Madly Miscellaneous

[guerrillatech]

[chippish]

[Image ID: tweet from user @celestelabedz] I don't put projects on the back burner. I put them under the floorboards, where the ever- louder beating of their hearts drives me slowly to madness. [/end ID]

[catchymemes]

[rootbeerfloats]

[solardrake]

Ohhh my god. he trying to music like a people

[a-fucking-velociraptor]

[no-hugs-peach]

[viejospellejos]

AUDIO POR DIOSSSSSS!!!!

[slr2198]

Beyond perfect 🤣👍

[5triderofthenorth]

Dude’s got pipes

[vodkassassin]

Damn he is BELTING it.

[slightly-awkward-sunshine]

I made this a long time ago and was very nervous about posting it to Tumblr. I can’t really think of a good caption~ everything I wanted to say is in the little blurb at the beginning. 

‘God of Arepo’ Fan-made graphic novel 

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Read the Original Story Here

[spacetravels]

kinetic type for class! i don’t wanna touch this anymore than i already have so.

audio: face jam podcast

listen to face jam!!!

[everythingfox]

(via)

[itsmultifandommadness]

Discworld Incorrect Quotes

Tiffany: I’m not doing too well

Tiffany: I have a headache that comes and goes

Roland: *walks past*

Tiffany: There it is again

[tikkety-tok]

This is what Rasputin would’ve wanted.

[teaboot]

I feel like I’m being seduced like one of those fancy rainforest birds

[madlymiscellaneous]

the tiny claps

[loversdreamersandyou]

[acitybythelightunited]

[taste-of-ink-deactivated2020071]

humans inviting aliens to visit earth after a long mission and aliens being really excited to go and see the infamous planet that led to the development of such universally renown species but get one look at the ocean and are just. what the fuck is that. 

and humans are like oh yeah we don’t fuck with that

and aliens are like you literally hop galaxies with little to no understanding of what you’ll find but you won’t venture into your own aquatic abyss?

and humans simply say scan it

five kicks later and aliens say fuck that fuck that fuck that what the fuck how are you all alive let’s go back to the black holes

[kingscrown666]

I am so happy that I followed this tag

[silver-tongues-blog]

alien: our scans picked up even stranger, more discordant readings on this landmass right here. What… what even is that? Human: Unfortunately, we call that florida

[cosmonautroger]

[thesweetscentofbooks]

[lizziedoesvetpath]

We should probably also use this as a time to destigmatize staying home when you’re sick instead of muscling through and making everybody else sick…

[dragoncatkhfan]

Like legit, can we have mask culture? Other cultures have it, I want it, it’s great.

[galadhir]

This year I have legit been so much more healthy! I usually get a cold at least once a month. This year I discovered that half of that was hay fever and the other half has disappeared. It’s great. I am going to be that mask-wearing person in future who shakes hands with you and then sanitizes their hands immediately after.

[whitepeopletwitter]

[kristenbouchard]

sitting on the floor is an emotion

[yesterdaysprint]

Decatur Herald, Illinois, November 22, 1939

[thestuffedalligator]

Consider the god of salmon.

There is a god of salmon, somewhere in the gravel and the pebbles of the spawning redd. All salmon are aware of it as soon as they are born, in their own, private, fishy ways, and remember their god of salmon when they leave the spawning grounds and journey into the saltwaters beyond.

Theirs is the god of journeys and returnings.

Eventually, every salmon is struck by the urge to return to the holy lands of its ancestors. They pray to the god of salmon, asking for protection against bears and other predators on the journey.

“Deliver us from eagles,” the salmon pray.

All animals get their own gods, and those animal gods get their own prayers. The gods of mice and rabbits and other small, squeaking, hunted things usually get prayers along the lines of, “Oh please, oh please, oh please…”

Unlike those fickle gods, parishioners of the god of salmon get results.

Salmon get miracles.

A salmon returns to freshwater and discovers that it can breathe.

A salmon swimming against the current watches its spine curl, its teeth lengthen, sees grey scales turn red.

A salmon comes to a waterfall and discovers that it can fly…

Eventually the salmon complete their pilgrimage, and return to the holy lands of their ancestors.

Many raucous orgies are held.

Hallelujah.

And then, exhausted, the salmon die. The land flourishes as residual nutrients run through creeks and estuaries.

And the god of salmon continues, buoyed on the souls and prayers of millions of martyrs.

[underneath-the-skin]

if i had a nickel for every post about salmon theology and philosophy i’ve seen on this website i’d have 2 nickels.

which isn’t a lot but, you know