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Objects as spaceships, by Eric Geusz
My favorite is the fidget spinner space station. It almost feels like someone designed it first and then fidget spinners came out and now everyone laughs at it… instead of the other way around.
It’s Eric! He was one of my best friends in highschool!
He also does series of space cats, and one of the ones floating upside down and looking at you is based on my cat Ginger :D
The kitty herself, Ginger!
He’s a super cool dude and seeing his art on tumblr is nuts!
Check out his website, which includes an area to buy prints
You can see more of his work in general on Instagram
And buy T-Shirts too!
God yeah I will hype him every chance I get lol!
O love how the one based on the sriracha bottle is still very clearly that but now with FIRE
to start with I thought it was mocking real art from real franchises with what it looks like, it’s very accurate
I worked very hard on this
hey uh what exactly is possessing you people to reblog a nearly 10 year old shrek meme that I made in high school
Your hard work isn’t going unnoticed
happy 10 years of build a bridge and get ogre it
Three things to always do in rich neighborhoods when you're poor:
Thrifting
Yard sale browsing
Dumpster diving
Explanation:
People with a higher amount of disposable income are more likely to get rid of clothes that are still in good condition, while poor people are more likely to wear clothes until they fall apart. Donating old items to thrift stores has exploded in popularity over the past few years. Shopping at thrift stores closer to wealthier areas means you can usually find really good-quality stuff, especially clothing, at a higher rate than shops in poorer areas.
Yard sales in rich areas are almost always either estate sales or hosted by someone who's thinking, "I don't really need the money, I just want to get this stuff out of my house, so I'll take whatever you offer for it." My mom has scored super expensive stuff for like $5 because the seller was more worried about unloading old stuff than making a profit. I've found rare books for fifty cents. It's dope as hell.
Rich people throw out so much shit that's still usable. Furniture, clothing, electronics, even food that's still good and in the packaging. I have scored so much shit that rich people just tossed in the trash. It's great. Shops in rich areas have dumpsters overflowing with high-dollar items. (Disclaimer: dumpster diving can be risky, do it at your own risk, etc., etc.)
Also in my experience dumpster diving at dorms at the end of the school year is awesome. I have seen working tvs, couches, paintings etc it sucks that they're just throwing stuff in the trash but you can save it andget a bunch of cool stuff!
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normal people in SF are fucking sick of every billboard being for AI slop
takes a real artist to go "i have to deface this billboard promoting an evil corporation's evil product. but crucially☝️the typeface and kerning must match or else it's cringe"
me as a kid reading Dune: I appreciate the detailed world-building that justifies why everyone fights with swords and has mental powers, but the idea of a Butlerian Jihad against computers is pretty silly
me in 2025, trying desperately to find the three (3) places you need to go to to disable the latest helpful AI assistant that's inserted itself into my work chat and is advising me to do things that would be a breach of federal law: Oh Now I Get It
the worst thing about writing or any kind of craft is having an idea you're really excited to make a reality but then you sit down and realize how much work it's going to take to get to that point and suddenly you feel like those two little gay guys in the mountain in the lord of the rings
do you remember how good it was in our head mr frodo
Unmute !
this is the best response image ever
party rock is in the housee tonight :D
fighting for my fucking life in the work gc because nobody else has curly hair. freaky ted why have you done this to me.
and that marg was good because my boss made a comment i didn’t care for on the monday of that week so i overserved everybody by at least a shot to haemorrhage stock. there was no skill involved i out enough tequila in that to end Your bloodline freaky ted
Freaky Ted is living up to his name.
op I feel your pain
water doesn't make rocks smooth. they hired me to go down to the beach with a sander every night and smooth them myself. it's not much and it's not honest work.
i appreciate the content warnings and understand their importance but i can’t help but giggle a little bit when i click on a fnaf fic and half the chapters have child death warnings in their notes. sir this is the Child Death Game i think i know what i’m signing up for
*entering the child death and murder fandom* why the fuck is this place so full of child murder
are you in the right headspace to receive information that can possibly hurt you right now.
w. what the fuck is the incest fandom
ohmygodtheymeantgameofthrones
now are you in the right headspace to receive information that can possibly hurt you right now.
when my shelter cat passes by me, he pauses for a second, and looks up. He is waiting for me to lean down, and touch my hand against his side, so that when he keeps walking, my hand skims across his fur. he doesn't really need attention. he has his own thoughts and plans. but after more than a year of living in our home, he has come to expect a moment of kindness whenever he crosses my path. if I don't do it, he will follow me. "where is your hand?" he asks, with his plaintive and impatient eyes. I give it to him. he bumps against it like a balloon before wandering away. this is a poem to me
This post has gone so much further than I expected it to. This is my sweet cat. His name is Eddie Potato.
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