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Just so we’re clear: People Magazine’s sadly predictable celebration of white American mediocrity aside, we all know that Idris Elba is, unequivocally, without any dispute, the sexiest man alive, right? Like, I don’t even mean this as an issue of personal preference. I am literally just making a statement of objective fact based on scientific evidence which suggests more people would hypnotically follow a pan flute-playing Idris Elba out of a village never to be seen again than any other male celebrity.
The number of lesbian and ace bloggers backing me up in the tags is proof that my science is both sound and accurate:
THEY FINALLY SAW THE LIGHT, Y’ALL:
Still rolling through getting back to it, so here’s some sketches of Roller Derby Ladies.
Hope you like it!
SO in Britain all the swans may belong to the Queen, but lemme tell you about Hamburg:
Hamburg is built around a river, so there’s many many many canals (the 2400+ bridges put Venice and Amsterdam to shame), as well as a fairly sizeable lake (here the smaller section, innit precious):
This means a shittonne of swans
(stay away from the swans) (seriously don’t go sailing on the lake because they WILL chase you). Obvs swans aren’t made for cold weather (p sure they’re all Australian immigrants actually) so Hamburg has an official job position to take care of the issue.
This dude’s name is Olaf Nieß (trying to spell his name on non-German keyboards must be fun):
This guy’s job title is “Schwanenvater”, aka “swan father”, and his job literally consists of getting swans to safety before the winter chill sets in. How does he do this, you wonder? Easy: he goes up to EVERY SINGLE FUCKING SWAN in the city and sticks them in barges. I’m serious:
Look at this dude and his swans
Swans are like Satan’s personal pet and he paddles around with barges full of them like it’s nbd.
I fucking love this guy he’s braver than all of us and deserves some recognition for his absurd line of work.
Jojo and kayak. She loves the beach.
Murder at Disney
If Edna dissed me like that I’d have to throw my whole self in the trash out of shame.
TAZ Amnesty ep. 14
Sweet soft angel man Travis Mcelroy: crying in the corner, going through some deep and valid dead mom trauma. Having a touching character moment on the comedy podcast
30 under 30 media luminary Griffin Mcelroy in the corner, banging pots and pans together: MOTH-MAN! MOTH-MAN! MOTH-MAN!
if you ever feel bad for bullshitting a paper let me just remind you that in “the history of animals” aristotle, one of the most famous ancient greek philosophers and natural scientists, claimed out of nowhere that men have more teeth than women with absolutely no justification or evidence and then immediately kept going on with what he was talking about
The workout at my gym was super hard today--but I didn’t die and it knocked down my election-related anxiety a few notches.
I just turned to my housemate and said, “y’know, we’d never know if we were haunted” because we have four cats between us, so every clunk, bump, and crash gets entirely ignored
and now I want a movie about a ghost becoming increasingly desperate to haunt a family but they have cats and so the poor dear goes completely ignored
I’ve had this thought before. My cats aren’t allowed in the bedroom, and sometimes I hear them try to come in and just shout “No thank you!” at them. How hilarious would it be if I was really yelling at a poor ghost, trying to spook me.
Between my cat and my ADHD (wait, where did I put my purse? Wasn’t just here? Oh it’s in the pantry. Eh, must be a brain fail. Again.) I would never know whether or not my ass was haunted.
Spirit: (pulls out a tablecloth, everything on the table crashing onto the floor) Cat Owner: CUT IT OUT! WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT THE DINING ROOM? Spirit: (nervously moves to the kitchen)
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Its nice that we get to die someday. Imagine being immortal and suddenly you remember all the emberassing things you did in the last 2000 years. Horrible
Me, as a vampire: oh geez
Friend: What’s wrong
Me: Just remembered that time in 1654 when the tavern maid said “Enjoyeth thy meal!” I replied with “Thee as well”