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shark vs the universe
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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occasionally subtle
Three Goblin Art
Claire Keane
Keni
cherry valley forever
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Not today Justin
art blog(derogatory)
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@myoclonictwitch
trinity taylor just blocked me on my drag race insta acc because she uploaded this photo and i commented “seems like the doctor can only do one face” shgdhasgd iconic
So you’re buttcamera and you take secret pics of guy’s asses? 😫
Mate your blog’s all about worshiping men’s feet so you’re not one to talk
this post is a mess
literally only on tumblr can you find posts like this and it’s the only reason we stay
yo treasure planet was literally the best 2d disney film ever made like the setting? the colors? the flawless transition? the gorgeous world building? the three dimensional characters? a main character who’s never pressured to get into anything remotely close to romance? complex relationships? an antagonist who has layers to his character? the soundtrack? i could go the FUCK on,
PLUS THIS SCENE?
AND THIS????
We’re all just suckers for lonely heroes accidentally acquiring a dad.
@thethrillof it’s ya boys
NagaSahara
reblog to save a life
Honestly, edible weed is such a stupid idea, because weed makes you hungry. Like, isn’t your first instinct going to be the first thing you have in your reach - including more weed cakes?
Caught this post at exactly the right time
I felt now was a good time for the memes-of-the-year recap:
OH MY GOD
Tumblr situation
So I’ve been informed by a friend that there’s a new method that renders this shitty flag system completely useless.
Apparently, adding the tag #sfw to a post, no matter what the post contains, gets you past the system completely.
You read that right. Apparently, these bots have taken one letter from the nsfw tag and just made it “sfw” instead, and this 100% bypasses all flagging systems this website has. Now I can’t truly confirm this, but this is something I’ve heard from multiple people now, so I want to see if this works.
SPREAD THIS AS FAR AND WIDE AS YOU CAN BECAUSE IF THIS IS TRUE, I WANT TO HEAR HOW MANY OTHERS HAVE EXPERIENCED THIS!
Send nudes before the purge, plz?, k tnx <3
Literally
That’s what I call fully loaded dress presentation.
The Hogfather is a masterpiece
New Zealand Gothic
“Yeah, nah,” someone says to you. They mean ‘no’. “Yeah, nah,” someone else says to you. They mean ‘yes’. Up is down. Summer is winter. Birds can’t fly. Meanings have no meaning.
A local university encourages you to ‘take your place in the world’. Because you don’t have one. The outside world shows you maps every day. Your place isn’t there. People question if it ever was.
It’s not that hot outside. You can sit outside for hours. The layers of skin that allow you to feel things will burn in the first few minutes. Then you can sit outside for eternity.
Everything’s always shaking. You’ve finally stopped caring whether it’s the void opening up beneath or you or your father jiggling his leg.
As you drive through the countryside, you pass a cow. You pass a sheep. You pass more cows. More sheep. It’s the same animals from before. They’re following you. They know you’ll follow them eventually.
They call it the Land of the Long White Cloud. It’s an outdated translation. There was no word back then for the mysterious, unidentified entity that once hovered over the country. You will when it comes back.
There’s always sea spray on your windscreen. You don’t live near the beach. The window washers at the traffic lights don’t live by the beach either. You chalk it up to the Number 8 wire mentality.
“She’ll be right.” Who is she? How is she still alive? What if she’s wrong for once? Where is she? How do you know she’s alright? No-one ever answers you.
“Call me loyal,” sings Dave Dobbyn. The public refuses, so he keeps singing. “I’ll say you’re loyal too.” His pleas continue to be ignored. No-one wants to bargain with Dave.
The rate at which Shortland Street kills characters has caught up and overtaken the birth rate of the country. It will soon be your turn.
Someone makes fun of Australia. You laugh. You keep laughing. The whole room is laughing. You can’t stop laughing. The more you panic that you can’t stop, the more you laugh. Someone mentions the underarm bowling incident. The laughter stops abruptly.
Every time you half-heartedly mumble the first verse of the national anthem, a Maui’s dolphin dies. Yes, you. Learn the words. We’re running out of time.
You don’t follow politics, but still know that Peter Dunne’s hair is sentient and has been controlling his body for the last 30 years. It’s better than the alternative.
Your world is binary. It makes things harder. Black or white. Marmite or Vegemite. Cadbury’s or Whittaker’s. Union or League. North Island or South Island. Beef or lamb. Vege crisps or a Cookie Time cookie. You long for a third option, but that third option fired John Campbell. You’re stuck.
You’re eating chips. You hear a voice whispering “you know I can’t grab your ghost chips.” You look down, and your chips are gone. You were never eating any.
Is this Night Vale??
The Briscoes lady hasn’t aged in 30 years nor has their sale ever ended. You question when Briscoes gained the ability to freeze time.
‘Bird of the Year’ is a sham election. The birds are all in cahoots and actually control our “functioning” democracy.
Someone has broken the rendering of Auckland, shown by the way you stand in the rain despite the blue skies surrounding you.
The giant artifacts in several small towns are seen to be amusing and quirky - a carrot, a gumboot, a kiwifruit, a trout, an L & P bottle. But no-one sees them for what they really are - a message.
Every time you enter Bulls they have added more puns to their businesses. You keep driving through. The residents mourn. They just want to feel love-a-bull.
Don’t question too closely the happenings in Marton. Everything is fine.
You await the day when the country’s full name inevitably changes to Whittaker’s Aotearoa New Zealand.
The holiday season doesn’t officially start until Vince Martin says it does.
The more David Seymour appears through public channels, the less sure you are about who he is and why he’s really here.
Rule 1 of New Zealand citizenship: all overseas tourists MUST be asked “What do you think of New Zealand?” There is only one correct answer.
Rule 1a): when overseas, a New Zealand citizen must ask people if they’ve heard of New Zealand. If they have, run.
You don’t always love the place, but when the country is mentioned in overseas media, the chip in your brain automatically activates the “They Mentioned New Zealand!” response. It’s a feature, not a bug. A tally is being kept.
The value of the New Zealand dollar is now pinned to the value of avocados and flat whites, and you can’t remember a time when it wasn’t.
Every once in a while, you find a Yummy sticker in a peculiar place. The longer you go without eating an apple, the more Yummy stickers you find.
Harold the Giraffe will continue to teach children about life in his dark caravan - parents and teachers continue their failure to bat an eye. In contrast, Harold’s cousin Harold will continue to bat his eyes, traumatising more children each year. It is never questioned.
The mighty post. Might be 100% nonesense.
// Please do not repost! //
This is the Jeweled Dick of Truth. Reblog and you’ll have good sex for life.
