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AnasAbdin
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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@theartofmadeline
Kaledo Art
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
todays bird
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
JVL
d e v o n
Love Begins
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KIROKAZE
Discoholic 🪩
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Janaina Medeiros
Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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@polygraph3eyes
I will continue to call The Creature “Frankenstein” and no force in Heaven or Earth will impede that.
I also laughed at him totally deliberately calling attention to the fact Victor isn’t a real doctor because he dropped out of college and built a guy out of corpses
He punched the lycanthropy right out of wolfman
did he just throw ygor out a window
can he sit on your dash for a minute?? he'll be very polite :]
you have to start to scroll away and then come back and reblog this
He just has one little question.
@stvksn on ig
I hope your god has asked for your mercy. I hope youve refused to forgive him.
i love this more and more every time i see it.
I have so much love for this person. The amount of empathy it takes to have these considerations about a person you will never meet, the eloquence and conviction with which they speak, the contempt for landlords. Sometimes I see something someone writes or creates and I wish with everything in me that I could meet and talk to that person for hours about what caused them to be this kind of light in the universe. This is one of those times.
"if i met lovecraft i would show him a cell phone" "if i met lovecraft i would show him cthulhu porn" well if i met him i would hit him in the head with a rock over and over and i would be so happy
Reblog to do that to the person you reblogged it from <3
awaken
WAKEY WAKEY!!
bigweld
bigweld
you guys reblog this every wednesday every wednesday i wake up and wonder what day it is and i see bigweld in my tumblr notifications and im like ah its wednesday again bigweld wednesday just like last wednesday its wednesday its bigweld wednesday
guess how i found out today is wednesday
IT’S HALLOWEEN TIME TO GET SPOOKY
I T S T H E M I D D L E O F J U N E
I T I S H A L L O W E E N T I M E T O G E T S P O O K Y
ok who the fuck got this on my dash it’s still june
get spooky
I had a dream that the king and the queen of a small country had a daughter. They needed a son, a first-born son, so in secret, without telling anyone of their child’s gender, they travelled to the nearby woods that were rumoured to house a witch.
They made a deal with that witch. They wanted a son, and they got one. A son, one made out of clay and wood, flexible enough to grow but sturdy enough to withstand its destined path, enchanted to look like a human child. The witch asked for only one thing, and that was for their daughter.
They left the girl readily.
The witch raised her as her own, and called her Thyme. The princess grew up unknowing of her heritage, grew up calling the witch Mama, and the witch did her very best to earn that title.
She was taught magic, and how to forage in the woods, how to build sturdy wooden structures and how to make the most delicious stews. The girl had a good life, and the witch was pleased.
The girl grew into a woman, and learned more and more powerful magics, grew stronger from hauling wood and stones and animals to cook, grew smarter as the witch taught her more.
She learned to deal with the people in the villages nearby, learned how to brew remedies and medicines and how to treat illness and injury, and learned how to tell when someone was lying.
Every time the pair went into town, the people would remark at just how similar Thyme was to her mother.
(Thyme does not know who and what she is. She does not know that she was born a princess, that she was sold. She only knows that one night after her mother read her a story about princesses and dragons, her mother had asked her if she ever wanted to be a princess.)
((Thyme only knows that she very quickly answered no. She likes being a witch, thank you very much, she likes the power that comes with it and the way that she can look at things and know their true nature.))
The witch starts preparing the ritual early, starts collecting the necessities in the winter so they can be ready by the fall equinox. Her daughter helps, and does not ask what this is for, just knows that it is important.
The witch looks at Thyme, both their hands raised into the air over a complicated array of plants, tended carefully to grow into a circle, and says, sorry.
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*jumping rope* among us babies, infected with rabies,
AMONG US BABIES,
INFECTED WITH RABIES,
NOW COUNT HOW MANY WOUNDS,
THEY HAVE FROM SCABIES,
1
nothing wrong with me
nothing wrong with me
NOTHING WRONG WITH ME
NOTHING WRONG WITH ME
1
Something’s got to give
SOMETHINGS GOT TO GIVE
SOMETHINGS GOT TO GIVE
YAAAAAUHGAAAGHAAAAAAAA
LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR
I made an alternate universe UK version of The Big Bang Theory by fusing everyone with Gollum from Lord Of The Rings and slightly de-aging them.
Great news everyone: with the power of my new creation, Girllum (girl Gollum), I’ve perfected the AI formula to surpass the British Uncanny Valley!
wait til y’all see british ross from friends
That is an evil lesbian
it’s all “be gay do crime” until lesbian ross from friends wants to commit grand larceny. fellas is it homophobic to be a lesbian who chooses evil.
There are actually two huge indicators that she has evil traits:
1. British
2. Ross
Me making a post on Tumblr.com
Are You Aware About this ? You better not be.
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For anyone looking through the notes wondering “Why? Why would you blaze this?” This is a recreation of a very old ad back when Tumblr ads would greenlight literally anything.
Other classics include the Burrito Scope
And some REALLY odd photoshops
Since these gems no longer exist, but I, humble Tumblr user squid-ink-personal, have the capability, I figured that if the ads aren’t going to weird themselves, I’M going to weird them.
Also, the oldest record of this frog photo is this one here, from 2007. This frog pic is as old as some Tumblr users.
Thank you for coming to my Tumblr history lesson!
would you guys still follow me if i was an ant
what if this was me
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The inherent homoeroticism of killing your enemy and immediately regretting it
It’s about rage, it’s about obsession, it’s about making that two-person war your entire raison d’être. It’s about loving and mistaking it for hatred and loving and loving and loving to the point of destruction. His or yours, it doesn’t matter. And you think seeing him dead at your feet will make you feel better, but all you feel is a whole lot of nothing.
this is your sign to become a furry
