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one of the best feelings tbh
It’s that time again!
hello fellow artists. google has fallen. pinterest/duckduckgo AI filters don't work. do not despair; here is a list i made of places to find reference images without having to sift through piles of worthless garbage. (for future editing convenience i am just linking my blog post on dreamwidth.)
✨ good places to find art reference that are not full of AI trash 🌈
reblogging for personal use
ART REFERENCE NOT FULL OF AI?! YESSS
AFTER NEARLY 19 YEARS OF THIS STUPID WEBSITE
also, on web, we just launched an advanced search dialog that should help folks use all the new operators we added.
So true....
happy Thursday the 20th
I’d have to wait months or even years for another chance to reblog this, so why the fuck not?
next days you can reblog this on a Thursday the 20th
August 2015
October 2016
April 2017
July 2017
September 2018
December 2018
June 2019
February 2020
August 2020
You know, just in case you wanted to set your queue for the next 6 years
TODAY
Since it’s now August 20, 2020… The next days you can reblog this on a Thursday the 20th:
May 2021
January 2022
October 2022
April 2023
July 2023
June 2024
February 2025
March 2025
November 2025
August 2026
If you wanted to set your queue for the next six years.
a billionaire can never be held accountable, therefore a billionaire must never make a management decision
i have a suggestion
forcefemming the billionaires won't help
sorry I thought you were someone else
lesbians love and support our trans sisters 💖💖
the terfs have found this post and they do not fucken like it god help me
reblog to make a terf big mad
reblog to make a trans lesbian feel big loved
Reblog to spread the love
i think the reason why the assassination of Julius Caesar is one of the funniest political assassinations is for this very simple reason:
1 guy stabs 1 guy: not funny. that's murder.
2 guys stab 1 guy: even less funny. that's two against one.
60 guys stab 1 guy: uproariously funny. why do you need so many guys.
60 guys only manage to stab the 1 guy 23 times: I can't fucking breathe I'm laughing too hard, you suck at this
Stab a politician day!!!!
Happy Ides of March!
Dcxdp Scenario #1
Batman: Nightwing, what’s that?
Dick: a smoothie?
Danny: clinging onto dick’s cape and chewing on it, waves happily to Bruce.
Baby Danny, Baby Ghost Danny, or Little Baby Man Danny?
Honestly, I think it would be funniest if it was just normal human Danny
Sweet war
The Justice League was no stranger to summoning powerful entities, but as the glowing green portal ripped through the air in the Watchtower, there was an unspoken tension among them. They had expected a dark and ominous figure. Instead, a teenager with stark white hair, glowing green eyes, and regal black-and-green robes with a shimmering, ethereal crown atop his head floated before them.
Danny Phantom, the Ghost King, had arrived.
The moment he set foot—or rather, floated—on the Watchtower’s floor, he held out a gloved hand, his expression neutral but expectant.
“Alright, let’s get this over with,” he said. “I assume you called me for something important. Where’s my offering?”
John Constantine, ever the opportunist, smirked and stepped forward. With an exaggerated flourish, he reached into his coat and pulled out a cigarette before dramatically crushing it between his fingers. Then, placing a hand over his chest, he said, “How ‘bout my soul, mate?”
Danny turned to him, eyes narrowing slightly before his lips curled in distaste. “Ew. No one wants your broken, old soul, Constantine.”
The League collectively inhaled sharply. Superman coughed to cover a chuckle. Batman’s lips twitched ever so slightly. Zatanna stifled a snicker behind her gloved hand. Constantine, looking slightly offended, scoffed and took a drag of a new cigarette. “Well, can’t blame a bloke for tryin’.”
Wonder Woman, arms crossed, took a step forward. “Then tell us, Ghost King, what is it that you desire?”
Danny crossed his arms, looking at them all appraisingly. Then, with a small smirk, he said, “Honestly? I just want some good homemade sweets. Best you can find.”
Silence stretched between them as the request sank in. Then—
“I know just the thing,” Superman said immediately, a fond smile spreading across his face as he thought of Ma Kent’s famous homemade pies.
Batman hummed. “Alfred’s cookies.” His tone was decisive, as if it were an undeniable fact that they were superior.
Superman’s gaze sharpened. “You think your butler’s cookies can top my mom’s pies?”
Batman turned his head just enough to meet Superman’s challenge. “Yes.”
Danny, watching this unfold, raised a brow. “Wait—”
Flash grinned and clapped his hands together. “Oh-ho! This just got interesting.”
Wonder Woman smirked. “A contest of sweets, then?”
And just like that, the battle lines were drawn.
Superman wasted no time contacting his mother, explaining the situation with excitement in his voice. Meanwhile, Batman sent an encrypted message to Alfred, who replied with a simple: Understood. Commencing preparations.
Danny, who had just wanted some cookies or pie, now found himself at the center of an intergalactic baking war.
“Uh,” he started, watching as Superman and Batman prepared to bring their respective champions into the fray. “…This isn’t what I expected, but I’m not complaining.”
Constantine clapped him on the back. “Buckle up, kid. You just started the Bake-Off of the Century.”
And so, the great Bake War between Ma Kent and Alfred Pennyworth commenced, all for the favor of one very amused Ghost King.
Two days later, the Watchtower kitchen was in utter chaos.
Flash had somehow been appointed the official taste tester and was already on his fifth plate, buzzing with sugar-induced energy. Green Lantern had made a bet on Alfred and was wearing an apron that said Kiss the Cook, despite not actually doing any cooking.
Martian Manhunter was curiously sniffing a pecan pie, while Wonder Woman was critiquing Superman’s rolling technique. "Kal, you are treating that dough as if you were forging a sword. Relax. Let it breathe."
Batman, meanwhile, had an array of meticulously measured ingredients lined up in front of him. Alfred had given him explicit instructions, and Batman followed them with the precision of a man planning a high-stakes infiltration.
Danny was sprawled across a floating chair conjured from his own ectoplasmic energy, munching on a cookie from an early batch. “You guys do realize I could just declare both the winners, right?”
Superman shot him a look. “That’s not how this works.”
Batman nodded gravely. “There must be a victor.”
Danny snickered. "You guys are way too into this."
Constantine lit a cigarette and leaned against the counter, watching the madness unfold. “This might be the best thing I’ve ever seen.”
Alfred and Ma Kent, meanwhile, were exchanging polite but intense glances, silently acknowledging each other as true culinary warriors.
The Ghost King had spoken. The battle for baked good supremacy would rage on.
Jack: HEY, DANNO! I JUST MADE THIS FRESH BATCH OF FENTON FUDGE! FOR SOME REASON, MY GUT WAS TELLING ME TO GET TO WHERE YOU ARE ASAP! Danny: ...Dad, did you just Kool-Aid-manned your way into this universe? Jazz, just arrived via Specter Speeder: Oh, so that's why CW sent that sticky note. Valerie: Wait, why am I here? I don't even like most sweets. Vlad: And I don't even like fudge. Sam: My guess is that we're only here to even out the bias. Maddie, Ellie, & Dan wearing matching fudge shaped hats: WHOOOOO! FENTON FUDGE REPRESENT!!!!!! Tucker: So, uh... need another taste-tester?
In the end, the competitors acknowledge each other’s skill and work together to make the greatest sweet treat in the world.
An apple pie with a cookie crust and fudge drizzled on top.
YOU hates terfs
rb if u hates terfs
In case you’re not sure what a terf is, here’s the Wikipedia definition.
Anyway, terfs suck.
Cashier: That'll be 20$.
Danny(grinning): Are you sure? *slides a 20$ bill across the counter, glancing around in a shady way* What about now?
Jason: *Questioning why he likes this man*
*Cashier looks at the dollar before also glancing around in a shady way. They casually hide the dollar under their hand before slipping it closer. They wink at Danny.*
Cashier: Don’t worry, I got you covered.
*Cashier puts the dollar in the register and continues the transaction as normal.*
LOOK OUT
HES SILLY
I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF
This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.
Reblogging because it’s a damn potato and I want to encourage people to assume potatoes are magical.
Potatoes are magical. Just look at all the different kinds of deliciousness that can be made from these unassuming lumps.
