Rest in peace to the incredible Anthony Stewart Head (20th February 1954 - 1st June 2026)
RUPERT GILES in BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER (1997-2003)
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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Monterey Bay Aquarium

Love Begins

Origami Around
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Product Placement
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
we're not kids anymore.

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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Rest in peace to the incredible Anthony Stewart Head (20th February 1954 - 1st June 2026)
RUPERT GILES in BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER (1997-2003)
Need these divas to have a diva-off
media trope that makes me want to throw up and cry is when a character realises there's no way they're making it out of a situation in one piece. and in a single moment they accept it and turn to their distraught loved ones with The Smile. you know The Smile. sickening
last night maggie and i were very high (me moreso) and i had a single chord progression from a song stuck in my head that i couldn't place. i kept singing it over and over like "what is this from??" i had maggie record me so i could send it to my siblings in the morning bc i knew they'd help me place it. but then hours later i realized it was the track "now we are free" from the soundtrack for the movie "gladiator." maggie's never seen it so he wouldn't have known anyway.
but how i relayed this information was as we were lying in bed falling asleep, and i was mid-sentence talking about something else, i suddenly stopped, turned to look up and face the utter darkness of the bedroom, and announced "Now we are free from the Gladiator."
And Maggie was like the huh ??? did he have us?????
I love these comics by Nathan W. Pyle.
Here are some more good ones
Yes, this is Luo Yi Rong, who absolutely is the same sculptor from that astonishingly inept self-own by an idiot.
thanks for asking, I'm actually pyrusleaning demicitric, mostly malus aligned but recently exploring non-gustatory olfactory musa play. oh you mean the other kind of...? oh yeah no sure I'm a faggot
unidentifiable fruit cause I'm not into labellllllls
Story time:
In middle school biology, we did an experiment. We were given yams, which we would sprout in cups of water. We then had to make hypotheses about how the yams would grow, based on descriptions of yam plants in our books, and make notes of our observations as they grew.
Here’s what was supposed to happen: we were supposed to see that the actual growth of the plant did not resemble our hypotheses. We were then supposed to figure out that these were, in fact, sweet potatoes.
What actually happened was that every single student in every single class lied in their notes so that their observations perfectly matched their hypotheses. See, everyone assumed the mismatch meant they had done something wrong in the process of growing the plant or that they had misunderstood the dichotomous key or the plant identification terminology. And, thanks to the wonders of a public school education, everyone assumed the wrong results would get us a failing grade. We were trying to pass. We didn’t want to get bitched out by the teacher. Curiosity, learning, science - that had nothing to do with why we were sitting in that classroom. So we all lied.
The teacher was furious. She tried to fail every student, but the administration stepped in and told her she wasn’t allowed to because a 100% fail rate is recognized as a failure of the teacher, not the class. It wasn’t even her fault, really, though her being a notorious hard-ass didn’t help. It was a failure of the entire educational system.
So whenever I see crap like Elizabeth Holmes’s blood test scam or pharmaceutical trials which are unable to be replicated or industry-funded research that reaches wildly unscientific conclusions, I just remember those fucking sweet potatoes. I remember that curiosity dies when people are just trying to give their superiors the “right” answers, so they can get the grade, get the job, get the paycheck. It’s not about truth when it’s about paying rent. There’s no scientific integrity if you can’t control for human desperation.
imagine if you will, a fairly dry survival crafting game in which you live in a bunker and must periodically venture out to scavenge food, set up turrets for attacking monsters, etc
now, your computer inside the bunker has a game-inside-a-game on it which is a charming farming sim of undeniably greater quality and scope than the survival game you're playing. therefore, the object of the game becomes to keep your bunker secure so you can play the farming game more.
now, once you achieve the highest rating in the farming game, a secret shop inside it unlocks, and one of the novelty items you can purchase is a game console, giving you access to games-inside-a-game-inside-a-game. most of the games for it are typical mobile shovelware, but one of them is a highly polished, extremely brutal precision platformer with amazing level design and production values exceeding that of the survival game and farming sim combined.
it is only at this point that the purpose of this entire contrivance becomes clear: to create the most deranged speedrun community the world has ever seen.
KICK THE CAN!
Let’s play the biggest game of kick the can on the internet.
To kick the can, reblog it. I wanna see how long this can go on for.
the oldest reblogs for this post that i can find are from january 2nd of 2013. this can has been getting kicked around tumblr for almost 13½ years now
Yes!
Another wonderfull secret
Banksy has confirmed that a new statue erected in London is his work and I think it might be one of my favourite pieces by him.
Called "Blinded by the Flag" it... actually, you don't need me to explain it, it's art, you'll get it and interpret it yourself.
It's in Waterloo Place, Central London, if you're nearby.
The first photo had me nodding, and then the full shot nearly killed me laughing. Perfection!
what if we kissed on Penis Trail in the abandoned town of Centralia, Pennsylvania
Sorry—Centralia, Pennsylvania? Centralia, Pennsylvania, which was abandoned because a fire that started in a garbage dump lit a coal seam beneath the town, causing a subterranean fire that has been burning for decades, undermining the land, causing deadly sinkholes, building collapses, and eruptions of toxic gas? That Centralia, Pennsylvania?
baby, my passion for you smoulders undying like the coal seam under the penis trail in Centralia, Pennsylvania
the more you listen to it, the funnier it gets
Audio: dramatic piano. The husky screams along, vaguely keeping the rhythm but not the tune
I did bird names FIRST just to set the record straight….I am MUCH more passionate about birds than fish!!!