Catherine O'Hara
4 March 1954 - 30 January 2026
Sade Olutola
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Kiana Khansmith

Origami Around

if i look back, i am lost
YOU ARE THE REASON
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Keni
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Not today Justin

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Mike Driver
One Nice Bug Per Day
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
Three Goblin Art

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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JBB: An Artblog!

izzy's playlists!
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Catherine O'Hara
4 March 1954 - 30 January 2026
im having feelings about the uffington white horse again
so essentially there’s this cool horse drawn into the hills in england made out of chalk and it’s like 3,000 years old.
people carved trenches 3,000 years ago and filled them with chalk in the shape of a horse but what’s interesting is that if you fail to maintain the horse by adding new chalk regularly, it will disappear. for 3,000 years, we’ve been filling in chalk in this horse so it doesn’t disappear.
we’ll never know what the purpose of the horse was originally. we’ll never know if it had ritual or spiritual significance or if it was just art. but we do know that people maintained it then, and, even though the meaning of the horse has long been lost to time, we continue to maintain it now.
the people who made this horse are long dead, but they live through us still, don’t you think?
couldn’t agree more we’re best friends now
love the genre of discourse that’s like “the world used to be [thing it never was] but now society is [I’m over thirty]”
evergreen post
I think every movie regardless of time period or tone should have at least 1 (one) trans person in it. Like at the beginning of The Godfather some Sicilian tgirl should come to Vito and be like “Godfadda, I need money for my breast implants” and Vito should be like “I’ll never forget what you’ve done for this family. I’ll find you the best surgeon in New York”
[guy whose bedtime is approaching fast] I need to write one billion words right now. and draw everything that has ever existed.
they should invent a way for online friends to come over and hang out that doesn't involve money or travelling
best thing a male character can do is be dog-coded. second best thing a male character can do is sob hysterically
third best thing a male character can do is be a little gay about his best friend
you get it❤️
Btw a psa for all of my mutuals: I love you. I love knowing your lore. I love knowing your favorite songs and shows and artists and books and movies and poems. I love knowing your favorite time of year. I love when you blog about your day at work or school, your crush or your partner, your random experiences throughout the day. I love your lyrical analysis and hearing about your favorite characters. I love knowing about your favorite foods and the places you love. I love hearing about your family and your pets and your lives. I love you and I am rooting for you and I love seeing your posts.
describe nyc in 3 words
new york city
I need everyone to know that my old neighbor (probably) died or (possibly) went to someplace with permanent medical care because she was a million years old, and she was replaced by (another) old man of similar age and haleness whose children put him into this house to be closer to them. This is significant because the previous neighbor lady hated me AND my birds, and the new guy is delighted by them and comes over to visit Bug.
Today I got to meet his daughter and he insisted she meet Bug too, so after foot dips, I walked them out to the pens. I called for Bug several times, but she did not appear. I don't blame her. it's cold and rainy out. So I went in to find her, and she was absolutely not budging at all. Nestled up with mantis on their heated perch, inside their curtained-off, decorated, insulated coop. I did end up letting the daughter walk through to come see her and give her a little pat, because I want to get along with my neighbors and want them to like the birds (much easier all around if everyone likes the birds).
But like imagine it's the dead of winter in Michigan, and your elderly father insists that his new neighbor has peacocks and you go to see them thinking maybe they're turkeys, or like, one random peacock like some farms have, and instead this is what you find
and you're allowed to pet them
cant wait to go home so i can go be horizontal. all this vertical stuff sucks
*weeps uncontrollably at 9 o'clock in the morning*
God, I love randos on the internet who just want to be kind.
And remember to brush and floss, my darling forest sprites.
So I've got this friend whose nervous because she's trans and dating this guy who she hasn't told yet because they've only been on a two dates. For this story let's call the friend Jane and the guy she was dating Jason. Happy ending don't worry.
So I tell Jane to bring her boy over to a bbq I'm having and she can tell him she's trans at my place surrounded by queer and trans people who love her and will support her if he ends up being awful.
She waits till the end of the bbq to tell him the news, by which point the rest of us have learned that Jason is a kind, friendly, empathetic, hard working, dummy. So we sit down, all of us a little worried about this gym bro's reaction when she tells him she's trans, and that she understands if he doesn't want to keep dating her it's no big deal.
He's baffled, so we explain what trans is, and after the disclosure that she hasn't had bottom surgery yet...
"Oh you have a dick?"
"... yeah."
He look's around at the room full of people with baited breath, his clearly a little afraid girl friend says
"Oooohhhh! I get it! You think- don't worry Babe! Watch this!"
And ya'll this man jumps up, runs into the kitchen and returns with one of the bratwurst we had for grilling and proceeds to tilt his head back, put it down his throat, hold it in his mouth for a moment, and spit it up without even a whisper of a gag and then looks around at the group absolutely beaming with pride.
My mans saw his worried girlfriend and her support network and thought to him self "Oh they don't think I can't please my girl, but I'll show them!"
I do feel the need to add that later he excitedly tell the group that as a straight guy, he never thought that skill would be useful outside hotdog eating contests.
the sunk cost fallacy has been my favorite fallacy for as long as I can remember. so at this point it's probably too late to pick a different one
No doubt.
peeing after robot sex so i dont get an hdmi