Fifteen years ago today, Cosmo had an idea.

oozey mess
AnasAbdin
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

Love Begins
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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

shark vs the universe
Xuebing Du
i don't do bad sauce passes
we're not kids anymore.
styofa doing anything
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todays bird
noise dept.
Cosmic Funnies

blake kathryn
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

Andulka
Three Goblin Art
Jules of Nature
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Fifteen years ago today, Cosmo had an idea.
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welcome to the void
there is nothing here
tumblr has erased
all that you hold dear
yet there is one thing
that still hasn’t changed
today is still fingers in his ass
Sunday,,,,,,,
THE GREATEST SAGA OF OUR TIME
GUYS, EUGENE FINALLY SAT (x)
He made a fucking banner
They didn’t just make a banner, they made a whole fucking event
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I have now transferred this whole blog safely over to a new home at 2mblr.com
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My brother: *to his online friends* I gotta go. My pizza is here.
One of his online friends: Where’s my pizza?
Everyone: *laughs*
My brother: *logs out of chat*
Me: You know. You could order them pizza.
My brother: What?
Me: You know his adress.
My brother: We live in Canada. They are in the States.
Me: So. You can order it online and pay with a credit card.
-20 minutes later-
Online friend: HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET ME A PIZZA FROM CANADA?
I like how thus far there seems to be two responses to this post.
1. This is soooo sweet and pure.
2. Tagging a friend with something to the the effect of “Where’s my pizza?”
me thinkin abt how perry the platypus is Often referred to as an egg laying mammal, even in his theme song:
Not to forget when Candace was in his body she was able to sweat milk.
considering everyone in the family was totally accepting of the fact he could lay an egg, everyone in the family thus is aware of and loves their trans platypus
There’s also a scene where a professional platypus hunter makes mention of the venomous spurs of the male platypus—as i recall, Doofenshmirtz is surprised, and questions Perry about it, only to get a shrug in response and no indication that Perry has spurs in the first place….
y’all forgetting he’s also gay
the gay trans icon we need
I’ll never stop fucking reblogging this
CMON SEWING CLASS LETS GET SICKENING
Farrah Moan, RuPaul’s Drag Race, All Stars Four, Episode One
New comic! (link)
This comic references tropes in post-apocalyptic fiction, including sexual assault.
I’ve been reading a lot of apocalyptic fiction. Did you know that it’s possible to write about danger and the destruction of society without constantly subjecting female characters to sexual violence? Yeah? Maybe someone should let some authors know about that.
If the apocalypse is just grimly competent men shepherding vaguely protesting women around while thinking manly grim thoughts, count me out, I’d rather be part of the first wave.
Classic post-apocalypse stories were supposed to be warnings about some sort of imminent danger, but a lot of more recent post-apocalypse stories have become escapist power fantasies. Some people who feel alienated by the current social order want to believe they’re stronger than it, so they fantasize about a world where that society has collapsed and they can be free to be some kind of hero. This is the mentality of gun collectors and doomsday preppers. Their rugged survival skills are nearly useless in everyday life, but they believe that they’re just one apocalypse away from a world that’s a lot crueler than they are, where they can fight against something and win.
Fantasy and genre fiction is usually full of justified violence too, but it usually doesn’t feel so close. The closest it gets to the everyday is a secret world where someone gives you a magic wand and says you’re the chosen one. And even then, the world still exists for you to go back to, and you’re still beholden to other people in the end. You may even learn a thing or two about responsibility.
Post-apocalypse fiction, on the other hand, is much more intimately tied to the present, and yet relies on that present being destroyed. You could be forced to shoot your neighbor tomorrow, says the zombie plague. You’re just one nuclear bomb away from blasting raiders with a shotgun. You’re inches away from a world where you only have to worry about yourself and yourself alone, where almost everyone around you is a monster and extending even the most simple act of human decency makes you a hero. It’s toxic masculinity’s wet dream. Is it any wonder women are treated that way in stories like that?
Water Tribe
Appearing like trenches dragged into the earth, sunken lanes, also called hollow-ways or holloways, are centuries-old thoroughfares worn down by the traffic of time. They’re one of the few examples of human-made infrastructure still serving its original purpose, although many who walk through holloways don’t realize they’re retracing ancient steps.
- Allison Meier in Atlas Abscura
Holloways always make my scepticism of the supernatural waver for just a moment. Like lich-gates.
Even if Rainbow Rocket’s Giovanni is about as handsome as the man from his own reality, Guzma isn’t about to let him get away with whatever he wants. Please do no tag with #kin or #me tags.
BUT DOES RUNNING WATER KILL THEM OR NOT??!