Potato-Based Life Form

I ran with scissors and lived.

[superchat]

[thestuffedalligator]

Love fantasy settings where “fairy” is treated like a fantasy junk drawer. Settings where “fairy” means elves and goblins and pixies, but it also means trolls and fauns and rabbits in waistcoats and talking pianos.

Settings where if it’s magical, and meets a certain degree of whimsy, it’s a fairy. You know?

[thestuffedalligator]

#not to reference one of the biggest media properties of all time#but i love how fuckin WEIRD fairies get in pokemon (via @strawberry-crocodile)

Hand to god forgot about pokemon when I made this post but god fuck yes that is exactly what I’m talking about.

[thestuffedalligator]

I was talking about this with a friend and she nodded and went “Like the muppets”

This is a fairy court.

[thoodleoo]

obsessed with whichever ancient roman was out there walking around with a ring with a fish and shrimp on it

[spoekelse]

It wasn’t just one person, it was a trend. Here are a bunch of other Roman shrimp rings

[kaijuno]

An Egyptian man taking a selfie with a 2000 years old Roman era portrait of an Egyptian man.

[incendavery]

DONT ask why corvid isnt wearing a shirt bc the answer is embarrassing. (i forgor to draw it)

[incendavery]

[evilbeast-moved]

ilove people who work at front desks of things. i can walk into a building and go to the desk and i ask how do i do this thing. and then they just fucking tell me !!!!

[evilbeast-moved]

i walked into my college found the first desk and asked hey where do i pay my student fees. did that. ok where i do find the academic advisor? got the general direction, went up to the first desk i saw, asked where to go to drop a class .awesome. went to the bookstore, walked up to the desk, asked how to find out what textbooks i need. and AGAIN they had answers for me. this is so cool thank you desk people

[evilbeast-moved]

no this is so real actually !! it always feels like you'll be expected to know everything when you do Adult Things but you don't, actually, you just need to know who to ask

[aurorawest]

PACING IS ABOUT LOAD BEARING WALLS.

*staples violently to my own forehead*

[kuvaton]

[niuniente]

Reading in Finnish: Drivers! Please unpack your load and finish your day on Friday 30.11. Unfortunately this also reads as; “Drivers! Please cum and kill yourself on Friday 30.11″

[redfagdiver]

[b0tster]

hehe

[o-kurwa]

[silly-jellyghoty]

This is the kind of comedy i want to see on my dash more

[sevensmallsphinxes]

Sphinx employee slash bodega cat that blocks the door and asks riddles, the owner has the answer of the day on a paper taped to the door.

it never notices.

[sevensmallsphinxes]

important addition from a friend:

everyone thinks REALLY hard and regulars makes two bad guesses so it feels like it's doing a good job

[bulbasaur-propaganda]

Growing up with your starters

Artist:  esasi8794 / Twitter

[chabbit]

The captions are also really cute, although they mostly describe what’s in each photo:

Bulbasaur: Somehow, nomming on my clothes… has become a weird habit of theirs.

Venusaur: That hasn’t changed now that they’ve grown, but they’re very gentle.

Charmander: It’s my first attempt, but I made a plushie so that he wouldn’t get lonely.

Charizard: That plushie seems to be his favorite even now.

Squirtle: Squirtle’s a bit timid and hides behind me at the smallest things.

Blastoise: Looks like they’re scared of the first Pichu they’ve seen. You’re not really hiding!

[notsomerryerry]

@noelle217

[gale-gentlepenguin]

This is adorable

[arrghigiveup]

They just posted some more!

[source]

[kradeiz]

And some more!

[eeveelution-appreciation]

You forgot these!!!

[cubonepropoganda]

I’m disappointed that these were left out

[a-redharlequin]

SO MANY GOOD ONES AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[godofhyperrainbows]

If I ever don’t reblog this, kill me

[thedupshadove]

Opera plot: Local Noble realizes that his affections for Pretty Village Girl have a rival in the form of Honest Laborer. Having read enough romances to know that a girl asked to choose between a rich man and a poor man will always pick the poor man, whereas in a love triangle between two rich men it's anyone's game, he decides that his chief object must be to elevate his rival's wealth and status as quickly as possible. What the Compte de Genre-Savie over here forgot to account for, however, was the overwhelming power of the Pygmalion Effect, and now he has to deal with watching two people he's in love with develop ever-stronger feelings for each other. Eventually all of this resolves via...I don't know.

[queenofattolia]

#first of all: ''comte de genre-savie'' is PERFECT. just great. absolutely no notes.#I would love an opera with this exact plot. bonus points if the comte is genuinely genre savvy#he keeps bringing up opera tropes only for the other characters to look at him like he's insane.#the score is diagetic to him; when he points out reoccurring themes or transitions to minor keys#the other characters ask him what the hell he's talking about. the whole chorus gets together to sing about how#comte de genre-savie is going mad. the comte tries to sneak away and keeps getting pulled back in.#I wonder if you could even push it further - have it so that only the comte can speak or 'hear' spoken words;#all other characters communicate in recitativo secco or formally composed songs#then you can have scenes where the comte is speaking but the other character in the scene can't hear him.#this can be played for laughs (the comte tries to order something from a shopkeeper; the shopkeeper walks away as he's talking)#and for dramatic effect (the Honest Laborer is singing a heartfelt duet with the Pretty Village Girl#and neither of them can hear the comte saying 'I love you' in between their lines)#........I am into this actually. I had to convince myself that this wasn't just cyrano de bergerac but no. it isn't. I'm into it.#upon the stage (via @notbecauseofvictories)

[ariaste]

Bonus points if the Comte can also see the stage manager and stagehands. At one point he's like "No listen I'll prove I'm not crazy" and he darts behind a curtain and drags out a woman wearing all black and a headset, with her hair in a messy bun and a clipboard in her hands. He's like, "Tell them I'm not mad." The other characters are like, "🎶HE'S SPEAKING TO GHOSTS 🎶" Stage manager runs off. Comte shades his eyes and peers into the back of the theater where the lighting tech is working. He's like, "Can you bring the house lights up so they can see the audience???" Lighting tech ignores him. The comte is like "FINE!!! It's nearly time for my quickchange, anyway. [to the other characters] WATCH THIS, here's proof, WATCH." And then he stands there stubbornly while the backstage assistants peek in and hiss and gesticulate for him to come get his new costume, and eventually they're forced to scramble out and undress/redress him right there on stage. The other characters are like "GASP!!!!!!! 🎶HE'S A WARLOCK, LOOK HOW HIS CLOTHES FLY FROM HIS BODY BY THE WILL OF HIS UNSEEN DEMON SERVANTS🎶"

Pretty Village Girl and Honest Laborer run off together. Comte falls in love with the stage manager.

[biglawbear]

The Opera That Goes Wrong Show

[galacticsabc]

Go! Rocky, Go!

[hiveswap]

Everyone go look up the song nasa banned from space

[hiveswap]

Don't forget to play it loud as fuck

[kowai-kabuki-tanuki]

please….listen to the whole thing. And imagine that you are IN SPACE in 1973 and you JUST woke up. Every time you adjust…it escalates somehow.

This song had to be designed in a lab for the sole purpose of fucking with astronauts. whoever added it to the NASA playlist was a genius.

[hiveswap]

It took them two tries to ban it?

[kvotheunkvothe]

[a-study-in-bullshit]

[rexuality]

i have a story for you, tumblr. last year my coworkers and I were riding in a golf cart at a music festival passing out drinks to people, because the festival had been cancelled that day and everyone was trying to make the best of a bad situation. after some time we spot a guy on the other side of the road dressed as lord farquaad, walking alone. we yell, “LORD FARQUAAD! DO YOU WANT A DRINK??” dude yells an affirmative, walks into the road without looking, gets hit by a fucking car, and goes flying.

I really need you to picture a lord farquaad being dummy yeeted into the air by an incoming vehicle while a golf cart of inebriated, glitter and mud plastered coworkers are full-on horror movie screaming together. before we can even process this, lord farquaad gets up like 🤪 how bout that drink?? completely okay, utterly unphased, red hat and bob wig still locked the fuck in. we check on him several times, all talking over each other, and while he’s calmly and pleasantly assuring us he’s fine, he passes each one of us a tiny jesus figurine. he bestows a “god bless you all” and then resumes his jaunt, drink in hand.

after that we drove in total relieved hysterics, the kinda laughter that only happens when you narrowly avoided catastrophe. and i have NO idea if the driver that hit him even said a word because my entire consciousness in that moment was farquaad, there was only farquaad. I hope that he reads this one day and knows that he is STILL talked about and regarded as some sort of festival cryptid. we are blessed indeed