Snooping as Usual

Highest quality reblogs for my viewing pleasure.

[marxistgnome]

Memes shared by kids who grew up on starships I think they should have sea scout/land scout beef with kids that grew up on Starbases

[crazy-brazilian]

[diluc33rpm]

[retrogamingblog2]

[hermitollien]

[thegaymertrainer]

Ok this slaaaaaaaps

[magicalsapphiccranberry]

[daftphoenix-deactivated20190315]

Visit Original Link

[lastcupofsorrow-deactivated2024]

that impersonation is on par

[titkoks]

i don’t know why i love this so much but i do

[drallimylime]

вопросик?!

[meltyneon]

[cometchameleon]

Ok wait I'm an animator but the idea of referring to a real life human's gait as a walk cycle is sending me

[musicofthe-ainur]

Am I the only person who thought this was really fucking funny

[eleemosynecdoche]

A lot of the really funny moments in Lord of the Rings come from Tolkien playing with language like this, where we have relatively formal, archaic, “high” language responded to with informal, modern, “low” language. 

[modernclaire]

another hilarious example:

[sirartwork]

[blus0x]

You can only REBLOG THIS TODAY

[spaceshipsandpurpledrank]

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

"Are you wearing-"

"The pauldron? Yes."

[ishowdespair-deactivated2026012]

when the curse is lifted

[thirtynineitude]

the people of new orleans are losing it

[kettleninth]

the people of new orleans fuckin rock

[animentality]

[sirartwork]

[bongwaterer]

[gigglepuffpixie]

[spaceshipsandpurpledrank]

[evergreencrackajack]

The "Not You Again" at the start of the video is perfect amounts "I'm tired of your shit" and "Good to see you again." And I love it

[parksandrex]

[adorablegorilla]

This is how the game was meant to be played

[ink-the-artist]

Video game I saw in a dream. It was in this low poly style like an older video game. You play as this character I think was meant to be a lamb, or maybe a weird mix of a lamb a mouse and a rabbit, (while not really looking like any of those things) and you’re running away from a wolf. Your objective is to last as long as possible before the wolf catches and eats you.

The house you’re running in is endless and bizarrely put together like most building interiors in dreams are (like the infinite toilet dream dimension on Reddit lol) the layout of the house is pretty detailed, you can stop and hide in places like closets or bins while the wolf looks for you, you can go up and down stairs and into rooms etc.

You never actually know where the wolf is or how close it is to you until it appears in your line of sight, it makes no noise and the game gives you no way of knowing where it is, and it’s pretty unpredictable it doesnt move at a consistent pace. When the wolf catches you there’s an animation showing it eating your character

[yesnowhatno]

I would play this. Amazing.

[yesnowhatno]

Felt like making a drawing of these fellas. I think it’s be good as this nonexistent game’s title screen.

[sighinastorm]

HEY OP, this is art. This provokes feelings.

Technical question, though. How did you achieve the "live pixel" effect? Is it cycling through versions of the pictures compressed at different resolutions?

[sighinastorm]

[ink-the-artist]

close,

[nealashitposts]

I recently found out why my mom would never sleep around me when I was a kid. Like she’d never let herself take naps or sleep if I was awake, ever. Or if she did, she would lock her bedroom door. So when I was 6, I was asleep in my bed in the middle of the night when I hear a loud bang, like a pot being dropped and come out to the living room to see my mom standing by the window, with just a huge pile of spaghetti all over the sill, and a pot on the ground, and I ’m like “Are you gonna eat all that?” And ya’ll she get’s BIG MAD and yells at me and chases me to my room but then a little while later a bunch of cops show up and ask me a bunch of random ass questions about my art? Like this one cop lady keeps asking me to draw dragons for her?! And they seem mad as hell

I didn’t want to get arrested so I just never asked my mom for spaghettis after that. Lesson, learned. Don’t ask mom for spaghettis or she’ll call the damn police on you. 

So I have this memory in my head, and it goes unquestioned until I say it outload for the first time a few months back and as soon as I say the words “When I was six, my mom called the cops on me for asking for spaghettis” My adult logic slams into place and is like “Hang on. Your mother definatly did not call the police on a 6 year old for asking for spaghetti.” 

So obviously that’s not what really went down. I call up my mom to tell her how I remember it and on top of her figuring out why her kid has always been really cagey around spaghettis for the last 3 decades she tells me what really happened. 

So on that night, a man tried to break into our house through the front window. It was just my mom, and her kids so she did what she felt she had too and shot him in the head. He’d been wearing a helmet, which landed on the floor under the window.

Now I just want ya’ll to put yourselves in my moms shoes for a minute here. This woman has just taken a human life. The trauma of that- the instant agony, the panic, the guilt, the fear- all of it hitting her at once, her only solace the knowledge that her children are safe. She protected her daughters. No matter the cost to her soul- her children are safe.

Then she looks up and sees her six year old staring at the inside of this mans head before saying “Are you gonna eat all that?” 

[thedorkdionysia]

[witchkinggaming-deactivated2022]

[sirartwork]