Was reminded of my old monster Cinderella x Snow White story and felt like redesigning them a bit
i don't do bad sauce passes
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
we're not kids anymore.

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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Was reminded of my old monster Cinderella x Snow White story and felt like redesigning them a bit
Grace flipping his shit, statement.
Bonus:
This isn't a diss to those people. I just wanted everyone to know the Road Wiz is an ally ❤🧡💛💚💙💜
given the current climate this pride especially i feel i must mention that i love my trans friends, i stand with trans people in the fight against transphobic legislation and those who would enforce it, and this blog is not a good place for you to be if you do not vibe with that
This shit reads like a tumblr post
the beach that. makes you dead
here's where to find it on windows 10
Ugh, it was in mine. It's off now.
IT GETS WORSE
I had to turn this off, but it's something that allows Windows and anyone using your device to generate text/images.
LOBOTOMIZE YOUR MACHINES
Happy Pride month! 🌈
There is a reality not so far from our own in which Ratitouille (2007) was filmed as an avant-garde conceptual horror akin to Eraserhead (1977)
There is a young American man in France. His mother has passed away. He has few friends, and works the thankless job of a bus boy in a prestigious restaurant, but dreams of becoming a chef despite having very little skill.
He returns one night to his humble apartment, which is known to have vermin, and comes across a rat, which he could easily kill or set loose on the street.
But the rat- it is special. It seems to speak to him. Promises him every little thing he desires- talent, fame, and fortune. Recognition and esteem like he has only ever seen from afar; fine company like the wealthy men and women whose scraps he picks at over the sink.
Put me on your head, the rat says. Put me on your head and think of nothing.
It is strange at first, yes. Strange to feel another take control of his life and live it better than he ever could. To see miraculous things created with his own two hands, to feel his feet move in graceful and fantastic ways with a confidence he has never had.
But the rat delivers as he had promised: he receives promotions, notoriety, admiration. He is noticed. Envied. Every day is a waking dream, rubbing elbows with beautiful women and handsome men and influential personalities who lavish him with praise. It is addictive, this lifestyle- never mind that he is only ever truly conscious of it as a passenger of in own brain.
It is when he has reached heights few can ever conceive, with all that the rat had ever promised- a beautiful wife in a beautiful house with all the world in his palm, in possession of all the wealth and success a man could ever want, that the rat says that it is leaving.
Leaving? The rat cannot leave. Everything he is, the rat has provided.
"I have delivered on our bargain", the rat says. "I have brought to you all that you have ever dreamed. What more could you desire? I must live my own life, now."
The man is furious. He is terrified. He destroys the rat, in all of the ways that a rat can be destroyed, until nothing is left of it but a fine smear of marinara sauce.
He returns to the restaurant the next day moving like the shell of something hollowed-out and brittle. He cooks well- his fingers remember the movements, his eyes recognize the patterns, his mouth knows without his asking what orders to speak and what platitudes make patrons smile pleasantly with their straight white teeth.
He retains the talents of the rat. The charm of the rat. All the worldly pleasures the rat had provided him.
Still, it seems, he is little more than a vessel for the talents of the rat.
But the rat is gone.
What remains of the man?
I have spent the last 3 days going on this journey of a video. I could not recommend it enough!
Whether you were a big grumpy cat fan or never even saw the meme once, @quinton-reviews tells a compelling, hilarious, and heartfelt history that goes beyond the impact bottom text.
If my earnest plea isn't convincing enough, maybe this will be:
This is amazing!
Pride shrimpies
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Steve's Theories (My World AU)
I have gotten many an ask, so I give a single answer in this form.
When they first woke up, Steve knew nothing but their own name and basic survival skills. With time, they met creatures, developed skills, created recipes and discovered strange structures scattered around the world.
Structures that they hope would fill in their apparent 'amnesia'. Temples, Strongholds, Fortresses, Trail Ruins, Bastions... and the creatures themselves too.
Zombies, that wear the same clothing and resemble their anatomy. Endermen, that they swear they could've heard speak but unsure if they've imagined it (Endermen tend to make their mind go fuzzy...). But no attempt at curing works and no attempt at communication is recognised.
Even the V/Illagers recognise this, in their clothing and in their deep purple eyes. Some have dubbed them the 'Living Zombie'.
Where did the structures come from? Where did everyone go? Why can't Steve recall anything? Major extinction event? War? Natural catastrophe? The Dragon? They seek the answer. In the world residents, in the engravings on pottery sherds, books of the Stronghold, the portal...
Everything leads to The End. Because everything ends. Surely.
Bed in the Nether (Minecraft: My World)
@nuisance728383 asked: Has Steve (definitely not being a naive idiot at the time) ever tried to make a house in the Nether and subsequently make a bed?
It wouldn't be a proper Nether experience without the bed incident haha. They proceeded to build a proper Nether base, this time with Respawn anchors. Though beds still remained relevant...
aight fine maybe I'm drawing more muscles again
josh ruben game changer meltdown