"Whimsy" is truly a wretched term. What maketh thee so carefree?
thy mother
Art thou for fucking real
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we're not kids anymore.
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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"Whimsy" is truly a wretched term. What maketh thee so carefree?
thy mother
Art thou for fucking real
On Tuesday, January 13, University of Alaska Fairbanks undergraduate student Graham Granger was detained after he had been found “ripping ar
Guy in red is an artist ai guy is not
I just want to point out that the guy ate a bunch of images, chewed them out, and spat out an unrecognizable slop - literally what ai models do.
This is poetry to me and whatever the goal of original art piece was it is now elevated to heavens.
"going out to get milk" is a common turn of phrase used to describe a man abandoning his family.
the "milkman" is a common figure in stories depicting a woman's infidelity and adulterous affair.
this implies that the ability to provide milk would both decrease the likelihood of a man abandoning his wife and children, as it would eliminate the need for leaving to get milk AND would secure that man's marriage, as his wife would have no need to seek milk from an extraneous source.
therefore, all men should produce milk, through various means such as:
- being a cow
- being an almond
- being a woman
- being a coconut
- being in the omegaverse
- being an oat
(list is exemplary and not finite)
in this essay, i will redefine the nuclear family and explain the seductive and inflammatory nature of the 1993 "Got Milk?" commercials.
you shut your mouth.
no more historic events this decade that is ENOUGH, i’m putting my foot down
History is not done with us yet my friend
I have received all manner of threat, up to and beyond “I will play a flute carved from your femur,” and yet this is the first time I’ve felt truly threatened
i knew posting this in 2022 was risky but holy fucking shit
none pizza with left beef
It should be a rule of Tumblr to always reblog none pizza with left beef
Happy Pride Month to those two women dancing together in the foreground of the boat scene in Godzilla (1954).
I’m sorry your romantic foibles were overshadowed by a big ass atomic lizard thing.
out of the tags with you
When we were children, my sister had private music lessons at her violin teacher’s house. I only visited there once, but I still remember that afternoon. The teacher had an artificial pond in her yard, a large beautiful thing with lily pads and plant life. And in the pond, there were goldfish. I had never seen such enormous goldfish.
I spent several minutes just staring at them (and trying to convince them to bite my fingers.) When my sister’s violin lesson ended, her teacher came out to the yard and explained that these goldfish were the same small creatures that were often unfortunately sold in plastic bags at state fairs. They were only about two inches long apiece, when she bought them and put them in the new, empty pond. In essence, they were like every goldfish I had seen before, but they had been given a much larger, much richer environment in which to flourish. As a result, they had grown into some of the most remarkable, vibrant creatures my twelve-year-old self had ever met with. All because of a pond.
Funny what lessons children remember. My sister doesn’t play the violin anymore, but that was the first time I caught a glimpse of the overwhelming extent to which it matters, the way the world treats us.
Reblogged again for this drawing I made for it
Give us room to grow and see how we flourish.
they seriously expected us to worship cops & soldiers when street cleaners and sanitation workers exist? fuck off i know who my heroes are
I'm learning so much about princesses on tumblr dot com
I LOVE MY FRIENDS I LOVE MY FRIENDS I LOVE MY FRIENDS wow I have such great friends they makea me happy 🤌
Also, consider. A magical version of the bends. Whenever someone from a non- or low-magical land has to go into a very magic rich forest or land or dimension, having to take breaks to let their bodies adjust to the new magic exposure or else their blood will boil in their veins or they'll Transform
actually the bends only kicks in when you try to LEAVE the high pressure area. or in this case, magic rich area?
Getting deeper and deeper into feywilds and knowing that however deep you get, it’s gonna take twice as long to escape without magic tearing its way out of you
Hey guys did I mention I live on a fucking weird island and sometimes land crabs with 8-inch claws try to get into my house
cute puppy what breed is he
sideways
"Well, cleaning out the beehive and getting rid of the mice and snakes was probably the hardest part of restoring this old abandoned shack. Surely there can't be anything worse in the attic."
The attic:
Not only is the name of the second part of this book called That^, it's about human-sized killer cyborg spiders on planet Murder. Not just a murderplanet, but A Planet Literally Called Murder. I love the sheer stupidity of these books sometimes.
Ah yes. Warhammer do be like that.
For similar sillyness the primarch of the Raven Guard is called Corvus Corax which is the scientific name of a type of Raven
Vulkan of the Salamanders happened on a volcano planet
The primarch of the legion that drinks human blood is called Sanguinius
And the most powerful Ork warboss in the setting, the prophet of Gork and Mork and bane of Armageddon(planet) is named after former UK prime minister Margaret Thatcher
And also Angron, the angry. Angron the angriest.
Oh fuck off.
the older i get, the more i appreciate the competency and cooperativeness of those politicians who got together to kill caesar
60 agreed to kill him and only 23 followed through with the plan, if I remember correctly.
i’m american do you know how siked i would be to get 23 senators to agree on direct action
According to Christopher Andrew apparently only one stroke was actually fatal
that is exactly as effective as I expect most political action to be tbh
I think it’s my duty to tell the world that not only a single stab was fatal, but also a bunch of those senators accidentally stabbed each other (and some of them died because of the wounds) cause they were panicking so much while attacking Caesar
this is it. this is the taxpayers money in action. incredible.
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why does this have 32k notes? it’s just a picture of a knife in a ranch bottle, is there some unspoken joke that 32 thousand people share? what is going on here, i dont get it. it’s just a fucking picture of a knife in a ranch bottle. is there some spiritual connection people have to this picture? is there some ominous and mystical reasoning that this has 32 thousand notes? do people reblog this because it makes them look like some indie blogger? or is there just something funny to this? someone please explain
no one tell him