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Hammerhead shark made from hammer heads

That big white support post underneath it ends up making it look somewhat, itself, like a hammer head Hammer head Hammerhead hammer head

weavemama

KIDS ARE SO RUTHLESS

weavemama

“You look slow and easy to kill”

twinkprincessmoved-deactivated2

Jeremy didn’t come to play

tadpolemfjackson

I’m screaming Jeremy

poserisland-deactivated20240615

“i tHiNK You ARE NAUGHtY FOR HAviNG SlAVES”

justdeletemyblogplease

Well then.

sassystarlightcollection-deacti

Jeremy don’t give a fuck! When he sees Santa on the 24th IT’S ON SIGHT!

bibinella

I love this am @doublekaiju

ittybittytatertot

So it’s very late but I want to share the best piece of wisdom my mother has ever offered me.

One time, when I was having a very hard time, bad enough that I admitted I was struggling to my mother. My mother looked at me and told me: “Don’t make big decisions in February.”

I was very confused, because it was not February at the time, but she explained that one year, when she was younger but old enough to live on her own, she was having a very hard time, much like me. She found herself feeling especially low and especially stressed in February. And she decided she wouldn’t make any big changes for the rest of the month.

And the month went by, and she had a hard time, but time passed and it happened that by the beginning of March, she was feeling a lot better. And she was able to make big decisions she had avoided in February.

So now it’s a mantra for me: Don’t make big decisions in February.

February being whenever I feel down or angry or stressed.

Boss or coworkers being crappy? Don’t make big decisions in February.

Feeling lonely and it’s 2am and you have a bottle of hair dye just sitting on your bathroom sink? Don’t make big decisions in February.

Give yourself space to think through your decisions. Bad moods rarely give you the best judgement. Anxiety disorders, depression, and other mental illnesses will try to convince you the wrong decisions are the right ones, and in the moment, they sound very convincing.

So give yourself time to figure out if that’s what you actually need, what you actually want, and what would maybe feel good in the moment but have consequences you’re not willing or ready to deal with.

Try not to make life changes in February, whatever February is for you.

ethanrayne

I know this is a post about February as a metaphor for rough times, but as someone whose rough times ARE February (and who’s known many other people for whom February is rough, either due to seasonal depression or just the bad luck of life shit hitting around then all the time), I highly recommend not making big decisions in ACTUAL February as well, unless you’re 100% doing well in February. Because, well… February is terrible.

jenroses

My birthday is in February and I can attest it is fucking vile.

heavyweightheart

in addition to the fact that people just have different natural rhythms, a big reason why we can’t seem to go to bed as early as we “should” is that nighttime is, for many of us, our safest and most fulfilling time of day. we don’t have to work, we won’t be contacted by bosses or insurance companies or collection agencies or other suffocating life business… we’re likely only to be contacted by our friends, or by no one at all. night time is release; it’s ours. we can rest or recreate. we can do things we actually want to do. who would choose to cut that short?? just to usher in the next morning when our lives are not our own again? nighttime is precious and nothing could be more normal than the desire to embrace this

deluxeloy

So, y’all remember that post that said animals in urban areas slowly became nocturnal to avoid encounters with humans? Apparently that includes humans.

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Anyway, here’s why this is the best meme of the 2010’s

This meme is an internet staple that managed to be versatile, unproblematic, inclusive, and best of all one of the greatest examples of a shitpost. The humour was not in the grandeur, not in the references, not in the junxapositioning of labled words, nor in the relatability of it all. The humour is in the simplicity, the artistic composition of the original image, the three course meal of fashion that was served by the subject, and of course, the iconic pose that changed the way we see one’s hands clasped together with one’s feet shoulder-width apart.

This meme is a reflection of the average: middle class life in the ‘burbs; taking pictures at everyday landmarks such as the uneven sidewalk by your house or the tree you almost crashed into when you just got your learners permit; wearing your favourite matching top and bottom in a picture to show off the 18k gold plated wristwatch and loafers your nana got you for your birthday; the grandest joys in the most average of things.

In a way, I think deep down, we all know that Luciano did not actually have to do it to em, but we, as a society, are better off because he did

buckyjoy11

"In a way, I think deep down, we all know that Luciano did not actually have to do it to em, but we, as a society, are better off because he did"

lockneth

"the three course meal of fashion that was served by the subject"

mens-rights-activia

Btw to the ppl in the notes, that line was alluding to the sock tan as well

acepalindrome

My brother decided to teach his two and a half year old that Mommy and Daddy have names and there is nothing funnier than seeing a cranky toddler turn to his mom and say ‘leave me alone, Meredith.’

turing-tested

whenever im spooked i play the worst most memey music because i hold the firm belief nothing can kill you if the vibes are wrong. if you have fresh prince going on as loud as possible whatever's haunting you is gonna be like. aw man. i can't kill to this. the mood is all wrong now

jungwildeandfree

ghost, crawling out of my television: hssss...blood

me, turning caramelldanssen up to 180 decibels: v̶̨̲̣̣͈̻̯̩̾̊̓́i̥̼̜͎̺̬̭̫̍̉ͮͧb͎͈̮̰̠̬͇͇ͧ̚͜e͎͖͎͚̥̞̊̉ͮ̑ͪ̒ͩ ̵̹͎̬̟̪͛ͬ͌͐ͧͥ̔̆c̀̀̑̓̚҉̩̻͓̰͔h̡̖̻̻̯͐̅̎͋̀ͅe̸̗̝̣̞̬͐̅ͪ̅ͭ͐͜ͅc̶̲̠͈͙̎̿́͑̅ͅk̶ͫͨͩ͐͘҉ͅ

just-shower-thoughts

Adulthood is 50% “I’m too young for this to be happening” and 50% “I’m too old for this shit”.

rocktheholygrail

kitfoxart

I’ve just discovered my new favorite painter, Vittorio Reggianini - those smarter than myself probably already know of him as an Italian painter from the 1800s who made satin look even satiny-er than satin. I just cannot get over how much he loved painting women who were NOT. HAVING. A. MAN’S. SHIT.

But there was one hottie that everyone seemed to like, and I can’t blame them…

Vittorio knows what the ladies like.

explorerrowan

I love this. Vittorio is throwing some not-so-subtle shade on the misogyny of the era in that last one. Around that time, mass market printing was finally a thing, and people wrote the hell out of some novels, especially fiction. And the people who read the novels were mostly women, because they had somewhat more time on their hands. Middle and upper class men decided they were above reading. They frequently criticized the women for reading novels, saying it was going to corrupt their brains and turn them all into anarchists and lesbians. (Which wasn’t entirely untrue, lots of subversive and queer stuff was distributed in novel form.)

So that last painting is a dude getting over himself and the prejudices of the time and sharing an interest with the ladies, which is infinitely hotter than a dude invading personal space and looming over you like in several of those other paintings.