when a mutual posts a poll you know nothing about, but they say "orangutan johnson my beloved, orangutan johnson sweep!!!!" you vote for orangutan johhnson. it's called loyalty.

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when a mutual posts a poll you know nothing about, but they say "orangutan johnson my beloved, orangutan johnson sweep!!!!" you vote for orangutan johhnson. it's called loyalty.
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everyone needs to get into roller derby NOW!!!!
The Turkey
A Conpletely Original Poem
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I toiled, weak and weary,
On some flimsy fabrics I had purchased from the crafting store;
No one home, resigned a hermit, making hats for me and Kermit
Making pilgrim hats from craft supplies I got from Crafting Store;
hats for us, and no one more
Suddenly, there came a rapping, as if someone had been tapping
Someone faintly knocking, faintly tapping on my freezer door
First I thought, "My God, the turkey?" til I realized, and smirkied
"Baka fool! You bought the bird unfrozen from the grocery store-
Tis some ice, and nothing more."
Still, the tapping did not falter, and I, like lamb unto the altar,
Wandered, frightened, to my slaughter, opening the freezer door --
Where he sat, I did not put him, muppet ass inside the puddin,
Startled bad, I stumbled good and screamed til I couldn't scream no more
Falling down upon the floor.
Feeling stupid, I got up and dusted off my aching butt
From where I tumbled, shrieking, down upon my kitchen floor
"It's just Kermit!" Laughing, wheezing, "How'd you get here? Aren't you freezing?
Did the wife deposite you in here? And scare me to the floor?"
(Please stop rhyming floor with floor)
Suddenly, I did remember, earlier this same November
I had been divorced, she took the kids away a week before.
In my fear, I had forgotten, only now my heart felt rotten
"Will I ever hear her laugh again?" I mumbled, feeling sore
Quoth the muppet,
"Nevermore."
Kermit long had been my lover, still his speech had made me stutter,
Never had I heard him utter undreampt words to me before.
Staring at unmoving felt, I saw the ice began to melt
As in my foolish fright, too long I'd left ajar the freezer door
Taking him, I shut the door.
Wanting something to distract me from my sure overreacting
Imagining I'd heard him speak was surely sign of something more
Surely, hearing Kermit talk had been a message from my Cock
Wanting sweet release within the hole of slutty muppet whore
"I will take him on the floor!"
But as I thrust my meager member, urgently I did remember
Not from sudden thought, but from the cold upon my pores
In the freezer Kermit's hole had now become a deathly cold
Shrivilling my sack as then I screamed until my throat was sore
Then I screamed a little more
"Rotten muppet!" I was seething, "Do you loathe my very being?
Do you wish to further salt my recent wounds?" I did implore.
No reply, and I, in sorrow, realized that come the morrow
I would eat Thanksgiving with a muppet I could bone no more
For my conscience felt impure.
Not my conscience! No, that's bold. Surely it must be the cold
The cold, not guilt from harming wife and son those weeks before
Surely, then, if I can summon something warmer still to cum in,
Then, the guilt will leave and peaceful nights I'll have once more?
Quoth the muppet,
"Nevermore."
"MUPPET!" then I cried, "OR DEMON! TELL ME, WHAT'S THE FUCKING REASON?
WHY DO YOU INSIST ON MOCKING, FREEZING COCK, THERE ON THE FLOOR?"
Though out loud, he didn't respond, I heard his thinking through our bond,
Not an explanation -- a demand from him, a chore.
When I understood, I swore.
Then in his mind, the order spoken, suddenly the fridge did open
Showing, there, the bird that I had purchased from the store
"No," I whispered, vision murky, "I refuse to fuck the turkey,
Wifeless, friendless, godless, still, there's dignity inside my core!"
Quoth the muppet,
"Nevermore."
...
Then,
With reluctance,
I got out
My Jrap On
(Joker Strap On
The Turkey
A Conpletely Original Poem
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I toiled, weak and weary,
On some flimsy fabrics I had purchased from the crafting store;
No one home, resigned a hermit, making hats for me and Kermit
Making pilgrim hats from craft supplies I got from Crafting Store;
hats for us, and no one more
Suddenly, there came a rapping, as if someone had been tapping
Someone faintly knocking, faintly tapping on my freezer door
First I thought, "My God, the turkey?" til I realized, and smirkied
"Baka fool! You bought the bird unfrozen from the grocery store-
Tis some ice, and nothing more."
Still, the tapping did not falter, and I, like lamb unto the altar,
Wandered, frightened, to my slaughter, opening the freezer door --
Where he sat, I did not put him, muppet ass inside the puddin,
Startled bad, I stumbled good and screamed til I couldn't scream no more
Falling down upon the floor.
Feeling stupid, I got up and dusted off my aching butt
From where I tumbled, shrieking, down upon my kitchen floor
"It's just Kermit!" Laughing, wheezing, "How'd you get here? Aren't you freezing?
Did the wife deposite you in here? And scare me to the floor?"
(Please stop rhyming floor with floor)
Suddenly, I did remember, earlier this same November
I had been divorced, she took the kids away a week before.
In my fear, I had forgotten, only now my heart felt rotten
"Will I ever hear her laugh again?" I mumbled, feeling sore
Quoth the muppet,
"Nevermore."
Kermit long had been my lover, still his speech had made me stutter,
Never had I heard him utter undreampt words to me before.
Staring at unmoving felt, I saw the ice began to melt
As in my foolish fright, too long I'd left ajar the freezer door
Taking him, I shut the door.
Wanting something to distract me from my sure overreacting
Imagining I'd heard him speak was surely sign of something more
Surely, hearing Kermit talk had been a message from my Cock
Wanting sweet release within the hole of slutty muppet whore
"I will take him on the floor!"
But as my I thrust my meager member, urgently I did remember
Not from sudden thought, but from the cold upon my pores
In the freezer Kermit's hole had now become a deathly cold
Shrivilling my sack as then I screamed until my throat was sore
Then I screamed a little more
"Rotten muppet!" I was seething, "Do you loathe my very being?
Do you wish to further salt my recent wounds?" I did implore.
No reply, and I, in sorrow, realized that come the morrow
I would eat Thanksgiving with a muppet I could bone no more
For my conscience felt impure.
Not my conscience! No, that's bold. Surely it must be the cold
The cold, not guilt from harming wife and son those weeks before
Surely, then, if I can summon something warmer still to cum in,
Then, the guilt will leave and peaceful nights I'll have once more?
Quoth the muppet,
"Nevermore."
"MUPPET!" then I cried, "OR DEMON! TELL ME, WHAT'S THE FUCKING REASON?
WHY DO YOU INSIST ON MOCKING, FREEZING COCK, THERE ON THE FLOOR?"
Though out loud, he didn't respond, I heard his thinking through our bond,
Not an explanation -- a demand from him, a chore.
When I understood, I swore.
Then in his mind, the order spoken, suddenly the fridge did open
Showing, there, the bird that I had purchased from the store
"No," I whispered, vision murky, "I refuse to fuck the turkey,
Wifeless, friendless, godless, still, there's dignity inside my core!"
Quoth the muppet,
"Nevermore."
...
Then,
With reluctance,
I got out
My Jrap On
(Joker Strap On
There is a muppet in my attic. A felt, sprawling thing that crouches in the shadowed corner. It thrums with sex and malice. I could sit there for hours, watching the swirls of plush and velvet on its surface. I have done so. It is not the materials that enthral me; no, it’s the hole betwixt them. It sings that I am beautiful. Sings that I am a home. That I can be fully consumed by what loves me.
i bought the $70 book about guillermo del toro's frankenstein film because i'm nuts, and here are some of my favorite highlights thus far:
• the fact that all jacob elordi really had to say for guillermo to cast him was "my father is spanish. also i went to catholic school and felt scared and deeply uncomfortable there" like...GDT's requirements are: you gotta be hispanic/latine, be filled with catholic guilt, or BOTH
• [regarding the nine hour prosthetic application process] "elordi recalls, 'the first thing guillermo said to me was that it would be my skin, and i would have to take the sacrament. like every morning, getting the prosthetics put on would be like the eucharist. that's how he spoke about it from the moment i came to the project.'" THAT'S INSANE LMAO
• this quote from jacob - "i love that the film doesn't have a fatalistic ending. what recourse does the creature have but to live? in all the drudgery and sadness and rejection, what else will you do but keep walking toward the sun?"
• the character of william frankenstein was based on guillermo as a child. guillermo gave the actor, felix kammerer, a photo of himself where he looked very little and sad and lonely, and felix carried that photo with him for the entirety of the film.
• the makeup artist applied subtle prosthetics to mia goth's face when she played victor's mother in order to make her look slightly more similar to oscar isaac
• jacob had to wear oversized fake teeth because of the way the prosthetics altered the proportions of his face. they also gave him large dark contact lenses to make him even more doe-eyed/baby-ish.
what if orpheus was butch and she unclipped her carabiner and held it out behind her and then eurydice clipped it onto her belt loop and then orpheus didnt have to look back because she could hear eurydice jingle jangling behind her. follow me for more dyke solutions to famous tragic literature
Death and Life
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homestuck roller derby au. aradia is a blocker (butt). tavros used to be a jammer is now head NSO. eridan is that one pos male jammer every team has. gamzee is a pivot. karkat is a brace. can anyone hear me
thank you mr. fox for ten glorious years of being attracted to butchy fish women. here's to another ten
[image description: a drawing of undyne from undertale smiling and giving a thumbs up. she is depicted as being quite muscular and having large, flowing hair. text around her says "i watched someone play undertale a decade ago at age 10 and all i got was a profound respect and love for video games as an artistic medium and lesbianism". the piece is done in a retro halftone style. end id]
Was anyone going to tell me JK Rowling mourned the loss of Charlie Kirk and then quoted Hitler, or was I supposed to figure that out myself?
I looked it up on tumblr and TERFs are saying “She’s not endorsing Hitler that’s just her emotional support Mein Kampf quote” OKAY
holocaust denier quotes hitler to demonize political opposition
and other true statements you can't say about her in the uk without being sued
kris and togore perpetuates the cycle of existence
They’re gettin ready before the big concert