#also happy

[thegreenishhues]

Qsmpblr rn:

[lenreli]

[eggs-can-draw]

I have boiled eggs in the fridge and I wanna eat one like an apple so bad

[socksareunderated]

ok im not gonna lie these buggers have been in my brain for the past few days (and ive kinda become a demoscout shipper, we don't talk about it)

yes, i know my human style has changed. i struggled to figure out how to draw in a way that satisfied me. but i think that this is somewhat acceptable

also, next post may or may not be scout in a dress(maybe a few :>)

[a-superquantumunitintelprocessor]

Do you like the choice to accept Anima’s file? Or does the onset of distain dampen it?

That has had ̵̪͛n̶͙̋ē̵̯g̵̬̔ã̸̡t̸̼̎ḯ̶̪v̶̪̉ë̴̤́ ̴̪͐c̶̀ͅo̵̩̎n̷̟̑s̷̜̒ë̴̻́q̷͉̆ǔ̵̬e̵̱͝ń̸̥c̵̗͊ȅ̸͚s̴̨͐ ̷͖̎ that I did not ̸̻̐a̷͍͠ǹ̷̼t̷͉̄i̶̯͑c̴̢͑ï̷͇p̵̯̿a̷͙̅t̸̻́ḛ̸̆.̶̨͋ ̸̖͊B̷͚͒ǘ̶̦t̴̼͋ ̶͚́I̸̛̘ ̵͕͝am ̵͎́a̶̘̽l̶̳͒s̷̥͒o̴̺͒ ̸̛̗h̸̛̙ą̸̊p̵̣͂p̵̟̄y̸̟͋ ̴͂͜ to be ̶̮̊w̸̡̅ì̸̫t̶̗̿h̵̭̅ ̷̠͊Ą̶͆N̶̰̚Î̶̙M̵̺̆A̶̧̅.̵̱͑

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Knowledge Revenge.

[shorthistorian]

There are new retro-90s-style Beanie Babies and they're amazing???

[gh0sthoodie]

Happy pride month maybe I’ll start watching Doctor Who again

[jackalspine]

@schnuffel-danny hehehe

regarding this post: from schnuffle

[kendyroy]

“They gave me runway in this film. There’s one monologue in there. I can’t tell you the details of it. I say more words in that monologue than I said in an entire movie once as Wolverine. But there are sides of the character that I’ve been scratching at for 24 years […] There is stuff in this movie where I was like, ‘This is the thing I’ve been trying to get out’ and I feel so excited about it.”

— Hugh Jackman talking about Logan in Deadpool & Wolverine (x)

[falseficus]

everybody’s always on writing prompts like “what if there was a world where everyone had a timer ticking down to their death… but you met someone whose timer said infinity!” or “what if everyone had their cause of death tattooed across their forehead… but you met someone whose forehead said THE CREATURE!” Enough -

enough. stop with the shock value. there is no need to insert THE CREATURE; the benign concept of such a world is horrifying enough. not even in urgency, but just in banal, everyday interaction. imagine you meet someone and their timer says two years. not tomorrow, not urgently soon, but two years. enough to do quite a lot. they could fall in love in that time - could they get engaged? have a baby? you might otherwise get to know them, befriend them, but perhaps you opt not to, make a conscious choice not to invest in your own grief. what balancing act would every individual person have to participate in - I have ten years, is that long enough to be a good mother to children? is that long enough to secure a caretaker for my own mother? my wife will die a few months before me. my newborn’s timer reads nineteen years.

and cause of death. you interview for a job and emblazoned across the healthy, smiling face of the HR lady is MALNUTRITION. your country is prospering, safe, but every person you meet on the street from the babies to the old women read BOMB. BOMB. what kind of havoc would fate wreak on the world? what about the loss of privacy? how would that shape our notions of hope? idk man I think a lot of those ancient poems were right, and the fates are monsters. I’m interested by the framing of these ideas as trite horror tales when the premises themselves are so much more disturbing if simply taken to their logical ends

[the-nefarious-vampire]

as an aroace, im particularly dangerous, because i wont fuck or marry. i only know how to kill.

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[keirahknightley]

Crimson Peak (2015) 🎬 Guillermo del Toro

+ IMDb trivia

[paintedcrows]

Whenever Bill sees KingOfNJ's fics through Stan's eyes he just thinks they have the same taste in fanfiction (disgusting. unthinkable) continued

[morningsaidthemoon]

might continue work on this one,, ✨✨