#bunyons

[hysteriak]

For that oc meme: 5, 7 and 9!!

7. Fav OC ship Probably my two boys Ross and Krake! Both of them are just really fun to draw and write about, but also cause they are one of my favorite ship dynamics: From enemies, to friends, to lovers

9. Weirdest OC Not really weird I'd say but more silly! I got my Bunyons who has been with me for a good while now 🤍

[uwmspeccoll]

Staff Pick of the Week

Noted British American artist, illustrator, and poster designer Louis Rhead (1857-1926) often engaged in book illustration projects with his brothers Frederick Alfred Rhead (1856–1933) and George Woolliscroft Rhead Jr. (1855–1920). In this 1900 publication, Louis Rhead joins with his brother George to illustrate The Life and Death of Mr. Badman by John Bunyon (1628-1688), published in New York by R. H. Russell. It was also published in London by William Heinemann in the same year.

Mr. Badman, originally published in 1680, was intended by Bunyan to be a companion piece to The Pilgrim's Progress, and served as a rebuke to what Bunyon saw as the wickedness and debauchery that was consuming England. Here, the Rheads offer 12 intricate illustrations of cardinal vices that lead the ungodly Mr. Badman from this world into hell.

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-- MAX, Head, Special Collections

[magicalgirlmascot]

Bomonga is a hunter who lives in a cabin coming down to town every season like an omen of change and also unwillingly doubles as the local cryptid all the kids want to take blurry pictures of much to his fucking chagrin. can a man just enlarge himself to the size of a trex and chill with his head in the pine treetops ffs

Bomonga: it's so annoying. Every other week I get some damn teenager or another trying to track me back to my place. They've never succeeded but it's the principle of the thing.

Norik: maybe this would be less of an issue if you came out of the woods more than twice a year

Bomonga: no

[furryeaglebarbarian]

Brand new paula draws

"haven't drawn paula in who knows how long.

[severeartisanpatrol]

For all ladies working on their feet all day.

[2194teddy]

Any HC for Giant Paul Bunyon Dipper Pines?

He would be a cute Giant dorky Mystery Twin.

He may or may not be Mute? Idk.

Like Giant and Mute Characters.

[x31043]

The way this girl my friend is dating came over and kept being like this ..because I’m so tiny and cute. I’m just so little, teeny tiny and I’m soo cute and small. I’m so little! I’m just little and you could do anything you want to me because I’m soo tiny and so cute…

[f0point5]

i NEED jealous Max. Please 🥺🥺🥺 I love jealous/possessive guys haha the feminism just leaves my body

Me too! GOD. Me, too.

It took me ages to decide how to go about this because I had soooo many ideas but I hope you like it!

✨set during the Miami GP weekend 2022✨

Everybody wants you, but I don’t like a gold rush

Max glances down at his watch. 17 minutes. 17 minutes you’ve been standing in the gallery area of the garage, fanning yourself with a magazine - with Max’s face on the front of it, no less - in the Miami heat, talking to some freakishly tall guy in a Louis Vuitton denim jacket and aviator sunglasses. He’s so painfully American that Max wonders what you even have to talk about for…eighteen minutes.

You tighten your high ponytail while Paul Bunyon talks, his mouth wide with every word. Max studies your face for any sign that you’re bored. He’s bored of watching this, but he knows from experience that not looking isn’t a real option. You haven’t looked over at him once in those eighteen minutes, in fact you haven’t even been distracted by the mechanics moving around or the noise of drilling and clattering tools.

This guy must be really fucking interesting.

You smile at something Captain America says and Max feels his jaw clenched so hard he thinks a tooth is going to crack.

It’s like he’s thirteen again, watching you stand in the middle of the makeshift paddock at the karting track, swarmed by every one of his competitors, their parents packing up their stuff as they vie for your attention. He was the only one who stayed away, following his dad’s instructions on how to properly dismantle and store things while sneaking glimpses at the show you were running. He would win every race and still go home feeling like a loser.

It’s different now, of course. He doesn’t take your gregarious nature so personally now, and he can admit he understands what men see in you now, even if he doesn’t feel it. But he’d be lying if he said it doesn’t trigger something in him to see the way men react to you. It might irritate him less if you enjoyed it, but you’ve long since grown out of that. Now, you expect it so much that you ignore it, and Max has no choice to but to notice it, the same way you’d notice a rusty knife embedded in your side.

“You’re not listening to me, are you?” GP says, which snaps Max out of his calculations.

“I’m listening,” Max says, fiddling with the brim of his cap. “Drive fast, win race, I got it,”

GP frowns at his dismissive tone, and Max makes a point of looking at his water bottle, lest GP realise what actually had his attention. “Max, you need to focus. What are you even-“ It’s the sound of your laugh - high pitched over the deep bass of the music - that makes GP look across the garage. His features twist in disapproval as he turns back to Max. “You’ve got to be kidding me,”

Max looks down at his shoes, moving his foot as he inspects them. “What?”

Above him, GP groans. “I’m not going to say anything about the situation as a whole, because it’s waste of my time. But specifically now, she’s right there, she’s not going anywhere. Can we please just go through this once and then you can carry on staring?”

Max rolls his eyes, steeling his face as a cameraman enters the garage. He’s wearing a Red Bull shirt so Max doesn’t mind too much, but he can’t be captured looking as morose as he feels. The cameraman pans past him and onto you and the guest. Max watches you cringe as the guy throws up some hand sign to the camera, clearly at home with the media attention.

“Who even is that?” Max asks, unable to hide his rancour. He’s probably going to be forced to take a picture with Popeye later.

“I don’t know, some American football player?” GP says with a shrug, giving Max a helpless look. GP couldn’t give less of a shit about the celebrity guests touted around the gargae, and normally Max is his ally. “Are we done?”

Max nods, but not even a second later he’s looking again. It gets worse the more you talk, he can see this guy becoming more enchanted by the second. He wonders what kind of steroids they take in American sports leagues because the meathead is acting like a dog in heat. He leans towards you at an angle that is wholly unnecessary, his eyes fixated on your mouth, nodding too emphatically at everything you say.

“My God, why doesn’t he just lick her face,” Max says incredulously, more to himself than anything.

“Max,” GP sighs.

“Come on,” Max implores with a scoff, stopping himself from outright gesturing in your direction. “Look at him. That’s embarrassing,”

GP fixes Max with a deadpan expression. “Right, but you being sulky and jealous is the height of cool?”

“I’m not jealous.”

And he isn’t. Because Joe DiMaggio over there doesn’t have anything he wants. He’s not going to waste time being jealous of a guy getting half an hour with you when he has cats, and a home, and a life with you.

Finally, you look in his direction, but only because GP calls your name. “Can you come here?”

You give GP a thumbs up and excuse yourself, trotting over to Max without a second thought. Wannabe Tom Brady brazenly enjoys the view, and Max swears he hasn’t been that close to punching someone since Monza last year.

“What’s up?” You ask, slotting yourself between the two men as you lean back against the shelf.

GP hands you his phone. “Beat this Candy Crush level for me, would you? Been stuck for days,”

You look at him skeptically, but years of being filmed up close by cameras on the pit wall have given GP a hell of a poker face; he just stares back at you, and you give up with a huff.

“Men are hopeless,” you say with a roll of your eyes.

“Couldn’t agree more,” GP says, his eyes pointedly on Max, who can’t even defend himself.

Desperate to avoid GP’s scrutiny, he glances over at the gallery, only to find the Yank looking at him. Well, not him, you. He’s got that curious expression as he assesses you fiddling with GP’s phone, one that says he’s trying to understand if he has something to be worried about. He doesn’t. You’re not his to worry about.

“Here,” Max says, pulling off his cap. You barely look up at him before he puts his cap firmly on your head, holding it steady with one hand while pulling your ponytail through the hole at the back with the other.

The brim of the hat obscures half your face, and Max turns so that half your body is shielded by his, which he tells himself is in case a camera comes by.

“It’s sunny,” Max shrugs in his own defence, when he notices you looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

You adjust the cap on your head but don’t take it off. “Why don’t you just give me your letterman jacket?”

“My what?”

“Never mind,” you chuckle, shaking your head at him as you pat his chest with an indulgent smile.

He takes the opportunity at the sound of a large wheel gun to glance over at the gallery, only to meet the eyes of the guy you were talking to. Now that you’re no longer next to him, Max does sort of recognise him. He plays for some team named after an animal. Max just looks at him - he’ll do this all day if he has to - until the guy shoves his hands in his pockets and pulls out his phone, starting to tap away. Yeah, go back to Raya.

Good riddance, Max thinks to himself as he turns back to you, only to find that you already looking at him. He wonders for how long.

He can tell by your smirk that he’s been caught. If he’s honest with himself you caught him five years ago, this was just one of the few moments he let you know it. And you know it. How could you not know?

He thinks for a second that you’re going to tease him, but you don’t. You shift on your feet so that some of your weight rests against his arm, and go back to playing on GP’s phone.

“Go on, GP,” he says, fighting a smile at the large number 1 on the brim of what is now your hat.

He knows from the way GP is looking at him that he’ll get an earful about this later, but right now, he just clears his throat.

“Right, so,”

[liberty1776]

A good film based on the first novel written in English. It is a 1678 Christian allegory written by John Bunyan. It is regarded as one of the most significant works of theological fiction in English literature.

The Pilgrim's Progress (2019) | Full Movie A man named Pilgrim discovers a book, and the more he reads it, the more he is convicted of sin and judgment and a burden begins to develop on his back. Obsessed with discovering the truth and escapingInge vanden Eijnde his town, the City of Destruction, Pilgrim ventures outside the forbidden borders and begins his journey to find a Celestial City ruled by a good and noble King, meeting friends and foes along the way.

[quiltofstars]

Mars on October 23, 2024 // bunyon

[theehorsepusssy]

I know I keep sending corny ass posts, but like, I mean it when I say that you looking older is a good thing. It means you're getting old, man. Yeah, aging sucks, everything aches and sometimes you can't get it up or whatever and you get all sorts of bunyons and callouses and stuff. But ten years ago a pretty big chunk of this website was watching you waste away instead, high out of your mind and shit. You're sober now and you're getting older. I think that's a lovely thing, after all you've been through, man. I hope you know what I mean by that, at least. Hope you're doing well, despite the aging thing. ♥

Thanks. I'm just feeling extra ugh lately cuz medical reasons. Super tired. Getting fat. Dentures don't fit. Depression. Flatulence. Dandruff. The usual

[theweirdbox123]

NO ONE TOLD ME PAUL BUNYON WASNT REAL.

[oddnamesinhistory]

Bunyon Snipes Womble

1882-1976, American lawyer

[razorfst]

mister razor guy

slice 'n dice

prickly pear

weirdly attractive redwood tree

grumpy mcsharphands

walking sears tower

biceps

gulliver of traveling fame

wreck it ralph

paul bunyon

cranky pants

love , bloodmaw 🤍

Send in a Pet Name / Nickname for Andrei | Accepting

"I do not know how you haven't run out of nicknames by now or how you keep coming up with these things but at this point I have no choice but to accept what you have to say because I know by now I can't stop you. Even if I want to."

[gorillageek27]

so fun fact paul bunyon is a kaiju much like king kong and godzilla how do you think he'd stack up with the others? https://youtu.be/ESfo_GqPtOU?si=KyDMsdPCE1ELVY5_ check out this vid too for more info on america's forgotten kaiju

He's basically a big human so he'd obviously have high intellegence, but from what i can remember he doesnr have any special abilties, just an exe and his bull so i'd say he would be as powerful as say godzilla

[purplbear]

road trip slide show!

It’s not the destination, but the journey” - Ralph Waldo Emerson

Road-trip to view the 2024 total Solar Eclipse in Missouri, USA was packed with experiences (only 3 minutes of which was viewing the total eclipse). See/read the slide show under the cut!

Our journey started on Saturday and we expected to spend at least 5-6 hours in the car each day (it is 12 hours drive time to our eclipse viewing location in Missouri). Actual time spent on road each day was around 9 🤣 - so our greatest effort on the math figuring out how long our days would be. Ufda, getting to your Airbnb at 9pm each day is exhausting.

There are three humans and one animal on this trip, myself, husband, friend, and friend’s dog.

First event we experienced: the Mississippi River!

Now this needs some background - I live 3 minute drive away from the Mississippi in Minnesota. Could walk to it if I wanted. I’ve been to the headwaters in Itasca, MN and the delta in Louisiana. I cross this river almost daily for the grocery store or to see family … it’s like a big part of life where I live.

We arrived in Guttenberg, IA to Lock and Dam #10 and I’m like - ooh big river! Hey guys, which River is this?

🤔

Yeah, the big River here in this part of the United States is …. The Mississippi River. 🤦

Laughs all around - we enjoyed a short walk near the lock and dam, enjoyed all the fun street names, found a bathroom, and got back on the road.

By the way - one of our road trip companions was very cute and a very good puppers for the entire trip. Just amazing!

So day two - husbeast (husband) loudly stated a desire for a roadside attraction during today’s driving. The world’s biggest something, or weirdest whatever …. Something cool. Our friend did some kick butt research and found …. American Giants museum in Atlanta, Illinois. A mere 15 minutes off the hwy; and we were incredibly fortunate cause it was the first weekend they were open on Sundays too!

Upon entering the main downtown area we were greeted by: Paul Bunyon (hot dog man)

And our Minnesota hearts were so happy to see this large giant friend who is also a Paul Bunyan - but different name spelling cause of copyright issues 🤣🤣🤣 (or so the sign stated).

The dog was NOT a fan of hot dog Paul Bunyon man, but we were!

And the museum - y’all it was top notch! A single room, but like, FABULOUS write ups for the history of the Big Friends fiberglass works. Just awesome. The volunteers - also top notch. So friendly and happy to chat.

And if you’re anywhere near there, Memorial Day weekend they are getting one of the last remaining 6 Texaco giants!

Back on the road and onto our next stop which was ….St. Louis and the Gateway Arch.

And guess what! We saw a BIG RIVER! Hey guys, which River is this ….. it’s the Mississippi, still. 🤣🤣

Back on the road to Union, MO to rest up for ECLIPSE DAY!

Many many many friends and family informed us that the traffic TO the eclipse would be pretty good … but leaving the eclipse location would double or triple driving time. WORTH IT!

Many people have written about viewing an eclipse, how it’s an amazing experience. The highlights for me?

When the sun is totally eclipsed you are able to see SUNSET colors at the horizon EVERYWHERE - which is just like …. I love clouds and sunsets and that was AWESOME

Again, totally eclipsed you can see STARS (maybe it’s a planet?) - like the brightest starts are visible!

as the sun returns, the sky opposite the sun looks like twilight, while the light illuminating your front is like day. It’s wild.

total drive time on eclipse day:

1.5 hours from Airbnb to eclipse viewing spot

4 hours to travel same distance away from eclipse

Oh, and side note, traveling to our overnight after the eclipse, we crossed the Mississippi again. “Hey guys, what big river is this?” 🤣

The eclipse was a real highlight of the trip. But not the only highlight.

On the final day of travel, our picnic lunch location took us to a small town in Iowa. As we turn off the highway we see “Welcome to Riverside, IA” and immediately husbeast is exclaiming …

“We’re going to the future birthplace of CAPTAIN KIRK!” We’re huge Star Trek fans in this house - and we met the friend traveling with us thru a Star Trek podcast group many years ago. She’s been to Trekfest in Riverside before, and highly recommends attending. It’s a sweet gathering of wonderful Star treky people … and the few locals we spoke to in Riverside were very friendly!

Fabulous trip. on final count, we crossed the Mississippi 4 times, and I asked which River it was only 3 times. Go me.

It wasn’t just about the destination, but the journey along the way.