#the 3 ½ stooges

[windmillgirl]

been a while since i drew them all together

[yesokayiknow]

the implication that the doctor can hear non diagetic music means the fact that they can't recognise the master is even funnier. babe this mysterious stranger is not your new bestie there is a minor chord playing right now

[f-arelos]

how to be a dog

hozier - it will come back / the monkey man (2024) / the stooges - i wanna be your dog / valeria tentoni - yo me saco esto que traigo (tr. james a. surges) / phoebe bridgers - moon song / @tapeworrmart / natalie wee - least of all / sir edwin henry landseer - the faithful hound / andrew kane - how to be a dog / @thegirlhoodtheory

[musickickztoo]

Dave Alexander  *June 3, 1947

[sracha]

does anyone know where i can buy these amiibo cards

[fistfuloflightning]

”Go get Mu-shishu now,” were Luo Binghe’s first words when she entered. It was clear he couldn’t go himself: he was practically wrapped around Ming Fan’s shaking figure, keeping his thrashing limbs pinned down. And everywhere there was so much blood.

“What happened?” she breathed, fishing out a communication talisman and imbuing it with qi, watching it crumble to ash. Mu Qingfang would—hopefully—get it and come to Qing Jing Peak with all haste. But now all they could was wait.

“Qi deviation,” Luo Binghe said shortly. “I found him like this, and I—I don’t know what to do.” His voice stuttered and for the first time he sounded unsure. Ning Yingying was suddenly terrified. How much blood could he lose?

Ming Fan shuddered and pressed his face into Luo Binghe’s shoulder. “Mu-shishu will be here,” Ning Yingying whispered, reaching out to stroke his tangled, bloodied hair. She ached to see him like this.

Luo Binghe’s head was bowed over him and she could see the way his arms tightened around Ming Fan. Everything had changed with Shizun’s death—and the three of them had been left spinning in circles, no longer sure of where they stood with the peak, with each other. Shizun had been what had bound them together—for good or bad—and now he was gone. So she could only imagine what was going through her shidi’s mind, holding someone he had hated and who had hated him in return, and trying to keep him from dying. They were navigating uncharted waters, uncertain of what waited for them.

“Mu-shishu will come.” It sounded less like reassurance and more like a prayer.

[kurayamineko]

[trashogram]

I dont know what i was doing. But, the goobers! (Psycho is my favorite that i did on this.)

AHH the boys!!! All of them properly labeled (Greasy = whore and Stupid = good boy). And Psycho looks so adorable! Thank you for sharing your art! I love them!!!!

[donutdrawsthings]

Shaking my fist at the air. I have so many ideas to draw, but also so much outside of art to do! And besides necessary chores I'm also actively crafting a 2nd Doctor cosplay for Dutch Comic Con! (I'd love to show it off once it's done!)

Grrr grrr hope I'll have more time soon!

[scoobydoobaday]

The New Scooby-Doo Movies S01E11 - The Ghost of the Red Baron (1972) Hanna Barbera Productions

[gurumog]

The Three Stooges in Violent Is the Word for Curly (1938) Columbia Pictures Dir. Charley Chase

[tiyoin]

me creating twisted anxiety reader’s future friends

*me counting off my fingers*

rook, silver, shrouds, cater, kalim….

so all the mentally ill / technical social ‘outcasts’

… hm.

[incorrect-tmnt2012-quotes]

Casey, in a life or death situation: No! I'm too young to die! I'm too young and good looking!

Casey: *accidentally looks in a mirror and yelps*

Casey: Well, I'm too young!

[biggaybunny]

Curly: Trans-genderfluid? I thought that was what went in the engine! Larry, bopping his head: That's transmission fluid, numbskull. Besides, it's transgender, and genderfluid. You can't have both. Moe, slapping both of them: You ninnies, you put oil in an engine. Though if I have to ride wit' the two of you, I'd rather put sugar in the gas tank. Larry: Wouldn't that make it explode? Moe: I'll explode if you don't stop talking nonsense. What are we, a bunch of cishets watching our first pride parade? Larry: Hey, I'm no cis! Curly: You're certainly no brudda of mine, nyuk nyuk nyuk. Moe: Then get moving and get on the bus! Larry: I'm going, I'm going! Curly: Hey Moe, what are the bats for? Aren't we a few short for a baseball team? Moe: Oh you're a few short, all right. Don't worry about it, just grab a shirt, grab a bat, and when I pull over follow my lead. Larry, getting aboard: Oh boy oh boy, I can't wait. Curly, following: Don't you mean oh nonbinary? Moe, tiredly: Oh me, oh why me?

[glynjohnsfurcoat]

asked my mom if she wanted to watch something and she’s like “yeah but not if it’s like the monkees episode we watched” girl I SAID SO MANY TIMES THAT U DIDNT HAVE TO WATCH IT W ME ‼️‼️‼️