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simplyasoutherngal1 · 7 days ago
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Van Halen - Why Can't This Be Love
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I came in to say something like "only time will tell if we stand the test of time? wrong! tom scott fatigue carousel" but then i saw that that line is on the wikipedia page for "Tautology (language)" and now i feel like a heretic or something
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itsthegovt · 7 months ago
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mysticalcats · 1 month ago
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da crew
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hinamie · 23 days ago
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oversaturate
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arttsuka · 2 months ago
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@wolfythewitch 's gravity fowls au, again...
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Mcducket with Tate (when he was an egg)
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Stan would sell 'mystery eggs' and it would just be rocks or something
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brainrotcharacters · 3 months ago
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the easy grip on the knife. the leg over the seat. the hand over the other seat. the sassy "come get it" move. you know the bitch is smiling behind that mask even as he said the line.
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lotus-pear · 7 months ago
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if being cringefail losers was a crime these two idiots would get the life sentence
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marsosims · 1 month ago
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alamat furniture set
Hi! I’ve been working on this furniture set for a few weeks now, and it’s finally ready to share—yay! 🎉 All the items are tagged, so you can easily find them by searching "marsosims" or "alamat" in the search bar. I've also decided to make some extra (stupid) descriptions for all of them, just to lean into that "alamat" (legend) aspect of it. Also lowkey inspired by the ppop group, Alamat.
DESCRIPTION:
Just like the legends passed down through generations, these chairs, tables, and shelves carry tales of laughter, heartbreak, and quiet moments. They’ve witnessed spilled coffee, late-night confessions, and dreams drawn on napkins.
INCLUDED ITEMS:
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Carpet: 39 swatches
Plants: ~18 swatches
Lamps: 29 swatches
Dresser set + bedside table: 18 swatches
Coffee table + end table: 18 swatches
Sofa set: 40 swatches (12 patterned, 28 plain)
Television: comes in an override version and a standalone version.
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Curtains: 28 swatches
Wooden bedframe: 13 swatches
Metal bedframes: comes in @peacemaker-ic's Lustrous metals palette.
Mattress: Edit of @myshunosun's Tranquil Bedroom Mattress (not needed thanks to their generous TOU) and comes in 52 swatches (24 patterned, 28 plain)
Mirrors: 13 swatches
Rug: 28 swatches
Bookcases: 13 swatches
Wooden planks: 13 swatches
NOTE: This took a long time so if you can, please consider donating and subscribing to my Patreon so I can help with bills and sustain my family a little while I'm on the job hunt. Any little bit helps. Thank you!
Let me know if you encounter any problems!
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chalkrub · 20 days ago
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dinosaur in a lab coat - would you trust her with operating the centrifuge
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nadiajustbe · 6 months ago
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One of my favorite parts about the writing of Howl's Moving Castle is how easy it is to write off all the things from our world at first as him just being a weird wizard™ (also thanks to bestie @jutenium for spotting this I wouldn't put it like that without you!!/pos). Sure, Sophie uses weird descriptions, but readers have every reason to believe them because of the way Howl is presented as a character. When Sophie says he wrote with a quill that doesn't need an ink, you wouldn't think it was actually a ballpoint pen, you would think Howl had just enchanted his quill so that it wouldn't need ink! When she adds that she can't make out a single word, you think he has matchingly terrible handwriting, but in fact Sophie has simply never seen a pen writing. When she sees the mysterious labels on his books, you think he's keeping a lot of obscure magical literature, but it's really just an encyclopedia and a guide like "Top 10 Rugby Tips." When Sophie notices the bottles in Howl's bathtub, you think they're some kind of magical jars where he keeps girl's hearts, but I'm almost certain that they're just 'Dove' and 'Head and Shoulders' that he's enhanced with his spells and put silly labels on. When you read Calicifer singing a song in a language Sophie doesn't understand, you think it's some kind of ancient cipher or code, but it's actually just a rugby song in Welsh that Howl sings when he's drunk. And finally, when you see the terrifying black door, which is completely shrouded in darkness, you imagine a passage to an eerie, mythical place, similar to what Miyazaki showed us - but it's just fucking Wales.
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solroskajan · 7 months ago
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Cat.
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hekatiane · 4 months ago
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I am absolutely radiating. Why can't you see?
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tapeworrmart · 15 days ago
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What if James was always onimously soaked through as a nod to his ending
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soosoosoup · 2 months ago
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Oh Funk Branch Au by @bbc-trolls, I never stopped loving you
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fairsweetlonging · 2 months ago
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time travel au where liu qingge and shen qingqiu (yuan) end up accidentally traveling a decade back in time before luo binghe was amitted to qing jing peak and before shen qingqiu had his qi deviation, but after their generation has risen to peak lords.
which means, shen yuan realizes quickly, as they're accosted by said peak lords, that he will have to face shen jiu.
as they're being cleared for demonic energy and the likes, mu qingfang of course instantly detects the poison without a cure eating away at shen yuan's meridians. liu qingge pulls a copy of the treatment plan out of his sleeve (shen yuan blushes a bit, did liu qingge always keep that on hand?), and just like in the current timeline, they agree to keep it under wraps.
shen jiu tries various times to get a moment alone with shen yuan, but he never quite manages because liu qingge is there, who is also... nice?? to him?? for some reason?? shen jiu gets a bit flustered at the solemn politeness and skitters off.
it comes out pretty quickly that shen yuan has "memory loss", and thus can't remember anything that's currently taking place in this time. shen yuan expects scorn, hatred and disdain from shen jiu, expects to be grabbed and interrogated, to arouse suspicion.
but shen jiu looks....... sad???
being transported here threw shen yuan's qi off-balance (even liu qingge had to sit down, which means it's bad), and his cultivation is already so unstable, so when the peak lords are all squabbling and arguing and threatening and raising their voice, he can feel his body shut down. he sees yue qingyuan start to move towards him, which, knowing the future yue qingyuan, he really isn't up for right now—but before the sect leader can get to him someone else is at his back, transferring him qi, holding him up gently by his shoulders, then coaxing him up, leading him outside
shen yuan's been fed qi by every peak lord at least once. he doesn't recognize this one. that means it can only be one person.
he looks up. it's shen jiu.
and it's bizarre, getting fussed over by the scum villain, having gentle hands run along his back, his hair, that clear, soothing voice calming him down. and somehow shen jiu knows exactly what to do?? somehow it works perfectly on him?? it's almost as if shen jiu has known him his whole—
oh.
bodies, like homes, hold memories, even if the original occupants are no longer there. it's the milestone marks on the doorpost that chart a child's growth, blurry photographs faded by time, scuffed floors from well-walked paths, and tiny holes in the walls where pictures once hung.
shen jiu takes him to the bamboo house, pours him tea, and asks, calmly, what he remembers from their childhood.
it's not his childhood, so shen yuan doesn't actually remember anything, but the body he's in does. the memories it holds are emotional rather than visual; he remembers being alone, scared, and hungry. he remembers anger, pain. a dark room. loud voices. he remembers his heart skipping a beat when heavy boots stomp his way. the sound of a whip.
he doesn't have to lie. the memories aren't his own, and they're from long ago, which means shen jiu has them too. and, he supposes, this is his only chance to find out what really happened.
but shen jiu doesn't say anything about it. he just nods and stares, intensely. then he asks shen yuan if he remembers yue qingyuan. shen yuan says no, he doesn't. the conversation takes a very strange turn after that. shen yuan can't help but feel a little queasy when shen jiu asks him if yue qingyuan has taken advantage of his memory loss.
"has he come into your home? has he brought you gifts, sweets? does he invite you for tea? did you accept?"
he has. shen yuan doesn't know why that would be a problem, the sect leader has been nothing but kind and helpful and patient. and generous, too.
when he says yes shen jiu looks furious.
liu qingge (his one) comes to pick him up, and his time with shen jiu is cut short. somewhere he's glad, cuddling into liu qingge's back as he holds him while they fly. he feels a little bad for yue qingyuan, knowing he's probably caused a big fight, but it doesn't sit right with him. he wishes he knew what happened.
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liu qingge, meanwhile, is having the time of his life fighting himself. it's good practice!
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