wow.whatshit.bob
May 31
i drew an equius. I’m slowly figuring out how to draw again.
oh lord, i made a fan character. fuckfuckfuckfuck
I just wanted to make beetle-horns on a troll.
Her ponytails are like beetle legs.
so her head’s a beetle. sorta.
her parent thing would be a bird and they’d get in spats about not eating her bug collection and pets.
yeah.
her strife thing is netkind.
uh.
May 30
i drew a tavros. isn’t that amazing?
i don’t understand tablets.
tenaciousbee:
dinolich:
alliartist:
failbag:
jezxa:
sashagabrielle:
thewickedend:
GO.
Toa Payoh Police Station
Album : Wash Him From The World .
http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanhatupa/3795416843/
Flaming Cliffs
Album: libraries of a few inquisitive book lovers
http://www.flickr.com/photos/glendon-m/3800614914/
Zorg
Album: Into Your Sun Subside
http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2552/3806761976_4c34790397.jpg
Dang my band’s awesome
Yugo Class Submarine
Album: Health Care in America
http://www.flickr.com/photos/39192521@N05/7298408998/
(via thewickedendd)
List of 2000 Box Office Number-One Films in Australia
Album: Have Always been a Pornographic Angel
http://www.flickr.com/photos/45057846@N02/7282576426/
What the hell is my band.
Mexicanal
Album: I Was Tracking Them.”
Cover Art: http://www.flickr.com/photos/8056279@N05/7282368146/
Seriously the most racist sounding band ever. Haha.
Frank Beal
Runs, Someone Shoots at Him.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/daviddekker/7273933462/
adventurerashley:
didyouknowgaming:
Paper Mario The Thousand Year Door.
No. Just… no. Vivian and Birdetta are trans and they are women. They identify and present themselves as women. That makes them women.
I know this post seems like a stupid thing to get upset over, but this attitude that trans women are “really men” is fucking everywhere and it’s incredibly insulting and dismissive.
Just look at some of the comments this post lead to. “I knew Birdo was a dude, but Vivian’s a man too?”, “I had a crush on Vivian, I feel so gay now!”, “Show me proof!”, “he”s and “it”s and “trap”s being thrown around… And this attitude is just continually perpetuated, and it hardly ever gets called out.
So, yeah. This is offensive and these two are women. Simple as that.
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May 25
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May 22
real source: emlan
(Source: asianmaster13, via tomatoshades)
May 19
[video]
Apr 16
I had a weird dream last night. So I’ve decided to tell tumblr about it. You are so fucking lucky that you get to experience my dream second hand with lots of details tweaked or forgotten. Holy shit this is going to be great. Ok, here we go!
My brother and I were at my grandmother’s house. We were younger like when we would stay at my grandmother’s house. When we were younger. We decided to make cookies and brownies on this night. So we spent, like, forever making cookies and brownies. Had to make everything from scratch. Like including the ingredients. We had to make eggs. We made them out of flour and soup. Well after all that when it came to actually put them on a pan and in the oven my brother said he would take over, he could handle the rest, it was a long night battling the forces of preventing us form having cookies and brownies so I should go to sleep. So I did.
I awoke to a feeling like that of Christmas morning, eager to see what the oven fairy had brought us. I opened the oven door to discover for some reason my brother had combined the cookies and brownies into one. Some sort of mutant cookie brownie hybrid. I was like “well, ok, why not?”. As I was about to take a bite a detective burst into the kitchen accusing me of murder. I was like I don’t know what you’re talking about and the detective was just like oh ok well be careful cause we don’t know how the person died but it might have been from eating cookie-brownies with cyanide in them.
I spent the rest of the dream wondering if it was the very cookie-brownies I was about to eat. I was trying to remember the recipe. Did it call for cyanide? Did I put it in on purpose? Maybe I could eat them cause I don’t think I’m allergic to cyanide. That’s why it kills people, right? Maybe this guy that died was just allergic to cyanide. Why didn’t the detective think of this possibility? This is so obvious. Wait, where is that detective?
He was in the basement. He was looking for a culprit. But the basement was this extensive place, like a rotting cathedral. And he was walking along wooden boards along the ceiling. I forget what those are called. It was packed with things from my life. Like some sort of weird yard sale. Boxes of old toys, old CDs, old VHSs…. Most of which I had never actually owned but wanted. I joined him looking at the stuff.
As I was looking at a copy of the soundtrack to Monkey Bone the detective turns to me and tells me it was probably my brother that put the cyanide in the cookie-brownies. He asked if my brother had a history of murdering people. I told him I wasn’t sure, we just baked together, there’s not much murdering in baking. The detective said “ahh” and walked away.
About this time I woke up with the satisfied feeling that I was going to be able to listen to that Monkey Bone soundtrack. It didn’t take long for my consciousness to change that feeling to why would I want to listen to that then to realization that I couldn’t listen to this dream CD even if I wanted to.
Mar 30
