space garbage

letsrevince:

egberts:

busterkurii:

egberts:

ah. i see you’ve already met my esteemed weed butlers, jointsworth and bluntsworth

I believe my butler Bongsley shall get along quite well with them

three weed smoking butlers

(and yes they smoke weed)

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knahund:

knahund:

knahund:

transmasc fall is coming up, you know what that means

i don’t know what i was going for with this post

it was a prophecy and a warning.

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enki2:

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guiltycrunch:

anexperimentallife:

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fefairys:

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bird-prince-art:

bird-prince-art:

friend made my birthday cake

Very important addition

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roadhogsbigbelly:

roadhogsbigbelly:

roadhogsbigbelly:

are twinks who go to bear-related events the “straight boyfriend at pride” of the bear world? i don’t go to enough irl bear events to know for sure but i am curious if that discourse exists at all in real life, cause it’s really funny to me.

“sorry Richard but your boyfriend Miles has to stay in the car. i don’t care if there’s a heatwave, his bmi is under 23 he should of known better than to come here, he’ll just have to deal with it”

you hate to see someone else living you’re dream. hell good for him

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tallahasseemp3:

biopics need to go back to hating their subject like the social network. enough puff pieces. spend 2 hours making me hate that guy and have the subject be so mad at the existence of the movie that it only makes people want to see it more. activate pvp mode and don’t waste my fucking time

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queen-susans-revenge:

kamil-a:

sketchyelvenasss:

pipsqueaks-human-errors:

geodethecrow:

rhube:

murderbeast:

kiunlo:

monstrousregiment2-deactivated2:

wraether:

bunjywunjy:

occasionally I am struck dumb by the sublime beauty of the world in the small moments, you know?

egg

i drew it

hey I hope you dont mind I also painted your egg

i also painted the egg hope that’s ok

i heard we were painting egg?

I love how this shows how real artists drawing a thing aren’t just representing the thing, but showing you what THEY found beautiful in it.

hope I’m not too late to paint egg! watercolors :)

i too have drawn the egg

heres my egg

Love every single one of these eggs. No yeah of course it’s still okay to write your vampire story or whatever, even if a thousand people have done it before you. Your art will still be uniquely yours and people will find something fresh in your perspective. Paint your egg.

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free-my-mindd:

- nitya prakash

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inthesensethat:

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sliceofdyke:

this made me laugh so hard i started coughing

(via natigail)

elodieunderglass:

beardedmrbean:

Andrew Cairney from Glasglow, Scotland loading all nine of The Ardblair Stones

I love how we’re all ready to be hyped for someone Liftin Stuff

(via icarusmidfall)

writers-bane:

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el-ffej:

ach-sss-no:

fredgolds:

apathetic-revenant:

fredgolds:

fredgolds:

merry talks to kids in ithilien like ‘and remember: you’re NEVER too small to fight an unspeakable ancient eldritch horror’ and eowyn says ‘he’s right you’re not’ and faramir’s like PLEASE don’t

merry, a freakishly tall hobbit, says the same to anyone in the shire who will listen and they’re all like ‘that doesn’t sound right but i don’t know enough about unspeakable ancient eldritch horrors to dispute it’

several small hobbit children come to the conclusion that the most unspeakable ancient eldritch horror around is that really big newt that lives in the pond by the Party Field and hijinks ensue

baby hobbit, fumbling with a newt: this is JUST like when mr merry fought the witch king

merry: correct! the witch king of angmar was naught but a wriggling newt unto mine brave and heroic eye!

sam: i wasn’t there but i can guarantee that’s not how it happened

do you think sam ever tells anyone he went after the daughter of ungoliant with a sword or does he not think that’s relevant

Faramir:

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