oi! here are my links for if you’re on mobile!
@meanderende - aesthetic blog
@tijdvoormemes - dutch blog
@art-b-y-eden - art blog
and im on insta as art.b.y.eden, where i also post my art. and lets not forget what.do.scissors.do, where i post stupid starkid/tbc memes
below are tags for easy access for me, and they’re also a good indicator of what fandoms interest me at the moment
Photo of trans-women in the late 1950’s living in the red light district, from the Swedish photographer Christer Strömholm’s book Les Amies de Place Blanche.
seeing someone use she/her on canon male character is like seeing the sun shine thru the clouds btw
If you’re not ready to fight an alligator over your best friend dont even think about coming to Florida
Apex predators
Yooooo
Florida culture is living in a real life Jurassic park yet being more scared of the local people
TBF, you would be too if you’d ever met Florida Man
Hopefully this doesn’t burst anybody’s bubbles, but the video’s fake (https://www.snopes.com/fact-check/did-man-save-friend-from-reptilian-attack/)
Now, by fake I mean: the alligator wasn’t real, it was put there as a prank by some Youtubers, to record people’s reactions. So the guy a) survived, and b) reacted as he would (AKA: fought a fucking alligator to save his friend) had it been real, because neither of them knew it wasn’t.
To quote Snopes: It appears that the “elbow drop” move was actually a real, good-faith, and quite courageous response to an uncomfortably realistic and relatively low-effort prank
Ok but like…. that still doesn’t change the fact that this absolute legend genuinely thought an alligator was about to eat his friend and he ELBOW DROPPED the fucking thing to save him!!!! That’s some true ass friendship right there
No people or animals got hurt, guy got to try and elbow drop an alligator, and his friend got to find out just how ride or die his friend is. As far as I’m concerned this makes the whole thing better.
No chill was involved in the making of this video
HP Hatecraft, the opposite of HP Lovecraft.
HP Hatecraft, the world’s least racist author who owns a cat with a normal name
its happening
adam scott kind of looks like someone took tom cruise and gave him a beautiful soul. and microwaved him a little after
i go to the shop and I ask if they have any raspberries. they say no, they used to sell raspberries, but they haven't had any in stock in the last 15 years. I ask if there's somewhere else I can go to buy raspberries. They say no, with confidence and pride, they're the only shop around who has ever sold or will ever sell raspberries. Other shops might sell other fruit, sure, but they have a monopoly on all raspberries forever. I ask if they're possibly planning on them selling them again in future? they say they can't tell me that.
on the way home, I encounter someone eating raspberries. I ask and they tell me that they grow their own, they got some seeds from the shop back in The Raspberry Days and kept them. They take me to a field of many beautiful raspberry plants and invite me to pick my own, they're free for all the town to pick whenever they'd like.
someone comes up behind us. It's the shop manager, President of Nintendo Shuntaro Furukawa. he hatefully throws a bob-omb that blows up and kills both of us instantly for stealing 200 trillion dollars worth of potential Raspberry Shop That Doesn't Do Raspberries Anymore profits that they weren't making and then he turns around to the camera with a big thumbs up and says don't do piracy or something ok please
no man is an island because, if you go deep enough, islands are all connected to the earth's crust unless you're a floating island made of ice but even then you're just ice floating on unfrozen water. water on water –so are you really an island. maybe if you're a boat or floating platform. considering the temperature of the universe, vacuum and all, water probably mostly exists frozen or as individual molecules floating in space. I really should fact-check things. now, regarding those one set of footprints in the sand...
googling shit like "why do i feel bad after hanging out with my friends" and all of the answers are either "you need better friends" (i don't; my friends are wonderful) or "your social battery is drained, you need to rest and regain your energy levels" (i don't; i've got tons of energy, it's just manifesting as over-the-top neurotic mania). why is this even happening. it's like some stupid toll i have to pay as a punishment for enjoying myself too much
I actually, genuinely think social event aftercare would fix me. I need someone to put me to bed and say "you were fun today and no one hated you"
Oh they’re so silly!!!! They definitely haven’t ruined many people’s lives!!!!! Tehe!!!!!!
(just noticed they’re all baring their teeth. I mean they would but it’s a funny coincidence)
