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Reblog to cast healing for your homies.
jim henson, frank oz & don sahlin showing off how to make various characters with a “whatnot/anything” muppet, 1969
Thirteen year old boy with a bowl cut suffers four different self-inflicted tragedies at the SAME TIME!!!!!!!!! (REAL) (NOT CLICKBAIT) (CW MURDER)
You will not die at the hands of quicksand. Ask me how I know this
Please, how do you know this?
quicksand does not have any hands
i understand why the ‘grizzled loner who slowly melts & improves their outlook on life when forced to take care of a kid’ trope is a male exclusive role, bc the optics of a grizzled loner woman healing by becoming a mother are maybe not so good, but every time i think abt a hypothetical female version of that trope i black out instantly. could we maybe just do it one time and all agree to be cool about it
previous tags and their very valid point:
i understand why the ‘grizzled loner who slowly melts & improves their outlook on life when forced to take care of a kid’ trope is a male exclusive role, bc the optics of a grizzled loner woman healing by becoming a mother are maybe not so good, but every time i think abt a hypothetical female version of that trope i black out instantly. could we maybe just do it one time and all agree to be cool about it
previous tags and their very valid point:
me doctor says I has “iron da fish in sea” but I don’t remember ironin’ no fish
Why are the horrors calling you "babygirl"? 🤨
how about we stop talking for a while?
*stabs julius caesar in the back* you're bleeding because you don't floss
do you want to walk into a cave with me
et tu, mblr?
be sure to leave out milk and cookies for brutus tonight
You can leave as many cookies as you want but he’ll only et two
this remains the funniest addition anyone’s made to one of my posts
don’t talk to ME about gay yearning. in 2020 during lockdown i lived alone on a boat for three months. i went ashore once a day to work in a marine bio lab. we all had to access the lab at different times so we were never together & risking infection. i was alone all day every day, from my boat to the lab and back to my boat. one day a woman anchored her boat beside mine. we passed each other ashore just once at the harbor and she hit on me and invited me back to her boat. i told her i’d love nothing more but i could not risk exposure because of my weak immune system. she said it was a shame but that she understood. that night i was watering my vegetable garden i grew in 5 gallon buckets up on my roof and playing music on my speaker. “american pie” came on and she climbed up on her roof and shouted all the lyrics to every verse at me across the water and we danced together on our respective roofs. she raised anchor and moved on a few days later.
so yeah i know what it is to die a thousand deaths in an instant while your heart beats on.