dovewich (like a sandwitch)

on their clit like morse code

"S.O.S. we're going down"

fuck dont be funnier than me on my own post

No stop that

... - . -. -.. . -.-.

uhh?

In 1947, an British flight from Buenos Aires, Argentina to Santiago, Chile reported their status over Morse code as "ETA SANTIAGO 17.45 HRS STENDEC". That last word is nonsense, so the tower asked for clarification. They repeated: STENDEC. STENDEC.

They were never heard from again. 11 people vanished, apparently along with their plane, and the only clue is that last word.

And no one knows what the fuck "STENDEC" means.

;-;

I beg my kidnappers for a phone, swearing not to make any calls or texts, and they stare over my shoulder, holding a gun to my head as I use my newly-freed hand to post, "So do like, dudes just buy ropes and baklavas from the same store or what lmfao like a specialty Crime Store"

One of the kidnappers says "balaclavas" but it's muffled under the fabric. I ask them to repeat and they do, their voice raspy from disuse. "You wrote baklava, that's a pastry." The other kidnapper goes "stfu" and then after a pause goes "Why would you buy from a crime store"

Then they spit roast me

I didn't wanna say this but now that someone's left this kind of comment I have to be honest: Everyone else's tags are funny but this is the only person who understood my vision for this scenario

Our local newspaper ran a story about the legendary graffiti artist who recently passed away and. Literally everything about it is fucking insane. I'm insane about it.

So this guy has been extremely active for around fifteen years, during which he spread these beautiful, high quality pieces all over the country, way over a thousand of his standard signature, and probably thousands more. He did completely batshit stuff like literally spray painting an entire train from top to bottom or leaving his signature at the top of a 600ft tall overpass and this whole time, only five people from his crew know who he really is. To everyone else it's a complete mystery.

And then he dies at the age of 35. A few weeks after his death, his crew shows up at his completely unassuming parents' doorstep, reveals who they are and asks if they can host a memorial exhibition of his art.

Turns out, this dude has been leading an insane double life. In the daytime he was a meek little office worker with a partially paralyzed arm and no social life to speak of. In the nighttime he was a fucking legend. Not only did he climb that fucking 600ft overpass, he did it WITH A PHYSICAL DISABILITY. THE MADLAD. And throughout the entire time, fifteen years, he got caught once. ONCE. HE DID ALL THAT UNNOTICED. THAT'S INSANE.

Op do you know where one could find his art?

His pseudonym is EXUDT, you can find a lot of it posted by spotters on Instagram and Facebook, and I think I saw a few photos of his art on Tumblr over the years:)

https://www.instagram.com/exud.t/

There's some really great pictures over on flickr too.

This post has been blowing up so I wanted to add some personal anecdotes regarding EXUDT:

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Y'all look at this goofy-ass teenage spoonbill trying to figure out what branches can actually bear his weight

[img description: A 2 panel page from Masuda Kōsuke Gekijō: Gag Manga Biyori, titled True Power and reading right to left.

In the first panel, a guy powering up, with waves of energy emanating off of them and debris floating in the air, is shouting, “UAAAAAAGGHHHHHHHH! I can feel the power overflowing!” and asks an old sage standing beside them and watching, looking dumbfounded, “Master! What is this…”

The second panel is a close-up on the sage’s face as they look distinctly concerned and reply, “I don’t know…That’s scary…” /IMG description]

Unmute !

literally an ipad baby

i need everyone to see these panels from the monster high howilday haunt comic

Starting a collection

I've had severe burnout for about 5 years. I LOVE what I do, but I've been walking around like a zombie that got hit by a car right after getting divorced since Covid. But it's not as if I can stop.

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