oog and friends make new cave painting <3

the lack of wrist hole leads me to assume you used a stencil instead of your hand, but on the off chance you used your actual hand,

spraypaint on your skin can be more toxic than inhaling its fumes, the aerosolization component can cause heavy metal poisoning. splattering pigments w/ a flicked brush, or by watering them down and actually /blowing/ them on may be safer for future pieces; or just using a stencil instead of the bare hand lmao.

yapyap good piece oog

These kinds of things give me hope

watching this actually made me cry a little. i've long held that i think the support for anti-trans policies is a mile wide and an inch deep, and the majority of people who would oppose our existence in a survey or a ballot box do so out of ignorence in the truest sense of the word. Do so because they have little to no experience of us, do so because they don't see us in their communities, do so because we are not a part of their daily lives, and that if they were to see us there in front of them day in and day out, they would not so easily cast aside our rights and our humanity in favor of what they hear about us from conservative media outlets. This is exactly what I'm talking about when I say that, and seeing such a perfect example of it, especially in so dark a time, brings me to tears.

PaRappa the Rapper eating a ladder.

Lick!

who up lickin they post

You’re in her DMs, I’m buried in her garden as my flesh gives her plants nutrients. We are not the same

My name is grinchgraf and this is my house

Yaay :D

What being trans feels like

religion by zand

wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

*space bar* can i get one space whiskey & descend into space madness please

this guy?

The grim reaper was initially illustrated as doing a mundane, regular job that everyone has seen done - a reaper swings his scythe and the hay falls, just as easy as people fall as death swings. Now many people who have never been to a farm only know the scythe as the weapon of Death personified, and farmers in most places of the world don't even use them anymore.

Imagine Death personified as someone doing a modern regular, mundane job. Imagine thinking "hoo boy, this is it for me. The Grim Bin Man is coming to collect, hauling my sorry soul into the trash compactor of his great eternal garbage truck."

modern day grim reaper sits at a desk in a cubicle. on his monitor, an Excel sheet of names. he selects at will and deletes.

HOLY SHIT WAIT TODAY IS MIKU DAY ????

Miku eating a ladder.

comission by a good friend of mine.

lets freaking go? happy miku day?