the-cimmerians:

goodsirs:

Our Flag Means Death
2.06 “Calypso’s Birthday”

#all of izzy’s internalized homophobia was stored in his leg and now he’s just having fun (@nice-and-accurate-prophecies)

inthesensethat-deactivated20240:

Getting feedback and advice from my mutuals

m0mspc:

m0mspc:

hey guys i-

post cancelled. i’m putting my fish tank here instead

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martymcfly:

BROTHER BEAR (2003)
dir. by Aaron Blaise & Robert Walker

Come with me, I’ll take you now to a place that you fear. For no reason why, your heart has turned away from me, and I will make you understand. Everything will become clear to you when you see things through another’s eyes. Everything will become clear to you whatever’s meant for you, you will find. Come with me, I’ll take you there to a place where you’ll see everything you need to be the one you need to be, and all of those things that you feared will disappear from you in time.

lavalampadvocate:

yuri-alexseygaybitch:

yuri-alexseygaybitch:

They need to invent more fake celebrities like Hatsune Miku and Gorillaz and the Muppets because it’s genuinely the most sustainable way to maintain a parasocial relationship with the entertainer class.

Kermit the Frog can never get canceled because Kermit the Frog has no agency or personhood beyond what he is imbued with by the collective labor of puppeteers, voice actors, singers, and writers. He is, along with these other examples, effectively a celebrity by gestalt. He has transcended the inherit instability of the celebrity class through diffusion of responsibility for his personhood. He is a god.

bewbin:

i think more people would be getting laid if it wasn’t a logistical nightmare

rosinrush:

skrytch:

mostly-funnytwittertweets:

*INCREDIBLY LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER*

obviously it’s the wildlife wrestling federation.

derekachoy:

the cycle

yeahdragon:

yeahdragon:

been going insane over Bruce in his eating dome for 24 hrs now

There is so much story telling here. A person got this pacific parrotlet named it Bruce which in and of itself is amazing but then this person went here my little bird friend a raspbebe for you to enjoy and Bruce said hell yeah and went cataclysmicly and irreversible ape shit ham on that berry. And that probably happened more than once. So instead of never again allowing this little dinosaur the joy of the succulent flesh of the delectable raspberry they went what can we do for our little baby boy. and then boom they got some kind of cake cover type deal and cut a door into it so that Bruce would Not Be Trapped in a fruit prison (altho truely it is the berries who are trapped in there with Bruce but none the less) and so he may go to his pent house and freak it as crazily as his little bird heart desires.

Anyway i love pets they are each distinct little guys who are carred for by the funniest ape to ever exist bc we love animal so much