I just reblog things, tumblr's confusing man

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plastidecor:

Pokemon Heritage Post

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arthursdent:

i need to eat a food. none of the food in the house is The Right Food. what is the right food? only god knows. and we’re not on speaking terms right now.

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number5theboy:

☂ UMBRELLA ACADEMY APPRECIATION WEEK ☂
DAY 7 ☂ FREE CHOICE
Number Five + canonical comparisons to mythological figures

Artworks
Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse by Viktor Vasnetsov
Ulysses by Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingrès
Sisyphus by Titian
Eve with the Apple by an anonymous Italian master

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fm-townz:

>IS CALLED TUMBLR LIVE

>DIES

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Everybody say a silent prayer for me as I smash the head of baby Jesus clean off this statue in the name of art.

I just cannot for the life of me figure out how to snap this kid’s neck without breaking his mom, but giving him a new, cooler head is vital to my vision and it simply gotta go.

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So the thing about that is, I gave up and crushed it with a wrench and the shards flew all over the place.

Just like in the Bible.

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Massive hater alert from the graven images fandom.

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My vision fully realized. 🦌

Mary is trans on purpose! I did this art piece in dedication to the transfem butches in my rural Appalachian hometown who, ironically, taught me everything I know about bein’ a man! They were my mothers when I needed a mother and my sisters when I needed a sister and my friends when I needed a friend, and they were the first trans people I ever met as a newly out transmasc in a small town.

It’s not meant to be a 1:1 thing where, like, they’re Mary and I’m Jesus. That would be nuts. I chose religious imagery because I met them in PFLAG meetings that were held in the basement of this really striking church.

The piece is called “Seeing Spots” and it’s about the way the sun would hit the floors of the church filtered through the stained glass. It’s about getting your lights knocked out in a bad fight and knowing there’s no comfort waiting for you in your own home. It’s about the spots on a fresh baby deer, yearning to be a buck. It’s about a lot of things, but mostly it’s a piece about gratitude and reverence and love.

My own mother, who died when I was thirteen, called me Bambi when I was little, which is why I used deer imagery instead of the traditional lamb!

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possessionisamyth:

Just saw a huge fic in the leon kennedy tag on ao3 where the author says they used character ai to make it. Listen to me. Why the fuck should anyone read something you didn’t even bother to write?

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memewhore:

On my hands and knees crying knowing I missed out on the fight cruise

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