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Wed, 30 May 2012 16:32:41 -0400

mcnerd: arcaneimages: turtle house That is a cool house.

Wed, 30 May 2012 16:13:08 -0400

mcnerd:

arcaneimages:

turtle house

That is a cool house.

tannanana: me and nine-hour shifts don’t mix well ughhhh

Wed, 30 May 2012 09:08:33 -0400

tannanana:

me and nine-hour shifts don’t mix well

ughhhh

theillustriousmissjo: that’s why Steve likes Tony so much, he’s...

Tue, 29 May 2012 23:58:01 -0400

theillustriousmissjo:

that’s why Steve likes Tony so much, he’s like capitalism personified

rubywhiterabbit: My little brother got into outer space and stuff so my step-mom bought him a place...

Tue, 29 May 2012 23:32:02 -0400

rubywhiterabbit:

My little brother got into outer space and stuff so my step-mom bought him a place mat with all the planets on it. When I first saw it, I was upset, because it was newer and so Pluto wasn’t labeled. I was about to say something when I noticed something…

Pluto is there.

The artist remembered Pluto.

Guys…

The artist drew Pluto crying.

aidosaur: Drawings from ECCC 2012, part 1 Shoulda put these up...

Tue, 29 May 2012 16:43:10 -0400

Death and Cecilia

Angry Cricket

Arya and Nymeria

a calico cat

Rook and Cricket

Garrus and a perfectly rendered Viper

aidosaur:

Drawings from ECCC 2012, part 1

Shoulda put these up a long time ago! I did as many sketches as I possibly could at ECCC, but sometimes it wasn’t practical with the crowds. Here’s some of the ones I remembered to take pictures of!

There’s about three posts worth of these guys, I’ll try to spread ‘em out a bit.

You guys should know, I’m really good at drawing guns.

hearts-not-parts: helivesunderawaterfall: motherfuckin-snozzber...

Tue, 29 May 2012 16:39:38 -0400

hearts-not-parts:

helivesunderawaterfall:

motherfuckin-snozzberries:

look at this precious thing

fucking look at it

and then you look to the apparent dead body in the back

When good bunnies go bad.

toptumbles: Creative Mcdonalds ads

Tue, 29 May 2012 10:57:11 -0400

toptumbles:

Creative Mcdonalds ads

London, that great cesspool into which all the loungers and...

Mon, 28 May 2012 15:09:59 -0400

London, that great cesspool into which all the loungers and idlers of the Empire are irresistibly drained.

[…] try to imagine fandom’s reaction if the next big Holmes adaptation to come along had Holmes and Watson as British, yeah - young black British men, living case to case on a council estate in a dodgy area of London. How fandom would react if Sherlock Holmes didn’t employ street kids and homeless people like trained animals to do his bidding, but instead was part of that invisible underclass; if instead of having his eccentricities tolerated~ by Scotland Yard on account of being the Great White Genius, Sherlock Holmes, BME, school dropout, and sometime addict, was regarded by the police as practically a criminal already, one more thug, one more junkie, one more dealer in the making. If he had to choose between buying the week’s groceries or palming a twenty to a bored constable for the chance to spend five minutes on a crime scene, in the hope that whoever’s under enough pressure to deal with crime rates in the neighbourhood will pay him enough for a perp to feed himself and Watson for a month or two. If the greatest threat to his safety were police brutality, or the prospect of being done for a snitch; if his arch enemy weren’t Moriarty, but the systemic poverty and inequality that has him helping out his oppressors just to get by, and that makes the other side of the law look more tempting to someone with his skills every day.

And who are you, the proud lord said,that I must bow so...

Mon, 28 May 2012 13:41:48 -0400

And who are you, the proud lord said,
that I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat,
that’s all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
a lion still has claws,
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
as long and sharp as yours.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
that lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o’er his hall,
with no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o’er his hall,
and not a soul to hear.

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Mon, 28 May 2012 13:31:36 -0400

chrisaravena: nicoosuxx: DON’T STOP, PLEASE...

Sun, 27 May 2012 23:12:02 -0400

chrisaravena:

nicoosuxx:

DON’T STOP, PLEASE REBLOG

TUMBLR, FILL THOSE DASHBOARDS UP

TONIGHT, IMMA LIKE, TIL WE SEE THE SUNLIGHT

DON’T STOP, JUST REBLOG

CAUSE THE POSTIN DONT STOP NO

OH, OH OH OH, OH, OH.

WAKE UP IN THE MORNING GOTTA LOG ON TUMBLR

CHECK MY FOLLOWERS, I’M SURE I’M GONNA GET ANOTHER

CHECK MY ASK, IF IT’S EMPTY THEN I’M FOREVER ALONE

BUT IT’S OKAY ‘CAUSE I KNOW TUMBLR’S MY ONLY HOME

I’M TALKIN’ LIKES ON EVERY POST, POST

REBLOGGING ALL YOUR NOTES, NOTES

CRYING AT EVERY QUOTE, QUOTE

MY LIFE SUMMED UP IN ONE POST.

This will forever play in my mind when I open Tumblr.