youd think a band named violent femmes would be made up of violent femmes. but it isnt. its dudes
genuinely no mary… the australian dollar is not doing great right now
i need to type with more of an accent
youse may bloody reckon a band name of violent femmes’d be a buncha sheilas after a couple bundy cokes. but it aint. packa blokes.
They’re calling me every slur under the sun over on twitter for this post
Would you sell liquor to this baby
Yes
No
I don’t think life begins at contraception but I’d still sell liquor to baby
Wait hold on rb canceled that’s the wrong word wait no stop
When there’s a very obvious bloodstain in the hardwood kitchen floor, but the house is 30k under expected price
I feel like the picture is necessary to understand just how not subtle this is.
it’s fine
I’d like to point out that the colour red has more positive than negative meanings.
Wunmi Mosaku r attends the 31st Annual Critics Choice Awards at Barker Hangar😍🤎😍
Hey you. Yes you.
C’mere.
*throws you into the last game you played again*
Will you survive?
Absolutely not
I don’t think so
Probably
No
Yes
Most likely
Absolutely
I’m thriving
(Random hollow knight player im making you bug sized)
Puzzle game/etc
Not exactly a game
(See results)
Now with some adjustments based on how it went last time!
measure once cut also once, no prablem
concept for a vcarving project
no i get you this was perfectly centered when i wrote it
I have done the cross stitch
my dad thinks the concept of shipping is hilarious. my parents are cool, they know about my online presence, it’s fine. dad doesn’t scroll my blog or anything, though–he’s usually too busy watching dubiously homoerotic pro wrestling clips or playing valheim–so his idea of shipping culture is bizarre
damn near every time I mention im working on a fic or piece of fanart, he gasps in hopeful anticipation and asks “tamatoa and heihei?!” and he always acts bitterly disappointed
no, dad. i’m not writing or drawing anything where a 50 foot crab and a literal chicken have any kind of relationship at all. you’ve been asking me to make this ship happen for almost nine years now and the answer has always been no. it’s a running gag, of course, but–why would you even think of that?! what kind of shit do you think happens on ao3?!
I have decided to make my dad’s vision a reality
behold
happy holidays. My dad is threatening to print this on a shirt
should i call my dad’s bluff and get this printed on a t shirt and give it to him for xmas
no what the fuck in wrong with you? he might actually wear it
yes absolutely, he might actually wear it
Op did he like it or did he love it
he says he’s gonna wear it to work
horse owners are either extremely far right or extremely far left. horseshoe theory but for owning an actual horse. I guess it’s because apolitical moderate weirdos are too weak to steer a horse in either direction. you have to have some sort of conviction to ride a horse, they can tell when you’re wavering and they will ignore you.























