i can’t do this anymore! i mean i can, and i will, obviously. but i can’t fucking do this anymore!
Area Man Who Has “Had Enough” Wakes Up Next Morning at 6:30 AM to Commute to Work Again
Daniel Sloss- “Jigsaw”
ROMANTIC LOVE IS NOT MORE IMPORTANT THAN PLATONIC LOVE!!!
A horse trotting
My attempt at animating trot using pencil, black calligraphy ink, and a bit of white gouache. The horse is moving away from the viewer at a bit of an angle so it was more difficult than my other attempts. I’m still very new to this so please don’t judge it too harshly.
the same gif but jittered to keep the horse a just a little steadier
That looks great! I didn’t even know you could do that. I’m incredibly bad with anything techy so thank you for doing this :)
“there’s a guy in the walls” movies exist in a universe that I fucking WISH was real. imagine how easy it would be to install stuff in walls if the space behind a wall was not 3.5 inches/8.9 cm deep and I could get my whole self in there. of course that would mean a guy could get in there too, but what are the odds.
<currently blogging from inside this idiot’s walls>
PLEASE help me feed these ethernet cables downstairs or I’m gonna kill myself before you get a crack at me
thread it down here champ, we’ll get this installed come hell or high water
you are the best scary murderer who could have ever crawled into my walls
i could recognise my mutual by taste alone, by vibes; i would know them blind by the shape of the ugly man they’re into this week
anyone else learn to write in tolkien’s elvish script when they were like 12, proceed to write 2+ years of diary entries in it and then almost entirely forget how to re-translate them? becos uhhh
help HELP NOOOOOOOOOOOO I just found this passage:
Which translated into English script (phonetically accurate to mimic my pain upon reading this) reads:
“I hav becum obsessd with a consept noan as "jonlok”! its th hidn luv storee ov sherlok hoams and jon wotsun. thay are pure bois and I luv them"
FUCK FUCK KILL DIE FUCK
OP attained enlightenment at the age of twelve only to descend back into the gladiator pit of mortal cringe
i know they took these bird banding photos of house sparrows like this in order to show the difference between male and female but it just looks like someone’s using them as dolls for a bird marriage
if you guys thought you had a weird middle school experience my whole grade was convinced I was an actual literal werewolf for 3 years to the point where people were afraid of me so come 8th grade the popular girl had a huge Halloween party on her farm that everyone went to that just happened to coincide with the full moon so I staged a whole elaborate ‘transformation’ at the end of the night and scared the shit out of all of them. I don’t think I’ll ever top that
the prisoner of azkaban had just come out. we were a bunch of bored idiot kids in the boonies. everyone thought they could identify a werewolf and I just happened to have illnesses that often took me out of school around the time of the full moon every month. it didn’t help that I had been the ‘wolf kid’ since elementary. and I’m not saying I didn’t play into it when I found out the rumor — teen wolf (1985) was one of my favorite movies so of course I wanted to pretend I was living it.
but this went on for years. I had kids showing up behind my house on the full moon hoping to catch me changing. people were afraid to invite me to sleepovers. so when I finally got invited to a party, on that full moon no less, I went all out. I waited for the moon to rise. I hid a costume werewolf head and clawed gloves in the woods, snuck out there mid-party while 30-something kids were gathered around a bonfire, changed, ripped my clothes and started howling from the trees. some brave souls started to investigate and that’s when I started to chase them. pandemonium broke out. and oh, did I have the time of my life, because I hated most of these kids. revenge of the nerds, and all that. they’d teased me for years for things I couldn’t help like being sickly or having too much hair on my body.
I made my getaway with a friend at the end, and left the rest to wonder. most of them realized the prank and later laughed it off with me. but there was one kid who, senior year of high school, admitted I intimidated him because he still believed I was a werewolf. I put my arm around his shoulder, told him, “Between you and me, I am,” and gave him a wink. even after graduation, that guy looked at me like I would eat him alive.
I gotta say, there are worse things to be than a teenage werewolf