ben (ben)
They would find each other in every timeline ♡
A few edits that I have made, I think I will do more in the future
speedrunning getting fired by sending this to my boss over slack
sending your friends terrible tumblr posts is a love language
[ID: a tweet by (m) vore connoisseur🧀, user @/baelyssa, that reads, "big fan of codependency that edges towards illness. very big fan of two people unable to function correctly without the other close, whether in sight or touch. absolutely huge fan of sick individuals who should not be separated. ever. or smth horrible happens," End ID.]
movies about apocalypses: it’s every man for himself!! you can’t trust anyone, it’s a wasteland of solo travelers and sad families, we’re alone out here
humans irl: *pack bond with strangers*
*pack bond with large carnivores*
*pack bond with robots in space thousands of miles away*
Apocalypse preppers who fantasise about all our artificial rules and governments falling away in times of chaos seem to forget that we invented those rules and governments. Over and over. When you put humans near each other, they group up and make a society; that’s why those governments exist. Do they think we magically stop doing that in dangerous situations? Because… we don’t.
hopepunk doesn’t have time for your racist doomsday hard-on, carl.
And you can make the rubric for this question whatever you want. My personal one was that young me would be horrified to know she became current me, but that’s because I imagine it’d be quite horrible to a child learning and growing to no longer get to wonder who you’ll be when you grow up, and I think if she and I just like met somehow, she’d think I was a cool adult. Like one of those teachers you get to banter with a little.
i made this to express my true feelings this is modern art to ME. i animated it in aseprite and i copied that png explosion in frame by frame.
Okay, but I would pay extra for this driveway.
Um, can I please get every neighborhood kid and animal to come walk across my driveway? Can I get a cat to just run around on there? This flock of ducks did such an amazing job!
I was 18 months old when my parents built their house. After pouring the concrete slab for the foundation, my father, world’s most sentimental man, carried me down into the hole so he could preserve a single imprint of my little baby foot in the house he was building for me to grow up in.
Naturally, I wriggled loose, so what is actually preserved for posterity in my parents’ basement floor is my mad dash through this glorious new mud pit, followed by my father’s footprints in hot pursuit, a visible scuffle where the fugitive was captured, and then my father’s prints returning to the ladder.
I hope some future archeologist finds your parent’s basement floor because they’re going to lie down on the ground and cry about it.
albatrosses will wipe the floor with any species of bird you choose to compare them to. they’re the Most, or at least Extremely, by almost every metric
wingspan. lifespan. intricacy of mating dances. devotion to monogamy. investment in offspring. ability to circumnavigate the globe. literary symbolism that is flexible but not to the point of meaninglessness. eyeliner quality. I could go on
muppetness of said offspring
Genetic mutations and different conditions on pokemon
I spent a good chunk of my weekend scrambling to finish this comic. I hope you like it. I was really trying to push myself with the colours.
You know what’s wild? This comic still gets reblogged every single day. I made it so long ago it doesn’t even feel like my own work haha. Anyways, I guess I’m glad people still like it but it’s very weird to have One Piece of Art that Doesn’t Fade.
















