you HAVE to fag it up every day so that little girls at the antique mall know they have options
west coast nest coast
we have some birds
east coast beast coast
there's. animal
From @veggiedayz: “Blackberry has a song he wants to sing for you.” #cutepetclub [source: http://ift.tt/28SdMmN ]
Kitten: *small mew* Cameraperson: *soft “ohhh”* Kitten: *BIG LONG MEOW* Cameraperson: *soft laughter* “What was that?” Kitten: *tiny mew*
the caption did not prepare me
the highest ratio of meow to cat that i’ve ever encountered
deflating balloon
And what are your views on Civil Rights?
Jet Magazine, 1966
Ok, genius fuckin cartooning here.
In most one/two colour printing, usually the blank white page is the “default” skin tone, which makes everyone you draw white until additional pigment is added. That means every time you draw a person of colour and shade them in, you’re making them look out of place and an addition in the environment (if you look at Schultz’ work you can see how his inking/ printing processes weren’t ideal for drawing Franklin… even though drawing Franklin was a radical act). SO… shading the white man with an additional ink colour subverts that. It creates this feeling that HE is the one who stands out, and that this Black barber is the one who truly belongs in the environment.
Cartooning!!!!!!!!!!
i think it shld be more widespread for ppl to read aloud to each other as a means of spending time together. like even just a bunch of adults sitting together reading wikipedia articles or something
being a manager sucks balls half the time but the cashier kids im in charge of trust me enough to dick around in front of me so ive been keeping a running list of the shit they say that makes me laugh randomly: -"guys, is it cheating if you play fortnite with your ex" [4 seperate others, immediately]: "YES" -"there must be like… infinite sentences" -"bro what bro what the fuck bro what's that mean bro why'd you say that bro what" <distraught response to a girl randomly greeting him with 'hey there big boy' in an old timey transatlantic news reporter accent
[a ticket reads that a customer wants their burger cut in half]
-"What the hell why are they so picky??? That's like for kids. That's like something my DAD would-- wait i don't have a dad-- that's like something my MOM would do"
-"BRO WHY ARE YOU CUSSING ME OUT IN SPANISH???" for some reason shouted so loudly that customers still in line all start laughing
-i open the restaurant and notice the kitchen is still kind of dirty and try to glean who closed last night, and i overhear two of the boys talking about yesterdaay
me: "so, you helped in the kitchen last night?"
IMMEDIATELY: "IT WASNT ME I JUST DID THE FRYERS LAST NIGHT"
me: "I DIDNT EVEN SAY ANYTHING YET"
i accidentally tripped over a gas line while trying to clean behind the stove and made a loud fear noise and the kid helping me clean the kitchen goes "dude your screams scare me. They remind me of when i accidentally step on my dog's tail"
the Real Adult in charge went to go give someone a break in another store and I'm chilling in ours for a bit and 5 mins one of the girls rushes up to me like "DID YOU KNOW WE HAVE AN ATTIC?"
I did. I have never seen the attic so I go check it out and there's already like three of them up there
me: the fuck are you guys doing???
clerk: they wanna do the grimace challenge up there
one of them has never heard of vampires
update about this one because another coworker wouldnt let it go: he insists he's Heard of them but thought they were, quote, "like, really big bats"
Clerk 1: dude don't mix that isn't it like toxic? What are the chemicals you're not supposed to mix--
me: WHAT'S IN THE SINK.
Clerk 2: We're trying to clean the sink
me: Which cleaners did you MIX
Clerk 3: All of it
me: DRAIN IT.
[one brief emergency explanation about never mixing cleaners and what mustard gas is]
Clerk 1: oh yeah didn't they use that during like world war two
Me: yeah man it's like, a war crime now. It's just such a horrible way to die that we can't use it anymore
Clerk 2: wait fr???
Clerk 3: ohh. What about opium?
Me: ...what?
Clerk 3: like the opium war.
Me:
[one brief emergency explanation about what the opium war was later]
Explained to the two boys helping me in the kitchen why we submerge our lettuce at night to help it keep. They proceed to have a conversation where one is absolutely messing with the other by trying to convince him that both lettuce and reptiles are living things that need to be soaked to survive, and are therefore related. he speaks with so much conviction and just keeps doubling down and the other one just gets increasingly angrier and I'm just trying not to crack up over the fryers
and then the exasperated kid whirls around at me and goes "IS LETTUCE REPTILES???" and I lose my fucking mind
I run this place with one other person who i Do Not Like and the kids are well aware of our stupid restaurant manager beef and love to gossip
They keep moving shit to inconvenient locations and I hate it and keep having to move shit back, then once on my day off they decided to call in help and move my Entire Fucking Kitchen around and I was real fucking pressed about it for like the rest of the week (put off opening the next morning to move all the big ass machines and fryers back my damned self to establish territory or whatever)
A week later one of the really sweet girls who helps me in the kitchen goes "hey I have a confession. me and (other kid) were there while they were moving your kitchen and we knew you'd hate it. I was going to say something"
"Oh no worries, it's not really your responsibility to go between us like that"
"no no, I was going to tell her to at least ask you about it first but then I was like 'hmmm....let's see how this plays out'. for the drama."
"...ok I guess I should probably be mad but that's actually really fucking funny"
today i turned around and saw this
actual image of me trying (and failing) not to bring thrawn up at every waking moment
absolutely love the range of expressions other birds have when they encounter a blue jay random event
GLORYHAMEMR HIT REVIEWS!!!!
"it ruined scotland for me"- my roommate/infodump victim
"Huh. I'm glad I didn't just hallucinate you saying there was a Vorpal Laserblaster." - my BFF
"But Dundee isn't even in Fife!" - my girlfriend
some of my favorite paintings of all time are the dozens of self portraits this one dude in the 1800s made of himself in clown paint. like, there's so many. and they're all bangers
this isn't even 25% of them. check out armand henrion for more. yes this is all he ever painted hope you like it
may i offer you some Hamlet booty shorts in these trying times
i feel like all fandom spaces would improve dramatically if more people learned how to enjoy non-canon ships which were never written as romantic without acting entitled to official validation or throwing a hissy fit over not getting something that they were never promised
like i promise there’s nothing wrong with shipping characters together while accepting that they won’t ever be a canon couple or with choosing to interpret their interactions as romantic while acknowledging that the writers clearly didn’t intend for it to be read that way
fandom having such easy contact with casts and writers and stuff was a mistake
leave them alone lmao fandom isn’t about changing canon, it’s about playing with it like barbies
Blue-cheeked Jacamar (Galbula cyanicollis), male, family Galbulidae, Brazil
photograph by Hector Bottai
one day I’ll finally write that ridiculously elaborate fanfiction that I’ve been carefully constructing in my daydreams for months and then you’ll be sorry. you’ll all be sorry.
