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bang-shang lollapalooza show 1977 is my white whal

@dapper-nahrwhale / dapper-nahrwhale.tumblr.com

Wren or Bugs or Whim, ze/zir/zem/it/any pronouns idc, aroace genderqueer, art tag is b.text or my drawlings, I like ttrpgs, my dumb cats and drawling sometimes. 💗DapperNahrwhale on ao3💗 [icon is a picture of the 2015 archie comics jughead with the aro flag and header is a gif from infinity train of grace walking on stones across a river]

Silly time.

Silly time.

[ID: A photo of a page from an archie comic, the top panel is an overview of houses and a speech bubble saying "...santa has lil minions with mad crafting skills. Candy land mines, easter egg grenades..." the next panel shows jugheas and archie talking with falling leaves around them. Archie: "wabbit traps? Morning mr. Jameson." Jughead: "Now we're gettin silly." Archie: "Just now we're getting silly?" The next panel is cut off. The last panel shows a man walking by in the foreground and in the background. Archie: "but clowns can use closets as evil dimensional portals, right?" Jughead: "one would assume so, yup." Archie: "well, that's that then. The Burger King must have like, a burger closet in his royal bedchambers. So, there you go." End ID]

Now we're gettin' silly.

Betty and veronica 2016 issue #1

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camilicy

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cloudbends

[ID: a digital illustration drawn in a realistic pencil style of various animals. The animals drawn, from left to right and top to bottom, are: a tiger, an otter, a red panda, a tabby cat, a ferret and a bunny. Around them are various little hearts, sparkles and lines drawn in yellow. End ID.]

things that are gay sex:

  • cannibalism
  • surgery
  • russian roulette
  • braiding/brushing hair
  • fishing
  • hunting
  • gutting animals
  • stabbing
  • drinking blood from the wrist or neck
  • autopsies
  • shootouts
  • boxing/wrestling
  • digging in the ground

do you guys even care

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lichfucker

[image description: the poem "Laura Palmer Graduates" by Amy Woolard. it says:

I can't love them if their hands aren't all tore up From something, guitar strings, kitchen knives & grease Burns, heaving the window ACs onto their crooked old Sills come June. Fighting back. That porchlight's browned Inside with moth husks again & I can't climb a ladder to save my life, i.e., the world spins. Even when it's lit, It's half ash. Full-drunk under a half-moon & I'm dazed We're all still here. Most of us, least. For the one & every Girl gone, I sticker gold stars behind my front teeth so I can taste just how good we were. I swear I can't Love them if they can't fathom why an unlit ambulance On a late highway means good luck. I hold my cigarette- Smoking arm upright like I'm trying to keep blood From rushing to a cut. What's true is my shift's over & I'm here with you now & I'm wrapped up tight On the steps like a top sheet like the morning paper Before it's morning. Look up & smile. What does it matter That the stars we see are already dead. If that's the case well Then the people are too. Alive is a little present I Give myself once a day. Baby, don't think I won't doll Up & look myself fresh in the eyes, in the vermilion Pincurl of my still heart & say: It's happening again.

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buscemifan

i want art to feel EARNEST. this disgusting, near pornographic level of tongue in cheek meta humor is making me sick to my stomach. i don’t know how many more movies i can take about clever subversions and the movie winking at you to say “we know it’s a little silly, but…” where is the whimsy? why can’t we believe in the pretend you’ve created? why don’t you have enough faith in it? in my ability to believe?

Among the smartest and longest lived animals we can ever hope to interact with and it was willing to learn this stupid trick to amuse its human friend.

Thank you patient bird.