let's see what the daylight brings

Video for my boyfriend (Who did all this art!!) bc he asked so so sweetly for this! Lazarus's five foot somethin and his bills ALL paid!

I LOVE YOU SO DEARLY

柳瀬敬之  Takayuki Yanase

Metal Gear Rising Revengeance  Concept Art

We have bred, in our darkest laboratories, a genetically-modified strain of ultra-caterpillars whose entire purpose for existence is to produce carbon-fibre-bolstered thread for our new line of hard-wearing socks. It’s hell on their little buttholes, but they gladly bear it if it means you don’t immediately rip a hole in the big toe getting ready for work in the morning.

For years, I slaved away at a job I hated in order to afford the socks I needed to go to that job. My dried-out heels and rough, proletarian carpet would shred those suckers after only a few weeks of operation. Buying more expensive socks didn't work: they were just the same crappy material with a more expensive badge on the package.

In times long past, socks really lasted. They were extremely expensive, so much so that it made sense to repair them. If it cost me like a week's wages, I'd probably have learned to darn socks too. Sixteen bucks, at most? Not worth it.

One fateful day, I went to work with slightly mismatched socks. Heel holes on both of their mates, but the unholed ones ended up in the wash. At the end of my rope, I had done my laundry in the dark, not wanting to switch the lights on and consume valuable power that could pay for more socks instead. In that darkness I had matched a dark blue sock with a slightly less dark blue sock, with a different collar pattern. Disaster. All day long, I hid my feet under my desk to conceal the sin from view, but the roving pack of sales guys could smell it on me. They laughed at me, with their fascist haircuts and their tailored suits and their matching socks. Well, who's laughing now?

This day, I sit atop an empire. Our pitch: unbreakable socks. They wear like stone. Better than stone, really, because stone isn't compressed to several thousand PSI and woven into a corrugated laminate capable of withstanding indirect small-calibre fire. Of course, all this comes at a price. They cost about $25 a pair. Oh, and the next weakest link in the chain is your shoes. These babies will rip through a pair of athletic trainers in about two weeks, less if you sweat a lot. That's Bob Reebok's problem. While you're over there, asking them to fix it, see if their socks match. I bet they don't.

When you want some damn peace and quiet to be depressed in the Arctic, but Captain Fitzjames turned the flag ship into Her Majesty’s Partyboat Boat Erebus

Some of yall will be like Omg I love this character <33 and then be talking about a bastardization of that character so extreme that is now just your oc with the same name

bro i swear we're not gonna do anything weird this time i just need you to meet me in the cemmy (<- new way to say cemetery)

One of the top 3 of my favorite Paranatural jokes.

if ur my friend i will tolerate you having mid taste in media

The cool thing about The Terror is you can watch the whole thing in less than eight hours and then cry about it for the rest of your life.

Not romantic love, not platonic love, but a secret third thing (entangled with each other's souls and sharing a body)

buzzword cheat sheet to get attention of mutuals:

happy pride month

[image id: slanted yellow glittering font reading “it’s friday afternoon there goes antigone to be buried alive”. end id]