Did you guys know that the most recent version of sharks have fins that are kinda leg like and they like to walk up onto land?
no way i must have missed an update!
The Epaulette shark is only about 9 million years old as a species, making it the most recent branch in the shark family. And it is slowly but surely evolving into a land animal
LAND SHARK!
LAND SHARK!
WHATCHA GONNA DO WHEN HE COMES FOR YOU?!?!
I will give him a kiss on the top of his little head
why is this like an infographic about dysphoria
Why does Snoopy AVE A KNOIFE?
The faces you make when your estranged mother shows up out of nowhere, tries to win your good graces back and ruins your plans to run/disrupt/destroy the Jellicle Ball.
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Remember when I said I wanted to practice more facial expressions HAHA
i stumbled across this image from this Insta reel (link) and I had to, I saw the vision, it must be done at this very moment. I also feel like I should draw the rest of the pictures too 🌞
A lot of people saying "they're dead" and that's true, but a lot of them are also permanently disabled
"WHERE DID ALL THE PEOPLE GO THAT WE GLEEFULLY SACRIFICED ON THE BLOOD ALTAR OF WALLSTREET? WE NEED MORE SKULLS FOR THE SKULL PILE!"
6. Have a an immunocompromised family member whose health would be jeopardized by cohabitation with someone in daily contact with the public.
Meet the Queen of Clubs, the bisexual pride knight! Her armor is engraved with floral designs and in her hands she wields a powerful magic sword made from petals! ♣️⚔️
when no inspiration strikes, watch moths instead
“Divine feminine” girl shut the hell up
this is the only divine feminine
whatever our souls are made of, you and me are going to end up stuck in the same ice hole
I noticed in another ask you answered you said "even if the Writers Strike is over and I can promote it" about Good Omens Season 2. As far as promoting it goes, does answering questions on Tumblr not count? I figure it's a difference between being paid for your presence at a con or interview event vs. indulging us here in your free time, but I might also be wrong.
The WGA Strike rules forbid doing promotional panels and events at film festivals and such and by extension I wouldn’t do a Press Junket or interviews.
I’m happy to be here being silly about my show on Tumblr.
I’m happy to be
here being silly about
my show on Tumblr.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
“If this hurts my shows I’m gonna riot” “they better not cancel my favorite show” “this is so selfish I NEED this show” “what about my mental health now that they—“
So you agree. Show-writers are important to you and to the industry and should be compensated accordingly for their important work.
and you know what YOU KNOW WHAT. they never, not ONCE, gave Sam one of these angsty plots with Cas.
Why wasn't Sam sent to Purgatory with Cas?
Why wasn't Sam seeing him (wasn't he supposed to be the psychic one anyway) after failing to save him?
Why wasn't Sam mocked by demons for having an angel friend?
Why didn't Sam lose hope whenever Cas died?
Why didn't Sam begging for his life break the brainwashing?
Why didn't Sam have to take care of Cas' dead body?
Why, mr. Kripke?
WHY???
I know we joke about it a lot but truly. We know Dean is in love with Cas because Sam isn't. Sam never has been. It wouldn't make sense for any of those archs to happen with Sam because Sam isn't in love with Cas. Dean is.
“We have forgotten how to relate emotionally to art: we treat it like editors, searching in it for that which the artist has supposedly hidden.”
—Andrei Tarkovsky, who would have been 91 today.
For COVID reasons, our church is using tiny plastic cups to distribute wine for communion. This is tacky but understandable. There are always a few drops left at the bottom of each cup no matter how thoroughly we empty it.
My mother tucks our cups into her purse after the service, dodging the trash can set out for them. She will not throw away Jesus' blood.
When we arrive home, she fills a silver mixing bowl with fresh water and rinses them gently, the drops of wine turning the water a faint pink. She disposes of the six cups unceremoniously once they're clean—they were just vessels, now stripped of their importance.
The bowl she carries carefully into the garden, kneeling down in the dirt. After saying a short prayer, she pours the wine-stained water into the grass—she will not let the blood of Christ go down the drain. Better to bury it.
My father shakes his head and says, "If Jesus knows when to get in the wine, he knows when to get out." But he bows his head anyway.
My brother asks her why she doesn't just lick out the cups. This goes resolutely unanswered.
They are shaped the same...like friends ready to hug
Ready to hug
hug achieved!!
