crawfishcomic:

Articulate

ladylightning:

not now mom i’m wasting my life on a website the entire internet believes to be dead

headspace-hotel:

camiliar:

snooterboops:

snooterboops:

not only does fluttershy smoke weed, the first time she did was at a party one of the other ponies brought her to. she was passed the bong and weakly said “oh… sorry. i don’t smoke, i’ll cough and it’ll be really embarrassing.”

other ponies are like “nah you can do it! we won’t laugh!” and then she was like “ohh… okay…” and then just took the fattest bong rip, held it for 3 seconds, exhaled. everyone is in shock. she then does a weak little not-even cough and goes “ohh… i knew it… and now you’re all staring at me :(” and runs away

i was so right with this one tbh

The frame where they’re regular horses conveys some sort of otherwise incomprehensible emotion

orangechickenpillow:

captainwarbuckle:

It’s practically 2014 and you guys still don’t know how to google if an article is real or not before giving it 100,000 notes

kasanekhan:

unclefather:

neil-gaiman:

wilwheaton:

lotrmusical:

lotrmusical:

never let anyone tell you that trawling through mediocre victorian poetry isn’t worth it. we just happened upon an absolute BANGER of a worm poem. go read it or else 🪱🪱🪱

the reviews are in… glad everyone’s enjoying song of the worm

[id: tumblr tags reading ‘dude This Fucking Rules’, 'holy fucking shit! that was legit so cool?’, 'holy shit that is fucking metal’, 'oh this fucks severely’, 'yeah no this fucking SLAPS’, 'yo this RULES’]

Holy fucking shit this is one of the most incredible things I have ever read.

I am dead serious. I PROMISE you that you want to read this, and you’re going to immediately send it to all your weird friends who you also know will love it.

The original link is down – you can read it at

Song of the Worm - A Poem by Eliza Cook

Song of the Worm is a poem by Eliza Cook. THE worm, the rich worm, has a noble domainIn the field that is stored with its millions of slain

PoetrySoup.com

khaleesi:

nerdygaymormon:

The creator of these images is Matt Bernstein, one of my favorite educators online – he makes incredibly clear, forceful collections of information like this one. He’s queer, has fantastic nails, and has done a lot of education recently from his perspective as a Jewish person on why supporting Palestine is so important. Here’s a link to this post, which he created for World AIDS Day on 12/1/23.

were–ralph:

catchymemes:

Some black magic levels of precision.

this would performance kill a peasant in medieval times

calebwittebane:

calebwittebane:

i love it when people trap the warden in minecraft by making a moving piston that makes noise so the warden just quietly stares at it. ipad baby

his touy

chaogongoozles:

spongebobssquarepants:

Sharing this for everyone who stumbles on this post!! Please be safe y'all, def use gloves, mask, and make sure to have good ventilation! Always check the ingredients of your cleaning products before using them together! Please share this so more folks are aware, they literally don’t be teaching us important stuff like this to prepare for the Adult World™

were–ralph:

catchymemes:

Some black magic levels of precision.

this would performance kill a peasant in medieval times

geocaprican:

ranidspace:

metaecstatic:

metaecstatic:

(Guy whos never been at risk from systemic violence voice) No i think all violence is bad guys. You know. The cycle of violence. I think both sides are bad!

I’m talking about colonialism not your movie or fandom

halorvic:

transmechanicus:

in-love-with-my-bed:

imlizy:

sharks every time theres a cataclysmic extinction event: damn thats crazy. anyway

Good thing I’m so smooth

browniefox:

noknowshame:

noknowshame:

why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?