This Year:

When women want to fuck monsters:

When men want to fuck monsters:

Conclusion: men are fucking cowards.

I found this camera on the subway and look what was inside...

Reblog if you miss Atticus and you want him to come back

my professor: don’t fall in love with the drawing. Fall in love with drawing.

This is so freaking important.

This is literally why we all draw as kids.

Because it makes us happy and we love it. And when we grow up and art becomes this tool to show what we imagine, so other people can see what we imagined, we more and more focus on the end product rather than the process that used to be so much fun.

We see mistakes, we try to get rid of them, we criticize our works until all that is left is stress and bitterness.

This is not why we drew in the first place.

Drawing used to be fun.

And I think it’s nice that she reminded me of it. Because I forgot.

today in “things i’m disproportionately emotional about”:

it’s facial reconstructions of prehistoric humans!!

like, look at this part-homo sapiens, part-neandertal man from well over 30,000 years ago:

doesn’t he just look like a dude you’d wanna hang out with? like he probably washes dishes in the kitchen with you, and has excellent weed

what a charming fellow. what stories he probably has to tell. i’d definitely go shoot the shit with him on Contemplation Rock after i’d finished my day’s work carving a bone flute for the autumn hunting ceremony, or whatever

people have been people ever since people first became people, i tell you what

they all had lives and histories and families and friends and dumb gossip and games they played and total bullshit in which they believed wholeheartedly

they all argued about the nature of the world, and of themselves

they all sang songs

they all drew pictures

they all buried their dead in graves, and they buried their dead in graves well before they did a lot of that other stuff. they buried their dead with flowers, with panther claws, with the bones of animals they’d killed, with the bones of family members who had died at the same time or earlier. they buried their dead with their arms folded across their chests

they fell in love

they took care of their old and their sick and their disabled, even when it cost them

they made new things, and worried about what the new things meant for people everywhere, as a whole

This made me happy so I’m puttin it here

Good morning ! (Unmute !)

Peter: Whomst’d’ve consumed my ice juice

Tony: should i call the exorcist

Shuri: I hath consumed the ocean sauce

Stephen: call the exorcist

*Avengers End Game trailer summed up for those who haven’t seen it yet*

Tony: *dying*

Steve: *crying*

Natasha: *worried*

Bruce: *hurting*

Thor: *mad*

Nebula: *sad*

Clint: *depressed*

The Fandom: *stressed*

Scott fucking Lang: LETS GET THIS BREAD FOLKS!!!!

Preach

merry christmas to everyone who didn’t get presents today because their family couldn’t afford it and merry christmas to everyone who couldn’t make it home for the holidays and merry christmas to everyone spending it alone i want you all to know that i hope you all have a great great end of the year and i love you all and even if your holidays weren’t how you pictured them i hope you still have a good rest of the holidays and year

This goat is my spirit animal