Fernsandbarnacles - Amongst The Ferns Of The Fen

I’m still here and I have a strong need to yap

How many people are still in the Encanto fandom? Show of hands! (Cause it's kinda hard to find people, that I don't already know, that are still in the fandom)

PROSHIP DNI WITH THIS POST AND F*CK OFF!

Blupees

Decided to boot up Splat3 and holy SHIT the community is really coming together in support of Palestine. Seeing people use whatever platform they have to spread awareness reinvigorates my hope in humanity honestly;

These are all the images I could fit into this post but there are SO MANY splatposts about this! Spreading visibility in any way possible!!

This isn't the first time the community has come together to raise awareness of what's been happening in Palestine so seeing people still going strong is huge to me

What a year this week has been.

Front-facing Rose feels threatening

there needs to be a music genre called "sounds like it could be homestuck music"

I want to animate Yuuri and Viktor skating to Eda’s Requiem as Viktor’s final performance before retirement but I have no skillhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I live for trans doc brown

Rule

I’ve been having these recurring dreams of a seaside town called Marlowe Bay from the POV of a young man named Osborne Scarborough living in his dad’s lighthouse and this is gonna be a long post of everything I’m gonna share that I saw in each dream in this town (more to come in reblogs)

1. There’s a washed up ivory clawfoot bathtub on the beach full of rope net, seaweed, a sea star, a gold monocle, a leather bag covered in barnacles and grime, and a single crab holding the monocle on the beach.

2. Martha Hampshire the closest neighboring lady with the white and red polka dotted dress and birds nest hair.

3. Fenton the lab mix. I love you Fenton.

4. Mr. Catch and his small fishing boat (accompanied by Fenton) with his marbled false eye and scallop shell tattoo.

5. Something about Osborne’s father causing Osborne’s eyes to tear up just hearing him be mentioned.

6. The young girl standing where the cliff met the pier, with a crab trap on her left foot like a shoe in the mist.

7. The way Osborne puts his gold rimmed glasses in his dad’s blue fisherman hat before he went to bed every night curled up in that big thick blue blanket in the lofty bed of the lighthouse.