You walk into a bar after your long day at work herding cats across the great concrete plains of New Wark.
After 3 long hours of downing marmalade milk, you decide you need to head to the washroom to make room for more.
You walk down the corridor that the washroom sign points to, only to find it split into two tunnels.
One of them smells like your dad's old college duffelbag that he kept his spoon collection in, and the other one smells like Kraft Mac n cheese with a hint of oyster sauce.
Child safe version of the actual comic I wanna post
(source)
Avavav always has the most interesting concepts
[ you meet god and she is mostly dead fish. ]
a comic based on this post:
CRYING OVER DICK.
I’ve been making gay knights (and ladies) collages on my phone at work
(Part two)
Goncharov feels like the evil twin of TikTok’s creation of the Ratatouille Musical.
It came from nothing. It’s not real. No matter how much we contribute, it will never be real. There are gifs. There are screenshots. There’s fanfiction, a cast, a Letterboxd, a TV Tropes page, and an IMDB page. There’s a score and a poster. It’s not real. Most importantly, we cannot get the attention of anyone big enough to make it real because it’ll destroy the entire concept. We don’t WANT the attention. We don’t WANT it to exist. It exists several decades in the past rather than as a joint effort for a collective future project so that no one will ever be able to create or recreate it. But the essence of the film still lies in the collaboration that “made” it. And it now only exists because we decided it should.
I am so obsessed with Tumblr’s community. I really am.
Source: The Boy Who Collects The Stars 星をあつめる少年
by Natsu