Latest Posts by crowliker - Page 3

i scrolled down a lot please show us your pink cat again

this is the image some people use as evidence in their claim that my cat is "pink". i assure you these are incorrect assumptions

My deeply queer need to be a large wolf and lay onto top of someone in order to just be close to them, but also me so much wolf that they are overwhelmed with wolf.

You know, an interesting tumblr transformation that's happened gradually, and which I've seen no one talk about: ask-culture has essentially dropped off to nothing.

By which I mean, asks used to be WAY more of the tumblr economy. They used to be more common to send, and receive, and see. They were integral to the collaborative, forum-like behavior of old tumblr communities, not even to speak on the HUGE number of ask-blogs that used to exist to only be interacted with in ask-form.

I'm not saying this in a vying-for-attention way but instead in an observational way: I used to get way way more asks in like 2015, even with a fraction of my follower count. I wonder if it's due to the homogenization of social media sites? There's a lot more of this divide between "content creator" and "consumer" instead of just a bunch of peer blogs who would talk to each other. "Asks" aren't really a thing on twitter, are they? And as I understand it, the closest thing to an "ask" on instagram or tiktok would be a creator screenshotting some comment and responding to it in a new reel or video or whatever those content mediums are. Are asks just too tumblr-specific? Is that aspect of the site culture dying out as more and more people converge to using all their social media sites in the same way?

Whimsical switch plates by Leandra Drumm

i was born inside an airpod case 3 minutes ago your honor and i love abortion

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

Man I love vine and I’m gonna miss it! I’m totally jumping on the bandwagon but hey why not? Here is some of my favs!

disappearing like the roanoke colonists but carving "I NEED A FAT BITCH" into a tree instead of "CROATOAN"

• An Oxford comma walks into a bar, where it spends the evening watching the television, getting drunk, and smoking cigars.

• A dangling participle walks into a bar. Enjoying a cocktail and chatting with the bartender, the evening passes pleasantly.

• A bar was walked into by the passive voice.

• An oxymoron walked into a bar, and the silence was deafening.

• Two quotation marks walk into a “bar.”

• A malapropism walks into a bar, looking for all intensive purposes like a wolf in cheap clothing, muttering epitaphs and casting dispersions on his magnificent other, who takes him for granite.

• Hyperbole totally rips into this insane bar and absolutely destroys everything.

• A question mark walks into a bar?

• A non sequitur walks into a bar. In a strong wind, even turkeys can fly.

• Papyrus and Comic Sans walk into a bar. The bartender says, "Get out -- we don't serve your type."

• A mixed metaphor walks into a bar, seeing the handwriting on the wall but hoping to nip it in the bud.

• A comma splice walks into a bar, it has a drink and then leaves.

• Three intransitive verbs walk into a bar. They sit. They converse. They depart.

• A synonym strolls into a tavern.

• At the end of the day, a cliché walks into a bar -- fresh as a daisy, cute as a button, and sharp as a tack.

• A run-on sentence walks into a bar it starts flirting. With a cute little sentence fragment.

• Falling slowly, softly falling, the chiasmus collapses to the bar floor.

• A figure of speech literally walks into a bar and ends up getting figuratively hammered.

• An allusion walks into a bar, despite the fact that alcohol is its Achilles heel.

• The subjunctive would have walked into a bar, had it only known.

• A misplaced modifier walks into a bar owned by a man with a glass eye named Ralph.

• The past, present, and future walked into a bar. It was tense.

• A dyslexic walks into a bra.

• A verb walks into a bar, sees a beautiful noun, and suggests they conjugate. The noun declines.

• A simile walks into a bar, as parched as a desert.

• A gerund and an infinitive walk into a bar, drinking to forget.

• A hyphenated word and a non-hyphenated word walk into a bar and the bartender nearly chokes on the irony

- Jill Thomas Doyle

Euripides (Tr. Anne Carson) / @wholeheartedsuggestions / Jenny Slate / Euripides again

English added by me :)

hello dr stapleton. you have successfully guided my mother through the process of giving birth to me. now, if you fail the task at hand, it will directly result in me giving death to you. in front of you is my crib, and, next to that, a small bottle of infant formula

Reblog if you're not homophobic

Every url that reblog’s will be written in a book and shown to my homophobic dad. 

OC Muse: Valdhaern

Image Credit: Thevan and the raven monster by ptitvink

Valdhaern. Many have heard the name of this man-turned-raven, or was he a raven-turned-man? No one truly knows, but no one truly dares to ask. All they know is that he is a man with the trappings of a monster. Valdhaern is rumored to be first of the Valravn, carrion birds of Hel herself that scour the world of the living to devour the flesh of fallen warriors, kings, and lords alike. The life of a Valravn, a raven of the slain, is one of endless hunger and wanting, a wanting that can never be sated.

Valdhaern, first of the Valravn, is one stricken with the most grievous of hunger; not for flesh, blood, or death. But for love. In life, Valdhaern was a loving husband, and his wife Leile was bearing their first child. One night, however, a shriek awoke Valdhaern from his sleep, and awoke to the horrifying sight of his wife, stomach torn open, and her child consumed by ravens. Crying in outrage, he’d chase the carrion birds away, but to no avail. His beloved Leile and child were long dead.

Storming into the night, Valdhaern begged and cried for a release from the inevitable grief that’d settle in. However, fate was malicious to his desires, and as the ravens flocked to his body, they did not consume him, but rather cloaked him in their bodies. Clothes turned to a feathery cloak, skin turned grey and leathery, his face elongating to a ravenous beak, and fingernails turned to sharp, crooked claws. He was now the first of the Valravn. Neither man nor raven. And his hunger is forever the bottomless void in his heart that cries out for a beloved one once more.

Christopher Michel

 “hi welcome to mcdonalds what can i get for you?”

“yeah can i get a deluxe quarter pounder with cheese?”

“absolutely, do you want the meal or just the sandwich?’

“uuuuuh hold on”

*fishes something out of my pocket*

“mikey what do i do?”

“get the fries. youll need the energy in the coming days”

*stuffs it back in my pocket*

“uhh yes please  the meal would be great”

crona collection

Stevie performing at the Day on the Green Festival in Oakland, CA, May 7th, 1977.

Releases a single angelic note

-Pursuit-

This soul, so small. Yet so bright, to pierce through such a construct of anguish and rage. High, did the Moon set her gaze down on the Agent of Darkest Hell and his pursuit of her light made flesh. For she did not fear the children born of the darkness she watched over.

X

hahaha junpei you are about to get pegged

Ok but like. What the fuck is there to do on the internet anymore?

Idk when I was younger, you could just go and go and find exciting new websites full of whatever cool things you wanted to explore. An overabundance of ways to occupy your time online.

Now, it's just... Social media. That's it. Social media and news sites. And I'm tired of social media and I'm tired of the news.

Am I just like completely inept at finding new things or has the internet just fallen apart that much with the problems of SEO and web 3.0 turning everything into a same-site prison?

The moon in Romantic paintings

Song - Feel Better by Penelope Scott

松戸のあじさい寺

Doctor: $140,000 a year

Furry artist on Patreon: $160,000 a year

its okay bbg ill romanticize you

in fiction they will romanticize people by being like "she was singing constantly" or whatever but in real life plenty of people are singing constantly and let me tell you nobody likes it