Obsessed With The Girl Who Says That If You Lie On The Floor Long Enough You Will Start To Cry And Shake

I don't trust anyone who hasn't acknowledged their capacity for evil.

as soon as i saw the tiktok notification “thanks to president trump for yadayadayada” I immediately went “wow, that was the most obvious manipulation I’ve ever seen in my life, we just got played” and I’m not sure how anyone came to any other conclusion

This could have been a moment when the Democrats stood up as one in a great Spartacist moment of political resistance... instead we got Al Green with the bravery to not back down.

Mr. Spock’s Mood

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Kirk: hello Mr. Spock<3!

Spock: captain

*Kirk experiences anguish*

Kirk: are you in a bad mood Mr. Spock<3?

Spock: I am not in a bad mood captain

Kirk what happened?

Spock: what? I’m not in a bad mood

Kirk: Bones! Watch out Spock<3 is in a bad mood! 

Bones: oh

Spock: I assure you I am not

Bunze: Spock that green blood sugar of yours is probably low. A snack will probably improve your mood

Kirk: yeah! How about a snack!

Spock: my mood is fine

Sulu: when I am in a bad mood a short nap usually does the trick

Chekov: or a litol valk around the ship!

Uhura: what’s going on is somebody upset? Is it Spock?

Bones: let me check your vitals

Kirk: Mr. Spock</3

*spock sighs*

Kirk: it’s okay Mr. Spock<3 everybody has bad mood sometimes

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Shout out to Rachy (ckc), anonymous, and Bloopotronic for putting some more sand in my collectible ko-fi hourglass! I’m going to use the funds to steal birds from trees!

If anybody else likes my work, and wants to help me do more crimes, my ko-fi link is in my bio!

Jonathan Sims vs Cecil Palmer vs Forrest Nash

fist fight.

from Art and Beauty Magazine by Robert Crumb (1943—)

the look of love ೀ

how to describe a loving gaze

⇸ eyes darting all over your face, trying to figure out which part of you they want to set their eyes on the most (it's impossible)

⇸ gazing at you like you're miles away only when you're a few feet away, standing with another person. their stare is hard, intense, but also melting and blank.

⇸ a featherlight touch to your arm with their eyes softly peering up at you. they can't believe that you're allowing them to touch you like this—so innocent, so softly.

⇸ late nights where its just the two of you in a car. they turn over to look at you but immediately turn. for the safety of the both of you, they can't stare at you any longer

⇸ when you're teasing them, they have to bite down extra hard to not release that smile from their lips. their eyes are squinted more tightly than usual. still, they're glued onto you.

⇸ meeting their eyes from across the room, and the two of you have the exact same thought. you turn away first to hold back your laughter, but their eyes are pinned onto you.

⇸ a softened gaze in a random moment. there's no reason for them to be looking at you like that—with slightly hooded eyes and parted lips—except for the fact that they just love seeing you

⇸ you're twirling around in your new outfit, showing the 360 angle. their pupils look like they're completely taking over the iris of their eye. suddenly, breathing becomes a lot more faster than they remember.

⇸ tears run like thrashing rivers on your face, dripping onto your pants and soaking the sleeves of your shirt. but they don't care. even when wiping your tears, they still can't get over how you look absolutely angelic like this.

⇸ eyeing you in the middle of the night, feeling incredibly lucky that they are the only one who can look at you in this state. a smile dawns upon their face as they trace the shape of your jaw, press their fingers in your cheekbones, and kiss you on the cheek.

⇸ a make-out session that seems like it will never stop until they pull away, and the reason being, "i needed to look at you like this," with swollen lips and a red flush.

⇸ laughter dying down into silence. looking at each other and bursting into laughter again.

⇸ being completely bare in front of each other after a long night. shameless admiration where their eyes move up and down your face and body. there's a mix of lust and adoration in their eyes.

⇸ watching you storm off, and all they can do is stand there, focused on your fleeting figure. their face is contorted—not in an angry way—but a look of concern flashes across their features. did they just lose the one they loved the most?

⇸ getting food with the other person and realizing that this is all it takes for you to be content. this is what happiness feels like, you think.

⇸ a gripping hug that makes you feel so seen. that one second during the embrace where you two both look at each other, and time stands still. you want to frame the expression on the other person's face.

⇸ seeing you, and a beaming smile immediately breaks out of their face.

i need more people to talk about them bc they lived together, solved crimes together, beat up men together…. i’m getting the vibes that historians would call them “ best friends”

mwahah i tweaked their dresses and outfits (obviously) for this. My thought process behind this? picture it: instead of going with that murderer piece of shit to the party, they go together. they kiss n then kill him. the end 💓

(also they are literally 💖 and 🖤 girlfriends PLEASE )

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Traveller the ice is dark and closing in 

Wherever did you come from, what weighs you down within 

Traveller your eyes are dark and your voice is somber 

Wherever did you come from, why are you here? 

We haven’t sailed in fourteen days

The nights are getting longer. 

I’m sensing fear upon your face, I see you don’t belong here 

 Our spirits started off as great, I’m sure you did as well 

Oh traveller, before you’re dead you must your story tell

Like the famed character with whom she shared her number, Lucile Sharp was in prison for theft.

Unlike Jean Valjean however, I highly doubt Lucile was in desperate need of the gold watch, chain, locket, diamond scarfpin and $17 she stole.

I also don’t recall Jean Valjean drugging anyone in the course of stealing his loaf of bread.