He tried corn for the first time and he loved it 

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Moonlight, 1821 (details). By Christoffer Wilhelm Eckersberg (Danish, 1783-1853)

......okay but I’m actually crying over these???

slowly approaching bear

the bears will be in eventually

Bear will arrive sooner than thought.

BEAR IS APPROACHING AT ALARMING SPEEDS

BEAR IS GO FAST LOSING TRACK OF BEAR

BEAR HAS REACHED MACH ONE

WE HAVE LOST VISUAL ON BEAR

He nyooms

What have we done?

tired of thinking . tired of planning . im just gonna draw some shit & whatever happens happens & its everyone elses problem

Forget captains... Dante Basco and Mae Whitman are the king and Queen of the Zutara Ship!!!

hey friends where is that picture of boromir with the gondor flag except its a pride flag?

Couldn’t find it so I made another because you’re right that it’s a crime and it’s definitely my duty to remedy it

fuck it I'm painting a marsh

fuck it I've painted a marsh

life advice:

never say anything to a penguin that the penguin has not already said to you

this reads like a shitpost but i’m actually 100% serious. i was walking along the side of the harbour this evening, just after all the penguins had come in from the ocean to nest. there was one penguin right by the footpath, and when it saw me it kept saying ‘höö’. so i said ‘höö’ right back. it seemed to like that, and we had a lovely conversation where we just kept saying ‘höö’ to each other. i crouched down about two metres away from it, and we kept talking, and it actually moved towards me a little bit, seeming to prefer my company to the heartless embrace of the sea. but then i made the mistake of trying to change things up. i said ‘hweh’, which was something that a previous penguin said to me, and this penguin hated it, and fucked right off. never said another word to me. i felt so rude.

I keep imagining this from the penguin’s point of view:

“Gustav, my friend, why so glum?”

The penguin in question looked up from his half-eaten sprat, shaking his head in disgust.

“Not glum, Sebastian. Affronted, outraged - I had the most perturbing encounter with one of the Beakless Ones.”

Sebastian nodded solemnly. “Yes, they are often perturbing. What happened, my friend?”

Gustav sighed heavily, looking up to the sky and holding his flippers wide, as if to ask the gods “why?”, before mournfully retelling his experience, “I was on the beach where the Beakless sometimes wander, contemplating names for this year’s chicks, when one of them approached. It seemed harmless enough to greet - they’re cute, in a strange, bald and flat-faced way, are they not?”

“Oh Gustav, you kind-hearted fool.”

“Such a fool, I am!” Gustav’s moans had gathered a small crowd already - the only thing penguins love more than a bellyful of fish, is a story. A good storyteller was always guaranteed a warm spot to huddle in the winter, surrounded by bored friends longing for entertainment.

“What did it do, Gustav? Did it kick you?”

“No! When it got close, I called out to it, ‘hello, friend!’. It stopped and returned the greeting - awkwardly, but it was rather sweet, like a chick learning it’s first chirps. ‘Hollow fren,’ it said back to me. I was charmed, but not wanting it to learn poor pronunciation, I repeated the greeting, and so did it! Getting clearer each time, till it could almost pass for a true penguin itself.”

“Gustav is a wonderful teacher,” Adelina, his mate, stated with a proud nod of her lovely blue head. “You remember how well our chicks could enunciate, before they even caught their first fish.”

“But what of it, Gustav? What happened to sour this experience so?”

“We went back and forth, till I was satisfied. It lowered itself near the ground, and I moved closer, carefully, not wanting to alarm it. I was just about to tell it how pleased I was, that it learning so quickly, when all of a sudden, it looked me right in the eye and said ‘Fuck off, freak.’”

There were avian gasps all around.

“Oh no!”

“How rude!”

“I was so appalled, I could not bring myself to even chide it.” Gustav bowed his head in shame. “I turned and left without another word.”

“It said that to you? Oh dear.” Sebastian tilted his head in a piercing glare towards one of their fellows, focusing on the only one who was slapping his sides and chortling. “Björn, you scoundrel! What have I told you about yelling obscenities at the Beakless?”

Björn cackled and bobbed his head in defiance. “How was its enunciation, Gustav? You soft-hearted buffoon!”

now that’s a fine addition to my post

I just read fan fiction about penguins talking to people, and discussing it with penguins….

I have never felt so happy, and so sad that I will never get to talk to penguins like this in my life.

Loving that OP isn’t even calling out the place by name.

Super woman

🎥 evolve.nation

My jaw is on the floor.

2018 is the year girls being fuckin SWOLE

So much hard work went in to her being able to do this! Set a goal and work to attain it! 

-FemaleWarrior 

That very last set. Baby i feel you

you ever wanna fuck the living shit outta somebody but also cook for them and make sure they’re emotionally stable?

[on a date]

me: it really blows my mind how so many languages and cultures coexist within this soc-

JFK: blows your what

me:

JFK: say it

drake?

josh?

where’s the body of christ?

just stumbled across Francisco Soria Aedo's work and first off: really good painter, super talented. He mainly did portraits and neoclassical but I really like are his expressions, which do show up in his neoclassical work. lots of people smiling and having fun and it's just very cute

this is one of my favorites

heres a couple more examples!

...i dont thing I’ve ever seen this style with people smiling...

I very very high key wanna kiss the woman in the first painting

precisely the correct music for this wet animal creature

It's called a fish

evary cat is a little celebrity 2 me