Same vibes

thinking about that one wordless calvin and hobbes sunday strip thats just calvins dad ditching his work to go play in the snow... its going to make me cry

ohhhh my god

I can't be the first to make this connection

y'all slept on the first chart but I will make the world see my vision

We need to go back to using sailing ships full time like immediately. Yes it would take longer to get places but the Aesthetic is unmatched

Like there is nothing sexier hthan this

Can’t wait for OP to get scurvy

Are you under the impression that the ships themselves are what caused scurvy

Once again. Do you think this is the fault of the ships themselves

thank god for american public transit !!! 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸

You get on the bus and then everyone does the Flintstones thing

Godzilla: I’m Sowwy

Mechagodzilla: I’m sowwy

Ghidorah: We’re Sowwy

Hedorah: I am holding this press conference to tell you that I’m awesome and also fuck all of you.

#He’s just the best dad ever (I forgive him for bringing his son to the battlefield, it happens to the best of us)

[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled “do not stand at my grave and weep” after the poem by mary elizabeth frye. the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep. i am not there. i do not sleep.” page two features several prehistoric creatures living in the wild. not featured but notable, each have modern descendants: horses, cetaceans, horsetail plants, and crocodilians. it reads, “i am a thousand winds that blow. i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain.” the third page shows archaeopteryx in the treetops and the skies, then a modern museum-goer reading the placard on a fossil display. it reads, “when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry.” the fourth page shows a chicken in a field. it reads, “i am not there. i did not die” / end id]

a comic i made in about 15 hours for my school’s comic anthology. the theme was “evolution”

In Bed, Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, 1893

get that intellectual shit outta here this is DONALD AND DOG (2019)

Donald and Dog, me, 2019

THIS SCENE WAS SO GOOD FOR HER CHARACTERIZATION. “I wish I was good at something other than war.” was echoing through my head the entire time, because that’s what’s going on with Bo-Katan here, that for so very long now, she’s been alone, she’s fucked it all up, she doesn’t know how to lead, everyone has abandoned her and she was adrift. She was prepared to go off into the dark to eat her food like all the other cover members, she’s been so beaten down by all her losses.  Not just Mandalore over and over and over again, but her home on Kalevala now, too.  Everyone who was once loyal to her is gone. But then this group of Mandalorians welcomes her with open arms and pats on the back.  Bo-Katan, who hasn’t felt comraderie with other Mandalorians in so long desperately yearning for that in some corner of her heart, no matter how hard she tries to pretend it’s over. And then.  She’s the leader of the war party.  She has the honor of sitting by the fire to eat her food.  She’s alone in the shot, but they’re giving her something she has wanted all her life–to be good at something that helps people. She was the one who took off after Ragnar, she was the one who knew how to climb the cliff face, she was the one who was leading the party, this party that brought back a child safe and sound. Everything about this is a knife slipping under Bo-Katan’s armor to slice her open, to expose that part of her that has wanted all her life to be good at something that saves people and protects them.  Even in her most misguided moments (YOU JOINED A TERRORIST GROUP, BO) that’s what she wanted. And now it feels like maybe she might be getting it.  She can help because she’s good at fighting, good at war, and these Mandalorians will thank her for it. I don’t know if Bo-Katan is truly going to convert to the covert’s ways, she’s certainly on a mythic journey in her character arc/in her heart, the looming specter of the Mythosaur that she saw is one more thing that’s pulling her towards something more mystical and religious, but I love that I can see exactly why she’s being pulled there. How long has she been feeling like a failure and like she’s done more harm than good?  How can she not be lured in by being able to finally, finally use her skills at war to save someone and be welcomed for it?

sending your friends terrible tumblr posts is a love language

I’m begging you to look at this.

i need to put all three of these pictures in a single post. this is significant. this matters. this is why i exist

internet cable line accidentally drilled through unknown buried woman

good going, now the internet is haunted.

Explains the state of things.