Sweetestpunk - The Shack

There are some animals you only see in pictures with very little to compare its size to that make you go into cardiac arrest once you find out how big/small they actually are

my fav letterboxd reviews of red white & royal blue aka yaoi for white liberals

Jfc that kitty parade music justmakes it hilarious

tumblr tuesday: the greatest mafia movie

There's so much lore. An original soundtrack (masterlist here, thanks to @thisisnotjuli). It all began with a pair of boots. Then, a movie poster by @beelzeebub:

And here's how it's going:

@ms-musers:

@lspy:

@monsterhospital:

@waldwynde:

@fireleaptfromhousetohouse:

@mjulmjul:

@marella-moon:

@holl-horse:

@bricktoygrapher:

@greenscircus:

@theshitpostcalligrapher:

@sweetdollface:

@onion-souls:

@onemagpie:

@gregspectations:

@mimiadraws:

@flurgburgler:

@shrugsinchinese:

@runfreebirdrun:

@when-sanpape-arts:

@marblellous:

@ynngaa:

@vanwizard:

@inthefallofasparrow:

@1percentcharge:

And lastly, before she was Wonderwoman, @reallyndacarter was "Dancer #2." She has kindly revealed this hitherto unreleased photo from the world premier of the film:

Obsessed with Goncharov? Need more? If you want to join in, please be sure to use the tags #goncharov (for posterity) and #unreality (for those who need it). Take care out there!

ok so there’s a game me and my friends play called “don’t get me started” and basically someone gives another person a random topic and they have to go on an angry rant about it and it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to us at parties and car rides so I highly recommend playing sometimes with your friends

The Strand magazine, England, 1911

we need more women. 3,822,561,000 isn't enough.

happy lesbian visibility week, i am now visible and you must all see me. i’m so visible right now holy shit!!!

had a dream that started out kind of sexy and for a number of irrelevant dream-state reasons involved my having to explain to a partner that i didn't want to suck on his titties. i think it was supposed to turn into an anxiety dream about having to negotiate sexual boundaries but instead he smiled and, very sympathetic, told me "of course - i know you're a freudian, i'm sorry that didn't occur to me," sort of saying he should have remembered how i felt about oral fixations, and then the rest of the dream was me trying with increasing desperation to convince him that i was not a freudian and he just laughed and laughed, like i was being sort of foolish and silly, and said he knew how i really felt, and didn't my unconscious mind reveal the truth about me, and so on. and by then i was so distressed that i was yelling at him in the dream - not that i actually fully realized i was dreaming - and shouted "dream interpretation is a crock of shit!" with such force that it woke me up.