catmask:

catmask:

catmask:

does anyone have like an anti aesthetic. like something you look at and can recognize as a complete fashion/interior design/artistic movement and understand it but it makes you shudder seeing it. i am not talking like “its morally bad” “its poorly structured” like just sheerly devoid of joy for you actually invites a repulse response.

okay special challenge DO NOT SAY MINIMALISM i dont give minimalism the respect of considering it an aesthetic

FIRST BLOOD

dogma inspired me …. tell me about your ocs NOW lets play pretend :3

spw:

Need money for dinner today & following days. 30 is the approximate goal. I can draw something for you if you help me out, just send me the receipt of the donation & we can talk it out.

Paypal (preferred). Ko-fi. Commission info.

Please dont tag as anything, thanks.

gamergoo:

dogtheories:

ALT

Except you don’t need to stick your faces together/use tongue for a kiss to be “good”.

These are two middle-aged men who probably haven’t had any experience kissing someone they love, so they’re obviously gonna be a bit out of practice.

I know that it was passionate and sweet, and they deserve that.

kookiyu:

day n nite

the smiling grinner seems to smile a grin at night

the thoughtful thinker meditates alone

the scrumptious snacker eats some ham and provolone

artbyblastweave:

One thing I really enjoy about Fallout New Vegas is that it’s really really good at modeling The Long-Suffering Protagonist Who Things Just Keep Happening To. Fallout 4, one or two things happen to you at the start, and they’re doozies, but then for the most part you start happening to everybody else. You don’t suffer that many ignominies. Fallout New Vegas, you get shot in the head and dumped in a shallow grave. Two different guys stick a bomb collar on you and force you to run errands. You have to dodge howitzer fire like in that one Malcom In The Middle Episode. All your organs get stolen. You think you’re gonna get an easy payday killing some feral ghouls at a test site and then boom, you’re getting canonized as a saint by a ghoul rocket cult, pouring radioactive coolant out of toy rocket ships into a real rocket ship one at a time. You get tricked into initiating a nuclear strike. Twice. You play a shell-game with human trafficking victims to bluff a guy into thinking he’s pulling a tantalus when it’s really just beef. You’re forced to have conversations with Mormons. You simply get involved in more situation per situation, hands down. Sole survivor’s memoir, I mean, whatever, it’ll be okay. Courier’s memoir? Oh boy