chewing on you

tumblr users act like any day now the first weed overdose death is coming

let's all green out together and pass away

I love it when there's artists online who seem to exclusively draw characters who are cute thick anime ladies with hips wider than their shoulders and tits bigger than their heads, in completely nonsexual situations, and comfortable and stylish-looking fairly nonsexualised clothing, where it's clear that the artist evidently started drawing because they were horny, and kept drawing because it's fun. Like sure, an outfit of a nice floral pattern sun dress and cozy sweater didn't need a cleavage window, but the focus of this drawing is so clearly on who this character is and what she's doing, that unless you go out of your way to look for it, you don't really even notice that her tits are literally larger than her head.

Me and my dog post-apocalypse after we find a broken crate of canned peaches washed up on the beach

walter white in his underwear with the pistol readying to face the sirens, quietly to himself: this is my fight song. my walter white song

Intelligent alien species based on bugs but specifically those moths that don’t have mouths and only live for a week after they pupate. This species’ whole conscious life is actually in the larval phase; larvae are the ones considered people, larvae are the ones with conscious and complex brains who build society, and each instar of the larva is treated as a different phase of life. Larvae become emotionally and socially and cognitively mature without ever becoming sexually mature. When they pupate, they metamorphose into something different and strange and close to mindless, with no mouth and no digestive system, whose only instincts are to mate and then quickly die. Metamorphosis is treated, functionally, like a person’s death, and the imago phase is a kind of proto-afterlife of majestic flight and the continuation of the species. Birth and death inextricably intertwined. Sex is not something people do during their lives, it’s a thing that is done as an imago after you’ve passed on from your life but before you return to the soil in death. Resultant eggs are collected by family members to raise. I think this would be fun.