#krill rambles

I love you, fandom renditions of classical paintings. I don’t even know who your beloved blorbos are half the time but whenever I see a depiction of two anime characters embracing a la Gustav Klimt’s The Kiss or scroll past a gorgeous illustration of a hauntingly beautiful, angrily weeping twink in the style of Alexandre Cabanel’s The Fallen Angel you just KNOW I’m letting out a “yippee!” and clicking my gay little heels together

“actually op was lying for notes SO” so what? do you think i come to tumblr, a casual blogging website on the internet, to listen to board tested & reviewed personal stories? do you think I sit there patiently, tapping a merry little tune, as the op gets cross-examined by the tumblr jury to ensure they aren’t lying under oath? do you think your blorbos and bleebees will be tarnished if they exist on the same dash as a tall tale?

I’m sorry milord, but the peasants are nailing erotic artwork of you and your court jester to the church doors again

So Lilo & Stitch (2025) ends with Nani leaving Lilo behind in order to go study marine biology. In California. When Hawaiʻi, where the film takes place, is an island rich with diverse marine life that has its own institute for the study of marine biology. Hm.

in some alternate universe there’s a game where the player explores an abandoned cyberpunk world populated by highly evolved cats whilst playing as a small roomba with a knife strapped to it

Maybe the real Fallout was all the atomic bombs we dropped along the way