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Your regular reminder that trickle-down economics is a cruel joke designed by the wealthy.

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I am beGGING the ice cream industry to make more non-chocolate options that aren’t sherbet😭 idec if it’s nondairy at this point bc like why the FUCK is there chocolate in my bananas foster ice cream?????? Are you shitting my dick?????

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i just know miss piggy would eat this sabrina carpenter shit up

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one time i took a picture of a tiger at the zoo and the tiger smiled for the picture it was very great and the best picture i’ve ever taken

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He needs a beer

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I wish Mythbusters was still around so we could see them fuck up a Cybertruck

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Leonid Pasternak  (Ukrainian, 1862–1945) - The Torments of Creative Work

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like i'm sorry but we as a fandom have to stay firm on our anti-AI values. we cannot suddenly start giving AI a pass when it's something we "want to see" like destiel kisses. it's not suddenly fine. we're not going to start using AI to make fanfic scenes come to life or audio AI to make characters "say" stuff we want to hear. you have GOT to be firm on your anti-AI stance. if you start making exceptions then suddenly anything will fly. fandom is for real art and creations made by real people. no AI fanfics. no AI art. no AI rendered "bonus" scenes. no AI audio. none of it has a place here.

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I call this the create a new problem technique

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I am obsessed with this botched restoration of a 19th century statue of saint anthony

Look at how yassified he is

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love House MD because House is the MAIN CHARACTER at that hospital and there's no attempt to hide this. as the viewer you are fully aware that those nurses in the elevator are just extras. the boss's entire schedule consists of yelling at him. the head of oncology would rather prescribe him controlled meds and flirt than practice oncology. his team's only desires are to fuck him and strangle him, often at the same time. every other doctor at the hospital might as well be a cardboard cutout.

the walls are glass, the better to see him through. he limps around, commits malpractice, and serves cunt.

long live mid-2000s TV.