Tumgik
waterme-stories · 5 hours
Photo
I love him so much!! Thank you 😍 You knocked him out of the park <3 <3 <3
Tumblr media
Willy Van Rooy in Yves Saint Laurent Fur Coat, photographed by Hans Feurer for ELLE Magazine Spring/Summer, 1971
1K notes · View notes
waterme-stories · 5 hours
Text
Tumblr media
Saw a picture of Logan with a Garfield backpack, was overcome by the urge to draw it
4K notes · View notes
waterme-stories · 8 hours
Text
very cute that both people and animals tilt their heads when confused
24K notes · View notes
waterme-stories · 9 hours
Text
Tumblr media
DC is not beating the superbat allegations
924 notes · View notes
waterme-stories · 10 hours
Text
Tumblr media
12K notes · View notes
waterme-stories · 11 hours
Text
It annoys me unreasonably when you want to ask people "what bird and what mammal would make the worst gryphon" as a fun thought exercise, and people with no joy and no imagination always interpret it as "a gryphon that sucks, is physically impossible, and would hate being alive", and - being predictable and lacking in imagination - always, always answer with "a hummingbird and a blue whale lol".
Like come on. Why do you have to suck the fun out of everything. Why not use a fraction of imagination and delightful whimsy. Imagine the combination of a mouse and a sparrow. That creature would be merciless, burtal, absolutely determined to get into your trash and has the power of both wings and hands to do its will. Or a crow and a cat - that thing is smart enough to fuck with people and not afraid to do it. Imagine the ungodly shriek of the noble fox-seagull, also determined to get into your trash.
A gryphon that is a combination of a kangaroo and a cassowary. The only proof we have of a loving god is the fact that those things do not exist. If hell is real, it's full of them. That thing can't fly, but it will run you down, it will kill you, and you will look stupid the whole entire time you're dying.
Why would the first thing that pops into your mind at the words "the worst gryphon" automatically be "a gryphon that hates being alive". Can you not picture a gryphon that fucking loves being alive, and has both the power and the will to make it everyone else's problem.
32K notes · View notes
waterme-stories · 12 hours
Text
Tumblr media
8K notes · View notes
waterme-stories · 12 hours
Text
*booking an mri* what if I accidentally have a pacemaker. what if I got secret bone surgery and forgot about the pins
25K notes · View notes
waterme-stories · 13 hours
Text
Tumblr media
1K notes · View notes
waterme-stories · 14 hours
Text
Last week I accidentally took an edible at 10x my usual dose. I say “accidentally” but it was really more of a “my friend held it out to my face and I impulsively swallowed it like a python”, which was technically on purpose but still an accident in that my squamate instincts acted faster than my ability to assess the situation and ask myself if I really wanted to get Atreides high or not.
Anyway. I was painting the wall when it hit. My friend heard me make a noise and asked what was wrong—I explained that I had just fallen through several portals. I realized that painting the wall fulfilled my entire hierarchy of needs, and was absolutely sure that I was on track to escaping the cycle of samsara if I just kept at it a little longer. I was thwarted on my journey towards nirvana only by the fact that I ran out of paint.
Seeking a surrogate act of humble service through which I might be redeemed and made human, I turned to unwashed dishes in the sink and took up the holy weapon of the sponge. I was partway through cleaning the blender when it REALLY hit.
You ever clean a blender? It’s a shockingly intimate act. They are complex tools. One of the most complicated denizens of the kitchen. Glass and steel and rubber and plastic. Fuck! They’ve got gaskets. You can’t just scrub ‘em and rinse them down like any other piece of shit dish. You’ve got to dissemble them piece by piece, groove by sensitive groove, taking care to lavish the spinning blades with cautious attention. There’s something sensual about it. Something strangely vulnerable.
As I stood there, turning the pieces over in my hands, I thought about all the things we ask of blenders. They don’t have an easy job. They are hard laborers taking on a thankless task. I have used them so roughly in my haste for high-density smoothies, pushing them to their limits and occasionally breaking them. I remembered the smell of acrid smoke and decaying rubber that filled the kitchen in the break room the last time I tried to make a smoothie at work—the motor overtaxed and melted, the gasket cracked and brittle. Strawberry slurry leaked out of it like the blood of a slain animal.
Was this blender built to last? Or was it doomed to an early grave in some distant landfill by the genetic disorder of planned obsolescence? I didn’t know, and was far too high to make an educated guess. But I knew that whatever care and tenderness and empathy I put into it, the more respect for the partnership of man and machine, the better it would perform for me.
This thought filled me with a surge of affection. However long its lifespan, I wanted it to be filled with dignity and love and understanding. I thought: I bet no one has hugged this blender before. And so I lifted it from its base.
A blender is roughly the size and shape of a human baby. Cradling one in your arms satisfies a primal need. A month ago I was permitted to hold an infant for the first time in my life, an experience which was physically and psychologically healing. I felt an echo of that satisfaction holding my friend the blender, and the thought of parting with it felt even more ridiculous than bringing it with me to hang out on my friend’s bed.
37K notes · View notes
waterme-stories · 15 hours
Photo
Tumblr media
Both were filled at the same time with the same water, only one had oysters.
264K notes · View notes
waterme-stories · 16 hours
Text
Tumblr media
to be loved. <3
204 notes · View notes
waterme-stories · 17 hours
Text
Tumblr media
It is Said of muad'dib that He Liked fucking with plants
1K notes · View notes
waterme-stories · 17 hours
Text
Tumblr media
is this ur pet?
(If feyd lived to be prisoner of Atreides
387 notes · View notes
waterme-stories · 17 hours
Text
Tumblr media
67K notes · View notes
waterme-stories · 17 hours
Text
Tumblr media
Come get your drinks at QUARK’S!
unfortunately, Quark is understaffed this evening and has to run tables himself. he’s not happy, but at least he’s fabulous.
(prints in progress!)
So, whatcha having?
2K notes · View notes
waterme-stories · 18 hours
Text
Tumblr media
Feast your eyes on our brand new DC Make It Poly Week bingo card!
See your poly group up here? Or looking for a new poly to fit a trope above? Inspired by one of our prompts to write that fic/sketch that art/make that manip?
We want to see all your best (and worst) polys for DC Make It Poly Week, from 14th July to 20th July 2024. Show us what makes your poly's dynamic simply irresistible.
More info: Rules | FAQs
Based off this poll by sassysnowperson.
85 notes · View notes