bewbin:

*cuts hair* 

*hair cuts back*

penicillium-pusher:

I think I may be gayer than originally planned

kid:

My Childhood.

I’m sorry,
The Emperor’s New what?

asgardian-impala:

THIS IS THE SMOOTHEST THING I’VE EVER SEEN HTE FRICK

silentorchidstudio:

plenilune:

PHOTOS FROM THE GIANT ROCK SPACECRAFT CONVENTION, HELD IN LANDERS, CALIFORNIA, FROM THE 1950S THROUGH THE 1970S

so, back in the ’30s this dude built a home all alone in the middle of the Mojave Desert inside of a GIANT ROCK because he wanted to be left alone with his radio antennae forever. the police thought he was a spy because of this GIANT ANTENNA ROCK IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DESERT but he wasn’t, he just didn’t want to talk to people ever. after his unfortunate death, his literal only friend George Van Tassel took over his GIANT ROCK HOUSE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DESERT because it seemed like a super cool place to indulge in his primary hobby, telepathically communicating with alien life. so he moved in and ended up building a small restaurant, an airstrip, and an EXTRATERRESTRIAL RESEARCH CENTRE he called “THE INTEGRATRON”, which supposedly was capable of anti-gravity, rejuvenation, and, uh, time travel, thanks to the generous efforts of some aliens on Venus.

and then he started holding a convention there. which he called THE GIANT ROCK SPACECRAFT CONVENTION and from these photos it looks AMAZING. it went on for twenty years and was the dream pilgrimage of UFO enthusiasts p. much until the dude’s death, drawing 11,000 visitors at its peak. after Van Tassel’s death, there was talk of turning ~THE INTEGRATRON~ into a disco, but this never actually came to be, which is tragic, because I would love to go to that disco. it is still there, though, and the current owners use it to give tourists something called “sound baths”. the GIANT ROCK is also still there, but it very ominously split in half in 2000 and is now covered in graffiti.

so there you have it. my new very favourite thing that ever happened in the whole world.

That is fantastic! And odd coincidence that I should see it on my dash today.

I’m reading an old, Honey West detective novel right now (Girl on the Loose, published in 1958.) While following a suspect, Honey trails him to a UFO convention in the Mojave desert. I thought it was just a cool place to set a scene, but now you’re saying it’s real?! That is awesome!

accioslothsplease:

They let me choose the music for the entire cosmetics department today so I chose a relatively normal playlist on my ipod and of course I’m in the middle of applying a customer’s eyeliner when FIYERRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

i nearly stabbed the lady’s eye out

trippiest:

what a beautiful day to not be in high school

briannacherrygarcia:

More toned paper sketches! Done with Col-Erase pencil, ebony pencil, white colored pencil, and gouache. 

oddbagel:

jaxtellerhelps:

tuckedshirts:

pretendersrpa:

slippingintoacomabored:

traumacomplex:

no but imagine the tally marks turning black if their love is requited.

and then imagine the tally marks becoming a scar when the one they love dies.

Imagine someone with no tally marks meeting someone with 50 tally marks

Imagine someone with no tally marks starting to like someone with all tally marks scarred 

imagine aromantics with no tally marks laughing at this tally mark bullshit system
imagine someone afraid of being in love suddenly getting a tally mark
imagine someone married with a single nice black tally mark has a new one just appear
imagine someone with a single scarred mark that refuses to love again gets a new mark and it’s black
imagine someone who falls in love too easily having a lot of marks
imagine nurses at old people homes taking care of people with scarred marks, black marks, and no marks

Imagine a dolphin with human legs. Like a normal fucking dolphin except it gets up and walks around on human legs. Wouldn’t that be fucking nuts. Just my contribution to this post.

oddbagel:

jaxtellerhelps:

tuckedshirts:

pretendersrpa:

slippingintoacomabored:

traumacomplex:

no but imagine the tally marks turning black if their love is requited.

and then imagine the tally marks becoming a scar when the one they love dies.

Imagine someone with no tally marks meeting someone with 50 tally marks

Imagine someone with no tally marks starting to like someone with all tally marks scarred 

imagine aromantics with no tally marks laughing at this tally mark bullshit system

imagine someone afraid of being in love suddenly getting a tally mark

imagine someone married with a single nice black tally mark has a new one just appear

imagine someone with a single scarred mark that refuses to love again gets a new mark and it’s black

imagine someone who falls in love too easily having a lot of marks

imagine nurses at old people homes taking care of people with scarred marks, black marks, and no marks

Imagine a dolphin with human legs. Like a normal fucking dolphin except it gets up and walks around on human legs. Wouldn’t that be fucking nuts. Just my contribution to this post.

myherocomplex:

aleksandarhohenberg:

queen elizabeth wasnt allowed to climb stairs by herself growing up so when she became queen she ran up and down the stairs because no one could stop her

I don’t even care if it’s true it should be

blazeberg:

I’m freaking out I don’t usually reblog this stuff but this is like incredible

rnikan:

SO AT WORK TODAY I WALKED IN AND MY MANAGER WAS ON THE GROUND CRYING AND I WAS LIKE KIM WHAT’S WRONG AND SHE POINTS TO THE ORDER SCREEN AND IT SAYS WE NEED TO MAKE 2000 PIZZAS BY 6 PM SO I CALLED THE GUY AND HE WAS LIKE “I MEANT TO ORDER 20 PIZZAS OH MY GOD I’M SO SORRY I’M ON MOBILE” AND I’VE NEVER LAUGHED THAT HARD IN MY ENTIRE LIFE

“To be, …OR NAH?”

—William Shakespeare (via ora-le)
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