@poppytheaxolotl

Oh his gun is PIINKKK

The Amazing Spider-Man (1963) #239

BONUS:

A random day in the life of Peter Parker: hero by day, hot mess by night...

I love women /nx

Older than history itself

What if the oldest vampire was a Neanderthal girl 🤔

I hate it when you tell me not to worry about it

When you tell me not to do the one thing I'm good at, not to give you the one thing I have to offer. If not this, then what? What do I have to give? I don't have your talent, your skill, your usefulness. I know you mean well, but when you say not to worry, what I hear is I'm replaceable. I don't need to give you the one thing I treasure, the one thing I rely on to show my dedication and care, because you can get something else without me.

Then what am I here for?

@moreover-clover @aceing-on-the-cake

This specifically goes to our discord server and any other young people struggling to get out of emotionally abusive situations, cause we goddamn deserve it

Maybe this will summon him to me

weighted blankets arnt really working for me anymore i need to be crushed via boyfriend cuddles

ITS FUCKING PRIDEEEEE

SUIDAE FuRRIES HELL YEAH

AND THEYRE LESBIANS?? AMAZING

ppl wanted more Butch Pig and Femme Boar ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ…

Why the fuck did oop censor Walmart

God I fucking hate Olaf the snowman so fucking much holy shit. Holy shit, every frame he's in, every scene, every gif, every jpeg, he's got this painfully vacant, stupid as shit, fuckass look on his stupid lumpy face. Absolutely no part of his ugly as sin piece of shit character design is endearing. His stupid fucking legs? Who the hell makes a snowman with legs. His dumb flaily fucking twig arms? His shitty, lumpy bastard head? The three thousand percent unnecessary dumbass shitass fucking SNOW BUCK TOOTH that no snowman has EVER FUCKING HAD IN tHE HISTORY OF GOD'S GREEN FUCKING EARTH? God, I hate him. I hate him so much. So FUCKING much. Every time I see a stuffed toy Olaf or an Olaf gif or a shitty goddamn commercial, it ignites my primal rage response and I'm overcome by the need to punt this shitty little homunculus into the fucking sun. "Bhurr blur, I'm Olaf the fuckshit snow fucker, I like warm hugs". Fuck you. Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you. You look like Tow Mater summoned a patronus. Your dumb fucking twig hair makes your whole shitty head look like a hairy skin tag. I hate your dumb fucking lumpy carrot nose and your stupid, empty googly eyes and your over-the-top goofy ass upbeat asshole personality. Any scene he's sad it invokes all the wrath and fury of a spoiled child having a meltdown over a chocolate bar in a w*lmart checkout line. And I know its irrational. That's the worst part. I know he's just a shitty fucking side character in a stupid fucking children's movie, I know it doesn't matter, I know I shouldn't care. But that's part of the problem. The part where no matter the might and fury of my hatred, the locus of my homicidal intent is alltogether inconsequential. I find myself laying awake in the dark in the early hours of the morning consumed by the spirit of Wrath itself, all the force and might of a flaming hurricane directed at a bottle of piss in a ditch by the highway. The absurdity of it all burns me to my core. What better things could this energy be directed towards? And yet my disdain for this stupid, useless, insubstantial failure of endearing character design utterly eclipses the intrigue of all other pursuits. I hate him. I hate him on a level of my mind reserved for the worst of the world's array of sinners, and I can't even begin to justify it. Shitstick the snow dick is, for all intents and purposes, the animated corpse of all of humanity's saccharine pretenses- every condescending, passive-aggressive statement of meaningless upper middle class suburban drama distilled into a single, hateable form. The fucking. Fuck. I have no words. There is no cuss or epithet in any language that can encapsulate the height of the emotions I am experiencing. God, I hate him so much. I hate him so, so fucking much. I want to light his ugly little dumpster body on fire. I want to graphically beat him to death with his own stupid fucking nose. I want to punch him to death. You know that weird feeling you get, when you see a picture of something so cute you find yourself overcome with the bizarre, inexplicable urge to squeeze it? It's EXACTLY like that, except instead of cuteness it's disgust. The wordless knowledge that his existence as a fictional work is evidence of all the failures of mankind. I find myself possessed by the will of a Holy Angel gone rogue with the belief that God has made a mistake, and I alone must correct it. This is the trial by which Samael himself fell from grace. This wild, meaningless rage. A thousand blades of shining steel cast with inhuman force in the direction of a plastic grocery bag floating on a breeze. What horrors must I have committed in a past life to be plagued by this torment now? I must Unmake this fictional snowman

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Art spam cause im bored

This is a bunch of concept art for my series, The Five. I've been working on it since literally elementary school, but only recently started actually writing and further conceptualizing it. Picture a combo of Voltron Legendary Defender and She-Ra PoP with magical girl transformations and angsty aliens