so the other movie I finally watched this weekend wasBridesmaidsand this is the result.
Bridesmaids in MY Avengers?
Yes.
Very yes.
I seriously just busted out laughing at this. I love you for this, I really do.
(via thewrongkhristol)
planetvalium: Stemonitis fusca- Slime mold
This is such a cute mold!
We had something similar looking in our yoghurt once.
JAMIE LOOK THEY’RE ADORABLE! YOU SHOULD DRAW THEM DOING IT!! 8D
YES. ALL OF THE YES.
(Source: madeleineishere)
victoriansilurianlesbianthespian:
I’ve seen a couple of other artists re-imagine Tangled in India, and thought I’d have a crack at it myself. SO MUCH FUN
Canon for me now.
they literally could have just done this. pisses me off that they didn’t.
I would have loved this!
DUDE. Ranveer Singh and Anushka should voice the characters.
(via fuckyeahethnicwomen)
Sheggplant Homes and John Sweetson
I…I don’t even know anymore.
Sherlock/Portal
I can’t be the only person who thought of this while watching the Hound of the Baskervilles.
Holy motherfuck
I think I just stopped breathing
What…
AHHHHH.
okay. okay.
I approve of this. Tablet, you know what we need to do.
(via gautree)
ha!
time enough for love…IN YOUR PANTS.
oh, thank you, heinlein.
Namaah’s Kiss…in your pants. :D
Right to Ride … in your pants.
Theory Toolbox: Critical Concepts for the New Humanities…in your pants.
The Sadeian Woman…IN YOUR PANTS
Catching Fire IN YOUR PANTS
Ahaha.
Surrealism and the Crisis of the Object in Your Pants.
Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy in your pants
or
So Long, and Thanks for all the Fish in your pants
Vold’s Theoretical Criminology in your pants
(Guess who bought textbooks today?!)
or
The Game in your pants
Brave New World in your pants
He’s a Stud, She’s a Slut in your pants
Eye of the Majestic Creature in your pants.
(Source: aiiim)
so, apparently the path to slowly becoming tumblr-famous is paved with completely absurd fan art creation.
CHALLENGE ACCEPTED, INTERNET.
Thomas Eakins, The Gross Clinic, 1875
From the Philadelphia Museum of Art:
Dr. Samuel D. Gross appears in the surgical amphitheater at Jefferson Medical College, lit by the skylight overhead. Five doctors (one of whom is obscured by Dr. Gross) attend to the young patient, whose cut left thigh, bony buttocks, and sock-clad feet are all that is visible to the viewer. Chief of Clinic Dr. James M. Barton bends over the patient, probing the incision, while junior assistant Dr. Charles S. Briggs grips the patient’s legs and Dr. Daniel M. Appel keeps the incision open with a retractor. The anesthetist (Dr. W. Joseph Hearn) holds a folded napkin soaked with chloroform over the patient’s face, while the clinic clerk (Dr. Franklin West) records the proceedings. A woman at the left, traditionally identified as the patient’s mother, cringes and shields her eyes, unable to look. Confident of the outcome of the operation, Dr. Gross calmly and majestically turns to address his students, including the intent figure of Thomas Eakins, who is seated at the right edge of the canvas.
