systlin:

sbsrandomshitblog:

patrickat:

thyrell:

ayellowbirds:

scruffsmcgoogle:

prettyboyshyflizzy:

yall southern states got dinosaurs running around and yall make jokes about new york having rats

But they are places to be expected.

NY rats take the subway and be trying to sell their mixtapes and shit.

  1. That’s an Australian accent.
  2. That’s a croc, not a gator—specifically, it’s a big ol’ saltie.
  3. The rats don’t sell mixtapes, you’re thinking of pigeons. The rats play acoustic guitar.

4: those things are way older than dinosaurs

5: Australia still has dinosaurs.

6: The dinosaurs won a war with Australia.

7; that victory wasn’t even close

the-nothing-maker:

when i was a kid, i thought shonen heroes kind of overdid the “friendship is important” thing, but now that i’ve
grown up i find myself tearing up and my heart grows three sizes
sometimes when my friends call me by pet names or just do
the smallest stuff

for me like printing things and like… I’m sorry I doubted you naruto you were right all along my friends ARE my heart

why-bless-your-heart:

putyouinabook:

why-bless-your-heart:

Friendly reminder to not punish yourself for creating. 

Can you elaborate on what you mean by this?

I have a tendency to beat myself up whenever something I make doesn’t meet my expectations (which is always). The result is that finishing something = bad feelings: I am effectively punishing myself for having created something. The natural reaction to this punishment is an aversion to creation, meaning that my perfectionism is harming me, not only by causing me to despise what I do make and by impeding the creative process, but by attacking even my desire to create.

why-bless-your-heart:

putyouinabook:

why-bless-your-heart:

Friendly reminder to not punish yourself for creating. 

Can you elaborate on what you mean by this?

I have a tendency to beat myself up whenever something I make doesn’t meet my expectations (which is always). The result is that finishing something = bad feelings: I am effectively punishing myself for having created something. The natural reaction to this punishment is an aversion to creation, meaning that my perfectionism is harming me, not only by causing me to despise what I do make and by impeding the creative process, but by attacking even my desire to create.

deeranger:

ireneadonovan:

mindscab:

rembrandtswife:

books-and-candy-ples:

the-winter-road:

andersonsallpurpose:

theshitpostcalligrapher:

bold-sartorial-statement:

theshitpostcalligrapher:

themintykid:

systlin:

hiking-viking:

chromalogue:

kirkspocks:

odin is like “when thor was born the sun shone bright upon his beautiful face. i found loki on the sidewalk outside a taco bell”

Oðinn spake:

Bright the sun shone | at the time of Þor’s birth,
And bathed his count’nance fair.
Loki, wolf-father, | the trickster, the liar,
I found on the cold pavement
While returning in glory | from a grand hunt
For a 3 AM quesadilla.

@damn-fuck-i-burnt-myself-again

I need this framed on my wall it’s so beautiful. 

@theshitpostcalligrapher

ay @systlin hmu

@systlin

My husband complained that this was more Shakespeare than Eddas, and I challenged him to do better.

Solen sken, skönt gyllene

Dagen Tor föddes

På trottoaren, vid Taco Bell

Där låg Loke

—KJN

My translation:

The sun shone, sweet golden

The day of Tor’s birth

On the tarmac, by Taco Bell

There lay Loki

(For poetry reasons, Thor needs the Swedish spelling.)

@bold-sartorial-statement

ay yo show ur husband 

@bold-sartorial-statement no but hang on this should be in runes: 

(oops spot the typos)

i wanna translate this into icelandic so imma do it 

Sólin skein, björt og gullin
við fæðingu Þórs
á stígnum við Taco Bell
Þar lá Loki

The amount of quality going into these shitposts is amazing

This is not shitposting, this is transformative work!

And in Danish because why not:

Solen skinnede, skøn og gylden

På dagen for Tors fødsel

På asfalten ved Taco Bell

Dér lå Loke

“LEV MERE (LIVE MAS)”

*Snorts*