averypottermormon:

commandtower-solring-go:

jemthecrystalgem:

6qubed:

6qubed:

silvermarmoset:

the new batch of love for john mulaney here on tumblr has got me thinking how critical costume design is once again. john mulaney is a good comedian, but so much of his power comes from how his humor plays off how he’s dressed. we don’t expect a man dressed like a 1960s news announcer, all clean scrubbed and tight-wound professional, to describe in minute detail the visit where a doctor shoved a hand up his ass. imagine any iconic john mulaney set but given in jeans and a t-shirt, and is it as funny? i don’t think so. his humor spreads like wildfire on this website because the image of a man in a buttoned-up shirt and a tie and slicked back hair with fairly narrow lapels on his three-piece suit is fucking hysterical when paired with “years later I’d be in college about to go down on some
rockin’ twink and i’d be like what would leonard bernstein do”

well I do recall a comedian telling about how he accidentally joined the russian mafia on a school trip in college, and this was made more believable by the fact that he was shirtless with a beer belly while telling this story

since someone asked

Frick thank you so much

THE MACHINE

I AM THE MACHINE

mydogsnokes:

thorinsexenshield:

tea-inthetardis:

bugsinricepudding:

i’m looking for a romantic way to say i hope you think about me when you masturbate sometimes

In the deepest, calmest hours of the night when you have naught but your own company, I hope my image fills you with bliss.

Wow.

wtf that sounds like something a 90 year old barn owl would say. if someone said that to me i would never masturbate again for the rest of my life

theladyoftheblog:

theladyoftheblog:

i think a lot about that calvin & hobbes strip where they find a trickle of water and calvin is like “i guess we have the afternoon booked solid” or smth. i just really miss that. when you’re a kid and you get completely involved in small things without any real purpose. i remember when i was a kid i used to observe ants for long stretches of time, not doing anything, just looking at them work. there was no anxiety or guilt over being so idle, and very small things could hide a world of enchantment. i just really really miss that feeling.