matthulksmash:

the-nwah-embassy:

its-only-the-rain:

Have you ever wondered how someone meets Santa? Well, you need to follow a very specific ritual to summon him.

Do you have any idea how long I’ve had this queued? Any idea? A year. A fucking year. I don’t even use my queue ever. Ever. This is the only thing I’ve EVER queued. I’ve had this queued for a year so I don’t forget it.

I was fine until the damn Imperial March started.

simonalkenmayer:

theshitpostcalligrapher:

kiranovember:

wouldthatcreationhadformedmeman:

nobodybetterhavethisoneoriswear:

hopelessromanticinspace:

cryoverkiltmilk:

squeeful:

ineptshieldmaid:

marzipanandminutiae:

feels-for-the-fictional:

satanpositive:

Roses are red, that much is true, but violets are purple, not fucking blue.

I have been waiting for this post all my life.

They are indeed purple,
But one thing you’ve missed:
The concept of “purple”
Didn’t always exist.

Some cultures lack names
For a color, you see.
Hence good old Homer
And his “wine-dark sea.”

A usage so quaint,
A phrasing so old,
For verses of romance
Is sheer fucking gold.

So roses are red.
Violets once were called blue.
I’m hugely pedantic
But what else is new?

My friend you’re not wrong
About Homer’s wine-ey sea!
Colours are a matter
Of cultural contingency;

Words are in flux
And meanings they drift
But the word purple
You’ve given short shrift.

The concept of purple,
My friends, is old
And refers to a pigment
once precious as gold.

By crushing up molluscs
From the wine-dark sea
You make a dye:
Imperial decree

Meant that in Rome,
to wear purpura
was a privilege reserved

For only the emperor!

The word ‘purple’,
for clothes so fancy,
Entered English
By the ninth century

.

Why then are voilets
Not purple in song?
The dye from this mollusc,
known for so long

Is almost magenta;
More red than blue.
The concept of purple
is old, and yet new.

The dye is red,
So this might be true:
Roses are purple
And violets are blue

.

While this song makes me merry,
Tyrian purple dyes many a hue
From magenta to berry
And a true purple too.

But fun as it is to watch this poetic race
The answer is staring you right in the face:
Roses are red and violets are blue
Because nothing fucking rhymes with purple.

Originally posted by enjoythebits

Hirple - To limp or walk awkwardly

Cirple - An old Scots word for the hindquarters of a horse

“Roses are red, violets are purple,

My boner for you has caused me to hirple.”

…

My, how romantic!

DYING. I AM DYING.

Calling theshitpostcalligrapher! We need @theshitpostcalligrapher

@kiranovember u better buy this as a commission lmao

This post has evolved.

murallamuerta:

🎁 🎄 🎁

I squealed! X3

aceofintroversion:

fluffyflareon:

ayellowbirds:

hoediac:

the-monochrome-jester:

glitterysquidily:

canidteeth:

waywardfangir1:

iwillregretthistommorrow:

pickled-watermelons:

cyanbabe:

sharky-sharks:

Why do you like sharks?

he walk

Originally posted by pukakke

He cronch

Originally posted by darkandlonelywaters

He roll

Originally posted by sharkart-q-n-a

She give high fin. @lilragekitten

Originally posted by viejospellejos

He gets tummy rubs

Originally posted by huffpost

He get nose rub

Originally posted by viejospellejos

He beauty

Originally posted by ijustlovesharks

He dance

Originally posted by actualjackzimmermann

She do a triple Lutz

He slorp

Originally posted by anoceanloverworld

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runcibility:

I finally have a fursona that I feel comfortable saying is me, and I am getting art of her/me, my first time buying furry art of me, and I got to see a wip sketch earlier today and I can’t help but be giddy as I look at it. It me! X3 heeheehee