i wanna squish ur cheeks
My art is under the tag 'sometimes chickens art'. I'm Pro-ta-go-nist on Deviantart and EggnogDrunkard on fanfiction.net.

It is an age-old secret that people make better decisions between 1 and 2 cups of wine- being a little inebriated makes you feel like anything is possible, and I have witnessed many historical events, gently swaying from side to side. In other words, this is an art/drabble dump blog, products of my fuzzy mind. Slightly worrying, to be honest.

I'm an
INFP. Which of course, stands for Infinitely Neurotic Flying Panda. Because when chickens are drunk, they are pandas which can fly.


A very accurate depiction of a cat owner.




i love when old people figure out how to do something on a computer that’s actually really simple but to them it’s like 


wwhere is grambnda going???? help her

goodbye grandma



*mic drop*



it sounds so fucking arrogant when you call yourself pretty like that lmao




But I am pretty look at me im so pretty it’s not arrogance when it’s literally just a fact im so pretty



I like this.

If a man tells you you’re pretty, it’s supposed to be this amazing gift you cherish forever.

If you tell a man you’re pretty, you’re a horrible, shallow, awful person and it isn’t true.



this photo makes me feel like someone traveled to an alternate dimension and brought back something that shouldnt exist



MONSTERS AND MAGIC | The Decadent Intellectuals

None of them really seems to read much anymore. For intellectuals, they’re awfully lazy - light on the books, heavy on the alcohol. Post-intellectuals might be a better term for it, or so the professor obsessed with terminology might argue. But isn’t that just another way to prolong the ennui?

That’s the problem with intellectualism. Reasoned discourse turns meta, turns into meta of meta. Knowledge becomes an assumption. You stop being able to pinpoint where exactly you learned what. You forget to source your content. You end up spending long weekends on the river, wine-hazed and trying to remember how that sonnet ends, the one about the Bacchantes becoming the night.

You’ll never be a Bacchante, not in this culture. Go on. Keep critiquing; keep running logical circles around your own personality. It’s your life to waste.

#we can say this is inspired by tsh but really it’s also the goldfinch; the magicians; #frankie landau-banks; the angel’s game; the riot club #the emperor’s club; dead poet’s society; kill your darlings #i could go on #this is quickly becoming the most popular trope in media written and consumed primarily by white people #it’s almost as if white people hate having privilege but aren’t willing to give it up; we’ve become meta-privileged#we’ve started writing media that treats privilege like a terrible affliction of the soul #as if being born into privilege dooms us to ennui and decadence; as if that means we’re actually not privileged#so we romanticise the decay of our society because we’re unwilling to confront it #and that’s terrible #and that’s why this is part of a series about monsters #because this trope contains no monsters and all humans; and humans are so much worse when they have nothing holding them back#this trope is why we need monsters (mythandrists)



Science has been severely misrepresented by authors. If you want to write about scientific worldviews accurately, here are some tips.

  • If a scientist saw something supernatural and could be assured it existed, they wouldn’t scream “that’s impossible!” or try to destroy it…



the best pranks are the super harmless ones

like why would you pull someones pants down in public or like put them in danger or humiliate them when you can just baffle them by leaving tiny plastic camels all over their house or taping bill cosby’s face over every single face in  every picture in their house?

Last year the seniors had a mariachi band follow the principle for 3 hours