beastmegs
I couldn’t resist.
thetristevaguard
caprette
joker-ace
charminglyantiquated
a guy about my age, frat boy type, just stepped off the bus, looked me right in the eyes, and said “i wish things were different.” then walked away. genuinely think it might have been a hallucination
croxovergoddess
croxovergoddess
Gold Model Sheets
(also that GoldPearl doodle because it’s nice)
Made these because I needed the practice but also if you ever wanted to draw your gem/rock/metal with Gold, here are some good refs!
“Weapon” is her cloth
She was a peacekeeper for Yellow Diamond with the power of attraction but after losing her Gold Pearl, she escaped to Earth to find the Crystal Gems with the help of some other gems who served her
jacks-mom
hero-despacito
i dont understand this at all and america scares the fuck out of me
This is the america they don’t want you to see
i love america
This is what you call Waffle House at 2 am when the bars close and everyone is drunk and hungry
*group of people having fun*
this site: wtf this is so scary
People having safe fun at a waffle house is scary for most Tumblr bloggers, reports say.
Some context for those not familiar with Waffle House Culture:
- Waffle House is one of the few chains in America that’s open 24/7/365, and where you can get both breakfast and lunch/dinner options at any time (I have had so many Breakfast Cheeseburgers at Waffle Houses). The food is really good, and people eat there at all times of the day or night, but it’s particularly popular as a late-night post-drinking spot because it’s all that’s open and it’s the kind of food that tastes especially good when you’re hammered.
- Part of Waffle House Protocol is that all the servers and cooks greet every single customer as they come through the door. It sounds lame, but I’ve never been to a Waffle House where that greeting didn’t feel completely heartfelt. My mom is a health nut who could barely find anything on the menu she was willing to eat and yet she describes the Christmas Day lunch we had there one year as one of the nicest meals she’s ever had because everyone was so warm and welcoming. That sense of camaraderie gets turned up to 11, of course, at 2 a.m. when everyone’s shitfaced.
- The jukeboxes have Waffle-House-themed songs on them (once you have heard “Raisins in my Toast” you will be earwormed forever) and there is an arcane system of hash brown ordering: scattered, smothered, covered, chunked, topped, diced, peppered, and/or capped. The hot sauce bottles say “Casa de Waffle.”
- Once, in Oxford (UK), my husband and I walked past a kebab van very late one night and he said “why do I smell Waffle House”
- The location of most Waffle Houses means there’s some… classism that tends to get tied up with Anti-Waffle House Discourse, which is probably lending itself, in part, to this being such a fraught topic. (I’m looking at a map and apparently I was born and raised right in the middle of the Peak Waffle House Density Zone)
- It is, in the words of chef Anthony Bourdain, “indeed marvelous— an irony-free zone where everything is beautiful and nothing hurts; where everybody regardless of race, creed, color or degree of inebriation is welcomed.”
there’s also the Waffle House Index, basically an informal index used by FEMA (the US federal disaster agency) to determine how bad a storm is - green (the waffle house is still open), yellow (waffle house is open with a limited menu), and red (WAFFLE HOUSE IS CLOSED OH MY GOD): https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Waffle_House_Index
ruinedchildhood
