Spinning on this infinite road

wanna make it VERY clear that right now the spam bot blog problem is so severe that I’m currently blocking AND reporting (as spam/bot) all new followers that have: a photo of a person as an icon, less than two lines blog description, and 0 posts.

so for any people who wanna follow me who are a real person, but just so happen to match these three conditions: I’m sorry but you’re indistinguishable from this website’s current pest at a glance, so if you don’t wanna get blocked and reported by accident please consider doing something to your blog to look human.

browneyeslouis:

having a character playlist is like this song is them. this song is who they think they are. this song is their brand of insanity. and this song is about a specific ass situation they were in. this song is about their relationship with another character. that song is about the relationship they would have with another character. this song is them but slightly to the left. this song is totally misinterpreted just to fit them. this song is just their vibesTM. this song is if everything had gone different. this song only has one line that applies to them. and this one has nothing to do with them but i was vibing with it real hard at the same time i fixated on them and now i’m unable to think of it without thinking of them

ichiwashername-o:
“theapatheticstag:
“ turntechdestiel:
“ thedoctor-and-his-trolls:
“ twatsaw:
“ lightsareout:
“ weallhavegunsforhands:
“ setfabulazerstomaximumcaptain:
“ The guy in the sleeping bag wiggling around
I’m weeping
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The two people in the...

ichiwashername-o:

theapatheticstag:

turntechdestiel:

thedoctor-and-his-trolls:

twatsaw:

lightsareout:

weallhavegunsforhands:

setfabulazerstomaximumcaptain:

The guy in the sleeping bag wiggling around

I’m weeping

The two people in the front wearing one shirt.

Are we really not going to talk about the guy in the back who is attached to another guy’s back while spinning?

WHAT ABOUT THE GUY THAT FALLS OUT OF THE WINDOW

WHY IS IT BACK

no you guys don’t understand, not only is this the first harlem shake out there… these guys aren’t normal military. This is “Telemarkbataljonen”. They’re pretty much the Norwegian equivalent of the fucking black ops. My brother knows a guy in this battalion, and when asked what they do there, he looked my brother dead in the eye and said “That is strictly confidential”. These guys are hard as shit, which makes this even more hilarious

Don’t bring this meme back

BRING THIS MEME BACK.

whoosh-whoosh-tardis-noises:

I love googling random words followed by “tardis wiki” because it will define basic terms to you like you are 4, and then follow it up with some of the most meticulously documented and deranged science fiction you have ever read in your entire life.

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Absolute perfection, 10/10

painted-bees:

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A quick, sloppy little comic about Magritte

[Image Description: It’s a vertical comic strip of 14 panels arranged one under the other. The style is realistic, done with sketchy lines in a dark burgundy. It is not colored or shaded and there is no background. The comic features the interactions of a couple, Magritte (also called Margie) and Rafael (also called Raf). Magritte is a young woman, she is wearing a baggy armhole tank top with a tight fitting black top underneath, shorts and boots. She has a messy bun and a small messenger bag slung over her left shoulder. Rafael is her partner, wearing baggy pants, sneakers, fingerless gloves, V-neck t-shirt and an open button-up jacket with a hoodie and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hair has short side with long top bangs and a short goatee.

 (First panel): There’s only Magritte visible from the waist up. Off screen, Raf says to someone else: “Magritte has our tickets.” Magritte is excited, looking straight forward. Her left hand in on her bag’s strap, her right hand rummaging inside her bag. Magritte says: “Yeah! Even made sure to put them in my wallet so that I wouldn’t- uh…”

 (Second panel): She is beginning to look concerned, now with her face turned to her back, both left hand holding the lip to open the bag wider and her right hand still rummaging inside. Magritte says: “wouldn’t forget…. Hang on, it’s not on it’s usual pocket. Haha.” The last is a nervous laughter.

 (Third panel): Magritte is kneeling on the ground. Rafael is standing to the side and behind her, only his feet visible. Magritte looks frantic, searching inside her bag. Her right arm is forearm deep digging in her bag. Magritte says: “It’s definitely here-! It’s the one thing I never forget ‘cus I never take it out of my bag!” Rafael says, firmly: “Margie, when you took it out to put the tickets in, did you put the wallet back in the bag?” The letters are bolded, with the word “back” underlined for emphasis. Magritte says: “Give me some credit, there’s no way I’m that stupid.” The last three words are underlined for emphasis.

 (Fourth panel):  The scene has changed and now Magritte and Rafael are in a car. We see them from the passenger’s side. Rafael is driving, looking straight ahead at the road. Magritte is hunched forward, hugging herself with the left hand. Her right hand is holding her head. She is looking out the passenger window, avoiding Raf.

 (Fifth panel):  Rafael turns slightly to look at Magritte.

 (Sixth panel):  The point of view is now a side profile view from the drivers side. Rafael has his left arm leaning on the open window, his right hand on the wheel. Magritte is hunched over facing the passenger window. Rafael says: “I’m not mad at you, if that’s what you’re worried about.” Magritte says: “I can literally feel your disappointment.”

 (Seventh panel): Back to the passengers side, Rafael is looking at the road. Magritte is frustrated, no longer leaning her head against her right hand and instead her hand is palm upwards. Rafael says: “Well, yes. It is a disappointing situation, but-” Magritte interrupts: “You’d think I’d be able to do the one thing I was asked to do-! That I’d at least learn from the last billion times I forgot shit. Rafael says, quieter: “that’s not where I was going with this…”

(Eighth panel):  Magritte has her right hand holding her face with the palm on her cheek, left hand placing the tips of her fingers on her left temple and eye brows. She is frustrated and angry. Magritte says: "It’s not like I’ve got anything more important rattling around in my brain.  But, for some reason, if it’s not my music, or like…. food or something, then it’s just not a priority. I can’t make myself care enough to make it a priority!”

(Ninth panel): She now has both hands in front of her, elbows bent, finger extended in a vague hand gesture as if there was something in front of her. Magritte says: “I’m an adult in my 20s and I still manage my responsibilities like a child. I’d be more dependable if I could just stop and think for a second, but I’d probably forget to even breathe if it weren’t for the…”

 (Tenth panel): Her frustrated expression turned to confusion. Her hands are still in the air in the same position as before. Magritte says:“… why are we parked?” Her noticing this stopped her rant.

(Eleventh panel): Magritte straightens up and faces the window entirely, left hand crossed over her body to lean on the car door. Rafael, off screen: “Margie.” Magritte says: “Oh.” Magritte’s inner thoughts are written around her. “He stopped the car to scold me. No, not ‘scold’. Don’t be a child about this. He’s disappointed and just needs to make sure you understand so you can do better next ti-”

 (Twelfth panel): Magritte is still looking out the window, but now with a shocked expression. Rafael reached with his right hand, and its now resting gently on her upper back. Rafael interrupts her inner monologue with “I need you to stop repeating the shit your parents and teachers and such yelled at you growing up. They were wrong, and nothing you just said makes sense.”

 (Thirteenth panel):  The perspective switches back to the driver’s side profile. Rafael says: “A poor memory isn’t synonymous with poor priorities. Nor does it speak to a lack of maturity. The priority was there, we just have to build a better habit of checking things before we leave the apartment. Both of us. It’s gonna take time. You afford everyone else a ton of patience, all the time. Can you please afford some for yourself? The situation sucks, we were both looking forward to this. But it’s not the end of the world. We didn’t forget things on purpose. So let’s take it easy and try to end the day on a good note. Alright?” Magritte says: “Okay… c-can we um….”

 (Fourteenth panel): Magritte has turned to face Rafael and her eyes are filled with tears and they’re running down her cheeks.  Rafael looks startled, lifting his arm off Magritte’s back. Magritte says: “Can we get some ice cream on the way back?” Rafael says: “O-of course!” End of description.]


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how to find literally any post on a blog in seconds (on desktop)

caecilius-est-pater:

goatsandgangsters:

there are so many posts about ~tumblr is so broken, you can’t find any post on your own blog, it’s impossible, bluhrblub~

I am here to tell you otherwise! it is in fact INCREDIBLY easy to find a post on a blog if you’re on desktop/browser and you know what you’re doing:

  • url.tumblr.com/tagged/croissant will bring up EVERY post on the blog tagged with the specific and exact phrase #croissant. every single post, every single time. in chronological order starting with the most recent post. note: it will not find #croissants or that time you made the typo #croidnssants. for a tag with multiple words, it’s just /tagged/my-croissant and it will show you everything with the exact phrase #my croissant
  • url.tumblr.com/tagged/croissant/chrono will bring up EVERY post on the blog tagged with the exact phrase #croissant, but it will show them in reverse order with the oldest first 
  • url.tumblr.com/search/croissant isn’t as perfect at finding everything, but it’s generally loads better than the search on mobile. it will find a good array of posts that have the word croissant in them somewhere. could be in the body of the post (op captioned it “look at my croissant”) or in the tags (#man I want a croissant). it won’t necessarily find EVERYTHING like /tagged/ does, but I find it’s still more reliable than search on mobile. you can sometimes even find posts by a specific user by searching their url. also, unlike whatever random assortment tumblr mobile pulls up, it will still show them in a more logically chronological order
  • url.tumblr.com/day/2020/11/05 will show you every post on the blog from november 5th, 2020, in case you’re taking a break from croissants to look for destiel election memes 
  • url.tumblr.com/archive/ is search paradise. easily go to a particular month and see all posts as thumbnails! search by post type! search by tags but as thumbnails now
  • url.tumblr.com/archive/filter-by/audio will show you every audio post on your blog (you can also filter by other post types). sometimes a little imperfect if you’re looking for a video when the op embedded the video in a text post instead of posting as a video post, etc
  • url.tumblr.com/archive/tagged/croissant will show you EVERY post on the blog tagged with the specific and exact phrase #croissant, but it will show you them in the archive thumbnail view divided by months. very useful if you’re looking for a specific picture of a croissant that was reblogged 6 months ago and want to be able to scan for it quickly 
  • url.tumblr.com/archive/filter-by/audio/tagged/croissant will show you every audio post tagged with the specific phrase #croissant (you can also filter by photo or text instead, because I don’t know why you have audio posts tagged croissant) 

the tag system on desktop tumblr is GENUINELY amazing for searching within a specific blog! 

caveat: this assumes a person HAS a desktop theme (or “custom theme”) enabled. a “custom theme” is url.tumblr.com, as opposed to tumblr.com/url. I’ve heard you have to opt-into the former now, when it used to be the default, so not everyone HAS a custom theme where you can use all those neat url tricks. 

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if the person doesn’t have a “custom theme” enabled, you’re beholden to the search bar. still, I’ve found the search bar on tumblr.com/url is WAY more reliable than search on mobile. for starters, it tends to bring posts up in a sensible order, instead of dredging up random posts from 2013 before anything else

if you’re on mobile, I’m sorry. godspeed and good luck finding anything. (my one tip is that if you’re able to click ON a tag rather than go through the search bar, you’ll have better luck. if your mutual has recently reblogged a post tagged #croissant, you can click #croissant and it’ll bring up everything tagged #croissant just like /tagged/croissant. but if there’s no readily available tag to click on, you have to rely on the mobile search bar and its weird bizarre whims) 

One caveat, at least in my experience, is that even the desktop search bar gets weird about indexing words that appear in reblogs of a post but not in either your tags or the original post. So for example if I’m searching for this post:

OP: What’s your favorite thing to put on hot dogs?
1st reblog: I like them with ketchup
tagged: #mustard

The desktop search bar is pretty much guaranteed to find it if I search for “hot dog” or “mustard” but there’s a good chance it will NOT find it if I search for “ketchup”.

If you’re not finding what you’re looking for, you may have better luck doing a google search with as much of the post as you can remember (exact phrasing, key words, author, anything you’ve got) followed by “source:tumblr”

hey tumblr, did you know that i hate you for how you changed blog urls to by default be tumblr. com / url instead of url. tumblr. com? cause i hate you for that so much since the /url forces people to sign in to view the blog unlike the url. version

it’s the most horrible website feature istg

grison-in-space:

lily-on-the-fence:

dysphoria-things:

horenstar:

dysphoria-things:

dysphoria-things:

hi i do not like how some of you people have been using the term ‘egg’ lately. i also hate how you talk to gnc people. thank you.

so ‘egg’ refers to a trans person who has not yet realized they are trans and are in denial. usually one refers to themself in this context. i dont see this happening much to gnc women because its much normaler for a woman to be butch than for a man to be femme. but like.

if you know a man who is more femme. they may very well be a trans woman. and that is for them to figure out on their own. but yall see any man who isnt masc in the slightest bit and go ‘this must be a closeted trans woman’ no. shut up. being a trans woman is more than being a feminine male person. not only do i think youre not normal abt gnc men but i also think you are not normal about trans women.

its incredibly rude to call someone an egg for being gnc. what if we all minded our own business.

When I was in high school, a very close friend of mine used to call me an egg, and honestly? It made it harder to eventually realize that I was trans. I didn’t feel safe exploring being a gnc man, because if I did, I would be called a girl, something that normally wouldn’t bother me, except that it was coming from someone who was serious. They actually meant it, and that caused me to get defensive, and I never realized that I might actually be trans until after I graduated. So, if your friend wears nail polish, or complains about not being able to grow their hair out due to a uniform policy, don’t tell them who they are. No matter what, actually, don’t tell anybody who they are. Literally just let people be who they are. Even if you know who they are more than they do, you don’t actually, so zip it.

when i identified as nonbinary, a lot of people joked that i was a trans guy in denial(i thought calling myself nonbinary was a safer way of being trans and that it meant i wasnt really trans, it was sucky) and it made it so much harder to tell people i was a guy, because i have a general attitude of “if you said i couldnt be this then im going to because fuck you!”

The Egg Prime Directive is a thing for a reason!! Never call someone an egg untill they have cracked, no matter how much you suspect they’re an egg or how long it takes for then to crack!

Figuring out you’re trans is a super personal and disorienting experience. It has to be your own realization or your brain will be like “outside attack, protect!!” You’ll end up entrenching them even further and making cracking harder for them.

Sometimes they’re not an egg, also. Sometimes they’re a nut: they’re incubating something different than you expected, and if you give them a warm, dark, quiet space to grow they’ll sprout rather than hatching. And that, too, is okay.

Sometimes they’re a rock: they might simply crack and reveal a glistening interior that always existed, but which they didn’t feel comfortable sharing with you. That is also okay.

I don’t like “oh well it’s fine if you never TELL them you think they’re an egg” because look, fuck you, no one has more information about what kind of best, truest self a given person might become than that specific person. You do not have all the facts about a person’s interiority. You cannot have those facts. They aren’t yours to know until and unless your friend cracks open and chooses to let you know what’s inside. Not all enigmas in your life have known outcomes, and it is the height of hubris to tell yourself that you can peer inside them without damaging the growth within.

arachnidmafia:

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Here’s an older series of the main digidestined’s digimon that I never finished haha.


Maybe I’ll continue them soon

sketch-elf:

school-of-all-time:

Round Two, Bracket 7

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Westerburg High (Heathers) vs. Eden Academy (Spy x Family)

Westerburg High

Eden Academy

See Results

Hey yo Westerburg!

Tell me what’s that sound?

Here’s comes Westerburg,

Comin’ to put you in the ground!

Go go, Westerburg!

Give a great big yell!

Westerburg will knock you out,

and send you straight to—

corruptimles:
“ * Here comes Napstablook.
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corruptimles:

* Here comes Napstablook.

humming-fly:

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To celebrate the unofficial start of summer a new sticker sheet has been added to my etsy store!

Enjoy the seasonal festivities of BBQ, beach volleyball, and arguing with relative with these, the second most self-indulgent seasonal stickers I’ve ever made~

thefloatingstone:

religion-is-a-mental-illness:

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An interesting demonstration of how the human brain works.

But also something of a lesson regarding perception, and the unreliability of subjective perspective versus objective reality.

You can be extremely certain about how you perceive the world, your “lived experience,” that which you “feel it in my heart.” But that doesn’t mean it’s actually true. And it doesn’t mean we have to endorse it, or ignore or outright deny objective reality.

That’s a “you” thing, not a “we” thing.

shout out to the sound designer who was like “I know exactly what kind of music to whip out for this one!”

lolotehe:

laika-the-bitch:

laika-the-bitch:

in an interesting case of linguistic convergent evolution, the english words scale, scale, and scale are all false cognates of each other

scale as in „to climb“ comes from the latin scala, for ladder.

scale as in the measuring device comes from the old norse skal, for a drinking vessel sometimes used as a weighing device

scale as in the dermal plating on the skin of some fish and reptiles comes from the old french escale, for shell or husk.

Three languages enter, one language leaves.