the only two ways i can categorize height is if i see something tall i go 'woah, big boy man' and if i see something short i go 'hah.. baby man' and idk what to blame for this. anyway wanna hear about the times ghosts have touched my ass
the only two ways i can categorize height is if i see something tall i go 'woah, big boy man' and if i see something short i go 'hah.. baby man' and idk what to blame for this. anyway wanna hear about the times ghosts have touched my ass
i hate when bitches on twitter show off theor sketch books and its all pristine and none of the pages are like a shitty sketch taking up ¼th of the page and/or scribbles and nothing else
A video essay about a weird, obscure side of tumblr except the farther into the video you get the more obvious it is they’re talking about your blog specifically
Scout tf2 is the epitome of character design because he can be used to represent literally any underwhelming skinny white dude ever
See this man? This man is jerma985. This man is vinny vinesauce. This man is eminem. This man is Jesse Pinkman. This man is the guy who stole the hubcaps straight off your car at a waystation five miles outside of boston city limits. This man is whoever you need him to be but slightly worse. This man is everything you hoped for except shorter. This man is everyone. This man is no one.
This is like the most annoying type of video on YouTube like any type of video formatted in this way even if it’s for a good cause is like nails on a chalkboard to me . Does anyone else know what I’m talking about
adhd is so embarrassing ur basically like “I have to have fun right the fuck now or I’m throwing myself off the roof” 90% of the time and you also have very little control over this
This was the single most important thing for me to start understanding re: my undiagnosed ADHD, and it’s the thing no one tells you except other ADHD sufferers. My brain’s reward system is so broken that boredom rapidly becomes indistinguishable from a depressive episode. There’s no healthy, normal ability to experience something as simply being a little dull–as soon as my brain isn’t getting regular hits of stimulation, I start clawing at the walls. This is what makes working in a structured environment and initiating tasks so difficult for me, not malice or other character flaws.
What makes it worse is that, if you’re like me, when you were growing up, the only way your authority figures knew how to perceive this was “they’re just goofing off,” and therefore, would deprive you of anything remotely stimulating until you’d done your work, thinking that – if it worked like it would with an NT kid, you’d do your work faster so you could get back to having fun.
Instead, they just pulled the plug on any tiny bit of power you had running to your necessary brainwaves and put you into longterm shutdown mode.
But then….you grew up…with only that method for coping ingrained into you. So no matter how much you may know logically, now, that you have to have the “fun/interesting/challenging” cord plugged in for your brain to have any juice at all, you feel guilty for having to plug that in FIRST instead of as a reward for doing Adulting. So you just sit there, unplugged, not getting anything done.
Or maybe that’s just me.
even the most supportive and well meaning people in my life struggle to understand how painful lack of stimulation is, how immobilizing executive dysfunction is, and how i cannot feel satisfaction the way they do. the number of times i’ve been told “won’t it feel so nice to accomplish it and have it off your plate?” and having to explain that i don’t feel relief or pride when i finish a task, just exhaustion, and that’s part of why it’s so hard to even start it
not shipping something bc i think the characters have a cute romantic relationship and think they would actually be good together, more like i enjoy putting them in a relationship in the same way behavioral scientists enjoy putting mice in obstacle courses
Growing up fat, you get made fun of for everything you do, even basic shit like eating and laughing and breathing are funny when you do it because youre fat! And its so hard to not carry that with you as you get older, like I’m still embarassed to eat or dance in front of people or smile in pictures and its ridiculous and I hate it and I wish I was treated with more humanity
Thin people can reblog this btw
they wont tho lmao
I wasn’t a fat kid, but I was always just a little too chunky. “Plump,” my grandma said. I was constantly aware that my body wasn’t the correct size and shape, and afraid of what would happen if I ever did cross that threshold where my weight gave others license to shun and mock me. I *saw* how that treatment affected my fat friends. Now I’m fat and I don’t care if people like it or not, but it pisses me off that kids have to grow up like this.
What we’ve gotta understand is that “the modern Internet is abolishing spaces for adults” and “the modern Internet is abolishing space for children” are compatible phenomena. Neither group is being favoured: the modern Internet is abolishing spaces for adults (i.e., because grown-up topics aren’t advertiser friendly) and the modern Internet is abolishing spaces for children (i.e., because online communities which consist principally of people who have no money are hard to sell things to). The Internet that contemporary corporate interests are trying to build isn’t a space for anyone – it’s the digital equivalent of an Ikea showroom.
Like, when I say that the greater part of contemporary social media is fundamentally hostile to human life, I’m not indulging in hyperbole or constructing an ironic metaphor. I mean that 100% literally.
okay but like. This exact concept is what finally got me to be open about being queer in my day to day.
I was at work. I can’t go into detail about the situation, but someone was outed without their consent. And nobody was saying anything, and it was quiet, so I outed myself, too. So at least neither of us would be alone.
I was worried about the consequences. I’d never considered my identity a secret, but I wasn’t open about it, either. It felt like it wasn’t relevant to my job. If someone asked, I’d tell them, but otherwise, what did it matter?
After the incident, I met privately with a higher up. Told them what had happened and why it wasn’t good, and made some suggestions on what to do in the future to keep everyone safe to be in the closet or out of it on their own terms.
To my absolute amazement, they told me that others had come forwards anonymously to say the same things. Then word spread. Meetings were had. Policy and procedures were put in place. A training course on gender and sexuality was implemented for the very first time.
And of course there were protests- people who dug in their heels and kicked up a fuss and didn’t want to learn about “all that bullshit”, and when those people showed their colors, their superiors realized that they weren’t actually good representatives of the sort of environment they wanted to provide our clients, and a small number were actually let go.
I went to a meeting again the other week. And do you know what happened?
The meeting lead introduced themselves by name and pronouns, and asked everyone to please state their name, and, if they wished, theirs as well.
I was near the front. I introduced myself with He/Him. I thought I’d stand out like a sore thumb and feel like an idiot for hoping for better.
Two people down, someone introduced themselves as They/Them. Someone I’d never spoken much to before.
Then, She/they. At least two “anything fine"s. A he/her.
It was incredible. And it wasn’t even a whole year ago.
There are so many of us, now. Even more, as we teach and learn about ourselves, and it’s not so scary because there are others like us.
I’m not as loud and proud as I hope to be some day, because I’m still scared, a little, but I am here.
And I’ve learned that being openly queer isn’t about just expressing myself for the sake of it, bringing personal details into places it doesn’t matter-
-it’s about telling someone, it’s not just you. I’m in your corner. There are more of us than they think. There is power in numbers, and you are not alone.
Change.org - Petition To Hire 1,000,000 People To Put Their Fingers In The Shoot Hole Of Peoples’ Guns So They Can’t Shoot Them
It’s still gonna shoot… And they’re gonna lose a finger
No. The finger blocks the bullet. We can do this
This is a gun we’re talking about. The projectile is fired using an explosion, not by compressed air of a toy gun or the elastic forces of a sling shot. People would be lucky if they only lost their finger.
The finger blocks it
The finger won’t block it - the shaft is only there for keeping the bullet straight, all the propulsion happens behind the bullet. The bullet would rip through the finger, not that many would actually fit without the victim being a child, and beyond.
The bullet would go forward a little and then hit the finger and stop it’s not that hard to understand
People are going to lose their hands. Go watch Mythbusters. They did an episode on this, the hand fucking exploded.
No, the bullet would start to go but stop at the finger. Thats basic physics. Also hands dont explode normally they did something wrong.
Why the dingleknockers would you even consider sticking your finger in the barrel of a loaded gun?? the amount of force propelling the bullet at that close of range would shatter the finger at the very least; this is a petition for 1,000,000 people to loose the use of their hands. If a bullet explodes the back of a persons skull when they shoot it in their mouth it sure as hell will explode a finger.
No the finger would stop it
I’m loving the idiocy of this post.
Ppl with brains: ummm finger go boom…
Others: no bullet stop. U no kno fisics >:V
no the finger would stop it
You guy who think the bullet would stop at the finger have never shot a gun and can volunteer to it their fingers in the barrel of my 9 mil and I’ll I’ll the trigger and see if it will stop the bullet. Dumdasses
Im enjoying the longevity of tumblrs recontextualization style of humor. a seemingly innocuous post followed by like “posts that a gnome would make” or like “are you a phone”
navy blue was literally named for its use in the BRITISH ROYAL NAVY in the mid-1700’s
maroon is literally an evolution of french marron, meaning chestnut. its a brownish red. like a chestnut.
like, the kids making these memes need to take a fucking elective that isnt a sport. do teenage boys still think that “art is for fags” or something? learn colors, you sound stupid!!!!
This is like hilarious but also stop being pretentious, it’s a perfectly fair comparison to make. Navy blue = a darker and more desaturated blue and maroon = a darker and more desaturated red. The modifier “navy” is so disconnected enough from its roots that it makes sense for it to assume a new contextual meaning. Sure, the name comes from the British navy using it, but what we’re talking about is how it modifies a color.
i do not care how pretentious i sound, this joke is picking the lowest-hanging fruit ive ever seen. its LAZY.
it comes across as “haha look at this funny r/showerthoughts post i saw!!! so relatable, am i right fellow non-artists?”
itsa low effort joke aimed at people who could not be paid to give a shit about trying any artistic medium, but lose their mind over a notebook sketch someone does in 15 minutes and scream “I WISH I COULD DRAW LIKE YOU” as if it doesnt take years of practice; like the artist was born with an “artistic gene” or some bullshit
all i ask is that people try just a little bit more to not sound dumb when theyre trying to be funny
This guy thinks it’s an insult to artists where as I’m pretty sure a sizable amount of the notes on this post are artists saying ‘’YEAH THAT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE!! NAVY RED!!’’
if you don’t know the name origin of every single color ever then you aren’t an artist
and mustard is navy yellow
the navy trifecta: navy blue, maroon, and mustard. this leads into a gateway to a whole new color spectrum: the navy color wheel
Things NOBODY told me about being an adult that I wish they had:
When you get to the top of the river you’re going to want to find a shallow stretch of riverbed with relatively calm water and sediment pieces that are gravel sized, not cobble, sand or mud. This is critical; test it with your nose if you’re not sure! when you have this, you’re going to want to flip on your side and slap the gravel as hard as you can with your tail to dislodge it; you’re gonna want to alternate between digging the spot out and doing some more slapping until you’ve got a nice little cone shaped depression for the eggs.
blocking a mutual-in-law you find annoying is a move I fully support but imagine trying to do that irl. like hi aunt myrna would you like to come to my thanksgiving dinner? we would LOVE to have you there. btw your loser husband jeff is not allowed in he has to stand outside the door the whole time
Things NOBODY told me about being an adult that I wish they had:
When you get to the top of the river you’re going to want to find a shallow stretch of riverbed with relatively calm water and sediment pieces that are gravel sized, not cobble, sand or mud. This is critical; test it with your nose if you’re not sure! when you have this, you’re going to want to flip on your side and slap the gravel as hard as you can with your tail to dislodge it; you’re gonna want to alternate between digging the spot out and doing some more slapping until you’ve got a nice little cone shaped depression for the eggs.
I know it’s been a couple of months, but I do well and truly hate the way clicking on people’s urls works now. It’s impossible to get rid of stupid additions to otherwise good posts now because you can’t just click on the url of the previous addition and/or op and get their version of the post now since you’re shot to the top of their blog instead. And 99% of the time when I come across an otherwise good post with a stupid addition on the end that I now can’t get rid of, I just don’t reblog the post. Tumblr has actively disincentivized user engagement with this shitty UI change
I heard that you said to another anon that we are fucks. I'm not a fuck, I'm really more of a crap or maybe a shit. Please don't stereotype us anons, it's rude.
okay, you know what? Running away shouldn’t be a crime. It shouldn’t be dangerous, either. Any kid should be able to leave their parents if they want, for any reason. No I’m not kidding.
“But Rue, where will these kids stay? Do you want them on the streets?”
of course not. In an ideal world, a kids would have multiple adults other than their parents they could look to for care, but I recognize that that will never be a reality for every single child. So: youth shelters, if they have nowhere else to go. There should be clean, warm shelters where anyone under 18 can stay for as long as they need, no questions asked. (And of course shelters that aren’t just for kids, but we’re talking about youth rights right now)
“But Rue,” I hear you say, “what if some moody teenager runs away after an argument?”
First of all, I’d rather a thousand moody teenagers run away than one abused child be trapped. Second, so what if one does? A kid needs time away from their parents, so they leave. The vast majority of them will get some time to cool down and then go back home, and if they don’t want to go back, period? Then nine times out of ten, they have a good reason. (Because yes, as hard as it is for you to believe, kids are humans who have common sense.)
“Okay, but what about the one time out of ten the kid doesn’t have a good reason?”
Then the kid doesn’t have a good reason. It doesn’t change anything. If someone wants to break up with their partner because of something stupid, you wouldn’t say they legally shouldn’t be able to. (And if you would, then you’re just a bad person.) No one should have to be in a relationship, romantic or otherwise, that they don’t want to be in.
okay, you know what? Running away shouldn’t be a crime. It shouldn’t be dangerous, either. Any kid should be able to leave their parents if they want, for any reason. No I’m not kidding.
“But Rue, where will these kids stay? Do you want them on the streets?”
of course not. In an ideal world, a kids would have multiple adults other than their parents they could look to for care, but I recognize that that will never be a reality for every single child. So: youth shelters, if they have nowhere else to go. There should be clean, warm shelters where anyone under 18 can stay for as long as they need, no questions asked. (And of course shelters that aren’t just for kids, but we’re talking about youth rights right now)
“But Rue,” I hear you say, “what if some moody teenager runs away after an argument?”
First of all, I’d rather a thousand moody teenagers run away than one abused child be trapped. Second, so what if one does? A kid needs time away from their parents, so they leave. The vast majority of them will get some time to cool down and then go back home, and if they don’t want to go back, period? Then nine times out of ten, they have a good reason. (Because yes, as hard as it is for you to believe, kids are humans who have common sense.)
“Okay, but what about the one time out of ten the kid doesn’t have a good reason?”
Then the kid doesn’t have a good reason. It doesn’t change anything. If someone wants to break up with their partner because of something stupid, you wouldn’t say they legally shouldn’t be able to. (And if you would, then you’re just a bad person.) No one should have to be in a relationship, romantic or otherwise, that they don’t want to be in.
Why did I spell Rasputin like that??? How do you even mess up that name that badly???
You were overtaken by the ghost of Rasputin himself, and he was so excited about the concept of posting something on the internet that he forgot his to spell his own name.
Ah, dang it, I got possessed AGAIN?!!! I gotta make some calls.
