im glad chappell roan has told ppl to fuck off lol like im sick of watching this cycle where people commodify artists and deify them and then denounce them and destroy them. can you people not just have a normal fucking relationship with art. artist makes the thing you like, you consume the art. consume it with friends! consume it a thousand times over! memorise every word of it start a blog about it tattoo it on your goddamn body! but you aren’t entitled to the artist themselves! they are not your special interest, they are not your political avatar, they are not your best friend, they are just some rando and so are you, and that’s fine. empowering even. stop worrying about what taylor swift’s favourite breakfast cereal is and think about yours
for the last time i DON’T have ADHD!!!!!!! i’m just always daydreaming because of my whimsical nature, i make impulse decisions because i love spontaneity, i forget things from before because i live in the now, i get everywhere late because i’m a free spirit, my place is a mess because i’m a creative type, and i’m tapping my foot because i’m feeling the rhythm of life babey! what do you MEAN you found my wallet in the oven
one time i was in an olive garden bathroom and my packer fell out of my shorts and this ten year old boy just looked at me with absolute terror and without thinking i said “that’s what happens when you don’t eat your vegetables” later i saw him eating salad at a speed no human should be capable of
i am so absolutely utterly scared that my insane grandfather in his 80s who runs miles every morning is going to leave me a bird in his will and i am especially scared he is going to leave me a large cockatoo named “captain hook”. hook has been trying to make me his child bride since i was like 6 years old and every time i see him again which has only been a couple times with decades in between hook is like “you. it’s always been you. ever since you were born i’ve known we were meant to be” captain hook you are a bird and i am a LESBIAN and i don’t WANT an eternal sentinel captain HOOK!!!!!!!
As someone with a parrot, you have got to get yourself disinherited by any means possible.
badges would be so cool if more of them were free. i think you should get a badge when you break 50k posts. i think there should be a veteran badge. i think there should be a badge when you post something above a certain word threshold. it could be epiku
new badge for successfully evading a ban for six plus months, a year, etc
100th blocked hate anon etc
I don’t really care about tumblr badges but I wish real life badges were a thing more, I deserve valueless but culturally significant rewards for my acheivments, like how they do in video games
Putting a sticker on your head for being a cool lil friend
The thing is, if JD Vance wasn’t such a reprehensible guy who attached himself to a fascist death cult, then all the jokes at his expense could havemade him endearing. Especially if he embraced them.
I am Mohammad Hussein Ismail, a 23-year-old Palestinian from Gaza, reaching out to you during these unimaginably difficult times. My life and that of my family have been profoundly changed by the war, and today I write to you, hoping for your support and assistance.
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My family consists of five members: my mother Raja (51 years old), my father Hussein (58 years old), my sister Iman (18 years old), and my younger sister Noor (13 years old). We used to live a simple life filled with hope and ambition before the war turned our lives upside down.
On a grim night at the onset of the war, our neighborhood was relentlessly bombed. The blasts shook our home, compelling us to flee into the darkness, navigating through sporadic explosions, desperately seeking safety. By morning, we reached southern Gaza, seeking refuge in Rafah, our hearts heavy with sorrow for what we had lost. 🕊️🍉🗝️
In this brutal war, my father was injured, severing tendons in his finger due to relentless bombardment. Due to malnutrition and rampant diseases, my sister Iman contracted hepatitis, exacerbating our suffering. We endured the cold winter within the confines of a tent, and the scorching summer heat as well, trapped inside due to harsh weather conditions. Unable to stay together as a family, we were forced to scatter and flee once again from Rafah due to intense shelling, seeking refuge in Deir al-Balah within the Gaza Strip, where our struggles continued in search of safety and hope for survival.🕊️🍉🗝️
Now displaced, we endure an immensely challenging life, filled with hardships. We struggle tirelessly to prepare food over open fires, to fetch water, and even find a place to sleep. We’ve lost the basic comforts of life. Due to inadequate shelter, severe infections have ravaged my body, and I’ve grown exhausted in the quest for treatment amidst the scarcity of medicine.🕊️🍉🗝️
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I am asking for your help during this challenging time. Your continued support, whether through following my new account or making a donation, is invaluable to us. Every bit of assistance will make a significant difference as we navigate through this tough period.
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Creating lists of undesirables is a Stage of Genocide.
They aren’t even justifying it anymore
Or leaving any of the good ol’ reliable deniable
This is straight up a stage of genocide
We already did stage¹ 1 of 10
Stage two hasn’t been done yet (but I remember some idiot on twitter proposing barcodes on passing trans people so it’s clearly an idea that exists) albeit a list could be a replacement for physical markers
We’re doing stage three to different degrees based on how right a state is
And stage six (media & polarization) has mostly been fueling this stuff from the beginning
The others have been mostly absent for now, but just like how trump turned friendly fascism into just classic fascism it will clearly just take another crappy president (who will eventually come) for this to transition to something less masked.
I bet the first concentration camps/equivalents will appear within 30 years if things keep flowing in their current direction, but I doubt they will. The mounting pressure on the neoliberal precedent can’t mount forever.
Which leaves things quite uncertain.
Please help trans people if you can, that is the best option we have for now.
i hate these motherfuckers so much. our sewer system used to be infested with them. they;d crawl out of my fucking toilet at night looking for warmth, standing up from the bowl waving their shitass little arms at me. they don’t have eyes but you can feel them staring back at you, asking for hugs or god knows what with that pathetic whine that permeates their entire way of existence. uppies! uppies! i’m not giving you uppies you wet toilet freak
This image was so visceral I had to draw it.
To clarify, these are called olms and it’s impossible for them to be in toilets but it’s still quite vivid isn’t it?
i had a dream i was doing stand-up comedy at an open mic and i said “you know i’m something of a skeletal system myself” and it cut to someone in the audience who was like “dead ass?” and it cuts back to me and its just a skeleton’s pelvis and i woke up with the most sweatiest cold sweat and disoriented
C - 7
O - 17
R - 2
N - 17
Corn-gratulations! Your post has enough letters to spell CORN 2 times!
I keep meeting artists who complain that Tumblr Is Dead then when I check their blog they’ve made four posts in six months and all of them were self promo lmao. Influencers whining that “tumblr is useless for engagement” tells me every part of the problem, like sorry you can’t just show up and farm this userbase for clicks by waving buzzwords around the way you can on tiktok. This is the Excited About Stupid Things website reblog some shitty fanart or die
what do you MEAN people don’t want to hang out in your curated space and chat with you and look at your work when your space is uhhh entirely crossposting shop links from instagram. you look like a fucking bot lmao
Waaaay back in 2012 I was confused about how Tumblr worked - I had created a personal blog so I wanted to showcase personal stuff, like the silly little comics I was making at the time. So i posted my comics and followed a lot of people and scrolled through my dash and liked things but didn’t reblog stuff because I wanted my blog to be kind of a portfolio.
And it was really boring, and I didn’t get any attention for my drawings, and having a tumblr felt kind of useless, except now I could see all the memes I’d been laughing at on imgur in context.
But then there was a comic that was cute and funny and it was about Dune (because there are active dune fans on tumblr!) So I reblogged it because nobody was looking at my blog anyway and the floodgates opened. I started reblogging regularly and adding comments and occasionally adding little comics or sketches on the comments and suddenly tumblr made sense. It was “working,” because *yes* tumblr is a blogging platform, but more than that it is a social media site, and to get it to “work” you had to be social.
And that ended up getting me a job as a cartoonist. And it ended up letting me promote my band better than any other site (and thank you so much to the tumblr users who came to our shows!). And it let me build an audience of thousands of readers for my webcomic. And it is a place where I can share my art and get attention for it and promote stuff I’ve got on sale, and a place where i can link people to my website (because tumblr is still bad as a portfolio, even if it’s good as socal media). But that only works because tumblr isn’t just someplace I post, it’s someplace where i hang out and people know me and we have history and a shared language of memes and shitposts.
I’ve had people ask how i get tumblr to work for me and the answer is, unfortunately, it only works if you live here.
Trying to sell handmade crafts in this economy is so. Like. Hey guys I know we’re all broke as fuck but do you want my silly little things. I’m very good at it. For the time it takes to make them + skill + materials it’s gonna be 30$ per silly little thing. But also shipping costs 12$ for reasons outside my control so it’s actually 42$ now. Sorry. No I really can’t charge less than that. Yeah I know. Ok. Bye
And this is for my things that are silly and little. I’m not even one of those people making, like, quilts and blankets and shit. Can we pour one out for the fiber artists making quilts and blankets and shit
I’m presenting a tiny crocheted bird to you. Putting it into the palm of your hand. This can be yours. For what seems like too much money but I promise it isn’t. We’ve all just really lost sight of fiber arts’ value with industrialization and outsourced sweatshop labor etc. This is actually the minimum I could ask for without fucking myself. I don’t like what this implies about mass produced items either. It’s really horrific. You can get an ethically sourced 42$ tiny crocheted bird though
Shortly after posting this I received an order for nearly 200$ worth of tiny crocheted birds this is the good luck post for people actually paying for your handmade crafts
They really were. Lots of them gave medical and hygienic advice, many others suggested fun athletic or craft hobbies you could pick up. My favorite one, though, is this one about libraries:
Translation: What interests you most of all? The library has many books on the topics that interest you.
able bodied people will freak out when they see an ambulatory mobility aid user not using their aids but won’t question it when a hiker only uses a walking stick or trekking poles when they’re hiking. they’re the same thing.
post got too big and is leaving the target audience. petrifying.
i feel like people don’t understand this post so i’m gonna break it down for you:
trekking poles are devices that improve your ability to go where you wanna go, but you don’t use them all the time
mobility aids are devices that improve your ability to go where you wanna go, but some people don’t use them all the time
i use my crutches the exact same way a hiker uses their trekking poles and walking sticks. Walking around can be hard for me because of balance issues, and if i stand for too long it begins to hurt, the crutches help make that less so.
hikers use trekking poles to keep their balance and help them move up steep hills, they’ll use a walking stick to take some of the pressure off of their legs.
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.
Hirple - To limp or walk awkwardly
Cirple - An old Scots word for the hindquarters of a horse
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.
Hirple - To limp or walk awkwardly
Cirple - An old Scots word for the hindquarters of a horse
Hello, I’m Ola, a graduate student from the faculty of science - Al-Azhar University in Gaza Palestine. I truly appreciate you taking a moment to read my story. As you reading my message, myself and my family, “my mother, father, three sisters, and my little brother,” are fighting death in northern Gaza and trying to survive under all kinds of suffering including but not limited to destruction, fear, and instability, starvation, thirst, and poverty.
For nine months until now, we have been struggling to get proper food after prices increased by 15 to 20 times, struggling to have clean water for use and drinking. We lacked security and stability as we were forced to evacuate our house and left everything behind. Then we had to move at least three times since every new area we seek refuge to gets bombed.
I sincerely hope you can empathize with our dire situation and consider supporting us. You can follow me to make sure I am not a scammer and to inquire about any details. Your generosity has the power to make a significant difference.
Please reblog my post, follow me and boost my posts, and repost the link to our campaign across all your social media.
I have… no idea what to even say here. We got this letter 2 days ago. Not even a *week* before the scheduled date. We’re 350$ behind on rent, which isn’t a lot, but the landlady refuses to cancel the eviction if we can pay it. I think its because she found out I’m trans? She’s been really rude to me ever since. Idk.
I’ve been applying to apartments nonstop, but our credit is poor and an eviction makes finding a place that isn’t run by a slumlord almost impossible. We’re going to be homeless in a few days … and the only option I see for the short term is an extended stay motel, and contacting every suitable craigslist rental listing I see.
If you can help us at all, even a little bit, to afford a motel in the meantime, please consider donating… here’s my paypal and my mom’s cashapp.
thank you so much for all the reblogs and assistance! seriously you have all kept me and my very small family off of the street and i cannot begin to express how grateful i am for that
we’re currently in the cheapest motel i could find, and ive been putting in applications for apartments & checking out craigslist for a place to stay. being this poor and recently kicked out leaves us with very few options but i’ve got a good feeling about one of the ones i’m currently in contact with … but even in the best case scenario we’re gonna be here until at least september first, which means about 2 more weeks, which is about 1040$ that i do not have.
please circulate this again, and if you can comfortably spare it, consider sending us a few dollars? i dont think ill need to crowdfund the entire sum but every little bit helps us manage
OK I’m going to need some confirmation before I get this tattooed
Is it right!!! The story behind it is even better! You have a buch of smarty pants playing drinking games and they make a bet on “who is the fastest to draw a snake, will have his food and drink paid for.” And this dude that finishes the first makes a big show boasting about how fast he was that goes “you know what? I am so bored with how slow yall are imma make my snake even better by giving him footsies hehe”
But the thing is that bc he made the legs, he has been instantly disqualified bc “well… it has legs… that is positively NOT a snake.” So the winner was the next dude that drew the snake :)))
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