Literally any other colour would’ve been a better choice guys.
I’d like to point out that the colour red has more positive than negative meanings.
im sorry but this reply absolutely killed me
red can mean whatever the heck you want it to mean, that is never going to change that this straight up looks like they DRAGGED A BLOODY BODY ACROSS THE FUCKING FLOOR 😂
Hi fun fact, colors do have meaning and there is a legit thing called color theory. Red does has more positive connotations than negative like the @mintymaiden said. Red is associated with more love, lust, passion than blood and death just like the chart shows you but If you want, here’s a link for you to check it out yourself. Also, check out “The Designer’s Dictionary of Color” by Sean Adams. Have fun learning something
You can theorize to Nebraska and back but that doesn’t change my immediate reaction which is that someone is literally dragging a corpse around
I like that the presumption here is that “No One On Tumblr Has Heard of Color Theory, Let Me Explain in Depth” rather than simply acknowledging that the VISUAL EFFECTS of this particular color choice, applied in the manner it was, can still amount to “this is a hospital and that looks like blood”
like, color theory doesn’t exist in a vacuum. If your design of choice for Blood Red Paint is asymmetric splatters and sploches against the wall, or in this case, a snail trail on the hallway’s floor, an infographic won’t override the viewers’ instinct.
this post is the perfect summation of tumblr’s reading comprehension and critical thought abilities
Reblogging because there’s a lot of new people on here and you need some context for the jokes.
Help a newcomer, reblog Children’s Hospital Colour Theory
I think it’s important for non-brazilians to reblog and share *WHY* Twitter has left Brazil because Elon will definitely try to spin it into a “Brazil’s actually a dictatorship and we need to take freedom to them” specially since our country currently has a left-leaning leader and in recent past USA HAS interfered in our politics. Don’t let Elon get away with blaming Brazil’s legal system. Share the truth with friends and acquaintances so everyone knows Elon is a crybaby who thinks he’s above the law of entire countries.
what you need to understand is that textile work is basically the closest i have seen to Real Magic and the reason old ladies in quilting spaces are either the grumpiest or the most whacky cheerful people you’ll ever meet is because they’re basically wizards who have studied the ancient crafts too long
trans women do not only start to experience oppression or harassment when they start to present as women, and trans men do not stop experiencing oppression or harassment when they start to present as men. when you exist outside the status quo of the sex and gender binaries you experience these things constantly through your whole life, both before and after transitioning. the idea that trans women were “socialized male” and so grew up not experiencing sexism is bullshit. the idea that trans men have as much privilege as cis men and get to just stop experiencing sexism when they transition is also bullshit. both these statements are transphobic and are meant to diminish our experiences
One of my best friends went to college in Montana. They were part of the campus queer community. They had a friend who had been stalked and harassed by this guy on Grindr multiple times. When my friend asked them why nothing had been done, why this guy hadn’t been ousted from the community, their friend simply said:
“No. We can’t do that. That’s the same as leaving him for dead.”
And they were right for that.
There’s a lot of personal reasons I found it in me to forgive my ex that assaulted and closeted me - but another reason is because they were also a hurting, closeted, queer kid who took their pain out on me. They deserve safe communities to heal in and I am not the arbiter of that. There’s a reason why my best friend is still my best friend in spite of the fact that they hurt someone in similar but different ways. My best friend deserves to heal and so does the person they hurt. No one else is the arbiter of whether or not either one of them is allowed that.
I do not like Blaire White, Caitlyn Jenner, Kalvin Garrah, etc. etc. etc. as people. I would not hold community space for them in a typical queer setting. However, if their existences as trans people were under attack? I would still hold space for them even if they would never hold that for me because that’s still the right thing to do. That value stands for me personally across all marginalized people - not just trans people.
Absolutely make your personal spaces safe for yourself. Curate your own online experience. But when shit goes down, you still stand up for the queers you don’t like. The queers who’ve hurt people. Who’ve hurt you even. Because ultimately you are socially the same. Bigotry is bigger than all of us and that’s a tough pill to swallow, but you have to swallow it or we are all fucked.
cats be like damn we are cuddling 😳 what if I bit you for no reason
girls be like damn we are cuddling 😳 what if I bit you for no reason
catgirls be like damn we are cuddling 😳 what if I bit you for no reason
it’s me, i’m girls
And if they’re trans cat girls, it’s just gonna happen, no avoiding it.
And if they’re @traaansfem they’re going to bite you, and suck your blood because she’s a VAMPIRE!
SLANDER. I just had a pasta dish with garlic in it!! Not a vampire! I already dealt with this accusation when a local catholic school shut down when I was in high school and suddenly people who have never seen meat cooked at any level of doneness below medium see someone eating rare meat and burning in sunlight and go “AH! A VAMPIRE!”
smh not dealing with this again. I’ll start biting! I will!
its true! she bit me and drank my blood!
I haven’t supped on the blood of another still living being in about four years! You can’t call me a vampire, that’s outside the statute of limitations, I think!!!
as funny as the whole mabel grilling ford about his thing with bill is, i fully believe that girl is oblivious when it comes to actual relationships that aren’t fairytale romances. she’s twelve, not her fault. also, most of what we know about ford’s relationship with bill comes from ford himself, and dipper was the one who hung out with him the most and read the journals religiously. however, he’s also twelve. so i think that the most realistic way dipper and mabel find out about bill and ford’s toxic situationship is just. dipper hearing ford complain about bill in the lab and then like four years later sitting bolt upright in the middle of the night and going. Oh My God Grunkle Ford Fucked Bill Cipher.
woke up this morning, rolled over, and very confidently tried to blow out my alarm clock like a candle. absolutely no precedent for that.
Ebeneezer in 1742 wakes with a start as for some reason he has put out his guttering candle by slapping atop it ith the palm of his hand. His hand is burned and his nightgown and cap are spattered with hot wax.
Your birth certificate is a record you should be able to change and this certainly violates every Texan’s right to self-identification.
I was born in Texas. And I only lived in that state for four months. I tried changing my birth certificate a few years ago and ran into some utterly asinine roadblocks. I had been trying to find a option to resubmit my request. Only for this. Now. Now I can’t change it at all. A state I never lived in now holds my birth certificate hostage. This is horrific.
Oh woah hey there 🐱 I think that was a funny little accident just now. 🐱 You see I was just licking this plate of food left on the counter and you 🐱 pushed my face right out of the way. I think you just did not notice 🐱 my face was there so no worries, I’ll just go back to 🐱 OH you’ve pushed my face away again? Sorry I don’t mean to embarrass 🐱 you but I am in the middle of something here so I will simply just 🐱 You have pushed my face away again?????? 🐱🐱🐱
if we’re pitching our own minecraft movie ideas heres mine:
keep it an isekai, make it animated, the main characters are siblings of different age groups (youngest hasnt played the game because her brother tells her videogames are for boys, middle kid is a bratty 13 year old obsessed with roblox and minecraft and fortnite, oldest kid is teen/college age and thinks minecraft is a lame game for babies)
start with all the obvious minecraft stuff, reacting to floating trees, trying to go in a cave and getting scared off by a creeper, etc. they find their way out onto an online server, play minigames and meet mcyt cameos and players with specific niches. throw in a 2b2t reference, make a mob vote joke, whatever. at some point it turns out that the oldest kid actually does have a history with minecraft and just didnt want to admit it because she grew out of it and theres a bonding moment.
they run into another player who yes fine can be voiced by jack black and hes like. a dude who was also isekai’d into minecraft years ago but lost his way out. he thinks if the kids beat the ender dragon they’ll be allowed back into the real world so they assemble a team and convince them they wanna beat the game because their little sister has never done it before.
yada yada the rest of the movie is just the normal progression of beating minecraft. eventually its whittled down to just the kids and jack blacks character. he sacrifices himself to give the kids a chance, they land the final hit, they wake up in the real world. epilogue is the older two kids introducing their little sister to gaming.
idk i just think you could make a movie thats 80% references to minecraft community jokes and 20% a story about a videogame bridging generations and it’d be fun. its a simple formula.
I have been married to Amal Mahmoud for thirteen years, and we have four children: Sami, Mohammad, Sarah, and Saad. We are from Palestine, specifically the Gaza Strip, which has been under siege for over eighteen years.
Now, we no longer have a home, and my family lives in a refugee school in the Al-Zaytoun area of northern Gaza, while I live in a tent in Deir al-Balah. I haven’t seen my children or my wife for over eight months.
My children and wife are suffering from continuous bombing, lack of resources to live in peace, and a shortage of food and water. Here, I am enduring severe psychological and physical pressures due to my inability to be with them and meet their needs.
I ask anyone who reads my story to look upon us with compassion and help me raise even a small amount of money so that we can leave this country and find a safe place to live. We seek a country that offers us safety and a decent life, far from wars, genocide, and lack of security. We need shelter, food, water, education, and healthcare for me and my family.
My previous account was verified by many people, but unfortunately, it was banned, and I had to create a new account. Please share my new account and help my family reach a larger audience for support and assistance.
I was sitting with my 4-year-old son, Saad, in a displacement school in Deir al-Balah when the school was targeted by four rockets. I was injured in my leg, while my son suffered injuries all over his body and, unfortunately, lost his sight later. During the attack, I lost my mobile phone and all the data on it. I created a new account on Tumblr and ask anyone who reads my story to help me share it.
[ID: A tatreez piece in shades of jade green, with orange accents. A central line of Pasha’s tents is surrounded by clove, chicken’s teeth, sword, and heart motifs; a star of Bethlehem fills the top square, and a row of cypress trees is at the bottom. The first photo shows the piece with a large painting and a pair of slippers to show scale; the others are close-ups. End ID]
Tatreez raffle to benefit a Palestinian family
You know the drill! This tatreez piece is stitched in cotton embroidery thread on sage green linen, and is suitable as wall art, or to be repurposed as a cover for a cushion, tote bag, &c. A winner will be randomly selected in October, 2024.
You can get your hands on this piece in one of two ways:
Send me proof of a donation of at least $500 USD (I know, but this took a lot of hours!) and I will stitch another one, or something similar, just for you.
Send proof of a donation of at least $7 USD for a link to the pattern.
This is a physical product and you will need to be willing to give me a shipping address.
Design is 7.5" x 16" (19 x 41cm)
Cotton on linen
Stitched 2 over 2 on 32 count linen evenweave (16 stitches per inch)
[ID: A tatreez piece in shades of jade green, with orange accents. A central line of Pasha’s tents is surrounded by clove, chicken’s teeth, sword, and heart motifs; a star of Bethlehem fills the top square, and a row of cypress trees is at the bottom. The first photo shows the piece with a large painting and a pair of slippers to show scale; the others are close-ups. End ID]
Tatreez raffle to benefit a Palestinian family
You know the drill! This tatreez piece is stitched in cotton embroidery thread on sage green linen, and is suitable as wall art, or to be repurposed as a cover for a cushion, tote bag, &c. A winner will be randomly selected in October, 2024.
You can get your hands on this piece in one of two ways:
Send me proof of a donation of at least $500 USD (I know, but this took a lot of hours!) and I will stitch another one, or something similar, just for you.
Send proof of a donation of at least $7 USD for a link to the pattern.
This is a physical product and you will need to be willing to give me a shipping address.
Design is 7.5" x 16" (19 x 41cm)
Cotton on linen
Stitched 2 over 2 on 32 count linen evenweave (16 stitches per inch)
When @noor-alanqar shared her fundraiser with me, I wanted to help her Gofundme spread by drawing her three beautiful children. She, her husband, and their three children Rajaa (5 years old), Youssef (10 months old), and Hussein (6 years old) all need to rebuild and stay safe.
Here is Nour’s campaign, she is halfway to her goal, with €20,558 raised of €40,000!!
Rebuilding Live: A Mother’s Plea for Hope and Safety in Gaza🇵🇸🕊️
•Rajaa : My daughter Rajaa is a radiant beam of sunshine, bringing boundless joy, warmth, and love to everyone she meets.
•Youssef : My baby Youssef, whom I clung to throughout the war, running with him through the rubble of shattered homes to escape.
•Hussein : At an age when Hussein should have been enjoying his childhood, all his rights were taken away from him.
I kindly ask for your help for me and my children, as the war has destroyed everything we had, leaving us without the basic necessities of life. We have nothing left but hope in your compassionate hearts.🙏
I would like to express my deepest gratitude to everyone who stood by my side and supported me through this challenging journey. To all who shared my story, offered their support, and showed compassion for my cause, you have been the source of strength from which I drew patience and hope. Your kind hearts and encouraging words were the light that guided me through the darkness. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Between the lines of my story, there lies suffering, patience, and a strength that has shattered against the harsh rocks of life. I write to you with a weary soul searching for hope and compassionate hearts to embrace it. I ask for your support and help in sharing this story, hoping it will reach those who can feel its depth and offer the warmth it desperately needs. In a world full of challenges, I believe that there are still those who carry the light of compassion in their hearts. Through you, my story may find its way to those hearts. Let’s turn this story into a message that reaches those who may be in dire need of it.
Colorful Dreams Amid Destruction:The Children of Gaza and Their Stories of Life 🇵🇸🕊️♥️🍉🌷
Children of Gaza, despite the pain and siege, plant seeds of hope in every corner. They paint colorful dreams on the walls of destruction and weave stories of life from the ruins of war. In their eyes, there is an undying sparkle, and in their hearts, a pulse that never ceases, for they understand that life is worth living, and that every child has the right to dream, laugh, and play, even in the harshest of circumstances.
WHY SRIRACHA WAS IMPOSSIBLE TO FIND AND NOW TASTES BAD
If you like hot sauces and the like you probably have been a big fan of sriracha… specifically the sriracha made by Huy Fong Foods. But, you may have noticed that since 2020 there have been noticeable times where it was sold out for months and months. Even worse - now that it is back on shelves it tastes like crap.
I did some digging.
All of the peppers for Huy Fong Foods Sriracha were grown on Underwood Ranches in Ventura County, CA. Family-owned farm (since the 1800s) that grew along with Huy Fong Foods. Starting at 400 acres and growing to almost 4000 to support the popularity of sriracha. This was when it tasted good. In the late 20-teens Huy Fong decided to demand money back from the farm for… no one really fully understands why. They then severed the contract leaving Underwood with 4000 acres of hot peppers and no one to buy them.
Meanwhile Huy Fong approached a number of other farms scattered across southern California and had them quickly spin up pepper concerns. This put a massive dip in their supply and they lost a year of sauce-making basically. Then bad weather knocked out a lot of these farms and they lost another season or two. Also the quality and flavor across multiple farms was inconsistent.
Meanwhile Underwood sued Huy Fong, won, received 23 million dollars, hired back their workers, and got back to growing. Additionally they were able to mitigate a lot of the weather issues the last few years through better technique and had bumper crops.
So they made their own sauce - Underwood Dragon Sriracha…
and lord strike me down if it doesn’t taste much more like the older sriracha than whatever Huy Fong Foods is making now. Anyways, they don’t seem to sell to stores but you can buy directly from their website. I did and I’ve been putting it on everything.
I wasn’t paid to write this… I just like doing exhaustive research about things I enjoy.
(EDIT to adjust Underwood Farms to Underwood Ranches, and change location from Ventura to Ventura County)
[ID: lineless, digitally illustrated, brightly coloured comic featuring anthropomorphic animals in domestic settings. The two children, a green dog and an orange dog, peer around the corner of a door frame at their grandfather, a grey dog, who is sitting in a chair. Text reads “We don’t do that around grandpa. A kids book about traumas and triggers. By Athen O.E.” The children are playing with pop caps. Text “Me and Lilly like sparkly things. They go Pop, Pop, Pop, and Crack, Crack, Crack.” The grandfather looks distressed. Text “We like them because they’re Luod [sic, Loud] but Gandpa [sic, Grandpa] doesn’t. It remind him of things made him scared and angry.” The pop caps in the bin. Text “So we don’t do that around grandpa.” Auntie May, a yellow cat with a green dress and a pink awareness ribbon, looks worried. Text “Auntie May is sad. Something scary happened to her. Hearing about uncle Dave makes her even more sad.” The children give Auntie May flowers. In the background is a photo of two cats, Auntie May and a purple cat, both with green clothes and pink ribbons, and a love heart above their heads. Text “So we don’t talk about him around Auntie May.” The children play video games while Jay, a light purple cat, stands nervously to the side. Text “Cousin Jay is quiet. They don’t like to talk to people anymore. We used to play zombie games together. But then cousin Jay saw something scary at school.” The children are playing a tennis video game together, with Jay watching. Text “It made them afraid of things like zombie game. So we don’t play those with them anymore.” The orange dog stands in front of Ruby, a red rabbit. Ruby is crying and has a bandage around her leg. The orange dog is defending her from a vocal regular dog. Text reads “My best friend Ruby is afraid of dogs. She said a big mean one bit her leg. Ruby gets scared and cries when she sees one, the bite hurt a lot.” The orange dog and Ruby are inside, Ruby runs to hug a larger pink rabbit, presumably an adult family member, while the orange dog closes the door. Text “We don’t bring dogs around her anymore.” The four characters, Grandpa, Auntie May, Cousin Jay, and Ruby, having emotional reactions. Text reads “And every time one of them is scared…” A white paw and a grey paw overlapping with colourful emphasis triangles around them. Text “We hold their hand and tell them it’ll be OK. Because that’s what we do around people we care about.” /end ID]
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