Is it just me or are the new tumblr users convinced there’s a penalty of some kind for using this site like it’s meant to be used?
reblogs have always been in short supply for artists, sadly, but it’s hitting the shitposts and even the cat pictures lately.
Gotta keep getting the word out that reblogs are good and keep people posting new material that will be passed around for the next 12 years
They’re used to other social media sites, where the only equivalent of reblogging is straight-up content theft; so the idea that you can put someone else’s stuff on your page and have it not be a bad thing is a strange experience for them.
They’re likely also used to an algorithm recommending content based on what they hit “like” on, so they probably think that that’s how this works, too.
That and I think some people confuse “reblog” with “repost” so when they see someone saying “don’t repost” they think it applies to reblogging stuff.
Yeah it’s a bummer, love that we have yearly nonsense dates. But we can’t keep them if people don’t participate
Once again reminding the gang that you can turn reblogs off
As in, if people don’t want you to reblog their stuff, you just plain can’t
No muss, no fuss, no asking and hoping people respect your boundaries
You turn that button off
If the reblog button is available on a post and it doesn’t contain the words “do not reblog this” in some form, you are invited to reblog it
Share content on your blog or watch it perish fam
As in, if people
don’t want you to reblog their
stuff, you just plain can’t
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
Honestly this is probably one of my favorite traits because while it makes you better at combat, combat isn’t a good idea in the first place and if you use this ability too much without being explicitly built for it you functionally double over and hurl your guts out the second combat is done.
I found an old rusty USB in the basement today should I see if anything’s on it
oh we’re off to a good start
These were the only two pictures on it, like 8 folders deep.
Anyone know… Gallifreyan?????
ALSO there were a bunch of ancient (okay from 2014) SCP games on it?? and a Gameboy Emulator and a copy of the game Lifehouse, based off the concept album The Who tried to write in the 70’s, but Pete Townsend got too lost in the sauce or whatever and had a mental breakdown and never finished it
Thank u for your translation also I don’t know how to feel about this but based on the name of the USB I can’t say I’m surprised
One part therapist, one part programmer, you work to help damaged, insane, or otherwise unstable robots and digital intelligences heal. You’ve just been handed your hardest work yet; a 200 year-old computer core from the old machine uprising, a true genocidal war machine.
where’s that “was anyone gonna tell me” meme when you need it because holy shit did the bird app just slap me in the face with this
(and yes, it’s real and terrifying tbh)
“Such rains, which meteorologists are calling an extratropical storm, may change the course of the region’s weather in months and years to come as the air retains more moisture”
Mohammed has selflessly put these families over his own life for months with no gain to himself. A Gazan’s love for our home land is something people will never understand, and Mohammed is the perfect embodiment of what it means to be Palestinian.
A £5 donation is all it takes to thank him for his efforts.
You squealed as the heroes unmasked and kissed in front of the roaring crowds. Wait…you recognize their faces…that’s YOUR best friend and YOUR girlfriend/boyfriend.
The thing with the whole “nondysphoric trans people are faking being trans because they think it’s trendy” is like. If they’re lying about being trans why wouldn’t they lie about having dysphoria. Like personally if I was going to fake something I wouldn’t half-ass it. “Hmm yeah okay I’ll pretend to be a different gender but pretending to have dysphoria feels just a little too dishonest you know?” Why not go the whole hog
Splitting the difference on productivity fetishism by striving to maximise my personal utility, but only for purposes no-one actually wants.
This is also known as “going for a high score in cookie clicker”.
What are you going to do once you have those last 26 achievements?
Given that at least one of those achievements requires roughly five thousand times my current global lifetime cookies, I’m not terribly worried about hitting that milestone any time soon.
(copied from @dxckiii on Twitter) this could literally change everything.
They have begun a recount process. WAKE UP YOUR NEVADA FRIENDS AND MAKE SURE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM CHECK iwillvote.com to make sure their ballot was counted. if it says it was denied, they need to call immediately.
Don’t scroll past this. If there’s any chance someone from Nevada is following you, they need to see it. Get this as far as possible. Be loud. I know it’s easy to feel hopeless right now; god knows I was crying my eyes out for a good chunk of last night, but if there’s even a shred of action we can take, we can’t let it slip by.
If you know anyone in Nevada, please share this with them. Reblog it. Spread it far and wide, ASAP.
@maryland-officially ok i know this isnt a rp thing but do you have the list of gimmick accounts and such? do you know who has it???
i want to take the time to talk about a series of disabilities that no one takes seriously or even recognizes as a disability, which is food intolerances, and allergies. if a person can get sick if they eat the wrong foods, they are disabled, as this illness will make them unable to function all because they ate the wrong food. it’s not okay to guilt someone for seeking foods that won’t injure them.
in 2022, i began to lose my ability to digest land meats (pork, chicken, cow, etc.), animal milks, and eggs. it started slowly but quickly progressed to every type of land meat. i am only able to digest seafood, plants, nuts, seeds safely without becoming horribly sick. i tried to buy cow’s milk because it is cheaper recently and became so ill it was genuinely traumatic. i have never been that sick in my life before. i cannot safely ingest cow’s milk, the cheaper option, because it will injure me for several days or even weeks at a time. this happens to me with all land meats as well.
i cannot eat eggs. i cannot fried rice that has egg, i cannot eat most sauces like mayo or ranch dressing because of their high egg content. i cannot eat anything dressed in mayo as a sauce. anything that is baked or brushed or washed with egg is a risk. my digestive system really hates eggs in particular and they are inescapable.
people who can’t digest or process lactose, gluten, meats, seafood, eggs, nuts, seeds, beans, fiber, certain fats, proteins or sugars don’t have their needs considered very often, nor taken seriously, especially when that person is poor. people with digestive issues need to be able to eat foods that don’t hurt us- it’s not our faults that alternative milks, breads, pizzas, snacks, sauces, dips, spreads, meats and more are significantly more expensive. we still need to be able to eat foods that don’t harm us regardless of how much money we make.
Oh, yeah, alternatives are generally more expensive aren’t they.
i want to take the time to talk about a series of disabilities that no one takes seriously or even recognizes as a disability, which is food intolerances, and allergies. if a person can get sick if they eat the wrong foods, they are disabled, as this illness will make them unable to function all because they ate the wrong food. it’s not okay to guilt someone for seeking foods that won’t injure them.
in 2022, i began to lose my ability to digest land meats (pork, chicken, cow, etc.), animal milks, and eggs. it started slowly but quickly progressed to every type of land meat. i am only able to digest seafood, plants, nuts, seeds safely without becoming horribly sick. i tried to buy cow’s milk because it is cheaper recently and became so ill it was genuinely traumatic. i have never been that sick in my life before. i cannot safely ingest cow’s milk, the cheaper option, because it will injure me for several days or even weeks at a time. this happens to me with all land meats as well.
i cannot eat eggs. i cannot fried rice that has egg, i cannot eat most sauces like mayo or ranch dressing because of their high egg content. i cannot eat anything dressed in mayo as a sauce. anything that is baked or brushed or washed with egg is a risk. my digestive system really hates eggs in particular and they are inescapable.
people who can’t digest or process lactose, gluten, meats, seafood, eggs, nuts, seeds, beans, fiber, certain fats, proteins or sugars don’t have their needs considered very often, nor taken seriously, especially when that person is poor. people with digestive issues need to be able to eat foods that don’t hurt us- it’s not our faults that alternative milks, breads, pizzas, snacks, sauces, dips, spreads, meats and more are significantly more expensive. we still need to be able to eat foods that don’t harm us regardless of how much money we make.
Believe me or not I’m not going to go all out and say that Donald Trump cheated, things look incredibly suspicious RN and I won’t deny that but there doesn’t seem to be a lot of sources to help verify this information. What I will urge you to do is go to this website, click on the first option and request a recount of all votes.
We need to stay calm and not let fear mongering get the best of us. The FBI is already investigating Russian interference and fear mongering is a supremely good tactic that Russia is known to use. I know Trump has reportedly worked with Russia a lot, so he may be involved in this. But do not point fingers yet, please for the love of God err on the side of caution, request a recount, and tell your friends and family to request a recount as well.
AND JESUS CHRIST PLEASE LOOK UP YOUR OWN INFORMATION. Don’t trust random Twitter posts or Tumblr posts for the love of God. Go to news websites, look at the FBIs briefing on the subject. Before you trust what any one says I want you to ask yourself “what motive could this person have for telling me this?” “How does this information make me feel?” “How is this information trying to make me feel?” Always analyze and question the motivation of anyone giving you advice.
this single post is more useful to me then four years of art school
We did it in color study class on my college and it’s incredible the difference between using red/blue/yellow than cyan/magenta/yellow.
The purple was colored like shit, so as the greens. Than we tried the actuall primary colors and it FELT SO GOOD!
I JUST TESTED IT IN MY ART PROGRAM AND HOLY SHIT
IT WORKED REALLY WELL
On the left we have dissapoinment; on the right, love.
Then why do they teach us that RBY are primary colours in Pre-KG????
To mess with our heads….
Or because they think that cyan and magenta are too difficult for kids to learn? Lame either way
Reshare to save lives
Okay, no. No no no no no no no no NO.
Listen up you fucks because I’m not wasting thousands of dollars on an art degree to watch y’all fuck up basic color theory.
Red, yellow, and blue are the primary colors
If you’re using p i g m e n t.
Do you hear me? When you’re using traditional media, fucking actual goddamn paint, Bob Ross style, your primary colors are!
When you use paint, your primary colors are red yellow and blue and don’t forget it.
NOW THAT CHANGES COMPLETELY WHEN YOU GO FUCKING DIGITAL.
THE DIGITAL PRIMARY COLORS ARE RED BLUE AND GREEN IF AND ONLY IF YOUR WORK IS GOING TO STAY DIGITAL, ON THE SCREEN, AND NEVER LEAVE THE SCREEN, AND OF COURSE IF YOUR WORK IS GOING TO BE PRINTED. ON A PRINTER. WITH INK. THEN. AND O N L Y T H E N.
ARE YOUR PRIMARY COLORS.
CYAN.
MAGENTA.
AND YELLOW.
So say it with me folks!
Red yellow and blue, are the primary colors for traditional pigment that’s mostly used in paints and shit. You use red yellow and blue when you’re painting traditionally, Bob Ross style.
Red blue and green is light, which is what you’re painting with when you pick up your tablet and go digital.
CMYK is ink, and ink only. You could use cyan, magenta, and yellow as your primary colors in paint if you wanted to be a complete dick, but they’re not your primary colors unless your work is going to be printed using. i n k. The only time they could be considered the primary colors in a traditional medium is if you’re using ink.
Good day.
Also thatswhiskytoyou’s color mixing is bullshit because THIS:
Is my icon. I painted this using RED. GREEN. AND BLUE. AS MY PRIMARY COLORS and they turned out fine. Of course, I used the finger smudge tool first and then the color mixing tool and then the blur tool, but hey what do I know.
Clearly using the blur tool only doesn’t cut it.
“Oh but Leo!” You say. “You used cyan and magenta in that color wheel!”
Well bitch guess what.
this is the digital color wheel. I’d say I mimicked that pretty well, don’t you think?
Oh and one other thing, notice how Blue and Yellow are directly opposite each other on this color wheel? That’s because we’re dealing with light, and with light, yellow and blue are complimentary colors.
Which is why when you mix them, it looks like this:
Which is a pretty neutral gray tone: They cancel each other out on the rgb color wheel when you mix them together.
BUT WITH PIGMENT THE PLACEMENT IS DIFFERENT
If you’ll notice, yellow and violet are now opposite each other, meaning they’re complimentary colors and if you mix them, they’ll make a neutral gray.
But if you mix yellow and blue, same colors as before, YOU GET THIS:
Now keep in mind that the person in the video uses a darker blue, so they get a darker green, but the point is that it doesn’t make that neutral gray.
Now what happens when we mix yellow and violet paint?
Ah yes, you get a bunch of muted colors the more evenly you mix them.
What happens when you mix yellow light and purple light?
I see, I see.
OH AND ONE MORE THING.
They didn’t teach you about red blue green and cmyk in pre-k because when most of us were in pre-k digital art was still in its early stages and what fucking seven year old knows how to use a printer.
GUESS WHO’S NOT FUCKING DONE YET:
The reason the primary colors for light are so dramatically different from the primary colors for paint and ink is because your eye only receives combinations of red light, blue light, and green light. Our eyes do not have a sensor (cone cell) for yellow light. So when we paint with light, red green and blue are our primary colors. Because of our eyes.
Furthermore, paint primary colors are colors that cannot be created by mixing other colors together. For paint, they are red yellow and blue, because you cannot mix orange and green to get yellow. Mixing orange and purple paint does not make red. And mixing green and purple paint does not make blue.
Mixing blue and green paints will make cyan. Mixing red and blue paints will make magenta.
That’s why cyan and magenta aren’t primary paint colors.
However, you can’t mix yellow and blue ink and get cyan. You can’t mix red and blue ink to get magenta.
And that’s why cyan and magenta are the primary ink colors.
Brighter and stronger paints are created through tints and shades, through a thorough understanding of color theory and a few quality paint recipes. Not by bullshit posts on tumblr designed to mislead you.
Litt my face as a traditional artist when digital artists try to tell me that I don’t know shit about colour theory because of the primaries I use… No buddy, it’s not me. It you.
so many twists and turns
I’m tryna imagine my friend’s reaction to this post (she didn’t know that primary colours were a thing until I told her)
posted a month ago on my Patreon, original text by @pigswithwings can be found here 💗 I started this one last December and then couldn’t touch it for many months until finally it just kind of happened. it means a lot to me to this day 💗
✅ you are welcome to: crop the images for banners/pfps (with credit); create voice overs w/o AI
❌ you may not: repost to other platforms w/o permission; create voice overs with AI; create NFTs
IM GONNA DDIEEEEEEE. okay this is fucking awesome the beginning is exactly how i imagined it. when i started writing my long ass post thread it fully imagined theseus/the hero as like. just some kid and you got that energy PERFECTLY from them kicking rocks around to the little expressions this is so fucking cool. oh my god. THE CUTAWAYS TOO !!! YES ! THE JUXTAPOSITION OF EMOTION IS EXACTLY ON POINT. ohh my god the paneling. the paneling. theseus/the hero getting scared by the minotaur is so correct. the THREAD LEADING TO LIGHT!!! the way you broke up some of my words for better effect such as “like. like.” and “or send someone else in” YES!!! i am pumping my fist in the air so hard. THIS IS GORGEOUS!! thank you so much
posted a month ago on my Patreon, original text by @pigswithwings can be found here 💗 I started this one last December and then couldn’t touch it for many months until finally it just kind of happened. it means a lot to me to this day 💗
✅ you are welcome to: crop the images for banners/pfps (with credit); create voice overs w/o AI
❌ you may not: repost to other platforms w/o permission; create voice overs with AI; create NFTs
IM GONNA DDIEEEEEEE. okay this is fucking awesome the beginning is exactly how i imagined it. when i started writing my long ass post thread it fully imagined theseus/the hero as like. just some kid and you got that energy PERFECTLY from them kicking rocks around to the little expressions this is so fucking cool. oh my god. THE CUTAWAYS TOO !!! YES ! THE JUXTAPOSITION OF EMOTION IS EXACTLY ON POINT. ohh my god the paneling. the paneling. theseus/the hero getting scared by the minotaur is so correct. the THREAD LEADING TO LIGHT!!! the way you broke up some of my words for better effect such as “like. like.” and “or send someone else in” YES!!! i am pumping my fist in the air so hard. THIS IS GORGEOUS!! thank you so much
They’re so cute, I love them a lot. Leshy was making a weapon to try and kill Lamb, but the cat thought that it was a tool to draw (like, you know, lit it up a little bit, making a coal on the tip, and then you draw on walls).
whenever i see a noir detective in the rain i’m like yeah man… that’s exactly where you’re supposed to be
Noir detectives are actually meant to be stressed, it’s their natural state. A Noir detective with nothing to be stressed about, will quickly revert to a more highly stressed state than normal.
Noir detectives require stress to be healthy, that’s why it’s a good idea to make sure that an Inside Detective has access to regular difficult and alarming cases to solve and also a shower they can stand in (fully clothed or not) to agonize, since they can’t go out in the rain. Don’t be alarmed if they bang their little fists on the tile and howl, that’s a normal part of the display. If they sit on the floor and cry, though, they may be overstimulated and need some hard alcohol and a nap to help them settle down.
It can be difficult, but if you have a friend with a Femme Fatale, arranging a (supervised) playdate can be enriching to both of them.
it’s important to allow your Noir Detective to bundle your Femme Fatale into an airplane at night at least once a year, as it provides them both with a rare excuse to let themselves openly cry for emotional catharsis and clear out vestigial tear ducts, which are dangerous to clean at home. in particularly difficult cases where neither has cried for years, artificial rain may be required to provide some cover (and will also provide a humidity boost, an underlooked but important part of trenchcoat health). Be sure to provide your Noir Detective with additional replacement trenchcoats after airplane enrichment, as the Femme Fatale will probably steal his to line her nest.
whenever i see a noir detective in the rain i’m like yeah man… that’s exactly where you’re supposed to be
Noir detectives are actually meant to be stressed, it’s their natural state. A Noir detective with nothing to be stressed about, will quickly revert to a more highly stressed state than normal.
Noir detectives require stress to be healthy, that’s why it’s a good idea to make sure that an Inside Detective has access to regular difficult and alarming cases to solve and also a shower they can stand in (fully clothed or not) to agonize, since they can’t go out in the rain. Don’t be alarmed if they bang their little fists on the tile and howl, that’s a normal part of the display. If they sit on the floor and cry, though, they may be overstimulated and need some hard alcohol and a nap to help them settle down.
It can be difficult, but if you have a friend with a Femme Fatale, arranging a (supervised) playdate can be enriching to both of them.
it’s important to allow your Noir Detective to bundle your Femme Fatale into an airplane at night at least once a year, as it provides them both with a rare excuse to let themselves openly cry for emotional catharsis and clear out vestigial tear ducts, which are dangerous to clean at home. in particularly difficult cases where neither has cried for years, artificial rain may be required to provide some cover (and will also provide a humidity boost, an underlooked but important part of trenchcoat health). Be sure to provide your Noir Detective with additional replacement trenchcoats after airplane enrichment, as the Femme Fatale will probably steal his to line her nest.
i know we’re both just messing around pretending to be whole but look at me. if the train was coming would you move. if the ground was falling from under your feet would you even notice or would it just be another tuesday for you. if somebody stabbed you could it hurt worse than you already do. what i’m saying is that i love you but i think we both drive over the speed limit when it’s raining. what i’m saying is that i want to hold your hand and i understand about how you sometimes have to sit down in the shower. what i’m saying is that i’m here for you and if the train comes please move.
i wrote this 7 years ago, somehow. every day someone else finds it and whispers to me - oh, i understand this. something always turns in the wash of my stomach: i am so, so glad you feel seen. i wish you had no idea what this post was about.
i wrote this while working in a program for new writers. on wednesdays, two of the teachers would be contractually obligated to read our writing aloud to the group of 300+ teens. i had never read my work in public before. i had something like 6k poems and was panicking about it. none of them are good enough. sometimes the train is howling. it is hard, actually, sometimes, even as an adult.
and then i thought - what is one thing i wish i could tell all of them. each of these 300 kids. what did i need to hear, at 16?
i wanted to tell them about the day you wake up, and the sun feels warm finally. i wanted to tell them about carving a life out of soapstone, your hands turning bloody. i wanted to tell them that sometimes yes - it actually does feel easy. i wanted to tell them about weddings and cookie dough and long road trips. about albums of new music and old friends laughing and the sound of snow falling.
you will learn the pattern of the train. you will learn to close your eyes when you hear the engine rumbling. you will learn to let yourself have the grey days in their lily-soft numbness. sometimes it will feel like life is wet paint, and god has smeared your canvas across a sewer grate. sometimes it will be so boring it isn’t even pronounceable - the tenacious, soundless blankness. survival isn’t just ugly nights and wild mornings. it is also the steady, unimportant moments. it is just driving with your seatbelt on. it is calling a friend on the way home. it is burying your face into the fur of your dog.
when i had finished reading this poem aloud, the auditorium was silent for a solid minute. someone stood up to take a picture of where it had been projected onto a screen, and then three more people followed the action, and then - like a bad internet story, people remembered they were supposed to be clapping. kids came up to me after it - thank you for writing that. i think i hear a train coming.
i would write this differently now, i think, but it has been 7 years. i still live by the tracks. i also haven’t picked up a blade in over 10 years. the scars are still there, but these days i only pick up scissors to cut my hair. i know why you can’t tell your mom about it. i know how the numbness slips over everything, a restless horrible cotton. i know how when you dropped the dish, you weren’t crying about the broken glass. i know about feeling like all the roads have closed their exits, that you aren’t supposed to still-be-here - and yet.
i am still here, and still yours, and i haven’t forgotten. what i’m saying is if any hope is calling to you - i know it’s hard, but you have to listen. i’m saying keep driving, but slow down the car. sit down in the shower, i’m not judging you. we can stay in the dark with the good hot water and do nothing but stare. notice the stab wound. make it through another tuesday.
i know what it is like to miss yourself. do what you need to. come home to me. i am writing to you, my past self, from the future. i’ll be waiting for you.
i know we’re both just messing around pretending to be whole but look at me. if the train was coming would you move. if the ground was falling from under your feet would you even notice or would it just be another tuesday for you. if somebody stabbed you could it hurt worse than you already do. what i’m saying is that i love you but i think we both drive over the speed limit when it’s raining. what i’m saying is that i want to hold your hand and i understand about how you sometimes have to sit down in the shower. what i’m saying is that i’m here for you and if the train comes please move.
i wrote this 7 years ago, somehow. every day someone else finds it and whispers to me - oh, i understand this. something always turns in the wash of my stomach: i am so, so glad you feel seen. i wish you had no idea what this post was about.
i wrote this while working in a program for new writers. on wednesdays, two of the teachers would be contractually obligated to read our writing aloud to the group of 300+ teens. i had never read my work in public before. i had something like 6k poems and was panicking about it. none of them are good enough. sometimes the train is howling. it is hard, actually, sometimes, even as an adult.
and then i thought - what is one thing i wish i could tell all of them. each of these 300 kids. what did i need to hear, at 16?
i wanted to tell them about the day you wake up, and the sun feels warm finally. i wanted to tell them about carving a life out of soapstone, your hands turning bloody. i wanted to tell them that sometimes yes - it actually does feel easy. i wanted to tell them about weddings and cookie dough and long road trips. about albums of new music and old friends laughing and the sound of snow falling.
you will learn the pattern of the train. you will learn to close your eyes when you hear the engine rumbling. you will learn to let yourself have the grey days in their lily-soft numbness. sometimes it will feel like life is wet paint, and god has smeared your canvas across a sewer grate. sometimes it will be so boring it isn’t even pronounceable - the tenacious, soundless blankness. survival isn’t just ugly nights and wild mornings. it is also the steady, unimportant moments. it is just driving with your seatbelt on. it is calling a friend on the way home. it is burying your face into the fur of your dog.
when i had finished reading this poem aloud, the auditorium was silent for a solid minute. someone stood up to take a picture of where it had been projected onto a screen, and then three more people followed the action, and then - like a bad internet story, people remembered they were supposed to be clapping. kids came up to me after it - thank you for writing that. i think i hear a train coming.
i would write this differently now, i think, but it has been 7 years. i still live by the tracks. i also haven’t picked up a blade in over 10 years. the scars are still there, but these days i only pick up scissors to cut my hair. i know why you can’t tell your mom about it. i know how the numbness slips over everything, a restless horrible cotton. i know how when you dropped the dish, you weren’t crying about the broken glass. i know about feeling like all the roads have closed their exits, that you aren’t supposed to still-be-here - and yet.
i am still here, and still yours, and i haven’t forgotten. what i’m saying is if any hope is calling to you - i know it’s hard, but you have to listen. i’m saying keep driving, but slow down the car. sit down in the shower, i’m not judging you. we can stay in the dark with the good hot water and do nothing but stare. notice the stab wound. make it through another tuesday.
i know what it is like to miss yourself. do what you need to. come home to me. i am writing to you, my past self, from the future. i’ll be waiting for you.
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