my trauma didn’t make me stronger it made me addicted to escapism and terrified of facing reality
I’m sorry but this is the funniest shit of all time. Trying to collect blackmail material about *checks notes* the sex life of a French politician? What will you leak to the French public next, what he had for lunch?
Friendly reminder that when the last French president was caught on a scooter to visit his mistress while IN OFFICE his popularity actually ROSE in the polls
It’s so funny because all this does is make trump look weird and kinda gross to us prudish Americans (bc talking about a political leaders sex life is so uncomfortable) and like a moron to the French. Lose lose blackmail. Bragging about less than nothing.
Wtf is that? A storm elemental?
Ball lightning fuck me all the way up
Excuse me what the fuck is this
you literally captured whats called “ball lightning” which is the rarest form of lighting
its so rare that we dont even know how it forms other than by heat, static electricity, and humidity
storm elemental it is
look guys this is how nature-based deities and spirits come about this is ridiculous
Are you aware that the first-ever video footage of ball lightning outside a laboratory was taken in 2014 and there are only like 3 or 4 videos like this in existence and this might be the most close-up one
THIS is yet another reason why shaming people for always filming stuff with their phones is dumb. People are documenting things we’ve rarely EVER seen, or have NEVER BEEN CAPTURED ON FILM BEFORE! It’s fantastic!
What a TIME TO BE ALIVE, folks! Ordinary people can capture footage that is of tremendous use for scientific documentation and research! I love this!
…WOW.
just learned that magnolias are so old that they’re pollinated by beetles because they existed before bees
They existed *before beetles*
Why is this sad? Why am I sad?
This is how I feel about Joshua Trees. They and avocado trees produce fruit meant to be eaten and dispersed by giant ground sloths. Without them, the Joshua Trees' range has shrunk by 90%.
(my own photos)
Not only they, but the entire Mojave ecosystem is still struggling to adapt since the loss of ground sloth dung. their chief fertilizer.
Many, many trees and plants in the Americas have widely-spaced, extremely long thorns that do nothing to discourage deer eating their leaves, but would've penetrated the fur of ground sloths and mammoths. Likewise, if you've observed a tree that drops baseball or softball-sized fruit which lies on the ground and rots, like Osage Oranges, which were great for playing catch at my school, chances are they were ground sloth or mammoth chow.
You can read about various orphaned plants and trees missing their megafauna in this poignant post:

First quote from the linked article. Found it poetic.
if your ocverse was like a published media which character of yours would be interpreted by the fandom in the most horreeendously incorrect ways possible
But, I am always dreaming, even when I am awake; it is never finished.
THE LAST UNICORN (1982, Jules Bass and Arthur Rankin Jr.)
Description: [A video of a woman riding a galloping horse bareback while holding a large rainbow flag.]
i felt like these tags really added to the experience, thanks @cynderxdustypaws for your knowledge
Actually making your selfinsert overpowered and friends with all your faves and a hybrid of the coolest species and in a relationship with your crush and the long lost sibling of the villain is called having fun and its cool as fuck
what if people made human versions of iconic tumblr posts and shipped them
no. no no no
Someone please draw the color of the sky as a very tall twink.
Oh shit, I’m an artist. Hold up.
Personally, I like his shoe laces. I bet you’d never guess where he got them.
Dunno if anyone’s done this yet but…
i love how this is so uniquely Tumblr™ that no one from any other website would get this.
Im… Im not sorry
I decided to make it worse
Sexy Leg Einstein Post
Gradient Zone Post
and MishaPocolypse join the group
color theory hospital post
I want you all to know that I despise every single one of you.
Can I interest you in some fine copper ingots
He has survived Plinko Hell and back with a vengeance
Any time I think “welp, my dash is kinda boring this morning,” something like this happens.
I hate you shipping discourse I hate you unnecessarily aggressive DNI banners I hate you dehumanization of those you disagree with I hate you harassment over ships or favorite characters I hate you purposeful lack of nuance I hate you false equivalencies I hate you policing how people engage in fandom I hate you actively trying to make fandom spaces hostile I hate you refusal to filter your feed I hate you making it everyone else’s problem
old tumblrcore. if you remember these youre entitled to a veteran's discount
- follow forever
- "rebagel"
- nightposting
- the reblog button being on the top
- everyone referring to david karp as "daddy"
- "can you make this ask rebloggable?"
- redux edits
- babblr
- WHO CHANGED IT FROM FUDGERS TO FUDGERS I WILL KISS THE POPSICLE DONT TICKLE ME JAMBOREE
- missing e
- "REBLOG IF YOU SUPPORT GAY PEOPLE" (30 gay-themed gifs)
- losing post editing because of John Green
- hipster bloggers vs fandom bloggers
- when messaging finally came out and we had to infect each other with it like we were playing Plague Inc
youre right it was nightblogging...after all these years im losing my mind....
Please, for the love of God, unmute this
I’d like to know what the first person to put human clothing on a dog was thinking
like were dogs even dogs yet or did someone manage to squeeze a particularly patient tamed wolf into a leather shirt and then howl with laughter as it trotted around the cooking fires dressed like Uncle Urg begging for food scraps
the wolf started running backwards in circles trying to get out of Uncle Urg’s shirt and everyone is laughing so hard that the sleeping children and young mothers and old folk wake and come out of their hide huts and observe First Funny Dog galloping around in the moonlight, and a tradition is born
There was a brief but decisive evolutionary bottleneck of canines that begrudgingly allowed homo-chimps to live after sticking them in a corset.
“Will you flush game for me, Wolf, when I go hunting the wild things beneath the trees?” asked Human.
“I will,” said Wolf, “If only you leave me the bones and scraps of meat from your kills.”
“That is well,” said Human. “And will you use your ears and eyes and nose to guard me while I rest, and warn me when lions prowl too near?”
“I will,” said Wolf, “If only you let me lie in the warmth of your cooking-fires.”
“But of course,” said Human. “And will you do as I command, and follow me wherever I go, and love my children and grandchildren as you would love your own?”
“I will,” said Wolf, “If only you scratch me where my claws cannot reach, and pet me, and heal my injuries when I am wounded.”
“Always,” said Human. “And will you let me dress you up in funny clothes, and dance around, and do little tricks for me to laugh at?”
Wolf hesitated, and eyed Human warily for some time, weighing its choices. “That depends,” it said. “Will you tell me I’m a good boy?”
Human smiled. “The goodest boy,” it said.
Dog wagged its tail, and Wolf was no more.
I’ve reblogged it before, and I’ll say it again: this prose is right up there with Kipling’s Just So Stories. A modern literary masterpiece. I feel compelled to make an illuminated manuscript of it.
My condolences to everyone upset by this.




















