feel like it's time for a new one. every reblog removes one HP from charles.
yea sure ill reblog that
tumblr: committing regicide one click at a time
my account is a safe space for the girls that have to rage and scream and bite and attack
itβs crazy how i donβt know what any of you do for school/uni/work? who are you guys outside of tumblr? what do you work as??Β
Iβm shook at prev tags ur a CHEF?!? Was NOT expecting that tbh-
i was legit thinking about this today - what do you guys do (if you are comfortable sharing) - are you in school (if so, what are you studying) ? taking a break? figuring things out? working (if so, what?)
i genuinely want to know (it makes me feel like i know you all that much more)
One thing about me is ill watch criticism video essays about nothing. Shit i know nothing about because i LIVE for hating and tearing things down, but in an objective detached correct way not in a personal psychosexual way. βWhy tim burtons alice in wonderland was a failureβ yup. Never seen the movie but im clicking. βThe fairly odd parents struggle for relevancyβ i havent even thought about timmy turner in ten years. Click. βThe problem with family vloggersβ click click clickity click.
requested crossover
What would happen if Ciri and Kassandra met?
i drew a scale to illustrate how misleading animal appearances can be
Guys it's kind of classless to be celebrating the fall of the Eye of Sauron like this :/ he's the only ruler most of Mordor has EVER known and was a cultural institution there for years :/ you can't blame him for all of the actions of Morgoth :/
my favorite genre of High Internet Intellectualism is when someone complains in broad strokes about media and accidentally reveals they've only been consuming content made for teenagers
"why are there no stories about adults? why are all the main characters teenage boys?" my good man you are the one reading the shounen
heβs watching you, fandom
silently
going through my old gifs and seeing this one and laughing because
ten years later the @giancarlovolpe is still watching you fandom! never forget!
Fuck personality tests. Who comes to your mind when I say "Michael"
watching a video about this cargo ship that blew up in texas in the 40βs and itβs like . i know that with a lot of incidents especially older ones like this the reason that the safety standards were so shitty was because they literally did not know that these kinds of disasters COULD happen (and in many cases these disasters are what MADE the safety standards better) but sometimes you just learn about this shit and you think. how could all these people be so stupid
- cargo of the ship consisted of twine (flammable) peanuts (flammable, oily) and cotton (FLAMMABLE) from houston and POST WAR AMMUNITION (OH MY GOD) FROM CUBA
- additional cargo they were picking up in texas city was LOOSE BAGS OF AMMONIUM NITRATE that the dock workers described as being ANOMALOUSLY WARM UPON BEING LOADED INTO THE SHIP ??????
- small fire breaks out in cargo hold, instead of putting it out with water that could damage the cargo the captain decides to close all the hatches to try to make the cargo hold airtight and smother the fire (stupid but you can kind of understand how they got there)
- the heat of the trapped smoke in the cargo hold instead causes the aforementioned LOOSE BAGS OF AMMONIUM NITRATE to undergo a chemical reaction and turn into nitrous oxide, massively increasing the pressure inside of the airtight hold
- one of the hatch covers fails
- mfw all the pressure in the cargo hold is released at once causing an explosion that fucking levels everything in the port within 2000 feet
- mfw the shockwave shatters windows up to a hundred miles away
- mfw on-fire twine and peanuts and fucking grenades are raining down over texas city
- mfw some of the pieces of the ship got launched into the sky faster than the speed of sound
- mfw they found the shipβs anchor inside of a ten foot wide crater over a mile and a half away
- mfw this was one of the largest and most devastating non-nuclear explosions in world history
- mfw this could have been avoided if theyβd just taken the L and put the fire out with water
also worth a mention: the SECOND boat that exploded in a very similar manner the next day which was an even more violent explosion, but less devastating because most of the port was. you know. already leveled and evacuated
someone running rescue and recovery after the FIRST boat exploded noticed that the second boat's cargo was on fire and reported it....and this just went. ignored. for several hours. until someone was like "oh shit better get this under control" and tried to move the boat to no avail and they just gave up and evacuated
next day it started raining glowing-hot metal boat chunks all over the city. AGAIN.
Today's problematic ships are the Grandcamp (first explosion) and High Flyer (second explosion).
Imagine you're a random Texan in this city and you're some distance away from all this and you're out gardening all morning and so you've got absolutely no context whatsoever and you suddenly hear this massive bang and then not too long later it starts raining burning peanuts and you're like
WHAT.
bits of burning twine start floating down from the sky to join them
and then a grenade.
and you're just
WHAT.
next day there's another bang and pieces of glowing metal start falling and you're just, okay, War of the Worlds is clearly no longer fiction, but . . . why peanuts?
I respect poetry so much because it does what I cannot do - say so much with so little.
When I have something Much to say, it takes me just as many words to say it. I say it with words that are each of them bland and common, unimaginative by their lonesome, with the hopes that if I stack so many together and squeeze a single drop of Much from each that it might flow into something meaningful.
When I have something to say, I say it twice. I say it three times. Because the first or second may not have captured the point. Because I do not trust myself to express the full essence saying it just once. Like just now, those last two sentences. Iβll repeat myself a third time for good measure - because I do not say it right just once or twice.
Poems say things in only a half, only a quarter. They choose single words worth more than ten of mine. I want to know how their minds shop for words. I want to distill myself like poets do. I want to trade in all my too many common words for the way they use an extraordinary few.
If I keep writing this, Iβll write it forever. Iβll explain myself again, as I have already, as Iβm doing now. With more and different other words, with the hope of saying myself fully, like how all the hatched and messy wanton scribbles from a pen might finally color in a page. I want to change that. I want to not rip the page Iβve oversaturated by the tip of my pen.
Iβll start tomorrow, maybe, to explain myself less.
O h...
If it werenβt for the crocheted dog Iβd have probably just thought she had a twin lol
Iβm a little disturbed but also highly impressed
This woman has a power that should be feared
Didnβt realize what the title meant til i looked at the dog
dorianpavusfanboy
Itβs two different people!! There are two reflections in the glass behind them!!
mautlin
You commented multiple variations of this, and Iβm well and truly stunned that you seem to think the crochet version should have no reflection like some kind of knitted vampire. Iβm at a total loss trying to make sense of your repeated insistence that having a reflection proves itβs actually another human. Do you know something we donβt? Should we be afraid?
dorianpavusfanboy
@mautlin Those are two different ladies and two different dogs. The dogs fur marks are different and the ladies face types are different as well. Itβs not the same lady. And if it really is the person who did the photoshop is truly amazing, look at how the arms touch in the middle. And look at the both of the dogsβ foreheads, the markings are different!
mautlin
β¦what do you think this is supposed to be a photo of? The dogs have different fur because one dog is made out of yarn. The women have different faces because, again, one woman is made out of yarn. There is no photoshop involved, just a lot of yarn.
DEDICATION
I have to point out that the lady is wearing a knitted sweater and her crocheted doppelgΓ€nger is wearing a crocheted replica of her knitted sweater.
The woman in the picture is NOT actually the woman who did the crocheting. The artist who did the crochetingβs name is Liisa Hietanen. She did a BUNCH of these of people who lived in her home town, apparently, but she hasnβt done one of herself.
Pokemon headcanon that once Absol are studied and people realize they prevent disasters instead of causing them, particularly dangerous workplaces get themselves a workplace Absol and it also decreases accidents.
Construction sites and fishing ships and factories will have one that pretty much just lazes about until it just gets up howling one day and knocks a dude down. They almost never figure out what would have happened but they're always like "yes absol thank you absol I am so grateful to be on the floor right now. Can I offer you a treat in this trying time"
another car opinion is that they shouldn't have touch screens
if you need to do something with your car (ex: adjust the AC) you should be able to do it based off of touch and minimal sight; without knobs and buttons for tactile orientation youre ... staring at an ipad while driving? awesome trend we've started
what the fuck happened
This was peak driver ergonomics. 3 Knobs for HVAC. How hot, How Hard, and where do you want it? RAdio is just below windshield level. Headlight switch is big and easily reached by feel alone. Buttons are large, and each one textured differently. You could operate everything without taking your eyes off the road.
Touch buttons on anything are a plague on humanity. There's no advantage, it's just tech bros fellating themselves. It just makes it way easier to press a button by accident.