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It bothered me that the source led nowhere so I found the artist:
Ginette Lapalme
Source: i.pinimg.com
sci fi is when women in tank tops are covered in grease and sweat and are shouting at people and racing against time to save lives
It's so funny when TERFs do biological essentialism and take it to some insane extreme I never could have imagined on my own. You'll be scrolling an LGBT or feminist tag and suddenly see a post that says "Women prefer milk chocolate colored pretzels while men prefer dark chocolate covered pretzels due to Female Socialization," and some other TERF in the notes is replying "Men eat dark chocolate covered pretzels because they have angry, rage-filled souls. Women are incapable of eating dark chocolate covered pretzels, the flavor is too harsh and wicked for their gentle tongues." and not a single person in the thread realizes that this is fucking balderdash
“The Barbie movie is just brand propaganda and you’re giving in to capitalism” I really really don’t care like I REALLY don’t care and btw marx isn’t going to fuck you
one thing about tumblr users isthat they love to disagree with posts. another thing is that they love to do is disagree with things that were not even in the post as if they were
this is just absolutely not true. people do not normally drink printer ink.
musicforadarkenedtheatre-deacti
tumblr in 2020:
- posts on your dashboard are ranked by how much the ceo personally likes them
- a widget on everyone’s blogs that publically displays their top five search terms
- images disabled altogether
- they ban you if you have a custom theme
- app crashes at a speed imperceptible to the human eye
- you can buy little outfits for the “t” logo with real money
Windows Vista - Busy Cursor (XL)
Surely Windows Vista shouldn’t qualify for “old windows”, it’s only been a couple OS versions since it came out
AUUUUGH
spongedyke-deactivated20221017
grindcore father and breakcore mother talking to their harsh noise baby: bwoooooooooow…💥BWBBWMAMAMMAMMBAAAAAAAAAMBWABMWBABBAWMWAB💥 BABABAABABBABBABABBABABWSSHOOWOOOOOOOOOOooo💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥WBWBWW BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPWPAPWPWAPPWAPWAPAWPPWAPWBWAPBWAPBPWAPBWABPWAPBAWBPWAPBWMMMMMMMMMMmm💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥MMMMMMMMMMMWBBWBBAWBWBWBBWBWB baby: H h H h H h H h H h H h 💥 H a h h HH Hh HH E E E E E E
1,000 Cisgender Male Proboscis Monkeys Gathered For Beer And Toys Deep Underground. The Males Enjoyed Pale Ale And Oatmeal Stout On Draft And Pulled Wooden Ducks Around On Strings.
1,000 Females Stayed Above Ground To Listen To A Podcast
1 Fell Off And Bumped His Head
Last week I accidentally took an edible at 10x my usual dose. I say “accidentally” but it was really more of a “my friend held it out to my face and I impulsively swallowed it like a python”, which was technically on purpose but still an accident in that my squamate instincts acted faster than my ability to assess the situation and ask myself if I really wanted to get Atreides high or not.
Anyway. I was painting the wall when it hit. My friend heard me make a noise and asked what was wrong—I explained that I had just fallen through several portals. I realized that painting the wall fulfilled my entire hierarchy of needs, and was absolutely sure that I was on track to escaping the cycle of samsara if I just kept at it a little longer. I was thwarted on my journey towards nirvana only by the fact that I ran out of paint.
Seeking a surrogate act of humble service through which I might be redeemed and made human, I turned to unwashed dishes in the sink and took up the holy weapon of the sponge. I was partway through cleaning the blender when it REALLY hit.
You ever clean a blender? It’s a shockingly intimate act. They are complex tools. One of the most complicated denizens of the kitchen. Glass and steel and rubber and plastic. Fuck! They’ve got gaskets. You can’t just scrub ‘em and rinse them down like any other piece of shit dish. You’ve got to dissemble them piece by piece, groove by sensitive groove, taking care to lavish the spinning blades with cautious attention. There’s something sensual about it. Something strangely vulnerable.
As I stood there, turning the pieces over in my hands, I thought about all the things we ask of blenders. They don’t have an easy job. They are hard laborers taking on a thankless task. I have used them so roughly in my haste for high-density smoothies, pushing them to their limits and occasionally breaking them. I remembered the smell of acrid smoke and decaying rubber that filled the kitchen in the break room the last time I tried to make a smoothie at work—the motor overtaxed and melted, the gasket cracked and brittle. Strawberry slurry leaked out of it like the blood of a slain animal.
Was this blender built to last? Or was it doomed to an early grave in some distant landfill by the genetic disorder of planned obsolescence? I didn’t know, and was far too high to make an educated guess. But I knew that whatever care and tenderness and empathy I put into it, the more respect for the partnership of man and machine, the better it would perform for me.
This thought filled me with a surge of affection. However long its lifespan, I wanted it to be filled with dignity and love and understanding. I thought: I bet no one has hugged this blender before. And so I lifted it from its base.
A blender is roughly the size and shape of a human baby. Cradling one in your arms satisfies a primal need. A month ago I was permitted to hold an infant for the first time in my life, an experience which was physically and psychologically healing. I felt an echo of that satisfaction holding my friend the blender, and the thought of parting with it felt even more ridiculous than bringing it with me to hang out on my friend’s bed.
my stupid fucking aunt loraine bought us an air friar for our wedding present 🤦♀️ the apartments barely big enough for the two of us now weve got this dumb asshole flying around preaching at us ... every time i get a migraine he tries to give me herbs and poultices 🙄
Anonymous asked:
When I was little I LOVED the taste of blues clues kids toothpaste. I'd just straight up eat it. My mom thought this was unhealthy and would take away the toothpaste if she caught me eating it. Or threaten to switch to grown-up mint toothpaste (not as tasty). I would crouch behind the open bathroom door slowly squeezing out blues clues kids toothpaste onto my hands and eating it as quietly as possible
this gave me such a beautiful visual i had to draw it. the true human experience of eating a little goopy in the dark
Let me tell you, seeing the picture without having read the post it comes across as a traumatized child hiding from their parent while crying and going back to read the post is a full on tumblr blindsided with a brick experience
want to cry for real
they're so right... kitties are experts at soft...
Did you guys know that the most recent version of sharks have fins that are kinda leg like and they like to walk up onto land?
no way i must have missed an update!
The Epaulette shark is only about 9 million years old as a species, making it the most recent branch in the shark family. And it is slowly but surely evolving into a land animal
You know what to do boys
after inputting some complex algorithms into my super computer i’ve determined what tumblr will look like in the year 2020
drbrianbae
i love how this comes back after every shitty update staff makes
nothing will make you think "i have got to get weirder" more than finally feeling comfortable enough around other people to admit to interests of yours that you think make you a freak and a weirdo only to realize with a combination of embarrassment and relief that you're like a normie to them
"sicko feedback loop" is a warrior's bond stronger and more meaningful than marriage
