So You’ve Fled Worse Websites For This One And Wish To Make A Hellsite A Hellhome

Just a friendly reminder that on this godforsaken website you can and should do the following few things that involve going into your settings:

1: Under Dashboard, disable Best Stuff First, Include Stuff In Your Orbit and Based On Your Likes. The former ruins the how the timeline works here, the middle violates the sanctity of anonymity if people you follow don’t want you to see their likes, the latter is a crapshoot and annoying and inaccurate because the likes algorithm is fucked.

2: Under Account, turn off letting people finding your blog through your email address, your email should not be just out there like that.

3: Under Notifications, turn off news because nobody knows what the hell is popular or gaining traction at any given moment. Posts from 6 years ago will randomly gain a resurgence of popularity for no good reason. Also just turn off the stuff that gives you immediate info about notes or updates or notices it’s just so fucking annoying and useless.

Under Appearance, you can choose to make who you follow private and what you’ve Liked private. I recommend doing both of those things. The old days of dumbass slapfights and following discourse are long gone but not yet over. Defend your mental health by just not letting folks know what you’re following or what you like, do what the Bird Site never ever let you do. From here you can also choose to turn anonymous asks off and that’s a good way to learn who you need to block if they’re being a shit to you, which to that I say block early and block often.

This website is different than the Bird Site in that 1: it will not tell you who to follow and 2: Likes do nothing, Reblogs are what matters. Likes are nice but Reblogs keep the blood pumping and posts/works by artists circulating. You can even choose to reblog your own stuff. This site is a massive sea of islands that have boats parked around them and bridges between them. There are, regrettably, Nazis and TERFs and tradcaths on this site. I have never seen them except for when they decide to pick fights with people I follow. You should also make it abundantly clear those people are not welcome to interact with you. You can threaten them with death here. It tends to work. Tell the fascists to die, recirculate the blood of content, treat this site well and keep it healthy and it will keep your mind healthy in turn.

This site allows a shocking amount of anonymity in the modern age. You don’t have to share personal information if you don’t want to. I don’t recommend you do. People can and have used DNI criteria and trigger/content warnings to dunk on people or upset them. Keep yourself and your data safe, you don’t have to have a carrd in your header or a list of kinks or a laundry list of things you believe in. Keep strangers at an arm’s length and moderate what you tell other people about yourself. I know this used to be the internet’s #1 naked picture dump and so many people courted parasocial relationships with folks here. Those times have changed. Don’t be weird and don’t let people be weird to you based on what they know about you.

By many standards on this website, I am an old-timer, even though I’ve been here steadily since 2015 with an initial reg date of 2013. I know the old stories, of the Oncelor, of Dashcon, the Kickstarter scams, the doxxing. I only qualify as an old-timer due to the fact that I stayed through the porn ban of 2018 and kept circulating content. This site…it’s not good, but it is what you make of it. Curate your content, even though the tagging system doesn’t work. Find what you like, even though the search function sucks ass. If you’re here for popularity you generally won’t find it because the algorithm straight up does not work, but also if you were forged in the fires of the Bird Site you likely knew this would not be the case. My advice is to find a handful of people who provide a feed like I do and if any specific names you see a lot interest you, skim their own blogs, follow them if you like, let your network spread, never be afraid to prune who you follow. Also your follower count doesn’t mean shit, it doesn’t really dictate who can see what you’re putting out there, your marketing and self-promotion is more or less tied 1:1 to using the tag system and your own hustle.

My other advice is to be as queer as you want, support queer people, and most importantly to tell the fascists to die as creatively as you’d like.

Might I add: don’t censor yourself. Don’t use words like “unalive” and shit like that. Don’t let other apps’ censorship carry over here. Don’t be afraid to say what you mean. If you are, this is not the place for you.

Follower count absolutely means nothing. No one besides you can even see it.

Please, PLEASE be careful with your personal information. This is a site built on anonymity, and that is a good thing! It didn’t use to be common practice to share your name and age and a list of things people can hurt you with and bully you about and use to identify you irl with, and the Internet has only gotten more unsafe since then.

You are gonna see some WEIRD takes here. Just scroll past and don’t be afraid to block, for any reason. Tumblr won’t tell the blog you’ve blocked and there’s pretty much no way for them to find out unless they look up your blog by name and figure it out when nothing comes up.

Speaking of blocking, make sure you do reblog things because everyone blocks empty blogs assuming that they’re bots, or just on principle (likes don’t change anything. Reblogs do. While tumblr is what you make of it and you shouldn’t be afraid to treat your blog like your backyard and do whatever the hell you want with it, reblogs are what keep the site moving and just liking things is unhelpful).

Don’t be afraid to speak in the tags!!! Tags not only categorize your posts, but they’re a great way to sort of “whisper” - saying something that wouldn’t really contribute to the post, but that you want to say anyway. If someone likes your tags enough they’ll screenshot them and add them to their reblog.

Embrace the cringe. We are all cringe. You are not better than us. People might make fun of you for coming here from a different app - that’s standard new kid hazing. The faster you adapt to tumblr the faster you’ll know that you’re not one of the people they’re talking about, and be able to ignore it.

iconic parts of lord of the rings that sadly didn’t make it into the films:

feel free to add your own

- legolas enthusiastically singing a song and then forgetting the rest of it - that tree that’s happy with the fire - Legolas basically bitching about how young the rest is and almost literally saying that fangorn is old as balls - Gimli breaking into song and then refusing to talk about it - Aragorn carrying around a broken sword like #aesthetic

- Aragirn throwing a hissy fit when he us asked to leave his sword outside before seeing king Theoden - Gimli waxing poetic about how absolutely beautiful the caverns beneath Helms Deep are and asking Legolas to come see them with him to which Legolas replies “I would literally rather die” - Legolas complaining about the Galadhrim’s terrible accents - Everyone being gifted with cool stuff by Galadriel except Sam who gets a box full of dirt - Saruman taking over the Shire and becoming a brutal dictator

“And now leave me in peace for a bit! I don’t want to answer a string of questions while I am eating. I want to think!“ “Good Heavens!” said Pippin. “At breakfast?”

Types of Ships

Parts of the Ship

Wind Directions

Sides of Boats

my bad, should have reblogged from here. 

Oh my gods, guys, this looks so useful!!

Reblogging for future reference.

A reference I desperately needed

For all those seafaring adventurers.

it’s just hard not to think about the fact that in 1915, JRR Tolkien went to war not with but certainly in the same army and many of the same battles as his 3 best school friends, all nicely upper class young men who had never known much loss, and only he and one other came back alive - and a couple decades later, he wrote a book in which 3 nicely upper class young men (and one very excellent gardener) who have never known much loss go to war together, or at least they start out together, and they all come home alive. (Though one cannot bear it, and does not stay.)

What more it wasn’t just losing his friends, he was a commanding officer of a battalion of working class men. All farmers and miners from the same area of Lancashire. He felt affinity for them, but wasn’t allowed to socialize between the ranks due to military protocol and he hated it. 

 "The most improper job of any man ... is bossing other men. Not one in a million is fit for it, and least of all those who seek the opportunity."

I don’t think it was even 6 months later that he contracted trench fever and was sent home. 

His entire command was wiped out in one charge shortly after, the majority of a whole countryside’s youths slaughtered while he survived. Youths who were brave and steadfast, but thought of as lesser than their superior officers while still being the ones carrying the actual battle. Youths who deserved fellowship, respect, and above all to go home and dance with their own Rosie.

“My Sam Gamgee is indeed a reflection of the English soldier, of the privates and batmen I knew in the 1914 war, and recognised as so far superior to myself”. 

TRIES NOT TO CRY

There is a reason Frodo, who represents the English gentry, in the end falls and is caught by Samwise, who represents the common man.

But there is a soldier in Lord of the Rings who does not come back, and I don’t mean Boromir.

I mean the being who was a common hobbit, but who became corrupted by darkness and poison, who’s face is described in ways reminiscent of a gas mask.

The soldier who doesn’t come home, who is poisoned by gas and stress and insanity.

Is Gollum.

The Lord of the Rings repeatedly stresses the horrors of war. Eowyn's entire arc is about the truth of warfare versus the way it's glorified. She starts out glorifying war and combat and soldiers, even when her own brother is telling her war sucks and is terrible. And then in the end, she sees first hand what war does to people.

Aragorn's entire arc isn't to be the steadfast hero saving the day, it's to hold the line in terror and horror and blood while the overlooked folk are the people who save the world. And then, what makes him a king, is not his skill in battle, but his healing hands.

Which then ties into both Eowyn and Faramir's arcs. Eowyn goes into healing not because she's a weak and meek woman, but because war is horrible and saving lives is better than taking them. Aragorn is glorified within the text for his healing, and so is Eowyn.

Also, tying into the common man thing, in the movies it's Faramir but in the books it's SAMWISE who questions what brings a man so far from home to fight in a war and if he is really so different.

LOTR is anti-war propaganda.

"LOTR is anti-war propaganda"

All good war stories are

“What are we holding onto?”

“That there’s some good in this world, and it’s worth fighting for”

Mahabharat characters and ficlets therein: [1/?] 

Draupadi and Krishna

Insp: edits by @walburgablack and numerous edits by @chaanv  

It tires her. Being this constant “Instrument of Destiny”. Sometimes, she wishes to escape the grand plans that Divinity expects her to execute, by way of being a pawn.

Getting married to five men, being pledged like a commodity, and being the object of desire for lecherous eyes, Panchaali really has had it all, in all these years.

What next, Krishna?, she asks him.

All she gets is a meaningful silence, and a smile that only she can decipher.

It is all for the greater good, he answers.

His flute takes an identity of its own.

The tune is strange, she wonders.

And sure enough, it is. It seems to juxtapose The Maker and The Destroyer in one. As if were the music to which Shankara would perform his Tandava.

And then, she remembers.

Rudra had materialised in the Sabha the day she was presented there. The rage, her outburst, the disappointment, and of course…

Their silence.

There isn’t much to salvage here, Krishne. The flute seems to answer.

She swears she can feel the crescendo almost foretell the future, the stench of carrion flesh hits her nostrils, almost as tangible as her ears pick the tune of the one who was her likeness in nomenclature.

I shall make my efforts, Panchaali. He seems to read her mind.

Strangely, she doesn’t hope for the prophecy to fail. A fact, He seems to know for a fact. 

What else, Krishna?, she breathes.

The familiarity of the smile, and the endnotes of the dirge seem all too corporeal.

Keep reading

I wonder how many times Sam winced at a case where a girl named Jessica was killed.

I wonder how many girls Dean turned down at a bar because her name was Lisa.

I wonder which of the angels that died in the fall Cas mourned for.

I wonder if Asia is still forbidden in the Impala.

I wonder if Sam and Dean remember the dates their brother died on, and if they are a little quieter on those days, remembering how it felt to watch the person they loved most die.

I wonder if Sam avoids cases in Texas, just on the possibility that he might see Amelia again.

I wonder if Dean thinks and worries about Ben from time to time.

I wonder how many of the angels were once Castiel's friends, and if he had a funeral for them once they died.

I wonder if the Winchesters know that Cas has lost just as much family as they have, maybe more.

I wonder if Mary ever got to know the full story, the full tale of fighting and loss that her sons survived.

I wonder if Sam and Dean wince at the mention of Renaissance fairs or Advance Placement classes.

I wonder whose deaths Team Free Will have let go of, and whose they will never stop blaming themselves for.

I wonder if Castiel ever thinks of Meg.

I wonder if Dean ever thinks of Crowley.

I wonder if Sam ever thinks of Ruby.

I wonder if the sight of candy or a Celine Dion album makes Cas turn away.

I wonder if any of them ever think they could've done things better, if given the second chance to.

I wonder what Sam, Dean, and Cas think about.

well this isn’t the depressing shit I wanted this morning, but at least it was beautiful <3

Cinderella (1950)

This. This moment is the most important in the movie. This is when the Prince falls for her - he was infatuated before but he clearly thought that the reason Cinderella was around him was because he was the Prince, but when he discovered she has no clue, he realised that she stayed and talked and spent the whole night with him because she likes who he was as a person - not his title. Not only that but he liked her; we don’t know what they talked about, but we can imagine it must have been interesting and nice to last a whole night so we know she just have said something that made him want to stay around her too. That’s why he wanted to find her, not cause she was pretty (I mean the guy couldn’t even remember her face and went off a shoe for God’s sake - which gives me a theory that the Prince has Prosopagnosia AKA face blindness) but because she liked him not his title, and he liked whoever she was, rich or poor.

The prince has face blindness and dumbass disease ok? He’s trying his best!

Oh my god… Prince Charming is a himbo

character poster ☽ Sam Winchester for @willherondalee

“ It doesn't matter what you are. It only matters what you do. It's your choice. ”

i’m screaming

I don’t think this woman is straight anymore.

Yall are missing the best fucking part

This is my new favourite post on tumblr, bye

i love this. the gay agenda strikes agai

Lol

Other cartoons that the publisher refused to print before firing Rogers:

A political cartoonist who had satirized every President during his 25 years at the paper is fired for drawing Trump cartoons.

“This is precisely the time,” Pittsburgh mayor Bill Peduto (often the target of Rogers’ cartoons) said, “when the constitutionally protected free press – including critics like Rob Rogers – should be celebrated and supported, and not fired for doing their jobs. This decision, just one day after Trump labeled the news media is ‘our country’s biggest enemy.’“

Y'know, like dictators always do under fascist regimes.

The story on The Guardian: X

Want to support him?

https://www.patreon.com/robrogers

He has a patreon.

Humans Are Weird

So there has been a bit of “what if humans were the weird ones?” going around tumblr at the moment and Earth Day got me thinking. Earth is a wonky place, the axis tilts, the orbit wobbles, and the ground spews molten rock for goodness sakes. What if what makes humans weird is just our capacity to survive? What if all the other life bearing planets are these mild, Mediterranean climates with no seasons, no tectonic plates, and no intense weather? 

What if several species (including humans) land on a world and the humans are all “SCORE! Earth like world! Let’s get exploring before we get out competed!” And the planet starts offing the other aliens right and left, electric storms, hypothermia, tornadoes and the humans are just … there… counting seconds between flashes, having snowball fights, and just surviving. 

To paraphrase one of my favorite bits of a ‘humans are awesome’ fiction megapost: “you don’t know you’re from a Death World until you leave it.” For a ton of reasons, I really like the idea of Earth being Space Australia.

Earth being Space Australia Words cannot express how much I love these posts

Alien: “I’m sorry, what did you just say your comfortable temperature range is?”

Human: “Honestly we can tolerate anywhere from -40 to 50 Celcius, but we prefer the 0 to 30 range.”

Alien: “……. I’m sorry, did you just list temperatures below freezing?”

Human: “Yeah, but most of us prefer to throw on scarves or jackets at those temperatures it can be a bit nippy.” 

Other human: “Nah mate, I knew this guy in college who refused to wear anything past his knees and elbows until it was -20 at least.”

Human: “Heh. Yeah everybody knows someone like that.”

Alien: “……. And did you also say 50 Celcius? As in, half way to boiling?”

Human: “Eugh. Yes. It sucks, we sweat everywhere, and god help you if you touch a seatbelt buckle, but yes.” 

Alien: “……. We’ve got like 50 uninhabitable planets we think you might enjoy.” 

“You’re telling me that you have… settlements. On islands with active volcanism?” “Well, yeah. I’m not about to tell Iceland and Hawaii how to live their lives. Actually, it’s kind of a tourist attraction.” “What, the molten rock?” “Well, yeah! It’s not every day you see a mountain spew out liquid rocks! The best one is Yellowstone, though. All these hot springs and geysers from the supervolcano–” “You ACTIVELY SEEK OUT ACTIVE SUPERVOLCANOES?” “Shit, man, we swim in the groundwater near them.”

Sounds like the “Damned” trilogy by Alan Dean Foster.

“And you say the poles of your world would get as low as negative one hundred with wind chill?” 

“Yup, with blizzards you cant see through every other day just about.”

“Amazing! when did you manage to send drones that could survive such temperatures?”

“… well, actually…”

“… what?”

“…we kinda……. sent……….. people…..”

“…”

“…”

“…what?”

“we sent-”

“no yeah I heard you I just- what? You sent… HUMANS… to a place one hundred degrees below freezing?”

“y-yeah”

“and they didn’t… die?”

“Well the first few did”

“PEOPLE DIED OF THE COLD AND YOUR SOLUTION WAS TO SEND MORE PEOPLE???!?!?!?”

My new favorite Humans are Weird quote

“PEOPLE DIED OF THE COLD AND YOUR SOLUTION WAS TO SEND MORE PEOPLE?”

aka The History of Russia

aka Arctic Exploration

aka The History of Alaska

Being from Alaska, this was sort of how I felt going to college in the lower 48′s and learned that no one else had been put through a literal survival camp as a regular part of their school curriculum, including but not limited to:

1. Learning to recognize all forms of animal tracks in the wild so you can avoid bears and moose and search out rabbits and other small animals to eat.

2. Extensive swimming and climbing on glacial pieces with competitions to see who could last the longest, followed by a group sit in the sauna so we wouldn’t get hypothermia (no, not kidding, I really did this many times as a kid!)

3. How to navigate using the stars to get back to civilization.

4. How to select the right type of moss from the trees to start a fire with damp wood (because, y’know, you’re in a field of snow. Nothing is dry.)

5. How to carve out a small igloo-like space to sleep in the snow to preserve body heat and reduce the windchill so you won’t freeze to death in the arctic.

“I’m telling you, I don’t think we need to worry about territory conflicts with the humans. You know all those deathtrap hell-worlds in the Argoth Cluster?” “Those worthless rocks? Yeah.” “80% of them are considered ‘resort destinations’ by those freaky little primates.”

“I’m telling you, they terraform for fun!” “Don’t be ridiculous” “No, seriously. Some of their most celebrated cultural loci are built on swamps. They have an entire city that is literally in a body of water. Not, like, an artificial pontoon city, they literally sunk the foundations into water. For Grilp’s sake, they build elaborate structures out of frozen water AND THEN SLEEP IN THEM.” “Dear Thilak. Think we could get them to terraform our moons?” “Psh, they’d probably pay for the privilege.”

Eventually, it occurs to someone that humans are the perfect terraforming shock troops, as it were. They think it’s fun to be sent to horrible planets! They’re really good at surviving and then taming them! All you have to do is sit back and wait until the planet is habitable, and then move there yourself! It’s genius.

It only takes one try before the reality of the situation sets in: human definitions of ‘taming’ and ‘habitable’ are woefully incomplete.

“Why did you not eliminate the venomous plant life?” Grahssk’ti moans, clutching one limb.

“Those?” The human laughs. “Why bother? They’re not that bad. And they eat the mosquitoes.”

Grahssk’ti shudders. The ‘mosquitoes’ are… not to be mentioned. Just one swarm of them caused a landing shuttle to crash three planetary daylights ago.

“And the acid storms? Why did you not warn us of them?”

“I mean, they’re annoying,” the human says, shrugging, “but we figured the cool sunsets made up for it.”

Grahssk’ti flails helplessly. “What about the ten-meter tall Fanged Death Bringers? They can eliminate an entire settlement in under an hour!”

“They’re so cute!” the human says, brightening. “Have you met mine? Her name is Spot!”

Humans are told of some planet or region of space that is considered “completely and utterly inhospitable - it would be folly to try and settle there.”

Without fail, a decent number make it a point to settle there because “Fuck You That’s Why.” It doesn’t matter how uneconomical it is, how difficult the conditions are, how utterly ridiculous it may seem, there will be at least one human who will attempt to do it only because someone else regardless of species says it is improbable or WORSE impossible. 

“This moon is still forming as such it is primarily soft - by that I mean most of the magma is close to the surface and-” ‘OH BADASS you mean its like Mustafar right!?!?!?! I’m totally going to build a castle there.’ “What. I mean. There is NO fertile ground there whatsoever. No ecosystem. It is molten rock and minerals only.” ‘Which will make my castle there look METAL AS FUCK am I RIGHT!?!??! Come on. COME ON. I TAUGHT YOU HOW TO FISTBUMP COME ON.’ “….you….you are going to die, you know this right?” ‘I’m getting the feeling you don’t want to come to Lava Castle for some reason?’

“Listen, lad. I’ve built this kingdom up from nothing. When I started here, all there was was molten magma. All those aliens said I was daft to build a castle on a molten planet, but I built it all the same, just to show ‘em. It sank into the magma. So, I built a second one. That sank into the magma. So I built a third one. That spontaneously combusted, turned to ash, then sank into the magma. But the fourth one stayed up. An’ that’s what your gonna get, lad – the strongest castle in this solar system.”

“I’m gonna need for you to explain ‘hurricane parties’ to me again.  You humans have the technology to track these apocalyptic storms of wind and rain and predict where on the landmass they’ll hit up to a week in advance.  And you…have social gatherings during them?”

“Well yeah, but only up to about Category 3 strength.  Then it’s time to pack the car and head inland for most people, although a few hardy souls stick around and ride them out.”

“Oh good.  Category 3 is what again?  Winds up to 75 kilometers per hour?”

“No no, Category 3 starts at 175 kilometers per hour.  You left off the one.”

I’m sure I’ve reblogged some version of this before, but I needed the STRONGEST CASTLE IN THIS SOLAR SYSTEM on my blog.

“This planet is so cool!”

“It’s a planet completely made of ice.”

“Yeah! Let’s send some scientists! Or I could be the youngest person there!”

“You’d die, it’s below freezing level!”

“But the blizzards are so pretty!”

“The storms of dEATH ARE NOT PRETTY!”

Like or reblog if you save, sweetheart x

I think Ford speaks for all of us in that.

The only person I would be okay with playing Indy would be Jensen Ackles.

Anyone else is just a big no

Look, my husband, who in no way shape or form gets my Supernatural obsession (though he supports it) says the only person he can see playing Indy is Jensen. And my husband is a DIE HARD Harrison Ford fan. That’s saying a lot.

OK, but if Hell let out everyone then what’s to say Heaven can’t too? If Heaven pairs up with the Winchesters to conquer the undead and Chuck, they need more power. Where do they get those? Souls that are in Heaven. 

This could be a legit way to bring back so many greats from previous seasons as soul warriors! Bobby, Charlie, Mary, John, Jo, Ellen, Eileen, Rufus! I want them all back and kicking ass! And if SPN doesn’t do it, I’ll be waiting over here for the epic s15 fanfics.

I thought this show was supposed to be fiction

THE SECOND BEST PART ABOUT THIS SEASON FINALE.

Cockles: JIBCON 10, and Jensen still can´t control his face

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