"You can't be a lurker on tumblr." Yes, you absolutely can. I've been quietly reblogging things since 2014 and I haven't interacted with anyone in years.
That's not lurking that's literally interacting with the posts the way you're supposed to be interacting with them.
I think tumblr would like this one
amok time (1967)
idk what traumatized or mentally ill person needs to hear this but dreams (especially the really disturbing ones you dont want to talk about to anybody) arent some deep peek into your psyche or a sign of your True Desires or whatever theyre quite literally your brain making fruit salad with whatever it can find on the shelf. just putting all that shit in a blender and hitting obliterate. its fine, youre fine, youre not a weirdo for it
Actually forget what I said. This dream is more important than anything
Remember the olden days when you could be the skilled yet humble village blacksmith who tries desperately to live up to the family blacksmithing name but somehow you just aren’t as impressive as your father until one day a famous knight of the king visits your village to have his blade fixed by your father only to discover he isn’t there anymore and it’s just you and at first he seems disappointed, but then you start fixing his blade and he’s always in your shop because he cares a lot about his sword and so the two of you gradually get closer and at first it’s just casual but then it gets heavier and he opens up to you about how he isn’t sure he can be this hero everyone wants him to be and fulfill the prophecy and you tell him you aren’t sure if you will ever be a blacksmith as good as your father and sitting there across from you in your cozy shop, the fire from your forge reflecting in his eyes he tells you it’s okay if you can’t be your father, you can be you but then as much as you try to delay it his blade is fixed and he has to go off to fight the demons plaguing the kingdom and you aren’t sure if you’ll ever see him again?
Centaur at the Village Blacksmith, Arnold Böcklin, 1888
“Korn” “limp biscuit” “smashing pumpkins” … is this a metal festival or are we about to sit down for thanksgiving dinner
hospitals in america are like you farted and it was soooo stank we had to turn on a fan. +$100000000000 to your hospital bill
I hope you don’t mind, but I slowed the gif down because that is a FANTASTIC move.
this is the kind of shit that gets described as “quickly disarmed him” in writing and truly doesn’t do it justice
Cas: i love you 🥺
Dean (especially) for the past few days on tumblr dot com:
[ID: a newscaster on TV, sitting at a desk and holding papers with both hands while looking at the viewer. The words “breaking news” are written in all caps on the screen behind him. End ID]