Sometimes we need fantasy to survive reality.

RB for the largest sample size this site has ever seen

I've never watched a single episode of spn but I've been thinking about the implications of being stuck inside a meme

Reblog if you had a Tumblr for 5+ years

Myself included tbh

I know we all love yelling about tumblr but I feel like some of you dont realize how good we have it.

Twitter? Actively promoting nazis.

Instagram? Exposed as a P.do den.

Reddit? Killing the apps that provide the tools that mods use to run subreddits, which kills the site.

Meta? Do we start with the fact that it actively fuels outrage or something else of your choice?

Tumblr? Boo-hoo, a button is in a less convinient place now and occasionally you get bots following you which you can just ignore.

We have it SO MUCH better than any of the other sites. Show some appreciation.

"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.

Watching reddit refugees and native tumblrinas intermingle is like that scene from the Lion King 2: Simba's Pride, where all the lions realize that the only thing that separates them is mud and they shouldn't fight because they're family.

Except the mud is crippling social anxiety and the family is a rotting capitalist system that ruined both our respective sites, but in different ways.

hakuna matata.

sunshine boy☀️

wanted to try use adobe illustrator since i used it only for school

god bless shane molina for creating the original stunning sketch (credit in art)

I feel at home already

@roadwrkahead

Watching the difference between the Twitter migration mentality vs. the Reddit migration mentality is fucking hilarious.

Like, when Twitter users started moving over here everyone was pulling out all the stops and bringing back old fandoms that they were into and basically firing rent lowering shots by being super cringey.

And then all of the sudden when the Reddit refugees start showing up we're like, "ah yes, pull up a log and gather around the dumpster fire. We'll teach you how to not get killed by people hunting down bots and carve out a little area for you guys to relax and get used to the site before we throw you into the deep end of this hellsite that we call home. Tomorrow is Let Papyrus say Fuck day so you can prepare for that if you want. You want some hot coco and a blanket?"

I do think it’s funny that Alicent gets labeled a conservative trad wife by people who wanted her to sit down shut her mouth and let herself and her children be abused by her husband’s family.

RHAENYRA TARGARYEN and ALICENT HIGHTOWER commissioned by @nikolaislanstovs

Reblogging things I like feels a lot more goblinesque than upvoting ever did. The upvotes felt like "hmm yes, I approve *golf claps*" while reblogging feels like furtively staring at something before shoving it in your mouth and scurrying back underneath the nearest piece of furniture.

Which isn't to say that I don't like it. But I definitely find myself going "maybe I shouldn't reblog this because I've already reblogged a bunch of things today and I don't want to look like I don't have a life," I say as I close the app and reopen it like one of those little automatic box toys with the switches.

I have seen quite often that many people consider young Alicent to be too sensitive and just an envious/jealous girl. Well...

Daemon almost killed Alicent's brother at the tourney, (he was much younger than him). Gwayne was so badly wounded that even the maester had to personally visit Otto and warn him that his son will live.

Otto and Daemon's relationship has always been tense. Daemon allows himself to insult the memory of Otto's dead wife, in front of EVERYONE at the council.. And I remind you, mother's death is the same trauma for Alicent as for everyone's beloved Rhaenyra whom everyone loves to justify her behavior with the death of her mother. But no one talks about Alicent, even tho she also lost her mother. Alicent loved her very much and she still misses her, praying every day at the sept. Do you think she doesn't know what kind of relationship her father has with Daemon? She knows what a terrible person Daemon is, what frightening violence he is capable of, but she is silent and smiles because he is a prince, he is the brother of the king, and uncle of her best friend. She always has to be silent, polite and patient, just like her father.

Imagine what Alicent felt when she found out that Rhaenyra had slept with a man like Daemon? Betrayal. No, it's not just envy that her "friend" has privileges, it'sdisappointment. To make matters worse, Rhaenyra lied to Alicent, she SWEARS BY HER MOTHER'S GRAVE AND DEATH that she IS TELLING THE TRUTH. Mother. Little Alicent values her words, she values the memory of her mother, she is still grieving, and she believes Rhaenyra.

She even refuses to believe her own father, the closest and dearest person in her life. And for what? Eventually she becomes the reason why her father is kicked out of the Red Keep in disgrace, depriving the status of the king's right hand. She defended Rhaenyra's honor, she justified her, and was left absolutely alone again. No mother, no father.

She feels the bitterness and pain of loneliness in the court, and then this feeling doubles because what she did turns out to be a huge mistake. Her best friend is a liar. From Alicent's perspective, her best friend hooked up with a man who had been at enmity with her father all her life, almost killed her brother, and after Rhaenyra smiles at her as if nothing had happened, and shamelessly scatters words, the consequence of which is the departure of her father.

But yeah, for some stupid reason of course "she's just jealous girl" and nothing more.

alicent: as a child my father groomed me for marriage, and by the age of 15 i was hand-picked by the most powerful man in the land. my closest friendship was suddenly rent from me as i was forced to become my best friend's stepmother and bear children who would cause a succession crisis. my only allies are a man who coerces me into providing sexual favors for information and another man who defected from the crown princess's service after she used him for sex. that princess went on to marry the man who is a widely known murderer, war criminal, and terrorist and also by the way despises me and my family. my husband (the king and terrorist's brother) does absolutely nothing about his deranged behavior, the general upkeep of the realm, nor the upbringing or safety of the children he forced me to have. in fact when one of our kids had an eye gouged out, he publicly gaslit me and made it punishable by death for people to align themselves with me. now that he's dead i fear for my life and that of my children. as a last resort i am going to crown my own son king over the woman who has done nothing but ignore and humiliate me for half our lives

rhaenys: oh so you hate women

Hogwarts houses not as your defining trait but the way you survived your childhood — the way you coped with your trauma.

Ravenclaw is the book you buried your nose in as you put one foot in front of the other. They are the children who stayed under the bed with flashlights to catch the monster under the bed. They are the children who came to believe themselves to be monsters. Ravenclaw is a room where you store all the things you try to forget. It’s spending years trying to think your way out of that room. Its knowing the world is a vicious place and finding wonder in it anyways.

Slytherin is keeping your head down and your eyes open. It’s blood in your mouth and venom on your tongue. Slytherin is being sharp and precise and deadly as a snake because there’s no other way to survive. It’s knowing there’s no space for you in this world unless you’re willing to carve it out. They are the children who learned to bide their time. To wait for the perfect moment to strike. To go in for the kill. Slytherin is knowing there is no justice in this world unless you make it.

Gryffindor is a tightly clenched fist to keep your hands from shaking. Its children who used to hide under the bed. Children who swore they’d never let anyone make them afraid again. Gryffindor is raised eyebrows and hackles. It’s children who know fear like a second skin. They wrap themselves in it like a home. Gryffindor is digging your toes into the earth and widening your stance. It’s matching the lions predatory gaze with a challenge of your own and clenching your jaw so it doesn’t tremble.

Hufflepuff is a pair of trembling hands that hold on tight. It’s knowing that caring leads to betrayal and deciding to care anyways. It’s tear stains and heart strings boldly on display. It’s knowing life isn’t fair but choosing to try anyway. They are the children that know the world is cruel. They are the children that love it anyway.