Tumblr makes sense to me bc if i see something i like i get excited and hit the button to show other people and theres no weird unspoken social conventions my autistic brain doesnt understand. I can literally sit here and reblog 150 niche shitposts about harvest mice in an hour just bc they make me happy and i dont have to explain myself to anyone and i'll actually *gain* followers instead of just being called weird and downvoted or whatever its so cool
I love it here.
too early to make assumptions, but the fact that disney is rewriting captain nemo's backstory in their upcoming series so he steals his submarine from the english instead of building it himself feels gross to me
yeah :(
sorry i'm not done thinking about this. even though, again, it's still way too early for me to have any opinions. but this little detail is enough to make me worried.
because the early chapters have multiple scenes where nemo talks at length about the engineering behind the nautilus and how everything works (down to the tiniest detail, because jules verne did his research and he wants you to know no matter how many pages it takes), and aronnax is marveling over how amazing the technology is and how the submarine is beyond anything he could have ever imagined.
if you take out the detail that nemo built the submarine himself (which the book blatantly explains how he did that) and replace it with this plotline,
that part of the book i described is now a scene where an indian man and a french man cream their pants over the engineering and scientific power of the british empire.
Yeah this fucking sucks.
the grip tumblr has on society while being universally believed to be dead
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update:
He did her right
“he”?
confirmed
One of the hottest controversy of the month
I’ve seen this post a bunch and never once did I consider a scenario where it wasn’t about a woman.
Cancel culture strikes again
No but literally this sucks if real. Like it does and it's worrying
it is real. it sucks. my immediate reaction was outrage over them killing my favorite bus line. "promotes satanism" my brother in christ it's a fucking joke. polish christians get a grip challenge.
however,
the bus line's response to the controversy over the number was to change 666 to 669. which is some of the most beautiful malicious compliance i have seen in a while. and it makes up for the hope in humanity i lost while reading the above screenshot.
it has come to my attention that people don't know that there are physical disabilities that arent amputation or paralysis..
when i say that you need to be realistic about your disabled characters what I DONT mean is "yeah keep making your amputee characters but do research on prosthetics. what I mean is : amputees are a portion of disabled people, and one of the most represented! you making the 2000th character with a bionic arm bc she lives in the future isn't helping anyone I'm sorry.
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO SOMETHING NEW. MULTIPLY DISABLED CHARACTERS, CONGENITAL DEFECTS, FACIAL DEFORMITIES, DWARFISM, CHRONIC ILLNESS, THERES SO MUCH OTHER THAN PARALYSIS AND LIMB LOSS AND THEY NEED TO SEE THEMSELVES IN MEDIA TOO!!!!!!
plain text: Please please please do something new. Multiply disabled characters, congenital defects, facial deformities, dwarfism, chronic ilness, there's so much other than paralysis and limb loss and they need to see themselves in media too!
Not to derail this post, but I also wanted to say that there are lots of forms of paralysis other than full paralysis and quadrapalegia--which are the only forms of paralysis I've seen depicted.
I have hemiparesis/hemipalegia, which means half of my body (the whole right side) is partially paralyzed. I can do gross motor stuff like walking with assistive devices (a cane and a brace) but I can't do much find motor wise, like opening my hand or wiggling my toes.
yes of course! i think most people think of paralysis as like just not being able to move either of ur legs after an accident but our nervous system is so complex, it can happen anywhere and to anyone!
The concept of social media refugees is so funny, like what was it like surviving your long and perilous journey between tabs
Kind of hard to believe there was once a time where a legitimate genre of post was "my mom says if this gets 2k notes she'll buy me a doughnut" and everyone would just. go ham
I vote we revive this shit.
Y’all, if this post gets 2k notes I’ll buy my own damned self a doughnut.
Y’know what? Yes. If this hits 24k by the time I wake up on 21 June 2023, I’ll get myself a dozen. And a big ol’ coffee to go with them.
What will you do for 100K?
50K is fancy grilled cheese and tomato soup.
100K... Either a steak dinner, or a trip to the German place. I would make a poll if I could, but I’m too old and cranky to figure it out. XD
FOR THE GRILLED CHEESE!
TEAM GERMAN PLACE GO GO GO
I got an ask that disappeared at some point, about my existential crisis possum mug being wrecked and if I was making another.
this mug, I assume:
I did make a copy of this one, but forgot to take pictures lol. it’s still slowly drying on my shelf
I also carved a canine take on the mug too:
and I made an entirely different existential crisis possum mug just for fun
coming soon
wish i was coming soon
she com on my ing til i soon
got my first ever manicure and as a result two of my nails broke so now I have Sapphic Nails
choosing to read it as a sign, where's my new gf?
younger cousin told me I've had a glowup in the last few years, so now I am literally glowing
it's amazing how ordinary objects can become so significant to only the owner
when my aunt's best friend passed away, my younger brother was four years old. at his funeral, my brother went up to her and gave her a nickel. he told her very solemnly that it would make her feel better. she smiled for the first time in days, and tucked it in her wallet.
when my brother was 22, his best friend passed away unexpectedly. my aunt drove three hours to be there for him at the funeral. she went up to my brother, gave him a big hug, and then gave him a nickel. it was the same nickel; she had kept it in her wallet for 18 years, and now it's on a necklace that he never takes off.
what i'm trying to say is that the love you put into the world will always find its way back to you.
around when I first started dating my boyfriend i bought myself this novelty blanket that looks like a photorealistic tortilla because I am SUCH A SUCKER for novelty shit. when he saw it in person for the first time his eyes lit up, which should have been a warning sign for the indignities to come.
so he’s a first responder and his day shifts start obnoxiously early as far as I, a pampered corporate asshole, am concerned. almost invariably when he’s at my place there will be an alarm at an hour that is downright unconscionable that will make him wake up and roll out of bed to get ready and will simultaneously make me burrow under the pillows grumbling about how surely nobody actually NEEDS their lives saved this early in the morning, after which I will promptly attempt to go back to sleep
he is a clever man and he knows this is when i am most vulnerable to attack.
every single time we do this dance, he quietly dresses, packs up, goes about getting ready to leave, and then when i have juuuust fallen back asleep, he returns with the tortilla blanket. He finds it no matter where I have hidden it.
He then creeps silently up to my side of the bed and uses his superior speed, strength, and reflexes to wrap me up in it incredibly tightly while i am still dazed and sputtering, so that i cannot move my legs or arms and am reduced to humiliating halfhearted magikarp flops that do not deter him from at least attempting to kiss my forehead.
then he goes to my bedroom door, opens it, then pauses, turns around, looks at me, the soft human filling of the facsimile of an enormous burrito he has just constructed, and says in his best romantic lead voice “I’ll see you soon, beans.”
you cannot understand how devastating it is to my ego that i am beans.
oh also sometimes he takes a snap of me flailing in my tortilla prison and then sends it to me only after he has left my apartment building and has gotten into his car
this means in practice that i get a snap notification just when i have managed to free myself, and i open it up expecting some cute shit… and then I have to relive the indignity all over again but with the additional burden of knowing just how hilarious this all looks from his point of view
"nothing is real atoms never touch each other youve never touched anything in your life" ok. well when i pet my dog he is soft and when he licks my hand it is wet and that is far more real to me than whatevers going on at an atomic level
what my atoms are doing is their fucking business man i'm busy trying to stop my dog from eating tissues directly out of the box
