💥ICONIC TUMBLR BLORBO POLL 2023💥

Greetings tumblypoos this is Cherry from real life, this is the blog for the iconic tumblr blorbo poll here containing THE iconic tumblr blorbos, all of them will fight to death and the winner gets to run over the losers with their lawn mower.

Remember to vote for the most iconic tumblr blorbo, not the character you like most!!

Edit: Someone commented not having the links so i added then <3

Our bitches are

Hatsune Miku vs Connecticut Clark (X)

Sasuke vs Catra (X)

Asuka vs Chat Noir (X)

Howl Pendragon vs Edward Elric (X)

Jinx vs Evelyn Wong (X)

Hiccup vs James Pokemon (X)

L vs Hunter (X)

Jack Frost vs Disneyland Peter Pan (X)

Vriska vs Luigi (X)

Marshall Lee vs Andrew Spiderman (X)

Shadow the Hedgehot vs Danny Phantom (X)

Snufkin vs Caleb Widogast (X)

Yuri Katsuki vs Lance Voltron (X)

Miette vs Shoto Todoroki (X)

Zuko vs Nico di Angelo (X)

Nico the Catboy vs Taako (X)

The first fights will start on Feb 20th and each fight will last one week because the longer it goes on the most risk at electoral fraud we have and wouldn’t it be funny?

I’ll be updating the winners after each week, you can follow me over @cherrystrawberrie​ or come and throw lemons at me whatever works for you

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(Nico the catboy and art by @sabertoothwalrus​)

(Nico di Angelo art by Viria)

(Caleb Widogast art by ornerine)

Hm, I voted with the majority 12 times and with the minority only three times, two of which were 51/49 splits. (I did not vote in the one poll I didn't recognize either candidate.) It's nice to know I'm ~85% on the pulse of Tumblr At Large.

Y'all THIS is the official citrus scale. Don’t be tagging adult content as oranges when you mean grapefruit. Do it right or don’t do it at all, my dudes.

This is 100% the opposite of how I learned it. Oranges are "hotter" than lemons. Like the joke that limes are just unripe lemons? Something more mature than yellow would be orange. What you call orange I've always seen called "key lime" or "baby lime".

Tbf, in the social circles I run in, the citrus classification system has mostly been replaced by Teen/Adult/Explicit and Not Safe For Work/Public/Sanity. So my memories of citrus labels are about 10-15 years old. Still. If I read a fic marked "orange" and it was tame, I'd be weirded out.

I thought it was "Dammit, Pardison"

Roses are red, that much is true, but violets are purple, not fucking blue.

I have been waiting for this post all my life.

They are indeed purple, But one thing you’ve missed: The concept of “purple” Didn’t always exist.

Some cultures lack names For a color, you see. Hence good old Homer And his “wine-dark sea.”

A usage so quaint, A phrasing so old, For verses of romance Is sheer fucking gold.

So roses are red. Violets once were called blue. I’m hugely pedantic But what else is new?

But I love you!

liking a fictional character who’s a shit person - cool

defending a character who’s a shit person - not cool

understanding why a fictional character did a shitty thing - cool

justifying doing that shitty thing - not cool

writing abusive characters - cool

romanticizing abusive characters - not cool

writing plot lines that involve oppression and bigotry - cool

writing oppressive, bigoted views into the thematic content of your narrative - not cool

this shouldn’t be that difficult to understand

Nothing about us without us.  Image description: [pale purple and yellow background with dark text] This April, don’t support an organization that harms autistic people. [crossed out logo for Autism Speaks] Support one built by autistic people, for autistic people. [logos for the Autistic Self Advocacy Network and the Autism Women’s Network]

Reblogging to spread the word, cause evidence shows that Autism $peaks are classic horror movie villains.

Reblogging because I’ve always wondered who to support instead of AS.

13 Reasons Why

Don’t watch it. Do not watch this fucked up mess of a show. Listen, I’ve been working in suicide prevention for almost six years, and I grew up in an area that had epidemics of teen suicides. The area is actually so well known that the show-writers and producers met with leading experts in the area on the ways that the media contributes to youth suicides - and then did almost everything they were warned not to do, even going so far as to actually show the suicide on-screen. Many of the experts that they’ve spoken with are expressing grave disappointment with how the show proceeded despite their advice.

If you’re suicidal, if you’re depressed, if you self-harm, and/or if you have any trauma associated with that, please do not watch this show. It was incredibly irresponsibly handled and puts people in very real danger.

how do people not swear??? like where does their anger go?? how do they show their enthusiasm??? what if they stub their toe??? like saying golly gosh isn’t really gonna cut it barbara 

I used to be one of those people who didn’t swear.  (This was less about any problem with profanity and more because it was a lot of fun to see the looks on people’s faces on those rare occasions when I did swear. Because when the guy who normally talks like Mr. Rogers is suddenly asking you what the fuck you are thinking, it gets your attention.)  And when I stubbed my toe, I would say random noises.  After a while, I settled on “RAZZLEFRATZIT GRIMBLESHNITZ”, which I’m pretty sure I saw in a comic book somewhere.  Another one of my go-tos was “Many Nasty Things About My Mother.”  (The exact words, not like a list of these things.)

And here’s the thing.  Anything can be a swear word if you want it to be.  Conversely there are many words that exist in usage mainly as “things to say instead of a specific swear word.”  I mean, crap, when you think about it, the effing language is full of words we say when it’s not okay to say another word that means the exact darn thing.  We can abbreviate words and they become acceptable, if you can believe that B.S.  Heck, we’ve got some words that are offensive in some contexts, but not in others– I can talk about Dick Van Dyke or the poem that talks about the pussy in the well with second graders, then pull out my binoculars and let them look at tits, Around the time I take them to the stables and show them my ass, the police will probably have questions for me, but it won’t be about any indecent activity, but more about why I have all these second graders with me, and why they’re not in school.  At this point, I’m not going to tell the nice officers that next we were going over to the chicken coop so they can check out my cock, I’m in enough trouble as it is.  

To top it all off, profanity changes over time– the phrase “humbug” used to be scandalous, and now it’s right up there with “gosh” and “golly” (which, for the record, both got their start as ways to say “God” without taking His name in vain.  (Apparently, it’s okay if you take God’s nickname in vain.) )

Today, characters on television can get away with saying that they’re so pissed that they’re going to kick that guy’s ass because he’s a son of a bitch.  I even heard one of the Winchester boys call someone a dick, and let me tell you, that blew my mind.  But when I was in high school, I knew a kid who got suspended for using the word “hell” in front of a teacher.  

Your profanity is arbitrary.

I work in customer service. Yeah, we’re not allowed to swear. When my brain clicks over to work mode, I say innocuous words & phrases with the same inflection as when I swear in home mode. Frex, one time a small child batted something fragile out of my hands and onto the floor and I said, “oh, dear” so cussedly I had to double take to make sure I hadn’t said “oh, shit”.

Most times, I swear using innocent, everyday words. When I’m frustrated, I growl “mother-loving son of a loving mother” or “oh, for the love of fluffy baby animals”. When I smack my funny bone or stub my toe, I exclaim, “sweet baby angels!” or “sunshine and daisies”.

It’s all in how you say it.

*gently headbutts u in the shoulder to show affection*

*absentmindedly pats your entire face to acknowledge affection received*

You might struggle with auditory processing if…

- Your catchphrase is “what?”

- You ask someone to repeat their question then finish processing and respond halfway through they’re finished repeating it.

- You somewhat processed what someone said but your brain won’t take it.

- You mishear what people say wildly wrong. Like, wildly wrong. Then you process it and it makes wayyyy more sense than whatever you thought someone originally said.

- “Wait, what?”

- Default face is a perplexed, confused look.

- You have to deal with rude people who refuse to repeat themselves and act exasperated at the suggestion, than proceed to get angry when you won’t respond to them and/or remember what they just said.

- You can hear a car door open down the street but you can’t hear someone talking to you in the same room.

- Talking is weird.

- You’re constantly seen as a bad listener (which, maybe isn’t that far from the truth- but they assume you’re not trying), unfocused (which I tend to be, but it’s unrelated), and so on. Nobody stops to consider that maybe you have processing issues.

- You were tested for hearing issues as a kid because you didn’t respond to people or talk much, but every test came back negative and your parents were told you have perfect hearing.

- The idea of talking to two people at once is terrifying beyond imagining.

- Responding to something someone said ages ago, even with a different conversation still going, the topic has moved on, and everyone forgot about it.

- “Huh?!”

Jurassic Park (1993), dir. Steven Spielberg

You know what I never noticed before this gif set is the little smirk on Alan’s face. Ian’s rather confused, mildly disturbed, but Alan’s laughing to himself like “yeah Ellie, tell it”.

If a ghost can open cupboards and break things, why not just take a pencil, find paper, write exactly why it’s unhappy, and tape the message on the fridge.

It just became second nature to close all the cupboards first thing in the morning (even though they’d been closed the night before). Which was when things escalated from banging cupboard doors to actually breaking things.

Faucets, door handles, curtain rods ripped from the wall… all the repairs started to add up.

“Look, I didn’t mind having an ethereal roommate, but I can’t afford to keep fixing all this shit. Here’s a pencil and some paper. Just write what’s bothering you–I doubt you could put anything that would be more expensive than having a plumber come out to replace all the faucets again.”

The next morning there’s a scrawl line at the top of the page that devolved into an angry scribbling mess that tore through the page. Two cupboard doors were entirely ripped off.

“I don’t want to get someone in to banish you, but this is ridiculous. Just tell me what you want.”

The second piece of paper is ripped into shreds and several knives are embedded in the wall.

A careful examination of the paper scraps show that it had the same scribbles as the first piece.

A quick trip to the library and a stop at a store later, there are kindergarten workbooks on learning to write spread across the counter.

“Look, I don’t know if you’re just being difficult, but I hope not. So I got an audiobook on learning to read and write, and here are some workbooks for kids–don’t get mad–to teach them their letters. Just press play on the stereo, and work through the books at your own pace. I’ll get more when you finish.”

The first workbook is half-completed before being ripped to pieces, but at least there was no other damage. Replacing it is significantly cheaper than replacing cupboard doors.

It takes awhile, but eventually the workbooks progress to a fifth grade level. These ones are starting to be more costly (they’re bigger, for one thing), but it’s not even the money anymore. Little notes scrawled in a shaky hand appear on the steamy bathroom mirror

Have A gooD dy

Or written in ketchup on the counter (that was a frightening sight the first time)

You R out of MLK

And then one day there’s a message taped to the fridge. The spelling and penmanship isn’t the best, but it’s legible and even signed.

Dear Occupente,

I have haunted this spot for ovr three huner hudre 300 years. My bones are dust and I am fergotN. I do not have wants to trap me. I am here 4 ever.

I am bord. Lonly.

I am sorrY 4 breaking things.

We be frends?

Syncerly Eloise

I love you, Eloise

so…jews argue so much there’s something WRONG if we agree?

When someone’s life or liberty is on the line, then, yes, that is exactly the logic behind this, and that’s it’s better to err on the side of caution rather than condemn an innocent.

You may find this interesting - in any death penalty case (which I’ve explained elsewhere how difficult it is to get the death penalty) there was a panel of 23 judges. The Talmud in Tractate Sanhedrin explains that these 23 are divided into 3 groups. A group of 10 whose responsibility was to find legal loopholes or clear evidence, or faults in the testimony, in order to try and prove the defendant innocent, a group of 10 who would argue against the defendant, acting as a prosecutor, and a group of 3 to make the judgement and decide the ruling. The GOAL was to avoid the death penalty - at almost all costs - and to MAKE argument, because in judaism, when there is argument and debate, we are always more likely to come to the truth.

I saw this, and almost posted it.  The paper is basically an academic paper saying “Yeah, that thing Jews have been doing for 3000 years? They nailed it.  If we all agree on something, or if all our data is the same massive pile, then…well, maybe there’s something wrong with our detectors, there’s too much noise in reality for all our actual measurements to agree.”

Share?

Here it is! That rare thing: a statistics paper that cites the Babylonian Talmud.

Yay! Thank you!

this is a great example of the value of historical comparison in social research tbh

Imagine being a human in an alien crew in space and leaving with bright blue or pink hair and the color fades and everybody on board wonders WHY you are losing your colors??? Is it the lack of greens? Are you sad? Angry? They just don’t know??

“Human-Kelly may we have a moment of your time?”

Kelly pauses in her inventorying of the photo-synth plates she’ll be installing after today’s cycle ends. “It’s just Kelly, hellot-Halzar, you don’t have to acknowledge my species every time we talk.” She smiles. “That’s not considered rude for us.”

“Very well hu—Kelly. Erm. May we have a moment of your time?” Many eyes blink earnestly at her.

“Sure. What’s up?”

hellot-Halzar considers. “May we discuss the structural nature of the ship interior and gravity-derived reference values at a later date? At this moment we would like to inquire as to the nature of your corporeal change.”

“Yeah sure—wait my what?”

“There is a mess hall wager.”

“About my –?”

“Concerning your strands,” hellot-Halzar says, gesturing.

“My….hair.” Kelly runs a hand through it. It’s purple as of two ship days ago. “Ok?”

“We wish to know whether the colour change signifies mood, nutritional intake variance, or ….erm….whether your mating season status has changed.”

“My mating season status, huh?” Kelly lifts an eyebrow.

“Yes.”

“Did Jerry put you up to this?”

“Human-Jerry refused to answer our questions about your strands, citing some phenomenon known to your homeworld as ‘famine in missed eek’.”

Kelly snorted. “Tell Jerry he can shove his archaic ideas about ‘feminine mystique’ where M-series stars don’t shine. As for your bet: sorry, it’s none of the above. I changed my hair because my last box of dye was about to expire and because I felt like it.”

hellot-Halzar considers. “chinret-Zer wins then, by technicality: that reason falls within acceptable parameters for ‘mood’.”

“I suppose it does.” Kelly pauses. “Who bet on the ‘mating season’ one?”

“Hmm?” hellot-Halzar had already turned to go and deliver the verdict. They turn one set of eyes back. “Oh that would be Drannuc. He said he smelled a difference in you.”

“Delightful,” Kelly says, instead of explaining menstruation and how that can affect mood, diet, and that technically it correlates to what most of the species on the ship would consider a mating season. “Next time, instead of betting, maybe just ask questions? And not Jerry. He’s a jerk.”

“Reclassifying human-Jerry as jerk-Jerry. We will approach you with all human queries from now on,” hellot-Halzar says and then continues on their way.

Probably for the best, she thinks with a lopsided grin, and then continues sorting the photo-synth plates to install on her space walk tomorrow.

“Reclassifying human-Jerry as jerk-Jerry” 

Pure. There is no other word.

I just really really really how this meme started as “humans are dangerous! and scary! here are Fun Human Facts about violence!” and now has grown into “here are short stories about friendly aliens misunderstanding harmless human quirks”.

Something I find incredibly cool is that they’ve found neandertal bone tools made from polished rib bones, and they couldn’t figure out what they were for for the life of them. 

Until, of course, they showed it to a traditional leatherworker and she took one look at it and said “Oh yeah sure that’s a leather burnisher, you use it to close the pores of leather and work oil into the hide to make it waterproof. Mine looks just the same.” 

“Wait you’re still using the exact same fucking thing 50,000 years later???”

“Well, yeah. We’ve tried other things. Metal scratches up and damages the hide. Wood splinters and wears out. Bone lasts forever and gives the best polish. There are new, cheaper plastic ones, but they crack and break after a couple years. A bone polisher is nearly indestructible, and only gets better with age. The more you use a bone polisher the better it works.”

It’s just. 

50,000 years. 50,000. And over that huge arc of time, we’ve been quietly using the exact same thing, unchanged, because we simply haven’t found anything better to do the job. 

Frollo, upon meeting Gaston for the first time. True story.

No ooone’s thick like Gaston/Moves those hips like Gaston/No one makes an old priest want some dick like Gaston

I choked on my drink

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I got in through one of those recruitment drives they keep holding

I collected the box tops and turned them in. Just paid separate shipping and handling.

I forgot to uncheck a box when I was installing something.

i found a rainbow ticket inside a chocolate bar

A bird flew up and handed me a letter. 

I was the one billionth customer.

Sorting hat.

went into a home depot on Pride weekend and it was a door prize like, weird, but okay

I forgot to install an adblocker and got a pop up on a website that congratulated me on being LGBT

I successfully forwarded a chain e-mail to ten LGBTQIA+ friends in the allotted amount of time.

It was hidden in the extra fees on my phone plan.

Scratch off tickets

Kinda got stuck on my cable bill one month

It’s one of the benefits included in salary packaging

Honestly it just followed me home? It’s not like I fed it or anything it just showed up and never left.

Found it tucked into the back of a library book.

weird contaminants in the stream, that one campout.

It was in the sauce at the Bunnings sausage sizzle.  Or maybe the onion.

I downloaded the app.

i deleted the (different) app. best mistake i ever made. :D

I woke up one morning to find the queerfairy had visited.

A friend gave it to me as a “happy divorce” present.

Melissa Etheridge gave me a toaster.

God sent an angel and the glory of the Lord was upon me.

One of those really fancy Christmas crackers. All my sister got was a wine charm, hah. 

Look, the landlord left a lot of random crap here when we moved in that he doesn’t want and that really aren’t household essentials, and the stuff I liked I’m keeping, OK?

Found mine in one of those prize packets in a box of Fruit Loops.

It was one of those easter eggs, you know? At the end of the credits. 

I got mine through a bad batch of vaccine. It was supposed to help me develop the antibodies but instead I contracted LGBTQ :(

(We’re in the middle of a high stress situation, and my manager has just publicly scolded me for a mistake I didn’t make.)

Coworker: How can you be so calm?

Me: I’m not, I’m just storing it all for later. *customer service smile*