we all must get weirder and more queer. i am completely serious and genuine and this is urgent. please get weirder and gayer now. if you see me acting weird and gay mind your business a little bit.

How do I have FORTY FIVE drafts right now. I feel like a hoarder

Reblog to help forward the cause of science or something, honestly I'm just curious to know how old everyone is.

oh. Oh no. You're all babies.

Come on fellow middle-agers

The idea of Newt Pulsifer’s unironic anti device curse being passed down through the family is just something that I’d like to read.

The combo of Newt’s curse and anathema being an environmentally aware anti-governmental witch would make their kids like these Huge leaders in the movement to get back to the earth and work along with nature. Oh gosh now I really gotta think about this because the would would be even more tech advanced for their kids and they would just go along frying everything.

I was thinking it came about from Adultery Pulsifer downwards in parallel with the rise of the Devices, but your line of thought is cool too!

So, no one really notices it until the Industrial Revolution.

Richard Pulsifer had a run of bad luck with employment through the cotton industry. Machines would seize or jam for no apparent reason. He knew that the future lay in this automation of labour, so he kept trying to overcome this bizarre affect right up until his death. He was crushed by a loom.

John Pulsifer, scarred by his father’s demise, abhorred the textile industry and took the small settlement offered by the mill owner to purchase a farm. He worked hard and turned a profit from the land, keeping his young wife and widow mother comfortable. He kept things simple right up until his son, Joseph Pulsifer, suggested investing in a traction engine to ease the work load. John was getting older and finding that the work was starting to take its toll. They bought a shiny Burrell engine with the intent to lease it to neighbouring farms for a bit of extra income. It never worked.

By the time that Joseph took over the farm, it was clear that they couldn’t compete with the increased efficiency and productivity of their neighbours. Machinery refused to work on the Pulsifer land. He sold the farm and moved his family south, hoping for opportunities in the cities. Having been accustomed to horses, he made a fine living as a hackney cab driver.

When his son, another John, came of age, he expanded his business to two carriages and three horses. This good fortune wasn’t to last much longer, as the introduction of electric cabs heralded a new age for transportation.

Ever possessed by that Pulsifer need to embrace new technology, John Pulsifer learned all he could about the electric motor in preparation for investing in one. Three days after he signed the paperwork, the first internal combustion powered cab took to the road. Undeterred, John ran his electric cab around London, frequently breaking down and losing his customers to passing cabs of both horse and combustion power.

Daniel Pulsifer was largely unaffected by the family curse, except for the time it saved his life. In a trench along the western front, tired and miserable, he saw a grenade bounce at his feet. In a panic, he stamped on it as one might a spider or mouse, and the internal mechanism seized completely. He survived the war and married his sweetheart back home.

Stanley Pulsifer was a postman. Exempt from military service, he avoided the worst of the second world war. He was content with life and enjoyed his route. It wasn’t until he got too slow on his feet that he was moved to a position in the sorting office. The mail sorting machine was installed just six months before his retirement but it didn’t work property until after he’d left. Until the day it was replaced, people swore that it had a mind of its own.

Andrew Pulsifer joined the navy at 16. He was almost immediately discharged from the navy and asked, very politely, to never step foot on a British vessel again. Every year or so, a black car would pull up to his house, take him to a dockyard, and deposit him alongside a ship with the instruction to “fix it”. He wouldn’t comprehend the implications of his actions until the end of the cold war, but they paid him very well to do very little.

Charles Pulsifer was tragically killed whilst trying to program his VCR. He left a widow and a young son.

Newton Pulsifer saved the world.

sometimes it feels like the things we do dont matter. but if there is something i am certain of it is this: they matter. not just a little. they matter a lot. YOU matter a lot.

just sayin'

This should be taught in school.

In a world of convenience and e-dispensers, my university’s food court has a ketchup bowl

I posted this well over 7 years ago why and how the hell is this making rounds now

Its fuckin WIMDY

girl help i’m having creation ideas above my skill level

girl help i'm having creation ideas above my motivation level

girl help I’m having creation ideas above my free time level

I have just found out that, like leopards, servals can also be born black.

Look at this beautiful baby

Melanistic Serval, Leptailurus serval ninjatus...

Or: serval!Sherlock goes out without his scarf. 😏

From forums we arose and to forums we will return

The thing about knitting is it’s much harder to fear the existential futility of all your actions while you’re doing it.

Like ok, sure, sometimes it’s hard to believe you’ve made any positive impact on the world. But it’s pretty easy to believe you’ve made a sock. Look at it. There it is. Put it on, now your foot’s warm.

Checkmate, nihilism.

This is a powerful positive message..

I’m literally reading a book right now (Burnout by Emily and Amelia Nagoski) that says this is scientifically sound.

There have been studies done on rats and dogs where they develop learned helplessness in the animals by giving them impossible tasks. Eventually the animals stop trying, even when the task stops being impossible. (I.e. put a rat in a maze with cheese it can’t get to until it develops learned helplessness, then put the cheese somewhere it can get to it and it won’t even try.) But once they show the animals they CAN do something - i.e. physically moving the rat to the cheese - the learned helplessness goes away.

No one can move you to your cheese for you, but the book says DOING something - which they define as “anything that isn’t nothing” can help. Make a food. Work in the garden. Clean a thing. Do a favor for a friend. Call your elected officials.

Knit a sock.

If you feel overwhelmed by existential despair, do something. It doesn’t have to be big. It just has to be anything that isn’t nothing.

This is really good advice for ADHD people because when executive dysfunction gets bad it’s easy to fall into this pattern of thinking. Do just one thing. It doesn’t have to be your homework, or a chore. It can be something small, it can be something you enjoy. But do just one thing to remind yourself that you can.

This is what “humans want to be productive” really means

We want to make things. We want to do something and at the end of the process see that something has changed. We want physical proof that we did something. We want to be able to point at something and say “I made this”. We want to be creators

dogfight

Barbie’s daily routine

That’s not a green screen background

It’s a hand painted old school backdrop

it wouldn’t look like Barbie Land if there weren’t a 2D background like a cutout from the inside of the box acting as a set or something.

Happy disability month to the cripplepunks of the world

So within two days of each other, Fox News writes an article comparing aromanticism and asexuality to pedophilia, and then Matt Walsh releases a video saying asexuality is a mental illness and asexuals are tricking teenagers into having depression.

Not sure what’s going on right now over in Conservative World, but it’s a hell of wild U-turn for them to suddenly switch from “Oh no! The left is sexualizing our children!” to “Oh no! The left is asexualizing our children!”

It’s a reminder, I guess, that they’re coming for all of us. The fash and the white supremacists will not make nice distinctions between the queers when they put us up against the wall. There is no gatekeeping, no label-policing, no purity-purging and no assimilation that any of us can do that will save us. They want us dead, and while they’ll start with whoever is most vulnerable at any given time, they’ll get around to all of us eventually.

Queer solidarity means all of us because the fash are coming for all of us.

All Dividers are Feds. Stand united or die separately.

ANYONE who is trying to divide our community is a fucking Fed. That includes other queers who like to argue about who is and isn’t “allowed” in our community.

Hey, could you do me a favor?

Could you just RB this?

The little RB statistics chart is so pleasant and stimmy to look at and I want to see what it looks like when it gets really REALLY huge because it makes me think of some deep sea lifeform

here lemme help

*ahem*

reblog this post to kiss the person you reblogged it from

hope that works :)

THANK YOU THIS IS MAKING MY BRAIN SO HAPPY AAAAAAAAA

THIS IS SO SATISFYING ITS LIKE A GROUP OF PLANKTON OR A RAILWAY CHART...

glad to be of assistance :) can you name the plankton after me

i have 10.5k followers i'll help

@thatlittleegyptologist @rudjedet make it REAL big ladies

What the fuck is this??????????

Folks: you CANNOT censor trigger tags. When you block a tag, it doesn't block other "spellings" of it. Writing it as "r@pe" or "r4p3" means that someone who has "tw rape" as a blocked tag will still see that post because you didn't wanna say the word rape. You are hurting people. Do not censor words, because people do not have those filtered out.

And honestly if you can't even write the word rape to protect other people then you probably aren't old/mature enough to be on this website.

It’s so sad to me how scared the Twitter and Reddit refugees are of making mistakes on this website.

Dear refugees, as someone who used to be on both Twitter and Reddit but who uses Tumblr the longest of all sites (besides Youtube):

This is the website without cringe culture. Don’t be ashamed. You won’t get downvoted or beat up for even your weirdest opinions because frankly, 90% of the users on this website are either neurodivergent or queer or a mix of both (me, I’m talking about me)

This website is like the table of bullied kids you always used to avoid in highschool.

We all know we’re different, strange, cringy, obsessive.

That’s why this place holds so little judgement.

We aren’t insecure incels. We embrace our differences.

So if you want to talk about your unhealthy life obsession dedicated to a sidecharacter from an unknown animated movie from 1978 that had approximately 2 minutes of screen time - do it.

Heck even dedicate a whole sideblog to them for fucks sake.

This platform is literally what the ancient prophecy has foretold:

We are cringe, but we are free

i learned that in India, there is a species of giant squirrel that have multicoloured fur, with with varying shades of orange, maroon and purple. Their bodies measure 36in from head to tail – double the size of their grey relatives – and they can leap 20ft between trees (x)

Some more pictures of these funky dudes cause they’re so pretty

Oh, and they’re very cleverly called Indian giant squirrels or Malabar giant squirrels

They look like heat-treated steel!

See?