weaver-z:

There’s a user called Erika Horn (@erikahorn.art) on tiktok who made a “duet me” challenge so technically impressive that all of the duets are exactly like this LMAO

cannibalchicken:

oof-i-did-it-agaaiiin:

huffylemon:

FOOLS. YOU’RE ALL FOOLS.

manywinged:

i like sailing myths and superstitions because most of them can be boiled down to “if the ocean doesn’t like you it will chew you up and spit out your bones. and if it really loves you it will swallow you whole and never let you go. good luck 👍”

ohheyitsjustaj:

Take a fruit and pass it on

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aahsoka:

‘bread is bad for you’ ‘rice is bad for you’ sorry im not subscribing to the idea that staple grains that have been integral to cultures for centuries are evil. i love you carbs

ok-aqua:

ALT

i had the idea to make myself wings for my derby skates!

these took FOREVER but i’d say the results are worth it

paradigm-adrift:

foone:

I think I grew too much on the internet to understand how some people have blog names.

Like, I’m from IRC and trans communities, if your username is bball24, that’s your name. I assume your mom addresses you by that name and it reads the same on your driver’s license and maybe even birth certificate l.

I never think “oh, best-tardis-in-the-galaxy is a blog run by some gal named Sarah!”. No, if I think of the name at all, it’s like obscure trivia. My good friend Ms. Best-tardis-in-the-galaxy has the government name ‘sarah’. Perhaps she hasn’t been able to change it yet, too much paperwork or something?

I just sometimes see people post things like “what’s your blog name mean?” and I’m like “it’s me. What else would it be? You mean kirk’s-big-saggy-tits isn’t your name?”

Basically it’s something like Facebook’s real name policy but from the other angle. I think everyone is named what their username is, not vice versa.

(and yes, my name is foone. My mom calls me that and it’s what’s on my license. Isn’t that true for everyone?)

Early internet culture had a lot of problems, but IMO this norm is a very good one.

thehumanarkle:

kai-creech:

spiral-dragon-king:

yd12k:

amishsicario:

thefirstanomally:

camille-the-space-ghost:

surprisebitch:

mspaintly:

kalichnikov:

Originally posted by b-n-a-o

this was so wild

Someone explain

The first sentence says 32 and 13 implying that the speaker is 32 years old and their girlfriend is 13 years old, which is both highly inappropriate and illegal. The next sentence reveals the speaker was talking about their game levels, not their ages, which is perfectly okay.

In their reply to the audience they then say they are picking her up from middle school, again implying that their girlfriend is underage, but quickly state she’s grading papers letting us know she’s a teacher, definitely an adult, and there no reason to be upset.

The rollercoaster gif portrays how switching from upset and worried to relieved in such a short period of time feels emotionally.

The next meme shows the guy panicking from misunderstanding, then feeling relieved and calm realizing the truth, only to panic over the next misunderstanding and then calm again when hearing the end.

the above explanation is followed by a picture of data from star trek with a speech bubble’s tail coming out of him, implying he’s the one saying all of that, which is humerous because the above text is written in a style similar to his speech patterns, and with a subject matter he would enjoy

This is the worst website ever and I love it.

I’d rather see Tumblr die than see it stop being like this.

killyfromblame:

killyfromblame:

Communicating with my cat is so crazy, it’s like, you watch my back for predators when I sleep. You meow only because you know that I vocalize often, but the words I use are nothing to you unless they’re associated with things relevant to your little baby life (food, for example). You slow blink at me because you feel safe with me. You point your ass at my face, indicating that you trust me to watch your back for predators, because you feel safe with me. You sit in my lap and sleep pressed against my side because you need to warm yourself up, and you trust me to warm you. I know this because I have access to information. If I didn’t, these things would be weird to me. I call you Lulu, but you don’t need a name for me; you have your senses to identify me. You smell me to identify me. You nuzzle me with your head to mark me as family with your scent. We ARE family. You are both the baby I feed and the elderly little lady who watches over me. It’s a very special and pure interspecies bond. I have a concept of “love” that is metaphysical, conceptual; you have an instinctual bond to those that you “trust” to help you survive (and that you, in turn, help to survive). You DO aid my survival on an emotional level that you can’t possibly understand, because you try to aid me on the physical level that comes naturally to you. Who said survival of the fittest has no room for love? We share the pure love of deep friendship because you and I must survive. My creature, Lulu, my best friend. My stinky.

The comments and tags on this post have been very sweet, I really love hearing about everyone’s cats. Feeling a little self-conscious because this drunken emotional outburst (seriously, I had a few drinks, looked at Lulu, and started crying and writing this) has been tagged as poetry a few times. Now I wish I could go back in time and edit it for flow and word choice, but it’s too late now…

teathattast:

garlend:

lotshusband:

lotshusband:

why is it always the fancylad boy-king type whos the bottom. maybe his tough loyal knight who uses his body to protect and defend him and lives to serve him wants to get railed

maybe i just like it when masc dudes with scars and calluses and a devotion complex bigger than the moon get topped by troubled prettyboys with hands thatve never worked a day in their life. who said that

Thank you for your work soldier 🫡

billiebuttz:

You pickin’ up what I’m puttin’ down partner?