Ryland Grace you are so dear to me
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if i look back, i am lost
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Keni
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
$LAYYYTER

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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

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YOU ARE THE REASON
trying on a metaphor
cherry valley forever

#extradirty

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Ryland Grace you are so dear to me
Edited to add: Since a lot of people are reblogging this original post, I'm adding the updated version I did that incorporates the intersex circle...
I know intersex people are still getting excluded in a lot of LGBTQIA+ spaces (let alone wider society) and I think it's crucial to show this group is included in the statement that we all deserve equal rights.
Attackers explain how an anti-spam defense became an AI weapon.
love that energy
“Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.”
— Vincent Van Gogh
“If I am worth anything later, I am worth something now. For wheat is wheat, even if people think it is a grass in the beginning.”
- Vincent van Gogh
ever since i was a little girl i knew i wanted to deny location sharing and turn off personalized ads and reject all non-essential cookies and not set up siri and face ID
“Do you think seahorses write fpreg” and the many other riveting things my friend texts me right before I go to work
From the Nashville Zoo’s fb page! Here’s the petition, please please please take a moment to add your name (even if you’re not from Nashville!). If you are from Tennessee, contact your representatives and make it clear that the people do not want this data center. This is an AZA accredited zoo which is home to several species of critically endangered animals, we NEED to protect it. Make your voice heard!
Happy Pride Month Tumblr ✨
oh I know how to make a poll's results look like the letter E watch this
what is the rightmost digit of the number of responses this poll has right now? (it should be visible before you vote.)
0, 1, or 2
3
4 or 5
6
7, 8, or 9
Back in my early twenties when I was hanging out a lot with Brendan and Charlie, I got introduced to possibly the most grueling board game in existence.
It was called War of the Ring. It was essentially the entirety of Lord of the Rings in a board game. You had all the troops and armies, and you tried to succeed in destroying the one ring while the other player(s) tried to stop you.
Have you ever wondered how long it would take to set up all the individual troops of Mordor and Middle Earth? Two hundred and forty game pieces all had to be placed. Just to start playing the game? It took. Forever.
An age of men passed in the time it took to set that game up. It took even longer to play obviously, sometimes spanning multiple sessions across the week because the boys took it seriously.
I did not particularly ever want to play War of the Ring because setup was such a grind all by itself. But I did love one thing about the ordeal. And that was that the boys had a house rule that was utterly whimsical and delighted me to no end.
Once all two hundred and forty pieces were standing at attention, the Nazgûl hunkered upon Mount Doom, the hobbits cozy in the Shire, Rohirrim galloping their fields, once every meticulous tiny figure was painstakingly placed. They rolled the dice. All four d6’s required for gameplay.
It was for Isildur.
To see if he cast the ring into the fire.
If it was all sixes Isildur succeeded and destroyed the ring and the game would then be packed away unplayed.
So before playing the chosen one would assume the role of Elrond and call “Isildurrrrrrr!!!” (and it was very important to roll the R as much as possible for maximum drama).
They would cast the dice, and Isildur inevitably claimed the ring, and the game commenced. This was a well established tradition before the first time I played. So the first time I joined I got to be Elrond and roll the Isildur dice.
I rolled. Three sixes. And one. Five.
The room erupted into screams. Chaos. We were all losing our minds.
“This is like Isildur got all way in and held it out, and tipped his hand 95% of the way before deciding to keep it!”
“This is like Isildur actually dropped it but then caught it at the last second!”
The moment lived in infamy for years afterward and sometimes we’d just throw back our heads and cry, “Isildurrrr!” in memory of that moment when Isildur got so close to casting away the ring.
average american experiences hysteria unlike the which the world has never seen before and its always over literally nothing like u ppl r trapped in ur madness over made up nightmare scenarios of u being persecuted by ppl outside america…
the american gov is gunning ur neighbors down and disappearing people and poisoning ur drinking water and setting up factories that give u cancer and raising ur rent until ur homeless and making health care impossible for u to access without a job and forcing literal corpses to carry babies to term ur more scared of “the middle east” as like a vague boogeyman
genuinely so disappointing that the discourse around Robby went from "wow how amazing of the Pitt to show a 50ish white man with unconscious bias, showing that even good people can have ignorances and influences due to their environment and how they were raised."
to "Robby is a willful racist misogynist piece of shit that should die and go to hell and every time he does something good he doesn't mean it lets blow everything out of proportion and everything he says has a secret evil sexist racist meaning"
like oh. my god. does anyone remember "you're a good man, Robinavitch." because I do. now it just feels like I can't critique him at all because people in my notes will think it's okay to go "YEAH I HATE HIM I HOPE HE DIES ON THAT MOTORCYCLE" like no.. actually... he has a lot of very good traits.. he's just flawed because he's y'know... human... and deeply, deeply struggling.... you don't have to like his character, but stop making shit up in your head.
happy pride month to HIM
@matzahball
For a second I didn’t realize it meant “high” as in a stoner--I thought “High Geologist” was like a rank of geologist or something and he was insulted you would challenge him to naming stones
great poast every one👍
I have drawn him.... The High Geologist
Can’t believe he’s ace
He is now And here’s the photo evidence:
hey guys...https://twitter.com/MatthewLillard/status/1322648148364324864 so does this make it canon?
this is the funniest tweet i’ve seen in months bye
these are all the geek equivalents of Lovecraft’s Cat’s Name
his cats name couldn’t be that bad!!!! it’s a cat, what’s the worst name?
i am wrong, what the fuck
world heritage post
post identified lovecrafts cat name has the n-slur incase anyone doesnt like slurs but is curious
you get a comment on tumblr. it's a bot trying to scam you. you get a DM. it's a bot trying to scam you. you get a message on instagram. its a bot trying to scam you. you're an author and you get an email telling you how much they loved your book and want to showcase it at their bookclub. it's a bot trying to scam you (and it uses bad AI to pretend it knows your story). you get a comment on ao3 saying how much they love your fic - and they made you fanart!! it's a bot trying to scam you. you get a hate comment on ao3 which insults your writing or calls you a monster for writing something "problematic". it's a bot. but at least that one isn't trying to scam you.
there's just something really cruel and insidious about this wave of scams going after creatives. You get an email and think someone genuinely loved what you made but - no. It's another scam. It's someone trying to trick you into sending them money. On AO3, it might literally just be a bot someone made specifically to be a hateful little shit.
putting the stuff you've made out there for everyone to see is hard and scary and we're all just bumping around looking for a bit of appreciation and love and connection and these bastards are using that to try to rob us. I hate it.
Im going go get into the sea and stay there