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is this your brother
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Sometimes I forget that I really am pretty weird and my experiences are fairly far afield from “normal.”
This girl who I vaguely knew from the coffee shop showed up one day and said she thought her mom had died that morning and I figured she was probably overreacting so I said I’d go check with her and it turns out her mom HAD died but we honestly weren’t sure when it had happened so I lifted her off the bed and attempted CPR and then ended up having to talk to cops and this poor girl’s family for HOURS as she called her dad and brothers and the cops wanted to know if the mom was on any medications or if she had been depressed and I was like “I have no idea, I had literally never met the lady and I don’t even know the family’s last name, the first ever full conversation I had with the daughter was this morning.” And apparently THAT was super suspicious or something.
So anyway that was a rough day and the next day I go into the coffee shop and the manager (who is basically never in) comes over and says “Debbie says you had a rough day yesterday.” And I was like “uh, yeah. It was pretty weird.” And then he was like “Debbie says that you handled it really well. And that you filled out an application to work here a couple weeks ago.” And I was like “I guess?” And he was like “Okay you can do a training shift today and you’re on your own tomorrow. We don’t normally hire people under 21 and we don’t normally hire regulars so don’t fuck up.” (I was 18)
So I started working at the cash-only coffee shop that was patronized exclusively by the weirdest people in town (who had all slept with each other, had no money, and had the most drama of any group I’ve ever been part of) and was used to launder money made by the owner’s cocaine sales for the local gang.
The first shift I worked alone was the next night and when I called the manager and told him one of the regulars had been chasing people out of the parking lot to sell meth the manager told me to ban him so I was like “Hey dude, manager says you’re banned” and he was like “You’re a fucking cunt and I’m going to wait until you’re alone and I’m gonna fucking kill you” and then he drove around the block about twenty times and screamed “cunt” out the window every time he passed by where I was cleaning the patio.
One of the regulars, who was a nearly-seven-foot-tall hacker and gunsmith who worked graveyard in Hollywood, waited around for me to finish closing and then offered to drive me home because otherwise I’d have to walk three miles alone and there was that whole “circling meth dealer” thing going on. I decided to take a chance on getting a ride from tall, dark, and scary and that paid off pretty well because it’s been fifteen years and I’ve been married to that tall weirdo since 2011.
And that’s how I got my first non-porn job.
Just about every paragraph I was going “Okay, that’s pretty weird, but surely this is as weird as the story gets” and I was Mistaken.
This is my favorite photo from our wedding.
This is a photo of us that someone took on our first date (which was a hacker conference).
Here he is doing CTF at Defcon 6 or 7.
here’s a photo of us at the second coffee shop I worked at. The photo was taken by our one-time friend who we both later got restraining orders on after he attacked us at an infosec meetup and then drove his car into our friend’s house.
here he is when he was just barely recovering from his heart transplant and had been in the hospital for 6 months, this was about two months after he came home.
Here he is repairing part of one of his reloading presses. Note the toolbox in the background with the labels “gunsmithing tools, misc. machining tools, ar-15 tools.”
Here are some photos of us on our trip to texas for the 2024 eclipse. I like comparing them to photos of us on our trip to oregon for the 2017 eclipse.
It’s so clear how much older we both are, and after his bypass and transplants I feel really, really lucky that we got to go from “90s coming of age movie meet cute” to “approaching-middle-aged couple talking about how things were in the scene when they were young.” I’m so happy that I get to get old with him.
Things haven’t necessarily gotten any less weird since the coffee shop (transplants, stalkers, etc), but he sure has made my life better.
This entire post needs to be a movie
one way to read this is "this man has no idea what he is saying"
another to read this is "this man is terminally online and has excellent comedic timing"
ADHD at night: I could write a book. I could get my Master’s Degree. I could go to the club and come home with 12 new friends. I could get a job at that club and meet the mother of my children. I could cure every disease and use my wealth to bring world peace.
ADHD during the day: Fold laundry too hard :( Come back next week
i personally didn't interpret logan's "you had a girlfriend?" as him thinking wade was gay, but as being shocked that a woman would put up with him. however, i think that just makes it funnier that he himself ends up as wade's boyfriend. joke's on you, bub.
oh yeah, with the new size limit for .gifs this thing can finally be posted
what the fuck
I just….?
TREASURE THIS POST. IT ONLY APPEARS ON YOUR DASH ONCE IN A BLUE MOON I SWEAR
forget posting cringe to scare off Twitter folks, we just gotta make this appear to be the constant vibe here and we’ll be good skdjskksks
what the fuck did I just watch
I felt like this after watching The Lighthouse
my new favourite movie
Puppet Hour
More of these things that I don’t know the name of
Might make more later… we’ll see
ford finds out what stan did while using his name:
this is my first fancomic i hope yall like it!! thank you for the support on my previous posts <3
does anyone else have the headcanon that the level of control we see stan having over his mindscape (stan being able to talk to dipper in a memory, stan being able to make his memories into a giant labyrinth and seemingly able to perfectly hide most of the ford memories from everyone else) is, like, exclusive to him?
of course ford would know how to control and shape his own mindscape thanks to previous coaching from his Muse, but, like, stan has had to live a billion lives as fake identities. i headcanon that the mental discipline required to keep his story straight that many times allowed him to build a really thorough and hard-to-navigate mindscape, as well as suppress it all near-instantly in weirdmageddon 3 in order to trick bill
all this to say. i think if you went in soos or wendy’s mindscape and tried to do the same thing dipper did by talking to their memories, their memories would probably start screaming hysterically about being told they’re a memory and the gang would realize that stan is an outlier.
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