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u can be boiling alive in your mind for months and then on a random tuesday ur head gets so clear and life is worth living again and you're like damn what was all that about then
k but imagine Rocky wanting to learn about how humans became the apex predators of their planet so he has Grace “hunt” him in the biodome as an experiment and during it he thinks Grace isn’t trying or taking it seriously which is bad bad bad because this is for research purposes
only for Rocky to get more and more tired as the experiment goes on just to realize that Grace isn’t which makes him panic so he puts as much distance as he can between them and finds a (hopefully) safe spot to sleep and when he wakes up the human is crouching over him like “got youuu” and Rocky has never shrieked so damn loud before in his life
grace, who has been alone for five minutes: oh my god. an alien! im not alone anymore! i hope he wants to be friends :)
rocky, coming up on 50 years of solitude, imprinting on grace in ways baby ducklings can only dream of: if you leave me to sleep where i can't watch your heart beat i am blowing up this tunnel with us both in it
free fic idea up for grabs. godspeed
Imagine Grace defined his name as the elegance definition of grace and Rocky spends years thinking how fucking ironic this clumsy leaky space blobs name is.
Until Grace slips out a sentence along the lines of "could you give me a little grace here" and Rocky immediately points out he used a word wrong so Grace has to explain that yeah, grace means elegance but it can also mean mercy sometimes too.
And Rocky has to suddenly reconcile that the clumsy leaky blob that saved his life twice, that almost certainly doomed himself to come back for him, name is Mercy.
Has this been done yet?
Maybe if I just work harder, this empty cup will pour again
Maybe the cup needs a bit of time to rest and refill?
Maybe the cup needs to lock the fuck in???
Grace think fondly of his scar if you even care.
ppl are so annoying “you can’t paint ur bedroom pink you’re an adult” i did not spend my entire life waiting to grow up and control my life to paint my bedroom beige
I had a sales woman in furniture store try and tell me not to buy a hot bubblegum pink loveseat because she wanted me to “think about the future”
Bitch, I am thinking about the future. I already got a hot bubblegum pink couch at home and now I need a loveseat to go with it.
when I first bought my house, I announced my decision to paint my bedroom purple. I had wanted a purple bedroom for thirty damn years, you fucking bet I was gonna have one now. My friends decided, for some reason, that I meant what one of them referred to as “14 year old girl purple” (through what’s wrong with the colors a 14 year old girl chooses, I don’t know, even if they’re not what I want as an adult). They didn’t believe me until they saw the color on the actual wall, even thought they helped me pick out paints. My mother, meanwhile, decided to get worried that if I painted my bedroom a “dark purple”, it would be “depressing”. As if, with an entire house to live in, I would spend all my time in the bedroom, which I wanted to be dark because I would be sleeping in there. In the damn dark.
I had like one, maybe two friends who were all like FUCK YEAH YOU PAINT IT WHATEVER COLOR YOU WANT, PURPLE BEDROOMS ARE AWESOME.
But when they actualy saw the finished bedroom, every single one of them was like, “Oh yeah, that’s really pretty.” (Well, the ones who supported me from the beginning were more like WOOHOO.)
And the moral of the story is: Fuck ‘em, please yourself. Either they’ll come around, or you can safely ignore every question of taste they opine about for the rest of time.
This applies to other adulting activities, too. When I was a kid, I decided that I wanted to have a wedding cake made of doughnuts. When I got older, I figured that I would be “mature” about it and get a traditional cake, which the older adults approved of. Now that I’m 25 and facing the possibility of actual marriage in the near future, I’m just like “marriage is a social construct but it comes with tax & insurance benefits, so just give me that goddamn doughnut cake.” If they don’t like it then they don’t have to come to my wedding.
https://xkcd.com/150/
I would like you all to view my office. I’m thirty and my rainbow room is awesome, people can fight me
I’m thirty and my first big furniture purchase was a custom coffin shaped coffee table that opens up and is lined with purple crushed velvet. I would have loved it at 13 and I love it now. Growing up doesn’t mean you have to abandon what makes you happy.
GROWING UP DOESN’T MEAN YOU HAVE TO ABANDON WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY.
GROWING UP DOESN’T
MEAN YOU HAVE TO ABANDON
WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
I have told this story before, and I will tell it again, because I am An Old now and repeating stories forever is our prerogative:
When I bought my house, the kitchen was multiple shades of dingy white. It was dismal, but it was now mine! So went to the hardware store for paint (well, several trips, painted swatches on panel, etc — I’m very picky. But this was the final, ‘real’ trip). It was a busy day in the paint section. There were at least five people behind me in line.
Now, remember, latex paint is slightly lighter and brighter when wet than it is when dry. And I’d decided to paint my kitchen candy-apple red. The hardware store employee took my gallon off the Paint Jiggler and cracked it open to put a dab on the top, revealing the most incredibly deep pink, and behind me I hear the entire line of people say,
“Oh my god.”
…in perfect chorus.
I did not realize up until that moment that shocking a crowd of strangers with my paint color choices was a life goal, but at that moment I felt an absolutely overwhelming sense of achievement.
This is the door to my garage. It used to be white. Live your best life.
Mischief the cat says “Who goes there?”
Every visiting friend says “This is so cool.”
If you’re looking for an excuse to do some decorating that will make your soul sing, this entire thread is your sign to do it and don’t look back!
This is the door to
my garage. It used to be
white. Live your best life.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
I’m 35. I have been told my place looks like maybe a LP fan lives there.
Not sure what they mean.
When I first moved into my place, I painted the spare room, that eventually became my office, lime green, the kind of lime green that glows down the corridor when I open the door - The colour was only available as an “accent colour” in the section of paints intended for children’s playrooms, and in the shop I got a lot of “Oh your son will love this!” And from people I knew I got a lot of “Oh well, you’re 21 now, you’re basically a teenager, this is a terrible idea, you’ll hate it and need to pull out all the furniture to repaint it.” And I have to report that I am now in my forties and my office still looks like this, and it makes me smile every time I see it.
this is such a modern idea, too
not decorating trends; those have always existed. but the idea that color and decoration is inherently childish
this is the dining room at the Eustis Estate in Milton, Massachusetts, from 1878 (where I used to work, briefly). the walls are TEXTURED MICA SHIMMER on a green background. Adult Space For Adults!
A jewelry shop in Paris c. 1901. kids can’t buy jewelry!
who can forget the classic 1950s colorful bathroom? I’m not a huge fan, but still! adult space! bright colors; decorative designs!
meanwhile “you’re immature if you like Art Nouveau” is a hot take I’ve really, seriously seen on this webbed site (only once, thank the gods). I don’t know who started this, but I’m going to kill them
I think a lot of it stems from the ubiquitous Waterhouse prints that were sold on college campuses for 20 years. like why would I get a free pass if it were Monet instead Western culture is stupid. The entire point of being an adult is breakfast for dinner and cake for breakfast and dying with the most toys.
instantly decided to reblog when i got to GROWING UP DOESN’T MEAN YOU HAVE TO ABANDON WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY.
The examples of decorated homes above are both either modern or upper class, which makes it easy to dismiss because “sure the rich people have beautiful homes” and “sure, modern middle-class people have lots of color in their homes.”
So here’s two examples of traditional Norwegian farmhouse interiors. You know. The kinds of places peasants live in.
This type of painting is called “rosemaling” and today you usually find it on, like, carved wooden bowls and such that are only used for decoration. But back two centuries ago, it was very common to find the interiors of homes covered in it, in projects that were painted little by little over the decades. Because it’s beautiful to look at, paint is the cheapest way of decorating your house, and what else are you going to do on the long winter nights when it’s too dark and cold to work outdoors?
But mostly, they did it because it made them happy, and it was beautiful.
Those old peasants were on to something, I think.
My dream kitchen is butcher block counter tops, powder blue cabinets, yellow walls and terracotta hexagon tile floors. something bright, airy, cozy and looks like a place people live and cook meals in, not a piece in hardware store show floor.
The first thing I did when I bought my tiny crappy house to escape from my shitty ex-husband was ask my kids what colors they want their rooms painted, because their father refused to let us even hang things on the walls in fear of ruining the resale value of the house we finally bought together(which he conveniently kept in his name only, he’s a monster).
My twelve year old wanted a black room. I also wanted a black room as a kid and was told no because ‘it’s too hard to paint over’ and ‘it’ll make the room look too small’. Fuck that. We bought Sherwin-Williams paint in stricken Blacl and did the entire room, ceiling included, put in a four-poster gold bed and hung gothic mirrors on the walls. My ten-year old wanted the most vivid cyan I’ve ever seen and now going into their room feels like walking into the sky itself, it’s amazing. And I finally got the deep green living room of my dreams. Homes are meant to be lived in, not preserved in plastic wrap. Don’t haunt your home like a ghost, make it somewhere you want to be.
me: does this fantasy setting have no misogyny or does it just have women in the warrior class
they: i dont understand
me: *explains in detail the difference between a fantasy setting w no misogyny n a fantasy setting where the creator just added women to the warrior class n put no further thought into it whatsoever*
they: *laugh* its a good fantasy setting, sir
me: *looks inside* *they just added women to the warrior class*
Explaining cause someone in the tags wanted to know:
A lot of fantasy worlds carry structural misogyny that mirrors our own world, that many readers take for granted, because we are not necessarily used to using the fictional space to imagine radically different worlds and consider what “no misogyny” looks like.
So for instance, even in worlds that an author might textually tell us “treat women equally”, and they prove it by having a woman be a warrior (“see? Women can do any job a man can do!”). But, if there’s no particularly different structure to society to handle domestic labour and childcare, then much like our modern world, it places a high burden on women to occupy dual roles in society. They must often be both carer and breadwinner (and also Hot, let’s not forget these settings always want all women to be Hot, and all “ugly” women are evil), while male protagonists are simply “themselves”. They are not truly equal with women because actually, they can look however they want, and also care work is not expected of them. It is rarely a constant passive part of their lives (when it is present, it is a very active part of their narrative, distinguishing them from the “norm” of the world). Women continue to occupy invisible roles in these narratives as the stay-at-home parents, the cooks in the kitchens, the hags, whose stories are unimportant to the narrative because they aren’t considered full and real people with rich interiority. The work of caring itself dehumanises them. The closest we typically get to valuing “carer roles” in fantasy is to create archetypes for the Healer, which are invariably very femme-coded and often tied to damsel-in-distress stories. (The Healer must often then distinguish herself from the devalued image of association with care work and femininity by becoming a warrior as well.)
And then, of course, there’s the uncritical reproduction of systems of violence and war that typically impacts women and other marginalised groups more than anyone else… because “fantasy”…
but the point isn’t to create an ever-moving bar here, because we could talk about all the ways in which this stuff shows up til the cows come home, but to talk about what it means to exercise the attempt to imagine what “no misogyny” looks like. Exploring the possibilities that open up when you ask, “what if childcare was structured communally instead of by individual families and how would that shape our heroes?” and “what if this society assigned gender roles differently/at a different age?” And “would a history in a different world full of female leaders conceive of territoriality differently compared to the Westphalian notion of the nation state as demarcated by men?”
If it starts and stops at warrior women, that’s no different from thinking feminism ended when women got the vote, or the right to die in the army. Fantasy is where our imaginations should explore possibilities, not be trapped by the limits and chains of our current political reality.
[Image ID: Tumblr tags reading: #This fantasy is also not one we can separate from the impact it has on daily domestic lives #As the cis male fantasy of what being a hero looks like does not typically include housework #ergo many men in their personal lives see housework as a chore that is beneath their notice or effort #And because it is not important enough to strive to be better at it but it must be done it falls on the other people in their lives #there was a lot of talk in the 2000s-2010s in nerd circles about the misogyny of nerd boys who liked swords but hated doing dishes #as if any of us liked dishes? as if our mothers liked doing dishes? it wasn't about like it was about necessity #anyway this post tapped on a deep well in me /End ID]
This also perfectly describes everything wrong with Revenge Matriarchies as well;
most times, not only are they still filled with real misogyny as described in the original post (most women who are not the main character or their love interest are misogynistic caricatures of feminists, any woman who is ugly, or unable to have children, is seen as her personal moral failing and a deeper sign of her evil nature), but often also reinforce real-world misogyny while simply swapping the pronouns around:
Woman are treated as sexual property, as fainting wallflowers who cannot be trusted alone in a crowd lest they be raped or kidnapped, who do not know what is best for themselves, are traded like party favors as *children* to suitors three times their age, viewed as trophies and broodmares, whose only value in life is to look pretty on the arms of their owner-husbands and produce as many children as possible for them, who must be kept secluded from all the rest of their people high up in the tallest towers, surrounded by guards who will dog their every step if they leave their rooms not accompanies by their husband so they cannot try to escape the mansion to flee into the woods... You know, all of these things being intimately horrific?
Ah, but in many Revenge/Reverse Matriarchies, none of this is horrific or should change, because the people being subjected to this use he/him pronouns uwu! (sarcasm) -- don't you know these male characters should actually embrace the patently horrific social structure that is their 'birthright' and fully support it at every turn and never, ever, *ever* try to fight for true societal change as long as they get a few begrudging moments of freedom as a Tomboy Princess to go fishing or fight in some battles (while always having to be saved by her husband once per battle, because men are Inherently Bigger, Stronger, and Better Fighters than women because Biology) while everyone else suffers in silence? (sarcasm)
Revenge Matriarchies are not feminist; they're radical feminism built upon Biological Essentialism and most of the time both implicitly and explicitly uphold real-world misogynistic systems of oppression, both in how the men are treated uncritically on a systemic level, as well as how the women in their story act and are treated (especially if they're not gorgeous supermodel love interests)
[ID: tumblr tags that read: #whenever a fantasy setting claims to have no misogyny I'm usually sceptical from the beginning #because my trans agenda addled brain is of the opinion #that if there is any significant distinction at all in the described society between What A Man Is and What A Woman Is #that kind of inherently already means that there isn't equality. #gender roles are inherently patriarchal! you can't make a non-misogynist version of them. it doesn't work that way #and the writer might not even make these distinctions on purpose! but unless they take active steps to mitigate them they WILL make them #misogyny is a feature of the society we are currently living in! #creating a world uninfluenced by a cultural phenomenon you yourself are influenced by is really really hard! some might call it impossible #and claiming that you have done it is imo reflective of a belief that you are free of unintentional bias. #which i find hard to believe of anyone. End ID]
Wouldn’t leave my mind sorry
One of the machines broke down at the hyperbole factory. The situation is frustrating, but ultimately manageable.
It just started working again! This is the best day ever!
my brother is supposed to be packing for a trip tomorrow. i went into his room and he has the wikipedia page for suitcase open
Do they have a wikipedia page for suitcase closed?
Whumper turned whumpee takes torture surprisingly well. "See?" they say, spitting blood aside. "I told you it wasn't that big of a deal. I'm really disappointed at how you whined."
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I could . not. put. this down for 48 hours - stayed up too late, had weird dreams about it, woke up early, and played it while I was supposed to be doing other things. the last several dozen items took a lot of googling, which I do not even begrudge it.
and then. My partner started it. And the SAME THING happened to him.
surprisingly compelling. start when you have free time. like, yanno, a snow day.
oh my god, if you are the kind of person who gets sucked into logic puzzles, do not click that link if you have to do anything/go to sleep in the next couple hours
I was disappointed there weren't more levels, so I made them! The creator's code was under CC Share Alike, so I moved a copy to my website, rustled up 40 new categories, and added buttons so you can generate smaller puzzles!
Check it out! More levels!
holy shit
and this is why we don't have online sharing LMFAAAOOOOOO
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