[Nothing Hard Work Can’t Solve!] Daiwa Scarlet SR support stories
original by @punkitt-is-here (all comes back to horses)
ashes to ashes, horse to horse
YOU ARE THE REASON
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Jules of Nature

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Cosmic Funnies
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shark vs the universe
Show & Tell

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[Nothing Hard Work Can’t Solve!] Daiwa Scarlet SR support stories
original by @punkitt-is-here (all comes back to horses)
ashes to ashes, horse to horse
Have you ever had a pet with a “human” name?
Have you ever had a pet with a “human” name?
Yes
No
samantha ☝️
we smoking nothing. we have nothing
J.K. Rowling is also a woman, I’m not trying to be that guy but I’m just saying you shouldn’t imply that you love every women.
Alright, I think I like tumblr now.
A pun post crossed my dash, and I reblogged it with an equally bad pun in return. A couple of my followers find it funny, it's a good day for everyone.
That was on July 7th.
Virality on Reddit was entirely algorithmic. You could garner a couple crossposts, but the success of a post was entirely dependent on whether or not it hit r/all--the main page of Reddit. If your post does that, it's immediately exposed to 10x the number of people and immediately gets upvoted.
On my pun post, I get a couple reblogs. And those reblogs get a couple reblogs--nobody really adds any content to the post, it just gets a couple reblogs here and there.
There's a specific chain of reblogs that I'd like to focus on. The most popular post on this chain has about 25 reblogs on it. Half the posts have three reblogs or fewer. Five posts in this chain have just one reblog total.
But the reblog chain keeps going. And going. It breaches containment many times over. And finally, after a chain THIRTY SIX posts long, at 9:30 AM, July 22nd this morning, it hits a popular account.
99% percent of the people who have seen the post--virtually unchanged from how it left my dash--have seen it because it was curated by 36 different people. That's insane to me.
None of those 36 people know that they're part of this chain. They saw a post, reblogged it, and moved on. If any one of these people had not reblogged, the post would have a fraction of the impact it has.
And yet, after two weeks, the post has effectively hit the main page of tumblr. It was picked up, only because people liked it enough to show it to their followers. There were no algorithms necessary.
You really, truly, cannot get this on any other website.
Reblog the reblogging post.
Like to ignore its wisdom.
i make posts when I'm nervous like a bad dog
sad day in the new’s
DEVIOUS GNOME WAITS TO AMBUSH TRAVELLERS
“So basically my couch has electricity and I use it to charge my battery powered doorbell”
“Okay that makes sense”
Now explain it to a Japanese samurai from the year 1218
"do you know how waterwheels grind up grain in a water mill using the force of running water? We found a way to create a huge source of force that runs all the time and can transfer its force over long distance. I can tell you in more detail, but that's the basics. Now that is a chime that has a mechanism that one can press instead of having to open the door to let you know that you are waiting to be let in. It requires the transferred force to make the mechanism work and that wire is how we transfer the force to the chime."
As the person who got their R keyboard broken and the world mocked me for being forced to use the uwu language as replacement
My condolences
put that back
National Lampoon, October 1985
Isn't this shell ridge preserve or briones trail? my homie pissed off a cliff near here
what did your homie do to make the cliff so angry
I wish to purchase goods and services without entering a blood covenant that entitles the provider to email and text me forever and also store a bunch of my personal data that they’re going to apologize for exposing in a breach in the next five to ten years
It seems like the older I get, the more irrationally angry casual censorship makes me. And it isn't just the "unalive" "grape" alleged filter-dodging vernacular, but the way normal words will be peppered with asterisks, or screenshots will have words like "gay" "hell" "fuck" etc either partially or entirely blurred. Who is this helping? What is the purpose of it, except to reinforce shame and elevate a flimsy perception of purity and safety, however those things manifest. It's so tiresome and I'm sick of it.
I got a couple of movies from Netflix and they had these cool Halloween-themed mailers. Maybe I’m easily amused, but they’re kind of nifty!
Honestly the way in "feminist spaces" bras are talked about like they're a beauty treatment is so weird. They're a support garment. Some people also wear them for modesty, which like if you don't care about that fine but a lot of people do, but either way they're ultimately practical, supportive underwear pieces and not necessarily anything more. You can get very utilitarian ones and very decorative ones and we've incorporated them into sexual play like we have panties, but they're just there to help keep your tatas from smacking you in the face.
Whether its some skinny small-tittied bitch in the 70s burning them or some skinny small-tittied bitch now sharing psas like "you don't Have to wear a bra! Feminism!" they never fucking go away. Like pretty sure the folks who don't have to already know that. I'm not wearing one bc I want to appeal to patriarchal beauty standards, I'm doing it bc the alternative is Deeply physically uncomfortable and even painful, and that's what the fucking things were invented for. I get that you're Thin™️ and Normal™️ or whatever but the rest of us aren't. Like why dont your call out jock straps or shoes, obviously people only wear those for sexualized and performative patriarchal reasons and no actual practical function, right? Like live a goddamn day in my cup size before you talk to me about this shit again.
the secret to organising any kind of trip with your friends is to become the benevolent dictator. do NOT wait for everyone to provide a consensus on things before you book anything. do it and then ask for feedback after. do not ask people what they would like to do just tell them what is happening and let them all nod along like the sheep they are. this is the ONLY way to coordinate a group of adults in their 20s/30s
i have seen a bizarrely high number of replies to this post saying ‘okay but you have to take into account people’s preferences and dietary restrictions!!!’ so i just wanted to take the time to clarify that my original one (1) paragraph tumblr joke post was in fact an entirely comprehensive guide to trip planning, you should NOT take into account food allergies or accessibility or general basic preferences of your friends at all, there are absolutely no further nuance or considerations that need to be made beyond what i originally wrote
i have a friend with peanut allergies so every time we go somewhere i make sure to take my peanut car that is made up of thousands of peanut shells glued together and then for activities all of us take turns throwing peanuts at her and then we have peanut butter for dinner. everyone loves it
I think "fuck you, I hate your work and I will do it myself and I will do it better" is a really funny and epic sentiment. i started publishing poetry because an ex boyfriend of mine was publishing really ass poetry in a bunch of journals and I was like "Jesus christ, this is garbage, I could do that, and I could do it better." now I have a page in the Academy of American Poets and I've published a full length collection and his website says "former poet." You should win by succeeding way harder than they do. Spite is a legitimate energy source.
My husband is a professional stand-up comedian because we once went to a gig and saw an act so toweringly Earth-shakingly bad that the mystique immediately fell from the entire artform and he went "Well I can definitely do it better than that."