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this homestuck discourse shit is easy
gamzee kills people because he is trying to spoil the show; he's going off script because he wants to be written out.
before murderstuck, gamzee has no idea that he is a clown. sure, he anoints his face with greasepaint, rides a unicycle, and juggles, but these are serious religious sacraments to him. and, sure, sometimes he trips on his giant floppy shoes and lands face first in a pie, but that's just being blessed with a miracle, because he was just thinking about pie. and, sure, sometimes his friends say things like "HEY ASSHOLE. CLOWN ASSHOLE. YOU WORSHIP A CLOWN RELIGXON. FOR CLOWNS." to him, but he's too zonked on sopor slime to extract any meaning from it.
when gamzee sees the ICP miracles video, he's too sober to dismiss it as a mere coincidence; for once, he gets the joke, and realises that he was the butt of the joke the whole time. he understands that every time he fell face first in a pie, it was the work of an unsen riddler. he grasps that he is, in a cosmic sense, a clown, and hates it.
the next time the curtain rises and hussie says "everyone look! he's about to do something stupid!" gamzee goes shithive maggots and starts mauling his friends and fondling corpses; every time hussie says "don't worry, folks, he can't hear us making fun of him! everyone point and laugh!" gamzee gets angrier. that's what the "are you next?" bit is about - gamzee is aware of, and hates, the audience.
when the murder spree is over, gamzee's beatific grin returns; no longer a look of blank ignorance, but a knowing smirk. he's successfully ruined his character forever - no one wants to see him and no one thinks he's funny. hussie seems to say: jesus you are such a shitty clown. and gamzee's impassive face seems to say: i know.
gamzee refuses to clown out of spite, and hussie refuses to remove gamzee from the story out of spite. it's a committed relationship of reciprocal, mutual antagonism. what i'm saying is that hussie and gamzee ar
Welcome to JTV Pokecenter! Please ensure your pokemon are in a carrier, on a leash, or in their pokeballs at all times. Thank you!
Your friendly neighbourhood veterinary clinic is probably the closest thing in real life to a pokemon center, eh? So here are some pics of a few of my patients re-imagined as pokemon. I’ve been meaning to do a mashup like this for a while, but now seems a particularly relevant time.
(And if you ever visit our little clinic with your real life critters, I’ll check out your pokemon as well for free! ;) )
LEGO - Rubber Duck
almost didn’t hit reblog till that last image
and if you turn to ur left you’ll see the emos
is that my chemical romance?
OH MY GOD not every group of emos is my chemical romance stfu tumblr
but it actually is my chemical romance
this is the funniest fuckibg thing I’ve ever seen
I’ve…. seen this everywhere except on Tumblr itself. It’s the blessed post.
I reblog this everytime it comes on my dash and I’m unashamed
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Tumblr's Favorite Show: Finals!
After several months of fierce fighting, with 256 initial combatants, we have made it to the FINALS
Now, it's time to determine Tumblr's Favorite Show!
Avatar: The Last Airbender or Revolutionary Girl Utena
Avatar: The Last Airbender
Revolutionary Girl Utena
Previous rounds can be found below the break:
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writing prompts! just some sentences edition
The pain was an afterthought, a small hindrance.
The impact hit like lightning.
Autumn was a pretty season, but a dangerous one.
It wasn’t an ultimatum; it wasn’t a permanent invitation.
The laughter sounded stranger in their ears, like it wasn’t a sound that should be happening given the circumstances.
The silence that settled around them had weight.
Blood continued to flow out and pool, a gaudy mass of red soaking the ground and coloring it darker, angrier.
An honest question was always preferable to an angry accusation.
The evening air was crisp but not cold, the barest hint of a breeze tugging lazily at the late summer leaves.
And then a real, audible scream echoed across the field from the mountain behind.
Some eyes were just eyes, inherently devoid of expression. Some of them were overflowing, a miasma of colors and thoughts too quick to catch or understand.
There was no respite from the monsters.
The seconds stretched out like a cat in the sun.
Bad impressions could always be reversed, if there was effort made to do so.
A roof tile slid to the ground, the resulting crash much louder than normal in the still air.
The melody began with a cry.
Beautiful places weren’t allowed to become home.
A rotting head attached to a scaled body came bursting out of the ground.
The music abruptly stopped, one discordant note singing quietly by itself.
The clouds were crying big, fat ugly tears on the poor people and didn’t care if they were going to catch a cold and be miserable all by themselves.
Alcohol was the worst invention, right after the color chartreuse.
The ground was hard and all the grass stood to attention with their tips grayish-white.
The eyes that gazed back were searching, like within one’s soul all the words in the world could be read and understood.
Hands, calloused, with every print and groove well traversed and loved.
Warm, colorful light pulsed softly with the two heartbeats present.
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heir of nothing. heir of everything.
Joan Tierney Why Are You Haunted? / @/oceaii (tumblr) / Liv Ullmann Changing / The Elektra Complex / Rosario Castellanos Monologue of a Foreign Woman from "Meditation on the Threshold: A Bilingual Anthology of Poetry / unknown / @/violentcherries (tumblr) / @/nutnoce (tumblr) / Jean-Paul Sartre Nausea / unknown
Herrscher of Human: Ego ♡
A very expressive crab boy
doodles from twitter (karkat junior, insectoid trolls, dirk & benrey, and a funky jade design)
I just wanna ride, get high in the moonlight
I’m 35 now. Also here’s the original doodle
i feel like i just walked past jesus in a hot topic
that feels right
unfinished high(er) quality collection of my stick figure drawings i think you can tell how much raw emotion i felt drawing every single one