I laughed to hard at this fucking thing.
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I laughed to hard at this fucking thing.
sometimes i get thoughts that aint mine. "when i was a baby they named me slenderman ass" not true that didnt happen
One legitimately weird thing about Tumblr is that we literally can’t code for shit, many people quit working at Tumblr due to a hostile work environment, and we can’t seem to program a simple blogging website to not flood your RAM.
nearing the 10 year anniversary of banishing editable reblogs
World Heritage Post
You wake up one day and discover you've lost control over a random action or feeling!
Spin the wheel to find out what!
How bad is it?
Actually way better than before!
Its good
It's alright
It's annoying but I'll be fine
It's pretty bad
IM DEAD
worse than death
Nothing changes/results
This idea was submitted by @dbnekonico!
Yeah I think most people do
...fun
mom i can’t go to school today it’s a national holiday
FIVE YEARS AT FREDDY’S
FIVE YEARS AT FREDDY’S
FIVE YEARS AT FREDDY’S
10 YEARS AT FREDDY'S🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉
TEN YEARS AT FREDDY’S!!
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Stop the Pizzeria I Want to Get Off
You’ve survived over 3,600 nights at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria. Also you’re fired for being stanky.
ELEVEN YEARS AT FREDDY’S!!!!!
TWLEVE YEARS AT FREDDY’S !!!!!
HELLO! The animal shelter I volunteer now is going to lose one of their biggest incomes by the end of the year, (70% of their stable income is going to be gone by the end of the year) So I decided to help by putting my ACGGOODS store into good use! All the stickers and future products on the animal shelter category will go to help the shelter!
I'll try to get more information and ways to support soon!!
Feel free to reblog with whatever animal (pet or not) do you want a sticker like this! I'll be adding more with your suggestions
Send me to Mars with party supplies before next august 5th
No guys you don’t understand.
The soil testing equipment on Curiosity makes a buzzing noise and the pitch of the noise changes depending on what part of an experiment Curiosity is performing, this is the way Curiosity sings to itself.
So some of the finest minds currently alive decided to take incredibly expensive important scientific equipment and mess with it until they worked out how to move in just the right way to sing Happy Birthday, then someone made a cake on Curiosity’s birthday and took it into Mission control so that a room full of brilliant scientists and engineers could throw a birthday party for a non-autonomous robot 225 million kilometres away and listen to it sing the first ever song sung on Mars*, which was Happy Birthday.
This isn’t a sad story, this a happy story about the ridiculousness of humans and the way we love things. We built a little robot and called it Curiosity and flung it into the star to go and explore places we can’t get to because it’s name is in our nature and then just because we could, we taught it how to sing.
That’s not sad, that’s awesome.
*this is different from the first song ever played on mars (Reach For The Stars by Will.I.Am) which happened the year before, singing is different from playing
This is humanity
Happy Birthday, Curiousity.
Happy birthday, Curiosity.
Happy birthday, Curiosity.
Happy birthday, Curiosity!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY CURIOSITY !!!!
Happy birthday Curiosity!
Happy birthday, Curiosity!
Happy Birthday, Curiousity!
Happy Birthday, Curiosity!
Happy Birthday , Curiosity!!
Ash canonically having aura powers is one of the funniest things any anime has ever done because he just... doesn't care
Like, for any other anime this would be the moment the plot truly kicks up. You know, having your main character find out that he has superpowers and stuff, plus the whole Jedi stuff. But Ash just straight up doesn't care, it's like having Ben Tennyson find the Omnitrix and be like "that's cool and all but I wanted to be a professional soccer player"
It’s even funnier when you consider the fact that Ash is the strongest aura user ever shown in the anime…
…to the point where a Pokémon that reads aura mistakes him for a long dead aura guardian based on vibes alone. Note that Ash is ten years old and has had no prior training.
Assuming that aura can change with time and effort, just like every other human trait, this means that some random ass child is just as strong as a legendary aura guardian despite barely even knowing what aura is outside of the Pokémon move Aura Sphere.
And that's not even the extent of it. In the rare moments that Ash remembers he's a fucking energybender, he has done the following:
Transferred his power to help Sir Aaron's Lucario heal a dying Mew's symbiotic rock tree. (And by extension, Mew itself.)
Astral project and see through the eyes of Pokémon. (This has happened several times. Just check the Aura page on Bulbapedia.)
Use a keystone to locate its matching mega stone. It's never fully explained why this works outside of "stupid magic bullshit".
See and interact with a dead boy* without even knowing he's dead, to the point where he can fucking project his own senses onto the kid's soul so that he can vicariously pet the fluffy mouse creature. The same thing actually happened in XY.
Telepathically communicate with his Lucario during a battle and discuss what move it should use next.
There's also this fan theory that the strange ripples that sometimes appear around Ash in Pokémon Journeys are aura waves being generated by his excitement, but it's not confirmed and it might just be a stylistic choice.
This isn't even the extent of what aura can do in the anime. It's just the stuff that Ash instinctively knows how to do without training. Please, I implore you, check out the Bulbapedia page on aura right now. This shit's crazy.
It's also shown that the bond phenomenon is linked to aura, but aura isn't outright confirmed to be the catalyst.
If he did decide to get some proper training, he could become the strongest aura user ever. And he’s just fucking around on a Pokémon journey.
*Of course, the whole "speak with the dead" thing could be explained by the fact that Ash has been a ghost possessing his own corpse since Episode 23 of Indigo League, but it's explained in-universe as Ash using aura to help Sunny pet Pikachu, so interpret that how you will.
TLDR: Pokémon lore is batshit insane and Ash Ketchum is a magical zombie Jedi that can see ghosts and he canonically doesn't give a fuck. I love you, Pokémon. Never change.
Note: I was originally going to completely dissect aura and its place in Pokémon lore, but decided against it for the sake of OP's mental health. Will post a full essay on aura and the history of aura when I get around to it.
Reblogging this old thing from my account before I split things up into sideblogs.
Also I did write most of the essay but. I can’t fucking find it.
Also I did write
most of the essay but. I
can’t fucking find it.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
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When I was drawing this picture, I added details like the texture and scratches on the dagger, but they ended up being hard to see after I uploaded it to the web (´・ω・`)
Drug arrives years after pandemic’s peak, but could still offer protection to vulnerable populations.
An antiviral pill has, for the first time, been shown to prevent COVID-19 in people exposed to the SARS-CoV-2 virus at home, according to trial results published today in the New England Journal of Medicine1. The drug could be a lifeline for those who still face real danger from the virus, such as care-home residents or transplant recipients on immune-suppressing medication.
There are good things happening in the world.
You can read about it here without a paywall.
Households exposed to COVID-19 now have an oral drug specifically cleared to prevent infection after contact with a sick person. The FDA listed Xocova, the brand name for ensitrelvir, as a 2026 novel drug approval for post-exposure prophylaxis of COVID-19 following contact with an infected individual. The decision fills a gap that has persisted since the pandemic’s early years: until now, no oral antiviral carried an FDA-approved indication for prevention rather than treatment.
I think I may never be sad ever again. There is a statue entitled "Farewell to Orpheus" on my college campus. It's been there since 1968, created by a Prof. Frederic Littman that use to work at the university. It sits in the middle of a fountain, and the fountain is often full of litter. I have taken it upon myself to clean the litter out when I see it (the skimmers only come by once a week at max). But because of my style of dress, this means that bystanders see a twenty-something on their hands and knees at the edge of the fountain, sleeves rolled up, trying not to splash dirty water on their slacks while their briefcase and suit coat sit nearby. This is fine, usually. But today was Saturday Market, which means the twenty or so people in the area suddenly became hundreds. So, obviously, somebody stopped to ask what I was doing. "This," I gestured at the statue, "is Eurydice. She was the wife of Orpheus, the greatest storyteller in Greece. And this litter is disrespectful." Then, on a whim, I squinted up at them. "Do you know the story of Orpheus and Eurydice?" "No," they replied, shifting slightly to sit.
"Would you like to?"
"Sure!"
So I told them. I told them the story as I know it- and I've had a bit of practice. Orpheus, child of a wishing star, favorite of the messenger god, who had a hard-working, wonderful wife, Eurydice; his harp that could lull beasts to passivity, coax song from nymphs, and move mountains before him; and the men who, while he dreamed and composed, came to steal Eurydice away. I told of how she ran, and the water splashed up on my clothes. But I didn't care. I told of how the adder in the field bit her heel, and she died. I told of the Underworld- how Orpheus charmed the riverman, pacified Cerberus with a lullaby, and melted the hearts of the wise judges. I laughed as I remarked how lucky he was that it was winter- for Persephone was moved by his song where Hades was not. She convinced Hades to let Orpheus prove he was worthy of taking Eurydice. I tugged my coat back on, and said how Orpheus had to play and sing all the way out of the Underworld, without ever looking back to see if his beloved wife followed. And I told how, when he stopped for breath, he thought he heard her stumble and fall, and turned to help her up- but it was too late. I told the story four times after that, to four different groups, each larger than the last. And I must have cast a glance at the statue, something that said "I'm sorry, I miss you--" because when I finished my second to last retelling, a young boy piped up, perhaps seven or eight, and asked me a question that has made my day, and potentially my life: "Are you Orpheus?" I told the tale of the grieving bard so well, so convincingly, that in the eyes of a child I was telling not a story, but a memory. And while I laughed in the moment, with everyone else, I wept with gratitude and joy when I came home. This is more than I deserve, and I think I may never be sad again.
Here is the aforementioned statue, by the way.
*nibbles post*
side note, teaching myself to pronounce that last one felt like learning a new fucking language
hey so uh next year will be a decade of dobonhonkeros. how about that shit huh.
Happy ten year anniversary of this post.
I DIDN’T LEARN ABOUT THIS IN DRIVING SCHOOL
Stop says the red light, go says the green
Wait says the yellow light, twinkling in between.
KNEEL, SAYS THE DEMON LIGHT WITH ITS EYE OF COAL SAURON KNOWS YOUR LICENSE PLATE AND STARES INTO YOUR SOUL
THIS IS ALWAYS FUNNY
@irritatedlifeguard I agree with your tags.
someone tell OP i did it, i spent about 3 hours on it
if I were given a large budget for fun, I would like to make a game that would evolve according to the actions of its players
for those unaware today india experienced one of its biggest protests in half a decade. there were protests all over the nation for various causes but the major one was in delhi. all we asked for was the resignation of the education minister because he's failed the students of this nation time & time again. but we were met with brutality, the police had barricaded the main site of protest (jantar mantar). metro stations were shutdown, the public was restrained from reaching the protest site and all the adjoining areas had signal jammers to make sure the crowd had no access to constant updates. they had us blocked from all the sides. they were lathi (baton) charging students from one side & releasing tear gas from the other. you couldn't walk 100 m on streets without having a tear gas shell thrown at you. there were many students, women & kids bleeding — some from their head. some couldn't walk anymore. the police had removed their nameplates & acted with full impunity to resort to unprecedented levels of violence. they were pelting stones at us, beating up people for no reason, forcefully detaining them and attacking us constantly with tear gas & rubber bullets. they wouldn't let you exit either. the crowd was peaceful & looking out for each other yet they were met with violence. i made a friend who was all alone & she asked to join me & my friend because a policeman wouldn't leave her alone. he constantly prodded her for personal info, invited her back to the jeep saying they have food there, wouldn't stop following her around. you couldn't call or ask anyone for help, we were left to fend for ourselves & be on a constant lookout if you did not want to be beaten up to death by police. all for what? asking a resignation? shame on this country.
Youth-led movement calls on education minister to quit in one of India’s largest anti-government rallies in years
More than 10,000 protesters braved tear gas and baton charges in their largest challenge yet to PM Modi's government.