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I can clearly remember the moment I first realised my mother and I were living on completely different planes of existence. I was 7 years old and I came home from my school's first track and field day having placed second or third in every event. the teachers had been making jokes all afternoon about how many times they had to call my name. my friends thought I was cool as shit. my enemies thought I was cool as shit too, come to think of it. I was proud as hell. so I get home with the entire front of my shirt covered in ribbons like I was a military dictator who'd awarded himself every medal, I walk into the kitchen and tell my mum all about my day, and she goes "oh, that must be disappointing not getting any firsts." and I'm like no?? first of all the first place ribbons are red and I don't like red. second of all look at me. there's literally nowhere left on my body for accolades. I am fucking Jacked of All Trades. how could this possibly be a disappointment.
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Yeah! I'm pumped up from Friday class, and I'm gonna try to get into the cypher more!
Me, teacher and one other beginner were the first ones there. For 15 mins.
OH BOY DID I GET A LOT OF CYPHER PRACTICE IN THAT TIME HRHWHAH. I was dyyyyinnngggg ahha.
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Happy Pride Month!
Holy shit!!!!!!! HUNGARY DID IT!!!!
-via the Los Angeles Blade, June 1, 2026
On a bit of a roll today so wanted to write a bit more about online doomerism and why I think it’s both performative and, if I’m perfectly honest, repulsive.
We live in a world where horrible shit happens all the time, and that horrible shit is beamed into our retinas. We’re programmed to seek out bad news and you can probably trace that to our evolutionary brains - Better to be in the know with regard to potential danger, than not.
The problem is — Being the one telling the bad news brings attention, I discuss bad shit on here and it’s brought about a fairly decent number of followers in my view. I try pretty hard to remain pragmatic (And yes, I appreciate that this post follows one where I call Trump a paedo cunt).
A general observation from spectating a lot of reblog/reply discussions off the back of my posts is that doomerism more often than not manifests in one of two ways.
Way the First - ‘We’re Doomed, we’re doomed!’
This is the most obvious one but the immediate jump to catastrophising. This is a hard one to judge sometimes because there are people of different ages on Tumblr which means sometimes a younger person might not have had the same exposure to similar bad news stories than older people.
That’s cool and expected, and it should be on all of us to help folk out if they’re just beginning to learn about politics - Particularly if they’re trying to learn while everything is going on just now.
However, there’s definitely some people who enjoy catastrophising. Immediately going to worst case scenarios, and aggressively refusing to consider the bigger picture. They are enjoying the doom spiral, and will happily argue with people in the comments who have a slightly more measured view of things.
Way the Second - aka ‘Well Duh’
This one is probably the most annoying to see because you can see them actually get off on it. There are people who lean more on the nihilistic side who enjoy the dopamine hit of getting to say that they saw X event coming a mile away and everyone else is dumb for only reacting to it now.
And I appreciate that it feels good to say stuff like that. If only we all were so clever, and over the course of this blog I’ve probably engaged with it at some point. My bad, we’re all learning.
But the reality is it’s ego stroking doomerism and it’s insufferable. They don’t do anything with their advanced knowledge of the world, they put down others who may very well be political naive, but do nothing to help. They have adopted this doomerism as part of their identity and performatively ‘guffaw’ under news stories to prove themselves to people who enjoy the despair.
That smugness is endemic in online spaces. Maybe me pointing it out is equally smug and I’m saying what everyone already knows. But I keep seeing it and it’s shite.
Say it with me:
I am a writer. Not a content-producing machine. I am a writer. Not a content-producing machine. I am a writer. Not a content-producing machine.
It’s okay if I don’t have time to write. It’s okay if a chapter is delayed. It’s okay if my words come out messy. It’s okay if I need to take a break. It’s okay if I don’t update every week, every month, or even every year.
My value as a writer is not measured by how fast I post. My worth is not defined by kudos, bookmarks, or comments.
I am allowed to be slow. I am allowed to rest. I am allowed to write for joy, not for an algorithm.
I am a writer. Not a content-producing machine.
And if anyone thinks otherwise, they can wait.
This is your reminder that if you are feeling helpless and cannot be on the front lines, there are other ways to help.
People need to be fed. Check to see what your local food pantry situation is. Make hot meals for people you know have been out in the cold for hours on end. Emergency kits for field medics need to be supplied. People need help getting to the pharmacy, the grocery store. Help shovel your neighbor’s sidewalk if you’re able. Find a way to do something.
Build connections. Build community. They want us frightened and isolated. Refuse.
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“the arts and sciences are completely separate fields that should be pitted against each other” the overlap of the arts and sciences make up our entire perceivable reality they r fucking on the couch
Art vs STEM is a lie created to stop us from turning on the real enemy: business and economics
Arts vs STEM is a lie, the computer that put us on the moon was a loom of woven wires, our space suits were made by hand sewing, we need chemistry to mix paint and we need biology to raise the sheep who make the wool we spin into yarn and crochet or knit or weave and the world is beautiful
Reblogging as a science enthusiast and an artist
Portrait class!
We got to start on charcoal! I had rectangular ones which I've never seen before. :o Teacher suggests using sandpaper to make a point and I'm just like, 'Eeeh it's got edges right now, I'll be fine.'
Yeah. She advised that for a reason. 😅 I'm not used to using thick lines!! Where's the line going to go? I dunno! And neither is the charcoal because I cant see where it's going to hit the paper since it's thick and is all angles!!!
She did give me a charcoal pencil which I was so happy for to get the sharper details lol.
I was basically done in 40 mins again. 😅
So I'm not really sure of the difference between charcoal and lead aside from you can HEAR the hollow scratchiness and No Smudging With Your Finger Allowed.
I wanted to smudge with my finger so bad. 😭
There's a 6 month beginners drawing class that the art school is advertising which is cool, but that's suuuuch a big time commitment. And also yeah, I think this is advertised for people who haven't picked up a pencil in 20 years which….I am definitely not lol.
This was on toned paper which seemed okay. I'm not seeing much of a difference, but that could because I didn't shade in completely to cover the paper.
my corner store guy is a 50 year old man who's my best friend in the world and recently he was like "you're too pretty to be single I have some nephews you should meet. very handsome!" and I was like "a niece might be more up my alley" and he just got more excited and said "ah even better! I was overselling my nephews but my nieces are very beautiful"
OP the tags!!
Back on my drawing wolves to process complex emotions bullshit
why r callouts always like "please dont harass this person and dont go after them. anyway heres every single detail of their life gathered by stalking and their private profiles for all to see"
"please don't go after this person! now let me post this document for every single one of my followers and list every single one of their usernames"
"it's all in your head" correct! unfortunately I am also in there
Mental illness is all in your head in the same way that prostate cancer is all in your ass.
Not a single braincell between those ears but a lot of serotonin in a tail!
Quite the winter wonderland out here!