@daybreakwarrior - Tumblr Blog

Tumblr post 1: Stories are all too grimdark and such it is fash doomerism to assume reality is evil What we need in these times is stories that inspire hope that is truly revolutionary

Tumblr post 2: Stories are all too fluffy and happy and such it is fash revisionism to shy away from the darkness What we need in these times is stories that are cathartic and unsettling that is truly revolutionary

MORAL: All storytelling is evil (telling lies)

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ignoranceishibiscus

my favorites from the tags

shyjusticewarrior

millenniallust4death

I’m paying to force seven thousand strangers to see a photo of my late husband having fun with his dog. Tumblr Blaze is totally worth it. XD

millenniallust4death

Thank-you to all of my new Internet stranger friends for being so gracious about having my post shoved onto your dashboards. I loved reading all of your kind tags and comments! Both Martin and Bosco have been gone for several years now but for 24 hours, they felt very present in my life. I greatly appreciate this gift. ❤️

xn3city

Reblog to have your dashboard be visited by the spirit of joy that death can end but not erase.

leavescrown

Love that this is well beyond 7000 people now and still going

millenniallust4death

@leavescrown Exactly! It’s a beautiful gift. Martin and Bosco out there travelling around the Tumblr community, continually making new friends.

millenniallust4death

@sseanettles

#hello again martin and bosco!! sending you boys round for another go :)

Reading your tag made me laugh out loud. It’s like two old friends unexpectedly stopped by your porch for a quick visit. XD

petermorwood

I’ll always reblog Martin and Bosco when they splash across my dash, because of Reasons.

What’s loved, lives.

autumnwoodsdreamer

I wish they had an Emperor’s New Groove version of the Star Wars movies/shows and by that I don’t mean a version of the story where someone gets turned into a llama (when they’re supposed to be dead!) but have a character (any will do but preferably one of the sane ones like Mace) pause the movie/episode, pop up and explain in the most straight forward terms things like “the ‘no attachments’ thing doesn’t mean we Jedi are heartless losers, it literally just means don’t be a possessive jerk” and any other commonly misinterpreted things

(actually any movie could benefit from this but I’m not up to digressing today)

elinorjaneofmanyfandoms

Lego Star Wars kinda does this! It's clear that the studio actually loves Star Wars and isn't trying to tear it down--but the Lego stories WILL reference common observations and complaints.

For example, when running from the Trade Federation, Lego Qui-Gon remarks that they need to keep the queen from signing the treaty. Lego Obi-Wan says, "Can you explain why?" and Lego Padme goes, "Even I'm not 100% sure."

Another episode has Lego Anakin babysitting a bunch of younglings (it makes sense in context!), and he tries to get them enthusiastic by exclaiming in a monotone how exciting the trip will be. One of the kids kindly goes, "Anakin...you're a great Jedi, you're not just a very good actor."

Those jokes aside, the lines from all the Lego Star Wars movies are so quotable! Some examples:

"It's days like this I wish I had more than half my original lungs!"--General Grievous (As an asthmatic, I relate to this. XD)

"I suppose I had better exchange insurance information with him." --C3P-0 (Makes sense in context--also the only reason I remember what to do after a car wreck.)

"Mayhem as usual." -- C3P-0

"Red flags! Get your red flags here!" *character dialogue* "Can't warn anyone from making a tragic mistake without a red flag." *more character dialogue* "BIG RED FLAGS!" --Watto

autumnwoodsdreamer

You know what? Yes. Lego Star Wars counts as the Emperor’s New Groove version 😆

maeborowski

alright i’ll bite. what is morbious

this

"And he gave it to me for free, Bob!"

I saw this on bsky last night and had to draw the guy

teaboot

A few things uou need to know:

My mother- who was a single parent raising me alone in my early youth- has never believed in baby talk. So when I was born, she started from day one talking to me and treating me like I was an adult.

As a result of this, I had rather high expectations of other adults from a very young age, and despised being talked down to. The worst was being asked sweetly and stupidly y over and over, “can you say “hello”?” in a way that felt like I was an animal being coaxed into performing a trick.

In my earliest years, I learned that using certain words and phrases could convince new adults to treat me the way I preferred. So to combat the annoyances of being treated like a subhuman idiot, I began purposefully expressing myself with a broad vocabulary.

My mother started teaching me how to read when I was three. By the time I was five, my favourite thing to read was Calvin and Hobbes anthologies, partly because I loved tigers, but mostly because in every other book I’d read, kids my age were written as stupid babies with no thought process or agency who nobody seemed to think of as capable of thinking or contributing. Calvin, though, was only a year older than me, and had a rich inner world, and was capable of speaking meaningfully and eloquently while still being a kid. Calvin was a kid the way that kids WERE, not the way adults saw us.

As a consequence of this, I think, I developed a prematurely warped sense of humour wherein- again, starting around age five- the funniest thing in the world to me was to approach adults and instigate conversations wildly beyond my age range. Like “oh, you’re slowing yourself down for me? Bold of you to assume I’m not already four steps ahead”.

I imagine this was probably very annoying, as I mostly didn’t actually have the experience or context to fully understand a lot of the subjects I was talking about and was mostly just imitating the persona of a mildly disinterested and somewhat philosophical old woman, but I genuinely understood enough vocab to bluff around the gaps in my knowledge long enough for the funny part to happen.

My preferences to spend more of my time fucking with adults instead of my peers slowly widened the already-existing gap between me and the majority of my schoolmates, which honestly didn’t bug me much because the two friends I DID have were way more fun than the rest of them anyways. But I was probably a bit emotionally stunted by this point anyways

Cut to me, age nine or so. Annoying know-it-all, deeply ironic, and the kind of kid who would rather lick a carrot peeler than suffer through the torture of meaningful emotional vulnerability with any adult ever

First real health class

We get the Puberty talk

Skin-peelingly awkward

Mr. Q, our fifty-ish something teacher, brings out a question box and a bunch of scraps of paper. Says he wants everyone to write down at least one question and he would pull a handful of them out anonymously to answer.

I cannot resist

We all submit our questions

Question one. “What is a vulva”

Diagram. Clinical and age-appropriate response.

Question two. “Is love nothing more than a chemical reaction designed to ensure the survival of the species?”

Long awkward pause

Teacher clears his throat

[This is hilarious]

Teacher speaks

“Uh…….”

“Well, um. I suppose… I love my wife. And I love my children. Or I would describe what I feel for them as love.”

Oh No

[Dawning realization that I have trapped myself and everyone in this room in a Feelings Talk]

[Panic and stare directly through the floor until he stops talking about his personal emotions regarding family and society and shit]

[Pain And Suffering And Hell because this is, in fact, what I signed us all up for, because boarding a plane to Alaska means that you are definitely going to Alaska, no matter if it was a joke or not, because the plane doesn’t give a fuck, because it is a plane and you are a moron]

The lessons in humour I learned that day have stuck with me ever since

Sincerity always wins

You Can Press The Big Red Button Whenever You Like But You Cannot Un-Send The Nuke