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when itās november 1st
Songs with the same bpm but played over different than original video tracks give me life
Donāt let people make fun of you for liking japanese culture.
I am living in japan right now and let me tell ya:
There are people here who canāt speak or understand English who play nothing but Missy elliot and ludacris, even in businesses like housing offices and restaurants.
There are people who have cowboy hats and dead cow skulls in their home because they idolize what they assume American homes are like.
There are people who learn English strictly through music videos and American television shows.
There are entire karaoke bars with english songs often sung by people who have no idea what the lyrics mean.
Japan often takes American shows like the powerpuff girls and make japanese versions of them.
They often mistake common Americans for celebrities. I have been mistaken for Micheal jordan, tiger woods, Shaquille o'neal, Tyler perry, and saddest of all: queen latifa.
The act of sprinkling English into your japanese sentences is considered cute and cool and is popular with teenagers. Bonus points if you happen to use it correctly.
Japanese stores sell shirts with english on them and people buy them not knowing that most of those word combinations are nonsense.
Donāt let someone shame you for singing an anime opening, using japanese in your sentences, wearing clothing with japanese on it, ect. If anything, this is just one more thing that you have in common with them.
The American/Japanese cultural exchange is so pure and wonderful and I love it so much
OK BUT RESONATE WITH THE SHIRT THING THOUGH
My Chinese relatives buy me shirts from China with English letters on them hoping I think itās cool
I have a shirt that says āHi Quality Ualityā
Itās amazing
It happens alot.
And then whatās really great is Americans getting tattoos of Chinese characters thinking they mean one thing when they really donāt
Also a topic where the reverse happens.
lemme tell you..i have been in a grocery store in Japan and heard the unedited Get Low playin over the intercom..it was literally a Katt Williams moment
Oh, unsensored songs are pretty common.
I should not be hearing an unsensored āMagic Stickā playing at a family restaurant.
And the best thing is when literally no one shows that they understand what is being said.
I was in a Chinese cafe one time and they had obviously put on their āfuck youā playlist. I mean, uncensored versions of Fuck You by Lilly Allen, Fuck You by Cee-lo Green, etc. No one else had any idea.
Oh, also, I got my favorite shirt ever in a little tchotchky store in Sichuan:
that last one got me holy shit.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā i wish i had
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā never met you
Ā Ā Ā TOUCHĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā MYĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā BUTT
then there would be mo need to imprese you
Ā o need to want you.No naed for. loring you
Ā Ā No need tar crying over you.Noneed for
Ā heartbreaks.No nead for paln oru tears.No
Ā Ā neard for forgoure promises .nead for
For every american teenager that is screaming the lyrics to their favorite anime opening, thereās likely at least 1 or 2 Japanese teens singing English profanities at a karaoke bar.
āCrazy Dionā Diamond at one of his sit-ins as a teenager in Arlington, VA. June 10, 1960
via reddit
All of those people around him are demons
hey guys! hereās some fun things i learned from this article about Dion Diamond:
he did these sit-ins by himself. like idk about you, but i always thought of sit-ins as organized by groups, what kind of bravery does it take, man
he didnāt tell anyone about it, like he was no glory-seeker about this. his parents didnāt even know until reporters started calling them up like āhey, did you know your son is in jail?
when someone called the cops heād skedaddle out the back door although he was sent to prison multiple times
the last time he got arrested was in Baton Rouge, and the cops were so sick of him that they told inmates theyād put in a good word for anyone who gave Diamond a hard time. (the inmates didnāt take the bait.)
heās still alive!
hark, a hero of our times!
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Being a millennial is getting buyerās remorse over a $3.83 pack of oreos.
This is genuinely hilarious but fuckin terrible
who wants to hear the story about how a girl in my spanish 2 class fought back against the horrible spanish teacher and won
if this gets 2 notes i will tell it
one note is good enough for me.
so thereās this girl in my spanish 2 class. weāll call her kayla.
kayla is a sophomore. she is funny and outspoken and a little crazy. the main thing to remember about kayla is that she will stand up for herself when needed. and thatās why something happened with her and my spanish teacher.
weāll call my teacher miss irving. miss irving has been teaching spanish for 30 years. sheās a little forceful, hates technology, and hates when people donāt just listen to her without questioning it.
it began when kayla entered class late near the beginning of the school year. āsorry, maāam,ā she said to miss irving. āi was at the counselorās.ā
miss irving looked up at kayla and asked for a pass. kayla didnāt have one, but she said that miss irving would be able to call the counselor and the counselor would verify her visit. miss irving refused to do so and gave her detention on the spot. kayla started trying to justify her own actions, and she received yet another detention.
this marked the beginning of a long, long feud. every time kayla did something, miss irving would reprimand her for it. kayla put on chapstick or began to eat in class and miss irving began to yell. kayla read a paragraph slower than the rest of us and miss irving would snap at her. slowly, kayla began to get fed up.
the last straw for her was when she asked miss irving to go to the counselor during class, and it changed everything.
āmiss irving? i have an appointment with the counselor down the hall. may i go?ā
āobviously not,ā my teacher snapped back. āyou canāt leave in the middle of the class.ā
ābut i need to see her, i have an appointme-ā
āi donāt care. youāre going to translate that paragraph-ā
āmaāam, i already translated it-ā
āwell, then iāll give you more work to do-ā
āno.ā
at that word, all of the heads in the clasroom turned. itās an unspoken rule that you donāt say no to miss irving. but kayla had fire in her voice, and was now standing up and glaring at the teacher.
āexcuse me?ā miss irving responded, and kayla went off.
āno matter what i do, you get on to me about it. i have issues that i need to take care of that you refuse to understand. youāre a teacher. youāre supposed to care about us. itās your job! listen to me carefully: i. have. mental. health. problems. and there are times i need to eat in class or i need to go to the counselorās office because of it, so could you just get off of my ass about it and try to understand?ā
miss irving turned beet red and sent her to the principalās office.
what followed was a battle between the two. miss irving kept emailing kaylaās parents, but kaylaās parents took their daughterās side. then my teacher emailed kaylaās other teachers and asked them to take her side, but the other teachers said they didnāt ever have problems with kayla.
kayla went to talk to the principal about the situation and told her what was going on. the principal talked to miss irving, and miss irving lost her teacher of the year award for that year. she also received a strike on her teaching record for refusing to respect a studentās mental health protocol. and kayla won.
miss irving still teaches our class and we still have kayla with us. now, miss irving doesnāt hide her hatred for kayla at all. she expresses it fully to her other classes. and most of those other classes hate her as well.
but my class and i love kayla. because kayla has a newfound power, and she doesnāt take it for granted. instead, she uses it to help us.
and this matters so much to me because, one day, she helped me.
i have generalized anxiety disorder. one of the methods i can use to calm myself down is by doodling, and doodling also helps me listen more closely to the teacherās lesson. so i started doodling on the edges of my papers in spanish a lot, especially when we started having tests every class period and it became very anxiety-inducing for me.
miss irving started taking points off for every doodle i made. and i mean A LOT of points. i drew an eye in the corner of a worksheet once and i got an 80 instead of a 100. when i tried to explain that it was for my anxiety, she didnāt care. so now i had even more anxiety because i couldnāt reduce my anxiety.
one day, miss irving was lecturing and i was doodling, when she started to yell at me for it.
i canāt remember a lot about what happened because at that moment i went into a full blown panic attack. but what i do remember is kayla standing up and yelling at her.
āwhat are you doing? stop! sheās obviously having a panic attack!ā
she came over to my desk and led me through breathing exercises. calmed me down. told me my doodle of half a face looked really good, asked me how long iād been taking art and about my disorder. the entire class was silent, watching, and miss irving was fuming.
when i was calm enough to, i thanked kayla, and she squeezed my hand in a silent alliance.
then miss irving walked back to the whiteboard and never said anything about my doodles again.
the moral of the story? just because a teacher or principal or parent is older than you doesnāt mean they deserve to be obeyed no matter what. if what your āeldersā say to you or do to you belittles you, tears you down, or keeps you from being able to get help or be a better person, they are not doing their job, and you can stand up for yourself and others.
donāt be afraid to question the authority just because they say they shouldnāt be questioned.
Kaylaās a fucking hero
KAYLA IS A QUEEN
I can relate to so much of this on different personal levels. Kayla is a freaking boss and deserves to be recognized as such. You now have a guardian bff
I always say that if youāre not allowed to question an authority, they arenāt a good authority.
Why be the dancing queen when you can be the killer queen, gunpowder gelatine, dynamite with a laser beam, guaranteed to blow your mind
Can I be both because this bitch really loves ABBA and Queen
I like being invited to things. I donāt necessarily like going But I like being invited.
This is like a round of cards against humanity
awkward when you have a ship full of gay pirates encountering a puzzle with a heteronormative answer.
anyways fuck america for not educating students about the aids crisis whatsoever
my drama teacher mentioned to us āmost of my friends from college are deadā and I knew right away what he meant. he explained āI was a drama major in the 1980sā and still no one else in the class understood. he explained a little bit about the aids crisis, but these kids had no idea before. it is truly heartbreaking to hear about it, and especially to see it being erased.
kids who were forced to be catholic and go to private school culture is being obsessed with biblical and catholic imagery even though youre not religious anymore
me: fuck catholicism it ruined my life
a piece of clothing: is gold and has jesus on it or something
me:
UM IM STILL CATHOLIC BUT THATS A FAT MOOD
so you just gon bring me a comment saying big mood but youre still catholic on my anticatholicism post about being anticatholic with a comment saying youre catholic on my anticatholic post with a catholic comment
The idea that Mike wazowski wouldnāt scare kids bc heās like not traditionally scary is such bs??? like if I woke up and there was a fucking green shortass with one gigantic eye in my room staring at me Iād lose my shit Like there r grown ppl who get nervous when they hear a sound in the night and these monsters think kids wonāt be scared by funsize cyclops shrek creepin in their closet get outta here cmon
when we were kids my brother used to be scared that the radiator would turn into a goat. he wasnāt afraid of goats, he was just afraid of the heater being one.
I go to take Mac (Asian water monitor) out for a tour and since heās sopping wet I want to towel him off. My boss gave me a towel with the Minions on it for this task.
So when Iām first taking him out he freezes. Iām thinking, āokay, is he stuck?ā and help him down. Then I see heās clamped onto the towel.
Eh??? Did someone wipe up rat juice with that towel? I thought it was clean. He wonāt let go. I holler for my boss. āOh sorry I forgot.ā Forgot what?
āHe hates the Minions. He always does that to this towel.ā
So Iām explaining to the tour trying not to keel over laughing the reason we canāt take Mac out is because of his hatred for the Minions.
He eventually let go for a cockroach but that was a good 10 minutes of latching and whipping the towel. I feel you, man. I hate them too.
When a character doesnāt realize theyāve been, like, shot or whatever and they hand brushes against their side and comes away wet with blood, and theyāre just staring at it like wtf is this and then their knees just totally give out on them and they sink down, maybe gasping a little as the reality finally hits them. Thatās good stuff.
I see that, and raise you a character who knows theyāve been shot, but waits until the rest of their crew is out of sight to put their hand against the slowly spreading stain of blood on their shirt, then trying to steady their breathing so they can follow without letting on how injured they are.
Okay but like the character who doesnāt realize theyāve been hurt trying to see if everyone else is okay only to slowly realize that everyone is looking at them with mounting horror. Then they touch their side to find itās wet and oh no
all 3 of you are evil but i admire, respect, and fear you
I really hate the fact that parents can scream at their children constantly and speak to them however they want but if the kid even raises their voice a tiny bit or talks to them in the wrong tone society is likeĀ ārespect your parentsā no its not okay
This shit used to hurt me so much. Now when I go shopping I donāt even touch shit unless I know I want it lol cus I know that pain
iām that person you see folding something and putting it back after iāve looked at it lol
^^^ And if I canāt fold it back perfectly theyāre gonna at least see that I tried.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^
All.of.this
Worked in retail almost half a decade, and let me tell y'all this is daily, not just Black Friday or summer sales.
Iāve had people look me straight in the eyes while they knock over a perfectly folded stack of shirts off a table so they could put down their Starbucks cup. People leave food, drinks, diapers, used pads and bandages, even one time an actual syringe on tables.
Iāve had people destroy entire displays and complain about how dirty and āwhy donāt employees respect their own storeā while I was directly next to them frantically trying to fix what they, themselves, just messed up.
This shit is so ingrained in me now that I fixed displays while on vacation in Disney World for a full half hour.
And before anyone says anything, no, actually picking up after grown adults that should know better, it actually isnāt my job to clean up after you all day. We have customer service, check for product, work the registers, keep the bathrooms clean, deal with angry customers, try to prevent shop lifting, and keep the store running. Recovery (fixing displays) is supposed to be low on our list because people arenāt supposed to be selfish shitheads. If you wouldnāt destroy your friendās house, donāt destroy retail shops.
Iāve literally had people ask me if I work at several stores before because Iām cleaning up after myself??? like they are asking me for help and Iām like āidk I donāt work hereā then they are like āthen why are you cleaning?ā
Itās,,, basic manners,,, to clean after yourself,,, what is wrong with people,,,
earlier this year I was folding something Iād been looking at in a clothing store and this lady comes up to me, hands me her armful of clothes and asks for a dressing room