Evolution of Steel! Did you know steel is just iron with a dash of carbon mixed into it? It’s literally just iron with 1% carbon, which magically makes it more durable
Show & Tell
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
Mike Driver

pixel skylines
No title available

bliss lane
Cosimo Galluzzi
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
ojovivo
todays bird
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
RMH
No title available
Interview Vampire Daily
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Noah Kahan

Kiana Khansmith
Not today Justin
art blog(derogatory)
seen from Australia

seen from Germany

seen from T1

seen from Australia
seen from Germany

seen from United States
seen from Philippines

seen from United Kingdom
seen from Moldova

seen from Malaysia

seen from United States

seen from South Africa

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from Bangladesh
seen from United States
seen from Cambodia

seen from T1
seen from United States
seen from Iraq
@duckduckgofishfishpond
Evolution of Steel! Did you know steel is just iron with a dash of carbon mixed into it? It’s literally just iron with 1% carbon, which magically makes it more durable
Time in the Environment by Tanya NoYa
Me, plunking Stinky Bastard Man’s carrier on the counter: hi he’s here for shots and a nail trim and he’ll need to be sedated
Nurse: Are you sure? We can try-
Me: he needs to be sedated
Nurse: Well, it’ll take longer-
Me: he needs to be sedated, he will try to rip your face off
Nurse: Well we’ll try without first and we’ll let you know if we need to sedate
Me, watching her carry him away: you will need to sedate him
Nurse, coming back 10 minutes later clutching her hand: so, we will need to sedate him
Me:
A man with 3 caution stickers on his med file
Since this post blew up and people have asked for this villain’s record, here are some of Stinky Bastard Man’s more heinous crimes:
Screamed so loudly with such unbridled fury the one time he wasn’t sedated at the vet that he caused a little girl in the waiting room to burst into tears
Ripped an escape hole in the patio screen door in a single night
Snuck into the garage overnight where he managed to pull down his massive food bag from the top shelves, ripped it open and ate so much he couldn’t/wouldn’t move when we found him in the morning
Learned how to open the laundry cabinet to sleep on the clean towels
Learned how to open doors, thus allowing the dog to follow in after who then eats from the trash
Bats off anything on our windowsills that gets in the way of his sitting. Current succulent casualty count: 4
Thankfully cannot open the bedroom door due to rusty mechanisms, but managed to slip in one night when it wasn’t fully closed. Jumped down from my windowsill squarely onto my stomach, leaving me to bolt awake screaming from the blow and convinced I was under attack
Tricked me into loving him forever anyway
Ripped an escape hole
in the patio screen door
in a single night
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
oh my god he’s THIS Stinky Bastard Man!!!!
the stinky bastard man, the stinky bastard myth, the stinky bastard legend
Me, plunking Stinky Bastard Man’s carrier on the counter: hi he’s here for shots and a nail trim and he’ll need to be sedated
Nurse: Are you sure? We can try-
Me: he needs to be sedated
Nurse: Well, it’ll take longer-
Me: he needs to be sedated, he will try to rip your face off
Nurse: Well we’ll try without first and we’ll let you know if we need to sedate
Me, watching her carry him away: you will need to sedate him
Nurse, coming back 10 minutes later clutching her hand: so, we will need to sedate him
Me:
A man with 3 caution stickers on his med file
Since this post blew up and people have asked for this villain’s record, here are some of Stinky Bastard Man’s more heinous crimes:
Screamed so loudly with such unbridled fury the one time he wasn’t sedated at the vet that he caused a little girl in the waiting room to burst into tears
Ripped an escape hole in the patio screen door in a single night
Snuck into the garage overnight where he managed to pull down his massive food bag from the top shelves, ripped it open and ate so much he couldn’t/wouldn’t move when we found him in the morning
Learned how to open the laundry cabinet to sleep on the clean towels
Learned how to open doors, thus allowing the dog to follow in after who then eats from the trash
Bats off anything on our windowsills that gets in the way of his sitting. Current succulent casualty count: 4
Thankfully cannot open the bedroom door due to rusty mechanisms, but managed to slip in one night when it wasn’t fully closed. Jumped down from my windowsill squarely onto my stomach, leaving me to bolt awake screaming from the blow and convinced I was under attack
Tricked me into loving him forever anyway
Ripped an escape hole
in the patio screen door
in a single night
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
oh my god he’s THIS Stinky Bastard Man!!!!
the stinky bastard man, the stinky bastard myth, the stinky bastard legend
I don’t think adding nonbinary to Victorian’s gender system would’ve fixed their weird sexism. If anything I think it would’ve made them weirder and sexismier
Someone needs to write a satirical etiquette book in the style of a Victorian with rules for Ladies, Gentlemen, and Honorables in Polite Society.
Oh please someone do this
It would go something like
Of course, fashionable Honorables may be consternated by the proper open collar blouses as there is no way to tie a bow or cravat around it. In such cases a bow may be worn upon the top hat. Or a slim ribbon may be tied around the bare neck, however, given the salacious reputation some hold for such an accessory, that is best left to married Honorables.
YES. the way this hasn’t left my mind….Like okay they’re still Victorians. They’re still sexist and homophobic. My thought for this alternate history is third gender people are expected to only marry into already married couples. And they’d probably throw in a lot of Christian Holy Trinity and Mary Joseph God imagery to religiously validate triads.
Or three people (of all different genders of course bc again. They’re Victorian) could marry all at once but the courting situation would be a nightmare.
My question is,,, would Honorables have a dowry?
First thought: coverture. Coverture is the legal idea that a married couple is one entity, with the wife not having an actual legal identity of her own. This is why there's the old-fashioned convention of women taking on their husband's entire name (e.g. "Mrs. Robert Smith"), why men could control any inheritance or money their wives had, and also the origin of some now-obsolete laws (like making it impossible for a wife to sue her husband for damages, because it's as if she was suing herself).
This is why it was so important for women to marry well: even if you worked as a married woman (and many women did), your money wasn't actually yours. It's one thing to have to live with a drunk asshole; it's worse to have that drunk asshole be the sole person who decides if that paycheck goes towards rent or more booze.
So, having a trinity/three parts of one whole entity would totally fit Victorian ideas of coverture. I think you'd still have it be men > everyone else, because they'd expect some kind of hierarchy, and even within the Trinity, God is still the leader.
Second thought: separate spheres. The Victorian era was very heavily focused on men being involved in the "dirty" business of work/politics/etc., and women being more morally pure and better suited to the domestic sphere (the whole "angel of the house" thing). Obviously this wasn't actually or practically true a lot of the time, but it was the aspired-to standard, the thing you'd measure people against to say if they were acting appropriately as members of their gender or not.
So you'd need a third sphere for Honorables to inhabit that is completely separate from the work/domestic dichotomy, or create an entirely different three-way dichotomy. Basically, you'd need a thing to point to, like "X is very ladylike" or "Y is not manly," but for Honorables.
So, extrapolating:
You'd still have "Mr. and Mrs. Robert Smith," it'd just be, "Mr., Mrs., and Mx. Robert Smith" (differentiating by title, not by first name). I could actually see there being a different title for unmarried vs. married Honorables, like Master vs. Mister or Miss vs. Madam/Missus. Mix vs. Max, maybe?
I think Honorables would definitely need to have some kind of dowry. It actually might be even more necessary, because unless the guy is insanely wealthy on his own, you're going to need enough money to support three people, not just two.
I'm having trouble coming up with a third sphere, but whatever that third sphere was, you'd need to heavily police it. "You can't do X, that's for Honorables" has to be part of the culture. And you'd need to police it with as much weird pseudoscientific and/or religious justification as possible. Like, you need "women's brains physically can't handle the strain of learning math" but to explain why Honorables can't swim, or whatever.
I propose the third sphere as the Arts.
Far too frivolous and emotional for Serious Men
Far too high-minded and philosophical for Delicate Ladies
Already the most accepting space for queerness in actual Victorian times (and often still today)
An important sphere of societal influence without any of the actual hard power of politics/business/etc.
Ripe for pseudosciency stuff about how Honourables are simply more naturally inclined to creating art that appeals to all humanity because they embody both masculine and feminine perspectives at once, etc. etc.
Far too high-minded
and philosophical for
Delicate Ladies
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
Something
[ID in alt]
Some Papyruses :]
+ spreading my papyrus can float propaganda.
Undertale theory - Papyrus was planning to fight you in the genocide run
We all know the story. We approach Papyrus, and he welcomes us with open arms, to return our "hug of acceptance". In battle, he spares us... and we murder him in one hit.
"W-WELL, THAT'S NOT WHAT I EXPECTED..."
Except it is what he expected. In the game's data, a monster's defence gets drastically lower when they spare you, representing their trust and allowing for betrayal kills. But Papyrus is the only monster who's defence goes UP when they spare you, instead of down. He literally has his guard up when he offers you that hug. And if you do spare him, he says
"WOWIE!! YOU DID IT!!!"
"YOU DIDN'T DO A VIOLENCE!!!"
*sweats* "TO BE HONEST, I WAS A LITTLE AFRAID...
BUT YOU'RE ALREADY BECOMING A GREAT PERSON!"
All the evidence seems to suggest that Papyrus was expecting you to attack him. But if that was what he was expecting, why so shocked when you kill him?
Maybe it's because he wasn't expecting you to do it in one hit. I think that Papyrus was planning an Undertale Red, giving you one last chance to turn back and choose a better path, and if you refused he would try to stop you by force... except he never got a chance to. He thought raising his defence would prevent an instant kill, but he was wrong. With his HP gone and his head on the snow, all that could be done was to say "I believe in you!", one last plea to stop this genocide.
Boop day 🐾
I thought this is perfect match for everyone. I imagined evil boop just like this, but in competitive and unserious aggressive way :3
To-cat-ata in B by sympawnies
I wanted someone to play it as soon as I saw it and they delivered
Kill me once, shame on you. Kill me twice, how did you did that.
kill me three times, this time loop fucking sucks
Wouldn’t leave my mind sorry
First Versions of my older rottmnt concept are pretty much finished yippee now I just have to polish them and such 🫠
Like I said. I’m always way behind on the trends, and especially this one cause I can’t draw guns or hats to save my life…but felt like I had to draw the Emo cowboy Leo I mentioned forever ago, and then the rest just kinda happened as well!
Bonus:
Some of the designs don't belong to me anymore!
Claimed designs: ( North Star & South Surf, Stormy Weather, Secret Thought, Bug Seeker, Photosynthesis, Morning Reap)
The Pony Adoption Post
reblog if the best idea that you could come up with was falling over and lying on the ground like a lump