oh tumblr staff definitely noticed the transphobe allegations and put the entire lgbtq+ in it LMAO
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oh tumblr staff definitely noticed the transphobe allegations and put the entire lgbtq+ in it LMAO
There is a reality not so far from our own in which Ratitouille (2007) was filmed as an avant-garde conceptual horror akin to Eraserhead (1977)
There is a young American man in France. His mother has passed away. He has few friends, and works the thankless job of a bus boy in a prestigious restaurant, but dreams of becoming a chef despite having very little skill.
He returns one night to his humble apartment, which is known to have vermin, and comes across a rat, which he could easily kill or set loose on the street.
But the rat- it is special. It seems to speak to him. Promises him every little thing he desires- talent, fame, and fortune. Recognition and esteem like he has only ever seen from afar; fine company like the wealthy men and women whose scraps he picks at over the sink.
Put me on your head, the rat says. Put me on your head and think of nothing.
It is strange at first, yes. Strange to feel another take control of his life and live it better than he ever could. To see miraculous things created with his own two hands, to feel his feet move in graceful and fantastic ways with a confidence he has never had.
But the rat delivers as he had promised: he receives promotions, notoriety, admiration. He is noticed. Envied. Every day is a waking dream, rubbing elbows with beautiful women and handsome men and influential personalities who lavish him with praise. It is addictive, this lifestyle- never mind that he is only ever truly conscious of it as a passenger of in own brain.
It is when he has reached heights few can ever conceive, with all that the rat had ever promised- a beautiful wife in a beautiful house with all the world in his palm, in possession of all the wealth and success a man could ever want, that the rat says that it is leaving.
Leaving? The rat cannot leave. Everything he is, the rat has provided.
"I have delivered on our bargain", the rat says. "I have brought to you all that you have ever dreamed. What more could you desire? I must live my own life, now."
The man is furious. He is terrified. He destroys the rat, in all of the ways that a rat can be destroyed, until nothing is left of it but a fine smear of marinara sauce.
He returns to the restaurant the next day moving like the shell of something hollowed-out and brittle. He cooks well- his fingers remember the movements, his eyes recognize the patterns, his mouth knows without his asking what orders to speak and what platitudes make patrons smile pleasantly with their straight white teeth.
He retains the talents of the rat. The charm of the rat. All the worldly pleasures the rat had provided him.
Still, it seems, he is little more than a vessel for the talents of the rat.
But the rat is gone.
What remains of the man?
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i've been phasing the phrase 'google it' out of my vocabulary and going back to 'look it up'. fuck you youve lost your generic trademark privileges
People don’t even say w00t anymore.
That's the cheese strings mascot
dawn dimmadome? wife of doug dimmadome, owner of the dimmsdale dimmadome?
actually she took the dimmadome in the dimmadivorce
Do non artists know how badly I wish I could see my art thru their eyes
How the hell do y'all as artists actually take opportunity when it lands in your lap? Got an opportunity to design logos for shirts but instantly my brain es shutting et out cuz of... Reasons? Is there a medication for this
I still want to see a high budget dinosaur documentary that's done in that old Walking With Dinosaurs type as-realistic-as-we-can-make-it wildlife documentary style, except instead of the classic calm-voiced David Attenborough style narrator, it's narrated by a two-person team of a paleontologist, and a stoner who knows nothing about dinosaurs. Ideally, neither of them has been involved in the production of the show itself, and both of them are seeing the footage they are narrating for the very first time.
[footage of newly hatched baby dinosaurs climbing out of the nest as their mother observes, immediately proceeding to start chasing and biting random bugs and each other]
"Yeah, it's a well-grounded and commonly respected theory that this particular species was social, raised their young into adulthood and probably hunted in packs. I like how they decided to show how nature and nurture work together by having them instinctively start practicing both social behaviour and hunting maneuvres in play with each other."
[sobbing pure tears of joy] "B-bitey babies. They're so beautiful. Mama looks so proud."
not to be conspiratorial but (tw animal abuse mention)
I fully think that epigenetics is the reason ragdoll cats are like that™ (aka floppy and placid). Like. I am reading the original creator of the breed's self published books and watching old videos of her interacting with her cats and uhhhh... she was physically abusing the shit out of them. Like, she literally thought that they could not feel pain like normal cats and had alien and skunk DNA. And the only doctor this lady saw was a chiropractor.
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How well would a tumblr blog that speaks like a late night radio show emtertain.. relative to tumblr I mean.. fuck them other places
Like ramble a bit write out sum radio dj banter and then introduce a song that never actually plays but like anyone reading et could jus find the song.. honestly I don't think I could ever commit to this kinda bit
How well would a tumblr blog that speaks like a late night radio show emtertain.. relative to tumblr I mean.. fuck them other places
Watching security cam feeds n making up lore for the pigeons that walk by
Gary wus about to come in but forgot his wallet at the 7-11 down the street. He'd be a regular ef he ever managed to get thru the door