pixel skylines
Monterey Bay Aquarium
JVL
d e v o n
Stranger Things
Claire Keane
No title available
we're not kids anymore.
macklin celebrini has autism
tumblr dot com
❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Show & Tell
No title available
Keni
Kiana Khansmith
almost home
h
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
official daine visual archive
KIROKAZE
seen from Iraq
seen from Pakistan
seen from Dominican Republic
seen from Bolivia
seen from Colombia
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from Chile
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Indonesia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
@efilet
just tried to reference the xkcd "today's lucky 10,000" comic but I wanted to explain xkcd first, so I was like "you probably know the one about experts in the field overestimating their audience's familiarity with the subject matter" and uh. he didn't. love me some irony
The cool thing about death note is you could feasibly explain the basic premise of it like the mechanics of the note and also L and lights weird homoerotic shit and you would have a pretty good idea of what the entire plot is like without ever having to explain the terrifying floating clown monster
Yeah the terrifying death god who looks like a clown, likes apples, and follows you at all times
He is just hanging out
#does he actually do anything the entire show#i watched the first episode and it was boring. so i stopped#but from what i coudl tell he really jast didnt do shit ever
He really didn't. He will very occasionally do something very minor if it helps him (like when Light's house is under surveillance and he can't eat apples inside any more, he finds all the cameras hoping for a blind spot where he can eat apples), but on the whole it's a massive victory for Light to get him to do anything at all. He really is just there to watch and heckle because he had nothing else going on.
Someone should make a disco elysium spiritual successor that takes place in a maze and follows a protagonist who has to eat all the dots in the maze whilst avoiding several ghosts
you can actually homebrew this in d&d 5e
SCROLL UP!!! THIS IS A PAINTING
grout white shark
often you will see things online where you just have to be like "what a strange thing to say" or "i don't think that's true :)" to yourself and try to move on or you will lose your mind
there seems to be a fundamental disagreement between microwave oven manufacturers and the producers of microwave meals over whether the customer should know the wattage of their microwave or if such details should be abstracted away from them
the microwave rice demands 800 watts of power for 2 minutes, but all the microwave can offer me three settings: one low, one high, and one somewhere in the middle. I turn it to the one in the middle as I happen to know 800W is the average power of most microwaves. the light comes on and the bag of rice starts slowly turning, but rather than hearing the usual rumble of the microwave, I instead start hearing short snippets of conversation - words snatched from the ether. the lights flicker and a chill runs up my spine. the voices remind me of those "spirit boxes" ghost hunters use. I double check the setting on the microwave. "ah," I say, remembering that I had set it to medium,
then it's worthless to me
you best be talking about GTA, girl, otherwise we need to have some words
i've been gaming on my trusty antikythera mechanism for years and you can pry it out of my cold dead hands
horses cant scratch themselves but humans cant go fast. we support this legandary partnership
Wrong! Humans irrelevant and obsolete now
agnostic horse: we just dont know where scratch posts come from
Citations could be so awesome without copyright. Imagine just being able to click on a footnote and it takes you to the exact section of another book being quoted. Imagine how much that would do for stemming misinformation.
Formalwear : Formaldehyde :: Ladieswear : Ladiesdehyde :: How earnest we are, I swear : Hod ehydenest de hydee, I sdehyde
affirmations:
- it’s fun to be awake & in an upright position
- consciousness is a gift
- i CAN do this anymore
The iron hook slid free from his shoulder with a wet metallic shriek. Something black and arterial splashed across the stones between them.
The torturer stepped back instinctively. Not out of mercy. Out of surprise. The prisoner laughed. Not loudly. Worse than loudly. Softly. Like he had just remembered a private joke older than civilization.
“You still think pain is a language,” he said.
Another blow. This time across the mouth. Teeth cracked. Blood sheeted down his chin in long ribbons.
The interrogator hissed through clenched teeth. “Tell me where God went.”
The prisoner turned his head slowly. There was blood in his smile now.
“There are organisms,” he said, “living beneath Antarctic ice that have never seen the sun and have still learned how to eat.”
The room had gone very still. Somewhere in the dark, machinery groaned.
The interrogator grabbed him by the jaw hard enough to bruise bone.
“You think this makes you immortal?”
The prisoner spat a clot of red onto the floor between them.
“No,” he whispered.
“I think it makes you temporary.”
The torches flickered.
For one impossible second, the interrogator became aware of his own pulse. The heat in his veins. The soft wetness of his eyes. The damp animal electricity inside every living thing. The prisoner watched realization bloom across his face and smiled wider, blood running between his teeth.
“You cannot threaten a creature from the dirt,” he said, “with returning to the dirt.”
— excerpt from Shit I Just Made Up To Exemplify How All This Tumblr Prose Sounds
I'm gonna think about this post for weeks.
I haven't written in years. Decades, probably. I know I don't do it for the "right" reasons, and anyway, nobody ever seemed to be able to find the time to read anything I sent them.
But when I do write, I sound like this. I always have. Because I wrote to impress my father, an unempathic and unhappy man who admires literature but believes he knows more about it than he does, and so my writing was tailored to his taste. It was the only thing I ever got praised for, even though it always came paired with unsolicited critique.
I recognize now that I only ever wrote so that I would be told I was good at something.
Sometimes when things are bad, I liked to imagine I could write again. After all, we live in a time where people are reading often and all kinds of books - maybe this time, I could find readers.
My career was the only other thing in my life I was ever told I was very good at; It collapsed in 2021, and I haven't heard anyone say that to me since. Sometimes I liked imagining that writing could be a way I would get to hear it again.
Again, I know that's not the right reason to make art. I should be content to make it for nobody except myself, and that should be enough - i should be satisfied that the story is now extant in the world, that I have read it should be enough for me. Alas I am a flawed person; I need to feel like I am doing a good job at something.
So, in a way, I am grateful to OP for this post. I can't imagine how destroyed I would be if I had taken a chance and posted a story, only to have eight thousand people all agree that its some kind of eye-melting slop. I would rather write and share nothing, than have thousands of people all casually laughing about how bad my writing is. OP has spared me from that.
It hurts, yes. But I am grateful all the same. Because now I know how much worse it could be, and I understand what I am saving myself from.
i think you're reading a lot more into my post than i actually put there!
if you look through the replies and tags, you'll find you're far from the only person who felt personally targeted— but you'll also find plenty of people saying they genuinely liked the original excerpt and wanted to read more. that's a good thing!! clearly, there's an audience for that style, and i don't have any interest in arguing otherwise!
what bothers me isn't the vocabulary, or even the (imo overly) lyrical prose itself. when i say “tumblr prose” i mean a particular trend where nearly every sentence feels optimized to sound profound rather than communicate something. beautiful prose isn't the problem! ambiguity isn't the problem either. my issue is when atmosphere begins cannibalizing the storytelling instead of supporting it.
with the original sample, even as the author, i came away knowing very little beyond the mood. i don't really know who these people are, why god is apparently gone, why the antarctic organisms are relevant, or what materially changed over the course of the conversation. there are lots of striking individual lines, but they don't really build into a coherent or particularly interesting whole. it feels like each sentence is trying to be The Line people screenshot and say "this goes hard," rather than working altogether to tell a story. that's ultimately what i was parodying, not people who enjoy this style, and certainly not people who just wanna write! just a trend in online prose that i personally find frustrating as an avid reader
i also don't think you should let one stranger's lighthearted and very personal opinion convince you that you shouldn't write! if anything, the replies to my post should tell you the opposite! there are plenty of people who love this style and wanted more of it. i'm just one person with one set of tastes! i genuinely do hope you keep writing!
There was a guy I used to follow on Tumblr who was big into book reviews - nice guy, but he left with the porn bans in 2018, which was a shame. Anyway, he would critique both the stories and the book covers, as the mood struck.
And for a while, reading his posts started to make me really paranoid about my own writing, and to think anything I wrote could be dissected to that level. I almost never saw him compliment a cover, either - those he tended to only post when he disliked them, and it was a lot of covers where I actually liked the style.
Anyway, then one day he posted two covers he'd made for his own WIP, and I'll be honest lads, I thought they were dog shit. Bland, tonally mismatched to the genre, just bad. Absolute casserole. And instantly I was like, oh yeah. You're eloquent and passionate and good at critique, and you're also one person with human opinions that are going to diverge from mine. And that's okay.
And instantly, I no longer felt any insecurity about my own work from him lol.
Anyway: excellent work OP, I know exactly what you mean
Brandt’s Cormorant with red grape algae, and seagrass.
La Jolla, California, U.S.
Barbara Swanson
Audubon Photography Awards
They should do a sad ant with bindle emoji. one of my more frequent emotions for sure
