the slop they feed their samurai is so foul they do not even notice the taste of poison… the fortress will be completely unguarded by nightfall
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Love Begins
Misplaced Lens Cap

JBB: An Artblog!
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Cosimo Galluzzi

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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Monterey Bay Aquarium

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roma★
occasionally subtle
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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we're not kids anymore.
Claire Keane
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@ellioop
the slop they feed their samurai is so foul they do not even notice the taste of poison… the fortress will be completely unguarded by nightfall
I've been a fanfic writer on AO3 for two years, have 50+ stories and over 350k in words, lots of fun reader engagement and stay active on Tumblr to promote my stories and fan creations.
Last night I got an angry message on my Tumblr from a user asking why I was flaming their story on AO3.
I never leave negative comments (and I've left over 500 positive ones!). I looked into it, and the hatebots on AO3 used my username with (Guest) at the end to send one of the most vile messages I've ever read to a user in a completely different fandom from me.
I straightened it out with that user and explained about the hatebots. But their initial message to me was very angry, they'd found me off AO3 on my personal Tumblr page and was calling out my age/gender/personal details from my page because they thought I was bullying them.
I still can't really fathom why these hatebots do what they do, but I'm also a little scared that a misunderstanding like that could lead to someone getting doxxed. And I'm also extremely sad that this bot is posing as me and threatening other users. I encouraged the one reaching out to me to report and block and made a note on my page explaining that (Guest) comments are not from me in case anyone else had that experience.
I still love AO3 for the ability to write and share and connect over our stories and fandoms, but this is really discouraging and scary, in addition to the almost daily art bot scams I get on AO3 too.
And my heart breaks for the user who thought even for a moment that a complete stranger would say such awful things to them using my name, and to think that bot is spreading so much hate to other users, too.
As a kid who grew up watching Terminator - I'm not sure I envisioned the robot wars looking quite like this!!
Here's the form to report abuse if you have a comment from a bot: https://archiveofourown.org/abuse_reports/new
Here's a link with additional information on the different types of bots on AO3: AO3 Comment Bots - Fanlore https://share.google/m9IhE4NEGMNgHjtWq
Here's a way to fight the bots by leaving positive comments, join the AO3 comment fest bingo: https://ao3org-tumblr-com.cdn.ampproject.org/v/s/ao3org.tumblr.com/post/808198255312781312/welcome-to-feedback-fest-2026/
And anyone who sees my name or any of my pseuds with (Guest) please know it didn't come from me, and don't let a random hate bot discourage you from continuing to write!
sound on
Hercule Poirot and Inspector Japp discuss the details of another case.
It’s been the kind of day that culminated in my telling someone moments ago that the date was the fifth of Wednesday.
I hope you all have a really good fifth of Wednesday.
message to all bitches
please survive
this shit is the only remaining good part of twitter
you ever get tired of living but in a non-suicidal way
like everything is bad everywhere and no one has money and im tired of this cycle
i tried to explain how i was feeling like this to my drug counselor and she was like "yeah that still sounds kinda suicidal" and i could not figure out how to explain that i don't wanna die, i just like. am so so so tired of the way life is for me and all my friends and family. i'm tired of living like this but i'm gonna keep doing it bc i guess there's no other choice
I don't wanna die, I wanna go lay on a warm field under the sun and watch the clouds go by. How is this hard to understand?
I just want to spend a few days in the dim twilight between sleep and waking, but specifically the dim twilight of a Saturday morning in April.
Burnout. The word is burnout, but not because of an unusual state of overwork or an overly demanding position, but because the bare minimum being demanded is beyond capacity.
How is it that Tumblr consistently puts the posts that talk about what I am feeling at the top of my feed every. single. time?
oh, tumblr, we're really in it now
#I don't want to die I want to be alive #life is full of joys and I want to experience all of them #but everything is always getting in my fucking way!!!! I don't want to die I want that to change #I don't know how thats so hard for some people to understand
@approximately20eggs hope it's ok to post these tags because yeah. yes. yeah.
I forgot it’s February. February is the most terrible month. That is why I have this image.
That said, at this point, I should probably just post a SURVIVE [MONTH] every month.
It’s time again
SURVIVE FEBRUARY
January was so brutal I forgot……FEBRUARY FOLLOWS
does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver
the reblog map is all of us holding hands btw
We are each other's night sky. No one is alone here.
night sky continues to get brighter. theres always people here for you
i hope every single one of you outlives these hateful fucks on the news right now. i hope each and every one of you is able to find joy and support throughout these tumultuous times and i hope you get to live so fiercely as yourself. i hope you wake up one day to news that you’ve outlived those pieces of absolute shit and whether that brings you joy or relief or hope or what have you, i hope you live to see that day
happy Barely Keeping It Together Wednesday to all who celebrate
been a while. put prev somewhere
bucket of worms
united states congressional floor
chicago rat hole
cup ramen
bowling alley strike animation
washer/dryer combo
whale carcass
90s collectible lunchbox
tasteful wall decor
dashcon ball pit
ant farm
lava lamp
Would you rather...
Learn to hunt/kill domestic animals, and let someone else disembowel and butcher
Let someone else do the kill, and learn to butcher an animal and chop it to meat
Never eat meat again
for the sake of clarity: The first option means hunting for wild game, and/or killing farm animals that have been raised for their meat. Not hunting sheep like they're game.
If those are the choices, I'd do the hunting and let someone else do the dressing, butchering, et al. I don't have a problem taking responsibility for killing what I eat (and only what I'll eat); I'm a life-long fisher. I'd rather ensure a quick, clean end to the animal than have it killed by someone sloppy or careless, and with bigger prey animals, someone with more upper body strength and mobility would do a better job at butchering, dressing and otherwise processing critters.
Jacob Cress, Oops!, cut and hand-carved mahogany, 2002. Smithsonian American Art Museum
Nudge that a little closer with your foot to help it out
Why does it have googly eyes?
Because it's contemplating its orb.
one profession that does need better gatekeeping is people who write or translate subtitles. brother that is not what was said.
un proffesiwn sydd wir angen ei ddidoli'n well yw pobl sy'n ysgrifennu neu'n cyfieithu isdeitlau. fy mrawd nid dyna'r hyn a ddywedwyd.
this post is now available in: english, welsh
Hi! Seeing this going across my dash again, and I just want to tell you all: Subtitlers are not an extinct breed! We still exist!
It's just that no one is willing to pay us a living wage. Or any type of anything, if you're wondering. AI took our jobs, and the market has just accepted the product.
The only type of "subtitling work" available now is called "subtitle proofreading", wherein you get paid a few cents per word (subject to the weighed word count, of course, not the full word count!) to try to figure out what the fuck is going on with 1) the auto-generated caption, 2) the AI translation thereof, and 3) how those two interact in terms of actual subtitling specifications.
So yeah. You get what you pay for.
It's come to my attention that a good portion of the younger generation has not been made aware of one of the greatest and most hated PILLARS of millennial society.
So I apologize, but I must take on this task. A new hand must touch the beacon. The knowledge must be passed on. The chain can not be broken.
So.
The Game.
The following are the rules of The Game:
there is no winning The Game
once you know of The Game, you are always playing the game
the point of The Game is to not think about The Game
if you think about The Game, you have lost The Game, and must announce this to those around you - causing them to also lose The Game
A "reset period" of roughly an hour or two before loss announcements is common in colloquial rules to allow yourself and those around you to properly temporarily "forget" about The Game, however that is not an official rule.
Go forth, you next generation, and I am sorry.
What have you done
once in high school someone managed to seize control of the intercom and announced, "Attention, all students, this is an announcement: you have just lost the Game," and i got to find out what it sounds like when an entire school shrieks in rage all at once.
Our friend group got so into the game back in 2005-2008 that all anyone had to do was groan or quietly curse to themselves in the wrong way and we'd ALL yell we'd lost the game.
Fuck you