Anybody else remember this commercial? It used to always be on Cartoon Network at night.
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Anybody else remember this commercial? It used to always be on Cartoon Network at night.
this is the content that i signed up for tumblr for
The Power of Love goes AWF
everytime we touch
did u think about Kiss You or Better Than Words
can we all just be honest and admit it was neither we all thought of cascada im just being real
Harry is currently googling “what’s considered tasteful courtroom cleavage”
me on my deathbed: what happened between zayn harry and louis what went down that made them all so mad at each other the zouis fall out seems understandable but why were louis and zayn so close up until the moment zayn left and why were harry and zayn so distant even though they were all over each other in 2013 during tmh tour why did that stop seemingly so suddenly during wwa whilst zayn and louis became closer and harry and louis seemingly became distant and seperate only to rekindle publicly during mitam promo season where they could both share their very apparent dislike towards zayn, also was this awkward for liam who appeared to still be close to zayn whilst harbouring a friendship with louis and an obvious closeness toward harry. was niall okay
There’s nothing more pure than Jason Momoa fangirling over his TV wife.
“MY BABY HOLDING IT DOWN” LMFAOOO
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1D as things my 5-year-old brother has said
Harry: "Don't call me handsome. I wanna be pretty!"
Niall: "You can't go out to dinner without your fancy socks.
Liam: "Should I get married or should I have 6 dogs and one fish named George?"
Louis: "I might be small, but my heart is very big. At least, that's what mom said."
harry potter was such a pure child like he went to a ghosts death day party, he talked to myrtle bc she was lonely, he set a snake free bc it was unhappy, he genuinely was friends with luna even thought people thought she was weird, he attended aragog’s funeral, he met some lanky kid on the train and his immediate reaction was to buy the whole fucking trolly to share with him, and then when they got to hogwarts and malfoy was talkin shit about this kid he met a few hours ago he just went oh no u didnt ima protect this one
hes just so pure feel free to add to this
What if we are the first species in the Universe and will eventually become the invasive “Bad Alien Race” we furiously portray in the movies?
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Speaking of linguistics, there’s one particular linguistic tick that I think clearly separates Baby Boomers from Millennials: how we reply when someone says “thank you.”
You almost never hear a Millennial say “you’re welcome.” At least not when someone thanks them. It just isn’t done. Not because Millenials are ingrates lacking all manners, but because the polite response is “No problem.” Millennials only use “you’re welcome” sarcastically when they haven’t been thanked or when something has been taken from/done to them without their consent. It’s a phrase that’s used to point out someone else’s rudeness. A Millenial would typically be fairly uncomfortable saying “you’re welcome” as an acknowledgement of genuine thanks because the phrase is only ever used disengenuously.
Baby Boomers, however, get really miffed if someone says “no problem” in response to being thanked. From their perspective, saying “no problem” means that whatever they’re thanking someone for was in fact a problem, but the other person did it anyway as a personal favor. To them “You’re welcome” is the standard polite response.
“You’re welcome” means to Millennials what “no problem” means to Baby Boomers, and vice versa.The two phrases have converse meanings to the different age sets. I’m not sure exactly where this line gets drawn, but it’s somewhere in the middle of Gen X. This is a real pain in the ass if you work in customer service because everyone thinks that everyone else is being rude when they’re really being polite in their own language.
Something interesting to note is also the more literal meaning behind these two phrases and how they themselves differ and oppose each other
‘No problem’, coming from a millenials mouth, within the context of helping someone – whether it be holding a door open/picking up something someone may have dropped/ect. – and, naturally, being thanked for it, implies that the kind gesture was indeed, not a problem, that it was just the thing to do, that they were happy to help and that no thanks was really necessary.
While a Baby Boomer’s ‘You’re welcome’ in contrast, says something miles different, it actually highlights the fact that the person went out of their way to help someone; almost brings attention to it in a way, saying ‘Yeah, I helped you, I did you this favor I accept your thanks.’ which, malicious intent or not, is strikingly different than the millennial downplay of their act of kindness for the sake of helping someone.
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When I was ten years old, a dog bit the back of my head. The doctor said, within earshot but out of sight – he didn’t think I could hear him – that had the dog’s teeth been a little longer, they could have gone in under my skull. Hit my brain stem. Killed me, crippled me.
I don’t know whether or not he was right. All I know is that for a decade and a half after that, I harbored a complete and unreasoning terror of dogs. It didn’t matter how big they were, or how tame, or how kind. Someone else could assure me that they were the best dog in the world, that they knew the dog, that he would never hurt anyone, and it didn’t matter, because I was convinced that any dog could suddenly turn on me, bite me hard enough to kill me.
There were two dogs I slowly learned to trust during that time period. And, eventually, I learned to understand dogs again, to understand their body language, to like them again, because my husband convinced me to get a puppy, to raise a dog from when it was small, that this would help me get over my fear.
No one ever told me I was crazy or irrational for not wanting to be around dogs after I’d been attacked and nearly killed by one. No one. For fifteen years, it was understandable that I would be afraid – terribly, unreasoningly afraid – of dogs. A dog attacked me. I bore the traumatic scars. I found dogs terrifying, unpredictable. I could not trust any of them – no matter how kind they’d been to my friends, no matter how well-recommended they came or how well they’d been raised – not to turn on me and injure me.
When I was fifteen, I was raped.
Do I even need to finish this?
THIS IS WHAT I SAY ALL THE FUCKING TIME AND NO ONE UNDEFSTANDS.