fuck you i'm from oakland

23. Not actually from Oakland. Jacob Benjamin Gyllenhaal is the love of my life.

[phoebedynevors]

#the cutest little bean (✿◠‿◠)

[wadey-wilson]

no gif will do this justice

[wadey-wilson]

this is officially the best response to this video ive gotten

[mm-mina]

Idk I really wanted to draw oranges 🍊✨

[selena-soto]

[hungwy]

Not a lot of weather goin on I guess

[talkingcarcass8]

you fool Pig Nose has been controlling the weather for centuries

[ruinedchildhood]

[jakeledgers]

Heath Ledger as Ennis Del Mar in Brokeback Mountain (2005) dir. Ang Lee

[theweirdwideweb]

[spams-from-k-deactivated2022030]

[dingdongyouarewrong]

remember the wayside school books those were fucked up

[dingdongyouarewrong]

remember that one chapter where a new student came to the class and was wearing like 10 different raincoats and the teacher kept making him take off the raincoats one by one until they got down to the final layer and it was just a dead rat

[shiftingpath]

some other truly exceptional Wayside moments:

-Paul keeps pulling Leslie’s pigtails so he gets sent to the counsellor’s office. The counsellor is a hypnotist named Doctor Pickell, and he hypnotizes Paul into thinking Leslie’s pigtails are snakes. Because he’s a troll, he also hypnotizes Paul into believing Leslie’s ears are delicious candy whenever Leslie says the word “pencil”.

-The class is taken over by the son of hated ex-teacher Mrs. Gorf. Because they killed his mom he uses his superpower of stealing people’s voices to steal their voices and call their parents to say how much each individual student hates their family. The students are forced to listen in silence, crying. (They are saved by the cafeteria lady.)

-Benjamin is too nervous and awkward to correct Mrs Jewls when she gets his name wrong, so he goes by “Mark Miller” for months. He finally says his real name to a substitute teacher. Everyone thinks it’s a great prank and also go by Benjamin for the whole day, including the teacher.

-Louis the yard teacher falls in love with substitute teacher Miss Nogard. She has a third ear on top of her head that allows her to listen to people’s thoughts.

-Joe is the only student to order the potato salad one day. The face he draws in it looks like Mrs. Gorf and she nearly turns Joe into an apple.

-Because Wayside School is 30 stories high, they installed elevators. One only went up and the other only went down, so they got used once and never again.

-Allison gets stuck on the 19th story, which doesn’t exist. Nobody else can see, hear, or remember her. The 19th chapter is three chapters long.

[morbidmanatee]

My favorite genre of children’s story is “This would be horror if the characters were adults”

[brodnork]

why am i being threatened

[4thdslip-deactivated20181206]

Tumblr is amazing. I’ve never seen another website whose advertisers fail this miserably to actually advertise anything, and yet, they still inadvertently manage to produce good content through the medium.

[doomy]

i want everyone to know that the minimum budget for advertising on tumblr is $25,000

[qveenofthorns]

Brooklyn Nine-Nine + Game of Thrones

Bonus:

[paulwelsey]

[final-girls]

[ripe]

bluecloverrabbitry on ig

[erincorvus]

@bunnybosss

[dearbisexual]

if i ever met pikachu, i would shake his little paw and be like “im a big fan of your work”

[dearbisexual]

and he’d b like “pika!” and make the :3c face and i would b like “exactly”

[mcu]

How long have you been standing there? An hour. An hour? Are you serious? I was mastering the ability of standing so incredibly still… that I’d become invisible to the eye. Watch.

[adaswordlace]

Saw an op-ed that was on the surface a complaint about kids not wanting to take on family heirlooms but read like an elegy to dying traditions. The hardest part was the anxiety without recognizing that they didn’t pave the way for the decisions they assumed their kids would make.

(This is written entirely within the dominant white/western culture - about traditions that have neglectful stewardship rather than those actively suppressed)

The anxiety makes sense. You’re seeing, too late to do anything about it, that there’s no foundation - no space - for the traditions you expected to pass on. Your kids _can’t_ take your mom’s fine china. So now instead of enjoying what you have you worry about its future.

I see a pattern in these op-eds though - a pattern in what’s left unsaid. There were responsibilities tied to these traditions. You collectively assumed they _would_ be passed along. So collectively, what did you do to ensure those traditions _could_ be passed along?

Op-eds never speak for everyone, but it’s worth acknowledging the pattern in what speech is deemed worth sharing widely.  And in this particular pattern, there’s an answer: that answer looks like “nothing.”

You want the china passed down but your kids have no room in their rentals. You want grandkids but your kids don’t have the financial stability. You want that cross-country RV neverending road trip but you’ve had decades of wanting lower taxes more than you wanted infrastructure.

The bleak outlook for traditions is a direct result of the unmaintained foundations for them. The second best time is always now - if it’s important enough to op-ed about, what are you willing to change to get it back? What will you give up or re-prioritize?

I kinda think that world-defining assumptions are always gonna break without maintenance. So rather than getting mad at whoever’s next for not carrying on the norms we didn’t do upkeep on, when it’s my turn, I hope I’m introspective enough to help instead of externalize & blame.

[greyhairedgeekgirl]

This.

The bleak outlook for traditions is a direct result of the unmaintained foundations for them. The second best time is always now - if it’s important enough to op-ed about, what are you willing to change to get it back? What will you give up or re-prioritize?

I follow a Facebook group of “Memories of …” for my hometown - a rustbelt community that has gone from a thriving hub of industry to a much-less-thriving place.

The group is a collective lament.   Decades-old pictures of well-kept churches.  Aerial shots of the main intersection downtown, lined with big cars.    Scanned advertisemetns from local stores featuring pictures of their interiors.   These alternate with the drumbeat of news:  the Catholic diocese is closing churches.  Selling them.   Tearing them down.   STores downtown are closing.   The traffic light has been replaced with a four-way-stop.

“That’s the church my parents were married in!” “How could they tear down that beautiful building.  Such memories!” “All the businesses are closing.  It must be the taxes.” ”They’ve sold the old lodge downtown.” “They’re not opening the skating rink this year.  We always used to go.”

And sometimes I chime in. 

“Do you attend that church?  Do you give? Or do you just want the building to look pretty for you? “ “Do you volunteer at that park?  Why not?” “Did you vote for that recreation bond issue?” “Are you a member of that Lodge? Why not?” “Do you shop downtown?   Or did you start shopping at Walmart and Amazon to save a few bucks?”

If you feel something is worth preserving, why do you not participate in its preservation?  

Community is not a spectator sport. 

[amarvelousplace-atempsideblog]

Community is not a spectator sport