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(If it was easy, everyone would do it) Greetings, peoples. Welcome to the blog of all the fun things. Here be comics, Pratchett, vaguely-Middle-Ages-related things, Avengers, angry feminism, all the book-love and a chocolate biscuit. Now proud owner of a one starship fleet known as My Starship Now Enjoy.

[giannameola]

turquoise and neon red paper

get it here

[savedtiktoksofcats]

[lordchairesq]

[rhodeys]

#how is this the same mf 😭

[vaspider]

Okay I actually have a personal headcanon about this and it’s that Thor, being the God of Thunder (and also lightning), you know, that dude who routinely has lightning just casually run through his body, doesn’t have a computer because electronic mail is a thing which can literally just come to him, personally, via the electricity that passes through his body on the regular.

Which would make sending an email to Thor something like sending a letter to Santa as a kid, you just kind of fling the email out there to whatever address you think might get to Thor, and it will.

If you think this won’t work, I point you to the term God, and say, totally, it will. He’s not a dude loosely associated with this thing, he’s the God of it.

[skitter-skatter69]

So he can get on WiFi?

[vaspider]

Yes.

[embarrassinglyfondoffinland]

This does also imply that Thor by extension innately understands binary because it’s a dialect of positive and negative charge, which presumably then implies Thor’s the person who is best-placed to communicate with inorganic/artificial beings whose primary language is binary.

[vaspider]

[nudityandnerdery]

I never would have guessed that Thor and C-3P0 both would have spoken the binary language of load lifters, very similar to your vaporators in most respects!

[phluphfy]

HOW DARE YOU BURY THIS SENTIMENT IN THE TAGS

[vaspider]

Considering the origin of the name Bluetooth, I think it’s probably more correct to say that Bluetooth is Thor-enabled.

[gayclark]

Every normal person thinks he’s so smart upon meeting him because he can have interesting conversations about almost every field of study and but really he can just Google search in his head REALLY quickly

[worstloki]

sakaar had satellite connection but asgard did not

[vitariesocks]

just received the best text message I’ve ever had. from my mom

[vitariesocks]

2 pics. no caption

[theelectricdreamsofddx]

What a lovely little post you have here! *Drinks up its wordjuice to add it to my lexicon like some form of Vernacula*

[theelectricdreamsofddx]

*Sinks my teeth into your vocabillaries*

[sleepnoises]

"You Don't Bring Me Flowers Anymore," 54" by 54" quilt by Robyn Gragg of Lee's Summit, MO

The artist's description of the piece:

In the language of flowers, many species relate to grief, sorrow, and remembrance. My husband enjoyed surprising me with fresh flowers, but he has gone to Glory and I am lost in my grief.

Hand pieced, machine appliqued, longarm machine quilted, original design.

[knownqueerbaiter]

SEPARATE CHURCH (AO3) AND STATE (TRADPUB)

[daftpatience]

finally. my network effect log (and full reference for my idea of MB's body yayy)

[do-not-u-dare]

obsessed with whatever the fuck is wrong with book grace

[gilgameshhimself]

(Getting swindled by a genie) it’s like talking to a fucking tumblr user with you

[higglety]

the genie: how dare you say I'm fucking a tumblr user

[twelverriver]

[wordfather]

i am not immune to a well choreographed fight scene with a fun song in the background

[ryan-sometimes]

I feel like the Brazilian football league is a goldmine of untapped potential for silly tumblr posts. What if I just started posting random funny moments of Brazilian football

[ryan-sometimes]

I’m gonna tell you guys one of the greatest true stories of Brazilian football.

The year was 1994. Brazil hadn’t won the men’s World Cup in 24 years, which (until then 🥲) had been our longest dry spell since we won our first title in 1958.

And then, in 1994, we had finally assembled the super team. And this team’s main star was none other than Romário.

In May, disaster struck. Romário’s father was kidnapped in Rio by a group of criminals, who demanded a $7 million ransom.

Romário, who played in Barcelona at the time, flew back to Rio. But instead of negotiating with the criminals for his father’s ransom, or even pleading with the local police, Romário called the press.

He announced to the Brazilian public that if his father was not returned unharmed immediately, he would not travel to the World Cup, which was set to start in a few weeks.

You don’t get it. This was catastrophic news to the country. We couldn’t win this WC without Romário. It’s like Argentina winning the WC without Messi. Romário essentially told these criminals that if we lost the 1994 World Cup, it would be their fault.

This caused absolute chaos in the city of Rio de Janeiro. The local police turned the city upside down hunting these guys. All of the cartels issued bounties on them. It was open fucking season on these guys. Even normal ass people were on the streets of Rio looking for them.

You had cops, crime bosses, drug lords, regular people, fucking EVERYBODY in Rio was hunting down these kidnappers. It was insane.

The pressure was so great that within 4 days, Romário’s father was released, unharmed, without a cent of the ransom being paid.

And so, Romário traveled to the World Cup, and brought home our 4th trophy.

That’s him holding the cup. All because the city of Rio went on a 4 day rampage manhunt to rescue his father.

[wheeloffortune-design]

my publisher: Good morning! Huh did you advertise for the pre-sale yesterday? Because we launched twelve hours ago and we already made sales!

me: yeah, i posted on tumblr

publisher: .........tumblr?

me: that's where the gays are.

(link to Mrs. Victoria buys a brothel, a sapphic western)

[wheeloffortune-design]

update

publisher: And what is your marketing strategy on... tumblr?

me: idk, i shitpost at 2am?

publisher: .....and it works?

me: depends on what the gays find funny at that point in time.

publisher: Could I have a link to your tumblr?

me: .......absolutely not.

(link to Mrs. Victoria buys a brothel, a sapphic western where 50 year old women kiss and murder)

[wheeloffortune-design]

update!

publisher: I've been looking into tumblr, have you thought of using Blaze to promote your book?

me: NO

publisher: But it seems like an efficient way to get this in front of more eyes-

me: people on tumblr hate Blaze.

publisher: There is no algorithm and you can't pay to promote a post? I don't understand how anyone advertises anything on tumblr.

me: That's the best part. They don't. They can't.

(trying to make him understand that we do not control the attention. We just have to show something shiny and gay enough and if people are interested, they'll reblog.)

(Mrs. Victoria buys a brothel, a deconstruction of the colonialist cowboy mythos dressed up as a sapphic romance.)

[hangsawoman]

therapist: and what do we say when we feel like this?

me: no live organism can continue to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality

therapist: no

[maenadmars]

all this “bottom rights” and “top rights” discourse…. u fools….. where is my support for switches!

[tagfer]

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