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blake kathryn
Cosmic Funnies
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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@theartofmadeline
Not today Justin
Stranger Things
Today's Document
Xuebing Du
oozey mess
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Love Begins
KIROKAZE
dirt enthusiast
RMH
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Product Placement
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@green-socks
Artist: @cirriostratus Author: @green-socks Beta: @/dubbleosix (ao3) Title: Rencontre
Bradley and Jake are both Olympic fencers at a turning point in their careers, and both have something to prove in their own fields. Deep down, they're each other's biggest supporters, though showing that is sometimes harder.
see the full art and read the fic on ao3!
how does it feel to be the funniest person on earth
really fond of humans just from an appearance standpoint. the long legs. the manes of hair that can come in practically any colour and texture. those crazy high-contrast eyes with the white scleras and colourful irises. the fingers being so much longer than the toes. there's a lot to love. solid 10/10 animal species
BAFFLINGLY SPOT ON COMPARISON.
from the bottom of my fucking heart. how are we supposed to live under these conditions.
You come from a long line of people who have survived, in many cases survived real horrors, and found that survival worthwhile. Find something to be moved by. Find something or someone to move.
Debating silently showing this to one of the flight attendants while boarding
I SHOWED IT TO MY FLIGHT ATTENDANT WHEN HE GAVE ME MY COOKIES AND HE LAUGHED SO HARD HE TOOK MY PHONE TO SHOW IT TO THE OTHER FLIGHT ATTENDANT
I don’t know how you got a good grade in being a passenger on an airline but that’s a totally normal thing to achieve and I’m not seething with jealousy at all.
immortal words
Pride // Hangman
written for the @topgundrabble challenge prompt 'pride'
Community
Jake is watching the parade pass by, like he's done for the past two Junes. Doesn't feel ready to join them yet — unsure if he ever will — but he likes basking in the energy that the large crowd eminates all the way to the sidelines.
It's the same at church. He never joins in prayer or song, hasn't in ages. Just occasionally sneaks in to sit in the back during service and is out the door the second it's over. Witnesses the community nonetheless.
Doesn't quite feel at home in either space, but sometimes people acknowledge him even while leaving him be, and that feels better than Jake wants to admit.
It's such a disappointment that tearing someone's throat out with your teeth kills them. Sex would be so much more fun if we could maul each other and come back from it.
Tumblr Code.
If I ever see any of you in public, the code is “I like your shoelaces”
that way we know we’re from tumblr without revealing anything
I’m just going to say this to strangers until i find a tumblr person
must keep reblogering!! Im going to be so suspicious if any one tells me this now!
Remember the answer is: I stole them from the president.
always reblog tumblr identification
ilya + his very judgemental eyebrows
I’m a patron of the arts (I leave nice comments on aO3).
Once when I was in undergrad, someone described something as “problematic” in class and our professor was like, “That’s cool, but ‘problematic’ doesn’t really mean anything. It means that the thing you’re describing has a problem, and in and of itself that’s not bad. Art, especially, should always have problems, or else it’s not interesting and not art, either. It sounds like you’re trying to say that this is bad, but you don’t want to say ‘bad.’ Is that right?”
So from then on whenever one of us called something problematic, he would make us talk it out until we could name the “bad” thing we were hinting at. In this particular class, 7/10 it was some type of oppression, and the remainder was like, “I’m uncomfortable because this is very new/confusing/pushing boundaries that made me feel safe.”
Once we stopped calling things “problematic” and stopping at that, class got way more interesting and... we all had to say, like, “that’s racist” or “that’s misogynistic” or “ew capitalism gross” out loud, which a lot of us had never done in a classroom before. Or we had to be like, “Uhhh... I’m not sure what’s so bad?” and confront our own beliefs and that was maybe even more useful.
Anyway. Whenever I see the word problematic, I can’t help but think of this professor being like, “Good starting point, now let’s get specific.” I think when we have to commit to saying “that’s ___” it requires a lot more careful thought about the truth and impact and complexities of whatever we’re claiming. Sometimes there really is some bullshit afoot, and also sometimes it’s art, and it should be full of problems, because that’s what art is.
it's so wild to me that you absolutely cannot force a hyperfixation to happen. like you'll watch the most perfectly tailor-made-for-you content that everyone says you'll love and feel absolutely nothing, and then the thing you watch on a whim to fill time will reach through the screen and put its damn fingers in your brain and start rearranging the neurons right in front of you and every single time you're like THIS??? THIS??????? and this happens like every 6-12 months forever
I do think it’s funny when headcanons are presented as objective character facts bc I get “He would not fucking say/do that” as much as the next guy but I must also humbly acknowledge its powerful cousin named “A skilled enough writer could make me believe he would”
Happy Pride ♡
Look at these guys, you'd think they were doing Nefarious Things beneath that table but no. Just in a blushy giggly state because they're holding hands (in public!!) ♡♡
