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in the words of the great Elizabethan wordsmith William Shakespeare, in Hamlet Act IV Scene V, “When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.” or, in the words of the great Twitter wordsmith @Horse_ebooks,

ritavonbees

this is 1947 Cincinnati Enquirer erasure

marisatomay

please do not forget your smash mouth

#quote

highlandvalley

どいてくれないネコ https://twitter.com/kyuryuZ/status/1273812918467887104

hedgehog-moss

I often wonder what my pets have named me. Humans are a visual species and like to name our pets based on their aspect or colour, so I think my dog with his smell-based worldview would come up with a smell name. I imagine something cute and cheerful and a little over the top in a dog way, like Applefriend Cake, because my laundry product gives my clothes a sweet, slightly apple-y smell which might remind Pandolf of happy memories of tasting cake crumbs. Unless he was feeling serious the day he named me, and basing himself on the fact that I read a lot and my hands often smell like book pages when I pet him, and went with something more decorous that translates to Paperdust Pal. Cat naming conventions are more enigmatic since they are less preoccupied with human affairs. My catgiven name was probably the result of a secret ballot vote among my cats, who decided upon something that resonates with cat history and heritage—a dated, unfashionable name if they felt a duty to honour one of their ancestors or if I’m lucky, a mythological figure from cat lore.

vyrenrolar

this is such a good post now i want to know what the cat i live with calls me

snowflakeeel

I’m reading the first chapter of my Ichthyology book for homework and so far my favorite quote is:

“Humans are not the pinnacle of evolutionary progress but only an aberrant side branch of fish evolution.”

lumsel

women want me, but fish? fish pity me

theproblematicblogger

thecryptkeeper

academia? like the nut?

thoodleoo

noooo dont turn me to stone haha your so sexy

#memes of the times

otterplusharchive

this post is grooming. this is aimed at young people and trying to tell them that gross predatory behavior by adults is okay. this is grooming its gross and unnaceptable

i could write a book long essay about the problems with this post but please block this person and anyone you see unironically spreading this post especially if youre a minor.

for one an adult should not be telling children to “enjoy something sexually” i shouldnt have to explain to you why thats extremely creepy. an adult shouldnt be fucking talking to kids about kinks in the first place also. fiction always has and always will effect reality and even if a story goes into darker themes that still doesnt give you an excuse to be supporting and consuming gross shit that actively harms people.

tldr if an adult online or in real life tries to tell you things like this they are absolutely dangerous to be around. please please stay safe and know that your safety and health and comfort is so important

henryhiemis

first time back on tumblr in 485035 years, and lovely to see there are still people thinking they’re saving the world by being astoundingly stupid,,,,, of course the original post isn’t grooming, or telling children to enjoy themselves sexually. It’s telling everyone that exploring their sexuality isn’t the dirty/shameful/wrong thing that it still often feels like - and yes, ‘everyone’ includes children, because that’s how we hopefully raise a generation that isn't unhealthily self-loathing. I have no idea how people can misunderstand things so severely that they go ‘PAEDOPHILIA!!!!’, or non-ironically appeal to The Children to ostracise people on the basis of their being very bad at reading.

the only way fiction negatively affects reality in any truly significant way is when the effect is morally dubious things being endorsed, overtly or implicitly, in such a way that its message is absorbed into the common consciousness - I’m thinking of political things like state propaganda, and how repressive attitudes to gender, sexuality, etc. have traditionally been shaped/maintained by fiction. (Just as there has also always been vitriolic resistance to any form of cultural change from the socially conservative, people and politicians alike screeching about moral and social degeneration and how we must Protect The Children from deviant writers and their books....). Can fiction harm on an individual level by making them feel uncomfortable, or reminding them of horrible life experiences? Yes, as much as anything in the world. Is the solution to this censorship, cultures of shame, outright denial of anything mildly discomfiting to Someone? Mm, that’s worked so well historically.

I mean, yes sure you could write a book and a long essay, but being passionate doesn’t mean you’re anywhere near right. I could write a book on all the ways you’re terribly mistaken. It would also be far more productive to redirect that passion to combat paedophilia in forms that actually exist. Put those nasty bullying tendencies to good use.

I do tend to defend tumblr in the real world out of nostalgia, and because my main takeaway, after having grown up with it, was that the users here generally try to be better, less narrow-minded, think before they judge. But this, people who incredibly think they’re right because they’ve worked themselves up into a spluttering moral outrage over something they refuse to confront fully, and a way to tack moral buzzwords onto sentences......what a throwback to my teenage years

#good grief #tw: csa

terpsikeraunos

ancient greek word of the day: δρυμόνιος , -α, -ον, (drumonios, -a, -on) haunting the woods, epith. of Artemis

#ag

milkywhoreos

Can someone please tell me what it means when an owl LITERALLY fucking swims towards you and then stares you down??

Like look at it?? Literally flew past me and my my friend, it was so close that the wings touched our faces.

shiraglassman

It’s reminding you to do your Duolingo practice

#birds

charlesoberonn

The “Behold! Plato’s man!” moment is that much funnier when you remember Diogenes was a malnourished bum and Plato was an Olympian wrestling champion (that’s how he got his name, his wrestling coach named him Platon, meaning broad)

Imagine a dirty skeleton of a man burst into the lecture of the buffest philosopher in town to throw a plucked chicken on the floor.