some dog thing

[evergreene-images]

Churches on every corner in the Midwest

[bruzum]

[misscromwellsmonocle]

The New American Gothic (2017) by Criselda Vasquez

[gracklesong]

From Criselda Vasquez's Instagram (3 April 2026):

Donate to Help Bring My Father Home from ICE Detention, organized by Jorge V

Hi everyone, Thank you for taking the time to read this. On Tuesday, March 31,… Jorge V needs your support for Help Bring My Father Home

[latenightgasstationwalk]

Of course it goes without saying that I am hopelessly dependent on the ingot

[howl224tgeundying]

[ask-pacman]

My ford got a hydrolic module with a jumping bean in it

[mushroommargo]

bro are drivers insane? That's like the second car-related post on Tumblr with the amount of hatred literally not seen under any other type of post ever

[ask-pacman]

Yeah the jumping bean makes the car jump over/across

[weshallbekind]

Road rage is so bad because it's the same rage anyone would feel at a computer working wrong, (slow internet, program not doing what you want, whatever), but it raises the stakes to "possibly literally life or death".

[ask-pacman]

Basically it works by containing the power of the mexigan jumping bean to fire the cylanders inside of the wheel hydraulics and create a massive jumping force

[flipchild]

Often saying this

[chronophobica]

what they DONT tell you about clarinets is that you have to fucking build the damn thing every single time. "what instrument do you play" fucking legos man idk

[alphabetizing-posts]

about build clarinets damn do DONT every fucking fucking have idk instrument is legos man play" single tell that the they thing time. to what "what you you you

[howverychaotic]

I really need to start reading the blog name because I thought I was having some sort of moment right there.

[sesh]

[drtanner]

This is genuinely one of my favourite videos on the fucking planet.

[sandsvendor100]

This blog is straight up weird lol

LOL Im Im Kinda Weird But Im Kindy Nasty Though Im Kinda Cute Though Too

[oilpalette]

Stare 2, 2026 by Emmanuel Daniel (Nigerian, b. 1999); Acrylic and oil on canvas, 14x12 in.

[factss]

This is a fucking PAINTING my god

[smsomah]

there is something that makes my heart ache (in the best way) about noticing the same pattern show up oceans apart.

like seeing heavy silver jewelry layered at the throat in one region and realizing another culture thousands of miles away honors the same. the braids, the beads, the way fabric wraps and drapes and declares: this is who we are.

when protective symbols stitched into clothing in one place resemble charms worn somewhere else. when hairstyles carry both beauty and history across continents.

it feels like finding proof that humans everywhere have always been talking to each other. maybe not in words, but in thread, in metal, in the way we part our hair. in the instinct to adorn, to protect, to belong.

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day 1 at the communal puzzle club: i see a puzzle with a sign next to it that says "please help with our communal puzzle" and i say to myself "don't mind if I do" and did the whole thing

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day 2 at the communal puzzle club: i get gently reprimanded for not sharing the puzzle experience with the others. in my defense I thought they needed all the help they could get

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day 3 at the communal puzzle club: we start a new puzzle and i put one of the pieces in my pocket and save it for later so i can be the one who puts in the last piece

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day 4 at the communal puzzle club: the puzzle is almost complete so i reach into my pocket and realize i left the last piece in my other pants which are currently in the washing machine. i feign ignorance

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day 5 at the communal puzzle club: the others are suspicious but they have no proof. they check my pockets before i leave but little do they know that this time i ate the pieces

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day 6 at the communal puzzle club: i put an entire bottle of miralax in my coffee to get the pieces out of my digestive system but they are too far dissolved to be usable. my stomach is in so much pain and i can't stop shitting but i rinse off what's left of the pieces and make it to puzzle club anyway, only to find out they don't meet on mondays. i am inconsolable.

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day 7 at the communal puzzle club: i realized those pieces are incriminating evidence so i slipped them in someone else's pocket. i should be good as long as they don't find residual traces of my dna

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day 8 at the communal puzzle club: there is an odd feeling in my gut. i feel as if something has been awoken in me

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day 9 at the communal puzzle club: i am in such deep focus that the others are starting to fear me. either that or they are cowering away from the communal puzzle out of sheer respect for my skills

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day 10 at the communal puzzle club: i'm getting better and better, i can now do several puzzles in one day. the others are discussing what to do about me in hushed tones. little do they know my laser focus allows me to hear everything they say. they aren't a threat.

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day 11 at the communal puzzle club: the club manager unlocked the door but already i am inside. ive been here all night doing puzzles in the dark. they threaten to ban me from the club so in response i pick a 500 piece puzzle at random and complete it in under 45 minutes, just to show them who the real authority is

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day 12 at the communal puzzle club: i have been officially banned from the communal puzzle club. in a fit of rage i grab as many pieces as i can and eat them, making sure to thoroughly chew and swallow every single one. if i can't do them, no one can.

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day 13 at the communal puzzle club: it's monday again. the club doesn't meet today. it's the perfect opportunity to break in and do as many puzzles as my heart desires, without any of the club's petty drama to distract me

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day 14 at the communal puzzle club: i am in jail because the club manager snitched to the cops like the pathetic weakling they are. this is the worst night of my entire life there aren't any puzzles here

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day 15 at the communal puzzle club: the judge let me off with a restraining order since I didn't actually steal anything. i show back up to communal puzzle club just to make a show of ripping the order to shreds. no piece of paper will dictate my life, only jigsaw-cut cardboard has that power. nothing else.

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day 16 at the communal puzzle club: everyone is so quiet today when I walk in. I eat some pieces in a show of force, just to remind everyone who's in charge. I comment that they taste somewhat like strychnine, they say it's just because Ravensburger has a new method of chemically processing their pieces. sounds plausible. 30 minutes later i am convulsing violently but i beg them not to call an ambulance until i finish the puzzle i was working on. but the bastards don't listen and I'm shipped off to the hospital kicking and screaming.

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day 17 at the communal puzzle club: i spent the night in the hospital. a detective comes in and says they're investigating the manager of the communal puzzle club for attempted murder and asks what i know. i tell him honestly that i ain't no snitch and spit in his face. he says they have more than enough evidence to prosecute regardless.

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day 18 at the communal puzzle club: the club manager is on trial for attempted murder and i am called as a witness. i tell the judge that i ain't no snitch and spit in his face. i am held in contempt of the court

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day 19 at the communal puzzle club: the defense makes a plea of justifiable self defense, citing the restraining order that isn't even 1 week old. somehow the judge buys that flimsy defense. i mean, this is the same judge who didn't even recognize me from that same case despite being the same judge. i think the poor old man has dementia so i make a motion for a mistrial. it gets shot down because the system is corrupt.

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day 20 at the communal puzzle club: the judge says i should get jail time but he decided i should be in a mental facility instead. i don't know why he would think that, i have been nothing but sane my entire life. god forbid a woman have hobbies

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day 1 in the psych ward: they have puzzles in here this is amazing

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day 2 in the psych ward: all the puzzles are missing a few pieces. this is unacceptable. im going to go insane

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day 3 in the psych ward: i have been informed that they do not use the word "insane" in here so i take back my previous statement.

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day 4 in the psych ward: i need to find those missing pieces i need to find them i need to find them i have been questioning everybody all the nurses all the doctors all the patients all the miscellaneous hospital staff but nobody knows anything. this is hopeless. i will never be able to overcome this trauma. my life is over

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day 5 in the psych ward: it's so boring in here. without complete puzzles there's nothing to do except watch tv but the only channel they get is the local news. i begrudgingly watch out of nothing but all-encompassing ennui. but one of the stories is about the communal puzzle club and suddenly i am overcome with nostalgia. turns out there was a series of alleged poisonings attributed to that location. strychnine was found in three people so far, one of whom was myself. but the others didn't survive. this confirms my suspicion that i am in fact the chosen one

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day 6 in the psych ward: with a renewed sense of purpose i will attempt to convince the doctors of my "sanity," but i also came to the realization that they don't care about sanity, they only care about sedation. they want to supress my passion, eradicate my truth, condition me to fall in line with the rest of the "sane" people. with that knowledge, i was able to tell them everything they wanted to hear. i acted polite, pretended i was cured, i even feigned complete disinterest in puzzles! it made my stomach boil but i did it, i convinced them, and just like that, i was free.

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day 28 at the communal puzzle club: i don't know why everyone was so surprised to see me again, it's only natural that i'd come to finish what i started

(i know this is supposed to be day 27 at the communal puzzle club but day 27 was a monday so nothing happened) like what am i gonna say, "day 27 i sat alone in my studio apartment eating cereal and biding my time"

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day 29 at the communal puzzle club: the communal puzzle club has been disbanded, the club manager has been arrested, and the whole place is swarming with cops. i watched as they hauled off a bunch of expensive looking printers and like a billion reams of paper and loaded them onto a big police truck.

apparently, the communal puzzle club was just a front for document forgery and counterfeit cash, and i had been inadvertently sabotaging them this entire time. which is sad because i support both of those things. but it also explains why they met 12 hours a day, 6 days a week and why they had their own building despite having no profit model and also why i was the only one who seemed to actually care about the puzzles. everyone else was too busy making fake passports to care.

in hindsight, i always knew they were all a bunch of casuals. but i didn't mind because they had so many excellent puzzles. I asked one of the officers if i could at least have the puzzles but he said they were already taken and locked away in the evidence room. the thought sickens me- all those puzzles, gathering dust, never to be assembled again. or maybe the pigs just took them for themselves! so they could have all the puzzles they want while the rest of us ordinary, law-abiding citizens have nothing to do except die of boredom!

the moral of the story is that we can never have nice things because of the fucking pigs. fuck the police.

[dat-physics-gal]

the fuck did i just read?

[yuribomber-deactivated20251222]

my local library was having a puzzle swap and there was a puzzle with a sign next to it that said "please help with our communal puzzle" and i thought "wouldn't it be funny if i did the entire thing by myself" and then i did the entire thing by myself while rolling that thought around in my brain and as it rolled it started picking up all the various mold spores and fungus i keep up there. like a katamari

[mafuyuh]

little guys in ghibli movies

[one-time-i-dreamt]

girlhood/women supporting each other (not a dream)

to brighten up this gloomy day, what are some of your real life examples of girlhood and women supporting women that happened in your life?

I'll start

when I was in uni, I was going through a really tough time and was barely hanging on by a thread

my nose started bleeding mid class and it would not stop so I went to the bathroom and my other nostril started bleeding too

I was so overwhelmed and my glass finally overfilled and I started ugly crying in the university bathroom

a girl came in, saw me, went to pee, washed her hands, silently came next to me and put some wet towels on my neck, tipped my head and started patting me on the back until I calmed down

when I finally stopped crying, my nose stopped bleeding and she asked me if I was feeling better, and I realized that I was

I said yes, thanked her, she smiled, and she left

I never saw her again but 12 years later I still remember the gesture

thank you bathroom girl for reminding me kindness exists

[fenrir-kin]

I have 2 that are kind of connected

When I was in Uni I was dating someone who was... well. 'Thoughtless' is about the kindest way I could put it. Nights out were a 50/50 chance of having a good time, or of him saying something utterly thoughtless and crushing me.

This night was one of the latter, and for a change, I'd opted to leave instead of trying to pretend it didn't hurt. When I was far enough away, I sat on a low wall, and tried to breathe. A girl I'd never seen before and have never seen again came over and asked if I was ok.

I opened my mouth to say something dry and witty or just go 'boy trouble,' and surprised us both by bursting into tears instead.

(I think she was expecting someone too drunk to walk but I was painfully sober in that moment)

She held me, stroked my hair, and asked if I wanted to come back to her flat for a cup of tea.

I declined--thoughtless as he was, the boy in question would probably still worry if he got home and I wasn't there after walking back on my own in the dark--but just the offer was enough to dry my eyes.

I kind of wish I hadn't declined. Did I miss out on a friendship there? Maybe.

Related: a few months later at Uni I did a performing arts piece (my degree was Theatre) that I decided to base around the concept of the kindness of strangers, inspired by that girl.

For 4 hours, I stood in the foyer of my uni's performing arts building in just my underwear, covered in stickers with some really painful secrets on them. On a nearby table was a massive pad of blank stickers, pens, and a sign inviting passers-by to leave their pain with me; I'd carry it for them.

A lot more people engaged with it than I thought would, and the really touching thing?

Every. Single. Person. Took a secret away from me. Gave me something to carry for them, and then took something to carry for me.

The people who interacted skewed female, and they got very fiercely protective over some of the things they took from me. One girl took the worst one, and she was so careful and gentle peeling it off my skin as she said "someone like you shouldn't have to carry something like this." and then she sprinted away, laughing, because she hadn't left one of her own which meant I was lighter whether I liked it or not.

But by the end of the performance, not a single sticker on me was one of my original ones.

I performed it twice. Both times afterwards I needed to go and have a cry about how actually, people are good. They're good.

[rainbow-taishi]

Filipino Isekai

[miyoriia]

play toys ?

[miyoriia]

come play toys

[miyoriia]

the prince of darkness commands you

[soundlessdragon]

My kids are still quite young (under school age), and I've been careful to try to make sure they only have kind role models. This has resulted in typical mean language being absent from their vocabulary, such as "you're stupid/ugly/I hate you", but they've started inventing their own ways to be mean lol, such as "you're not my brother anymore, you're a stranger to me now", and hearing that out of a toddler's mouth is so cutting lol