Fuck it.
RED PANDA MONDAY.
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@hrafnsvaengr
Fuck it.
RED PANDA MONDAY.
gosh but like we spent hundreds of years looking up at the stars and wondering “is there anybody out there” and hoping and guessing and imagining
because we as a species were so lonely and we wanted friends so bad, we wanted to meet other species and we wanted to talk to them and we wanted to learn from them and to stop being the only people in the universe
and we started realizing that things were maybe not going so good for us– we got scared that we were going to blow each other up, we got scared that we were going to break our planet permanently, we got scared that in a hundred years we were all going to be dead and gone and even if there were other people out there, we’d never get to meet them
and then
we built robots?
and we gave them names and we gave them brains made out of silicon and we pretended they were people and we told them hey you wanna go exploring, and of course they did, because we had made them in our own image
and maybe in a hundred years we won’t be around any more, maybe yeah the planet will be a mess and we’ll all be dead, and if other people come from the stars we won’t be around to meet them and say hi! how are you! we’re people, too! you’re not alone any more!, maybe we’ll be gone
but we built robots, who have beat-up hulls and metal brains, and who have names; and if the other people come and say, who were these people? what were they like?
the robots can say, when they made us, they called us discovery; they called us curiosity; they called us explorer; they called us spirit. they must have thought that was important.
and they told us to tell you hello.
this is far and away the most popular post i ever made on tumblr. people have asked me if they could illustrate it, people have asked me if they could turn it into a novella, people just messaged me to say it made them cry. that means more to me than i can say.
you probably heard that the mars opportunity rover died today.
it was hard news to hear. i cried at my desk at work. it doesn’t make it easier that it was only supposed to run for 90 days at all; it doesn’t make it easier that it lived 14 years longer than it expected to. it lived a full life. it lived a very good life. it was the first set of eyes on miles and miles of mars. it was an explorer, it was tough, it was very, very brave. and none of that makes it easier, none of that makes it okay that it is not going to sing happy birthday to itself again.
about a year ago, my childhood cat died. i loved her more than anything. i don’t live near my family any more, and i wasn’t there for it, but my parents were, and they held her while her body gave out, and they say she knew she was with them, she knew she was loved.
i know opportunity was a computer inside a movable body, and not a person, or even an animal. still, i wish it had had people to hold it. i wish it had been with the people who cared for it. it seems very hard to me, to die so far from home.
but i think - to the extent to which we can say computers “know” things, which i think is a great deal; i think knowing is most of what computers do; i think if they have a consciousness, knowledge must be nearly all of it-
i think opportunity knew it was loved.
every couple of months i dream that i’ve gone home and my cat’s there. even now, even though my grieving is over and done with, i visit her in my dreams, and i hold her, and every time, she purrs. she missed me. she’s so happy to be with me again.
that’s a very human thing, dreaming of what we’ve loved. what we’ve lost. dreaming things that outlast death. like robots, and singing.
me at any given time: can we just buckle down and focus on the task at hand please???
my brain:
my brain: ……….ranibow sprimkle……………
ranibow sprimkle……..
kepchup.
SPINCH
B A N C H
chichen nuggest
b R o G L e
strawbebbies..
this post almost moved me to tears
Tag yourself, I’m spinch or rainbow sprimkle
I’m kepchup lmao
Brogle and rainbow sprimkle
This is so charming I feel punched in the solar plexus and I’m here for this sort of gentle, sweet violence.
some additions from my own collection
World Heritage Post
i have been blessed by ranibow spimkle, may the world heritage posts bless thee aswell
No Smorking. Parma Jawn
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First time this came around “sprimkle” and “spinch” got integrated into the household parlance
The next time it was “potao” and “chichen”
I have “brogle” on my shopping list since this came around a month or so ago.
What now?
This goddamn post is single handedly changing the food vocabulary in my house.
@wheezecheese
This has gone beyond "I cannot explain this to my spouse" and is firmly in "Archaeologists of the future will decide this is the point at which a group of people diverged from mainstream humanity and developed a new, indecipherable form of communication."
The trope where people don't recognize each other because it's been so long since they last interacted and they've both changed so much that they're basically strangers UNTIL one of them does their Signature Thing™ and the other just stops dead because oh. It's YOU. All at once it's so clearly you
This flavor of reblog to this post always makes me laugh so hard thank you
so.....is there anything with which the lion does concern himself ?
the four children who wandered into His world through the back of a wardrobe
"we live in an uncaring universe." sorry the special planet full of beauty and animals and food literally growing out of the ground isnt good enough for you. i guess
And even if we did, maybe that makes it our responsibility to care
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Las meninas - Velázquez, 1656
why did they start breeding busses to have flat faces. they can't breathe
if you think this
looks better than this
you're part of the problem. I'm so tired of all the excuses like "oh they look cuter!" "why do you care?" THEY CAN'T BREATHE. People intentionally breeding these vehicles to give them health problems because they "like how it looks" makes me so mad
Actually, flat faced buses can breathe fine! This is a case of convergent evolution, but the two types of buses are not genetically related.
Pointed nose buses are decended from trucks, and have their engines located in the front. This requires the larger nose in order to provide the space for the engine as well as adequate ventilation.
Meanwhile, flat nosed buses are actually descended from city buses (which in turn descend from trolleys), and were domesticated due to their greater maneuverability and capacity.
Contrary to popular belief, flat nosed busses typically do not experience breathing problems. Their engines are located in the back of the bus, with a large breathing vent located in the rear.
These buses also have a different structure to accommodate this change, typically including doubled back tires, a different weight distribution, and a change in location of the emergency egress door from the back to the left side.
If only pugs could breathe through their butt too :((
getting increasingly confused trying to have sex with my point and click wife but she just keeps saying “you cant use that here”
i have the ancient sarcophagus and the cuckoo clock. what the fuck else do i need man
Honestly, one of the most compelling opening paragraphs I've read in a while, and I'm excited to get a chance to read this....at some point. It's several hundred pages, not out yet, and only available in French, as far as I'm aware, so....it could be a while.
There were no animals in the Middle Ages. Pigs and birds, cattle and weasels, rabbits and bears, wolves and bees, unicorns as well, yes. But although animals, real or imaginary, were present in large numbers, sharing their territories and many other relations with humans, the animal as a category as we know it today did not exist.
>doesn't know about the North American Night Wets
Thank you so much everyone for your kind comments on my Greek pottery inspired silm piece!! <3
Here's close ups of each of the scenes in their own post:
Central panel: Morgoth as Gorgon
Scene 1.1: Feanor Smithing
Scene 1.2: Feanor and the Silmarils
Scene 1.3: Finwe's death
Scene 1.4: The Oath
Scene 2.1: Beren Finds Luthien Dancing
Scene 2.2: Thingol's Ultimatum (Melian, Thingol, Beren, Luthien)
Scene 2.3: Luthien Ensnared (Celegorm, Luthien, Curufin)
Scene 2.4: Luthien and Huan
Scene 2.5: Finrod's Last Stand
Scene 2.6: Luthien and Beren Steal the Silmaril
Scene 2.7: Carcharoth
Scene 2.8: Luthien Pleads Before Mandos (Note: Namo's upside-down torch is a symbol of the Greek god Thanatos, which represents the flame of life extinguished)
Scene 3.1: Death of Thingol
Scene 3.2: Second Kinslaying (Curufin, Dior, Celegorm)
Scene 3.3: Third Kinslaying (Maglor, Maedhros, Elwing)
Scene 3.4: Elwing Jumps
Scene 3.5: Elwing and Earendil
Scene 3.6: Earendil's Star Rises
Scene 3.7: Maedhros and Maglor Attack the Host of the Valar
Scene 3.8: Fate of the Silmarils - Earth
Scene 3.9: Fates of the Silmarils - Sea
Scene 3.10: Fates of the Silmarils - Sky
You can see all my references here.
And for folks asking about scale, here's a pic of me holding the piece!
While reading the Drizzt novels I can’t help but notice that they never go into detail about what the commoners are doing so my new headcanon is that most dark elves are pretty normal if slightly brainwashed and it’s just the noble houses that do all of that nonsense. Like somebody out there is just mopping the floor with their headphones in while the nobility kill each other in the background.
I think it’s also implied that it’s mostly people of high rank that go to the academies even if they aren’t nobles. So the academies are full of backstabbing but also most people aren’t going to the academies.
So basically “average drow kills three political rivals per year” factoid actually just statistical error. Average drow kills 0 people per year. Menzoberanzzan nobility georg who kill 10,000 political rivals per year were outliers adn should not have been counted.
The books make sure to emphasize that Drizzt probably isn’t unique in his opinions so basically I think that drow commoners are too busy grilling up mushrooms and crab legs to worry about political intrigue and backstabbing.
"Drow are Americans" is the most unfortunately accurate take on Salvatore's writing I've ever seen in my life
Personally I think that this sort of thing can also be applied to like. A lot of societies though? Like I think that minding your own potatoes while your political leaders claw each other’s eyes out is a pretty widespread human experience historically.
Imagine living in China during the three kingdoms period. That’s all I’m saying.
I actually once made a drow character for a DnD campaign that (a) had no political savviness (b) flatly believed that drow society is superior but didn't try to be mean about it, and (c) came the surface on a charity mission.
He got very excited when given human clothing after a fiery encounter burned his old garb, and tearily said something like "I just feel so accepted into your culture."
Love that btw
emh: captain.... I must confess..... I.... poisoned a man... it was the only way i could get treatment for my dying patients... he was keeping vital care from them...
janeway, taking a huge hit of alien weed off her space bong, probably having just dealt with her 18th temporal paradox this year: poison him harder next time I don't give a fuck anymore
emh: captain???
janeway, slapping her combadge: janeway to neelix. do you have any more talaxian vicodin
neelix: sure captain, but are you sure you wouldn't like something stronger?
janeway: what do you have.
neelix: i found a little something called... cocaine :)
janeway, intrigued: TALAXIAN cocaine?
neelix: no, just regular earth cocaine. someone programmed the recipe into the replicator :)
emh: PARIS.
as it turns out, it wasn't tom!
seven: i have begun to test the efficacy of my Borg implants' ability to clear toxins from my system
emh, furious: and i suppose that explains why you replicated FIVE KILOS of COCAINE in MY SICKBAY?!
seven: it was logical to replicate more when one kilo had no effect
emh: one--how were you administrating it?!
seven: i consumed it orally, as is customary with self administered human medications of the era
emh: you ATE a kilo. of cocaine
seven: no. as we established. i ate five kilos
up next, the triangle.
we know what hole that goes in, right?
that's right, the square hole!