I Only Speak In “Is This...___?” Memes

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[surskip]

this is killing me it's so cute

[sunnysatori]

@funnier-when-objectum

[the-silliest-stiltwalker]

[itsahardrockpunk]

first Al Gore, now Algorithm. What’s next? All Galvanized?

[szyszkasosnowa]

Holy shit guys I just duck duck went Moby Dick and THE LOGO TURNED INTO AN UNHOLY HYBRID BETWEEN A DUCK AND A WHITE WHALE????

[rosslynpaladin]

I can't get over DuckDuckWent as a past tense of using duckduckgo as a verb. Like yes youre right BUT

[suckingham-phallus69]

Fun fact! If you duck duck went vocaloids, they have icons too

[genderednipples]

[kyraneko]

holy fuck there's more of them?

[redshift-starfire]

They also do it when you search Linux

[zorin-os-official]

PSA

[kawaiimunism]

[kawaiimunism]

how many of these are there???

[zwoelffarben]

They is playing a dangerous fucking game with this blatant favoritism.

[itsahardrockpunk]

my brain was so eehuuuygghhlllaaaaaabbbbbrrrrrr-white-noise today that I dropped my phone in a bush! (instead of my pocket) and didn’t notice for ten minutes

[itsahardrockpunk]

yesterday I felt really sexy. today I watched too many (at some point it was the right amount) 🧊 & Bondi videos. I finished a well written but sudden-ending, bleak book (California by Edan Lepucki) that made me want to write in a way that echoes how I wanted to write last night. Last night I wrote two poems. Tomorrow I am getting up early and going to a yoga I’ve been meaning to go to for weeks but always end up skipping because it would be an hour on the bus route and it’s at 8 am on a Monday. I am going there with the callouses on my feet torn up (no blood drawn thank mercy) and I will either be thinking about what the person behind me is seeing or tell corbin about it when I wake up and just not go. We disagreed about abortion regulations today, but I just went silent instead of sharing my thoughts, realizing I don’t know anything based on my own independent research but I guess, now that I think about it, maybe listening to podcasts and youtubers isn’t independent research anyway but at least it’s better than my regurgitation. all that to say, I no longer feel sexy & I feel myself warding off from him again. Valentine’s Day come and gone and I still (as it has been for a year) find myself unable to tell him that the best gift he could give me is to give my brother another chance. As for the book I read, I do not want to become Julie and Gray. Sounds like some major bullshit I don’t want to be a part of. Whispering to myself in the night and waiting for the right time to leave. God help me.

[itsahardrockpunk]

tell me WHY I couldn’t bring myself to discuss my brother with him for A YEAR, posted this, and immediately brought it up

[bbrothertedd]

[itsahardrockpunk]

yesterday I felt really sexy. today I watched too many (at some point it was the right amount) 🧊 & Bondi videos. I finished a well written but sudden-ending, bleak book (California by Edan Lepucki) that made me want to write in a way that echoes how I wanted to write last night. Last night I wrote two poems. Tomorrow I am getting up early and going to a yoga I’ve been meaning to go to for weeks but always end up skipping because it would be an hour on the bus route and it’s at 8 am on a Monday. I am going there with the callouses on my feet torn up (no blood drawn thank mercy) and I will either be thinking about what the person behind me is seeing or tell corbin about it when I wake up and just not go. We disagreed about abortion regulations today, but I just went silent instead of sharing my thoughts, realizing I don’t know anything based on my own independent research but I guess, now that I think about it, maybe listening to podcasts and youtubers isn’t independent research anyway but at least it’s better than my regurgitation. all that to say, I no longer feel sexy & I feel myself warding off from him again. Valentine’s Day come and gone and I still (as it has been for a year) find myself unable to tell him that the best gift he could give me is to give my brother another chance. As for the book I read, I do not want to become Julie and Gray. Sounds like some major bullshit I don’t want to be a part of. Whispering to myself in the night and waiting for the right time to leave. God help me.

[fanonical]

write fanfic for improv theatre. write fanfic for theme park rides. write fanfic for a 30 second excerpt of a song. life is beautiful and you can do whatever you want forever

[numbersareimaginary]

your mommy's little ball of dough aren't you. You're going to be a good girl and go in a covered bowl in a warm place for two hours or until your gluten develops, aren't you?

[fleshengine]

#forcegluten #bakingplay #dough rp #pastry pig #gluten kink #baking kink

[scarringstars]

bellamy & clarke as orpheus & eurydice

[mndvx]

THE MUPPET SHOW (2026)

[ithinkhobiknows]

[desolationfires]

[itsahardrockpunk]

Thomas Stanley Holland walked interviews so that Dexter Sol Ansell could run them.

[iloveyou9]

[evilkitten3]

context according to instagram:

original image from the magazine:

[grovedg]

Found a scan of this issue on the Internet Archive (it's the back cover). This scan is 4000x6000 for all your high resolution needs!

La Domenica Del Corriere v60 n29 1958-07-20 (Darwin-IA) : Free Download, Borrow, and Streaming : Internet Archive

La Domenica Del Corriere v60 n29 July 20 1958, Milan, Italy, 36 pages, 40 lira.Front and rear covers by Walter Molino.

[pomme-poire-peche]

The caption reads: "Defeated by roses. Near Turin's Lingotto station, along a lonely path, Miss Guida Concetta Rinino, 28 years old, who was bringing a nice bunch of roses to a relative, was accosted by an unknown young man. The young woman, rather than losing heart, defended herself with extraordinary energy, using the bunch of flowers as a weapon. So it was that the scoundrel, his face all scratched up, had to flee. (Drawing by Walter Molino.)"

[teaboot]

Incredible. At a distance I understand how the woman might appear to be the abuser and the man the sympathetic victim, but the second you zoom into the man’s face the pink-cheeked rage- not remorse, or rejection, or embarrassment- not heartbreak or despair- but RAGE- the deeper story speaks itself into your suspicions.

And the bit where they’re HER roses? Almost a relief, but also sadder, as she will arrive at whatever event without them, or with them destroyed.

Do you think when the righteous anger and anxiety and annoyance fade, when she arrives at her destination- will her loved ones applaud her? Will she be proud? Will her hands shake? Will she walk home with company from then out, and for how long?

In this moment, she is provoked into anger. Anger is good- it appears strong. But look at his face. Would you put it past him to linger there after dark, in case she returns alone?

What story will HE tell, of ‘I was perfectly polite, but she didn’t even give me a chance- women like that, they’d swoon for a jerk in a heartbeat, but kind and flattering men like me?…”

I love this piece. It paints both stories while illustrating the power dynamics and struggles at play. This should be shown in art classes

[slavicafire]

in love with this threatening yet promising sentence from some random sports post. yes. step into the water and grieve for your maker for you will become unrecognisable. submit yourself to the reckoning of the depth. abandon hope

[1five1two]

[titleknown]

[mrevaunit42]

The lovers, the dreamers and me:

[i-can-kazoo]

...the water that turned the freaking frogs gay?

[itsahardrockpunk]

asian pears are so damn expensive but the rest feel like mush comparatively