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Part of the New Internet Grammar: using question marks not to denote questions, but upturns in voice, so that a tentative statement gets a question mark but a flatly delivered question doesn’t.
why would you do this
It just seems right?
We thought my grandma had a tumor in her heart and it turns out she was born with a small hole in her heart (she was born at home in rural Appalachia in the early 1940s and had two older sisters who died within days of birth, spotty childhood medical care) and her body somehow fixed it. Built up scar tissue until her heart no longer had a hole. She gave birth to two children, lived a normal life and only had this diagnosed in her 70s. How cool is that? How badass is the human body?
My great grandma cut her leg and contracted tetanus in the 1930s and survived lockjaw untreated. It kills about 25% of the people it infects. It’s crazy to me that if either of these ladies weren’t so strong and badass, I wouldn’t be here.
It’s weird to think that your existence on this earth is dependent on a whole lineage of ‘near misses’ going back through eternity. A young lady falling in a stream while doing the washing and managing to pull herself out before her many shirts weighed her down and drowned her. A young man contracting the plague and being a part of that rare population that survived it, living the rest of his life knowing death was so very close. A man being shot with an arrow in war and laying fevered for weeks before his body fought off the infection and he hobbled home to his wife. A little baby girl being so fevered she loses her hearing but recovers and goes on to lead a full life. And backwards further. A young Neanderthal boy breaking his arm quite badly and being unable to hunt but being loved and cared for just the same. A little human girl wandering off and losing toes to frostbite 60000 years ago but returning home to her family and surviving. Surviving.
I actually don’t think that is necessarily true. You’re the product of the strongest communities in your lineage and those who were shown human kindness. You’re the product of midwives making the effort to correct a breech baby and saving your great great great grandmother’s life. You’re the product of neighbors lending their neighbor food in times of famine. You’re the product of the hunter-gatherer tribes taking the time and effort to care for their sick and injured. You’re the product of mercy, grace and the human collective. I think the ability for strength, resilience and endurance lives within us all. There may have been stronger people through history who didn’t have the luck, community and connections your ancestors did.
You’re the product of mercy, grace and the human collective.
himalayan poppy 🫖 for daily doodle #24
Cities and Sketches on Instagram
Honestly, we’ve only seen deep sea fish at their worst. Deep sea fish are like the opposite of the fast food expectation vs reality meme.
Was expecting an art post but got a lecture on fish pressurization instead
If that’s not 100% accurate description of this hellsite, nothing is.
I thought it was gonna end with like “and some people survive best under pressure so don’t feel bad yay mental health”
@matzahball
For a second I didn’t realize it meant “high” as in a stoner--I thought “High Geologist” was like a rank of geologist or something and he was insulted you would challenge him to naming stones
great poast every one👍
I have drawn him.... The High Geologist
Can’t believe he’s ace
He is now And here’s the photo evidence:
hey guys...https://twitter.com/MatthewLillard/status/1322648148364324864 so does this make it canon?
the high geologist has ascended
every time i see this post it gets.... better? but also weirder.
Bloopers vs. TV Take: May Day
happy pride month to lgbt people who are really boring. we deserve love too
Where is my Lin Beifong comic? Suki is getting one. Lin should, too.
Writers of Tumblr
like every other motherfucker on the planet, I’m starting a podcast.
It’s a fictional short story podcast. Think No Sleep Podcast. I want to narrate 20-30 minute long short stories and I am looking for writers who want to submit their work.
No real genre specifications, but pg-13.
I’m going to do a 10-episode season so if you have some short stories you want to be considered, holla at me. I don’t really know what I’m doing, but I’m an actor and story-telling is what I do so I thought it’d be fun.
The first 3 letters of your hometown + the last 3 letters of your name = your inner demon name.
I’m Kinott (which is a Vibe)
TIL astronaut Jack Schmidt discovered he was allergic to moon dust, which is a thing millions of other people have probably gone their whole lives never knowing.
Imagine being one of only twelve guys ever to have the honour of walking on the moon and then when you get there you're allergic to it.
NASA scientist: you’re back early
Jack Schmidt: moon’s an allergen
NASA scientist: ...what?
Jack Schmidt, loading an epipen and climbing back into the shuttle: moon’s an allergen
if one in twelve humans who have been on the moon was allergic to moon dust, that’s either a one-in-a-million chance or a VERY common allergy
The fact that it’s such a statistically useless sample is DEFINITELY driving a handful of very specialized scientists absolutely crazy
Wait wait wait guys yesterday I got really busy and forgot that I was making myself a sandwich and forgot to eat but when I finally got around to eating would you guys like to see the special sandwich I made?
It’s called vantablack grill cheese and there’s an artist out there who isn’t even allowed to look at it
God at the gates of purgatory after my death: Were you a good catholic trad wife?
The devil, rising up from the bowls of the sewer of hell to show God this sandwich: i would like you to take a look at exhibit A—
when my father was a Young Man in college? high school? he worked at a little Italian American place. it was mostly your typical spaghetti, lasagna, etc, but they had the picky eaters/kids menu, which featured grilled cheese.
one day, a man comes in and asks for a burned grilled cheese. the waitress specifies this to my father the line cook, and my father, being the chill guy that he is, thinks, k, whatever, he lets it get a little charred. gives it to the waitress.
guy sends it back. “not burned enough,” the waitress relays to my father. my father puts it back on the heat, lets it get solidly black on both sides, sends it out.
guy sends it black. “it’s...still not burned enough,” the waitress says, and i can’t imagine being in this poor woman’s shoes, dealing with whatever eldritch creature is hungering for straight carbon in the dining room of a tiny Italian place in approximately 1991.
my father thinks, what the hell. he sticks the sandwich in what is known as a Salamander, but is basically just a freestanding broiler. gets busy with something else. forgets about the grilled cheese. looks up. the grilled cheese is now ON FIRE.
he pulls the grilled cheese out. it’s...definitely burned now. burned straight through. it’s questionable if this is even considered a grilled cheese anymore, since it has been far more than grilled and there is nothing recognizable as cheese. what the hell. he sends it out with the waitress.
it doesn’t come back.
“he ate every bit,” the waitress tells my father.
Was thinking last night about this mystical ‘man’ who rose up from hell one day in 1991 to eat a charcoal sandwich
reasons I’ve seen people staying on tumblr:
don’t understand twitter
don’t understand twitter
posts are in chronological order
spite
no other website has the same ambiance of gothic confusion and unrelatable obtuse content
they are a hapless pornbot who knows not of the end coming for their quivering female presenting nipples
mega spite
like normal spite but you’re posting dick pics before The End
Direct Contact with the Memes
god, wht the fuk even is twitter
they tried to leave but woke up again on tumblr like it’s the Groundhog’s Day movie
More reasons:
tumblr allows us to post in any format medium we choose (image, long text post, sound, or video)
shitposting just isn’t the fking same anywhere else
like some sort of ancient slumbering giant this is where we have laid for many a century and Will Not Get Up Again (aka can’t be bothered)
This is the only godforsaken place I can have an open online presence where my fucking family haven’t managed to find me so you can pry it from my cold, dead, nippleless hands
my tumblr dashboard is like a glass-bottom boat. I’ve curated it to the point that most of the time it’s smooth sailing, I see cool fish sometimes. And then sometimes, hundreds of meters down, I catch a tip of the fin of something really fucking weird, and then it’s gone again. Can’t get such a uniquely haunting experience like that anywhere else.
experienced the wrath of god at Claire’s
just say you got an infection from the piercing gun and go
this is the only funny response everyone else shut up
aesthetic attraction is wild bc it’s like “yes i’m asexual but i’m also very gay and women are extremely hot”
so basically to summarise
Better Glasses Tropes
(Brought to you by 'losing my glasses wouldn't make me prettier or dorkier or more badass, it'd just make me me without my glasses'.)
Taking someone's glasses off when they're tired, or to stop them working too hard.
Handing someone's glasses to them with their morning coffee.
Putting someone's glasses aside when they hand them to you before sleeping.
Taking someone's glasses off when they're asleep or nearly asleep with them on.
Asking to take someone's glasses off in the bedroom, before things start to get hot and heavy.
Someone taking their glasses off themselves in the bedroom, as a sign that things are getting hot and heavy.
Characters taking their glasses off when they're tired or emotional, as a sign that they're vulnerable, and only characters they trust deeply being allowed to see them that way.
if i may add
cleaning someone's glasses for them because the fabric of their shirt isn't the right kind
Oh hell yeah that's some
Good Shit
right there
Maybe this isn’t as universal as I think but
Helping someone find their glasses in the morning because they got knocked off the bedside table by a cat or something and do you know how hard it is to find your glasses when you can’t see because you don’t have your glasses?
