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since it’s pride month, throwback to this beautiful cover and this wholesome interaction between two icons
You are a mystery detective that solves fake monster crimes. When you finally meet real monsters, they reward you for being their most trusted agent against identity crimes
(Manet’s Bar at the Folies-Bergere (Getty Center Exhibitions)から)
[…] the conversation that many have assumed was transpiring between the barmaid and gentleman is revealed to be an optical trick—the man stands outside the painter’s field of vision, to the left, and looks away from the barmaid, rather than standing right in front of her. The barmaid’s frontality is also deceptive. Rather than standing parallel to the bar and looking straight ahead, she stands slightly askance, facing the offset viewpoint.
Most ironically, the reflected edge of the bar, which in an offset view would tilt more acutely to the right, is revealed to be a visual decoy, leading us to believe that the vanishing point lies directly behind the barmaid. Thus, the paintings most obvious perspectival clue turns out to be its most subversive perspectival violation.
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i love writing out numbers and then putting them in parentheses like "one (1)" even when i dont need to i think its funny
All amazing points and so important to take in. I think I have done a couple of these, but not habitually or intensely. But it's good awareness for me.
anatomy of a humiliation
dude star wars is so good and/or bad and/or mediocre sometimes, depending
Ohh so that's why they called that one show Andor
everytime u go outside ur spending $60 automatically its crazy $60 is the new $20
Stop buying food and coffee and make it at home. I'm begging everyone.
ok well i filled up my car with gas and got cat food for my cats so idk how this applies to me also the “don’t buy coffee anymore” thing is rlly annoying from ppl acting like buying coffee is the reason ppl r struggling to keep purchases under 20 dollars instead of capitalism inflating prices for shareholders to buy another five houses like. eventually yall gotta stop doing the “no more avacado toast!” thing to ppl bc there is no budgeting that is enough to outrun inflation
That is DIABOLICAL museum design, A++, no notes
Writing period dramas in the discord, lads
@inber you have tapped a deep vein here
Made it all the way to the end straight-faced and then I read 'By Jane Austen' and lost it.
For the WIP Word Game
Ring
It took a bit of time to gather their outerwear, and to ring for Young Tom (who maintained that name despite being nearly thirty, and no longer being the newest Tom on the estate, having been succeeded in that honor by Wee Tom and Ginger Tom) to bring the dogs round for some exercise. Young Tom had begun as an assistant kennelmaster, but had cross-trained as a footman in order to take charge of whatever dogs the family wished to keep in the house rather than in the kennels; Pemberley was known for its hunting and herding dogs, but it had always seemed to happen that a few favorites ended up more pet than worker.
Young Tom made his appearance with Antony and Cleopatra, a pair of elderly greyhounds who had produced many fine litters for the Pemberley kennels before their retirement, strolling politely to heel on their leads.
“Morning, Tom,” Darcy said, accepting the leads and bending to stroke the hounds’ silky ears. “Where’s the young troublemaker?”
Young Tom sighed. “Mr. Bailey brought him down to the scullery just after seven,” he said. “He was making a nuisance of himself, so we set him out to the kennel run for a bit.”
Upon reflection, Darcy thought he distantly remembered hearing some scratching and whining upon the door between his bedchamber and his dressing room that morning, though he had been far too agreeably occupied at the time to pay it much heed. His valet had dealt with the situation admirably, as he dealt with all situations. Darcy made a mental note to put a bit extra in his Christmas box that year.
“Ah,” he said. “We’ll pick him up from there and pay him some attention, then.”
Young Tom nodded with the air of a man who was very definitely not reminding his master that he had warned him that allowing his very large and very attached dog to sleep in his chamber might have unpleasant repercussions in future.
Such as when said master married and wished for a decidedly more appealing—and fragrant—bedfellow.
Darcy still felt a little guilty over it. The dog was very attached to him, and moreover adored Elizabeth nearly as much as Darcy did himself; he would like nothing more than to join them at night, but there were certain times in a man’s life when a massive boarhound, however sweet-tempered, was just not welcome.
"The problem is people don't read classics anymore"
No I think the problem is people don't read WIDELY. The ONLY ya and/or fantasy romance crowd is just as insufferable as the ONLY classics crowd or the ONLY litfic crowd or the ONLY nonfiction crowd and vice versa.
You gotta get some variety in there my guys
Upon this post I have seen people assert that nobody needs to read 'books by dead white guys' to be widely read with the context that they believe only dead white guys wrote classics,
People saying that because classics are in fact written not only by dead white guys you can get by on only reading classics,
And the classic (hah), people are just always going to be insufferable.
All of these have missed the point and are examples of why people should in fact read widely.
Read widely. Read beyond what you've been told are 'the classics'. Read works by authors from other times and places. Read works by authors who are different from yourself.
dare i add: read a bad book once in a while too. flex your critique muscles a bit
Actually yes this last point is an extremely valid addition
Not only does it help you learn and hash out your critique skills, you might be surprised
I think more than anything, you've got to read for different reasons. Like, sometimes you read because you want to learn something. Sometimes you read because you want to have a silly fun time and a bit of a laugh. Sometimes you read because you're horny. Sometimes you read because you want an adventure. Sometimes you read because you need a good cry. Sometimes you read because you want to improve yourself. Sometimes you read because someone you care about likes a book and told you to read it.
All these and more are great reasons to read, and if you're going to read for a variety of reasons over the course of your life, then you're going to end up picking up different books from different eras by different people.
what about blorbhov from my complicated russian novel though
blorbeaux from my nilihist french plays
blorbón from my weird latin american magical realist novels
blorbug from my kafkaesque short stories
von blorbow from my german sturm und drang novel
Don Blorbo from my opera
błórbżo from my polish poetry
blorbocles from my ancient greek epics
Mr. Blorby from my Jane Austen novels
Blorbio from my early modern plays
Assembling some more from the notes:
And the kicker:
useless rosetta stone
Waiting for Blorbot
Jane Austen with sheep
Jane Austen really said ‘I respect the “I can fix him” movement but that’s just not me. He’ll fix himself if knows what’s good for him’ and that’s why her works are still calling the shots today.
Meanwhile Emily Brönte just said “We can make each other worse.”
Mary Shelley said, "I can make him
fuckkkkkk I cleared the time loop first try
I woke up in the morning and everything was different
my best friend linen my brother in arms cotton my partner wool my beautiful sister silk
our sick deranged enemy polyester....
the demon lord, prince of lies, "Vegan Leather"...