dungeon meshi but they end up in the back rooms, a cursed idea that was eating away at my brain
Peer-reviewing @monikoishi's tags because they're banger.
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@mooshimush
dungeon meshi but they end up in the back rooms, a cursed idea that was eating away at my brain
Peer-reviewing @monikoishi's tags because they're banger.
THEY MADE CREEPY PASTA
you dont have to be a parent to understand the horror of walking into a room to discover that the baby crawled out of his crib and onto that pottery wheel you forgot to turn off, and while the baby is spinning around and around, the dog is sitting there all calm, like a person, gently using his paws to fashion the babys soft cartilage head into something a little more modern. it might be the classic tale of bad parenting, but lets see where the dog is going with this
This post is from 2013. It has less than 100 notes. Together we can revive this work of art that tragically ahead of its time. We’re ready for it now
this post is like being handed demonic visions of what hyper latex porn looks like in the cars universe
The wildest thing about this whole site is the specificity.
STOP SCROLLING
Your life ends in the wasteland.
there’s a japanese radish just below this post but you can’t reach it
収穫祭
2015年、長屋門公園。
立派な大根がリアカーに積まれていた。ここで育てたものだろうか。
ms paint study from 2021
I’m sorry MS PAINT????
@tangotekkit
I don’t know why this is so funny to me, but it is.
This is what 22 year olds on Tumblr are like
Reblog if you too are a jaded, fagged-out socialite
my corner store guy is a 50 year old man who's my best friend in the world and recently he was like "you're too pretty to be single I have some nephews you should meet. very handsome!" and I was like "a niece might be more up my alley" and he just got more excited and said "ah even better! I was overselling my nephews but my nieces are very beautiful"
OP the tags!!
Girl
Least Bittern Appreciation
Just look at this silly creature
AND LOOK AT HOW LITTLE THEY ARE
Truly one of the creatures of all time
my bi queen for pride month<3
reposting my youtube comment onto here bc its literally all i can think about. caitvi may have been affecting each other's lives for far longer than they know (they may have been saving each other for far longer than they've realized too).
I've seen a lot of good theories about where the timeline divergence came from (damn the arcane fandom is so big brained sometimes, good job y'all), but this one consistently rots my brain from the inside out bc my god. i will never get over the underlying tragedy of ep 7. how one small difference could have changed it all.
arcane really is a story of what ifs, each more painful to think about than the last.
Gotta love that it sent Ekko to the coffee shop au verse and meanwhile Jayce's ass is in Eskew
with how lots of people talk about powder and jinx they see jinx as a broken individual who's not a wholly completed person due to her trauma and losing so many people in her life—however I've come to believe that powder is actually the uncompleted character. in episode szn 7 of season two we are shown a powder who has everyone (but violet) but there's a core piece of something we've attached to both jinx and powder — the motivation to innovate.
powder in this alternate universe limits herself to the bar and does not go from everything she can be that everyone else around her seems to know she can be.
jinx is the exact opposite—she suffers greatly but she embraces these things, she creates and doesn't restrict herself to what she believes is all she is good for, if that was the case she would've given up after dealing with the arcane in her weapons. grief does not take her ability to continue to create.
in a world where powder thrives she is half of who she could be. jinx is always a whole.
Emma & Regan ❤️
From The Snowball Effect by Haley Cass
This is a comment someone appended to a photo of two men apparently having sex in a very fancy room, but it’s also kind of an amazing two-line poem? “His Wife has filled his house with chintz” is a really elegant and beautiful counterbalancing of h, f, and s sounds, and “chintz” is a perfect word choice here—sonically pleasing and good at evoking nouveau riche tackiness. And then “to keep it real I fuck him on the floor” collapses that whole mood with short percussive sounds—but it’s still a perfect iambic pentameter line, robust and a lovely obscene contrast with the chintz in the first line. Well done, tumblr user jjbang8
I hate that my aesthetic sense agrees with this but everything you just said was correct
I went back to dig up this post because I was thinking about poetry.
This is one of those non-poem things that are among my favorite poems.
As the OP stated, the use of alliterative consonants is aesthetically just great, especially the placement of the strongest use at the end: “fuck him on the floor.” The use of “chintz” is indeed great word choice.
Because I’m insane, decided to scan the poem:
Not only is the second sentence, indeed, perfect iambic pentameter, the entire poem is perfectly metered, though the first sentence has four iambs rather than five.
There are further things I love about this poem, though: I like the casual connotations of “keep it real” juxtaposed with “chintz.” It causes me to interpret the “chintz” more strongly as meaning something fake, a facade. There is also of course the coarseness of “fuck,” which is a contrast with “chintz” but a different kind of contrast, gutsy and carnal where “chintz” is flimsy and inanimate.
And then there is the storytelling: there is SO MUCH storytelling in just these two lines. To break it down: The speaker is having sex with a married man, in the house he shares with his wife, which is “filled with chintz”—something that here connotes fakeness, in contrast with “keep it real.”
The illicit encounter in the poem takes place within a house filled with facade, the flimsy construction of the wife’s marriage and domestic sphere, but the encounter itself is a taste of something “real.” That’s a story, and it’s just two lines.
This is EIGHTEEN SYLLABLES, y’all. The amount of meaning condensed into these eighteen syllables is stunning, and it is so elegantly done.
From a technical standpoint (and ive taken 300- and 400-level poetry classes so I can say this) this is damn near flawless as a poem.
Kept thinking about this ever since I saw it and had to do something
there's art now
Ah dang to go further; the floor is framed as a refuge. As if there is literally no other space in this house that hasn't been populated by his wife with flimsy inanimate fakery. There is no space for this man in this house save for the floor. There is no space for him on the sofa, oon the counter tops, and most notably, no space for him in the marital bed.
I’d also like to point out the use of the word “has.” The wife has filled the house with chintz. She isn’t filling the house with chintz. She doesn’t fill the house with chintz. She has filled the house with chintz. Use of the past-tense makes the wife a subtly removed element in the story, someone whose presence we see in the environment, but who is blissfully distant during the actors throes of passion. There is an element of physical as well as emotional separation from the wife that is catalyzed by being fucked on the floor. Use of the past tense is an end to the wife presence in the actors life, a carnal catharsis amid cold fragility and emotional distance.
This is my new favourite post in the world
everyone cheer for the one (1) time tumblr had reading comprehension
And, predictably, it's because it was about gay sex