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“i’m in kind of a weird mental place right now” i say, as if there are times when i am not in a weird mental place
i'm never getting over the fact that romance as a genre, as the HIGHEST selling genre, exists largely because straight women fantasise about being loved and treated kindly by men and men constantly make fun of this because they think it's just that unrealistic that they could cherish women and that women are stupid in the first place for wanting such an impossible thing
Fuck, when you put it like that, it's super depressing
It checks out
early 00s media was the era of the boring girl protagonist and her heavily lesbian-coded bff
my favourite thing about history (and the reason why social history matters to me above anything else) is the reminder that there’s no emotion i’ve felt, no grief or trauma, no joy or laughter, that hasn’t been experienced by other people across time and space, and the idea of slipping into another life so different on the surface and yet so fundamentally similar to my own, and understanding them as a life like my own, with inner worlds that can’t be easily articulated, with loved ones and favourite foods and days they woke up having slept wrong and the acute experiences of standing in a quiet room and watching the light catch on dust floating in the air, of the smell outside after it rains heavily, of mornings after having dreamt something feverish and strange, or the knowledge of an impending loss and trying to prepare for it emotionally. peeling fruit and giving a piece to a friend. being awake at an hour that feels like you’re the only person alive in the world. that feeling when you know you need to eat and that you’re hungry but you just don’t find it appealing at all and it kind of makes you feel nauseous. i like imagining people in all different places and times experiencing those things, it makes me feel less alone and afraid of myself and my experience feels less daunting if that makes sense. others have lived with experiences like this too, and do, and will.
James Baldwin, The Price of the Ticket (1985)
lesser movies than mamma mia (2008) would've made the central conflict be between the three dads and stoked endless competition and jealousy between them, fighting about who gets to be sophie's "real dad" and who has (and had) a "right" to pursue donna but mamma mia is no such movie. mamma mia is a cinematic masterpiece and as such they are pals throughout, happily go along with all the shenanigans and spend loads of quality time together throughout the film. they are just vibing! and then all three of them become the dads no questions asked. no drama! only vibing in greece
So oleander - a relatively common pretty garden flower - is so incredibly poisonous that if you eat honey made by bees primarily fed on it, you’ll die. Ever since I learned that fact as a kid I’ve wanted to write a murder mystery about a charming little town where people start just, dying mysteriously, as people do in charming little towns I’m told, and eventually it turns out that the local Sweet Little Old Lady has been feeding her bees off the oleander in her sweet little cottage garden and giving the honey, in sweet little jars with ribbons and hand-written labels that have sweet little drawings of bees and flowers, to every damn bastard in this damn backwards town that she’s built a grudge against over the last 80 years
The play I'm in right now is set 300 years in the future (in the eighties) on a spaceship and the director decided that gendered terms like "bro" and "dude" are obsolete, so we've replaced them all with "zorbo." Which is all well and good except that I've had a hard time scrubbing it from my vocabulary outside of rehearsals and I keep accidentally addressing people with "yo, zorbo" and now I feel like I should just lean into it and hope it catches on.
I’m sorry but “300 years in the future (in the eighties)” what the fuck does that sentence mean???
it’s the future but in a 1983 sort of way
I said what I meant
This is exactly what I pictured the first time I saw this post before pictures were added.
*yes*
the thing about the “oh of course fandom gravitates towards pretty white boys & ignores female characters and characters of color and especially female characters of color, it’s the creators’ fault because they don’t give those characters any depth/plot relevance!!!” argument is that it’s just….. not true. sure there are lots of shows where that happens but there are also LOTS where it doesn’t and fandoms still behave exactly the same. it doesn’t matter how prominently the creators place women of color, because you all will still fight to ignore them at any cost in favor of white men. despite what you might think from looking at tumblr, prominent & complex main characters of color exist–& in tons of popular shows!–and yet the fandoms are consistently, overwhelmingly saturated with white characters because FANDOMS ARE RACIST, and it’s frankly annoying as hell for you guys to try and blame that exclusively on the creators. own up to that shit.
white fangirl: *sees a black woman being respected and admired by a nonblack male character*
white fangirl: what is this hEtErOsExUaL bullshit!!!! god i hate forced romances!!!!!! 🙄🙄🙄🙄anyways take my 87382th white slash mlm ship instead! 👨❤️👨👌🏻🙌🏻😍
What a funny way to say “cops blew up neighborhood”
It’s been really hilarious to watch the LAPD try to dodge any responsibility for this while the media tries desperately to help them by publishing the most confusing fucking headlines but what really happened is that the cops found and confiscated thousands of pounds of “illegal” fireworks in LA and then decided to take 10 pounds of that, call the press, and make a show of using their new expensive toy, the “total containment” truck that is supposed to be able to take explosions of up to 15 pounds.
So they took the 10 pounds of explosives and their toy truck to a poor Black neighborhood, got reporters there, stuck the explosives inside, and set them off intentionally instead of just defusing them like they did with the other 4,990 pounds of fireworks.
For some reason, likely because something went wrong with their truck which I bet cost the city a shit ton of money, the containment completely failed and the explosion destroyed cars, homes, and injured 17-19 people (I’ve seen different reports with different numbers), a couple of whom were in critical condition but it sounds like everyone survived.
The LAPD then had the audacity to tweet that they didn’t know what caused the explosion when it was them who caused the explosion, intentionally, and we know because they called the media so that everybody could see them do it.
In summary, the LAPD wanted to show off/justify their ridiculous budget but their expensive toy was a dud and so they ended up bombing a poor Black neighborhood (because they would never risk this in a white neighborhood) and don’t want to admit it.
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we’ve literally just looped back around to 90’s psa interstitials
Transcript:
Brad: Hi, I’m brad!
Chad: And I’m Chad!
Thad: And I’m Thad.
Brad: And welcome to—
All three: Lessons with KOK!
Brad: Today, on lessons with KOK, we’re gonna learn about—
All three: Consent.
Thad: Hey Chad!
Chad: Hey Thad!
Thad: Can I slap your ass?
Chad: Absolutely!
Thad: *slaps Chad’s ass*
Thad and Chad: *high five* Nice!
Chad: Hey Thad!
Thad: Hey Chad!
Chad: Can I slap your ass?
Thad: Absolutely Not!
Chad: I respect your decision!
Thad and Chad: *high five* Nice!
Brad: Always remember: F.R.I.E.S.
Thad: Consent is: freely given,
Chad: Reversible,
Brad: Informed,
Thad: Enthusiastic,
Chad: And specific!
Brad: Thanks for tuning into—
All three: Lessons with KOK!
Chad: Nice cock!
Brad: Nice cock!
Thad: Nice cock!
All three: Nice cock!
THERES A TRANSCRIPT NOW
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What’s the point of a diary if no one is gonna stumble upon it centuries later and fall in love with you after you’re dead?
Is this a vegan thing? Do vegan bones last longer? i’m confused.
What on earth are you talking about
Like milk is supposed to be good for ya bones right? But is this like anti-milk/cow product because it stops your bones from coming back to life in the future?
I need a little more info. Where are you getting milk or bones from in this post
Rachel how do so many people read your post as saying dairy and don’t think to themselves for one second they could possibly have read it wrong
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