What did I miss? Why are the pornbot back but more??

Origami Around

oozey mess

titsay
I'd rather be in outer space šø

JBB: An Artblog!
Sweet Seals For You, Always

Discoholic šŖ©
No title available

pixel skylines

tannertan36
Monterey Bay Aquarium
styofa doing anything
No title available

Kaledo Art
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

shark vs the universe

⣠Chile in a Photography ā£
RMH

No title available
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
seen from Ukraine
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Italy

seen from Malaysia

seen from Russia

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Netherlands

seen from Pakistan
seen from France
@mscookie4you
What did I miss? Why are the pornbot back but more??
weāve gone from the yee haw agenda to the ye olde thot programme
The bare-legged / hot-pants look was fairly common, since the whole point about being a Landsknecht (or Reislaufer, their Swiss equivalent) was to look outrageous.
Most period illustrations of Landsknechts are black-and-white woodcutsā¦
ā¦though in 1905 a book called āGeschichte des Kostümsā - History of Costume - assembled a bunch of black-and-whites and added colour.
If they look excessively gaudy, theyāre not, because these next prints were coloured in-period by an artist called Erhard Schƶn, and itās fair to assume he was representing what he saw.
In short - or in shorts - those reenactor costumes are spot on. :->
Something mentioned nowhere in this post that I have just learned from googling: these guys were not Ye Olde Medieval Dandies. They were 15th-16th century mercenaries. Pretty hardcore, too. They were exempt from sumptuary laws (ie the rules that said you couldnāt wear certain colours or cloth or styles) and apparently their response to that was technicolour thotpants.
TECHNICOLOUR THOTPANTS
Iād like to add these recreations by bathoree on instagram, and the blog post on making one of them!
First ever recorded snowball fight (1897)
Happy Holidays And Merry Christmas To All!
Colorized!
Guy On Bicycle gets so smeared he leaves his hat behind to escape!
All Victorian ADULTS. Awesome.
I love this so much. Someone slowed it down so it's not the old-fashioned herky-jerky of old films, now someone colorized itā¦the past feels like the present because, well, people. Lookit them having fun! *beams at everyone*
Isn't the guy on the bike meant to be a police officer? I seem to remember being told that on an older post of this video.
If so, even funnier. 100/10.
I feel like people forget that their partner is also supposed to be their friend. Like you should actually enjoy spending time together
Say Palpatine š·
(x)
of course i have a praise kink, i'm a burnt out former gifted child.
This is the most addition to this post but I also can't fucking argue with it because it's true.
do you ever sabotage your own free time? like wtf is that about? i want to play this game or read or do something specific but instead i will just stare out the window or scroll mindlessly???
Sherlock Holmes will be allowed to respect women in 420 days
#GRJRHKDHDJDND SCREEEEEEAM#LISTEN OG SHERLOCK RESPECTS WOMEN ITS THE MODERN ADAPTATIONS THAT MAKE HIM LIKE THAT#OG SHERLOCK IS THE BEST I WILL DIE ON THIS HILLĀ
The thing is, I donāt disagree with you!Ā However, the Doyle estate does, and they get litigious over it.Ā Seriously, theyāve tried to sue SH adaptations on the grounds that he respects women in them, which he didnāt do in until the stories that are still under copyright.Ā (Convenient, isnāt it?) So only when all the stories are in the public domain will Sherlock Holmes be Free
@beast-glatisantā The Doyle esate sued the āEnola Holmesā Netflix show about an OC Sherlockās younger sister, for copyright infringement, with the argument that only after the 1920s, in the still-copyrighted stories, did Holmes ābecame capable of friendship. He could express emotion. He began to respect women.ā
The court threw out the case because that was patently stupid, but they keep trying it.Ā Only in 2023 will Sherlock Holmes finally be free.
Two days until public domain Sherlock Holmes, Woman Respecter
1 day y'all.
Yeah quiet quitting is great and all but have you tried chaotic working?
Like. I remember back in my grocery store cashier days I did so much crazy shit.
When WIC (Women, infants, and children voucher program to help low income mothers/families with children) people were in my line I would pretty much know who they were. Before the cards they had to tell us upfront they were WIC and show us their vouchers for what they were allowed to get (it was awful some times. Like. 2 gallons of milk. $4 worth of vegetables etc etc). Theyād always have items hanging back, waiting to see what the total was and if they would have to take it off the belt.
I began to place the fruits/vegetables a certain way on the register scale so that like 1/2lbs of grapes read as like .28lbs or something. Then act shocked when I said that they still had X amount of lbs left. They got all their fruit and vegetables.
I think it started to kinda? Catch on to the women? Because I would have the same moms in my line month after month. And even after they switched to the cards (they worked like food stamp cards?) Iād still do the same thing. They were able to get more produce for whatever shitty max amount Indiana gave them.
Anyways. Be chaotic. Itās more fun that way.
[ID: a tweet by claireš„š„š„ (@/anddreadful) reading āthe secret sauce of cool male love interests in fiction is to make them openly pathetic and undignified once per every 2-3 badass moments they get. this is called the howl ratioā /end ID]
chess is improved by picking two pieces to be star-crossed lovers who cannot bring themselves to kill the other
A group of rough looking boys walked past me today and all I heard of their conversation was āheās got that anxiety disorder bro so I went with him so heād be more comfortableā and it made me realise the world isnāt all that bad
#this is team skull
The pet store I worked at had a pen with rabbits near the front door. On every side of the pen were huge signs saying āYou can pet me, but donāt pick me up!ā One day two absolutely huge guys came in and one immediately reaches into the pen to grab a rabbit. Before i could say anything his friend grabbed his arm and asked him ādid you see the sign?ā He said āyeah! it says that you can pick them up but donāt pet them!ā Then he went quiet for a moment and softly said āI didnāt read it right did I?ā And his friend just puts his arm on his shoulder and said āits ok, i know youāve got that thing where words get mixed up. Let just pet these cute lil shitsā And I still havenāt gotten over that interaction.
I was walking my dog through Boston bc he likes the likes car rides. Heās a little thing tbh we call him short and long. So this huge scary man with a full beard approaches me like āhey can my buddy and I pet your dog? He gets nervous around dogs but yourās is so small I think itās a good place to start.ā Ofc I was like āyes heās very friendly!ā So this guy brings his equally big friend over and they sit on the floor while this man looks terrified of my tiny dog so big man number one asks ācan I pick him up?ā And i say yes so he picks him up and puts him on man number twoās lap and man number two is abt to freak out and his friend straight up just goes āhey man, itās okay just relax Iād never let anything hurt you. Heās a good boy.ā Iāll never forget it ever bc I know that man looked at me (5'3 , glasses, probably wearing a sweater vest) and my dog (kinda goofy looking little thing) and was like āah yes the two least intimidating living things Iāve seen in Boston all day heāll feel relaxed around themā and went out of his way to help his friend. It makes me so happy
I love this
I was (of course it was) in NYC at the time, riding on the R train and this burly, tall, leather and black jeans with fuck off huge steel-plated knee-highs and a fourteen foot lime green mohawk gets on the train and sitās down, his jansport backpack making this Ghu-awful THUNK as he sets it between his feet. And no one says anything. Everyone saw him because how could you not?
And he opens his bag and starts rustling through it and sets aside some YA novel that I donāt remember but that it had this absolutely lovely lavender purple cover. and then he pulls out his fucking knittingĀ and just goes to town. Just, minding his own business, knitting away intently, listening to his earbuds.
And wasnāt a person on that train gonna say a DAMN thing about it. No one pointed or made any comments because this dude was built to crush motherfuckers. And he was knitting in public so you know he knew no fear and was happy and confident and then this little girl walked away from her mum and walked straight up to him and waved and her mother looked surprised (but not scared, this is NYC - we donāt know fear because weāre too busy). But the guy sees this little girl wave at him and just gives her the BIGGEST SMILE and waves back and takes out an earbud and says hi and they start talking about knitting and how he learned on his own and she wanted to learn and her mother didnāt know. But he suggested that there were knitting clubs and a lot of them were free and would happily help a new little knitter like her.
It was the single most adorable and heart warming thing of my life. Like hereās this dude with a Rancid t-shirt that looks like it was probably printed in someoneās flat fifteen years ago with an anti-nazi patch right over his heart and enough metal in his clothes to be worth recycling but a little girl wavedĀ and what type of nasty, heartless fuck doesnāt smile at kids? That aināt punk.
Used to work at a nature center, which was attached to an elementary school. Occasionally the fire alarms would go off, and for the most part, weād all just go about our business (weekly fire drills for the kids didnāt mean that the snakes tanks didnāt need cleaning).
In the middle of one of these alarms, I had a lovely 7ā long red rat snake wrapped around me while I was cleaning up. (She was my favorite - active, but polite, never bit or struck or pulled back to threaten it, or musked me, no matter what I did with her). Of course, law of averages, there had to be one that was a ārealā alarm. Bunch of big firefighters come in, demanded to know why we werenāt outside with everyone else, the workās.
And then they started screaming.
High pitched, girly shrieks. As first one, then another, noticed I was wearing a snake.
And, of course, the screaming brought more fire fighters over, who also screamed⦠letās just say I had three trucks worth of dudes gathered around me, stunned that I would -wear- a snake. Who, of course, saw new people and was doing her best to make friends.
Once the false alarm was sorted, they all came back, to a man, to meet the snakes. I had enough for each of them to ātry one on.ā
These big, buff dudes, who risk their lives running into raging fires without a thought, had to hype themselves up for me to put a young hog nose in their palms. Anxiety sweat dropped down their faces and soaked through their undershirts as I let the red and grey rat snakes cool around their arms. When the garden snake slipped down one guyās collar, I thought he was going to drop dead from a heart attack, right there. But they all did it! And survived!
I just wish Iād taken pictures to show the third graders when they came in after classes finished!
I go to college early or fall semester because of marching band and so do a lot of the fall sports teams right? So Iām in line in the dining hall, waiting for some spaghetti or something and two dudes from the soccer team or football team or something are behind me, just chatting, and Iām alone so Iām lowkey eavesdropping. At some point Sports Boy 1 notices another sports boy and points out the pants heās wearing to his friend, Sports Boy 2. And he says something along the lines of āThose were the pants I was talking about before. What do you think? Could I pull them off?ā And Sports Boy 2 looks around and finds the pants Sports Boy 1 was talking about and goes āyeah I think you could pull them off,ā and then he paused and almost like an afterthought said ābut you know, whatās important is that you feel confident in them,ā
And man I sat there so touched because like, yes bro preach that body postivity to your friend, remind him that itās not about what other people think but how he feels.
My life to have witnessed the firefighters meeting the snakes. Bless their hearts š¤£š¤£ššššš
London Underground, a few years ago. Punk guy - ripped jeans, leathers, multi-coloured mohawk, facial tattoos, safety pins where they really donāt belong, bottle in hand - talking to these two googly-eyed German tourist girls. Tells them how to get to wherever they wanted to go, cool free places in the neighbourhood, what to look out for.Ā Gets up to leave with the final warning: āJust promise me youāll be careful who you talk to, okay? Some pretty weird people in this town.ā
These are so sweetš
This has gotten better since I last saw it.
Every time this crosses my path, it has beautiful new stories on it.
Boys will be boys (valid)
People being better people than people would have you believe.
Again.