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Claire Keane
Sade Olutola
Kaledo Art
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if i look back, i am lost
Xuebing Du
ellievsbear
we're not kids anymore.
i don't do bad sauce passes
Origami Around
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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
DEAR READER
PR's Tumblrdome
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Misplaced Lens Cap
Monterey Bay Aquarium
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2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
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@notagryphon
A Pig named Leon who has a very proper British affectation. Unless they're ruffled, then a strong cockney accent comes out.
They're a wizard. And the result of an experiment brought on by a wager between two mages on whether or not you can teach a pig magic after giving it a crown of intellect.
He walks on two legs, wears a suit tailored for a pig, and shrouds his hooves with mage hands to extend his reach and literal grasp of things.
Yes, he is my Pig Mage Leon.
Honey, its time for nightly 3am house beat
This is the background music that plays over a montage of someone having a manic episode.
An Oracle. Someone who met an Eldritch deity, and even when given the gift of knowledge beyond comprehension, she didn't go insane.
Because of this, she can see time the same way this deity does. However, she's only a three dimensional creature looking into the fourth. She sees it all, but can only understand it the way that three dimensional beings do, for we cannot walk through time. Her ability is like the shadow of a hand against the wall, a facsimile. And like the shadow who cannot interact with the third dimensional world, neither can she interact with the fourth.
It comes and goes in waves. Most days it's like a wave softly lapping the sands of a beach, like a gentle hand caressing the face of the earth it loved so much.
She could be walking on the sidewalk, or at the grocery store when something strange would appear. Like someone walking through the wall in clothing that's completely inappropriate for the era they're in, or she's seeing the simultaneous growth and decay of the apple in her hand. It would last a few minutes at most, and would normally leave her feeling a little uneasy. These she could handle.
Some days it felt like the same ocean, in all its anger, battering against the side of a rocky cliff at the height of a storm. As if it wanted nothing more than to sink the earth into its depths, trying to accelerate its singular mission of eroding and erasing it from existence.
During these occasions, it's quite hard to know where she is. It's like standing in a hologram of a different time, spliced on top of the present seamlessly integrating into each other. Usually it's easy to differentiate what is from a different time, especially if she's seeing the distant past or future. It does take a little time to differentiate things, but she can be sure that the horse-and-buggy about to crash into her, although a little scary, cannot hurt her in the modern city.
But it's not always that easy.
Once she stood in front of a building that she swore was on fire, only to see the fire trucks harmlessly pass through the cars stuck in traffic. Another time she saw someone being mugged and stabbed in an alley outside of her apartment, but stopped at her attempt to call the police when she saw two people walking through the corpse. To this day, she still isn't sure which the present was in those scenarios.
Cuddling my husband as he watches a thriller movie and I notice that his heart rate is going the same beats as the low pulsating note in ambient music: Heh way to be manipulated by big music, ya rube.
I'd like to think that Philomena Cunk got the roll by wandering in one day, taking someone out with a cricket bat, and just pretending they're supposed to be there the entire time.
Ceramic piece I made recently. In this picture it hasn't been fired yet.
Ceramic piece I made recently. In this picture it hasn't been fired yet.
Are you British or is this a headcanon I made up
You can’t headcanon real people. I am not SpongeBob or Vegeta.
Wait, you're real?
Can we all just applaud Rebecca sugar for perfectly creating a show that targeted queer autismos? The show is literally about the emotions of lesbians set in space with rocks.
The only thing that will make Steven Universe more autism friendly is if they added more train talk during the Space Fascism arc.
Who is right?
Qúēssaughhhhdíllâ
Crépedilla
I remember reading the Magicians as a wee lad of 14 and loving it. Only to read it again as an adult, and just quietly whispering "Oh, Quentin" every twenty pages or so.
Don't get me wrong, I loved it still. But it's kind of like when you grow up in an abusive home, and when you come back later you think, "Oh God that was kinda fucked up huh."
Anyways, I've also been through therapy and grew out of my main character syndrome. So like, that might have something to do with it.
Very happy to have given my construction job, that left me with bruises and heavy scrapes, a two week's notice that contained the line, "And as we all well know, I'm gay. And like a fruit, I bruise and scrape easily."
Wallace and Grommit's Curse of the Were-Rabbit was the first ever body horror movie I have ever been exposed to. It still gives me nightmares to this day.
Niffin by Me (Also posted on Reddit under Tea-Steaper)
I made a canvas out of an old shawl that I had and that's the background.
I then painted the white shirt on it, and used phosphorescent pigment for the flames.
The flames need to be "charged up" with a very strong light source. But after it's been charged, it is visible even with the lights on.
Second post
Day 4 of being on Tumblr: The wild-life is different here. Words mean everything and nothing. There are many to be wary of. This jungle is like no world I have ever been in, it's as if I have left the earth and walked into an entirely new realm.
At first everything seemed nonsensical. But the more I stay, the more I started to see the patterns emerge. It seemed whimsical and magical at first. As if this entire website was resting on top of a giant turtle, who is then on top of another giant turtle and so on. But the deeper you go, the more these turtles started to look like dragons.
It's scary and unfamiliar, but something keeps me here. Something that I don't quite understand yet. I must go deeper. I need to understand it. And maybe along the way, I will learn the language of dragons and walk amongst them.
First Post
Hello, greetings and salutations.
I am new to these lands and need guidance.
Though a mere peasant wandering in, battered and bloodied from my travels through the Internet, I have seen glimpses of this promised land.
From what I have gathered, this place fears no gods. But without their watchful eye, danger can also lurk in different corners.
So I beseech thee, thou who have commanded respect of many, enough to make it out of Tumblr. @pukicho I beseech thee. Give this new soul a blessing.
As a new adventurer within these realms, I must learn how to traverse these lands. I need help, a map, a guide on how to walk amongst the people of this world.
I come to you asking for help, the way a babe can only cry for their mother when left in the middle of a forest. So I beseech thee, in the hopes that the one that draws near is a gentle and loving hand, not a ravenous wolf.
