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@noxtiskenos
Whoops I forgot this site existed for a bit. Happy to see the apps still trash.
tumblr dont sleep on letterkenny
Honest to god I can’t understand anything any of them say.
It’s two gay guys using hockey terms to catcall the two presumably straight hockey players (riley and jonesy) who then counter by being comfortable enough to accept the compliments. The conversation then continues along to describe different words and terms for a variety of queer folk as if said words were also hockey players. So when they say a word got cut it’s merely a euphanism for people agreeing not to use that term. The whole scene is two (presumably straight) men being educated gently on the subject by two gay men and listening rather than bickering.
this dialogue is like something out of a greek drama it’s both downright melodic and utterly incomprehensible
Letterkenny is 100% the inheritor of Shakespeare’s legacy.
Imagine a fae who is just so mad about the idea of lying, like, I have spent a thousand years studying the subtle arts of deceit, weaving my spells of glamour and misdirection, and you, human, can just stand there and
say things
that aren’t true
“So yeah, I’m, uh, bright purple.”
“But you’re not! That’s not even plausible! How can you just - you are not even puce. Fine. Fine. Another one.”
“Are you sure? You seem pretty mad.”
“I assure you I am wholly and terribly sane.”
“Heh, you know that’s not the kind I meant.”
“Hssssss.”
“Haha, fine, fine. I’m … a dragon.”
“nO YOU’RE NOT THOUGH–”
This is a fucking hilarious concept.
She is obsessed with him. (Btw her name is Petunia and my black beast is Atreyu).
He’s given up trying to get away from her. They sleep like this almost every night.
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The horribly awkward and embarrassing stories of ristay.
Since everyone liked that photo so much, here’s the last two weeks of their love 😂😂
pretty much RP in a nutshell
the final dove ad has been released, featuring stevonnie, garnet, and OPAL! ✨
we're all really just looking for that other dumb fuck we share our single brain cell with
Oh my god they were cellmates
straight women kissing other women to feel fun and sexy and #empowered vs. straight men not wanting to be caught dead with their lips anywhere near another man: fight
why would they fight they’re dating and calling me slurs behind my back together
They fight because they’re dating and don’t know how to do healthy relationships in any context
I can't believe home depot literally produced a wildly successful science fiction musical and we all just pretend it didn't happen. on one hand yes it had a boring white guy main character but like.... home depot just... Made it? And it had shit ton of box office sales? and no one even talks about this. this is like avatar (2009) all over again
OK so. After a lot of frantic googling I realized this was all a dream. home depot did not in fact produce a wildly successful science fiction musical. I was on allergy meds and took a nap and my brain simply prophesized this. slightly disappointed because I wanted to watch it.
i love this girl KEJSKDJSK
You forgot the best one!
This is Beebinch!!! She’s on Instagram twitter and tiktok and she does incredible work. Give her a follow you won’t regret it
Seriously y’all she’s got some stellar cosplay going on
people who argue over whos the better (gay) fictional wizard, gandalf or dumbledore, are BOTH wrong. its merlin from the sword in the stone (1963).
this guy set the bar for wizard characters nearly 60 years ago and he’s been killing the game ever since
This a Moonmelon, scientifically knows as asidus. This fruit grows in some parts of Japan, and is known for its vibrant blue color. What you probably don’t know about this fruit is that it can switch flavors after you eat it. Everything sour will taste sweet, everything salty will taste bitter, and it gives water a strong orange-like taste. It’s also very expensive…costing about ¥16000 JPY (which is about 200 dollars).
this is alexandrias melon (wow)
it never grows seeds but it can still produce other melons (its magic)
it is grown deep in the jungles of peru and can prevent you from aging well into the hundreds
it is known by the natives there as k’uhul ajaw cacao shi-jiiy.
its really strange how all of these pictures look exactly the same because everything on the internet is true
This is the Peppermeloni. (seriously gosh just look at that sexy mother fucker) Its scientific name is Tumblrous Pepperonus.
The only known specimen is in a pot in David Karps treasure dungeon. It is a tradition that a single slice is given to every tumblr blog that reaches 500,000 followers.
It has the remarkable property of being as healthy as watermelon but tasting like cheesy pepperoni pizza.
This planet is really just so amazing guys wow.
Patrickmelon
The taste of this melon will always surprise you.
I’m fucking done with this site
This is the evermelon.
If you cut this watermelon a certain way you will find that it has seemingly regenerated. You can do this an infinite number of times and will have a neverending supply of melon.
OH GOD I haven’t seen this post in YEARS and THAT is the fucking additon to it!?
ALRIGHT THATS IT ITS TIME TO STOP
Hi my name is Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Ravenmelon and I’m ebony black (that’s how I got my name) with purple streaks and red tips, and a lot of people tell me I look like watermelons (AN: if u don’t know what dat is get da hell out of here!).
Nothing will ever be better than the last one
HASHBFJGJDHRJFKFKRJ
That last one took me out at the god damn kneecaps-
Someone wrote a really interesting article about why people believe these sorts of things so easily.
Wow. That explains…a lot, actually.
movies that made me gay 5/? bring it on, 2000
movies that made me gay 5/? bring it on, 2000
This is not a democracy, it’s a cheer-ocracy!
tag pedophilia gifs please. i dont want to see grown ass man kissing 5 year old
…. that’s Tony’s child oh my god
This site is a mistake.
parent: *kisses their child goodnight on the forehead*
tumblr purity brigade:
I just…..I can’t……ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!!!
Some people never got kisses on forehead by their parents and it shows
We live in the worst timeline. I refuse. DDD:
Yes, and yet we’re the ones who see pedophilia everywhere!
please tell me this is satire.
A campaign about returning magical items from whence they came.
Not in the “plunged into the fires of Mt. Doom” sense.
Artifact repatriation. The heroes work for an international commission aimed at reversing centuries of plunder. Oh, sure, the adventurers of yesteryear may have had solid reasons for looting the Ancient Tomb of the Noonday King, but those justifications have passed, and the Noonday King’s regalia really should be returned home, not sitting in a foreign adventurer’s ancestral manor.
Possible adventures include:
Archaeologically respectful dungeon crawls, aimed at returning items to original context if possible
Consulting and cooperation with host museums in native cultures to provide security and academic collaboration
Liberating artifacts from foreign collections, if imperial governments or plutocrats or nobles initially refuse to return them
Realizing that an ancient conspiracy is modifying paperwork and falsifying academic reports to turn the repatriation committee into a MacGuffin delivery service for an ancient lich-king
Persuading the world to keep going on with the good parts of this program even if the one time an ancient lich-king nearly got most of his ancient rivals’ regalia delivered to his tomb home under false pretenses so he could start some real shit, because, hey, they stopped him, the system worked!
@noxtiskenos
You turn on the radio one morning to find another one of those Rap songs where every 4th word is a swear. Naturally the Radio bleeps it out, but you realize that it sounds familiar. You realize that the rappers are speaking in Morse code.
Your eyes widen as you swerve over onto the shoulder of the expressway, nearly hitting a Jeep Cherokee in the process. It didn’t matter to you. Frantically searching the glove compartment, the backseat, and your purse, you finally find a small notepad and a pen with a low ink cartridge. You listen closely to the radio, and begin to scribble down as much as you can. You realize it was merely a pattern.
— -. . / - .– — / - .– — / ..-. .. ..-. - -.–
Unfortunately for you, you aren’t very well versed in translating Morse code, merely recognizing it. You reach into your purse to grab your phone, but after a moment of searching, you realize you had left it at home before you left for work. “God damnit,” you mutter. You’re more than halfway to your office, and you’re already running late due to the fact that that you decided to follow some whim and jot down some cryptic message from a provocative rapper. Concluding that it would probably be best for you to mosey to work, you pull back onto the expressway and try to make it to work on time.
Upon arriving at work, you ask any coworker in sight if they know Morse code. Nobody seems to, and some don’t even know what Morse code is. You slump your shoulders in disappointment and head over to your desk, when suddenly, the quiet, mouse-like secretary clears her throat and says, “Excuse me, I know Morse code!”
You turn around with the same wide eyes as before. “You do!?” you ask vigorous excitement, which seems to startle the young woman.
“Yes,” she says, “when I was younger, I planned on joining the navy, so I taught it to myself.” You feel a bit sorry for her, that she wound up as a mere secretary instead of a naval officer, but that feeling of pity didn’t stop you from being grateful for the lucky coincidence of her knowing Morse code. You show her the pattern.
— -. . / - .– — / - .– — / ..-. .. ..-. - -.–
“That’s all there is?” she asks, furrowing her brow.
“Yeah,” you shrugged, “it just kept repeating that over and over again. What does it say?”
“One, two, two, fifty.”
Your heart sinks a little. “What is that? What does that mean, is it like a phone number or house address or something?”
The secretary shrugs. “I’m really sorry, I don’t know. It’s too short to be a phone number, but beyond deciphering it, I’m afraid I can’t help you.”
You nod slowly, and though you understand, you are still not at all satisfied. You go to sit at your desk. 1 2 2 50. The sequence plays over and over in your head all day, and needless to say, your curiosity an wonderment got the best of you. It was not a very productive work day.
You head home, and the same damned song plays on the radio. You shake your head as if that would make the song stop, then decide to plug 12250 into your GPS to see if there are any autofill results. None. You become increasingly frustrated.
When you get home, your daughter is sitting at the kitchen table, working on homework. She runs up to you and gives you a big hug, and asks about your day at work. You put on a fake smile and sigh. “Interesting,” you say— no doubt sugarcoating the intense excitement, disappointment, and confusion.
“Will you help me with my homework? I have to memorize something for my history class tomorrow.”
“Of course, doll! What are you memorizing?”
She hands you a laminated sheet of paper. “Roman numerals!”
You glance over the page, your eyes quickly darting from one, to two, to fifty.
It dawns on you. You’d recognize this pattern anywhere.
I II II L
MOTHERFUCKER
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME
I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD
YOU FUCKER