summer sufferers poll: would you rather have…
the ability to repel all bugs so they can’t touch/bite/sting you
the ability to always be at a comfortable temperature while outside
no chafing ever again
No title available
art blog(derogatory)
ojovivo
RMH

blake kathryn

@theartofmadeline
Xuebing Du

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Acquired Stardust
Game of Thrones Daily
occasionally subtle

izzy's playlists!
NASA
sheepfilms
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year

No title available
tumblr dot com
Mike Driver

No title available
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
seen from South Korea
seen from Netherlands

seen from United States
seen from South Korea
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from Türkiye
seen from Hong Kong SAR China
seen from Lithuania

seen from Brazil
seen from Malaysia
seen from Japan
seen from South Korea
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Brazil

seen from Türkiye

seen from United States
@peaceblank
summer sufferers poll: would you rather have…
the ability to repel all bugs so they can’t touch/bite/sting you
the ability to always be at a comfortable temperature while outside
no chafing ever again
So sad to learn that it most likely was not some person gaming the system with an automated caller to vote to kill Jason Todd, truly they would have been the ultimate hater.
Finally, I can watch the cunty Woodrow Wilson performance whenever I want.
I'm imagining a world where RPGMaker somehow made it as the de facto codebase for software and you have to navigate your banking app by walking around in a huge room full of NPCs named "make deposit" and "make withdrawal" etc and there's loud as fuck stock music playing
They actually had this for when I did extra help sessions as a TA in college.
I was feeling agitated and artblocked yesterday so I decided to give my brain a rest by watching TV and then the next thing I knew these were in front of me
phineas and ferb heritage post
this year's pride sketches are OPEN 🎉 first come, first serve! if you can't or don't want to, spread the word to someone who would!
tysm and i can't wait to work with you ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜
It’s a tony soprano summer
What this means
This is Money Snake. She only appears every 312 years.
If you reblog her picture within the next twenty-five seconds you will have good luck and fortune for the rest of your life.
I reblogged her late last year and my 2024 has been very satisfying work-wise and (secure enough to not stress out) money-wise so far. Money Snake is wise and good.
always reblog money snake
Hey look it’s your boyfriend
Worm situation in Maine has me absolutely gobsmacked. Some kind of polychaete worm, maybe a king ragworm, never seen any polychaetes this big in person, all in all saw five 8-10 inch worms after just a couple minutes on the beach. The colors were even more stunning irl!
They look wiiiiild in motion too:
Ephraim Moses (Moshe) Lilien, 1874-1925
even as a lifelong fan of “golden age” illustration and art nouveau, it took way too long for me to come across the work of E. M. Lilien! we’ve reblogged two pieces here before (one is our mobile blog header!), but there’s a lot to appreciate.
above is some of his more folkloric/magical/mythical Jewish art, including the gorgeous “Shabbat Queen” (the Shechinah?), two versions of the Leviathan, the priestly blessing, a dybbuk, and a (probably metaphorical) demon!
also, for bonus points, his work is apparently popular with queer men.
[images from multiple sources, but most from Jewish Myth, Magic & Mysticism]
Oh man, I DID NOT KNOW I NEEDED THIS.
@writer-at-the-table
This 1902 piece, “Devil sucks the blood from a sweatshop tailor,” was used to illustrate the German version of Morris Rosenfield’s poem “An der Nähmaſchine,” (“At the Sewing Machine”) found in his Lieder des Ghetto (1902) See: Internet archive, page 31-32. Rosenfield’s poetry was originally in Yiddish.
An der Nähmaſchine. Seht euch den blaſſen Geſellen an, (Look at the pale journeyman there,) Verbraucht iſt ſeine Kraft. (His strength is exhausted) Doch Stund’ um Stund’ und Tag um Tag (Yet hour by hour, day by day) Er ſitzt und näht und ſchafft. (He sits and sews and toils) Viel Monde kommen und ziehen dahin, (Many moons come and pass away) Und Jahr um Jahr vergeht, — (and year after year slips by) Mit krummem Nückgrat, der blaſſe Geſell, (With crooked spine, the pale journeyman) Er ſitzt und näht und näht. (Sits and sews and sews) Es perlt der Schweiß von der heißen Stirn, (Sweat beads on his burning brow) Die Wangen ſind bleich wie der Tod, (His cheeks are as pallid as Death) Ich fühl’s, hier ſchafft nicht Körperkraft, (I feel it, no physical strength works here) Hier lebt und treibt nur die Not. (He is only animated by Need) Manch heißen Tropfen ſaugt gierig die Naht, — (Many a hot drop is ravenously drunk by the seem he stitches) Sein Aug’ wird nicht tränenleer — (His eyes are not yet dry of tears) Und die er näht, von früh bis ſpät, (And the garments he sews, from dusk ‘til dawn) Die Kleider find tränenſchwer… (Are heavy with tears…) Wer kündet grauſe Zukunft mir? (Who will reveal the dread future to me?) Wie lange der bleiche Mann (How much longer shall the pale man) Noch jagen mag das furchtbare Rad? (Drive that terrible wheel?) Wer weiß das Ende, ſagt an? (Who can see the end, who knows?) Ich weiß es nicht. (I do not know) Doch weiß ich wohl: (Yet this I know well:) Wenn den — ob früh, ob ſpät — (When —whether sooner or later—) Die Arbeit erſchlägt, (Work smites him) — ſitzt ein andrer da (Another shall sit there) Und näht und näht und näht . (And sew and sew and sew.)
As we can see by the jewelry and pot belly and the sorry state of the journeyman he parasitizes, the demon is a vampiric metaphor for exploitation of the poor.
Not to be that person, but if you remember this, how's that newfound back pain going for ya babe
PHRASE ADDED!
LET'S DO THE FORK IN THE GARBAGE DISPOSAL
LET'S DO THE FORK IN THE GARBAGE DISPOSAL
DING-DING-DING DING-DING DING DING-DING DING DING-DING-DING DING-DING DING DING-DING DING DING-DING-DING DING-DING DING DING-DING DING DING-DING-DING DING-DING DING DING-DING DING
My friend worked with the People With AIDS Coalition in 1990 and found this while cleaning out some old folders. I can't stop thinking about it.
"especially if they've made it to 40" fucking Christ.
Yeah. That. I spent my formative years in DC for Reagan's terms, and never thought I'd make it to *twenty* much less this far beyond. And when I realized I would be? I found myself suddenly without any real, actionable plan for the future.
The AIDS epidemic was monstrous. Not only for the lack of cure, but for the easy excuse it made for 'good people' to rid themselves of those disgusting gays.
The national willingness to discard an entire generation of (at first) gay men and then any queer persons has done immeasurable damage to every single one of us who survived it. The horror stories you might have seen in tabloids or online memorials only scratch the surface. We were unpersoned. We were named dangerous simply by our existence, and our presence was a herald for death and disease.
Our joy was not in spite of this. Our mad parties, the tendency to live in the moment, the stereotypical 'cattiness' and sex-crazed outlooks that media showers us with us even now, these were survival techniques. We dance because we lived another day. We craved physical contact from a world that feared us even in the same room, or touching the same door handle, or gods forbid us holding your hand.
And it's happening again.
If you notice your queer elders seem a little agitated beyond their usual baseline with what's happening with their trans peers this time around it's because we all recognize it from the 70s, 80s, 90s.
Name it a disease. Imply it's contagious, made-up for attention, or masking the 'real' problem (it's always pedophilia, always), often in the same breath. Consistency doesn't matter, only fear and hatred.
Say trans folks aren't worth the same considerations that good, upstanding people are. Deny them the medical care that, were they not trans, they would otherwise qualify for. Gender affirming care. Hormone treatments. Comprehensive therapy. Acceptance.
(Hell, even those lucky enough to escape obvious open discrimination find it on the back end, with medical care suddenly not being covered after being prescribed. Ask me how I know.)
And it's not just the right-wingers. Ask your Democratic or NP rep, if you have one, their thoughts on transgender rights. Listen close. See if they actually say anything of substance.
And then when trans people start dying off in droves, vanishing to forced detransitioning, assault, murder, or worse, well, that's just proof there's something wrong, isn't it? Not with the system. With us.
This is why we ask that the newer generations of queer folks learn the history. It's not *all* about Stonewall and Pride. It's about the lengths that those in charge will go to in order to ensure our deaths.
The Neighborhood Watch The little character on those signs always scared me as a kid - I was worried if I wandered around at night that I might see him. Like he was some kind of entity lol. Had to draw him!