Mike Driver
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Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
will byers stan first human second
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@polewolf
𝕴 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖉𝖗𝖚𝖎𝖉𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉𝖓'𝖙 𝖈𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖆𝖑𝖑?
It's clearly casting moonbeam, you uncultured fireball-brained wizard.
It’s clearly casting
moonbeam, you uncultured
fireball-brained wizard.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
i love it when italians argue about italian. like we don’t even know how our language really works we just roll with it
Italian is 107 different provincial languages stuck together with spit and half a prayer
My bf lives in another region and we are constantly arguing about regional variations of words and we both live in the fucking north of Italy
one time i saw a map of italy but instead of cities and roads etc it was just covered w different ways you can say the word vagina. it was covered
oh I can think of at least seven ways to say the word vagina right off the top of my head rn. I can’t imagine what I could do if I tried harder
Fjgkahfmangksoajufnajejgnanfjakirjvjjs
this is the Italian Vagina Map, reblog to… I’m not sure actually. Can’t hurt though.
reblog to Italian season your pussy
I just miiiiiiiggghhhttttt have to run this combo back! Lol.
I was an early adopter of Tumblr Premium, back when it was Tumblr Ad-Free. At the time I was excited because the new owners were making real improvements to the site, both in functionality and infrastructure—the latter weren’t as obvious as adding features like Blaze, but showed in the way the site ran more smoothly, and uploading/watching video content became at least somewhat more reliable. As a pole dancer who loathes Instagram and the way its algorithm deprioritizes sustained interaction in favor of serving up more ads, I was excited to try my hand at making friends and perhaps building an alternative pole community here.
Even when they changed it to Tumblr Premium and doubled the price, I wasn’t upset—Blaze had proven to be one of the best ways to make friends with fellow dancers, so the monthly perk was extremely useful.
Unfortunately, about six months ago Tumblr started actively censoring my pole dance videos—I could still post them, but they’d get tagged with a mature content filter, despite containing no nudity or sexuality. I appealed a couple of them, only to be told flat out that they qualified as mature content, and thus could no longer be Blazed. This was incredibly frustrating, especially given the bevy of unfiltered mature content on this site. After some consideration, I let my subscription lapse; I’d rather lost my enthusiasm for supporting the new owners, in much the same way that they’d lost enthusiasm for improving the website.
I’m not precisely surprised at how all this went down; I’ve been on the Internet long enough to see this cycle multiple times. Still, I guess I was hoping tumblr, as infamously atypical a social network as it is, would be the exception to the Law of Inevitable Enshittification. As it is, I’m discovering abruptly just how many of those platform improvements were primarily made in the service of serving up more expensive ads: when I first subscribed, ads here were largely static images, often with cryptic captions that were unclear as to what they were selling. Now I’m seeing Instagram-style slickly produced video ads for predatory prediction markets, or AI slop generators, or bizarre mobile games. (Ironically, the very slickness of production makes them ridiculously easy to spot—I suspect most of them are made for Instagram and thus stand out from the tumblr userbase’s more lo-fi, homegrown aesthetic.) At least we know their targeting algorithm is just as awful as ever.
I don’t really have a point here, other than maybe the well-worn Tech Companies Are Never Your Friend No Matter How Much You Like Their Product, mixed perhaps with a hefty dollop of Community Is Always Devalued Under Capitalism. But shouting into the void helps me feel better, and with any luck, maybe it’ll help us all to remember to enjoy when things are going well—it may or may not stick around, but the connections we make when they do (looking at you, @cutiedaffodils and @polewolf ) are real and worthwhile. 💕
I feel you, Artoo.
May the 4th be with you, tired people of the universe.
Everything I’ve Ever Let Go Of Has Claw Marks On It
To save someone else going through eleventy billion reverse image searches - the sculptor is David Altmejd.
Thought 2, 2019
THE MAGICIANS ⇢ 1x03 | CONSEQUENCES OF ADVANCED SPELLCASTING
Part 0 // Part 1 // Next
Let’s call this part 1 of my petition to get Teen Wolf an animated series ;)
Part 0 was a test of concept. But I’m not sure what these are, they’re like a combination between storyboard, beat board, color script, and comic? I just wanted to do a color study and write a fanfic and this seemed like the easiest route 🤷♀️ I don’t have a name for the fic yet but I’ll let y’all know when I do.
Anyways, this is what my brain rot produces, enjoy!
swag won’t pay the bills but apparently neither will your degree
Late Night at the Art Studio From my upcoming artbook, which is crowdfunding right now!
The tiger He destroyed the fourth wall Yes YES The tiger is out
there is a stripper pole in my attic. i saw it in a dumpster one day, and i went, shit, this is exactly the kind of thing my wife would want. and i didnt really want it in the house, what with it being a used stripper pole lightly seasoned with dumpster juice, but i mentally decided that if she were to see it and ask for it, i would say she could have it, and then sure enough, later that evening, she went soooo baaaaaaaabs there's this thing by the dumpster and i want it but i get it if you don't want it in the house but i have to show it to you- and i went, no you dont, you can have the pole, and that was the most surprised i have ever made her look. even compared to the day when i proposed to her, which she was prepared enough that we both knew she would say yes, and she could also get her hair done up and have a cute outfit, but not so prepared that she was not fucking flabbergasted by the 12 empty decoy ringboxes i sprung on her. i handed her so many decoy ring boxes that day. still one of the funniest things i've ever done to her.
anyway we like pacing around together and ranting in the attic but sometimes instead of pacing one of us will just hang on the pole and spin, and the other person will watch on the beanbag, which makes for these really goofy conversations where the person on the bag will say something that gets the other persons goat, such as, hypothetically, that xylophones do not belong in rock music, and then the other person will go on a tirade about this, but they'll actually only be facing the Hot Take Speaker half of the time, what because of the pole, so the response will sound something like
I can't believe
you would even suggest such
a stupid opinion. You've
been to a Danny Elfman
concert! How can you
have heard Oingo Boingo
live and say with a straight face
that they alone do not justify
rock and roll xylophones
and then that person will continue until they get too dizzy, then they'll get off the pole, and by unspoken agreement, the person on the bag will get up and trade places with them to deliver their rebuttal while also spinning and it just creates this sort of crazy strip-court lawyers debating absolute nonsense for no reason kind of vibe that frankly just really does it for us.
i don't really have any marriage advice for this i guess its just a look at what being married can look like. i thought that being married would involve a lot more stuff like carving the turkey, or barbecuing, or watching the sunset, and if id known how much time it would involve arguing for xylphones in rock music while spinning upside down i might have prepared for it a little differently.
florence welch photographed by lillie eiger
