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I’d like to wish all Evangelical White Jesus Christians a very blessed Fuck You.
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Viennese architect Ivana Steiner brought back and updated the old approach to kitchen design. Her Zero- Waste kitchen is a modern revival of cookery from before single-use packaging flooded our lives. The kitchen compliments the zero-waste movement – a lifestyle focused on reducing the amount of waste we generate. This…
rebecca hazelton is a published writer but can’t even manage to write convincing dialogue for a toddler
truly amazing
this is my favorite response to her bullshit tweet
Kids say spooky shit like this all the time when they’re really little, though. Usually, it’s stream of consciousness exactly like that while processing ideas. “Everyone dies one day.” Concept the kid has learned. “Everyone.” Reiterating who dies, though they probably don’t include themselves in that definition of “everyone.” “Even wolves.” Wolves are living things, kid is processing that all living things die. “But not books.” Books are not living things. Books don’t die. “Not words.” Words are not tangible objects, and people keep talking after other people die, so death does not affect words. Final verdict? “Words don’t die.” It’s one of these things that sounds super profound to us as adults, but that’s because we’re putting our own, deeper meaning on what was a much less philosophical construct. This kid could very well have said all of these sentences in this very order. But they were listing what does and doesn’t die while trying to understand death. They weren’t making some statement about the soul of literature. Our adult brains are inserting that meaning, then declaring that no child could ever have used those words as they cannot apply to anything but our interpretation of them.
Like, it *could* be made up, but declaring that it *must* be made up based on our own perception is just adult egotism dismissing the notion that children are fully capable of utilizing words that we would use. They are. They’re just more concerned with communicating with themselves than with others, because they’re trying to understand the world.
That sounds exactly like a thing my son would have said at age 3. So does “poo broccoli”. Not only would he have said both of those things, he would have said them right in a row, and not seen any issue with this.
People who think this is fake have never met a kid.
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The toddler I live with says stuff like this all the time. It’s perfectly “convincing” toddler dialogue. I don’t know what 3 year olds the people in the notes have been hanging around to say they’re not this articulate, they absolutely are. Their pronunciation tends to be pretty shit but their grammar is usually decent and they always say random shit like this. Are you guys actually listening to and talking with your kids or are you just assuming they can’t speak well?
I was an articulate three-year-old. By the time my younger brother and sister were three, they were also quite articulate. My stepbrother and stepsister were aged three and four when I met them and both spoke in full sentences too.
I don’t remember what random things we all said at those ages but I’m quite certain there were plenty. I used to record myself on tape, so I captured a bunch of things I said out loud, including recitations of stories on tapes I had, repetitions of things people had said to me, and the rather memorable instance in which I earnestly promised I wouldn’t swear any more, after never having uttered a swear-word up until that point in my short toddler life, followed immediately by me saying the five worst swear-words I could think of at the time. I even said one of them twice because the first time I stumbled over it. “Fuck” was spoken in a reverent whisper and very quickly because it was the worst one I knew.
That is the funniest shit I have ever heard
I have a niece who, when she was about three or four, shouted, “Anyway, God is dead!” in the back of a car. As it turns out, she wasn’t channeling Nietzsche but just misunderstanding the information she’d been given about the meaning of Easter.
Please tell your niece I love her.
The “this is clearly fake” people are extremely tiresome.
Kids are wild. My housemate’s 10-year-old nephew talks about politics with her, and it’s very impressive to hear his chirpy little voice going on about current events. “3-year-old” can mean anywhere from “just turned 3″ to “almost 4″, and for kids, that can encompass a lot of language development in between. Especially if you talk to them.
I was 3 when I had an argument with my grandma that Mary’s name was clearly “Mrs. God”, because if she and God had a baby, and you all told me that you have to be MARRIED to have a baby, then obviously it follows that her name is Mrs. God. (I know this because I had a minor speech impediment at that age, and couldn’t say my “th” sounds, and it was the same Christmas when my uncle was a dick about the fact I couldn’t say “I’m three”.)
Kids also parrot shit they hear all the time.
When I was three I supposedly told someone at church, “all the world is made of faith,” which sounds hella profound in that setting until you realize I was quoting Peter Pan by JM Barrie, “all the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.”
My tiny little brain just made the connection between the word faith and ran with it.
This reminds me that it is very frustrating to see people refuse to communicate with their very young children. “He can’t talk,” they say, while the two year old toddler is very clearly attempting to communicate.
And yes, children do say things that seem incredibly creepy and weird, but are just stream of conscious observations of things they just realize.
Yeah, like, this is the primary function of small children. I’ve had to forcibly hold myself back from adding about 10 age-indexed anecdotes of My Child(ren) And Their Gradual Understanding Of Mortality, because it wouldn’t add anything, but please believe that they take me to the cleaners on a regular basis
Lord of the Rings:
Vs.
Game of Thrones:
"But where's that light coming from" BITCH IT'S FANTASY WHO CARES
Ok but also from a like, theatrical storytelling perspective, there’s a thing called “willful suspension of disbelief” which is basically the concept that in order to let ourselves be immersed and enjoy a story, we need to turn off our knowledge that it’s all fake anyway.
like yes, we all *know* it’s unrealistically bright for a night time war, but it needs to be so we can SEE the story being told, and the lighting designer used blue light to show it was night time. We KNOW that Sir Ian isn’t actually a wizard but we SUSPEND that DISBELIEF because we want to be entertained.
theres the moon, theres the stars, in this fantasy world the stars might be four times as bright or there might be two moons or, considering this is a land without electric lights, its assumed that everyones eyes, including those of the viewers, have adjusted enough to the darkness that yes normal ass moon and stars provide sufficient illumination to actually see that the elf king is not wearing sweatpants like youd be able to tell or who the hell was that who just got stabbed thats kind of an important detail in an action scene
Elijah Wood said he brought this up with Andrew Lesnie, cinematographer on LOTR, once and asked him where the light was coming from in a particular scene, and Lesnie just smiled and said “same place as the music”.
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I will say it i really dont like this post…. I dont think it’s ever okay to shit on a man for feminine presentation like idgaf abt harry styles but like i find these types of posts to be like thinly veiled excuses to be transphobic
like idc if you find his style ugly you dont have to enjoy it but the message that you send is -> gender nonconformity is only okay when you look good and if you dont you will be the target of vitriolic hatred. if you want to cultivate a safe space for trans people and especially transfem people you really have to consider the fact that shitting on a man for dressing femininely has never been woke no matter what the excuse for it is
yeah this bothered me a ton, thanks for putting it into words
alright but gender norms aside and everything those outfits would be ugly as fuck on anybody
Even if it is not your style, the context of this tweet can’t be divorced from transmisogyny and the ways in which harry styles won’t see this tweet but people who do want to play around with clothing and fashion will see it and will feel like “everyone” will be shitty unless they look a certain way. Doubling down on the aesthetics from your perspective just spreads that message further.
And also? I would argue that the style being “ugly” is the entire point. Y'all only support gender nonconforming people when you personally find their performance of nonconformity attractive. Y'all cheer when a thin white man wears a maid outfit or a dress but the moment he wears something you deem ugly or unattractive then it’s free reign to make fun of him. You should support and cheer for gender nonconformity even when it’s ugly, even when it’s offputting or unappealing you personally.
Maybe Harry Styles genuinely likes those outfits, or maybe he’s saying “fuck you, I don’t have to be appealing to you”. We don’t know for sure. But as stated above, he won’t be affected by your reaction to it. But GNC people who dress in ways that aren’t conventionally attractive or appealing will see it. And we will know that you don’t actually give a fuck about us when we dare to step outside your comfort zone.
I took my nephew and niece to their first event when they were… five and seven? They each picked out a heavy and a rapier fighter to cheer on (we made favors for them to give as part of the Plan to Keep Little Kids Entertained™). They interpreted this to mean that they were to LOOK AFTER these fighters and spent the remainder of the day taking them water and sharing goldfish crackers with them.
You don’t know happiness until you see a little kid hand a Knight an Uncrustable and have him devour it gratefully.
#congrats your children reinvented squires (via @roach-works)
There she stretches
As far as she can
In the shell of memories
That she can call
As her second home in fact,
Wandering through bygone autumns
Hearing the melodies that bring
A tear at the corner of her gaze
She drifts like a solitary mist
Through times dense with the foliage
Of a long gone vigour,
A mix of fantasy and reality
She craves a kiss of the past
On her closed eyes
That makes her cupid's bow widen
Making her look magical at present.
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Afternoon sun, 1903, Joaquín Sorolla
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Catharine Lorillard Wolfe Collection, Bequest of Catharine Lorillard Wolfe, 1887 Size: 16-½ x 8-½ in. (41.9 x 21.6 cm) Medium: Brush and watercolor on off-white paper
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Atlas and the Hesperides, 1925, John Singer Sargent
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Italian Girl with Flowers, 1886, Joaquín Sorolla
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