DEAR READER
Claire Keane
Cosmic Funnies
Love Begins
pixel skylines
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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todays bird
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
trying on a metaphor
noise dept.
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Discoholic 🪩
Keni
we're not kids anymore.
Kaledo Art
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@swordpal
this is so funny bc on the one hand what the fuck are we doing tumblr. like you cannot be serious you're censoring entirely sfw concepts bc sometimes people ALSO involve it in fetish stuff? but on the other hand. i was in fact searching it in hopes of finding porn so you do have me there technically i can't lie
in happier pride news i actually found this deeply heartwarming
that's solidarity baybeeee
Further context: Durham city council (Reform UK) cut funding and support for Pride. The Durham Miner's Association and other trade unions raised enough money for Durham Pride 2026 to go ahead - a direct call back to when Lesbian and Gays Support the Miners (LGSM) raised money for mining communities when Margaret Thatcher seized union funding during the miner strikes of 1984-85.
At the 1985 Labour party meet, the motion to support LGBT rights as a party was passed due to a block vote from mining unions.
Stephen Guy, the chair of the Durham Miners’ Association, said that when it became apparent Durham Pride was under threat, he took it upon himself to “encourage the trade union movement to step up and do the right thing, and stand shoulder to shoulder with the LGBT+ community […] They not only raised funds for us, but came to our communities, uplifted our spirits when they were down, and showed their solidarity.”
“but shrouded black figures are scary!” not when ur muslim. its the funniest fucking thing. this is labeled on pinterest under shit like “classic horror” “scary phone wallpaper”
but that LITERALLY just looks like a niqabi or someone in a jilbab. Like Look at this pic of me (from a self photoshoot, now w/o the dramatic lighting and dark background)
or this pic of me
or this pic of me
like its so funny i can’t be scared of shrouded figures it just looks like me.
if i saw this i would just be like “Assalam alaikum sister, dope sword you got there”
I mean I think a part of the ‘scary background’ bit is the thing where the individual in question is staring directly at the viewer from a foggy pond in a dense forest. And also the literal burning halo
sounds like a normal Friday night. if a sister wants to go on a walk in the evening who am i to stop her. if she has a burning halo that’s the will of god.
I'm really trying hard to be a "It's everyone's first time learning something everyday" kind of guy but also if you don't know shit and you know you're, for whatever reason, a person who doesn't have context about something, why fucking talk. Like why are you talking. If you know you don't know what's being discussed why are you opining about it and getting confused when everyone is like, shut your empty headed mouth for the love of god? Are you ALSO learning for the first time that this is insufferable?? As though half the time these people aren't also insufferable pedants who'd blow a gasket if someone started talking about their loser hobbies wrong
"Here are my thoughts on this topic"
"You are completely off, you have gotten multiple basic facts wrong, you also lack x and y context"
"Well I didn't know that because I don't really involve myself in this topic" THEN SHUT UPPPPPPP OH MY GODDDDDDD
@mina-harkers-rosebush , making a very good point (as usual)
Three days ago, this beautiful baby girl (masa) was born. Her name signifies high value and beauty, and it suits her perfectly, for she is very beautiful and dear to all our hearts. She is my brother's second daughter, Iman's younger sister.
Despite the immense joy that has filled our hearts and the delight we feel at the arrival of this new member of our family, we are deeply saddened by the situation of this child and how she will grow up and live her life in Gaza, which is facing genocide.
Gaza is not safe, and this child was born in the worst place in the world. It's not her fault that she's a child who doesn't understand or feel anything, but she was born in Gaza. This is not easy at all. Here, formula, diapers, and all baby supplies are incredibly expensive, even more so than food and drink, due to their scarcity.
I implore you to support me, my family, and this beautiful child who survived a genocide. Please give this child a gift; consider her one of your own. She deserves it just like any other child in the world. Please donate now.
SCARY INMATE: welcome to the warriors prison what are you in for?
ME: flowing water, still rock. a sunlit meadow and a gentle breeze
GRUFF INMATE: she's one o' them poets! get 'er, lads!
[I swiftly dispatch them with a flurry of blows]
ME: even a delicate rose has thorns..
EFFETE INMATE: welcome to the poets prison what are you in for?
ME: what's it to ya?
WAIFISH INMATE: she's but a crude warrior! baffle her with poetry!
[I swiftly trounce them with graceful eloquence and beautiful prose]
ME: even a thorny bush has roses...
the hauntings of Andrew Wyeth
It seems that the Tumblr team has no other purpose than to delete, close, and attack the accounts of transgender people and Palestinians trying to survive genocide and ethnic cleansing in Gaza.
Two days ago, I was shocked to find that my blog, abdalsalam2000, had been deleted without warning and without me having done anything wrong, simply because I was asking for help from the Tumblr community. That blog was our only source of income that kept us alive in Gaza, and unfortunately, it was deleted by Tumblr employees.
In Gaza, we need at least $300 a day just to survive. After Tumblr deleted our account, this blog is all I have left. I hope you will help me by sharing this post, donating, and following this blog. Please, please help us and donate now.
Please help Nader regain his followers and the momentum he had before his previous blog was deleted. Please donate to him now and follow his blog.
Friends, please donate now! Your help is our only hope for survival. Please share this post widely and donate here now, please!
please donate to and share naders campaign!!
please help nader survive!
Thinking about THE GREEN KNIGHT recently
This is an anti-despair checkpoint! You must share something you're looking forward to before scrolling on.
currently explaining "chap hop" to a coworker. they weren't there. it feels like a hallucination
so back in the late 2000s/early 2010s a bunch of reddit white guys thought it would be epic and awesomesauce to tongue-in-cheekly "class up" rap music by performing as antiquated british gentlemen dandies and rapping about only the most distinguished subject matters (like the "nerdcore" craze but so much worse, genuinely) and that's how you got shit as radioactive as this
this godforsaken website is so white that i really should have foreseen real human bloggers shooting for chap hop in the big 2026
A sony laptop 1986.
the “sexy lamp test” but for disabled folks: if you can replace your disabled character with a beloved pet dog that needs an expensive surgery to survive then you have to throw out your manuscript
“The Family Dog” by Deaf artist Susan Dupor, 1991
Believe it or not, your internalized ableism probably DOES rub off onto others without you realizing it. I have always had extreme pain while walking ever since I could remember. My parents constantly told me it was because I never exercised enough, so I learned to just shut it down and be quiet.
I catch myself feeling weird and confused when someone else, “can’t just be quiet and suck it up too.” However, I never want to perpetuate that onto someone.
I remember how it felt to be holding back tears as it felt like my bones were going to snap. I remember how it felt when I stepped wrong and had to hold back a scream. That wasn’t fair to me, and it will never be fair to others.
Sometimes dismantling your self hate dismantles all hate.
