Welcome
You can call me Pink.
(They/Them) and very queer
DMs are open
Never mind flattery or flirting
Send whatever asks
I do a lot of programming stuff; I'm on GitHub.
Cohost! (RIP)
WAFRN (wafrn.thepinkhacker.com)
More info after break.
i don't do bad sauce passes
occasionally subtle
KIROKAZE
Not today Justin
Mike Driver
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Discoholic 🪩
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year

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shark vs the universe
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Cosmic Funnies
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Product Placement

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@the-pink-hacker
Welcome
You can call me Pink.
(They/Them) and very queer
DMs are open
Never mind flattery or flirting
Send whatever asks
I do a lot of programming stuff; I'm on GitHub.
Cohost! (RIP)
WAFRN (wafrn.thepinkhacker.com)
More info after break.
its fun to remember we can use the big text if we want. bonjour motherfuckers. i'm posting loud as hell now.
hey everypony. can you direct me to the nonfiction birding books. thanks.
check out the mourning doves’ new single “hooOOOO hoo hoo hoo” if you get the chance. sound of the summer.
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oh wait this is EXTRAORDINARILY delightful. this isn’t a case of Blorbo From My Shows this is Henrietta Pickles From My Porch
As a Brazilian who speaks English I love scaring the shit out of USAmericans by seamlessly switching from my natural Brazilian accent in English to a perfect California accent. English is my second language, so I naturally speak it with a Brazilian accent, but I lived in LA for 4 years. That wasn’t enough time to erase my Brazilian accent, but it was long enough for me to master a mockery of California girl English to an extent that when I randomly switch into it, USAmericans look at me like I’m some sort of uncanny valley mannequin that suddenly gained life. They look so unnerved by it
It makes them self conscious to watch this switch happen, because when I put on that American accent after speaking with my natural Brazilian accent, they suddenly become aware of their own pronunciation quirks they’d never realized before
When I was in LA I dated this girl who’d been born and raised in the city and she asked me to stop doing this because it made her self conscious about her own accent 😂 it actually made her upset
And I’ve always learned English by mimicry. When I was in Brazil learning it, I’d watch shows in English and simply copy the lines of characters.
So when I got to LA I did the same thing. If one of my friends pronounced a certain word differently from me, I’d repeat it back at them in their accent so I could learn it. Sometimes it was entire sentences
They fucking HATED that. Not because they found it annoying but because it made them hyper aware of how they pronounced certain words and it’d stick with them for days
I really liked the design of these fellas
Trace amounts of Monica in my life
A statistically insignificant level of Monica in my life
My life manufactured in a facility that also processes Monica
Computa… show me trans people kissing…
woa… world is full of so many beautiful possibilities
Computa show me trans man transition timeline…
Woa..
Computa show me trans woman transition timeline…
Woa..
the world at my fingertips
Computa tell prev they r so real for that
This was also a good one
RULES FOR DATING MY DAUGHTER:
my daughter cannot, through action or inaction, harm a human or allow a human to come to harm
a daughter at rest or in constant motion remains at rest or in constant motion unless acted upon by another force
daughters are never created or destroyed, only transformed
always treat every daughter as loaded, even if you know she isn't
you do not talk about my daughter
Even though it was dark out, and all the hot teens who kill people were locked in their chambers, I somehow managed to leave mine undetected, sliding my skinny little Polly Pocket body through the edges of my vaulted door. I moved Taylor Sw*ftly, heading towards the one place that gave me comfort in this hellhole of a prison: the library. Where no one ever went except for me because I'm different and quirky and like to lead. The library was off limits to prisoners, and even though it held all of Tic Tac's ancient history, for some reason it was uninteresting to everyone in the realm. But not to me. The smell of black mold and asbestos and 300-year old dust clouded my senses, welcoming me like a bouncer at a club as I made my way through the candle-lit fire hazard shelves. "Now I'm quite certain you're not supposed to be here" a silky low one hundred thousand dollar sounding voice called from behind my bony shoulder. I jumped, almost tripping over my silly little baby bird feet as I turned. The prince, who was not in his usual formal attire, but in a pair of Buzz Lightyear spaceship pajamas, was standing before me towering overly like the Hulk. The candle light danced across his chiseled jawline and his dark brown fusilli curls fell in front of sleepy blue orbs. It made Cornhole look almost…human. I gathered my shock, praying that the split second I faltered he didn't notice. But the way the corners or his mouth turned upward like the Cheshire Cat told me he did. "And I thought you couldn't read! But look at that, here we are," I said, hiding the ancient tome I had pulled from the shelf behind by stick thin body as I tried to casually move out of his gaze. He stepped closer, pressing his ice cube tray abs against my small frame and giant rack. His breath was warm and damp like a dog as he laced a large hand behind my waist grabbing onto the book in my hands. He smiled. His dentine teeth shining in the dark as his lapis lazuli eyes flicked to my mouth. "I could have you killed you know." My stomach slut dropped, aching for him to rip my insides open and wear me like a tracksuit. "Do it," I breathed. The words leaking out of me like an anxious girl with IBS. He growled, low and guttural, like he was about to devour me whole as he leaned into my uncooked linguine hair. "Tempting," he whispered, pulling back and taking the book from me in one quick swoop. "But I think I'll wait. Who knows what you'll get up to alive." He winked at me like a car salesman and moonwalked out the door, leaving me standing there star struck and empty-handed. What the hell was that??
I’m gonna propose “I guess you haven’t read the silmarillion then :/” as a default response to anyone not understanding a reference to something obscure. even if it’s not remotely Tolkien related. I want to build up a perception that perhaps the sum total of human knowledge is contained in the silmarillion
This is the polar opposite of this:
XKCD and Tumblr once again providing weapons I cannot use
fifa kills whales 💔
He's suing them over it for $25M.
Wyland has said any financial recovery from the suit would support public art, ocean conservation, and environmental education through his foundation.
"This should have been an opportunity to show the world that global sports, public art, and environmental stewardship can stand together," he said. "Instead, a landmark was painted over. We want to do our part to make sure that what happened here does not become the standard for how public art is treated in cities across America."
Guys 2014 is in two months
big day for tumblr sexyman enjoyers and weird fags everywhere
so i’ve eliminated my phone from the “staying up all night” equation by getting an alarm clock and charging said phone in another room, but this resulted in a second, secret problem of staying up too late drawing because i still had my tablet. i don’t wanna move my tablet to another room as well because i like having a little bit of drawing time before bed so for about a week i was like….. oh i’ll just force myself off at the correct time eventually. one of these days that will happen.
but last night realized i'm never gonna just gain the willpower to curb my bad habits at random, that’s the entire reason i took the phone out of the room, so i just. set my tablet to turn completely greyscale from 12:30am to 8am to prevent me from staying up all night drawing. and guess who actually fucking went to bed the second his tablet turned grey.
moral of the story and a lesson i think everyone can take from this is don’t expect yourself to just get over your bad habits through sheer force of will. it won’t fucking happen. instead make them as annoying as possible to continue. make them completely unsatisfying. sabotage your bad habits.
My ass would be learning to draw in black and white
october 19th 2027 will contain an entire month within itself called "freakvember"