we were family pulled from the flood

Rhys | they/them | occasionally creative multifandom mess

[the9muses]

god bless college radio

[the9muses]

working with middle schoolers has put…a lot into perspective for me.

[mon3trs]

i miss her (ttrpg character i barely got to play)

[chromaticshift]

i miss her (ttrpg character i never got to play)

[justdrawtheworld]

I miss her (ttrpg character)

[7244395]

“You gotta make a decision leave tonight or live and die this way” is such a raw line you’d think it was from Tracy Chapman’s fast car. And it is in fact from Tracy Chapman’s fast car.

[noah-wyles]

trans women, i love you.

you were a woman yesterday. you're a woman today. you're a woman tomorrow. you're a woman forever.

trans women have existed long before those stuffy bigots sitting in a court room have. trans women will continue to exist long after they're dead and rotting in the earth.

[technovillain]

Happy Neil Day! Please enjoy the very rare alternate Neil images!

[aropride]

(so mad i can’t see straight) Yeah i just don’t think chat gpt is a good classroom tool

[jstor]

Before there was Moo Deng, there was William.

This little blue hippopotamus, known affectionately as William, has been a fan favorite at The Metropolitan Museum of Art for over a century. Dating back to Egypt’s Middle Kingdom (c. 1961–1878 BCE), William was likely placed in tombs to offer protection in the afterlife.

His bright faience glaze and lotus decorations connect him to the Nile’s waters—but don’t let his charm fool you! Ancient Egyptians knew that hippos were both revered and feared, making William a powerful symbol. He epitomizes the Egyptian craftsmanship of the era.

Take a closer look at William on JSTOR.

Image: Hippopotamus (William), ca. 1961–1878 B.C. Faience. The Metropolitan Museum of Art.

[brisim-claimhte]

There is also this lil guy from the Pre-Dynastic Period in the Ashmolean Museum!

[dekastelein]

Not in the Egyptian domain at all, but I saw this delightfully rotund creature and the bowl-carrying hedgehog in the museum of archaeology in Athens and thought to share

[thedickcavettshow]

Daily schedule:

Wake up on the problematic side of the bed

Eat a harmful breakfast

Log onto tumblr and reblog posts from abusive mutuals

Attend narcissistic classes

Watch an irredeemable movie

Listen to offensive music

Eat a cancelled dinner

Go to sleep derogatorily

Have dreams that will have aged poorly by the time I wake up

[the9muses]

writing fic again. nature healing etc etc

[krea2re]

one of my finals :) i made a full title sequence for iwtv youtube link

[the9muses]

this is maybe the wrong time for an identity crisis

[maxknightley]

they call me the nuance lover because I love nuance

[maxknightley]

but only sometimes, of course. it's not always appropriate.

[the9muses]

yeah i’m great!! no don’t look at my letterboxd

[chocolatecakecas]

damn we got 2022 tomorrow

[certifiedgirlthing]

Damn we got 2023 tomorrow.

[spottedbread]

damn we got 2024 tomorrow

[churchofthestarrychildren]

damn we got 2025 tomorrow

[theotherwesley]

He was as tall as he was tall, and his eyes were the color they were. To describe his hair one would say that he had some. His face had all the features you'd expect, and none of the ones you wouldn't. "There he is," people would often say of him, but only when he was there. And they were right.

[teaboot]

Douglas Adams ass type sexyman

[presentlydean]

online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.

and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.

there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't think anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.

i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.