Holy shit this got really funny to really sad really quick
rebump
oh my god it’s the real one. I’m so used to the stupid Skyrim edit.

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Not today Justin

Kaledo Art
todays bird
Misplaced Lens Cap
Game of Thrones Daily

oozey mess
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
dirt enthusiast
occasionally subtle
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blake kathryn

ellievsbear
i don't do bad sauce passes
RMH

if i look back, i am lost
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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@themightyzan
Holy shit this got really funny to really sad really quick
rebump
oh my god it’s the real one. I’m so used to the stupid Skyrim edit.
I’ve seen this a million times and every time I forget what’s coming
I FUCKIN HATE/LOVE THIS
This post is making me crawl within my skin a little bit.
The Blue Spirit putting out firebending with a bucket of water is the absolute funniest thing ever done in avatar combat. It just is.
oh my god @murple
[original post] Recently it was the 36th GLAAD Media Awards. Dragon Age: The Veilguard won the award in the category of Outstanding Video Game! [source] “The GLAAD Media Awards recognize and honor media for their fair, accurate and inclusive representations of the lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and queer (LGBTQ) community and the issues that affect their lives.”
Text in image reads:
"Outstanding Video Game [nominees] - Caravan SandWitch (Studio Plane Toast / Dear Villagers) - Dragon Age: The Veilguard (BioWare / Electronic Arts) – WINNER - Dread Delusion (Lovely Hellplace / DreadXP) - Dustborn (Red Thread Games / Spotlight by Quantic Dream) - Fear the Spotlight (Cozy Game Pals / Blumhouse Games) - Life is Strange: Double Exposure (Deck Nine / Square Enix) - Minds Beneath Us (BearBone Studio) - Paper Mario: The Thousand-Year Door (Intelligent Systems / Nintendo) - Sorry We’re Closed (à la mode games / Akupara Games) - Until Then (Polychroma Games / Maximum Entertainment)"
taxidermy for trophies: boring, its just bragging about an animal you hunted whatever
taxidermy like THIS:
genius, incredible, a marvel to look at
“Wouldst thou like to live comfortably?”
Things I didn't know I needed to know
Taash Week 2025 - Shokra Toh Ebra
I can't believe I woke up to Trick Weekes having talked about Solas' kinks in a twitch stream
I got to meet Dolly Parton today. My life is pretty much complete.
In every generation there is a chosen one…
This is what happens when you’re still on tumblr as an adult, you start reblogging shit like this
they hate each other.
Rook: Viago! Viago: We thought you could use a hand. Fire!
I have been thinking a lot about what a cancer diagnosis used to mean. How in the ‘80s and ‘90s, when someone was diagnosed, my parents would gently prepare me for their death. That chemo and radiation and surgery just bought time, and over the age of fifty people would sometimes just. Skip it. For cost reasons, and for quality of life reasons. My grandmother was diagnosed in her early seventies and went directly into hospice for just under a year — palliative care only. And often, after diagnosis people and their families would go away — they’d cash out retirement or sell the house and go live on a beach for six months. Or they’d pay a charlatan all their savings to buy hope. People would get diagnosed, get very sick, leave, and then we’d hear that they died.
And then, at some point, the people who left started coming back.
It was the children first. The March of Dimes and Saint Jude set up programs and my town would do spaghetti fundraisers and raffles and meal trains to support the family and send the child and one parent to a hospital in the city — and the children came home. Their hair grew back. They went back to school. We were all trained to think of them as the angelic lost and they were turning into asshole teens right in front of our eyes. What a miracle, what a gift, how lucky we are that the odds for several children are in our favor!
Adults started leaving for a specific program to treat their specific cancer at a specific hospital or a specific research group. They’d stay in that city for 6-12 months and then they’d come home. We fully expected that they were still dying — or they’d gotten one of the good cancers. What a gift this year is for them, we’d think. How lucky they are to be strong enough to ski and swim and run. And then they didn’t stop — two decades later they haven’t stopped. Not all of them, but most of them.
We bought those extra hours and months and years. We paid for time with our taxes. Scientists found ways for treatment to be less terrible, less poisonous, and a thousand times more effective.
And now, when a friend was diagnosed, the five year survival odds were 95%. My friend is alive, nearly five years later. Those kids who miraculously survived are alive. The adults who beat the odds are still alive. I grew up in a place small enough that you can see the losses. And now, the hospital in my tiny hometown can effectively treat many cancers. Most people don’t have to go away for treatment. They said we could never cure cancer, as it were, but we can cure a lot of cancers. We can diagnose a lot of cancers early enough to treat them with minor interventions. We can prevent a lot of cancers.
We could keep doing that. We could continue to fund research into other heartbreaks — into Long Covid and MCAS and psych meds with fewer side effects and dementia treatments. We could buy months and years, alleviate the suffering of our neighbors. That is what funding health research buys: time and ease.
Anyway, I’m preaching to the choir here. But it is a quiet miracle what’s happened in my lifetime.
I didn't expect that at all 😺🤣
This interview is OVER!
We are truly living in the future