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YOU ARE THE REASON
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@theothershreya
archers gloves vs digital artist gloves being opposite of one another
Much like how archers and digital artists are mortal enemies
Behold, the digital artchery glove!
….but Wait…
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FUCKA YOUUU!!!!!
Ok but wgat if we held hands…..
and we both had carpal tunnel syndrome 😳
not carpal tunnel syndrome 😫
the difference between Reddit and twitter migrants is Reddit brings memes while twitter brought 2016 tumblr discourse.
#Jamie probably inspired Henry just like Roy inspired him when he was a kid. Don’t tell me Jamie’s number isn’t a 9 on purpose…
I'm like if a girl scared to make decisions had random episodes of impulsivity
Perform the Sleep action Without gaining the "Well Rested" status effect.
if you’re a new tumblr user from tiktok or IG or something and only like posts and dont reblog them yeah people will think you’re a bot and block you but you will also make this website actively worse. they want “algorithmic” users like you, served recommended posts through likes, not people who just follow each other and respond to the direct chronological feed. there is a reason this website is still better than the rest, even with all its problems, do not ruin this
ok i need to make this clearer: if you do not reblog posts and only like them you are contributing to this site actively getting worse and becoming like all the apps you hate. keep likes to things you just wanna keep off your blog. reblog everything else. ESPECIALLY fanart, which always needs a reblog.
and FYI: what i’m saying here is backed up by tumblr themselves. they admit this publicly.
if you want a good RECENT (as of the end of February 2022) overview of what is going on behind the scenes at tumblr, it is basically what i’ve been saying for years: the core staff is tiny, constantly not being listened to when they advocate for us, the community, and working there is a nightmare:
And how it can find itself again for a new generation.
Reblogging to encourage people instead of only liking is really not that fucking hard if you dont want people to be discouraged cuz their stuff get zero interactions and 99% useless likes and be driven off the Platform.
HELPFUL TIPS for those new to tumblr!!!
Reblogging is NOT “reposting”. It’s still tied to the original poster so don’t be afraid you’re “stealing” art or posts by reblogging them. Artists WANT you to reblog their stuff!
Make sideblogs! Last I checked the limit was 4 or 5 but that’s a good amount if you worry about reblogging too many disparate things.
And WHY is only liking making the site worse?
Basically, most current tumblr users Do Not Want Algorithms. We want posts in chronological order from only those we follow. We want to manually search tags to find new posts.
Only liking things from the “stuff for you” tab encourages tumblr to remove/mess with these features that we value.
I use likes like a bookmark, I reblog everything else. I'll dismiss or just not interact with a post I don't like/have no interest in. It's simple to do it that way, too.
How do you watch the richest man on Earth go to space for 10 minutes of his own amusement while using more CO2 than a billion people in a year instead of idk helping fight climate change or poverty and not immediately radicalize yourself
Reblog if your url is a representation of who you are
Yup. I’m a nobody
If you can’t make 0 note posts about things nobody else cares about with pride then where is the commitment to your authentic self
The ease of the slap, though
2020′s Top Art Styles
Artists on Tumblr: While you haven’t been able to show off your hard work at conventions and markets, you’ve made online a more fun and beautiful place to be for us all. <3
Illustration
Digital Art
Photography
Drawing
Comics
Painting
Sketch
Wordart
Character Design -8
Portrait -8
Traditional Art
Watercolor -9
Concept Art -8
Pixel Art -8
Anime Art -11
Sculpture -8
Embroidery -5
Landscape Photography
Fantasy Art -12
Collage -10
Impressionism -7
Realism -9
Film Photography -14
Graffiti -9
Street Photography -14
Sewing -5
Cross Stitch -7
2D Animation -9
Women Who Love Women Art
Expressionism -8
Creature Design -5
Gouache -5
Fashion Photography -17
Travel Photography -9
Mixed Media -5
Line Art
Oil Painting
Screenshot Redraw
Vintage Illustration
Modern Art
Self Portrait
Still Life
Cinemagraph -14
Acrylic -21
3D Model -28
Paleoart
Cute Art
Italian Art
Macro -21
Horror Art
The number in italics indicates how many spots a tag moved up or down from the previous year. The ones in bold weren’t on the list last year.
Thank you to all the artists, photographers, and craftspeople on Tumblr.
Listen, I’m part of the generation that uses humor to cope, I love all the memes about 2020 just as much as you guys do. I laugh at the “we got the real roaring 20′s”, “we wanted 2020 to be a movie but we got the wrong genre”, “we really thought 2020 would be our year” sardonic tweets.
But to the people like me, who really thought 2020 would be their year?
Love, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry you walked into this year with a smile and hope, and that smile immediately fell, and that hope was immediately crushed
I’m sorry that every day there’s something else, I’m sorry that you’re scared, I’m sorry that you’re angry, I’m sorry that you’re tired.
And I know, I know that you’re having a hard time hoping again. Trust me, I know.
But this year, Adam Castillejo became the second person to be cured of HIV
This year, James Patterson art up a fund to help Indie bookstores
This year, scientists finally managed to record the narwhal
This year, White Storks have hatched the first wild chicks in 600 years
This year, the worlds largest open-air gallery was opened with paintings by individuals with learning disabilities
This year, an eleven year old skateboarder landed the worlds first 1080 degree turn
This year, scientists mapped the entire surface of the moon for the first time ever
This year, Sweden and Austria closed their last coal plants
This year, White Tailed Eagles are spotted flying over England for the first time in 240 years
This year, NASA launched astronauts to a US space station for the first time since 2011
To all the people like me, who thought 2020 was their year: We’re here. We’re alive. The world will grow. The world will heal. Maybe 2020 isn’t our year of stress free fun and memories, but it can be our year to learn and stand up and fight, so that next year? We get everything we hoped for.
Don’t give up, don’t leave. There’s a world waiting for you.
I’ll be damned, Cupid’s demanding back his arrow. . “Was für eine Verschwendung” sagte er. . This is one of those posts where I attempt to write metaphors about certain people in the hopes that they one day come across this and trace it back to me; giving details only when necessary, but at the same time being just vague enough that a lot of people assume it’s about them , kinda like a modern pop star. I have, for a long time, believed in vomiting out my feelings for people. Being an avid follower of the “No Ragrets” movement, it is only natural that I should choose an Oopsie over a What If. I don’t seem to be learning any lessons here, though. Maybe there will come a time when I realize that not everyone likes to clean up messes. And that vomiting is only desirable when you’re not doing it on someone’s shoes at a red carpet event.
But Shreya - you ask, slightly miffed that you have to read through repetitions of the same thought which could’ve been avoided with two clear statements - why don’t you tell us about why this art you made is connected to what you’re attempting to clarify?
Inside Shreya’s Brain:
Cupid regrets shooting me with his arrow, having wasted time, energy and a perfectly good arrow on a 20 year old barely in charge of her bearings, changing her mind at the speed of a couple burning out of their love. (I’m working on the analogy).
Having realized what he has just done, he cannot help but weep. Maybe he also had a frustrating day detangling the Paparazzi away from his hair. And the fans. Oh god, not the fans. It’s not even Valentine’s day yet.
The demand is high, Cupid, gots to keep up the morale and not disappoint the mortals. Can’t risk Love having a bad name, it’s the only thing they have going on for them.
I’m not a big fan, Cupid. But you knew that. I’ve been cynical about your presence for four years now, still scathing from the time when you attacked me at my most confused. Now that you’ve left me tongue-tied, but not defeated, furiously typing cuss words to my friends in need, telling them I messed up big time, I cannot help but sympathize for you.
You and I both know that arrow was much better deserved on someone else, someone who was ready to fall hopelessly in a rut of mediocrity with a person they could temporarily put on a pedestal. Striking me with it is not going to win you anything. But you tried. We both knew the spell would wear off too soon and I will end up taking my hands off of the intended recipient’s eyes too soon, much too soon for them to process with a clear head, sending them either in a shock or an awkward limbo, but both awkward enough to let them never look at me in the eyes again. For better or worse.
I know the indecisiveness gets your throat. If I weren’t ready, why would I look wistfully at slow dancing people in the movies, make playlists for very niche situations, and learn the language of flowers? Seems a little counterproductive, doesn’t it?
That’s where you’re wrong, kiddo.
For every sigh I exhale learning how to waltz, there’s are at least two people in love I roll my eyes at. I like to call this practice, maintaining the balance. Look, Cupid, I’m a regular mortal. I enjoy having Ed Sheeran on the radio just as much as anyone else. Maybe a little more than my father, whose general distaste for Western music really shines through when travelling in the car.
I’m sorry if you were rooting for me. It’s cute how you never give up, though. I admire your perseverance. We’re not that different, you and I. I don’t think there’s any point carrying beef with me, though. We could be a team, we could be heroes. We could be something, which is more than what I can say about my potential love interests and I.
Join the cynical side, start caring less about your job and only meet the hours, working for someone else. Your life is not your own, welcome to the club. Maybe find someone who brings a spark momentarily, and get used to them for a brief period of time. Grow them out like a pair of great jeans you should’ve exercised for, but life and procrastination just got the better of you, and attach your whole sense of purpose to a habit that may or may not be good for you.
Sounds like the perfect weekend plan, if you ask me.
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Cupid has a heart He bears expectations I read in the papers His alleged conversations, And words by his haters
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Repeat after me, mistakes are memories and memories bring back memories bring back you.
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Open your eyes.
Look up to the sky
And seeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Shelf Esteem
not based on personal experiences. Using other people’s pain for my art. . My first kiss Felt a lot like a diss Why did he have to be so mean to someone he liked In the same breath, he’d compliment you, and then say, “Psych!” So instead of feeling the electricity, passion and heat I couldn’t help but think, This feels a lot like defeat Perhaps I was just a trophy for his highest shelf He had always thought of himself As a hurricane; maybe I was the wreck And my kiss just a medal to be worn around his neck.
