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that was fun
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@matzahball
For a second I didnât realize it meant âhighâ as in a stoner--I thought âHigh Geologistâ was like a rank of geologist or something and he was insulted you would challenge him to naming stones
great poast every oneđ
I have drawn him.... The High Geologist
decided to look on tumblr again after 8 million years because twitter's been shitting me, saw this post, 10/10
Iâll be honest.
I miss this place. Iâve been using the site since 2010 (when it was very different) and since then, basically every day unless I was too busy, I would read my entire dashboard until I got to the last post I saw the day before. I always assumed everybody did this, because why follow people if you donât want to see their posts? (Thatâs also why I tried to not follow too many blogs).
Then a few months ago I just stopped doing that. For the last three months I have barely even glanced at the site, sometimes Iâll just look at the first page of my dash but thatâs about it. Itâs hard to invest myself in a community that used to mean a lot to me - and not just because the majority of my mutuals are on twitter and Instagram. I like those sites a lot, but tumblr really was a good blogging system despite the bugs and puzzling decisions. Thereâs no character limit, itâs easy to categorise posts to find them again later. I was excited about pillowfort but that kind of failed to engage me as well (my dashboard averages 3 posts a month and I lost interest) But even writing this, now, feels like a chore. And Iâm not even going to get started on the discourse and toxicity that makes me reluctant to engage with anything on here anymore - but even that seems to have been muted in the past year.
Iâm far from the only one, although most people just gradually quit. For me, it does feel weird after nearly 10 years to not come here first to talk about anything exciting in my life after using this like a diary for longer than any other website (hey how about Waver being the MC of his own show now, amazing), and to continually forget to upload stuff to my site blogs that I put up elsewhere instantly. And Iâm genuinely even wondering how many of my followers are actually still here.
I had a lot of anon followers who used to send me messages who I always wonder about. Are they still around? Did they also lose interest in tumblr? Are they ok? Will I ever know?
Thereâs not much point to this post, tbh. I have good memories here and I made some great friends who are still my friends. I just think it might finally be time for me to say goodbye, for actual realsies.
Sewing commission for private client.
Size: Volks Dollfie Dream Sister (SS-Bust)
Contents: Shirt, trousers, sweater, cape, socks, necktie, strap, book.
The cape connects to the collar of the sweater with metal hooks and hidden thread loops, to keep it in place.
Character costume of Waver Velvet/Lord El-Melloi II from âFate // Grand Orderâ.
WHEN U SPOT A MISTAKE ON A DRAWING IMMEDIATELY AFTER POSTING IT
nobody on tumblr knows how to just enjoy a bad movie it always has to be some secret masterpiece that the critics just donât understand or some other wild shit
to be fair I donât think anyone here knows how to enjoy anything
I do this thing where if i have to go to a family event where I will be expected to be a girl I pretend I am a SPY and I am IN DISGUISE AS A TEEN GIRL and my mission is to EXTRACT INFORMATION FROM MY GRANDPARENTS without giving away my real identity. works every time.
your dress and makeup is now a DISGUISE
your âbirth nameâ is now an ALIAS
getting told by your parents to be nice and not yell at anyone being racist is MISSION BRIEFING
your entire extended family are now FOREIGN DIGNITARIES and you gotta make it thru the evening without being discovered as a RADICAL SPY
carrying a small water pistol and one of those fake-lipstick pens in your purse helps to get in the zone. the best part of being a spy is the nifty gadgets everyone knows that.
BONUS if you have to bring a friend of another gender with you to pretend to be your boyfriend. you are both PARTNER SPIES and one of you has to be the cranky but soft-hearted veteran and the other has to be the endearingly-assholeish rookie.Â
Seems like actually a great way to deal with dysphoria
Shout-out to all the spies who are faced with the worldâs most difficult missions.
This is the best coping strategy I have ever seen.
Bringing this back for pride month.
This is the advanced level of Annoying Relative Bingo. Sharing for anyone who needs it. GOOD LUCK SPIES WEâRE CHEERING FOR YOU
one of the most fucked up things about the internet is how it has given us so many new ways to self harm that we donât even realize is self harm. itâs something iâve seen getting addressed little by little recently, as itâs finally being recognized for what it is.
itâs the kind of addictive behaviour we engage in that doesnât actually benefit us in any way, such as:
- Reading The Comments
- ruthless discourse that wonât accomplish anything
- checking up on people and topics you shouldnât
- 90% of body image stuff
- constant stream of devastating news
and so on, and so on!!
there are suddenly far less barriers and boundaries between our hearts and the entire rest of the constant, churning world, and sometimes the only thing holding us back from pointless hurt is our own willpower. thatâs not always gonna be enough.
we feel shame for turning off anon, for blocking those who hurt us without giving them a âfair chanceâ first, for leaving a discussion, for leaving a space, for going offline, for missing out. we keep martyring ourselves, and for what? our hearts are not made for this.
weâre still adapting to whatever internet culture is and does to us. remember to breathe and forgive yourself every once in a while.
small steps you can take to get out of cycles (or at least what helped me):
- take stock of just how much time, energy and emotion you pour into something that doesnât give back, and find out whatâs Gotta Go
- âiâm only going to check this thing ONCE a dayâ, then week, then month, but at that point you probably no longer have a strong compulsion to Check
- âiâm not going to check this upsetting thing right before bed, because it will just make it hard to sleepâ
- âiâm not going to check this upsetting thing first thing in the morning, because itâll ruin my whole dayâ
- forgive yourself if you fail!!!!! just breathe. take a walk
our hearts are not made for this
This is so important.
I only have this preview for my Valentineâs Hildegarde cosplay but I love it so you all have to see it.
âthe average woman owns 16 brasâ well shit i didnt know the average woman was made of money
did you mean like⌠in her life
#âaverage woman owns 16 brasâ factoid actualy just statistical error. average woman owns 0 bras.#Bras Georg who lives in cave & buys over 10000 each day is an outlier adn should not have been countedÂ
@werewolf-boi how dare you hide this in your tags
Iâm right and I should say it
Wait. How are peoples with siblings greeting eachother then?
âHeyâ
âHeyâ
âHey Dork.â
âI am not a dork.â
âYes you are. And mom wants to talk to you.â
âWhats up buttholesâ
âShut up Loserâ
âHey maaaanâ
âHey maaaaanâ
Or
âHey stoop-stoopsâ
âNoâ
âWho are you?â
âHey shitheadâ
âHey dickfaceâ
âWhaddup slutâ
*Hey âname of siblingâ* *Get out of my room*
âHey nerdâ âWhat do you wantâ
âSup bitchâ
âFuck offâ
*steps into the room and stares at them until they notice and stare back for a solid 15 seconds, neither of you move a muscle*
âwhatâ
âwhat do you want for dinnerâ
That last one!!!
creepypasta titles r like: âmy ass got slapped in the forest⌠there was no one thereâ âi ate a handful of sand in the 4th grade, and iâll never do it againâ âmy dad went to a casinoâ
okay
this is honestly how some of yâall sound
officer, thatâs my emotional support two-liter of vodka lemonade
You joke, but I have seen this take unironically on this very clown college textbook depository of a website
*magical girl transformation but i turn into this*
Sarazanmai (dir. Kunihiko Ikuhara, 2019)
reblog this and in the tags, write the band that comes to mind first when you think back to being 13 years old