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lol not me getting led on by a lad for like 2 months for him to turn around n be like “yeah i met someone i have a gf now ahaha”
this is why i dont like lads lmaooo
but yeah kissed my genderfluid friend last week and aaaaaaaaa did a bitch catch feelings after one kiss???? possibly.......
got led on the ghosted by another mf person n pretty sure theres a boy leading me on rn n im trying not to get attached but i do rlly like him n ugh love times like this i wish i was aro istg
i give up on my love life
so the person i have liked for like 2 years straight told me they liked me back like 3 weeks ago, then calls shit off w me n immediately gets with this girl that weve all known for like 2 weeks n shes giving the entire friend group bad vibes, but the person is still my best mate but its hard to be supportive when they fucked me over and gets with someone that seems off but no one can place why she seems off
and 2 months later theyre still together n im still single and hurt by it but oh well guess ill keep supressing my sadness so i dont lose my best mate
like me n them are rlly good at communicating normally but with this it feels like its too late now to bring it up n ill just seem bitter about it and start an argument. like i cant lose my best mate but i cant keep supressing my emotions bc every time i see them together it just makes me sad and angry but i should be happy for them UGH
Hey remember when US and Russia was all like “We’re the best!!! We’ve won the space race!!!!” But India sent a kick-ass space probe to Mars and the whole mission was fuel efficient, costed less and a roaring success in the first try and then they were like “…..wait no that can’t be true” and still have the audacity to call us “underdeveloped” or only view us as a ‘third world country’? :)
For anyone who needs more info, the probe was called Mangalyaan (which literally means space probe vehicle) or Mars Orbiter Mission (MOM) and you can also get more information here and here
Remember when NYT mocked India for this very thing and an TOI (a major indian newspaper) responded with this? :)
They were being racist asf and we were till respectful literally fuck you if you think ‘third world counties’ can’t be better than you
white people can and should reblog this
and shout out to the women engineers integral to the launch
“Indian staff from the Indian Space Research Organisation celebrate after the Mars Orbiter Spacecraft entered Mars’s orbit.
On November 5, 2013, a rocket launched toward Mars. It was India’s first interplanetary mission, Mangalyaan, and a terrific gamble. Only 40 percent of missions sent to Mars by major space organizations—NASA, Russia’s, Japan’s, or China’s—had ever been a success. No space organization had succeeded on its first attempt. What’s more, India’s space organization, ISRO, had very little funding: while NASA’s Mars probe, Maven, cost $651 million, the budget for this mission was $74 million.
This was not the only success of the mission. An image of the scientists celebrating in the mission control room went viral. Girls in India and beyond gained new heroes: the kind that wear sarees and tie flowers in their hair, and send rockets into space.”
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i drew tubbo again i shall post in the morning istg when i go to draw im like HMMM YES GOAT BOY OH SHIT I DREW TUBBO AGAIN adds a bee for good measure
Too Good to be True
Tubbo stands on the walls of the outpost, staring out at the twinkling lights of Las Nevadas in the not-too-distant distance. His binoculars are ramshackle, but they are more for the aesthetic than function at this point. It is not exactly hard to see out that far from across the river.
The outpost was almost therapeutic for Tubbo. It gave him something to do, to work on the walls, to raise them higher - or to spy out into the snow-covered sand. Las Nevadas was a threat; something to keep an eye on, a problem to try to solve. He needed a problem to solve. Things had been going too good for Tubbo, for too long. It is a strange thought, and yet it is true - there has not been a long period of peace for Tubbo in a very, very long time. It was not the way of his life to have things go well.
— Tubbo was brought into the early days of the Disc Wars, and in the short era of relative chaotic peace, he often found himself losing every pet he’d had. The country he was trying to help build was betrayed, and he was the first to die. And then his best friend lost another life, and was standing on Death’s door. Things settled with the founding of the country, but there was work to do yet. People to welcome, courts to build, leverage to gain with swords and leather. And then the elections came, and things once again spiraled. Tommy and Wilbur were ripped away from him, and he was pulled close against Schlatt’s side - forced into a life of double agency; one side, the country he’d worked so hard to build, and the other, the people to whom he was closest and the spirit of his nation. The tightrope he walked was thin, and shaken on both sides. The Festival was work, but it was peace, and it was hope. Until yellow concrete closed in around him, and Techno’s promise of a quick death was not quick enough. Now he stood on Death’s door himself, but there was no time to mourn himself. Wilbur’s madness had put Techno and Tommy against each other for HIS sake, and Tubbo had to shut down his pain to keep them all from falling apart.
—
Movement across the river. Tubbo raised the binoculars again. Quackity. The man himself, standing on the peak, staring back. Binoculars wouldn’t have worked for the man, but the sleek handheld telescope did, and Tubbo and Quackity stared through their lenses at each other. Daring the other to make the first move.
—
The revolution had taken so much planning, and brought only more pain. Schlatt died of his own accord. Neither Wilbur nor Tommy wanted to rule the land they’d just fought for, and suddenly Tubbo found himself President. And the first thing to happen under his rule was an assassination by an ally, and an explosion of TNT, set off by the very man who’d handed him that first jacket, so long ago. And then Wilbur died to Philza’s hand, and they never could ask him why. He had no time to himself. He had a country to run - a crater to fill, a nation to rebuild from the ashes. And then Tommy (and Ranboo) set fire to the home of the king of the Dream SMP, and Tubbo was faced with an impossible choice. Torn between morals, and loyalty. Tubbo made the impossible choice, the only one he could have made, and no one supported him in it. He held Tommy’s compass close to his heart at all times - but even that small comfort was denied him, the world itself moving to destroy the tie to his dearest friend. And then the Butcher Army moved - Quackity’s brainchild, but Tubbo’s order. They faced the Blade, and they failed, in ways Tubbo still cannot explain. It cost Quackity a life, and Tubbo respect as President. He goes to find his friend, fed up with all of this, and finds only a ruin and a tower. There is not even anything left to mourn.
—
Finally, they seemed to reach an agreement. The viewfinders lowered at the same time, and it was just eyes. One clear and one damaged eye, each - fireworks and pickaxes both left their marks. Quackity had once been an ally. A dear friend, even. But Tubbo is no stranger to betrayal. It is almost easier to face a foe than a friend, at this point.
—
And then Tommy was alive, and was standing at Technoblade’s side. Tubbo once again had to choose between morals and loyalty, and the choice was as impossible as the first was. They tried a festival. After all, Tubbo knew how deadly they can be. He wanted to use his own pain to advantage, for once. It went almost as wrong as it can. He gained back his friend, but lost everyone, and then they all lost everything. Doomsday came, and the people abandoned him. He was worse than the men who destroyed his country, in their eyes. So Tubbo must leave, and build home anew. There was one last battle to fight, for the discs yet. One last stand with his friend. They both stared Death in the face. He should have died. He was supposed to die. It was supposed to be his turn to rest. But even that was taken from him by a flaring Nether portal, and an army. They stood by him, now, when they would not before.
—
Quackity offers a sarcastic salute before turning on his heel, marching back down the hill. Tubbo watches him leave before he, too, turns away from the wall. The field spreads out below him. The wheat and cocoa beans for cookies. Ranboo making this place actually function as its cover story. Ranboo. The one thing to go right in Tubbo’s life. He is still waiting for the other shoe to fall with him.
—
Tubbo threw himself into the building of weapons so strong, he might finally feel safe in mutually assured destruction. (Even unknown, his pain continued - his weapon was nearly the end of his friend, right under his nose.) And then Tommy diddie, in the prison, at the hands of the man who was supposed to kill Tubbo. Everything they did, everything Tubbo did, was not enough to save him. A weapon went missing. Paranoia flared in Tubbo, but at least the only way to activate it is a dead man’s switch. Something only a man as ready for death as Tubbo would install. He was still learning to mourn Tommy when he emerged, alive. Elation was tempered in pain, tempered in logic.
—
Things had been quiet for too long. Even Wilbur’s return, the shock that it was, has not yet caused trouble besides the act itself. And Tubbo….doesn’t like that. So he spies on Las Nevadas. So he stands up to Quackity, his old friend, and threatens him with nuclear weapons. So he puffs himself up and throws himself at problems. Tubbo visits his son, and his husband, and they are his anchors. But an itch at the back of his brain pulls him back into danger. The young man has forgotten how to live a quiet life. He does not know what it means to be at peace. Tubbo will not be caught off guard again. Peace is too good to be true.
guys: pearl just said that she doesn’t want her real name out there, and wants to keep it “moderately private.” she also thinks that those ‘real face hermit’ videos break boundaries sometimes (”why do you want to know that? you don’t need to know that.”)
(this conversation happens ~1:03 mark on pearl’s stream on 27/07/21!)
These make me very happy inside. Plus size mannequins for men, it seems like a fairy tale.
this is awesome and i wish you saw it w lady mannequins too but i clicked on hairypigcub’s blog and it literally says ‘cannibalism fetish’ in the bio
Anyways, ignoring the cannibalism fetish, there are plus size female mannequins as well, Nike uses them sometimes!
These ones from Target too
There should be more in the world, but they’re definitely out there. Anyways. Now we can address the cannibalism fetish if yall really want to,
How are we supposed to leave tumblr when sentences like “anyway, ignoring the cannibalism fetish,” exist
Yall what happen to op?
my god,, no,,, hairypigcub what did you do?
For the Meme
I miss cannibal tumblr
Ok but L'manburg was destined to die from the start. Why? Because it was Wilbur's creation.
Hear me out, Angel of Death Philza Minecraft marries and fucks The Goddess of Death, who gives birth to a son, who, beacuse of it's ascendancy, is destined to bring death to everything he touches.
Everything Wilbur interacted/interacts with ends up dead, let it be physically or psychologically; L'manburg, Tommy, Tubbo, Dream, Niki, Fundy, etc. A part of everyone died with Wilbur.
You're forgetting one teensy little thing, anon
this is Wilbur's mother...the fridge.
now, the thing about fridges is that they keep fresh that which is dead from the start. they keep away the natural decomposition, the rot that usually follows death.
It's not that a part of everyone died with Wilbur. They were already doomed from the start, doomed by the endless cycle of violence and revenge and turmoil that began long, long before Wilbur created that drug van on the server. What Wilbur and his hotdog van did was freeze the decay of the people he influenced, grouping them together in the metaphorical vegetable drawer so that they stayed fresh and united in a small, tight-knit group for a short while, perhaps still dead but at least not rotting, away from the heated depths of the Dream Team's microwave.
However, as we all know, sometimes staying in that fridge for too long has the opposite effect...freezer burn.
if food stays in the freezer for too long, it can lose moisture and become damaged, losing their fresh quality. no matter what you do, that meat is still doomed.
a fridge is simply that which delays the inevitable.
the fridge is Limbo itself.
joy get off the computer and take a nap
DRUNK BLUE IS HERE TO SAY THAT MY DMS ARE ALWAYS OPEN IF ANYONE EVER NEEDS TO VENT BC I LOVE YALL AND I WANT YALL TO BE OKAY
every day I wake up and get told, with confidence, that my minecraft streamers who have cultivated the most diverse and accepting gaming community on the the internet right now are horrible irredeemable people and that the flourishing community of neurodivergent queer kids that looks up to them and is openly supported by them are idiots for daring to enjoy creators who’ve made mistakes in their lives, because none of you people bother to look further than whatever’s on the loudest callout doc when it’s about something cringey
LITERALLY how do you look at this enormous, worldwide, gen z fandom of queer leftist neurodivergents who jump to cancel creators for stepping even a hair out of line and then read a couple badly written google docs with blurry screenshots from half a year ago and conclude we’re all bigots!! make it make sense bestie!!!
these creators and their characters’ stories and this community have taught me more about openmindedness and learning to see perspective and developing healthy attitudes towards life than ANY of your stupid callout docs. branding us as fans of those “racist white men” is more harmful to us, actual minorities, and our reputation as kids struggling for acceptance than anything else. we could be revolutionizing gaming circles but the larger gaming/streaming community hates us for who we are and meanwhile the larger fandom community hates us because of misinformation and stereotypes. leave us ALONE
how do i turn off replies
^^^^ 100%
Me: glancing at the notes
People in the notes are legit telling dsmp fans to kill themselves and they think they’re in the right huh
i don’t see mcyt antis raising $100k for the trevor project in one night (and making consistent large donations from then on). not to mention the countless other charity streams which are constantly ongoing
i don’t see mcyt antis being so obsessively committed to social justice that they go too far and try and cancel the ccs that they themselves like over harmless jokes. trust us, mcyt fans are the exact opposite of what you think they are.
i don’t see mcyt antis doing anything at all to support minority creators, actually. nothing harms female/poc/lgbt/etc creators more than people who write them all off as racist white men. i’m sure all the ccs who don’t fit your preconceived notions of “minecraft youtuber” are thrilled to be completely ignored like this all of the time.
is it a nice community? fuck no, i’m not stupid. it’s toxic as hell, especially on twitter. but is it bigoted? also no. not in the slightest. we’re talking about a community that went after their own ccs for things as mundane as making jokes about having a lesbian’s fashion sense.
they genuinely just want to come for dream’s throat at all costs even if that means deliberately and maliciously ignoring the diversity that actually DOES exist in this community. and don’t even come for me calling me a dream stan because i have watched exactly one of that man’s videos in my life and i don’t plan on watching more. there is so much more diversity in content creation than you guys are willing to believe, and by perpetuating the lie that they’re all cishet white men you are doing FAR more damage to minority creators than we ever have.
I did not write this, but I second it
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Non-Filipinos can reblog this btw
Yep.
If you’ve ever spoken to a Tagalog speaker, they may have trouble with pronouns in English. My parents came over as professionals that are fluent in English. They speak English 70% of the time. They’ve lived in the US for nearly 50 years and they still fuck up pronouns.
This is because there is no “he” or “she”. There’s just siya which encompasses both (all) genders.
everyday i log on and have to read the words you post
im being persecuted for speaking the truth. this is how jesus christ felt
call me judas because im about to give a kiss and then send you to your certain death
if you do i’ll ascend to heaven and you will be trapped in a prison of your own making, awaiting the hell that you know will be your fate.
“trapped in a prison of your own making.” you fool. everyday i wake up is another day spent in the prison of my own mind. there is nothing you can do to scare me. hell is waiting with a welcome-back party for me. i will be going back home
the day i am free of the shackles of my flesh prison is the day your spirit and everything you know will be disintegrated
you truly think that’s how it will go? that you, even in spirit, have any kind of power over me? naive, truly. you cannot even truly comprehend my power. i am infinite. the day when i rise from the grave you hope to put me in is the day that every fiber of your being is wiped out by my own hand.
ok ill just run you over with my car then, lets end it early kiddo <3 bed time soon
the future is now, old man
this was the last straw
sajdd i don’t think i can save you on this, they just obliterated you
OH SO YOURE AGAINST ME NOW TOO?
cant trust anyone in this fucking house get me outta here
sorry bro,,, can’t be seen siding with an inniter
ok tommyinnit pfp
got some news for you about your pfp
i never claimed to not be an inniter
inniter on inniter crime going on over here
betrayed by my own kind.
I heard inniter on inniter crime?
IM BEING BULLIED BY CHILDREN, BEATEN AND BETRAYED BY MY OWN KIND. HELP ME
Wow, being a c!Tommy kinnie today, I see
WHAT THE FUCK
Nothing to add to this one just L sajdd
WHY IS EVERYONE LOGGING ON JUST TO BULLY ME NOW WHAT THE HELL WE’RE SUPPOSED TO BE FRIENDS
you called wilbur your little meow meow in my ask box last night
AND WHAT ABOUT IT?????
WILBUR IS NOT A MEOW MEOW WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT
clearly he is a woof woof thank you very much
“wilbur is not a meow meow” are you stupid
did you come down with the Big Dumb disease hmm??
wilbur is a meow meow there is literally no room for argument this man is a cat
okay wait wait wait are we talking c!wilbur or cc!wilbur. because c!wilbur is a woof woof and that’s final. cc!wilbur, I must say is a meow meow. i can’t argue with that.
this was about cc!wilbur during the recent livestream which you should know about if you were a TRUE wilbur enjoyer.
smh you’re gatekeeping,,,, a cool young person would never
a “cool young person” is also dumb and stupid. this is backed up by centuries of evidence, therefore i am right and you are wrong
what the everliving fuck did i just stumble upon
According to cc!Wilbur, not only is he planning to touch more upon the exile arc on the Dream SMP, but his character (Revivebur) doesn't ACTUALLY really know what happened during the exile arc! He has Ghostbur's memories, and since Ghostbur was under the false impression that exile was this good, happy thing, Revivebur also has false impressions about it as well!
DO YOU GUYS-
DO YOU GUYS KNOW HOW MUCH OF A GAMECHANGER THIS IS-
every july. every fucking july this post gets reblogged to shit. why. why does this god forsaken website love egg. i gave egg a voice in 2013 and it always comes back. i try to forget egg. i bury egg as far as i can but somehow someone always finds fucking egg post. this post could be dead for months but it always managed to come back like some sort of zombie egg. enough egg. no more egg. fuck eg
I now have this scheduled to reblog every year on July 1st at exactly midnight
egg
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updated team
we’re literally at 7 people in one team now how many more do i need to add
please dont forget the real heroes /lh
Please guys... If we are going to update the team, lets do it right.
Image from Technocord
this was so chaotic
i feel like were missing lazarbeams cyber bullying tho
