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"The Four Fluffy White Bunnies of the Apocalypse," by Omar Rayyan (Jordan/US), 2020. ❤️
asking for advice on reddit.com
more people would exercise if this culture didn't make it absolute hell
I teach martial arts. we play games with the little kids. they swordfight with noodles and throw foam balls at each other. in the summer, we take them out into the parking lot with water guns. in the winter, we have snowball fights.
the teenagers get swords and staffs and practice knives. we teach them moves from marvel movies that they ask about. they get squirt guns and snowball fights too. we let them goof off and climb the support beams and charge directly at each other in padded suits.
sometimes parents say they miss doing things like that. I tell them, "stay for an adult class. just try it out." we build obstacle courses and let them mess around with training rifles. they chat while sparring. we scream and cheer for them when they're in the middle of a circle. and then we send them out to the parking lot with squirt guns and snowballs.
it's exercise. it's healthy. it's an important life skill. and it's fun as fuck.
gorilla heritage post
not to be a history fucker on main but the whole mystery of the lost colony of roanoke is so fucking funny
governor of the colony: hey I’m gonna go back to england to get more supplies
115 colonists: okay
governor: ends up spending 3 years in england bc of a naval war with spain or some shit
governor: gets back to the colony to find everyone gone
governer: sees the word “croatoan”, the name of a native american tribe, carved into a post
croatoan tribe: has members and children with blonde hair/blue eyes, pale skin
everyone: what could have happened to the colonists of roanoke
hi! op here. I’m fucking hyperventilating
glad that im not popular enough to have an evil shadow version of my blog that exists just to make contradictions on my posts
Do Not Do This To Me
if this post hits 200k im printing it out and eating it
because i dont hate myself im putting a time limit on this. if this post hits 200k by the end of august 2023, THEN i will eat this post. you have my word
so you all tried to get me to see my own demise via a rube goldberg device of my own hubris but were unable to in the time provided
however.
i love chaos. so im giving tumblr ONE MORE WEEK to see if you losers can prove me wrong because i genuinely dont believe you can. you have until midnight EST on september 7th to get this post to 200k. after that youre shit outta luck and i may turn off reblogs out of spite and self preservation
Reminds me of this lol
Not a dream
Going to a wedding today, any makeup look suggestions?
Thank you everyone, all horrible suggestions xx ❤❤
take his ass to margaritaville
In honor of Jimmy Buffet’s passing. Take his ass to margaritaville one last time
when you’re out at a restaurant or a coffee shop or a target or whatever with your friends and you overhear/eavesdrop the same snippet of some stranger’s conversation, and you look at each other for a second to check that you both heard this stranger say the same weird/funny/baffling thing and just break out in knowing grins and quiet laughter... that’s a love language
I was eating alone at a mexican restaurant once and a group of college kids were chatting over tortilla chips. There was some jabber and then..
" ..we had to climb over the bob wire!"
"Dude, did you just say 'bob wire'?"
"Yea man, that spiky shit!"
"You actually think it's called bob wire? Like fucking Robert wire? You think it's called Robert wire?"
"Well what the hell do you think it's called?"
"It's BARB wire you idiot! Like Barbara wire!"
*the third guy* "Oh my god. You guys. BARBED wire. Because the wire has barbs, it is BARBED."
"Oohhhhh!"
"Fucking Robert and Barbara wire. Fuck you guys."
every fucking time I see this I miss the "7 month old" part, then when I see the image I fucking lose it. god fucking dammit
i saw some comments on tiktok where people were talking bout how they found tumblr too hard to use and part of it being that there was no lack of dates so “what if you reblog or like something from five years ago?!”
buddy… we have posts circulating still from 2011, its literally just how it is
Being on tumblr for years like:
this post is 2 years old and it’s only going to get funnier as it gets older
i know i am in my twenties but respectfully nobody i went to high school with should be getting married. it stresses me out. we r only twelve yrs old
I’m 31 but this still applies
One of my favourite bits of media history trivia is that back in the Elizabethan period, people used to publish unauthorised copies of plays by sending someone who was good with shorthand to discretely write down all of the play's dialogue while they watched it, then reconstructing the play by combining those notes with audience interviews to recover the stage directions; in some cases, these unauthorised copies are the only record of a given play that survives to the present day. It's one of my favourites for two reasons:
It demonstrates that piracy has always lay at the heart of media preservation; and
Imagine being the 1603 equivalent of the guy with the cell phone camera in the movie theatre, furtively scribbling down notes in a little book and hoping Shakespeare himself doesn't catch you.
attempting to explain to your mother that she may, at some point in her life, have made a non-optimal decision
thank you doctor for doubling my testosterone. however i turn into a hound of some sorts late into the evenings. i am not complaining but i was not informed of this effect either way
no i think this will find the right audience somehow