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bliss lane
Misplaced Lens Cap
The Stonewall Inn
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Monterey Bay Aquarium
d e v o n
Cosimo Galluzzi
Cosmic Funnies
almost home
Andulka
Claire Keane
YOU ARE THE REASON
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
The Bowery Presents
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@theartofmadeline
we're not kids anymore.
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@wildfireratz
KICK THE CAN!
Let’s play the biggest game of kick the can on the internet.
To kick the can, reblog it. I wanna see how long this can go on for.
the oldest reblogs for this post that i can find are from january 2nd of 2013. this can has been getting kicked around tumblr for almost 13½ years now
And yet somehow this is my first time kicking it!
Duskull — S&V Shrouded Fable #68
Illustrated by: James Turner
It is VERY important to know that, as it evolves, it gets closer to your house
The New American Gothic (2017) by Criselda Vasquez
From Criselda Vasquez's Instagram (3 April 2026):
Hi everyone, Thank you for taking the time to read this. On Tuesday, March 31,… Jorge V needs your support for Help Bring My Father Home
where to download every pokemon game excluding spinoffs
(plain text: where to download every pokemon game excluding spinoffs)
GAMES
pokemon red/blue/yellow
pokemon gold/silver/crystal
pokemon ruby/sapphire/emerald
pokemon firered/leafgreen
pokemon diamond/pearl/platinum
pokemon heartgold/soulsilver
pokemon black/white (patched version here if EXP is broken)
pokemon black2/white2
pokemon x/pokemon y
pokemon omega ruby/alpha sapphire
pokemon sun/moon
pokemon ultra sun/ultra moon
pokemon let’s go pikachu/let’s go eevee
pokemon sword/shield
pokemon brilliant diamond/shining pearl
pokemon legends arceus
pokemon scarlet/violet
pokemon legends za
DLC
sword/shield
scarlet/violet
legends za
EMULATORS
gameboy
DS (IOS)
DS (Windows, Linux, MacOS)
DS (Android)
3DS
switch
for 3DS games (xy, oras, sm, usum) they will show up as encrypted when you open them in citra/azahar. use this to fix it.
let me know if any of the links are dead and ill update them as soon as i can!
wondering where to start? check this post!
As a trans woman I can confirm that they indeed found an ancient forest inside a 630ft deep sinkhole in China
cis people can reblog this but keep it on subject, please
Happy pride month everyone always remember that the sinkhole has an ecosystem large enough to house not only insects but likely several species of small birds or mammals
pride on tumblr is so fun!!!11!!! the heart turns into a rainbow when you hit the like button 😆😆😆 the tumblr staff and algorithm continues to be exceedingly transphobic and especially transmisogynistic. trans women are getting banned left and right for merely existing. please don’t let another version of rainbow capitalism distract you
Touches you with my tendril. In a way that transmits kindness
The horrors from beyond the stars just want to give you a hug.
And while it may shatter you perception of reality, cause you see the future, past, and present in one moment, leave you breathless, trembling, scared and shaking, and leave you smelling like a corpse left to rot for weeks after washing up on the shore from lands afar,
It will be a joyous thing.
That something so large, important, unknowable in all ways, while it may not fully understand your pain, it still can sense your melancholy. Perhaps it is in the way your heart races as you walk amongst your peers trying not to stand out too much, lest they learn your secret and break you, a chrysalis too soon. Maybe it is how your speech quickens as you try to make frantic excuses to your parents as you quickly hide away the clothes and accessories which you recently purchased to try and explore your new, glorious, and changing self. It might have been the tears you shed on quiet nights, feeling lonely, and desperately trying to reach out to others, but never feeling quite comfortable in your skin, and fearful that when you do finally metamorphose, the new friends you have found will be horrified and shun you, even try to destroy you, nascent and weak from your recent change.
All of these, it sees, and it can remember its own change. From a small fragile larvae, barely a speck of stardust, drifting between the stars, feeding on solar radiation and the sparks of passing comets, growing fat on them, all the while fearing its own, as they may bring destruction upon it, for being too small, too week, too strange. Then as it swelled and grew, becoming a great towering mass, which could rend the stars, and bend reality, it realized its own kin, were equally scared of one another, each remembering times long past when their kind scoured the stars, and snuffing out anything that could be seen as weakness. Regardless, they had formed small, but welcoming and tight knit communities, and comforted, and chatted, and loved one another. And these ones, knowing what it had been like to grow up and change, in such unforgiving space, where their elders could tear them apart for even the slightest whim, offered it a chance to join them. While it had taken some convincing, they had joined, and joined the cosmic revelry, engaging in the chatter, comfort and love.
Now, it had found something like it, a scared small little thing, which held great potentiality, and but needed to realize itself, and find comfort in those of its own type of strange and beautiful creature. It could only do so much, lest it tear you, and the earth apart. So, it offers you a hug.
You accept. And you are flooded with feelings of warmth, like that of a massive sun, and the bliss of a shooting star. You wept, as a feeling of understanding and acceptance from this truly alien and powerful thing washed over you. The being, in a voice like the rumble of a crashing asteroid, spoke but 4 sentences before it departed to rejoin its flock, which were dwelling near the edge of the galaxy, but these words were ones of comfort and peace.
“Your time is fast approaching, small one. May your transformation be as glorious as the birth of a star. You will find your own. You need only reach out, and take their hands.”
do not. address it
some kind of sketch-doodle-artwork of bayonetta i've been picking at since 2024, i don't know anymore what i was trying to accomplish with it
If Spider-Gwen had a bi flag on her wall there wouldn’t be any debate as to whether or not she was really bi
“Oh but I think that it’s that her version of Peter was trans so that’s why—”
This conversation would not exist if it was a bi flag or a pan flag or an ace flag
Why are you so eager to convince yourself that she’s not a trans woman? Why is that?
“I don’t mind characters being trans but I hate that it’s made their whole personality can’t it just be that they’re trans and the narrative doesn’t have the call all this attention to it? Just let it be subtly there”
Aight here’s a trans woman who’s narrative is thematically linked with her transness in a way that enriches both her story, her characterization, and the story around her who doesn’t ever mention that she’s trans (but y’know she has a trans flag in her room in the background subtly like you asked)
“Uhhhh yeah she isn’t trans where does it say that she’s trans and also why would it matter that she’s trans? Stop projecting yourself onto fictional characters”
being observed + reactions
I LOOOOOOVE YURI💗💗💗💗💗!!!!!!!
so moe.. .
they put the mamsnrbhr chehfde in de soder
Reach WITH IN To your LOCAL dirt and you may find A Friend And Boy…
"But why would I want to write?" you ask me. "As long as the story exists in my head, it's perfect. It's complete. I can see the action so clearly in my mind, the sunlight glinting off the dragon's scales and wisps of vapor from each panicked breath.
"If I put it to paper then it will become sullied by my inexperience, mangled by my stilted pacing and weak dialogue. Everyone will be able to recognize my fingerprints on its body, and the headline will read 'A tragedy! The grand vision, strangled by a clumsy oaf!'"
And I am taking your hands in mine and I am looking you in the eye.
Your story isn't complete.
It feels complete, until you become bold enough to strike the first words. And then you will realize that you only know half of the story. A quarter of it. A handful of fragments.
Your characters will blurt out bits of their past that you didn't know existed until you reached the period at the end of the sentence. Whole countries will rise up between marching lines of ink, bitter rivalries and hopeless loves and ill-healed scars. You will be driven to research trade routes in Morocco in the 14th century and the chemical composition of bulletproof glass (which you will then call 'acrylic' anyway, because it flows better than 'polycarbonate'.)
And dear friend let me tell you, letting yourself write the story is a fae bargain. Because as you transcribe the words, beamed into your mind and flowing through your beautiful hands (or voice, or whatever tool you choose as your hammer for the forge) you will get to read your story, too.
You will falter. You will doubt, and file away letters and lines as you wonder 'but is this good enough?', and some stories will never make it out of your workshop.
It is all worth it to feel the euphoria of those first few letters striking the paper, when you become the first person to ever see this story. And once you experience that joy, you will return to the forge again and again.
Pick up your pen. You are the only one who can write it.
Yet another new study debunked the basis for the anti-trans sports bans. It was never about sports but for creating legal avenues for exclusion and abjection. This is one of the largest analyses ever conducted, involving 52 studies and 6,485 trans people. Read the study here.
post so nice had to reblog it twice and force it down everyone's throats
At minimum about 4.5 thousand people liked this without reblogging it.
We gotta fix that.
