Happy passover everyone.

Also please check in on your gentile friends and make sure they don't drink this, I'm worried for them:

May God deliver me from the urge to buy Peepsi.

Hi. Gentile who tried the Peepsi. It tastes like cream cheese frosting.

Thank you for surviving to give us this warning.

some of you are like "omg love cream cheese frosting though!!" and so I must share my summary highlights of other gentile taste reviews to convince you not to drink peep-si:

A handful of people think it's fine or they liked it and I will say mi shebeirach for their taste buds because they're in need of healing

KEEP PESTS OUT

Two alternate designs of the same concept. It’s up to us to keep our neighbourhoods and communities safe. Do not let the fash slip in, do not let bigotry find a home on your street. We are stronger together, our diverse community is our strength. Befriend your neighbours, stand up for what’s right, unite. Bigots are pests, and fascism is a deadly disease, do not let friends and family be infected or harmed.

Punks walking around each other trying to read all the patches on the other's vest/jacket has the same vibe as introducing two dogs that haven't met so they start circling and sniffing each other. Gotta check the vibe.

REBLOG IF YOUR BLOG IS A SAFE SPACE FOR AROMANTIC PEOPLE AND IF YOU THINK THEY ARE VALID

I want to see how many people actually are willing to say this and not just act like it

I am aro, so definitely

same energy

there’s more

SIGH

here’s another one

IT GETS WORSE WITH EVERY ADDITION

how does this get even worse

I think about once in a while...

We have another one...

This is the internet now tho 😭💀

@lifeistooshorttowasteyourtime @marril96 @latent-thoughts @suometar

😂😂😂

Omg so many additions since I last saw this post! 😂😂😂

It's funny but incredibly telling how entitled/ignorant/insensitive some of these people are... idk if it's an education gap or purposeful ignorance.

The really bewildering thing to me is that I remember when you needed to get up and pull a dictionary off the shelf, or visit a library to look up the facts you needed. Now people have all kinds of information literally at their fingertips and they can’t be bothered to use it.

Oh dear gods, it's gotten worse

When you know politics but no facts

don’t take people too seriously on the internet

This hits different when combined with that "Americans don't learn other countries exist till they're in 5th Grade" post from the other day.

Demily recently got another one lads

Also, I love that, in the sign language one, it seems like the last image might've been a gif of "fuck you," screenshot at the perfect time to let you know they were about to sign "fuck you"

As a romanian person I gotta add this one too

This is my favourite post on this website

God I fucking hate Olaf the snowman so fucking much holy shit. Holy shit, every frame he's in, every scene, every gif, every jpeg, he's got this painfully vacant, stupid as shit, fuckass look on his stupid lumpy face. Absolutely no part of his ugly as sin piece of shit character design is endearing. His stupid fucking legs? Who the hell makes a snowman with legs. His dumb flaily fucking twig arms? His shitty, lumpy bastard head? The three thousand percent unnecessary dumbass shitass fucking SNOW BUCK TOOTH that no snowman has EVER FUCKING HAD IN tHE HISTORY OF GOD'S GREEN FUCKING EARTH? God, I hate him. I hate him so much. So FUCKING much. Every time I see a stuffed toy Olaf or an Olaf gif or a shitty goddamn commercial, it ignites my primal rage response and I'm overcome by the need to punt this shitty little homunculus into the fucking sun. "Bhurr blur, I'm Olaf the fuckshit snow fucker, I like warm hugs". Fuck you. Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you. You look like Tow Mater summoned a patronus. Your dumb fucking twig hair makes your whole shitty head look like a hairy skin tag. I hate your dumb fucking lumpy carrot nose and your stupid, empty googly eyes and your over-the-top goofy ass upbeat asshole personality. Any scene he's sad it invokes all the wrath and fury of a spoiled child having a meltdown over a chocolate bar in a w*lmart checkout line. And I know its irrational. That's the worst part. I know he's just a shitty fucking side character in a stupid fucking children's movie, I know it doesn't matter, I know I shouldn't care. But that's part of the problem. The part where no matter the might and fury of my hatred, the locus of my homicidal intent is alltogether inconsequential. I find myself laying awake in the dark in the early hours of the morning consumed by the spirit of Wrath itself, all the force and might of a flaming hurricane directed at a bottle of piss in a ditch by the highway. The absurdity of it all burns me to my core. What better things could this energy be directed towards? And yet my disdain for this stupid, useless, insubstantial failure of endearing character design utterly eclipses the intrigue of all other pursuits. I hate him. I hate him on a level of my mind reserved for the worst of the world's array of sinners, and I can't even begin to justify it. Shitstick the snow dick is, for all intents and purposes, the animated corpse of all of humanity's saccharine pretenses- every condescending, passive-aggressive statement of meaningless upper middle class suburban drama distilled into a single, hateable form. The fucking. Fuck. I have no words. There is no cuss or epithet in any language that can encapsulate the height of the emotions I am experiencing. God, I hate him so much. I hate him so, so fucking much. I want to light his ugly little dumpster body on fire. I want to graphically beat him to death with his own stupid fucking nose. I want to punch him to death. You know that weird feeling you get, when you see a picture of something so cute you find yourself overcome with the bizarre, inexplicable urge to squeeze it? It's EXACTLY like that, except instead of cuteness it's disgust. The wordless knowledge that his existence as a fictional work is evidence of all the failures of mankind. I find myself possessed by the will of a Holy Angel gone rogue with the belief that God has made a mistake, and I alone must correct it. This is the trial by which Samael himself fell from grace. This wild, meaningless rage. A thousand blades of shining steel cast with inhuman force in the direction of a plastic grocery bag floating on a breeze. What horrors must I have committed in a past life to be plagued by this torment now? I must Unmake this fictional snowman

holy shit you’re not wrong

I'd feel better about this whole rant if Olaf weren't queer-coded. It might be largely the voice acting – the lisp, the inflection especially – but he's got massive "harmless gay sidekick" vibes. And if you're actively critiquing that? Sure, great, go all out. Hate whom you will. Say whatever you want about how "gay" is equated with "harmless silly sidekick used for comic relief, with no serious bearing on the plot, literally inhuman and treated by Serious Human Characters as... well,a sidekick, peripheral to your life and safe to ignore.

But if you're not engaging critically with that aspect of his character and are just overwhelmed with hatred whenever you see or hear or think about the queer-coded character and his mannerisms make you feel violent, that is a little bit. Uncomfortable. At best.

what on God's green earth are you talking about

See sometimes I wonder why I’m still on this website, and then posts like this come along. Amazing. 

me reading this post like

No Zionists on my page thank you

I am not arguing with a picrew ethnonationalist. From The River To The Sea.

Tumblr's reply to the situation with CEO's transphobia is pathetic and you should not be thanking them for doing the bare minimum of saying he's not speaking for them. They fucking thanked that bitch.

The affected trans women are still banned.

A transphobic manchild offered no proper apology. Or stopped. He is also still in his position.

Tumblr is still factually transphobic. Keep pushing.

Yet another deleted blog, fantastic

They know what they’re doing. They know exactly what they’re doing when they see their users speaking out and nuke them. There is no error or compromise here, this is active malice on staff’s part and they will continue to treat black and trans bloggers like dirt if you just let them.

To anyone who still had any doubt: here you go. Nothing has changed and tumblr staff is still censoring any criticisms, still hasn’t reversed any of the ridiculous bans, still hasn’t added any kind of new tools for dealing with harassment.

Staff lied about almost every promise on their “apology” post. Nothing has changed and at this point I don’t think anything will change unless we keep making a fuss about it.

Don’t ever stop talking about this. Blow it up every fucking time it happens.

Alrighty I think it’s about time I share these little gems I made while trying to mess with the magic poser app :3

I wanted to make my own “draw the squad” bases so if you find these fitting, please tag me! I’d love to see it hehe!!

yeah this checks out

tags via @thyrell

the firsteth rule of alchemy is to hath fun and beeth thy truest self. the secondeth rule is to think with thine pussy

I hath blown up mine university lab.

Tiny Whumper Giant Whumpee Ideas

CWs: Mouth/tooth whump, nail whump, drugging, eye/eyelash whump

-One would think popcorn kernels stuck in one's teeth is bad, but whumper prefers to stick metal things between whumpee's teeth at any given chance. Maybe it's metal framing, just strong enough that if kept there it can force whumpee's teeth to start moving away from each other

-Shoving toothpicks under whumpee's fingernails!

-Restraining whumpee with thorny vines, any movement hurts and causes the vines to dig in even deeper!

-It's hard to take care of whumpee's hair with so much of it, so it'd likely get painfully matted!

-If whumper wants to take extra precautions to make sure whumpee is less likely to lash out and cause some damage, keeping whumpee constantly drugged! Just barely enough to be conscious sometimes! Or maybe keep them pumped full of paralytics!

-Plucking out whumpee's eyelashes one at a time! Maybe they could be turned into useful things like brooms, though they could also be put right back into whumpee's eye!

-Possibly a bit more of a creative restraint but more risky and time consuming! Building a house/building around whumpee! Forcing their head inside and their body exposed to the elements or vise versa! Risky if whumpee does manage to move as they can send the whole thing crumbling, easily!

-Maybe giant whumpee is used for resources! Like eyelashes for brooms as mentioned above! Soft locks of hair could be cut and used for pillows! Eyebrow hair for paint brushes! Layers of peeled lip skin can be dried and used almost like leather! Teeth could be removed to carve into sculptures! If giant blood is compatible with tiny blood, well they'll likely be set for blood transfusions then! Or maybe a tiny vampire is well set for life!

-Whumpee being covered in stone and cement to be turned into a living statue! Hopefully they won't need to breathe, eat, or drink!

-Whumpee being turned into a photo opportunity! Make it look like you and your friends are just about to be crushed by the giant! Just make sure to photoshop out the chains or other restraints!

-Also! Imagine how stiff and sore whumpee would get from being forced to constantly stay low to the ground! Ouch!

I always see this pretty common g/t horror trope (and sci fi trope in general) about something Big and Scary coming to a colony of Littles (usually humans) and subsequently using them as a farm source for food despite having to eat like 50 people for a single meal or whatever

But what about the reverse?

Depending on the size, a giant could easily feed an entire city of tinies, never mind the fact that if they only take chunks at a time then their meat source could continually regenerate. 5-10 giants could sustain a full country whereas hundreds of tinies would only fill up on giant for a couple days. Remember those gnarly movies where a character would get swarmed by insects and be cleaned down to the bone in a matter of minutes?

"well the giant could easily kill the tinies--" sure, initially, yeah. But you get locked in a room with 500 hungry rats, your chances aren't great even if you reduce it down to 300 before you give out because of their constant attacks.

Can you imagine the horror of realizing you're about to become a living food source, continually and painfully harvested by little chunks at a time to ensure your meat stays fresh and you can heal parts of it back? Being kept alive by the bare minimum, helpless and restrained in some foreign place, kept in the most inhumane conditions because you're nothing more than a supersized livestock? Given injections and specialized feed that are only meant to make you tastier, regardless of how they actually affect your health?

Unsure of the day you'll finally be slaughtered by something smaller than your fist, losing parts of yourself down to the bone, having less and less hope that you'll be rescued while hearing the consumption of your friends just a few bays away. And that's only if you're being used in an intelligent society that can keep you locked up for manufactured processing. There's very much a chance you could simply be held down and devoured bite by bite by a colony of tiny things in either 20 minutes or 20 hours.

At least in that case, you could hope that after a few days of open wounds, your meat would spoil enough that they'd stop eating whatever is left of you and grant you the mercy of escape. If you don't succumb to the infections.

Oh and that's just being eaten like nibbling on a chicken wing. Do I even need to mention being eaten from the inside out?