诗言志

ID: "Finish something. Anything. Stop researching, planning, and preparing to do the work and just do the work. It doesn't matter how good or how bad it is. You don't need to set the world on fire with your first try. You just need to prove to yourself that you have what it takes to produce something. There are no artists, athletes, entrepreneurs, or scientists who became great by half-finishing their work. Stop debating what you should make and just make something."

the face of a woman who just realized her crush dragged her party through a bunch of dangerous bullshit just so he could have an excuse to talk with this other guy he is obsessed with, and he is not even gonna confront him about stealing their stuff because he wants the other guy to like him

@jr4cats tags

I forgot it was that long, he really has no chill or sense when it comes to Laios jfc, in that daydream hour special they really should have given him much lower scores as a group leader based on this occurence alone

my uncle Clit got his leg blown off by a landmine in the War on Christmas

So we all know that Tumblr is US-centric. But to what degree? (and can we skew the results of this poll by posting it at a time where they should be asleep?)

Reblog to increase sample size!

*sighs* this was so beautiful when the percentages were 20% : 80%...

Good morning to EDT and CDT, and to the early birds in the mountains

A loving, married couple wake up one day to find that they have returned to their high school days, when they were the most popular student and the class geek.

(CW: bullying, including homophobic and ableist language, mentioned drug use, gender dysphoria, depression)

When Angelique Lancaster dumped a backpack and a brown-bag lunch on their table before sitting down with a huff, all Erin could do was stare.

First off, she’d never seen Angelique wear a backpack before. Erin didn’t even know she owned one. It wasn’t like she needed one—there wasn’t a single freshman boy at Chapman High who wouldn’t have carried her textbooks for her, and paid for the privilege.

Second off, Angelique wasn’t wearing makeup, aside from eyeliner that looked at least two days old. She was wearing a T-shirt and jeans, for fuck’s sake—again, since when did Angelique Lancaster own T-shirts?

Since when did Angelique Lancaster even look at this table, much less schlep over and sit at it?

Maybe it wasn’t actually her. Maybe her less cool long-lost twin had just transferred. Just to check, Erin craned her neck to look over at the Shithead Patrol’s usual spot, clear on the other side of the cafeteria. Nope, no fashionable backpack-less doppelganger, just a table full of popular kids staring back with just as much fear and confusion as she felt.

Erin turned back and met Raph’s eyes on the other side of her own table, partly to communicate the sheer what-the-fuck of the situation, and partly to make sure her best friend was handling Angelique fucking Lancaster sitting next to him without panicking or shutting down. Raph’s appetite was always the first thing to go on a bad brain day, and he’d barely touched the soup in his thermos. The last thing he needed was whatever psychological warfare this was clearly supposed to be.

But instead of shrinking into his oversized hoodie like the world’s floppiest turtle, Raph took one look at Angelique and raised an eyebrow. “Well that didn’t take long.”

Erin watched, mouth agape, bracing herself for the queen of Chapman to rain venomous hell down on her best friend’s head for daring to speak to her.

Instead, she looked downright defensive. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You do realize you tanked your rep just by sitting here, right?” Raph said. “You mean to tell me you couldn’t stick it out for one day?”

that one post wouldnt get out of my head

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dungeon meshi characters as various thing (possibly part 1/? idk yet)

Every now and then I mention something about the city of Brno to my american friends and it often causes much confusion/concern, so I wanna try to make a list summary of Everything Wrong With Brno

imma start

add more

- there is a memorial plaque in the city to a woman who fell into the ground. In 1970 (I think) the lady was standing on a bus stop when a pipe burst, the ground opened up and the woman wasn't found for like 50 years because of the extensive ancient tunnels under the city

- all the tourist atractions are super creepy. 1) the ossuary. 2) the monk mummies under a church. 3) the city catacombs. 4) the medieval prison exposition at the castle. 5) the best city museum is probably Anthropos, the archeological museum. Full of bones.

- magic mushrooms grow wild all around the city

- there is a massive underground former strip club that got turned into a tea room. It's absolutely massive and cavernous. They didn't get rid of the pool tables and erotic art but they serve 50 types of green tea and desserts.

- the nudist lake in the old quarry

- Timo, the Banksy of Brno

- numbers 44 and 84, the circular route buses which arrive in random intervals and sometimes make you get out and then get back in. All of this makes sense to us locals.

- the smoking traffic signs and other random poles

- Kamenná kolonie: the village in the middle of a massive fuckn city

- One of the biggest prides of the Moravian Gallery is the Head of Medusa by Rubens. A very creepy painting which is plastered around the city and gave me nightmares in the kindergarten

- you can buy wine from the barrel in basically every shop

- there is a fishing shop with a maggot vending machine

Ja som asi slepá a žijem pod kameňom. Brno má katakomby??? Dopravné značenia o fajčení????? Ženská v tuneloch?????

och ne, ne značky o kouření

Brno is on the next level

Can confirm that those maggots and earthworms from the vending machine are fucking mint.

But also you keep forgetting all the statues of penis imagery of Brno:

1. The dick horse my beloved

2. Mozart with adult face and child's body

3. The dildo clock that gets condom every winter

4. This executor taking away washing machine cause he is a dick

Truly city of culture

nezapomínejme na nejnovější přírůstek! Želvuška jen do 26.3. ve Vaňkovce

@the-aesthetic-weasel I have questions. Many, many questions.

yeah they taught us about the woman who fell at school. Also did I mention that there's a school that used to be a concentration camp?

we are and it indeed is

THERE IS A WHAT SHAPED LIKE A WHAT

I’ve just always been a milk fan it’s not necessary

what we really need to drill down on here is whether or not an octopus is intelligent enough to consent to a sexual encounter

and if not how can we change that

With other octopi, definitely. We already have evidence of that.

With humans? Uh … I'm not touching that question.

then science doesn't need you, coward

I believe octopi are already intelligent enough. The problem is how to communicate desire or lack thereof.

I also don't believe it would be ethical to engage in any kind of sexual activity with an octopus in captivity. In the wild, they can leave if they get uncomfortable. In an enclosed space of our creation, they may believe that going along with a human's advances is necessary for their survival, which completely kills any possibility of consent.

Thank you, God, this is the kind of conversation we need. Yes. Exactly. How do we communicate that, as a species, we are down, in a way that ensures they are capable of understanding what is being offered on an intellectual level and not purely as a matter of rote animal instinct, and the offer is made in a way that respects the octopus's autonomy and consent?

I don't even want to fuck an octopus I just look at all the art and literature our species has produced that involves octopi in intimate scenarios and think, you know, this is one species that might actually be smart enough for this to cross the line from bestiality (not great) to xenophilia (cool and understandable). How can we make this happen for the freaks

I think one of the biggest hurdles would be that our minds work in different ways. From what I know, octopi are not a communal species, so they may not have evolved to process language. They're obviously smart enough to understand concepts, but how do they structure their thoughts?

If there isn't an octopus language, or even really a culture for that matter, every human/octopus relationship would be basically starting from square one. There may be some species wide commonalities to start with, but every octopus would have its own "culture" of expectations and preferences we'd need to learn.

This is such a cool fucking point. I knew the Tumblr braintrust was the right place for this question

if you don‘t personally own one but your roommates/parents do and you are allowed to use it, that counts as yes

Eminem’s life story is actually mine

He took my wallet and lived on my dime

the film 8 Mile was based off me, for real

Eminem lied and i just couldn’t deal

So I moved to the burbs, under a house

Live in a crawl space, rap with a mouse :(

If my rhyming isn’t great, can you really blame me?

That man lived my life and then tried to defame me!

I’m just out of practice because my crib is a hole

will i ever take back what Eminem stole?

(high pitched backup vocals: his only friends are two mice and a mole)

we still get immediately shoved out of our immersion in tv shows or films when The Girl find a dead body and immediately shrieks - we just don't find it realistic because we're pretty confident most people would gasp rather than shriek (i.e. sharp inhale rather than sharp exhale) and it also feels unnecessarily (and predictably) misogynistic too, as men encountering corpses almost never do the same on screen

also of course please do tell us if you've actually encountered a corpse unexpectedly, because tumblr is absolutely a place where some people have done this thing and we love a good anecdote

suddenly imagining "burst into song" as a potential response

Mods? Take him to the stump of his favorite childhood tree.

Mods, make him busy during a friends planned trip so he misses out on the new inside joke.

Mods… change the smell of his parents house.

look boss, our quarterly "subjection to the brutalities of the Absurd" budget is almost blown already. can we not just shoot this one twice in the back of the head and call it a day?

The Atchison Daily Globe, Kansas, May 12, 1892

Some people can lift 200 pounds. But if they carried it everywhere they went for an entire day without ever putting it down, they’d severely tear their muscles and cause permanent damage to their body.

Some people can enter a 140° car in the summer to get something out of the car. But if they stayed in the car, they’d die from the heat.

Some people can hold their breath underwater for 30 seconds. But if they tried to go scuba diving without the necessary gear, they’d drown.

Clearly, someone doing something for a short period of time does not automatically mean that they can do it indefinitely with no problem.

So why do people assume that if someone can walk for a few seconds, they don’t need a wheelchair?

Clearly, someone doing something for a short period of time does not automatically mean that they can do it indefinitely with no problem.