Tumblr is the only site I know of where you can make a post like “me and my girlfriend love to drink water” and someone will reblog it and tag it with some shit that is so divorced from the actual post like “frunkus and grinky except instead of drink water they love to play jenga at girgalon’s tower”
goddd i just want spider-man’s identity to be his own worst but new york city’s best kept secret. like i want him unthinkingly taking off his mask and like 20 people see, but if you ask them if they did? no they didn’t.
the rule is unwritten, but very enforced. like, there are online communities dedicated to erasing any trace of the spread of his identity. a tourist takes a photo of him and posts it online? it’s gone in minutes, and people send DMs to the poster anywhere from “hey, i’m sure you were just excited, but….” to “ill kill u if i evr c you, fuckin bitch”.
any information on spider-man is only spread via word of mouth, and only spoken in hushed, awed voices. after several years of spider-man, everyone knows someone who encountered him:
“he saved my cousin. caught a falling billboard from underneath with his bare hands…”
“wow… i’ve never seen him myself, but he talked to my coworker’s daughter for an hour after he stopped a guy from getting a little too handsy. apparently, his smile is ‘dreamy’.”
these secrets are freely given if you’re kind, trustworthy, and show respect for the little guy. but the moment you demand information on him… “i don’t know what you’re talking about, buddy. he’s just an urban legend the news likes to blame the city’s problems on so we don’t unionize or worse”
so as many times as spider-man ends up with out a mask, or accidentally introduces himself with a name that starts with 'p’ and rhymes with 'meter’… on the record, they don’t know a thing. because he does his best to help as many people as he can, so it’s only fair if they help him a little in return.
one of the most aesthetically beautiful displays of protest i’ve seen
now that is punk as heck!
GUYS. I CANNOT EXPRESS HOW GREAT OF A POWERMOVE IS THIS. FOOTBALL/SOCCER IS THE MOST WELL RESPECTED AND BELOVED SPORT IN ALL LATIN AMERICA. THIS IS COMPLETELY GENIUS.
i made one
For those that need to hear it:
It’s only manipulation when it’s intentional/premeditated. Otherwise it’s just your words having an influence on someone, i.e. The Concept Of Human Interaction.
Sometimes that influence is good, sometimes bad. But never malicious.
Being conscious of whether your words have a positive or negative impact is a noble endeavor, but you’ll never be a piece of shit unless you’re trying to.
This is what the culture of calling everything abuse, manipulation, and gaslighting does to people. Sometimes something is just unhealthy or generally bad without being a master plan to personally ruin your entire life. Please learn the concept of nuance.
WORKING CLASS SOLIDARITY
My dad told me recently that the most important public health workers are garbage collectors and janitors. So much of our health relies on a clean environment. These people do some of the most important work in society. If we learned in dirty public environments full of garbage, we’d all be sick. I cannot thank these people enough for the valuable work that they do.
Shout out to all garbage collectors, janitors and housekeepers!
Thanks sanitation workers, we love you folks.
My father had this over his workbench when I was a kid.
Remember when the garbagemen in NYC went on strike and within like 3 days NYC was overrun with trash, the rats were LITERALLY swarming the streets, and it was impossible to navigate the sidewalks? I do… I remember.
Always gonna promote older people living their best life because it is so damaging the way our society acts like your life is over as soon as your youth is spent. Alternatively, youth is a flawed concept and can actually be applied to any age as long as you are still growing and enjoying life.
i could not date harry styles because i would have too much fun psychologically torturing his fans that care too much
i would tweet “hes literally in me” and then turn off my phone. i would only post pics of us that would be extremely difficult to crop me out of. i would tell his fans that i didnt know any of his songs but that i thought he was really cute in 5sos. i would get on his phone while he was in the shower and post myself on his instagram story
I couldn’t date Harry Styles because I wouldn’t know what to do with all those girls who kept getting sold to him by their mothers
Correct reactions all around
Why You Should Always Wear Your Helmet.
PSA: never put stickers on your helmets (unless you have checked with the manufacturer) because the adhesive can weaken the structure!
One day my health teacher in middle school just like … didn’t show up for class. And so of course we were all “oh if he doesn’t show up in fifteen minutes we’re legally allowed to leave”, giggling about it and all the bullshit. He did eventually show up, ten minutes into the class time. He looked haggard as fuck, sweating all over, hair messed up, beaten to hell and back. We stared at him and were about to ask what in the world happened to him when he stopped in front of his desk and smacked his bicycle helmet down on it.
His helmet had this odd discolored patch on it. Like, white against white, but … weird? It’s then that I realized his helmet didn’t have a discolored patch, it had a patch missing. A big chunk of his helmet had just been shaved away, the curve of the helmet gone and sanded flat by whatever it had been scraped against. And running through that patch, from one side of the helmet to the other, was this big crack, like the whole helmet had split like an eggshell.
Our teacher took a couple deep panting breaths and then told our class: “And this,” he took another deep breath, “is why you always wear your helmet”.
And that’s the story of how an entire class of middle school students took helmet-wearing very seriously for the rest of their lives.
Wear ya damn helmet
you know what actually pisses me off? when I finally start to feel a smidge of confidence in my writing ability and then some JERK POSTS A SINGLE LINE FROM A TERRY PRATCHETT NOVEL AND IT’S BETTER THAN ANYTHING I WILL EVER WRITE NO MATTER HOW MANY MILLENNIA I SPEND TRYING!
Terry was a professional writer from the age of 17. He worked as a journalist which meant that he had to learn to research, write and edit his own work very quickly or else he’d lose his job.
He was 23 when his first novel was published. After six years of writing professionally every single day. The Carpet People was a lovely novel, from a lovely writer, but almost all of Terry’s iconic truth bomb lines come from Discworld.
The Colour of Magic, the first ever Discworld novel was published in 1983. Terry was 35 years old. He had been writing professionally for 18 years. His career was old enough to vote, get married and drink. We now know that at 35 he was, tragically, over half way through his life. And do you know what us devoted, adoring Discworld fans say about The Colour of Magic? “Don’t start with Colour of Magic.”
It is the only reading order rule we ever give people. Because it’s not that great. Don’t get me wrong, very good book, although I’ll be honest I’ve never been able to finish it, but it’s nowhere near his later stuff. Compare it to Guards Guards, The Fifth Elephant, the utterly iconic Nightwatch and it pales in comparison because even after nearly 20 years of writing, half a lifetime of loving books and storytelling Terry was still learning.
He was a man with a wonderful natural talent, yes. But more importantly he worked and worked and worked to be a better writer. He was writing up until days before he died. He spent 49 years learning and growing as a writer, taking so much joy in storytelling that not even Alzheimer’s could steal it from him. He wouldn’t want that joy stolen from you too.
Terry was a wonderful, kind, compassionate, genius of a writer. And all of this was in spite of many many people telling him he wasn’t good enough. At the age of five his headmaster told him that he would never amount to anything. He died a knight of the realm and one of the most beloved writers ever to have lived in a country with a vast and rich literary tradition. He wouldn’t let anyone tell him that he wasn’t good enough. And he wouldn’t want you to think you aren’t good enough. He especially wouldn’t want to be the reason why you think you aren’t good enough.
You’re not Terry Pratchett.
You are you.
And Terry would love that.
I only ever had a chance to talk to Terry Pratchett once, and that was in an autograph line. I’d bought a copy of The Carpet People, which was his very first book, and he looked at it with a faint air of concern. “You realise that I wrote that when I was very young,” he said, in warning.
“Yes,” I said. “But I like seeing how authors grow.”
He brightened and reached for his pen. “That’s all right then,” he said, and signed.
There’s a collection of Pratchett’s short fiction that includes the very first piece he ever published.
This collection came out while he was still alive and each piece has an introduction from him. The introduction for that piece includes something to the effect of “LALALA IF I DO THIS I WON’T HEAR YOU READING THIS ONE!!”
Exact wording may be off but it very much starts with LALALA.
GIVE IT UP FOR DAY 15
You can only reblog this 12 times a year
Make the most of that
Every month I reblog this and every month I’m baffled that it’s already the 15th.
I’m scheduling this for every month
IT ONLY APPEARS ON THE FIFTEENTH OF EVRY MONTH
THIS ONLY APPEARS ON 15THS WTF
*slams reblog button*
Welp it’s that day again
Do people just have this queued or something`??
Damn it’s the 15th? What’s next?? The 16th??? Unreal
it’s the 15th again everyone! :D
15TH DECEMBER YEAR’S ENDING FOLKS
((The ability to appreciate and evaluate human aesthetic is not determined by your sexuality))
Reblogging at the speed of light
“Aw what a cute cat!”
“What I didn’t know you were attracted to animals!”
“Those shoes are nice”
“Do you wanna fuck those shoes, John?”