I don't know at this point

what fake things have you guys been getting mad about while I was away

i'll forever miss how the internet felt before you had to second-guess the authenticity of every single piece of media you came across. silly videos used to be just silly. fun was coincidental. wonder was just wonder. digital art had character and soul. AI has taken the taste out of everything and irreversibly poisoned the creative sphere and the people still pushing it forward are the doom of both joy and the quality of being.

listen this vintage meme is high quality and i will hear nothing said against it

20 years. I am not happy about this.

I’m delighted at the bucket reappearing but dismayed at the passage of time

Happy 20 years to Lolrus and his bucket!

we did it! we saved the fucking whales!!!!

Come on I did the math we only need 8.45 people for dick to win. Guys, come on.

Im enjoying the longevity of tumblrs recontextualization style of humor. a seemingly innocuous post followed by like "posts that a gnome would make" or like "are you a phone"

I love this post

The horse thinks as it scratches an itch

Reblog to save a writer’s life.

rocky's crew dying from radiation exposure, something humans go to great lengths to prevent and are very scared of and grace's crew dying in their "sleep" with nobody watching, something eridians go to great lengths to prevent and are very scared of. cool book that is easy to read through your tears.

‘how would other people describe you’ why would i know this

One of my favorite things is how the phm fandom has collectively decided that Adrian is a fucking giant by Eridian standards. Eridians are canonically about a foot and a half tall? Nah, Adrian's at least four fucking feet. I've seen some people headcanon them as being literally too big to fit through a standard doorway

I love space elavator adrian

You know how we call things "pseudoscience"... the media analysis that's being done on twitter and tumblr should be pseudohumanities

This is why Pride is not just a party. It's a joyful celebration, but it's also a pointed and colourful two-finger salute to a world that stood back whilst so many of us died. And we'll never go quietly, never again.