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2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
The Bowery Presents
Noah Kahan
Monterey Bay Aquarium
YOU ARE THE REASON
noise dept.
KIROKAZE
Cosmic Funnies
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The Stonewall Inn
Doug Jones
hello vonnie
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

oozey mess
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egg and betha 👑🥚🐦⬛❤️🖤🤍
these two canonically described their relationship as 'boyfriend-girlfriend'
River puppies 🐊
Mountain shepherds by Ivan Yakushev
Diva alert ⚠️

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DAREDEVIL: BORN AGAIN (2025-?) 2.08 | The Southern Cross
imagine being 1-wife-ear sized
Absolute Batman and Superman.
I have a post in me about people misunderstanding Mon Mothma’s continued efforts politically and how it’s not her being naive but trying all options and testing limits but I just got to my subway stop home and need to walk now.
I’m home but Orynko wanted snuggles so still on my phone.
Anyway - Mon Mothma knows that there is no political solution to Palpatine and the Empire (especially if you go off of The Mask of Fear). There’s no magic bill or parliamentary procedure trick that will take them down. For the moment, it’s too entrenched, has too much military power, and still has public support by and large. A lot of people are profiting, and even more appreciate some kind of stability even if it’s heavy-handed and oppressive.
However, that doesn’t mean, especially until a viable political *and* military opposition is up and running more cohesively, that she can’t do everything she can in her position to both try to offset the wrongs and harms done as well as attempt accountability and highlight the wrongs and those trying to stop them. Sometimes there are wins, and other times at least people can see that not everyone is blindly going along with the Empire. It builds the political will and support needed to let people know they aren’t alone, that even people up near the top are speaking out.
It lets you know who you may rely on, who will oppose you, and what you can get away with.
It’s also because walking away from the political sphere may alienate allies who need more convincing, and also commits yourself to far fewer options. You have no outs and you increase the stakes for yourself and everyone allied with you. It’s a step you take only when you have to. You don’t want to take it when you’re not ready to. So continuing to attempt to pass or repeal legislation, establish committees etc buys time to better secure your resources and supporters.
Mon Mothma has been having to play the long game and also operate in an environment different from Luthen and Saw, to name two examples. And she can only do so much herself.
We’re not even at the Death Star yet, nor the dissolution of the Imperial Senate - two factors that shift things for the Rebellion and the stakes.
Also - you have to both give people an alternative *and* a plan for what comes after.
Mon Mothma was able to provide both, which is in part how she ended up as a credible authority figure and the effective leader of the Rebellion. She wasn't just going "let's throw ourselves at the Empire and cause damage" but was able to articulate why they should fight, and what would happen after they fought and when they won.
Deep Space exploration. We've gone way out. And listen to that, underneath... someone's drilling.
Rosi’s rare luck streak. He doesn’t know why exactly Garps kids need protecting, but he’s so so glad Garp is willing to let him and Law hide in his shadow.

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Stargate Women Week ☆ Day Seven ↳ Free Choice | Sam Carter in every season
Heterosexual relationship culture is so alien to me and I don’t know if it’s the fact I’m not cishet or the fact I’m autistic but I hear so many things that make me go “Am I insane or are they?”
There’s a lot of hate on widowers and I saw a woman say “You cannot compete with a dead woman.” which is perhaps a reasonable statement to say if he’s constantly comparing you to his dead partner but that wasn’t what the post was about. And I realized “Oh my God, these people genuinely feel like they’re constantly in competition with their spouse’s exes and the ex being dead makes them feel insecure that they cannot best her.”
There’s also been an uptick in the ‘men and women cannot be ‘just’ friends’ rhetoric which I feel like is extremely dangerous and reflects the rise of fascism and sexism. Some of these stories of women feeling threatened by their husband’s female best friend have some merit and others are like “I feel angry that my husband still talks to the girl he grew up next door to and she and her wife are invited to family gatherings and included in family photos sometimes. Am I right to be suspicious?” No. No you’re not. I cannot imagine being you and living with that high level of stress and paranoia and constant torment and jealousy about your husband having a positive relationship with anyone who isn’t you.
okay look i know this isn't relevant to this post past the second paragraph but. here's the thing. the facts of the case are as follows:
1) I am widowed. my Beloved Wife of Blessed Memory(tm) died in 2019
2) I got together with my current partner about 18 months later
3) when I am committing acts of Foolishness my current partner loves to gesture at the sky to my dead wife, like "do you see this shit, my liege" and regularly says to me things like "[wife's name] was right about this" when my Foolishness inevitably comes back to bite me in the ass
4) this happens. all the time
more importantly:
5) my current partner is on tumblr
6) they love to incessantly send me posts
WHICH MEANS:
7) they just sent me this post with this commentary:
8) they really, really are ganging up on me with her. god help us if there's an afterlife and those two ever actually meet. "eternal rest" my ass, i will never know peace again
Pierre-Jules Boulanger
Paris fell on a Tuesday. By Wednesday, German officers were already walking the factory floor at Citroën. Their orders were simple: France's greatest automobile manufacturer would now build trucks for the Wehrmacht. Supply vehicles. Military transports. The mechanical backbone of Nazi occupation. Pierre-Jules Boulanger, the 55-year-old chairman who had spent his career building cars for French families, now faced a choice that would define everything. Refuse — and the Germans would shoot him, install someone cooperative, and build the trucks anyway. Comply fully — and he would be personally responsible for vehicles carrying soldiers to kill Allied forces, supplies sustaining the occupation, machinery enabling conquest. He refused both options. Instead, he gathered his engineers late one evening and said something they would never forget: "Production must appear respectable to the eye. But never to the heart."
The vehicle the Germans wanted was the Citroën T45 — a powerful, heavy-duty truck perfectly suited for military logistics. Reliable engine. Solid construction. Exactly what the Wehrmacht needed to keep its war machine rolling across Europe. Boulanger's engineers studied every component, looking for a vulnerability so small it would be invisible at inspection, yet catastrophic enough to matter in the field. They found it in the most ordinary place imaginable. The dipstick. That thin metal rod you pull from an engine to check the oil level — the one with a simple notch marking "full." Every German mechanic, following standard maintenance protocol, would pull it out, check the level, add oil if needed, and move on. Boulanger's engineers made one quiet adjustment. They moved the "full" notch. Not dramatically — that would be caught immediately. Just enough. A small filing. A modest repositioning. When a German mechanic checked the oil and the dipstick read full, the engine would actually be running low. Not catastrophically empty. Not enough to trigger an immediate warning. Just enough to create chronic, invisible stress on the engine's most critical components. Under normal use, nothing obvious would happen. But under sustained military operation — long supply runs, heavy loads, demanding terrain — the engine would begin destroying itself from the inside. Heat. Friction. Accelerating wear on parts designed to float in a film of oil that was never quite there. And then, eventually, on some road far from any factory inspector, the engine would seize. Every truck that left the Citroën facility passed German quality inspection perfectly. Test drives were smooth. Oil levels appeared correct. Vehicles were approved, signed off, shipped to Wehrmacht units across occupied Europe. The German mechanics who serviced them were doing everything right. They checked the oil. They topped it off when the dipstick said to. They followed every protocol. The dipstick told them everything was fine. The dipstick was lying.
Weeks later, reports began filtering back through Wehrmacht supply chains. Citroën trucks were developing unusual engine problems. Vehicles were seizing during operations. Supply convoys were breaking down at inexplicable rates. Commanders blamed driver error, poor roads, excessive loads. No one suspected the dipstick, because every truck from that factory had the same dipstick. There was no correctly calibrated reference to compare it against. The sabotage was, in the most elegant sense, self-concealing. Meanwhile, Boulanger ran a parallel campaign of productive-looking paralysis. Workers were instructed to maintain schedules — but never exceed them. No urgency. No efficiency gains. If a German officer demanded faster output, Boulanger would nod thoughtfully and cite material shortages, equipment maintenance, worker fatigue. Always polite. Always documented. Always just plausible enough. The frustration in German command was visible. Why was Citroën slower than other factories? Why were their trucks underperforming in the field? They suspected resistance. They could never prove it.
In 1944, French Resistance fighters raided Gestapo headquarters in Paris and discovered something chilling — a detailed blacklist of French civilians to be arrested and executed upon Allied invasion. Pierre-Jules Boulanger's name was on it. The Nazis had never found the tampered dipstick. They had never proved deliberate sabotage. But they knew something was wrong at Citroën, and they knew who was responsible. They were right. They were just too late. When Allied forces liberated France that same year, Boulanger didn't seek recognition or medals. He went back to his drafting table. His first post-war project became one of the most beloved vehicles in automotive history — the Citroën 2CV. A simple, honest car for ordinary French families. Cheap to run, impossible to break, designed to carry four people and fifty kilograms of potatoes across rural France on almost no fuel at all. Nearly seven million were built over four decades. The same engineers who had quietly dismantled a military machine with a filed notch on a piece of metal were now building the car that helped rebuild a nation.
Boulanger died in 1950, before he could see his full legacy take shape. But the story of what he did — or more precisely, what he chose not to fully do — traveled through generations of Citroën workers, whispered on factory floors long after the occupation ended. He didn't have weapons. He didn't lead raids. He didn't blow anything up. He just decided, very quietly, that the line marked "full" didn't have to mean full. And somewhere on a forgotten road in occupied Europe, a Wehrmacht truck's engine seized mid-convoy, stranding its soldiers and disrupting its mission. The German mechanic jumped out, frustrated, and did what he'd been trained to do. He checked the dipstick. It said the oil was fine. He never understood what had happened. That was exactly the point.
saying “i want him” about the character but not in a romantic or sexual way . i just Require him i need to Obtain him

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Cats have to put up with being picked up and getting kissies and being cradled like the little baby and it’s so funny to me because like. They chose that. They domesticated themselves
"I suppose I shall tolerate the kisses from mama and papa... it will result in my kin 2000 years from now getting treats and scratchy posts for free..."
And it will make me cry forever and ever that the first recorded cat name was "Sweetie"
the european mind cannot comprehend the 48 oz dunkin bucket
Excuse me while I look something up...
1.4 litres????