sleep tight, grim rite

3rd base is lost media

i forgot about the baseball metaphor for sex and was trying to find whatever missed tag play people were talking about this time

shipping a consensual, safe & sane pairing all the while i'm shaking my head in disapproval so the audience knows i still love wildly toxic abusive fictional dynamics

underground parking garages are criminally underutilized as a horror setting. windowless curving concrete labyrinths stretching up and down and all around you, that's some Backrooms shit

parking garage horror game filled with all the tropes: you're being hunted by zombies, spider monsters, clowns, chainsaw killers hiding under parked cars, driverless vehicles trying to run you over, labyrinthian corridors, mist that strips your flesh, fluorescent lights are flickering, the shadows open their gaping maw as darkness closes in. titled: Where The Hell Did I Park?

there's no point system, the sole purpose of the game is to survive long enough to find your damn car. the only "bonus point" is escaping in time to avoid paying for overnight parking

maybe staff can take a page out of WOTC's book and claim that actually this change is supported by a silent majority of users none of us have ever interacted with that outnumbers us two to one

That thing where milkmaids were often immunized against small pox because they'd already contracted the weaker cow pox earlier in their lives. That's Tumblr, to me, against whatever the hell social media landscape is happening in 2026.

"TikTok Instagram Youtube-Shorts Share-Your-Whole-Life Influencer Social-Media Online Online Online" it cannot affect me. I was already a weird online 16-year-old all so many years ago. You cannot grab me raw and unfortified with these poisons. I inoculated myself when glomping was a thing. I am still on Tumblr making text poasts.

NEEDLEPOINT????

ANIMATION VIA FIBER?!

killing me saucily with his sauce

I did NOT read that headline correctly at first