*tubbo casting vicious mockery*

Tubbo: no one respects you anymore and you have a small penis!

Owen *as the warlord*: how did you know?!

Tubbo: your wife told me!

Tubbo: *flute noises*

Owen and Beky: DAMN!

Rats smp warrior cats au part one??

Modern curse: I hope a company opens a complaints line one digit off from your home phone number.

Dome

Change a single letter and change the word game

I want to play a game with you all.

You have to make a new word by changing only one letter of the last word.

Dirt

why do they always have the same stance

REBLOG IF YOU’RE PART OF THE HOLY TRINITY OF FORGOTTEN SEXUALITIES

Aromantic, Asexual and Aplatonic

crying

ATTENTION

If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)

Shoutout to all the artists on Tumblr who work on something for weeks and only get 4 notes

Shoutout to all the artists on Youtube who do amazing speedpaints and, if they’re lucky, will get 500 views

Shoutout to all underappreciated artists who do amazing work and receive no recognition

rendog lost in the sauce in south africa, friends devastated

most of the talk on this website about Game Changer is how Sam Reich psychologically tortures his contestants, but I want to make it clear to the uninitiated that he's actually extremely ethical about it

He sends out a company wide email and asks them to choose episodes based on a chili pepper rating system

meaning he doesn't put ���️🌶️ people into 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ episodes

they're also big on consent ie cast and crew have to be okay with it before they'll do nudity or something like that in an episode

it's like the bdsm of psychological torture. safe, sane, and consensual.

the contestants know what they're getting into, and they're full down

thinking about how jonathan frakes thought riker should have kissed a man in the no gender alien episode. and andrew robinson playing garak so gay they had to write less scenes with him and dr bashir. and multiple other instances of cast/crew/writers wanting to have gay characters and stories and repeatedly being told no by showrunners and producers. it makes me so sad for everyone who missed out on telling or seeing lgbt stories on a show that was supposed to push boundaries. im just thinking about it.

The Federation: "tHErE'S nO MonEY iN THe feDERatIOn"

Also the Federation:

Unused concept art from Star Trek Discovery 5x01, via Timothy Peel on Twitter

apropos of nothing, but i suddenly remembered this baffling encounter i had with acupuncture back when i was in college. my mom got acupuncture and it helped her quit smoking (which, yay! whatever works, works!) and then she made me go to try to see if it'd cure a neurological condition i have (which uh, im neither here nor there over alternative medicine and whatnot but in her defense, i had had countless inconclusive diagnostic tests abt this condition so she was very much grasping at straws here for anything that would help me) and since im a good boy who follows what his mother says, i said "okay" and it was a pretty alright experience. i was and am currently still not very squeamish with needles so it didnt bother me very much. if anything, i just took the weekly acupuncture sessions as an hour to nap (with needles in me). but then one day, one of the needles (that went into my abdomen) had a....thingy at the end of it. it looked like a large-ish cork thingy balancing atop of the needle. and i was like "huh, what is that?" but i didnt say it out loud because of my debilitating anxiety and worry and i didnt wanna come off as the weird guy who asks too many questions at the acupuncturist. so i didnt ask. and the acupuncture guy thusly did not explain.

then he set the thingy on fire. and then he left the room.

i dont know about you, but in general i was taught that fires should not be left unattended. that goes for normal fires, but this was a fire lit perilously at the end of a needle sticking out of my abdomen. i guess i was the person attending to the fire, but like, i couldnt move. because of needles in me. it was a harrowing hour. i could not nap. there was an on fire thingy connected to my body. i spent a whole hour laying down alone with my thoughts and also with a small on fire thingy as company.

theres no moral to this story, it's just one of those things that made me go "hey what was that all about" but i never asked because i dont wanna be the weird guy whos not cool with fire needles

I discovered that the sripes ara macaos have on their face are made of tiny little feathers sooo have these sketches

really love dynamics that are like 'it honestly doesn't matter if you view them as romantic or platonic, the point is that they love each other. the type of love is inconsequential, all that matters is that it's there'. gotta be one of my favorite genders.