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ummmm okay so your local mysterious tour guide barbie is like so incredibly happy rn for ✨secret✨ reasons and wants to be flooded with rickroll links so she can spread the joy :)
who has some ????
#AAAAAHHHH#I have to be happy on all my blogs rn I CANT HELP IT OMG#so pleaseeee help me spread the joy in the form of rickrolls :)#or really anything that’s super fun and cursed :)#ALSO OMG AAAHHH I HAVE TOO MUCH HAPPY ENERGY WTF#aaaahhhhh#rickroll#the curator’s bullshit#rick astley#hellsite hall of fame#rickroll attempts#rickroll links
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@hellsite-hall-of-fame @hellsite-hall-of-girlfriend @the-curators-bullshit @thecursedquoteshop
Oh my god, I finally finished it, I've been dragging it for days but I finally finished it today, I really hope you like it, Madam and Miss Anon, I put a lot of thought into it, hope you don't find it too intrusive.
#hellsite hall of fame#hellsite hall of girlfriend#the curator’s bullshit#creative writing#this is my input to the Colour of the sky post#hope you like it Madam and miss Anon#colour of the sky#my work#my writing#writers
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RIP to the boop button
you shall be very dearly missed <3
#I miss it already lmao#hellsite hall of fame#hellsite hall of fame curator’s bullshit#hellsite hall of fame curators bullshit#boop#boop button#boop o meter
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does this hellsite have an award ceremony?
and more specifically, is there an award for "Cutest Tumblr Couple?"
i would like to formally submit my most beautiful Madame Curator and myself for this award
#i believe we have a strong case#i think we are quite adorable#petition to make the tumblr award ceremony real if it is not already#i volunteer myself and madame curator as tribute to make it real#hellsite hall of fame#hellsite hall of girlfriend#madame girlfriend’s bullshit#tales from the void
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~I made another thing~
Originals under the cut
#if you have a better idea for marik's name please share. i don't like this one but it's all i've got so far#try and tell me that Seto and Mokuba don't do this to Roland. i dare you. they just start talking bc he's paid to be there and can't leave#seto kaiba#mokuba kaiba#roland#isono#ishizu ishtar#yugi mutou#marik ishtar#yami bakura#yami marik#joey wheeler#okay i think that's everybody#yugioh#ygo#ygo dm#yugioh meme#never forget that as a museum curator ishizu is in academia putting up with all that bullshit
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Jiraiya being exceedingly useful for (almost) 3 minutes
#kakuranger#sentai#ur gonna have to forgive my crunchy ass kaku source lmao#the crunchiness of the video quality directly correlates to my enjoyment of the season#back on my kakuranger bullshit it seems#totally not watching it to deal with the grief of almost being done with gogofive#anyway please enjoy these lovingly curated clips of jiraiya doing his very best for 2 minutes and 47 whole seconds#you could make one of these for any of the kakurangers tbh#but for some reason jiraiya always stuck in my mind as the boy who stays losing
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okay I lied tumblr cannot shut down cuz I just checked twitter and the first thing I saw was a tweet saying "notsbians" completely unironically and I'm not fucking strong enough for that
#twt is so much harder to curate cuz they throw such bullshit in your face with no warning. sighs#atlas talks
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good morning. on the subject of how i handle inappropriate tumblr interactions, this morning i was treated to a comment on one of my posts by the worst kind of person. i'm not gonna go into detail bc it involved mask-off white supremacy that's pretty upsetting. i chose not to respond publicly bc it would give them what they want And be especially upsetting for my friends of color. so instead i scrolled through the blog to see how much hate speech there was, & then i submitted a detailed report to tumblr staff about how the blog violated both the hate speech And terrorism policies. (because..... uh.... it did.)
just blocking people in cases like this is totally fine, given that looking at their posts tends to be upsetting. however i am possessed by a desire to commit violent atrocities at any given moment, & putting together detailed hate speech reports helps soothe that urge. if i didn't do Anything, i'd be angry and fantasizing about murder all day. as is, i'm satisfied to have hopefully murdered their blog & made them feel just a little more oppressed, and now i'm gonna move on with my day.
developing this skill is essential if you have a space where you regularly interact with online strangers. i Highly encourage you guys to take a similar approach when you encounter reactionary trolls who want to be suicide baited.
now i'm gonna go have breakfast!
#it would make this person happy if i rbed their bullshit to an audience of thousands who all hate them#that's what they look for. the rush.#it's a much better punishment to destroy the online space and posts theyve curated.#they'll come back of course. but it'll take work to build the space again.#racism m#white supremacy m
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i've hit the end of the bell curve of the tiktok experience which is literally "be appalled at how awful ppl can be on the app" -> "get used to it (and maybe even start to combat it)" -> "once more become appalled at how awful ppl can be" because one would think in more elevated places that people were past being so blatantly ableist, racist, queerphobic, misogynistic, and overall cruel to others online, and making genuine progress but nope, or at the very least, definitely not on tiktok.
because why am i seeing QUEER PEOPLE in QUEER SPACES reigniting discourse that we squashed long ago, or people doing the whole "acoustic"/"restarted" thing, or making fun of people's appearances or artwork the MINUTE they disagree with them, even if it's minor. is doing the right thing or being kind just a trend or a passing fancy to this crowd?? like you can tell they've built up the foundation of decency that a lot of us have on the internet but it goes completely out the window because being mean is just A Thing, it's a commonplace activity on that app.
#talkies#there's curating your online experience and then there's the chaotic mash of toxicity and cruelty that IS being on tiktok#it is IMPOSSIBLE to escape the bullshit there#the tagging system sucks and when you want to see LESS of something the app will show it to you anyway#don't even get me started on how overly comfortable ppl are with saying certain things to artists#it's like all issues that the internet has are amplified exponentially on tt
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Curation 2024: Flesh and Marble
Hey! You got an hour?
I love curation. I like taking the unending deluge of information, of sensations, of stuff that the world throws at us, and I just. I think one of the kindest, most gentle things you can do for another person is say "look at this. Decision paralysis is banished, information overload is dead, check out this story I've created. Look at these specific rocks out of the infinite combinations of rocks there are. Not just these rocks, but this order. See the narrative? There's a through line, if you look. Trust Me. Take my hand."
I love making playlists for that exact reason. You almost have to make them like throwing pots, with a reckless abandon that allows for a stroke of inspiration. But also, you kind of have to be allowed to let a few off the wheel lumpy and potential but not fully realized. You gotta Get Down with the concept of failure. To burn through them until you find just the right combination of songs that captures a feeling, a time, a memory. A museum of music.
I like museums because they are, more than anything, a signpost for what we find important. A landmark. The public art of city streets given form in an art museum, sometimes even through that same public art, often divorced of context, because museums don't let themselves be weird enough. To commit to the bit enough.Too few museums truly curate, truly immerse in the story. Give you a reason to follow the threads they lay. You start to almost resent it. Get in your feelings. Feel Sum Kinda Way. But once you learn to speak museum, you realize that they can only meet you halfway, and you are your own curator as you wander hallowed halls and learn about building materials, about Rothko, about postage stamps. You pick your own adventure. And you fall in love with museums all over again.
So when I find a museum or something that I enjoy, I just. Lose It. I want to share it. I want to take you along and say "LOOK AT THIS. How Does It Make You Feel." I want you to share in the wonder, and the marvel. So sometimes I even write. Sometimes I say, I can enchant you, ensnare you. I can bring you along the line, into the fold, I can capture a sunray for the length of a paragraph. Time frozen in amber, in service of you seeing just a touch of the magic.
I almost died again this year. Maybe more than once. There's Comedy in death. Even near death. We have to let ourselves laugh at it. We stay silly right? You can't greet death as an old friend if you're scared of him. But you can't chase after him either. He's coy. He's shy. He'll come when he's ready. And I'm not ready now either.
I don't think I'm as scared anymore though. I wouldn't say You're My Best Friend, Death. But you're certainly no stranger. You're not someone I would turn away, and I would share a drink with you. I would be tender, I think. You have it rough too.
I think this year of all things I'm falling in love again. I fell out of love with life, a while back. It was rough and it was scary and I didn't feel like myself. And I still don't, but we all know time pulls us forward, yadda yadda, you can't step into the same river twice, you are a construct and all constructs are ever changing, time stole my front porch; can't have shit in ship of theseus. I Want To Know Your Plans, time, but the future is that quote from Nightvale, always flinching first, leaving me only a present.
So I'm different now. In the present. In some ways worse. in some better. I think I'm gentler, at least I hope so. I want to be kinder. I want to treat people with care. And I want to share an idea to cap off this year, because I want to have curated my own experience, and maybe I can help you fall in love with life again too. Next year is going up, because I am on the Up and Up.
I can't get past the idea of choice. What makes the gardener pick flowers or weeds? The tastes of the gardener. What they cultivate, what they choose. They curate their garden and all of living is just. This same action again and again, on larger or smaller scales. When I was little I tried to get into Rollerblades. I thought they were super cool, I thought I'd be a cool kid in rollerblades. But I was drawn to biking. I still bike now. You can stand, if you dare, with the wind blowing through you, wheels turning all on their own, you king of the world on your personal palantir. You can pump your legs and get your heart singing and I can't imagine my life if I'd picked rollerblades. You know?
I started chasing an idea halfway through this, but to loop back to what I wanted to explain is- I want to curate my experience of this year. I want to be able to point to this year down the line and show just why it mattered- not for the time everyone will think, but the time that happened after. I looked at my life and said, I can Make It Better. I can rebuild it, different this time. I can be me, but a little further down the river. A few more boards replaced.
Can I do it? Can I Be Him? The me I want to be, the one who took this year and kindled something bright? I miss my surety. I miss my certainty. Everything feels like a big muddy middle right now, and I don't think I can ever reach as high or as low as I once did. But I think I can be steadily climbing up. Boot up bitch, the stairs are slippery but it turns out you have nothing but time.
My mom wants me to move home. She's scared, for me, out here "alone". She doesn't think my friends took good care of me, given what happened in March. I can't blame her. I wasn't taken good care of. I wouldn't let people, I hid it all. I was ashamed. I was embarassed. It's Hard To Live In The City, but not for the reasons my mom thinks- there's so much going on here. There's so much information and so many things to know and see and do, you can hide in plain sight. You can craft a narrative. You can shape the experience so that what you are, what you need, who you have become is hidden.
I know now that I need to be seen, to be known. I need other people to get who I am. But I'm not Fred Astaire- I can't be someone to everyone, even just a name. I have to curate (sick of me yet?) my own experience. My own image. I have to choose who my audience is now. It's tougher to decide who is worth your attention (And it is attention- that's all an audience is). It feels like gardening. Who's a flower and who's a weed. I don't like it. But you have to, to live. And I'm tired of not living.
And so I walk forward from my own Easter rebirth. Shaky legged, on stilts like Bambi, just becoming a new man. I hate it but you make yourself every day, don't you? Why would now be any different. I'm just more aware of it. It'll fade, with time. Like the scar it is. But I don't want to forget this feeling. I want to remember it. To have a story to tell that circles around it, gives it edges and definition. And so I wrote this.
It's part playlist. It's part poetry. It's prose, but it's prosaically just a list of songs as well. I sat down to write and my hands started moving, and I got here, with you. Are you still with me? I'm glad. I'm glad I'm still here, and I'm glad you're here with me. I'm even glad I'm still awake,writing this instead of sleeping. What's The Time Where You Are? Here it's late-about 1AM. And I have to finish this, I'm almost done. I wanted to leave you somewhere better than we started. This story is going up, remember?
I've picked a better audience, actually. That's a good first step. They're not the King Of My Heart, but they might be as close as it gets. I feel sweet. I feel simple. I feel at ease. But more importantly I feel like I can do. I can accomplish. I can rest. I can recover. I can just. Be.
Maybe this music isn't to your liking. But that's ok, I Don't Mind. I didn't make it for you to fall in love with. I made it to make you fall in love with the idea. I want you to curate your own life. You have to. Or you're not living. I want you to love the life that you've made. I don't love mine yet. But I want to, and I'm going to. And that's that on that.
I guess the elephant in the room is, why Flesh and Marble? Why not Clay, like old man Ozymandius? It ties better to the throwing pots above. Of getting muddy biking, of being down in the dirt before rising three days later. Even now I'm thinking that Feet of Clay is a much better title. But I like Flesh and Marble. The first song I put on here was a similar title structure. But I didn't want to give the concept air time, actually- too close to March for my liking, although the song was great. It just wasn't the vibe. But the name was close. And the artist. Armani Caesar. What a name! So I guess. The title is an oblique reference. A circumnavigation of the problem. A polite, detached nod to the impetus whilst giving it no credit.
But yeah. I hope you've listened, as you've gone. The songs matter a great deal to me this year, and they almost always do. I'm sappy and I stick to a song once I love it. I'll love it for 10 years. 20 years. 100 years. I attach so fast, and sometimes forever, if indelibly.
Curate your life. Build something of value. And by god find beauty or you'll die.
Peace.
#Yearly Curation#Deeply Personal Bullshit in here#also some writing. Most of it bad but I feel better having done it.#Curation 2024
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you know what kids in my pre-social-media class were doing back in the day? deliberately choking themselves to the point of pass it out. it was a game! no tiktok or internet ads required. a kid saw some cool stuff with fire, and ended up burning his house down trying to replicate it. kids watched south park and made antisemitic and ableist jokes. they absorbed the way their parents acted. shit, the history channels nickname back in the day was ‘the hitler channel’ because like 90% of their programming was just wwii shit. a lot of the shows were like ‘amazing nazi innovations in engineering’, pushing that narrative that nazi german engineering was superior. they watched cops (the tv show) and picked up on how society wishes marginalized people to be treated.
and all of that was without the internet. only gets worse when you add that to the mix.
what incredibly reactionary drivel to push for increased surveillance by looking nostalgically to the past with rose tinted glasses.
#pretty sure i seen other people making similar points#but i was shielded from seeing the actual level of bullshit by have a well curated dash#youth liberation
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oops I did it…..
also heyyyyy everyone should go click on and expand my header image :)
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is it cringe to just make a large post of lyrics i like for afhiri/gale? maybe. am i gonna do it? of course baby!!!!!!!!!!
#fray.txt#BE CRINGE BE FREE#i like pointing at lyrics and going HEHE!!!!!!#this is why that "playlists should be 8 heavily curated songs' post is BULLSHIT........ GO CRAZY BE FREE#SHOVE ALLLLL THOSE SONGS INTO THE PLAYLIST YEAHYEHAYEHAYEAHYEAH
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don’t be shy turn on your boops-
LET ME BOOP YOU GOD DAMN IT
omg I woke up to like 5 asks about this and had no idea what anyone was talking about bc I refuse to update my tumblr app lmao
BUT I HAVE NOW TURNED ON THE BOOPS !!!
#ask#the hellsite answers#hellsite hall of fame curator’s bullshit#hellsite hall of fame curators bullshit
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#this is going up on our four week anniversary#i love when things work out perfectly like that#anyway here is madame girlfriend's own ✨color of the sky✨ post#written by Yours Truly#i am no writer this is simply based on true events and feelings#color of the sky#colour of the sky#long post#long post.#fan fic#fanfic#fan fiction#anon x madame curator#hellsite hall of fame#hellsite hall of girlfriend#madame girlfriend’s bullshit
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come on, we all know what the real solution to the Bad Dad Championship Poll discourse is...
and it is thus my duty to inform you that, as of midnight on 13 April 2023, there are ZERO John Winchester/Logan Roy works on AO3. one of you still has the chance to go down in history as the true winner of whatever the fuck just happened here.
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