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nissaviolet · 1 year
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And then and then and then
Children tell there stories repeating the phrase and then to captivate their audience, most of the time this does nothing as their parents busily try to bustle them out the door to school or tuck them in for the night.
But I listen to the childrens stories. Curled up under a bed or in a closet. Hiding in the dark shadows I listen.
I do not mean to scare them I only wish to be like them once more. Where the world is their own little pocket and it is bright and full of colours and stories go on forever.
I don’t remember being a child only that the world was bigger and I smaller and my parents did not listen to my stories however many and thens I put they left me all alone.
Though maybe I never had them to begin with. I am not a being of flesh and blood, so maybe I was never born I simply wasnt and and then was.
I stand in the shadow the one cast by the scarfs and coats handing of the door. The night light glowing softly purple only deepens the shadows in the room. It’s easier to hid in a room with a night light. Dark rooms spread me too thin and I cannot listen to the stories or watch in on the dreams.
I am not malicious and I am not scary those traits belong to the others.
I simply observe.
Unseen.
And.
Alone.
Not even the others can sense me with their teeth and tongues and tentacles.
There are no others in this room only me and the small girl telling her mother goodnight as her father softly smiles from the door.
My shadow shifts as the door is closed I prepare to find a new room.
But stop
Hello says the small girl I’m Ellie.
I observe her unsure who she is addressing.
I can see you by the door I remember you from last time, I was afraid then I’m not anymore.
Would you like to hear a story.
I nod I did not know I could nod.
Ellie tells me about her first day at school her new friends who have pets and siblings and her self proclaimed best friend who has 3 dadas and a mum.
Ellie smiles sleepily and says come back tomorrow and I’ll tell another.
And so I do.
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twopoppies · 1 year
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chasing-posts · 1 year
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Woot! Just wrote a Tugoffelees fic start to finish. It's just a first draft but the fact I finished writing it after not writing for so long feels good!
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cozystars · 2 months
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!!! BUILT LIKE BILBO BAGGINS !!!
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nmzuka · 10 months
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whatever I'll post my addendum to it anyway
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cosmicrhetoric · 2 months
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ok i finally get why everyone fucking loves law it's cause every time the straw hats do literally anything they cut back to him making this EXACT face
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platyroonism · 2 months
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aren't you tired of being nice? don't you just wanna go apeshit?
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cassandragemini · 3 months
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Aimee, from Leonard Nimoy’s 2010 photography series Secret Selves
Aimee — tattoo and body piercing
I like being a girl…no one knows I am a woman, let alone a lesbian. My beard is natural, there is no imbalance.
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girlfictions · 6 months
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something i’ve been thinking about lately is like. growing up muslim right after 9/11 is something i’d never really reflected on much because it was all i’d ever known — at 5, my friend’s mum didn’t let her invite me to her birthday party because i was the only brown girl in our class, at 12, my classmates would joke about my family being part of isis, at 16, my dad was interrogated by american airport security for hours — and it always stung and it always hurt but it was just the way things were because the western world hated muslims. but i don’t think i’ve ever fully comprehended the extent to which we were hated until now.
palestine is being turned into a mass graveyard. every single day there are new photos of the atrocities being carried out against them and videos of them pleading for help and still those who can actually intervene turn a blind eye. israel is claiming to only be targeting hamas “terrorists” while bombing a refugee camp. israeli police raided and assaulted a non-zionist jewish neighbourhood. israeli soldiers are posting tiktoks of them torturing captured palestinians. this is not a complicated issue and it never has been. ethnic cleansing is being committed right in front of us. and yet the western world leaders refuse to call for a ceasefire.
and while zionist organisations accuse pro-palestine demonstrations of anti-semitism, while zionist celebrities insist that they’re afraid to leave their mansions in los angeles, a six year old muslim boy was stabbed to death and his mother wounded in the same attack in chicago. a muslim doctor was murdered while sitting outside her apartment complex in texas. hundreds of peaceful protesters have been arrested (many of whom have been jewish). despite what zionists want you to believe, this is not a jewish/muslim conflict. i have so much love and gratitude to my brave jewish brothers and sisters all over the world who are condemning israel for their actions.
ultimately, israel have been granted impunity by the west. they have slaughtered thousands upon thousands of innocent palestinians. they have bombed hospitals and schools indiscriminately. they have used white phosphorus, violating the geneva convention. they have completely eradicated nearly 900 bloodlines. how many more need to be wiped out? how many more children need to be buried underneath the rubble? how many more doctors need to be confronted with the bodies of their own family members? how many more journalists need to detail the horrific acts of violence they are witnessing? what more can be done to the palestinian people that has not been done already?
i truly believe that palestine will be free one day. i believe the palestinian people will receive the justice they finally deserve. but what breaks my heart is how much they have suffered and will continue to suffer before they are deemed worthy of help. and it would be to all of our detriment if we ignored how much of a factor palestine being a predominantly muslim state has played into the way the world has reacted to their genocide.
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greyias · 8 months
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Oh look, it seems everyone has been opted into the unfortunate "experiment" now. For everyone who has been blissfully using the old UI up until now, welcome to hell :)
Do you not like hell? Do you want to leave and crawl back up into the sunlight of the old UI? Well, have I got a link for you! A beautiful tumblr user (who is not me) has gone and fixed things beautifully for you already: https://github.com/enchanted-sword/dashboard-unfucker
You will need to have Tampermonkey installed on your browser of choice, and once that's done, just go to the github link above, and peruse the readme to install. And voila! You have your old dash back!
The authors of XKit Rewritten said during the experiments that at the time, since this was an "experiment" they weren't going to implement anything to revert to the old UI (although who knows if they'll do it now). And the dashboard unfucker has worked beautifully enough for me to where I genuinely couldn't tell if they had ended the experiment or not.
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magnusbae · 10 months
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To illustrate this post by @mayahawkse I would like to visualize to you the difference:
A post in 2023:
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A post in 2014:
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A zoom out of the same post:
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This is what a community looks like.
See how in 2023 almost all of the reblogs come from the OP, from their few hours/days in the tag search. Meanwhile in 2014 the % of reblogs from OP is insignificant, because most of the reblogs come from the reblogs within the fandom, within the micro-communities formed there. You didn't need to rely on tags, or search, or being featured. Because the community took care of you, made sure to pass the work between themselves and onto their blog and exposed their followers to it. It kept works alive for years.
It's not JUST the reblog/like ratio that causing this issue, it's the type of interaction people have. They're content with scrolling and liking the search engine, instead of actually having a reblogging relationship with other blogs in their community.
Anyways, if you want to see more content you like, the only true way to make it happen is to reblog it. Likes do not forward content in no way but making OP feel nice. Reblogs on the other hand make content eternal. They make it relevant, they make it exist outside of a fickle tumblr search that hardly works on the best of days.
If you want more of something, reblog it.
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bioshzrd · 3 months
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this random ass guy who’s entire bit is that he can move like this is the only good wesker fan ever
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nutsack90 · 8 days
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goddamnb!!
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chill out man!!!
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lgbt-tiktoks · 2 years
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Description: [A video of a woman riding a galloping horse bareback while holding a large rainbow flag.]
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little-eye-guy · 1 year
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"this is too raw of a line to come from—" shut up. beauty and meaning is everywhere
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elizabethalexis · 6 months
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I don’t remember how old
I was when I learned for the first time
there is no going backwards in this life
I only remember blades
of emerald grass between my stubby fingers
the song of hidden frogs and invisible chorus
light flickering on the wind
the sky staining ever darker blue
I remember my white hair
cut boyishly, I remember thinking even then
bleached by the sun I reigned beneath
the scattered constellations on my arms
before I learned the truth
what irreparable damage looks like
the nonempty quietude of my little fiefdom
the endless expanse of the empty neighborhood fields stretching away
beyond the white fence
there was so little sound then
you could hear the earth growing old
you could hear the clematis bloom
and the tomatoes turn crimson
if you listened long enough
maybe I knew even then
how inextricably caught I was in the current
how steps taken in reverse are not the same as going backwards
how fast that moment would slip between my hands
like blades of grass falling
like summer’s freckles fading at close of fall
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