Keef/Fluke/Ice || it/they || queer/agender/asexual/aromantic || autistic || artist/writer/musiclover/cosplay || disabled || pet parent || Aquarius/INTJA || having your teenagewizardboy school house in your bio is the sign of a potential loser || exclusionists, terfs, etc go away || ask box open, ask me anything || you will never see my real face || Nazi punks of any kind fuck off ✌🏻
I refuse to water down my existence so some privileged little fuck on the internet can feel better about themselves. If you don’t like me, block me. If you harass me, get roasted.
Kiddiddlers, racists, queerphobes, fascists, and the like can fucking eat sand and stay the hell out of here.
If you don’t want your child learning some new and colourful words, police them. I am not their parent, nor am I yours.
I do what I do, and you do what you can do about it.
Nothing extremely lewd will ever be posted intentionally. If you wanna avoid anything, you can flag the tag “nsfm” and that’ll catch most of it (jokes, tasteful nude art, etc.)
So @flavia-draws made me that Pink Floyd userbox for my birthday…
Bookend art by me. Still proud of this DSOTM one. And hey, happy 50th to that album!
we need to go back to hating tumblr. no more hellsite (affectionate). don’t even think of giving these clowns your money. if i see you with a checkmark next to your name i’m opening fire
*sound of gun cocking* they can be disabled
tumblr’s current business model isn’t profitable and never will be and no amount of scolding from staff blogs or tumblr ad-free pay piggies is gonna fix that. don’t let yourself be guilted into buying merch, badges or ad-free. you’re throwing your money into a bottomless pit while the techbro ghouls running this website laugh about you at their next board meeting while applauding the shmucks coming up with new ideas on how to twitter- or tiktokify the website
“but tumblr needs to make money!!!”
if tumblr really wants its regular user onboard with keeping the website afloat then we should at least demand that they do the bare minimum in keeping the site functional. and right now, they’re not even doing that. every change they’ve made lately has made the website/app worse. i should give my money to tumblr so what—they can make a more intrusive version of tumblr live? remove the chronical dashboard? come up with an even more transphobic way of doing content moderation? yeah, no thanks
this website’s moderation sucks ass and it has a terrible bot problem and there are an enormous amount of bugs but thankfully we have a staff team hard at work not addressing any of these but instead making shitty ui changes that nobody wants
@aspirationatwork and for anyone else who benefits
[Image Description: It’s a vertical comic strip of 14 panels arranged one under the other. The style is realistic, done with sketchy lines in a dark burgundy. It is not colored or shaded and there is no background. The comic features the interactions of a couple, Magritte (also called Margie) and Rafael (also called Raf). Magritte is a young woman, she is wearing a baggy armhole tank top with a tight fitting black top underneath, shorts and boots. She has a messy bun and a small messenger bag slung over her left shoulder. Rafael is her partner, wearing baggy pants, sneakers, fingerless gloves, V-neck t-shirt and an open button-up jacket with a hoodie and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hair has short side with long top bangs and a short goatee. (First panel): There’s only Magritte visible from the waist up. Off screen, Raf says to someone else: “Magritte has our tickets.” Magritte is excited, looking straight forward. Her left hand in on her bag’s strap, her right hand rummaging inside her bag. Magritte says: “Yeah! Even made sure to put them in my wallet so that I wouldn’t- uh…” (Second panel): She is beginning to look concerned, now with her face turned to her back, both left hand holding the lip to open the bag wider and her right hand still rummaging inside. Magritte says: “wouldn’t forget…. Hang on, it’s not on it’s usual pocket. Haha.” The last is a nervous laughter. (Third panel): Magritte is kneeling on the ground. Rafael is standing to the side and behind her, only his feet visible. Magritte looks frantic, searching inside her bag. Her right arm is forearm deep digging in her bag. Magritte says: “It’s definitely here-! It’s the one thing I never forget ‘cus I never take it out of my bag!” Rafael says, firmly: “Margie, when you took it out to put the tickets in, did you put the wallet back in the bag?” The letters are bolded, with the word “back” underlined for emphasis. Magritte says: “Give me some credit, there’s no way I’m that stupid.” The last three words are underlined for emphasis. (Fourth panel): The scene has changed and now Magritte and Rafael are in a car. We see them from the passenger’s side. Rafael is driving, looking straight ahead at the road. Magritte is hunched forward, hugging herself with the left hand. Her right hand is holding her head. She is looking out the passenger window, avoiding Raf. (Fifth panel): Rafael turns slightly to look at Magritte. (Sixth panel): The point of view is now a side profile view from the drivers side. Rafael has his left arm leaning on the open window, his right hand on the wheel. Magritte is hunched over facing the passenger window. Rafael says: “I’m not mad at you, if that’s what you’re worried about.” Magritte says: “I can literally feel your disappointment.” (Seventh panel): Back to the passengers side, Rafael is looking at the road. Magritte is frustrated, no longer leaning her head against her right hand and instead her hand is palm upwards. Rafael says: “Well, yes. It is a disappointing situation, but-” Magritte interrupts: “You’d think I’d be able to do the one thing I was asked to do-! That I’d at least learn from the last billion times I forgot shit. Rafael says, quieter: “that’s not where I was going with this…” (Eighth panel): Magritte has her right hand holding her face with the palm on her cheek, left hand placing the tips of her fingers on her left temple and eye brows. She is frustrated and angry. Magritte says: "It’s not like I’ve got anything more important rattling around in my brain. But, for some reason, if it’s not my music, or like…. food or something, then it’s just not a priority. I can’t make myself care enough to make it a priority!” (Ninth panel): She now has both hands in front of her, elbows bent, finger extended in a vague hand gesture as if there was something in front of her. Magritte says: “I’m an adult in my 20s and I still manage my responsibilities like a child. I’d be more dependable if I could just stop and think for a second, but I’d probably forget to even breathe if it weren’t for the…” (Tenth panel): Her frustrated expression turned to confusion. Her hands are still in the air in the same position as before. Magritte says:“… why are we parked?” Her noticing this stopped her rant. (Eleventh panel): Magritte straightens up and faces the window entirely, left hand crossed over her body to lean on the car door. Rafael, off screen: “Margie.” Magritte says: “Oh.” Magritte’s inner thoughts are written around her. “He stopped the car to scold me. No, not ‘scold’. Don’t be a child about this. He’s disappointed and just needs to make sure you understand so you can do better next ti-” (Twelfth panel): Magritte is still looking out the window, but now with a shocked expression. Rafael reached with his right hand, and its now resting gently on her upper back. Rafael interrupts her inner monologue with “I need you to stop repeating the shit your parents and teachers and such yelled at you growing up. They were wrong, and nothing you just said makes sense.” (Thirteenth panel): The perspective switches back to the driver’s side profile. Rafael says: “A poor memory isn’t synonymous with poor priorities. Nor does it speak to a lack of maturity. The priority was there, we just have to build a better habit of checking things before we leave the apartment. Both of us. It’s gonna take time. You afford everyone else a ton of patience, all the time. Can you please afford some for yourself? The situation sucks, we were both looking forward to this. But it’s not the end of the world. We didn’t forget things on purpose. So let’s take it easy and try to end the day on a good note. Alright?” Magritte says: “Okay… c-can we um….” (Fourteenth panel): Magritte has turned to face Rafael and her eyes are filled with tears and they’re running down her cheeks. Rafael looks startled, lifting his arm off Magritte’s back. Magritte says: “Can we get some ice cream on the way back?” Rafael says: “O-of course!” End of description.]
This description was written and provided by Hiwi.
I must not buy. Buying is the purse-killer. Buying is the little-dopamine that brings total bankruptcy. I will face my wishlist. I will permit the limited time sale to pass over me and through me. And when it has expired I will turn the inner eye to see its impulses. When the mania has gone there will be nothing. Only $ will remain.
Hey if you’re thinking your workplace could use a union, but you’re not sure what is a ‘legit’ reason for having coworkers over at your place to talk privately–
Start a DND group. Like it doesn’t have to be hardcore, but it’s a great way to tell your co workers 'hey we have snacks and shit at my place every Wednesday night for DND come hang out’ and should DND night turn into union night Y'ALL CAN BE INSUFFERABLE NERDS IN THE WORK CHAT WITH MEMES AND YOUTUBE LINKS, and NO ONE will want to investigate the loud nerds with their weird tabletop gaming ritual. No manager is gonna wanna expose themself to your home to find out if you’re actually playing dice games or planning a corporate overthrow.
