Well, you'll see me hyperfixating on stuff on this blog.
Adult, but this blog is SFW
Art blog: @just_radicles_and_co IG: just_radicles_and_co
I’m sorry. I gotta close asks for a bit to keep up with all the asks in my inbox. I’ll still do my best to share fundraisers, but unfortunately my financial situation isn’t good right now to donate. I wish everyone all the best.
ADS THAT SUDDENLY TAKE UP THE WHOLE PAGE
ADS THAT SUDDENLY TAKE UP THE WHOLE PAGE AND PLAY MUSIC
What about ads that play music, but you can’t find them anywhere on the page?
Still hearing the ads music after you close the page
having adblock
Sites that forbid adblock
When ads pop up even when Adblock is enabled
When porn ads pop up unexpectedly
this post gets better everytime i see it
When you try get rid of the add really fast but accidentally click on the link that sends you to seventy different pages before you can go back.
THIS POST KEEPS GETTING BETTER
When the ad shows something you’re actually interested in.
When you have to wait to skip the ad
When the ad is about abused/animals needing homes
I dub this post “The Legend of Advertisements”!
when you get rid of the add but it keeps coming back.
It got better.
Making it my goal to reblog this once every day lol
When you get so many ads at once that the site you’re on crashes and you have to reload the page.
wHY IS THIS SO ACCURAT E
I found this amusing, so here you go.
When the ad asks why you want to get rid of it and won’t go away:
*hits it with shoulder*
When the X button is too darn small
Too legendary *not* to reblog ;w;
This is just goofy at this point. Am I going to make it worse? Yes
When there is a fake X button that opens another add page
tawnysoup asked:
CRUEL!!!! CRUEL!!!!!!! CRUEL TO MY LOOPLET!!! MEAN!!!! FUCKIGNG MEAN!!!!
pillowspace answered:
LMAOOOO. NOOO, I’M JUST GENTLY BATHING THEM, DON’T WORRY ABOUT IT <3
AT LEAST USE GENTLY WARMED WATER YOU ANIMAL!!!! MY!!! HIGH PEDIGREE ANIMAL!!! TREATED LIKE MILK LOOPSHIE!!!
WELL MAYBE I SHOULD HAVE USED MILK IF YOU WERE GONNA BE SO UNGRATEFUL ABOUT ME WASHING YOUR ANIMAL!!
IF MY AAMINAL WANTS TO BE A STINKER THEN THATS THEIR PREROGATIVE!!! I DONT OWN THEM!!! I MEAN I DO OWN THEM BUT I DONT WANT TO INTRUDE ON THEIR PERSONAL LIFE YOU KNOW THAT WOULD BE UMNBECOMING ITHINGK
This joke has been stuck in the preview of my posts for over a month
This joke has been stuck
in the preview of my posts
for over a month
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
HAIKU BOT...
"there is no platonic explanation for this--"
I fell asleep in my friends' arms. It was eleven at night, we were tired, curled up in a small pile on my tiny bed. I had my head buried in my roommate's side, and one of my closest friend's hand on my shoulder, steadying me. It was quiet and nothingness and peace and their heartbeats in my ears, my hands in their hair.
"there is no platonic explanation for this--"
We pack four people to that little bed, you know. Laps used as footrests, collarbones as pillows, little lights like moonlight in rustic yellow bathed on their faces. The TV plays an anime. The words are repeated by my dear friend on my shoulder, curled close. My legs are asleep; my roommate may be, too.
"there is no platonic explanation for this--"
The cat curls on top of our criss cross mess of legs and arms and heads on chests to absorb the warmth of us all. She purrs in contented peace. When my roommate and I are left alone in the quiet, she cries, and watches the door for our friends' return.
"there is no platonic explanation for this--"
I will never kiss them but the top of their heads. I will never touch but the warmth of their arms. I will never take more than what's freely given, and in return I put my glasses on the bedside table fashioned from a guitar amp, and when I lean into their sides, I pick up my vulnerability and place it in their capable, tender hands.
"there is no platonic explanation for this--"
I sing for them. I cry for them. I work and I run and I withstand the worst of the world for them, because some days I get to cradle their forehead on my shoulder and some days I get to see their shining eyes.
"there is no platonic explanation for this--"
Maybe to you. But look beyond explanation. I love them. With my heart in my unsteady hands, with my nose pressed to the side of their head, with the buzzing in my feet and the warmth all around Iike the sunset pushing into the window.
"there is no platonic explanation for this--"
Is it enough to say I love them? With no strings attached? With reckless abandon and utter devotion and freedom and kindness and fear?
"there is no platonic explanation for this--"
I cannot explain it any clearer. I love my friends. There is no more to say.
there’s something about hands:
• splayed flat over someone’s chest, a warm, grounding anchor. “easy. easy. lay still.”
• knuckles raked across a sternum. “come on back now… that’s it. there you are. deep breaths for me.”
• the vulnerability of uncovering a painful wound to let someone else inspect it. “i promise i’ll be really gentle, but i have to take a look.”
• gently frantic. “oh my god. is that blood? is all of that yours?”
• A held captive, strung up to the rafters by their wrists. B finally rushes in, clutches A’s face in their hands, tips their chin up. desperately searches for any hint of awareness. “A. A, look at me. please look at me. i need a medic over here!”
• B’s cool hand pressed against A’s fever-hot forehead. bonus points if they cup the back of A’s head with the other hand at the same time. A closes their eyes and leans into the touch ever so slightly.
good things will happen 🧿
things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿
THIS ONE FUCKING WORKS. REBLOG IT.
this for real fucking works
Apparently this one fuckin works, and who am I to argue with the collective agreement of tumblr. Will report back if good things happen.
HEY DID YOU GUYS KNOW ABOUT THIS. THAT AFTER THE INCIDENT, SIFFRIN USED WISH CRAFT TO MAKE SURE HE'D NEVER FORGET HIS FRIENDS. DID YOU KNOW THAT. BECAUSE I DIDN'T.
FIRST OF ALL, MY HEART
SECOND OF ALL HUH
some people said this might be the origin of the "Memory of [Name]" memories.
i was just looking through the memories and,
THIS IS HOW YOU REMEMBER THEM
NOT AS IN "THIS IS THE KIND OF PERSON YOU REMEMBER THEM TO BE"
THIS IS HOW YOU DO IT
