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[transfaabulous]

[ID: A photograph of half-baked oatmeal raisin cookies in an oven, as viewed through the oven door. /end ID]

HEY GUESS WHAT I'M MAKING

[dahlingplease]

[image: A traditional pen drawing of Rosamund Du Prix, a white young princess with many scars around her face and arms. She wears a flower dress that stops shy from her boots. Her whole appearance is weathered, with bent arms and bags under her eyes. Still, she smiles, and wears her long hair down with a braid and a crown of thorns. Behind her is a bow made of briars. Briars also cover her arms. She's wearing a thorny necklace with a rose pendant. End image description.]

MY Rosamund has muscular atrophy and so much thorny jewelry

[depreciated-dragon]

[Image description: two photographs of a pair of cats looking out of each leg of a pair of pants. End I.D.]

[transfaabulous]

[ID: One image. A cropped screenshot of an anonymous ask that reads: You should be fucking ashamed of yourself. You do not belong to our community if this is how you're going to act. Fuck you and fuck Harry Potter. You disgusting pig. /end ID]

?????????

What is wrong with you people????? I reblogged one post that only tangentially related to Harry Potter because it had a lot of cool art about phoenixes as based on different birds. You realize phoenixes are like. not something JKR made up? Phoenixes are mythological creatures that have been around long before Rowling's mother shat her out.

You people legitimately act as though you're in a cult. I want no part of your "community" if this is how you behave, as though you're the final arbiter of who belongs or not in the first place. Grow up, you arrogant, over-dramatic child.

[malbolge-official]

[ID: The Tumblr five posts achievement badge. /end ID]

5 posts!

...I've been on Tumblr since ~2015. I find it fun that they've implemented this, and am somewhat giddy I've gotten to see it thanks to this sideblog.

[transfaabulous]

[ID: A Tumblr ad. Title reads: Not Yet Gone, But Forgotten. Text body reads: The last survivors of the 1937 Parsley Massacre speak. Eighty-seven years later, discover their stories. Below the text is a collage of hoary Black Haitians, some showing the sunken-in and shrunken jawline that indicates major tooth loss; presumably, these are the survivors of the aforementioned massacre. Most are smiling at the camera with closed lips. /end ID]

This is legitimately the first Tumblr ad I have ever clicked. It's really fucking good. I strongly encourage anyone who sees this post, particularly Americans, to look into this piece of history. Someone born in 1937 would be around 87 years old today (2024).

As a short "teaser:" Rafael Trujillo's genocidal orders murdered around 20.000 people, including children and pregnant individuals, suspected of their being Haitian.

The oldest of the interviewed survivors is one hundred eleven years old. One survivor, who died in between the interviews, was one hundred two.

This isn't the link given by the ad, but it's the one the ad mentions.

This is the link from the ad itself, which showcases number of articles on the subject.

[depreciated-dragon]

[image description: a scalene triangle. End I.D.]

litmus test for tumblr olds

[sandybrett]

There's no heterosexual explanation for this.

[reactionimagesdaily]

[hinamie]

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[handmedownpocketpussy]

Image ID: text from user JoshuaBarretto posted 14 hours ago. It reads:

Lovely video. I have a little personal anecdote that slots surprisingly neatly into the themes of this video.

71 years ago, my grandfather took a cycling trip around the perimeter of France with a friend. He kept a diary, meticulously documenting the events of almost every day. Last month, my brothers and I embarked on the same journey, following in his footsteps. I'd avoided reading the diary beforehand, so every day I'd read about his experience at the same time that I had them myself: the places he'd visited, the food he'd eaten, the people he'd found, and at the same time we'd see the same sights. Some days we were ahead of him, some days we were behind.

After a few days, I realised that something very surprising was happening. 71 years later, and 40 years after the death of this man we never met, we stopped talking about him in the past tense. it took me a while to notice it, but it slowly became more obvious. We'd say thing like "He's just 10 kilometres ahead of us now" or "he's over there as he's taking that photo" Seven decades, suddenly erased - an experience that felt almost out of time - and in those few days he felt closer and more alive than he ever had before. It was a strange experience, and something I doubt I shall ever have again

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[araneapeixes]

lesbian bed death - goth girls are easy

This art is now available as a print <3

[trisarahtops-sketches]

Little dinosaur fast speed running very quickly rapid dashing

[outofcontextdanandphil]

"My favorite fruit is Phil" ok gay boy

[alex2xander]

My contribution to FLAT FUCK FRIDAY

HIM NAME KAI

Image ID: An plush orca (specifically a "stackable" squishmallow) in the shape of a wide long oval. The orca has white face details: two circular eyebrows, two round eyes, and a small round smile in the center. End ID.

[charhounds]