stars-of-shadowmoon:

itstimewehavesomesoliddick:

nabokovsshadows:

nekkofoxisback:

tails-155:

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via http://imgur.com/gallery/x5mE5

Original: http://william-snekspeare.tumblr.com/

Never will these not be cute.

One of my all time favourite things I’ve seen tumblr

we shortly interrupt your regular shitposting program with these reptiles

@orochimartyr

elodieunderglass:

beemovieerotica:

I know people on tumblr looove stories of underwater cave diving, but I haven’t seen anyone talk about nitrogen narcosis aka “raptures of the deep

basically when you want to get your advanced scuba certification (allowing you to go more than 60 feet deep) you have to undergo a very specific test: your instructor takes you down past the 60+ foot threshold, and she brings a little underwater white board with her.

she writes a very basic math problem on that board. 6 + 15. she shows it to you, and you have to solve it.

if you can solve it, you’re good. that is the hardest part of the test.

because here’s what happens: there is a subset of people, and we have no real idea why this happens only to them, who lose their minds at depth. they’re not dying, they’re not running out of oxygen, they just completely lose their sense of identity when deep in the sea.

a woman on a dive my instructor led once vanished during the course of the excursion. they were diving near this dropoff point, beyond which the depth exceeded 60 feet and he’d told them not to go down that way. the instructor made his way over to look for her and found a guy sitting at the edge of the dropoff (an underwater cliff situation) just staring down into the dark. the guy is okay, but he’s at the threshold, spacing out, and mentally difficult to reach. they try to communicate, and finally the guy just points down into the dark, knowing he can’t go down there, but he saw the woman go.

instructor is deep water certified and he goes down. he shines his light into the dark, down onto the seafloor which is at 90 feet below the surface. he sees the woman, her arms locked to her sides, moving like a fish, swimming furiously in circles in the pitch black.

she is hard to catch but he stops her and checks her remaining oxygen: she is almost out, on account of swimming a marathon for absolutely no reason. he is able to drag her back up, get her to a stable depth to decompress, and bring her to the surface safely.

when their masks are off and he finally asks her what happened, and why was she swimming like that, she says she fully, 100% believed she was a mermaid, had always been a mermaid, and something was hunting her in the dark 👍

👍

zeroducks-2:

madamezuki:

zara2148:

Tumblr users have the same energy as Gotham citizens who refuse to move away after the fifth supervillain attack in a week.

At some point, staying becomes a weird badge of pride.

Look, I stay on Tumblr the same reason people stay in Gotham: at any given moment I could be blessed with a vision of Nightwing’s ass.

Except Nightwing is based in Bludhaven and we are all fools :)

4yottsu:

Slade Wilson

s-mscott:

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Come on baby, light my 🔥

aromancy:

judasclementine:

arecaceae175:

breannasfluff:

dzamie:

teaboot:

hatingongodot:

hatingongodot:

hatingongodot:

“Why don’t people recognize Link in TOTK” bc everyone imagines the legendary swordsman to be built like Ganondorf and Link doesn’t bother correcting anyone bc being hailed as a hero is like on the bottom of his priorities, which are topped by things like “Bake one of every pie”

Rando farmer: They say that once the noble hero of legend passed by this very village! Isn’t that wonderful to imagine, genderfluid stranger?

Link, 5'6" with 2" heels and wearing a backless dress suspiciously stained with blood: no yeah that’s wild

“Wouldn’t they recognize him bc he’s with Zelda” Everyone interacting with Zelda was like “Wow, the princess!! The princess who saved Hyrule is here, talking to us! Plus some guy with three sets of pronouns who’s building a bomb but more importantly The Princess!! Wow!!”

#zelda seemingly not having much gender fuckery abt her makes thrm funnier#thats zelda a pretty princess and her girlboyfriend pal soulmate across fates they/them/he/she/it guyALT

Zelda keeps coming across spare genders she doesn’t need and Link follows behind scooping them all up off the ground like a starving trash possum

Someone uses an unfamiliar pronoun around Zelda, and she hears the item pickup sound come from Link

Every time this comes across my dash it’s gotten better.

THIS

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Link loaned Zelda a set of he/him at one point and he called himself Sheik for about half a game.

Anonymous asked:

Wait wait you can't just drop that off and not elaborate. What do you mean is there a mafia presence in Wales?? Please spill, what things did you notice??

bisquid:

bisquid:

Okay so bearing in mind that I have ADHD and Chronic Terrible Observational Skills:

  • I am in Cardiff
  • For a concert I am attending solo
  • Doors open at 5
  • 4:15 ish I go ‘hmm I should eat something’
  • Cardiff is - unsurprisingly, being tiny and yet home to FOUR concert venues - Very Busy
  • Find McDonald’s
  • McDonald’s is very full. I recall my last concert related McDick’s experience, and promptly bounce
  • Directly across the street
  • Is an Italian restaurant
  • It looks closed but fuckit maybe I can beg for like. Bread or some shit
  • Go over
  • Am immediately pounced upon by the hitherto unnoticed chain-smoking woman hanging out by the door mostly hidden by a potted ficus(?)
  • “I was wondering if you were open and if-” “yes yes we are open what would you like?” (strongish Italian accent)
  • Inside restaurant is Deserted
  • Explain that I’m sort of in a rush, am assured it’s fine
  • Order chicken milanese which is generally a pasta dish with a breaded chicken component
  • Am led to seat nearish the front and promptly provided with a pint of coke in a glass tankard
  • Am then provided with a front row seat to an absolutely incomprehensible series of people entering and exiting (and in one case walking directly into) the door to what I can only presume is the kitchen
  • Starting with the guy who had been sitting at a table chain-smoking over a pile of papers
  • I counted at least three people exiting at least twice without actually entering in between
  • Am finally brought food
  • It is a breaded, butterflied chicken breast approximately the size of my face and a small pile of pasta approximately the size of my fist
  • It is all delicious
  • Chain-smoking papers man reappears, now wearing a chef’s apron labcoat thing
  • Go up to pay, chain-smoking ficus lady is now having a very loud argument in a language I did not recognise but was not Italian Welsh English French russian Gaelic or Spanish
  • She sees me, says, and I quote 'ah little girl lost, one moment’ and promptly hangs up
  • I am 27 and only nominally female
  • I am not remotely lost
  • She charges me for the pint of coke but not the food
  • I try to point out that she hasn’t charged me for the food
  • 'do you want to pay for the food?’
  • ’…. Not if I don’t have to?’
  • 'good’
  • I leave. The door is now full of half a dozen very tall very Italian men and one absolutely adorable cocker spaniel
  • I ask if I can pet the dog (I have my priorities straight okay)
  • I am allowed to pet the dog. The dog and I are now best friends
  • The dog lead holder asks me in extremely accented but impeccably correct English if I had enjoyed the food
  • 'yeah it was great!’
  • Everyone laughs a bit
  • I smile and pet the dog and realise I’m now late for the concert and hurry off


  • I see a post on Tumblr about mob fronts and several connections are made in my brain all at once

Everyone I’ve mentioned this to has gone ‘was the food really good?’ as a like initial litmus test for front-likelihood so I’m glad to see we’re all on the same page here

blinolikiy:

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Uzumaki Mito

tuna-a:

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michaelnordeman:

Least weasel/vessla in its white winter coat. Värmland, Sweden (February 12, 2023).