Tumblr in 2012:

Tumblr in 2022:

there are many things tumblr as a whole has to learn but one of them is “someone can reblog a post without them endorsing every action the op has ever taken, we are not beholden to do background checks on the producers of every shitpost on the internet”

Every time Sean Astin makes a statement on whether or not Sam and Frodo were indeed gay for each other in lord of the rings he’s always like “well we have to acknowledge that attitudes around sexuality have changed dramatically over the past several decades and since authorial intent is only up to speculation, the story is open to multiple readings, some of which might have different significances for different groups of people also they kiss on the lips because I said so”

at the rose city comic con panel this month a fan asked them (sean and elijah) if sam and frodo were in love and they said

Sean: .....yes. absolutely

Elijah: 100 percent.

Sean: dont tell rosie

Rosie: "This is my husband Sam, and that's his husband, Frodo. Frodo is my husband-in-law. I'm not into him, he's he's a bit too 'elfy' for my taste, but Sam likes him, and that's fine with me. As far as I know, Frodo can't give Sam children, but Frodo looks after ours all the same, so I don't mind sharing Sam if it means another pair of eyes on the wee ones. In all honesty, our family tree is right simple compared to some hobbits. Yes, I'm referrin' to you Lobelia, over there pretendin' you ain't eavesdroppin'. Still bitter you ain't got either of my boys or their house, eh?"

Lex Luthor and Bruce Wayne should spend more time being corporate enemies. 

Every single one of Luthor’s plans gets foiled and he rightfully assumes its all Lucius Fox’s fault and waits until Lucius goes on vacation to enact whatever weird evil corporate plan he has but then it gets foiled. So he waits until everyone is on vacation to enact his plan and it still gets foiled. He then learns that the only person who was in the office that day was Bruce Wayne and he has to live with being beaten by not just a himbo, but The Himbo™️

Lex Luthor and Bruce

Wayne should spend more time being

corporate enemies.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

The "car community" claim that the sexual component is small. A Google search for "car porn" suggests otherwise. Of course adults can do

Knowing that there are people who live and thrive in Los Angeles is like hearing about those animals that live at the bottom of the Mariana Trench or in hydrothermal vents or the fungi that live in the Chernobyl reactor core. I mean, yeah I guess good for them if that works, but it's still kinda mindblowing.

Those people who constantly reblog your stuff but you never really talk:

I do notice my regulars. You guys are the best.

“Regulars” makes me feel like a bar-tender…

Wiping down my dash at the end of an evening, I see your read-more, over-hear your rant in the tags, so I pour you a drink.

“…what’s troubling you, kid?”

It’s nine o’clock on a Saturday
As the regular crowd tumbls by
There’s an old fandom queen blogging next to me
And her little gray tags catch my eye

She says tumblr I’m feeling like shit today
can you send me some posts for a smile
can we talk about slash, can you fill up my dash
so I won’t have to think for a while

Laa dahdah didee dah
La dahdah didee dah dadum

Fill up my dash, you’re my followers
Fill it with pictures and fic
Yeah we’re all in the mood for some memery
And occasional pictures of dick

Now Jill is a centaur novelist
And she writes of her girlfriend and wife
She reblogs from Toni, who’s in My Little Pony,
And probably will be for life.

As the staff implements wretched changes
And we think of how aliens bone
We are writing a lot about loneliess:
It’s much better than writing alone.

AND sometimes we blog about politics

And sometimes we blog with a beer

And when I proudly boast that I’m older than most, 

They say ‘gross, what are YOU doing here’. 

*wild applause!!

“my friend the electrical engineer,”
i say,
or of someone else:
“my friend the Canadian,”
“my friend in Denver.”
and i am down south,
states and miles away.

“how did you meet?”
they ask, puzzled by
how far-flung my friendships.
“the internet,” i say,
a little proud, a little defensive
because the next words
are inevitable.

they always ask with a mix of
amusement and horror. always.
“have you met in person? no?
how can you be sure
it’s not an old pervert
in his mother’s basement, a
serial killer on the prowl?”

how can we be sure of anyone?
the man who married a pastor’s
daughter, then shot his pregnant wife
in the back of the head–they thought
they knew him.
but these anonymous souls:
they’re my friends.

we talk of books and ideas, family and
differences in where we live and
why we do what we do, and
trade stupid jokes like candy,
sweet and inclusive and joyful.
my friends.
my soul friends, who i meet
on the internet.

friendships are not born
of handshakes.
they’re born of shared things and
shared interests and
sometimes just because you’re human
and i’m human, and that
praise God
is enough.

even over the internet, that
is enough.

I think the most damage this site has done to me is making me think "It's fucken wimdy" when it is, in fact, fucken wimdy outside.

I taught one of my ranching buddies “it fucken wimdy” and now he says it around his older more established ranching buddies

The exhilaration I get- upon hearing an old rancher (I’ve never met before) in cowboy boots and a cowboy hat while on a horse, grimly saying “it fucken wimdy” in a thick west Texas accent as he looks down upon his cows- is incalculable