Water temple (candi tirto). Yogyakarta, Indonesia (2) (3) (4) by Caspar Tromp
Nika Goltz, illustration for Fairy tales by Oscar Wilde
Ghent, Belgium by anamariamnc
oh, humans. humans being human. i love you.
rlly embarrassing when ppl act like topping/bottoming has any bearing on anything beyond how you like to fuck. grow up
you’re like, inches away from asking who’s the man and who’s the woman lol
Are fedoras really that bad?
YES YES THEY ARE
ask-omnipony:
I don’t really believe this mumbo jumbo
I mean it’s a goddamn hat.
Right..?
The white rose, it symbolizes the unique beauty of all the women who wish not to be with a nice guy such as myse-
I wonder if this works with other kinds of hat…
Nothing ventured, nothing gained…
WHEEEN THE MOON HITS YOUR EYE LIKE A BIG PIZZA PIE THAT’S AMORREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Men of Tumblr are my favorite kind of people…
wait, does that mean?
oh boy…….
Luckily, this nonsense doesn’t work on girls.
Observe…

IT’S GOTTEN BETTER!
This post is immaculate

It can’t be true.
And it can’t possibly work on motorcycle helmets.
I must test it.
Nothing happening so far…
HOLY SHIT IT WORKS

What in the world?
Oh why not? This should be interesting.
Here we go!
Were all mad here in Underland!
What the hell! Never Again!
… Actually …
One more time.
Alright, I gotta try this!
Can’t be that bad!
….
…oh my god…
This is one of my favourite things to look at
holy shit this stuff is back

The Gravity Falls one though

i wonder if it works for flower crowns?
here goes nothin-
w HAT THE
DID I JUST-
WHAT THE FUCK

Okay Clearly something is up.
Hmm… I wonder
I’m sure nothing could possibly…
HOLY SHIT

IT GOT BETTER
I HAVE BEEN SEARCHING SO LONG FOR THIS POST OH MY GOD!!!
I wonder what happens when you wear 8 of these at once…

Never not reblog
IT’S ON MY DASH. ACTUALLY ON MY DASH.
IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 2024?!?!?!!? IT IS ON MY DASH??????

It’s so nice to see an ancient relic post be kept alive for the younger generation on this website 😂
oh thank god i found the unvandalized one
tiktoks with vine energy pt. 22
Confession: I'm a gay man but my problem is my biggest crush is a long dead celebrity who's slowly fading obscurity and no real life man is anywhere near as sexy as this one guy who died in 2005 who no one my age has heard of. It's like my sexuality is laser focused on this dead guy 😭
nooo haha syd barrett died in 2006, common mistake:)
EVERYBODY CAST YOUR 2005 DEATHS IN REPLIES🗣️👇👇
WE HAVE A HINT FOLKS 🗣️
alright nobody out nobody in🗣️
During lockdown I worked on two projects: one was a ditch that needed to be cleared out of tules and cattails but turtles lived there. So I’d follow the excavator scooping out the vegetation and make sure no turtles were trapped in it, and if they were, freeing them and putting them in a safe part of the ditch. It’s extremely muddy, sticky work. Hold on, I have a photo of one of the guys:
No one is having a good time.
The OTHER project was going to destroy rare salamander habitat and so we had to buy some appropriate habitat. But every mitigation bank was sold out. I found a guy selling future mitigation bank credits through the powers of making a lot of phone calls and then, through the power of polite requests, got our Wildlife Agency rep to sign off on this plan. Except. You can’t say “I gave seven figures to a guy who promises to someday make habitat”, that guy could abscond. You also can’t be like “I supes promise to pay for mitigation AFTER the project.” because WE could not pay out. We were, for various reasons, disinclined to delay the project. The Wildlife Agency rep — bless her, she really held my hand through this whole process — was like “how about you put the money in escrow?” Great. A plan.
So I call an escrow company — which was not an organization used to being cold-called, much less by someone standing next to an excavator, covered in mud. I was trying to provide only the information needed to enable success and NOT go on a five-ten minute rant on salamander life cycles. Also I was DEEPLY out of my depth.
“Hi! I was wondering if you could hold money in an escrow account for a longer period?”
“… Well, in some circumstances we can hold it for up to 90 days — but we’d need to know the circumstances.”
“Ah! I need someone to hold it for up to two years? Do you know of any companies who’d be able to help me?”
“What. What is happening with the house that this is necessary?”
“Oh uh. It’s not a house, per se, it’s a rare salamander mitigation bank. It needs to be built.”
“The salamanders need a custom house?”
“No no no no no uh. They need a pond. We’re paying someone to make a pond. But! They need time to make the pond. Hence the escrow account. So. Who could?”
“So like a lizard house?”
“They are amphibians?”
“Let me. Transfer you to my supervisor.”
<after a pause a different person comes on the line but also unfortunately at this moment the excavator operator fishes a turtle out of the ditch.>
“Hi! Sorry one second I need to put down the phone to help a turtle.” <interlude> “Thank you so much for waiting! I’m back! Can you talk to me about escrow options?”
“What was happening with the turtle?”
“Oh it was trapped in some cattails but I got it out. Sorry for putting down the phone — you need both hands to grab them because they bite! I need an escrow account to hold funds for up to two years?”
“For a house for lizards? Are you a zoo?”
“Ah! Salamanders, actually! And a mitigation bank, not a house. I actually work for X organization.”
“What is a mitigation bank?” (The critical question!)
“Oh when you’re building something and need to impact some rare species habitat you can pay someone to make new rare species habitat.”
“Huh.”
“But this habitat is incomplete! It doesn’t have a pond. So my organization won’t pay until AAAAAAAAA excuse me sorry I fell into a ditch. My organization needs there to be a pond there before they pay for the property. So one path forward is an escrow account.”
“Are you OK?”
“Yes absolutely!”
“What’s the cost of this bank?”
“Two million dollars.”
<the tenor of the conversation became markedly warmer at this point.>
“OK if you get my your contact information then I’ll email you some options and then we can discuss — do you have time now?”
“Unfortunately I do not have email access right this second. Also I need to get out of the ditch. Could we put a pin in this conversation and circle back tomorrow?”
“Of course, I look forward to working with your organization?”
“Thank you so much!”
“Good luck with the. Ditch. And turtles?”
“Thank you! Have a great day!”
When you’re in the middle of playing hockey, you don’t have much time or lungpower to spare for lengthy chats, so hockey players develop a lot of on-ice shorthand. Some of this is probably limited to beer leagues like mine, but I’ve definitely heard a few of these phrases caught on the rink-level mics during NHL games, so I thought maybe some of y’all who don’t play hockey might be interested in translations of a few of the things hockey players yell at each other mid-game.
OFF = You are offside.
OOOOOOOFF = You are offside and don’t seem to realize it; stop trying to touch the puck and move your ass out of the fucking zone before you force a whistle.
CHANGE = You’ve been on the ice a long time.
CHAAAAAAANGE = Are you aware that there are other people on this team who would like to play hockey at some point?
ONE ON = An opposing player is trying to get the puck away from you and it appears that you haven’t noticed.
GOT TIME = Don’t panic and fling the puck into Siberia, there’s no one close enough to take it away from you right this second.
ICE IT = We’ve been in our zone for three minutes and everyone on the ice is nearing collapse, so go ahead, panic and fling the puck into Siberia.
I’M OPEN = Pass toward the sound of my voice right fucking now.
ALL YOU = Take the puck forward yourself; everyone else is far enough behind you that you should not rely on getting any backup on this developing play.
I GOT YOU = You are so egregiously out of position that it makes more sense for us to just switch jobs for a minute.
I GOT IT = If we both skate hard to the puck at the same time, as is currently happening, there will be no one to pass it to and also we are liable to collide in an unproductive fashion, so just let me handle it.
I GOT IT I GOT IT I GOT IT = You did not listen to me and we are about to collide in an unproductive fashion.
edited to add: NOOOOOOOOOOO = The ref has signaled no icing on this play, so quit gliding while you wait for a whistle and move your damn feet. (This is probably the most confusing one to overhear if you don’t know what it means XD)
back in the day this post made the rounds in hockey RPF and in Check Please and I am pleased to see once again a hockey-based fandom full of people who know nothing about hockey circulating this crucial info XD for the record I am always happy to splain hockey at pretty much anyone who asks!
oh that just means they’re a goalie. there is no explaining goalies. one time I asked my goalie why he didn’t use a gear bag with wheels (goalie bags almost always have wheels bc they have more/heavier equipment) and he—bent almost double under the weight of his gigantic bag—looked me straight in the eye and said “it makes me appreciate the game more.” I once knew a goalie who communicated solely via gifs of porn bloopers. there’s one NHL goalie whose pregame ritual is to go sit in the empty arena and stare at the empty ice surface for literal hours. each goalie is a full subculture that no one understands but themselves
snobby new yorker accidentally gets stranded back in time in the revolutionary war and they genuinely cannot handle the fact that everything important is happening in boston and philly
like they understand it rationally but in their heart they're like "lin manuel miranda lied to me."
back when hamilton first came out I made my parents listen to it and afterwards my dad said "well. that's not historically accurate." and when I looked at him for clarification he added "no one in the 1770s would have referred to new york as the greatest city in the world."
In Rimworld my top surgeon just failed to give a guy a peg leg four times in a row. So that's how my day is going.
Well no shit they can't give a guy a peg leg that's not top surgery at all
My BEST surgeon my MOST SKILLED surgeon my SURGEON WITH THE HIGHEST MEDICINE STAT just failed to give a guy a peg leg four times in a row.
edit of this post I just couldn't not make
Oh this is perfection, meet world famous detective - Beignet Blanc
Late edit.... Actually, I stand corrected
NOW we have achieved perfection!







