Maybe I "cant Handle" Spice Because I Respect The Plants Defence Mechanism

Maybe I "cant handle" spice because I respect the plants defence mechanism

What a day to be alive

I dont have my editing software rn and most likely someone already made this joke BUT

that clip of david tennant pronouncing the difficult welsh town name but with cupcakke's "gogogo" sound overimposed on the last syllables

Edit 10 minutes later: heres a shitty rendition made in darkaudacity

Just looked at a blog where the header description said 'sometimes I reblog posts I like so I don't forget them'.

And I feel like that, right there, explains so much about how the site has changed in the last few months.

People now think reblogging is an unusual behaviour, rather than a default.

Tumblr newbies, please, for the love of baby Jesus, reblog the posts you like. That is the whole reason the site exists - for you to collect all your shiny fandom objects in a single space. Which you can organize to your heart's content. Or not organize at all, if that's your jam.

Our blogs are intended to be collections of posts, not collections of likes.

please practice being excited about stuff.

yeah, I said "practice". remember how much joy there was in getting a new toy/book/game as a kid, and practice feeling that excitement again. a lot of us had that instinct squashed out of us, and you may not even know that you've internalized the idea that being excited and joyful isn't "mature" or "cool".

fuck that! let yourself experience joy and excitement! part of being an adult is learning that not only should you be able to feel anger/sadness/hard emotions without suppressing them, you have to do that for joy/excitement/wonder too.

let yourself feel unhindered, unbridled excitement!

How does it feel to know thousands of people hold love, gratitude and deep respect for you? This is a genuine question—I haven’t tried to write anything on a professional level purely because I am terrified that someone might rely on my books for comfort or stability and afterwards turn to me. I’m not qualified for that.

I'm not qualified either. I'm a human being which means I'm as messed up as anyone else on the planet ("probably more so" adds the voice in the back of my head). But I'm still going to tell stories. It's what I do.

Getting a hair cut because someone took a picture of the back of my head :/