We're All Mad Here

findingfeather:

escuerzoresucitado:

I absolutely fucking hate this. Gold star, no notes.

nkp1981:

Trying Something New In The Hope It Works:

my creation

happyheidi:

happyheidi:

🦔

This is Charles. He wants to go on a journey around tumblr. could you show him around?

Omg he’s back!! How are you bud ??

“I’ve seen some things”

rowofan:

sour lemon >x<

ospreyonthemoon:

riluri:

gay-jesus-probably:

latinajedi:

clauonacloud-deactivated2022071:

n-breezii:

YOU GET THE FUCK BACK HERE AND EXPLAIN THAT RIGHT NOW

well damn

wordfather:

captainjonnitkessler:

captainjonnitkessler:

Super fucked up that I can’t be a master-level expert in knitting AND woodworking AND silversmithing AND embroidery AND soap making AND spinning AND -

“Who would ever want to be immortal? Can you imagine the loneliness, knowing that there’s no one else like you, cursed to outlive -” shut up!! Some of us have shit to do and aren’t cowards!!

mckitterick:

norvicensiandoran:

the Ides of March grows near

asteroidtroglodyte:

teler-of-gallifrey:

alaric-greyson:

lavenderstream:

I know her tumblr would be fire

One of my sister’s friends posted something about her attic being creepy and it ended up getting 50k notes as everyone argued about why it was creepy, whether it was real, and if it was actually just perfectly reasonable.

Candace would have dozens of posts like that with her describing some crazy shenanigans of her brothers and a couple weirdly out of focus pics attached.

They’d blow up initially with people scoffing about how dumb it is but then someone pipes up with “oh yeah the rocket race around the world was crazy when they came through our town”. And suddenly other people are adding their own photos or reblogs.

Sadly when Candice thinks she has proof and shows her mom, Tumblr’s search function tells her they can’t find any records of her own post.

The logical conclusion that Doofenshmirtz wrote the code for tumblr’s search non-function is delightful

yeomanstuff:

appendingfic:

describedposts:

just-dnd-thingys:

[Image ID: Tweet from pea poopingirl @/PoopingIRL on 8/14/23 - i think the idea of a shady dwarven salesman selling “cheap” stuff to humans and laughing to himself like “heh it will only last one generation, those stupid idiots, how will they even pass it down to their kids” forgetting that one dwarf generation is like 4 human ones is funny. There’s a black bar at the bottom with an iFunny watermark in the corner. End ID.]

Elf ea-nasir selling mithril armor that will last no more than 1,000 years getting death threats from his fellow elves but doing numbers w/humans

Actually, I really like this idea as why elven and dwarven crafts are so good. Something that’s merely acceptable is meant to last most of one of their lifetimes. So even a mediocre dwarven craftsman will make something a human can pass down.

And you can always sell what the apprentice makes while still learning to a human, letting them know it will merely last for the rest of their life.

The elven version of IKEA could be a human family heirloom.