Multi-award winning band Corroded Coffin daring each other to play the “number neighbour” game one night while on a break from rehearsals. Each of them texting their number neighbour a silly ‘hello you’re my number neighbour, send a funny pic?’ text.
There’s a few replies, Gareth gets a dick pic that they spend, seemingly an eternity laughing at him for.
Jeff gets a picture from a care home taken by a staff member of everyone waving accompanied by a heartfelt thank you message about how her family hadn’t visited this woman in weeks, and the surprise message had made her smile. He keeps messaging her after cause fuck this womans family shes his grandma now. The band sends her flowers once a week on a recurring plan with a local florist.
Frank the Freak gets a pic of a desk full of homework and books and a quick “finals!!!!!” A quick back and forth gets that poor student enough takeout to feed their whole dorm.
And Eddie. Eddie gets Steve. Steve, who’d been asleep when he texted, so Eddie wakes up to a pic of a very sleep rumpled golden retriever curled around an extremely sleep rumpled ragdoll cat captioned “sleeby” when Steve had woken up to the text and decided his (the cat) and Robins (the dog) pets deserved their time to shine.
He politely requests more pictures, and the shenanigans begin.
te/rfs and transphobes on tik tok are currently losing their mind over an older trans man saying “hey the laws you wanna pass that would put trans women in the men’s bathroom would also put me in the women’s bathroom” and all their responses have basically been that he’s a predator and that if they saw him there they would physically assault him. so yeah i don’t ever wanna hear ppl say “oh these laws won’t affect trans men” or “trans men only have to deal with infantilization, not actual violence” bc there is at least one example out there of the above actually happening.
also before anyone comes in with “it’s only bc they think he’s a trans woman!!!!!!” nope. many of them specifically reference him being a “female shooting male hormones.”
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 👍
By the time Eddie is twelve, going to live with his uncle in a trailer in Hawkins, he only has a dozen or so words from his soulmate.
It used to make him guilty, that his soulmate was the kind of person who rarely lied, getting stuck with Eddie who spit lies out like they were the shells of sunflower seeds. Then it made him angry, that he only had a handful of shit like he did it! and I already washed my hands. A small spattering of normal kid shit, while Eddie had to say things like no, officer, I don’t know where my father is and Mom’s just not feeling well today, Mrs. Anderson.
Then, a year or so before his dad got caught for good, he got It’s nothing, I just tripped and Yeah, Mom, I understand, I know he won’t do it again and he thought - maybe his soulmate is the kind of kid who knows sometimes it’s just better not to say anything.
As other platforms send refugees our way, I wanted to point out that there’s a pretty easy way to skirt the so-called “porn ban” on tumblr, especially for fanart purposes. Check it out:
Make your smutty lil art. Then make a second version with a sticker or a blur or a text banner, or simply do a clever crop to eliminate the unsuitable bits and bobs. Tip: if the art is very flesh toned, maybe drop a purple or green filter on it, so the AI that detects nudity overlooks it.
(On a desktop comp) Save the Smutty Lil Version as a Draft post on your Tumblr. In your drafts, click on the images so that it isolates, then right click and Open Image in a New Tab. From that tab, copy the URL. It’ll look something like “64.media.tumblr.com/letternumbersalad”
3. Make another separate post. Make your Modest Version the image, and then indicate that there’s a clickthrough to the Smutty Lil Version, and link in “64.media.tumblr.com/letternumbersalad”
4. Ta da! Now your viewers can choose to click into the smut. I’m not saying its gonna work every time forever, YMMV, but as someone who posts like… 5% smut, it’s always worked for me.
You were born of a sacrilegious union. Your green dragon mom never figured the knight she seduced while masquerading as a noblewoman was a silver dragon in disguise. You’d no idea either, born a human orphan. When your dragon blood awoke, so did the dangers which all your heritage entails.
and then they proceeded to be the worst at their jobs for the next 20 years
No no, you don’t get it. Jesse and James are the absolute best there is at their jobs, but they have no idea what their jobs are.
They think that they’re thieves, agents of an elite criminal group led by Giovanni, stealing rare pokemon and advanced technology and such. And there might have been a time this actually was their jobs. In the first season or two, they frequently get angry phone calls about how they’ve fucked everything up, or get their expense account cut off because they have literally never turned a profit on their criminal enterprises and constantly procure and then lose/destroy expensive and elaborate devices.
But then the world came within a hair’s breadth of being destroyed, several times, and Jesse, James, and their weird cat rescued everybody. As terrible as they’ve always been at criminal endeavors of any kind, when the apocalypse approaches and they’re forced to step up, they’re really fucking good at saving the day.
And Giovanni is over here like… if the planet is destroyed, or time/space becomes unrecognizable, or civilization collapses, there’s no way for me to run a profitable criminal enterprise anymore. I need this planet, because it’s where I keep all my stuff. And I don’t pretend to understand the why of it, but these couple of bumbling nutcases that I should have fired years ago seem to be an important component of that? Somehow? So you gotta stop thinking about them in terms of acquisitions and start considering them… loss prevention. As in, even if you waste a million dollars a month on giant cat-faced robots and a vast array of fancy ball gowns and they never turn a profit, they are preventing all of your assets from going away at the same time because of something you can’t do anything about.
And that’s the great secret behind Team Rocket. These guys aren’t thieves, they’re professional superheroes (sponsored by organized crime). Of course, nobody ever bothered to tell them that.
“To protect the world from devastation…”
Plus, as is frequently pointed out: Jesse and James are good at every other job EXCEPT Team Rocket. They’re actually smart businesspeople and run successful food and merchandise stands and are great salespeople.
Hell, even in Team Rocket situations where they’re not chasing after Pikachu they’ve done better.
It’s just their Achilles Heel is one damn OP rodent.
Pikachu Proximity Intelligence Chart
pretty sure giovanni keeps them on so he can commit insurance fraud by giving them tech insured for way more than what was paid for it so when it inevitably gets destroyed he gets a nice check.
I’m accepting all of these responses actually
J&J (& Meowth) are field testers, catspaws and urban legend verifiers.
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