Not personally a fan of the "reblog this or you're a horrible person" but! this is important enough to be reblogged anyway
I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:
IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.
1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.
2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.
3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”
4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”
5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.
TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.
Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.
Miles's excuse for anything Gwen or Peter say no to is "It's for Morale(s)"
oh no my greatest weakness (simple subtraction) revealed! ya got me there my friend hc-ppc
sincerely,
oo-do
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overheard a group of guys walking from the math building at college and all I heard was "... if you SQUARE it!" followed by rambunctious laughter from the entire group
oh yeah what I meant by this! watched Interstellar with my brothers last night. two of them are science nerds! so well one has seen it and one hadn't before
so afterward I sat at a table with the one that hadn't priorly seen it and asked scale of 1 to 10 how realistic he felt it was. he got immediately hung up on the mathematics of the time as portrayed on screen, we jabbered about that for a while
... and second brother comes in. "Okay what you NEED to know," he says, and he's apparently talked this over with the fandom several times over, and he just takes off in this conversation and here I am sitting between two brothers who are going off about the science of well everything practically
inwardly I'm kinda making this face :D because I miss these sorts of arguments (and also I get to be a part of it)
and bro
okay yeah I could go into the whole wormholes and black hole/white hole and time shift and that sort of thing, it was a good conversation, but I'll save that for another time
and there was the whole me bringing up The Martian as more realistic and then us picking it apart too (tbh it's very good tho) but again not the point of tonight's tale
the point being
loved ones are so precious
loved ones are so precious when they're engaging in the thing they love
love languages can be arguing over science technicalities in science fiction and cinema
I love these people so much and I love that I get to be theirs.
bringing back the interstellar fandom one cranky science nerd at a time
my brain shutting off as soon as it can
i am bad at drawing but i will do it for u
PSA (public sippy announcement)
adorable dad thing today: watching the man cook
for context, when he was a young college student he worked at a fancy restaurant in the middle of nowhere. From time to time he pulls out his skills from that restaurant whether it's cooking or random waiter things or whatnot. He absolutely loves cooking. He's so good at it too.
And, I don't know, there's just something about it. Him opening the oven to pull out three pans of golden beautiful enchiladas made with such specificity and love. Enough to feed his family for two days and also a couple of young adults who were stopping by for food. The love. Small batch huge heart. So much care.
He used to hate complex foods. He used to be a horrible picky eater who didn't like tomatoes or mushrooms or anything red or anything grown up. (This was before I knew him, but I know stories.) He used to hate cooking. And then, to be a dad, he learned. He learned for work to support his family and then he learned for love to feed his family. And decades later he's still at it. And it's incredible. I cannot fathom food as good as my dad's.
Forget adorable. My dad is precious.
so true!!! also sort them into a billion million folders on your phone because printing a ton does cost some money but having a separate folder for each VIBE is 🤌✨
copy to new folder
copy to new folder
copy to folder
like yeah there will be storage consequences one day but that day is so far off in the future because photo files are smol
make a bunch of folders for your photos 🫵
(and if you can, it is nice to have physical photos. brings so much love)
you should probably print some photos sometime. it's a different feeling when they're not on a screen
here to explore (you can call me music, pronouns I'll leave up to you!)
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