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dawgggg this shit fucked up i was looking on ao3 and then realized one of the artists ive been rbing from on here was a c*dfia artist fuuuuuuuckkkk i didn’t know that
i have a really skewed michael jackson association that almost leans back to being funny. i’ll see him mentioned somewhere or i see the movie mentioned and i don’t even see michael jackson in a bad light or anything but in my heart i will always remember nearly freezing to death across the street from a popular movie theater simply because they paid me 300$ to live stream a protest against him. twas something abt him being a p*do and stuff. i wasn’t even part of the protesting crew like im not on video pictured (the girl does mention my name but hey im a paid crew member i do not affiliate) but i was merely taking a gig my uni sent me cuz i saw money and a phone number to call where first i was only set up/take down but then i got promoted to livestreamer cuz why not. i can hold a camera and i was willing to learn how to stream with the software (and upon reflection one of my profs was right. you do gotta say “yes i can” to everything) so my pay went up by double for that it was funny because these things are important to note: the protesting woman/leader who i was working with (she was rlly nice btw. so i never put no shade on her. shes also a school alumni. scary) had me stand on this mildly dangerous part of the street. so imagine the bicycle lane and then the car lane beside it right? and there’s a little gap in between those two lanes that i had to stand on. there’s motorcycles in the bike lane on my front and big scary cars in the back. it was mildly stressful the first hours when the big motorbikes were zooming and i prolly felt like i was gonna die in a crash or something. good times. it got better later in the night but it’s basically “if you step more than a few steps back or front you are fried” i was underdressed for the idea of staying till 9pm in my city. turns out im a dunce who can’t account for weather past a certain time. so i was freezing very very slowly while trying to be very subtle with the camera so i recorded everything that needed recording. i prolly woulda been fine if i weren’t kinda forced by the nature of my job to keep the camera stable and not shaky (i need to show my best impression) and then i lowk kept freezing bc my legs were starting to be numb along with my hands so by the time we all packed our shit up i was racing to the movie theater across the street simply because i was freezing balls and didn’t want to die while waiting for my parents to pick me up. some good security guy let me borrow a chair to sit in. i’m sure he prolly noticed i was wrecked as fuck. thank that guy he’s a decent man. didn’t entirely make the freezing leave but it didnt get worse so thats somewhat a win. i didn’t actually care that much for the cause. see, when ur lowk unemployed, broke, and need experience in the media sphere you grab at straws. even if the straws are protests you don’t quite believe in but are willing to mildly push aside. perhaps i get these mildly skewed morals from my parents so it runs in some preservation gene. whatever. even after a lovely experience of nearly freezing to death, i don’t entirely believe in the cause but i don’t disbelieve it either. do i care enough to do research? nah. could i? yeah maybe! maybe! if i felt like it! but i don’t! because i owe it to any future contact with that nice woman to keep some of the energy alive so we can bond over something. ish. even if i lowk did research and found out that the protest was for a bad cause, i don’t think my associations with MJ *would* change. very hard to rip a canon event out of that lol. not the whole “is he a p*do or not” thing, but the whole “mj = remember that one gig-” association. also post-protest my parents were very concerned that i was in fact freezing as fuck and i warmed up in the car + they put me on like drinking tea and stuff as a preventative cause, which worked i think. but yeah very scary stuff end of story lol idk what to say other than now i can’t unthink this association no matter what my stance is on his actions which tbh i have none? like idc that much. if he a p*do and she was right, yeah great. perhaps it was worth something in the social sense. if he isn’t and we were running on a mildly biased source, then that’s great. it was still worth 300$. i consider that money as emotional payback from the cold uh yeah send tweet or something how do u end a post
damn whys it that i know like. 2 people but those 2 people keep showing up everywhere. turns out “small world” theory is real. tell me why there’s a cupsleeve event in my area and not only do i share a discord server with them but also two artists who ive met irl are there to sell items. the heck man. i can’t even attend the cupsleeve cuz ive got a con to go to on that day *pensive*. like why is everyone going and knowing each other. my old friend introduced me to her friend and we’ve been talking a bit and it’s nice! turns out we both have some moots in common! the fuck!!!! why is this!!! why do we have mutuals in common. this is actually insane to me. he’s a cosplay and photography guy. i’m “indulges in cartoons” guy. wdym we happen to know similar people and i’ll be like “hey wait i’ve met this person before” hell. me and this guy even accidentally (cuz we didn’t know it at the time and somehow didn’t intersect) went to the same con at the same time and he only found out after i posted a small haul on my instagram story…. mind you i’m not a very surround sound social person. i’m in ONE club in my university that im active in (my goal is to find a club where i am equally active in and raise that number to a astounding 2). i know the ppl in that club and some of the members n i have gone to watch movies together (these hangouts have sponsored 2 watches of PHM and backrooms), so i consider them basically friends/acquaintances (especially a few specific people who i consider even closer) and it’s like. wow. my small world but everyone is fucking everywhere. i literally do not know many people but those few people i do know are everywhere. perhaps this is helpful when attending new events in my area of interest because i can cling to a familiarity of some kind when going. it’s nice to say hi to people you already know in places you’ve never been! or even in places you *have* been. i know a girl from a highschool dual credit who is also now in my uni program and we somehow bump into each other in halls and classes. it’s great. AND this girl also knows another old friend of mine so it’s truly connected as all fuck. it’s nice that in a forever stressful and confusing world of being Of Age (and dealing with all the repercussions of being my big age) i at least know people that show up often and talk to them even more often. adulting is a little easier when there’s familiars in your corner
any time i see a depeche mode pic where one or several of them are wearing eye makeup i have to think of this one interview where dave talked abt the experience of still always feeling like outcasts a little among other very successful musicians despite being such a successful band themselves. and how one time he heard that another musician that they performed at a festival with or something referred to them as ‘eyeliner-wearing weirdos’ LMFAO and dave actually thought this was super funny and he was like, well, this is more of a compliment actually since most of the musicians i like and look up to could easily be described that way too so i take it! :D lol. anyways, eyeliner-wearing weirdos …. LOOOVE that for them, they literally ARE eyeliner-wearing fucking weirdos. and it’s awesome
Apesar de tudo o que nos aconteceu. Apesar dela ter me bloqueado em tudo, ainda assim eu não deixei de procurá-la, ainda consegui stalkear e logo depois do que descobri, imediatamente acabou comigo. O dia em que a stalkeei, descobri que ela está noiva e foi aí, foi esse stalk que acabou comigo. Depois desse dia, eu com certeza nunca mais fui a mesma.
voice goes all fucked up and thinkmeter fluctuates but the vocab and silliness loves to stay fucking skyrocketed so im stumbling and slurring over words and pausing and trailing off and going on tangents but still using fuckass dramatic words for shit and stringing sentences together based on how i like the way they sound/feel to say
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