The little RB statistics chart is so pleasant and stimmy to look at and I want to see what it looks like when it gets really REALLY huge because it makes me think of some deep sea lifeform
here lemme help
*ahem*
reblog this post to kiss the person you reblogged it from
hope that works :)
THANK YOU THIS IS MAKING MY BRAIN SO HAPPY AAAAAAAAA
THIS IS SO SATISFYING ITS LIKE A GROUP OF PLANKTON OR A RAILWAY CHART…
Reblogging because it’s a damn potato and I want to encourage people to assume potatoes are magical.
Reblogging because I’m Irish. And I live in the home of these potatoes. And they are magical.
This is what they look like before midnight. But come that magic hour, when the Potato Fairy (great Queen Solanacea herself) visits them and imbues the worthy ones with her power, they take on the true golden gleam and hue that shows forth their goodness to the world.
Only for the hours between midnight and dawn (or when they cross your dash) may they bend the forces of the world to their finders’ benefit. After that they conceal their virtue under mere vitamin content and their quality as chips. Yet they are always golden at heart.
A lot of the guides I’ve seen don’t actually seem to understand how reddit works in comparison to tumblr so
your blog is basically your own small subreddit. some people curate this heavily to fit a theme, like a sub, most people don’t
reblogs are culturally equivilant to upvotes but functionally equvilant to crossposting
there is an algorithm. it sucks and nobody uses it. turn it off in settings. everything is generally chronological
likes are functionally equivilant to saving a post
you’ve probably already seen this but change your icon and put something in your bio or people WILL assume you’re a bot. personal info not required
generally, anything you would put as a comment on a thread should go in the tags or the replies of a post. only add comments in reblogs if you want it to become part of the base post
tags are mostly equivilant to flairs, used for organization and commentary
your dashboard is an aggregation of everyone you follow
there is an r/all equivilant(trending page) but it sucks and nobody uses it
our search also sucks. your best bet is using tumblr.com/tagged/[TAG] and not /search
there are no mods
by extension, reporting something doesn’t put it in front of the mods, it sends it to staff, who may or may not do anything(usually they don’t)
there is no karma, there are no karma limits. anyone can reblog anything, comment/reply to anything, or post in any tag
“reposting”(reblogging) old content doesn’t matter. people can and will reblog the same post multiple times, including in a row
CAVEAT. reposting someones art(NOT reblogging, making a new post) is a dick move. i know this is commonplace on fandom subs but its not necessary here. everything you post should be [OC] unless you are reblogging. or posting shitty memes
we have our own sitelore, you’ll pick it up
(though im not opposed to bringing some over from reddit)
our app also sucks. we do not have third party apps and any that claim to be are scams. sorry
for desktop, most people use the XKit Rewritten extension for QoL improvements and to revert shitty aesthetic updates, much like old.reddit
we have no idea where the porn rules are at either. add a mature content flag to anything you’d get fired for looking at at work, that’s about it
i’m used to it, and how bad it is, and how often it’s so bad that it rings like a bell inside of me, drowning out everything around me. and the truth is that i get frustrated with myself about it - again? we’re like this still? again? it’s not that i feel weak, precisely. it’s just this sense almost like - i’ve already been pushing against this thing for years now, shouldn’t i have gained more ground?
i get frustrated because i’m sick of picking up the loose ends every six months. i get frustrated because it’s always this same shit, same problem - i lose myself in a matter of months; spiral out of control, lose touch with friends and loved ones. i stop taking care of myself and therapy gets hard and i let everything around me wilt and shrivel and fall off; start somehow both sleeping too much and not-enough. i panic-attack and cry in my car in a target parking lot, pulling my hair out and hurting my ribs from sobbing so hard - and later, when i’m better, i’m embarrassed because how could i let it get that far?
it feels like - i already have done this so many times. isn’t there a way out of it? isn’t there a point where i’ve just… won? that it never happens again, that i just get to be done? maybe this is weakness, i guess - that i still (so often!) succumb.
i am used to it, so i forget exactly how hard it gets. do you even know how many times i’ve laid in bed, exhausted, blank and numb and listless and said - i can’t anymore. i just can’t. i’m not even really upset. it’s okay. i’ve been here long enough. so much of my life was beautiful…. i’m just… done.
do you know how many times i woke up and i said - i can’t and put my feet on the floor and said i can’t, i don’t want to and took a shower and walked the dog and bought myself fresh bread and put a nice playlist on and said i really can’t, there’s no end to this and i went to work and i called a friend and i made myself cookies even if food tasted like ashes and decided that i really should wait for the new album from that artist i love and i thought i can’t, it’s not worth it and then i washed my hands and cut my hair and drank more water and wrote a poem and signed up for an art class at the local community college and said i can’t, i can’t, i won’t do this again, and i paid my rent and let the dishes rot in the sink but still made myself eat anything fresh even if it meant overdrawing my account on a stupid bag of plums just because they looked delicious and do you know how often i closed my eyes and thought this is it i really fucking can’t, something has to give and i have nothing left that it can take and then i went to bed and i got up and i fucking survived anyway
yesterday the local ice cream place opened up for the first time this season and they were giving out tiny samples of their new dairy-free options and i tried a mango sorbet. three months ago i was positive that februrary was going to be my last month on the planet. i am teaching my dog a new trick and i just discovered a new band i love. i got a plant from the clearance aisle and repotted her and she’s been perking up. i made salmon for alison and we ate it in her new house with her new beautiful baby girl. my manager told me he keeps recommending my work to others just because i always include a stupid number of puns. tomorrow i’m trying a new dance class. tomorrow i’m maybe going to buy more plums.
i forget, you know? it’s not some bone-deep strength or some magical power. it’s that some part of me knows - i need to stay. in all of this; out of all of this - i just want to choose love.
Sick of replacing my shitty cheap shoes a couple times a year and I have some savings; what brand is the longest lasting and tough but still not hundreds of dollars? Admittedly I consider anything over $50 to be pretty extravagant
