Tom Hiddleston, books, Marvel, cute animals, food, Pokémon, Sailor Moon, history, current events(politics, what's going on in the world, that kind of stuff), among other things…
man this has been said before by cleverer folks than me, but sometimes you have to sit down and let the sheer size and age of the storytelling tradition just completely overwhelm you, ja feel?
like— think for a second about how mind-bogglingly incredible it is that we know who osiris is? that somebody just made him up one day, and told stories about him to their kids, and literally thousands and thousands of years later we are still able to go “there was a god whose brother cut him into pieces”, it’s so arbitrary, it’s so incredible
that in talking about scheherazade and her husband, you are doing something that someone in every single generation has done since it was written— you are telling stories that have lasted an impossible amount of time
can you conceive of telling a story, and then traveling into the future and hearing that same story told— with alterations, and through media that you could not possibly conceive of, but your story— in the year 3214?
the fact that we! as a species! have been telling the same damn stories for so long— the fact that we’ve seen homer’s troy and chaucer’s troy and shakespeare’s troy and troy with fucking brad pitt because we never fucking stop telling stories! never ever ever!
we never stop caring about stories, or returning to the same stories, or putting our own spins on stories. we never stop talking about the characters as if they were real, or asking what happened next, or asking to hear it again.
generation after generation, they never ever ever stop mattering to us.
“Oh what a scary predator! You really scared Mama! Good job!”
I can’t stop laughing at this
Thing is she’s doing this to encourage her cub, you can tell she knows they’re there bc she looks over there before getting up and pretending to looks somewhere else, jumping when the kid tries to scare her
If its something us Brits do well, its sit in protests. And i suspect that anyone who logs out wouldnt be able to get back in afterwards because thats the kind of fuckery tumblr would do. So nope. I’m staying. I’ll be here until the very end; sitting in my smutty makeshift treehouse as the bulldozers head towards me, handmade protest banners flapping in the wind as a bunch of people wave placards showing nipples.
This whole community has meant so much to me over these past 5 years I don’t even know where to start. I saw someone on here this week use the beautiful quote from Ragnarok “Tumblr isn’t a place, it’s the people” and I wholeheartedly agree. That’s why I’m staying.
As long as my people are here I’m gonna be right here until Tumblr kills me off.