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So we all know that Tumblr is US-centric. But to what degree? (and can we skew the results of this poll by posting it at a time where they should be asleep?)

Reblog to increase sample size!

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Wow, Flying Shrimp Jesus was far more popular than expected

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AHHHHHH AWESOME :D

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IG : @emperorofmischief

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This is Maggie's worm collection

She loves her worms more than any other toy. She plays with them loads and carries them around the house

At night the worms have to go in a box so that she doesn't wake me up playing with them. So every evening before bed I gather up the worms, put them in their box and have Maggie say goodnight to them.

Night night worms!

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Horniness is not intrinsically less pure than any other human motivation

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i rlly hope it gets easier soon bc i am fucking losing my mind

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The Saint Paul Globe, Minnesota, July 10, 1887

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Teatro Regio opened in 1740 in Turin, Italy with this gorgeous interior remodel completed in 1973

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I'm re-reading the Discworld series for reasons, and honestly the most relatable part of reading these as an adult is how many of the protagonists start out being tired, used to their little routine and vaguely disgruntled by the interruption of the Plot. Sam Vimes wants to lie drunk in a gutter and absolutely doesn't want to be arresting dragons. Rincewind is yanked into every situation he's ever encountered, though he'd much rather be lying in a gutter too. (Minus the alcohol. Plus regretting everything he's ever done said witnessed or even heard about fourth-hand in his whole life.) Granny Weatherwax is deeply suspicious of foreign parts and that includes the next town over; Nanny has leaned into the armor of "nothing ever happens to jolly grannies who terrorize their daughters-in-law and make Saucy Jokes"

Only the young people don't seem to have picked up on this---and that's fortunate, because someone has to run around making things happen, if only so Vimes and Granny and Rincewind have a reason to get up (complaining bitterly the whole time) and put it all to rights. Without Carrot, Margrat, Eric, etc. these characters don't have that reason; they're likely to stay in the metaphorical gutter and keep wondering where it all went wrong or why anything has to change.

............well, that's not quite true. You get the sense that Vetinari knows how much certain people hate the Plot. And as the person sitting behind the metaphorical lighting board of Ankh-Morpork, he takes no small pleasure in forcing the Plot-haters specifically to stand up, and say some lines.

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Microsoft Oceans (1995) Marine Mosaic

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Dixie and her babies.

Here I am! Waiting for all of the attention!!!

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🦇 Starry Night x Halloween by Aja Trier 🦇

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Hello.

Goodbye.

He’s a confusing one at times, ever charming to the innocent and the wise, ever vengeful toward the cunning and the cruel.  He comes as he is going, and goes as he comes, and so very few can understand his workings.

He would like a cucumber sandwich, if it matters at all to anyone who’s listening, or perhaps a lasagna.  A lasagna would be especially welcome—as he has been known to say to those who ask him, “Go hang a salami, I’m a lasagna hog.”

Many of his sayings make little sense to the uniformed.  Does it matter where the rats live, or if they choose to hang their hats upon no evil stars?  Is there any relevance to whether or not geese see God, or whether it was a cat or a car he saw?  But he continues, and he endures, and he keeps his small, perplexing secrets, and he tells his small, perplexing tales, and he is happy enough.

Happiness, he says, is what separates gods from gone, and he would prefer to be present.

Many of his sayings make little sense to the uniformed.  Does it matter where the rats live, or if they choose to hang their hats upon no evil stars?  Is there any relevance to whether or not geese see God, or whether it was a cat or a car he saw?  But he continues, and he endures, and he keeps his small, perplexing secrets, and he tells his small, perplexing tales, and he is happy enough.

He would like a cucumber sandwich, if it matters at all to anyone who’s listening, or perhaps a lasagna.  A lasagna would be especially welcome—as he has been known to say to those who ask him, “Go hang a salami, I’m a lasagna hog.”

He’s a confusing one at times, ever charming to the innocent and the wise, ever vengeful toward the cunning and the cruel.  He comes as he is going, and goes as he comes, and so very few can understand his workings.

Goodbye.

Hello.