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Me and my boyfriend have a fridge magnet with a an adorably twee saccharine vintage illustration of a little kitten with a bow around its neck, surrounded by butterflies, and the text "what a fucked up time to be alive", and every so often whenever we start talking about the various ways of how the world has been going to shit, one of us can just say "don't make me tap the sign", and we both know we're referring to the fridge magnet.
Is it this magnet?
yup, that's the one.
Official silly sign(s)
as a being of silliness i confirm this
Thank you for confirming the official silliness of these fine signs
Literally any other colour would’ve been a better choice guys.
I’d like to point out that the colour red has more positive than negative meanings.
im sorry but this reply absolutely killed me
red can mean whatever the heck you want it to mean, that is never going to change that this straight up looks like they DRAGGED A BLOODY BODY ACROSS THE FUCKING FLOOR 😂
Hi fun fact, colors do have meaning and there is a legit thing called color theory. Red does has more positive connotations than negative like the @mintymaiden said. Red is associated with more love, lust, passion than blood and death just like the chart shows you but If you want, here’s a link for you to check it out yourself. Also, check out “The Designer’s Dictionary of Color” by Sean Adams. Have fun learning something
Xoxo
-Designer
I think y’all are missing the point here.
You can theorize to Nebraska and back but that doesn’t change my immediate reaction which is that someone is literally dragging a corpse around
I like that the presumption here is that “No One On Tumblr Has Heard of Color Theory, Let Me Explain in Depth” rather than simply acknowledging that the VISUAL EFFECTS of this particular color choice, applied in the manner it was, can still amount to “this is a hospital and that looks like blood”
like, color theory doesn’t exist in a vacuum. If your design of choice for Blood Red Paint is asymmetric splatters and sploches against the wall, or in this case, a snail trail on the hallway’s floor, an infographic won’t override the viewers’ instinct.
this post is the perfect summation of tumblr’s reading comprehension and critical thought abilities
Reblogging because there’s a lot of new people on here and you need some context for the jokes.
Help a newcomer, reblog Children’s Hospital Colour Theory
World Heritage Post
I laughed so fucking hard at this
this kills me EVERY. TIME. I WATCH IT.
Her deadpan delivery is just... *chef's kiss*
Sometimes a guy in a fanfiction has the ability to read someone's gaze with the same level of detail a wine taster can taste the wine
"He glared at him with anger in his eyes, but behind that longing and sorrow over things left unsaid, a subtle but desperate yearning for things to be different, and with just a hint of roasted nuts right at the end."
HAVE Z AND ALPHA NOT BEEN MADE AWARE? HAVE WE FAILED AT CONTINUING TO MEME THE HELL OUT OF IT? ARE WE, IN FACT, THE GRANDMAS BECAUSE WE ARE THE ANCIENT KEEPERS OF THE INCEST COFFEE KNOWLEDGE???
(If anybody is wondering “how could they write that and not anticipate the reaction?“ It’s because the sister was supposed to be much younger in the original draft. Like. An actual child. But they aged her up and never bothered changing the dialogue, so…)
It’s honestly not the writing or the age, or even the acting that screams “incest.”
It’s the directing and camera work. It’s specifically the long lingering gazes.
I’m begging you to read the oral history of this commercial. It features some banger quotes and also Timothy Simons, aka Jonah from Veep, who worked the camera for the auditions and callbacks.
I would put that on my cv
D&D story and character idea: a wizard who has a very old, very rare spell book that they found as a child and have been translating all their life, and are only just now learning to use. The language it’s written in is very old, but there are lots of obvious and confirmed signs that it belonged to an extremely powerful,well-known mage from centuries past, and the wizard is very proud of it.
Flash forward to like, maybe level twelve or thirteen, and the party somehow comes into contact with the spirit/ghost/ascended form of this mage, who, upon discovering the wizard has their old book, is absolutely horrified. “How did you get that?!? It should have been destroyed upon my death, or at least sealed away for all eternity-!!!”
And the party is, naturally, surprised, like, “Why, are there really dangerous secrets or spells in it?”
No. No there are not any really dangerous secrets or spells in it.
In fact, there aren’t any spells in it at all, because it’s not a spell book, it’s a rather saucy fanfiction the mage wrote when they were younger. “It’s not even one of my good ones, why did you have to find that one?!??”
Long story short, the wizard isn’t as good at translating as they thought they were and aren’t, in fact, a wizard at all - they’re a sorcerer who’s managed to make the activation components of their spells specific sentences from this old, mistranslated, misunderstood fanfic. And they’ve been running into battle shouting the ye olden equivalent of things like “SASUKEEEEEEE!” and “And then they banged like whoa man” in the language the book is written in.
people at the grocery store sometimes do a visible double-take about how many vegetables I'm buying. they look at me probably thinking wow she's so healthy! it's ok that she's also buying donuts! she's earned them!
you fools. all the produce is for my pet pig. I'm eating donuts for dinner.
an older woman actually stopped me once and told me I must be a great cook because I was just throwing random vegetables in my cart based on price. she was like "gosh! I would need a recipe to know what to do with all of those!"
i do have a recipe. it's very simple:
ingredients: vegetable
step 1: throw it on the ground.