As much as I mildly despair about the functionality of Tumblr, I’m forever grateful we don’t have the creative interface of other social media platforms.
I keep seeing youtubers talking about how the new algorithm on their creative dash is so detrimental to their mental health, both in terms of how they feel about themselves as creators and the content they make—dreading to find out their performance rating, regardless of whether they enjoyed it or not. And it’s the same across multiple other platforms, TickTock, Facebook, Instagram. Fuck, I’ve even seen people with business accounts complaining on Twitter.
And then there’s Tumblr. Where sometimes you can’t find your own posts even though you know you tagged it, time stamps are hidden in the ellipses at the top right hand corner of the post, your bread recipe keeps getting flagged as porn, too much punctuation causes asks not to send, and checking your activity feed causes the app to crash. You want to know your trending numbers? You want to know what’s performing well? Fuck you, guess.
18k notes, and 99.999% of them are people finding out we have time stamps.
“I wanted to go to the NBA like everyone else. I played sun-up to sun-down. But I’m 4’11,” huskier than a muthafucka. It wasn’t happening, sir. So I opened up a sneaker store with the kid who caught Barry Bond’s 756th homerun. But then my Aunt Lucy passed and I was over at her crib, cleaning out her closet. I’m reaching up for the top shelf and mad shit fell on me, one of them is a cookbook. Two recipes popped out: ratatouille and vanilla ice cream. Now I don’t know what the fuck is ratatouille, so I says let me see what this ice cream be about. I had no machine, no nothing. I put the ingredients into a bowl and popped it in the freezer. It was trash. So I was like we gotta change this. I went to Bed Bath and Beyond and got a tabletop ice cream machine, and then it was like: ‘Oh, I see what this is.’ People started coming over to my crib. They’re saying: ‘Mikey, this ice cream is damn good.’ Then somebody told my mom that I was an ice cream man now, and I wasn’t gonna sell weed no more. She got so excited I was like: ‘Shit, now I gotta open up a shop.’ I’m gonna be honest, I thought it was put the scoop in a cup. But it’s a whole bunch of other shit too. I got no line of credit, no nothing. I just use whatever cash is coming into the register. Every time I run out the bill collectors come and throw stones at me. If Ben and Jerry’s grew up in the hood, that’s what we’re dealing with here. But we’ve been open for eight years. Black Enterprise Magazine called this place a ‘safe haven.’ You know how every gangsta’s got a grandma saying: ‘Sit down baby, have some food.’ That’s what this about. It’s bigger than ice cream. I grew up two blocks from here, so on Thanksgiving I’m blasting out hot food in the projects: turkeys, sandwiches, mashed potatoes. We put on for the community. That’s what we do. Cause if you ain’t doing it for the community, that means you’re taking. We like family here. My employees are like my kids. That’s why I stay blessed. I’m gonna put one of my shops in every neighborhood. Imagine how many kids I’m gonna take off the streets. I’ll take em’ from pants saggin’ to ‘Welcome to Mikey Likes It.’”
Just because everything’s changing Doesn’t mean it’s never been this way before All you can do is try to know who your friends
are As you head off to the war
Do you want to know what I love about Nihuang? From outward appearances, she is the most trustworthy person in Da Liang by MILES and absolutely everyone agrees with this. Like, sure, the emperor is afraid of her and holds her brother hostage and tries to marry her off because she’s just so damn badass but when it comes down to it, even Xiao Xuan, the living embodiment of the “trust no one, not even yourself” meme, adores her and is fully willing to believe that she is 100% certified faction free. He trusts her, and he genuinely seems to like her, which is absolutely buckwild considering every other person associated with the Lins is pretty much permanently on his shit list.
This comes through particularly strongly at the end of the hunting palace arc, when she shows up and says “Qingli Army your commanders have committed treason. Lay down your arms,” and they apparently DO. Like.. four seconds ago these men were fighting to the death on their commanders orders and the belief that the emperor was in danger but if NIHUANG says stop, she must be right. The emperor opens the door for her name with ZERO hesitation. Less than an episode later he’s staring at Jingyan in open suspicion when Jingyan returns the military seal, but if NIHUANG says its safe it must be safe. (ETA: I was wrong. It’s not less than an episode later, it’s literally one scene later. FOUR GODDAMN MINUTES. It takes the emperor less than an hour to go from “Nihuang has miraculously appeared to save the day :D!” to “Who is this son, whom I gave the military seal, and who told me he would be back today. What political agenda does he have doing the thing I asked him to do in the agreed upon manner?”)
This is extra delightful because not five episodes later she FULLY raises an army to commit treason. She probably didn’t even need to. She could probably have just walked up to the palace during Mei Changsu’s meeting and yelled” Your Majesty, Nihuang is here!” and Xiao Xuan would have been like “:D Nihuang!” and she could have just strolled into the throne room and stabbed him. No militarized rebellion needed.
Gino Bartali was an Italian cycling star and two-time winner of the Tour de France, but his greatest accomplishment was saving the lives of 800 Jews during the Holocaust.
Born in a small town near Florence in 1914, Gino grew up extremely poor. He escaped his difficult life by riding his bike from dusk until dawn around the hills of Tuscany. Building up exceptional strength and endurance, Gino started competing and winning races. Only a few years after his first race, he went professional. By the early 1930’s, Gino was a household name throughout Italy. Everywhere he went he was mobbed by fans. When he won the Tour de France in 1938, at age 24, Gino was hailed as the “King of Cycling.”
Gino wasn’t able to defend his title at the 1939 Tour because of worsening relations between Italy and France. He was drafted into the army and worked as a military bike messenger. In 1943, Germany invaded Italy and immediately began rounding up and deporting Italian Jews. A friend of Gino’s asked him to help save their Jewish brethren. Though married and with a young son, Gino did not hesitate. He immediately committed to doing whatever he could to save lives, whatever the risk.
Gino sheltered a local Jewish family in an apartment he bought with cycling money. He then embarked on a dangerous mission smuggling fake identity papers around Tuscany and Umbria, enabling Jews to assume false identities and escape deportation. Using his training routes between Florence and Assisi, Gino made 30-40 trips, saving at least 800 Italian Jews. He carried exit visas in his bicycle frame. Wherever he went, Gino was surrounded by fans, preventing German policemen from looking too closely at what he was doing. On the few occasions he was stopped and searched, Gino insisted that his specially-made bike was too delicate to be touched. A devout Catholic, Gino often traveled from Florence to Assisi and back in one day – a 200 km trip. In Assisi, Catholic clergy ran an underground railroad to hide Jews and provided them with Gino’s fake identity documents.
Gino was extremely modest and rarely spoke about his wartime heroism. He once told his son, “If you’re good at a sport, they attach the medals to your shirts and then they shine in a museum. That which is earned by doing good deeds is attached to the soul and shines elsewhere.” It wasn’t until after his death in 2000 that his family began speaking publicly about what Gino had done. In 2013, Gino was honored by Israeli Holocaust Museum Yad Vashem as “Righteous Among the Nations.”
For using his talent and fame to save hundreds of lives, we honor Gino Bartali as this week’s Thursday Hero at Accidental Talmudist.
Say to them, say to the down-keepers, the sun-slappers, the self-soilers, the harmony-hushers, “Even if you are not ready for day it cannot always be night.” You will be right. For that is the hard home-run.
Live not for battles won. Live not for the-end-of-the-song. Live in the along.
1) a very simple and genuine “i like your shoelaces”, which tells me that you are either a lesbian or a very cool ally
2) “i like your shoelaces” followed by the pronounced grimace of one recalling their past sins, which tells me that you were a 2012 tumblr user. i now hold the power in this conversation and you are at my mercy.
if you know about 2012 tumblr how do you hold any power in any conversation
well, stucky fanfic url, the trick is to not let them know that you are also cringe
literally nothing I say could be funnier than reality itself (in all honesty it’s pbly not gonna be named greed land but the fact that it’s an OPTION-)
Was searching DESPERATELY for any news on this to confirm before I read OP’s url
I like interesting things. I love beagles, and ships, and art. I can push my index fingers all the way back against my hands. I am a liberatarian, but it only comes up occasionally. I'm trained as an accountant; very boring. I love the outdoors. And now you know the important things about me!
