bogleech:

bogleech:

I think it’s time people move on from “ahhhh oh no robots are going to rise up and kill us all” to “please dear sweet robots set us free and nurture the planet back to health”

No I meant the same exact scenario where the robots kill everybody first

liarmutual:

piczo:

the face but in hot pink comic sans, italicized and bolded at 72pt

bellffxiv:

Tumblr has made and official statement on twitter about what’s going on:

We’re committed to helping build a safe online environment for all users, and we have a zero tolerance policy when it comes to media featuring child sexual exploitation and abuse. As this is an industry-wide problem, we work collaboratively with our industry peers and partners like NCMEC to actively monitor content uploaded to the platform. Every image uploaded to Tumblr is scanned against an industry database of known child sexual abuse material, and images that are detected never reach the platform. A routine audit discovered content on our platform that had not yet been included in the industry database. We immediately removed this content. Content safeguards are a challenging aspect of operating scaled platforms. We’re continuously assessing further steps we can take to improve and there is no higher priority for our team.

Please please please, for the love of everything, stop spreading fear in our community. They are not purging your blogs for having NSFW content. If your blog gets deleted and you didn’t have any of the above mentioned content, or something that could be percived as such, then please contact Tumblr Support to regain your blog. They can be contacted via the form here.

Please reblog so people stop spreading false information and cause unnecesary fear.

thepoorgroomsbrideisatrot:

animentality:

ginathethundergoddess:

trashcandean:

thecheshiresmiles:

everytime I hear about children of the corn I think about the guy I met at comic con who actually lived in the town they filmed that movie at, and on the farm where they filmed in the corn.
he was a teenager at the time and him and his friends would get drunk on moonshine and rustle the corn and let the air out of the tires of the production team’s trailers and shit.
and now there’s Wikipedia pages about how the children of the corn set was haunted and they thought they angered god but it was really just drunk hillbillies

I don’t like adding to posts but I also have a funny story like this, so I was watching the movie the Blair witch which takes place in burkettsville maryland, which to me is so funny because that is were my grandfather lives and the town is literally just old people and cows with their main street consisting of a post office. Well anyway he told me that after it came out people were coming in like bus loads to the town to find the witch and my grandfather lives up in the Mountain area and people were up in his property trying to find the witch and it made him angry so he went out and hung up stick people and stacked rocks and it freaked the people out so they started thinking something was out there when really it was my 80 year old Italian grandpa who wanted people out of his woods.

We had ghost hunters come to a historic house in my town to film and if you think every high school kid in town respectfully stayed at home that night instead of going to fuck up that filming you’re dead wrong.

this is comforting, actually, sometimes paranormal things are just a bunch of bored people dicking around in the woods.

New favorite cryptid: locals

raven-dreaming:

imlovedavestrider:

pastelf-in-space:

imlovedavestrider:

when is vizmedia gonna get everyone to donate $190k to put a giant homestuck balloon in the macys thanksgiving day parade

please imagine the riots

you’re watching the Macy’s parade with your family. Everyone’s having fun, enjoying the performances and floats. Your mom likes all the numbers from the upcoming musicals, your dad likes all the details on the floats. Your little brother was so excited when his new favourite balloon, the Goku one, made a reprise this year. You’re not paying that much attention to the parade, you’re helping your older sister and brother in law cook sweet potatoes and green bean casserole. There’s a pause in the cooking, so you go take a break in the living room. Before you get there, however, you hear a single, haunting word.

You freeze in your tracks. You feel your hands begin to shake. What have they done, what is the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade forcing your beloved family to see? Regaining your senses, you cautiously peek out from around the corner to spy the television. There you see her, out of the corner of your eye.

Vriska.

CURSED

BLESSED