Natalie, 26, Leicester- England. Full Time Work Zombie. Banking. Forever obsessed with BTS and Six of Crows. 11.11.19❤️Lewis. All I want is my man to kiss me when I get home and a place go forget the world
Ok so I was curious about that fucking deathtrap and I noticed a couple… oddities.
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Alright so this thing is pretty stupid; I’m not at all familiar with submersible vessels, But it activated a sleeper gene in my skull from my time being obsessed with a certain video game.
So I decided to check the promotional page for the contraption.
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(I’m going to put aside the second image, where they state the previous shit they hammered out had a 500 meter depth limit tops (i.e. that they, at best, made something that could get to 500 meters then decided that meant they could handle making something that could handle 8 times that). Thinking about the fact they brag about this so brazenly hurts my head. Back to the topic at hand.)
Ok so google shows “cyclops class” is not. a thing that exists. But it sure is funny they keep saying that word. Again maybe it’s just my stupid video game brain but that doesn’t seem to be used in this context anywhere else. Then I saw the renders.
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Ok the newer one on the left really loves that “single eye” thing and looks silly enough, but the older one is…. ok. I give up. That’s Subnautica. That’s Subnautica For Real.
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They built their goddamn suicide death trap based on a submarine in a videoed game.
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No Fucking way. There’s no fucking way. There’s no fucking chance that–
im changing my name purely bc i don’t like it and we just told my family like a month ago. i haven’t been home since then but today i got back and my (extremely country) uncle gives me a pat on the back and goes “so i hear you’re my nephew now. proud of you, son” and i have to very gently say i am so so happy to hear that but i am still his niece just with a cooler name. and he throws his hat down on the table and goes “no! but ive been practicing!” so now he is calling me his nephew for fun
TIK TOK MUST BE STOPPED BEFORE IT DESTROYS LANGUAGE
Ok, unless something’s going on I’m not aware of (extremely likely), I gotta point out the term “Pet Play” is significantly older than Tik Tok, or most of its userbase for that matter.
Yeah, I’m not mad about using the term “pet play”. That’s a perfectly fine term. I’m mad because they didn’t use that term: they used “pet p!ay”, a censored version
Oh. Oh gawd I missed that. Objection withdrawn, that is objectively terrible.
To anybody who is new to posting on ao3, if you’re using a tag you have to use the correct spelling of that tag. People aren’t going to type in every version of a censored word to hide or look for your content 
For everyone new to tumblr, the same rule applies to tumblr too.
You cannot censor your tags! Censored tags cannot be block or filtered. Censoring tags HARMS your audience, it does not protect them
man sometimes i really want to get back into welding but then i remember that the guys from the first course i took won’t be there and change my mind
comprehensive list of things that happened to me in my welding course with The Guys:
- was the only one to get an A the first grading period. had to stop them from putting me on their shoulders
- became the official classroom mascot on account of i was the only girl. this meant i was an integral stop on any and all workshop tours. was referred to as “Our Lady Helena” on these occasions
- almost set myself on fire once bc my prof stood behind me watching me try a skill he’d just demonstrated and he shouted very suddenly very loudly. restarted my heart and asked WTF WAS THAT FOR JOHN and he called me a “goddamn wonder”. i almost got third degree burned over a compliment
- mentioned offhand ONE TIME that swords were cool. also mentioned my birthday offhand ONE TIME. one of The Guys remembered both instances and also happened to find a sword in a dumpster so he gave it to me for my birthday
- came in fifth in an arm wrestling competition
- french braided my hair in class bc i didn’t have time to do it beforehand. ended up with an audience of like 5+ guys trying to figure out how tf i was doing it
- told The Guys my college friends call me barbie. Mistake. suddenly had all 12 of them calling me Barbarian
- had some down time and made a silly little sculpture with some scraps. The Guys were endlessly intrigued by this and demanded to see some of my art school stuff. had a small crowd around my phone cheering loudly every time i swiped to a new picture
- accidentally mentioned the cafe i worked at. Mistake. several days later all 12 of them came in to bother me
- offered someone a haircut. Mistake. had to retract the offer bc suddenly Everyone wanted a haircut and it would Not Be Fair if i only did one
Every day I am tormented by the fact that I am the mind behind Roop Paul and that people who weren’t friends with me or following me back then almost NEVER believe me. I made this meme in picsart when I was like 14 years old and now at 20 I see it all the fucking time and friends always send it to me on Instagram when a popular meme page reposts it like “didn’t u make this in 8th grade djjsjfjskcjKfn” and almost every time I see a meme involving rupaul the comments are full of Roop jokes . And there’s this one meme page I follow that’s like pretty small but the username is “motherroop” and their followers call them Roop . And like I’m just constantly reminded of my own greatness and the fact that I will never be granted recognition for my extremely powerful and absolutely fucking fascinating mind 💔
I understand. my sister’s best friend made the “imagine troy bolton” meme when he was in sixth grade. It’s a hard legacy to carry
Remember when that girl tried to say that firefox was bad because a former CEO was homophobic and I pointed out why that was a terrible take (throwing out the baby [open source non-google web browser with great extensions] with the bathwater [dipshit who left like ten years ago and also developed javascript and i don’t see you ditching all sites with java for your principles]) and she went and looked through my posts and tried to call me out for supporting hyperconsumptive capitalism and encouraging anorexia because I’d reblogged a photoset from a runway show and I was like “bitch I don’t care about fashion, I’ve got a latex fetish” and then she blocked me?
That was very funny.
We have a dedicated one of these to use on my posts:
This is a great, great story.
It feels like “custom drive through window meme response icon” is a hugely untapped art market with (relatively) low risk/work ratio.
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