Category: General

justice-turtle:

pedanther:

heroofthreefaces:

jossujb:

Oh my fucking god, replies have made a comeback! Praise the lord. I put it on my settings that everyone can reply and you’re welcome to reply as much as you like.

But you may as well reblog with comments or send asks or chat me in the messenger if you like or prefer, I like communication anyway. Don’t ever think you’re bothering me, I swear to you, you’re not.

I see that you have to turn replies on? Where in your settings do you do that? I don’t see it, and I don’t know whether it hasn’t propagated to my settings yet or I’m looking in the wrong place.

Blog settings – https://www.tumblr.com/settings/blog – on mine it’s the sixth item down, under the settings for sharing Likes and Followings and above the settings for the Ask box.

There are three choices offered: “Everyone can reply”, “Tumblrs you follow and Tumblrs following you for a week can reply”, and “Only Tumblrs you follow can reply”. The middle one was selected by default when I went to look at my settings.

ENFURMATION.

I have put mine on “Everyone can reply”. If I begin to get spam replies, I may put it back to mutuals and followers.

(On tumblr mobile, it’s greyface button > Settings > Replies > a list of your tumblogs showing the current setting for each > a page where you can change the setting for the specific tumblr you just clicked on. For the record. XD)

thatlittleegyptologist:

So tonight I joined my parents, and the neighbours, at the local pub quiz. We won, and won the bonus round, much to the annoyance of the other teams. Apparently my parents and their friends win every other week. Nerds. So to prank them the landlord had a special “Super Hard Pub Question” for us for double or nothing on our prize (vouchers for a gallon of beer) to let the rest of the pub feel better because we were “guaranteed to lose” since there was “no way we could know the answer.” I got picked to answer it because I’m the youngest and have less General Knowledge.

The question?

“What is the word for beer in Ancient Egyptian?”

Pub: *loud raucous laughter and cheering*

Landlord: *looks smug*

Me: Do you want that in English or in the original Hieroglyphs?

Landlord: The hieroglyphs of course!

Pub: *more laughter*

Me: *scribbles quickly in the 10 seconds I had to answer*

Landlord: Fuck. Me. 

Pub: *utter silence broken only by someone at the back exclaiming WTF* 

Landlord: How did you even know that?

Me: You picked the one person here who can read them?

Landlord: Oh shit it’s you isn’t it?

Dad yelling from the back: SURPRISEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

It’s safe to say we’re simultaneously fucking legends/not very popular at the local right now.

tinierpurplefishes:

captainofalltheships:

when i saw a text post about bernie sanders attracting birds like a disney princess i thought op was shitposting

apparently i was wrong and america is being even weirder than usual

This election cycle is heading well out of touch with reality on both ends of the spectrum.

wikdsushi:

casuallychev:

writeasrayne:

prorevenge:

My grandmother got married in 1962, to a young man in the military. For a wedding present, their parents bought them a house in a nice suburb. White picket fence, whole 9 yards. Not long after they moved in, the next door neighbor planted a mullberry tree on the side of his property, near my grandparent’s driveway. Nothing seemed amiss, but if you know Mullberry Trees, you know that sh*t is about to get real.

About 15 years later, the mullberry tree was OBNOXIOUS. The birds would come and eat the berries, and any car parked in the driveway would get sh*t on, and it would stain the cars and ruin paint jobs. My grandmother, upon realizing the culprit, baked a nice apple pie, walked next door, and asked the neighbor if he’d mind trimming back the branches of the tree that hung over her driveway. He told her not to worry, he’d get to it soon. Three days later, my grandmother opened her door to find a half-eaten pie in the plate, crawling with ants, and a note that said “I changed my mind.”

My grandmother threw out the pie, cursing up a storm, and swearing up and down she’d get him to trim that tree or get him back. City ordinance said she could not trim the tree, as the roots were on his property, so the whole tree was his property.

As the years went by, my grandmother repeatedly asked him, ever so nicely, to trim it back. His responses were always along the lines of “No” and “F*ck off.”
Finally, in the mid-90s, my grandmother retired, and received a large bonus from her employer for her 35 years of work. She took the money, and bought the empty lot on the other side of the neighbor, then went to a nursery and bought 16 mullberry trees, planting them along her property line, on both sides of his property. About 3 years ago, he became angry at the damage they were doing to his cars, and cut them all back without permission. My grandmother took him to court, and he was forced to reimburse her for the trees at a markup because they’d had 10 years to grow.

…. That is hardcore on a level I hardly knew existed.

Jeeeez.

My Master.