what if every Tumblr user suddenly looses their mouse?
J = Next Post
K = Previous Post
L = Like
N = View Notes
Space = Show Photo
Shift + R = Reblog
Shift + E = Add to Queue
Z + Tab = Switch Blogs
THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING.
I just reblogged this with the command, shit
step aside other fandoms
we’ve got evil snowmen
Ours is better.
How is that relevant to evil snowmen?
You”ll never know.
this post made my day
Meenah you are missing out
also if this song is legit supposed to be composed by Cronus then I really want to hear the rest of his music
he’s a horribly talented little shit
life was so much easier when i could ignore him as a cartoon creeper with no redeeming qualities goddammit
My absolute 100% favourite headcanon is Cronus being actually a genuinely good musician.
IT JUST MAKES EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM THAT MUCH BETTER—and also it ties into the whole squandering-hope thing Eridan had going on, right, like, this turns the sum totality of Cronus into a tragic waste.
The sad thing is I always assumed Cronus was a good musician, and that was just part of the overall disaster that comprises being an Ampora. If Cronus was going to be into music, he was going to be good at it: all the Amporas seem to pick things out to focus on and then level this near-obsessive focus on it, and with art, if you work your ass off at it, you’ll get good.
See, Eridan’s hive was full of maps and charts and books, and he was said to have reached the highest tier of FLARPing alongside Vriska. He only really played at wiping out the landwellers, but when he decided to kill all his Angels, which weren’t even supposed to be killed, which took minutes of concentrated fire from a legendary weapon to go down, he wiped them all out in a few months. Dualscar was similarly obsessed with eradicating the gamblignants (though we don’t know if he was going through the motions for attention like Eridan with his genocide thing or seriously exerting himself like Eridan with the angels) and even if he was a laughingstock for trying, Mindfang really enjoyed their enmity, considered him a great opponent, and was deeply disappointed that he’d flipped red for her. He was great to hate, but gross to like, apparently. And here’s Cronus growing up in a culture that would never have given him a gun or sanctioned his more overtly destructive impulses. He had to channel all that drive and ambition and talent and frustration somewhere, and it was apparently music.
The awful thing about Amporas is that they’re so relentlessly self-centered. Both the creative and martial arts reward that kind of focus. But when it comes to working out how to be a good person that people will like? Yeah, good luck, chief.
All of these words all of them.
I always thought Cronus was actually a good musician- but nobody bothered to really listen because what a creep. Even if they did? They’d probably be embarrassed to admit he’s on their iPod.
I… I never knew….
NO “TELEPHONES”. TALK TO EACH OTHER. FACE TO FACE ONLY. WRITE A LETTER. SEND A TELEGRAM TO YOUR MOM. PRETEND IT’S 1860. LIVE.
NO ‘WRITING’… TALK TO EACH OTHER. THROW A ROCK AT YOUR MOM. PRETEND IT’S 10,000 BCE. LIVE.
URGGA. ROU GRAAURH. RUH.
<SMACKS HANDS ON WALL WITH PAINT.>
NO ‘HIGHER BRAIN FUNCTIONS’ …USE YOUR REPTILIAN BRAIN
EAT YOUR MOM’S CORPSE SHE DIED TO PROVIDE YOU WITH SUSTENANCE
PRETEND YOU HAVE JUST AROSE FROM THE SEA
NO “MULTICELLULAR TRAITS”….. USE YOUR SYMBIOTIC MITOCHONDRIA
REPRODUCE ASEXUALLY, YOU’RE YOUR OWN PARENT
PRETEND IT’S 2BYA
no you don’t understand
their friendship is so important to me (ಥ⌣ಥ)
- I don’t know the original source/artist/poet. Found it on net and sharing.
the poem is by merrill glass and this is the source for the art!!
W4SSUP SUCK4S!!!! >;]
Above is the “Know Anon” code that allows you to expose any hateful anons you wish at your own whim. If you know anyone who’s struggling with anonymous hate, reblog this for them.
- How to install
Simply copy the above code and paste it right after the <head> portion of the HTML coding on your blog. This is with the jQuery script included, so everything should be covered. Once you’ve done this, update and save, then exit your customize page.
Re-enter your customize page, and under “appearance” should be a button called “Enable Know Anon”, which may be on or off automatically, depending. Flip the switch to enable or disable it, then save.
- How to use
When you get anonymous hate or anon messages you find offensive, simply exit your Inbox, enter your Customize page, flip the switch to “on”, then save and exist. Re-enter your inbox, and any and all anonymous messages will be exposed with a URL, if they have one. Note that this includes everything, not just the hate. Another thing to note is that, once you expose anons in the inbox, you can’t un-expose them. Flipping the switch back to “off” does nothing.
Answer a message people thought was on anon, and gee, they’ll get a nasty little surprise, hmm? It’s better than a fake anonymous button because while you still can’t control who it exposes, you can control when to do so.
Remember though, that this isn’t the only way to stop anonymous hate. As always, there’s simply the “turn anonymous asks off” button. And thanks to the update from a few months ago, anons CAN be blocked.
That little hand right there? That’s the ignore button. It’s present on all asks sent, whether anon or otherwise. When you block an anon, you have the option to report them for spam or harassment, and it will permanently block them. It also blocks the IP address and computer, so that person can’t take advantage of extra accounts to continue sending you hate. It effectively wipes that person right out of your Tumblr life. They cannot contact your blog again, ever.
For the website that gives you the Know Anon code, with or without jQuery script, in case that causes trouble (most themes come with it pre-installed, but not all), go here.
[ Goodness, wow thank you very much for letting me know this existed! That was very considerate of you! ]
EVERYONE WHO HAS BEEN GETTING LITTLE NO-LIFE SHITHEADS BOTHERING THEM.
Here you go. <3
daddKA-BLAM!!! Love this :)
when they don’t believe it