Icon from a picrew by grgikau. Call me Tir or Julian. 37. He/They. Queer. Twitter: @tirlaeyn. ao3: tirlaeyn. 18+ Only. Star Trek. Sandman. IwtV. OMFD. Definitionless in this Strict Atmosphere.
I cannot see any posts about the ceo of tumblr.
Tumblr is run by fourteen people (and three cats) in a basement somewhere in New Jersey
Tumblr polls aren’t about data they’re about the joy of comparing shared lived experiences with other people they’re about the comfort and delight in community they’re about the looking across all the little numbers and seeing humanity in there
“This site unusable when you dont care about the new joke” that’s great honestly. I like when people here suffer over inane stuff, it’s funnier than the original joke, let’s keep it going
this is the same as when the word ‘blorbo’ went big and I found it kinda dumb and corny, but then there were people who were fucking furious about it and wrote angry posts whining about how they hated this site because they couldnt avoid seeing the word blorbo. so I felt like ok I changed my mind I hope people keep saying blorbo forever
Look, I wasn’t into eeby deeby OR the plinko horse OR blorbo. It was a rough month. But that’s the price you pay for getting fresh local memes delivered to your door within hours of having been harvested. Not everything can be in season all the time; sometimes you just gotta add some flavoring to the current meme, and know that it’ll be Cask of Amontillado season soon
Some flavouring, you say?
Perhaps some extract of a certain variety?… nay, I shan’t say it
(The actual celebrity and famous writer sits back in his rocking chair, surveys the world of Tumblr, from his porch. He chews meditatively on a straw, and then he says:)
TACAFW: Y'see, I’ve been here for nigh on twelve years now, which in new-fangled internet years is about four hundred years… yup, I remember when all this wuz just folks trading photos of cats, and I remember when over there, where it’s now just waste land, that whole part of town was whut we used to call ‘Not safe for work" – hooey, I don’t know where those folks went, when they got driv out of town – but me, through those twelve years, I’ve just been in this old rockin’ chair on this old porch, and I’ve seen 'em come and I’ve seen 'em go… I guess I mus’ just’ like it here…
