Oh god. That’s 1 5 years of your nonsense. Don’t worry—it comes as a surprise to literally all of us that the world continued to do its thing, bringing us to this point.
So, how you been keeping since we celebrated the big one-oh, well, five years ago now?
A bratty teenager at heart, Tumblr has remained the same hellsite you’ve always made it: with your faves, aesthetics, and fandoms, your blogs and sideblogs, your reblog chains and tag conversations. Some of you will have been here for The Dress and the ball pit; some of you know those as lore but only come here for the sexymen and, idk, bees, the bee movie. And you’re all valid.
Throughout February, we’ll be reblogging some of the most iconic reblog chains from our time here with you to @best-of-reblogs. To kick it all off, here is a selection of ~moments~ y’all have manifested. You obviously don’t need us to talk about this—you do that enough among yourselves. But, for heritage purposes, here’s the lowdown anyhow. Don’t mind us while we lurk in the back with the popcorn.
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Friends.
We all learned that friends come in many shapes and sizes—some of your favorite friend shapes are frogs,Furbies,worms-on-a-string, and orbs.
You asked your faves a bazillion questions.
You’ve asked Neil Gaiman about your ineffable husband headcanons, Joseph Gordon-Levit for filmmaking tips, and Taylor Swift about re-recording her albums and the provenance of Meredith and Olivia’s names. All ask answerers have remained equal here, where follower counts are private, and “influencer” is a dirty word.
Standing up for what’s right.
In the last five years, you continued to fight for net neutrality. You worked towards making the internet a safer,kinder, and more joyful space. You’ve celebrated and lamented three very different US presidents. You’ve rallied in the face of racism, learning from and educating each other.
You started craving the simpler things in life—the woods, frogs, dresses with aprons, gingham, homemade pies—in an unforeseen age that made living those dreams impossible outside of moodboards, Animal Crossing, and Stardew Valley. Your cottagecore hopes and dreams fueled the Radar and log-in screen.
Destiel goes canon.
In what became one of the biggest moments on Tumblr in the last five years, Destiel went canon. Many times. In many languages. In memes, on your televisions, on your blogs. For decade-long fans of Supernatural and non-fans with transdimensional cracks in their dashboards, November 5 became A Day in 2020.
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In the 15 years since we celebrated our launch, you created 170,926,810 new blogs, made 40,798,681,685 new posts, and liked 75,280,353,933 posts, both old and new. You made each other cringe, celebrated the mundane and the extraordinary with your FuckYeahblogs, and shared many cursed things we are unable to utter here.
All this to say, come celebrate with us. Stay tuned for some historic reblogs throughout this month of February in the year of the orb, 2022.
Stay weird, Tumblr. You’re doin’ great.
“I want to be the first thing you discover in the morning and the last thing you consider at night.”
“I would love to think that there was a special reason why we gathered here. And that is to teach us to let someone go no matter how much we want to hold on. So after all this. I decided that Tumblr would be my ship and my wind to find the mysterious storm of destiny. And together we would be a much better essential version of ourselves. Stronger, braver and more complete”.
Congratulations …
For all the good and bad reglobeos that we managed to find and feel… ~♡°♧
I propose a toast to what is not published and enjoy.
Recuerda. “No te ciñas a tus breves ojos cuando mires, aprende a observar más allá … siempré más allá, de forma que logres traspasar las apariencias con rumbo a lo profundo.”
“Love is built day by day with love, good treatment, support, respect, communication and trust."❤️
"Nuestros ojos, pensamiento y palabras saben ponerse de pie, cuando los sentimientos entran por nuestros poros, nos conmueven pero más allá de repetidas acciones que nos puede llevar la rutina del deseo. El verdadero amor y su incansable invención a improvisar, reencontrarnos y dejar sobre sus recuerdos gran parte de nuestra sed y piel. En algo que parece una poesía de la vida, que detona la alegría, la nostalgia de quien amas.”
— Interpretations. “incidental: thought, minimalism, short poems, a place where words and feelings come together.”
A nossa vida é recheada de “tempos” o que realmente importa é sabermos administra-lo, pois a vida cumpre o ofício de florescer ao seu tempo, até porque nós somos estrada, caminho, como os dias que nascem, sejam eles ensolarados ou não. É fato que cada um de nós, tem uma sina, um caminhar, então como andar devagar, diante da pressa que nos consome, contrastando com as paisagens do rosto em forma de sorrisos e lágrimas, talvez porque, o sofrimento e a dor nos ensinam a ser fortes em meio à fraqueza.
———————————-Silvio Bueno
Counterpoint.
“In life everyone will see what we are inside, it makes us special. The defects make us unique. What we carry in our hearts will make us seem unmistakable.”
— Incidental. Space where words and thoughts come together.
“Putting spiritual enlightenment beyond your grasp only perpetuates the false idea that you are separate from your divine nature and one day you might attain it (as a badge of honor, trophy or future goal). Do not put off for tomorrow what can be done in the now. Surrendering to your true nature is enough, no time is required.”
Voices and lyrics of the universe. By Anon I mus (Spiritually Anonymous).
Even symbolic support is not meaningless; with every such gesture you are preventing the claim that no one cares, no one opposes, no one disagrees, no one minds.
Dallas, Texas!
“The story of neighbors in an apparent war is a horde made up of two tribes: the one that is used to killing its fellow countrymen and the one that, looking from the outside, only celebrates a murderous neo-Nazi satrap hero.”
“Until the day a dog finds you, he chooses to be a friend. Then he loves you and will follow you until death. Managing to wake up a part of our soul that was asleep”
