still relevant tbh
I can’t believe I actually lived though the full transition from VHS to DVD. Like there are people alive who have never seen a VHS tape….I remember when we were still tryna figure out how the fuck they got a full movie onto a cd.
Anonymous asked:
itsrogerbaelor answered:
70s Queen is the most adorable thing in the universe, but I much prefer the late 80s/early 90s era. Mainly musically, they grew so much and the music produced during that era was magnificent. (Case in point: the miracle. What a wonderful song, in so many ways) also outwardly, they looked their best in the late 80s 🙈
Ask if they know what a VHS is
Rofl!
On a serious note this is something that is a issue. Its also why you need to be incredibly careful when interacting with blogs you arent familiar with.
The simplest way of covering your butt is to set your blog to ‘explicit’ as it means minors have to knowingly turn off safe mode to view your blog. Have in your bio that your blog is NSFW, for followers over the age of 18 only.
First thing I did when I made this blog was mark it as explicit and put 18+ in my bio. Didn’t stop a 17 year old from following me yesterday or tumblr recommending me a bunch of 13-15 year olds.
I don’t know how to tell if the people following me are minors or not. 90% don’t have an age or 18+ on their bio’s
My only advice is to block block block. Even now my follower count is heading towards 6k, i look at every blog that follows me and block anyone talking about things teenagers would or that arouse your suspicion. If you block the wrong person what is the WORST that will happen? Someone you’ve never met will get their knickers in a twist. Basically always, ALWAYS cover your own butt first.
anti is the soft humming of static from an old television set, blurry street lights and cool breezes, he’s sharp dull pains, old radio songs you haven’t heard in years combined with feelings of nostalgic existential dread, knowing that you’re getting old and slowly losing control of your life
dark is the bitter taste of cigarette smoke, a starry night’s sky, old homemade vhs tapes, and the sound of a record stuck on repeat. he’s that friend you both hate and love, the thorn on the rose, and that moment when your favourite song ends and you’re left in silence, the feeling that you’re always going to be alone and that things won’t ever change
So today I learned that this lady i’ve been talking to that comes into work as i’m leaving used to apprentice in some leather sort of seamstress shop in NYC in the 70s. She made a leather jacket and leather pants for Freddie Mercury!
The best part was when she said, “He hung left.”
Apparenty when you were fitting the pants you had to ask which way they ‘wore’ them so there could be room made for the penis. She said that of course a lot of guys would tell you the opposite just so you’d touch it.
but FREDDIE MERCURY!
I literally got chills when she was talking about it.
