rb and put in tags how many ppl your tumblr icon has killed

My old one was a surrealist painting that symbolized the horrors of the Spanish civil war, so that one was probably a lot, but tumblr’s anti-porn algorithm apparently thought two-headed monsters strangling themselves were too sexy, so I had to replace it with some melting clocks, which I sure hope don’t have a body count.


#my icon produces oxygen and as such has killed negative numbers of people #memes #icons #death tw? #murder cw?


hello I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. The anonymity of tumblr means that I associate my idea/image of you with your icon and sometimes I look at people’s icons and I’m like ‘hmmm….what is that and why?’ 

so pls reblog this and comment in the tags the meaning behind your icon and why you chose it. this is a social experiment. do it for science pls.


#it’s blue like my favourite colour #it’s green like the icon I was randomly assigned at my first forum as Brin #and given how much importance I place on memories and archives and suchlike #the forget-me-not seemed a fitting symbol #memes #icons #101 Uses for Infrastructureless Computers


what if you spoke in your icon’s voice for an entire week


#well being mute for a week could get annoying #but on the bright side I would have a iron-clad excuse for wanting to talk to meatspace people through text #(this is assuming I *know* it’s temporary) #(and that I know it’s not a symptom of some larger more terrible thing) #(otherwise it gets a lot scarier) #icon #that excuse for communication called speech


some of the people on my dash i just assume are their icons bc i’ve never seen their pics so it’s like “oh look gandalf is up late bloggin again” 


#icon #in which Brin is a patch of forget me nots #(I generally tend to remember the colour schemes of people’s icons more than the things depicted in them)



I would pickpocket a bunch of people, cook, complain about being a Grey Warden, count how much money I have, cook some more, take a nap and have some nightmares, run screaming from a mirror or two…

and frolick in the woods

that is an elfy thing to do, right?  MERRILL SAID SO

…apparently I just spontaneously turned into Thor.

Well then.

I would probably spend my entire day being bros with the Avengers and drinking coffee and eating all the food and flying around and making it rain.


Pretty much.

There would probably be some seduction of various people involved in there too.

Photosynthesising somewhere in Russia.

(It does raise a lot of issues, though. Can one really be said to have “woken up” if one has no brain to wake up with? Do I magically retain my mind despite having nowhere to keep it? If so, is this going to be an and-I-must-scream thing, or more of a restful break from life as a biped? This makes a big difference in my reaction, you know.)

(I have never been to Russia. I did not take the picture myself; someone kindly donated it to Wikimedia. For some reason I can’t find the original copy on there.)


#the nature of consciousness   #forget-me-nots   #icon   #meme