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You know, an interesting tumblr transformation that's happened gradually, and which I've seen no one talk about: ask-culture has essentially dropped off to nothing.

By which I mean, asks used to be WAY more of the tumblr economy. They used to be more common to send, and receive, and see. They were integral to the collaborative, forum-like behavior of old tumblr communities, not even to speak on the HUGE number of ask-blogs that used to exist to only be interacted with in ask-form.

I'm not saying this in a vying-for-attention way but instead in an observational way: I used to get way way more asks in like 2015, even with a fraction of my follower count. I wonder if it's due to the homogenization of social media sites? There's a lot more of this divide between "content creator" and "consumer" instead of just a bunch of peer blogs who would talk to each other. "Asks" aren't really a thing on twitter, are they? And as I understand it, the closest thing to an "ask" on instagram or tiktok would be a creator screenshotting some comment and responding to it in a new reel or video or whatever those content mediums are. Are asks just too tumblr-specific? Is that aspect of the site culture dying out as more and more people converge to using all their social media sites in the same way?

Rainbow Dash in her Wonderbolt custom as an equestria girls stunt pilot (plane is a blue angels one).

Incorrect Ducktales quotes

LOUIE: Hey Huey.

HUEY: Yes?

LOUIE: Can a person breathe in a washing machine while it’s on?

HUEY: … Were is Dewey?

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DEWEY: Here’s a fun Christmas idea. We hang up mistletoe, but instead of kissing you have to fight whoever’s under it.

HUEY: Dewey no.

LOUIE: Mistlefoe.

HUEY: Please stop encouraging him.

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DEWEY: If I die my funeral is going to be the biggest party ever and your both invited.

LOUIE: If!?

HUEY: Great, the only party I’ll ever be invited to and they might not even be.

This took like 6 hours.

Stygian is looking at a stain glass window of the other pillars while becoming consumed by the shadows.