#(god why do i expose myself like this online)

[whos-hotter-jjba]

Hottest Stand Battle - Preliminary Match 3

Stand abilities under the cut:

Mandom: Mandom grants Ringo the ability to rewind time six seconds in the past.

November Rain: It has the ability to summon rain showers that Jodio can selectively make crushingly heavy. It can control the rain's destructive power throughout the entire course of the fall, since Jodio is able to make the raindrops seep through a carpet without tearing it while still breaking the concrete floor beneath.

[sturniozo]

Savage Love Part Ten

Matt Sturniolo x reader Mafia AU

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“What happened at work, dollface?” He asked me.

“I… I kinda… got fired.” I mumble.

“Why?” He asks as his hand caresses my cheek.

“There was something my editor wanted me to do and I told him I couldn’t and-“

“Did he try to sleep with you?” Matt asks sternly. “I swear to god I’ll-“

“What? No it was an article I didn’t want to do.”

“Oh.”

“I don’t want to do the article and he said without that article I contribute nothing of substance to the paper so he fired me…”

Matt kisses my forehead and wraps his arms around me. “What was the piece about?” He asks as he nuzzles his face against my hair.

I bite my lip. I can’t tell him the article was about him, he’d think our whole relationship is a lie. “He wanted me to do an exposure piece. I just don’t feel comfortable ruining people for no good reason. I think there’s a difference between exposing actual bad people and just plain outing people’s personal lives.”

Matt kisses my head once again. “I bet you were the best writer they had. That papers gonna go to shit now. No one will read it anymore.”

I laugh softly and cuddle closer to him. “My pieces barely made it into that paper anyways.”

“I’ll find you a better paper to work at, okay babydoll?”

“You don’t need to find me a job Matt, I can do that myself.”

“I’d rather you have a job you can work from home from though, that way I can keep an eye on you.”

“Matt, no offense, but that was creepy.” I turn to him and laugh softly. My smile fades when I see the serious look on Matt’s face.

“I’d just prefer it if I knew where you were and that you were safe.” Matt shrugs and kisses my temple again. “I have some things to take care of here in a bit baby, so I’m gonna order you some lunch.”

“What do you have to take care of?” I ask. I bite my lip as I realize I don’t need to ask these questions for my job anymore. I just want to know him.

Matt sighs. “There’s a shipment coming in from Italy and I need to make sure they brought everything I paid for so that I can distribute it to my consumers.”

I blink. “What’s the shipment of?”

Matt shakes his head. “I’m sorry dollface but that’s need to know.” He kisses my head. “Let’s order you food now.” He pulls out his phone to order food online.

“It’ll be here soon. I have to go babydoll, I have to be at the airport in an hour.” Matt gets up from the couch. “Make sure you eat. And feel free to explore and look around. You’re gonna be here for a little while you might as well get used to the place.” Matt gives me a quick kiss on the lips before leaving.

I sit on the couch for a minute pondering what to do. I hear Matt’s car leave and I shrink back against the couch. It feels so uncomfortable to be alone is his big home. I look around the living room. Behind the couch is one of multiple pool tables in the house, and near the corner of the room is a poker table.

The tv is huge, like one from a theater. It sits above a beautiful mantel that looks like hand chiseled stone. The beautiful creation had carved roses and thorn filled vines that line the edges.

I must have been admiring the mantel for a long time since I hear the doorbell ring. It catches me off guard and I flinch and my leg slips off the couch.

I get up and head towards the front door. I open it to see a delivery man holding a bag.

“Delivery for Sturniolo?” He says and I nod. He hands me the bag and the receipt before turning around and leaving without a word.

I close the door and go to the dining room to set the bag of food down in the table. The interaction itself was weird, not like any one I’ve had with a delivery man. I look at the receipt to see what Matt had ordered and see the special instruction.

‘Don’t mess with the girl.’

I roll my eyes and set the receipt down on the table.

After eating a bit of the lunch I decided to walk around. I’m mostly curious what I could find. Even though I’m not on the piece about him anymore I’m still interested to know if he really is the Mafia boss or if this is all just misconstrued information.

I walk up the stairs and through the hallway. Most of the doors have been locked, the only one I’m able to get into is Matt’s bedroom. So I start there.

I have already seen most there is to see in Matt’s bedroom. But the door that leads to his office is still unseen by my eyes. I turn the knob, a little surprised it isn’t locked. I open the door just a bit and bite my lip.

Should I be doing this? Would Matt know? I swallow the saliva building up in my mouth from nerves and I enter the office. I turn in the light to see everything, but there’s almost nothing to see. Just a desk and a seat. There’s no papers or a computer, do extra storage drawers, no decorations of any kind. Just a desk and a chair.

The desk and chair looks like the ones you’d think your rich uncle would have. Beautiful maroon wood desk and a matching color leather desk chair.

I go to close the door when something catches my eye. Something under the desk. I walk closer and look under the desk and pick up the small metal key. I look around for a lock of some sort, something that the key must open.

Why would this be in the floor? I look through the drawers of the desk, all of them empty, except when I get to the bottom one. I open it and a gun slides around the drawer from the force of me opening it. I gasp slightly and immediately close the drawer.

I stand up and look around. Where did the key go? And where did it come from? There’s no way he just left it on the floor, is there? And why would he have an empty office with nothing but a gun?

Maybe Emma was right, I was being naive, and I shouldn’t have trusted Matt. Things do add up to him being in the Mafia.

But that’s not how you gather information, you can’t start with your conclusion and work backwards to prove it. No, I need proof of it.

But I don’t need proof anymore. I keep forgetting I stopped with that piece. I turn around and look over the walls. I trace my fingers over the wallpaper until I feel a dent in the wall covered by the wallpaper.

I take a breath. I can’t cut through the paper, Matt will notice and know I snooped. I bite my lip and trace along the dent, just to get an idea of how big the dent it.

I trace it up above my head and then back down to the floor. It seemed to be the outline of a door. Maybe that’s what the key unlocked?

But why would the key be on the floor? And why would the door be covered with the wallpaper? I shake my head. I shouldn’t do this. I set the key back down under the desk where I found it and leave the office, shutting the light off behind me.

I sit on the bed still unsure what to do. After a moment of thinking I walk out of his bedroom and walk along the hallway to where his office wall would be. I go to open a door that should lead to the room next to his office, but it’s locked.

I immediately go back through his bedroom and to his office, grabbing the key and going back out to the door. I take a deep breath before I slip the key into the lock.

I turn the key and the lock click. I turn the knob and open the door. The room is dark so I reach around the wall feeling for a light switch. When I finally find it I flick it on, and gasp at what I see.

I quickly close the door behind me and run down the hall and down the stairs. I rush to the front door and open it, just in time to see a car pull up. My breath hitches and I shut the door, hoping whoever it was didn’t see me.

I go back to the living room but remember how I left the room. I quickly go back up the stairs and go back to the room, shut off the light, then close and lock the door. I run to put the key back under his desk where I found it. By the time I’m leaving Matt’s bedroom I hear the front door open.

From upstairs I can hear the sound of two guys talking to each other, sounding like they’re bickering. My feet stay planted in place in Matt’s bedroom, unable to move.

Neither voice sounds like Matt’s which makes my heart race in my chest. I swallow the saliva building up in my mouth and slowly creep tears the door of the bedroom. I hear the guys make their way up the stairs and I see their faces.

They look just like Matt. Then I remember Matt telling me he was a triplet and lived with his brothers when we were on a date once.

I step backwards and the floor creaks. The guys stop talking and I stand paralyzed in fear. Do they know I’m here? Did Matt tell them anything?

My questions are answered when I hear one of them say “I bet it’s that girl Matt’s been with.” And then the footsteps get closer to the door. I sit down on the bed, now unable to stand as the anxiety builds up inside me. The door opens and I see the two guys fully.

They really do look almost just like Matt. I stare up at them and my heart races. “Matt said you’d be here.” One of them says. “I’m Chris, this is Nick,” he nods his head towards the other guy “we’re Matt’s brothers. You must be y/n then?”

I nod slowly.

“Matt’s told us about you. He said you’re staying here while he has your place checked for- ow!”

Nick interrupts Chris by kicking his leg. “Dude,” Nick motions to me. He mouths something to Chris and Chris seems to have a moment of realization.

“Just make yourself at home and… Nick and I will be in the living room if you need anything.” Chris says before leaving.

I let out a breath and stare at the ground. How am I supposed to leave with those two here? And how am I supposed to stay after what was in that room?

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[what-if-i-like-my-mechs-older]

Pt50

I'm sorry but the original design for tfa shattered glass I just don't like the colour pallet , art done by Derrick J. Wyatt. So the colour pallet for Tfa optimus in my shit show of a ramble xD will be the same as the merchandise box only with the the windows being the same colour as the crotch lights because I've seen people do that as a choice and really like that....and that sexy black waist will remain to...also no to that facial hair

Only Ratchet was about to get a surprise as Orion came back online moments after he'd called Optimus Prime, a hand grabbing his wrist as Orion went to his feet, definitely taller than before.

Watching Pax rise ...there was something that felt far more formidable than when even Megatron had loomed over them in times where he was winning and they had strokes of luck where they still managed to defeat The Decepticon Leader.

"That wasn't very nice, Doctor."

He loosened his fingers only to grab tighter.

"Now Orion, I'll be of no use if you break my hand."

Ratchet reasoned with him as his fingers were forced apart and laced with the larger mechs, he could feel them being pushed back just enough for the wires to be taut.

Orion kept his grip firm, flexing his hand to push Ratchets digits back a little further in thought before letting go.

"I suppose you're right."

Placing the hand that had threatened to break Ratchets one on the wall beside the medics head , he then held Ratchets chin between finger and thumb with the other.

"Were you afraid darling, that you'd get into trouble, that you'd be judged for sleeping with an Optimus? No need to worry , I won all my battles without some magical little ball full of spooks."

"I'll have you know that little ball has-"

Ratchet tried to defend the Matrix of leadership only to have a hand around his throat, thumb pressing against his voice box.

"Orion, I'm a medic, I could easily cut you down."

Orion leaned in , lips to Ratchets cheek, fangs tracing over the seams of his face plate

"Then why haven't you? A part of you knows it would be a waste. I'm open to letting you play out your dark little role plays, you have a willing 'victim'. Why don't you play my doctor and tell me my only cure is having sex with you, that you're the only one who knows how to make it all better..."

Orion purred, lips pressed to his audio receptor, as he left light kisses over it.

His ear finials perked, looking down as the hissing sound of a panel opening could be heard and a cherry red spike, shimmering and seeping lubricant, dotted with blue lights along its sides and lined with silver ribs exposed itself.

"Oh now, doesn't that look fun."

Orion chuckled, keeping a firm grip around Ratchets neck and slid him up the wall, Ratchet instinctually grabbing at the mechs hand, but his spike twitched hard as a strangled moan escaped him, feeling the pressure of a glossa licking along the underside in one long slow swipe.

"Tastes so good, I could just eat you up."

Orion snapped his jaw so his fangs made a biting sound, laughing as he saw it straight up pulse so hard it pressed up against Ratchets body

"Hmm, doctor...won't you cure me, you can inject me with your medicine, anywhere you like."

(You know I actually paused for a second and wondered if I was writing too much spice and then was like wait....I'm writing this for me, I could straight up make them gang bang, or give Tfa Optimus , God like powers so he could string them up just because I said so and use them as his cum dumps.....I won't do that ....but you know I need to remember I could if I wanted xD)

Ratchet still pulled at the hand holding his neck grumbling

"Doesn't look like you're giving me much of a choice. "

"I beg your finest pardon Medic but are you accusing me of forcing myself upon your character."

Orion groaned and dropped him like a sack of potatoes

"Fine, there you're free to go, I'm not a monster."

He pressed the comm link at the side if his ear finial , preparing to call someone only for Ratchet to take his wrist.

"Now kid, I didn't say I didn't want to. But it's a little hard to give you your 'check up' if you have me up off my feet isn't it."

Orion eyed him , making sure there were no signs of manipulation, that he wasn't just afraid that he would call the Decepticons because he said no.

"You're not lying now are you doctor? If I find out you are , I will break both of your hands."

Now it was Ratchets turn, considering now he was raring to go, a finger tip bending back and exposing a needle.

"You want me to play Doctor....then get on the berth, this will make you compliant."

Orion quirked a brow and backed up onto the med berth.

"Well now Doc, you're talking my language...ground rules, no poking around in my cab unless it really is for medical purposes."

Ratchet nodded to show he understood, watching as Orion laid back on the berth now and climbed up on top of him.

A hand cupping his face, pausing as he heard the words

"My what pretty red hands you have doctor, they're the same colour as that lovely spike of yours."

Ratchet rolled his optics and smirked

"Be a good boy and stay quiet, I need to examine that mouth of yours."

Before Orion could make a teasing comment he felt the prick of the needle in his inner thigh, body going lax and panels opening up, ohhh so that's what he meant by compliant, how delightful.

Ratchets expression was now dark as he leaned in

"Remember Orion, you agreed to this. "

The medic chuckled as he saw the smile creeping on the Autobots lips, so he really was a kinky little thing he thought to himself while nipping at Orion's bottom lip.

Sliding off him again , he smirked at the disappointed sound of his patient.

"Be patient , I know what I want and if you're at my mercy I decide how I'm going to use your body."

Orion made a sound at he was turned and moved onto his front only to have his body pulled down so his face was no longer on the head of the medical berth, well now, what did Ratchet have planned he wondered, it was exciting to be left waiting in anticipation like this....though when the doctor sat on the head of the berth he had a good idea where this was going.

Ratchet lifted Orions head, looking into those pretty optics of his

"Since you like the look of my spike, why don't you say ahh."

He curled his fingers under the autobots helm, surprised find it was removable, for a moment he was fascinated by the cables that looked like what the humans would called hair, but even as a medic knew it was padding to protect the cranium, he really did have a lot to learn about him...

Fingers sliding amongst the rubbery texture he gripped onto it and held Orions head above his twitching cock, was he really about to put it into that fang factory, into this Mechs mouth, who was undoubtedly the opposite of Optimus now with the singularity raging through his form.

"What are you waiting for Doc, it's poor practice not to give your patient their medicine."

Primus on a fucking stick, that voice was smooth, deep, suave, his spike pressurised harder, aching to reach up to those full lips and the glossa that slithered out teasing the tip.

(remember I've made him sound like Armada Megatron as David Kaye voiced both him and tfa Optimus it seemed only right ;3)

Fuck it. Orion was so damn desperate to frag then let him have it.

He fed him every inch, expecting him to choke on it, only to feel Pax's mouth expertly take what it wanted from him, he had to place a hand behind him to keep himself propped up, thrusting his hips up as he kept a firm grip on his cable hair, Primus so this was why the Cons couldn't get enough of him, why they hadn't been out to fight.

His throat was rippling around his spike , pressing and massaging against it. Ratchet didn't even attempt to be gentle, it had been too long, Orion was right , everyone came to him to be fixed , never realising just how touching them would get him needy, hoping that someone would touch him to and here this anomaly just straight up offered, Primus fuck how could he resist how greedy Pax was , the wet sound as he fragged his face and saw those optics , dark and wicked, like a hungry beast wanting more.

The drug Ratchet had used had already worn off, disappointing really, but he remained limp, enjoying seeing how the medic now gripped either side of his head, laughing internally knowing how that pace told him anyone could walk in right now and Ratchet couldn't stop, he wrapped his glossa around his spike, cheeks hollowing out....however having the medic push him onto the floor had been unexpected, he remained still after all, seeing what Ratchet would do fascinated him.

Ohhhh look at that the medic wasn't even checking him over he was turning him on his back and crawling forward with a hunger, a madness had clearly taken over his body, Orion had no qualms when Ratchet grabbed his head and knelt with his knees either side of his neck, hands on the back of his head to keep it in place as he shoved his spike back down his throat, moaning loudly, there was no mercy in those hips and Pax, loved it, they had all been denying themselves no doubt trying to be so good.

Mmm and here was their their medic fucking his throat as if life depended on it , Ratchet clearly couldn't stop now , every thrust said, more, I need more until it was sharp and pointed , small bursts, erratic and finally his head was held in place as he swallowed the medics seed as if he'd never drunk energon in his entire life.

When the fog cleared in Ratchets mind he looked down at him , optics widening.

"I'm a doctor I shouldn't have, I should have made sure you were alright I-"

"I could move practically the entire time Doctor mmm how delicious it was to see you give into desire, but you're not done yet are you...ignore your guilt, what does your body want?"

Orion purred stroking fingers along the length of his body.

Ratchet blushed and parted his legs a little

"If you don't mind older mechs..."

"They're my favourite...why don't you lay back and let me take care of you."

Orion crooned , holding the back of Ratchets helm, seeing that the doc had finally enjoyed the pleasure that had been offered, he was so much easier to play with, he leaned in , kissing him slow and soft, a promise that now, it was his turn to take care of him.

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[void-of-unparalleled-chaos]

Twice now I have tried to make a reblog reply about Walter and twice now Tumblr has eaten it. So let's try it this way @chaos-bringer-13

Allow me to take you back to the ✨QUARANTINE DAYS✨ and tell you the tale of a pumpkin that may or may not have housed a god

So back in good old 2020/21 we are in the thrall of the COVID-19 pandemic. My state in particular had super heavy quarantine restrictions, and as someone with lung issues, my mom and myself were not taking any chances. I haven't left my house in maybe 5 months. Nor have I seen any of my friends outside of video calls. Senior year of High School so far has sucked.

I'm talking to my friend, we'll call her Marie, and I mention off hand "Yeah I'm starting to feel a bit lonely." Now Marie has known me for a solid 8 years at this point. She knows my type of humor and attachment to what we would now and days call "skrungly" objects. She decides "hmm. I can fix this!"

Marie's mom (who was... certainly a human being) for some god forsaken reason decided to buy a white pumpkin and give it to Marie with the idea that she would harvest the seeds from it and plant them in the garden (why she did this instead of just buying pumpkin seeds I will never know). Instead of doing this, Marie takes this pumpkin and draws a realistic face on it that can only be described as similar to the handsome squidward meme. She drives to my house, sets the pumpkin on my doorstep with a note, and then FUCKING BOOKS IT.

I open the door to see this pumpkin with a note that reads "Hello Momther, I am Walter."

(Not the best photo but this is in fact Walter sitting in the dark in my front yard while Marie (not pictured) stands on my driveway holding a single candle and chanting).

Anyway immediately I take him inside completely smitten and unknowing as to what this pumpkin will create.

At this point of quarantine, we have gone back to classes but they are completely online. I decide that the best thing I could possibly do with Walter is set him on a stack of notebooks behind me so that when I turn my camera on he would be there... watching. Notably, one guy who never unmuted himself did so just long enough to ask "Void... what the fuck is that."

Needless to say I got endless entertainment from the reactions, but all good things have to come to an end. Unfortunately, I live in a desert and pumpkins simply don't survive. They typically would rot within a few days where I was living at the time, so my Mom told me to move it outside at least. I decide to put him by the front door. This front door has a little half wall that leads up to it. I put him on top of it facing the walkway so whenever a package is delivered the mailman would be faced with Walter and have to make eye contact before leaving the mail. I figure I'll probably get a couple more days out of him before he rots.

This is where it starts to get weird

Another week passes. Two. Unlike every single pumpkin I've ever had for Halloween, Walter shows no signs of rotting despite being exposed to the elements. The pumpkin is at this point about a month and a half old and still perfectly fine. Marie, our friends, and I all kind of laugh it off as a random one time thing and expect it to rot within another week.

IT. FUCKING. DOESN'T.

4 months into having Walter and he is still as good as new. Around this time the vaccines for covid started rolling out, so my friends and I get to see each other again. They are just as baffled as me about Walter. Of course, us being us, we have been referring to Walter like an actual person this whole time because that's just our humor. We give him little head pats and forehead rubs as we enter or leave my house and say hello/goodbye to him.

Also around this time, my mom and myself are beginning to prep for moving to another state. We have also started doing some in person classes again. I had been cleaning out my room one morning, and just so happened to leave a piece of sea glass in front of Walter as I left for school. I had a strangely good day. Managed to get an A on a test if I remember right. I come home, see the glass in front of the pumpkin, and start thinking. The next day I leave him something else. Another good luck day! I try this again and every single time I leave him an offering something good happens! I tell my friends about it and they start doing it too and experiencing the same results. We decide that he must be some god of luck inhabiting this pumpkin vessel and rewinding time on it to keep it from rotting.

At some point someone gave him an orange and I swear to god the pumpkin started getting orange marks on its forehead. He still wasn't rotting though! We decided that he obviously has been absorbing the power from the offerings.

Around this time I realise the I have somehow created a partially serious cult and decide I might as well lean into it. I actually enlisted the help of the neighbor kids to take this photo.

Time passes. Walter is about 10 months old now and still going strong. We have graduated highschool and I'm going to be moving in a week. I can't take Walter with me, so Marie decides she will take him. But first, she is going to help us move. It's a 6 hour drive. We put Walter in the passenger seat window so that all the cars passing us can see him.

After she helps us, Marie and Walter continue on to yet another state where Marie will be attending university. Walter is almost if not a year old when he finally starts to rot. Marie, in her dorm room mind you, makes a plaster cast of his head and redraws his face on it. To this day Walter hangs in his new, more durable vessel, guarding her spice cabinet.

By the end of Walter's reign, he had reached his 1st birthday, scared who knows how many mailmen, met 3 of my teachers in person, visited 3 USA states, and briefly had an instagram account.

[faerghusfucker]

haven't seen it myself but please DO yap about the silly vampire movie !!

WELL I SUPPOSE THE PEOPLE HAVE SPOKEN LMAO

obvious disclaimer that this has nothing to do with fire emblem and also contains spoilers for the new nosferatu so if youre not into either of those then do keep scrolling

so im a big dracula guy right. i read bram stoker’s dracula for the first time in eighth grade for a project in my literature class and i fell SOOOO in love with it that it irreversibly changed my taste in vampire media. obviously growing up as a super lame goth kid in the 2010s means i got exposed to my fair share of the pretty type of vampire (think twilight). that type of vampire was (and still is) the more prominent one in media, and is the reason a lot of people perceive allure and charm as one of the central traits for vampires

BUUUUUUUUT dracula was my first interaction with the ugly type of vampire, and i found myself preferring those A TON. like, hot vampires are cool and all, but i still am drawn in so so so much more by the gross corpse-y vampire, and while i know that the 2024 nosferatu is a remake, it’s still one of the only examples of an ugly vampire in pop culture rn, AND I ATE THAT SHIT UPPPPPPP

i feel silly ranting abt the visuals in a movie without putting up screenshots of it to show my points but like. this movie still isn’t on my piracy site of choice in a quality that i wouldn’t be ashamed to post. so im just gonna rant and rave lol. many talented gif creators on here have the visuals for what im talking abt lol they’re out there if you rlly want them.

THIS IS SUCH A BEAUTIFUL MOVIE GUYS. im a sucker for stuff with super artsy shot composition, and so many shots in this movie literally look like they could be paintings. in fact, im literally gonna do paintings of a few of them when i can access it in a nicer quality. the usage of color and shape is also super awesome, they have that twilight-y blue color grading happening but in a way that actually looks rlly nice instead of making you question why everything looks so blue lol. that gets contrasted with a lot of REALLY REALLY WARM shots and that choice probably has some type of symbolism to it, i’ve only seen this movie once over winter break so i might watch it again and make a more detailed rant specifically about the usage of color to communicate the narrative, lmk if that’s smth you’d be interested in lol.

DONT HATE ME BUT THIS MOVIE WAS ALSO REALLY FUNNY LMAO. like it’s objectively so silly. the way herr knock fucking scurries around biting pigeon heads off????? GOLD ACTUAL GOLD. the way that thomas is such a little baby bitch the whole time????? stunning. the way that count orlock threw those little girls back like a frat boy chugs a beer??????? cinematic history was made. it’s such a beautiful movie but GOD its stupid. i’ve been eating up all the memes about it online it’s been a fun time. shoutout to ugly vampires.

[chrimsonfoxdon]

Ooh question, you mentioned rewatching as an adult, and I'm curious, what kinds of things do you view differently now? I'm rereading the manga after a long time too, and the big thing I'm noticing is that I have more compassion now, especially towards characters who I didn't realize reminded me of myself and not in the best ways 😂 And especially during part 1 I found myself wondering why we don't see their parents more often (for those who still have them) and who took care of them growing up (for the others).

I have felt similar!! Ok I’m gonna maybe list stuff out on what I’ve noticed I view differently.

Very long post under the cut of me rambling (again)!

1. My Opinion on What I Consider Good Media Has Changed

Starting with this one as I feel it’s a big overarching thing that’ll dictate all my other opinions and thoughts. I’ve watched, read, and listened to A LOT of other series and media since I first started watching Naruto (also you know life experience and such), so I have a better idea of what is “good” media and what is “bad.” When I was younger, I considered Naruto to be the best of the best, but I don’t think that now (as far as anime that title now goes to FMA:B it’s very good please watch it if you haven’t oh my god). It has a lot of flaws, some endearing and others… not so much. Granted that’s any piece of media. Nothing is perfect (not even FMA:B). But despite that, I’ve also learned that it’s ok to still enjoy it!! Imo it’s not all bad, I mean, we’re still here discussing it yea?

I guess the TLDR of this part is: it’s cringe but that’s ok cuz life is short and we should enjoy the stuff we like.

2. Female Characters/Feminism

I feel like, while these are different topics, they’re very linked together in how I watch Naruto now so I’m putting them together. When I was younger, I didn’t like really any of the female cast (except Tenten). I found them “annoying,” to put it simply. Sakura always chasing after Sasuke?? Lame. Ino being obsessed with her looks?? Shallow. Hinata losing to Neji? Weak. I began to think that I didn’t like those characters because I didn’t like female characters mostly as a whole (which is kinda hilarious cuz I did start making Chihiro back then who does in fact identify as a woman LOL!!). But this negative attitude towards female characters not only leaked into how I consumed other media, but how I saw myself and other women irl. Like I distinctly remember believing that a woman could never beat a guy in anything. Which is uh… not true!! And kinda fucked up!!!

Now that I’m older I just realize that kishimoto doesn’t know how to write women all that well. Imo, it’s not the girls’ faults, it’s their creator. Which is disappointing but also freeing almost?? Plus, I can now appreciate what good they do have to offer!! (I talked a little about the konoha 12 girls and what I like about them in this ask in case you’d like details on individual characters)

I think also being exposed to other fans with differing opinions and views has helped me with this as well. When I first started watching I didn’t really go online (wasn’t a thing in Cuba plus I wasn’t really interested), so I didn’t really have other perspectives to bounce off of.

Also wanted to add that there are definitely parts of the show I laughed off before but you know, just are not acceptable nowadays. Mainly thinking of Shikamaru talking down on girls/women, Neji made a rude comment about girls too (that Tenten corrected him on tho thank you queen), and some bits that could be perceived as a little transphobic (I’m not trans tho so I don’t wanna speak for them on that bit). Its viewpoints that I feel are a product of the time, but does not make the overall series bad per se.

3. Seeing Other Children as a Child VS as an Adult

Ngl since I grew up with Naruto, I feel as if I will always see them as my peers in a sense. If anything, almost like the “older kids” in school. Like I don’t know if this is a common perception, but I remember when I was like in 2nd grade I saw 6th graders as like tiny adults, but then when I was in 6th grade I saw 2nd graders as like babies. Does that make sense?? Anyway, it’s interesting rewatching Naruto as an adult and seeing my “peers” when they were younger. I remember thinking that 12 & 13 year olds were badass and cool and practically ready for the real world (I was like 8 or 9 when I first started watching leave me alone), and being amazed at stuff like the chunin exams. Nowadays my brain just kinda goes “why are we letting these CHILDREN go to war???” It’s a similar story with like the sensei. Thinking they’re so experienced and old and… now I’m the same age as them and I’m still young!!

4. Might Gai is Cringe and I Love Him For That

The way I didn’t appreciate this man when I was a kid is a CRIME. Teaching his students (and friends) that it’s important to find joy in life is SO IMPORTANT and Gai just does an EXCELLENT job with that!! He strives to be a source of light for the people in his life, and to show others it’s important to smile and laugh from time to time. It warms my cold dead grownup heart what can I say. There’s a line in OG Naruto after Lee beats Sasuke in their fight before the chunin exams, where Naruto turns to Sasuke and Sakura as their cringing at Lee and Gai and says, “actually, it’s kinda sweet how they’re all hugging and stuff!” And that kinda summarizes my thoughts on them.

TLDR Might Gai is cringe but he is free and I love him so much for that.

5. Seeing Myself in Characters I Didn’t Before

Off the top of my head, the three characters I see myself in more so now than when I was younger is definitely Choji, Lee, and Tenten.

I was never popular growing up, especially when I moved back to the US after living in Cuba. Kids just didn’t wanna play with me or have me on their sports teams, so I was purposefully left out oftentimes, kinda like how choji was when he was younger. Rewatching that part made me cry honestly HAHA I saw myself so clearly. I’m also plus size so the beauty standards he has to deal with really speak to me. I remember Shikamaru telling him one time that girls don’t have to be skinny to be pretty and I would be lying if that didn’t give me a huge amount of confidence in myself.

Rock Lee’s story has always been top notch, but as someone who chose to specialize in a path that I didn’t really have natural talent for myself it REALLY speaks to me now. I’ll be 100% honest, I was never really one of those “been drawing since I could hold a pencil” kind of kids. I liked it, but I didn’t really consider myself any good until like 8th grade or so. Anyway, there’s this scene where Lee is crying at the training grounds cuz he’s scared that, no matter how hard he works, it’ll all be for nothing and that he’ll always be a loser, and uh… had to turn the show off cuz that struck WAAAAAAAY too close to home for me as an artist with a… let’s be real, a failing art business. Anyway, he inspires me though to keep going cuz this is what brings me joy. I may take longer than most, but that doesn’t mean I’m less of a person for it.

Tenten I’ve honestly seen a lot of myself in even when I was younger! But there’s this filler episode that goes into detail on how she tried really hard to be just like Tsunade, since that was her dream since she was little. Turns out she doesn’t have the capacity to do that (not being able to do medical ninjutsu well, etc), but she finds her own strengths along the way. What really spoke to me was letting go of your childhood dreams. It’s hard. It feels like you’re failing in a way. But Tenten was able to persevere and find a new and even better path forward for herself. And that’s just amazing. I love seeing that, and it helps me feel as if I too and maybe find my path.

6. Final Thoughts and Random Little Things

I think it’s also safe to say that I can pick up on story flaws (I’m looking at you 4th great ninja war arc) and inconsistencies (how the heck does the hyuga clan work wtf). It’s a long series and nowadays you can binge the whole thing in one sitting (I don’t recommend that please take care of yourself). Back in my day I had to wait a whole week to watch the next 26 minute episode with commercials in between. Also I was a kid. AHAHA!! But again, long series, so I’m sure Kishi forgot about certain details while he was being pushed to continue the series.

Also my views on certain things that happened in the series changed based on what I know what happens later, which I find to be quite fun!

Overall I still enjoy the series, both for similar reasons as I did back in the day (Neji) and for new reasons!! Flaws and all. Thanks for coming to my Ted talk

[esta-elavaris]

I’m sorry if this is invasive- plz ignore if so! :)- but what inspired your spiritual journey?

Not invasive, I don't mind! Also won't be a short answer tho.

So I went to a very Christian primary school, not because it was Christian but because it was just the best primary school in the area but it just also happened to be Christian, and my parents were very laidback in terms of wanting me to choose my own religion - they didn't even have me christened or anything when I was a baby. Father is a fckn devout athiest, mother was a Christian believer (I do have a very fun story about her making my aunt promise not to tell my brother and I the proper Christian beliefs, because she wasn't willing to follow the beliefs to the letter so therefore believed she would go to hell, and didn't want us getting into heaven if she wasn't getting in, which is wild and very funny).

ANYWAY I believed in the whole Christianity thing for a hot second just because I was a six year old who was singing hymns every single morning so like, not surprising. By the time I moved on to middle school I didn't believe in any of it, and then when I was around? 13? I started dabbling in different beliefs, just because I was a big ol' goth and the goth shops do tend to also deal in witchy stuff, so I was always exposed to it and always curious, and I just always had a sort of sense that there was something there, I just didn't know what.

At first I delved into Wicca, it's the most accessible, there's sooo much about it online (the trick these days is finding witchy resources that aren't fucking Wiccan), I feel like it's most people's gateway into alternative religions, and the whole thing with Wicca is the concept of "the god" and "the goddess", so you're encouraged to meditate on the concept of those two deities and try to feel "connections" with them, but I could only ever feel the presence of "the god" (one god in particular, turns out, but I didn't know that yet) and never "the goddess" -- and because I'm me, I was like "o shit the goddess has beef with me lmao she doesn't like me". But I mean, in addition to that problem, Wicca just wasn't "clicking" with me. I knew there was something there in terms of faith, I could feel some sort of presence, but I also knew that when I found the right thing I'd know it.

By this point I must've been around 15, and I was pretty heavily active in the goth/alt scene on here on my old account, and there's a lot of overlap between that community and the Norse Pagan community on socials, so a lot of my mutuals openly followed the Norse gods, and I was just kinda like "...huh" about it, where something was nagging at me but I didn't know where to begin because it's a hell of a thing to dive into.

And as a general rule of thumb, if a deity is trying to get your attention, they're gonna get your attention, you don't get away with being wilfully blind for long. So I was getting all of these signs, but I was reluctant because this also coincided with the time period that everybody was losing their shit over Marvel and Tom Hiddleston in particular, so pagan communities were being fckn invaded by rabid fangirls who were using the faith as an outlet for the fact that they wanted to shag Chris Hemsworth, and the last thing I wanted to be seen as was one of them, so I kept it all very quiet and was very reluctant to get anywhere near it, especially because a lot of the signs I was getting did appear to be coming from Loki and my gut feeling deep down was that it was him.

So I was in denial about it for a while, I accepted that the Norse thing felt right in general, and deep down I knew the Loki aspect of it did too, but being a teenage goth in that period of time who tried to claim "Loki is reaching out to me" would just look fucking ridiculous (and idk why I cared so much about the look of things but I mean, I was a teenager, it's a given) so I tried to convince myself that it was Frey, but that didn't feel right either, and I did/do fit the archetype of that Loki does tend to gravitate towards in a devotee - abusive history, "outsider", creative - and his signs often tend to come in the form of spiders and I was getting a lot of them where I typically did not usually. And when I began to really question if it was him, I started getting MORE spiders, as if confirming it, but I was still in denial, so one day I figured "okay if I get a spider tomorrow, that's it, that's who it is." and I went to school the next day, and in my first class of the day there was a big ass spider square in the middle of my assigned desk - in a school that I'd attended for years, and never had? Random insects? So that was wild, I could explain that away less than I could the ones I'd encountered in my house, and that was when I accepted it, even if I did keep it secret for years and years to follow.

I've only started getting really open about it in the last few years - my friends have always known, my brother is the only one in my family that knows explicitly (but I mean, the others have seen the tattoos and can probably do some guesswork), but I pretty much refused to discuss it online for a long time because it only seemed to invite wank - but then I stopped caring and that fear proved pointless because people have generally been great about it, bar an incident with a lad who pretended to have the same beliefs a few years back in order to try and flirt with me 🫠🫠🫠

Another funny incident was for my 16th birthday party I had a tarot card reader who was also like, into spiritualism/sensing presences she kept telling me I had some sort of entity hanging around me who was "linked to horses" and I thought at first she meant like, a ghost, so I didn't put those pieces together but uhhh the main myth about Loki that everybody knows does indeed feature a horse, so that always makes me laugh in hindsight.

For a couple of years back in the beginning I just considered myself a Norse pagan who primarily worked with Loki, even though I never felt much of a "bond" with the other deities and seldom reached out to them with a few exceptions, and all of my daily offerings did exclusively just go to him, but by the time I was applying to universities I felt massively called to be an all-out Loki devotee/for him to be my patron god "officially", and then in September '21 I finally did a formal dedication ritual just to make everything official, but by that point I'd been living it for the better part of a decade, so it was just a formality. I'd already had his rune tattooed behind my ear for like four years by that point.

This is a vastly summarised explanation and it's already stupidly long - a lot of it is about signs and gut feelings, and knowing when something is a sign and when it's a coincidence, and in the case of Norse stuff specifically it is called "the religion that comes with homework" because there's just so much reading to do, but my overall story is essentially "Loki kicked down my door and made himself at home (and I wouldn't want it any other way)". It's not a one size fits all kind of journey, mine was actually made very easy for me because I wasn't the one having to make the initial overtures//I didn't have to "shop around" and test out bonds and see which deity/deities I had the best fit with, the biggest hurdle in my case was paying attention to the signs I was being given without worrying about "how it looked". I was very lucky in my case. Lad saw a kid Going Through It and stepped in. (And typing that last sentence has me tearing up, I cannot lie.)

And now I just try to live in a way that he would approve of -- which, happily, is also the way I want to live. Which is what he would approve of. Nice wee cycle there.

[the80srewinders]

What the fuck is wrong with your cyber dependent ass. Why the fuck do you hate people who go offline for five minutes. Oh, yeah, because you're too retarded and crippled to have a life outside of the Internet you worthless fuck. Real people with real trauma don't spend that much time online you dumbfuck. Real people with real trauma have real jobs and therapy, shit you don't have or else your pussy ass wouldn't throw around sui threats. Your Internet addicted trauma-free weak ass and zoomer screen zombies like your poser ass are why we have so many fucking toxic DID communities, and fucking frankly, why we have only DID communities because you fake ass fucks are fascinated by DID. I've already called out your fake pussy ass for faking CSA, your last post just gave me another tool in exposing your faker poser ass. I mean, we all know you're faking trauma and DID because you admitted yourself you ain't got shit that the "valid survivors" do and that's your fucking words not mine. Instead of chronic pain, chronic fatigue or chronic illness, your weak pussy ass ended up chronically online and we all know chronically online people don't have shit wrong with them physically and you can fucking bet they never had trauma a day in their lives. People who use the Internet too much like you are toxic ass bimbos. I hope your iPad gets taken away so you can finally go out into the real world, touch some fucking grass and for God's sake, get raped while you're at it. Then you'll know the pain us real trauma survivors deal with.

poor attempt at tryna be "gangsta" 😹

first off i wouldn't be cyber dependent or wtv if we had people irl who supported us besides therapists, you don't know the situation you're just jumping to conclusions because you're a bigot

i don't hate people who go offline. I hate people who hate technology, hate the Internet, etc. and I hate people who are dumb like u n generalize the Internet as a whole as bad when it's not, it's js trolls like u on social media that make ppl think dat

besides resources on the Internet saved our life at our most low points, ofc wed defend technology especially Internet, how fkn ableist can u b

thanks, I already knew that and yk what? I can fucking kms if it would make u feel better bc I've hated myself for those reasons years before i was allowed on the internet 😘

first off... do u even hv real trauma? sure doesn't sound like it from the asks u been sendin atp or else you'd know us trauma survivors flock online bc it's a dangerous thing to talk ab irl. for reasons I shouldn't hv to state if ur a real trauma survivor. which I doubt u r 😹

your ask about me faking CSA because I wasn't hypermobile is a line of shi. ain't no1 out there who's rly been sa'd gon believe that or u.

uh bish how the fuck do u know wat I do and don't? for your fuckin information I hv been in therapy for DID treatment since dx in Nov 2022. n js bc I can't get legally employed doesn't mean I don't do shi for ppl that the body is able to do, which ain't much but it's smt like u js be tryna judge my life and what u think I do atp

also ik wtf i said.

I ain't fascinated by DID bitch I wish I didn't live w it. if u actually read any of my posts on our personal experiences you'd know how much I hate it. but mk, that doesn't fit wit ur narrative so u had to gloss over dat n move on

haha u contradict urself here. "chronically online people don't have anything wrong with them physically" bitchhh do u hear urself how u sound. first u were goin off on me bc I was too "crippled" which is an ableist slur for a physically disabled person now ur sayin I ain't got shi wrong w me. damnnn you js hate chronically online ppl atp like wtf is ur problem. being online literally every hour ur awake isn't healthy n I don't stand for dat but I also don't do dat either 😘 I'm online a lot and never go outside unless it's to go out in public but I do hella offline indoor activities too, bc yk that's a thing

i know imma bimbo, ur js jealous bc u don't have a sex life 😘 maybe if you stopped touching grass youd hv a sex life too

i already said this before n I ain't gon say it again i neva had an ipad. also thanks for telling me to get raped, i actually hv hundreds of times n as much as dat sounds like a stretch or made up, I can assure u 100% it's true n my fkn body is messed up from being raped so many fkn times. I've been raped again this yr and u don't know how many times I get sa'd by family members. u ain't no real trauma survivor or else u wouldn't wish dis on som1. fuck you bish.

[ha-youwish]

This is not a vent post, it’s a book recommendation and self-analysis kinda. Please consider reading this, I won’t blame you if you don’t.

Last year around this time, my granddaddy passed away. Usually, online and in formal spaces I would call him my grandfather, but that’s not what I call him and I will not limit myself for this post.

Last year around this time I was beginning my second semester of college ever. I was not doing so well. My grades were low because my attendance was abysmal and my work outside the class was shit. However the previous semester I had taken a class that I was able to stick around for more than the rest.

This class was studying how different major religions and cultures coped with death and how they thought of the afterlife. I bought the books for that class with financial aid and never read them.

Just now I got done reading one of the books, When Bad Things Happen to Good People by Harold S. Kushner, never read it until I found it sitting around today.

It’s a relatively short book, under 200 pages, about how Kushner deals with the question “Why do bad things happen to good people?” from his place as a rabbi.

Now I don’t have any sort of relationship with god. i’m not strictly atheist or anything but i tend to believe in whatever religion people want me to believe in if they ask me to pray for them or a family member.

when grandaddy died, i had nothing to fall back on. granddaddy was extremely religious and generous, i am so incredibly grateful he was involved in my life and there for me. but people from his church said it was a part of god’s plan or that there was a reason he passed when he did and when i was in such a low state at college already.

i moved away to college and the landlord sold my home. i was in an unfamiliar uncomfortable place where the only place i felt fully comfortable was now completely inaccessible. my mom moved in with grandaddy and took care of him before he passed. it was tense. he was kind but old and stubborn and so is everyone else. the drain of taking care of someone can be worth it, but that doesnt mean its not there.

i was, and am, dealing with severe depression surrounded by other gloomy people who didnt make it much better. i never went to class and i had, and have, crushing guilt that i was wasting the time and money of my family.

and then granddaddy went to the hospital. and then he died. and its unfair.

all of it is unfair, and if it was a part of gods plan then hes fucking unfair too.

now, i have not necessarily moved on. my fingers shake still if i think about it too long. i dont even know if im going to post this because of how exposed and raw i feel. but its important to me that somehow in some way this gets expressed and that someone other than myself will read it.

your suffering was unfair, whether it was a lot or a little. the world is unfair. we all know it. i hope you know that you will never be able to look into the eyes of someone who has never known suffering, and i hope you can find some comfort in that connection.

this book is from the point of view from a religious man. it talks a lot about a god i dont believe in. but the way it talks about suffering and how it effects people makes it helpful for me to parse my own feelings and thoughts.

so feel free to replace god with whatever you want, with humanity and spirit and the universe and everything good. here are some quotes, alt text included:

- sometimes i convince myself that what i feel is nothing more than chemicals, that the regret i feel from not driving home the day before and visiting before he passed was just something my mind is doing.

i once stayed up late at grandaddys house after he passed and i was shoved right back into school like my life hadnt just gotten its shit rocked.

my mom was in her room asleep, but i really couldn’t take it anymore. we stayed up late just talking through how we felt after i had cried to her. and to be completely honest, hearing that she had regrets and wished for just a little more time fucking sucked. knowing the people around you are going through it sucks, even if it was to be expected

but we connected over that long early morning. we resolved almost nothing. i felt the same as i did before and granddaddys still dead and buried. but it was easier to go on after that.

another quote, a tldr if you don’t want to read the book but want to understand what he gets at, in the end of it all.

i dont think i can forgive other people for being unfair, not without effort. but i think i can forgive the universe because the unfairness is proof that people have choices. shit happens, you choose what to do after it.

for a lot of people, mourning and religion bring them the strength to move on, as he talks about in the book. things dont get better because of prayer that god will fix everything or the universe will set itself right again or you can escape through fantasy books to another world,

they get better because something gives us strength to get up again and keep moving. to kushner, thats god and people who came together to support him. to me, i dont know yet, i dont know if i’ve really started to pick up my life yet. but i think this book helped me start to see the bigger picture

[leedongwook]

seeing the other anons on here, regarding the whole reblog vs. like debate on tumblr, is interesting to me. and i must say that i'm a bit amused by the fact that getting blocked apparently causes so much anxiety in people that they simply refuse to use tumblr as intended. i was anxious when i got my first anon hate or when i was first blocked by someone 10+ years ago when i was still a teenager myself, but i'm glad that i always understood that none of this was a me problem. haters be hating, trolls be trolling. there are millions of bored, dissatisfied people who come online just because they think it's funny to make other people angry. this is why getting blocked and blocking others is a daily occurrence for every normal blogger on here, just as it's normal to meet people in real life who simply do not and will never like you for reasons x, y, and z. it's par for the course, it's life, baby, but nothing you should take personally because, in the end, we're all strangers here and none of this determines your value as a human being!

also, blocking is one of the most important tools to curate (a) your dash, (b) the tags you frequent, and (c) the interactions others have with you. it's quite literally the most polite, respectful, no-drama way to ensure that you do not start unnecessary online fights that are nothing but a big waste of time. the most efficient way to ascertain that you do not expose yourself to people, blogs, and content that you know make you angry, sad, or anxious. blocking is not a hateful action (well, if can be, but i think we should appreciate silence and keeping a respectful distance to each other over open hostility, flaming, and cancel culture). blocking is the tool we use to prevent trolling, cyberbullying, arguing, and cognitive dissonance. and that goes both ways! if somebody blocked you, always assume they have a reason for it, even if it may an incredibly simple or vague one. there must be one. and that's okay, and probably good for both of you. if the other person knows that you two will not get along, then trust in that decision and move on with your life.

like, this is the internet, with millions of strangers (many of them very young, and many more of them simply stupid af) who have very strong opinions on the most banal things you could never dream of arguing about. the other anon said they received hate for reblogging things: welcome to the club! i do point to what i already said above and want to ask directly: did you know that you can block anons in your inbox? did you know that you can disable the anonymous option in your inbox or even disable the entire inbox if necessary? did you know that you can disable comments and reblogs on your posts and that you can curate who is allowed to hit you up via chat function? did you screenshot the anon hate and share it privately with a friend so you can make fun of it together, as god intended? i promise that handling hate and curating your user experience aproperly gets easier the more you use all the tools that tumblr offers you.

most importantly, did you eventually manage to externalize the problem (i.e., realize that the real problem is the person who sent you hate) instead of internalizing it (i.e., thinking that you are not allowed to reblog/post anything anymore because some stranger on the internet was being an immature baby in your inbox once)? the last bit is essential. you have to learn that your blog is your house, and you can decorate it however you want, as long as you follow common netiquette regarding tagging and such. other are allowed to block you if that helps them curate their dash, as much as you are allowed to block them if that helps you to curate your dash.

if those are the big reasons why so many users are only liking posts but never reblogging nowadays, then i'm honestly unsure if you (@ the other anon, but also everybody else who might potentially read this and relate) should be on tumblr of all places. being able to handle some cognitive dissonance while you are blogging, whether it's because of something you come across while scrolling through tumblr or something that is directed towards you specifically, is essential. this is not instagram or twitter or tiktok, where the algorithm allows you to consume passively (i.e. liking posts) while remaining in your comfortable echo chambers and still contributing meaningfully to creative work, communities, and fandoms (i.e. your likes actually affect the algorithm in favor of the content you liked, which equals more exposure, which can even be turned into real life money).

tumblr is a content-centric website that is about curating your person dashboard and filling your own personal blog while not relying on a like-based algorithm. ergo, reblogs are the only currency on tumblr that truly counts because they are the only action that actively leads to the circulation of other people's content and facilitates the discovery of new blogs and users that you can connect/interact with. yes, liking is a quick form of appreciation, and we all use the like button for a variety of reasons that are all important in their own right, but you do not contribute to the survival of fandoms, to the real validation of creatives' works in form of more exposure (because unlike insta, tiktok, and co., likes and exposure are not linked here), and to the circulation of content by only using the like button. that passivity is not an issue on algorithm-based social networking sites because they do have an algorithm, but it surely is a problem on tumblr.

just to be clear: liking is not forbidden or frowned-upon in a general sense. but on tumblr dot com, unlike many other social networking sites, it's meant to be a side hustle at most.

if anyone feels unprepared or anxious to handle the tumblr-specific environment that was created for blogging (i.e you are meant to contribute by actually filling your personal blog with content that you either made yourself or that you reblog from others), then idk why y'all are here, in all honesty. i must ask this: do you even know what a blog is? it certainly feels like a lot of people all came here with the expectation that this is twitter 2.0, but the reason we're here is specifically because this is the blogging website. the website specifically made for blogging. why do people come to the blogging website just to refuse to reblog or post their own content? if all you want to do is use the like button, why aren't you literally anywhere else except here? nobody forces you to be here if that's not the type of social media experience that you enjoy. if you do not want to use the main feature of tumblr, which is Having Your Own Blog, then simply use sites where you do not have your own blog and are not expected to use said blog. it's as simple as that! don't complain when bloggers point out that you're simply invading their blogging space with foreign ideas of how netiquette must look like – tumblr has never been like the more popular sites, and that is a deliberate choice and something we love and appreciate it for! do you all also create wordpress accounts and then complain about having to use wordpress like it's intended to be used? do you also go to the gym and then complain that you have to actually use the dumbbells yourself instead of letting somebody else do all the work for you? i highly doubt it.

it makes absolutely no sense that so many people come to a place that has a specific environment only to refuse to adapt to how it works, which is why i find this entire debate so silly. we have so many websites we can choose from, but people choose to stay on the blogging website to complain about blogs and reblogs to the bloggers who have been blogging for years and actually know what blogging means.

meanwhile, the solution is so very simple: you could, instead, move the any algorithm-driven websites and click on every like button in sight until you die of old age! only liking posts does simply not meet the rightful expectations of the bloggers on tumblr who share their hard work on here and ask for no other reward except exposure, which is the same thing that every creator online wants, be it on twitter or insta or tiktok! exposure which you can only grant them with reblogs, because Liking Does Not Do Anything On A Website Without An Algorithm.

this weird passivity shrinks exposure to laughable sizes (200 notes max on a gifset that took hours, and 80% of those notes are likes?!), destroys creatives' motivation to create and share their work in the future, and inevitably deteriorates entire online communities and fandoms. if everyone was unwilling to blog on tumblr, this website would be empty. zero posts. empty dash. then what? you wouldn't be pressing any like buttons at all if everybody brought this attitude to the blogging website that was created specifically for sharing content. google dictionary on "sharing": have a portion of (something) with another or others; use, occupy, or enjoy (something) jointly with another or others. you enjoying a meal alone in your room (liking posts and not reblogging) is not the same as putting the meal on the table (reblogging it to your blog) and enjoying it with others (followers seeing your reblogs on their dash).

it's stupid. imposing algorithm-rotted expectations on how tumblr is supposed to work even though (a) it is fundamentally different from other social media sites and (b) has no fucking algorithm is stupid.

tl;dr tumblr netiquette does not have to adapt to you; you are the ones who have to adapt to the tumblr netiquette. people who have been here for years are rightfully angry at you for not adhering to the easily understandable social contract between creators and consumers.

I’m just gonna leave this here ✌️

[corktheauthor]

It seemed like a wonderful gift, at first. An opportunity to help humanity. I could wish for world peace, or an end to all illness, or even just for everyone in the world to be happy. I could ask how to stop global warming, how to cure cancer, or how to prevent any upcoming apocalypses. But the more I thought about it, the more wary I grew.

I listened to other people on the first day. I set myself up in the middle of a park and let people come to me, offering counsel, asking favours, or just wanting to talk. I made notes of any exceptional suggestions, but none of them seemed quite… right. This was not an opportunity to be wasted.

The second day, I sought advice online. Opened up a reddit AMA and let the people decide who to upvote, who’s suggestions to show me. I made notes again, but once again, nothing seemed right. It was like I was becoming more cynical, more worried, and a little more paranoid as time went on.

The third day I took for myself. To think.

I repeated the cycle for the next three days, and then, finally, the seventh day was upon me.

I knew what I had to do.

“Hi, God,” I greeted. I couldn’t see them. Couldn’t really hear them either, they kind of just projected its thoughts into my mind. They were everywhere and nowhere and it was honestly a bit terrifying, but they did omit a calming aura. Well, it should have been calming. As a perpetual anxiety sufferer, the calmness only set me more on edge

“Greetings,” God greeted back.

“I don’t suppose you mind if we sit and chat for a bit.” It wasn’t a question, I wasn’t going to waste my question. But it did strongly hint that a response would be nice.

“Why would I mind?” asked God, and I smiled, but didn’t answer.

“I was wondering,” I told them, “about what happened to the last person to make a wish.” Again, it wasn’t a questions.

“You need only ask,” replied God.

“No, thank you. I was just wondering. And I thought that it may help me to make my decision.”

“You haven’t made your decision yet?” God sounded surprised. I wasn’t aware that Gods were capable of surprise.

“I could do with some help,” I admitted, and God seemed to sigh (did Gods have lungs?) before responding.

“Very well. The last person who made a wish wanted the best for people. Wanted them to follow a set of values, like not killing each other. And now, many do. The world is much improved because of their wish.”

This was about what I’d expected. 2000 years ago was when Christianity started kicking off, and when a certain somebody had been performing miracles and converting people to a new religion.

“He died,” I stated.

“He did,” God replied. “But I am sure he did not regret his wish.”

“I’m not sure you can regret something after you’ve died,” I pointed out, and God seemed to laugh.

“You are a tricky one.” Was that a compliment? An insult? Whatever it was, it made me certain that my next move was the right one.

“I’m ready to ask my question now,” I said, and God nodded. (How did I know that they nodded?? I just felt it? But God didn’t have a physical form??? Nope, not the time to freak out. Time to ask a question.) “Do you mean to cause more harm than good to humanity?”

God seemed to still. The calming aura it was giving off vanished, leaving me feeling exposed and cold. It didn’t want to answer, that much I could tell, but it had to. It had to.

“Yes,” said the Thing-That-Might-Be-God, very reluctantly. “But you see, these things are complicated.”

“Right. I’m ready for my wish.”

“But you seemed so eager to talk earlier,” it said, a taunting, sing-song element to its not-a-voice.

“Well, that was earlier. This is now.”

“Very well. What is your wish?” It was smirking. It wanted me to answer its question. Or was it a bluff? Or a double bluff? Or a triple bluff?

“I don’t like you,” I said, plain and cold. Then I concentrated very, very hard on getting my words exactly right. “I wish—”

A screeching noise filled my ears, a throbbing hit my heart, and my head felt like somebody had set a million fireworks off in it. I almost screamed before I remembered that none of it was real. It was a distraction. It didn’t even hurt, it was just overwhelming.

“You wish it would stop,” the Thing whispered. “You wish it would stop! You wish it would stop!”

“—that you—”

“—that I would go away! Go away, make it stop, go away—”

“—would never interfere with humanity again!”

And then the storm stopped. And the Thing-That-Was-Not-A-God looked at me.

“Clever human,” it spat.

“Stupid Not-A-God,” I retorted.

“Doesn’t make me go away now, though, does it,” it taunted, and I rolled my eyes.

“If you had any power, you’d have used it by now. I’m fairly sure that once I wake up, you’ll be gone forever.”

“Fairly sure? Want to make it very sure.”

“I’m going to ignore you now.” And I did. The Thing screamed and gambled and begged, but I said nothing until I awoke the next morning. And then it was gone.

Well, almost gone.

The Thing came to me every night in my dreams. After a month, it stopped screaming. After a year, it stopped begging. After ten years, I almost considered it a friend.

Eventually, I was dying. And the Thing was sad.

“I want you to ask me another Question,” it said.

“You won’t tell the truth,” I replied, and the Thing pouted.

“Ask anyway?”

“Fine.” What did I have to lose now, anyway? “Christianity. It’s not any better than any other religion, and it’s definitely not what a certain Wish-Maker would have wanted it to be. Is that your fault?”

“Yes. Another Question.”

“Did you kill Jesus?”

“Yes. Another question. A better question.”

I sighed heavily. “Fine. Do you mean to cause more harm than good to humanity?”

“Finally! You asked! The Thing seemed delighted, and I couldn’t help but smile. “My answer has changed. I wish more harm than good to all humans but one. I wish you more good than harm. You are special.”

“Do I get a wish now?” I teased, and the Thing smiled.

“I will make any wishes backfire,” it pointed out.

“Do it anyway?”

“Fine. Human, you have one wish. What do you wish?”

“I wish,” I said, “for you to be happy.”

“You... what?”

“I said I wish for you to be happy.”

The Thing looked at me. It blinked once, twice, three times, and then it smiled, a proper, genuine smile for the first time.

“Thank you, human.”

“You are welcome, Thing. Now, obey my first wish and leave humanity alone for the rest of forever.”

“Yes, human. See you around.”

“Goodbye, Thing.”

God appears in your dream and tells you that every 2000 years a person is selected to ask one question and have one wish granted on behalf of all of humanity. You have been selected. You have one week to give your wish and ask your question. The rest of the world knows you were selected.

[deustux]

I found a good YouTube video that discussed an artist that traumatised a bunch of children with their fetish content. When I saw who it was it sent a chill down my spine cause by the thumbnail I know who they were (not personally lol).

I had discovered their content from YouTube (I didn't know of Deviantart's existence so I didn't know of their deviant art acc) at the age of 8. It horribly affected me and it still does to this day. And watching that video and realising how many people it affected shocked and horrified me. But, then I realised that this adult creator was purposefully exposing kids to their fetish content and wasn't some idiot who didn't tag their shit properly.

They were fully aware of who this content was being exposed to and didn't care. That made me furious, I always blamed myself for discovering his fetish content at 8 but now i realise it was never my fault.

It was youtube and his fault. Youtube for pushing that shit onto the recommended page, I never typed that shit up or even knew the fucking word of that fetish. They never censored that shit or age restricted it. And massively him, he never put warnings or made it clear that it was fetish content sure he had the fetish name but no one who hasn't heard of the fetish would know it was a fetish especially since the title would be "[insert fetish]" and not "[insert fetish] fetish, 18+".

I never even heard of that word (the fetish name) so ofc I would of never have know it was fetish Material (dont even say "your parents would of known" because no they wouldn't, it wasn't bdsm which is widely known. it was those fetishs that youd only know about by being chronically online which they weren't). Now, whenever I see normal media that can be connected to that fetish, it makes me uncomfortable and ashamed, it'll always remind me of it.

The amount of kids cartoons that I can never see normally because of it and my mind can't help but think "hey doesn't this remind you of [insert fetish]". I wish I never watched that YouTube video and videos. I wish I could go back and warn 8 year old me to look away and ignore them.

Looking at their content the fact they used children characters (like very underage im talking about 5-10 year olds) gives me the ick especially since they happily exposed children to their fetish content so yeah they deffo was a pred.

Their deviant art and YouTube account is gone, I don't know when it was taken down (I think it was taken down by the 2020s), but thank god. I never want to censor people and have their shit taken down, but when you're exposing kids to your fetish content with no warnings or age warnings, then you deserve it. I wish YouTube and Deviantart removed him and his content earlier.

Because millions of kids were either traumatised or now have that fetish due to him and most of them who have it because of him are ashamed and unhappy and genuinely have issues.

Was it really hard for people to put warnings on their video titles or at the start of the video.

This helped me realise why the mlp cupcakes and smile HD not having any warnings and disguising itself as child friendly was a massive issue. I was exposed to gore and horror as a kid and thankfully I wasn't horribly affected and have a genuine love and respect to Horror which made me think "sure its gorey but it wasn't that bad lol"

But I think back to when I watched horror games as a child and would be kept up and couldn't sleep (and would wet the bed cause fuck going to the bathroom at night) even sharing a room with my older brother didn't calm me down (especially since he needed the bedroom door open so the hallway light would be on to help him sleep and I couldn't help but think "holy shit the demons can get me with that damn door open and I can't see into the hallway due to our beds being so far away").

An mlp infection au still scares me shitless till this day and I'm 18 so What'd do you'd think it'd do to a 5-13 year old? Hell I'm Paranoid about hearing my window and having my curtains closed Scared I'll see a horrifying face so ofc this will massively affect kids.

So yeah I now fully understand why calling out people for not tagging their shit properly, I only really focused on fetish content and porn not being tagged and calling them out because obviously kids should NEVER be exposed to porn. But Horror slipped my mind and I downplayed it because i forgot that it can be just as harmful to kids if not tagged properly.

[superevilnicole]

TW: Hypersexuality and Grooming vent

I remember being so down bad for attention because I felt like nobody gave it to me to the point where I would seek comfort and attention from people on the internet dear god

I would send so many videos and photos of myself just to keep them interested in me the MOMENT I felt like their eyes were starting to wander. Isn’t it crazy how I was more worried about how someone who had no business talking to me was starting to get bored of me and not the fact that I was going as far as to indulging in sick fantasies they had about me so I can paid attention to?

Someone sent me an ask once, and I forgot what it said word for word, but it said something along the lines as “Keep doing what your doing and whenever you’re older, and you try being intimate with others, I hope what you are doing now comes back to make sure you can never feel comfortable with others again.”

And yeah they were right. Right after the high died down (which unfortunately took longer than i had wanted), I felt fucking disgusting. Every time I had seen anything related to sex or being sexy or whatever, I got grossed out. It reminded me that I had fed into my fear of never being important to someone and ended up harming myself in the process.

Why do I want attention and do anything for it but then feel exposed, dirty, and fucking pathetic right after? It’s annoying and I literally cannot even look at myself the same.

Anyway do NAWT seek comfort in the arms of weirdos online please get a diary or just tell a therapist☹️☹️

[drawyourheart]

Hi Salem! I dont usually interact thru my main, im usually rbing through @missinchrest , but i wanted to shoot you a message. I hope im not overstepping my boundaries with this, but you seemed really down and i wanted to shoot this over to you. I 100% get why you have anons off, and while this is a bit more public than i would prefer, i wanted you to see this, dammit! No need to interact publicly, i know youve got a big ass blog for horny trans furries (like us) with thousands of notes and shit haha.

Salem, love. You are just barely 22. You are meant to say what you think, indulge in what you like, scream about your hurt, be joyous about your successes. You are not supposed to have it figured out yet, and still you hold the potential of the world in you. Ive barely been 25 and I'm just getting back on my feet from a deep hole and learning who i am as a trans man, as somebody who is lovely and can love hard. i got out of the hospital january of last year after trying to kill myself again. ive been battling my weed addiction and suicidal thoughts for a while all while trying to move away from my parents house, where i still live. my father has been the reason for every suicide attempt ive made, and when i told him that i wanted to commit suicide at 13 he called me a loser and told me to never bring it up again. i hate living with him, but my life really did clear up significantly after Years of experience living without him. i know there's a whole life waiting for me, and im so excited to get there. it's this that keeps me from relapsing into self harming habits, that keeps my pedals spinning when on my bad days all i want is a blade and some weed.

really living can look ugly to people who play social charades. if my father saw me as i am now 20 years back he would start a fight with me on the street for daring to live as a faggot. But god am i so excited for the life im slowly building inside me, even though each piece is like handling shards of glass. You have so much more life to live, you're going to look back on this and laugh at how it took so long to see yourself. Trust the process. Hold on. You know what you need, just trust that you are not lost but on your way. We love you. Being online exposes you to so many people who are afraid to be themselves face to face and its dizzying when you sink into it all, but there is so much quiet, gentle, vibrant, loud love waiting for you. Do not give up. Get some rest and get back up tomorrow. Your happy future is waiting for you, and all you need to do is focus on the next day, the next day, the next day, until these days are far, far behind you.

I'm sorry.

[iamshay]

Why I Only Post Selfies (And Why That Bothers Some of You)

I take selfies. That’s my choice. And yet, every day, I get dudes asking, “Why don’t you post full-body shots?” The answer is simple: I’m not thirsty for attention like some girls who think their only value is their body. That’s not me. Y’all can settle for just my selfies.

I don’t live for validation. If my husband wants to see all of me, that’s for him and only him. Yes, I’ve taken full-body pictures, but you won’t catch me flashing my body for likes. Unlike most of what y’all simp over, I was raised with morals.

And let’s talk about these so-called "red-pill" men. They spend their time complaining about how women are “selling themselves” for attention, yet they’re the first ones in my DMs crying because I don’t. The irony is wild. You claim to hate these “304s” (y’all’s favorite word), but those are exactly the types you chase. Then you turn around and try to gaslight women with self-respect into thinking they need to do the same. Nah, I’m good.

You just exposed yourself. Acting all high and mighty while whining like the same dudes you claim to hate. Complaining that I’m not thirst-trapping for views like the girls on X or streaming sites? That’s an easy way to get attention, but I don’t need it. I actually respect myself.

And let’s be real—some of y’all don’t even want grown women. You want girls who started posting like that at 15 or 17 because you’re afraid of real women with morals and standards. You can’t handle a woman who carries herself with dignity because it reminds you that you have none.

So don’t come crying to me when you’re the one chasing the hoes. And definitely don’t try to turn real women into what you claim to hate. I was raised with values, in a stable, loving family. Unlike y’all, I don’t contradict myself every five minutes.

Some of you love to say, “If she did this, she’d get more views.” Newsflash: I’m not here for views. I’m here because I have something to say. I don’t need to use my body to be relevant. The values my parents instilled in me are worth more than any amount of online clout.

Just because I don’t wear a hijab doesn’t mean I’m not a God-fearing woman. I respected my father in life, and I respect him now that he’s passed. I would never disrespect his legacy by throwing away the principles he raised me with.

And before y’all ask-no, my body is not for public consumption. My full nude? That’s for my husband’s eyes only. He’ll be the first and only one to experience that. So all you get is a cute selfie and a modestly dressed Shay. Deal with it.

If that’s a problem, go chase the same 304s you claim to despise. Clearly, that’s what you really want. Just don’t come crying to me about what I don’t do. The good cookies? They’re reserved for my future husband.

And let me add one more thing...

My future husband can walk with his head held high, knowing he has a wife with zero shameful history. No OnlyFans, no nudes, no half-naked pictures floating around online. Meanwhile, millionaires and billionaires out here are constantly getting clowned for being with women who have a messy past. That’s a huge L for any man with a wife or girlfriend who’s got skeletons in her closet.

But my man? He’s winning. He found a woman with real self-respect, no past to haunt him, and nothing to be ashamed of. He can flex on me, and guess what? It checks out. Nobody can say a damn thing.

xo

shay

[radioeuroextasis]

This Is Why - Harold Andrews

My name is Harold Andrews, I am an upcoming positive inspirational hip-hop artist coming out of Paterson New Jersey. Born 1986 in Maryland, music has always been a major part of my life , I've always enjoyed listening to all types and styles of music, but it wasn't until 2005 I took creating my own music very serious. I enjoy creating beats , writing songs to them , and then recording songs and mixing and mastering them. I enjoy the whole process in creating music. I first needed to learn the business of music if I wanted to be financially successful in the business so I took alot of time reading every information on the music business, learning about copyrights , the different types , and learning how to upload single covers to sites that put music on every online music platform , places like YouTube and Spotify and so on. My inspiration for wanting to write and create my own music was due to the ruff and dramatic experiences in my life . Having to endure the mental physical an emotional abuse from my mother once she started using cocaine when I was at the age of 9 , me my older sister and little brother had to endure a lot of trauma without the help of other family members because they chose to help my mother cover up her addiction instead of remove us from the situation. Once I realized no one but myself would get me out from under the tragic situations I was going through with my mother , I dedicated myself into sharing my life experiences through music so the world can know the truth instead of what my mother have told the world about me to cover up her addiction. I wanted to expose the truth as well as hell others who was going through or have been through the same life experiences. So my music touches on real life experiences that I've encountered. My spirituality has gotten me through alot, always having faith and hope in God , I share my spirituality as well through my music but I try not to sound to preachy when I do it because I want to be able to reach those people who might not completely understand the spiritual things I have been blessed to understand, so I share my spirituality in a hip-hipish way. Helping people have a closer relationship with God as well as helping them become better human beings, teaching about all things that comes with living life . I tend to be in the music field for the rest of my life , helping an uplifting and teaching people through music . My goal is to reach the whole world an inspire the whole world to have a closer relationship with God and become better human beings. I want my music to be for all people, I hope to inspire all . Read the full article