#and in sauna

[large-ape-humongous]

Laios Finnish phenotype real

[dandelion-roots]

[ID: a digital comic in two panels featuring bungou stray dogs characters. the first shows atsushi banging open a door and shouting, dazai-san! are you oka- the second shows a shot from the anime where chuuya is holding dazai against a wall by his neck. the text reads, homoerotic atmosphere, and four squares with text point out whats happening. they read, casual hand in pocket, chokehold, knife, and lastly um... followed by two sweat drops pointing at chuuya's knee between dazai's legs. a tiny panel in the corner shows atsushi covering his eyes with his tiger paws and blushing as he says, i'm sorry... end ID]

come here. crack open the canon with me for a minute. consider. what if atsushi hadn't listened to everyone telling him dazai would be fine and left to save him only to witness whatever the fuck was going on in that cellar. consider the bit.

[super-beefy-men]

[fumifooms]

That. That screentone on Chilchuck’s chest in the low open collar. Is Chilchuck having chest hair canon Kui. Kui? Gripping my knee

[thelockerroomblog]

[ashiemochi]

we are sOOO BACK!! (creds to SARDINE's art for the reference of their amazing leon art <3)

((finished thing on patreon obvi when im done w it!!))

[tsuchinokoroyale]

When the spot got a sauna that doesn’t work 🔥

[covered-up-bondage]

[tightsweatyclothes]

[raceweek]

“we’ll just do the nice simple stuff” proceeds to attempt to make the williams car the subject of an alien abduction

[echo-stimmingrose]

Do y'all think that when Leo gets worked up and starts crying that his tears turn to steam?

[toobusybeingdelulu]

sometimes i remember how everyone in the party fought so hard to save Will and Max’s lives as opposed to how they left Billy to die without sparing him a second thought ever again.

Meanwhile Billy did not care about any of them apparently and still tried to fight the mindflayer with all he could, dying for a girl he barely knew - and his sister of course - and by proxy for the rest of them. and this is your big bad villain?

[copperbadge]

See, the thing is, I don't think Tumblr is A/B testing.

A/B testing is for shit like "Which subject line gets a better response to a mass email." It's meant to be invisible to the consumer or end-recipient. With a massive sweeping shift in UI of a social media site, there's no point in A/B testing if you aren't actively soliciting organized feedback; it's not like the change isn't highly visible. There's no reason not to institute this change and then pop up a window asking exactly what we think. There's no reason to do it on a Wednesday and then have Support direct everyone to a blog whose only meaningful way of gathering feedback isn't open until next Monday, and who has until now basically been a PR operation.

And frankly even if they were A/B testing, who fucking asked me if I wanted to be tested on? Did they think I'd welcome being told that I'm their guinea pig?

This isn't an A/B test. It's a tolerance test. Give half the site an untenably bad UI and tell them your hands are tied and see how long it takes them to acclimate. See how long it takes them to cobble some shit together to make it tolerable so you can keep your garbage new design when everyone else inevitably gets it too. How uncomfortable can you keep them and still keep them? That's the question they're answering.

Fine, you motherfuckers win. As long as this site is still 5% less garbage than the others, most of us will stay. Where are we going to go? So don't bother testing in future. Just push your fucking code. I'll be gone as soon as I can, but for all I know that's years away. I hope that makes you feel powerful, assholes. You're curating a site based on learned helplessness. I hope that makes you feel big.

[covered-up-bondage]

FUDOU58

To stare into my tormentor's eyes, struggling against the tight bonds as she toys with me, mocks my helplessness. She lets me watch as she strips naked, relieves herself, washes herself, powders herself before changing into a suit of fresh rubber, making sure I watch, squirming and whimpering with longing. She turns up the heater and humidifier yet another notch, throws me the armbinder and collar keys before shutting the door, leaving me to glare at the gleaming silvery keys which jump and jingle each time I thrash on the latex mattress, so close by and yet so utterly out of reach.

[tightsweatyclothes]

Chained to the corner of the stable, ignored, fed one meal a day. At certain times she is force-fed liquid food, and at other times her waste is allowed to drip out onto the hay below, and the suit and hay are cleaned once every week. She has long forgotten anything but the hot and humid dark which clings constantly to her body, the area allowed her by the chain, the sticky feeling of her own sweat, the stink of her own waste.

[bidonicart]

I made an illustration (well several in one) for my current favorite prestige drama, @jilldrawblog's MGS fic House On Fire. Go read it! It's about Kaz's divorce from the point of view of his wife :)