#but it is OUR hellsite

[bookshelfdreams]

back in my day, we got fun little games and jokes for april fool's. the lizard president race. coppy. crabs. the horse. boops, god, remember boops? now all they do is fuck up the ui. this used to be a website.

[sirotras]

“we need to make it easier to discover new blogs and creators”

ok then. fix the search. you know, the search function that has been notoriously broken for YEARS. that ppl have complained abt FOR YEARS

make it easier to follow tags, allow ppl to filter out other tags when searching thru them, or to search multiple tags at once, and make these functions EASY TO USE and widely known

give a clear guide on HOW tagging works! what will exclude a tag, etc

[between-me-and-hell]

[hellsite-hall-of-fame]

Opinion on rats?

very rat like

[deepdive002]

I am eager to blaze the hell out of this “hellsite”. Specifically I want to get people to stop calling it a hellsite because this lovesite is my home!

[aithusarosekiller]

'But I was on ao3 and I saw-' scroll. Don't read it. I'm aware that if you joined post-2020 this may be a novel concept but you don't have to read something you don't like. Do what the rest of us do- just pull a face and scroll away.

You don't know why they wrote it, you don't know why people may read it, and it's not real so it doesn't actually matter anyway. I've seen stuff that makes me feel ill and I just ignored it and read something else.

If you think ao3 has immoral shit, try entering a public library or opening a streaming service. You can stumble across that shit ANYWHERE, not just ao3. If you can't separate fiction and reality that's fully on you.

[catpriciousmarjara]

Conversation between a reddit user who migrated to tumblr and a tumblr user I saw on discord just yesterday.

Him: Why are people so obsessed with Dracula? Is it like a collective vampire fetish or....?

Her: Oh no it's not the Count we like! It's everyone else!

Him: ....like this Jonathan you go on about in #babygurl?

Her: Yeah! Our good friend Jonathan Harker who sends us the most delightful emails... Though he's been having a rough time of it recently...

Her: You should check out our cowboy too! He's wonderful!

Him: ........

Him: okay.

Him(about 20 mins later): What exactly is a Paprika Hendl?

[hanafubukki]

Tumblr my beloved beloathed hellsite 🥰😂

Currently watching half of the people I follow panic/make/move to blue sky from twitter

Debating if I even want to make one, I hate having multiple social media accounts. Its something that irks me lol 😅 (plus too many to juggle and I’m too old for that 😆)

I only joined twitter initially because it was required long ago and repurposed it to look at twst art when I got sucked in years ago by jp artists lol

I’m not leaving this hellsite though. I’m too comfy here and my friends are on here. I met so many nice people here that you’ll have to drag me away kicking and screaming lolol 🥰💞🤣

You all are stuck with me 😈🫰

[idolbound]

I think the fandom's hate for DA2 often forgets that the devs were forced into a like, 15 month development cycle by EA. It was pretty clear in how the game's levels were designed and reused, and it couldn't be polished into something more. But, what we got was a micro-level scale story with macro-scale consequences to the overall story of the series; it was a personal journey of an everyday person and all of their friends living in a shitty city, enduring the impossible stories of grief and change, all while dealing with the overarching consequences of the conflicts caused by a religious-political institution in real time.

Also, DA2 gave us Meredith, who is, by and large, not a god or supernatural entity, but just a woman, who was allowed far too much power that went entirely unchecked during her reign. It's a reflection of real world politicians and military leaders, which therefore makes her the most realistic type of villain in the series (and that's long before they gave her the red lyrium idol to turn her into a Boss Fight™).

Ultimately the other aspects of the games in this series - the level design, the combat, music, etc. - are all going to be subjective, especially when in comparison to the other games / your own personal preferences, but to say that it's just "objectively bad" when the story in and of itself is a departure from the other games where you get put into the role of Designated Hero™, whereas Hawke, for the most part, is Just Some Guy (gender neutral) (and this is also why I enjoy Rook in a similar-ish kind of way, where you accidentally become important at work), is really missing the point of what they were trying to do. I fully stand by the point that if Kirkwall got the DAV environment treatment today, it would be way more popular than it is.

[functioning-minne-holic]

Excuse me? I don't have "problematic kinks", you just haven't been on tumblr long enough.

[leebtwxx]

we're superior fr 😎

[0vergrowngraveyard]

this is a very hurt/no comfort fic. tws for child death, blood, grief, aftermath of a murder

this is part 2 of a collaboration with @myymi. please read part one first!! thank you!!

“I love you!”

Sonic uncurled from his spindash, his stance wide and unbalanced as he panted heavily. Wild, green eyes looked at nothing in particular as panic shook his frame.

A short laugh that would’ve sounded crazed to anyone else escaped him. They really got him this time, didn’t they? Tricked him real good. To think that he thought this whole nightmare was finally over. That it was that fucking easy. Next time he sees Infinite— which would probably be in a few minutes, maybe even a few hours depending on how long the jackal wants him to sit with the fake corpse of his little brother— he should congratulate him for upgrading that stupid ruby of his considering how horrifyingly realistic this round was.

He should also punch Infinite in the face, and finally wipe that stupid grin off of Eggman’s too while he’s at it, for giving him false hope for so long. Making him think that the war was over, that everything was okay again and his friends were alive and safe. That his brother was alive and safe. They let him get comfortable, let him learn to trust that everything was real, gave him his life and freedom back, then pulled the rug out from beneath him and made him look like an idiot.

Though, maybe he already was an idiot for daring to believe in his future in the first place.

He stood up straighter as the adrenaline slowly trickled out of him with a sharp huff. Soon he’d be sitting back in that cramped cell as the doctor and his newest lackey towered over him, laughing at his despair. He’d be starved and tortured for both their own enjoyment and to further the progression of the Eggman Empire. He’d spend his days wondering if his friends were okay. If they were alive and kicking, or if they’d been killed. Just more casualties in a war that was sure to have thousands of them.

A small cough dragged his attention to the illusion on the floor. It was still “alive”, still looking up at him with blue eyes that looked far too real. Blood pooled around him that flowed out of the gash in his chest and arm, and it was in looking closer at that wound that made dread begin to seep in.

Normally whenever Sonic injured an illusion, they didn’t bleed. Not without a flood of red pixels accompanying it, at least. The illusions of his friends didn’t have any blood, it was a cosmetic choice from Infinite to mess with the hedgehog. To stain his gloves red with the remains of those he was closest to only for it to wash away with the rest of whatever scene had just played out.

There were no red pixels in this blood, and the red substance itself looked…real. Way too real. His eyes widened as he looked at his little brother in horror.

No.

“Big bro…?” A weak voice calls out, followed by another cough.

No, no, no, no—

“Tails…?” Sonic answered him, heart stopping in his chest when the kit’s eyes closed and his head goes limp.

“Tails,” He repeated, a lump closing off his throat as a brand new panic coursed through him. Sonic placed himself in front of Tails in a flash, eyes tearing up as he struggled to even see straight, blood soaking into his socks and staining both them and the fur on his knees crimson, “B-bud? Tails? H-hey, look at me keed. I’m- I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to…didn’t

mean…”

His brain felt like it was moving at a million miles per hour and shutting down at the same time. It felt heavy, his whole body felt heavy. It felt heavy and empty and as cold as the paw he held in his own. But it wasn’t cold because it wasn’t real, not this time.

Sonic’s breath hitched painfully and tears welled up in his eyes as the reality of the situation finally barreled into him hard enough to rival one of the kit’s hugs.

Hugs he would never experience again. Because Tails was gone.

He was dead.

…Sonic had killed him.

His baby brother was gone because of him, “Lit-little b-buddy?” Sonic mumbling, choking on all the emotions swelling within him. The utter despair, the rage, the desperation for this to be a stupid illusion— for once, he wanted his reality to be fake, to be a cruel joke crafted by someone who had nothing better to do than torture him— all of it strangled him as tears began to pour down his cheeks.

He hugged the small fox, pulling his limp body as close as he possibly could, mumbling incoherently, “I’m sorry…Tails— I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…I didn’t— I didn’t mean to…”

A pathetic whimper escaped him as he buried his face in the crook of Tails’s neck, his quills stiffening at the unnatural weight that rested on his own shoulder. He clutched at his soft, yellow fur as he kept him close, kept him from leaving if only for a few moments. As if keeping him in his arms would do anything to fix this.

Nothing would fix this.

A scream of pure anguish ripped out of his throat, tearing at his vocal cords as it clawed its way from deep within him as a fresh wave of tears spilled over. Six long months of suffering all released in one single moment. He bundled the fox kit up in his lap, littering his forehead with light kisses as he slowly rocked him back and forth like he would during a thunderstorm or nightmare.

Because that’s all this was, right? It was just one huge nightmare. He was going to wake up soon and when he did, he’d rush to Tails’s room and crush him in a hug. He was going to apologize for something the kit knew nothing about. He was going to spend time with him and make sure not to take him for granted ever again and work on bettering himself so this stupid, stupid mistake never comes to pass.

(Though, could it even be considered a mistake? He had struck on purpose, after all.)

It had to be a nightmare, because somewhere deep in his mind that was slowly numbing, he could hear Eggman and Infinite towering over him, laughing at his misery.

[writeouswriter]

Another weird thing about all these terrible changes tumblr is making to supposedly “make it easier” (more profitable) or “more appealing to” new users from other platforms like tiktok or twitter or reddit or whatever is... before they made said abominable changes, most new users I personally saw were actually excited about how different tumblr was? Especially for customization/personalization options for your blog and community collaboration options, which tumblr seems so hellbent on suddenly destroying?? Like this isn’t making anything more profitable, it’s driving away already existing users AND sending up a warning signal to users already fleeing a sinking ship that this ship is sinking too because they decided to replace all their working parts with the damaged parts of the other ship and I’m getting scared.

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

we're all in a toxic relationship with this hellsite.

@wispedvellichor

[multiversemittens]

Post more Big D ass pics to keep ads off Tumblr.