#mass tumblr exodus

[vaethryn]

sick to bastard death of having to deal with a platform shift every 4-5 years i hope muskrat explodes

[deepsixsquid]

Ya know, in the absolute burning dumpster fire goin on in other corners caused by a certain rich idiot, I had almost forgotten about this place

[hotsuinyamato]

everyone on twitter wigging out about the updated policies like im sorry but as soon as twitto incorporated their gronk shit we knew this was coming. bsky isnt fixing or replacing anything and will just wind up accumulating the exact same cesspit community. people keep threatening to leave and then don't like i get it socmed is dire but we've had options and people don't want to commit. twitter wants to be the next google, please stop giving it what it wants

[gentil-minou]

sharing my wangxian phlebotomist!wwx/blood donor!lwj au from twitter here (a summary here if you wanna see)

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The hardest part of the adoption process was supposed to be endless paperwork and screenings and the anxiety of not being good enough to meet high standards of the court.

It wasn't supposed to be A-Yuan's first doctors appointment.

His pitiful screams fill the small doctor's office. He's clinging to Lan Wangji's shoulders like there a lifeline, hiding and all LWJ wants to do is bundle up his son and carry him back to safety.

But these are mandatory vaccines he needs in order to attend pre-k. So he cant.

Nurse: Shots are never fun at this age, huh He would beg to differ; they're never fun at any age But see lwj isnt afraid of the shots themselves. Hes terrified of the sight of blood. His BFF loves horror movies & he watches them with her bravely by staring at the corner of the tv

When lwj gets his blood drawn, he looks closes his eyes and imagines being in a cold pond somewhere. But he's never been afraid of just the shot before.

He's helpless in the face of his son's distress. The nurse sighs, saying theyll have to try again another day.

A-Yuan sniffles into his baba's shirt, exhausted from the crying fit. His eyes are still watery and he looks around the room with such fear in his eyes, before withdrawing back into the safety of his baba's chest.

Lan Wangji has no idea what to do, only cradles him closer

Thankfully, LWJ has someone who can help. His best friend, Jiang Yanli is a child therapist and has been helping him prepare his home for A-Yuan.

If anyone knows what to do, it's Yanli-jie

JYL: Zhanzhan, have you tried showing him its not scary?

LWJ has not, bc he's terrified

JYL is the only one allowed to call him Zhanzhan. In Uni she was the one who mentored him his first week of school. Someone slipped him alcohol and he got deliriously drunk.

Yanli-jie was the one who found him and took him home. This is what they told the cohort but actually…

JYL: seeing his Baba get a shot and be okay might motivate him to be more brave

LWJ certainly doesn't feel brave. He's thinking of the blood flowing from his veins and then LEAVING them to go who knows where. It sounds barbaric

He has the distinct memory of learning what a period is in middle school and promptly passing out

He is not a fan of anything related to blood

But LWJ has learned that Yanli-jie knows what she's doing, so, despite the way he can swear he feels his blood pumping with fear, he agrees...but there's a problem.

LWJ: I am up to date on all my shots. How can I show him it is safe?

JYL: Hmm....I have an idea. My brother is a phlebotomist! He can help.

LWJ is confused. Last he heard, the younger Jiang is a prosecutor who makes a living viciously yelling in a courtroom.

JYL: Not him, Zhanzhan. My adoptive brother, A-Xian. I bet he would be happy to help you. He works at the blood bank at Yiling Clinic! The perfect exposure!

For who?, LWJ wonders. A blood bank sounds like a house of horrors to him. And a person who chooses to stick a needle in people and remove the very force that gives them life? He cannot imagine getting along with this person at all.

--

Yiling Clinic is a community clinic in a part of town Lan Wangji has never been to, especially since the Gusu Group has their own private hospital.

But this is where Yanli-jie's phlebotomist little brother works.

A-Yuan clings to the back of his legs as they approach the receptionist, a young man with amazing cat eye makeup named Mo Xuanyu

These two definitely do not fit the bill for their usual patients, with their designer clothing, so he asks with some skepticism: Um, can I help you?

LWJ has spent the last two hours siking himself up for the blood part, he isn't prepared at all for social interactions. He flounders like a fish.

LWJ: …I am…We are here for…

A shout comes from behind them: Ah! A-Yu, is that A-jie's friend? Zhanzhan?

LWJ flinches until he sees a man sprinting towards them. The 1st thing he notices is this man is wearing lilac scrubs with little white rabbits on them.

The 2nd thing he notices is this man has the most enchanting smile he's ever seen. Already, LWJ feels more relaxed.

The man winks at him: You like the scrubs? A-jie said A-Yuan liked bunnies, I figured this would help keep him calm.

LWJ does not blurt I like bunnies too. But only just.

Beside the man is a pediatric nurse named Wen Ning, no relation, who says he's here to help with A-Yuan

Yanli-jie's little brother, the phlebotomist, introduces himself: Ah! Sorry, Lan Zhan. Jiejie always calls you that so it just stuck. I'm Wei Wuxian. You can call me Wei Ying if you wanna make it even.

Strangely, LWJ feels no need to correct him: Lan Zhan is fine, Wei Ying.

WWX smiles so brightly, LWJ feels dizzy with it.

WWX: Now where's the little bunny himself?

A-Yuan has been clinging behind LWJ's pant leg, tilting around just enough to peek with one eye at this strange gege.

WWX: Maybe not a rabbit then, a radish who likes to hide away!

A-Yuan becomes offended: I don't like radishes!

WWX laughs: Me neither! But Qing-jie says they help us grow big and strong, so they can't be all that bad huh?

WWX is crouched in front of A-Yuan, draping both arms across his knees and resting his chin in one hand. He waits.

LWJ admires his patience. The longer WWX waits, crouched and rocking back and forth in front of A-Yuan, smile gently and welcoming, the more A-Yuan's natural curiosity gets the better of him.

Eventually, his son comes out from behind his leg to touch a black bunny on his sleeve

A-Yuan: I like this one. We only have a white bunny at home.

WWX: I like the black bunny too! What's your bunny's name?

A-Yuan: Banana, bc she tries to eat Baba's banana every morning, and you are what you eat.

He recites this with all the solemnity a 4 yo could possess

WWX's laughter echoes through the lobby: Well! You're very right, A-Yuan. Maybe you aren't a radish after all then. Tell me, what do little boys eat?

A-Yuan: I'm not little! I'm 4 and a half!

WWX: Right, right, I sincerely apologize for my mistake. What do big boys eat then?

A-Yuan purses his lips and taps his chin, pondering his question carefully: Hmm… jelly beans?

WWX looks like he wants to laugh more, but instead says: I see, I see. Thank you for your wisdom A-Yuan.

He looks up at LWJ, dark eyes dancing. LWJ's heart rabbits against his chest

WWX: If your baba is ready, we can head down to my cave if you'd like. I have a lot of cool machines I'd love to show you.

A-Yuan's eyes widen into saucers as he gasps: A cave? Wowww

They grin conspiratorially at each other, before turning bright eyes up at LWJ

LWJ feels warm and much more relaxed inside, so he nods: Mn. We may go.

A-Yuan cheers and holds WWX's hand as the head downstairs.

LWJ trails behind making small talk with WN, watching WWX and A-Yuan swing their hands and skip ahead, feeling something warm blossom in his chest.

The hallway to Wei Wuxian's lab isn't anything like Lan Wangji expects.

The rooms at Gusu are all perfectly pristine and sterile, painted white to promote serenity, rest, and healing.

For one thing, he'd raided a Halloween store at some point and hung up all sorts of decorations, mostly vampire themed. There's one that's says "I vant to suck your blood!" except suck is crossed out and replaced with "donate". Wwx and A-yuan giggle together at wwx's fake accent

It's definitely not up to Gusu General's strict standards. For one thing, there're beanbag chairs in the hall outside. Wwx says it's to feel more comfy while others wait, as he's the only phlebotomist on staff and it can take a while. A-Yuan personally tests each one.

His lab is…adequate if far too small. There's a desk that's overrun with stacks of papers and textbooks and a shelf that's filled with even more. The actual space where blood is drawn is, thankfully, sterile and clean. Though he's decorated with demons demanding blood for food

There's a temp controlled room where the blood is stored, with a red door and the words "Blood Pool" written in menacing barely legible font

Despite the…interesting decor, the room is homely and, surprisingly, welcoming. A-Yuan at least is having a very fun time getting a tour

Wwx patiently answers all of A-Yuan’s questions, even the endless why's, with utmost sincerity, even when his answers are purely nonsense.

Lwj can't stop the fond smile from lifting the corner of his lips. A-Yuan had never warmed up to a medical professional so fast.

He's pulled from his musings when A-Yuan grabs his sleeve: Baba! Blood-gege says this machine makes blood spin around!

Wwx burst out laughing: Blood-gege? I love it!

Lwj is enchanted, head repeating those last 3 words again and again as wwx fondly ruffles A-Yuan's fluffy hair

Wwx: alright, now that you're familiar with my beauty Chenqing (referring to his bloody spinny machine lwj does not want to think about), shall we get down to business?

He says this with his bright dark eyes glittering at LWJ. Right. The blood donating part.

Lwj gulps, nodding. A prisoner walking up to the gallows.

TBC

(If you're interested, I'm probably going to continue at least up to the end of the first part before i just make it into one long fic! You can follow it on my twitter!)

[cantsomeoneelsedoit]

Overreading Undead Unluck Masterpost

This blog is for my re-read/read-along/overreading of Undead Unluck, which is a manga you should check out. I'll be pointing out various things I like and things that match up with my theory. Hope you enjoy reading my ramblings. I very well may be wrong about all of it.

THEORY OVERVIEW Post

Ch 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20

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[just-absolutely-super]

I would like bluesky to be successful and replace twitter, but part of me doubts it because twitter is still one of the most used social medias across the planet

If bluesky replaces it it’s going to take a while

[cinnamontoastensketches]

It's almost Volo time~ I'm so pumped~~~

[shadowbingus]

why does musk have to fuck over twitter (INTENTIONALLY THIS TIME) again im so fucking mad

[dejectedlozer524]

Tumblr staff try not to implement features that'll cause tumblr to haemorrhage users challenge (Impossible)

[astramachina]

The one change I would love for tumblr to implement is the ability to treat my sideblogs like independent blogs. i want to be able to follow people from them specifically.

[bunchacrunchcake]

Tumblrs analytics are shit and I love it.

Like yeah my post is getting reblogged. I have no idea how.

I went to see who reblogged it and their posts are cool so I followed them. But I have no idea how many followers I have so I can't target them to game the system.

I just make shit. Most of it gets 0 likes. And occasionally people really like it. I have no idea why.

As an artist this is my dream. I just want to make shit. I NEVER WANTED TO LEARN YOUR COMPLICATED INFLUENCER MARKETING SYSTEM.

And countless studies show that addictive notification systems and systems of likes are bad for you mental health.

Stay shitty Tumblr, it's the best thing about you @staff

Pic: Me in my content den

[clown-around-and-find-out]

fuck twitter fuck youtube fuck reddit fuck threads fuck tiktok fuck all of it. lets all use the spongebuddy mania forums

[thesunoficarus1]

I still think that this app is superior to both twitter and threads. threads is disorganized and boring and twitter is run by a billionaire crybaby.

at least here I can post some random analysis of a very specific scene from a very specific episode of a very specific show and people know what I'm talking about

[aiki-art]

all that aside. i genuinely dont know what tf im gonna do if tumblr explodes. (which honestly is only feeling sooner and sooner given the rapid deterioration of this site etc etc anyways).

like. im not moving to twitter i hated twitter Before it started imploding on itself i never want to get twitter. I have an instagram and regularly ignore it because i hate it. reddit is exploding. i would genuinely rather stop using the internet entirely than get a tiktok.

what the fuck else is left? facebook??? no lol. fucking pillowfort?????????? dont speak those words to me i was there when it was written. idk anything about mastodon except that its Twitter The Sequel and again i dont want a fuckin twitter. like what the hell is left. are we going back to deviantart. is it myspace time. how's livejournal doing these days /JOKE.

[oversizedclothesdemon]

Family members will b like "I support your trans id" and then share anti trans posts on election day like it's nothing

like I knew you didn't fully mean the whole support thing but what the actual fuck my guy

[mailperson]

my experience w tumblr is like the exact opposite of twitter where here the worse the site gets from a functionality perspective the more the most insufferable users leap to some other doomed platform