#this hellsite continues to make no sense

[mieczyhale]

'hamasnik / pro-pal / antizionist side of tumblr stop using words incorrectly and start forming actual thoughts' challenge failed for the... well i'd tell you how many days it's been but i lost track when we passed a year

[the-curators-bullshit]

hmmm thats a good point and im so tempted and im feeling messy

so, what happened between you and the other hellsite person?

stuff, but billie eilish has that one song about not talking shit on the internet. and I wanna be cool like that

[hellsite-detective]

the fan spun slowly and lazily above my head. the sound of rain pounding on the window just beyond the blinds, while normally soothing, now only added to the sense of isolation. on my desk, strewn across it and the rest of the room, were cases. unopened, forgotten. a glass of liquor sat half filled on the only clear space on that desk, the rest having gone down my gullet and straight to my head. projects unfinished, my novel barely touched, life preventing me from continuing���

i considered, for a moment, locking the doors of the office for good. shutting it down and leaving this all to the rats. setting fire to the remains and walking off into the fog one last time. but then i thought about the cases. those people who needed my help, lost without their posts. it made me feel wrong for abandoning them in their time of need, like i was no better than the crooks who hid their posts away in the dark recesses of the city.

so the thought of what to do lingered in my mind, what to do, how to move forward. those cases sat on my desk untouched, my coat and hat unworn, and my whiskey cabinet nearly empty. the faces, the names of all those people i helped and all those i had yet to help. the service i provide is a necessary one, fight back against the evil of this city’s algorithm.

then i thought of my schedule crossed my mind. the old schedule of three cases per day was efficient, but unsustainable. but perhaps if i solved one post per day, this would be significantly easier to ensure the schedule can be maintained. a singular burst of motivation on one day per week would cover me indefinitely…

i stood from my desk, grabbed my keys, coat, and hat, and approached the door. was i really about to do this? was i about to make this call and reopen my office and offer my services to the world? my heart pounded as i slid my key into the lock. there was a hell of a lot of work to do, but dammit if it wasn’t worth it. to have purpose again, that’s what really mattered here. i turned the key, opened the door, and stepped outside onto the street.

the rain fell slower now, as if the heavens themselves could feel my spirits lift. the air was cool and brisk. fall was coming on fast. the paperboy came along to drop off the news when i called out to him…

“ay, boy! spread the word!” i said to him. “the Hellsite Detectice is back on duty…”

[psychedelic-ink]

ㅤㅤㅤ✦ 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑

ㅤㅤjavi gutierrez x f!reader x dieter bravo

genre: smut, minors dni, romance

word count: 0.7k

summary: javi and dieter spoil you with everything they have.

warnings: established relationship, threesome, poly relationship, nipple play, vaginal fingering, oral (reader receiving)

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE @pedrorascal!!!! I know you're probably sleeping right now (damn you timezones)but hopefully this will be a lovely morning surprise! I'm so happy that I've met you through this hellsite---everything you create is art and you bring so much joy to this fandom. You're one of a kind and I just adore and love you so so much 💗💗💗💗

It’s still hard to believe it sometimes— The two men that spontaneously came into your life, the way they made you feel that you belonged in a chaotic, dark world. First came Javi, then came Dieter. Two loveable idiots, and you, the biggest idiot in love. 

Looking down, your heart swells, and your pussy throbs. It’s a sight to behold. Both of their mouths latched on to each hardened nipple, sucking with earnest while you sit on the bed, your back pressed again the bedpost. Their eyes are closed, lashes fanning their cheeks. You slightly shift, your arousal getting the better of you as you search for any kind of friction. 

“Don’t be impatient,” Dieter murmurs with his mouth full. “Let us make you feel good. It’s been a while.” 

A shiver runs through your body at his words, memories of the last time the three of you were together flooding your mind. It had been pure bliss, the way their bodies moved against yours, the way their lips and hands explored every inch of you. And now, as they continue to suck and nibble on your nipples, it feels like coming home. 

Javi moves his mouth to your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses and love bites along your skin. Dieter's hands move down to your thighs, spreading them wider as he dips his fingers between your legs. Your breath hitches as they both apply their attention to different parts of your body, driving you closer and closer to the edge. 

Their touch is familiar yet electric, and you can't help but moan when Dieter's fingers slip inside of you, finding your sweet spot and rubbing it with just the right amount of pressure. Javi moves his mouth down to your stomach, kissing and licking his way toward your core as Dieter starts to thrust two thick fingers in and out.

Your body is on fire as they continue to devour you, your senses heightened and your mind consumed with pure pleasure. You arch your back, pushing your breasts closer to Dieter’s eager mouth, encouraging them to take more of you in. Dieter's fingers continue to move inside of you, hitting all the right spots as he curls them and adds in a second and then a third. The sensation is overwhelming, and you can feel your muscles clenching and your release approaching. 

Javi's hot breath fans against your core as he blows on your heated skin before finally attaching his lips to your clit. You throw your head back, letting out a long moan as his expert tongue works its magic, swirling and flicking at just the right pace. Your body is trembling now, the sensations too much to handle as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. 

Your eyes drop to where Javi crowns between your legs, his mouth briefly pulling back as Dieter stuffs his fingers between the other man’s lips. He sucks on them, loudly moaning while Dieter shallowly thrusts them in and out. 

“Good boy,” he raps, pulling them out and sliding them into you once more. “Now make out pretty girl come with those full lips of yours.” 

You can hear Javi and Dieter's moans mixing with yours, their own arousal evident. You feel them move closer to you, their bodies pressing against yours as they continue to suck, lick, and stroke you into oblivion. Your body is on the verge of ecstasy, and you know that you're only a few seconds away from losing yourself completely. 

And then it happens, the pleasure overtakes you, and you're screaming their names as you come undone in their arms. Javi and Dieter both hold you close, their touches still gentle as you ride out your orgasm. Their kisses now sweet and tender instead of passionate and relentless. 

“That’s it,” Dieter whispers. “That’s our girl.” 

Javi blinks up at you, his eyes dazed and lips slick, “That was amazing, mi amor. Want you to make a mess again, want to taste it on my tongue until the day I die.” 

“What about you guys?” 

Dieter chuckles, breath fanning your neck, “Don’t worry, I already have plans of fucking that dork over there until he faints as you watch.” 

“Good,” you say with a wide grin. “I can’t wait to see it.” 

As your breathing returns to normal, you find yourself sandwiched between them, their arms wrapped around you in a protective embrace. You feel so loved, so cherished in this moment, and you know that with them by your side, anything is possible. Your heart is full, and you know that you belong with these two loveable idiots, who have captured your heart and your body with their undeniable charm and affection.

[rubyroboticalt]

Minecrafters grab your pickaxes, and catch up on the QBLR QUARTERLY!

what's up guys, you just found the internet's first hellsite smp! what's qblr you ask? well, you see, the explanation is perfectly simple and scientific: my brother you are on qblr. this is the qsmp fan tumblr. some of us made a server. and now, let me learn you a thing about all the events and mishaps that happened on the server this week!

the server opened with players and creatures running around the world trying to survive the first nights on a modded world, to varying degrees of success

as days pass, residents begin to encounter monsters tough enough to warrant better lodging and armor. with these reinforced shelters and better gear, the residents begin to form friendships!

the friends share food, homes, and gear. sounds like communism. are they communist or something? actually, that makes perfect sense what with the minecraft and all.

residents sort themselves into groups mostly by timezone and playstyle. being a server inspired by the qsmp, timezones mean that groups speaking different languages stick together and build together.

the french build a stone circle, form a traveling band, and create an inn providing basic necessities like food and beds.

others make their own homes, and an axolotl pond pops up!

the hispanic folk also have a lovely start, with cozy furnishings and no other reports from this side of the server.

and now, a reading from r/EnglishLivingSpaces. white jacaranda walls. plain spruce floor. circular room, with a 1-wide 2-tall window for each 5-wide edge wall of the circle, two windows total. green bed under the window, facing a log pillar in the center of the room. two stacks of loose papers on the right side of the room. a sign reading "r/malelivingspaces" placed next to the bed. this has been a reading of r/EnglishLivingSpaces.

the server celebrated 4/13 by having a fruity rumpus cult party. festivities included drugs and alcohol introduced by some of the mods installed on the server.

and now, the gubby.

bad boy hooters opened to celebrate all the big booby badboys out there in the wild. i always do appreciate a good use of the expression hooters. and as a safe house from the nightmare stalkers that seem to be thriving on the fear and pain they cause, it gets many a visit.

residents continue to build and decorate, with fun and games in between.

folks play for reasonable amounts of time, with two days played in 5 days of server uptime by one ambitious player.

finally, everyone is building interiors to their houses now, with the dining room being a popular place to take photos.

some late bloomers also complete the exteriors of their -- that's not a house, thats a taqueria.

and the first week on the server closes with absolutely nothing ominous happening.

[ethrixthesynth]

You know, I was thinking about how the hell to continue this silly little in-character blog for a while, perhaps mentioning the sense of safety I once felt as a transfem on this site, seeing others like me. But, clearly, my scawy transfem kind is not welcome here. Fuck this, fuck this hellsite, fuck you @photomatt,

You poked the hive, and we're gonna sting.

https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fo/pyh4ca4v4mc0ggrklgd0i/h?rlkey=2se1p4911irku3mw42sp8htrz&e=1&dl=0

I am but one of many. Share the file, save the file, dont let him off the hook, immortalize what has happened here.

May you unwittingly skedaddle towards a large pitfall, remain suspended in the air for three seconds before scratching your head and looking down, and then proceed to make Matt-shaped hole in the earth below.

Boo Womp.

[goldenwing57]

Can I just say something? During the #12DaysofTDP, one of the prompts was Favorite Fandom Moment. I posted for that, but I think I just found another.

That moment is right now. Many of us are pretty miffed about how s7 went, myself included. I'm seeing a lot of that in my little corner of the fandom. However, I'm also seeing that we're stepping back and feeling our feelings while still finding things to love. We're seeing each other's takes on things, and maybe they change our perspectives, or maybe not, and we haven't given up. I kind of feel like we're all Rayla bringing the egg back to the center of the storm. I feel like we may also be seeing our grievances as room for improvement rather than something irreparable.

You know, I didn't get around to posting my Day 1 post for #12DaysofTDP, the prompt for which was "what it means to me," but I think that this is it. I've been a part of several fandoms. Avatar is what brought me here. I've been a Whovian and a Sonic fan. I remember when we fans of a certain figure skating anime, a little 12-episode series, actually managed to crash this hellsite! Now, it's TDP. The thing that these fandoms have in common is the sense of community. We have our own little circles, our escapes from reality to yap about our current obsession, and they all connect in some way or another to form one big one! It makes me so happy to be a part of a fandom that loves a series and its characters and world so much that we're rallying together to plead for a chance for it to continue!

Please, @netflix , please allow us to continue to have this story and community that we all love! Please allow the creators to see it through to completion!

[tightjeansjavi]

Reflections for 2024

So, this year…it’s been a lot, yeah?

I feel like I have been on this constant ebb and flow of emotions all year. I have spent more times crying and struggling with my sense of self and purpose, than the time I have spent living.

This isn’t to say that there haven’t been good moments, because there have been, I just feel incredibly lost in life.

I have this melancholy feeling when it comes to my space here, within not just one community, but multiple. This is no one’s fault, as we’re all constantly changing—for the better, or for the worst. That is just what happens in life. I have gone from primarily writing Joel x reader and mostly smut, to stepping away from reader all together and writing original character inserts instead.

I don’t regret making this change because there were moments where I was forgetting who I was writing for: myself. I believe I am not alone in this feeling because we, as humans, seek validation whether we are open to admitting it or not. (There is nothing wrong with wanting to feel validated and appreciated)

But I personally struggled with accepting the fact that I did seek that validation through my writing. Numbers don’t matter—but who are we really fooling? When a fic of mine did well, man, I felt like I was invincible. And I think that feeling consumed me, truly. (Inflated ego. I won’t deny it)

and then there was the guilt—the guilt of not posting as much, not interacting on the same level as I once was. I felt guilty if I let something sit in my inbox for too long or if I didn’t answer a comment right away (if at all) and guilt harbors feelings of negativity. This is when I found myself beginning to stray from writing and being in this community all together. (There’s more, but I’m not going to rehash every detail) and I contemplated deactivating all together, but I could never push that button, which, maybe makes me a coward because in the grand scheme of things, this is just an app. It’s a silly little hellsite, but it’s more than that. It means something to me. And the thought of losing that part of myself made me feel sick.

I did realize that I needed to make a change, and so I took some time away from this space, came back, left again and I didn’t feel an ounce of guilt. I stopped checking to see if mutuals were in fact still my mutuals. I stopped worrying if people liked me, I stopped thinking about the things I have no control of, and once I made that change, I started to feel a lot better.

And now, well, I feel indifferent, but also at peace? I don’t know how to conceptualize my feelings into one sentence, but what I can say is that I feel a lot better than I did around this time last year.

I cannot promise that I will ever revisit x reader, but I don’t see myself giving up on writing. I’m still working on my Marcus Acacius fic which I actually intend to hopefully turn into a book (fingers crossed) it’s truly challenged me as a writer, and has forced me to stick with something for a period of time and not just recklessly abandon like my graveyard of WIPS 🪦

Anyway, I have so much love for you all, truly. Thank you for reading my stories, and listening to me yap, and have my moments, and continue to love me, because maybe you see apart of yourselves in me, and my characters. Or you just relate to my human experience. Whatever the reason may be, I’m forever grateful.

I wish you all warm holiday season, and a happy new year.

-Gi

[ariadne-mouse]

I really appreciate what tumblr is trying to do with Communities but truly the way they roll out most new features is SO clunky and hostile (in a user acceptance sense). Like the Communities option has been in the sidebar menu for ages but still only has "create new" as an option so you can't browse from there, but you also can't move or hide it if you're not in any communities. It's in the very space-limited menu on mobile too, but same issue - it's not a hub, it's a place where communities that you make or join will be listed, and therefore useless and frustrating if you don't have any. Search function for communities is improving but there is still no place to actually browse, it's just hit or miss searching for things you might be interested in. And now there is the "Suggested Communities" block in the drop down of the search bar on desktop, which also cannot be changed (either to hide or an "I'm not interested" feature) pushing the followed tags which I actually use further down the menu. Look tumblr I know I have "mouse" in my user handle but I do not actually want to join a community just because it has "mouse" in the header name, and there is no way for me to get this out of my suggested communities, and so I just slowly, incrementally resent the feature as it continues to minutely clog up useful functions without providing benefit or a meaningful entry point. I love this hellsite (affectionate) but sometimes it can be very hellsite (derogatory).

[chaotic-archaeologist]

Hi! I'm currently doing my MA in archaeology (European Prehistory specialization) and I love it. I always thought I'd get my Masters and dip, but lately I've been seriously contemplating getting a PhD. I love learning and studying my topic and I'm having so much fun at my uni and suddenly starting my working career at 22 doesn't sound very appealing anymore. However, the idea of applying to a PhD program is very overwhelming (luckily where I want to apply has a pretty cohesive sign up step by step), still the idea of funding (especially) and having to write a proposal and possibly getting rejected from the place I've spend the last three and half years walking around is very overwhelming. How can I have that be not so overwhelming to the point of giving up bc if sounds like too much? Do I need to worry about funding that much? Is it expensive?

(I tried to find your advice masterpost before sending this ask to check if you'd already talked abt it, but I couldn't find a working link, sorry)

Thanks in advance :D

Hi dirtling,

First, here's a link to my advice master list—sorry that wasn't working for you. Our blue hellsite is fickle like that.

From what you say, it sounds like you have a great attitude for starting the journey to a PhD. Ultimately, the love of learning and a dedication to the field are the most important parts. The application and the proposal and the funding are daunting for everyone, but they are doable. I find that breaking things down into bite sized pieces and establishing your sense of self worth outside of academia are critical.

Now I feel the need to point out that my experience and advice come from a uniquely American viewpoint, and may not be applicable to European schools at all. Europeans please feel free to chime in with your own advice!

The very first thing you should do is talk to your advisor. Please send them an email right now if you have not already done so! Your (potential) advisor is going to be your champion in any sort of application process going forward. If you want to continue at the same university you're already at, your advisor is the single best person to help walk you through that process. Even if you wind up going somewhere else, you're going to need to make inroads with another advisor at a new program.

Finally: grad school is expensive (at least in the United Stated). However, many programs will have tuition waivers and assistantships that they offer their grad students because if everybody had to pay for it, nobody except the very rich would be able to afford to go to grad school. Exactly how affordable it is depends on the cost of living in your area and how much the school pays you (and whether you're able to work outside to supplement that income if need be).

Honestly, I think you've already done the hard part by getting into (and nearly completing) a Master's program. That's a great step towards proving to PhD programs that you have what it takes, and it should give you a decent idea about finances. What are yours like right now? How about your peers? I would imagine there isn't going to be a vast amount of difference from a MA to a PhD, and in the US a PhD is sometimes cheaper because they're funded while MAs often are not.

There will be differences from a MA to a PhD. Doctoral students are going to be expected to take on larger magnitudes of their own research and function more independently, but a good advisor and program should help you through that process. Again, the key is to take things piece by piece. Start with talking to your advisor and maybe the graduate program director. Take a look at that step by step guide with them and break it into separate tasks you need to do.

Don't psych yourself out about this too much. One thing at a time.

-Reid

[enoughslices]

Hey so I read your post about Mulder respecting Scully saying they can never be together and you totally cracked my brain open?? When people say that, they might just mean it in the moment but not forever... and they don't clarify this if they change their mind?? I'm rethinking so many things right now lol

Obviously I know each person is different but it was never phrased this way to me and now I'm just sitting here with galaxy brain

This is something I have come up against the hard way in my real life, where all through my childhood and adolescence people continually told me I was, "taking things too literally," and I was like, "... ... ... How else am I supposed to take them?? Should I not take you at your word?" I had a number of situations (like in relationships or friendships) where someone would declare something and I would just accept it and never revisit it, and then later find they were frustrated with me for assuming a statement they'd made two years ago was still true since they had not modified it. I used to do performance-related work and my one colleague who really got me (we love a work wife) would have to explain to directors that if I was told to do something a certain way I would just keep doing it that way and not try anything new until they revised their instruction. I was baffled to learn that the expectation in rehearsals was that I keep trying new things even when I had been explicitly told to do it one way. Or, worse, intuit when they wanted me to keep trying new things in the face of the instruction and when they didn't. It stressed me out so much. I always felt a little betrayed when someone said one thing very emphatically and firmly ("We can't ever get back together," or "I'm never going to do that again.") and then did indeed do or want to do the thing again days or weeks or months or years later (especially without clarifying or explaining). I've had to work really hard on finding respectful ways to not make assumptions even when I feel like something has been communicated clearly to me and get in the habit of raising things periodically from a place of open curiosity to see if people are still in the same place, because not everyone is as precise or literal when they're speaking about things, especially if they're coming from a place of emotion in the moment. I don't know for sure that I'm autistic, but I do know that I'm neurodivergent. I have cPTSD and was also late-diagnosed with ADHD at 36 and have MCAS, which also can impact how your brain works, so diagnosis is a little complicated. I suspect that I'm AuDHD (autistic and ADHD) and I have an evaluation scheduled for this year. Seeing and hearing about people's neurodivergent experiences on TikTok and other corners of the internet has helped me recontextualize a lot of parts of my experience and has illuminated corners I had not even realized were dark. It's made so many things fall into place that have made me go, "Oh. Wait. Fuck! Really??" But also there's a certain relief in having things make sense that never did before, even though it's been absolutely wild to identify my (many, many 😅) blind spots. In conclusion: Me 🤝 Mulder in this headcanon lol I'm sorry to crack your brain open and I hope the light flooding in is not too overwhelming!! Being a person is a trip sometimes! Feel free to DM me if you want to spiral about this together! PS: Obligatory disclaimer that people have a wide variety of different experiences and feeling this way or relating to this is not necessarily an indicator of autism, which I don't even know for sure that I have! I am just over here projecting onto my blorbos on the hellsite, as glob intended 😂😂

[schumigrace]

Happy birthday Gracie!!! every year you make all of your lives brighter with your constant presence on this hellhole site. between your daily work breakdowns, dog updates, need to turn various drivers into filling for crepes and a general sense of love and whimsy for the spaces you occupy I think our dashes would self destruct if you ever left us. this now sounds like a birthday wish you leave your colleague but I love you and hope this year loves you too 🩷🩷🩷

Cofi you're making me cry😭 thank you so much, i love you so much and i hope i can continue to bring the joy that you bring to me every day💖

I dont know what I'd do without this space and I thank my lucky stars each day for each and every person on this hellsite. I'm so grateful for you and the love for life you show every day. I shall continue to try to make as many drivers edible as i possibly can for many years to come💖

[kevin--of-desert-bluffs]

Okaaay so I just learned that Tumblr just does not show your post in the tags if that tag is after a certain number of tags. So my attempts at listing everyone who appears or is mentioned per episode of WTNV are not going to get found in the searched tagged itself. However, I will continue with my tagging format because even if you can't see it searching for that particular character you can see it on my blog and may discover it through the more generic fandom tags that are hopefully being picked up at the start.

I've been on this hellsite forever how did I not know this.

On the plus or terrible side, it does apparently show posts in the tags if certain words appear in the body of the post sometimes?

Every day I learn that I do not know how Tumblr functions and what I learn about it's fuctions makes no sense at all.

[hellsite-detective]

I knew this was going to be my hardest job yet. Slowly I approach the figure behind the desk.

“I hear you’re the Hellsite Detective,” I told them. “I’ve got a message for you. I got pointed your way by a couple people you helped. They want you to know not to work too hard and burn yourself out. A job’s a job, and a calling is a calling, but none of the cases can get solved if you’ve worked yourself into an early grave. Take care of your clients, but take care of yourself too, or someone’s gonna take care of you permanently.”

Message delivered, I turned and walked out.

(You’re really cool and very helpful. Please don’t work yourself to burnout; take a break if you need to. We’ll be here when you get back.)

aawww thank you so much!

i absolutely know i can TECHNICALLY take a break, and that maybe i should (ive considered it), but i would feel really bad about leaving now. i provide a valuable service to this site (or so i’ve been told oops) and i would feel bad if i wasn’t here to continue to provide it!

it brings me a sense of purpose to know that i’m good at this one thing, and if i give that up, i may lose that purpose? i feel a lot better than i did earlier (thank you manga!) but still it can get to me. i know i keep up the whole hard-boiled detective “this life chose me…” persona, but irl i’m definitely much more sensitive than that haha

i’m still working on myself, but i’ll definitely remember to take care of myself first! my needs are important and i’m deserving of happiness. so i’ll make sure to put my own health first, thank you!

this detective isn’t gettin’ iced yet…

[imagine-eragons]

I come back to this hellsite once in a while. Surprisingly.

This is just some mad rambling into the ever-present void with ten million eyes, ears and mouths to consume meaningless words. So if you're reading, just keep scrolling. This isn't going to make sense. I'll probably delete this later anyway. Or never, knowing my terrible adhd memory. Oh well.

But the fact of the matter is that I've never wanted to completely delete everything from this phone more than this year. To erase myself and all traces of me from what I could of the internet, fully knowing nothing ever gets completely erased.

And its funny. Because I did step back from a lot and continue to keep my distance even now. But I never imagined how lonely I would feel.

I ended up missing people. A lot of people. I miss what once was.

And it feels like heartbreak. Because I know it can never be what once was again. And I know its all because of me. Because I wanted to step back. And now, I find myself struggling to chat online. Some kind of apprehension to say anything at all to even start talking again. Would they even want to talk?

I dont know.

But then again, you know what they say right? Dont trust what your head says about you after 3 am. And it's already passed.

[copaceticjillybean]

TW: long and loud ooc vent/rant under the cut.

Ooc: OKAY, THAT IS IT!

I am not on a hiatus, I am on a BREAK. The difference? A break is a lot less scary or prolonged than a hiatus. It was gonna be a long hiatus, but I have changed my mind on that.

As for why I changed my mind? Well, I drank a big glass of Screwitol and have decided that I will NOT let something that’s supposed to be a hobby I do for FUN cause me emotional and mental distress-and neither should any of you, my lovely writing peeps!

If you need to hard block someone-DO IT! Don’t let yourself be terrified that it’ll hurt someone’s feelings. Life is too short, and unless that person is someone you genuinely value to the point of having a legit friendship with them (as in more than just writing together) then STOP LETTING YOUR INNER PEOPLE-PLEASER MAKE YOU MISERABLE! I’m sure gonna start blocking more easily and without fear going forward.

If you need to filter content-DO IT! Why come onto a site just to see stuff that sends you into a triggered mess? This is supposed to be FREAKIN’ FUN!

And if someone you know/follow is interacting with someone who makes you uncomfortable, you have only 3 choices-ignore it, mention it to them and leave it in their hands, or block them. (Note: the 2nd option should only be done if the person in question is committing ACTUAL HARM against ACTUAL PEOPLE. You not liking their content isn’t enough to try and make your writing peeps aware-they likely know that stuff already and are able to handle it according.)

And if you do option 2 and they want to continue interacting with them? Then you can either do options 1 or 3 next. And don’t let anyone make you feel like you can’t make EITHER CHOICE. We are adults who are trying to write with other adults-the middle school bull crap needs to stop. If you decide you don’t want to play with someone anymore, YOU DO NOT HAVE TO!

Tumblr has a very dangerous precedent of people either whining about ‘there’s no such thing as over-communication’ (which, as someone who suffers from confession-style OCD, yes there absolutely is!) or getting waaaaaay too attached to people in downright parasocial ways. I don’t think I really understood that until recently, but it’s unfortunately really true.

It…it’s just exhausting, seeing that kind of BS all the time. And it genuinely DID make me consider leaving, to try and hide on discord only, where common sense seems a bit more prevalent.

…but I won’t. For 2 main reasons.

I won’t because, for as actual unhinged as this hellsite is, there are people here who I’ve come to enjoy writing and interacting with so very, very much. People who are talented and kind, and who I’m so excited to see pop up on dash. They have listened to me when I was hurting, and helped make me a better writer and a better person.

And I won’t because I am spiteful. I WILL continue writing on here IN SPITE of the creeps who continue to circulate the site. I WILL continue writing on here IN SPITE of the way we’ve been conditioned to not speak Ooc in a way that’ll ’rock the boat’. And I WILL continue to write on here IN SPITE of how scary it can be. Because I will be the one who makes the choice to leave this site entirely-my anxiety and the fact predators and abusers exist will NOT run me off.

For any who read all that: thank you.

For my lovely mutuals, thank you for being so freakin’ awesome.

For my irl bestie: I love you to the moon and back, and you are literally one of the most important people in my life and the best writer I know.

And for those of you on here who helped talk me through the anxiety that put a major dent in my Christmas Eve and Christmas Day this year: Yoy majorly helped talk me down from an anxiety spiral that shook me hard. I am forever grateful for that.

And now, with all that said-I’m going on a little break. But I will be back. And until I am-stay safe, stay kind, and ttfn, ta ta for now!

-Mun TNTPig :@3