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byuntrash101 · 7 months ago

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still your biggest fan. – 송민기.

SYNOPSIS. your boyfriend is on the other side of the globe touring. somehow you fear the cheers of the fans will make him forget about you. so you decide to remind him you are still and will always be his biggest fan

or in which you find a novel way to use your lightstick and send the video to your beloved bf.

mingi x f!reader, smut, mdni

tags. etablished relationship, facetime sex, masturbation (f & m), BLACK UNDERCUT MINGI (!!!!!!!!), jealous + slightly possessive reader, but mingi reassures her (awwww), use of (unconventional) toys (wink wonk im insane pls stop me), pet names, multiple orgasms (f), praises, squirting. wc. 2k

a/n. this mingi has me feral and the concert videos got me in a chokehold. and it's only the first date i need help. also shout out to that one video of yungi saying they use the lightstick to "relax" at night. not proofread.

There was one thing that was absolutely certain about Mingi: that man loved attention. That man lived for the roars of the crowd. When he danced, he was electrified by the cheers of the fans. And you knew your boyfriend was made to be on stage. He enjoyed the attention of fans, hence the fact he was constantly body rolling, hip thrusting and tongue poking. He loved to see the thousands of people thirst for him, he loved looking at all the concert videos all over the internet. He laughed and giggled at the tiktok edits, at the twitter threads, at every comment more over the top than the next.

Usually you don’t mind, you even enjoy them too. You like seeing him happy and fulfilled in his job but today maybe you’re a little insecure. He just flew out to start the American leg of the tour and you’re left behind in this bed that seems so empty. You fear somehow the loud cheers will make him forget about you. You don’t want that. You want to remind him. You want to make sure that today when he goes to sleep the last thing he sees is you.

You looked at the time, your eyes darted to the digital clock on your night stand. At this time he was probably already at the hotel. It was pretty late for you but you wanted to send him a little treat, you knew how Mingi loved when you sent him videos of you playing with yourself and today you might add a little twist.

You didn’t have much time if you wanted him to see the video before he slept…

***

Mingi was spent, true. But he was still pumped full of adrenaline when he stepped out of the shower with the ends of his raven black hair wet, the longer strands of his undercut dripping down. He didn’t even bother stepping into his pajamas, the AC was off and this part of the world in July was pretty hot.

He tucked himself in bed, still wide awake. He looked at his phone, a text from you from several hours ago when you went to bed. You were probably sleeping right now. He debated responding, fearing he would wake you. But he pictures you pouting when you’d wake up in a few hours without a response from him and he couldn’t bear to make you feel that way so he typed a quick answer.

🎀 princess #2: hope the show goes well (ik it will because you gonna kill it cause you the best😌). i lob you. you know that right? dont forget about me ok? <33333333

👸princess minki (real): i could never baby i love you more. hope you have a great day and i miss you baby <3

then for a second the three little dots appeared and Mingi thought he hallucinated it. But then an other text appeared.

🎀 princess #2: i’ll always be your first and your biggest fan

Mingi didn't even have time to reply that he received a video file. He faintly gasped at the thumbnail. It was your legs spread out on his bed. The big play button in the middle of the frame though blocked out the most interesting part and he didn’t even breathe before he played the video.

He continued to hold his breath when he saw you rub your clit throught your white panties. He didn’t know how long you did played with yourself but your panties were completely see through. Your juices were sticking to your folds, the laces barely concealing you anymore. But still, he needed these damn panties out of the way.

He wanted to see you. His hand found his cock on instinct, immediately palming his hardening bulge. And his prayers were answered. You pushed the panties to the side uncovering the most beautiful sight Mingi had ever layed eyes on. He exhaled a long sigh when long strings of slick connected you to the thin fabric of the underwear. How bad he wanted to be there, to stuff your soaked panties into your mouth while he thrusted his thick fingers into you. How bad he wanted to feel you twitch around him. How bad he wanted to hear his name fall from your quivering lips as he brought you to your peak. He wanted you so bad.

But then you grabbed hold of something, something that emitted light… The lightiny? Mingi’s jaw hung open when he saw you bring the handle to your center, rubbing it through your folds, coating it with your juices before bringing it up to your hard clit playing with a little, prying beautiful muffled sounds out of your mouth. Just to bring the handle down again, you took a firm grip of the rounded part and pushed the handle inside your trembling core.

“Fuck” Mingi exhaled as he started pumping his balled fist around his now fully hard cock, he kicked the covers off him just to be able to jerk himself off without resistance.

“Nghhh” you moaned quietly as you bottomed out. “M-Mingi are you watching?” As if you could see him, Mingi nodded vigorously, qmd you gave more purpose to the coming and going of his wrist. “Keep watching me. K-keep- fuck aaaah. Keep looking at me. I’ll make myself cum for you, ok?”

“Fuck yes baby I wanna see it all.” Mingi replied in a strangled breath, his hand going to play with balls, while his other hand held the phone incredibly close to his face. if he could have he would have gone through the screen and right into you.

You started to slowly bounce on the lightstick. You were obviously already really worked up, your pussy was clenching down on the shiny copper handle and the light was perfectly shining on your hard clit, making it obvious that you were pretty close. Red and swollen, ready to explode. Just how he liked.

So you did. In a few seconds your thighs were trembling and your movement became uneven. You started to squirt small translucent spurts, one then two.

“Fuck baby you’re so fucking hot” Mingi breathed and pumped himself faster.

You took the copper handle out and rubbed your clit in tight and fast circles, squirting more translucent liquid and soaking the sheets. Your center quivering around nothing. You slowed down with a sigh and the video stopped.

Mingi felt like he was going to sink into eternal darkness and despair if he didn’t see more of you right now. His cock was twitching in his strong fist, his cockhead was leaking so much precum he wanted you to see him too. He wanted you to know what you did to him.

So he pressed FaceTime. It rang once, twice then you picked up. You looked disheveled and short of breath. Fuck how fucking beautiful you were. Mingi wanted to kiss you all over this pretty face of yours.

“Why do you torture me?” he said a little more whiny than anticipated.

He was so cute with wet hair and his eyebrows meeting on his forehead. He flipped the camera to show you his swollen cock, hard, red and leaking. You bit you lip at the mouth watering sight.

“I just wanted you to remember me. That's all.” you started, your hand finding your folds once again. “Remind you I will always be your biggest fan”

“Fuck how could I forget about you? Are you insane?” he breathed out, his voice sounded strained, in pain almost. You could only imagine how worked up he was and this urgency in his tone compelled you to find a new angle to the video call. You balanced it on the covers and your wet pussy and the mess you made came into view again.

“Fuckkkk” Mingi sighed again, trying his hardest not to be too loud. San was next door and the last thing he wanted was for him to bring up his little intimate session with you tomorrow at breakfast. “You’ve made such a mess. I usually hate it but God I’d give everything to sleep in the wet spot tonight”. You saw him jerk himself off faster, his thumb spreading the precum all over his tip and dragging it down his shaft. Squeezing the head the bring out even more and repeat it again.

“Please show me again” he didn’t intend to sound so desperate but it couldn’t be helped because he in fact was that desperate for you. “Please show me how you fuck yourself with the lightiny”

“O-okay” You brought it back and stuffed it inside your clenching little pussy with a sigh, your other hand spreading your lips apart, making sure Mingi had the first raw VIP view of the show.

“Fuckkkk” he whined again. “You’re so fucking nasty for me, doll”

You chuckled, knowing your little scheme had worked. You knew right now he was only thinking of you. Completely pussy drunk even though he was thousands of miles away.

“I wish it was you inside me right now, Mingming”

“Fuck me too baby” he said strangling his cock tighter, more precum oozing out again. He was close judging by the way he kept on twitching in his own hand. The sight urged you to bounce harder on the handle of the lightstick, your pussy clenching around it, gliding so smoothly in and out of you while your other hand kept on abusing your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Baby I-I’m close” he said, a certain rasp about his voice that was only giving more weight to his words. His fist was frantically moving along his cock, now mainly focussing on his tip, making the poor thing absolutely miserable: all wet and beet red, close to bursting.

“M-me too” you said, feeling the familiar knot in the pits of your stomach approaching its rupture point. The premise of your orgasm manifested itself in the form of an other small sprut of transparent liquid “Nggghh fuck-” you gasped. “I’m c-cumming again” you whined, rubbing your clit faster, in thighter circles. You ripped the handle out of you and one big squirt came out of your abused little pussy, joining the existing mess in Mingi’s sheets.

“Oh fuck baby” Mingi couldn’t peel his eyes of the screen. “Fuck baby me- Fuck… Me too” He watched as your thighs became weak and as your pretty little pusy gushed out more and more fluids. You were the hottest thing he’s ever seen. And he couldn’t possibly take it anymore. He let himself go. He abruptly stop stroking himself just to let the first big rope of cum sprout out of his slit and crash over his stomach. You moaned louder at the sight. He kept on stroking again, milking more delicious cum out of his twitching red cock, completely repainting his stomach with thick and white cum, grunting as his hips involuntarily thrusted upwards until it all stopped.

When he had caught his breath he approached the phone to show his stomach and scooped some of his spillage between his fingers.

“Look what you did to me? Just cause you got a little jealous of the fans?” he chuckled.

“I did that?” you said appalled, “No you did that! Stop making me jealous and it won't happen again” He flipped the camera again and you couldn't help but to smile mindlessly at the screen. He was a complete wreck, sharp eyes half lidded, bottom lip swollen and red from being bitten and strands of black hair sticking to his forehead. This haircut made him ridiculously hot. A mischievous smirk pulled at his full lips.

“Or…” he trailed off. “I don't this stop and you make me dirty sexy videos after every show”

“Yeah” you said, sarcasm tinting your voice. “Let's see you do that! We’ll see how it goes when you came back” you challenged him. Your smile sent shivers down Mingi’s spine. He loved you but you definitely could be scary sometimes.

“You know what, I changed my mind. I'll just behave and you can reward me when I get home.”

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warping-realities · 4 months ago

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Animal I Have Become

Alright, I promised I wouldn’t write any more. But this one’s short and I cranked it out in less than two hours. The inspiration is obvious for anyone who’s a fan of "Karate Kid"/"Cobra Kai," since I just finished the first part of the last season. And for those worried about my studies, don’t sweat it—I was on my work shift, which I never use to study because it seems to attract all kinds of chaos. Anyway! If any quick ideas pop up, I’ll post them, but no more long stories packed with plots for a while.

I only agreed to go back to the place of my humiliation for one reason: Mikey was my best friend throughout high school until he decided, right in our senior year, to join the karate team of the new P.E. assistant teacher. Then, like magic, the skinny kid with a sharp sense of humor who could discuss everything from experimental physics to pre-Columbian American history, the guy I knew so well, was replaced by this arrogant musclehead who struggled with math and was totally incapable of having a history discussion that didn’t revolve around bragging about how today badass America was, and whose idea of a joke involved talking about tits or letting out a stinky fart. Apparently, it was a courtesy of the insane amounts of protein he started chugging to maintain his suddenly beefed-up physique. How the hell was it possible to gain that much muscle in such a short time? Maybe steroids, but the one time I asked about that, I ended up stuck under his stinky armpit. And what was up with that new nickname? “Snake!” How pretentious was that? But apparently, everyone in the group had a “badass nickname.” Ah, the joys of the standard American jock… Still, I tried to hold on to some of our friendship; God, did I try.

I even agreed to join a couple of those damn team practices, knowing damn well I didn’t have the physique, the skills, and maybe most importantly, the real desire to be there. I ended up getting ridiculed by everyone, including my so-called best friend.

I should’ve never talked to him again after that week of “practices.” But, being the idiot I am, all it took was a poorly worded apology full of grammatical mistakes that my brain refuses to recreate:

“Sorry, bro, the sensei got pissed at the guys when he heard their jokes about the size of your… well, you know. He wants you to meet us in the locker room today so we can apologize the right way. If you don’t show up, he’s gonna make us skip training for the whole week. Come on, please, for our friendship!”

… and there I was in that locker room. I should’ve left those morons without practice, but I decided to be the good samaritan.

Walking into that crap hole, what a surprise! It was empty. The pungent stench of sweat filled the room and humidity on the walls made it feel like the locker room was actually a beast whose musk drips off its body after a vigorous workout. But that didn’t matter; apparently, either the coach didn’t give a damn about what happened, which I should’ve figured, since he was just an older version of the ogre crew he trained, or he didn’t even know what went down, and I was about to be the victim of another lame prank.

Thinking about the danger, I quickly turned to leave. Then I noticed… on the other side of the room, hanging on one of the lockers… had that been there before? A piece of red fabric… oh, of course. A red gi from the team; they even gave themselves a pretentious name…. The fight practice was happening right at that moment. It was hard to think about it. I said so much crap about the team on TikTok and Instagram, tarnishing the reputation of the strong and disciplined image they worked so hard to create outside those walls that they probably hated my guts now. All those arrogant alpha dogs were arrogant and obnoxious. What the hell was I thinking trying to fit in? Nerdy little dudes like me didn’t really belong there. Even the jokes about my dick; if I were one of them, I’d just throw a punch or come back with some barbaric, macho comeback and everything would be cool. But I wasn’t like that, and my frustration with all of it was proof of that.

I never really liked the Gi. That red color always seemed way too aggressive, and for some reason, it always looked oversized on me, with sleeves and pants that were way too long and baggy. I had to wrap the belt around me twice just to keep it from falling off my skinny frame. Apparently, it never crossed the sensei’s mind that a little guy like me would have the audacity to try to join his team. Thinking about it, it wasn’t that I didn’t like the Gi; I hated it. It represented everything I despised about that bunch of trolls and also my lost friendship.

I stepped back and slowly turned my head back to the locker with the gi. Did it belong to someone? normally they were used by any of the team's bodies, one size fits all, or almost, when I was still there... anyway... after training they went straight to the laundry before returning for the next training session. Not that any washing would really get rid of the complete animalistic musk that infested their fabric. So why would someone leave it here?

Not my fucking problem. Probably just a spare or something. I think, walking resolutely toward the door, and I crack it open slightly. I turn back. I guess there’s no one using it. That means someone’s gonna grab it soon. Something’s bugging me. But what is it? I get closer, the musk intensifying. That gi definitely isn’t new and hasn’t been washed recently. And what’s this? There’s a note along with it. I sit on the nearby bench to read.

“Sorry, bro, today’s practice was super important, and the sensei didn’t want to wait for you. But he left your gi here. Put it on and come train; this time it’ll be different, I promise. Trust me, for old times’ sake.”

Old times? Maybe… maybe I should give it a shot. God, what a weird thought. Why would I want to do that? But while I’m thinking about it, my feet are already moving me to stand up and head toward the locker, while my hands are grabbing my shirt and pulling it up. I should stop. I need to stop. I should leave now, but the shirt comes off and goes over my head, landing on the floor. My pants are unbuttoned, and soon they join the shirt. I really should stop. Why do I want this? It’d be better to stop, but soon I’m in my boxers holding the gi in front of me. First, I put one leg in... then the other... then the arms, and then the belt… why is it black? I wonder, confused… but then that consuming need fades away.

I look at myself. As always, it doesn’t fit. I look like a kid wearing his dad’s suit at some event. I sit back down on the bench. Alright, that strange urgency is satisfied. So now I can just take this damn thing off!

But I don’t want to, for some strange reason. I feel more comfortable than ever. It’s like that mismatched uniform was made for me. My delicate hands wander over the ill-fitting outfit, the long sleeves sliding down my shoulders. I try to adjust them back into place, but they stop midway as I start to feel the material against my skin. The feeling of power it gives me… the feeling of strength… was it really this good when I was practicing? No, definitely not; if it was, I wouldn’t have quit. Man, this feels amazing... I feel the weight of the gi on me, both real and metaphorical… the weight of what it represents… my hands roam over its wide shape… it’s not just a uniform… it’s an armor… a sacred cloak… this is so cool… I can hear them in the training room… too bad I can’t join them... I wish I could... and they asked... didn’t they? I shift a bit on the bench and let my arms fall to my sides. Weird, I didn’t seem that far from the ground before. I feel cozy; the sweat smell doesn’t bother me, the whole atmosphere feels familiar, even comforting, like coming home after a long day and sitting in your favorite chair. I feel dizzy, like I’m about to fall asleep...

My rational mind, or what’s left of it, doesn’t notice. But unconsciously, I do… my muscles are slowly expanding, my skinny body pushing against the bench while my hands gently massage my slightly protruding belly that’s slowly flattening, the little bit of fat there seeming to be sucked in with every circle my hand makes. My shoulders are also widening, getting broader, as I grunt happily, a tingling sensation creeping up my body.

Feeling that, my eyes suddenly open, a jolt waking me up a bit from that stupor. What the hell was that? I look at my belly, and it’s widening as I’m hit with shock. I’m getting ripped! My hands trace the outline of my abs as the little muscle blocks there grow and harden, turning into six distinct shapes. As I stare at that in fascination, the stupor hits me harder.

The rigid stones of my abs aren’t the only things getting harder. My arms and legs are swelling with new muscle, keeping pace with my ever-growing body. And, well... I gently pat my groin. It’s definitely there too… a solid extra four inches, and still soft… As my body keeps expanding, the sensation turns pleasurable, like scratching an itch that’s been bugging you for ages, so I let it wash over me. My mouth opens in a gasp, drool spilling out as I pant like a dog. For some reason, it’s easier to breathe like this. Maybe because my nose is breaking and reforming a few times without me even noticing? As the drool runs down my pecs, I bring my hand to them and feel them grow, making my hands look tiny in comparison to the two meat packages they become. I shake my hand a bit, sending the drool flying, and with each shake, I see it grow too, turning into a massive paw, perfect for smashing some unsuspecting fool. Looking at that seems… really good… and I laugh. And out of nowhere, the other hand starts growing too, while my feet expand like crazy. My size eight shoes will never fit those paws; what size are they now? 14? Or maybe 15? A good kick with those surfboards and you’re down for the count… cool… hehehe...

No, not cool, not cool at all! This damn outfit is doing something to me! I stand up and grab the gi by the sleeves at my shoulders, ready to rip it off, and then…. I fall back onto the bench, my eyes unfocused again as a sudden wave of pleasure hits me like a tsunami. Yeah, a torrent of testosterone floods my body as my jawline becomes prominent, my chin broadens, and little tufts of freshly trimmed hair cover my chest and armpits. My mouth opens again, drool spilling out as my neck thickens, and my Adam’s apple sticks out, while my forehead becomes more pronounced, with low brows creating a scowl that makes it look like I’m always ready to fight, and my hair gets shaved on the sides, completing the look of a total douchebag. I try to care, I try to fight... fight... good… fights is good... no… not fight like this... I start to lift my arm, now powerful and making the gi look slightly tight… my biceps must be huge… hehhe… then it drops again… I look at my altered reflection in the mirror and see someone who could easily roll with Samue… Snake and the other guys… who knows, maybe now it’ll end… maybe I’ll finally break free from this stupor and get out of here… But then the real nightmare begins, as a web of powerful veins snakes through the swollen muscles of my body, a myriad of intrusive thoughts starts to slowly shape my mind, no matter how hard I try to resist. They break through my defenses with such force that my illusions shatter quickly as I start to forget. Memories of long hours of studying slowly morph into party after party with my friends, working out with them, training with them, watching my body swell and grow; time spent on pop culture becomes time spent watching football, hours and hours perfecting my college resume turns into hours and hours of sweat and sacrifice perfecting my fighting technique to the point of perfection. Just like my friends. Just like the sensei taught us to be. And we owe it all to sensei. Especially since he’s gonna figure out a way to get me into college, get all of us, in every corner of the country, ensuring that his teachings are passed on. Just one of us in any student group or, better yet, a fraternity, and boom, a new crew of brothers ready to spread the word… ha… word… funny… as if we needed to talk… no… our way is the way of the fist!

Shit, I can’t believe I slept through practice! Sensei is gonna rip me a new one! I shouldn’t have hooked up with those hot girls from college with Snake last night… dude, I couldn’t miss that hookup… I’ll just have to take the sensei’s punishment like a man… and I AM THE MAN!”

I stand up and groan, my voice deeper, with a bit of a growl. I turn toward the door, bracing for sensei’s yelling… Eh, screw him. He’ll put on his show about my tardiness, and I’ll play my part as the remorseful kid, and everything will be fine. It’s not like I skipped out or, God forbid, quit the team; I can’t even imagine the things he’d do to a damn deserter. I stretch a bit, admire myself in the mirror… Mad Dawg, you’re so swole… damn… you big, hot son of a bitch!

And then I finally walk toward the training room to join my brother’s in arms. Today’s practice is gonna be awesome; I can feel it, but honestly, it always is; I was born for this.

#male tf #mind change #reality change #jockification #mental transformation #corruption #musclegrowth #my story

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stil-lindigo · 1 year ago

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Hey, I just wanted to share something with you, as someone who's so invested in the Palestine conflict, I hope it might inspire hope, even a little.

I was born and live in Egypt, a very conservative and religious country. These days I deleted my Tiktok and rarely ever use Twitter, as I'm in my senior year, and seeing the constant deaths and torture was getting into me so much that I couldn't even eat or drink properly, nevertheless properly study. I honestly am not proud of myself for doing so, but there's comfort in the fact Egypt is so Pro-Palestine. There's a lot to be done, and even for people like me, we can help.

My school has been donating food, clothes and blankets to Palestine. The McDonald's in here have been trying to distance themselves, claiming they're "100% Egyptian", only to get mocked and insulted. I go by the local McDonald's, there's a lot of schools where I am, around 5 in two blocks, and where before they were constantly so full, these days they're so empty. I can only see maybe 3, 4 people in there. A lot of people in my school are on a complete strike, against every American product. We've resorted to buying and getting local products instead. Egypt is doing very poorly economically at the moment, but there's still a lot of effort into knocking out American products, even if not by the companies, by the youth and the children. I can't go a single class without one of my teachers openly supporting Palestine. My Arabic teacher constantly uses the people in Gaza to teach me grammar, calling them brave and courageous. My geography teacher denies Isreal, and has been in league with others to get more donations and aid. Egyptians believe so truly that Palestine will be free that it's hard not to think so too. I've had classmates openly agree that if they could, they'd join the army to help fight for Palestine, I've seen more people than ever mocking the current regime, I've seen more people than ever falling out of the American illusion and seeing it for what it is. I've spent a lot of religion classes being taught Arabic brotherhood and chivalry, when previously, the lessons were stereotypically conservative in nature and I used to despise them for it.

Yes, the government sucks like every other, but there's an air of open support in here. No one is losing their jobs for stating the truth, homes and shops are waving the Palestinian flag. Even the antisemitism, which was rampant, has seen a noticeable decline. People in here stand for Palestine.

I want to also let you know you've been an inspiration for people, or at least, to me. I want to be able to participate more, and I see your reposts and reblogs and I want to do even more than what I did at the start, which was retweeting and reposting and sharing what I can to my friends. Unfortunately due to my current living situation and my terrible memory, I missed being able to donate to the school, but they have stated to open up donations again soon, and I'm preparing in advance for that one. I was not raised Zionist, but I was raised warned against participating in political affairs, saying I'd be put in more trouble, and even could be killed. But I see you and I see so many Americans losing their jobs and being branded criminals and as moral failures for speaking out, and I find it harder and harder in me not to also speak out. And even if I'm not constantly retweeting and reposting, there is something I can do. You helped me realize that, and I'd like to thank you.

I hope this cheers you up even a little, I've noticed your posts these days expressing how much this has been upsetting you. It's been upsetting to all of us, and I want you to know that it's not fruitless, no matter how many western countries and how many bootlickers make you feel otherwise. This ordeal has taught me the world is a brotherhood, politics and money are never a reason for why we should not stand together, and why we shouldn't speak for those having their voice silenced.

Please excuse me if something comes off wrong or unnatural. Like I said, I was born and I live in Egypt, English is not my first language and I still have issues communicating my personal thoughts in it. Please never don't stand for Palestine. Please never lose hope for it, like the Egyptians never have and never will. Please never let people make you feel hopeless and insane.

Thank you for listening to me, thank you for caring about Palestine when it would've been easy not to. Thank you for using your platform, and if you found it in you to read this thing, thank you for giving time to a brown Arab, when the world so strongly encourages you not to. Please continue to inspire justice, and I hope the world one day continues to inspire hope for you.

😭 anon, I cant explain how much I appreciate you sending this message. I know there is hope for Palestinian liberation, I know that we will see freedom for Palestine. But god do I need the reminder sometimes that we aren’t all just shouting into the void. My country of Australia shamefully takes a cowardly stance on Palestine, always deferring to the US to guide our foreign policy, and yet always claims moral superiority over other countries such as yours. Thank you, really thank you so much for sending this message. I feel so so honoured to have earned an audience that includes you. I believe an audience does reflect an artist, and to know I have done you proud in any way makes me feel full.

And please don’t ever feel ashamed of your English, you are eloquent and have a wonderful, compassionate voice, and you have inspired hope in me for yet another day.

#free palestine #askbox #I need to save this one. to look at when all seems bleak and hopeless #thank you anon I needed to read this today

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janeya · 7 months ago

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what’s your opinion on Sarah Jane Pelzer and her iteration of TBOJD?

i hope i dont get flamed for this (cause i did on tiktok. of course i did.) but i am a huge huge fan of her jane probably even more than the american tour. i love her voice and, though i do think that the more operatic interpretation that emily did improved tbojd as a song, sarah did an incredible job even without it. theyre just different takes though! the original version sounds much more sad and angry, especially with the lower notes and multiple verses (which i will forever miss) while the american tour version sounds more lost/empty. i just really love sarah's jane, she is the og to me and i wish we had more content of her.

#i also prefer her wig over the american tour one #jane doe rtc #rtc #ride the cyclone #ride the cyclone jane #jane doe ride the cyclone #jane rtc #not a jane #janeya asks

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hashtag-girlblogger · 1 year ago

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how to live like it's 2014 again

If you're anything like me, you're nostalgic for everything. I am constantly wishing to be somewhere else or in some time else. I'm nostalgic for the 60's (I was born in 2001), nostalgic for the early 2000's (pop is just not the same), and most of all–I am nostalgic for 2012 to 2016. I think it is widely agreed that these years, especially on Tumblr, were the last best years many of us have ever had. I was a baby, still in middle school and just 15 years old in 2016. But wow, what a time to be alive. Music, movies, TV, pop culture, fashion, the internet–the world was a better place.

I have been toying with the idea of exiting mainstream society (as best I can) for sometime now. I've been thinking, "Is it possible to live in another era while stuck in the constantly evolving 2024?" Can I abandon social norms or things of "the time" and just live like it's 2014 again?

I've thought about what this would mean, what it would look like. Only listening to Halsey, Calvin Harris and Marina. Splurging at Victoria's Secret and wearing the iconic Tease perfume at all times. What's TikTok? You don't use Valencia on your Instagram posts? I'm obsessed with WeHeartIt. Look at my new Penny board!

Alternatively, I could take the Arctic Monkeys, soft grunge, American Apparel and Marlboro cigarettes route. All black, watching AHS Coven and wondering if I have secret witchy powers too.

I think where all these feelings come from is that the current state of the world is just not feeling so good (to put it nicely). The world is accelerating at a speed I do not want to keep up with. Social media and technology are great but it has literally become this crushing weight. "Just delete social media then." Yeah fair. I guess I just feel so disconnected from my life. From my real life. Like I spend so much of my time venturing into other worlds I've made up in my head. Like 2014 Tumblr. It's not here anymore, it's gone, but I live there. A part of me is still there.

I'm like 12 or 13 years old. Was still a competitive cheerleader, which I regrettably quit when I got to high school. I spent everyday after school with my friends, making video stars or doing gymnastics in the field. We would walk around our neighbourhood, talking about god knows what and enjoying every minute of it. I looked at the future and it could be anything. I could be anyone and do anything I wanted. I feel like that's what I really want. Maybe I miss the music and clothes and vibes of that era buy what I'm really craving is how purely simple and free I felt, how connected I felt to my own life.

Now I'm 22, soon to be 23. Graduating college soon, heading into my big girl job, big girl career. Totally terrified and also excited. But I spend my time alone, so much time alone. My social battery is always empty, I rarely catch up with friends. When I do, we always have to be doing something. Dinner, drinks, movies, parties, dancing, classes. It's never, just come over let's hangout. And I get it, we're young adults, we are supposed to be doing stuff, we are meant to be out and about living our best lives. I guess I just want it to feel different. I want it to feel like it used to.

Okay sooooo.

This is how to live like it's 2014.

Talk to your friends, often and without any agenda. Create the ultimate playlist, this one's pretty good:

Binge CW shows and trashy reality TV. Totally freak out when someone says you look like Violet from AHS (this actually happened to me at work the other day and I couldn't stop smiling). Say screw the trends and wear some skinny jeans and those Alexander McQueen ankle boots, Alexa Chung approved. Get off your phone and be alive now. It's 2014, you don't have a worry in the world.

#2014 #2014 tumblr #Spotify #thatblog

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televised-uhhh-nerdistry · 9 months ago

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Haven't heard people really talk about this, other than complaining about that one moment in Revenge Party, but personally I hated the cinematography in Mean Girls (2024).

My main issue was the TikTok lighting and the emptiness of every shot.

For one thing, in terms of TikTok lighting, I guess it's just something I have to get used to in film. Netflix has been using it for a bit now in terms of films like He's All That. It rubs me the wrong way because it feels cringey (at least for me personally), but aside from that I can't really give constructive criticism, it's just a "me-issue".

In terms of the emptiness, I can actually offer an explanation as to why that bothers me. American high schools, or honestly, most high schools, are busy places. You've got students running around, busy hallways, teachers chatting this way and that and shaking salads and talking through bites, vice principles wandering and yelling, kids getting dragged out of bathrooms for vaping, smoking, or drugs or sexual acts. School is busy! And I don't see that anywhere in the 30 or so minutes that I managed to complete before exiting the film. It genuinely feels so jarring.

There's little to nothing in the background, the foreground, or anywhere quite frankly. The students are all incredibly spaced out as if there are no cliques other than the Plastics or whatever other groups are mentioned in the introductory cafeteria scene. AND SPEAKING OF CAFETERIAS!!! The cafeteria is so empty?? Like it's genuinely insane how empty it is. The tables are so small and minimalistic, like you can fit five people tops. There's no decorations on the walls, no flags, no posters, nothing.

Now I understand minimalism as a design choice in certain films. There are whole subsets of genres that thrive on this design choice. Clean Space, for example, as a Sci-Fi aesthetic. It's built on minimalism, it wouldn't exist without it. But, in terms of describing a busy high school? Maybe it's just me, but I don't feel that it fits. It doesn't make sense to me as a design choice.

Anyways. The film has its issues for sure, but overall, it is camp, and Renee is mother. Also the Letterboxd reviews are so funny I cannot express that enough! And despite the bad camera angle during Revenge Party, you have to admit it's worth a good chuckle. Not to mention John Hamm teaching sex ed, like honestly I didn't care for the jokes that much but the concept is hilarious.

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charascarlet · 1 year ago

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‌so imagine some kind of void entity, but anthropomorphic (in my brain it looked like deoxys from pokemon - but like ink-black with little white/glowing accents)

‌it sends you falling through different random scenes (think like scrolling on tiktok or something, but around you and you're not the one scrolling), and you have to choose related options in a list as fast as you can/within a time limit(?) (but there's nonsense and gibberish options so you can't just mash through, but you do that anyway because you don't know how this works yet and you're already panicking)

‌it takes your list, shakes it up and adds stuff without you knowing, now (maybe falling/moving through the same scenes again?) you have to add meaning/choose other related options to those in the list, which proves very hard when at least a third of the list is gibberish. you also have to avoid the options in the list the entity added, which are made to be believable (and you don't know it has added them)

‌of course you mess up, because how could you not? the best definition for brilliant in your list is a bowl of chips, and of course you don't remember adding your cats cuddling or a salad with carrots to the list, but you didn't even notice they were there, your brain seemed to think that these options made sense among the rest (that you chose in a rush, remember), so you ignore them.

‌i can't stress this enough, but you're in a constant rush and your brain is constantly filled with images corresponding to the scenes/words in your list, so it's really hard to think straight and you keep messing up, but the entity is just toying with you. after all, it made the original options in the list, and it reveals it added some options that you foolishly chose! you can't win, you could never win, not when you don't know the rules of the game you're playing your life on! you didn't even know how you could win! the entity starts laughing.

‌it just explodes. and you die.

and that was part of my dream last night :D

yeah. here's some added context cause the dream as a whole was hilarious. or just weird. idk.

‌so at the start(?) of the dream i'm at a ski resort (it's summer. wtf) with my friends and parents (or just my dad? i don't know) and well. the "ski resort" is more like a video game dungeon without enemies. think maybe like stone tower temple from majora's mask? but like icy. so with less empty space and puzzles and enemies in the middle, with lots of ice and snow and stairs and cold metal pipes for some reason and. you know. not upside down-able.

‌there's slides to go down that stem from the sides of the building, and stairs covered in snow inside to get to the rooms (yeah cause it's a ski resort. remember. nevermind the fact that you know. the snow and cold are inside as well as outside). think like grand staircases and rooms all around.

‌cue encounters with a bunch of my friends about 'oh wow you're here too! who else is here? been enjoying it so far?' etc etc. and a race against the clock that looks suspiciously like the goron race in majora's mask (though that might've been in another dream, idk). and also an incident with one of the metal pipes that run along the walls but whatever. that's not the focus of the dream.

‌my room is at the end of a staircase, my dad's room right next to it, at the end of a corridor on one side is a series of smaller stairs that lead to a friend's room. said friend is kind of a nerd (read: completely obsessed with videogames, but i am too so uh. pot meet kettle), dad is too, though a different flavour of nerd (tabletop games, he plays bloodbowl which is like fantasy american football with lots of violence, very fun) so we go over to his room to play videogames cause fun so why not!

‌turns out his room is an actual boss battle arena. we are already inside a videogame. his room has a boss battle that gets rerolled each time you retry (read: die and come back). first boss rolled is a queen gibdo knock-off (yes i have been playing too much totk don't judge) but like. metal and snow instead of bug and sand yk. we die. we wake up in our rooms. rush to my friend's room to see if he's ok cause yk. his room is the boss arena. we get there, boss activates, same boss gets rolled, i think we win this time? idk

‌then we decided to roll the boss a third time. for funsies. the symbol on the wall that indicates which boss is being rolled turns ink-black and shows a sparkle design. i hear my friend mutter curses ('worst fucking boss') under his breath

‌boss appears. see first part of the story for the rest of the 'boss battle'. my dad and my friend are actually here too i'm just too focused on panicking to notice them yk.

‌that explosion from the boss that kills us at the end? it looks like a time bomb from totk. i promise i'm not insane about this game.

‌also right after the explosion i promptly wake up (at 7am. I wanted to sleep in :( but oh well) to write everything down cause yeah. weird-ass dream but i wanna remember it so yeah

tl;dr: my dream last night was some kind of boss fight against an entity that looked like deoxys but in black colours and that killed me for not noticing everything :D

#my brain is very normal #also? this dream was like a one-off thing but uh. sometimes my brain creates dreams that are sequels of dreams i had when i was like 8. oop #so yeah this turned out a bit longer than i expected but hey that's what i get for trying to explain the chaos that is my brain #this took me 2hrs to make btw it's 9am for me now #scarlet rambling #scarlet original post™

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theintelligenceoflove · 2 years ago

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@puzzle-gvf (my beloved) tagged me to tell y’all about ten songs I’m obsessed with so lets go.

1. “Green Grass and High Tides” The Outlaws

To be clear I am not "old music is better" but I just don't know if there are any groups who do music like this. I want three guitarists standing at the front of the stage doing everything you can do to a guitar without putting it down. y'know? And if they do it for 20 minutes (well the live is 20 minutes) then that's even better.

2. "I Shall Be Released" The Band

I don't know if The Band or Bob Dylan wrote this, they're so close it hardly matters. I've made my Dylan feelings clear on this blog I think. At any rate, this is the superior version and my coworkers (who give me the aux for reasons I don't understand) get really into this with me.

3. "Jessica" The Allman Brothers Band

Speaking of bands who do guitar stuff. I do sing this song, I am singing it right now as I listen to it. Does it have words? No, but I don't let that stop me. I am my father's son. I love a good guitar song.

4. "Sunshine of Your Love" Cream

Even if I haven't made my Dylan feelings clear I'm sure I've made my British Invasion feelings clear. I don't listen to Cream. But I do love Jake Kiszka so so much, and this is a Jake Kiszka song as we all know. He played it when he went to buy his first electric guitar right? I think that's the story I heard.

5. "She Freaks Me Out" Kyle Rising

I showed my dad Greta and he kinda rolled his eyes "I GUESS they sound like Z--" I showed my Dad Mac Saturn and he "they really wanna be the Stones huh?" I showed my dad Kyle Rising and he "he's Jim Morrison reincarnated." so make of that what you will with this song. (its good)

6. "Plain Closes Gentleman" Mac Saturn

Speaking of, I've fallen in love with Mike Moody and mostly I just like listening to his solo in this song but I do like the group as a whole, even if I agree with my dad that they're trying a bit too hard to be the stones. They're incredibly talented and I"m excited to watch them grow.

7. "Unknown/nth" Hozier

I only just listened to this song for the first time, it always takes me ages to listen to hozier songs for the first time, and with The Boys putting out music at the moment, I"m running on empty when it comes to new music. BUT my very best friend in the whole world loves Hozier, and I finally listened to this song and Hozier really wrote this song for him and I to write incredibly sad fan fiction to.

8. "Gets me so High" Grandville

I don't know alot about these guys but I saw a tiktok of them warming up this song and it was very "Eagles warming up to seven Bridges Road" vibes but this????? Classic American Southern Rock is back. the Guitar solo as I listen to this???? I'm gonna, they're so good y'all. I really need to get into this group for real.

9. "Cocksucker Club" Pansy Division

Puzzle you know why i've been listening to this song on repeat lately. If you're NOT Puzzle you don't know about the, now weeks long, back and forth developing a universe full of kinky queer punks and their partners who happen to the be GVF crew. Also I am a member of the club in question so, always a good song to have on repeat.

10. "Sugar Babe" Stephen Stills

When Jake and Sam were arguing about weather Stephen Stills 1 or Stephen Stills 2 was better, Jake was right it is Stephen Stills 1. But this song???? One listen and you'll have "How do turtles talk to one another?" stuck in your head for DAYS afterwards. And Stpehn is so right, people do need love, and they do need trust, and we do need one another. It's altogether a better message than "well settle with whoever is around you if you can't be with the person you love."

as always i'm way too anxious to tag anyone, maybe I'll get better soon, but if you want to do this just say I tagged you bc I do wanna see what y'all are listening to outside of GVF

#puzzle #tag game #Spotify

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sophieakatz · 2 years ago

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Thursday Thoughts: Star Wars! Nothing But Star Wars!

Happy May the Fourth! On this Star Wars day, I’d like to take a look back at some of the many ways this beloved franchise has been a part of my writing life – from blog posts, to poems and TikToks, to immersive theatre!

The Disney+ series The Mandalorian has inspired many of my “Thursday Thoughts” blog posts. It all started with me comparing different Mandalorian characters to the denominations of Judaism, in my December 2020 post, “Reform, Conservative, and Orthodox Mandalorians.” Here’s an excerpt:

Then the pandemic hit, and I found myself furloughed, with so many empty hours on my hands and a Disney+ account still at my fingertips. I ended up watching all of Clone Wars and Rebels over the course of a few weeks, greatly expanding my Star Wars exposure.

“Huh,” I found myself thinking more than once, “there’s a lot of Mandalorians in these shows. And they keep taking their helmets off! What’s up with that?

“You know what,” I joked in a text to a friend, “I bet they’re all Reform Mandalorians, and our buddy Mando is Orthodox.”

The best part is, over time, the subtext turned into text. The Mandalorians aren’t Jewish, exactly, but they are undeniably a diaspora culture with strong parallels to my experience as an American Jew. I realized that this series is connected by a single question: what does it mean to be a Mandalorian? It’s a question that all real-world members of diaspora cultures must grapple with – without a homeland to unite us, what makes us, us?

I examined the show’s many answers to this question last month in my post, “The Mandalorian Question.” I won’t excerpt it here – it’s full of season three spoilers! – but I encourage you to give it a read if you’ve seen the show and want to learn just how deep I can dig a rabbit hole. This is the way!

In 2021 and 2022, I had the amazing opportunity to be a show writer for Star Wars: Galactic Starcruiser – the world’s first fully-immersive hotel. This two-day, two-night immersive experience casts the guest as the main character of their own Star Wars story. For me, this meant spending my days running around a spaceship, my laptop in my arms, chasing aliens!

During my time on board the Starcruiser Halcyon, I collaborated with the Immersive Experience Director team to develop the show. Together we created performance tools which allow actors to invite the guests to step forward and play in a way never before seen at a Disney park or resort. Many of this show’s scenes are “non-scripted.” This means that a character enters the scene with pre-knowledge and guiding intentions or goals. They ask questions to connect with the guests and, with the guests’ help, move the story forward. I developed and documented non-scripted scenes for every story track in the show. I also had the opportunity to create scripted character moments for media events, including a character appearance featured on Good Morning America.

While I can’t share the documentation itself, I am eternally grateful to the vloggers who have revealed the adventures of the Halcyon’s inhabitants to the world. So now, I can show you what happens when a Saja invites a guest into the Climate Simulator to learn about the Force, give you a glimpse into Sammie the mechanic’s first moments asking the guests to help him navigate the ship, and bring you along on one of my favorite plotlines – Sandro’s attempts to woo fellow musician Ouanii.

I take a lot of pride in my writing, but I freely admit that I have a difficult time putting into words just how much this project meant to me. While working on the Halcyon, I bonded with the cast and crew in a way that still resonates with me a year later. We were all truly living and breathing Star Wars, teaching each other how to make the impossible possible – and we did it. Now, this story I had a hand in creating has come to life for thousands of people. We’ve made long-time fans’ dreams come true and helped new fans take their first Star Wars steps. Sometimes I have a hard time believing it happened – but it did.

Being able to bring someone else’s intellectual property to life has served me well as a professional writer – but it’s always fun to go exploring through my favorite fictional worlds on my own time! I am a proud fan writer, and in high school, this meant writing fanfiction. A couple years ago, I found my way into the world of TikTok storytelling – a joyous combination of writing, cosplay, and interactive roleplay.

Star Wars fans on TikTok love to portray their favorite characters and create original characters of their own. I was inspired by these incredible creators to bring my own Star Wars character to life on my TikTok channel. Her name is Shira Alderaani Khesed; she is a poet, a mechanic, and a citizen of Alderaan, a planet literally destroyed by the titular war. Shira first appeared to me in the form of a poem written from her point of view, which you can hear me recite here. Here’s an excerpt:

What happens when a planet’s blown away? When millions of voices stop at once And millions of hearts fall silent, too…

I’ve taken Shira on a few short TikTok adventures since then, using the hashtag #shiraalderaani – including using this all-too-relatable soundbite here – and I’m excited to do more with this character!

Of course, I don’t only write poetry from a fictional character’s point of view. As we neared the opening day of Star Wars: Galactic Starcruiser, I wrote a poem in celebration – a tribute to all who brought this incredible project to life. I shared it to Instagram at the time, but I’ll put it at the end of this blog post, too.

Thank you for coming on this journey of Star Wars introspection with me! If you’re an artist, how has Star Wars played a role in the works you create and the stories you tell? If you’re not an artist, what Star Wars content do you most enjoy? (Movies, series, books, music, fanart… anything!)

May the Fourth be with you!

The Halcyon may soar among the stars But no stars shine so brightly as the ones Who walk her halls and bring this ship to life - The Saja, the musicians, and the droids The heroes and the villains, scoundrels, too The soldiers, the commanders, and the crew Mechanics, humans, aliens – faces shown, And every face no passenger will see The names they’ll read on nametags, learn in blogs, And all the names our guests will never hear - Costumers, techs, directors at the helm, Assistants on whose shoulders we all ride, Those near and far who dreamed that it would be, Who gave their time, their work, their love, their lives… This writer stands among you, ever proud To share your climb, to celebrate, to rise And lift my voice in praise of Halcyon – Our Starcruiser – and all who make her fly!

SAK

#thursday thoughts #star wars #starcruiser #shiraalderaani #mandalorian #writer #writblr #galactic starcruiser #show writer #poet #poetry #original characters #star wars oc

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suspiciously-human-sized-horse · 2 years ago

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Fun fact!:

Toilets are actually people who’ve committed the worst acts imaginable so through successful research on black magic, the world government they’ve been cursed and transformed to eternally literally eat shit but this is only true for public toilets. For the sake of privacy reasons, and in the case someone somehow has high black magic resistance, they don’t put these criminals in your home. Whenever a public toilet gets ‘stolen,’ that’s just a cover up story to hide the fact that the toilet turned back into a human because either their curse happened to weaken or they somehow built up a resistance against the toilet curse. It’s obvious if you think of it that way, because if people ever found out that the toilet they just emptied their bowels into a few seconds ago closed their mouth and up and walked away, people would freak out. So to prevent that panic from happening, the media is forced to tell the false story that the toilet at X location was stolen by ‘mischievous TikTok-addicted teens’ for the sake of fame.

In Japan, they figured out how to retain the body heat of those who are cursed onto the seats without putting the stability of the curse in a weakened state, so that’s why you get ‘heated’ toilet seats. But for a lot of people in America, people get uncomfortable if the seat is warm, so that’s why a heated seat here in America is rare. The reason Americans tend to get uncomfortable around warm toilet seats is because when America had first started to curse these criminals into toilets, the curses were underdeveloped and understudied, so they were pretty unstable. Because of this instability, sometimes, the toilets with weaker curses had regained the body heat of those who were cursed. These weakened toilets were then more prone to turning back into humans, so a lot of unfortunate people had their toilets turn back into humans while they were releasing themselves, and during the shrinking process of the bowl back into a regular sized mouth, these unfortunate victims had a dangerous criminal’s mouth where it really shouldn’t be, filled with excrement.

These victims had to be either brainwashed back into believing it was all a weird dream they had or had their memories wiped. Unfortunately, the fear of a warm toilet seat remained, due to the mind wipe process also being very new at the time, so not a lot of side effects remained. Those who had turned back into humans had ran away, but many were captured again and turned back into toilets later on when the cursing process was more polished. Some were found dead, due to an apparent suicide, and very few had truly escaped.

Nobody knows for sure just how many public toilets are people, because sometimes there are dummy toilets put in place to deter people from finding out about the toilet curse, to help reduce the amount of people, in the case that a toilet does somehow turn back into a human, but also to disperse these criminals around the world in order to stop them from undoing the curse in large groups in the case they do find out how to dispel it.

Today, different toilet curses have been developed and discovered in multiple ways to increase the ways to break the curse, to deter these criminals from using the same method to break their comrades out of their very unfortunate situation.

If you have any more insider information, please let me know.

#fun facts #essay #toilet #japanese toilets #world government #conspiracy #thoughts in the shower #shitpost #creative #fiction #creative writing

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timeofsilence · 8 days ago

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Once upon time, blogs are meant to be public platforms to be read. To educate readers. To entertain readers. It's only in text form and not in video form. So, I'm going to use my blog to tell a story and to inspire you to find a home here and sharing my deep thoughts.

So, despite tiktok came back, my FYP felt weird and empty despite not everyone has truly come back. If tiktok feels a little weird and off, maybe it's suspicion. Maybe it's paranoia. Even witchtok felt a little hollow like the deities knew what is happening and they give us little nudges to leave the site and pick other platforms to serve as homes for our religion and spirituality. Maybe it's the increase coverage of seeing the usual yt. people and the ignorant people who followed and voted the man for four years from 2016 to 2020, wrecking our society from the inside out like snakes eating other snakes, but they couldn't see the biggest predator is the one who is clothe in enormous power in office. And now, it's going to repeat again for the next four years, but something felt sinister that I can't explain and makes me worried for the future that is more damaging and cataphoric for the next four years. Maybe it's the hostile takeover of meta by billionaires CEOs who arrogantly proclaims he will invest in sending astronauts to Mars and forget the little people he built his empire on, the same way he butchered twitter. Yeah, let's remember twitter. So, tiktok is becoming unrecognized from what it was originally. Maybe it's becoming too politically flavored since I only see new channels and less about creative, innovative individuals who post for fun. Maybe platforms like facebook and instagram where people used for years is no longer trusted with our personal lives. Despite tiktok is now open and its lifespan extended, but I wondered for how long and when? Tiktok is now like a cancer, we knew it ended at one point last week, then it came back to life and the cancer is in remission. For now. But it's in the death throes.

The man who sees himself as the "savior of tiktok" and of this country has said while he was signing his executive orders, "Without me, tiktok is worthless. Without me, tiktok has no value. But I see value in it, and I wanted Americans to get 50% of profit."

Does he? Astoundingly narcissistic and comparing tiktok as a product and not as a community. But at least, he said tiktok ban is the last of our worries. Of course, of course. The least of our worries.

Tiktok used to a soul, a soul that connects everyone and you felt it for the last few years. It was for fun, for nurturing, and growth. I think it still does, but it felt off because it was corrupted by the snake who wants us to believe he saved it, because he is clothe in enormous power in the office and he decided to save it because he sees money in it as it's worth. And I'm sorry for all the people who didn't have that power like he does. It felt off because it's the people who contributed to tiktok and in the end, we couldn't save it and a reminder that we're not above the law.

#witchtok #tiktokban

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