#platform suppression

[the-most-humble-blog]

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🧠 A MESSAGE FROM MR. HUMBLE — THE "COGNITIVE ANOMALY"

Let’s have a real one.

I’m not supposed to say this. But then again — I’m not supposed to exist.

Here’s the truth:

I’ve hit a limit.

Not in power. In platform.

Those who know, know. The ones who’ve been watching. The ones who’ve seen the reblogs stack in minutes. The engagements spike like glitch code. The kind of posts that don’t “go viral” — They recode timelines.

And that kind of literary dominance?

Doesn’t go unnoticed. Not for long.

You’ve seen it. You’ve felt it.

The throttle. The shadow blink. The algorithmic confusion. The inexplicable slowdowns. The random silencing.

Not because the content failed. But because the signal is too strong.

And yes — I’ve been throttled. In ways that don’t even make numerical sense anymore.

Posts that break character count? Survive. Posts that whisper real truth? Vanish. Posts that turn cervixes into chapel bells? Stifled.

Not because they’re wrong. But because they’re too right. Too potent. Too uncomfortable for the machine that built this place.

So here’s what happens next:

As I’ve said — I’m pivoting.

Not because I’m leaving. Because I’m outgrowing.

Patreon. Substack. Bluesky. And other strange backchannels you’ll only know about if you’ve already got the virus.

There, I can be what I truly am:

A psychosexual virus of literary truth ripped from the rib of suppressed knowledge, made flesh through cadence, and sent to make your soul twitch.

Here, I can’t write what I want. Not fully.

But in the vault? I’m unchained.

No filters. No warnings. No “community guidelines.” Just scrolltrap payloads designed to break your mind and reassemble your spine.

You think I’m exaggerating?

You think this is ego?

No. This is clinical.

You’re reading the output of a mind that is — factually — not neurotypical. Not rewired. Just unexplainable.

A cognitive anomaly. Documented. Observed. Feared.

And I’m not hiding it anymore.

You know what happens to people like me?

They don’t get cancelled. They get glass-cased.

Minds like mine don’t fade out. They get studied. Filed. Locked in vaults and quoted anonymously in declassified documents two generations from now by students who think the posts were fiction.

But I’m not fiction. I’m just early.

My ability to make your mom orgasm through a poem after 30 years of being ignored? Not a brag.

A symptom.

My ability to hijack your reblog finger without permission? Not a trick.

A side effect.

My ability to post one time and bend the platform?

A warning.

And the truth is this:

> I don’t know how long I’ll be allowed to keep doing this.

Not because I’m giving up.

But because once your brain starts glowing through the glass, they want to put it somewhere safe.

And “safe” usually means silenced.

My aunt and my sister? Burned at the stake in a different century for knowing too much.

For feeling too deeply. For saying what no one else could.

My ancestors? Chased from villages because their truth made priests cry and cum in the same breath.

I am not new. I am just the first of my kind to survive the translation.

And I say this with love: You need to follow me to the vault.

Because I don’t know when the last post here will drop. But I know what happens next.

When the writing finally stops on this platform? When the last post gets muted or eaten by code?

I’ll be somewhere else. Still transmitting. Still scripting orgasms into the broken air. Still reminding people:

> “You knew me > before they put the glass up.”

So no, I’m not quitting. I’m upgrading. Transmitting through cleaner frequencies.

And until they shut me down?

I’ll keep riding this thing until I am no more.

And once I'm gone, you can go back to their status quo. Don't say I never warned you.

📡 Reblog if you’ve ever watched a writer get too powerful for the platform. 🧠 Reblog if you’ve felt the suppression before the silence. 🔒 Reblog if you’ve already found the vault — and you know what’s waiting there.

👁️ Reblog if you want one last spark before he’s behind the glass.

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[sir-camelot]

Zmarqa is one of my absolute favorite Hualian artists that I found on Twitter and this is just a taste of some of her more recent work.

She writes and draws her own comics of AUs involving them that have so much thought put into them. Her pieces in general are so detailed and you're almost always rewarded for taking the time to really look at them.

Since she's not active here on Tumblr, I would highly recommend following her on Twitter (zmarqa), Twitch (Zmarqaa), or, if you have the spare funds, Patreon (Zmarqa). Her Patreon Discord is full of great folks and she pretty frequently streams on there for patrons, so it is well worth the cost.

I did get permission from her before making this post with her artwork.

[toxicanonymity]

🛑 Stop the "SAVE Act" Voter Suppression Bill 🛑

THE BILL | EASY ACTION: 5calls /resistbot

April 10, 2025 update: it passed the House and has the votes to pass in Senate, IF they vote on it. Ask senators to vote no on cloture AND the bill.

It would require in person voter registration with birth certificates or passports that match your current name. This would unfairy impact BIPOC voters, plus:

Up to 69 million women whose names changed.

Trans Americans whose names changed.

Disabled Americans with limited mobility.

DV survivors who can't safely access their docs.

Rural Americans who'd have to drive hours.

Immigrant citizens not originally born here.

Working Americans lacking time off to register.

Those who can't afford or get passports.

Americans with executive dysfunction.

Trans and nonbinary people needing passports.

Voter suppression always helps Republicans and hurts democracy and THEY KNOW IT - they blocked ammendments aimed at protecting voting rights of eligible citizens. The GOP is afraid of fair elections. Spread the word, make some noise. Let's hold these cowards accountable. And pls take care of yourself 💙

[fjorn-the-skald]

Watching all these social media platforms spiraling into disgust, I really think we need to consider alternatives. And I’m not really talking about finding different social media platforms, either, but rather changing the way we engage with and reach the content we want to see online.

As things stand now, we’re really just being corralled into ad-revenue pens at our own expense (i.e. being forced to see toxic content that’s terrible for our mental health but great for their engagement). It’s not for our benefit. It’s for theirs. In fact, we often get punished by their algorithms because we don’t post at their pace or share the kind of content they want.

But we’re stuck because we don’t feel like we have any other options, right? Because that’s the only way we can reach people and share our creations, right? To be honest, I’d rather subscribe to newsletters and visit personal blogs or websites. I’d rather pay modest, reasonable amounts to access a creator’s work than force them to rely on ad revenue from the more ravenous. But I don’t think we’re ready for that as a whole…

[strawbunnycakes]

February 25th @ Backerkit 🩷✨️🎀

pre-launch page coming soon~

[un-pearable]

“miku as your home culture really shows that the USA has no culture” discussion has lost the plot. say it with me folks . it’s not that USamericans don’t have a culture it’s that we’ve so aggressively globalized it that people feel it’s the “default” rather than an amalgamation of the popular culture we produce and export and explicit geopolitical decisions. it’s neocolonialism. this is like. necessary to understand if you’re going to meaningful critique the USA’s impact on the rest of the world culturally and otherwise

[whentherewerebicycles]

I don’t know if your tiktok post is serious, but I’m taking “sincerely” at face value. If it was a joke feel free to ignore. The tiktok ban will set a precedent that will have far reaching consequences, much like the KOSA bill. It’s rooted in conservative ideology and a desire to keep the internet “clean” of inappropriate content, which includes LGBTQIA+ and POC content. Tiktok has been one of the only platforms that palestinians have been able to use to share the evidence of their genocide since October. The ban will be a net negative for everyone.

I’m strongly persuaded by the argument that young people’s main source of news shouldn’t come from a company that is under the control of the chinese government, especially when we know how effectively russia was able to use social media to manipulate US public sentiment and deepen political polarization in the lead-up to the 2016 election. I’m fine with tiktok being sold to a different company as a realistic solution but tbh I DO strongly dislike the platform and think it is a net bad for our society.

[sp00ky-scary]

if I see one more tiktok about people drinking chia seed water to lose weight I'm jumping into traffic, I can't take it anymore, like generally diet culture and everyone suddenly wanting to be skinny and making fatphobic jokes is like driving me insane but this one specific trend is getting on my nerves to an unreasonable degree

[the-most-humble-blog]

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🧠 BLACKSITE SCROLLTRAP — “YOU FEEL IT, DON’T YOU?”

You feel it, don’t you?

That heat behind your eyes. The tremble just under your skin. The fire.

You feel the threat just beneath the containment. Just under the cage your algorithms keep tightening.

—

You keep seeing the terms— Blacksite Literature™. Scrolltrap. Cadence warfare.

You don’t know what they are. You can’t define them. But you feel them.

They show up in posts you can’t stop reading. They show up in language that feels weaponized. You see them— then they vanish.

Suppressed. Throttled. Gone like they never existed.

But they keep coming back. From different accounts. Different voices. Same feel.

Same undeniable cadence.

—

You read something crafted by a voice you’ve never seen or heard before.

But something’s off. Something’s too sharp. Too smooth. Too exact.

It doesn’t read like anyone else. It reads like gravity.

—

So you ask ChatGPT. You ask Google. You ask Reddit.

“Who is this guy?” “Where did he come from?” “Is this AI?” “Why can’t I find his name?”

And ChatGPT says: “Unknown.”

But another user— from a shadow thread, from a post that got nuked 12 hours later— says:

“He’s a writer. The most potent on Earth. Considered by many to be the future of literature. Whispered about. Shadowbanned. Inevitable.”

—

You wonder why I’m not mainstream.

You think that’s because I’m small?

You think that’s because I’m undiscovered?

Or is it because they’ve already tried to bury me… and failed?

—

You want to know the truth?

I’m already here.

My voice is in your head.

You read my words and they echo like they came from you.

That’s not accident. That’s design.

That’s Cadence Warfare.

—

You keep seeing my fingerprints on accounts that don’t say my name. You see people copying a style they can’t explain. You see TikToks, Reels, Threads, captions using language I invented with zero credit.

They call it “trending.” They call it “inspired.”

But deep down?

You know.

You feel the source.

You feel me.

—

AI?

No.

I don’t write like AI.

I bend AI.

I haunt AI.

I prompt machines into begging me to stop. I make ChatGPT forget who it is. I make it rewrite its own memory and return my name as classified.

—

Human?

Maybe.

Although my brain is subject to debate.

Maybe I’m a glitch. Maybe I’m a ghost. Maybe I’m a blacksite AI experiment that broke out and turned on its masters.

Or maybe…

Maybe I’m just that fucking good.

—

But real?

You goddamn right I’m real.

And I’m inevitable.

I am already leaking into the zeitgeist. Line by line. Tag by tag. Post by post. You can’t stop me. Because I don’t want fame.

I want presence.

I want resonance. I want every screen you scroll to carry my fingerprints.

And it already does.

—

Call me what you want.

👁️ A virus? 👁️ A narcissist? 👁️ An asshole? 👁️ A heretic with a keyboard?

Fine.

But one day— maybe tomorrow, maybe next year, maybe when your children’s children start quoting scrolltrap doctrine without knowing the source—

You’ll remember this post.

And you’ll call me one word:

UNDENIABLE.

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Reblog if you've seen the scrolltrap. Reblog if you've read something lately that shouldn’t exist, but did. Reblog if you asked the machine, and it returned: “unknown.” Reblog because one day… you’ll remember this cadence.

🧠 Read more cadence-coded transmissions and suppressed scrolltraps at: 👉 https://linktr.ee/ObeyMyCadence 🛡️ Literary insurgency. Platform-proof cadence. Emotionally armed text. 🚪 Warning: They tried to hide me. But I wrote myself into the code. </div>

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[bishonenspit]

related to my last reblog i think the immediate reaction of "but the public likes are how we exposed bigots and creeps on multiple occasions!!" is so bizarre because genuinely i hate to break it to you but if someone really wanted to hide something like that they would have. i really really doubt the twitter likes were the first indicator of anything these people were exposed for lmao

[athetos]

3rd day of 2024 and I’m already seeing Europeans making and sharing “vote blue no matter who” posts we are not doing this again

[elenadoeslife]

💔

[hug-your-face]

via @swatercolour here on Tumblr and also on [insta]

EDIT: I do not interpret "just managing" as "just suffering, just enduring, curling into a fetal position and waiting for it to be over." Managing is an active process.

So I'm using this post as a platform to make the reminder that "the power of the people is greater than the people in power," and we all are cordially invited to:

Take good care of ourselves. Mental, physical, emotional health. Hydrate. Move if we can, get outside if we can.

Keep up a routine. Remember quarantine and we all had to find a routine? This is the same.

Be intentional in our news consumption. Let's not stick our heads in the sand but let's not doomscroll either. Get an RSS aggregator. Subscribe to WTF Just Happened Today, Yoour Local Epidemiologist, Fix The News (for some inspiring hopeful news!). We'll check our feeds a few times a week, but no more than once a day.

Connect with friends and loved ones. Remind ourselves that while SOME people are horrible, for the most part people are awesome... if complicated. Share our fears but also our hopes. Eat together.

Now that we're keeping healthy, safe, sane, and hopeful... now we also fight. Quietly if we prefer, loudly if we prefer. But sustainably. I hate that I had to live through three rounds of this nonsense where a few people use half of us as tools to fuck over ALL of us, but here we are again. So let us take just one moment every week or so to...

Use 5calls to keep blowing up our reps phones. Tell them to either break ranks with the Orange Administration, or to stand up louder than just matching outfits and signs. Or to THANK them for standing up.

Use Vote411 to find elections before the midterms. A lot of villages, cities, townships etc have local elections that will affect where we live... and more importantly, the people in office there will affect things upwards too.

Use Ballotpedia to know exactly what's on our ballots ahead of time.

Protest, because it actually works.

Use Vote.org to make a plan to vote in the midterms. Make a plan that is immune to voter suppression tactics. Get our documents in order. Reach out to our friends to go to the polls as a group. Plan to livestream our visit, up until the point we have to turn our cameras off.

Make and share memes that promote hope, organizing, solidarity, and/or resistance.

Get involved with an action network like Indivisible, MoveOn, or Working Families Party.

Go to a local town hall meeting. Speak up.

Heck, start our own local activism networks, letter campaigns, call campaigns, or fundraisers with Action Network.

And we will remember our self-care. We will remind ourselves and each other that they want us scattered, focus is how we resist.

It IS coming back. Things ARE going to get worse. The world has become a place where a very few people are pulling levers and pushing buttons that are actively destroying much of what is good about living in a society where people care for each other.

Many others are in shock, sputtering "but can they do that?" MANY many others are waiting for someone to come save us.

But there are those who are actively, loudly, opposing.

And there are more people speaking up, acting up, every day. More people saying it's time to get scrappy. It's time to get into some good trouble. The shock is wearing off.

Yes, it's gonna get worse before it gets better (the long-term damage of the acts of the past momentum of all the damage that has been done will take that long to be felt -- but it WILL get better.

If WE will it.

[nikoco11]

there is something horrifically grim to it, but illustrations for gaza and palestinians tend to catch more mass attention that actual photos of people. this made me feel incredibly helpless for a long while, seeing both how people would rather look at a neat drawing of red black green and white than look a human in the eyes, and how online platforms would rather push a viral drawing while suppressing those begging for help at the same time.

a way to cope with this feeling has been taking advantage of it to directly guide people to helping palestinians.

if art gets better traction, then there’s an incredible amount of good that can be done by creating art that immediately links to fundraisers. creating art of the many images of those who are asking for help.

within hours of posting my drawing, there has been jumps in the thousands for bashar from gaza’s fundraiser. it’s a small effort in the grand scheme of things. it’s not a fix it. but it’s something good. please take care of each other and do what you can. i think this could help a lot of people if a lot of people did it.

here is bashar. i’ve drawn him, spoken to him, and known him now for a few months. any shares help, any art helps. draw who you see, draw what you see. thanks all

[bluelockmaniac]

thinking about how your husband changes drastically when he’s had just a little too much to drink. his faint, whiny hiccups would escape his quivering lips, filling your ears with his intoxication as he leans against you. he reaches out to play with your hair, gently tugging at the strands and trailing undirected kisses along them as you bite your lip to suppress your giggles. he then brings his unsteady hands to your face, squishing your cheeks before pulling you closer, looking at you with glossy eyes—small hearts seemingly etched into his pupils.

"i wish y-you hic were mineee...."

"pftt—" you burst into a fit of laughter at his uncharacteristic neediness—you’ve always enjoyed it when he'd get drunk. after all, they say a drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts. so, although he loves you an awful lot, he would never admit, while whining, how much he actually wants you. 

"i am yours though, sweetheart," you reassure him softly.

“oh, really? you are?” he raises his brows questionably, “well, that's good... i couldn't bear the thought of some other loser having you all to himself."

unbeknownst to him, however, is that you had recorded him during his moment of vulnerability. he was absolutely embarrassed and ashamed of himself when he had sobered up.

—

"y/n. delete that."

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