#scrolltrap

[the-most-humble-blog]

Some people don’t just love you in this life. They’re waiting for the next one too. Even if they have to come back as your favorite T-shirt.

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🧠 Read more respect-coded doctrine and emotional architecture at: 👉 https://linktr.ee/ObeyMyCadence 🛡️ Masculine polarity. Scrolltrap psychology. Unforgiven words. 🚪 Warning: This one broke relationships. On purpose.

[mintconditioned]

attention is currency. stop giving it away for free.

every platform wants your attention because your attention = profit. tiktok, youtube, even your student portal — everything’s designed to keep you scrolling, spending, or stressing. time is a resource. start protecting it like your money.

but what does that actually mean?

it means that you’re not the customer on most apps — you’re the product. companies profit by selling your attention and data to advertisers. algorithms are designed to hijack your brain’s reward system—likes, follows, autoplay, endless scroll. none of that is an accident.

recently, the ftc hosted a 2025 workshop called “the attention economy: how big tech firms exploit kids and hurt families,” highlighting how platforms intentionally hook users.

studies show that 1 in 5 teens spends over 2 hours daily on tiktok—over recommended limits—and higher usage is linked to anxiety and lower self-esteem.

researchers also warn that algorithmic amplification (like tiktok’s for-you feed) fuels compulsive use by reinforcing targeted content deep into feeds.

here’s how to take your attention back and why it matters:

1. delete one app every weekend. just for two days. a brief digital detox, like removing social media apps over a weekend, can reduce stress and improve focus.

2. if you wouldn’t pay to see it, don’t give it your full attention. time is a resource—if content wouldn’t earn your money, don’t give your attention. treat it like currency.

3. make your phone boring. moving apps off your home screen and switching your phone to grayscale can reduce its addictive pull .

4. start “micro budgeting” your attention. time-blocking your screen use—like budgeting money—improves control and awareness over where your time goes .

5. set one hour a week as “no input” time. intentionally unplugged time helps spark creativity and mental clarity.

6. stop doomscrolling as “being informed.” reading endless crisis content at night increases anxiety—limiting you to scheduled, credible news consumption is healthier.

7. pay attention to what content energizes or drains you. teens who develop awareness of what content affects their mental health can proactively curate their online feeds.

your attention is your mental energy, your focus, your time. tech companies spend billions trying to hijack it. you don’t have to quit the internet — but you should treat your attention like money. once you give it away, you can’t get it back.

and your future, your mind, and your goals deserve better. sources:

federal trade commission. the attention economy: how big tech firms exploit children and hurt families. workshop, federal trade commission, 4 june 2025, ftc.gov/news-events/events/2025/06/attention-economy-tech-firms-exploit-children. accessed 25 june 2025.

bilali, angeliki, et al. “association between tiktok use and anxiety, depression, and sleepiness among adolescents: a cross‑sectional study in greece.” pediatric reports, vol. 17, no. 2, 2025, p. 34, doi:10.3390/pediatric17020034.

“teens, social media and mental health.” pew research center, 22 apr. 2025, pewresearch.org/internet/2025/04/22/teens-social-media-and-mental-health/. accessed 25 june 2025.

foo, bart. “can’t stop scrolling! adolescents’ patterns of tiktok use and digital well‑being.” humanities and social sciences communications, 2024, nature.com/articles/s41599-024-03984-5. accessed 25 june 2025.

[prayedafterreading]

🕯️🛐 FAIRYTALE REJECT

How do I get seen in a world where my longing is now illegal?

Where fire is feminist blasphemy, and a woman who wants a man is called brainwashed instead of brave.

I want him.

Not for his polish. But for the very things they shame: the broad shoulders, the fumbling honesty, the confused silence before he says the wrong thing, and means the right one. And keeps trying.

How do I let him know I still remember the stories. The ones they laugh at now. Where the brute who could crush a skull with one hand carved out space in his ribcage to hold the ache of the woman he loved more than himself. And bled for her.

Not in metaphor. In war.

How do I say: I still want that?

Not hashtags. Not sterile flirtation. Not “mutual partnerships” where no one leads, and no one dies for anything.

I want a man who would slaughter a thousand beasts because I cried. Who would die before letting my tears touch the ground alone.

But how do I say this in a sisterhood where blood is no longer sacred unless it's on the battlefield of corporate ambition? Where the cold hands of Father Time wrap around our ovaries like ivy around gravestones, and the labcoats come with freezer plans for futures we might never have the courage to thaw?

What do I do with this fairy tale still pulsing in my chest like an outlaw heartbeat?

Sometimes I wonder if I am doomed to die in the sister-circle of women who trained themselves to sneer at the very magic they once begged for as girls. Before the textbooks. Before the cubicles. Before the rage.

I kept mine. The story.

I kept him.

Even if he’s still just a shadow in the fog of this sterile world.

I remember the boy with a beast’s heart who flinched at nothing— except the pain in her eyes.

I want that.

Even if I have to stand alone to say it.

Even if he never comes.

I’ll die a romantic, with my battle cry tucked into the hem of my dress, still hoping for a man whose soul

remembers the tale too.

[little-snails-log]

TODAYS PROJECT:

Contemplating Cabinet

[clam-chowdah]

Repost to spread the Iridium spam 🩵💙💜

[languagegarden]

where do i live? according to my screen time i live somewhere i don’t want to spend all that much time though…over 22h?! not even whole 5 days in… i’m shocked idk i don’t want that.

what could i have done otherwise? listened to podcasts (spotify wasnt in my top used apps), read a book, done yoga, played with my cat, written in/learned my target languages (for that i dont need to spend HOURS on yt lol or insta…i dont like insta at all what am i doing there??)

[the-most-humble-blog]

Couldn't Help It.

Had to Reblog It.

Maybe you should too.

[the-most-humble-blog]

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🧠 FREE WRITING LESSON — THE MOST POWERFUL CHARACTER DEPTH TRICK YOU’LL EVER READ.

Let’s say your character sucks.

She’s flat. Predictable. “Strong” in all the wrong ways. Let’s call her Nicolle. Or Carol. Or whatever name Hollywood gave her.

She’s a superhero. She’s got powers. She’s got sarcasm. She takes no shit. She leads the squad. She’s admired by everyone — and loved by no one.

You’ve seen this character before. Now watch what happens when you give her one secret she doesn’t brag about.

Nicolle has two sons.

She’s raising them alone — to become men like her late father: A man who sacrificed everything to raise her after her mother disappeared, broke, or gave up.

The world sees Nicolle as the apex of visual empowerment. But the world doesn’t see:

The arguments with her boys’ father — about what being a real dad means.

The prayers whispered in the dark over a fevered forehead.

The way she ghosted the only man she maybe wanted, not because she’s flaky — but because she doesn’t know if wanting love makes her a bad mother.

The nights she tucks her boys in, then collapses into her bed, staring at the ceiling, heart full of ache, because she gave the world her strength but kept no one to hold hers.

They don’t see the days her sons cry after watching her get slammed through buildings on TV.

Held by the throat. Left for dead. Motionless for seconds too long. Until she rises — because she has to.

They don’t see the breakdowns. They don’t see her flinch.

They assume she doesn’t feel fear. But the truth?

She feels it every single time.

She’s not fearless. She’s never been. But fear is a luxury she doesn’t have.

That’s a luxury for men. She is a god. And she will make any threat scream that truth — as she crushes it beneath her bleeding hands.

Because when demons invade, tyrants rise, and monsters descend, She suits up.

Not for hashtags. Not for feminism. Not for attention.

She suits up because the idea of her sons growing up in a world she could’ve fought for and didn’t — is more terrifying than death itself.

And she will not let the universe teach her boys that their mother ever cowered.

🔺 THE TRIFECTA THAT MAKES ANY SUPERHERO NEXT-LEVEL:

Intimacy. Contradiction. Duty.

Intimacy gives them a soul — something they protect more than their own body.

Contradiction gives them depth — because perfection is forgettable, but conflict creates memory.

Duty gives them immortality — because we remember those who bled for more than applause.

Give a character that trifecta — and suddenly:

She’s not annoying. She’s haunting. She’s not fanfiction. She’s canon. She’s not shallow. She’s legend.

✍️ That’s how you fix a weak character. You don’t soften her. You give her something to fight that fists can’t touch.

And suddenly?

She’s not a girlboss. She’s the last myth your enemies ever tell themselves before they die.

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[swaggerdab]

don’t u ever just be vibin like damn life’s good i’m chillin i’m happy af n then boom the day’s over n u’re like ??? why do i feel like shit now lmao n then ur eyes get teary 4 no reason n ur brain’s like “let’s cry idk why” n next thing u know ur ass is scrollin tumblr at 5am 😮‍💨

[little-snails-log]

SNAIL SAYS BE WRATHFUL

[the-most-humble-blog]

“My therapist showed me this and left the room. Didn’t say a word. Just nodded like I was supposed to understand.” 😭🧼🧠 Reblog if you got it. Scroll if you’re emotionally constipated.

Let’s get cleaned by mama

[vero-niche]

they just approve anything to be blazed huh #they didnt need shoes

[little-snails-log]

I Love My Friends Of All Needs not because I get 2 be in public but because they are willing to stand by me when I need 2 scream.

I love My Friends who are Angel in the way that they *must fight* to be Seen As Human At All.

I Love My Friends that carve their scars and burns and LEGS INTO sculpture of any kind,

I love Us Who Will Never Walk Again. I walk 2 honor my Friend who have Died Of Plague because *I only survived* to Sing Requiem For Lost Clan.

I Gather Horses 2 me because they were once my brothers! I Gather Swan to me because they were once my Sisters!

I *weave* sackcloth & carry my G L A I V E to Combat because They Slaughtered My Family and All That Is Left Is Me.

I Pied Piper the Children's March to call down God from heaven. As Witness! To the suffering of Beth! Eliza! RUTH!

Woman cut hair & Weep because ALL sons have died!!!

I am Alchemically Grieving People I Never Met. Because my GRANDMOTHER was Named Mildred. And she was *beaten* for her Left Hand.

I GRIEVE my friend who were Born Poisoned. And had to Drag Themselves BY TEETH to the Vatican. I grieve like Marilla grieved the children she never had and the Child she raised into a World War.

I am going 2 Seminary AS WITNESS

To cry grief!!!

To wail & howl Cantós Lost.

It is not Mardí Gras if you do not Grieve the Dead Among You. Or the Patient Suffering Under Trauma so heavy it's a miracle she can be Lifted at all..

I am not a Christian or even a spiritualist! I am a Person Who Sees Too Well In The Dark Night and *will kill you* if you try to steal My Family Horse.

It's the only cattle left after they Burned My Pasture.

It's Avé Marié of the River You Floated down, barely alive & surprised to wash up on shore.

It's ELIZABETHS revelation and the child She Bore to show Mary the way.

dear autistics who

white

low support needs

not need 24/7 support

can work independently

can pay taxes

language privileged

intellectual & cognitive privileged

who can fit in societal definition of useful & productive (yes, even if hard)

when fight back against eugenics & ableism, you NEED to fight alongside, fight with, n fight for autistics who

radicalized & POC

from places of world where there critically lack autism knowledge n support

visibly autistic

higher support needs

need 24/7 care

can’t work independently or even work at all

can’t pay taxes

nonverbal, nonspeaking, minimally verbal, without functional communication, or cannot communicate via language at all even AAC

w intellectual disability or cognitive disabilities

who cannot fit into society definition of useful n productive, no matter how hard we try

because we always are & always will be primary target.

because we most vulnerable most marginalized within our, OUR community, which you belong in.

because once they finish us off you won’t be spared.

[rooftops-are-for-towels]

whoops gonna delete tumblr for a small bit again, gotta get back to not procrastinating-via-gettin-caught-in-scrolltraps

brb talk soon tata!