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PSA regarding tumblr’s latest Censorship Nightmare

For those of you who haven’t seen this announcement, tumblr recently made some changes to the iOS version of the app, purportedly to comply with Apple’s content guidelines. These changes took effect on Dec 21, starting in version 22.5.1 of the iOS app. As some of you may recall, Apple’s strict guidelines were the driving force for the infamous Great Purge of 2018, which coincidentally also happened around this time of year, but it seems banning all of the female-presenting nipples wasn’t good enough for Apple.

Below is a summary of the important changes. Note that these changes technically ONLY affect those using the iOS app. If you’re accessing tumblr through a different app or operating system (Google Chrome, Android app, etc) it won’t affect you directly but it will affect your followers who use iOS so you should definitely be aware of it.

The list of banned tags has been expanded. As before, there’s no way to know which words or phrases have been banned until you try searching for them, in which case you’ll either get no search results or the following message: “This content has been hidden because of potentially suggestive or explicit content.” You may think this doesn’t concern you if you don’t post explicit material, but do not make the mistake of expecting the banned tags to be logical or reasonable. I’ve already encountered multiple completely innocuous posts (random fandom gifsets) that seem to be hidden on iOS for no discernible reason.

Blogs that have been flagged as explicit can no longer be viewed. Previously, flagged blogs just had their posts hidden from searches, but if you knew the username you could still visit it after clicking through a warning about sensitive content. Now you can’t access it at all.

Likes and reblogs from blogs that have been flagged will no longer show up in your notes. This one won’t affect most people’s user experience as much as the others, but it does mean you may be missing notes. It’s unclear if likes and reblogs from flagged blogs will still count towards the overall note total (and only be missing from the activity feed and note viewer) but I suspect that’s the case.

THE BIG ONE: ANY POST TAGGED WITH A BANNED TAG WILL NO LONGER SHOW UP ON YOUR DASHBOARD. Previously, if you tagged a post with a banned word or phrase (even if the words were used inside another tag), that post would not show up in searches, but your followers would still be able to see it on their dashboard. Now those posts are hidden from your own followers as well. This includes both original posts and reblogs. And if that wasn’t bad enough, here’s the real kicker: even if you don’t tag something with one of the banned words, if the OP used a banned tag, any reblogs of that post will not show up on anyone’s dashboard (on the iOS app). The only saving grace here, and I hate to even call it that, is that the blocked posts are still visible if you visit a blog directly or if you have post notifications turned on.

As usual, tumblr was extremely unclear and evasive about all of this in their official announcement. Not surprising, of course, since if more people were aware of these new draconian tactics I can’t imagine there wouldn’t be more of an uproar about it. Tumblr claims that these changes are somewhat temporary and that they are currently working on something that will allow for a less restricted iOS experience, but they refuse to say what that something is and when it will be implemented. And let’s just say, considering their track record, I’m not hopeful.

All of this is horrible and infuriating for many reasons, but the worst part is how insanely counterproductive it is to creating the “safe” environment tumblr (or more specifically Apple) supposedly wants.

Tags have always been used for both blog organization and filtering purposes. Tagging posts with triggers and content warnings is a common practice that gives users the ability to filter out content they may find upsetting or just don’t don’t want to see for whatever reason. By choosing to ban a bunch of unlisted “sensitive content” tags, all they’re doing is encouraging people who want to share that kind of content to come up with alternative less well-known tags or simply not tag that content at all anymore if they want it to show up on their follower’s dashboards, thereby making it more likely for someone to encounter it when they didn’t want to.

So really, with all of the alleged concern for safety and “protecting the children,” all they’ve done is make tumblr less safe for everyone. Typical.

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characters who die and are resurrected

but will always remember exactly what death feels like

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1eyeheirachy​:

The ravens talk to one another, Odin only privy to their silent words before-

 “Its a scam.” the white one says, defitely sure that this is a scam. 

 “Yes, a scam.”  black one agrees. “One fucking massive one, fit for fools… Can we see how many patients you have?”

“How many-?!“

“I will forgive your ignorance this once on the grounds of your being little birds, but there is such a thing as doctor-patient confidentiality und I do value it! To disclose anything, even the number of patients under mein care, would be a breach of this contract!“

“... und the grand majority of them don’t reside in this city, besides. I can’t exactly show off mein greatest successes if they are not even here, ja?“

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1eyeheirachy​:

 “….”

“Ah, this must be… a scam.”

The black crow talks at last. 

“Ah, my pretty little friend, you’re mistaken!” He’s seen stranger, but the charm of a bird never fails to distract. “I’ve never had a surviving patient which didn’t benefit from my procedures!“

“Your Vater, for example! I’ve much experience in ocular surgery, I’m certain he could stand to benefit!“

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John Mulaney Quotes   {Sentence Starters}

“That’s illegal.”

“And that’s my WIFE!”

“This is the height of luxury!”

“Your opinion doesn’t matter.”

“Shut up! You’re all gonna die!“

“Why?…Why do you do this…?“

“I’m new in town and it gets worse.“

“I lived like a goddamn ninja turtle.”

“Oh, we’re gonna freak out so bad.”

“I don’t look older, I just look worse.“

“You know how I’m filled with rage?”

“I need everyone to like me so much!”

“Eat ass, suck a dick, and sell drugs.“

“I will pepper in the fact that I am gay.”

“And I said ‘no’… You know, like a liar.”

“Adult life is already so goddamn weird.“

“First off, get out of here with your facts.”

“I think I can get them to budge, let’s go.”

“No! That’s the thing I’m sensitive about!”

“I just wanna sit here and feed my birds.“

“We were little goblins. We were terrible.”

“Now, we don’t have time to unpack all that.“

“Because it’s the one thing you can’t replace.“

“I was just shiny, and dumb, and easy to trick.”

“I also don’t want me to be doing what I’m doing.“

“You have the moral backbone of a chocolate éclair.“

“Brush your teeth, now BOOM, orange juice! That’s life.”

“Why do people shush animals? They’ve never spoken.”

“ I’m so horny and angry all the time, and I have no outlet.“

“That’s what I thought you’d say, you dumb fucking horse.”

“She’s a dynamite bitch and she’s the best. She’s my hero.“

“In terms of like, instant relief, canceling plans is like heroin.”

“Whoa! That tall child looks terrible! Get some rest, tall child!”

“We started chanting, ‘McDonald’s, McDonald’s, McDonald’s!‘“

“I’ll keep all my emotions right here. And then, one day, I’ll die.“

“Then he ordered one black coffee for himself and kept driving.“

“Anyone who’s seen my dick and met my parents needs to die.”

“Just ‘cause you’re accurate does not mean you’re interesting…”

“I look back on being 17 and think, ‘Oh my God, how did I not die?‘”

“You are never too young to learn our national ‘no snitching’ policy.“

“You know those days when you’re like ‘this might as well happen’?”

“Something happened here. You hope it’s a miracle, but probably not.“

“Sometimes babies will point at me, and I don’t care for that shit at all.“

“And apparently I grabbed it, drank all of it, and said, ‘It’s perfume.’ And it was.“

“I try to stay optimistic… even though, I will admit, things are getting pretty sticky.”

“I never knew relationships were supposed to make you feel better about yourself.“

“It is 100% easier not to do things than to do them, and so much fun not to do them.”

“And everyone else joined in. A hundred drunk, white children yelling ‘fuck da police’!”

“I have a lot of stories about being a kid because it was the last time I was interesting.“

“My vibe is like, ‘hey you could probably pour soup in my lap and I’ll apologize to you’.”

“I am very small and I have no money… so, you can imagine the kind of stress that I am under.”

“The more you do stuff, the better you get at dealing with how you still fail at it a lot of the time.”

“They terrify me to this day because 8th graders will make fun of you but in an accurate way.“

“I quit drinking because I used to drink too much… then I would black out and I would ruin parties.”

“If you’re comparing the badness of two words and you won’t even say one of them, that’s the worse word.”

“College was like a four-year game show called ‘Do My Friends Hate Me or Do I Just Need To Go To Sleep?’“

“Hey, do you want me to kill that guy for you? Because it sounds like he sucks, and I will totally kill that guy for you.”

“I was always the squarest person in the cool room, and alternatively, sometimes the weirder person at the mainstream table.“

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“People aren’t vying for unnecessarily complex elective surgeries these days, it’s made my time here feel so empty!“

“Where are all the smokers looking for lung extensions? The runners after elastic tendons? Extra gallbladders!? It’s like nobody here cares for their health!“

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thirdchance​:

RE:CORE was like something from a dream – packed wall to wall with crates and stalls boasting all manner of vinyl discs, cassettes, and VHS tapes the likes of which Ayanami had never seen. Admittedly, she hadn’t taken this mission for entirely honest reasons, and standing in the entrance of the shop she felt a pang of guilt having travelled so far with little intention to see it through.

The shop itself was brimming with Ofiuclones – mechanisms that already raised the hairs on the back of her neck in discomfort. Her visit would have to be short – she would peek at a stall or two, and then leave while there was still time in the day to make herself useful.

Between the swarm of aphid-like clones and the non-apocalyptic culture shock RE:CORE was currently dealing her, Ayanami had hardly noticed the non-NPCs sprinkled in among the commercial chaos.

The voice behind her drew her attention away from the frenzy, and she turned her head to regard the stranger.

He looked like military, although for all Ayanami’s exposure to armed forces she could only place his accent, not his uniform.

“I thought video games were lost after Second Impact wiped half of the consumer population off the face of the Earth.” She replied flatly, without a trace of humor.

So much for that lifeline! The Medic had assumed himself clever in asking a member of the youth, having seen more than enough children running about with their Gamebro and Swatch consoles in his city-bound captivity.

A moment passes in which his expression is one of raised brows and a sort of bemusement more suited to a man finding a frog in his houseplants, rather than one faced with either grim portents of a future yet to pass or the confused musings of a feverish girl. Over-large hands land on his hips with a bounce of boot heels, all the while not taking his gaze from the intriguing stranger.

“… und what year does that happen?” It’s impossible to mask the amusement in his tone, try as he might not to chuckle in the face of predicted death, “Hoo! I’m sorry, but I didn’t even begin to consider that you might also be ein foreigner! I always forget about all this ah, the timey-schmimey business that happens here!”

“The last I recall hearing of video games was that they were coming out with little Pong machines for homes, a few of mein colleagues were excited about getting one.” A glance was thrown over her shoulder, frowning at a distant clone’s sudden interest in holding eye contact, “But this is besides the point. I need to find something called ‘Bambi’ und you mentioned that these things were lost for you, should I presume you’ve at least seen one in your life?”

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no offense but

send me your bones

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VINE SENTENCE STARTERS || this is, like, a 4 month old ask so uh

@gildedusurper said: ‘ road work ahead? uh yeah i sure hope it does ’

They nearly go veering out of the bike lane from the force of his sudden laughter, but thankfully the old saying rings true in that the Medic still has as much control over their shared mountain bike as he did in his youth. The absolute tragedy that would have been scuffed armor and spilled takeout would have surely been too much for either man to handle, otherwise!

The wind nearly steals his glasses as he glances back at his seated passenger, not to check that he’s still there (the arms around his waist tell him that much) but to make sure the same doesn’t steal his words.

“It’s a warning, mein mittelalterliche Mausbär, not a promise!” On cue, they whiz dangerously past a forest of traffic cones that he seems not to notice, “It’s telling us that road workers will be there!” … and almost into one such worker, though the man jumps aside just in time to save them the hassle of hitting a speed bump. “We need to get you on the road more often, road safety is ein important skill to learn!”

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It should have been such an easy task. The Medic was a frequent RE:CORE customer, still being very much in love with the music of his time, he should have been able to find the errant video game in an instant. Or, at least, he’d thought he would. Aside from the issue of several Ofiuclones clogging the isles and vying for the shelves upon shelves of browsing space, he didn’t actually know what he was looking for.

Video games weren’t a subject he’d paid any mind to since his arrival in the city and the concept was still in its infancy in the 1970s, he knew what an arcade cabinet looked like but a… what had the girl called it... a P.S… 2?

Asking for help was his only option and- no! He was not about to ask the bastard working the counter! He still wanted to shop there with his dignity in-tact once the quest was finished, thank you very much! Harassing a fellow customer was his only choice.

“Excuse me!” He spoke in hushed tones, lest any Ofiuclones hear him. “I apologize for the bother, but could you help me with something? It’s a little embarrassing, but I’ve been sent here to find ein video game und I’m afraid I don’t… really know what those look like these days.”

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Hi! The Medic got hit by the activity check, so I'm here to reapp! App can be found under /app

Welcome back to scenic Isola Radiale, Medic!

You’ll be staying in TOWNHOUSE 228!

You’ll retain everything you were given previously.

PLEASE NOTE: Because you were removed in an activity check, you have one week to make two in-character posts or else you will be considered inactive once more.

Enjoy your stay!

– ⋆ betelgeuse.

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“School is a scam! There is nothing in this world you cannot teach yourself, given you have the dedication und tools! The only real point in going is for the diploma, und even that can be easily forged with the right parchment.“

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You expect me to be a normal human being? I am wearing a lab coat

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gildedusurper​:

     The barest hint of cordial tones is all that he needs to feel an all too familiar fluttering in his core. Words soaked and filtered through his grand ego only to settle; nestled closely towards hidden insecurity. The lovingness felt, tender, roaring akin to an unkempt fire, blossomed further and further still as he could salvage nothing more from his shock beyond that of childish giggles. “ ‘Funny little man’, am I? ” A pause for reprieve. Basking in the warmth brought forth from their current conversation. Then comes a heavy swallow, heavily cooed words following suit. “ If I’m to hold to my honesty… I liked you then too. More so when you accepted my first of several invitations. It’s… It’s been quite an age since something of that sort happened. You claim I cured your horrid evening, but my heart, you saved me from years of absolute emptiness. ” 

     Then, and only then, had he found himself coming to an abrupt halt. The echoes of an annoyed man left far behind fade into nothing, leaving only the slightest ringing of static noise residing from the hanging line and his own steady breathing to be all his ears are greeted with amidst the stillness of the dead night. “ Nothing I could ever do or gift to you will ever suffice - repay you, I should say. ” His vision falters into a careless haze. Blurry, unfocused, fixated only upon fuzzy white dots pouring endlessly from the skies above.

     Tense muscles ease which much thanks to the soothness Ludwig had caused unintentionally - and it’s then that his mind trails. Soothing. The world had been all but a chaotic storm; crashing waves hitting heavily upon sea shores, shredding into the softened portions of land and further carving its way deeper into hardened stones. The sea, so to speak, had stolen many things. Hiding alluring secrets and both forgotten and unforgettable treasures of which he’d yearned endlessly for over the passing years. There was no safety in treading through that tormenting sea. Not yet - not until now - where safety and stability had been found. Built. 

     He knew then what love was. It wasn’t those giddy uproars or throbbing desires, nor the treasuring of bodies and beings and personalities. It was the safety. That comfort. A boat built upon several foundations solidified throughout the year, granting passage through a cruel and unforgiving ocean. Safety never guaranteed; the threat of a crash, sinking, drowning, it was always there. As it always would and always will be. Love was trusting - that even through the harshest winds and most vigorous waves pressuring those foundations - a hand would always be there. A boat would continue its course, keeping him afloat. 

      He felt safe. 

     He felt comforted. 

     Understood. 

     Heard.

     Hypnotic steps continue their route down familiar roads and familiar streets, towards a familiar place he safely called ‘home’. Not thinking on anything further than his unusual, sporadic analysis. Not until ‘Cotes’ is recognized. A jolt, then a pivot, quick to turn in another direction - enroute towards the nearest transport memorized. 

“ Such a tease… ”

“ …Alas, it will take me some time to meet you there, Lulu~! But I know you love waiting for me, don’t you? I’d be just as excited if my own self were on his merry way to greet me. ”

“The funniest.” Words spoken through light laughter match an even airier mood, expression uncharacteristically tender in those moments before the soft click of a door closing drifts through the receiver. A chill gust encourages those very same chuckles to abruptly end in a shiver in what, audibly, could have been considered a comical hoo’ing cacophony, “Ha... I forget all the time how long you’ve been here...” The chill seems to seep further than the level at which skin resides, somehow piercing cool weather wears and melting into his core to culminate in a feeling that couldn’t quite be called dread, but perhaps a bedfellow of the very same.

It was common knowledge, to the Medic, that his lover was a resident of several years’ tenure within the city. A sinking confliction arose with every reminder that he was permitted to ruminate on, a previous life full of that which was still so very dearly missed at war against what he’d only just begun to build behind stranger walls, every want for the Old laced with guilt in knowing that the New would be abandoned should he receive it. Worse still was the knowledge that he might be forced to leave it behind irregardless of desire.

“We were both such fools, ja?” There would never be any outward sign of the fear felt each time the knight professed undying loyalty, or none too obvious, nor of the very same he felt in regards to the swelling of warmth felt in his own heart for the other. Dull terror warned him that he’d loved so quickly once before, that the intensity with which he’d been burnt had been a product of his own fierce dedication turning inward. “Mein Schatz...”

The potential for words, for catharsis, existed; a practiced profession that the warmth he’d shown in those months was truthfully more akin to roaring flames, something that he’d grown all but certain of being a shared trait between the two, accompanied further by the admittance that his fear of such heat had been changed by days spent with a man whom he felt was properly true.

For it had taken such time to realize that his fears no longer applied only to the potential of personal loss…but also to that potential destruction any void he, himself left behind might cause. The strength of the knight’s love in the face of an uncertain future worried him, bringing to mind the broken man the doctor had been in years past. The unique situation brought on by their captors had forced the younger to lose dear friends, of course, but lovers..?

He wanted desperately to make his worries known... and, at the same time, to bare his heart to one he felt deserved it.

... but such complicated conversations were best put off indefinitely saved for more opportune moments, when nerves were at their best, for he’d been walking in shared silence for some time. Teasing tones and sweetly gifted pet names put a spring back in his step as his own transport entered view.

“You understand me too well, Auggi!” His accent does horrible things to the syllables, “Anticipation always makes the reward all the sweeter, a surprise works no differently! That said, I’m already looking forward to seeing you after all those torturous hours I spent without you helping with mein studies. My eyes need more pleasant sights!”