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I realized this when I learned how debts can be sold off to collection companies at a loss, because it's not so much about actually recouping the original cost, it's about having the ability to control someone financially by having ownership of their debt.

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"Tumblr sexyman" used to be a pejorative term to describe a very particular kind of fangirl obsession object. But it escaped containment and people just started using it to describe any dude character that fangirls liked too intensely or too visibly for some folks' taste.

You know, like how "mary sue" transmutated into a catch-all epithet for "any female character who has more power or good fortune within a story than they 'deserve.'"

There's no descriptive term for something fangirls are involved with that won't escape beyond its original context to be weaponized in a way that just prevents them from having any fun at all.

tumblr sexyman is a term that has lost all value and comedic worth to be quite clear

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Everyone should be free to learn whatever esoteric knowledge interests them. More knowledge, more specialized, known by more people, is a net positive for ALL of us

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Reblogging this given all the current events regarding college protests, could you imagine a predictive text algorithm trying to write a news brief about a dean calling for the arrest and suspension of students that involuntarily turns into an SPN omegaverse drabble?

Imagining all the algogen slop that comes out of the Tumblr scraping and realizing any university trying to churn text copy is fucked because the way this site will train it, it will assume "Dean" is always and only followed by "Castiel"

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Assorted little Lions En Masque. Still my favorite OC, the unholy amalgamation of Aslan from Narnia, Coyote from Gunnerkrigg Court, the Roller Dragon from Unico and the Island of Magic, with just a pinch of Blue Submarine on top.

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Sometimes I wish I could give myself the grace, human kindness, and allowance for redemption that I give to all these hot angsty anime dudes that I end up infatuated with when I see my own issues demonstrated in them.

"He keeps himself distant and emotionally uninvolved because he thinks he's not deserving of love for the choices he made in his life, but he's still got a good heart deep down, and for some goddamn reason I cannot be that charitable to myself when I'm struggling with the same problem."

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I will NEVER forget the time I was dating a girl and went on a camping trip with her and her family, and we were hanging out drawing together, and she said "hey mom check this out" and showed her mother a suggestive Team Fortress 2 fanart she was working on and my eyes nearly shot out of my skull

nothing makes me go "ooooh we are NOT the same" quite like reading some post about how people talk with their parents about their interests. what do you mean you told your father about stevebucky. what do you mean he asked further questions

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“Toothy Beast Movement Study”, 2007

 By: EVA FUNDERBURGH….

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Always a big fan of the details in this scene: Scotty's gradually increasing frustration, the fact that he's totally put upon by the retro technology but still takes on keyboard entry like a rockstar, the manufacturing guy getting more and more flabbergasted at the implication of what kind of tech these randos who have appeared in his plant might be using at their own place.

Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home (1986) // Dir. Leonard Nimoy

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I was not made for the grind, I was made to be decay, existing as an extant form of life.

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i already have a job and it's called keeping myself alive. why do i have to be employed on top of that

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Co-signed

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No one is born knowing how to do or be. We have to practice. We practice until we become.

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"Isn't it exhausting being someone you're not?"

"No! Isn't it exhausting being the same?"

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I got so mad at how perfectly this described my own struggles with eroticism as a woman who feels undesireable and therefore alienated from the experience of the erotic, only to end in a joke.

The straight woman is unsatisfied with straight studio porn. She wants to get off to something in which the actors actually emote and show passion beyond canned moans from the women and, at best, vacant grunts from the men. She turns to gay porn. She knows it's not "for her," but neither was the straight porn, and at least the actors look like they're enjoying themselves. And for a short while she is satiated by Sean Cody et al, but she runs into the same problems she had to begin with. She was not looking at sex but a simulacrum of sex, trapped in Plato's cave. Unsatisfied, she turned to vintage gay porn, harkening to a time when most gay bars still had darkrooms and reliably smelled of piss and Amyl Nitrite. Here was the real thing, in all its animalistic passion. But she still couldn't immerse herself in the fantasy. She wanted the media to engage with her own imagination and meet her half-way, rather than having it spoonfed to her onscreen. She turned to yaoi, with its elongated figures reminiscent of mannerist portraiture, then bara, including hardcore BDSM scenes. But the tactile sensations depicted in the pages didn't do justice to their real life counterparts. She turned deeper into her own imagination, this time reading erotica. No, not the poolside paperbacks sold at Barnes and Noble. The good shit. Why then, was she still not satisfied? She dug deeper, searching for the true meaning of eroticism. She studied the psychoanalysis of Freud, the cultural criticism of Susan Sontag, the feminist poetry of Audre Lorde. She took vacation time and flew to Europe, starting at the caves of Lascaux to explore the human urge to create, then traversed the Camino de Santiago on foot, along the way meeting a 56 year old carpenter from Burgos named Andrés, with whom she had an explosive affair. They both knew it couldn't last, which made them cherish each other's touch all the more. Upon flying home, she gave up. If her search for true eroticism never bore fruit this whole time, why would it now? It would take years before she stumbled upon the answer by pure happenstance: dubstep.