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I randomly found this in the many replies and had to take a step back. You were browsing the internet unsupervised without any parental monitoring yet blame a website for your exposure to pornography? You condemn an entire community that is all about self, same and consensual for your misguided forays into BDSM? Once again you blame the internet for this?

As a Christian I am sure you are familiar with the whole concept of not judging others, yes?

Please take a step back here and reflect on how you are so eager to blame everyone else instead of your parents/guardians, or yourself. I am a mother of a pre-teen who happens to attend a Christian school because I like the ground principles, not so much the common Christian. You can bet that there is no such thing as unlimited, unsupervised internet use. But I am also aware of the fact that there is absolutely no way parents can shelter their children and instead of them being exposed to third hand nonsense we established a good relationship that leads to my child knowing they can ask any question at any time, without judgement. We are teaching about tolerance, about consent, about accepting that everyone is different. You know, like Christians. Minus the church.

TL;DR: How about parents actually start caring about what their children are up to and people accepting some responsibility? How about live and let live. And using the freaking safe mode function.

I would apologize for responding to a stranger's post but that's the beauty of social media, isn't it. You're exposed to things you might not like, but unlike NSFW content there is no feature to hide bigotry and self righteousness.

A better, more positive Tumblr

Since its founding in 2007, Tumblr has always been a place for wide open, creative self-expression at the heart of community and culture. To borrow from our founder David Karp, we’re proud to have inspired a generation of artists, writers, creators, curators, and crusaders to redefine our culture and to help empower individuality.

Over the past several months, and inspired by our storied past, we’ve given serious thought to who we want to be to our community moving forward and have been hard at work laying the foundation for a better Tumblr. We’ve realized that in order to continue to fulfill our promise and place in culture, especially as it evolves, we must change. Some of that change began with fostering more constructive dialogue among our community members. Today, we’re taking another step by no longer allowing adult content, including explicit sexual content and nudity (with some exceptions).  

Let’s first be unequivocal about something that should not be confused with today’s policy change: posting anything that is harmful to minors, including child pornography, is abhorrent and has no place in our community. We’ve always had and always will have a zero tolerance policy for this type of content. To this end, we continuously invest in the enforcement of this policy, including industry-standard machine monitoring, a growing team of human moderators, and user tools that make it easy to report abuse. We also closely partner with the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children and the Internet Watch Foundation, two invaluable organizations at the forefront of protecting our children from abuse, and through these partnerships we report violations of this policy to law enforcement authorities. We can never prevent all bad actors from attempting to abuse our platform, but we make it our highest priority to keep the community as safe as possible.

So what is changing?

Posts that contain adult content will no longer be allowed on Tumblr, and we’ve updated our Community Guidelines to reflect this policy change. We recognize Tumblr is also a place to speak freely about topics like art, sex positivity, your relationships, your sexuality, and your personal journey. We want to make sure that we continue to foster this type of diversity of expression in the community, so our new policy strives to strike a balance.

Why are we doing this?

It is our continued, humble aspiration that Tumblr be a safe place for creative expression, self-discovery, and a deep sense of community. As Tumblr continues to grow and evolve, and our understanding of our impact on our world becomes clearer, we have a responsibility to consider that impact across different age groups, demographics, cultures, and mindsets. We spent considerable time weighing the pros and cons of expression in the community that includes adult content. In doing so, it became clear that without this content we have the opportunity to create a place where more people feel comfortable expressing themselves.

Bottom line: There are no shortage of sites on the internet that feature adult content. We will leave it to them and focus our efforts on creating the most welcoming environment possible for our community.

So what’s next?

Starting December 17, 2018, we will begin enforcing this new policy. Community members with content that is no longer permitted on Tumblr will get a heads up from us in advance and steps they can take to appeal or preserve their content outside the community if they so choose. All changes won’t happen overnight as something of this complexity takes time.

Another thing, filtering this type of content versus say, a political protest with nudity or the statue of David, is not simple at scale. We’re relying on automated tools to identify adult content and humans to help train and keep our systems in check. We know there will be mistakes, but we’ve done our best to create and enforce a policy that acknowledges the breadth of expression we see in the community.

Most importantly, we’re going to be as transparent as possible with you about the decisions we’re making and resources available to you, including more detailed information, product enhancements, and more content moderators to interface directly with the community and content.

Like you, we love Tumblr and what it’s come to mean for millions of people around the world. Our actions are out of love and hope for our community. We won’t always get this right, especially in the beginning, but we are determined to make your experience a positive one.

Jeff D’Onofrio CEO

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“I apologize for anything I might have done. I was not myself.” “I apologize for shooting you in the leg.” said Lila. “I was myself entirely.”

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I have a thing for trying to fix burning dumpster fires. You kinda fill one plot hole only to turn around and find five more - three of them just exploded, one is ticking ominously and the fifth? Is winking at you with it's dead, cold eyes.

Don't get me wrong, I love a well thought out premise, beautiful world building, well developing characters. But a great idea that's never been done justice, a plot that starts out great but the author was killed and replaced by a lizard halfway through? That's my jam.

Controversial opinion, but ur allowed to like things that suck

Like, sometimes there are just shows or books that are so goddamn awful for any number of reasons… But ya still like ‘em somehow, and that’s fine

It’s not required to write a 20+ page essay defending why you enjoy something shitty, you can just… Enjoy shitty things

Not all content is made equally and you’re allowed to like things that are far from perfect

Like, just, “This show sucks, but I like it anyway” is a totally valid response

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Crying.

During the stampede season, all Albertan’s gain similar plumage consisting of plaid, denim, cowboy hats, and boots. Scientists are still unsure what the purpose is, however it may involve survival from predatory Ontarians.

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Relatable posts vol. 8976

“I feel misrepresented in the media.”

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All’s we know is that God has a crappy taste in music. I like jazz.

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Judas Touch pt. 7

So, uhm? Anyone still interested in this? Let me know if you want to be tagged in future, random surprise installments. I’m not even going to tag anyone in this because yeah. Embarrassing long time is embarrassing.

This still contains language and smut and violence, although this chapter only needs a nudity warning. Sorry. No smut. But angry, vengeful Eric. Yay!

Here are the previous chapters, if you need a refresher. Of course you do, it’s been forever and a day.

PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR PART FIVE PART SIX

The next morning it feels like the entire Faction is playing War Games inside my head and my mouth feels like I have spent the entire night sucking on some sweaty wool socks. The thought makes me gag, which in turn has me contemplate crawling into the bathroom to get this misery over with. But that would entail getting up, which I’m less  inclined to do now that I noticed my exact position. I’m pleasantly warm, thanks to the fact that Eric turned up the heat last night and because he is half on top of me, arms on both sides of my body, one leg slung over me as if he is trying to shield me from ricocheting bullets. Which I can assure you are not an imminent danger even under the worst circumstances, but still.

Trying to ignore the pounding in my head I begin to trace the lines of the ridiculous maze tattoo on his right arm, letting my thoughts wander. When was I this drunk last? Probably while still in school when this older guy told us he had an awesome connection to a few Amity who were distilling their own alcohol in a shed behind the house.

That was the night I learned not to trust anyone with the last name Pedrad.

Eric stirs and stretches languidly, which pushes his hips against me in the best kind of ways, both reminding me of my current state of undress and a certain pressure at the base of my spine that may or may not demand attention.

When I finally arrive in the real world Eric is smirking at me in that annoyingly attractive way that he has, undoubtedly enjoying my miserable state. Before he can start to goad me and ruin both our days my mouth decides to go ahead and shock us both.

“So, I’ve been thinking. I guess I could marry you.”

Leave it to me to accept his less than usual and rather unenthusiastic proposal in an even less enthusiastic way because apparently we are still competing for who cares less about the other. But he did take care of me during my embarrassing breakdown last night, which makes him the only person on this planet that has seen me this weak since I was six and got really sick. It’s either kill him or marry him, with the latter being the only logical option because the sex is way too good to waste his life like that. I’m allowed to be selfish, I didn’t get Abnegation for a reason. Well, many reasons but this is definitely one of them.

Eric frowns at me, undoubtedly watching me for any hints that point at me joking while he processes the information. It’s unnerving, because I suddenly think that maybe he wasn’t really serious, that he was merely joking and now I went ahead and made myself look like an even bigger idiot than usual, especially after last night. I mean, he saw me bawl my eyes out, sort of. Not very attractive, right. Maybe I’ll be going to the bathroom after all, if I drink a bottle of his aftershave that should be enough to kill me, right.

Then he shifts and positions himself between my legs, his face right in front of mine. He still looks strangely blank, calculating away with his damn Erudite brain that I will smash out of his skull with his damn bedside lamp in mere seconds. Then I see a spark of humor in his eyes and I swear, if he taunts me now he is so dead…

“Are you sure you’re not still drunk, if I call Max he will want to meet with both of us and if there’s so much as a hint of you not being of sound mind…”

I reach out to punch his face but it lacks any power because I’m buried underneath him, there isn’t much room to really get speed going and because I’m also feeling strangely weak and tired, almost as if someone has sucked all life out of my body.

“I swear, Eric, if you don’t stop behaving like an asshole…” I grit out between clenched teeth, before I stop myself. Because he’s chuckling. That pompous asshole has the audacity to laugh at me!

“You know that he might actually shed a tear, right. He’s been dreaming about this.”

“Shut the fuck up, Eric. I’m changing my mind already.”

He chuckles again and dips his head down to bite at my neck, which is familiar territory and a lot more acceptable than this talking bullshit. My hand finds purchase in his hair, which is, to my pure and utter delight, free of any styling products and ready to be messed with. My fingers clench into a fist, trapping a chunk of curls between them and he growls - again, to my delight. My attempt to get out from underneath him by flipping us over is thwarted but I didn’t actually, really try because the pressure inside me is intensifying and Eric seems to instinctively pick up on that, he grinds his hips against me and the little bit of friction is enough to distract me. There is something to be said about making out in the morning, still somewhat sleepy and slow, and it helps distract me from the fact that I completely embarrassed myself last night.

Just as he slowly lifts up my leg to position himself there is a knock on the door, actually more of a persistent pounding with a fist that we both ignore because it’s not even six in the morning and we’re dead to the world. Or rather, the world is dead to us. To my dismay it doesn’t stop, it just gets louder and faster until it sounds like someone is actually kicking the door and Eric growls, pushes himself off the bed and hastily pulls on a pair of pants that do very little to hide what we were about to do. Combined with his messy hair, his naked torso and the patented death glare he looks downright edible and I decide to stay right where I am until he has drop kicked the intruder into the chasm and we can pick up where we left off.

Judging by the tone of his voice the chances of that are dwindling rapidly.

Two minutes later he comes back with an expression promising murder and mayhem, which is my second favorite after the one promising sex and right now that is the only one I really want to see. For a moment he gets my hopes up when he pulls his pants down, but only to stomp into the bathroom and take a quick shower. I guess that is my cue to get up as well and I decide to head into the kitchen to get the coffee going, not bothering to put on any clothes since I will take a shower in approximately two minutes because Eric is very efficient when I’m not distracting him.

The sound of a throat clearing somewhere behind me nearly has me drop the mug I just pulled out of the cupboard and I slowly turn around to see Four leaning against the wall by the door, trying his very best not to look even in my general direction.

“Good morning, sunshine,” I say loudly, deciding that now is not the time to run back into the bedroom like some embarrassed teen. I look like hell, my hair's a mess, there’s bruises everywhere and well, I’m naked, which could be the main source of his discomfort. Because you never quite lose certain traits of your Faction of origin and he is so obviously a Stiff that I’m surprised that most people don’t see it. “This has to be important if they send you here and Eric didn’t kill you for rudely interrupting us.”

There’s the hint of a smirk on his face that I can only see because Four hasn’t turned his head all the way to the opposite wall. Fucking hell, that guy needs to loosen up already, he’s been here for years.

“Factionless attacked a patrol squad right around where they took you, he wanted to know the moment anything happened in that sector so. Here I am.”

All thoughts of morning workouts in bed, showering, even breakfast are suddenly very unappealing to me. Without a word I head back towards the bedroom and bump right into Eric who is in the process of pulling a shirt over his carefully made up head. It’s astonishing how quickly he can get his hair into that odd shape, considering how it looked awfully curly just moments ago. When his head appears again through the hole in the fabric he raises an eyebrow at me.

“Not sure how I feel about my wife parading around naked in front of the Stiff.”

I smile the fakest smile I have ever smiled and pat his arm, making sure to slap the exposed skin hard enough to leave a red spot.

“I’m sure you’ll figure that out by the time I actually become your wife. Make sure you don't get any silly ideas about telling me what to do though, that knife in your throat would hurt like a bitch. Oh, coffee is ready.”

It takes five minutes to shower and get dressed, when I get back they have left already but it’s not like I don’t know where I will find them. So I grab my coffee and make my way to the control room, seeing two whole people on my way there. This getting up early business stinks worse than Amity.

Eric and Four are hunched over a screen, their voices barely audible over the chaos that has swept up the usually tranquil place and that is not helping my headache at all. I step over to them, barely avoiding another fucking Pedrad and if he had spilled my coffee I would have had no choice but to spill his blood. I swear, this family is like a pack of extremely annoying rats.

Four turns around at the sound of my swearing and waves me over, his expression suitable for an Abnegation funeral. Eric looks like a dog that has scented something delicious and vulnerable so I have at least an idea what might await me. He makes room for me as Four zooms in on a still of the surveillance footage they were looking at, honing in on a tall man with long, shaggy hair. There is no need for questions, even if their faces hadn't told me everything I needed to know, that ugly mug has been in enough of my nightmares.

“It's him.”

I haven't even uttered the second word when Eric springs into action, barking at a few  waiting soldiers to gear up and get the rest of their team if they don't want a lifetime of night shifts at the fence. Before he leaves he turns towards me and smirks.

“Told you. Guess you'll have to talk to Max by yourself. I'll be back this afternoon.”

I know better than to protest, time is running out and I'm in no shape to go back out there again. Going against all better judgement I grab the front of his vest and pull him towards me for a kiss, which has nothing to do with the knowledge that he will be facing the guy that held me captive very, very shortly.

“You better get back in one piece. If I’m forced to marry anyone else in this shitbucket we might as well blow up the entire compound right now.”

With a sardonic smirk Eric closes the distance between us, kisses me in a way that has me on my toes with tangled up insides within seconds, and leaves me with a slap on the ass. Not another word is spoken, and I watch him saunter off, barking orders.

“So it’s actually true. We’re all so fucked.”

I whip around and glower at Zeke, but before I can unleash my fury on the kid Four slides into view, pointing at the door. “Max wants to see you, if you hurry you can get back here and watch, I’ll get you more coffee.”

He would make such a great mother, it’s not even funny. Speaking of, I have been ignoring several messages from mine, and I guess I’ve been back for a while and haven’t talked to her yet. We have not had the best relationship a mother and daughter could have. Muttering a few curses about the overall unfair state of the universe I spin around and stomp out of the room, pointedly ignoring Pedrad and his buddies moaning about the impending end of our world.

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“Am I a good person? No. But do I try to be better every single day? Also no.”

— Lila (via incorrectsom)

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So ...

I kind of forgot that there is something other than work and sleeping in life and that no matter what I do there are certain characters that will never leave me alone. Then I was idly scrolling through some pictures looking for a new haircut and found Mina.

Long story short, I've got the next chapter of Judas Touch almost done and once I'm done hanging my head in shame I will post it.

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I am returning from the dead to chime in because my favorite part is Eric taking cover behind that skinny tree like a toddler playing hide and seek by covering his eyes. I think I gave up on that movie shortly after that because there wasn't enough tequila around to make it bearable.

The whole story is so full of plot holes it's a fucking colander, but I will die defending this glorious dumpster fire because there's just so many talented writers that manage to salvage the good parts (yeah, yeah, Eric. I'm biased, come fight me) and turn them into shiny fics.

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It’s so good to return after an extensive health break to see my dash is still a mix of Eric and Jai dick. Y’all never let me down.

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I'm so sorry that I'm still not really active here - I'm lurking from time to time, and I'm okay, but I'm in a place right now mentally where everything seems too exhausting and all I want is to curl up under blankets and watch That 70's Show because I'm not craving food but shows and movies. It shall get better soon-ish and I will return to writing and pestering people.

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I do apologize for my absence, I seem to have caught a malicious parasite that is living inside me and feeding off my body for the next few months, which at least explains why I've been feeling like utter shit. Please pray for me because if it's another boy I will have to throw myself off a cliff.

But only after I named him Boomerang. Seeing how all the other parents are going nuts with names he'd fit right in.

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So, could someone do me a favor and write a short little thing about how Boomer got Pinky so my brain can give it a rest? Thanks 😁