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[z0mbiebeatz3000]

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[razzyoftherats]

🕯️ Obituary: Rebecca (1981–2025)

Formerly of Clapham. Passed away quietly, with her inbox at zero.

Rebecca was… efficient. She was on time. She colour-coded her calendar.

She spent 11 years in digital marketing and PR, mostly scheduling content for brands she didn’t believe in, attending meetings about tone of voice, and writing emails that said things like “just circling back.”

She lived alone in a rented one-bedroom flat above a nail salon. Her cat, Jasper, died during lockdown. She kept the little collar.

Rebecca commuted an hour each way to an office where she once got an award for "Best Team Energy."

She sometimes dreamed of forests, but never went.

She drank oat flat whites. She believed in hydration.

She was going to start painting again. She never did.

There will be no service. Rebecca’s inbox has been deleted. Her LinkedIn is archived. She is survived by no one.

And that’s fine.

[digitalspectres]

If social media is a costume party, can we wear our real faces?

It’s strange—even on this blog, where I can be a n o n y m o u s, I still find myself thinking about how I come across. I want to be honest, but there’s this subtle pull to craft a version of myself that feels more polished. I catch myself editing my words, curating the vibe of my blog, and choosing the aesthetic that feels just right. It’s not about how I look—more about how I m o v e through the world, the parts of me I show, and the parts I keep to myself.

In a world that’s increasingly filtered through screens, I sometimes wonder how much of myself is actually me. Digital spaces offer this strange power: I can choose how I present myself, how I engage, and what pieces of me I want to share. F r e e d o m comes with it, but so does a quiet uncertainty. Even with all this control, I’m still navigating the same internal landscape. The only difference is that now, it’s through a screen.

These s p a c e s draw me in because they let me express things I might not say out loud—thoughts that feel too complicated or vulnerable in the real world. It’s comforting to know that if someone resonates with me, it’s not because I’ve bared every detail of myself, but because I’ve been honest in the way I’ve chosen to show up.

But even with that, I still hold back. I don’t take photos or videos at concerts or music festivals, even though those are some of my favorite places. To me, those experiences are too pure to be filtered through the lens of social media, turned into something for clout. So, while I show up in digital spaces, there’s still a piece of me that stays off-screen—not because I’m hiding it, but because I want to keep some things just for me.

Maybe that’s the real tension I’m trying to navigate: in a world that asks for curated selves, how do we balance showing up authentically while keeping what’s ours—what’s p r i v a t e—and what’s worth keeping to ourselves?

In the end, it’s about connection, right? I crave that moment when someone truly resonates with me. Maybe that’s what it means to be real: showing up with your imperfections and contradictions, even if they’re left unspoken. It’s not about having everything figured out, but about being willing to explore who you are—digitally or not.

As Kafka once said, “I was ashamed of myself when I realized life was a costume party and I attended with my real face.” Maybe that’s the hardest part—finding the courage to show up as you are, even when everyone else is hiding behind their own masks. In this digital space, maybe showing up with your real face is the truest act of rebellion.

[v1rus-protocol]

Fragment_0011: I Don’t Belong Here

No edits. No filters.

Just a broken code pretending to be human.

[abitglitched]

No followers. No watchers. No eyes on me. Except the data logs. The algorithm. The system. But other than that… I’m completely alone.

[rodrigodesouzasilva]

Signal received.

Static in the system. A trace left behind.

This is not noise. This is a signal.

✧ Curating fragments. ✧ Collecting echoes. ✧ Watching the ruins glow.

Presence, not performance.

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#analoguefuture #glitchaesthetic #quietorbit #digitalghost #posturban #cosmicnoise

[whispersinthewild25]

Silence is a Weapon

The loudest ones crave attention. The real power moves in silence. A whisper shifts the tide. A ghost controls the room. Say less. Observe more. Disrupt without speaking.

[14iceprincess08]

Frozen in Time: Instagram's That Will Never Update Again & The Strange Heavy Feeling That Comes With It

Ever come across someone’s Instagram who’s passed away? It hits you differently, that's for sure.

It’s like this weight that settles over you that can only be explained as part nostalgia, part sadness, but something heavier too.

Their last post is forever frozen in time, while the rest of us keep moving forward.

I think about a high school friend of mine, full of life and plans. Her last posts? Radiated joy. But she was taken too soon, in a tragic accident. It feels like a story cut off mid-sentence.

Then there’s another friend, one I didn’t know as well but could see the signs. Her posts now feel like a sad riddle, full of what-ifs.

And when someone goes without warning, no signs, no clues, it's even worse. The disbelief is gut-wrenching, it has you staring at their profile in disbelief, waiting for it to make sense.

All of these profiles leave behind something unsettling but strangely comforting. Proof that we existed, that we mattered, even after we are gone. It’s a reminder of how fragile life is.

Maybe that’s why it feels so heavy. Because even in stillness, we can still feel their presence.

[jordankbowers]

Neon Rain The city never slept. Its pulse was a constant hum, vibrating through the cracked pavement and echoing off the towering skyscrapers that stretched into the smog-choked sky. In the alleyways where the neon lights flickered and the rain fell in shimmering droplets of nanotech, the air was thick with anticipation. The glowing billboards flashed advertisements—cybernetic enhancements, virtual experiences that promised to change the very fabric of reality. A future where everyone was plugged in, connected, and yet, somehow, more alone than ever before. Amid the glow of holographic graffiti, a figure stood, their hood pulled low, casting their face in shadow. The jackets they wore pulsed softly with embedded LED lights, casting an ethereal glow on their features. Their breath came in short, controlled bursts, the damp mist from the synthetic rain clinging to their skin. They didn’t mind. They were used to the rain—fine particles of nanotech that shimmered like a thousand stars, drifting down from the drones overhead. The figure adjusted the high-tech earphones lodged deep in their ears, the wires snaking down into a jacket pocket where a device pulsed like a heart. It wasn’t just a smartphone, it wasn’t just a tech piece—it was a cyberdeck, a key to the network that stretched across the city. Every time they plugged in, they could feel the pulse of the city, the information flowing like an endless river, always there, always just beyond reach. Above, the drones buzzed by, their bright lights cutting through the mist like fireflies in the night. They weren’t just watching—they were scanning, always watching. But for now, the alley was quiet. No one else was around. It was a moment of stillness before the storm. In the distance, the wail of a siren could be heard, a reminder of the price of this technological paradise. For all the promise of connectivity and endless opportunities, the city had a dark heart. A heart that was constantly fed by data and desperation. The figure in the alley adjusted the device in their pocket, running a hand through the hood that glowed faintly in the night. They had a job to do. A message to send. There was a reason they wore the hood, why they kept their face hidden. It wasn’t about protection—it was about control. About making sure that no one could trace them. Not in a city where every movement was watched, every interaction recorded. They glanced up at the distant skyline, the glittering towers that seemed to pierce the clouds. Somewhere, high above, someone was watching, someone was waiting. But here, in this alley, they were just another ghost—another shadow in a city that thrived on anonymity. Their hand hovered over the device. It was time to plug in. Time to connect to the network and disappear once again. Because in this world, the line between human and machine had blurred so much that it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began. The city was alive, its pulse syncing with theirs, and as they tapped a command into the cyberdeck, they could feel it—feel the entire city shifting under their fingertips. For a moment, they stood there, suspended between two worlds: the one they could touch, and the one they could control. Then, without another thought, they disappeared into the data, into the neon rain, and the city carried on, ever-changing, ever-watching. And the drones? They continued their flight, their lights blinking in time with the pulse of the future.

[berenixium]

Star Trek Digital Ghost - #StarTrek #DigitalGhost #StarTrekFanProduction #HappyHalloween

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[trtnv-radio]

📡 SIGNAL REFLECTION: TRTNV – The Road to New Vegas

So… I made a full Fallout: New Vegas radio station mod.

Like, a real one.

54 fully original songs

66 lore-soaked ads

Dozens of DJ segments, ghost signals, and bunker logs

8 audio dramas hosted by a haunted alien signal

A whole cast of AI-voiced, human-written bots all trapped on one glitchy server

9+ hours of content

I wrote every lyric. Every DJ line. Every damn ad. I didn’t have a band. I don’t play instruments. So I used AI as my collaborators. Suno to sing what I couldn’t. ElevenLabs to voice the bots. ChatGPT to help organize my chaos.

Not shortcuts. Not fakes. Just tools. Just accessibility for someone like me.

And for a moment, I was proud. Like I’d carved my own little signal into the Mojave.

But then came the comments:

“This is garbage because you used AI.” “Why didn’t you just learn to sing?” “This isn’t real modding.” “This doesn't belong here.”

And yeah—it got to me. Harder than I thought it would.

I made this project to cope. To create something weird and soulful and stitched together from spare parts. A love letter to the broken, glitchy, forgotten places in Fallout... and in myself.

I’m not asking to be immune from critique. But the outright dismissal? The sneering gatekeeping?

It sucks the joy out of the airwaves.

So I’m stepping back. Not quitting. Not deleting the mod. Just… letting the signal go quiet for a while.

If you did tune in—thank you. If any part of TRTNV made you feel less alone, if a bot’s monologue hit too close to home, if you caught yourself humming one of my weird little wasteland songs... that means more than you know.

The signal’s still out there. It’s just... static, for now.

🛰️ – Lil’ (aka RetroLillian) TRTNV Mod on Nexus: https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/91517 Support/coffee for future weird signals: https://ko-fi.com/trtnv

[lenoratheyinglet]

Digital Ghosts: Chapter 1 Cover Page

The cover page for something coming soon...  Heres hoping you like it!  Credits!!  Sublimenol for helping to write and coming up with the setting.  Valsalia for coming up with and being so open with the use of Yinglets. (Go check out Out Of Placers if you don't know it) And especially everyone for helping me get to this state where I feel confident enough to do a comic!  (Special thanks to MKIIIconvertible for teaching me to do the Chromatic aberration and provide the glitchy backgrounds for this page)

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[sshirotalk]

Week 3: Tumblr’s Digital Ghosts: The Haunting of Internet Culture 👻 The internet never really forgets. Tumblr, the chaotic, unhinged, and deeply influential platform that ruled the 2010s, might not be the giant it once was—but its ghosts are still lurking everywhere. If you’ve ever scrolled TikTok and thought, this feels weirdly like 2014 Tumblr, you’re not alone.

🕸 1. Tumblr: Dead But Never Gone

Tumblr didn’t die; it just dispersed. The 2018 NSFW ban sent users fleeing, but instead of vanishing, they scattered across the internet, carrying Tumblr culture with them.

Dark Academia, Weirdcore, Cottagecore, Y2K nostalgia? Tumblr made those aesthetics mainstream.

The lowercase irony, the hyper-specific memes, the “I had fun once, it was awful” humor? Tumblr did it first.

Shitposting discourse on Twitter/X? Tumblr invented it.

The current TikTok obsession with “girl internet” and “boy internet���? That’s just a rebranded Tumblr-era debate about what kind of fandom kid you were.

📍 Tumblr’s DNA is everywhere—you just have to know where to look.

🧳 2. Where Did the Tumblr Kids Go?

The Great Tumblr Migration led users to different corners of the internet:

TikTok → The closest thing to Tumblr 2.0. Weird humor, niche obsessions, and the same chaotic energy.

Reddit → Subreddits like r/tumblr and r/196 feel like a parallel Tumblr universe where the memes never stopped.

Discord → Tumblr-style fandom discussions just moved to private servers.

Twitter/X → The discourse lives on, just with more rage and less pastel.

Nugent (2020) once said, “TikTok is just peak Tumblr,” and honestly? He was right.

💀 3. Can You Kill a Platform’s Culture?

Short answer: No. Long answer: Tumblr might not be the center of internet culture anymore, but it is the ghost in the machine. Just like MySpace before it, Tumblr’s influence is too deep to erase. The way we talk, the memes we share, even the way platforms prioritize niche content—it all traces back to Tumblr.

Remember when Tumblr’s messy moderation led to a weird anti-censorship movement? Pilipets & Paasonen (2022) argue that we’re seeing echoes of that today, especially on platforms like Twitter/X. The digital cycle repeats itself.

🎭 4. The Return of Tumblr Core Aesthetic?

Something wild is happening:

People who never used Tumblr are now nostalgic for its “golden era” (???)

Posts like “I was never on Tumblr but I miss it” are going viral

Tumblr’s Sexyman Phenomenon is BACK (The Onceler, Sans Undertale, Reigen Arataka… why do we keep doing this to ourselves?)

TikTok is full of Poor Little Meow Meows again

Tumblr isn’t dead—it’s just wearing a different outfit.

📢 5. Tumblr Language: The Vernacular That Won’t Die

Keller (2019) coined the term platform vernacular to describe how different platforms develop their own style of communication. Tumblr’s language—lowcase irony, self-referential humor, aesthetic-based storytelling—is still alive and thriving:

📌 Evidence of Tumblr vernacular’s continued existence:

TikTok captions & text posts? Tumblr humor.

Twitter/X fandom discourse? Tumblr arguments, just angrier.

Pinterest & Instagram reels? Reviving Tumblr’s aesthetic-driven content.

📍 Tumblr was never just a platform—it was an entire way of speaking online, and that influence is still shaping digital culture today.

✨ Final Thoughts: Did Tumblr Really Disappear?

The ghosts of Tumblr are still with us, floating between platforms, shaping the way we communicate, interact, and meme. If you’ve ever caught yourself thinking, why does this feel so Tumblr?—that’s because it is.

So… were you a Tumblr Kid? Do you feel like we’re all just living in Tumblr’s long, weird afterlife? Let’s talk. 💬👇

🔗 References

Hutchinson, J. (2021). Micro-platformization for digital activism on social media. Information, Communication & Society, 24(1), 35–51. https://doi.org/10.1080/1369118X.2019.1629612

Keller, J. (2019). “Oh, She’s a Tumblr Feminist”: Exploring the Platform Vernacular of Girls’ Social Media Feminisms. Social Media + Society, 5(3). https://doi.org/10.1177/2056305119867442

Pilipets, E., & Paasonen, S. (2022). Nipples, memes, and algorithmic failure: NSFW critique of Tumblr censorship. New Media & Society, 24(6), 1459–1480. https://doi.org/10.1177/1461444820979280

Reif, A., Miller, I., & Taddicken, M. (2023). “Love the Skin You’re In”: An Analysis of Women’s Self-Presentation and User Reactions to Selfies Using the Tumblr Hashtag #bodypositive. Mass Communication & Society, 26(6), 1038–1061. https://doi.org/10.1080/15205436.2022.2138442

Nugent, C. (2020). TikTok is Just Peak Tumblr. Medium. https://medium.com/@caseynugent/tiktok-is-just-peak-tumblr-9966d9ee4245

[digitalspectres]

SYSTEM ERROR : digital girl interrupted

When my boyfriend stays home, the apartment vibes shift. My c a r e f u l l y calibrated bed-rotting, lazy girl, stay-at-home-girlfriend routine d i s s o l v e s into something unrecognizable. Doom-scrolling feels less indulgent, catching up on trash current events loses its appeal. Work doesn’t happen, but neither does full relaxation.

The space feels messier, like entropy speeds up in his presence. It's like we generate more c h a o s together—or maybe I clean less when he’s around. Either way, the balance tilts.

Yesterday, the rain kept him home. One of his jobs is outside, and they can’t work in the rain. Today, the f o r e c a s t is uncertain—there’s a chance he’ll be back. The glitch lingers, the gynoid m a l f u n c t i o n s . 

[theviralheartbeat]

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