#god send algorithm

[subtlesolitude-tailoredtaste]

to the immigrant daughter suffering at home...

🔊🧿🤍

𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐋:

/ @tazzyphe

𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝑽𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒐𝒔:

how brown parents break your heart 💔 - https://tinyurl.com/2e...

The TRUTH about being the eldest daughter (of an immigrant family) - https://tinyurl.com/5n...

The TRUTH about living with your (immigrant) parents. - https://tinyurl.com/3a...

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0:00 Introduction

1:53 Manipulation and Self-Sacrifice

5:10 It's not okay

8:14 Respect is not obedience

9:57 Healing in a bad place

12:12 Disappointment is not betrayal

16:22 Using discernmennt

19:38 Mourning freedom and being brave

21:17 It's not all bad

22:56 Healing as a gift

24:05 Authenticity

GOD IS WITH ME ALWAYS AND ALWAYS ON TIME

[orangez3st]

Hi! This is your friendly Monday PSA to remember that people use this

Because they don't wanna see specific tags.

PLEASE tag things properly!!

[bearsinpotatosacks]

This might be a hot take but getting into the Bear and not really vibing with sycarmy has made me realise how much healthier the fandom is on ao3 and tiktok. There's no real arguing because it's just about posting content about your favourite characters and ships. There doesn't seem to be this massive group of people on tiktok that solely think of sydcarmy for the bear, i see edits for individual characters, richiemikey, sydrichie etc, just as much as i do for sydcarmy, even if i mostly scroll past. It's nice not to have half of my feed blocked by a tag that people misuse to make a post popular, so I have to gamble and unfilter posts then see more people arguing about why you should ship sydcarmy, how you're stupid or a hypocrite if you don't. The fandom spaces for richie, sydrichie and richiemikey are so small and inactive, and that I just don't see the point when I can focus my energy on writing stuff for ao3 where there's more of a community

Edit: wording was wrong. Also should've said this is more of a vent post than anything

[todayisafridaynight]

i’m pretty surprised that you can be in a fandom without really checking the tags regularly for new content or discussions that’s pretty impressive

ive got twitter for that and twitter has shown me enough as is

[miraastralis]

Sometimes I’m like ‘hyperfixations? Lmao I stopped having those years ago’ and then I see one Soul eater art on tumblr and start running around my dorm room at 2am GOD I LOVE THESE LIL GUYS

and the good thing about tumblr is that I get to see my favorite fic writers and artists still kicking and resbangin from when I used to read their stuff in middle school ^^ and SO much new art and content too, I love you soul eater community ^^

[cowardstiel]

i think it should be mandatory that everyone watch The Social Dilemma at least once every six months

[asterdeer]

tumblr keeps trying to get me to join the sonamy community. do i look like a heterosexual to you

[thefage]

Being pagan and also really into psychology in the 21st century is really fun, because I find myself questioning reccurring themes in my life and asking myself if this is some sort of sign from the gods or if I have just been heavily influenced by the things I've seen online.

[spencereid]

this week has genuinely come out of hell and the last 4 hours alone are enough to make me pull my hair out

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

really not what I needed to see after just coming to the decision I've been wanting to make for days that I'm still 75% convinced is an excuse for continuing to be in sin

lowkey I wonder if I need to just let my body feel whatever (within reason, there is obviously still a boundary) and stop overthinking it and maybe I'll settle back into some sort of normalcy?

[lackadaisycats]

I hope you know that literally nobody is going to be able to live up to the standard you, V*v, and Glitch have set and your arrogance and exploitation of your fanbase and connections has screwed millions of creatives out of their dreams because Hollywood is a joke that isn't worth telling and wealthy e-celebs like yourself have claimed the indie scene all to yourselves and moved the goalposts into the stratosphere.

Nope. This isn't a zero sum game. There is not some limited, prescribed number of indie trophy slots that a few studios greedily filled up, blocking everyone else out. That is not how it works. Nothing any other creator is doing - short of personally sending hired goons to your doorstep or stealing your credit cards - is taking anything away from you or preventing your success. In fact if an indie creator can manage to demonstrate that they've got something viable going, it may help to map out a pathway for others.

I think I'm not going to bother trying to address whether or not cartoons in return for support from fans - an entirely voluntary exchange - constitutes exploitation. And I'm living in the Midwest driving a 2007 economy car with 200k+ miles on it, but let's just skip past the assumptions that I'm wealthy and connected too.

Instead, let's get to the weirdly myopic notion that the indie scene is held captive by three studios. Maybe YouTube algorithms or Twitter bubbles are somewhat to blame, but in actuality there are so, so many individual people, friend groups, and small production houses out there making independent animation, I cannot possibly name them all.

Here are some anyway:

Far-Fetched Worthikids Satina | Scumhouse Noodle and Bun Punch Punch Forever Ramshackle Noodle Papajoolia | Pipi Angel Hare | The East Patch Jonni Peppers Salad Fingers Monkey Wrench Studio Heartbreak Felix Colgrave JelloApocalypse Odd1sout (started indie, got picked up by Netflix) Allie Mehner JaidenAnimations Lumi and the Great Big Galaxy Cloudrise | The Worlds Divide Telepurte RubberRoss James Lee ENA Godspeed | Olan Rogers Ollie and Scoops Meat Canyon Port by the Sea Kekeflipnote Boxtown Kevin Temmer Weebl Joel Haver CircleToons Long Gone Gulch Atlas and the Stars Animist Skibidi Toilet A Fox in Space Alex Henderson Talon Toniko Pantoja Sr. Pelo Hullabaloo Kane Pixels (started indie, picked up by A24) Homestar Runner Fennah Gods' School Alan Becker Dungeon Flippers JazLyte Psychicpebbles (started indie, Smiling Friends picked up by AS) Piemations vewn Metal Family Dead Sound chluaid Jacknjellify Betsy Lee | No Evil My Pride Cranbersher GeoExe | Gwain Saga Horatio the Vampire Mech West Playground | Rodrigo Sousa The Brave Locomotive Finchwing (+ many other Warrior Cats animators) Quazies SamBakZa Kamikaze: Trial by Fire

By no means a full list. That's just YouTube, and mostly just English language stuff, and I didn't even get to the multitudes of Warrior Cats animation collabs.

The point is, the indie landscape is vast and populated by creators new and old, making all kinds of animated media from skits, to shows, to ARGs, to films. Audience sizes vary as much as the content, stylistic approaches, subject matter, and budgets do. There are no compliance standards, no gateways to entry, no goalposts. There's not even any preset definition of success except what you decide for yourself.

Anyway, instead of nurturing your resentments, consider making something. I assure you, it's a far more rewarding use of your time and energy, and pretty much no one can stop you. ------------- EDIT- Made some additions to the list based on comments. Thanks!

[a-hermit-pining]

I saw this on Twitter (i forgot the @), but it really got me thinking. What would your hc be if the boys were playing the game and you were the mc? I hc that Caleb would save every "y/n laughing compilation" he comes across, rafayel would edit y/n's face on random fish and make crack edits and from his alt account he would drop the most gorgeous fanart, and for some reason I feel like sylus would use "quality time" religiously

Hi anon, thank you for sending this in ^^

I completely agree with your takes. Here is my take to compliment yours.

Rafayel: Is the undisputed Fanart King, sketching your character from every angle, in every possible outfit. If an art contest exists, he has already submitted three entries before anyone even knew it was happening. But beyond his artistic obsession, he is also the cursed glitch hoarder. While normal people would be horrified at a headless version of you appearing in-game, Rafayel takes screenshots for exclusive content, considering it a divine blessing from the tech gods. Despite his god-tier art skills, he has zero patience for level locks that force him to wait before progressing, so instead of playing at a normal pace, he rage-quits for months, then returns to binge the game in one sleepless week. His camera roll is half fanart, half stunning in-game scenery that he edits like it’s going in an art gallery.

Xavier: Does not play games for casual enjoyment. He plays for answers. He is a speedrun menace, hitting the first dialogue option before the text box even fully loads. If he gets stuck, he immediately transforms into a lore-devouring beast, reading every spoiler possible just to figure out how to proceed. The only thing keeping him from fully losing his sanity is his refusal to buy premium currency, his pride dictates that he must grind every last diamond by sheer willpower alone. And so, he hoards gems like his soul depends on it, progresses at breakneck speed, and once he’s finished all available content, he descends into 3 AM theory rabbit holes instead of doing something sane like, you know… sleeping. He probably has a color-coded spreadsheet tracking all the route impacts.

Zayne: No one would ever suspect that the infamous, critically acclaimed AO3 writer Frozen Seal, master of soul-crushing angst and tender, breathtaking romance, is actually the stoic, overworked cardiologist Zayne. His fics have a reputation for being so emotionally devastating that readers leave essays in the comments. His update schedule? Completely dictated by his hospital shifts. His author’s notes? Usually something like "Sorry, a patient coded. Will update later." Writes the most heart-wrenching, steamy romance scenes with surgical precision, leaving readers sobbing and sweating in equal measure. Has the smut writing skills of an ace author- which are god tier. Daydreams about you constantly, except when he’s actively resuscitating someone (Even he has limits.)

Sylus: Sylus owns everything. Every premium outfit, every pose, every CG. His entire paycheck is funneled into this game, and no one will ever know the full extent of his power. If questioned about how he maxed out every possible feature, he simply smirks and says, “Skill issue.” But despite single-handedly funding the dev team, he is infuriatingly secretive about his content. His in-game gallery? Locked. His premium screenshots? Hidden. Some speculate he has developers tied up in his basement feeding him exclusive content, but according to Sylus, it’s simply the fruit of his labor. Strangely enough, despite having literally everything, he still has beef with the gacha system and will cuss out the algorithm if he doesn’t get his way.

Caleb: Is cursed with abysmal gacha luck, pulling three-star memories every single time without fail. He suffers, but at this point, he embraces the suffering like a tragic hero. His nights are spent watching crack compilations at 2 AM, laughing silently to himself like a man on the verge of losing his mind (he is this 🤏🏻close). By all accounts, he plays the game rationally until your character appears, at which point all logic is abandoned. He has every single one of Zayne’s fics bookmarked, and he doesn’t just skim he analyzes them like scholarly literature, leaving long, heartfelt comments. And, of course, in the quiet solitude of his room, a freakishly realistic body pillow of you sits on his bed. If questioned? He doesn’t even blink. "It’s a limited-edition collector’s item."

[imsobadatnicknames2]

You are the god's strongest soldier for dealing with people who seem to deadass think that, for the Walt fucking Disney company, a 3/4 bust of Steve Rogers generated by AI is somehow meaningfully different from a 3/4 bust of Steve Rogers drawn by their favorite fanartist. Yeah I'm sure the multi billion dollar megacorporation will appreciate the ~the genuine human effort and soul~ of a fanwork before sending that cease and desist letter 😭😭😭

The most infuriating thing that has happened to me a couple times is when I point out that shit and they respond with some variation of "lmaooooo can this idiot really not tell the difference between fanart made out of love by real artists and slop churned out by the plagiarism algorithm?" or some shit and they really think they're doing something there.

Like no dumbass I'm not saying *I* can't tell the difference, I'm saying that the difference is not meaningful in the eyes of copyright legislation.

[reissancesstuff]

“Put Your Phone Down…”

Genre: Fluff, Modern AU, Slight crack, Domestic

A/N: I wanted to try writing for some new characters, so here’s a clingy!Choso one-shot for you all!

Requests are open, by the way—feel free to send in any characters or ideas you’d like to see next! I’ve been running low on inspiration lately 😔 so help me out and send me some requests! I’d love to write something for you!

You’re curled up on the couch, blanket over your legs, phone in hand, scrolling through whatever algorithm hellhole currently owns your soul.

Choso’s been sitting next to you for the past twenty minutes. Correction: first, he sat beside you. Then he slowly started leaning on you. Then he melted into you like a weighted blanket made of boyfriend.

But you’re still glued to your screen.

“Babe,” he says softly, voice muffled by the sleeve of your hoodie that he’s now wearing.

You hum. Noncommittal. Distracted.

He frowns.

You don’t see it—you're too busy watching some video of a raccoon stealing a slice of pizza or something equally dumb and adorable.

“Y/N.”

Still scrolling.

Another sigh.

He lies on his side, head in your lap now, staring up at you like a kicked puppy. You glance down briefly to shift your legs and go right back to your phone.

He’s had enough.

“I could be dying and you wouldn’t notice,” he grumbles.

You snort. “You’re not dying.”

“I might be.”

“Mmhm.”

He reaches up and gently bats at your phone. Not enough to knock it away—just a soft, annoying tap.

You raise a brow. “What are you doing?”

“Getting your attention.”

“I’m right here.”

“Your soul isn’t.”

You laugh. “What, are you jealous of my phone?”

“Yes,” he says, without missing a beat.

You blink.

“…Seriously?”

He rolls onto his back dramatically, draping his arm across his eyes like a Victorian woman fainting. “You used to love me like this.”

“I do love you,” you say with a little smile, scrolling again.

“Prove it.”

You put the phone down on your stomach, glancing at him. “What, now?”

“Yes. Right now.”

You blink at his very serious expression. He looks genuinely offended.

God, he’s so dramatic. It’s adorable.

You shift, carding your fingers through his thick, dark hair, and his pout disappears almost immediately. He hums under your touch like some kind of giant housecat.

“There it is,” he mutters. “Finally…”

You grin. “You’re so clingy.”

“I warned you when we got together,” he mumbles, eyes fluttering shut. “I told you I had abandonment issues.”

“That’s not what this is.”

He peeks up at you with one eye. “It’s emotional starvation.”

You burst into laughter. “Choso, please—”

“No, no. I see how it is. The phone gets your eyes. The phone gets your laugh. But me?” He wraps his arms around your waist. “I just get crumbs.”

“You’re literally in my lap right now—”

“Crumbs.”

You sigh, dramatically tossing your phone to the side. “Okay. You win. Phone’s gone. You have my full attention now.”

“Good.” He immediately nuzzles his face into your stomach like he’s never known comfort until this very moment.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“You chose me.”

“Unfortunately.”

He pinches your side.

You squeak, smacking his hand away—and then he’s grinning up at you, victorious, smug, warm in a way only Choso can be.

“…Do you want to watch something?” you ask. “Or do you just want to lie here and soak up all the attention like a sponge?”

“Sponge,” he says without hesitation.

You chuckle, scratching his scalp, and feel him melt again.

Ten minutes later, you feel your phone buzz. You reach for it—

His hand shoots out and smacks it away like a cat knocking a glass off the counter.

“HEY.”

“You’re banned,” he mutters sleepily. “New law. Cuddle law.”

“…Cuddle law?”

“Yeah. Illegal to use phones while your boyfriend’s literally dying of neglect.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re not dying.”

He snuggles closer. “But I might be.”

[kabr0ztrousers]

I fucking love when you do Portals, if you’re not bored already with this topic may i ask another? i’ll be waiting in your queue🥰🫦

Kabr0z Writes episode 92: Communion

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: Portals; freeuse; CNC; religious mentions and ceremony; public sex; exhibitionism;

A/N: I was actually struggling for inspiration today... Whatever would I do to make sure I'm not retreading old ground. Thankfully the algorithm came to my rescue while scrolling for inspiration. Is it blasphemy? It's certainly not respectful.

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These were rapidly becoming your favourite underwear. After the coffee shop? Then that "issue" with tuning them between connections? Best sex of your life. The only issue is, after all that, however would you top it?

That's the question that plagued you as you walked into town. You were wearing your portal undies, because of course you were, but what can a girl do to transgress some social boundaries on a Sunday morning?

Wait. It's a Sunday. The beauty of rural Wales is the massive proportion of churches to people. You barely had to walk half a mile and you found one. Open doors, organ softly playing as the occasional person slid through the front room to the main church. A quick selfie, posted to just the right website along with a freshly-generated session code. A tap, a swipe, and the app locked. Four hours on the clock, that's long enough for a church... Session? Worship? You wondered what the actual verb for attending church is as you took a pew and the bloke in the robe took the pulpit.

God he was boring. Something Jesus, something heaven, something repentance. You were just about to get up and leave when it started. The metal disc in your underwear buzzed insistently, then the portal opened.

For a moment, nothing happened. Cool air passed over your pussy, before being replaced with hot breath. A finger traced your entrance as you sat there, trying not to show off that something was interfering with you. The soft touch was easy to pass off. Sure, whoever this was felt good, but after what you're used to with these, this wasn't hard to hide.

What was harder was when the finger pushed in. Maybe the setting was getting you more hot and bothered than you thought, or maybe you just needed this. The gasp was hard to swallow, especially as another two fingers joined in. The three fingers filled you, turning and angling themselves in ways no lover would be able to without a magic portal fleshlight on the other end. You pulled your phone out of your skirt pocket to check the app, who's connected?

Who else. It's WolfDaddy again. You put the phone back before anyone spotted you. At least, you hoped you did. The sounds of him stirring your cunt were soft, almost drowned out by the droning cleric as he went on and on. He was saying something about interpretation, how sins change over time so some things that might have been sins once, aren't now.

Those fingers curled inside you. You felt yourself blush as you suppressed a twitch in your legs. This was still probably a sin.

You clenched your cunt against those fingers, gently pulsing it to try and send him a message: "fuck me already"

His fingers kept hard at work, rubbing and stroking as your body fought you, trying to gasp and moan, whine and wriggle at the invading digits. You couldn't. All you could do was sit there and drip, feeling your juices flow from you in rivers. He brought you to the very edge, then stopped. The fingers pulled out just as you threatened to crest the peak, letting you slide back down for a minute or two before pushing again. If you got closer, he'd leave you for longer. If he took a little while, you'd get the next edge a little sooner.

You ached so badly by the time the priest was done lecturing. The rest of the church got up and into the aisle, but they weren't leaving. You half-remembered something about sacraments? Eating the body and drinking the blood of God to get closer to him or something?

Sounds kinky.

You got up and joined near the back of the line. The fingers felt you move and withdrew, letting your pussy squeeze in vain. A blunt tip replaced them, pressing gently into you. The first inch slid in, fully hard and leaking that lupine precum all over you. Then he pulled out. Over and over you'd get just enough to get excited, but not enough to get you off. Your whole lower body hurt now. The constant teasing of your leaking, drooling hole was taking its toll on you.

You reached the front of the church. Kneeling in a line before the altar. Maybe kneeling made your body move a certain way? Maybe he could just tell you weren't upright any more. Either way, it earned you another inch. You clenched again, trying to keep a steady rhythm to encourage him. You got another inch. Then another, then another.

The priest was moving down the line. First a small biscuity thing, then a sip from a jewelled cup. One by one the other churchgoers were seen to. Whoever WolfDaddy is, he had a good handle on how long this took.

Six people to go. He fucked you harder. Cock pushing up to the very edge of your cervix. Five people, a pair of fingers joined in, rubbing your clit as you began to squirm. Four, the cock was faster now, hammering into you as the lupine on the other end of the portal rewarded you. Three, you bit your lip. The feeling of climax building in you, coming towards you hard and fast as you dug your nails into your palm

Two, the cock hilted into you. You could feel the knot starting to inflate. One, cum spurted forth, the cock throbbing and twitching as jet after jet flooded into you.

Just you left now.

The pastor said something, you opened your mouth, feeling your eyes want to roll back in your head as you begged a present from church.

"Take this, my body" A flavourless wafer landed on your tongue

"And this, my blood" a sip of acid-tasting wine

"T-thank you father" you stuttered out, mouth watering and body burning. You felt it coming. You looked in his eyes. He could tell. You could see he could tell. You suppressed a scream as you fell off the cliff.

You clenched every muscle to try and stop yourself shaking, tried to suppress a scream of triumphant release, instead it emerged as a long squeaking wait as your jaw slammed shut around it. Your eyes rolled, defocusing until there were two vicars in front of you, then back to one, then two again.

There's no way he didn't see as cum started to leak from you. No way he didn't notice as the portal cut off how suddenly there was a damp puddle where a worshipper was so recently sat. You could smell the cum on you, dripping from your oozing cunt.

You took a seat on the pews again. Reassuring wood to lend you stability. The church cleared. You saw the vicar step into a booth at the other end of the church. Dark wood and varnished to within an inch of its life.

You walked into the other side. A wickerwork screen and a small slot were between you and the man you'd just came in front of.

"F-forgive me father, for I have sinned"

Who knows, you might get more fun out of this yet

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Never fear about requesting a portal fic from me. Easily one of my favourite kinks of all time.

Especially when I get to couple it with monster cocks

[hi-itsanniemarie]

You Keep Smiling Like That

Pairing: Bella Ramsey x You

Rating: Fluffy one shot

A/N: This was a request from the lovely @girrrllidkuhh1 :) Love a little Bella moment! Enjoy <3

Bella didn’t have any social media. Like, none. No Instagram, no Twitter, not even a burner TikTok account. They said it was for their sanity, and honestly, you respected it. Admirable, really. That didn’t stop you from sending them approximately seventy-five links a week, though. Even if they never opened them.

Because while Bella was out here being beautifully mysterious and offline, your For You Page had basically become a 24/7 Bella content machine. Interview clips, behind-the-scenes bloopers, fan edits with dramatic music and devastating slow-mo transitions. But there was one TikTok, the one with them doing that thing that and smirking at the camera, that had literally made you drop your phone every time you saw it.

You didn’t even realize you’d been giggling at another one until Bella looked up from the book they were reading beside you on the couch.

“Okay, what is it?” they asked, eyes narrowing slightly, but with a smile tugging at their lips. “You keep smiling like that.”

“Like what?” you replied, quickly locking your screen as if that would erase the edit now permanently burned into your brain.

“That smug little grin. The one that usually means you’ve seen something ridiculous or chaotic or… slightly illegal.”

You shrugged, trying for casual and missing by a mile. “It’s nothing. Just… TikTok being TikTok.”

Bella raised a brow. “Was it a cat dressed like Shakespeare again?”

“No.”

“Lizards wearing tiny hats?”

“Nope.”

“Then it’s one of those videos again, isn’t it?”

You blinked. “What do you mean by those videos?”

Bella smirked knowingly. “The ones where I walk into a room in slow motion and some trending song plays like I’m the second coming of a Greek god.”

Your jaw dropped. “Wait, you do know about the edits?”

“Oh, I don’t see them,” they said, flipping a page like this was no big deal. “But I’ve been around you long enough to know the signs. The sudden silence. The suspicious smile. The blushing.”

“I do not blush.”

“You’re literally doing it right now.”

You groaned, burying your face in a pillow. “They just keep showing up on my FYP, okay? I don’t ask for them. The algorithm just… knows.”

Bella laughed, warm and low. They set the book down and shifted to face you.

“You know,” they said, nudging your knee with theirs, “you could just watch the real thing instead of all those edits.”

You peeked at them. “What, like follow you around with dramatic lighting and a sexy song playing in the background?”

“No,” they said, leaning in slightly, “like look at me like that when I’m actually here.”

They were close now, close enough that you could feel their breath, soft and slow against your cheek. Their eyes flicked to your mouth for just a second, and it was all the permission you needed.

The kiss wasn’t delicate. It wasn’t sweet. It was heat and curiosity and months of pretending you hadn’t been imagining this. Their lips met yours with intent, firm and steady, like they already knew exactly how you’d taste. You parted for them without thinking, the kiss deepening fast, messy in the best way. Their hand slipped to the back of your neck, fingers dragging just enough to make your skin buzz.

It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t practiced. But god, it was good.

When you finally broke apart, your breathing was uneven, and Bella looked completely unfazed, like they hadn’t just short-circuited your entire nervous system.

“Better than a thirst trap?” they murmured, lips still close enough to brush yours.

You laughed softly, dazed. “Unfair question.”

They tilted their head, eyes glittering. “Why’s that?”

“Because the thirst trap never pressed me up against the couch and made me forget my own name.”

Bella grinned, slow and dangerous. “Well then,” they said, “maybe you should stop watching them… and let me give you something better to replay.”

And just like that, your heart was racing again, but this time, it wasn't from some video on your screen. It was from them. Right here. The real thing.