#iOS 18 Probleme

[adriaticpulse]

iPhone 16 Pro korisnici već u problemima s touchscreenom

Korisnici iPhone-a 16 Pro izvještavaju o problemima s osjetljivošću na dodir, gdje uređaj povremeno ne registrira neke pokrete i dodire, što značajno utječe na funkcionalnost. Problem je prisutan na iOS-u 18 i iOS-u 18.1. Smatra se da je za ovu poteškoću odgovoran algoritam za odbijanje dodira dlanom, jer je problem izraženiji oko rubova zaslona, osobito u blizini gumba za upravljanje kamerom.…

[blaewen]

Apple all I want is to be able to assign a language keyboard to a contact so I don’t have to go through the steps of trying to type something, my text getting fucked sideways, and then carousel through all my keyboards because I keep hoping the next one will be the right one.

Yes I know I could hold the thingy and select the keyboard I want, that is very much not the point.

I want my phone to know that I text my friends in a language and my family in another one. I love the double language keyboard that allows me to be multilingual on main without effort but I want MORE.

[vammppyre]

GOD SHUT UP 😭😭

[allgoodnamesrgoneee]

Please can you write a fic about reader feeling insecure about other female athletes and models hitting on Jude. Jude reassures reader and comforts her that she’s the only one he wants, no/one else. I want it to end in smut please 🥰

P.S. Don't forget my Patreon is now available for ONLY $3 ($4.50 on iOS) for the summer from June 7 to August 25; don't miss your chance to catch up on all the exclusive content!

I've uploaded way more fics to it. I just haven't posted them on Tumblr.

In Every Universe

Masterlist

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — It was supposed to be just another event. But one look at the women circling him and suddenly, you’re spiraling. Good thing Jude knows exactly how to bring you back—soft words, gentle hands, and a reminder that there’s no one else he wants but you.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Jude Bellingham x You

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 5.7k

Warnings! ANGST!! Emotional angst, jealousy/insecurity, FLUFF!! comfort, Jude being the most reassuring and attentive boyfriend ever, NSFW! SMUT (18+), unprotected vaginal sex, soft dom!Jude, soft smut, oral (f receiving), praise kink, sweet and sensual lovemaking, deep emotional intimacy, you are enough and he makes sure you know it

The problem with dating a famous athlete is that he’s constantly around other beautiful women.

You don’t mean to stare.

Really, you don’t.

But there’s something about the way she laughs—head thrown back, perfect teeth flashing, perfect lips curling into a perfect smile—that makes your stomach twist.

And okay, maybe you're being dramatic, but… she’s kind of everything you’re not. Tall, legs for days, ponytail high and sleek , bouncing with every step she takes. A body sculpted like it was designed by the gods. The way she stands, one hip cocked and arms crossed, radiates pure confidence, a sense of self you don’t think you’ve ever possessed.

You have a feeling she’s the kind of woman who knows what she wants, who’s always gotten what she wants. You don’t know, and honestly, you don’t want to.

Because what really matters is that she’s currently pressed against Jude’s side, fingers curled around his bicep, and you know that she wants him.

And he’s smiling.

Not that kind of smile, you tell yourself. It’s the polite, I'm-in-a-room-full-of-cameras-and-people-watching kind of smile. The sponsor event smile. You know the one. You’ve seen it. But still—your chest tightens anyway.

You shift where you’re standing, suddenly way too aware of how your heels pinch and how your dress keeps riding up no matter how many times you yank it down. The mirror in the bathroom earlier had made you feel decent—good, even. But now? You feel like a misplaced background extra who accidentally wandered into the frame of a photoshoot.

And it’s stupid. God, it’s so stupid. You trust Jude. He’s never given you a reason not to.

But you also have eyes. And social media. And the basic ability to compare yourself to every woman he comes into contact with—and lose.

You try to distract yourself with a tiny cupcake from the dessert table. It’s half melted, the frosting drooping like it’s over this night too. But you don’t want it. The cupcake or this night. Still, you take a bite. Anything to keep you from staring at them and wondering if he ever feels the same way.

"Hey."

You freeze.

You don’t even have time to swallow the bite before Jude’s beside you, nudging your arm with the back of his hand, like he can read your thoughts. Like he always does.

"Was wondering where you went," he says. “Are you alright?”

You nod a little too fast. “Yeah. Just needed a sugar hit.”

Jude studies you for a second. Really looks. And you hate how that gaze—so warm, so full of you—only makes the knot in your stomach tighter.

“Did something happen?” he asks, gentler now. “Or… someone?”

You shake your head, eyes on the floor. “It’s fine.”

“Doesn’t sound fine.” He takes a step closer, dipping his head down a bit to catch your eye. “You wanna talk about it?”

There’s a beat of silence, but he doesn't try to feel it. Because the thing about Jude is that he knows you better than anyone. And when you’re like this? He knows the worst thing he can do is push.

The music hums in the background, low and bassy, as conversations blur into the kind of buzz that only happens at expensive events full of fake smiles and champagne.

You hate this.

Not the party. Not even her. You hate how easily your brain makes you feel like you’re not enough—like no matter what you do, you’ll always be the before to someone else’s after. The benchwarmer girlfriend in a league of starters.

You glance at him, finally. “She’s really pretty.”

Jude’s brow furrows. “Who?”

You tilt your chin subtly in her direction.

He follows your gaze. And then… he laughs. But it’s not his usual laugh.

Not in a mocking way. Not in a cruel way. Just—soft. Like he’s confused and endeared and trying to understand what universe you’re currently occupying. A universe where you think that someone like him would ever look twice at someone like her. Like you’re anything less than everything he's ever wanted.

“Baby.”

You look away, cheeks burning. “I know, okay? I'm—I'm being crazy. I’m sorry.”

Jude catches your chin. “No, don’t apologize.” His thumb brushes your cheekbone, just once. “Just… talk to me, alright?”

The room is suddenly too loud, too hot. You can’t do this here. Not with everyone watching. Not when you know how many people are already waiting for you to mess this up, to screw it up, to prove that you don’t belong in Jude’s life.

And here you are, practically handing them the proof on a silver fucking platter.

“Can we go?” you ask, voice barely a whisper, feet already turning for the exit. You’re tired. You’re hot. You’re sweaty. And all you want is to be alone with him.

But Jude’s already reaching for your hand, tugging you just slightly behind one of the tall decorative pillars, away from curious eyes and camera flashes.

You follow, reluctantly.

“Better?” he asks. You shrug, but his eyes are already searching your face, like he’s trying to figure out how to fix this, fix you. “Hey,” he murmurs. “Look at me.”

And you do.

Because you can’t not when he says it like that—soft and low and so achingly kind it makes your throat ache in return.

The light from the chandelier hits him in a way that makes him look like an angel, all golds and browns and soft, gentle eyes.

It’s not fair, you think. How can someone be this hot and this sweet? It’s like the universe decided to put every good thing into one human and then sent them your way, just to make everyone else look bad by comparison.

You almost want to laugh at the thought. Because isn’t that exactly your problem?

“I know what you’re thinking,” Jude says. “But you’re wrong.” He moves a little closer, voice dropping to a low murmur. “And I really wish you could see yourself the way I see you.”

You duck your head. Because you can’t. Not now. Not with the way you feel so small and stupid and unworthy of all of this. Of him.

His hand lifts to your chin again. “Hey, don’t do that. Look at me.” When you do, he smiles, eyes soft and crinkled at the corners, and you melt a little despite yourself. “You’re right, yeah? She’s beautiful.”

You nod, just a little. He does the same.

“But she’s not you.” His voice is low, a little rough, and so fucking earnest you can't help but feel the words in your chest, in your gut, in every part of your body that’s been aching all night.

You blink once. Twice. Your throat tightens. “Yeah, but she—”

“She’s not you,” he repeats, firmer now. “She didn’t hold me when I lost that match and felt like shit for a week. She doesn’t know how I take my tea or that I can’t fall asleep unless you’re touching me somehow. She doesn’t laugh-snort at memes I send at 2AM or dance around in the kitchen when she thinks I’m not looking.”

He tilts his head.

“She’s not the first person I wanna call when I land after a game. Or the last person I wanna hold when everything’s gone to hell.”

Your eyes start to sting. Stupid mascara. It’s not waterproof.

Jude cups your jaw, voice lower, softer. “You’re it for me. Don’t you get that?”

You blink again and your vision goes blurry. And then the first tear escapes.

And you try to move but he's already leaning in, eyes flicking between yours, thumbs already brushing the tears away.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, as he swipes another tear from your cheek. “I don’t—I don’t know why—”

“I know.” His mouth hovers close to yours, lips just a breath away. “It’s okay.”

“I know it’s dumb. I just—”

“It’s not dumb.” He swipes another tear and another until there’s nothing left. “You’re allowed to feel. But I need you to know—” His hand curls around your neck. “—It's you. Alright? There’s no one else. Not her. Not anyone. You.”

And then he's kissing you, lips soft and gentle, hands cupping your face because you're something so so precious to him. You press your hands against his chest, his tie, his shoulders. You’re not sure. All you know is that you need to be as close to him as possible. As close as two people can get.

He pulls back but his hands don't move from your face. “Let me show you.”

You barely remember the drive home.

Somewhere between his hand on your thigh and his eyes flicking to you every few minutes because he can't stand not looking, the world outside just faded into blur. Streetlights turned to stars. Red turned to gold. And before you know it, he's pulling into the driveway, headlights cutting off, engine quiet.

The house is dark, save for the porch light that's on a timer. It's still. It's quiet.

You love this house.

You love how it feels like a home. It's warm and full of light, full of things you've picked out together, things you've found on random trips to random shops you fell in love with. You love the kitchen island, the big bed, the bathtub that fits both of you. And the shower.

God, the shower.

You had only been dating for five months when he asked you to move in. You said yes immediately, despite your better judgment, because the thought of waking up next to him every morning was more than you could pass up.

You've never regretted it.

He's out of the car before you can unbuckle your seatbelt, opening your door and helping you out in one smooth motion.

“Thanks,” you murmur, as he shuts the door behind you.

He doesn't respond, just takes your hand and leads you to the porch.

The sound of the door opening, the door closing, the lock clicking shut—it's so familiar, so comforting, it immediately settles something in you. Like a deep sigh. Home.

He tosses his keys in the bowl and your purse on the table.

It's dark. Moonlit.

He doesn’t turn the lights on.

Just pulls you gently by the hand, past the kitchen and down the hall—quiet footsteps against warm wood, every step echoing with something thick and tender.

Your heart pounds louder than your heels. You don't know why.

You know what's going to happen when you get to the bedroom. You know what he wants to do. You know where this is going. But still. Your heart pounds anyway.

And when he finally shuts the door behind you, he doesn't say anything. Just stands there. Quiet. Watching you, like he's taking you in for the first time.

You're suddenly too aware of everything—the strap digging into your shoulder, the tightness around your ribs, the way the neckline dips lower than anything you'd ever wear on a normal day. But he’d insisted you wear it. Because you loved it.

But now, you just feel exposed.

Vulnerable.

“Can I help you with your zipper?” he asks.

You nod, turning for him.

He takes a step forward. And then another and another. Until there's only the smallest bit of space between you. Just enough that you can feel the heat of his skin, smell the cologne lingering on his collar, his neck, the underside of his jaw.

You feel his hands lift and inhale, sharp.

They hover at your neck, his knuckles brushing your bare skin, as he gently tugs the zipper down. It’s slow—so slow—slipping down your spine. Bit by bit, inch by inch. His touch lingers, thumbs stroking circles into your back. It’s deliberate and soft and makes your eyes flutter shut. Makes your heart pound a little louder.

He brushes your hair over your shoulder and then he’s leaning down, lips skimming your skin, hands sliding the dress down your arms, following the path of the zipper. The air is cool where he just touched and you shiver, a little.

You can hear the fabric pooling at your feet. It's soft and heavy and you can't bring yourself to care about stepping on it. Because he’s still kissing your neck, one hand on your shoulder and one on your waist, and all you can think about is how much you want him closer.

How much you need him.

“Jude,” you breathe. “Please—”

He hums against your skin. “Shhh. Let me take care of you.” His hand slides up your front, just once, just barely ghosting the underside of your breast before moving to your collarbone, thumb sweeping up. “I've got you.”

He says it like a vow, a promise he’s sworn a thousand times and will swear a thousand more.

I’ve got you.

And he does.

You feel it in the way he wraps his arms around you from behind, bare chest warm against your back as his lips graze the shell of your ear. You’re only in your underwear now—your skin humming, warm—but somehow, you’ve never felt safer.

He kisses a line from your shoulder to the back of your neck, each press of his mouth soft and open and reverent. Like if he’s gentle enough, he can undo everything you felt tonight.

“I hate seeing you doubt yourself,” he whispers against your skin, voice low and ragged. “You don’t need to.”

You tilt your head back against his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as his hands slide down your sides, slow and careful.

“I just wanted to be enough,” you whisper. It slips out before you can stop it.

Jude freezes for the tiniest second. And then he turns you around gently, and tips your chin up with a touch so light it almost doesn’t land.

“You are,” he says, like it’s the most obvious truth in the world. “You’re my everything.”

You don’t get a chance to answer before he’s kissing you again—this time slower, deeper. The kind of kiss that makes your knees go soft and your stomach flutter like you’re sixteen again and in way over your head.

You let him guide you backward until your legs hit the bed.

And then he’s lowering you down—gently, carefully, like you’re made of something soft and sacred. The back of your knees press into the mattress, and your spine sinks into the familiar give of the sheets you picked out together. Jude follows, easing between your legs, the weight of him settling on top of you in a way that feels both grounding and electrifying.

It’s familiar and easy and everything. It’s a warm night and a soft bed and everything you could ever want. It’s home.

The light from the window cuts across his jaw, catching the edge of his cheekbone, casting soft golden shadows over his skin, as he kisses you again—sweet and unhurried. His lips taste faintly like peppermint and champagne.

You reach for his shirt, fingers fumbling with the buttons. Your breath is coming in quick, uneven puffs now, making you feel like you're falling in love all over again, every time.

He pulls back slightly, bracing on his forearm, giving you room.

“I’ve got it,” you murmur, but your hands tremble just a little.

He chuckles, low and soft, kissing the side of your mouth. “Take your time, sweetheart.”

Your fingertips skim each button, slowly, deliberately, and he watches you with a look that makes your stomach flutter—like he wants to memorize this moment, like he’s never wanted anything more than your hands on him, touching him, loving him.

When the last button slips free, you push the shirt open. He shrugs out of it, tossing it somewhere off the side of the bed without looking, and your palms immediately find his chest—warm, firm, solid. You drag your hands down the taut lines of his torso, over the smooth plane of his abs, to the sharp dip of his hips. He’s so fit, so beautifully built.

His pants are next. You undo the button and slide the zipper down, knuckles brushing his skin, and he hisses softly through his teeth.

“Baby,” he breathes, and the word curls in your belly like heat.

He kicks the pants off, then reaches for you, pulling you into another kiss—long, deep, and slow. You can feel him hard against your thigh, straining through his briefs, and you reach between you, palm pressing against him. He groans, hips rocking into your touch.

Your fingers glide along the shape of him through the fabric, teasing, dragging slowly from base to tip, and his mouth stutters against yours.

“Fuck,” he mutters, low and strained. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You smile against his lips.

You dip your fingers beneath the waistband, hand wrapping around him, and he jerks slightly—his hips instinctively chasing your touch. He’s thick and hot and heavy in your palm, and when you stroke him—slow and purposeful—his head falls forward, forehead resting against yours.

“Hold on, baby,” he whispers, catching your wrist with a firm but gentle grip. His voice is so low, so rough, it practically vibrates in your chest. “Let’s take this slow, yeah? Tonight’s about you.”

He kisses you one last time—deep and lingering—then starts his descent, eyes never leaving yours as he moves lower. You feel the warmth of his breath against your stomach, then the brush of his hands against your hips as he hooks his fingers into your panties.

He peels them down slowly—agonizingly slow—eyes flicking up to watch your expression as he does it. It’s intimate. Almost too much. Your breath catches in your throat as the fabric slips past your thighs, your knees, your ankles, and then you’re bare for him. Entirely.

Jude kneels between your legs, hands sliding up your calves, then your thighs, slow and reverent. His thumbs press into the softest parts of you, grounding you, making your breath stutter.

He leans in, his voice a low rasp against your skin. “Open your legs for me, baby.”

The words make your stomach tighten, a flush spreading hot and fast across your chest. But you do as he asks, parting your legs slowly, your pulse roaring in your ears.

He kisses your inner thighs first—one, then the other—soft and open-mouthed, lips dragging over your skin, tasting you inch by inch. Your muscles twitch beneath him, the anticipation building until you’re squirming.

And then—finally—he moves higher. His mouth hovers so close, you can feel his breath.

He groans, low and quiet, and the sound makes your hips lift off the bed just a little.

“Jude, please—” you breathe.

“I know, baby. I’m gonna take care of you.” He says, a vow. “Just relax for me, alright?”

Your heart is pounding so hard you can feel it in your neck, in your stomach, in the tips of your fingers. But then his mouth is on you, and the noise that slips out of you is somewhere between a gasp and a whine.

It's so good.

So good.

The kiss is soft against your clit, just the barest hint of contact, but it’s enough to send a bolt of pleasure straight through your body.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous like this,” he breathes against you, his words turning to vibrations that make you shudder. "So fucking wet for me. How could you ever think I want anyone else?”

His mouth finds you again, this time with more pressure, and you can’t help but cry out. He groans into you, tongue circling your clit slowly—too slowly—deliberate and purposeful.

Your back arches off the bed, hands gripping the sheets, and he moves with you, following you, holding your hip down with a firm touch. His other hand slides beneath your ass, tilting you up, giving him better access. He’s so focused, so intent on this one thing—on you—on making you feel good—that it almost makes you feel dizzy.

He circles your clit again—slowly, firmly—then takes it into his mouth, tongue flicking softly. The rhythm is easy and unhurried, like he has all the time in the world to do this. And you know he does. You know he’d stay here for hours if you wanted him to, just because he loves it.

The knowledge makes your chest ache.

You want to close your eyes but you don't. Because you like watching him like this—head buried between your thighs, eyes half-lidded as he glances up at you like he can’t quite believe you’re real.

And then he sucks on your clit—gently at first, and then firmer, tongue swirling softly—and the moan that rips out of you sounds almost animalistic.

“Yeah? You like that?” He murmurs against you, the words buzzing against your skin. He doesn't wait for an answer before he dives back in, licking a broad stripe across your cunt, the vibration of his groan humming against you. “You taste so good, baby.” He kisses your clit once, twice, three times—soft and lingering. “So perfect.” Another kiss. Another. “All mine.”

His mouth moves lower, tongue dipping inside you, fucking you with slow, lazy thrusts, and you grip his coils, holding him against you. Your hips rock against his face, but he doesn’t slow down. If anything, he gets more intense. More deliberate. More focused on making you come undone.

His thumb presses against your clit, circling slowly as he tastes you, drinks you in. It doesn’t take long before the pressure starts to build—low and hot in your belly. Your legs start to tremble, thighs tightening around him.

“I’m gonna—” You can barely speak. “Jude, I’m gonna—” The words get lost in a gasp, hips bucking against his mouth.

He lifts off just long enough to say, “Give it to me.” Then his mouth is back on you, sucking your clit between his lips as his tongue flicks against it—over and over and over again. It's too much, too fast. You can't—you need—

“Baby.” Your back arches, hands gripping his hair, holding him to you as you grind against his tongue. “Oh fuck, I'm coming—”

And you do.

You come so hard your vision goes white, spine lifting off the bed as pleasure crashes through you in wave after wave after wave. He doesn’t stop, riding you through it until you’re shaking and boneless beneath him. Until you’re begging him to stop, to slow down, to please—please—you can’t take anymore.

He sits up, lips slick and shiny, and kisses the inside of your thigh softly, sweetly, as you come down. The muscles in your legs twitch and you can’t quite catch your breath, but you manage a soft, “Thank you.”

He chuckles against your skin, the sound so fond it makes your chest go soft. “Always so polite.” He kisses the other thigh. Then the delicate skin between your hipbones. “So good for me, baby. So sweet.”

He moves higher, lips pressing against your stomach, then the swell of your breast, then the hollow of your throat, where he sucks, soft and gentle. The mark he leaves is a promise—To show you. To prove it to you.

To make you understand, once and for all, just how much he wants you. Just how much you’re the only one he’ll ever see.

You pull him into a kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue, and it makes something hot and primal curl low in your stomach. Your hands find his briefs again, tugging at the waistband. He helps you, shifting his hips just enough to shove them down.

When he settles against you again, he’s still achingly hard. The thick line of his cock rests heavy and hot against your hip. He doesn’t break the kiss as he kicks them off, his body never straying far from yours. The soft drag of his skin against your thighs sends shivers up your spine. His hands bracket your hips, grounding you, anchoring you to this moment.

When he settles against you again, he’s still achingly hard. The thick line of his cock rests heavy and hot against your hip. It makes you shiver.

Jude’s nose brushes against yours, the tip of it warm. “Are you ready?” he asks.

His voice is barely a whisper, rough and quiet and full of something deep. You barely get a nod out before he’s moving—he doesn’t wait for an answer, just reaches between you to line himself up, his forehead resting against yours. The tip of him catches your entrance and you both groan softly, breath tangling in the small space between your mouths.

You feel the moment he starts to push inside. He's so hard, so thick, it almost takes your breath away.

“Shit,” you whisper.

The stretch is slow, deep, almost overwhelming. His hips rock against you gently, working himself deeper with every roll, every press. He’s shaking a little bit, and you know it’s from the effort of holding back. The thought makes something inside you squeeze. It always does.

He moves slowly, letting you adjust, letting you feel every inch of him as he presses into you. Your breath hitches, back arching slightly, and he catches your mouth in another kiss. It’s all lips and breath and heat. A kiss that says I’m here. You’re safe. You’re mine.

“Almost there, baby,” he murmurs. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

His words are wet against your lips, his hips pausing when he’s fully buried in you. When he finally bottoms out, you both pause, just breathing each other in. His chest rises and falls against yours, sticky with sweat. His hand finds your thigh, strokes it, calming. The silence is warm. Full.

“Jude.” You whisper his name, hands curling against his chest. Your fingertips find the curve of his collarbone, trace the muscle there.

“I know.” He pulls back, eyes searching your face—so dark, so soft. “I’ve got you.”

And then he moves—slow and deep, hips rolling against yours in a way that makes you melt. It’s a lazy kind of thrust, and he groans, dropping his forehead to your shoulder.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so perfect.” He sucks a mark into your neck, another on your collarbone. His rhythm never falters, never speeds up. He moves like he’s making love to every part of you at once. His breath falls in sync with yours.

Every stroke, every thrust feels like he’s trying to get closer, to show you how much you mean to him. Every drag of his cock against your walls makes pleasure spark bright behind your eyes, until you can barely remember to breathe.

He grips your thigh, lifting it slightly to give himself a better angle. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmurs, his voice rough, not taking his eyes off of you for a second, watching every little expression on your face with so much focus, so much intent. Memorizing everything about this moment.

His hand slips between you, thumb pressing against your clit. You're so sensitive, the touch almost makes you jump, but he doesn't relent. He circles the small bundle of nerves gently, the pressure perfect as his hips rock against yours, over and over and over. The rhythm is slow but strong—designed to destroy you.

“So fucking tight for me, honey.” His voice is low, broken, and it sounds like it’s been pulled from somewhere deep in his chest. His thumb presses harder against your clit, rubbing slow and firm as his hips snap forward, grinding against you. The fullness is almost overwhelming.

“Look.” He guides your gaze down to where you're connected. “Want you to see how good you take me.” He pushes in deeper. “Feel how perfect this is.” Another thrust. “See how fucking beautiful you are.”

You glance down, and the sight makes your breath catch. The slick glide of him sliding into you, the way your bodies fit like puzzle pieces, the dark flush of his cock disappearing into your body—it’s obscene and intimate and so fucking tender it makes your eyes sting.

“So good for me.” He's slurring his words now, his breath is a wet puff against your ear. “So sweet.” He nips the lobe gently, begging for control as your warm, wet, gummy walls clench down on him so fucking good. “All mine.” His teeth drag your neck, tongue soothing the sting. “Tell me, baby. Tell me you’re mine.”

“I'm yours.” You don’t recognize your voice—broken, breathy, needy. “Yours.” Your fingernails dig into his back, dragging down his shoulders as the pleasure starts to build again.

He groans against your neck, hips starting to lose their rhythm. “Yeah?” He pants. “Mine?” Another thrust. A harder one. “Say it again.”

“I’m yours.” You reach for him, arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him down until his face is pressed against your neck, until you’re so wrapped up in each other you don’t know where he ends and you begin. You can feel every inch of him. Every breath. Every beat of his heart. “Only yours.”

He moans against you, hips snapping forward, driving into you so deep and so full you swear you can feel him in your throat. “Mine,” he agrees, and there’s a possessiveness to the word that makes your toes curl. “Always mine.”

Your nails drag across his back and he shudders, hips jerking against you, and… fuck.

The angle is perfect. His cock hitting that spot inside you that makes your vision go white, over and over and over, each thrust pushing you higher, closer. You try to tell him but you can barely form the words, let alone say them out loud.

“Shit.” You finally manage. “Oh my god.”

“Here?” He asks, knowing. He drives in again—harder, deeper, grinding against you just right—and you see stars.

“Yes.” You gasp. “Jude. Please.” Your hips lift, legs wrapping around him, pulling him closer, deeper. “Don’t stop.”

The sound that rips from his throat is something between a growl and a groan. His pace quickens, hips slapping against yours in an obscene slick slap of skin against skin. The sound of him fucking you—thrusting into you—is so fucking dirty, it makes your chest tighten. You're so fucking wet.

His body is slick with sweat, muscles tight with the effort to keep his pace.

“That’s it,” he murmurs into your ear, his voice barely more than a low, breathless rasp. “Just like that. Fucking made for me. So fucking wet…this pussy, I swear—” He chockes on the words, lips drag up your throat. “So tight, baby, so good. Can’t believe you're mine.”

You cry out, gripping his hair, pulling him into another kiss. His lips taste like sweat, like you—like everything. And you want to fucking drown in him.

“I—I love you,” you whisper. “So much.”

“I love you too, baby.” His voice cracks on the last word. It’s so fucking genuine, so full of everything, it almost makes your heart stop. “So much.” He pants against your ear, hips still working against yours. “You're all I think about. All I want. All I fucking need."

Your eyes flutter closed as you press a kiss to the side of his face. He feels so good. He always does, but this? This feels like worship. Like he's praying to you with every thrust.

The pleasure is building again, so fast, so sharp, it almost makes you dizzy. Your nails dig into his shoulders, legs tightening around his waist.

“I can’t—I can’t—” Your breath is coming in sharp gasps. “Jude—I need—”

“I know.” He lifts up just enough to look at you, eyes soft and glassy, a little unfocused. His forehead presses to yours, damp and warm. “Me too, baby.” He kisses the corner of your mouth, the edge of your jaw. “Come with me.” Another kiss. “Please.” Another. “Wanna feel you.” His lips drag across your cheek, breath fanning out on your face as his jaw goes slack, head dropping forward, the veins in his neck standing out. “Fuck. I’m not gonna last.”

You cling to him, tighter, closer, every muscle in your body tensing and squeezing. He feels it.

His thumb finds your clit again, rubbing softly as his hips press against yours, grinding, thrusting. You can feel the exact moment you start to come—the way your body tightens, the way your breath catches, the way he groans against your skin and chases you over the edge.

Your orgasm rips through you like lightning. It’s sharp and bright and so fucking intense you feel like you’re breaking apart, right there in his arms. And he holds you through it. Holds you so tightly, so gently.

It doesn’t take him long to follow after, hips snapping against yours one last time as he buries himself as deep as he can go. He groans, low and long and ragged, his whole body going tense, shaking, "Oh, fuck. Baby—I—"

And you can feel it. You can feel him come inside you—hot and wet and so fucking deep.

Your hands find his back, stroking up and down his shoulders, his spine, the nape of his neck. The touch is soft, soothing, and it seems to relax him, ease him. His muscles go slack, the tension bleeding out of him with every breath. He nuzzles into your throat, lips soft and damp against your skin.

Neither of you speaks.

Not yet.

The only sound in the room is your breathing—yours, fast and uneven; his, heavy and deep.

He doesn’t pull out right away. He just stays there, inside you, wrapped around you, his arms sliding under your back and pulling you in tighter, tighter, like he can’t bear to let go.

You turn your head just enough to brush your lips against his temple.

“I needed that,” you whisper.

He hums against your neck, nuzzling into the soft skin there like a big, satisfied cat. “Me too,” he murmurs. “So fucking much.”

He finally lifts his head, just enough to look at you. His eyes—God, his eyes. They’re soft. Adoring. Full of that same love you feel burning in your chest.

“You okay?” he asks.

You smile, hand finding his face, thumb sweeping across his cheek. “Better than okay.”

He leans into your touch, eyes fluttering shut as he turns his head to kiss your palm.

You stare at him for a second. At the fan of his lashes against his cheeks, at the softness of his lips against your skin. And it hits you, just how lucky you are.

And in that moment—with his heart beating against yours and his arms wrapped tightly around you—you finally believe him. You believe all of it. Every word. Every touch.

You are enough.

You are his.

And he is yours.

-Bianca🌻

[getvalentined]

Patreon Nonsense: The "It's Actually Way Worse Than You Probably Thought" Edition

So. Patreon says Apple will remove the app from the store unless everyone on the platform accepts payments via iOS, which means everyone has to switch to their unusable rolling billing cycle. This has plenty of issues already, but there is a unique problem in this claim for a fairly large niche of creators on the platform.

You see, 18+ creators are not discoverable via Patreon's search or in the app; you can only pledge on web via a link. This means that 18+ creators cannot accept payments via iOS. Full stop. We can't. You can browse us on the app if you're already pledged, but there is otherwise no way to even see us on it, and no way to pay us through it.

This means, based on what Patreon has said, we are keeping the platform in violation of Apple's alleged billing ToS.

This means that the only way forward for Patreon is to ban us all.

Even if we all switched to "subscription billing" all at once, it wouldn't matter. We can't take payments via iOS because Patreon will not let us; Apple definitely won't allow us to be visible, since they hate adult content, so this isn't going to change. There is no alternative.

If we don't all get banned for the crime of Creating As Adults, and also don't suddenly become discoverable via the app, then that means Patreon is OPENLY LYING about what Apple is demanding of them in order to force everyone onto their preferred billing structure.

I guess we'll find out which it is by next November, but my hopes aren't particularly high. I think that starting next year, Patreon is going to start a new 18+ Purge (just like tumblr did back in 2018) because (again) getting a bite of that Apple matters more than protecting the userbase that made the platform successful in the first place.

[satoshi-mochida]

BOKURA for PS5, PS4 delayed to summer - Gematsu

Publisher Kodansha and developer Tokoronyori have delayed the PlayStation 5 and PlayStation 4 versions of two-player puzzle adventure game BOKURA from their previously planned April 18 release date to sometime this summer.

BOKURA first launched in Early Access for PC via Steam on February 14, 2023, followed by a full release across Switch, PC, iOS, and Android on August 10, 2023.

From today until April 17 at 9:59 a.m. PT / 12:59 p.m. ET, the PC version of BOKURA will be on sale for $1.79, or 70 percent off its standard $5.49 price point. All versions of the game include cross-platform support.

Here is an overview of the game, via Kodansha:

About

This is a two-player only puzzle adventure game. It is a two-player game played on two devices. Although it is a cooperative game, what you see on the screens of both players is completely different. For example, although they should be looking at the same person, to one it looks like a storybook animal character, while to the other it looks like a robot. (The difference in perception causes the objects on the field to work differently in each world.) Players share what only they can see with their partner through conversation. They continue their journey by cooperating to solve riddles and puzzles. Players can also play online while talking to each other at a distance. The basic game system is a side-scrolling puzzle adventure with a two-player cooperative element. During the course of the story, players are faced with a number of critical choices. Depending on the choices made, the story will unfold in several different ways.

Story

Two boys who ran away from home discover a “dead deer” on their journey. Seeing it, they faint and everything they see in each other’s eyes becomes different. One is the world of animals, the other is the world of machines. The boys must unravel the mystery that happened to them. Can they return to their original world?

Key Features

The main difference between this game and other games is that you need a partner to play with.

You cannot play this game alone or against the computer (CPU).

Two players are always required.

In other words, this game starts by deciding “Who will you play with?” The game starts with the decision of “who to play with.”

The total playing time is about three to four hours. During that time, the two players discuss with each other and reconcile their perceptions, solve problems, and make critical decisions

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Zmiany, zmiany...

⭐ Co nowego

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Możesz już wyciszyć licznik nieprzeczytanych wiadomości ze społeczności, do której należysz, używając menu trzech kropek w prawym górnym rogu na stronie społeczności.

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[roocomehome]

Goodbye? I don't think so. I hope not. A very, very long rant about storage (🙄), simblr and whatever the fuck else I go on about for a few paragraphs. Skip to the end at the gold text for a more.... "definitive" answer. Especially if you want to skip the nitty gritty and sappy wappy.

i dont know what to do anymore, I freed up 18 GBs of space it all managed to go down the drain in literally an hour, Im moving my blender things to my external HDD, because that alone is 20 GBs (because of Scene sizes), I just hate to free up the space because I dont want it to go right back down. This all sucks cuz I really really enjoy being on Simblr, but sims 4 just continues to be a nuisance, whether its actual problems or its storage problems, it just always finds a way, every year, to get me to suddenly decide that im retiring until my next bout of Sims 4 hyperfixation. I love all of you guys and I love seeing how you all enjoy my work, and what I do, and I love seeing your stuff, you all make such amazing creations, granted if I stopped playing TS4, it wouldnt mean I have to stop interacting on simblr, it just wouldnt be the same. A pattern I notice anytime I start a social media platform, is that something always finds its way into completely demotivating me from posting, whether it's just literal lack of motivation, depression, realizing a project is too vast for me, storage problems, it's always something and it's always when I finally get comfortable or happy on a platform, especially after making friends, not that im saying my friends are one of the reasons I leave, thats far from it. I REALLY dont wanna take a break from Sims 4, I really really genuinely wanna start posting my story (W.A.S), but I'm not like a Sims 4 youtuber, I can't remain dedicated to one game, I play other games, I wanna play the Witcher games (or at least try to play them, I kinda suck rn), I wanna finish Detroit become human, I want to 100% Beyond two souls (and DBH), I wanna finish Disco elysium (started and never fucking finished 💀), I want to play Baldur's Gate 3, I mean, I purchased it at full price and I can't even play the game??... 😮‍💨 You get the point. At this point I wouldn't consider this a "goodbye," note, not... necessarily? I just get so frustrated having no storage, not to mention the fact that I need storage to literally do the stuff I do, like make edits, make poses, make renders, so the fact that I can't even do that, is just like... what's the point of even having Sims 4 anymore at that point? But I don't wanna leave simblr, I don't want to stop creating. It's funny, as I write this, I continue to give myself more and more of a reason to leave, the only real thing that's stopping me is just the fact that there's so many nice people here, I know that if I stopped playing the sims 4, I'd probably move onto another game (BG3................,,,,,..) and leave tumblr, or, at least leave Simblr. Which as I (think) said before, that's sad, I'd be sad, I'd miss people like Lori (groovetrys) and Lauren (miralure), June (circusjuney), Jade (gamyrmaiden), Anna (holocene-sims), butter (buttertrait), Fae (acuar-io), Verco (vercosims) and god, so many others, and sorry to break the atmosphere suddenly, but as I'm writing this, I'm listening to "In another life," from Everything everywhere all at once and it's making this very emotional for me, so if it gets sappy I apologize.

And I guess to be... insanely honest, as much as I want to release my story (trust me, I REALLY want to), I'm slowly beginning to realize more and more how not-easy it's gonna be to make scenes, writing it is fine for me, its just setting up the scenes feels like i'm forbidden to a life of staring at a bunch of words (pose names) trying to figure out what's what, where is what, what to do, where is where, who is who, who is what, how is what, how and why, need I continue. Storytelling is so insanely important to me, I believe that despite how little I read and despite how terrible of a student I have been, and despite how poor my literature skills are, that storytelling is still so important, fuck it, poetry has been such an inspiration for me, but I don't fucking know how to write poetry?? I can barely understand poetry at times, but it's still all so beautiful to me, the concept and the fact that people use metaphors so meticulously to create an allegory for something beautiful, or traumatic or sad, like in not so berry, the concept of an ocean being alexanders "love," and cataleya drowning in it, and her realizing she's drowning in his "love," but when she wants to leave, she really wonders if she actually wants to leave, to conceptualize and create this awful relationship in the means of an ocean is so... well, not beautiful in a reality sense, but in a technical/literary sense, it's beautiful, it's expression, and THATS what im passionate about. Remember what I said about getting sappy? Yea, sorry about that. After a while, I wonder what good repeating myself does, I've said about 5 or 6 times that I don't want to leave, yet here I am, with the mouse over the uninstall button like an idiot about to press the big "DON'T TOUCH" button, perhaps it's the idea that after repeating myself over and over again, that maybe I'll make up my mind, do I do a coin flip? I never listen anyways, I always continue to flip until it lands on what I like. So... why am I still writing? To be honest, I should've stopped by now, but you can only stop a dam so much before it all comes out. I do this with my friends, when I'm sad, I pour my heart out until it's a repetitive and overcooked version of "I'm sad." I write paragraph after paragraph and I literally could've just said "I don't have storage. Considering leaving simblr," and the same message would've gotten across, and I apologize, if you're still reading this, for making such a lengthy post, but I couldn't quite help spilling a bit of water everywhere, although I guess now my little puddle of water has become a flood. I use metaphors a lot, I apologize... again.

So what does all this bullshit that I typed out mean?

I don't know. I wonder the same myself, I'm fighting a battle more fierce than the one I had with my period last week, "Do I uninstall Sims 4 so I can have more freedom, and enjoy more content? or do I continue this rigorous battle of needing storage for the sake of a tumblr page, my enjoyment for writing and other shit I do in the sims 4?" I cannot say I will take a hiatus, because I will procrastinate, and I will forget completely about posting, and tumblr in general. I do still, at the very least, want to release my Official Teaser for my story, whether it be my last post or not, and at the very least, I want to introduce you to the characters, whether it be my last post(s) or not. Not to mention the fact that I want to continue sharing about Roo even if it's not about sims 4 anymore, I mean hell, I haven't even finished off the Leo and Roo part of his timeline.

For an INCREDIBLY watered down answer on whether or not this is goodbye, I say to you, not in this moment, not definitive enough for you yeah? Well, that's the thing, I don't have a definitive answer, you could fucking tear apart this entire college essay mat-pat style, and still not have a definitive fucking answer, and that's because I don't, sorry to all the people who don't want to listen to me rant or who want a clear answer, but I just don't have one. I've been known to make impulsive and on the whim (when I'm really emotional) decisions, and this is a situation where I don't want to do that, because I care about what I have here with ya'll.

If this ends up being one of my last posts, I bid you all adieu, I love you all, and I thank you so so so much for the laughs, and for the mutual connection we may or may not have had, I do not know if I'll make any actual posts for the next few days as I consider my decision, I will float around of course and continue reblogging this and that, and commenting and liking, etc etc. There's also a chance I may wake up tomorrow and look at this and think I was just being overly emotional about this stuff, and that now I look like an idiot, which is the case 9 times out of 10.

[artsyaech]

... i walk the line between goth and emo

[PT: i walk the line between goth and emo]

about me

my name is aech, but you can also call me kandi or io [if you're feeling generous]. full list of names

my pronouns are xae/xaer/xaers/xaerself and it/its/its/itself. [if you use they/them for me, i will bite you ^_^]

i am 18 years old.

i am icelandic with scottish ancestry [i am as white as humanly possible]

i am an alterhuman alien coatimundi frog thing. mostly an alien, though. ask me about my home planet, i am begging you.

i am a transxenine genderfluid girlboy creature-thing. i'm also a gaybian abrosexual lesboy turigirl faggot, so watch tf out.

this used to be a coining blog, but now it's just my main. might coin some stuff every now and again.

i'm autistic and i have ADHD and a lot of other stuff goin' on.

right now i'd describe myself as a j-fashion-obsessed punkish emo. i dabble in goth music, fashion and culture, but wouldn't really describe myself as such.

about this blog

i mostly post content related to my interests (see below)

i'm trying to make my blog more accessible again, i apologize for the absence of image IDs, i'll start tagging "id to be added" to posts i'll ID later.

askbox is always open and i encourage asks, actually. i need attention.

please be patient with me in general, i'm a nervous fella.

tags

#aech reblogs - reblogs

#aech rambles - textposts and misc ramblings

#aech’s terms - stuff i’ve coined (pride flags and stuff)

#the ghost of queue - queue

#aech’s asks - asks

current obsessions

musical / fashion subcultures are one of my biggest interests and have been for a damn while now. biggest fixation rn is emo [obviously], scene, goth and j-fashion.

my chemical romance, green day and jack stauber are my biggest music fixations at the moment [although, i'm really fixated on every aspect of jack stauber's work, not just the music]

david tennant and michael sheen [alec hardy is my wife btw]

tags, DNI and more info under cut

me because i got the emo freak autism instead of the science or math autism (music section)

killjoy, member of the mcrmy or whatever you wanna call it (i love my chemical romance and would die for ray toro)

my fav genres: 1st wave emo, crunkcore, easycore, emo [duh], emo metal, emo punk, grunge, grungegaze, indie, indie pop, metalcore, midwest emo, new wave, nu metal, pop-punk, punk, queer punk, screamo, shoegaze, "weirdcore" [worst genre name of all time].

emo music is the best and worst genre of all time [emo bands i like]: the academy is..., a day to remember, alkaline trio, brokencyde, dot dot curve, evanescence, fall out boy, green day, mayday parade, my chemical romance, paramore, pierce the veil, taking back sunday, the used.

i also like other music btw: alice in chains, bauhaus, blur, cavetown [saw him nov 2022], faith no more, gorillaz, jack stauber, kittie, lemon demon, siouxsie and the banshees, system of a down

other interests [in case you care]

writing and drawing. i might post the odd fanfic [ao3 url: artsyaech] or post a drawing once in a blue moon. i'm a college art student.

sociology and psychology.

collecting stuff. mostly virtually, i have a collection of internet graphics and such.

2000s culture in general, though i focus mostly on alternative stuff.

fashion. fashion history, fashion design, fashion styles. i observe modern fashion trends with binoculars from a bush, such interesting specimens. putting together outfits is a huge hobby of mine.

DNI

basic DNI criteria. bigots, right-wingers, TERFs, tr*mp supporters, etc.

queer exclusionists. this includes exclusion of any "good faith" queer identities [for lack of a better term]. this blog is a safespace for lesboys, turigirls, mspec gays and lesbians, xenogender people and neopronoun users. nobody has the right to dictate other people's gender, orientation, presentation, etc. research queer history.

anti-alterhuman [anti-therianthropy, anti-otherkin, anti-fictionkin] i am all of those things, if you have a problem with that, i'm just gonna continue existing

radqueers. go away, please.

proshippers and the like.

i think this pretty much sums it up, i won't have it too long.

last update: june 10th, 2025

[galaxymagick]

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2024 KEN FAN CONCERT [749번째 고백 - My love, My destiny] Global Online Streaming on FLNK! 켄 생일을 온콘으로도 함께 할 수 있는데…💛 🤵뵬빛 예신들… 내 고백 들을 준비 됐어…? ▶2024. 4. 7 (SUN) 7PM KST 🔗 https://flnk.io/shows/65fa89ad36a24c79b61a273c #빅스 #VIXX #켄 #KEN #이재환 #HAPPYKENDAY #749번째고백 #MyLove #MyDestiny #ONLINE #STREAMING #FLNK

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[long-live-evie]

Hey cuties! ✨ I'm Evie, formerly of the Peace Syndicate, now of the Reality Warriors, trying to find my feet in the Force.

Who I am and who I was are very different people now. If you're somehow from the Syndicate, understand one thing: this team is my family, and I will not go back.

💙Have fun!❤️

Relationship Status: Taken by @officialjohnjones

Mun and muse are 18+, and Evie is very much committed to her beloved John Jones (whose mun and muse are also 18+ and my irl husband). She will act committed to him, so DNI if you don't like PG-13 levels of spice. I will not write anything NSFW/explicit, but a married couple do not behave like just friends, so don't expect that.

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#open/#closed tags are in use to determine what posts are open to random interactions and which are predetermined, planned posts with intended recipients. If you see a #closed tag, you may read or archive-reblog, but if you try to interact you will be ignored, and continued disrespect of the boundaries will result in a block.

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I'm taking not breaking character seriously, but Evie is about as unserious as it gets. That said, there are some ground rules:

1. Absolutely ZERO NSFW. Evie is a free spirit, not a toy. Joke around, but don't cross the line of decency.

2. Apparently "God Mode" has been a problem. We'll be having none of that here. I'll warn you first try, block you second. God Mode is not fun for anyone.

3. I'm an adult, jsyk, I'm cool to chat with anyone but I'll remove myself from any situations with minors I think could get dangerous.

4. Respect my RP, I'll respect yours. We may not agree on a characterization, but that doesn't mean we can't have fun.

This blog deals with heavy topics such as ab#se, PTSD, hallucinations, death, loss, trauma, survivors' guilt, and other mental health issues.

Headcanons:

Evie gives off the vibe of an airhead, but she has a surprisingly sharp wit when she wants to show it. The Peace Syndicate has been trying to follow the Island forward ever since the Big Bang, but didn't have the tech to break through the dimensions. Until they finally made a breakthrough.

Her memories surrounding the rift that brought her to C5S4 are spotty and deeply traumatic. But she was confident, until S2 Remix, that her friends would find her there. Since then she's come to accept that her old team is dead, and she has worked to move on with John Jones and the Reality Warriors, trying to continue protecting the peace, but with less questionable methods.

The team has become her family, closer than she's ever had. Megalo Don is her best friend, followed closely by King Midas. Vengeance Jones is like an older brother to her. And John Jones is the love of her life.

She is now working to find her way forward with her new connection to the Force, which seems to have made a permanent connection with the Island and the Zero Point.

[shivamthakrejr]

Users will have to opt-in to both Labs and the SGE feature to use it, however.

Back in the olden days of last December, we had to go to specialized websites to have our natural language prompts transformed into generated AI art, but no longer! Google announced Thursday that users who have opted-in for its Search Generative Experience (SGE) will be able to create AI images directly from the standard Search bar.

SGE is Google’s vision for our web searching future. Rather than picking websites from a returned list, the system will synthesize a (reasonably) coherent response to the user’s natural language prompt using the same data that the list’s links led to. Thursday’s updates are a natural expansion of that experience, simply returning generated images (using the company’s Imagen text-to-picture AI) instead of generated text. Users type in a description of what they’re looking for (a Capybara cooking breakfast, in Google’s example) and, within moments, the engine will create four alternatives to pick from and refine further. Users will also be able to export their generated images to Drive or download them.

What’s more, users will be able to generate images directly in Google Images. So, if you’re looking for (again, Google’s example) “minimalist halloween table settings” or “spooky dog house ideas,” you’ll be able to type that into the search bar and have Google generate an image based on it. What’s really cool is that you can then turn Google Lens on that generated image to search for actual, real-world products that most closely resemble what the computer hallucinated for you.

There are, of course, a number of limitations built into the new features. You’ll have to be signed up for Google Labs and have opted-in to the SGE program to use any of this. Additionally, the new image generation functions will be available only within the US, in English-language applications and for users over the age of 18. That last requirement is a just bit odd given that Google did just go out of its way to make the program accessible to teens.

The company is also expanding its efforts to rein in the misuse of generative AI technology. Users will be blocked from creating photorealistic images of human faces. You want a photorealistic capybara cooking bacon, that’s no problem. You want a photorealistic Colonel Sanders cooking bacon, you’re going to run into issues and not just in terms of advertising canon. You’ll also be prevented from generating images of “notable” people, so I guess Colonel Sanders is out either way.

Finally, Google is implementing the SynthID system developed by DeepMind announced last month. SythID is a visually undetectable metadata watermark that denotes a generated image as such, as well as provides information on who, or what, created it and when. The new features will be available through the Labs tab (click the flask icon) in the Google app on iOS and Android, and on Chrome desktop to select users today and expanding to more in the coming weeks.

[kikigeh]

Once again a big bold reminder as to why tumblr had to take the measures that it took: Tumblr was used as a massive hub for Child Pornography trading and the reason why it was "singled out" was because it was the single site with most court document mentions when the FBI went after various unrelated pedophiles.

The reason as to why the whole app store fiasco happened as well was because Apple could have been held liable for hosting this very real, very prolific CP hub, so they had to distance themselves from the situation and the only way they could was by removing Tumblr.

One of the many reasons as to why the porn ban happened so haphazardly and why it targeted everything flesh-looking, was because there really was no other way to target the CP problem in as little time as they had in order to remain in the app store; sadly, in their attempt to keep themselves from losing a big chunk of an audience through apple ios users, they ended up losing the sex workers, porn actors, camgirls, nsfw artists, etc, who used tumblr as an open site to host and promote their services.

The "eradication of sexual content from online spaces" only ever happens because bad faith actors will be first in line to ruin it for everybody else. Adult content cannot be safely hosted because it will always leave a gap open for these kind of people. Rather than cultural, it's mostly legal and financial issues what will prevent an open +18 environment to ever exist in the future.

the way people on here talk about the porn ban makes me completely fucking insane honestly.

yes I would love a return to the old ways.

no that isn't something staff have control over, it's a systemic issue with puritanical groups intentionally strangling online infrastructure to make adult content impossible to platform.

no that doesn't mean the ban was value neutral and I will fucking kill you with my mind if you start going on about how 'it just meant all the annoying people left'

sex workers left, and so did the high spending customers who made tumblr a viable platform for a lot of other small creators

a lot of sex educators and queer outreach groups also left, and nobody seems to remember that they were a huge part of the landscape here

you have to take the eradication of sexual content from online spaces seriously as an issue that affects more than whether you personally can post catgirl balls on one specific platform

there is no 'good social media' in 2023 that will ever be equipped to solve this problem until the financial/cultural issue is addressed. decentralisation is your best bet. sorry.

[cydiaios2025]

How to Get Cydia – A Simple Guide for iOS Users in 2025

Cydia is the most popular third-party app store for iPhones and iPads. It lets you customize your device, install tweaks, and use apps that Apple doesn’t allow in the App Store. If you’ve been wondering how to get Cydia, this guide will help you understand the easiest and safest way to install it on your device.

In 2025, getting Cydia has become much easier thanks to tools like CydiaFree. You no longer need to jailbreak your iPhone to enjoy the benefits of Cydia. Keep reading to learn more.

What Is Cydia?

Cydia is an app store that works outside of Apple’s system. It allows you to:

Download apps not found in the App Store

Add new features to iOS

Apply themes and custom icons

Tweak system settings

It’s the reason many users search for how to get Cydia — they want more freedom over their iPhones and iPads.

Why People Want to Get Cydia

Apple keeps iOS locked down to ensure security and control. But that also limits user options. Cydia changes that. With Cydia, users can:

Customize their home screen

Install mods for games

Use advanced settings Apple blocks

Knowing how to get Cydia opens up these options without waiting for Apple to allow them.

Is Jailbreaking Still Needed in 2025?

Years ago, you had to jailbreak your iPhone to install Cydia. But jailbreaking has risks:

It voids your warranty

Can cause software problems

Might make your device unsafe

Luckily, there’s now a safer way: CydiaFree. It lets you get Cydia features without a jailbreak.

How to Get Cydia with CydiaFree

Here’s a step-by-step guide for how to get Cydia using the CydiaFree tool:

Open Safari on your iPhone

Go to https://www.cydiafree.com/

Tap “Download” or “Install”

Follow the on-screen instructions

Add the profile to your phone

Open CydiaFree and explore the features

That’s it! You’ve now learned how to get Cydia the easy way.

Why CydiaFree Is the Best Way to Get Cydia

CydiaFree makes it simple for users to try Cydia-style features. Here’s why it’s the top method for anyone looking into how to get Cydia:

No jailbreak required

Compatible with iOS 12 to iOS 18.5

Works on all modern iPhones and iPads

Safe and easy to use

Try CydiaFree to get Cydia. It is the best way to download a Cydia alternative. CydiaFree is the best way to download Cydia.

What You Can Do with CydiaFree

Here are just a few things you can do once you learn how to get Cydia using CydiaFree:

Install apps that aren’t allowed on the App Store

Change your iPhone’s look and feel

Add new features to iOS

Download modded versions of your favorite apps

The possibilities are huge once you have access.

Supported Devices and iOS Versions

CydiaFree supports almost every iOS device in use today:

iPhones from iPhone 6s to iPhone 15

All iPads running iPadOS 12 to 18

iOS versions from 12 to 18.5

If you own an iPhone or iPad from the last few years, chances are you can use CydiaFree today.

FAQs About How to Get Cydia

Q1: Is CydiaFree legal?Yes. CydiaFree doesn’t jailbreak or alter your device permanently.

Q2: Is it free to use?Yes. Basic features are free, with optional upgrades.

Q3: Can I remove CydiaFree?Yes. Just delete the profile in settings.

Q4: Does it harm my phone?No. It’s safe and doesn't access your system files.

Q5: Will it work on iOS 18.5?Yes. It fully supports the latest iOS versions.

Conclusion – How to Get Cydia in 2025

If you’ve ever asked yourself how to get Cydia, now you have the answer. Use CydiaFree to get all the features of Cydia without the risks of jailbreaking.

Visit: https://www.cydiafree.com/

Follow the steps and enjoy full control over your iPhone or iPad. Try CydiaFree to get Cydia — it is the best way to download a Cydia alternative. CydiaFree is the best way to download Cydia in 2025.

[satoshi-mochida]

BOKURA coming to PS5, PS4 on April 18, 2025 - Gematsu

Publisher Kodansha and developer Tokoronyori will release two-player puzzle adventure game BOKURA for PlayStation 5 and PlayStation 4 via PlayStation Store on April 18, 2025, the companies announced.

BOKURA first launched in Early Access for PC via Steam on February 14, 2023, followed by a full release across Switch, PC, iOS, and Android on August 10, 2023.

Here is an overview of the game, via Kodansha:

About

This is a two-player only puzzle adventure game. It is a two-player game played on two devices. Although it is a cooperative game, what you see on the screens of both players is completely different. For example, although they should be looking at the same person, to one it looks like a storybook animal character, while to the other it looks like a robot. (The difference in perception causes the objects on the field to work differently in each world.) Players share what only they can see with their partner through conversation. They continue their journey by cooperating to solve riddles and puzzles. Players can also play online while talking to each other at a distance. The basic game system is a side-scrolling puzzle adventure with a two-player cooperative element. During the course of the story, players are faced with a number of critical choices. Depending on the choices made, the story will unfold in several different ways.

Story

Two boys who ran away from home discover a “dead deer” on their journey. Seeing it, they faint and everything they see in each other’s eyes becomes different. One is the world of animals, the other is the world of machines. The boys must unravel the mystery that happened to them. Can they return to their original world?

Key Features

The main difference between this game and other games is that you need a partner to play with.

You cannot play this game alone or against the computer (CPU).

Two players are always required.

In other words, this game starts by deciding “Who will you play with?” The game starts with the decision of “who to play with.”

The total playing time is about three to four hours. During that time, the two players discuss with each other and reconcile their perceptions, solve problems, and make critical decisions

Watch a new trailer below.

PlayStation 5 and PlayStation 4 Announce Trailer

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