#okay now the stupid fucking algorithm tags are done

[dogmasquerade]

[numetaljackdog]

oh fuck!!!!! i've been tagged by @charlottan for a funny game of "name five things that i like"!!!!!! thanks you :)

let's get the obvious out here in the open. i love NU METAL. and many other music genres too, some honorable mentions including post-grunge, eurodance, hardcore hip hop, folk rock, metalcore, digital hardcore, prog rock, bebop, hyperpop, and plenty more. but NU METAL i love the chunky bassy rhythm sections, i love the freaky ridiculous vocal styles, i love how stupidly earnest a lot of the songs are, i love the terrible rapping, i love the stupid outfits...... it's so beautiful. to me.......

i love physical media bc i like to hold the art in my hands and look at it and see all the little details :^)

LOVE a good chart. or a graph. or a table. or a spreadsheet. just representations of data. give me thos variables

i love....... TRANSGENDER PEOPLE <3 i feel so much more content than i ever could have imagined when i'm sitting around in a big bucket of queers (would love to do it irl someday :'3). all the funny and not-so-funny oddballs of the world are what make it livable. and extra special thanks to some particular oddballs......

my friends!!!!! my wonderful friends who have for some reason signed up to the experience of seeing me talk a whole lot, and to whom i have done the same bc they're all soooo smart and cool and right about everything all the time!! i love you all terribly and i hope someday we can all hold hands and watch the sunset together and have a big feast and be as one on our beautiful green earth <33333

now. the tagging dilemma. consulting my complex algorithm on the matter . . . . . . . . . okay. alright. tagging @violetgec @transgirlmononoke @kiwi-draws @malicious-face @paperandpencilsandskips @toriel-vapes @gearsphere @mino2aur @prospera-mercury @babudarabu @specterpants @ladylolth @chainsawhethey @melaniefangz @needsmoreknives

[heretherebedork]

I think I sent an ask to u before and I rather u read this one more over than the other cause I didn’t explain myself better so I just wanted to say not to take it in the wrong way it’s not meant to be hate or anything it’s just frustrating to continue to see more hate for the show when me and many others just want to talk about the episodes also with the whole Kinn thing ik all of us see him in different light like u and your followers y’all prefer Vegas over him which for me I don’t agree ik Kinn isn’t perfect and he has messed up multiple times over and over again but he admitted to his mistakes and for me I liked that he did especially to Porsche and that they were able to try and move on I like their growth and yes there’s a lot he can work on but I don’t see him in the way everyone does it’s confusing for me to see how every episode people hate him more and more and I don’t get it because to me he’s trying yeah he’s still stupid but he’s not as horrible as everyone makes him, I also don’t like how everyone try’s to make Vegas seem like some saint when he’s far from it and I don’t like how everyone ignores half the crap he has done but give crap to Kinn (which is understandable but again he has admitted his wrong and we can’t lie and say he didn’t) while Vegas hasnt yes vegas has a horrible father but that doesn’t excuse his actions like everyone does if everyone who hates Kinn for their reasons then have Vegas on that same level because if Kinn is bad then so is Vegas. But also I will just like for those who hate the show to just stop watching it it was for u and that’s simply okay but it’s just annoying to continue to see the same thing over and over again in the tag on every platform it’s okay if u hate the show

I never tag any of my negative posts with the show specifically so no one has to see them.

I am very clear that Vegas is not just fucked but deeply fucked up.

And the only thing I say about Kinn is that the shows narrative paints him as perfect. I don't talk about him now basically at all, he's never wrong in the show. So you're totally right about that.

Like, I'm sorry that these things bother you but I very specifically do not tag my negative posts with the fandom to avoid this, in fact I tag them with negative, criticism and no tags here to make them easy to avoid.

I do not think Vegas has any excuse only an explanation and a lot of mistakes.

I don't hate the show. I don't like the main pairing because they've become too perfect and fluffy for my taste without feeling earned but like... I also avoid tagging them and even make entire posts without using their names to try to avoid the algorithm.

But also... this is just how fandom goes. People enjoy things differently. There's a reason I stick to my corner and don't comment on things other people post.

I'm not going to stop watching the show because I dislike the main couple. I'm not going to do watching a show because I have criticism of the show.

I am going to type this reply in my phone, though, so apologies for typos.

Not sure this is the response you wanted but this is all I've got.

[catgirl-catboy]

I posted 5,298 times in 2022

That's 3,677 more posts than 2021!

947 posts created (18%)

4,351 posts reblogged (82%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@cursed--alien

@repost-this-image

@universeshards

@proship-fictionkin

@pudgyroo

I tagged 1,231 of my posts in 2022

#proship - 216 posts

#anti anti - 142 posts

#proshipper - 120 posts

#pro ship - 96 posts

#ask tag - 74 posts

#pro fiction - 66 posts

#pro shippers - 64 posts

#proshippers please interact - 57 posts

#pro ship safe - 54 posts

#danganronpa - 44 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#there is a difference between someone that dislikes something and someone who judges if it is okay to bully someone or not based off one thi

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

The irony of One Piece for having a canonically asexual main character and then giving him a brother NAMED Ace who is one of the biggest sluts in the manga is unparalelled.  

1,084 notes - Posted August 4, 2022

#4

From now on, I’m going to talk about perfectly common tropes like an anti.

Oh?  You condone love triangles?  You normalize jealousy in relationships where impressionable teens can see it?   Most love triangles have two men fighting over a women, so you must be objectifying her, you sexist!   The existance of love triangles is causing nobody to respect polyamorous people, setting progress back years!  If you enjoy love triangles, you are probably going to cheat on me, so don’t fucking get near!

1,623 notes - Posted August 20, 2022

#3

What if the reason antis get confused about ‘gross shit’ being in the main tags is because they assume the main tags should be more algorithm-like?   That the ‘gross shit’ should sink to the bottom where it is never seen.   Bad news guys:  Most recent absolutely does not fucking work like that, and nobody has a clue how most popular works.

2,055 notes - Posted August 22, 2022

#2

Honestly people should stop seeing autistic people as high/low functioning and start thinking about it like Pokemon stats.

For instance, I have a low stamina stat.   Need to bring my headphones everywhere because loud noise really wears me down.   However, there are some stats I’m quite high in.   I can eat most foods without sensory issues, and I think I can small talk quite well even if I don’t care to.

There is no such thing as the strongest (or most neurotypical) pokemon!  It depends a lot on type matchups, movesets, playstyles.   A Pokemon most people would think of as strong, like a Charizard, might struggle when faced with a rock type.  So! Give yourself an item or teach yourself a new move. 

2,597 notes - Posted August 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Honestly, to any fellow neurodivergents that struggle with doing tasks: have you tried doing the task intentionally badly?

I'm serious. I always used to struggle with getting schoolwork done on time. Then one day, out of a place of spite, I tried to write the shittiest assignment the teacher ever damn graded. (It was a stupid assignment.) Got fed up with the bit halfway through and began writing the assignment in earnest. This has helped me start shit halfway since.

Even if it doesn't work like that for other people, half-assed is better than not finished. Half ass cleaning? Guess what, the space is still cleaner.

If you are reading this, I encourage you to try that thing you are procrastinating on or struggling with using the minimum effort possible.

4,113 notes - Posted October 7, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[halzore]

Okay, but why does tumblr not just have a “I don’t want to see this post” feature for things that blogs you follow reblog.

I am all for curating my experience. I think it’s why I am still here. But every now and again a popular post that I either dislike, or is so long and annoying, keeps getting reblogged, clogging up my dash.

I don’t want to unfollow the people who have done it. Because they can’t help the StUPId algorithm that decides what I see.

I get the whole “filter tags” stuff. But more often than not, I don’t tag reblogs and for some of those huge long posts I have no idea what to actually filter?

Therefore a “I don’t want to see this post” function. That allows you to block particular posts and thier subsequent reblogs, sounds like a swell idea.

Instead of creating fucking PostPlus @staff should actually make thier platform more usable and intuitive.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi Steph, I hope you have a lovely day :) did you see the news that apparently S5 has been announced?? do you know if it's true?? should I freak out? :D

Hi Nonny!

Okay so this is going to give me an opportunity to finally get this off my chest, just know that I am NOT upset or angry at you, I’m upset and angry at the “journalists” who keep doing this shit every few months. So, as I keep saying and will always say:

It’s all clickbait. All of it.

I checked to make sure, and this was my first result. Look at the headline:

Notice the wording in this one… None of it is “BBC Confirmed” or “Moffat confirmed”. They’re using speculative words like “teasing”.

Scroll down the article:

There is no official release date for a new series of Sherlock but we can expect the show to arrive in either 2022 or 2023. 

This “journalist”, among many others, is literally just fucking trawling tumblr blogs and pulling information from people like our little corner here who have already done all the fucking work for them. 

The second link I got brought me here, posted just before Dracula, and is LITERALLY just rehashing the shit they recycle every 6 months. Summary is: We don’t know, but please click and subscribe to our website for updates.

I’ve worked in the media, at 4 newspapers, for almost a decade. This shit is normal when it’s a slow news month and they need fluff pieces (which Jan and Feb usually are dead news wise when you want to ignore what’s going on in the world), they go through what gave them clicks this time last year, and assign some intern to just drudge up some “news” clickbait article that they can get some advertising dollars on. Sherlock still gets clicks, ergo, let’s BS an article.

And because they’re using words in the article that doesn’t confirm nor deny anything, and use words that are synonyms with “allegedly”, it’s all completely legal and not fake news. It’s ALL in the language of the article. Carefully read any article about S5 and NONE of them use words that are synonyms with “confirm” other than “so and so confirmed they want to do an S5″ and that’s where the sneaky bit comes in… notice “WANT TO DO” not “ARE DOING”. It’s all about grammar.

Literally this and other articles are just clickbait garbage that is all speculations of stuff we as a fandom have all made on all of our recent S5 posts. It’s only coming up BECAUSE we have been talking about it here on Tumblr and then that brings up the topic in Google search algorithms.

I find it rather interesting that, since I’ve been answering asks recently on my blog about S5, and after I and others replying to my posts are doing all the bloody leg work, that all of a sudden these “writers” are SUDDENLY just talking about Sherlock again. Gee what a coincidence :| Do your own research,  “writers”, stop beating a dead horse with this clickbait crap and stop taking all our work.

Don’t give them the clicks. I’ll save you the trouble; everything discussed in all the google results are everything already talked about in all my S5 posts since Dec. 31/19:

Do you think we’ll ever get an S5 (Dec. 31/19)

Additional Sources to Gattiss’ Homoerotic Quote 

An Ask Linked to It 

Do I Think S5 is still a possibility?

If S5 Continued in the same vein as S4, should TJLC shippers continue to support the show? 

Why are S5 Sherlock BBC discussions popping up again right now? 

What do you think of the theory about Ben’s Hair growing out? (with links to projects of the actors)

Here’s Why The Hair is Growing Out (not my post)

Do you think it’s time to totally give up on S5? 

Any chance they did a super secret episode? … I just want their confirmation, whether S5 is coming or not 

If we’re not going to get a fifth season, then why is the show not cancelled yet? 

Isn’t It Rude of Mofftiss to just not confirm? 

Since Gatiss said he made the show homoerotic just to attract people, I can’t see the characters as I saw them before… How do you cope with that? 

Am I the only one who doesn’t want an S5?

What are the chances that they did film a super secret episode?

Do you believe that Mofftiss are purposely confusing us to surprise us later?

“S5 and Beyond” blog tag

“S5 Speculations” blog tag

“Secret Episode” blog tag

There ya go, saved you from giving them views, LOL. I suffer their stupidity so you don’t have to, LOL.

So the TL;DR answer to your question is: No. Don’t freak out. It’s not happening anytime soon.

They’re literally just taking advantage of Sherlock being still semi-relevant to make money in a slow news month. Until you hear it from Moffat, Gatiss, possibly BBC, Sue Vertue, Hartswood Studios, AND (not OR, AND) the actors themselves, don’t believe a damn thing. It’s not happening anytime soon, either, I feel. I’ve done a tonne of legwork already: Ben, Martin, Gatiss AND Moffat are ALL busy for the foreseeable future: Moffat and Gatiss are writing stage plays, and Ben and Martin both have busy IMDb schedules for the next 2 to 4 years. And they’re the only ones who matter (because let’s be real, without Ben, there’s no Sherlock), so… I’m sorry to be blunt and harsh, but sometimes we have to step back out of the bubble of Tumblr and look at reality for our own sanity.

*hugs* Sorry Nonny

[ironstarker]

Cherry Pie (pt. 3)

Part 1 | Part 2

Notes: Things get spicier! Maybe? That’s a lie. As a side-note, I normally write from Tony’s perspective so it’s weird not getting to see a lot of the “why or how” behind his actions or his comings-and-goings. Some of the things he has in his hotel room, for example, or why he went off in the middle of the night to...do things. I’m trying to limit explanations to what Peter knows because sometimes I tend to elaborate too much (like I’m probably doing right now in this blurb) so that’s that. Anyway, as always, thanks for the love and support and I hope you enjoy! I promise the next chapter will have less talking, more smutting. 

Also, because of tumblr’s stupid tag algorithm, I won’t be posting tw’s in the tags, they’ll be available up here!

Warning(s): Underage, Non-Consensual Touching & Bondage, Crying, Kidnapping, Dirty Talk, Anal Fingering, Bloodplay (Kind of?).

Taglist: @hoeforthegays

AO3 Link

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The least the bastard could’ve done before he left Peter tied to the bed was turn on the heat. The teenager was freezing, nipples pebbled, goosebumps dotting his flesh. “This sucks.��� Okay, it more than sucked. He’d been knocked out, taken to a dingy motel room, had some mass murderer finger him, and now he could feel the zip ties chafing his skin. Peter had tugged on them once too many times, it seemed. His wrists were aching, and his thighs were faring no better. He hated it, but Peter was grateful that Tony — Mr. Stark — had pulled his boxers up before he’d left. At least he didn’t have to feel the lube chilling, nor his hole exposed to the air. That would’ve been the last amount of degradation he figured he could’ve handled.

Maybe not, all things considered. It could’ve been worse. The man could’ve raped him while he was at it. Peter had spent the better part of what he assumed was all night (light was beginning to filter in through the thin curtains) thinking of ways to escape, but between the handcuffs and the zip ties, his best bet was to wait until he could convince Tony to get rid of them.

Why did he keep thinking about him as Tony?

As Peter lay there, groggy, he began to wonder if this was an early onset to Stockholm syndrome. He squirmed, thrashing around on the bed in an abrupt effort to see if the ties would give. They didn’t. The teenager exhaled, his eyes falling to the checkered pattern on his boxers. At least he wasn’t in a gold bikini. At least Tony was somewhat attractive, and not a giant slug like Jabba the —

Footsteps outside the door made him still, his eyes going wide. He made a noise against the gag, sure that it would be his savior, and not —

Tony. He stepped through the door and Peter quieted immediately. A rush of cold air accompanied the man, flakes of snow swirling inside the motel room. Peter noticed that Tony hadn’t returned with his bag of tools, and he wasn’t sure whether or not he should feel relieved or more concerned. Peter choked against the gag in his efforts to get the convict’s attention, though he wasn’t sure why he thought that was even remotely a smart idea, but he fell silent when Tony turned to face him.

Even in the low light the covered window cast upon the room, Peter could see that the front of his coat was stained with blood. It was zipped open to reveal the white cotton shirt from earlier, equally stained. Peter’s eyes went wide and he squeaked, his muscles twitching in an involuntary response to get away from the man. Mr. Stark stalked towards him, and when Peter looked down he saw that the man’s hands were coated in drying blood. Peter could see where it crusted underneath his fingernails. Mr. Stark said nothing as he bent over the boy, sliding one of his dirtied hands down Peter’s chest, leaving a vague smear of blood near his nipples. Peter shivered, stared up at Stark’s face so he didn’t have to think about the blood on his skin. Maybe Jabba the Hutt would’ve been a better option after all.

“Sorry I was gone so long, sweetheart. Couldn’t help myself, had to have a little fun before the main event.” He petted Peter’s skin so reverently, smearing more blood here and there. Main event? Peter closed his eyes, wishing the gag would slip down his throat so he could choke on it, be put out of his misery. Mr. Stark frowned down at him and, almost as though he’d read Peter’s thoughts, plucked the fabric out of his mouth. “That’s better, isn’t it?”

Peter said nothing, squeezed his eyes shut tighter until a sharp pain split across his cheek from where the man struck him. Peter yelped. His eyes flew open and he stared up at Mr. Stark, that same fear from earlier creeping back in and holding him like a vice. Stark’s eyes were flat, cold.

“I think you forgot your manners.”

A pink tongue darted out to wet dry lips. “Thank you, Mr. Stark,” Peter whispered, and soon averted his eyes.

Fingers bit into his skin, and Mr. Stark forced Peter to look up at him. His cheeks began to cramp from how tightly the man’s blunted nails bit into him. “You wanna try that again?” The man’s lip was curled into a sneer.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Stark! Thank you, sir!” Peter’s voice hitched higher, desperate to appease the man hovering over him.

Stark considered him. Peter’s cheek began to ache from where the man had struck him, but he had wisened up. He didn’t complain, and instead waited. There was silence in the room, though Peter could hear the wind rattling against the glass of the window. And then, quick as it came, the pressure on his cheeks was gone. Mr. Stark turned away from him and strode off towards the bathroom.

Peter let out a choked sob of sheer relief when the door slammed shut behind him. His body twitched on the bed, and it took a moment to register, but Peter realized he was shivering. It had nothing to do with the cold. His eyes drifted down to where he could see a smear of dry, crusted blood swiped across his chest from where Mr. Stark had touched him. Peter didn’t want to know what his face might look like. Was blood on his chin? His cheeks? Somewhere across his nose? He heard water running in the bathroom, and his muscles spasmed again.

He didn’t know how long he waited for Stark to emerge. A few minutes, maybe more, but when the man came back, he had a rag in his hand. It was pure white and damp, Peter could see, but his focus shifted to the man holding it. Stark flipped the light on by the bedside table, casting the pair of them in an ugly, yellowish glow. He wasn’t wearing his shirt anymore, and his hair was damp like he’d wet it with his fingers. Or had he showered? How long had the man been gone? The boy was beginning to panic, the gravity of the situation settling in. He was losing all sense of time in this place, and he didn’t even realize when he was dissociating. Peter knew in the back of his mind it would be better to catalogue his surroundings, but all he could see was the washcloth.

“Got you all dirty, sweetheart,” Mr. Stark explained, his knee digging into the bed as he leaned over it and began to swab Peter’s chest. The rag was warm. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

What sort of man was Stark? It was like he had two personalities, at times. Peter couldn’t pin him down, but there again, he’d never encountered a psychopath before. That was what he was, right? Peter tried to think back to his classes in school, to the psychology elective he’d figured would look better than art. What was the difference? Peter flinched when the rag swiped over his nipples. “I — I don’t think there’s any blood there, Mr. Stark,” he whispered, and his voice sounded so meek. Moments before the man’s arrival, Peter had wanted to fight — and now, here, in his presence, he was cowering like a lamb caught in a wolf’s trap. “You need to wash up. You’ve been here all night.”

God, why did the older man sound so enamored with him? Peter didn’t want to entertain that thought. He flinched as the man began circling the cloth over his nipple, working it back up to a sensitive point. Peter bit down on his bottom lip, wasn’t sure if the coppery blood he tasted was his own or someone else’s. It made him nauseous, and he let go. The cloth was on his face next. Mr. Stark took care to wipe over his chin and on his cheeks. When he was done, Peter thought he might go, but then Stark’s lips were on his own. Peter’s eyes went wide and he made a muffled sound against the older man’s mouth, and it earned him nothing more than a sharp slap across his cheek and a warm hand grasping his throat, constricting his airway. Peter choked, the muscles in his arms tensing as he tried to free his hands to get the man off of him. Mr. Stark’s features had contorted, twisted into something animalistic. “You won’t do that again, Peter. Or I will choke the life out of you and bury you with the other fuck I murdered last night.” Peter sucked in a breath and stilled. “Please — don’t.”

Stark’s grip relaxed, but he didn’t let go. He brought the cloth up again, dabbing at Peter’s lip with the hand that wasn’t around his throat, and it was then that the boy realized he was bleeding. Fresh blood stained the cloth, but Mr. Stark seemed to run out of patience. He tossed it aside on the bed, and the hand that was on Peter’s throat pushed up close to the junction of his neck and jaw. Peter’s head was forced back, exposing the line of his neck. He stared up at Mr. Stark with trepidation, and the man watched him in turn. His dark eyes were mesmerizing. Peter blinked up at him, holding his breath, afraid to say a word and break this little trance.

“Let’s try that again.”

Peter didn’t have to ask to know what the older man meant. He was panicking, even if he didn’t know why. He’d already had his first kiss moments ago, thanks to Mr. Stark. But Peter felt his heartbeat tick up faster, and he held his breath as the man pressed his lips against Peter’s. The boy didn’t move at first, but then he felt calloused fingers tightening from their hold around his throat, and he relented. What else could he do? It was awkward, and Peter wasn’t sure how to kiss other than follow Stark’s lead. He didn’t have to do much before a tongue was invading his mouth, and Peter parted his lips for it, compliant. He let Stark explore to his leisure. Peter tasted the tang of his own blood on Stark’s tongue. When prompted, he responded as the older man’s tongue brushed his own. That had to be what he wanted, right? He wasn’t choking Peter anymore. That was a plus.

When the kiss was over, Mr. Stark withdrew and stared at him, dark eyes narrowed. Peter felt himself flushing. “Oh,” Mr. Stark said, sounding as though he’d just solved a differential equation. His expression shifted from scrutiny to glee. “You mean nobody’s ever tasted you, sweetheart? I’ve done it thrice now.”

Right. Peter had forgotten that he didn’t have a clue what the older man had done to him while he’d been unconscious. His body tensed at the thought.

“I want to find out how good you really taste.”

Confusion flickered across Peter’s face. And then, the color drained away as Mr. Stark left the bed to rummage around in the bathroom. He returned with a knife, and Peter all but squealed on the bed, thrashing like a stuck pig.

“Mr. Stark, Mr. Stark, please — I’ve been good. I’ve been so good, I’ll be good just don’t — ” Peter was wailing, but he didn’t care. The tears came so easily with the blade of Mr. Stark’s knife glinting in the dim light.

Mr. Stark reached out, pushing his palm down against Peter’s mouth. For an instant, Peter thought about biting into the meaty flesh. Stark shushed him, set the tip of the blade near Peter’s bellybutton. “I’m not going to hurt you.” Peter made a muffled sound against Stark’s hand. Wasn’t that what he’d been doing? He felt the cool blade dip down beneath the fabric of his boxers, and then there was a sharp tug and a ripping sound and the fabric was — oh no.

Somehow, the knowledge that the last barrier of protection he’d had was gone (even despite the fact that Stark had removed him of it, pulled the fabric down his thighs and fingered him earlier) felt worse than Peter’s uncertainty about what the older man planned to do. Peter felt exposed, and he squeaked when he felt the tip of the knife tracing along the line of his cock. He squeezed his eyes shut, quivering beneath Stark’s palm, and his trembling didn’t cease until the blade was abandoned with a heavy clatter onto the bedside table. Peter cracked an eye open, exhaled against Mr. Stark’s palm. The man was staring down at him, brow knitted.

“I told you I wouldn’t hurt you.” The word came to Peter, unbidden: sociopath. That was what Mr. Stark was.

[madamslayyy]

Okay? Okay. (Erik Killmonger x Reader)

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Reader

A/N: Dark-ish fic about Erik. Not Softboi!Erik whatsoever!! Could be triggering to some readers! Manipulation and verbal abuse is kinda heavy! Another fic for my Fic Fest! Gif Cred. to @wifin-niggaz

“What can you do about it? Not a damn thing,” Erik chuckled darkly and that was the moment you knew he was right.

You and Erik were... something. At least to you. But that something was never defined and it felt as if you were trapped in a perpetual state of Hot and Cold with Erik’s affection. There were times he would act as if he couldn’t live without you, as if your touch was the only thing grounding him. While at other times it was almost as if he hated you, as if he thought so lowly of you, he couldn’t even stand to look at you.

You knew, deep down you always knew he was out of your league. You also knew you weren’t enough for him. You knew that he wandered, slept with other girls, entertained females constantly. And you tried to pretend you didn’t care, that it didn’t absolutely eat you alive how he would undress bad chicks with his eyes right in front of you before glancing back at you and smirking at your hurt expression.

Erik could care less about how you felt and he made that quite evident to you. But that wasn’t the only side of him you saw. He could be thoughtful, sweet, passionate, and even borderline loving.

But that wasn’t enough for you anymore.

You were sick of being so enamored with a man who never extended even a fraction of that love back. The final straw was when you’d went over to his place only to find him with the cheapest, most hideous shade of pink lipstick smudged against the collar of his jacket.

You were livid, instantly shoving him away at the sight of it. You’d expected him to look a little shocked, maybe even a bit guilty, but all you were met with was the same shit-eating grin he always wore in situations like these. It was almost as if he wanted you to see it. As if he craved your reaction. He knew you were coming over in advance, he could have changed or hid it if he wanted to but he just didn’t care.

“I’m sick of this shit Erik! When are you going to let these other hoes go?!” You yelled but you might as well have been yelling at a brick wall.

“And why would I do something stupid like that?” Erik asked nonchalantly, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Because I’m right fucking here Erik! Because I’m a human being with feelings that you constantly disregard! Because I’m tired of sharing! I’m done watching you gallavant around with other hoes before you mosey your way over to me!” You huffed as Erik glared at you in an unsettling emotion. Was it anger? Annoyance? Resentment? You could never tell with him.

“Oh yeah? What can you do about it? Not a damn thing,” Erik chuckled menacingly. There he went laughing at you again, finding humor in your pain. You never thought that at any point in your life you would let a man do this to you. Erik was never going to change and your only option was to get with the program or get left behind.

“You’re right,” you said in a small voice. Erik obviously wasn’t expecting such an answer because it wiped the smug grin right off his face. You turned to leave when you felt him grab your arm.

“Where the hell you think you’re going?” Erik’s eyes narrowed as you calmly shrugged out of his hold.

“Like you said, there’s nothing I can do to stop you. I can’t love you into being a better man if it’s not in you, no matter how hard I want it to be. So all that’s left is for me to walk away.” You turned back to the door to open it only for Erik to slam it back shut from behind you.

You turned around to look at him and found his eyes were furious. His chest was heaving up and down, an animalistic look encompassing his entire being.

“Who the fuck are you to tell me what kind of man I am?” He growled. You stared at him blankly. God he was so handsome. His features looked molded by God, even when contorted with anger.

But you were tired. Tired of his inconsistency. Tired of him transferring his hurt and anger into you. And tired of him riling you up just to get a reaction out of you. Just like he was doing now.

“You’re right. I’m no one to tell you what kind of man you are. Especially when I have no idea as to what that is. I barely know you at all.” Once you said it, you knew it wasn’t true but it didn’t stop the slightly stung expression from gracing his face, even if only for a moment.

“Get the fuck out,” he barked.

“I was leaving anyway,” you said in the same even tone as before. You could tell it was driving him up the wall and though you hated to admit it, a small part of you took great pleasure in that.

You could see the wheels turning in his head. He was trying to find something to say that would make him the victor. Something so harsh it would break you out of your calm demeanor.

“You know you ain’t mean shit to me, right? Just convenient cheeks. And the sex wasn’t even that good. I don’t know why I was wasting my time with your ugly ass. I was fucking badder bitches anyway.” Erik snarled as he looked down at you in utter disgust. Deep down you knew he probably didn’t mean it (or at least not all of it) but those fears had always been looming in the back of your mind since you two first got together. He’d just finally voiced them.

“Okay,” you said in that same monotonous voice and with that you finally left. Closing the door behind you. You didn’t make it two steps before the tears clawed their way through your eyes and small whispers emitted from your throat.

You knew it was going to take time to get over Erik, despite how horrible he treated you. But at least he couldn’t hurt you anymore in the future. You were done with him for good and now he’d go on to be someone else’s problem.

~*~

Erik was fuming. He was currently staring at the hole he’d punched in the wall after you’d left. He couldn’t believe you’d just walk out on him like that. Yeah Erik would admit he would do some pretty fucked up shit to get into your head sometimes but the possibility of you leaving never once entered his mind.

He thought he had you hooked, that he had the algorithm all figured out. He believed there had to be a balance for a relationship to last. Honestly you were the first woman he’d ever been serious about, maybe even loved but he couldn’t let you know that. The second you told a woman you loved her, you were basically handing her all the power and Erik had been through too much, seen too much, done too much to let a single woman have that much control over him, even if deep down he knew you did.

So he would always leave room for doubt, always fuck other women even if he didn’t want to, even if he thought about you the entire time. He’d also be stingy with his affection. Just enough to get you addicted then he’d cut you off. He really thought he had it all figured out.

Boy was he wrong.

He’d never seen you that way. So calm and uncaring. It was almost as if you weren’t even talking to him. He was used to you yelling, screaming, crying, even hitting him. But he never saw you devoid of any emotion. He knew you were the type of person who felt everything and couldn’t help but to show exactly what you were feeling, that’s how he knew you loved him. You’d always show it.

But not anymore. You were done with him for good this time, or at least you thought you were. Erik was not about to let you walk away that easily.

He would have to go to you tomorrow and work this out. Maybe even humble himself. And if that didn’t work then the day after that. And the day after that. And after that. And so on and so forth until you’d take him back.

And if you so much as even look at another man that wasn’t Erik romantically, he’d just have to kill him. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d done it, he just had enough common sense to keep you from finding out. But now he didn’t give a fuck, he’d kill the nigga in front of you if he had to. Anything to keep you his. Because if he couldn’t have you, no one could.

~*~

A/N: I’m just gonna put my same old same old tag list up here, if you’d like me to stop tagging you then just let me know!

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[nikatyler]

Technically I still want to stay on a break but also...yesterday was the worst and I basically needed to come back here to feel better. Did it help? Not really, but fuck real life, who needs it anyway, ya know? Sims are never gonna give me up, never gonna let me down, all that good stuff.

God, what a mood. I should shut up. Instead I’m gonna do the replies, yay!

alfalfalegacy replied to your photo “Screenshot Folder I did something very unlike me this week: I deleted...”

Must resist the urge to grab and edit all the Sammy shots ����

Go for it!

Side note, yesterday I added so many new screenshots to the folder. Some of them are really old and no one would ever possibly go and think “this one screenshot with really bad lighting? yup, gonna edit that one”. Unedited screenshots folder? More like a literal archive because simmeronnie is a freak for keeping things organized and in one place

simlovinggirl replied to your photoset “Yeah sure. Into the fire!”

That seems healthy. lolol

He scares me, to be honest. He looks like he’s the gift from heavens but I have a feeling he’s the exact opposite

dandylion240 replied to your photoset “Sunset: “Dad, guess what I want for my birthday.” Ross: “A dog. I’ve...”

Maybe there's hope for him yet!

Yes! He’s slowly but surely getting better. Kind of. We can’t call it a redemption arc but he’s getting better for sure.

green-productivitea replied to your photoset “One day, you’ll go to space, Sunset. I know you will. Keep dreaming...”

Oh, i'm melting

I’m weak for all the moments he shows he cares for her tbh

simlovinggirl replied to your post “tumblr you fucked up, just saying in case no one has told you yet I’ve...”

i just saw this too, i just requested like 50 posts from like 3 different stories, so we'll see how effed up my blog is now. Sorry your having issues too :(

elisabettasims replied to your post “tumblr you fucked up, just saying in case no one has told you yet I’ve...”

Almost nobody remembers when this happened before. It got straightened out but I had so many posts marked sensitive then. As, usual, they went too far. Also the new guidelines have gone too far, too.

Here’s a few things I remember getting flagged:

Sunset. Loads of posts with Sunset in it. Rude. What has she ever done to you, tumblr?

Ross and Valentine teasing each other (well, actually it was Valentine teasing Ross but still)

Why create this “female-presenting nipples” nonsense when the algorithm can’t tell so called female-presenting and male-presenting nipples apart

Basically sims in swimsuits are a big no

Sims travelling around the world? Sorry Ezra and Carrie, it’s dirty :/

Gen 2 of Raven Legacy was sooooo nsfw y’all. Maaaany posts were flagged

For some reason the algorithm doesn’t like Zoey??

My gen 4 pose dump got flagged as well

I have like two posts with sims kissing in bed in their underwear (Tyler and Sharon in the extras tag and then Miracle and Adam in the legacy) and they both were flagged DESPITE THE LACK OF FEMALE-PRESENTING NIPPLES YOU STUPID ALGORITHM THE GIRLS HAD BRAS FFS

Sorry that was aggressive. Wow.

The bras were really nice by the way. My bras are ugly compared to theirs

Did someone say big mood?

Also since it apparently picks the posts by colour as well, posts with a lot of orange/yellow/pink in them were often flagged as well

Surprisingly, only my posts from 2017 and 2018 were affected. The super super old stuff from 2016 wasn’t flagged at all.

jackssims replied to your photoset “Marika: “You’re still as stupid as I remember you.” Ross: “I’m stupid?...”

Oh fuck /off/, Marika

Me whenever I see her in the game

Also, fun fact, all of Ross’s lovers got married by MCCC later. Marika was the only one who remained single. Guess Ross has to pass up that “the Worst” title to her, huh?

jackssims replied to your photoset “Marika: “Anyway…how is my daughter? She’s going to be thirteen, isn’t...”

That ship has sailed? You just straight up left her? Bye ����

Y E S

I want to say something else but spoiler alert, those would be the exact same words Sunset says later, so I’ll just shut up here. Wait for Sunset to say it in a few weeks.

kupari replied to your photoset “Ross: “She has a family. This conversation is over.” Marika: “You...”

I'm glad I'm not the only Marika around heh

It’s a pretty name! Also I’m sorry that my Marika is a bit of a bitch D:

elisabettasims replied to your photoset “I don’t go upstairs to December and Kieran’s bedroom anymore…and this...”

LOL

I’m editing them out of the holiday for sure. They freak me out.

elisabettasims replied to your photoset “I should’ve told her about Marika, I know…but I just couldn’t do it....”

Eh, in this case, I don't think waiting a day or two will hurt.

I mean yeah, it took her years to change her mind too.

dandylion240 replied to your post “Not leaving, might be taking a break”

I agree its not the same right now. I think everyone is just waiting to see what happens.

elisabettasims replied to your post “Not leaving, might be taking a break”

I had to turn off seeing reblogs to get some peace from the anxiety and, frankly, dramatics coming out of this. LOL

I feel like things have calmed down a little bit? Which means I guess I can come back but also, I still have a lot of homework and it would really be for the best if I stayed away...but let’s be real I don’t have the willpower to stay away.

jackssims replied to your photoset “Wait nevermind…are you okay??”

I don’t wanna put the 👀 emoji bc he could just be legitimately sick, but I’m gonna go with the 👀 emoji anyway

👀

elisabettasims replied to your photoset “Caleb: My daughter has a girlfriend. That’s…that’s…I’m happy for her...”

Like any other mature, centuries old adult. You be happy for her.

He is gonna be happy once he’s over the surprise lol. He’s just too shocked to think straight right now.

jackssims replied to your photoset “I failed to get a good screenshot so here’s Sunset looking pretty much...”

Oh god what a mood

Me last year during my birthday party when I realized all my relatives had given me money to get a driving license when I’m in fact terrified of driving (to this day I still don’t have a driving license and I’m not planning on getting it unless I really have to get it)

Me this year...oh wait I’m not having a birthday party with my family this year, nice. And the only thing that was close to a birthday party got cancelled because my friend bailed on me. Really nice I love my life

stfu ron stop being so bitter literally no one cares

jackssims replied to your photoset “Lilith: “I’m surprised you finally decided to show up. What brings you...”

👀

👀  the only acceptable emoji when it comes to this generation

idk what I just tried to tell by that  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[mcl-socialites]

just facts

I really want to wrap up all this anni stuff or put it away for the time being, but the inbox is piling up with more and more evidence and anons/people who wish to stay anon sharing their experiences with her.

someone has shared her long “woe is me” excuse post already.

she is trying to frame this blog as the bad guy in this situation, which i think is a very bad idea. as we already have plenty of evidence her actions and attitude towards others, and we’ve gotten confirmation that she is mass deleting from people who follow her, as well as mass blocking from those who have openly shared their experiences and thoughts, or have anonymously done so, but their stories are specific enough for their identity to be narrowed down. 

also, scrolling through this blog you will see that 1.) prior to anni publicly picking a fight with us, we were as a blog and as followers unanimously shifting this blog’s dynamic from personal gossip to jokes, venting, and game-based confessions. again, she publicly started a fight with [admin milk] and attempted to make it personal, then when called out publicly for her behavior she 1.) tried to threaten us and 2.) attempted to manipulate her own followers via victim complex. 

please notice how in her excuse post she claims we have no proof, then does not link to anything. that’s highly suspicious. also please take note that when anyone makes claims ((unrelated to personal one on one experiences/exchanges)) about her i always ask for the evidence to be submitted. You will see this if you go through the annidraws tag on our blog. To those who are sharing your personal stories with her on anon, i would like to extend this invitation to you as well. Please submit any evidence you may have. If you are worried about your identity being open to the public i can assure you that i will automatically block out your personal info or anything that can be traced back to you, unless told otherwise. That being said, I urge you to block anni before doing so because even with your personal info blocked out she will likely remember who you are and that can make you vulnerable to an attack. As stated before, she likely sends anon hate to people calling her out and disagreeing with her herself (not all but most, as evident by the screenshots i posted). 

also i notice she tries to claim that there are people out there who hate her so much that they would start lies, and concludes her post by saying that “...if you had felt this on your own, you’d know how much this hurts. And right now, I really wish those people would know, what kind of bullshit they are publishing and how much this can hurt people”. 

All I have to say about that is that this an emotional manipulation tactic she is trying on her more naive followers. it’s difficult to believe that a bunch of strangers on the internet all met up in secret to conspire specifically against her and come up with several personal based experiences, and several of the same publicly-know experiences in their own free time for no reward, benefit, or personal gain at all, and that this one person with so many enemies is completely innocent and resolved of her wrongdoings. And she wishes how people would know how it feels? Well, according to what’s been shared, they do. And it’s all thanks to her and her “army”. 

As for the photo evidence that is being submitted to us, we are keeping them in a file to be shared on a mass post, so that everything is neatly pulled together and easy for anyone to find.

Again, these people and ourselves have nothing to gain from making up lies about this girl. And where we are wrong, or proved to be wrong we will willingly admit to our mistakes and ignorance and come forward and apologize.

And for anyone worried about this blog or any of the evidence on it going away due to her threatening to report us; it’s a useless cause. 

Callout blogs/posts/websites are a regular occurrence on tumblr and all over the internet, and in order for it to be libel or defamation the things shared here would have to be 1.) Proved untrue and 2.) The source of the info. Which we are not. And in order for it to be be cyber bullying worthy of being controlled by any larger power (such as staff, etc) her life would have to be threatened, or her personal well-being in danger, which it clearly is not. Personal opinions on another person may count as gossip, however this cannot be stopped by the law.

To her claim of being “hacked” about the bitch-anons my final word is this: 

she is completely lying. She claims she reported the person, but doesn’t know who it is. Then how did she report the person? To report a person you’d have to have some sort of shareable information of them to find them. To report a general hacker to tumblr’s staff... well good fucking luck honestly. you can tell tumblr that your account was hacked and although they have no policy or guideline for this specifically, i’m willing to bet that’d they’d merely encourage you to step up your password security and not to click any suspicious links in an email, just as any other website would. And for those with little to no knowledge on how hacking works here’s an easily digestible break down (coming from a former hacker) 

1.) Personal hacking. A hacker is a person, and retains your account information somehow- it’s more than likely they’d have to have at least a minor personal relationship to you (although this isn’t entirely necessary) as well as a drive to hack into your account. Someone would have to be skilled enough to break into someone’s personal account (so in anni’s case- we’re talking about someone who either doesn’t know her at all but is a complete cyber genius who managed to get her private info just so they could send the word “bitch” to a few people- and mind that besides at least one person, they still opted to keep her identity anonymous. okay, lol sure that sounds believable- OR someone that knew her personally and was close enough to her to know her password- but again she “doesn’t know who it is” hmm. smells fishy.) Edit: Now mind that anon messages can be sent WITHOUT a tumblr account. I mean log out of your tumblr and go onto someone’s account who has anon on and send a message if you don’t believe me. So again- why would someone so skilled do something so stupid and pointless and time consuming??

2.) The alternative is a bot hacker. A bot hacker, which is created by a human- technology does nothing without command keep in mind, is normally a virus obtained by clicking on a suspicious link. Remember a few months ago how everyone was saying they were getting messages from their mutuals to send them bitcoin? Or those random non-descript blogs that ask people to review “their new game” or some other nonsense (typically ask for a donation as well) and have a link? Those are bots. The bots’ goal is 99% of the time to 1- ask for money or steal personal information which could lead to stealing money and 2- infiltrate more accounts to keep spreading the virus. Bots although they follow an algorithm and may vary the words used, always expedite their actions the exact same way every time- aka always through a pm, always through fanmail, etc but never through anon- there’s no benefit, and no info shared by the answerer can be sent back through the anon and to the hacker.

So, in conclusion, she absolutely did send those anons (and accidental non-anons) calling people a bitch. It’s a fine example of her poor temper and inability to control her outbursts and impulse toxic behavior.

please keep in mind that i am posting this without reviewing my grammar and spelling. and thank you to all the people who have been brave enough to confess their experiences and submit evidence. 

-admin milk