#that's fucking bullshit fuck you tumblr

[solitarelee]

East Asian fanartists are starting to migrate back to Tumblr because Twitter is insane, toxic, and dying, and what we're NOT going to do is let the fucking exclusionists get them, do you hear me? We are not going to let a bunch of feral idiots try to apply the most myopic version of puritanism to foreign artists we're not we're not we're not. Form an armed brigade if you have to, do you hear me. We're not going to bully the artists who may or may not even speak English because we have our precious standards of moral purity. If we see art that makes us uncomfy we're going to block the artist and tumblr savior their name so we don't have to see them again AND WE'RE GONNA MOVE THE FUCK ON.

[ladybeug]

the other day at work i saw someone with platform uggs. just thought you might enjoy that

Thats it. Thats the comic. Im using that horror movie technique where its scarier if you don't see the monster.

anyways this is such a throwback. you always send me the shit that somehow makes me laugh, I am remembering a specific one that I swear was ten years ago. anyways

[cosmic-seer]

In light of the recent update from our resident @dipplinduo , a loose visual recap for the soul!

But that’s not all…

[stranger-theory]

Can we all give Mike Wheeler some understanding, please? I don't wanna hear your whiny ass say that Mike Wheeler isn't good enough for Will one more time, I WILL find your home address. (Directed)

"Will isn't 'head over heels' for Mike, he just has a crush" I'm sorry but did you have your eyes closed in the interview in which his actor explains how he's been in love with Mike since the first season?? Hello???

Mike Wheeler is a gay boy in the '80s. Mike Wheeler is dating a girl he doesn't love romantically to appear "normal". Mike Wheeler has seen several people brutally die in front of him. Mike Wheeler had to witness the disappearance and possession of his best friend. Mike Wheeler has dealt with thinking two people he cares about have died. Mike Wheeler is a boy who went through homophobic bullying. Mike Wheeler is a boy who had to save the world four times already.

MIKE WHEELER IS A BOY.

He dealt with all this bullshit at the VERY young age that is 12-15. You want to tell this kid he's a bad person for being stressed? He has so much on his mind at such a young age from literally all of that and you expect him to act rational? Peaceful? "Correct"??😭

You are literally stupid if you think that's the proper opinion. He is going through the same shit as the other characters, the only reason you don't get pissed at Will is because he internalizes his feelings, rather than kind of exploding (which is what Mike does). These are just different responses to trauma, dumbass. Sorry it doesn't look pretty for you, but that's not how it works.

Erm, have the day you deserve, I guess. Bye, chat.

[bloodsbane]

i think what ticks me off the most about recent changes staff have been making to tumblr is they keep insisting it's necessary bc they need to draw in and retain new users or they're NEVER going to keep things going, so their solution is to... add a bunch of annoying and unintuitive shit that A) isn't going to appeal to anyone, let alone new people, but also B) piss off the existing user base.

like, im sorry, between the two demographics who do you think is going to ACTUALLY care enough about tumblr to use it every day and pay for things like no ads, or your merch based off decade old memes? i give this site the 5 or whatever bucks it takes to get rid of its stupid ad posts in part bc they're annoying but also because i have been on this fucking webbed site for 12 years! and i don't mind giving it some money to keep it running. BUT. not if that's paying for staff's ability to add more useless/convoluted/unappealing features that dont have MY user experience in mind

[keymintt]

got tagged by @vvindication and now i present this selection of phone images:

not gonna directly tag anyone but if any of my mutuals wanna do it and say i tagged you you are absolutely welcome to hheheheeeeee :3c

[loth-caatgirl]

idk how effective it's gonna be but

ostensibly you can prevent LLM "AI" scraping by going to your page on desktop (if you don't have a computer you can open your page in your mobile browser (hit the Desktop Mode toggle if it doesn't render the menu properly)

[theheadlessphilosopher]

I really don’t understand why people hate Tommy so much? Like. It’s okay not to like the guy, but if you think he’s just a temporary love interest anyways then literally why do you care???

[epickiya722]

BkDk antis are so annoying. They'll be like 'not to start discourse, not to get anyone heated over this', but this post something hateful and tag the post with the main ship tag instead of not posting with the tag or just using the anti tag.

That's how I know they do mean to start some drama. "I'm just being silly." No, you're not. You're being ridiculous. You're being an annoyance.

And when people tell you not to do that, you "um, I can't voice my opinion? You're attacking me!"

You started it first.

No one wants to check through their ship tags and see hate.

Like maybe these annoying ass antis are upset because their ship didn't get as much content, but that means you resort to causing a mess?

For goodness sakes, I ship a rarepair between two characters who never interacted on screen and not once did I get the urge to spread hate on other ships.

Do fucking better.

[sirenium]

>goes onto DID tag

>sees like ten anti endos immediately

>closes DID tag

[hamartia-grander]

Another thing that's stupid about the unnecessary social hype around tumblr mutuals, made exponentially worse by tumblr literally adding a feature you cannot get rid of that tells everyone your following status at all times, is that ppl will end up following someone who constantly makes them frustrated or even just whose content they don't vibe with anymore and they feel pressured to keep following them because they're "mutuals". It is literally just creating yet another toxic space where people dread what they see on their own dashboard because they think they have to maintain a completely made up social status with someone.

[public-use-trans-it]

Listen. I know we like to clown on those vanilla ass mother fuckers with a blog header saying some shit like "Welcome to my twisted fantasy..." and then it's nothing but the most fucking boring ass gifs of a straight couple having sex in the missionary position, with a black and white filter over it. And like, yeah. I get it. To us, these are some boring ass motherfuckers. But to me they inhabit a very important place in what is more or less the 'taboo pipeline'.

Taboo is like... this pit in your stomach. A feeling of disgust. You have seen something repulsive and vile and it has made you want to get away from it. And that makes it very easy for you to get swept up in hatred for the thing that invoked those emotions. That's why it's important to push those feelings aside so you can't be manipulated through them. And for that, desensitization is a FANTASTIC tool to use to change yourself. Not everyone who goes through it follows the exact same progression, but it is still interesting to see how people's relationship to kink and taboo changes overtime.

For many people it starts with stuff that, to basically everyone online, is considered unbelievably vanilla, but to these people it does give that feeling. That pit in their stomach. That feeling of disgust. But they still TRY it and that's to be admired. Stuff like having a praise kink. Dirty talk. If you are feeling REALLY risqué then MAYBE even a spanking or two! And let's not forget, the dirtiest most fucked up kink of all: BREEDING. God, can you imagine? Having sex with the intention of having a child? Gross.

And as these people participate in this stuff that pit in their stomachs starts to go away. They grow more comfortable in that space. This does not, by any means, mean that they are now people capable of being normal about other people's kinks. Quite the opposite. They see other people being into feet or armpits or stinky girls or piss, and they react with disgust as that pit in their stomach comes back. They have forgotten what that feeling of first getting into something was like.

Some of them, though, will manage to push through that. They will go "I mean, that's just... normal stuff about a person's body... it's not THAT weird?" This is usually made easier if they know people with those kinks. Slowly realizing that "Oh. These are just people with their own interests, like I have my own" a few of them might even try it out. See what the big deal is. They still get that pit in their stomach, that feeling of disgust, but that isn't enough to deter them. They might even find in the end they actually like some of those things!

Then they see other kinks. Rapeplay, somno, hypno. Things pushing the boundaries of consent. Of what your own desires mean and what it means to put those on others. Again, the pit in their stomach comes back. They feel that disgust. Consent is a REAL issue! It has REAL impacts in the world! ACTUAL people outside of kink spaces are having their lives ruined over this stuff! At this point that pit in their stomach drives them in one of two directions.

They could become the kind of person who writes callout posts about the gross perverts online who don't take these very real and dire issues seriously enough! These kinda people suck and are miserable to be around. Cut them out of your life quickly. A feeling which is certainly mutual.

The rest will typically be around this point where recognize that pit in their stomach and that disgust, for what it is. It's something that should be chased, something that shows you new and wonderful things you would have never considered before. And chasing that feeling is starting to be it's own kink. Corruption. Feeling yourself getting "worse". You know people are going to shun you as you do, but who CARES what they think? You know the people into this stuff aren't actually dangerous. They are just people. Whatever. Give it a try.

Bloodletting, torture, branding, even snuff. It's disgusting. That pit in your stomach is eating you alive now. You love it. It's an awful feeling and you want more of it. It's starting to seep into your real life in ways you never imagined. You get sick, and don't even feel as miserable as you usually do because you just smile about how easily someone could take advantage of you in this state. You cut yourself while cooking, something that would normally ruin your whole night before, and your first thought is "I should take a picture. I know some people who would be excited to see that." Your snuff kink normalizes the thought of death. It's no longer a desperate way out of this life you consider every night. It's something wonderful that you can only engage in once, and you want to save that experience for someone very special to you, and you need to live to do that. The 'worse' you get, the easier it is to find happiness in things that used to make you miserable.

By this point, you don't even bother trying to look at pictures or videos of real people. If something can be done safely enough in the real world to post online, it's not going to do much for you. People mention 'The Big Three' in discourse, and you have become so desensitized that you struggle to remember which ones those were. That stuff is all too tame. It becomes harder and harder to be disgusted by anything. To chase that pit in your stomach. You have exhausted everything that used to be a limit.

It's a lot of introspection. Looking inwards like that is... difficult. It's hard to take a look at the kind of person you really are deep down. It's disgusting. Leaves you with a pit in your stomach. ... Yeah. You can work with that. Your only options now are more abstract. Philosophical. Ideological. The idea of betraying not a partner, but yourself. Compromising your own values just for a moment of pleasure. Sacrificing your identity just for a new experience.

You start looking back on how you got here. Who you used to be. That person who used to still be able to get worse. The torture and snuff just feels like a forgone conclusion at this point. Like, can you even get off if it's not ruining someone's life? Yours or your partners. Doesn't really matter which. Sex is a process someone should survive only barely, if at all. And it should absolutely scar you permenantly so you never forget about that encounter, to make it TRULY special.

You look back at those noncon kinks, and again, that's just so basic. Sex should have a purpose, changing and altering someone on a fundamental level. It doesn't matter if they want it. It doesn't even matter if they like it. It's not even to get off, it's basically just a public service at this point. Something bigger then yourself. Stuff that would ruin the lives of everyone you know. Things that would drag the entire world down kicking and screaming into scenarios most would describe as pure horror. As something disgusting. You need to teach them how lucky they are to still feel that. To still get that wonderful pit in their stomach.

You look back further than that. God. You didn't appreciate this stuff RIGHT back then. It was just something to get off with. You didn't properly admire the body and every beautiful inch of it. All its beautiful systems and interconnected parts. How much redundancy it has. You can get rid of oh so much of it, and it will find a way to keep working. It really is a work of art. And yet, at the same time, it's oh so very fragile. A tiny mistep could destroy it forever in ways that can never be fixed. Such a frail and easily lost thing...

...

Uh. Yeah, sorry, this post got away from me a bit. Sorry. What were we talking about? Right. Those losers with the extremely vanilla blogs who think they are the pinnacle of kink. Can you imagine actually SLEEPING with one of those dudes? Like... god. You can do so much better. You would have to have no standards to sleep with them. They don't care about their partners' pleasure. They don't know how fragile our bodies are. They don't even understand Risk Aware Consensual Kink. This dude is going to try to choke you, squeeze wrong, and cut off your circulation for just a bit too long, and freak out when you pass out and never wake back up. You are going to inflict lifelong trauma on this dude that he will never recover from. Personally? Whenever I think about actually having sex with one of these dudes and what a mistake it would be, I find the idea disgusting. It leaves a pit in my stomach.

[nikkoliferous]

This is the bully list after what happened to @abby118 . It comes from a famous Loki GIFS creator on tumblr who is also getting harassed & showed in the toxic behavior of this person behind these many alts accounts. Share it with everyone !!

lokilaufeysondiaries strangegodsloki queenofstarsign85 dreamingofimpalas hereitgoesagain067 buckybarnes-winters0ldier themoonsmaven nerdconpp crackships-r-us69 lokisimp89 lowkey-lokid souls-for-fandoms cassius-blackwood fandemoniumfantasies ladylovelyfan2014 lokismilkshake goddessofvictoryy

PSA for people being targeted by any or all of the above blogs.

personally, I am agnostic on the topic of preemptively blocking people (and sharing block lists, for that matter). I don't usually block people myself unless I'm getting directly harassed and they're becoming a distraction/it's the only way to get them out of my notes. with that being said, that's a personal choice of mine, and I fully support the rights of any blogger to block any other blogger for any (or even no) reason. nobody is entitled to read or interact with anybody else's blog.

this should also go without saying in this day and age, but I do not condone nor encourage anyone going to any of the above blogs to counter-bully them. do not spam their posts' notes, do not send them anon hate, so on and so forth. just block (or don't, if you prefer) and move on. not only for your own sake, but because from my limited direct interactions with/knowledge of a couple of them, it's clear that they crave the attention and it only feeds into their self-pitying view of themselves as the perpetual victim (despite them being the aggressors in each instance I've borne witness to). don't feed the trolls, etc etc.

stay safe out there and do what you need to do to take care of yourselves, loki fandom. 💚💛🖤

[faisdm]

No, Tumblr

I don't want you to share my art and also anything I reblog with AI scraping shitheads, and I'm annoyed you made me disable it on every. single. blog (uuuuuugh). Can I even safely post art on here if somebody who hasn't opted out can reblog it? Ew.

Whoever came up with this, I wish them a horrible day. Just an awful day. The worst day.

[crimeronan]

probably i SHOULDN'T migrate elsewhere if tumblr goes belly-up. i just scrolled thru my dash for 20 minutes and in that short span i could feel myself transform from a mildly tired 27-year-old butch into an active serial killer.

[skrunksthatwunk]

you go to a lesbian blog and find it says women only!! no men allowed!!! and go oh! excuse me, um, what about other lesbians? plenty of lesbians are genderqueer... and they go well, okay, go fuck yourself tim chop off your sweaty dick and stop calling yourself a lesbian. you do not have a dick, actually. you think about that fact often, even though it does you no good. you do not tell this person that.

you go to another lesbian blog and it says women only and you try again, and this time they change it to wlw + nblw only (non-men who love non-men :D). and you'll say hey i appreciate that but gender's not really that cut and dry for a lot of people. someone could be both a man and nonbinary, for instance. i just worry that you're looking at nonbinary as a generic third gender, or an extension of womanhood. i mean yeah you include nblw in your tags but all your posts are about pussy-havers exclusively. what's with that? and they say go fuck yourself you pervy man pretending to be a lesbian. you tried to sneak in but i won't let you.

so you go to a lesbian blog with a dozen or so posts about queer people needing to be more weird about it and you sigh in relief. but you still see the men dni. that's odd. hoping for the best, you say hey! i know you mean well but please maybe don't put men dni at the end of the lovely posts on your lesbian blog bc some lesbians are men. and they'll be like ok!! well you're allowed ;) and you say no that's not. no. some men are lesbians not just me. you think about your own dicklessness and wonder if that's why you were given entry. and you add that even if male lesbians are allowed, there's no indication of that. how would anyone know without asking? and they're like ohh gotcha gotcha well men dni + this is for sapphics only!! and you'll be like ok well that treats the concepts of men and sapphics as mutually exclusive identities and i just told you that's not true and you agreed with me so.. i don't think that solves our problem. and they're like. ok. fine. men dni but genderfluid and multigender people are allowed! and you're like no see that's. that's still the same thing.. you're saying the same thing just with different words. if you don't want men to interact but you're fine with multigender/genderfluid/etc ppl interacting then you either don't see them as Real Men (because they don't reach a standard of Full Manhood) or Complete Men (because they're only Part-Time Men), both of which suggest that they are, in some way, not men or less-than men, which is invalidating and defeats the point of the exception in the first place (accommodation) OR that you don't really mean the dni which is confusing and inconsistent and makes guydykes feel weird and uncomfortable and excluded from the lesbian space you're trying to cultivate. and they're like um. ok. so. cishet men dni? and you're like well i think that makes more sense, but what if someone identifies as both a cishet man and a sapphic? again, if we're trying to accommodate the genderfucky populace then that has to be a possibility that is considered. and they say god you people are never happy. what do you want me to do? what am i supposed to say to keep the right men out? and you pause. you empathize with the need for a space free from dudes trying to fuck you straight and feminine. dudes who watch lesbian porn and joke about what they'd do if they were allowed into girls locker rooms. who look at you like a piece of meat, and like someone who looks at women like pieces of meat in the same way he does. you get it. you know. you want a space where you can be sapphic, too. that's why you came to these blogs in the first place. you brace yourself and you say well i don't know that there are "right men" to keep out. i don't know that there's any single label that would accomplish whatever it is you're trying to accomplish. you could go for "sapphics only" or "queers only" and i think that might be the closest thing to what you want, but it's never going to be perfect. creating any exclusive space is going to shut out people you didn't account for, and the broader the label, the more people will be shut out that you didn't want to shut out. and what about people who don't know if they're allowed? what of questioning transbians, where are they supposed to go? and, frankly, i think i might rather my dykey posts get read and appreciated by a gay guy who sees me as a man than a woman who only sees me as a sacred womb, pure from male perversions or violence or whatever. i think community might just be more complex than a dni can handle. and they look at you and say i don't want to not have a dni. i think you're too permissive. you can't just "what about" or microlabel your way into everything. go fuck yourself, i bet you're not even a lesbian anyway. go find a real problem to get mad about.

you go to a lesbian blog. you ignore the men dni because you know you probably don't even count to them. or maybe you do count and, out of respect for your manhood, they'd shun you accordingly. you try to feel okay about that. you scroll past dozens of posts about mediocre men and gagging at straight friends' boyfriends and how gross and undeserving men are of the beautiful women they couple up with and how all women should be gay so they can get treated right and and and and and. you finally find a post about curling into someone you love and feeling at peace and try to lose yourself in it. you know that feeling is what unites you, what makes you belong. you try to focus on it. you think about carding your hands through a butch's hair or lacing fingers with a femme and feeling warm and loved and more yourself than you ever have before. like this is who you're meant to be. you read about lesboys and butch boytoys and genderfucky dykes and big hairy deep-voiced wonderful women (like you want to be someday, like you wish you could make yourself) and you try to ignore the men dni underneath each and every post. and you daydream about meeting someone kind and earnest at a lesbian bar even though you don't think any such bars exist within three states of you and you can't drink and don't want to drink because you need to be in control of yourself at all times so you don't fuck up like you're always about to and here in the nonexistent lesbian bar you feel wanted and safe and in good company. you picture your ideal, happiest self. it is a mistake. ideal-you has a goatee. not the mascara one you smear on and call drag even though you know it's not drag, not really, the beard you call drag because you think everyone would look at you sadly if you told them it was just to pretend you had something out of your reach. a beard that's soft and that you grew and that cannot be smudged away if you get too comfortable with it. the dream shatters. your people pull away from you, their scoffs mixing with the mind-numbing gay girl bedroom pop you learned to settle for just to have something that almost resembled you, they all pull away and turn their backs and do not look at you. you're too close to being a man now, even though you're the same amount of man as before. and they know you're not supposed to interact with men, not as you would with dykes, at least. and it sours. it's all your imagination, all in your head, but it sours.

you sigh. you think about how small you are. how short, how narrow, how feeble. how your voice pitches up when you talk to strangers because it's easier to speak quietly when it carries more, and because you're nervous. because it's a chore to talk, like everything is. you think about testosterone. you think about how your family would look at you, the questions they would ask, your answers they would only pretend to accept. the uncomfortable glances and whispered questions they'd try to hide from you. you think about how small you are, and how small you will always be. how you don't know of a way to fix it, but even if there was one, no one would want you anymore. you'd be the only one thinking it made you a cooler dyke. you think about how you don't even want a T-voice all the time, how you'll never be able to switch it at will, because you don't know how and can't bring yourself to figure it out. you think about how your throat closes around every hint of your own attraction. how wanting is perverse, how wanting is invasive, how wanting is embarrassing and too vulnerable so it must stay anonymous, as an online witness, and how you can barely manage to form or maintain friendships because your brain makes you pull away, always spinning out and struggling to recover from the simplest of interactions. how they'll all leave you and you won't chase after them at all and how that will hurt them. how stuck you get. how it looks like nothing's holding you back, how that frustrates everyone who thought you were going to be more than you were. the people you love who understand except when it comes to being ghosted, being shut out. how you don't want to hurt them. how you can't tell them that because you're stuck. how you turn to stone when touched, how you never reach out, how you lose your speech and can't look at people, how your autism is fun and sexy until it becomes real and you never see them anymore, how much you longed for someone who knew everything without you having to explain, and who loved you anyway. how unreasonable you know that is to expect of anyone. you think about that not-even-real lesbian bar. you think about how you still can't drive. how you can't leave your home on your own, without dragging somebody into helping you. how you can't leave your body. how you can't leave your manhood behind.

you think about finding another lesbian blog and ignoring everything. about skimming it for the parts you can juice some meaning from. the parts men ignore and don't understand, and how typical of you it is to do so. or the parts where you're not welcome and you should accept that, because it's for lesbians only. how you are a lesbian anyway. how you're meant to choose lesbian or man, how each is a betrayal of some kind to yourself or your people, your family, your lovely strangers, your rare friendly acquaintances. about the parts that tell you you're not wanted, that you're ugly and lazy and gross and insert yourself everywhere without even asking. about the parts that tell you you are hated, and how lesbians are above it all by rejecting men. how lesbians are each blessed miracles. about the parts that say you should be ashamed of being whatever twisted confused freak you are, of everything, of looking and wanting or not looking or not wanting, of picking and choosing instead of taking it all in with a smile. after all, shouldn't you take it? or is your ego too fragile, as men's so often are? aren't you tired? good. we're not here for your consumption. and we sure as hell don't want your company or "community" or whatever. didn't you read the sign? no boys allowed. and if you want to come in you have to make up your mind. as if you haven't told them the only answer you have. you're both. you're both.

you know you broke the rule by interacting.

but it gets lonely sometimes. you wonder if they know.