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there is something so darkly comical about tumblr potentially outliving twitter

tumblr, which is held together with duct tape and madness, run by three raccoons in blood stained Yahoo! hats and a handful of crabs, its only discernible source of income the sale of shoelaces from an inside joke so inside no one knows the original source anymore and fake blue checkmarks... that website still lives on

truly the cockroach of social media and I love it for that

“Oh, you shouldn’t block people just for being rude to you in the notes” buddy, I will block you for being rude to somebody else in the notes. You don’t get to use my posts as a platform to verbally abuse other people.

alex hirsch going rogue… king shit

If you break our long term mutual just softblock me because I’ll keep liking your posts and commenting thinking our love is timeless without even knowing any better. Don’t ever humiliate me like that I’d honestly rather you just kill me tbh

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I agree with the message but?! this is tone deaf coming from one of the elitist, most prestigious fashion events in the world. you are rich to even be invited, an event where the ticket is literally $30,000.... I’m gonna eat YOU

So I know that October is usually spooky month or Kinktober, but I wanted to do something sillier. Would anyone be interested in writing the worst smut stories (full blown fics, drabbles, headcanons, imagines)? What do I mean by bad smut stories? I mean so bad it’s funny, like how published (often male) writers describe female anatomy and sex in such awful ways that it makes it sound like they’ve never had sex. Like this prime example:

Your job, if you choose to participate, would be to try to use some of the terrible descriptions listed below (or your own creative ones) and write the worst funny smut scenes. The more horrible the descriptions are, the better.

Lists to choose from/examples:

30 Times Male Authors Showed They Barely Know Anything About Women

How to spell out sexual moans badly

horrendous misunderstandings of men’s anatomy

Terrible synonyms for dicks

Anyone can write smut

You can start posting on October 1 all the way to October 31. Tag me @the-soot-sprite and use the hashtag #Silly Smutober to participate. I will organize them onto one Masterlist.

This is meant to be a nonsense writing exercise. Anyone would be free to join; it’s not fandom specific (looking at all you different fandoms I’ve found myself part of: Marvel, Cavillry, Choices, Otome). No pressure. Only laughs. Because we all know the fandoms can use a laugh. Hope you guys have fun too.

Tagging under the cut some writers I think might find this idea funny but no pressure to participate:

@ao719 @zaffrenotes @loveofafangirl @littlefreya @viking-raider @wolvesandhoundshowltogether @blavikennbutcher @angryschnauzer @luna-aestas @thelastsock @angryschnauzer @navybrat817 @sapphirescrolls @burnsoslow @captainsy-cookiemonster @oh-for-fic-sake @hlkwrites @nuggsmum @yespolkadotkitty

I saw something that was like “we put our lives on pause, but getting vaccinated can help us be able to hit play again” and it just bothered me because I’m not just starting again where I left off. I graduated from college in spring of 2020. I’m never going back to living there and regularly seeing my college friends. I’m never getting my graduation ceremony. I’m not getting my last months of college back. They’re gone!

So anyway this post is dedicated to anybody who went through any transitional period during the pandemic. Whether you graduated, lost somebody, moved, or anything else where you will never truly be able to get the last months/year of [whatever] back. It’s so easy to feel like you should be over it by now and just be grateful whenever you can eat in a restaurant and go into stores again but you lost more than that.

I’m just tired of seeing so many things about “going back to normal” when a lot of us don’t have the same “normal” to go back to.

theyre not my problems they're our problems bestie

bro she's a piece of art, pin her against the wall

I think love is the little things in life that you do. Love is my friends reading my poems when they don’t really have to and sending me “this is us” posts whenever our zodiac signs are mentioned together because they know how much I love astrology.Love is pretending to love Japanese songs because I know how much my friend gets happy when I ask him for a recommendation. Love is my aunt bringing me a jar of my favourite sweets when she comes over. Love is loving the fragments of a person even when they are broken, because love is what makes us whole.

I think love is the little things in life that you do. Love is my friends reading my poems when they don’t really have to and sending me “this is us” posts whenever our zodiac signs are mentioned together because they know how much I love astrology.Love is pretending to love Japanese songs because I know how much my friend gets happy when I ask him for a recommendation. Love is my aunt bringing me a jar of my favourite sweets when she comes over. Love is loving the fragments of a person even when they are broken, because love is what makes us whole.

I think love is the little things in life that you do. Love is my friends reading my poems when they don’t really have to and sending me “this is us” posts whenever our zodiac signs are mentioned together because they know how much I love astrology.Love is pretending to love Japanese songs because I know how much my friend gets happy when I ask him for a recommendation. Love is my aunt bringing me a jar of my favourite sweets when she comes over. Love is loving the fragments of a person even when they are broken, because love is what makes us whole.

I think love is the little things in life that you do. Love is my friends reading my poems when they don’t really have to and sending me “this is us” posts whenever our zodiac signs are mentioned together because they know how much I love astrology.Love is pretending to love Japanese songs because I know how much my friend gets happy when I ask him for a recommendation. Love is my aunt bringing me a jar of my favourite sweets when she comes over. Love is loving the fragments of a person even when they are broken, because love is what makes us whole.

I think love is the little things in life that you do. Love is my friends reading my poems when they don’t really have to and sending me “this is us” posts whenever our zodiac signs are mentioned together because they know how much I love astrology.Love is pretending to love Japanese songs because I know how much my friend gets happy when I ask him for a recommendation. Love is my aunt bringing me a jar of my favourite sweets when she comes over. Love is loving the fragments of a person even when they are broken, because love is what makes us whole.

I think love is the little things in life that you do. Love is my friends reading my poems when they don’t really have to and sending me “this is us” posts whenever our zodiac signs are mentioned together because they know how much I love astrology.Love is pretending to love Japanese songs because I know how much my friend gets happy when I ask him for a recommendation. Love is my aunt bringing me a jar of my favourite sweets when she comes over. Love is loving the fragments of a person even when they are broken, because love is what makes us whole.

I think love is the little things in life that you do. Love is my friends reading my poems when they don’t really have to and sending me “this is us” posts whenever our zodiac signs are mentioned together because they know how much I love astrology.Love is pretending to love Japanese songs because I know how much my friend gets happy when I ask him for a recommendation. Love is my aunt bringing me a jar of my favourite sweets when she comes over. Love is loving the fragments of a person even when they are broken, because love is what makes us whole.

“Every human being has paid the earth to grow up. Most people don’t grow up. It’s too damn difficult. What happens is most people get older. That’s the truth of it. They honor their credit cards, they find parking spaces, they marry, they have the nerve to have children, but they don’t grow up. Not really. They grow older. But to grow up costs the earth, the earth. It means you take responsibility for the time you take up, for the space you occupy. It’s serious business. And you find out what it costs us to love and to lose, to dare and to fail. And maybe even more, to succeed. What it costs, in truth.”

— Maya Angelou (1928-2014) American poet, memoirist, activist

What happens once you kill yourself? Because I'm ready to go.

You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to  her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all  busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself

but you killed everyone else around you too.