What Weve Gotta Understand Is That The Modern Internet Is Abolishing Spaces For Adults And The Modern

What we’ve gotta understand is that “the modern Internet is abolishing spaces for adults” and “the modern Internet is abolishing space for children” are compatible phenomena. Neither group is being favoured: the modern Internet is abolishing spaces for adults (i.e., because grown-up topics aren’t advertiser friendly) and the modern Internet is abolishing spaces for children (i.e., because online communities which consist principally of people who have no money are hard to sell things to). The Internet that contemporary corporate interests are trying to build isn’t a space for anyone – it’s the digital equivalent of an Ikea showroom.

I may be stupid but idk how to change my layout like not the colors but uh how do I say like how it looks stylized wise ???

There’s something disturbingly dark and heartbreaking about a kid pleading with an adult he just bonded with to save his life, beating on his face in a justified tantrum-esque fit of emotion, still trusting and hoping and wanting to believe, seeing himself in that adult;

Only to pull off the mask from being pushed away and realize they’re not the same and Tarak feels that sentiment. Tarak isn’t the same as King but a hunter who wears the dead faces of slain children who were like King, and whom he intends to add King to that list as another trophy for someone to wear; Just as the sibling in King’s hands was for Tarak.

The horror as it truly sinks in for King that Tarak isn’t like him, it was all fake, and that Tarak is wearing the skull of a murdered sibling; Even as the unmasked truth uncomfortably looms over the poor kid. Like it was still easy for King to deny the truth that it was all a lie when these people who were so kind to him earlier still resemble him; But then Tarak’s unmasking is followed by that of the rest, just to hammer in the utter shattering of King’s fantasy and dream, tearing apart any last vestiges of hope or semblance of denial. It was all a lie, and King’s perfect world that he’d just gotten comes crumbling down around him like the finger portal he destroys.

Like the sequence and symbolism of it all really was just chilling, as was a literal child being hunted down like an animal to be sacrificed by a cult and begging to be spared, desperately trying to bring up the bond he thought was made only to realize it was never there, or worse, still means nothing to Tarak’s fanaticism. All that bonding from before meant nothing as they still turned on King just for being who he is. The betrayal would really break a person and it’s no wonder that when all is said and done and King has the moment to breathe and reflect...

His first instinct is that he just wants to go home, to a found parent he can trust and who does love him above all else, while clinging to his found sister for support and comfort. Sniffling and wiping away both that accursed mark of the Titan Trappers, a symbol of pride and kinship now a painted target, as well as the tears that keep coming and won’t go away regardless.

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I think people should remember like....it's not JUST that someone got banned for literally posting screenshots on someone's publicly available blog and criticizing them just bc they were staff

it's that staff was able to react to quickly and harshly when one of their own was being "harassed" but every single day they ignore reports from their users about n*zis, p*dophiles, t*rfs, etc.

I've reported multiple people for calling me slurs and nothing was done. I was just told to block them and move on.

and let's not forget about all those black bloggers who got sniped by staff under the premise that they were "Russian bots".

they don't actually care about their own userbase lol!