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@anticentrists
Why do toxic fanfics keep popping up on my fyp, like no I don't want Gojo cheating on me, fucking me as an apology and me actually FORGIVING him???. I need a man who is OBSESSED with me and wouldn't even think of looking at another woman. The only fanfics that truly still my hunger are yander fics.
Tumblr Sexyman Contest 2026 Round 1 Part 17
Roronoa Zoro (One Piece)
Commie (Centricide)
I know its based on opinion and the fandom but in terms of sexyman factor, Commie has it, not big on Zoro's design
Hello Centricide fandom, i propose an alliance
I don't know if this has already been proposed by one of my brother-in-arms, but i figured it's worth a shot. Let me be frank. Right now, neither of our blorbos are winning and that is saddening, BUT this can be fixed. I suggest that since both of our fandoms are being put against sexymen with giant fandoms, we team up. We, the Cinderella Boy fandom will vote for Commie if you agree to vote for Deacon Hollow. I hope that you agree to this alliance. For further incentive, gaze upon our baby boy nerd Deacon
Hello Centricide fandom, i propose an alliance
I don't know if this has already been proposed by one of my brother-in-arms, but i figured it's worth a shot. Let me be frank. Right now, neither of our blorbos are winning and that is saddening, BUT this can be fixed. I suggest that since both of our fandoms are being put against sexymen with giant fandoms, we team up. We, the Cinderella Boy fandom will vote for Commie if you agree to vote for Deacon Hollow. I hope that you agree to this alliance. For further incentive, gaze upon our baby boy nerd Deacon
greetings fellow member of a random niche fandom, I shall speak as a self appointed spokesperson of the Centricide fandom (nobody challenge me on this I am pretending to be in charge) and say yeah sure why not! We need all the commie votes we can get
Mama's crunk tonight heloh ❤️
VOTE COMMIE FOR TUMBLR SEXYMAN 2026
My ego vs my dick, both big. Who wins?
Finding out that youre a political extremist from some schizophrenic guy on the internet (rare aesthetic)
Cant tell if im about to hit another psychotic episode but i put the hot in psychotic so it'll work out
Whenever my phone accidentally posts something twice I have to convince myself to live
COME TO ME, ANCAP HORDE... SPEAK TO ME... FELLOW ANCAP LOVERS....
"Shut your poor ass up" damn okay my bad
I need to get high more because then I make things, forget about it, and then find it sober not remembering that I made it
To hell with it, here's another headcanon that no one asked for.
Ancap’s sunglasses aren’t just style—they’re ideology in object form.
They symbolize **detachment**, both physical and philosophical. By hiding his eyes, he hides himself—cutting off empathy before it can take root. The lenses are mirror-smooth, cold and reflective: you don’t see *him*, you see only your own warped image bounced back at you. Fitting, really—under capitalism, all human interaction becomes a kind of funhouse mirror: distorted by self-interest, stripped of sincerity.
He wears them always—in dim rooms, under flickering fluorescents, never taking them off. Not because of light—but because visibility is vulnerability. To be seen is to be known; Information is power.
“It’s just business,” he’ll say with a smirk. “Nothing personal.”
The shiny capitalist exterior masking who he really is—total anonymity as an armor.
But the truth cuts deeper: those sleek black frames aren't just armor against feeling—they're also… medically necessary.
Ancap can’t actually see worth a damn without them. He's short sighted, just like capitalism is.
His sharp gaze is entirely dependent on corrective lenses masked as fashion statements. He’d rather die than admit it though. Because needing help? That implies dependence—a flaw in the free-agent fantasy. And nothing threatens capitalist mythology more than the quiet truth that *none* of us are truly self-reliant.
If you take them off, Ancap will be rendered fragile and weakened, losing part of his powers.
He also hides deep dark circles, because I said so. Fuck you. We're going full in.
In counterpoint to Ancap's myopia, I also imagine Tankie's long-sightedness. He's far-seeing—able to envision a distant horizon, to plot out entire economic roads through history. But he's not without his own limitations—it takes time for grand plans to unfold. Picture him in his dim basement study, reading glasses perched on his nose. Under a warm reading lamp, he pores over Marx, a map of his vision unfurling across the desktop. Now imagine petting him on his head. Cute, isn't it? Checkmate liberal.
To hell with it, here's another headcanon that no one asked for.
Ancap’s sunglasses aren’t just style—they’re ideology in object form.
They symbolize **detachment**, both physical and philosophical. By hiding his eyes, he hides himself—cutting off empathy before it can take root. The lenses are mirror-smooth, cold and reflective: you don’t see *him*, you see only your own warped image bounced back at you. Fitting, really—under capitalism, all human interaction becomes a kind of funhouse mirror: distorted by self-interest, stripped of sincerity.
He wears them always—in dim rooms, under flickering fluorescents, never taking them off. Not because of light—but because visibility is vulnerability. To be seen is to be known; Information is power.
“It’s just business,” he’ll say with a smirk. “Nothing personal.”
The shiny capitalist exterior masking who he really is—total anonymity as an armor.
But the truth cuts deeper: those sleek black frames aren't just armor against feeling—they're also… medically necessary.
Ancap can’t actually see worth a damn without them. He's short sighted, just like capitalism is.
His sharp gaze is entirely dependent on corrective lenses masked as fashion statements. He’d rather die than admit it though. Because needing help? That implies dependence—a flaw in the free-agent fantasy. And nothing threatens capitalist mythology more than the quiet truth that *none* of us are truly self-reliant.
If you take them off, Ancap will be rendered fragile and weakened, losing part of his powers.
He also hides deep dark circles, because I said so. Fuck you. We're going full in.
In counterpoint to Ancap's myopia, I also imagine Tankie's long-sightedness. He's far-seeing—able to envision a distant horizon, to plot out entire economic roads through history. But he's not without his own limitations—it takes time for grand plans to unfold. Picture him in his dim basement study, reading glasses perched on his nose. Under a warm reading lamp, he pores over Marx, a map of his vision unfurling across the desktop. Now imagine petting him on his head. Cute, isn't it? Checkmate liberal.
I made this 2 months ago and forgot to post it, enjoy 😍
