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Lauren|18|she/her|hetero ♪Taemin♪Suga♪ Devilman has consumed my life

[tatimoons]

I. FINALLY. PAINTED. ALL. SIGNS. 

I’ve been painting all these since April I believe and I’ve gone through so fucking much that I can’t believe the collection is done! I’m so happy!!! I made a huge effort believe me ugh!

As always, you can get it at tatimoons.com/shop! <3

[dumbbbunnnyy-deactivated2021021]

:O

[staff]

[estrogenpatchnotes]

What the fuck is wrong with you people

[blelbinems-deactivated20190925]

[habitualshaker]

actually this is the only good thing staff has ever done

[capriciousaries]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“The old shrines were slowly forgotten about over centuries of human life. People found their own way, no longer depending as much on superstition and worshipping. Because of that, most shrines became overgrown, their gods lost to time, while the more popular ones remained as historical sites and tourist attractions.

The God Akira had no such reputation, hanging on only one worshipper and one thread of existence. He and his priest(ess) Ryo carry on in a modern world, afraid of the curse that many fear they bring.”

Here folks, have my first contribution to the Devilman fandom! This fanfic has been in the works for a small while, having been inspired by a roleplay my friend and I had. Please give it a read, if it interests you!

[kickitbarack-moved]

[capriciousaries]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

"The old shrines were slowly forgotten about over centuries of human life. People found their own way, no longer depending as much on superstition and worshipping. Because of that, most shrines became overgrown, their gods lost to time, while the more popular ones remained as historical sites and tourist attractions.

The God Akira had no such reputation, hanging on only one worshipper and one thread of existence. He and his priest(ess) Ryo carry on in a modern world, afraid of the curse that many fear they bring."

Here folks, have my first contribution to the Devilman fandom! This fanfic has been in the works for a small while, having been inspired by a roleplay my friend and I had. Please give it a read, if it interests you!

[ryanphantom]

you can really tell who’s been on this site for 6+ years this week

most of tumblr: OH GOD TUMBLR’S DYING!!!!

old users:

[billandteds]

tag yourself, i’m dumb-ass thot and edgy bastard

[devilmns]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

[aninactivebloggfgfgf]

An Open Letter to Tumblr about the Adult Content Ban and How it is Hurting Your Users:

Recently, Tumblr was removed from the Apple app store due to an incident involving child pornography. This incident is incredibly unfortunate, but it doesn’t stand alone. Tumblr was also removed from the app store due to the large influx of porn bots and pornographic spam, users claiming to be proud to be pedophiles, blatant Nazism, racists who are not deleted for sending hate and harassing users, and more. I myself reported someone for harassing me, but because I had blocked the person and couldn’t access the messages where they harassed me, they were still able to send me anonymous asks. Your support staff, with back doors to the website (presumably), claimed they could not access the messages, and I was left SOL. Many features on this website do nothing to actually protect your users from harassment, racism, homophobia, transphobia, Nazis, pedophiles, predators, porn bots, and more. 

You claim in your statement to us that you “have been working on these problems for a long time”. This is blatantly untrue. Please do not lie to us and patronize us. We’ve been here. We’ve seen you do nothing over, and over, and over again. 

We complained to you for months and months about the rampant porn bots, and you did nothing except add a report button on mobile which only reported sensitive content or spam at best. You could have addressed this problem with an effective algorithm, but you did not. We complained to you about being harassed and sent hate speech for being LGBT+, and you did nothing. We complained to you about blogs being randomly deleted, and sometimes you’ve restored them, other times you have not. We complained to you that there were people proudly claiming to be “Minor Attracted Persons”, or pedophiles, and you did nothing. We complained to you about people proudly claiming to be white supremacists, and you did nothing. All of these things are “against the community guidelines”, and yet over and over, you have not found effective ways to handle these problems or suppress the feeling of welcome that these users claim to get here. You have had a long time to work on these problems, but you haven’t addressed them. To say you have is untrue. 

 Multiple other social networking websites, such as Wordpress, Facebook, Instagram, Pinterest, and others have effectively dealt with rampant pornography, racism, pedophilia, and other problems without causing massive issues for their users who are not misusing the platform. They are continuing to find new, effective ways to deal with these issues without causing problems for their userbase as a whole.  There is no reason that you are unable to do this effectively other than that you wanted to do it quickly. You have once again chosen your stock holders over your users. And we have had enough. 

You have already started to ban “Adult” content with a new algorithm. Here are screenshots of just a fraction of the posts you have flagged as containing adult content:

Your new system of simply tackling everything at once is not working. At all. And each of these screenshots is proof of your utter incompetence. None of these posts contain pornographic acts, “female nipples”, or any community violation of any kind. 

We, the users, have been asking you for months to deal with these problems - particularly, the porn bots and bots that spam. In order to block a bot from a side blog, I have to do it manually, even though they are in my side blog’s feed. This is a huge issue for mobile - only users. They keep cropping up in droves, taking over our posts and tricking google into making it look like a legitimate blog linked to a pornographic website. We have complained to you for months and months now, and your solution to simply “ban all adult content” is ineffective. I agree that children should not be able to access pornography - but this is not how you tackle a porn bot problem. Your system is utterly useless, allows for racists, pedophiles, porn bots, and Nazis to remain untouched. It also harms sex workers and real people who may use this website for some forms of adult content responsibly. Moreover, as seen above, it harms plenty of users who have in no way violated your terms of service.

 If you keep this up, you threaten your website and company as a whole. Many of us are backing up our blogs and planning places to go to. 

You already have a content filter for “sensitive” content (content inappropriate for younger viewers). You could have improved this, instead of attacking your entire user base. It seems to be a very lazy “solution”, if you could call it one at all, and one that harms your entire userbase.

If you are going to keep this filter in place and make Tumblr, a website that has never been known for being family friendly and has never claimed to be, you are going to lose millions of your users. We are already planning our exodus. It isn’t hard to follow. Censor us, and we will go somewhere else. That is not a threat. It is a promise. 

Sincerely, 

The users of your website. 

@staff @support

[aninactivebloggfgfgf]

They flagged this post immediately and I’ve submitted it for review… this is… quite a week.

[aninactivebloggfgfgf]

If you believe these words, reblog it, please. I want this to be right in their face because I couldn’t email them directly. 

[slimegalaxies]

@staff

[scientistsalarian]

@staff

[vorchagirl]

@staff

[djfatchip]

@staff

[kala-hira]

@staff

[capriciousaries]

@staff

[glumshoe]

I can’t do justice to one of the weirdest camp stories I know. My friend tells it so well, and I can offer only a pale shadow of his story.

Last summer, he was working with one of the younger units comprised of ten year old boys. They had spent the night camping on another beach and were just readying themselves to depart. “Make sure you have all your things!” called my friend. “Don’t leave anything behind!”

One small boy came up, dragging a massive tangle of decomposing seaweed behind him. “But… what about me boy?” he asked, lip trembling.

“…what is ‘me boy’?”

The child held up the stinking wad of bull kelp. “This is him. This is Me Boy.”

“Me Boy is not coming back with us,” said his counselor. “You’re going to leave Me Boy behind on the beach where he belongs.”

The campers loudly mourned the loss of Me Boy. They insisted on giving him a Viking burial at sea, which just consisted of pushing him solemnly off the back of the rowboat into the water and watching him drift away in the surf.

That was only the beginning. Me Boy would be back.

The campers, in true camp fashion, possessed some kind of cultic hive-mind and a predisposition for bizarre memes. Me Boy would not be forgotten. They started telling each other stories about Me Boy and how he would one day rise again. There were warring factions with contradicting dogmas about Me Boy. Only when the gardener allowed them to take home a zucchini she had harvested did they find their god, born anew.

Me Boy, The Zucchini That Was A God, became the whole unit’s mascot. The kids would bicker over who got to carry him. They built nests and carriers for Me Boy and brought him to different activities, fiercely defending him from those that would do him harm. One child appointed himself the Voice of Me Boy and would translate the zucchini’s divine wishes into human speech.

It got out of hand. Me Boy had become a distraction, a fixation, a violent controversy. Something had to be done.

My friend, their counselor, took it upon himself to kill Me Boy. The children wailed in despair as he chopped their God into refreshing slices. With this sudden turn of fortune, followers of Me Boy turned to theophagy. “We must eat him to preserve his power!” they cried. Boys who would otherwise never have touched a vegetable ate greedily of this sacrament, eager to let Me Boy live on within them.

For a time, it seemed that peace and order had been restored, and the religion had already faded into its silver age. But only for a time.

In the last few days of camp, the religion of Me Boy splintered into several denominations. Every meal yielded new vegetable matter said to be a reincarnation of Me Boy, only for opposing groups to dismiss these as false prophets. Some believed that Me Boy was gone. Others believed his spirit lived on, intangible, omnipresent. Some believed he had found a new vessel inside a carrot, a pear, a slice of cantaloupe… even inside a child. There was chaos, and strife, and heartbreak without the guidance of Me Boy.

[justitia-and-prudentia]

This reminds me of a story from the scout camp I was staffing over the summer.

So I was facilitating an all-week teambuilding program for this rag-tag group of scouts, most of which had never met before, and at the start of their week they had to come up with a team name and yell. They spoke amongst each other for about 30 seconds before one kid shouts above the chatter, “USSR II, STARVATION BOOGALOO!” The response was unanimous agreement. As for the team yell, it came as quickly as the name did. “WE WANT BREAD! We WANT BREAD! WE WANT BREAD!”

Their enthusiasm for their joint identity was unrivaled by any other group I have ever seen at camp. They worked together like they had all known each other for years and they would hang out with each other during camp hours outside of our allotted team-building time each morning. Their teamwork was only matched by their desire for the fictional bread that we would use as a goal or reward for the team-developing games we played.

Pretty soon, though, the groups identity started to become more of an obsession.

On the week’s third day, before class, we could hear them from the top of the ridge. Everyone could hear them marching in unison, shouting their team yell repeatedly at the tops of their lungs- “WE WANT BREAD! WE WANT BREAD! WE WANT BEAD!” The only thing able to stop them before they did this all the way to class was a furious Ranch director accosting them for startling all of the horses.

The eerie levels escalated when, after one of our more intense team-building games, they all rose from the benches, unprompted, and did this-

I’m glad I was quick enough to get a good video of it.

Take note of the boy at the center of the ring- he called himself Pelican (each team member gets to pick their “real name” at the beginning of the week.) Pelican became the group’s messiah, and a kid that called himself Dad was his prophet.

On the 4th day out of 5, Pelican did not show up to class, much to the distress of the rest of USSR II. However, they united in his absence and excelled at the challenges we made for them regardless. Later that day, I learned that Pelican had started preaching to his troop about how their adult leaders were tyrannical and was unfortunately sent home from camp early.

On day 5, Dad was also missing from class, for apparently he had taken Pelican’s gospel to heart, directly disobeyed his troops adult leaders, and was consequentially sent home.

Allthough they were down two teammates, the team succeeded anyway, completing the high-ropes course with grace.

At the end of class, we staff members shouted their team name in unison, and they responded with their now infamous team yell one last time before they all left camp at the end of the day.

On the 6th day of that camp week, the cleanup day, we walked down the ridge to our area’s shelter and took in the distinct lack of loud campers with glee. I unlocked the shelters closet to take inventory when I noticed a very large black trash bag that was very unfamiliar and very full of something. Considering the shelter had been locked since we left it the day before, there was no way anyone would have been able to get in unless they were a camp ranger or the camp director herself. We opened it apprehensively.

Inside the bag? Bread. Slices upon slices of loose bread, the whole bag weighing about 40 lbs. The only way they could have gotten bread without exiting the camp would’ve been by stealing it from the PBJ stand during meals, but the sheer quantity of it in this bag was frankly baffling.

Under it was a note written in red marker that read

Now that we are free of tyranny, we shall never starve again

-Pelican

To this day, we do not know how they got the bag into the shelter, if/how they planned this all so meticulously, or if anything became of them after camp.

[malakbox]

[sunlightswallowed-a2]

WHERE IS THE INAPPROPRIATE CONTENT THO ?  WHERE IS IT, DAVID ??

[delsinsfire]

*fenris voice* what does the tumblr staff touch that it doesn’t spoil

[marikazemus34]

[carbonoid]

[yocalio]

“female-presenting nipples”

[everslumberingmaya]

this will never fail to be relevant

[jheselbraum]

Like. I’m a firm believer that porn online shouldn’t be within kids reach (those “are you 18” checkboxes for life) but. Like. Ok first of all, just ban cp? It’s not hard? Cp is what got you into this mess just ban it. Second of all, you could increase the age of sign-up from 13 to 18. Third of all, you could do what deviantart does and just. Require birthdays at sign-up. If your blog is flagged as nsfw, you can’t interact with minors. You want to follow an nsfw blog? Prove you’re an adult. You’re an adult but don’t want to see nsfw content? Safe search (that actually works).

It’s not hard to make a functioning website, but staff doesn’t seem to want to do that.