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Tumblr-pocalypse Now!
About four years ago, I was lost in an unhappy and unfulfilling relationship drifting towards another new year and seeing no way out. I’d had a Tumblr blog for a while and had made a few friends and connections in the D/s community, but there had been one person who scared me. She was funny, smart, honest, inquisitive and most intriguingly, she was submissive and saw in me far more than I ever had. She got way too close and in panic, I burned the house down, deleting my Tumblr and the chat we had shared.
I immediately knew that was a mistake, I missed her so much, and eventually in the final week of 2015 I opened a new blog and reached out to her once again.
Within a few days she replied, annoyed at my disappearance but relieved I was ok. Ironically she’d logged on that night to delete her blog, no longer feeling connected to the Tumblr world.
The rest, is our history.
The point of all this rambling, is that without Tumblr, without all those images now deemed unsuitable for my delicate eyes, without all those female presenting nipples, I would never have met @heramberheart.
Fast forward to the end of 2018 and she has been my submissive for over three years. She is also so much more. She is my best friend, my ally in life, my co-explorer, my confident, my drinking buddy, my gig companion, and next year she will become my wife.
Although we haven’t posted much over the past two years, Tumblr was fundamental in the existence of our relationship and despite our paths nearly crossing so many times, it took this website to finally bring us together. Nowadays life with two full time jobs and two pre-teens leaves little time for writing here although we both drop in from time to time.
Our D/s is still the thread that runs through our relationship and even when exhaustion makes it less overt, the undercurrent still runs deeply. She is mine. I lead, she follows. She is my good girl.
Initially when I heard the news of the impending Tumblr-pocalypse I wasn’t too bothered. Then I started to look through my posts, amused by the ones unfathomably flagged as inappropriate, then I began reminiscing about those first tentative steps we took together through spanking, restraints and rule setting ... it’s a diary of this journey together. It’s a reminder that we walked through fire to get here, that we chose to be together and by sheer determination and out of the fiercest love, we made this happen.
Tumblr was a safe space, where it was ok to express your innermost desires. Somewhere you could explore how far you wanted to push your limits, a place of inspiration and education. This was a space of introspection and reflection. It was a place where entirely legal erotic and explicit images could be found and shared among a community both for stimulation and for the art.
Now that is over.
Yes, the writing may continue, for now, but for me, the visual aspect of Tumblr was an equal part. People communicate both in words and pictures.
I have no desire to retreat back into tamer sfw version of myself. This was a place where many people felt free to explore who they were. A place to question our motivations, our desires and understand our needs. It was a place of friendship, confiding, and for a lucky few of us, a place where we found service and love.
So, until next time around Tumblr-verse ... thank you for your insights, your inspirations, your words and your inappropriate postings. Life is too short to be appropriate all the time, so I hope you all land somewhere new that makes you feel safe and valued for who you are.
Merry Christmas, happy new year and remember, “the light at the end of the tunnel may be you”.
See you on the other side.
She is all of this, and so much more
I'm still learning to play you, even after all these years
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Laced in
Since the dawn of humanity, stories held us together. Every generation would pass their tribe’s stories on to the next, gradually building and embellishing inherited tales, and adding new stories as the generations grew. And these stories were considered sacred.
The first recorded human stories were cave paintings. Though simple, these images of roaming animals, gathered people, and stars showed us what our ancestors valued most, and each painting was signed with a handprint – the most unique identifier of that time.
Stories are powerful things. They have started wars, inspired peace, and even birthed entire religions. To this day, stories remain prevalent in society though now they are told online, in cafés, and in theaters.
With technology’s evolution, humanity’s storytelling evolved as well. We’ve gone from primitive paints on rock to cinematic masterpieces captured on film and streamed onto countless handheld devices. Now, our stories can reach further than we’d ever dreamed, faster than any of our ancestors could have thought was possible. Perhaps this love of stories was what lit the fire that began our technological revolution. No longer do humans paint rocks to tell stories. As technology has advanced, humans to have advanced and now we tell stories through text, graphics, animation, sound, music, and film.
Stories drive humanity and have ignited countless blazes, but stories wouldn’t exist without those who create them. Let the unfiltered spark of creativity inspire you at Mojo Fire.
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The Slow Unfurling of Sadism
I don’t consider myself a masochist, but pain is an important part of my submission. Sometimes that feels weird to say—that I like pain and need pain, but I’m not a masochist. For me, the difference is that pain is an expression of my submission, not an end in itself. I enjoy the opportunity to give myself to my Dominant in ways that are hard for me. I enjoy knowing that I am a girl who doesn’t get choices, even if my Dominant chooses for me to suffer. And I need these “proof of ownership” moments, even when I don’t always enjoy them.
But as someone who needs pain, I have dated sadists. Actually, I kind of adore them. Sadists are deeply emotionally aware. When you are a person who feels aroused and emotionally connected through inflicting pain, you learn to read every quiver, every trembling lip, the inflection of every scream. You become hyperfocused on your partner’s emotional and physical state because that’s what feeds you— and because you know what can go wrong.
Sadists know that they enjoy hurting people. For most, it takes time to come to terms with that. And even when you’ve accepted your desire to inflict pain, building trust with a new person is always hard. To show the person you care about that you love their agony… It takes time. No one in kink exercises more self-restraint than the sadist.
So this means people with deep emotional awareness are required to take serious emotional risks with their partners. This leads to an endearing pattern that I call the slow unfurling of sadism (alternate title: How Sadists are Like Shy Baby Groundhogs). Sadists tend to start slower than other D-types. They don’t cause a lot of pain right away. They test something out, then they back off a little. A flicker of pain, then back to soft and sweet. Then they push a little further, and then back off a little. Gradually, they create a safe space for their submissive to suffer—to let pain flow freely. They earn a submissive’s trust by showing they are in control and respect boundaries.
At the same time, they are also creating opportunities for their submissive to earn their trust—trust that they won’t be rejected and trust that what they are doing is consensual. Sadists need reassurance. Did you endure the pain out of submissive obligation, or did you want it? Did it mean something to you? They need to know if you felt a connection through the pain. They need to know if it turned you on. They need to know if you want more. As a submissive, I love these moments. I get to tell my partner that I love the glimmer in their eyes before they hurt me, or that I smile every time I run my fingers over the welts on my ass. I am honest about my limits, but I also show my sadist the joy I feel in serving through pain.
The most rewarding moment is when a sadist looks deep into your eyes and tells you they want to lick the tears off your face while they make you scream. And then they do it. Because that’s when you know they’ve let you in. They’ve trusted you with a part of themselves that few people get to see, let alone love. That is a beautiful feeling, and well worth the time it takes to get there.
Wasted
1652 draft images
Pictures waiting in my draft for words that will now not get written.
Pictures that amazed, inspired, tantalised.
Erotic. Not porn.
Consenting adults. Adults capable of decisions.
Beauty and art. And a little smut.
1652 draft images.
A reminder to get on with it, and not get distracted!
Since the dawn of humanity, stories held us together. Every generation would pass their tribe’s stories on to the next, gradually building and embellishing inherited tales, and adding new stories as the generations grew. And these stories were considered sacred.
The first recorded human stories were cave paintings. Though simple, these images of roaming animals, gathered people, and stars showed us what our ancestors valued most, and each painting was signed with a handprint – the most unique identifier of that time.
Stories are powerful things. They have started wars, inspired peace, and even birthed entire religions. To this day, stories remain prevalent in society though now they are told online, in cafés, and in theaters.
With technology’s evolution, humanity’s storytelling evolved as well. We’ve gone from primitive paints on rock to cinematic masterpieces captured on film and streamed onto countless handheld devices. Now, our stories can reach further than we’d ever dreamed, faster than any of our ancestors could have thought was possible. Perhaps this love of stories was what lit the fire that began our technological revolution. No longer do humans paint rocks to tell stories. As technology has advanced, humans to have advanced and now we tell stories through text, graphics, animation, sound, music, and film.
Stories drive humanity and have ignited countless blazes, but stories wouldn’t exist without those who create them. Let the unfiltered spark of creativity inspire you at Mojo Fire.
MojoFire.com
Female presenting nipple
December 17th - a rescue plan
Some good news, I’ve been talking to two developers now and got them working together, we just had a meeting with the guys behind an existing large (millions of users) site similar to Tumblr, with a vibrant and open-minded community, and more importantly, it has open-minded owners who believe in free speech. They think we can get something done here to rescue the whole community.
I’m not allowed to reveal the site name yet. I can tell you it’s mainstream, open to everyone, open-minded and welcoming. (It’s not WordPress or any site owned by Facebook or Twitter. It’s not Pillowfort, that’s in closed beta. It’s not Ello, that’s mainly for artists. It’s not kinkspace or fetlife, those are too specialist. It’s not jux, that seems to be closed. It’s not Soup, that seems still in development and too small.)
One of the reasons for delaying the announcement for next few days is they don’t want a “land grab” where people take the names of current popular Tumblr users over there (cyber squatting). So they are looking at ways for existing Tumblr users to keep the same names on the new site.
More info over the days to come.
The plan is, broadly:
1. By December 9th, announcement of the new site and how to secure your username there
2. By December 10th, an online tool for bloggers to copy their existing content to the new site automatically, with the same tags and captions.
3. Bloggers will need to copy their content across between December 10th and December 17th if they want to use the automatic tool.
4. My understanding is that after December 17th there will be no public access to any “flagged” posts on Tumblr, but the original poster will still be able to see the flagged post (for a short time at least). Therefore, the original poster may still be able to manually download a post to their own PC or phone, after December 17th, and manually upload it to the other site. But if you have lots of posts that will take a long time, it will be better to use the automatic tool before December 17th.
Please understand that these dates are approximate and may change for technical or other reasons.
There may be a few rough edges or not so perfect looking site design on the transfer tool. Everyone is doing their best. The main goal here is to help as many people as possible preserve access to their content, in the short space of time Tumblr has allowed us, and preserve as much as possible of the Tumblr community spirit somewhere new.
The new site will cater for photo, GIF, text and html posts. It will not offer video and audio posts, due to cost reasons - maybe in future, but for now you will need to preserve video and audio content yourself in some other place.
If your Tumblr blog has a mixture of original content and reblogs, or all reblogs, all of that can be copied over to the new site. Reblogs will become “your” original content if nobody else posted them yet, otherwise they will be shown as reblogs. The devs are looking at ways to preserve attribution of reblogs back to the original Tumblr poster, if that person also moves to the new site.
Important: your Likes cannot be copied from Tumblr to the new site. You will have to go find the same posts again on the new site, and like them afresh.
(Similarly, existing reblog comments, asks, messages and other user interaction on Tumblr cannot be copied to the new site - that’s just too much to do, in the short time available.)
If you want to preserve any of your existing Liked posts on Tumblr, you will need to either: (1) download the post to your own PC, or: (2A) reblog it now to your own Tumblr blog, and then (2B) use the automatic tool, before December 17th, to move your whole Tumblr blog across to the new site.
If you have Liked a lot of posts here on Tumblr, the gridllr.com webapp should be able to help you do steps 1 and 2A quickly, I mean download or reblog.
(Someone complained to me today about the appearance of Gridllr on a phone. It’s best to use Gridllr on a PC, Mac or Tablet with a large screen.)
If you have liked a post here on Tumblr and the original poster decides to delete it, or even to delete their entire blog, some time before December 17th, then that post will be permanently lost. So if you want to be sure to preserve any of your Liked posts, you should best download or reblog as soon as possible. If it’s reblogged to your own blog it is safe from deletion, at least for next few days.
Obviously, you will lose access, after December 17th, to all past posts you have liked, if Tumblr has flagged them as NSFW. Again, the steps (1), or (2A) and (2B) covered above will be the only way to hold on to these posts.
Oh I so hope this works. It would be great to get this out so we can try to get as many people as possible all back in one place and not split up all over different platforms.
Please reblog
Here’s hoping
@heramberheart
Your place
Is it okay for a submissive to initiate sex?
Yes, yes, YES! Dear God, YES!!!!!
The framework I maintain around @heramberheart is one constructed to give her structure, security, a sense of place and the freedom to be the best she can be in that moment.
Her physical needs are no less important than mine and nothing makes me more proud of her than when she reaches for me to satisfy those needs. Why would I want her to silence and quell those needs until I, in my mighty mighty domly dominance decree it to be time to get jiggy with it?
She is free at any time to ask for anything, and though it is always my choice, the freedom to initiate and ask, will always be a given.