An Oppressed People Is Always Right (1974) by Nils Vest. Made in collaboration with the Palestine Cinema Institute (watch)
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An Oppressed People Is Always Right (1974) by Nils Vest. Made in collaboration with the Palestine Cinema Institute (watch)
It’s not even ok how accurate this is.
I regret having to make this addition:
Disobedient little girls wake up with marks from yesterday’s spanking.
(Marks courtesy of @the-blue-of-noon)
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.
しぬwwwwwwwwwwしぬwwwwwwwwww( 佐藤チャン さんのツイート )
THE,,, TH HANDCUFFS ON HIS FEEt???
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i’m dying, thanks for checking.
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*whining*
dom: “use your words”
*whining intensifies*
THE BOTS HAVE ADAPTED THEIR CONTENT TO BE SFW
TUMBLR JUST WIPED OUT A WHOLE BUNCH OF THEIR USERBASE FOR A SOLUTION THAT DIDN’T EVEN WORK
YOU SEE THIS @staff
y’all remember the good old days???
Heading to Pillowfort, and I’m Offering Keys
Hi, you may or may not know me. I go by Tyramir, and I’m an author. Mostly I write fanfic, but I have also published a book at some point. (Yes, that was a subtle plug – don’t feel obligated to click the links, they’re there to justify to myself why I’m doing this so I can say this wasn’t 100% altruistic because I’m a crusty old troll)
So, recently, Tumblr has made something of an announcement regarding what kind of content they will and will not host in the future. And you know what, that’s okay. It’s their site. They can do what they want. Just like I’m free to say, “Hey, @staff, go fuck yourselves with some sandpaper, you masochistic fucks.”
Ah, that felt good. You know what else feels good? Moving to Pillowfort. I’m in no way associated with them, beyond that I am now a user. I just bought a key. More than one, actually. I bought a whackload of them. I am not rich. See: author. Very poor profession if you’re not ultra-successful. However, what I am is angry, and disappointed with the direction this site is taking.
This site is home for the marginalised, for the outcasts, for the misfits. It’s also the home for a lot of fellow artists, like myself. Ones that might not have a little extra cash in their wallets. So, as a Christmas gift (and as a way of sharing that link up above advertising my book, see self, you’re not totally altruistic), I’m making this offer.
Reblog and like this post. You don’t have to follow me. You don’t have to buy my book. You don’t have to tell anyone it exists. You don’t even have to click that link. Just like and reblog. Anyone who likes it will get one entry for drawing for a key. Anyone who reblogs it will get one. Anyone who does both will get two. And on December 17th, the Day of Ignominy, I will draw ten names, and I will gift ten keys. I’ll even wear a Willy Wonka hat while I do. You won’t be able to see it, but the spirit will be there.
If you want to get the word out, but don’t want to get an entry (say you already have a Pillowfort account), just reblog and tag the post with “no entry,” or some variation thereof. I’ll exclude you from the draw, but thank you (in my mind, I’m not gonna actually thank people, but that requires effort, yo) for helping others learn about this opportunity.
TL;DR: Bald author wants to use very little cash he has to give people Pillowfort accounts. Just like and reblog for entries. Also, I hope you are feasted upon by a swarm of angry weasels, @staff.
Boosting. This is fantastic, @tyramir.
You’re very kind, OP! Thanks for doing this ❤
HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE
MAKE A WISH
the first post ever on tumblr
I WAS EXPECTING IT TO BE A REMAKE OF SOME SORT HOLY FUCK
WHO THE FUCK KEEPS BRINGING THIS BACK
reblog this because it shows up every blue moon
I FOUND IT ✊
I WAS SO SCARED IT WOULDNT BE THE ORIGINAL
When you’re on the phone w Daddy & He calls you a clever girl & you agree & jokingly brag about how smart you are so He asks you to show off & count to 10 for Him in the most condescending voice ever & it makes you blush & you get squirmy but you do it anyway & He keeps interrupting you, telling you to slow down so you won’t mess up. & then you finally get to 10 & your face is red & you’re glad it’s over but He tells you to get your fingers between your legs & do it again. He calls you a good girl every time you get a number right & it’s sweet but degrading & you’re embarrassed but it only makes you squirm more & more till you start losing focus & you accidentally count a number twice. He laughs & you have to start over & you silently tell yourself you need to do better, focus harder, not get distracted by His voice & the mess on your fingers. You make it to 8 before you lose track again & you’re kicking yourself over messing up such a simple task, but you can’t help it. Third time’s a charm & you finally get it right. You pull your fingers off your cunt, blushing, humiliated when He makes you tell Him what a clever girl you are again.
Daddy has been calling me ‘baby’ a lot more often lately & it always gives me butterflies in my tum (& in my cunt). I like how it’s not explicitly degrading. Not like ‘cunt’ or 'whore’ or any of the other names He calls me. 'Baby’ sounds sweet, affectionate. But there’s a subtle undertone of 'you’re too little to think for yourself, too dumb to make decisions, too small to be taken seriously’ to it that always makes me squirmy. It’s humiliating & degrading in an almost pleasant way & I love it.
Playin a fun game of Get Flagged Chicken, otherwise affectionately known as What About Female-Presenting Underboob 🙂