normalize whistling as a love language
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I’m so sorry women I meant this in an autistic way
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normalize whistling as a love language
wait oh my god
I’m so sorry women I meant this in an autistic way
minor tumblr user's carrd: over 25 dni!!
25 year old who was going to prey on this minor: oh damn 😔 here I was planning to groom them but i can't because of their dni 😔 what a shame 😔😔😔😔😔
actual things you can do to keep yourself safe online instead of relying on a dni:
don't use your real name! not even your first name, if it's unusual!
don't tell anybody where you live! not even what state you're in! keep that shit a sexy little mystery that's between you and your mail carrier!!
liberally use the block feature!!!! use it!!! just block people if they give you the heebie jeebies!!
don't post selfies that you've also posted on facebook or anywhere else! reverse image search can be used to find your name if the same image is tied to fb or insta or anywhere else your actual name might be
consider not posting selfies at all actually esp if you're a minor......., shit can be dangerous
there's no reason you have to advertise your age if you're a minor <3 you don't have to tell anyone! don't lie, and please don't interact with 18+ content, or with adults who are uncomfortable with people under 18 interacting--but you don't have to go out of you way to say on your blog "hey I'm a minor and a member of a vulnerable community"! and if someone asks then you are allowed to tell them to fuck off
tell people to fuck off if they ask you questions that could be used to identify you
this all counts for discord servers too btw. I'm 26 and as a kid on the internet I was warned about "chatrooms" and told to stay safe and not give out any personal info in a chatroom because that's dangerous. And It Is
discord servers are chatrooms y'all. not everyone in your public fandom discord is your friend
and please take care when interacting people on here who you admire. in my time here, i’ve seen a few writers/artists/etc. take advantage of people who admire their work and pressure them into doing things they don’t want to do. you don’t owe them anything just because you like what they’ve created.
no one on here has a right to your personal details, no matter their age, apparent maturity, or how impressive their blog.
twitter is going to be shut down. half of reddit is locked or completely unmoderated. the entire first page of google search results are ads. tumblr does not and will never have a functioning search system and their content moderation is 100% automated. youtube only shares ad revenue with people who make snuff films for Youtube Kids. facebook is selling your grandma’s social security number under the table for like $5. web 2.0 is completely dead right
Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.
But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.
On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.
But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.
But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.
And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.
Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.
The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.
When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.
~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy
I hate that I hesitated to reblog this just because I expect people to think it’s pretentious or melodramatic when it’s seriously real as fuck and I’ve witnessed it
Fuck man
i havent laid down on the grass in a while. maybe that is what’s wrong with me
Link is trans he told me himself 😭✨
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our little boat that sailed
you told your toddler not to be rude and so now he is developing an incredible skill with sick fucking burns
energies
You can get a lot of mileage out of acting all smug and pretending that it's obvious when someone asks you to explain something. This is why you should always assume that when someone does this, they're full of shit.
If there is one thing I have learned about people who are genuinely experts on something, it's that they love to explain shit to people who are interested.
In fact, getting them to STOP talking about it can be a challenge.
Throwing open the gate and dragging into the yard.
Did I do it right?
cutlery is a dangerous word one slip up and larry fucking gets it
This sentence turns into an active hostage situation exactly half way through it