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[sillydokkamj]

I’m tired.

I’ll use this profile for random stuff, but also for things like this.

Today I want to talk about yet another experience that I know a lot of women have gone through.

I’m a young woman, around twenty. I’ve always felt drawn to having a purpose—something like military service or just helping others and keeping people safe.

So I joined a volunteer organization. Not for myself, but to do something meaningful.

I knew what I was walking into. This kind of thing is “for men,” right?

But I was sure. And maybe, deep down, I wanted to prove something to myself.

Truth is, I found a family there. The few people who are always on shift are kind, selfless, genuine.

But once you get familiar with people, favoritism starts to show. Like being spared the heavier work, not being asked to lift things—just because I’m a girl. I usually say no to that. I try to do my part, even if it’s hard. But sometimes, when it’s a superior telling me to step back… I stay silent.I care about them, I know they mean well. But working in a male-dominated, old-school environment, people may misunderstand what they mean and i don’t really wanna be seen wrong again.

I feel judged. Like I don’t belong.

Like I’m just there because I’m “pretty,” not because I actually contribute. And I hate that.

Some of the so-called team members never even show up for shifts, but act like heroes when they do, just because they have a title or show up only when important people are around.

And now… I’m in a mess.

Someone took a photo of me while I was on duty—without me knowing—while my friends came to say hi. One of them was smoking weed. Quick note: I have deep trauma around drugs. My father’s an addict. I’ve never touched anything beyond a cigarette.

I don’t judge people who smoke to relax—where my mom’s from, it’s used medically. But me? I stay away. I live and let live.

One of my superiors—someone I admire a lot—kept the whole situation lowkey. He didn’t humiliate me in front of everyone, and for that I’m grateful. Maybe that’s why I feel even worse.

I owned up to my mistake. I was careless. One more warning and I’m out—and I think that’s fair.

I’ve always said: in uniform, you don’t mess around.

Yeah, I could’ve waited until the end of my shift, gone off in normal clothes, and no one would’ve said anything. And that’s what kills me.

I even offered to take a drug test. He smiled and said: “I don’t care what you do outside. But when you wear that uniform, you’re not just you—you’re us.”

And that… hit hard.

I cried. I felt like I betrayed the uniform. Myself. Even if it wasn’t all my fault.

And still, as a woman, I constantly feel like I’m pushed aside. Not weak in a soft way—just useless. Like a burden like; “yeah you are useless but we kinda don’t want to push you away because we would be seen as misogynist and we don’t want that”

Others get pats on the back. I have to work three times as hard for the same recognition.

I believe I disrespected something I hold sacred. But then I think of others doing way worse in uniform and getting away with it just because they didn’t get caught.

and what makes me even hella mad, are those “team members” that takes this duty as a joke, like no serious, but me? only because i’m a pretty face and i wear make up i can only take things as jokes. wtf. and i’m literally the first to say at my ups to CALL ME if there is any emergency, but they don’t and when i ask why they brush it off with ‘u are not qualified for this, bruh…

(And no, not everyone is like this. I’m talking about a few people who think certain things are “no big deal.”)

And yeah—another thing: the sexual comments.

Some are jokes. I can handle those i grew up in a bar where literally these things was breakfast lunch and dinner or the day, and it doesn’t bother me.

But some are said with that tone. You know the one. And I don’t even want to count how many times people—coworkers or strangers—have hit on me while I was in uniform.

Sometimes it flatters me. Sometimes it makes me feel like: Is this all I am? Just a pretty girl who gets praise for her looks and never for her sweat, effort, or strength?

Once, while vaping, this old man came up to me and said he used to volunteer too. He asked my age, and when I said I was around twenty, he called me a little girl.

Literally said I didn’t belong. Because of my age—and my gender.

“A pretty girl like you, here?”

Yeah. Gross. (I told him people start vaping way younger than I did. So… thanks for your opinion, dude.)

I love these people.

Well—not all of them.

Just the core group. The ones who are always there. They’re my damn family.

But sometimes I wonder if I really belong.

If my contribution matters.

If what I do is right.

Lately I’ve started doubting myself—and I almost never do that.

Anyway. I just needed to let this out. Maybe someone out there will feel a little less alone reading this.

This was written in my native language. And since it’s 5 in the morning… I’m not gonna translate it myself. I’ll just throw it in the translator and post it as is.

Night night. 🖤

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[dokkamj]

THE DIARY OF A WOMAN THAT NEVER BEEN TREATED RIGHT.

this are just a random couple of scenarios or things i imagine that i usually develop a fiction from it, but today i had so many that i couldn’t, so this is just a collection 🥀

you can adapt this ,scenarios’ with every character you like :) And yes some of them are spicy!

and let me know if one of these seen as full story, i am pleased to write it add the character you would like to see. (it’s written in first pov. me is reader and you is the character)

!English is not my first language, sorry for grammar mistakes!

THIS CONTENT IS 18+ SO MDNI. it contains sexual content explicit also an explicit language.

On that sunny day, we were in a park. People were jogging and riding their bicycles. The air was filled with the laughter of children. It was simple. We were sitting on the towel we brought from home. My head was on your lap, and I was giggling at your stupid stories from when you were younger. Your hand was in my hair, caressing me, and your eyes were filled with love, as if I were the only thing that existed in that moment. You handed me a little flower, and we both smiled at each other as you kissed the back of my hand and muttered, "I love you."

I was so tired from standing all day patrolling, and my stupid shoes hurt my feet so badly that I needed to sit down and take them off. You smiled at me and sighed softly while giggling, "Come on, baby. Let me take a look," you said. I rolled my eyes playfully and placed my foot on your lap. You started massaging it. You saw me like no one else had, and I admired how you could hold a conversation with others while still giving me your full attention, making my heart swell.

Every time we were in the car together, your eyes were on the road and my hand was shyly resting on yours. There was silence, but the mood was relaxed. Sometimes, you would squeeze my hand to let me know you cared, then open your mouth to say, "You're a beautiful woman." That was enough to make my whole day.

You put your hands on my hips as I cook dinner and give me small kisses on the neck. I can feel your smile. "Thank you, love," you mutter softly to me, and I can't help but smile. For the first time, I don't feel like I should do this because I'm supposed to; rather, I do it because I love you enough to say, "Okay, I can do that for him."

how i cry in front of you, and you didn’t made me feel like a burden, like my emotions where just something that bothered your peace, but i felt like you understand me as you pull me closer making me seat on your lap holding me tight against your chest, your lips pressed on my forehead “you can tell me everything, i’m here” making somehow crying more not because i was sad, no, not anymore, but because i felt loved properly for once.

that time i wore a nice dress and you stupidly saying out loud “oh— did you want me to jump around like a puppy—? because, because i can surely do that— god you are beautiful” while you smiled and pulled me into a soft kiss as we both laugh for what you just said, your hands on my exposed back tracing my spine.

the time we fought, and i end up with my voice trembling softly at the other end of the phone before i hang up, and 30 minutes later no metter you where at work, flowers shows up at my door, my favs. “i don’t deserve your tears, just your smile, i love you, i am sorry.” the notes said and i sighed half conflicted, still mad but sad. When you came back home you instantly bring me to our table, one in front of each other as you already saw my mood as you read my emotions “okay, we are figuring this out” you nodded, and we talked, because you never wanted to go to sleep mad at each other.

every time we are out, and people you know approaches you, making me step out just for you to bring me in the conversation by showing me off “this is my girlfriend, she is with me, she is beautiful isn’t she?” you always say with that proud smile, while me standing there kinda amused and flattered as i present myself shyly.

how much i appreciate when tired and even worn out you will prioritize me, massaging me and cuddle me, but i am to stubborn to just take and not give, so we always end up massaging each other on the couch as we chew some snacks.

how my body buzz with emotion, joy, and love when you turn around and the world freeze as you say, “i love you y/n” making me holding my breath as i realize how much it lucky to have you in my life.

when we are facing each other on the bed, your eyes in mine, holding hands as we both tell each others day until we fall asleep under the sheets.

the way i love to tease you, when we are both patrolling around and my hands suddenly gets on your shoulders and go down on your back, that touch that held more than just affection, a small craving. How you shiver and your eyes immediately shuts to enjoy the feeling.

how you kiss me in the bathroom of a random bar because we didn’t have privacy all day long. Romantic passionate, your tongue licking my bottom lip hungrily as i giggle “hey, no, not here mh?” i say as i try to use my mind, and your upset face muttering “you’re right…”

it was quiet, just us and the empty cold office, we were supposed to leave and you turned around “you didn’t even hug me today” you put up a pouty face and i rolled my eyes “com’on com’here” i told you and your lips formed a smirk, your arms tight around me, culling me but at the same time teasing me, your hands caressing my lower back trying maybe to get a touch of something else “you never change eh?” i ask you “god forbid a man admire a woman like you” you giggle kissing my cheek softly.

the way you turn around as i wear the tactic uniform, i wasn’t even looking at you my mind was too wrapped around about how we can do the next service “fucking hell, you in this uniform…” followed by a heavy sigh, i snapped my gaze towards you and smirked “we are on duty” i scolded you “you know…” your eyes around the people before going back to face me “i am the one supposed to scold you, you are illegal to look” i rolled my eyes and kick your boot with mine “shush it.”

“hey why that long face love?” you approached me, as i was sitting on the small concrete steps i looked up at you “long day” i reply not giving in too much. You knelt down so your face would be at the same height as mine “do i need to beat someone? maybe scold?” i cut you off “no no i— the problem is not here you know it” i nod “oh so i need to take you out, perfect— 7pm at the parking lot next to our houses.” you stood up again and leaved not even letting me say something, but the long face?? non existent, just a smile.

you on top of me, each others moans filled the room, your hands one on my cheek the other exploring my body, no words needed. My hair messy and my thank top abandoned on the cold wooden floor, your mouth sucking on my breast before each others phone started to ring loudly. The first time, we completely ignore it, the second one we both sighed and pick up the call, a damn emergency, while we where both on the phone, each others hands teasing the other. After 15 minutes we were already out home in our uniforms ready to rush at our operative office/base. One of us stayed outside the building for 10 minutes so no one could tell we’ve got there together..

the heavy rain pouring down on us as we where speeding up to go somewhere dry and warm “wait wait!” you called out, reaching out for my wrist and pulling me against you, hands in my hair “i love you” you said proudly of your emotions, and i just stood there puzzled, trying to connect my brain at the declaration “i— what? wait what the fuck?” the only thing i could say. “I fucking love you y/n” you repeated, and i just kissed you.

“we—“ my breath short, my hips moving back and forth “what? we aren’t supposed to do this?” you smirked, hands on my waist guiding my movements as we fuck in the car like two stupid teenagers. “i am seri— oh my” my hands on your chest as i was about to came undone “yes baby, pour that down for me” your hips slamming upwards making me seeing stars while reaching the full orgasm of this damn stupid car “now my turn baby” you mutter against my ear.

we both hated those damn night shifts during emergency of some kind, and when everyone leave with their orders and tasks we both stayed in, empty office, no sound if our pens writing and signing paperwork’s, sometimes calls or radio checks. It started with a damn stretch and since it was an emergency, my uniform was at home and my civilian clothes were tight and well— kinda provoking. At first i didn’t noticed your eyes on my ass wrapped in my skirt, i was too tired to even knowledge the fact that we didn’t have our ,times’ from a while now. I grab two coffees, one for you “here old man” i joked sittin down on the desk as i hand you the coffee, one of your hands immediately sneak in my skirt “what— are you doing?” i asks as my eyes scanned the room “touching you, isn’t obvious??” i gasped as you reached my panties “fuck, the pink ones?” my eyes widen, how the hell this man could recognize my damn panties but not remember where he left his damn keys!? I sighed and cleared my throat “yes” i confirmed “i bet you taste amazing after some stress” you hit your bottom lip, abandoning the coffee on the other end of the desk before your lips crushed into mine “quickie? i deserve this” you muttered under my ear and i couldn’t help “do not make me regret this” i said and sighed before my legs locks around your waist.

“hey y/n i really need you at the central operative” i almost didn’t even hear my boss voice because of your tongue slapping against my clit like it was the only thing that could make you live. “oh really? sorry— i just feel really sick, can’t you call a higher up maybe (char name)??” i said and you snapped your gaze up, your lips wet mouthing “why you say that?!”. “ah no, he is out for his business, alright thank you.” the boss hang up. “why bringing my name in the call?! isn’t risky??” you said as your hands squeeze the fat of my hips “i just played dumb, like i didn’t know where you was!” i justify myself “smartass” you replied before standing up, pumping yourself two times and pressing the heavy tip just on my folds to tease me. “and by the way, my business is to make you milk my cock and scream my name today” you said proudly.

the room silent, just the TV on at low volume to make everything more cozy, me deep asleep in your big cozy t-shirt, turned to the side as something woke me up, your hips moving back and forth, your breath shorts with small gasps “can—“ you mutters my gaze still asleep lowering to my tights seeing your cock squeezed between my warm tights “can we—“ i turn around my chest to face you, i was too sleepy to form a coherent thought “please y/n… need you— need me inside of you” you gasped as your hand snuck underneath the t-shirt to palm my breast.

we where walking next to each other, enjoying the warm day before a little kid was playing on his bike, i was asking myself if i wanted kids in my life before your mouth opened “do you imagine yourself as a mother?” you asked me “i— well it’s complicated.” i reply. “i— i mean you don’t need to respond of course it was—“ i cut you off “no no, it’s just that i would be sever i think a bad mom.” i said and nodded. “Com’on y/n, we both know you are amazing, your kids gonna be fantastic” you reassured me, arm around my waist as we walk. “maybe i can think about having babies” i say genuinely “and i can help you putting one of em in that pretty belly” you wink and i rolled my eyes smiling.

watching you doing your man thing was such a headache everything was messy and thrown around, no sense of organization, no clean. But then, my eyes moved from the engine of the defender, your jeans dirty and that concentrated look. “shit, com’on baby talk to me, where is your problem?” you muttered tapping on the car like it would respond you, i hand you the water bottle and lean on the defender “ok, why is this car reviving more dirty talk than me?” i asks looking up at you, you grinned “wait, are you jealous of our defender now?” eyebrow rise up and pragmatic look. “not of the defender, but of your tongue speaking to the defender.” i said with a shrug “it’s the same thing y/n” i frowned “tsk, do you wanna sleep on the couch?” arms crossed over my chest “no b—“ i cut you off “then come to mama and take care of me yeah?” i smirked, biting down your bottom lip before kissing you. “Oh i think the defender can wait— yeah sure thing” you mutter against my lips, as your hands immediately crawled up my miniskirt.

[dokkamj]

HEAR ME OUT!

⚠️ Note: Due to some misunderstandings and assumptions that may have come off as disrespectful, I want to clarify that this story is set during the second year of college — meaning all characters depicted are 19–20 years old. Please keep in mind the post is tagged 18+, and the context should reflect that clearly.

saw this on my TikTok today and i do really can’t help myself but write a fiction about it, i know my topics are usually and only COD, but if you won’t mind sometimes me switching on something else lmk.

i think that armin and nerdarmin are two completely diff people, like the alterego or sum shi and man this is how i see nerdarmin👌🏻

this might can be a bit out of character 🥀

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE sorry for eventual grammars mistakes.

MDNI! this is a 18+ story, so as my whole profile this content contains: strong explicit language, sexual content explicit, if this makes you uncomfortable please scroll.

I FREAKING LOVE THIS.

art credit on TikTok: musapylsa

“nahh are u serious him??” your friend asked with a giggle, even if the whole school saw you as a heartless bitch, a popular one, your best friend sat just in front of you knows that you are sweet as chocolate.

“why that long face?” you ask back, rolling your eyes, the topic was, ,cute boys i would sleep with’

“because you are gorgeous and he is just—“ she turns around to look at Armin, baggy jeans t-shirt those glasses... “so nerdy…” she sighed, your speciality was to fell for losers literally.

“he is so pathetic i love it” you giggled, its been weeks you tried to catch his attention but it was like, he wasn’t even aware that you were teasing him all around.

when both of your gazes meet you just bit down you bottom lip nervously. “i wanna talk to him” you announced.

“gosh no do not—“ you can hear your friend calling out your name but too late, your heeled boots where already tapping on the ground.

flare jeans, rolling stone t-shirt, that witch aura of yours and your hips swinging where already in front of Armin.

“Hello” you smirked, you were short too that’s why the heels, you reached his height and maybe a bit more.

“i— uh” he looks at his feet muttering your name, he was full aware of who you are and how many stupid ass guys follows you around like pets trying to have their sweet threat, at least one thing that he admires about you is the fact that instead of being like the others girls that sleep around here and there, you never.

at least… he never heard anything about you. “sorry if i disturb you” you said shoving your hands in your back jeans pocket “i just wanted to ask if maybe you could help me with math you know” you said trying to act as innocent as possible.

oh the only desire was to eat him alive.

“can’t Mikasa do it like she usually—“ you stopped him “i— actually asking you because i want someone that have a softer approach to me, that i struggle a lot.” you nodded, you where hella good in math but you really don’t know what excuses invent anymore.

he sighed, looking in to you completely, wow you where such a fucking pretty woman that everyone would show off like a trophy.

“i guess i can of course” he gulps down that strange feeling, no one beside his small group of friends talks to him in school so it was unexpected.

“uhm do you prefer idk, your house or mine?” you asked, looking at him for an answer “i uh my place sounds good,” he nods.

you hand him your phone “give me your number so we can accord when” you nodded and he shyly type in his phone number.

later after some classes you texted him ,hey i’m y/n so this weekend??’ the response came up fast, you wasn’t surprised he was always on his damn phone. ‘your place is good, i mean if this is okay,

you bit your bottom lip ,ok Friday evening? i live alone so no worries’ you texted back and forth nothing special, but you liked him, and it made you laugh how he was trying to approach you with respect and sweetness.

Friday came up really quickly and no one was aware of your evil plan, or at least no one knew you really liked that boy. Opening the door he was there, his hair tied in a little low messy bun, glasses loose on his nose, hoodie and jeans with converse.

“oh hey” you smiled, hugging him even if he didn’t hug you back but that was ok? you guess. You two started with math problems and he didn’t know how but you ended up teaching him.

he let his glasses rest on top of his head “sorry i mean you are even more better than me why did you asked me for teaching?” he rise up a eyebrow and you gulped.

“it was just that— you seem cute and i was just thinking what if i get to know you better??” you explained quickly “ah really?” he giggles, then smirked.

“poor y/n, you didn’t have enough attention?? you don’t like pretty boys that salivate at the sight of your ass?? why do you want me? so cruel to yourself to end up with a fucking looser like me?” he asks and your eyes widened you clearly didn’t see that coming.

“cat got your tongue? huh?” he stood up as you remain frozen on your chair in the living room. He stepped in front of you, his hand come up to grab your chin “what? did you want this?” he bend down and the second later his lips where against yours.

He took off his glasses and let them slide on the wooden table, you couldn’t help but kiss him back, with that passion and fire that you usually hold back. “who is the pathetic one, tell me” he bit your bottom lip “answer me y/n what the fuck.” he ansimate against you.

“me, fuck i’m sorry i needed to be more clear with my intentions.” you mumble, his hand on your bare tights, your pajama was doing such a bad job keeping you hidden.

“good pretty girl.” he murmurs, in all of this you kept kissing him back, and your hands slides down his hoodie, touching his bare stomach, you could tell he actually workout, not a lot but still.

and in a bunch of minutes he was on top of you on your bed, legs spread, shorts on the floor and panties tucked to the side as his slim fingers slides into your folds “already sucking me in so deeply?” he teased licking the outline of your lips and you moaned.

“pathetic.” he said almost proudly, this was a joke, the nerd with no friends and no social life was fucking you like a greek god? this was a damn dream. Mornings ago you were the one calling him pathetic and now? He got you creaming his fingers.

your legs tremble “yes this is how you like it mh?” he muttered, fingers deep and curling up inside of you as his thumb was playing with your clit he spits down just to lube that pretty bean of nerves to get you spasm against him before coming heavily. Hips jerking back and your gasps became screams.

“ah so this is your weak spot.” he tortures your clit mixing to the fact that you just came everything seems more sensible, overstimulating. “please— need you” you mutter shamelessly.

“no pretty girl, i decide here” his lips against your neck sucking heavily to leave hickeys to mark her, his cock was painful in his jeans but he wasn’t ready to let himself go yet, he wants you painfully undone.

he goes down on you, making you position your legs on his shoulders before he starts to slurp on your wet cunt, making you spasm and tremble following by his hand pressing on your lower belly to keep you down as the other was playing with your clit and his tongue slapping against your folds.

you taste fucking heavenly. That acid but sweet and your own perfume made him roll his eyes back into his skull, goddamn. And you cried as you came another time screaming his name like a slut that you where, at least at the moment.

He stayed there for a minute observing his masterpiece, your cunt dripping juices on the bed sheets your clit puffy and overstimulated and your legs still spasm from the orgasm.

“i think you are ready here.” he smirked his hair messy his body clean and neat almost like he did knew what he was about to do tonight, “bastard” you muttered to yourself.

when he take off his jeans and boxer, you gulped down, it was long thick enough to get that sweet spot scratched by him. “what you staring at? wanna a taste mh? say A” he smirked again, bringing you onto your knees on the floor as he stood before you.

“com’on be gentle mh? and suck on this dick” before grip on your hair to bring your mouth on his tip, you obey because hell this guy could make your cunt happy and you wasn’t going to say no.

you open up like a whore and swallowed him whole, making him gasp and rest his arms on the bed as he start to move his hips against your mouth “fuck” he mutters almost pathetically.

you could see how his moods shifts, sweet and rough, rude, then kinda fucking pathetic, and why does this turns you even more on?

“enough, com’here” he demand, helping you to go back to lay on the bed, your legs open wide for him as he was settle in the middle “so..” he begun “condom?” his tip slides sweetly on your clit “or no condom?” his tip now on your folds slapping it making your cunt doing those wet shame sounds.

you wined gasping for air, it was a torture but a goddamn sweet one. You swing your hips to get more friction even tried to lowers yourself on him to suck that cock with your cunt.

“i don’t fucking care Armin, fuck me and shut that nerdy mouth.” you came up with a little comeback too frustrated as you clench around nothing.

he smirked and exposed your chest before go all the way in, with only a trust making you curl up your toes and gasp and he moaned because he didn’t expect you to be this wet and this fucking tight.

“oh gods” he rolls his hips back and forth and his pathetic personality was coming back you could see it as he whines against your neck slapping his hips against yours as you moaned loudly.

“oh— fuck yes” you moaned encouraging him to go even rougher, your hands in his hair as he bites your breast angrily, the slaps sounds grew louder and more irregular. Your legs shook and Armin grabbed the occasion to overstimulates you by bringing his fingers to his mouth to lube them and torture your clit.

“com’on, i know you can do that…” he suggested but you clearly was too much wrapped up in your own feelings that you didn’t really heard him. And before you can knew it the orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks making your eyes roll back your legs spasms and your cunt squirting as he kept pumping into you before pulling out and stroking himself to release on your folds.

and that shit? made you even more turned on and you didn’t even knew how that was possible.

“what the fuck.” you gasped looking at him “what? never done that before? or— you didn’t know you could do it?” he asks with a smirk.

okay who is this guy? because the Armin you knew?! completely disappeared! completely wrong!

“how did you—“ you mumble “you know being a nerd and reading a lot, if you put that together with some sexual education books and, well that’s the result” he points at the mess making your face redden more than it already was.

“you done this before?” you asked breathing heavily, “i mean yes but you are my best masterpiece.” he smirked slapping on your ass playfully.

You spent the night together, and he was the sweetest soul you ever meet, the dom Armin? gone. It was like he had problems with personalities, well for what you just experienced with him.

the morning after he was there, handing you a mug of coffee “show together? i can massage your back.” he said with a shrug and you just pinch yourself because you still think this wasn’t true.

“how did you even know how to make coffee with my machine…” you said sleepy “tsk i just search the brand and scroll in their site find your machine—“ he cut himself off “just nerd things.” he said.

you smiled “you keep surprising me” your giggles filled the room suddenly, and if for you was like winning the lottery, for him it was like he just found heaven on earth, and it was a woman named y/n.

this is how you two ended up being a real couple, a damn weird one, but things worked because yourself too have so many interests like the videogames. Still today you try to understand how much he is just strange… a moment it’s the cute nerdy Armin and the second layer puff he is all horny and all over you.

[dokkamj]

𝓭𝓸𝓴𝓴𝓪’𝓼 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰

Now that I've been on Tumblr for over a year, even though I haven't been very active, I finally understand how it works. I guess?🥀

Hello, I'm Dokka. I love writing, and I try my best to be grammatically precise since English is not my first language. Most of the content that I post is tagged as 18+.

I want to clarify that every character in my stories is 18 or older. Another clarification: This profile is not for minors, so MDNI.

RULES

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1. I welcome constructive criticism and personal opinions as long as they are respectful. Vulgarity, hate speech, and offensive comments will not be tolerated.

2. All requests are open! I always enjoy checking my inbox and trying to fulfill people's requests — within reason, of course. There are certain topics I won't write about, especially those involving abuse or other sensitive themes.

3. The most important rule is to treat everyone with respect. Disagreements are fine, but they should be handled privately and not with hate in the comment section.

4. if i find minors interacting it would be blocked instantly, again this profile and its content are marked as 18+ and as MDNI.

[sillydokkamj]

sigh, I knew i would use this acc for backups and complaints coz it's the best thing I know how to do lol.

I’ve noticed that the internet has literally become a war zone, like a real trench. I’m not talking about political correctness or how things are nowadays. I'm talking about the actual hate surrounding people's opinions and comments, and how we treat people behind a screen. There’s no respect anymore.

I especially notice it when my TikTok videos go viral. People have insulted me, calling me trash just because I dropped out of computer science, a field that clearly wasn’t for me, and chose a different path. I’ve been called “only a looser drops out” and told that women have a bad memory or "skill issue, or it's just a woman?", among other things. On top of being sexualized and targeted just for being a woman, I also receive "criticism," but it's not constructive; it's just hate for the sake of saying something nasty.

What worries me most is that you can’t express an opinion online anymore without being insulted. If you offer a different point of view, you're suddenly considered the enemy. Even when someone is just trying to be honest or constructive, chaos ensues. People don’t know how to joke around anymore. They can’t handle sarcasm or irony. Everything has to be serious and "correct," and real conversations are shut down. That’s what really scares me.

Think about it: We have this amazing tool, the internet, and instead of using it to grow, we use it to tear each other apart. I see it all the time when I read comments or review ones that get flagged for being offensive. It literally makes my stomach turn. I'm just some random girl who popped up on your screen, maybe while you were lying in bed or sitting on the toilet. What's the point of throwing that kind of hate?

idk y'all I hope tumblr is more a comfy place to say my opinion or share my experiences.

(Sorry for the tags throw there I just don't know how to reach y'all my ppl🥀)

how I feel arguing on Internet btw..

[sillydokkamj]

short tragic story:

I changed my Tumblr password, got logged out, typed in my email—and boom, it says “no blog associated with this email.”

Cue the panic.

I tried like 50 different emails to log into my damn blog, nothing worked. Desperate, I submitted not one, but two support requests to Tumblr.

Then, after two hours and about half a million login attempts, guess what?

The very first email I originally tried? BAM. Suddenly works. Just like that.

I feel played.

Tumblr, if you’re reading this: PLEASE for the love of everything holy, let us log in with just the blog name.

This was hell. Literal digital hell. Jesus Christ.

And on top of that, I just found out you can’t even have two blogs on the same app—

At least, not if they’re tied to different emails.

So now, this account I created out of pure desperation?

Yeah, I have to keep it open in Safari, while my main account stays stuck in the app.

All this… for what? FOR NOTHING, MY FRIENDS. 🥀🥀

I want to physically slam my hands into something.

With love.

(i still can’t believe it)

[sillydokkamj]

THIS IS ME AFTER I REALIZED THAT I FORGOT MY DAMN EMAIL FOR MY TUMBLR ACC WITH FOLLOWERS AND FANFICTION (@domkamj)

WHY THERE IS NO OPTION TO ACCESS WITH ONLY THE BLOG NAME AAARRRGGHHHH