#so. yeah

[culbi]

the party girl

[tadc-crit]

Green is just being straight up antisemetic now as well. So if you haven't blocked them yet for whatever reason maybe get to it

(Disclaimer: I fucking hate Zionists and if the TLT members did in fact serve the IDF (which Green is referencing in the second screenshot) then fuck them. However it's clear by Green's wording that their hatred extends to Jewish people as a whole, which is genuinely gross and should not be entertained in any capacity.)

[shurale-walks-the-woods]

somewhere very early in their shared journey

[pathetic-puppything]

“daddy what are you doing?” sleepy mumbles as you feel hands press into your sides, sliding down your tummy and groping you before moving down. “shh baby, i’m just playing. keep watching your show.” fingers toying with the waistband of your pretty panties, daddy said it’s okay to wear them if they make you feel nice. “but nobody is supposed to touch me there… it’s private.” you sound panicked now, wiggling in dad’s arms. “shh sweet boy. nothing is private from daddy. no secrets, remember?” he presses a kiss to your head, hands gripping you firmly, fingers digging into your soft flesh. “just be a good boy, daddy wants to play.” you bite your lip, still feeling unsure but relax into his arms anyway. dad loves you so much, surely he knows best. right? his fingers finally explore under your panties, and he coos at how wet and warm you are already. “my messy boy. it’s okay, dad will take the tingles away.” you can’t remember if you ever try to protest again, the haze of his fingers on your little dick, feeling him stretch your little cunt around his fingers. does it even matter if you said no? he’s your dad. he knows what’s good for you. and besides, he did make the tingles go away…

[funnythingsidk]

i present to u….. the matching momisaku smiles at sugi calling sakura a bag-worm

u cant hide from me boys 🫵

[neighbourscat]

unintentional or not, “ebony” will forever function as a digital signal. by using it in a media handle, it invites a specific audience to lower their guard, expecting a safe space built on lived experiences of navigating the world as a black person. when non-black users mimic or participate in a way that leads consumers to infer a black identity, they compromise the safety, authenticity, and trust of the collective.

whether she meant to cultivate that impression or not, many people understood her online presence as that of a black woman. black readers who believed they were supporting and connecting with a black creator are more than allowed to feel hurt, disappointed, and misled. & i am so sorry to the black followers of this creator that’ve lost a corner of the internet.

++ you’d think, a non-black writer publishing work for michael jackson, a proud african american man, would at the very least be well-informed on aave. we are in the greatest era of technology, there genuinely is no excuse for not taking the time to understand its linguistic rules, cultural significance, and the community it comes from. she should have known. that’s it. literally. lack of knowledge does not work for me. we are too old, and it’s so unattractive. there is no such thing as i didn’t know. not anymore, all shade. this is not 1658. our community has been toooooooo nice.

non-black writers can write for black people (fictional characters and factual human figures) but they should be written responsibly and within the limits of your perspective. a genuine effort to research should be made. research & learning is apart of good writing! just as a writer would research a profession, historical period, anatomy, scientific wording, disability, or culture they haven't experienced.

we are worth the effort.

[lauriemarch]

and at the end of the day, people will still hate women.

because beyonce is a terrible songwriter who has a good body and nothing more and she's really nothing compared to olivia rodrigo, that stuck-up bitch who steals other people's music, but taylor swift is an old, bitter nothing who clearly hates other girls. and sabrina carpenter deserves to die because she followed her heart, not her brain, and that's exactly why zendaya will never be good enough for tom holland. don't forget about kylie jenner, who's stealing precious timothee's innocence away and dating her is like committing arthouse cinema suicide, or how we said the same thing about miley cyrus and her disgusting profanity, think of the children, poor liam hemsworth, trapped in a marriage with such a horrible woman. lana del rey was hot until she was big and she made trailerpark sexy until her ass got a little too fat. and ariana grande, talentless homewrecker, and selena gomez, jealous and unreasonable, and hailey bieber, even more boring than the blood drying on the knives you are so quick to pull. sophie turner is a bad mom and megan thee stallion deserved whatever was coming to her.

and amidst all of this, we still don't know these women. we cannot fathom the pain of having a public divorce, one where people choose sides and hurl insults at you until the battery on their phone dies. we don't watch them chase after sweet-cheeked children in tucked-away backyards or play board games with their best friends while their chests heave in laughter. we don't know their marriages and we don't know their solitudes. we don't watch them unravel themselves, time and time again, preparing for the battle that we have made of their lives. they can never make a mistake. they can never cry. they can never be who they believe themselves to be.

and we take all of this and we go to work, we ride the bus, we go grocery shopping, we walk in dappled sunlight, and we let ourselves shrivel. i compare myself to every body i see and i comfort in the fact that i can still encircle my wrists with my fingers. food turns to dust in my mouth when i think about the fact that taylor swift thinks she's fat and people still hate sabrina carpenter for sticking by joshua bassett's side when he almost died, for God's sake, and now the people on my twitter feed are saying GUTS is the worst album they've ever heard. i liked it, the tiny voice in my head cries out. she wrote songs that made me feel noticed. they're calling the song i relate to the most a total skip.

so i close the app. i try not to think about the endless profiles screaming about how much they hate a nineteen/thirty-two/thirty-eight/twenty-three/twenty-six/forty-two year old. i try not to think about how much they would hate me, if they knew anything at all.