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@theonyxstate
the tragedy of tumblr is you will inevitably meet people who you should be having a sleepover with. you should be rolling around on their floor and rummaging through their fridge and watching shitty movies with. you should be shopping with should be going out to a cafe with should be wandering through the aquarium with. people who you should be experiencing quotidian joys with... and you cannot! because they live one million miles away
Having a traumatic childhood means you cannot talk even objectively about your basic foundational experiences without it being "venting", even if you're not actually venting. You just straight up have a huge chunk of your life you can't talk about, full stop, without it being trauma dumping.
And it not being socially acceptable to talk about your own childhood is super alienating. Sometimes people want to know why, and any answer you can give them is going to be off putting.
It's to the point I get irritated when something I said is framed as venting when I'm literally just talking about my life experiences, doing my best to keep emotion out of it.
when I was in high school, I overheard two older students talking about a friend of theirs.
One of them said something like, "it doesn't bother me that [Friend] was in residential mental health treatment, I just wish they wouldn't talk about it ALL the time".
The other replied, "Well, that was all of last year for them. So when they say 'when I was in treatment,' it's like when you say 'last year'."
I try to remember that any time someone says something that sounds Shocking to me. sometimes one person's scary special crisis is another person's last year.
If you want to be accepting of mental illness, you need to accept the fact that some people's everyday lives are going to be terrifying to you. That doesn't mean they don't get to talk about it. Stop forcing hurt, isolated people to become even MORE hurt and isolated because you can't fathom toughening up a bit.
Teacher: guys this Tumblr post is 36281992 years old and only the long lost Tumblr princess can read it
Me: but teacher, I can read it just fine *starts reading in perfect tumblanese*
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Tumblr Code.
If I ever see any of you in public, the code is “I like your shoelaces”
that way we know we’re from tumblr without revealing anything
I’m just going to say this to strangers until i find a tumblr person
must keep reblogering!! Im going to be so suspicious if any one tells me this now!
Remember the answer is: I stole them from the president.
always reblog tumblr identification
World Heritage Post
When Shane gets traded to Ottawa, Harris posts a pic of itty bitty toddler Shane in an Ottawa Centaurs jersey that he is absolutely drowning in (it‘s David‘s) cheesing like there is no tomorrow, next to a pic of current Shane in his new Centaurs jersey with the caption: welcome home, Shane.
Fouling in the MLH takes a steep decline the first year Shane & Ilya play together on the Centaurs, and they’re a bit confused why all their regular season games have been relatively un-physical. Then in one game against Toronto, some idiot (probably Dallas Kent) crosschecks Luca, and the Centaurs activate the Hollanov Power Play Special they’ve been training for all season and Toronto is swiftly, instantly, and absolutely fucked. Suddenly it becomes very clear why every team in the league is on their best behavior against Ottawa: because against Shane and Ilya’s power play, a foul will almost always cost you a fucking goal. That’s how insane their power play percentage is, and all the other teams can do is never give them a reason to be on the ice together. (Personally, the other Centaurs love this and go out of their way to draw fouls, just to see the immediate horror on the other team’s faces)
Lounging on the grass somewhere
Frank: I’ve been playing quidditch for years! Years! And my abs still aren’t as defined as Lupin’s
Sirius: *staring at Remus* Yeah, he’s proper fit, that one.
James: *shoves Sirius* Slag
James: *turning to Frank* But yeah, it’s unfair.
Sirius: As if you’ve got any complaints about your physique.
James: Your brother sure doesn’t ;)
Sirius: I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.
James: Like you did during the hols, when Reg stayed over, and we-
Sirius: Potter, I swear to Merlin-
Frank: *not paying attention* What’s his workout routine?
James: Moony’s? He doesn’t work out.
Frank: What?
Frank: Then how in the hell does he look like that?!
Sirius: *smirking* Well… he does really ‘wolf out’ once a month. That exercises some muscles, for sure.
Sirius: He’s always quite worn out and sore the morning after.
Frank: *staring at Sirius, affronted* I did not need to know that, Black.
James: Yeah, Pads. Have some decorum.
Sirius: *scoffs* But you just-! I didn’t even mean- Frank, James was just-!
Frank: *muttering to himself* That does explain your stamina though… should I implement this into the team practice?
Sirius: *furiously blushing* WHAT?!
Frank: Hold on lads, gotta catch Lupin for a chat.
*Frank leaves*
Sirius: What just happened?
James: I’m not sure… but I think Frank is going to ask Moony how he shags you.
Sirius: I’m drowning myself in the lake
Bonus:
Regulus somewhere: *sneezes, then looks around suspiciously*
i think being able to identify and deconstruct an irrational feeling should make it go away. i literally solved your riddle puzzle master can u let me OUT the damn TORTURE LABYRINTH
Did you ever just feel so lucky for knowing someone you met online? Like.. I was one click away from not following you. I was one second away from never even knowing of your existence.I would never have been this happy!!!...
i’m crying at the thought of shane trying to use queer lingo like rose will tell him about booking a lead role and shane is like wow, slay🧍🏻♂️🙂
Hollanov freak4freak in the Cens locker room:
When Lisa has a bad shift at work and suddenly has Wyatt planning how he wants to be buried/his funeral and Shane and Ilya both decide when they die (at the same time) they will be sharing a coffin. Or even better going full Classics mode and mixing their ashes together. They declare this out loud then return to stick taping.
Shane calling Lisa to ask if they (doctors) would do elective surgery to transplant their bones into each other on speaker phone. Ilya is beaming.
Shane watching Ilya tape his stick. Ilya who only developed his “way” of taping his stick post 2017 All Stars when he saw how Shane did it. They match. Shane acts like Ilya is performing a strip tease.
Ilya hearing Shane talk to the new Russian rookie in Russian, talking abt how if he ever needs anything to call Shane and/or Ilya. He knows how isolating it can be etc etc. Ilya finds it sweet but is irrationally possessive about Shane speaking Russian to anyone else ever.
Ofc they’re compatible blood types and at some point Shane discovers some new “health spa” thing that does private blood transfusions. He books an appointment for him and Ilya. On full volume on his headphones in the middle of the gym. The Ducklings (younger players) are now convinced Shane and Ilya are vampires. When they try to bring it up to anyone else Bood asks Ilya and Ilya beams and goes “we switched blood”. The same voice and tone as “we got Anya a little sister” after a long weekend where they acquired a kitten.
Yuna realizes that Shane and Ilya are in LOVE love when she hears singing coming from the kitchen.
“Chopping carrots with Ilya,” Shane sings under his breath. “Making salad with Ilya.”
Yuna smiles softly from the dining room. This is one of her favorite things about her son. From the time he could (barely) talk, he made up little songs about anything and everything. The first time he’d done it, he’d been strapped into his car seat and watching cars go by. When he’d caught Yuna’s eye in the rear view mirror, he’d smiled with all 8 of his little teeth and waved.
“Dwiving,” he’d sung, all of 18 months old and barely able to say the word properly. “Dwivin’ wi’ Mama. Wuv Mama.”
Yuna’s not sure if it’s Shane’s way of processing the world around him, just A Thing some people do, or something special about her baby boy. All she knows is that from the first time he’d made up a little tune about Driving With Mama, everything turned into a song. When he’s comfortable and feeling at ease, Shane turns little things around him into music.
Learning to tie his shoes? “Daddy’s teaching me to tie my shoes. One lace over the other. Make the bunny ears!”
Gearing up for practice when he was 8? “Going to practice. Gonna be great. Gonna score a goal!”
Studying for a science test? “Mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell. Everyone says it because it’s true. Moving on—organelles and cell walls.”
Gearing up for his first Metros game as captain? “Taping my hockey stick. Going out on the ice. Gonna kick some ass.”
It’s something so uniquely, adorably, perfectly Shane.
Today, though? As Shane’s in the kitchen preparing a salad for lunch? For the first time, someone else sings along. For the first time in Shane’s life, someone hears the tune and lyrics that only exist in his head and joins in.
“Making salad with Shane,” Ilya croons along, hooking his chin over his boyfriend’s shoulder and wrapping strong arms around his waist. “Preparing lunch with my love.”
Shane smiles and sings back as Ilya nuzzles his neck. “Being domestic with my boyfriend. Thinking of boring things we can do together.”
Ilya laughs and kisses his ear before finishing the song. “I love to be boring with yooouuuu.”
It’s the best song Yuna’s ever heard.
…okay, that’s a lie. It’s a tie for the best song Yuna’s ever heard. Maybe. It’s definitely at the top of the list.
Shane pauses on the other line, breath catching as he holds back overwhelming emotion.
“Mom,” he croaks. “I…fuck.”
Yuna stays calm. She mentally takes stock of the situation. Ilya’s fine—he just texted her, a few seconds before Shane called, to warn her of the incoming storm. David’s fine—he’s sitting right next to her, confused and alarmed as their son has some manner of episode on the phone. She’s fine. So what’s—
“—wi’ Dada!”
…oh. Oh.
It’s soft at first, but picking up in volume. Tiny pit-pats in the background accompany the most beautiful little voice Yuna’s heard since Shane made up his first song, Driving With Mama, from his car seat all those years ago.
“Eating,” the little voice sings in the background. It’s garbled by what Yuna assumes are half-chewed remnants of an afternoon snack; probably organic peanut butter on apple slices. “Eating wi’ Dada. Eating wi’ Papa. Dada on phone! Who on phone, Dada?”
There’s wet laughter in the background, further from the phone. “Oh God, Shane. It’s genetic. She’s a little you!”
More tearful laughter, this time from Shane. “That’s not—she’s adopted, Ilya.”
“I don’t care what the papers say. She is you. Listen to her, she is perfect. She must be part you, sweetheart.”
Driving With Mama. Making Salad With Ilya. Top three songs for sure, as far as Yuna’s concerned. But this one? Eating With Dada and Papa, written and performed by her granddaughter for a live audience? A platinum hit. Give this baby a Grammy.
not naming names but some of you are so creative and talented it's an honor to have you in my phone
I once tried to explain depression to someone as like if one day you gradually started to lose both your sense of taste and your ability to feel full. And you don’t know why, but now everything you eat tastes like mashed potatoes and nothing you eat is satisfying. You keep eating because you must eat to live, but the effort that it takes to prepare food is taxing and there is no pay off. You just know it will taste like mashed potatoes. You just know you will still be hungry. So you stop bothering with seasonings. Then you stop bothering to use ingredients you used to like. Then you start to wonder what the point of eating is because there is no payoff. You still feel hungry and you’re sick of the taste and you don’t know if you will ever enjoy food again and you don’t know why this is happening.
If someone comes up to you in this scenario and says, “Well have you tried spicing your food? Using different ingredients? Eating foods you used to love?” It isn’t necessarily helpful because the reason you stopped doing all that in the first place is that everything…tasted…like mashed…potatoes.
we must love one another more than they hate us.
I see no way else to survive this. If we do not love one another more than we hate them, what they’ve done and are continuing to do to us, they will outlive us. We must outlive our enemies. We outlive them by actively loving one another more than they could ever actively hate + seek to destroy us. We must love one another more than they hate us.
solidarity is not transaction, it is a vow & this is what I mean by “loving” one another. not a romantic, sexual or even familial love. it is a love defined by a vow to fight for freedom, an understanding that our freedom depends on one anothers. my freedom depends on yours and yours depends on mine.
The Trump administration is cynically exploiting calls for stricter AI regulation to pass broad censorship measures at the federal level.
So, in terrible news, Trump's trying to pull some strings to pass this massive internet censorship bill, featuring all the kinds of internet censorship we're terrified of, including mandatory ID for accessing basically any website, specifically to crush state regulation of AI, because apparently this man will always see the moral bottom of the barrel and start digging.
So, if you live in the US and hate censorship and AI you know what to do, contact your congresspeople and tell them do not fucking dare let this through or so help us god...
IMPORTANT UPDATE: The bastards just worked out a deal on the package, and they're going to try and ram it through the House in the next couple of weeks.
So, if you've been waiting to call, the time is NOW. Do it ASAP, be polite, be informed, but light up those phones like a Christmas tree!
UPDATE 6/29/26
The bastards in the House PASSED IT this morning.
Mercifully, it still needs to pass the Senate. GET ON YOUR SENATORS.
Optionally, you can ALSO look up how your Rep voted and give them (polite) shit if they voted in favor. I know I did.
Here’s a quick script you can use when calling. Or you can add to it and use it when emailing the senators. I just used it. I’m putting it here til I have time to add to it.
Hello. My name is ____ _______, spelled ________, my email is ________, phone number ________, address ________, zip code ________. I’m calling to request that Senator ______ do everything in his power to block and vote NO on H.R.7757, the Kids Online Safety Act, the No Fakes act, the KIDS act, the KOSPA, and the age verification mandates being pushed by Donald Trump. These bills together would result in government regulations of protected speech for both adults and children. The act would force social media platforms to restrict lawful speech, allow the government to dictate and control online communications, and require age verification mandates.
Age verification mandates would require users to disclose personal information before accessing lawful speech online— hugely invading privacy and opening the door to people’s personal data being stolen, and completely eliminating the safety of anonymity for everyone online.
Please block these bills and protect the American citizens’ right to free speech and anonymity online.
Edit: Here’s an email script to tweak:
I’m writing to inform you that you need to vote No on H.R.7757, KOSA, the KIDS act, the No Fakes act, and the KOSPA. These bills would require all internet users to give up their legal identities to every website they use to prove their non-minor status, and force government regulations and oversight on all communications on social media platforms, destroying any ability for people to exercise their right to free speech. And the government dictating and controlling online communications for people who are forced to give up their identities to every data mining platform would be catastrophic for everyone involved.
What’s more, this bill is designed purely to control and steal data from users, revealed by the fact that the original KOSA had text requiring platforms to prevent things that were specifically documented as harmful to minors; promotion of eating disorders, self-harm, substance abuse, and sexual exploitation. Without that provision, the House bill simply requires platforms to submit to annual “safety” audits, meaning there will be reporting obligations enforced, but no civil liability when a documented harm occurs, revealing the purpose is control and surveillance, not safety. Vote No on KOSA, the KIDS act, the No Fakes act, and the KOSPA to protect internet safety for all future generations. Vote No on the House bill H.R. 7757. Please, do your duty as Senator and don’t allow this attack on free speech to go through.
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