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[lastoneout]

friendly reminder for the new twitter refugees:

change your icon/pfp and put something coherent in your blog description or you're going to get blocked bcs people think you're a bot

this site is built around reblogs, so please actually reblog posts(especially art and fics!!)

you can set your likes and follows to private

checkmarks here are a meme and mean nothing

follower counts are private and we like it that way, so get used to not judging people by that metric

drama and discourse is boring, use your blacklist and block button liberally

DON'T CENSOR YOURSELF!! we can swear and say kill and make fun of corporations all we want, and if you tiktok-ify your tags people who have things blacklisted for whatever reason will still see them, and people who want to see that content won't be able to find it!! spell words out normally, you won't get in trouble!!

tumblr live is sketchy as hell and full of fake accounts, if you decide to use it anyway may god have mercy on your soul o7

be nice to the reddit refugees, they're our friends <3

[sugarmint-dreams]

Happy 31st anniversary to Sailor Moon ☽

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my shop

[ethanolies]

my ghost in the shell phase has returned

[radiqueer]

here’s a thought: the reason why adult/minor friendships are looked upon with suspicion, and the reason why adults with minor friends are accused of being predatory or having bad intentions, is because we think that minors don’t have anything of value to offer adults that isn’t sex/a relationship. it’s a continuation of the way adults devalue minors and their perspectives and contributions to the world.

[createyourselfasart]

….No it’s definitely because there’s a huge power imbalance

[dragon-in-a-fez]

do you really think we solve that power imbalance with segregation?

op is absolutely right. this is coming from someone who researches and teaches on age and society professionally. modern western society is age-segregated to an unprecedented degree and there is ample evidence that it is absolutely fucking us over. it’s linked to everything from economic hardship to mental health crises.

intergenerational friendships are important. adults who never interact with young people outside of a defined institutional relationship with a built-in power imbalance (like being a parent or teacher) don’t develop the capacity to treat young people as equals, which reinforces patterns of abuse, neglect, social disempowerment, and silencing. young people who lack meaningful connections with adults outside of those same institutions miss out on an incredible source of support and guidance. and everyone misses out on the basic human joy of friendships that could have been really meaningful if we didn’t have this weird, broken ideology that says young people have nothing interesting to say, and no value to adults who don’t either want to raise them or exploit them or both.

op is right and they should say it.

[stop-stalin-and-suck-my-dick]

My life has gotten so much better since I hit college and befriended people six years older than me, and went to work and befriended people decades older than me. I could have been doing this years ago when I badly needed friends bc I had none. But no, minors can’t talk to adults except when they’re forced into a lesser role bc THAT’S healthy. :/

[adrunkensailor]

A college person being friends with an an older adult is one thing, a teen being “friends” with an adult is another.

[radiqueer]

fucking genius how you just missed the point. teach me how to do that

[insufficiently-advanced]

how the fuck are minors supposed to be able to identify adults with bad intentions if they don’t have any positive, healthy relationships with adults outside the context of said adult being an authority figure

like, sure, with any relationship between a minor and an adult, the adult has a responsibility that the minor doesn’t. some shit only comes from life experience. but like… that teen who comes to dnd on fridays, the younger coworker, that person met through fandom? i’m not gonna pretend we’re not friends just because i’m older than they are.

it’s not that deep

[cottoncandysecretlair]

Like I just. I’m so astounded by the whole “friends” thing that the person a couple posts above is implying just cause.

Intergenerational friendships are like??? So varied?????

Like maybe you’re 16 and working your first job, and you have an old Chinese man as a regular who sits at a table and reads the Chinese newspaper his family mails him, and you start sitting down and talking to him when it’s slow. And he tells you all about the life he’s lived, of being a child in the aftermath of world war two. And he talks to you about the prejudice he’s seen, and the way he sees people treat each other, and how much things have changed. And you learn a lot.

Or you meet a 30-something mother of two that walks with a cane in a group therapy session, and when you speak to her she opens up about her struggles with drugs, and how she wishes to stay better so she can be there for her kids. And she teaches you about having a more open mind when it comes to religious beliefs when you’re an edgy atheist teen.

Or you’re very isolated in your hobbies, and you meet a group of college students that share your interests and are fine letting you join in on their card games and D&D, and you not only learn the games but you get used to a group that’s accepting and just wants to have fun and make everyone comfy, and you learn not every group of people has to be judgemental and scary.

You’re saying that instead of making teens aware of the signs of toxic relationships, and keeping an open line of communication so we can help them take notice of and avoid these things… You’d rather we lock teens in a box where they’re deprived of the positives?

Force so many teens to be around peers that bully and disregard them, when they have prospective friends in local clubs and support groups that just aren’t necessarily in their peer group?

Hardcore Tumblr users really are just puritans huh? Hell even historically, households were made of many generations, and kids helped out in the community and met the adults that kept it going.

Ridiculous

[literallymechanical]

Back in college, one of my friends brought her 12 year old sister over to the dorm when her family was in town.  For one night, the whole crew instantly adopted her and went out to a playground at 11 PM and had a blast hanging out together.  She gave some solid relationship advice to one of the older members of the friend group (who was, in fact 30 at the time!  My “college” friends included people >10 years older than the frosh), telling this woman more than twice her age that really, she needed to break up with her toxic boyfriend.

Years later we still get updates on her life, and a bunch of those people went to see her perform on stage six years later when she got the lead role in her college(!!!) production of She Kills Monsters.

Do you know how easy it is for a bunch of 18 to 30 year olds to hang out with a middle schooler and have it be a healthy, fun, and positive experience for everybody involved?  Super easy! it turns out that kids are actual people with whole sentient brains and everything.  Just be respectful and nice!

[negatheimpmon9508]

This. This, oh my God This. I absolutely adore speaking to people older than me when i meet them on discord in other servers, because they have so much to teach! be it 2 years or 10 years, i love friends like this. they can tell you so much ♡♡♡

[kla1991-deactivated20210410]

When I was in my early teens, I’d sit on the curb next to a man in his 90′s named Oswin, who would sit by the road in his wheelchair all day and wave to the cars. He told me all sorts of stories about his life (sometimes more than once, which helped me remember them). I wrote part of one into my novel.

I got really close to an adult volunteer with a queer youth group in high school, and she took me in like an odd, overenthusiastic niece. I did have a crush on her a little, but it was the sort of thing that teaches you what you like in a person without meaning anything more than that. She and her wife loaned me a pile of lesbian books to read, taught me to cook, and helped me learn to drive. They were like family. 

My grandmother’s friends, who I’ve known all my life, are also my friends. One of them is in the last year of her life now, and as sad as I am to lose her, I’m so grateful to have known her, to have been friends with her as close as she and my grandmother were. I’m also grateful my grandmother and I can share this grief and joy.

It’s possible to theoretically have power over someone and not abuse it. It’s possible to love someone, to be vulnerable with someone, and not be hurt.

[moving-blogs-aw]

“It’s possible to love someone, to be vulnerable with someone, and not be hurt” is something I needed to hear today, thanks.

[fuckyeahcomicsbaby]

Different Stories Resonate with Different People

[lovingmyselfishard]

I will always reblog this.

[brightwanderer]

I once spent three hours scouring the internet to find this comic again, I will not let that be repeated.

[dduane]

Find your own resonance :)

[justintaco]

I really hate those stupids posts that are like:

“What about REAL monster girls??? Not just weird humans?? like real huge MONSTERS?? With giant sharp claws and big sharp teeth?? Where are those???”

You’re thinking of bestiality. You want to fuck a T-Rex.

[justintaco]

[viewtifulmarkovich]

If it passes the Harkness Test, I’m down.

[viewtifulmarkovich]

For the uninformed:

[supreme-leader-stoat]

Why.

[edgar-allan-possum]

[disease-danger-darkness-silence]

I was already gonna reblog because of the Harkness Test, but that gif made a good post great.

[suga-kookiemonster]

so. FUN FACT

tumblr is apparently rolling out a beta for a new post editor that essentially makes it so there are no longer post “types” (text post, audio post, photo post, etc.), and instead all types of content are better integrated into a single post. pretty neat, right?

…until you read the fine print.

The maximum number of total content blocks allowed in a single post is 250.

i emailed support and asked whether each paragraph counts as a content block. i received this reply:

SO. each paragraph counts as a content block, and i’m only allowed 250 content blocks in one post. the solution provided was to reformat my fics by using shift+enter after every paragraph instead of simply enter. which is already unnecessarily annoying in of itself, but then you come to the second hurdle: 

The maximum character length of a single text block is 4096 characters.

so–what?? besides spending my time writing thousands upon thousands of words, i’m expected to copy-paste it and then reformat everything, counting every single one of those words to make sure they fit within the restrictions? or i’m supposed to chop my fics up into multiple parts, even when i don’t want to? how exactly are writers supposed to write on this platform?? as you all know, my style tends to run pretty dialogue-heavy, so i start new paragraphs (and, thus, content blocks!!!) pretty damn often. i did a quick check, and let it snow, at almost 19k, is 550 paragraphs. with this new system, i would be forced to upload it in three (3!!!!!) posts! even my shortest chapter of ego, at 8.8k, is 350 paragraphs, and i’d have to split it in two.

this is honestly a formatting nightmare as a writer, and this is a decision that is liable to drive content creators away from the site and change fandom culture as a whole. 

please. if you enjoy reading content on this site and want to continue enjoying content on this site, please don’t let tumblr make things harder for writers! since the tumblr team is supposedly eager to hear what everyone thinks, it would really help if you could message support and share your concern about the issue–maybe we can stop this disaster before it starts.

[nowyoukno]

[fangirling-so-hard-rn]

Crows are scary They

use tools

Can be taught to speak (like parrots)

Have huge brains for birds

like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee

They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things

they are scary smart at solving puzzles

some crows stay with their mates until one of them dies

they can remember faces

SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT.  They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows.  Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag.  But the nice guys with masks they left alone.  THEN, OH WE’RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WEREN’T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight.  THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES.

They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns.

Guys I’m really scared of crows now. (q) 

[doctormemelordmd]

Yeah but have you seen this 

[stultiloquentia]

A colleague of my dad’s lives next to a lake, and looked out the window one morning to see a duck trapped in the ice. A crow swooped down. “Oh hell,” she thought, expecting carnage, because crows are opportunists. But the crow chipped at the ice with its beak until the duck was free.

[warwyrd-deactivated20170724]

Idk of this counts but a few crows saved me from a magpie swooping attack once ,they’re bros who can tell when magpies are being unreasonable and need to chill

[reallymisscoffee]

I love crows so damn much. When I was fifteen, I hit a pretty serious bout of depression, to the point I was in my room for months. Well, a family of crows made a nest in a tree outside my window. There were two parents and two chicks. One chick was healthy and strong. One was weak, and had a caw like something being strained. It sounded more like a rooster crowing and so my parents jokingly named him ‘Buck’.Well… months passed and Buck’s sibling was taught to fly. His parents focused on the sibling because the sibling was strong. The father stayed behind to try and teach Buck, but I saw him try to fly, fail, and crash to the floor. His father helped him back up into the tree.

Every day, I would watch Buck from my window until one day I opened it and started talking to him. He was small and gangly and he couldn’t caw right. His feathers were all over the place and I felt a kinship. So I made a deal with him. I told him that if he could do it, if he could fly, then I could find the strength to get up. Well… near the end of the season, after talking with him every day, I finally saw him get out of the nest. He went to the edge of his branch, braced himself, and jumped… and just before he hit the ground, he soared back up into the sky. I cheered harder than I ever had before.

That winter, Buck left the area. I was crestfallen. I felt like I’d lost a friend. But I was so damn proud of him. 

Cut to the next spring? I’m walking up the driveway one day when suddenly I hear a sound… a broken caw. I look up, and Buck is sitting in a tree above my head. He stared at me and puffed his feathers, then hopped down in front of me and cawed again. I was so damn thrilled, and I told him how proud I was of him. He ruffled his feathers and then soared off into his old tree. 

That summer? I heard two broken caws. One from Buck… and one from his chick.

Cut to ten years later? We have a family of crows who all have a very distinct caw and they come here and spend every spring, summer, and fall on our property. Buck still greets me every spring.

[ruggie-bucchis]

that last reply made me wanna cry. that’s so beautiful.

[avianawareness]

Don’t forget the Russian Crow SLEDDING DOWN A ROOF not once, but twice. 

[odpixel]

this one morning i kept hearing really loud caws, i remember it was like 5am, LIKE REALLY LOUD AND ANNOYING AND AGGRESSIVE, so loud that i could hear it through a closed window, and i eventually went outside to check it out. there was a crow on my front lawn, it had an injury on its head and couldn’t fly and there were two other crows circling right above it, and they were cawing like mad. 

i tried to get close and take a better look and one of them dived super low and tried to attack me. so i went back in the house and chopped some sliced raw meat and tossed it at him from a distance.

a few more times later, very soon after, they could tell i was trying to help, and did not attack me. i was “allowed” to walk up close and pick him up, he couldn’t drink water properly so i had to dip my finger in a bowl and stick it in his mouth.

i did this few times a day and it went on for about a week before he disappeared, i thought he recovered and left, but he came back the next day and lands on me, and i see him around the block quite often, and he would come sit on my shoulder for a few minutes and then fly away again. i feel like i’ve adopted a son.

[lilith-knight]

Best birbs !!

[221cbakerstreet]

your son is Beautiful and Strong

[solitarelee]

every time I see this post it has different crow stories and every time I reblog it again because all crow stories are good stories

[betheothergirl-deactivated20180]

Like, I wouldn’t want to be on bad terms with a crow, but they are a really smart animal, they aren’t scary You just want to be nice to them because they will know and they will remember, and they will pay you back if you treat them a certain way.

As a side note, I volunteered at a rehab (Hope for Wildlife), where they were rehabbing a crow with a broken wing–who was named Russell Crow. He kept pulling his bandage off so a sleeve was cut off some old clothing and put on him like a little sweater. 

[blackwoolncrown]

!!!!

[birbiebabies]

I don’t think I’ll ever not reblog this. This posts makes me cry and smile at the same time.

[gaymerlvl-pharmercy]

He’s so handsome!!

[witchofthegermanforest]

I would trust a crow with my life

[darthumbreon]

I was driving to work, sometime in early February of 2016. I just know it was before Cheap Chocolate Eve. I was getting into the left turn lane of the biggest, busiest street in my city when I see a black lump in front on me. ‘Ah, looks like roadkill. Probably a crow,’ I thought slowing down. This was during rush hour. As busy traffic, car after car, misses the crow by less than inch, I see it move.

Holy shit. That crow wasn’t roadkill! Yet. I put my Jeep into park a few feet away. I jump out and avoid the oncoming traffic. I rush over to the crow. He’s bloody, wheezing, head oozing pus, wing broken, covered in bugs.

“Please don’t claw or savage me, I want to help,” I beg. I scoop him up, supporting his head and wings. I carefully wrap him in my extra car hoody. I place him in my front passenger seat. Then I book it for the WRC (they take in rescued and injured birds and small wildlife). I’m just babbling at the crow as I drive. Talking to him, saying ‘I’m going as fast as I can. Please don’t die. It’ll be okay.’ I don’t touch him unless I had to.

I get there. Carry him inside. They take him to the back. I fill out a form with some information. I was given a card with an ID number and phone numbers. I could call on my “rescue”. See if he makes it. I was told he’s in bad shape. They’ll do their best. He probably wouldn’t make it. He had numerous broken bones, his wing was broken, he’s got some illness in his lungs, mites, a concussion, and an infected head wound.

I called a week later. Learned his gender. They said he was stable now, doing better, but not out of the woods yet. I lose the card not long after. I find it in August of 2016. I call to check in on him. He had a long recovery time for a rescued injured bird. But, he made a full recovery and was successfully released into the wild! I thought him each time I saw a crow. If they were in the road or beside it, I started slowing down. Gave them extra space if I could.

The story doesn’t end there.

That October I got married to an abusive spouse. We separated in November cause he tried to kill me. Divorce was a nightmare. May of 2017 is a low point in my life. Still trying to get divorced. My family home is being sold. My dog Eddie just passed away. I’m outside crying while I eat. I hear a crow caw. That gets my attention.

Some context, my neighbor hates crows. So much hate. He routinely shot at them one day and killed three or so. They left my neighborhood after that. I hadn’t heard or seen a crow by my house in years (for good reason). But, for the first time in many years, I heard a crow’s caw.

I look up. There, not ten feet away was a crow. I was stunned. He was watching me, staying out of reach. But he was really close for a wild animal. I wipe away some tears and smile at him.

“Aren’t you a brave one? I thought you guys avoided my neighborhood cause my neighbor shots crows on sight,” I say. I figure he wants my food. I toss him a piece of cheese. He goes for it.

The crow chilling in my yard had a gnary scar. A big one on his head. In the same spot the crow I rescued had a huge, puss-filled injury. I realized that this was the crow I rescued a year ago. Exactly one year since he was released into the wild, he managed to find me. Risked death to check in on me. After that? My luck started getting improving. I got the news my Divorce was finalized. I found stuff I feared lost inside my house. I found purpose after losing hope.

To this day, if I can, I leave little bits of food if I see crows. After my mom sold the house and I moved, I always found my new residences full of crows. They routinely caw a greeting at me. I wave and say hi. I chase away stray cats who I find stalking crows who are eating food I left out for them.

Crows are smart.

[lavendermuseums]

[happyunicornjet]

Columbia University Student Will Drag Her Mattress Around Campus Until Her Rapist Is Gone

“I think the act of carrying something that is normally found in our bedroom out into the light is supposed to mirror the way I’ve talked to the media and talked to different news channels, etc,” Emma continues in the full video which you can watch here.

So, I just want to go into HOW MUCH Columbia and the NYPD has failed, and revictimized, Emma Sulkowitz.

What I really love about this ‘mattress performance’ is that other students helped her carry her mattress across campus.

All those people reminded her that she didn’t have to carry that weight alone. That’s amazing.

[katie-and-her-fandoms]

this is her at her graduation

[schiwalker]

At her fucking graduation. God damn.

[femalecharacterthatyouhate-deac]

I’ll never not reblog this

[matchabrookie]

This is about ten years old. Wonder what she’s doing now

[catlogicdefiesall]

Performance art and anti-rape campaigning, according to her Wikipedia article.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emma_Sulkowicz

[unusanus-hourglass666]

I will never not ignore this, I have been this many times before. I AM A SURVIVOR ✊

[wessasaurus-rex]

I’m so damn proud of her. 

[glumshoe]

Me: “Welcome! May I offer you a free mask?”

Visitor: [looks around incredulously] “But why? There’s no one else here.”

Me: “...well...there’s me?”

Visitor: [laughs] “You don’t have anything to worry about.”

[glumshoe]

Every day I’ll hear large groups pause outside the door, read the “masks recommended” sign, debate whether or not to put them on, and then say, “Oh, well, there’s no one here, just an employee. We don’t need them.”

Cool! Come inside and find out how good I am at spin kicks!

[hopesterling]

reblog to give retail and restaurant workers the right to spin kick unmasked entitled shitheads

[glumshoe]

I’m not retail or restaurant but I still want in on this right

[mikashida]

happy “Pride” or something

[spamton]

hey not to be a killjoy but can y’all spread the carrd about what’s going on in Poland

obvious warning for homophobia, transphobia, etc. in the link above.

I was born there. I have countless of LGBT friends there, and the fact that this is happening in the year 2020 is inhumane and terrifying. 

If you’re Polish, vote in the upcoming election. If you’re not polish, please spread the carrd around.

I am not an ideology. Nie jestem ideologią. 

[luxris]

I wanted to draw something to show support for BLM, and it was an easy decision for me to draw Miles. The quote is from Stan Lee, written over 50 years ago in 1968, and it’s still (sadly) just as relevant today.

Keep fighting, keep protesting, keep making noise. Don’t let this go away. No justice, no peace. ✊🏻✊🏼✊🏽✊🏾✊🏿

[fynctsbuuuts]

Reminder for all the young girls who read smut

Labia comes in all shapes and sizes. So don’t be ashamed if yours are bigger or smaller.

Yeast infections are normal and can happen to anyone, even virgins.

Vaginal discharge is NORMAL.

Vaginas are acidic enough to bleach fabric.

It’s NOT normal nor SAFE for vaginas to smell like sunshine’s and flowers. So leave it be.

Having sex has no correlation on how tight your vagina is

Sex is NOTHING like what pornhub posts or what smut tells you(lmao no shade, y’all the real mvp)

Sex is a beautiful thing. But it’s even more beautiful when it’s with the right person. So don’t feel pressured to lose your virginity quickly or have sex with anyone who you aren’t comfortable with.

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

I’m so excited for these new prompts! Can you please do Jihoon & 31? Thank you!

31. “Oh, believe me, the whole house knows every detail. You’re loud.” 

Jihoon x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1835

Contents: fingering, teasing, degradation, name calling (whore, slut), begging, unprotected sex

You were far too weak for Jihoon. He enjoyed making you just a little bit flustered. He never teased too much but he knew just what would get to you the most and today he’d been more mischievous and touchy than usual. It made enough sense, you had both been busy and it had been a while but he usual came over to your place when he wanted sex. Today he had been touching you the whole time you’d been over, texting and whispering things to you just to mess with you a little.

But you really couldn’t resist him when he spent all day telling you the things he might do to you. So you found yourself in his lap with your face nestling against his neck, biting down hard on your lip. His fingers had far too easily undone your shorts and slipped into your panties. They found their way between your legs and he made it clear that he was far from patient.

Keep reading

[yslmingyux-deactivated20201018]

can i request prompt 31 and 63 with soonyoung?

31. “It doesn’t have to be on the bed.”

63. “Don’t tease me.”

Warnings: smut, hoshi is a little shit.

Note: sorry Woozi…it had to be done 

DRABBLE GAME || ASK || MASTERLIST 

It was the lights. 

The dim sensual lights in Woozi’s studio is what had you feeling the way you were. You had arrived moments ago after Soonyoung had texted you to met up for lunch, but seeing as he wasn’t done yet. You had sat down on the leather couch and watched as he worked. 

“Babe!” Soonyoung called out. You shook your heard coming out of your daze, your eyes locking into his. “I’ve been calling out for you, for a while now what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours.” 

Keep reading

[itsqueenshroom]

my bf and I have the same fucking brain

Quiplash is the greatest game ever made because it allows for things like this and you can’t change my mind.

[wooferdill]

[raideo]

[starshinebeaches]

[natsumischwartz]