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im in a very vulnerable state if any hot lesbian wants a turn at ruining my life
Since some of you don't seem to understand how this 'new notes' thing works, I'll break it down:
I'm the OP. I'm making this post. If you like, comment, reblog (without comment) on this post, then I'm the one who will see all those notes in my activity page.
However...
If you reblog (with comment), I will get a notification that you did that, but any likes/comments/reblogs (without comment) you get on that reblog will only be shown to you. As OP I won't see them.
If someone adds a reblog (with comment) to your reblog...as OP I won't see that. I won't see any of those notes in my activity page.
Basically, if someone with a large following makes a comment, then they will get all the notes and OP will see nothing. If OP has said something silly because they're, y'know, 21 and it happens, and then someone reblogs it onto the dash of someone with a large following who then dunks on them for fun? OP doesn't see it, doesn't get notes for it, but they're gonna get the harrassment for it in their inbox.
If I, someone with a 5 digit follower count, reblog something to correct misinformation on Ancient Egypt, then OP will never see it unless it was on the original post, but I will continue to get notes on that post even though it's not my post. If I reblog fanart, or just art in general, with a comment like 'Oh this is so lovely!' then OP will not see any of the notes from people reblogging it from me. They'll only see my reblog. So it's possible for an art post by someone else to have 200 notes for them, but 9000 for someone who reblogs it with a comment, and the OP artist will have no idea it's been seen by that many people.
It's killing blow to the community we've built here, by someone higher up who doesn't understand that being able to see all the comments and reblogs is what makes this site the place I keep coming back to.
That's what sucks.
I encourage people to go to tumblr's support page, select contact support, and then in the dropdown menu select 'Feedback' and leave polite and constructive feedback (for those of you who enjoy 'emails worded politely but are a strong 'are you an idiot?', try that way of wording it). They're more likely to listen to you if you're not an asshole about it. I've already gone and done this, and I hope others will too.
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Princess Bubblegum and Marceline singing 'Sleepy Puppies' for what is essentially Finn's funeral absolutely got to me. Such a perfectly heartbreaking artistic decision.
Seeing Finn's artificially-aged body being soothed by a lullaby from his early childhood, and also playing on the audience's own nostalgia to Adventure Time's earlier seasons, PB and Marceline's wavering voices, the fact that this song is a reminder of Finn's life with Jake. And more then that, a reminder that even during the happier times of the main Adventure Time show, Finn has always been operating under the shadow of the grief over Joshua and Margaret's deaths, a reminder that Finn spent years keeping his dead dog mom's music box in his adventuring backpack. And now the immortal human mom who never got the chance to raise him is hearing it as his funeral march… I still get teary-eyed just kinda thinking about it.
This shit hurt. Such a heart wrenching and beautiful choice.
How I literally felt after creating dis account
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This is the stupidest thing I’ve ever made
goodbye old friend.
obviously i miss my friend. they were my friend. they just kept hurting, and disrespecting me in so many ways. at points it was racial insensitivity. and maybe they didn't realize they were draining me and others all the time. on some levels i think he did and would try to use gifts as a way to make up for it. that was one of the things that bothered me most. i reminded me of my family and how they would emotionally abuse me and then buy me a gift to make up for it. when i would explain to him that something he did was disrespectful or hurtful he would just cry and not change his ways. he was abusing my partners kindness. regardless of intention it was hurtful. im typing this trying hard to not sound angry or put him in too bad of a light but that proves difficult after he ranted on twitter, blaming my hometown for how things ended with us and an old friend who hurt us both. it's simply not fair. i opened many doors and he acts as if he was forced to leave. he could have stayed. he could have gotten help, help that i tried very hard to help him get. no one kicked him out and if he had just stopped putting material things at the top of his priorities he would have been fine. at the end of it all it felt like i was talking to a brick wall and i just stopped reaching out. sure i could have had yet another serious talk with him and maybe he would have understood and it could have been resolved but history made that hard to see for me. he also did not reach out tho. i suppose some friendships just aren't meant to be forever. yes i had faults too. i could have stopped accepting gifts from him i could have spoken up about his microaggressions sooner. but it gets exhausting being the angry black person that points out small things that probably mean nothing to white people. i really felt like we were almost twin flames as friends, but i suppose we burnt each other out, which often happens. i shared a lot of secretes with him that i hope he wont share, because i would never share his. i have no interest in trying to get this friendship back because it was just constant stress for me, we were clearly on two different points in healing that shouldn't have been around each other. Maybe we'll meet again by chance when we're older and maybe we can talk and reconcile. i feel angry and sad. i lost my best friend. and this whole experience makes me feel like i just cant trust non-poc to be close with. not that i wont try, but it will definitely be hard. if for some reason you look at my account and see this, i do miss you, and i suppose i forgive you. goodbye.
𝐿𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑧𝑖𝑛𝑒. 1923
Its so clear idk how to use tumble properly. Like my friend/coworker met their fiance on here? like you TALK to people? HOW? do i just comment on everything? should i just share my thoughts? I've been on here since i was 12 and have not ever talked to a soul!
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ANTI-CAPITALIST AFFIRMATIONS
i am allowed to spend my time creating things, even if they are not beautiful.
there is no such thing as a "real job." all forms of work are real and valid.
there is nothing that i need to accomplish to be worthy. i am already worthy.
doing nothing is good for my soul.
i am not defined by what i produce.
my worth cannot be measured by my paycheck, my job title, or a list of professional or academic achievements.
i do not need to monetize my hobbies, it is enough to spend time doing something i love.
i will not let society decide what success looks like. i can define what successful life looks like for me.