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ozymandemias · 4 years

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Tumblr ban a year on - The Pearl Harbor of pr0n still resonates

It’s now been a year since Tumblr shitcanned porn posts, triggering more perverts than the manifest of Jeffrey Epstein’s private jet. Adult babies soiled their nappies, furries retreated to their kennels and rubber fetishists bounced from the platform in their droves. Having long been the home of NSFW content unwelcome on other platforms, it was a real kick in the nuts for communities who struggle to find non-judgemental online spaces in which to gather. It was a spectacular own goal from Tumblr who saw their traffic plummet by 30 percent in the early months of 2019. When they were bought in August 2019 for $3 million it was a terrible humbling, given that Yahoo paid $1.1 billion for it in 2013. Congratulations, shitheads!

In addition to alienating kinksters, Tumblr have rattled the cages of their vanilla users, with their algorithm for identifying NSFW content incorrectly flagging everything from dinosaur art to TV show screengrabs. It’s an unholy shitshow that seems to have pleased no one and pissed off everyone.

Nonetheless, CEO Matt Mullenweg doubled down on the decision, insisting “adult content is not our forte”. In itself, that’s fair enough but they seem to have jumped without any forethought as to what they replace it with. Tumblr insist that cupcake, K-pop and Pokémon fandoms are still going strong which is great if you’re a big enough retard to be into any of that but the figures don’t lie. Tumblr is in freefall and looks set to join MySpace, Face Party and Google Buzz on the social media slag heap.

And the biggest irony of all? Tumblr is still teeming with porn. Dip back into your dashboard and you’ll discover that cocainerapedoll, dumb-lil-cunt, sluts-love-slaps, inferiorfuckdoll and the rest of the gang are still merrily posting away gangbangs, bukkakes, dps and every degenerate filth that brought you to the platform in the first place. The communities have gone but the porn remains. Maybe its machine learning algorithm gained sentience and started digitally jerking off to the material it was created to destroy or maybe Tumblr just stopped caring.

Either way, from Tumblr’s point of view, it’s the worst of all worlds. They set light to their own house while they were still inside it, then waited for the Fire Brigade to come save them. They’re still waiting.

#kink #dd/lg kink #fetish #pornban #idiots

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ozymandemias · 4 years

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My ultimate fantasy

My ultimate fantasy, something that keeps me up at night, the one thing where I know all my sexual fantasies are realized…

It’s to be kidnapped. But not just kidnapped. Oh no, not a one night fuck-and-dump, no snuff here.

I want to be tied up, in a disgusting old basement. I want to be chained to the ceiling, naked, uncomfortable.

I want to be left alone.

See, because I don’t just want to be raped. I want to be destroyed.

Don’t touch me for the first few days. Leave me in filth. Don’t feed me, until I beg for water. Let me down from the ceiling where my wrists are raw and practically dislocated from passing out on the chain. Feed me out of a dog bowl. If I’m ungrateful, threaten to let me starve. If you’ve done it right, I’ll be so hungry that when you tell me to be polite, I’ll say “please” and “thank you” without thinking. Feed me table scraps, feed me dog food. Mix piss with my water. That way every time I get something remotely good, I will want to cry with how happy I am. The first time you give me hot food, I will cry. I’ll practically be begging to kiss your boots.

The first time you rape me, I want it to hurt. It has to hurt. Rough, brutal, no prep. Leave me bruised and sore and bleeding. Come back and do it again, but this time with a little bit of softness. Mix it back and forth, and back and forth. Rough and soft. Mix between calling me disgusting and a dog and completely worthless… and calling me your good girl. Your poor, sweet little princess.

Then, after I no longer fight at all. I suck your cock with eagerness, I present my holes happily. Rape me like the first time. Make me cry, and scream. Give me a glimmer of hope by maybe loosening the chains.

And then leave me. Leave me alone. Feed me just enough to keep me alive. Come in, maybe tell me a story. Threaten me. But don’t touch me. Leave me far longer than you think you have to.

Eventually I will beg to be used again. I’ll beg and cry and tell you I’ll do anything. Not to escape, I’m broken past that. But for you to touch me. I’m so cold. When I can’t form words anymore, from cracked lips and isolation, I’ll just whimper and whine. Mumble when you come in.

This is where you get to have fun.

Months after, when I’m broken, you get to fix me.

I’m a rack of bones, my hair is matted and disgusting. No one would want me. But you get to groom me.

I cry when one day, you kneel down on the floor and touch me. I flinch first, but you stroke my neck, and down my back. You draw circles on my skin. I cry, because this is so nice. This is so different. Your voice is soft when you console me.

Little girl, sweetie. It’s okay. You’re going to be alright.

You promise that, if I come upstairs, and am a good girl for him, I never have to see the basement again. I get to be yours.

You bring me upstairs, I’m so frail I can barely stand. You half carry me up the stairs. When we’re upstairs, my eyes hurt from the light so bad I hide in your chest. It’s not a mistake that you’ve chosen a soft shirt.

Its a hot shower, to rinse all the dirt and grime off of me. You wash and wash and brush my hair until its mostly clean. And then into the tub, both of us. I moan at the hot water, and you chuckle and ask if I feel good. I just nod.

Your hands are soft on my scalp as you wash it again, and then conditioner that is so lovingly massaged into my hair. You shave me everywhere, have me sit up so he can get every inch of hair. Your hands feel nice as you massage soap into my skin.

You ask if I remember my name. My age. I have no answers. You make things up, they don’t sound right, but I can’t remember anyways. I can vaguely remember the fact that I had a life before… But I can’t remember details. I can vaguely remember that once you were bad, but don’t have the energy to care.

You say things that confuse me. You touch me, to make me feel good. My pussy, my breasts.

You dry me off, and I can’t recognize myself in the mirror. Hair longer than ever before, so so skinny. But its so nice, being touched. Having you brush product through my hair. Oil on my lips, cream on my skin.

I start crying, I beg not to be put in the basement.

You tell me how it is, how its going to be. It scares me a little.

Calls me baby, says I don’t have to go down there again. Only if I promise to be good, and do whatever you say. Says I’m going to have my own little cage, but don’t worry because its got a blanket. And if I’m really good I get to sleep with you, and cuddle, and be warm. Says I get to have my own collar, like a real animal. My own bowl, but this time its going to be clean. I get to suck your dick, which I liked doing. And he’s going to make me feel good. Calls me princess, but then pulls my hair. I yelp out. Threatens me that if I don’t do whatever he says, if I don’t say thank you when he gets frustrated and takes it out on me, if I can’t handle licking his ass and drinking his piss and call him Daddy and do anything you want? Then I thrown in the basement, and you get to ruin me until I get to be no good anymore. Until I go right in the garbage.

And he gives me a choice, option A or B?

I cry, say Daddy, please. The first, one. I promise to be good. I promise I’ll do whatever you want. Daddy please don’t put me down there. I don’t wanna be thrown out.

You tell me to open my mouth.

I do, without hesitation.

You spit in my mouth, a thick gob that makes me flinch, but only a little.

You tell me to swallow.

I do that too. There’s a growing part of me that wants to swallow whatever you give me.

You tell me to say thank you.

I do. Thank you, Daddy.

Then you call me good girl, which I really like.

You let go of my hair, and wrap your arms around me. I cling to you like I don’t want to let go.

You dress me in pigtails and a skimpy, sheer shirt. A plug goes in my butt, which I don’t whine about at all.

You tell me some time you’ll get me some nice, new clothes. Pretty bras and panties. Maybe some nice socks, I bet your feet are cold.

And eventually, its past a desperate need for survival and affection.

I actually love you.

And I wouldn’t want life to be any other way.

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ozymandemias · 4 years

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My hard election

Voted Green like a little bitch. Thanks Corbyn!

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ozymandemias · 4 years

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My struggle

First world problems but bossing a threesome with two subs into humiliation is exhausting. #atmyage #icrievrytiem 😢

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ozymandemias · 4 years

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I like to show off that I’m worthless.

This cute feminist top brought from H&M which I defaced to show the true me underneath the smoke and the mirrors of the media today.

Long live patriarchy 🙌🏼

Hope you like 💋

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ozymandemias · 5 years

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I notice that smut is back on Tumblr and I wonder if they are not policing it too rigorously? These people.

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ozymandemias · 5 years

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Niche, please

I am about to embark on an affiliate marketing journey with two niches - veganism and BDSM equipment.Two different domains of course but maybe I should combine them?

#Vegan govegan #LenaDunham LenaDunhamIsADirtyDogKiller ArchitectOfTheDogHolocaust animalcruelty

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ozymandemias · 5 years

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There was literally no way anyone could have foreseen this.

#wellness inspo thinspo blessed :tv::moyai: tv tvshow tvshowaddict instamood thinspiration FionaApple FionaAppleKillsDogs LenaDunham LenaDunh

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ozymandemias · 5 years

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Hey, come catch me on IG!!!!????!! Nothing but shitposting and libellous Lena Dunham slurs.

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ozymandemias · 5 years