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nuka-rockit · 8 months
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you know what really sucks about this Website Improvement (TM) tumblr has been doing lately? there are so many funny posts out there whose punchlines DEPEND on you being able to see the URL. to name a more known one, the url of one-time-i-dreamt posts is usually crucial to the joke. they just removed a whole layer of context for no practical reason. and now that urls are just removed from the posts some jokes straight up don't work anymore. a picture of a pinapple in itself is unremarkable, but a picture of a pineapple with were-ralph attached to it is a completely different story. there's lore there
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featherlessredheads · 19 days
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Hey so uhhhh serious post. Please read.
To everyone who's been following @borg-collective, aka Marc, please unfollow/block/report him. Back in September I blocked him on all platforms because of weird, creepy & (though non-threatening) stalker behaviour on Tumblr, Instagram and even in real life. Didn't want to make a big deal about it, so I blocked him and left it at that. Yesterday however, I found out that apparently he's been impersonating me on Tumblr for the past two months through @deadrock-n-rollsociety - which is my old URL that I used for years. I'm super creeped out, so please help me by getting this guy off Tumblr.
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Read under the cut for explanation & proof.
How is Marc impersonating me?
He took my old URL, deadrock-n-rollsociety (screenshot 1)
He recreated my current header that features 2 (Nord) keyboards (compare screenshot 2 to my header)
He's been reblogging the exact same posts I have, usually a day later, through the same users that I reblogged it from. Until yesterday it was never directly from my own blog, just from my mutuals. (screenshot 3)
He's been blogging about my interests (specific musical artists/bands, playing piano, the 2 movies I based my old URL on (Dead Poets Society & Almost Famous), etc.)
Blogging about the same stuff shouldn't be sus per se, but all these things combined make it very clear to me and my friends that he's targeting me. Also, not really related to me I guess, but what the hell is that profile picture? Slightly feels like a threat. (screenshot 4)
How do I know it's Marc?
Gut feeling. I know that's no hard evidence, but I don't know anyone else who would do this and I haven't had anyone else that has been showing stalker behaviour towards me except for him.
From around May - September 2023 he based most of his reblogs on borg-collective on my specific interests, followed all the same (local) bands on Instagram that I follow, basically based his whole personality on me, started showing up at my gigs unannounced. Would make sense if he's doing it again this time.
He used the tag "#pretty moots" on both this impersonator blog and his main blog (screenshot 5 & 6)
He's been reblogging some of the same posts on both @deadrock-n-rollsociety and @borg-collective, both through the same source. (screenshot 7 & 8)
This guy is in his 30's, impersonating a random girl he met on Tumblr a year ago. If that's not sad I don't know what is. Luckily it's still not really anything directly threatening, but I'm so tired of this guy not being able to leave me alone. I don't understand what his game or goal is here, but the whole situation is making me feel SUPER uncomfortable. So please help me out by getting this guy off Tumblr.
If you want to know more or have any questions, please DM me.
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revenantlore · 1 month
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from neon bloodlust, finally we meet devi, genderfluid conspiracy theorist android extraordinaire
He announces his presence with a quick, “Devi? It’s me.”
“It’s me, who?”
Detroit’s not sure where the voice is coming from. Nowhere and everywhere all at once, ricocheting about the room like a rubber ball.
“Detroit.”
“Is it, though?”
Here is where Vex would groan and say he’s over it. Detroit has more patience than him, though, so he steps further into the office. Over loose wires and discs and a power supply he’s not sure what belongs to or why. Past a solo white bunny slipper, a rainbow feather boa tangled around an old-fashioned vacuum, and then, hanging from the ceiling, Devi’s head whips around to stare at him.
Rose gold eyes and metallic silver hair that never stays down, always a mess of spikes and disarray. A suspicious gleam in her eyes. “Well. Are you going. To prove it to me?”
Her words, or maybe today Devi is identifying as him—Detroit’s never sure until she clarifies for him, so he just assumes based off their last interaction—are fragmented, disjointed pieces to an incomplete puzzle, much like Devi herself.
“If you come down from the ceiling, I’d like to discuss with you my problems with Vex.”
Her eyes light up, a literal flash of color. “Vex problems. It is you.” She untangles her legs from the exposed support beam, drops to the pink shag rug with a soft huff. A bare foot strikes the floor alongside the twin of the slipper Detroit spotted earlier.
Detroit nods, slow and distracted. Glances upward in wonder. “Devi … Where’d the ceiling go?”
“Got rid of it. How else. Will I know if there are ninjas in the crawlspace.” Her eyes widen, a hand rising to palm over her mouth, muffling her words. “Or worse yet … raccoons.”
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aesnawan · 4 months
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Hey friends, does anyone have a good book recommendation? I’m looking for a comfy read to start the year! Happy with sci-fi, fantasy, romance, anything really
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edwardteachs · 30 days
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trans day of fuck!!!!!!! shit fuck damn [he/she]
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gravesaint · 1 year
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for whatever reason ive seen an uptick in people lately bemoaning their nostalgia of h*rry p*tter and talking about how the series has been such a big part of their lives, and how they’re now having to reckon with a major part of their personhood being tainted because of jkr and..
you guys realize you’re not the victims here, right? you losing your precious childhood property is never going to be comparable to the damages jkr has done to the lives of real trans people, jewish people, poc, and everyone else her violent rhetoric has targeted
I don’t care how much of your life you’ve spent building fan sites, crafting fan content, and organizing meet-ups. you need to grow up and give a shit about the people who have actually been affected by that cunt for as long as the series has been around
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psychotrenny · 4 months
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I'm like a girlfriend you allowed to cheat on
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byclairs · 7 months
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some days you have to listen to nothing but the hsm soundtrack and that’s alright
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applecrumbledore · 17 days
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a heads up that I am repurposing this as a multi-fandom blog, not so much for reblogs but just sharing fic! thank youuu
roni ✍️ applecrumbledore on AO3
💬 send me an ask! happy to chat. past asks here
💭 thinkin about: the bear (tag), true detective, house md
📝🫡 writing/fic talk tag
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starwolf53 · 2 years
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I like dinosaurs a completely normal amount (<- lying)
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beechersnope · 11 months
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Welcome to My Island - Excerpt 1
I was going to wait until I finished this fic before posting any of it, but I accidentally made it like 90,000+ words so here is some of the first portion. This is super whimsical and self-indulgent, but above all: porny. Enjoy.
George/Max, girl!Max, public masturbation in a truth-or-dare-esque scenario, ~700 words
“So what,” Charles suddenly interjects. “You jerk off to the idea of getting P1?”
“Doesn’t have to be P1,” George replies without meeting his eyes. It’s not Charles’s turn, which means George doesn’t technically have to answer, but George can feel Max’s eyes boring into him, expectant, and he feels compelled to challenge Charles’s assumption even though the truth is infinitely more embarrassing than letting the misconception stand. “We just both have to finish.”
“With you on top,” Daniel adds with a smirk, evoking giggles from both Heidi and Charlotte.
Max doesn’t laugh, and when George finally glances over at her, she’s staring at him with a concerned expression—the sort that you might turn on someone whose face is literally melting. Fair enough, he thinks. That’s about how it feels with all the blood in his body rushing unbidden to his cheeks and ears, flushing him hot and cold all at the same time.
Thankfully, Charlotte transitions smoothly into her turn without any prompting. “Daniel,” she says quickly, clearly having already put some thought into her question while the rest of them went around. “Fuck, marry, kill: Toto, Christian, Mattia.”
Daniel scoffs loudly. “Fuck Toto, marry Christian, kill Mattia,” he replies almost instantly. “Easy.” He glances over at Charles and gives a faux-apologetic smile. “Sorry, mate.”
“There’s no need to apologize to me,” Charles replies with a laugh. “I would pick the same.”
He clears his throat and sits up a little straighter as the laugh fades, his eyes scanning the others with an uncharacteristic seriousness.
“My turn, then?” he says, waiting for Daniel’s nod of affirmation before alighting on Max. She sighs long-sufferingly but with a smile. “How many people have you slept with?” Charles asks with an answering grin.
The smile on Max’s face immediately fades. “I—well…”
“If you don’t want to answer, you can always take the hard way out,” Daniel reminds her with a smirk.
Max bites down on her lip until it goes white from the pressure. A few seconds go by as she deliberates, and then finally, she slips down into the water and turns to face the hot tub jet.
“Make sure she doesn’t cheat,” Daniel instructs George, who has absolutely no intention of following through.
George can barely look at her now, unable to see much more than the flex of her arm and shoulder as she maneuvers into a suitable position on her knees. It’s harder for her than it had been for Daniel—usually the girls hook their legs over the side to get the right angle, but George would rather throw himself off the cliff and into the ocean than suggest Max do that.
“I don’t cheat,” Max retorts, tossing a glare over her shoulder in Daniel’s direction.
To her credit, there’s no need for George to make sure of anything. It’s painfully obvious as soon as the stream of water makes contact with Max’s clit through her swimsuit.
Her fingers clench hard enough around the lip of the deck that George wouldn’t be surprised if she somehow managed to crack right through the tile, and her breathing abruptly goes ragged as she violently trembles and shakes.
George stares at her with his mouth hanging open. He can feel the blood rushing from his cheeks to his dick so fast it hurts, and he’s already half-hard in his swim trunks by the time Max stops coming.
“Fuck,” Daniel comments in an awe-struck voice as Max peels herself away from the jet and curls into the fetal position on the bench, still evidently trying to catch her breath. She doesn’t meet his, or anyone else’s, eyes. “Well, that was fucking—something.” He turns to George without warning. “Does she always have a hair-trigger?”
“Not your turn,” George responds automatically. His brain is still mush. He can’t think, let alone navigate the treacherous waters of Daniel poking and prodding at the nature of his relationship with Max.
“It actually is his turn,” Charles points out. “Technically.”
Daniel aims the full force of his smugness at George. “So?”
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bestbluebouquet · 2 months
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didnt think i would have to make this post but in case you didnt know, if we are rivals and have just completed a duel and you won and i look up at you bruised and bloody and say "I'm going to kill you, you know. one day" the correct response is to smile, with something almost resembling affection, and say "I look forward to it" before walking away. the incorrect response is to stab me while im down in an attempt to kill me because a. rude, b. didnt fucking work anyway so you look real silly right now, and c. now my quest to find you and defeat you is going to be tainted by a sour hatred and need for vengeance that will overtake my very being and corrupt me into a shadow of the man i was before, instead of a fun flirty mutual respect. asshole.
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cryptic-rainfall · 3 months
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I just installed krita on my new pc as a bit of an impulse (firealpaca doesn't have an official linux install so I need to set my sights to other options), and I literally spent the last 20 min going "oooooh" and "ahhhh" and "wowwww" out loud going through and trying out the preset brushes. what a wonderful experience!
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akagamiko · 3 months
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ahmya looks down at the cuffs on hand, before furrowing her brows, " ... " she says nothing, before grabbing his wrist and handcuffing him to the bedpost.
" .. now look at you, looking stupid. of course i can handcuff you, i just had to be a little creative, " she grins before leaning down and pressing a kiss to his lips.
[ unprompted dash comm. / @sozokami ]
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His eyes lift, following her movement as she cuffs him to the bedpost and Shanks offers her his best dopey grin, eyes glazed with amusement.
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“Oh, 'm thrilled to look stupid for you.” He leans into her kiss as best he can given his predicament and raises his eyebrows at her suggestively. “Bet I can do it again if you play your cards right.”
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toadsong · 2 years
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YEEHAW, BABEY! Come check me out on AF!
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modwyr · 1 year
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gravel
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