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nuravity · 2 years

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"Don't worry," Izuku said with a smile, "Hatsune came up with a solution. Very soon, Japan will be free from the Baku's influence. Iida came with a ray gun that's spreading the vaccine as we speak."

The Baku robots who were still intact seemed more desperate than usual. It was almost as if the robots were chasing them and running away at the same time. Soon, some Toy robots caught up to them and touched a few of them, making them convert into Toy robots themselves. This made some of the other Baku robots to run faster, only to trip and suffer the same fate.

"No!" the leader Baku robot screamed, "I can't lose like this!! Not again!! This world was mine!! I had full control!! How could I be losing it so quickly!!"

Eventually, all but the leader was purged. In an ironic turn of events, the being who spread fear all over the world was experiencing fear himself as the vaccinated Toy robots surrounded the leader.

"No...!! Stay back...!! I'm warning you...!!"

The Toy robots just slowly got closer. They knew he couldn't escape, and they knew he couldn't fight back. All it took was one touch from them, and this robot would become one of them and could no longer harm this world.

"Don't you know who I am...?! I am the Baku!! I will haunt all the nightmares of the world!! You can't stop me!! I... I always come back!!"

His threats were fruitless. It was clear he was testified and knew deap down this was the end for him.

"Oh, Mr. Baku..." another familiar voice came out of the Toy robot in front that looked like a cat.

"H... Hikari...?" the lead Baku robot said in shock.

"Not quite," said the Toy Cat, "Like how you are a computer virus given the Baku's form, I am an antivirus given Hikari's form. It's quite sad. Even when you have no way out, you act all high and mighty instead of ask for forgiveness and change your ways. Even though you're responsible for the death of the real Hikari, she hoped that you'd turn from your evil ways. Even though I feel the same way, I was also created to eliminate the threat of the Baku Virus... And you're clearly still a threat."

Despite holding the Baku robots hand in a tender way, as if saying "I'm sorry," the Baku robot leader suffuered the most out of all the Baku robots as it was being purged from the robot body. He resisted as best he could, but eventually, he too feel apart and was replaced with a Toy robot. Soon, some of the Toy robots, including the Toy Cat Hikari was speaking through, began to followed Izuku as he continued to take Ochako back to U.A.

"We will protect you as you go back the safe haven," Hikari said, "None of the Baku robots can harm you while we're around. My sensors indicate that my vaccinated Toy robots have already outnumbered the Baku robots in the city. Aunty Mei's idea is a success."

Izuku chuckled at the fact that an antivirus A.I. calls Mei Hatsune "Aunty Mei."

"Yeah... It was," Izuku said.

What Hikari said was true. The Baku robots couldn't harm them while her Toy Robots were near them. In fact, the Baku robots ran away at the sight of the Toy robots. Hikari usually only needs to send one after them to purge the Baku Virus out of the robots and converting them into Toy robots themselves. Due to this, Izuku didn't need to run anymore. He still walked fast, since he wanted to help Uraraka recover as soon as possible, but he didn't have to waste energy running away since they weren't in any danger anymore thanks to Hikari.

"We're almost there," Hikari said, "I have a Nurse Toy Bear assist Recovery Girl. They'll help Uraraka get better."

Izuku nodded.

"Thank you, Hikari," he said, "You've been a big help to us."

"You're quite welcome," Hakari answered, "Be sure to thank Big Brother, Uncle Bakugou, Uncle Iida, and Aunty Mei as well, okay? Without them, I wouldn't exist to help you."

Izuku chuckled again. Looks like Kat-chan wasn't excluded from the aunt and uncle treatment.

...

Inside U.A., Izuku took Uraraka to Recovery Girl. Just like Hikari said, a Toy Bear robot dressed like a doctor was assisting Recovery Girl.

"Now, let's get you fixed up," Recovery Girl told Ochako, "Tell me where it hurts the most, and I'll use my quirk to heal you the best I can."

"She did?" Ochako asked in surprise and shock before glancing around again. Hikari wasn't anywhere to be seen but what she did see was that indeed. the viruses slowly being cornered by Toy robots.

The leader was obviously panicked as the other viruses were being purged and converted to more Toy robots. But one robot got his attention - one that looked like a cat. And apparently, the cat robot was Hikari herself! And after a heartfelt but ultimately, fruitless conversation, the leader was also purged.

That's when Ochako let out a sigh of relief. "It's finally over!"

And for extra safety measures, Hikari and the purged virus followed Ochako and Deku back to UA and it was reassuring to hear that eventually, all robots would be purged and that UA itself was already safe from the virus.

After Hikari mentioned Mei's invention to be a success and Deku chuckling at her calling Mei Auntie, Ochako spoke up. "Thank you, Hikari. Without you...I don't think I would've made it and defeated the virus."

Deku also thanked her and it wasn't long until Ochako found herself in front of Recovery Girl and a toy bear assisting her.

"I'm mostly okay. Just my head feels heavy a little," Ochako admitted after she asked her where it hurt the most, holding it for a moment.

#anon #answered ask #tumblr desktop is worse than the app #so no icon #also Kat-chan lol

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jasontoddiefor · 9 months

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Since the app users had opinions on my dashboard poll.

#polls #tumblr #dashboard

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greatrunner · 9 months

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So, I'm on Redfin trying to get a feel for the housing market and what kind of house I might get once I have the money for it, and there's a pop-up that will not close. It's got this little QR code and right next to that is "download the app so you can have new houses at your fingertips!" I think I'm clicking on the X for a minute before it finally disappears.

One thing about the constant push towards "download the app" is just how little control you have over an .exe program on your mobile phone.

You can't block ads, you can't stop trackers, and you can't alter the appearance of the site via the app. You're at the mercy of the company whereas on a desktop, which has similar issues (esp with the monopoly that Microsoft has on non-Apple PCs), a lot of those problems can be at least mitigated or minimized with browser extensions or .exe programs on your desktop.

Twitter, Reddit, YouTube, Tumblr, Instagram, and Facebook are a quagmire of privacy violations, particularly through ads, and their want to push you towards using their less-than-stellar apps says more about how much the companies dislike how much control the user can exert through their choice-of-browser with extensions. Extensions created by people who want a basic user experience and not one controlled by algorithms.

Fandom, formerly Wikia, continues to push the narrative that "we have more mobile users than desktop users!" to justify making the website, already bogged down and redesigned with invasive advertisements in mind, worse and worse.

And they know they can get away with it because, at the moment, it costs money to escape that void and create an Independent Wiki. There is no Paizo-type non-profit platform where people tired of Fandom (dot com)'s shit can migrate away from them, and vibe as a fan-run Wikipedia. (And when there was one, it got consumed by the Fandom monopoly.)

I wouldn't be surprised if the push towards "download the app" was just the start of retiring desktop computers (among consumers) in the same way Video on Demand (digital downloads and purchases), and the practical death of Special Features (BTS Documentaries, and Audio Commentary), has become another tool for minimizing the necessity of physical media like DVDs and CDs.

None of this was at the request of the consumer, but damn if corporations and companies don't want people to accept that as the true narrative.

#technology #computers #cell phones #greatrunners meta #media manipulation

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divineprank · 6 months

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OKAY. NOW THAT I GOT MY SANCTIMONIOUS FINGER-WAGGING OUT OF THE WAY....

...Kinda!

I had to take a break, and sure enough, the day I WANTED to come back, the computer I use to write with fucking fried. So a friend and I tried our best to troubleshoot it. We thought the problem was the power supply unit failing, but uh, nope! Turns out my entire motherboard just went kablooey! This is perfect timing, as I just bought a fucking car and I lost the job I had. I built the fried computer seven years ago and today, I learned that the motherboard's chipset is no longer being manufactured. So that means I have two options: either start building a new PC altogether or take a gamble on a used, but compatible motherboard.

If I don't have a computer then how am I back? Am I RPing using Tumblr mobile? GOD NO. I hate navigating that app, trying to get it to do anything other than lag, destroy the aspect ratio of your icons, and demolish the formatting of your posts is just like pulling teeth...Except it's worse than pulling teeth because at least at the dentist, you can opt to get high on nitrous oxide when getting that kind of work done. PLUS UH, I don't technically have a phone. I busted mine a while back and am currently borrowing my mom's. Just another thing to spend money I don't have on. 8')

I am currently using a hand-me-down laptop that I obtained as a gift for building a new desktop computer for my dad early this year. The thing is around... 15 years old a this point, and despite how hard I tried to fix this thing, it freezes regularly, overheats and the fans constantly and the CPU just CHUGS. So far I've been able to get by doing very simple work on it and that's going to be the case for the time being.

SO...

Thanks to the limitations I am currently facing, I will be unable to use icons in my RP threads for the time being. They're saved onto the fried desktop computer and I have no way of accessing them currently. It's not a huge loss because I'm not thrilled with my icons but I know some people like to use them, so I apologize for the lack of etiquette there, haha.

Since this laptop suffers like hell doing anything even slightly taxing, I will not be picking up old RPs right now. Most of them are multiple reblogs in and are novel-length, which is typically how I prefer to write. I just know that if i try to open those threads in my drafts and make any changes to them, the browser will freeze and crash. So for the time being, I will just start new, smaller threads rather than try to work on anything I have saved currently.

I AM NOT DROPPING OUR THREADS. I VERY MUCH INTEND TO CONTINUE THEM AND RESPOND TO OUR RPS WHEN I AM ABLE TO GET MY HANDS ON A DEVICE THAT WON'T CRASH WHEN WRITING LARGER POSTS!!!

So, just to reiterate: I will be keeping everything saved and I will NOT be working on any our old RP threads due to the limitations of the 15 year old laptop that I'm currently running. For the time being, I WILL ONLY be writing and participating in new, small RPs. Thank you so much for your understanding. If you have any questions, feel free to send 'em my way!.. And as always, Gan's askbox is open! <3

#out of time. :: [out of character]#the legend of zelda rp #legend of zelda rp #zelda rp #loz rp #tloz rp #Ganondorf rp

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lachryphage · 10 months

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anyway I have to cut further back on my tungle usage

so about a month ago now tumblr deleted my decade-old nsfw blog and it fucking crushed me. I vowed to stop using tumblr because like FUCK YOU but obviously I came crawling back like the pathetic little shit they've trained me to be. basically the only behavioral change I've made is ceasing posting personal stuff

but that isn't enough

every time I pass an ad scrolling through the mobile app I'm earning them ad revenue, I'm supporting this shitty traitorous website.

and let's call it what it IS. they are traitorous. they're actively hostile towards their loyal userbase and frankly it's getting out of hand

TUMBLR WILL NEVER GO BACK TO THE WAY IT WAS THIS SHIT IS GOING TO GET WORSE AND WORSE

so from now on I'll only be using the desktop site because I have ad block. that will also significantly reduce my usage because it's a hell of a lot more inconvenient, also this place looks like SHIT now lol

I'll also be using that limited time to check up on mutuals first then favorite blogs, then MAYBE my general dash

but it's time to move on.

I'm pretty active on pillowfort, been posting a lot more personal stuff than I actually used to, less rambling thoughts and more photos of hobbies and art and such. if you wanna know what it's like over there just shoot me a message or even ask for an invite key. it's definitely different than tumblr in a way that not everyone is going to like, but at least over there I don't have to worry about my shit getting censored or deleted. idk man, I say just give it a chance -- what have you got to lose?

#personal shit #wow this place sucks more and more every day #definitely already missing it but I'm so done I'm so tired #pillowfort

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sebfreak · 10 months

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I really thought yesterday was a fever dream but sadly no. Tumblr did really change their layout in this ugly piece of sh.... in this stupid thing that nobody wanted because I didn´t see a single tiny user who said: "Oh tumblrs layout is shit, I´m only used to twitter, so I demand that tumblr is like that."

Why? Just why? There are so many other things you can works on. F.e. your support. XDD After five mails I don´t have my energy to explain again and again what my problem is only to get the same answer: "Restart your router, delete your cash from the app (uhm yeah nice but I use tumblr mostly on my desktop)"

Oh it´s so annoying. Also don´t do this stupid games. What´s up with these "Following, mutal..." buttons on my followers, following people or in general users. Didn´t you think that it can pressure people? I can only speak for myself but I´m a person who sometimes unfollows people quiet and do not wanna talk about it but now people can see it and this is so unpleasant. Because it supports drama. Give us a possibility to deactivate it.

Also, I already said it to you in mails: Work on this stupid tag bug. You have a specific name for it, SO YOU KNOW THE PROBLEM!!! It can´t be that people who are years and years on this site have this tag problem over and over again where they post something and you can´t see it for hours in the tags.

Then there are these ask bugs. When I started with tumblr it was a funny joke that sometimes an ask was eaten, but after these many years (it´s a decade) we can demand that you have finally fixed it. But you didn´t, instead we get so many playful things ... for what?

Oh another thing: it´s so nice that you tried to explain why the new editor is better but it is clumsy. At one point it is really hooky, so I don´t know what you have tested all these months but this editor has serious problem and is way worse than the old editor. In the old one I could upload 4 and more gifs at once and easily move them around, now I feel like I am wasting my time when I upload every single gif for itself and move it. Also, I don´t wanna ignore the fact that the quality on every gif is downgraded but people already explained that in long and very good texts.

Then there is the thing that you always try to explain to us that all these new feature are good for us. Like... are you not seeing the opinions of all the users on this site? I can totally understand when people say, that they are feel ignored because it´s true. You have a feature and you play with your words and say: "Oh you wanted to have it, here look this is amazing." Because you are so proud of your ideas that you forget that people were happy with the old tumblr. Nobody asked for live streams (i don´t have it because silly me lives in europe but I´m scared that i will get it at one point and i feel so sorry for all the ones who have it).

Yesterday I saw a little snippet of a text in which you explained that tumblr is too difficult to use? Like the fuck? Tumblr is so easy you have literally a whole tutorial in which you explain the basics, did you forget that? Or are you suggesting that people do not read anymore?

My head is empty now but I know that there are a lot more problems I didn´t name. (@staff)

Oh btw if you don´t know what I wanted to say with this post, then I´ll just say it in simple words now: start listening to your users.

#tumblr #staff #tumblr staff #personal #kinda too because i´m ranting here

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lucidasidera · 2 years

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Community Labels are a hot mess.

What’s worse is that we were all automatically opted in. What’s worse than THAT is that there’s an extra, separate step that hides all mature content from the IOS app unless you deselect it manually.

And the kicker? You can’t change ANY of this from the IOS app settings, you need to be at a desktop.

Some of us are actually grownups fully capable of choosing to see mature content, tumblr. Way to make it challenging af.

I do not look forward to all the “community” tagging the mods will do under the usual “I’ll know it when I see it!” standard for mature content. 🙄

#tumblr #let the matures mature in peace please #community tags #are a stupid idea

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creativebrainrot · 6 months

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im one of the lucky people who has an old as shit mobile device that cant receive the new mobile update but regardless we need to be loud and annoying about how much none of us wanted this fucking update.

its actively hostile to users with vision disabilities and sensitivities. Its unintuitive, ugly, feels bad to use, and this is a valid complaint we should be voicing: it ruined the years of familiarity and muscle memory we all have with that app. it wasn't broken. it worked great. i love discord, they need to fucking roll this back. bite the bullet and accept that your users fucking despise this just like we despised the stupid ai chatbot.

This update is hostile to the user, feels awful to use, the new ui is confusing and much much worse than the previous layout. Using the app used to be convenient and easy but its been turned into a bootleg facebook messenger, and i don't know about you but i do not wanna use fucking facebook messenger. let alone a bootleg version of that piece of shit.

We have got to be loud and annoying about how much we hate this or else they might think they can ruin the desktop version in the future and get away with it.

Leave reviews on discord voicing how much you don't like this update. Cancel your nitro subscriptions. Yell on tumblr, on twitter, on bluesky, anywhere you have an account that you hate this and its a hell of a downgrade.

The new ""midnight"" mode is ugly as all hell and actively WORSE for those with vision impairments who benefitted from the classic dark mode. The new UI is a massive downgrade, unwanted by the users, unintuitive to use, inconvenient, and most of all, again, an unwarranted downgrade.

Heres a post on how to downgrade to before this new layout for Android devices.

#discord #just my two cents #im not experiencing the update yet but god i dont want that piece of shit on my next phone #creativelyrottedmind #rotthoughts

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soleilnomoon · 2 years

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Hello there. New follower here... I just saw your Law fic for your 555 milestone event and it was amazing. The next work of yours I read was also amazing. Your writing is superb and I can't wait to read your other works.

I wanted to congratulate you on 555+ followers, so, congrats! The event you put together looks like a lot of fun; I would like to make a request for it, but when I click on the rules link it brings me to your home page, so apologies if I'm doing it wrong. Call me out if I've done something incorrectly.

Could I please order a parfait, lollipop, and glazed donut with caramel and Poppy seeds with either Trafalgar Law or Suguru Geto (idk if you write for the latter, but either one is great). Thank you kindly for considering and congrats again :)

hi & welcome! ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა ꕤ i'm rly happy you enjoy my work, i'm always striving to write immersive pieces for everyone to engage with! i chose geto for this one, since i haven't written a fic for him yet, so i hope i did him justice 😊 thanks so much for requesting 💛 also i meant to say this like last week, but thank you for letting me know about my rules link. i'm such an old-school tumblr user, i forget most ppl use the app so those links work best on desktop but i fixed everything now (i think lmao) but no you're fine! i had so much fun writing this.

3.3k words (i know, i got carried away), fem reader, smut + hurt/comfort, nsfw, 18+, mdni; reader has an established friendship w. geto (through gojo, ofc); very angsty, idk what came over me but that's the life of a writer yk; there's fluff if you ignore all the angst and drama in the beginning; reader is feisty but geto is in2 it; feat. a bit of blood (not too much), brief mention of masturbation, a crummy ex-bf, alcohol, and balcony sex -- gojo sort of makes an appearance but not really.

“you are terrifying and strange and beautiful, someone not everyone knows how to love.” — warsan shire

a small vinyl record player sits in the back corner of your living room, a melancholic song on repeat, permeating the air, suffocating you to no end. the record keeps skipping, but you can’t be bothered to change it. crushed rose petals sit in the palm of your hand, your fist still clenched tightly, your nails tearing through the petals, a musky, sweet scent wafting in the air — but you don’t think about any of that. you’d torn at the roses as soon as you got inside of your apartment; your left hand is cut from the thorns, the blood dried, the wound barely noticeable, while your right ripped the rose off each stem. fury sits in the pit of your stomach, bubbling menacingly as you continue to stare at the deep wine stain on the fluffy white rug in your living room.

a bottle of wine lays next to your feet, cold and solitary — like me, you tell yourself bitterly; you’ve yet to pick it up, fearing you’ll cause more damage by throwing it at the wall and knocking off the picture frames that hang neatly. you clench your teeth so hard your jaw aches, but you don’t feel it — how can you, when just hours prior you were told, very publicly, that you’re an insensitive, unfeeling, bitch.

your throat is raw from how much you yelled after that, your eyes sting from unshed tears — if you cry, he wins; if you cry, you’ll come off as weak; if you cry, then it means you cared more than you said you did. you made sure to laugh in his face loudly, to strategically flip your blown out hair over your shoulder, to smirk at his date before stealing a chocolate covered strawberry off her plate — fiancée, you remind yourself for the tenth time — before strutting off.

each step you took hurt more than the last, but you walked with confidence, your head held high, and took a cab back home. the roses were a gift from an admirer — the anonymous kind, someone who clearly knows you but you don’t know them. you feel bad for destroying them, feel bad for knocking over the wine after having a few glasses, and feel bad that you’re sitting alone, filled with emptiness and regret.

you grab your phone and call gojo satoru — a good friend with bad timing and even worse tact — it rings for a long time before going to voicemail; his voice is saccharine, annoyingly coy, and overall obnoxious. for some reason, it pisses you off. your anger comes to a boiling point and you lash out.

“first of all, you’re the absolute worst,” you say loudly, the words like ash on your tongue, guilt plaguing you as you glance around the room, eying the picture frames and various trinkets you collected with him over the year. you know it’s not gojo’s fault, he was looking out for you — he kept telling you to open your eyes, you just didn’t want to listen. you didn’t want to acknowledge that your boyfriend — now, ex-boyfriend — was cheating; but that’s not the story, now, is it?

he swore to you that you were his one and only, pledged his love more times than you could count, only to find out that you were actually the other woman in this equation — mistress, really — and you had no fucking idea. the truth sits in your chest, expands and then clamps tightly around your rib cage making it hard to breathe.

“you were right, satoru. so damn right, i’m so stupid, god.” you hang up after that, toss your phone onto the coffee table and stand up to stretch your legs. the rose petals fall from your hand and you sigh loudly, eyes glancing around at the mess you’ve made.

your heels lay abandoned by the front door and as you walk over to pick them up, the doorbell rings — loudly. a sigh coasts out of your mouth, and you call out, “i’m coming, damn!” because whoever’s at the door keeps ringing the damn bell. you forgot to lock the door earlier, so you yank it open, a scowl on your face, ready to curse whoever is interrupting your saturday night pityfest. when you realize who the stranger is, surprise takes hold of your face.

“suguru?” you blink, and blink, and blink. “what are you doing here?” any residual anger you have slowly seeps out of you in his presence. you’re not sure why, but he’s always had such a calming effect on you — something gojo likes to jokingly say is just the universe bringing two halves of a soul back together — you grip the door handle tightly, the memory of that conversation knocking into your chest repeatedly, a warmth spreading that you desperately try to snuff out.

“the one and only,” he says lightly, lips tilting upward in a slow, knowing smile. “you seem…,” he glances down at your left hand, notices the dried blood and frowns at the sight. “you need to clean that properly.” you open your mouth to tell him that it’s fine, that you’ll deal with it later, but geto is already making his way inside your apartment so you simply close the door behind him and lock it afterward.

you’re not sure why he rang the doorbell when both he and gojo have keys — in case of emergencies, gojo had said with a mischievous grin, twirling the key ring around his finger after he made the copies; you reluctantly let it slide, and while gojo tends to misuse the key, geto doesn’t — but you don’t question it. you rarely do when it comes to him. “it’s fine, really.” you’re the opposite of fine, but you do your best to put a brave face on, following after geto with light steps. “i’m capable of cleaning a tiny cut,” you huff when he ignores your words, moving swiftly into the bathroom as he rustles around the cabinet for your first aid kit.

“i’m well aware of your capabilities,” he glances over his shoulder at you before grabbing the small kit, “but everyone needs help every so often, right?” he doesn’t wait for you to answer, instead he motions for you to have a seat on the bathroom counter. you narrow your eyes but your night already spiraled hours ago, so you don’t see the harm in obliging him. geto takes a step back to give you room but crowds your space as soon as you hop on the counter. again, you realize, you can’t breathe; your face heats up and you swallow back a retort, unable to string words together properly as you shift to make yourself more comfortable.

geto is as unbothered as always, leaning forward to study you for a minute, dark eyes locked onto yours — expansive, startlingly clear despite, yet still elusive; you find yourself falling into them, drowning in its depths, perpetually shrouded in mystery — before blinking and releasing his invisible hold on you. inhaling deeply, you close your eyes and try to will your heart to stop beating so damn fast.

it’s not healthy, the way you easily allow him into your space, how quickly you’ve forgotten all your misfortunes; when his lips ghost along the curve of your ear, a shiver falls onto your spine, rippling and causing you to swallow hard. geto’s voice comes out softly, but his words ring in your ears loud enough to sober you up completely, stoking a small fire that you keep hidden deep inside of you, an infuriating ache traveling through you. “good girl, now let me see that hand.” he grins as you stumble over your words, fingers gently holding your hand as he checks for anything out of the ordinary. “care to explain?” he opens the kit and grabs an antiseptic wipe to clean off the blood.

your silence speaks volumes, but geto is patient, allowing you the space to speak your truth freely. you barely feel the sting when he presses down a little harder than necessary, but your lips part and words spill out of your mouth without restriction. “i…” you try your best to remember why exactly you grabbed the roses by the stem like that, “i was pissed off and the roses were right there.” geto clicks his tongue at you but doesn’t offer any scathing or chastising remarks.

“they were from satoru, actually,” he says while cleaning your wound; he’s gotten the blood off and brings your hand to the sink and holds it under running water. “he might be a little sad to know you destroyed them.” although, geto’s smile says otherwise; it’s hilarious to him. he told gojo not to get you the roses, but his best friend is wont to do as he pleases whenever his whims pass over him; gojo insisted that roses would make you feel better, but he knew if he signed the card, you’d throw them out immediately.

he was right.

“oh,” you look down at your hand, the one that ripped the petals to shreds, “not a big deal then.” your callous remark has geto’s shoulders shaking as he attempts to hold back a laugh; you eye him warily, but your lips twitch and you find yourself laughing right with him. it feels nice — freeing, even — and as he dries off your hand, you watch him work with precise, yet graceful movements. he handles you delicately, as if you’re too fragile for someone like him to touch, but you want to tell him that you can handle whatever it is he throws your way. the words die on your tongue, you swallow back your courage and allow cowardice to take over.

it only takes a few minutes, but he’s carefully applied ointment to your wound before wrapping it. you look at his handiwork, smiling to yourself as he washes his hands. “thanks.” your voice is quieter than usual, which has geto glancing at you out of the corner of his eyes. “i mean it, thank you.” his sudden presence was a welcomed sight.

“you’re welcome,” he takes a step back to really look at you, “satoru told me about…well, you know, so i came to check on you.” which was mostly the truth; he also just needed to see for himself if you were actually trying to get over your ex, or if you were going to go back to him just like you’ve done in the past.

“are you leaving already?” your question startles him and he does his best not to look too surprised.

“do you want me to?”

balling your hands into fists, you decide to take the plunge — to say the one thing you’ve been meaning to say since he stepped foot into your apartment. with a shake of your head, you look up at him, voice steady as you answer him. “no. stay.”

after ordering takeout and opening yet another bottle of wine, you both eat and drink your fill, laughing at various things — bad jokes, the terrible stain on your rug, the voicemail you left on gojo’s phone — and given how cool the weather was, you tug on his hand and lead him out to your balcony. you tell him the gritty truth — about how your ex tricked you, about how you caught him at your favorite restaurant, about how you knew something was off but didn’t want to admit it. he listens to all of that without much commentary, until he sees you grab the railing tightly.

it’s purely instinctual, he tells himself, the compulsion that suddenly takes hold of him; he wraps his arms around you snugly while standing behind you, his face nestled on the crook of your neck. you sigh and lean into his touch, and slowly let go of the railing. geto brushes his lips against the length of your neck before kissing it tentatively. a soft whimper slips out of your mouth when he kisses your neck again — and then again, and again. something tells you that you should slow things down, but you’re tired of thinking rationally, tired of doing things the “proper” way, tired of letting fate have its way with you.

the night sky is clear, the stars gleaming brightly; you attempt to find a familiar constellation but fail when you feel geto’s tongue flick against your skin. another shiver traipses down your back and he chuckles before pulling away. “i’ll tell you a story about the stars,” he says out of the blue, reaching a hand to point to a spot off to the right. he’s quite the animated orator, captivating you with his words — making you laugh at certain parts, although the story ends a little sadly. you ask him how he knows so much, and he tells you, candidly, that stars were the one constant he had in his life as a child.

you’re not sure why, but that revelation makes you turn around in his arms and lean forward; when you press your lips against his and kiss him, you feel like your heart will lunge out of your chest. he moves his lips against yours, slowly, at first, taking his time to taste you before slipping his tongue into your mouth. the kiss transforms quickly, going from exploratory to fervent, his tongue stroking yours hotly. your mind grows hazy with desire as your body arches against his, fingers clinging onto his shirt with need. you moan against his lips when his hand slides lower and he grabs your ass; already you can feel his cock press against you through his pants, goosebumps traveling down your arms as your hips eagerly rub against his.

a small — very, very small — voice in the back of his mind tells him that he should stop before it’s too late, that he shouldn’t indulge in a rebound-fuck, but he knows if he doesn’t see this through now, he might not ever have the chance again. little does he know, you were fully planning on seeking him out anyway, infinitely liking his company to everyone else’s in your life.

without thinking too much about it, geto picks you up, your dress riding up your thighs as your legs wrap around his waist. he groans into your mouth, pushes you against the wall and presses his stiff cock against your aching pussy. your hips jerk forward, a dampness you pointedly ignored earlier coming back in full force, reminding you of how much you want this. you pepper kisses along his sharp jaw, teeth nipping at the skin on his neck, your name a sinful whisper that tumbles off of his lips with ease. in between heated tongue kisses, you tell him about how much you need to feel him inside of you; he’d be a terrible friend if he didn’t fulfill that request for you, especially because he’s spent one too many nights angrily fisting his cock to the thought of you.

he unzips his pants and pulls his cock free, breathing uneven when he feels you rub your clothed pussy against it. he’s pretty sure he can cum just from that stimulation alone but knows it wouldn’t do to finish that early. normally, he has much more patience than this, but he’s found himself at his limit tonight, doesn’t flinch when he rips through your lace panties, his fingers stroke the folds of your pussy and you yelp at the contact. “d-don’t tease me,” you pant, arousal dripping along your slit, “please, suguru, i need you.” the urgency in your voice has him rubbing the thick head of his cock against your pussy, your hips bucking against him roughly.

geto chuckles at your impatience, although he’s not much better, angling his cock and inching his way inside of you without giving it a second thought. you moan loudly, fully aware that if your neighbors were to step out onto their balconies, they’d hear you; but you don’t care. all you want — all you need, rather — is him. this. the feeling of fullness finds you quickly, his hips snapping forward as he buries his cock into your tight cunt. you tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging on the dark strands as he kisses you again — sloppy and with tongue, his teeth trapping your bottom lip between them. the wall is hard, but you don’t care; you squeeze your legs, plush thighs pressing against him, driving him to pull back and snap his hips again, slamming his cock into deeply.

you’ve never been the religious sort, but you’d gladly pray to whatever altar built in geto suguru’s honor; the way his hips pound against yours mercilessly has you rolling your eyes back, as if you weren’t on the brink of tears over your loser of an ex a few hours earlier, making you forget all of your anger and sadness. he’s annoyed at how lackluster his imagination is — because there’s no way he could ever conjure up something as warm or tight as your pussy, the way it wraps around his length snugly, your arousal coating his cock with each thrust. he knows there’s no way you both can go back to just being friends after this, but he’s not worried about that. yet.

“fuck,” he rasps, voice low and husky, your hips rolling to meet his, stirring up an intense feeling — half fueled by mania and what he perceived to be unrequited feelings — that washes over him completely. he’s never felt this out of sorts, but everything with you is unpredictable. he’s not sure what it is, but he can never get enough of you, made only worse by the tantalizing way your pussy clenches around him. you tug on his hair roughly, almost as if to say yes. harder. faster. more, more, more.

his pace picks up, his strokes turning rough and feverish, his balls heavy as they slap against your ass. you cry out his name, yank on his hair again when he bites down on your neck, legs trembling as you try to hold out for as long as you can. he fucks you like you’ve always been his, like he wants to erase all the others from your memory; you gladly take each of his thrusts, enjoying the brief bouts of pain mixed with pleasure. if you’re honest, your ex never fucked you like this — like you mattered. a tear rolls down your cheek, one that geto licks away, making you shudder and kiss him tenderly in response. you can hardly breathe, but you somehow find a way, clinging onto the man before you as he powers into you — possessive, brutish, and addicting.

“ah, suguru, i’m—” your cunt clenches around him enough to push him over the edge.

“go on,” he coos, kissing you over and over again, both of your lips swollen, “cum for me.” it’s all the instruction you need, your walls — soft and plush, gummy-like and a little treacherous — tighten and you buck your hips wildly, panting as you call out his name, loud enough you’re sure everyone in your apartment building can hear you. and you don’t really care; you realized this half-way through, that you’re so much more at ease, more like yourself whenever he’s around, so you let down your walls and give in a little. geto follows you shortly, his thrusts getting sloppy as he grinds his hips against yours, making you moan again, his lips latching onto your neck as he licks and kisses the skin there. his cum is hot and thick inside of your pussy, some of it spilling out once his hips finally slow down. you lean your head back against the wall, holding onto geto weakly, and laugh at how absurd your life has become.

“what’s so funny?” he asks once he catches his breath, amusement flitting across his face as he watches you.

“nothing,” you say, a small smile tugging on your lips, “just… i know my neighbors are probably so pissed at me right now.” you know you’ll hear about it tomorrow morning, but you don’t really care about that. you lean press your forehead against his and kiss him again, slowly and with purpose, hoping that geto will decide to stay around a little longer and tell you another story about the stars.

#i finally finished omg #ty for being patient #fic request #milestone event #500+ followers event #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk angst #jjk x y/n #geto suguru #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x y/n #geto suguru smut #geto x reader #geto x y/n #geto smut #🍭✨🍨sticky & sweet event🧁✨🍭#northbluecrew

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onlyjaeyun · 7 months

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tbh the inspiration hits and I can just write for hours, like I wrote about 10k the other day all at once since the inspiration was inspiring; I just hit that inspiration tree just right and that inspiration just started flowing like maple syrup. I planned on working a bit more on them, but inspo hit for an smau and I've never written one before, so I started writing stuff for it, and I honestly never realized, one how much I hate typing on a phone, and two how much goes into smaus. Like I had to download 3 apps and I realized why I'm a tumblr desktop girly, since I can type like it's no one's business, but I text slower than a grandma. Will I actually write it, maybe, more than likely, once I find my bluetooth keyboard and finish the wips I have that is.

Now that Poison's over it'll be Strictly Business headcannons, but we gotta wait a bit more, we are 3 chapters in and at this point the only thing we could probably say is that Sunghoon would hit if Jay wasn't a cockblock. Since I have no more headcannons, enjoy a little taste of the Sunghoon fic I'm working on:

“Just tell me the truth,” Sunghoon muttered, tired of your silence at that point. He had been standing in your doorway for a good ten minutes, not a single reply had slipped past your lips during that time. Looking at the woman in front of him, he could not stop his heartstrings from tugging, feeling hurt as you stared at the ground dejectedly. From your reaction alone, he could sense you did not want to tell him why you wanted to hide this from him, even now as he stood in front of you there were no words being spoken, he had no idea, but he was not going to let this topic drop. “She’s mine, isn’t she?” He questioned once more, just wanting confirmation at this point. While he wanted words, he saw how your head nodded, defeated almost, like you did not want to give it up, but you had no choice at this point. "How long did you think you could hide that?" He immediately asked afterwards. “Did you not trust me? Did you not love me enough to want me to be in her life? Was I not good enough for you?”

Each question slipping past his lips was like a dagger to your heart. Tell him the truth, well the truth is that he was the father of your now three year old daughter. How long did you think you could hide it from him, well your mind thought you would have kept it hidden a whole lot longer than just three years, honestly, if you had it your way, he would have never found out about her. Did you not trust him, you trusted him most of all, who you did not trust was yourself. Did you not love him enough, you loved him too much to try to burden him with this. Was he not good enough, as usual he had it backwards, you were the one that was not good enough for him. Despite all the thoughts filling your head, none of them came out, instead only one thing, a simple apology. “I’m sorry,” You muttered, unable to put any of your other thoughts into words. Despite the plethora of words filling your head, begging you to apologize to him, begging you to beg for him to love you once more, to tell him you never stopped loving him; none of those came out, despite how badly they wanted to. You said those words like they would suddenly help the situation, but you knew they would not, they were nothing more than useless at this point, words you were saying trying not to feel as bad as you did. The apology was not for him, but for yourself, thinking that maybe the words falling past your lips might make you feel better about this situation. But the honest truth, it made you feel worse, giving him an apology without any explanation, it was like giving someone an empty gift box, no thought or substance, just giving them what you thought they wanted. Yet, he wanted the truth, he wanted to know everything no matter how badly it hurt, but you knew the truth would not hurt him, it would only hurt you. All these years the truth you had hidden from him, from Sohee, in a way from yourself, would come to light, but internally you had hoped it would not be for more years. You hoped by the time it was exposed he would have moved on, you would have moved on, both too happy to disrupt what you had for the idea of what ifs and what could have been.

Listening to you apologize in vain, a chill was sent through Sunghoon’s body, it was like ice was chilling his veins. The cold never bothered him usually, even as he stood outside, the gentle snow falling from the dark clouds above during the frigid January temperatures felt like nothing compared to the frozen feeling coursing through his veins. It was like everything froze, himself including, the words you were not speaking resounding much louder than what you did say. His heartbeat boomed within his eardrums, someone could have been screaming in his ear at that moment, and he would have heard nothing. Leaning against the doorframe, he willed his own legs to not give out under him. The photo, the child, your child, his child, he had a child, he had a child out there that he had no idea about. With that thought, his mind went blank, the doorframe being the only thing that supported him from completely falling to the ground in that moment. You had left him because of this, you broke his heart to hide this from him, you had been back who knows how long without even as much as a word to him. Watching as you moved, seemingly welcoming him into your home, out of the elements, safe from the falling snow all around. He moved inside without a word, almost like he was on autopilot. It was like his brain went back to all those days years ago, back in high school when the two of you were dating, and your evenings were spent cuddling on your sofa watching romance movies, attempting to ignore the giggles coming from your mother’s mouth as she spied on the two of you, muttering to your father about young love. Using all his strength to sit on the couch, trying his best not to collapse, despite how badly his body was wishing to give in. He allowed his phone to slip from his hands, falling to the carpeted floor under your coffee table, as he found himself burying his face within his hands. “I will never understand how you could do this.” He said, not even bothering to attempt to make eye contact with you. Emotionally and physically drained, he struggled to find what to say next. “I just, why would you hide this? Why would you hide her? Hide her from me?” Was all he said, before finally looking up at you, his heart breaking with each word.

bestie your way with words is IMMACULATE!!!!!! i'd honestly read everything you give me no matter how long bc it's so easy to read and still so deep and well thought through, you'd be the biggest blessing to the enha writing community 🥺🥺🤍

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radiodread · 10 months

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So, I just now got the stupid Twitterification update to my desktop Tumblr and I'm essentially back on the dead bird hellsite. I've tried sending @support tickets about various issues and bugs in the past year or so and they never ever, ever got back to me whether it was about a bug in the app, if it was about how the "following" and "for you" pages are now identical in terms of content, about wanting to be able to use Javascript in my blog theme again (a request I sent twice, more than six months apart) so I can make changes and actually save them... you name it.

Instead of waiting for responses I'm clearly not going to get, I'm just gonna make a public post like everyone else about how awful this update is, and how unintuitive it is. People left Twitter for a reason. I've been here the whole damn time and only seen shit get worse. What are you doing? People have been extremely vocal about the fact that this change is bad and more importantly why it is.

@staff keep complaining about how they're bleeding money and are in huge amounts of debt, but instead of making the site profitable by listening to their userbase, they're doing the exact opposite and not explaining jack shite. There are piles and piles of issues dating several years back that keep going ignored, and the people running this site are more and more turning into the dude running Twitter (sorry, X?) by making the site worse.

What's it gonna take for them to listen? People organised the so-called "Crab Day" where people bought stuff from the shop to help and show support and yet we keep getting this shit. As thanks? Seems like it. "Thanks for using our site and actually paying for it, we hate you! Here's another useless update no one wants!"

Sure. Thanks.

#i'm so tired

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biomorphic-beast · 10 months

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After using the new desktop layout for a while I can safely say it sucks.

Not because it very similar to how Twitter looks but because it is took the twitter layout and made it worse.

Lets look at both and compare.. There is the old version of twitter. (I refuse to acknowledge X)

And here is the current tumblr layout. Though I would like to note that I use Firefox.

Note everything I am gonna say others have already said and done by other users so nothing here is new. Just that these are the things that made the most sense to me. 1. It's cramped. Everything has been squashed into the center when it really doesn't need to be. It might be done in order to look closer to the app. However, the app has its own set up and isn't just using shrunken down version of the desktop as far I can tell. Yet this empty space couldn't be used for ads since ads take the form of sponsored posts. Also I have my adblocker turned off for Tumblr so I would likely know if it was being used for banner ads.

Dispite all of this there is somehow more empty space of tumblr that there was on twitter.

2. Its hard to read.

When the new layout was put into action I found myself really struggling to read the posts as my eyes would glide over to the left. At first I thought is was because of the sidebar yet I found other websites with a sidebar don't have this problem for me. However one user, whom I can't find the orignal post, pointed out that by having everything near the center goes against how the eye normally flows when reading. they noted that depending on the native language most will eithe read from left to right or right to left. Considering most of tumblr users seem to speak English in one way or another the eye is used to starting from the left side. With everything being centered to makes tricky for the eye to follow the text that little bit more.

This is where the principle of "eye flow" which refers to the way the eyes will navigate a website.

Twitter also has a similarly awful layout but at the very least looks like it has given more space the the main posts. I guess.

3. The activity tab. The activity tab when opened covers up whatever post you are looking at which just looks awful and only really adds to this claustrophilic feeling.

4. The notifications.

A lot of people including myself find the design of the too distracting of even overwhelming. I am not sure how this could be fixed other than going for a subtler design or having some sort of ablity to turn of nofications.

I am sure there is more that I am not aware off or just don't bother me. I don't thing this layout is doomed but right now it just feels like the first draft.

Remember that you can give feedback via tumblrs own help center. @ing staff will only do so much.

#tumblr #tumblr staff #tumblr UI #tumblr layout #tumblr update #rant

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alligatorjesie · 2 years

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So, just out of curiosity when you’re searching for reylo stuff are you on mobile or desktop? because i’m pretty sure on desktop to make sure it’s not going by keywords and lumping other posts in you have to search #reylo or at least that’s worked for me :)

I use both. 3, technically, as the ipad/apple is using it's own unique browser.

Anti reylo posts show up under the regular 'reylo' search perimeters regardless of which browser type you use. This isn't a browser issue anyways, just tumblr and it's uhhh... unique coding? The issue isn't how the phrasing in the tag works but how tumblr handles it's tags.

This: #reylo

isn't the same as this: reylo This: #reylo

is considered a 'tag' and searching it with the pound sign in front of it will in theory show you everything in that tag but exclude it if it's mashed into a run-on sentence of a tag thus lowering your odds of running into an anti post. However

That theory is fucking wrong. Since tumblr was coded by mortal humans who made lots of mistakes and at this point God only fucking knows why but sometimes when you search using only the #tag you'll miss shit. I've had to happen to me quite a few times. Hell I've had times were I've submitted things only to see they Never end up showing in the tag weeks later even though I tagged it what I assumed was correctly. If something isn't tagged just right and that is a very fucking broad definition of 'right' it simply wont show up. Sometimes all that takes is not insuring the most popular tags that might be searched for are the first 5 tags in your post as anything after that no longer shows up in the search via tags, a well known issue tumblr has in it's tagging system. Sometimes all you did wrong is not capitalize the tag when most people search for it capitalized or vice versa . Sometimes all you did wrong was tag something that had never been tagged before. The list of reasons why your tag wont show up in the tagging system is too fucking numerous but here's a few of them and by 'few' I mean a lot. There's many reasons why someone would choose to not search for the thing they like this way. I don't search for reylo via the built in tag system because I and many others have found searching using tumblr's system don't work as advertised most of the time.

However²

Just searching for the thing you wanna see like this: reylo shows everything all of the time. Even if you're dick at tagging your shit, the mere mention of the thing will cause it to show up in the search. Now unfortunately and paradoxically this also means everything shows up in your search. so if the tag is something long like: 'reylos eat shit and die' A real thing by the way

That will show up in your search.

Reylo is a little unique to a lot of other fandoms because of the sheer number of antis to this fandom you'd think it was something a lot worse than a real fucking vanilla enemies to lovers ship that is in fact canon and has been since Episode 7. Now most of us just block and move on or worse yet, some of us can't deal with the harassment in the open search and just use the reylo tag and deal with the fact they're not seeing half the content being posted to the tag do to tumblr's shortcomings. It cuts off major parts of this fandom from itself within it's own app. I think that's fucking stupid and I don't wanna do that. I want to see everything in this tag, good and bad. It's important to me and the health of this fandom overall that we all know who the assholes are in our spaces. It's so fucking important to see and acknowledge the bad actors here, within your fandom space and outside of it.

I'm an absolute prick in the reylo tag. I'm not the most well liked in this fandom space and that's unfortunate because I do love this fandom and the people in it. I try to make up for it by being helpful within the fandom contribute were I can but it doesn't change the fact I have burned some bridges with members of this fandom who I respect but don't respect me and they're in their right. I really hate that I have to be the bad guy so often and act like a heinous bitch for what feels like every other day in this tag but this shit has been unrelenting.

I'm a fucking furry and I feel more welcome in fandom spaces as a furry, known for being at the bottom of the social fandom tier to the point it's a meme, than I ever fucking have as a reylo in those same spaces and boy howdy let me tell you fucking what that shit is really fucking weird. Now on twitter and reddit what I regularly run into are alt-right manbabies who are just pissed their sister liked Star Wars and one director dared to make a movie that made them think, not really even that hard. Just harder than 'Good guy fight bad guy and win'. The Audacity. But on tumblr the most common breed of shithead I run into is Antis. Antis are people who are in opposition to the shit you're into. They normally have this high and mighty reason as to why your fandom is actually the devil and regularly have some pretty bad takes about fandom itself. In my experience they're all very young because no adult has the fucking time to do the shit they do but sometimes they're actual adults in which case My Fucking God's Name in Heaven. I don't think they got a fucking family. A pet. A goddamn houseplant. They have emitted such a repellent personality that not a single organic soul would be caught dead in their monkeysphere. This is why they have so much extra time on tumblr, fuck me. Either way an anti is going to find a reason to shit on your fandom and they're going to do it subtly in the tags. In the reylo fandom it is: A: Ben Solo is a nazi and the reylos sympathies with nazis and racists because they like the character. This is horseshit and has been disputed to the point of proven wrong because first off there are no nazis in fucking Star Wars and secondly Ben Solo didn't joint the First Order because he's racist, he joined because he thought his uncle tried to kill him. B: The ship excludes Finn as a romantic partner for Rey, therefore this is also racist as if polyamory just couldn't possibly exist in their blank fucking minds or something. C: The ship is incest. To which I say: I swear to fucking god I will take a huge wet Taco Bell shit on your grandmother's grave you ignorant fuckwits if you can't figure out how to fucking Google this topic Or D: The ship was not obvious and the kiss came out of nowhere at the end of EP9.

As if the literal Star Wars equivalent of Romeo and Juliet's love theme didn't show up in this scene in The Force Awakens, a really fucking weird choice of song if this pair was never intended to be romantic from John Williams, grandfather to the leitmotif. As if the entirety of The Last Jedi never fucking happened.

That's not an edit by the way, they are really standing that close to each other. Either way it's not your fucking job in a fandom to hold these people's hands through the main issue they're having. You could strap these pickled dicks to a chair Clockwork Orange style and try to brainwash them into understanding the proof right in front of them and you'd fail.

They don't wanna see it. They just want to hate. The point isn't the point to them, If you prove something wrong they simply wont acknowledge it or will change the reason why the hate it. They just want to hate something and unfortunately they picked your fandom to express it. What we can do in our fandoms is tell these assholes to leave when we see them.

Personally wouldn't want to do something like block the 'anti' tag because doing that would block most of my own posts and block any other reylo who is talking about antis in the fandom space. But most importantly blocking the tag would also remove the antis and I wanna see 'em. I see a lot of constantly regurgitated rhetoric from a lot of antis about all the proof they have of how racist this fandom is with all of these 'See? See these reylos being racist? This one told John Boyega TO DIE!' many year old tweets they keep posting by users who are no longer active in the fandom because the reylo community did their do fucking diligence and pushed those shithead out of this space.

I want to see the post by the person who saw one fan edit back in 2016 and shit themselves with rage over how racist it was because they cropped Ben on top of Finn in it. (I'll have that one out soon) I want to know who is just trying to start shit by posting receipts of users who are no longer active in the fandom or the platforms they've been screenshotted in. I wanna acknowledge the user who continually posts Hot Takes about a character they obviously hate in a tag they don't belong in.

I want to see the post by the user who thinks it's alright to send people threats of violence over a fucking fictional ship. Or worse yet, death. I want everyone to know who these people are and if I have to be the one who drags them on stage to shame them publicly I fucking will. This fandom has been through enough shit and I'm fuckin' tired of it man. I'll happily take one for the team if it means there's a few less antis being taken seriously in this fandom space. They hate us because they anus and they can just fuck off about it. We should a try and achieve this via our own means. Call out bad actors in your fandom spaces. You see someone being a prick? Tell them they're being a prick. And if they keep being a prick you send 'em my way. If they don't fucking like the thing, then they can stay the fuck out of the goddamn tags about it or understand they're going to have to deal with people like me.

#Anti Talk #Reylo #Furry #Let's have a long conversation about tags kiddos #Like how they work like shit and I don't like using them

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