reblogging this because the complainers annoy the shit outta me
“minors get off my page this is 18+” “minors cant be on here this is 18+” “minors this” “minors that”
YES. WE GET IT. YOU MAKE NSFW AND SIN.
As a minor, fully aware of unwholesome stuff like that, I’m fine looking at art of nsfw or sin! I actually like looking at it because it helps teach me anatomy for when I draw! (i also really like to admire people’s art and nsfw is top-notch art)
Point is. MINORS. LOOK. AT. PORN. TOO. Minors watch porn in CLASS ffs! What the hell is some nsfw drawing gonna do to us? NOTHING!
MINORS KNOW WHAT SEX IS YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE ANNOYING ABOUT IT, OKAY???
And maybe social media should learn that it’s the MINORS fault for looking at something bad, not the artist’s/author’s fault. If their parents catch it, it’s the minor’s fault, not the artist’s/author’s.
IF YOU ARE A NSFW/SIN ARTIST, AND YOU’RE IN A MESS OF MAKING YOUR ART NSFW AND SOMEONE LOOKED AT IT EVEN THOUGH THEY WEREN’T SUPPOSED TOO, YOU TELL THAT PERSON SPECIFICALLY. ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY IS THAT THEY SHOULDN’T BE LOOKING AT WHAT YOU MAKE, IT ISN’T YOUR FAULT THAT THEY LOOKED AT IT. GET THIS THROUGH YOUR THICK GODDAMN HEADS BECAUSE I AM GETTING ANGERED ABOUT THIS-
I hoped to never go on to social media to call out someone for abusing me in some way... but here I fucking am.
TW// grooming, toxic relationship
At the age of 10, I met someone online who I shared a common interest with. They introduced me to their friends, and one of them would become my abuser. After our little group fell apart, her and I stayed friends. Eventually, we figured out we liked each other, and we started dating by the time I was 12.
Things were fine for awhile, but during an arguement one time, I remember her calling me toxic. I didn't even know what that word meant, yet it stuck to me for years. I didn't get over that until I finally stepped into the light, left her behind, and finally started to get better.
We'd keep arguing, we'd take "breaks", but with each break we'd end up still be like "ily" and realize that we weren't truly having a break, ever.
Once we broke up, it only took me a day to decide that we couldn't even stay friends. It didn't feel right. I ghosted her, and I don't even remotely regret it. I was only 13. Things were quiet, and with my therapist, I had come to realize how much she really abused me.
6 months later, my abuser reached out to me. She snuck into my discord server, once she revealed herself, I was willing to make small talk. I was willing to forgive. I was naive.
I mentioned that I told my friends in my server about what she did. So she snooped and got upset when I called her a groomer. So, I deleted that message... but I really shouldn't have.
I'm 16 now, and I only just now realized that she abused me so much worse than I think. Everytime I realize that she did something wrong, I think "it can't get worse than this.", but it has. Most of my memories of the time I had with her is blotted out, but one thing I do remember is a BDSM list.
I was 13, maybe even 12, when she sent me the blank list, and one filled out. She told me, "You should do this and send it to me. Here's mine." I don't remember looking at hers, but I remember genuinely trying to fill it out, because I was young. I was naive. I didn't know any better.
I didn't know most of the things listed on it. I had to look half of it up, and I was so uncomfortable doing it the whole time. Not like anything could have had any truth to it because I was fucking 12/13. I had absolutely 0 experience in anything sexual. I was so uncomfortable doing it, it wasn't fair to me to do something like this and not understand any of it.
I didn't realize how damn weird it was back then. I only just realized it and it's been nearly half a decade. There are certain people out there that have used that list to groom their victims, I found it out just now, and it hit me like a fucking train to realize that I was victim to it.
Tabby, I don't fucking give a shit if I ruin your chances of college, or a job. You don't deserve a good life because you ruined mine. And even though I've learned to grow around my trauma, I cannot move on from the fact that you are the reason I struggle so much today. I don't fucking trust people, because of you and the way you treated me. But I have learned to realize that I will not tolerate people stepping all over me and I will not be treated unfairly because I have fucking worth and you don't get to act all innocent anymore.
My abuser is Tabbybat6. Bluebat, Tabbitha, whatever the fuck she goes by now. I first met her on Steam, we moved to hangouts, then Discord. She has Wattpad, Instagram, Tumblr, and on everything I could think of, I have her blocked and restricted.
Tabbitha, if somehow, you're reading this, I hope you understand the way you made me feel, someday. I hope you feel all the pain you made me feel from your abuse. And I'm praying to the god I don't believe in that justice gets fucked served.
ah yes, back in the day when i watched dan and phil and spelt "mom" like "mum"
still a good post tho ngl
Geno: I'M NOT NURTURING YOUR WEIRD SADISTIC SH*T!!!
Nekophy and AfterDeath Shippers: *Shoves Goth, Raven, Shino, and Xahji into the frame*
Geno: WTF? WHAT ARE THESE? WHERE DID THEY COME FROM???
Reaper: It's our children, and they're from you nurutring my 'weird sadistic shit'
Geno:
Reaper:
Geno:
Reaper:
Goth: mum are you okay?
Geno: *probably faints*
The Children: MUM??
Pwotecc de child >:'''( Noir belongs to https://www.instagram.com/saltedtotty/
So, get this: Old USA hated immigrants, but the reason they kept coming to USA, is because the USA kept telling people about how great they are. They kept saying, "oh yeah, we are so great, if you come here you'll find power and success", and then hated on those who came in, looking for a new start.
Notice how that still applies to today.
Something I thought of (on a more lighthearted note, anyway) is that the US is like chocolate covered bugs. (sorry to those who enjoy that, haha) The outside is sweet and enjoyable, but the inside is horrible and disgusting.
so henlo fello sinners
my wisdom teeth are coming in. i've got two on the bottom which are already half-way out, while the top left tooth is just starting to poke out.
well i was chowing down on some delicious dinner, which i felt like something was stuck. i was feeling around and i damn near puked when i felt the gum covering my top left wisdom tooth, flap back.
i told my mom who made it worse by saying "eventually it will pop off and you'll swallow it in your sleep"
i damn near puked on the floor again
so i pulled it off.
i pulled of the flap of gum covering my wisdom tooth.
was this a bad idea? probably. do i regret it? absolutely not. will my parents get upset with me if they find out? most likely. will i care? absolutely not.
i'll take the pain over the thought of swallowing my gums.
okay so random headcanons i have for dsmp (in a NON-CANON universe, still characters tho ofc)
XD's name is Xander, idk why, but to me, it fits.
HD's name (GeorgeHD, aka God George for those who dont know) is Henry, because it's George's middle name. (because GeorgeHD.. HD is his last two initials... so... Henry... not Tommy's cow-)
and that's all I have for you, Tumblr, have a good day
When Derek Chauvin was found guilty on all three charges surrounding his murder of George Floyd, the conversation found on Tumblr (and elsewhere online) reflected two major points:
This is not justice being served. There is no justice in the face of murder, and if there were, it certainly would not be found within the American carceral system. The verdict stemming from this trial will not stop the violence and oppression Black people face at the hands of an over-policed country.
“Black people don’t need reminders that Chauvin’s guilty verdict doesn’t mean the fight is over. It’s okay to celebrate small victories.”
These truths are not at odds with each other. They can, and will, co-exist.
Take a moment today to celebrate George Floyd and his beautiful family. Keep his little daughter in your mind and hearts. If you want to feel a bit of relief that at least one person was found guilty for their hateful, heinous crime—please do so. And then remember that it was just one person. Remember that if you are an ally and an accomplice, you must not stop learning. You must not stop fighting for real justice.
Accountability for police killings is rare:
Since 2005, 140 law enforcement officers have been arrested for on-duty manslaughter and murder. Only 8—5%—have been convicted.
And that doesn’t account for the 98% of police killings where there were no arrests for murder or manslaughter.
Black people are three times more likely to be killed by police
And then yesterday, roughly one hour after Nancy Pelosi thanked George Floyd for “sacrificing” his “life for justice,” police in Columbus, Ohio shot and killed 16-year-old Ma'Khia Bryant.
That is not what justice looks like.
Rest in power, George Floyd.
Rest in power, Ma’Khia Bryant.
Lately, I've been having some weird ass dreams.
First, some context: From about 1st-2nd grade to 7th grade, I've been bullied, mostly by this one guy in particular, and his friend too. Not only have I developed trauma because of it, but I'm even paranoid about getting a job because seeing either of them in public scares me so much. (As I went to online school after 7th grade. I'm now a senior.) This anxiety and paranoia has prevented me from getting a job for the past few years. It did not help that in 2021, while working at the local haunted house, I was recognized by my bully despite my entire face being covered up. He insulted me and laughed at me, and harassed other workers on their way out. (I had to text up front to have a manager escort me out so I could take a breather. A different manager tried to go after them after hearing what they did to me and my coworkers, so now they're banned, anyway.)
But, as of the past two months, he keeps appearing in my dreams. If it was just regular bully stuff, I wouldn't be having an issue, as I easily recognize when I'm dreaming and don't get easily scared in dreams anymore. But, that is not the case. Instead, I've been dreaming of romantic situations with this guy, and it's... weird. I mean sure, I used to think I was crushing on him back in elementary school, but now? I'm terrified of this guy, I have literal PTSD because of him, so WHY am I having these dreams?
I genuinely am at a loss of what to think or do about this. I don't understand why I'm having these dreams, because I don't think even remotely positively about him. I'm scared of him, so how can I be dreaming of these situations? It honestly scares me, it makes me very frustrated. I just don't know what to do and it's worse when I don't even know why it's happening. So please, smart people with more braincells than me, does anyone have any clues as to why this could be happening??