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This one’s new.

“This post was flagged because somewhere in your reblog there might be adult content“

Somewhere in my–

SOMEWHERE? In MY REBLOG?

@staff You flagged a WHOLE DAMN POST BECAUSE SOMEWHERE in my REBLOG - which was reblogged by, and is being reblogged by, literally anyone and anyone - there - wait for it - MIGHT be adult content?!??!

What does that–

Are you seriously–

Do you seriously not see the flaw here? 

Are you saying, that one person - one VERY determined person - could go around and reblog ANY POST they like, and add f*male n*pples to it, and you would automatically flag that WHOLE post?

THE REBLOG DOES NOT CONTAIN ANY ADULT CONTENT. IT’S A COMIC. ABOUT A CARTOON. IT’S A–

https://twitter.com/crimsalute

but i am, you know, in some ways, upset. the truth is, i have a weird fondness for this blue hell. i liked it because i’m obviously a text-based content creator, i hate facebook, and i’m too lazy for youtube. there’s a lot wrong with it, obviously, but it was anonymous, somewhat safe, more based in community. so much about it was frustrating. but it also was a really, really good place for new artists, for people who were exploring their identity, for me to waste like an embarrassing amount of time on.

and honestly, i think that’s what it is - i’ve been trying to “Get Off Tumblr” for a while, but i always come back here, in the end. And being given a date feels like… time’s up. obviously the site won’t delete entirely. but already their userbase was halved, and it will probably halve again. less and less people will post. less reason to log in. 

so it kind of feels… yeah, like it’s time to grow up. like i gotta pack up and move on and not be too sad about it because, well, it’s a website. i get the same weird nostalgia as graduating. like, looking back over a shoulder and saying “fUCK you!” but also knowing… i can’t belong there anymore. yes, the world might keep moving, the site will persist despite god’s will to end it - but the era where it was mine is over.

i don’t think it’ll end in one big burst of silence. but it’s been a heart slowly fading for a while. and less than a death knell, it’s just another symbol: something i had, even if it’s not a real something….. it’s not the same as it used to be. half my friends are gone. the other half rarely show up. it’s not finished.