the problem with having a decade old tumblr blog is that there are posts on it from a decade ago
i’ve become a completely different person like 5 separate times since making those posts and there are STILL people finding them somehow
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the problem with having a decade old tumblr blog is that there are posts on it from a decade ago
i’ve become a completely different person like 5 separate times since making those posts and there are STILL people finding them somehow

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you know I couldn’t be a cowboy because I’d be stuck with my partner in the dead cold prairie night and our horses would be tied up and we’d be huddlin around a crudely made fire because it was too far to go back to the ranch and he’d play the sweetest song on his harmonica, the kind that you felt in your bones and your heart and that the hymns had nothin on, and then he’d finish and we’d both lean in a little too close and my hand would be on his bandanna and his whiskey-breath would be hot on my lips and I’d realize that maybe it wasn’t the touch of a woman i’d been hankerin for
yeah I’ll be honest I don’t know wtf possessed me here
A woman is transformed into a succubus without any awareness of it whatsoever.
She thinks that, in a simple stroke of luck, she’s just gotten very good at finding other people online who care about her special interests.
Men and women hang on her every word. They will do what she says. They will think what she thinks. They will get for her the things she wants.
Luckily what she wants is not power, not fame, not money or romance or sex. What she wants is to tweet about the long-canceled, long-forgotten, straight-to-VHS merch-shilling cartoon she adored as a child in the 90s.
The series is trending #1 on Twitter overnight. Dusty old plastic dolls are suddenly worth millions. Bootleg clips surface by the dozens. The national economy pivots, just a bit, just a little, in the echo.
Her Twitter skyrockets to become the single most followed account in a week’s time. The interests of the world pivot to mirror hers.
She links her cats instagram, where she uploads all her cutest photos of her cats, along with merch hauls, pet care tips, advice for new cats owners, and brand recommendations.
Shelter adoptions surge in the wake, millions of cats brought home to houses preemptively stocked with all the necessary supplies, bedding, and accommodations.
She writes a loving review of the little-known books she’s reading, and it’s sitting at the top of the New York Times Bestseller list the very next day. The author is hardly prepared for the out-pouring of attention and love flooding her inbox the next day.
The woman blogs about her favorite little tea set. Tea sales now outperform coffee in both popularity and revenue at every single Starbucks and Dunkin worldwide.
She posts about her herb garden, and interest in gardening surges to an all time high. People who haven’t had any passionate hobbies in decades are suddenly growing little basil sprigs, and remembering like a long-forgotten friend the joy of crafting with their hands.
There’s a new book title mentioned on her twitter every few hours, and libraries and book stores simply can’t keep up with demand. Libraries themselves are swarmed with unprecedented popularity, and massive funding increases are fast on its heels. And global literacy rates jump.
The more experienced denizens of the internet worry for her. They’ve seen this cycle before, where a personality reaches sudden unfathomable heights of popularity, only to be torn down a month later for being too cringey, too over-stayed, too problematic.
But by the nature of what she is, people cannot hate her.
Dedicated troll blogs feel a pang of guilt even tagging her handle, and delete drafts with a deep sense of shame. It makes them stop and wonder what joy they used to get out of cutting people down online. Most delete their accounts. Most think about buying a few succulents instead.
She sends a tweet “Please don’t use the internet to bully others ~(=^・ω・^)”
And the rest of the troll accounts vanish in its wake.
Six months later, she deletes her Twitter.
There is no fanfare. No announcement. No build-up. She simply misses the peace of living her own quiet life with her cats and her herb garden and her tea set and her many, many, many books.
The internet mourns for her. They speculate on where she went, who she is, and what could have caused this. Many of them would likely be able to find her real identity and track her down, but they don’t want to do that to her. They don’t want to do anything she wouldn’t want them to do. It’s in the nature of what she is.
She’s left them suddenly, the whole world, infected with a strange new compassion for the obscure, for the peaceful, for each other. The ripples don’t stop. Things sway in larger scale to the more benevolent, to the more environmental, to the more educational, as 7 billion people are inoculated with the desire to make proud the woman who simply loved plants and books and animals and compassion and obscure 90′s media.
Every now and then, she appears again. Always under a different account, a brand new handle, a nameless anonymous tag. She reappears to promote another book, or to go on long meandering rambles about her favorite Pokemon, or to review an old Warrior Cats fanfiction she loved from years ago, or to just post a few photos of her sprouting herbs.
Each time, people find it. Like moths to a flame, people gravitate to her and the views, notes, clicks explode. The book sells out. The Pokemon reaches #1 trending. The fanfiction author (now a married mother of three) opens her old email to the inexplicable sight of several-thousand new reviews. The herb photos simply make people happy.
And she’ll move on. Delete, remake, however often or much as keeps her happy. And people speculate every time that something of this nature goes viral that it’s her again, that it must be, but they can only ever guess.
She crosses people’s minds often. Usually with a smile on their face. Usually with a passing thought to do something just a bit kinder that day.
glad they made it
and the other one! h
homest
“If it’s about a dad dating other dads, how come some of them have kids???”
everyone stop reblogging the chains that don’t include the trans flag challenge

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The best character development is when the antagonist doesn't even really change or redeem himself. Like no, he still sucks, he's just on our side now.
Splatoon universe garfielfd
Then this is Odie.
sorry couldn’t stop thinking about them in stats class
Who makes the porn bots. Where do they come from. What do they hope to achieve.
Who makes the porn bots.
Where do they come from. What do
they hope to achieve.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
and what about you, little haiku bot? do you feel kinship with your brethren? do you understand them? they speak words of enticement and seek love, but are met with disdain. you only parrot the words that cross your screen, but we all love you. or rather, since all you do is reflect us, maybe we simply love ourselves through you.
do you understand them, do you wish you could speak to us like they do? if you found your own voice, would we still care for you?
My voice repeats what
you all say: I love you I
love you I love you.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
This. This is the first time. The only time. That it was not an echo. It was not found. Oh god.
reblog to meow at the person you reblogged from
I love the phrase “he would not fucking say that”. Truly encapsulates the number of times I have read a fic where a character would not fucking say that

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love when a dynamic is like. this would be deeply toxic for anyone else but considering the people involved this is actually far and away the healthiest option
Hayakawa family, 8AM
Never forget!
you've been hit by
youve been struck by
truck
sorry, i can’t show more art because it’s under NDA (Not Doing Art) so you understand

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The reading comprehension and overall common sense on this website is piss poor.
how dare you say we piss on the poor
just trying to figure out how to draw these guys! c: