Uhhhh....

First is a screenshot of a different tumblr post and a reblog of it. This transcript is minorly adapted for screenreaders. The original post reads: "being on this site is fucking crazy because u will see a post go around that's a little "too loud" about transfeminism for tumblrs insanely bigoted ass moderation team, and then by the evening u can go look at the same post and everyone on it will have been banned, and the next day a second post will go around pointing out the malicious and completely unreasonable bans that were executed by staff on the previous post and then by THAT evening those users will also have been banned and we're all expected to just sit there and pretend it isnt happening". The reblog reads: "i SERIOUSLY feel like tumblrs built in transfem eating machine has been getting way hungrier recently... like ive literally been on this account for a week and had at least 15 different mutuals get termed in that time. i refresh my dash and see peoples accounts go down in front of my eyes. i keep being like oh jeez i forgot to follow [mutual] on this blog? and it turns out that, no, she just got banned the second i turned my back. im literally seeing blogs get taken down that havent physically been up long enough to have possibly posted anything objectionable. im seeing "reblog to help me find my mutuals" posts going around where the op has already been nuked again. like come on".

Second is a screenshot of an email header. The subject line reads: "Tumblr Account Terminated".

Third is a screenshot of the beginning of a Wikipedia article. It reads: "The Streisand effect describes a situation where an attempt to hide, remove, or censor information results in the unintended consequence of the effort instead increasing public awareness of the information".

After all, rent costs more than a mortgage, so it should offer more too.

My first illustration for my typesetting of the amazing fic I wish you were my husband 🤭

when i was a kid, i would have to tiptoe around his anger issues often, sometimes running quietly past his work table until he got his own place completely separate from our family, locked away for days. every so often he would start screaming in the car and trying to hit me or my brother for talking too loud while my mom attempted to calm him down as he swerved on the road. and now he, smiling, helps me with car insurance.

hi. i late losing. do you ever get depressed? i'm in a great mood right now and it is NOT a manic state. anyway, i've googled 10,000 volleyball facts. fact one: the volleyball is a horse and he loves me