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change your icon/pfp and put something coherent in your blog description or you're going to get blocked bcs people think you're a bot

this site is built around reblogs, so please actually reblog posts(especially art and fics!!)

you can set your likes and follows to private

checkmarks here are a meme and mean nothing

follower counts are private and we like it that way, so get used to not judging people by that metric

drama and discourse is boring, use your blacklist and block button liberally

DON'T CENSOR YOURSELF!! we can swear and say kill and make fun of corporations all we want, and if you tiktok-ify your tags people who have things blacklisted for whatever reason will still see them, and people who want to see that content won't be able to find it!! spell words out normally, you won't get in trouble!!

tumblr live is sketchy as hell and full of fake accounts, if you decide to use it anyway may god have mercy on your soul o7

Happy 31st anniversary to Sailor Moon ☽

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op is absolutely right. this is coming from someone who researches and teaches on age and society professionally. modern western society is age-segregated to an unprecedented degree and there is ample evidence that it is absolutely fucking us over. it’s linked to everything from economic hardship to mental health crises.

intergenerational friendships are important. adults who never interact with young people outside of a defined institutional relationship with a built-in power imbalance (like being a parent or teacher) don’t develop the capacity to treat young people as equals, which reinforces patterns of abuse, neglect, social disempowerment, and silencing. young people who lack meaningful connections with adults outside of those same institutions miss out on an incredible source of support and guidance. and everyone misses out on the basic human joy of friendships that could have been really meaningful if we didn’t have this weird, broken ideology that says young people have nothing interesting to say, and no value to adults who don’t either want to raise them or exploit them or both.

like, sure, with any relationship between a minor and an adult, the adult has a responsibility that the minor doesn’t. some shit only comes from life experience. but like… that teen who comes to dnd on fridays, the younger coworker, that person met through fandom? i’m not gonna pretend we’re not friends just because i’m older than they are.

Intergenerational friendships are like??? So varied?????

Like maybe you’re 16 and working your first job, and you have an old Chinese man as a regular who sits at a table and reads the Chinese newspaper his family mails him, and you start sitting down and talking to him when it’s slow. And he tells you all about the life he’s lived, of being a child in the aftermath of world war two. And he talks to you about the prejudice he’s seen, and the way he sees people treat each other, and how much things have changed. And you learn a lot.

Or you meet a 30-something mother of two that walks with a cane in a group therapy session, and when you speak to her she opens up about her struggles with drugs, and how she wishes to stay better so she can be there for her kids. And she teaches you about having a more open mind when it comes to religious beliefs when you’re an edgy atheist teen.

Or you’re very isolated in your hobbies, and you meet a group of college students that share your interests and are fine letting you join in on their card games and D&D, and you not only learn the games but you get used to a group that’s accepting and just wants to have fun and make everyone comfy, and you learn not every group of people has to be judgemental and scary.

You’re saying that instead of making teens aware of the signs of toxic relationships, and keeping an open line of communication so we can help them take notice of and avoid these things… You’d rather we lock teens in a box where they’re deprived of the positives?

Force so many teens to be around peers that bully and disregard them, when they have prospective friends in local clubs and support groups that just aren’t necessarily in their peer group?

Hardcore Tumblr users really are just puritans huh? Hell even historically, households were made of many generations, and kids helped out in the community and met the adults that kept it going.

Years later we still get updates on her life, and a bunch of those people went to see her perform on stage six years later when she got the lead role in her college(!!!) production of She Kills Monsters.

I got really close to an adult volunteer with a queer youth group in high school, and she took me in like an odd, overenthusiastic niece. I did have a crush on her a little, but it was the sort of thing that teaches you what you like in a person without meaning anything more than that. She and her wife loaned me a pile of lesbian books to read, taught me to cook, and helped me learn to drive. They were like family. 

My grandmother’s friends, who I’ve known all my life, are also my friends. One of them is in the last year of her life now, and as sad as I am to lose her, I’m so grateful to have known her, to have been friends with her as close as she and my grandmother were. I’m also grateful my grandmother and I can share this grief and joy.

“What about REAL monster girls??? Not just weird humans?? like real huge MONSTERS?? With giant sharp claws and big sharp teeth?? Where are those???”

tumblr is apparently rolling out a beta for a new post editor that essentially makes it so there are no longer post “types” (text post, audio post, photo post, etc.), and instead all types of content are better integrated into a single post. pretty neat, right?

…until you read the fine print.

The maximum number of total content blocks allowed in a single post is 250.

i emailed support and asked whether each paragraph counts as a content block. i received this reply:

SO. each paragraph counts as a content block, and i’m only allowed 250 content blocks in one post. the solution provided was to reformat my fics by using shift+enter after every paragraph instead of simply enter. which is already unnecessarily annoying in of itself, but then you come to the second hurdle: 

The maximum character length of a single text block is 4096 characters.

so–what?? besides spending my time writing thousands upon thousands of words, i’m expected to copy-paste it and then reformat everything, counting every single one of those words to make sure they fit within the restrictions? or i’m supposed to chop my fics up into multiple parts, even when i don’t want to? how exactly are writers supposed to write on this platform?? as you all know, my style tends to run pretty dialogue-heavy, so i start new paragraphs (and, thus, content blocks!!!) pretty damn often. i did a quick check, and let it snow, at almost 19k, is 550 paragraphs. with this new system, i would be forced to upload it in three (3!!!!!) posts! even my shortest chapter of ego, at 8.8k, is 350 paragraphs, and i’d have to split it in two.

this is honestly a formatting nightmare as a writer, and this is a decision that is liable to drive content creators away from the site and change fandom culture as a whole. 

use tools

Can be taught to speak (like parrots)

Have huge brains for birds

like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee

They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things

they are scary smart at solving puzzles

some crows stay with their mates until one of them dies

they can remember faces

SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT.  They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows.  Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag.  But the nice guys with masks they left alone.  THEN, OH WE’RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WEREN’T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight.  THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES.

They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns.

Every day, I would watch Buck from my window until one day I opened it and started talking to him. He was small and gangly and he couldn’t caw right. His feathers were all over the place and I felt a kinship. So I made a deal with him. I told him that if he could do it, if he could fly, then I could find the strength to get up. Well… near the end of the season, after talking with him every day, I finally saw him get out of the nest. He went to the edge of his branch, braced himself, and jumped… and just before he hit the ground, he soared back up into the sky. I cheered harder than I ever had before.

That winter, Buck left the area. I was crestfallen. I felt like I’d lost a friend. But I was so damn proud of him. 

Cut to the next spring? I’m walking up the driveway one day when suddenly I hear a sound… a broken caw. I look up, and Buck is sitting in a tree above my head. He stared at me and puffed his feathers, then hopped down in front of me and cawed again. I was so damn thrilled, and I told him how proud I was of him. He ruffled his feathers and then soared off into his old tree. 

That summer? I heard two broken caws. One from Buck… and one from his chick.

i tried to get close and take a better look and one of them dived super low and tried to attack me. so i went back in the house and chopped some sliced raw meat and tossed it at him from a distance.

a few more times later, very soon after, they could tell i was trying to help, and did not attack me. i was “allowed” to walk up close and pick him up, he couldn’t drink water properly so i had to dip my finger in a bowl and stick it in his mouth.

i did this few times a day and it went on for about a week before he disappeared, i thought he recovered and left, but he came back the next day and lands on me, and i see him around the block quite often, and he would come sit on my shoulder for a few minutes and then fly away again. i feel like i’ve adopted a son.

As a side note, I volunteered at a rehab (Hope for Wildlife), where they were rehabbing a crow with a broken wing–who was named Russell Crow. He kept pulling his bandage off so a sleeve was cut off some old clothing and put on him like a little sweater. 

Holy shit. That crow wasn’t roadkill! Yet. I put my Jeep into park a few feet away. I jump out and avoid the oncoming traffic. I rush over to the crow. He’s bloody, wheezing, head oozing pus, wing broken, covered in bugs.

“Please don’t claw or savage me, I want to help,” I beg. I scoop him up, supporting his head and wings. I carefully wrap him in my extra car hoody. I place him in my front passenger seat. Then I book it for the WRC (they take in rescued and injured birds and small wildlife). I’m just babbling at the crow as I drive. Talking to him, saying ‘I’m going as fast as I can. Please don’t die. It’ll be okay.’ I don’t touch him unless I had to.

I get there. Carry him inside. They take him to the back. I fill out a form with some information. I was given a card with an ID number and phone numbers. I could call on my “rescue”. See if he makes it. I was told he’s in bad shape. They’ll do their best. He probably wouldn’t make it. He had numerous broken bones, his wing was broken, he’s got some illness in his lungs, mites, a concussion, and an infected head wound.

I called a week later. Learned his gender. They said he was stable now, doing better, but not out of the woods yet. I lose the card not long after. I find it in August of 2016. I call to check in on him. He had a long recovery time for a rescued injured bird. But, he made a full recovery and was successfully released into the wild! I thought him each time I saw a crow. If they were in the road or beside it, I started slowing down. Gave them extra space if I could.

The story doesn’t end there.

That October I got married to an abusive spouse. We separated in November cause he tried to kill me. Divorce was a nightmare. May of 2017 is a low point in my life. Still trying to get divorced. My family home is being sold. My dog Eddie just passed away. I’m outside crying while I eat. I hear a crow caw. That gets my attention.

Some context, my neighbor hates crows. So much hate. He routinely shot at them one day and killed three or so. They left my neighborhood after that. I hadn’t heard or seen a crow by my house in years (for good reason). But, for the first time in many years, I heard a crow’s caw.

I look up. There, not ten feet away was a crow. I was stunned. He was watching me, staying out of reach. But he was really close for a wild animal. I wipe away some tears and smile at him.

“Aren’t you a brave one? I thought you guys avoided my neighborhood cause my neighbor shots crows on sight,” I say. I figure he wants my food. I toss him a piece of cheese. He goes for it.

The crow chilling in my yard had a gnary scar. A big one on his head. In the same spot the crow I rescued had a huge, puss-filled injury. I realized that this was the crow I rescued a year ago. Exactly one year since he was released into the wild, he managed to find me. Risked death to check in on me. After that? My luck started getting improving. I got the news my Divorce was finalized. I found stuff I feared lost inside my house. I found purpose after losing hope.

To this day, if I can, I leave little bits of food if I see crows. After my mom sold the house and I moved, I always found my new residences full of crows. They routinely caw a greeting at me. I wave and say hi. I chase away stray cats who I find stalking crows who are eating food I left out for them.

“I think the act of carrying something that is normally found in our bedroom out into the light is supposed to mirror the way I’ve talked to the media and talked to different news channels, etc,” Emma continues in the full video which you can watch here.

So, I just want to go into HOW MUCH Columbia and the NYPD has failed, and revictimized, Emma Sulkowitz.

What I really love about this ‘mattress performance’ is that other students helped her carry her mattress across campus.

Visitor: [looks around incredulously] “But why? There’s no one else here.”

Me: “...well...there’s me?”

obvious warning for homophobia, transphobia, etc. in the link above.

I was born there. I have countless of LGBT friends there, and the fact that this is happening in the year 2020 is inhumane and terrifying. 

If you’re Polish, vote in the upcoming election. If you’re not polish, please spread the carrd around.

I wanted to draw something to show support for BLM, and it was an easy decision for me to draw Miles. The quote is from Stan Lee, written over 50 years ago in 1968, and it’s still (sadly) just as relevant today.

Labia comes in all shapes and sizes. So don’t be ashamed if yours are bigger or smaller.

Yeast infections are normal and can happen to anyone, even virgins.

Vaginal discharge is NORMAL.

Vaginas are acidic enough to bleach fabric.

It’s NOT normal nor SAFE for vaginas to smell like sunshine’s and flowers. So leave it be.

Having sex has no correlation on how tight your vagina is

Sex is NOTHING like what pornhub posts or what smut tells you(lmao no shade, y’all the real mvp)

Sex is a beautiful thing. But it’s even more beautiful when it’s with the right person. So don’t feel pressured to lose your virginity quickly or have sex with anyone who you aren’t comfortable with.

31. “Oh, believe me, the whole house knows every detail. You’re loud.” 

Jihoon x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1835

Contents: fingering, teasing, degradation, name calling (whore, slut), begging, unprotected sex

You were far too weak for Jihoon. He enjoyed making you just a little bit flustered. He never teased too much but he knew just what would get to you the most and today he’d been more mischievous and touchy than usual. It made enough sense, you had both been busy and it had been a while but he usual came over to your place when he wanted sex. Today he had been touching you the whole time you’d been over, texting and whispering things to you just to mess with you a little.

But you really couldn’t resist him when he spent all day telling you the things he might do to you. So you found yourself in his lap with your face nestling against his neck, biting down hard on your lip. His fingers had far too easily undone your shorts and slipped into your panties. They found their way between your legs and he made it clear that he was far from patient.

31. “It doesn’t have to be on the bed.”

63. “Don’t tease me.”

Warnings: smut, hoshi is a little shit.

Note: sorry Woozi…it had to be done 

DRABBLE GAME || ASK || MASTERLIST 

It was the lights. 

The dim sensual lights in Woozi’s studio is what had you feeling the way you were. You had arrived moments ago after Soonyoung had texted you to met up for lunch, but seeing as he wasn’t done yet. You had sat down on the leather couch and watched as he worked. 

“Babe!” Soonyoung called out. You shook your heard coming out of your daze, your eyes locking into his. “I’ve been calling out for you, for a while now what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours.”