about 90% of fanfiction takes place in a utopia where men are thoughtful and unsure of their place in the world

i love top gun because what is life if not mid comebacks, songs on loop and homoeroticism

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

i need all the help i can get for finals

I could use some luck

i could too

I Saw The Money Grow

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has anyone noticed that after the porn ban of 2018 tumblr was essentially killed from the mainstream and everyone flocked to other social media sites like twitter and meta. then those sites got enshittified to where twitter became Nazi Central and meta sites had an entire meme around getting “zucced” aka mark zuckerberg himself would ban you for saying a no-no word like fuck. and then the mainstream shifted to tiktok where infamous toddlerspeak sentences like “he got unalived by a pew pew” were born because if you once again say a no-no word like kill or gun or any other word that isn’t corporate i mean kid friendly then the algorithm will bury your post into the ground. and somehow we’ve come full circle and tumblr is now the most bearable social media site because although we can’t have female presenting nipples we can at least talk to each other like adults. has anyone noticed that at all or is it just me and the flaming skull

i open tumblr. i go into the tags of a movie about a woman who was an early preacher of radical gender equality and every single post is about some male side character. i close tumblr.

my storytelling flaw is that I love it when characters hate themselves, I love when they hate the communities they're part of, I love it when they have internalized isms, I love it when they externalize those isms, I love it when they're assimilationists, I love it when they betray themselves and everyone around them, this makes me very bad at watching and reading progressive stories

when a child goes to Build-A-Bear and constructs a teddy from the parts available no one bats an eye, but when I, Victor Frankenstein,