Still Falling...

but it's an entirely new level of tragic when somebody you've actually spoken to gets turned into a bot account. it's like peeking at a zombie apocalypse through the window and realizing one of the shambling corpses was your friend.

and then the zombie catches sight of you, lurches up to your window, and shouts through the glass that they accidentally reported your account to tumblr and you'll be deactivated unless you click this link.

if you get something like this ↑ they're gonna follow up by instructing you to contact tumblr support on discord and give you contact info; or they're gonna link a website that looks sort of like tumblr support and say you have to email them; or any variety of "you must now contact tumblr, here is how you contact tumblr."

whatever they send you, it Does Not lead to tumblr. it leads to the master zombie that bit them and inducted them into the ranks of the undead, and will bite you the second they have your email and password. i might be confusing zombies and vampires. anyway,

it's easier to fall for these messages because the blog doesn't LOOK like a bot blog, because it ISN'T a bot blog. it's a normal person's blog that got accessed by a bot, meaning the blog's content CLEARLY looks like a real active user when you click on it. and yes—it might even be a blog you already know. sometimes bots like this go down a blog's DMs or reblogs and message people they've previously interacted with.

📷 Thomas Vijayan

“Soulmates.” Hob says, simply, and it feels like old magic to speak it into existence, to forge the bond between them into words at last. “You and I are soulmates. And I think that you are lonely, that you need and miss me when we’re apart… just as much as I miss you.”

“Soulmates.” The Stranger repeats, flatly, his sonorous voice barely a rumbling growl. “Hob Gadling, we are not soulmates.”

If I asked you now Will you be my prince Will you lay down your armour And be with me forever When you open me All the power in me moves How you want to see All the depths of me real When you open me All the power in me moves I feel real

(Two men in Love - The Irrepressibles)

Knight of the Dreaming

This just somehow…happened?? I don’t even know anymore where to put my love for this character, can I just have him in my dreams forever pleeeease? have a Shakespeare sonnet instead of my rambling:

Terracotta figurine of a fox scratching his neck (Greek, late 6th–early 5th century B.C.)

*reluctant sigh*

*scrolls back up*