#attempt 4 to get this into the tag... tumblr please........

[asalesbian]

“That thing is dead, Akilah.” “What are you talking about?”

extremely belated fanart for the Yellowjackets October prompt 'dream sequence / hallucination / haunting of choice'

[still images under the cut]

#yellowjackets #akilah yellowjackets #akilah #nugget the mouse #yellowjackets fanart #fanart #yjhive #my fanart #mine #animation #*yj #mice cw #scopo / #flashing gifs cw #glitch cw #death cw #yes akilah & nugget art again <3 i made the first one around when ep 4 aired so i didn't get to do anything messed up with it yet #akilah's huge smile every time she looks at that mouse is sooo sweet. first on my list when i learn to draw teeth lol #id in alt #attempt 4 to get this into the tag... tumblr please........ #*100 #*250

[hussyknee]

i'm so confused rn, can you explain the goncharov thing?? i get off tumblr for five minutes

(Edits closed as of 28 Nov.)

Lmaoooo

Nah I getchu. So this post has been circulating for like two years:

Link to post.

But yesterday, it had inspired someone to do this:

Link to post.

Next thing I knew there were fake Letterboxed reviews.

Goncharov moodboards. Really good ones.

Link to post.

Meta analysis. So many fake meta essays. Disturbingly good ones. And of course the memes. (Edit: HAVE I SAID THIS SHIT IS DISTURBING)

As you can see, the myth just started to grow, characters and ships and tropes being added one after the other, almost bizzarely without contradiction, until there was enough of shape to the whole thing for people to start posting fanfic about it on AO3. "No beta we die like ice-pick Joe" is already a tag.

Link to post.

It was hilarious in the beginning, but the way it's developed within less than a day, kind of like it's being willed into existence, is freaking me out a bit. We're toying with powers beyond our comprehension. 😂😂😂

Link to post.

Of course, there could be an ulterior motive as well.

Link to post (tags mine).

Edit: guys, please tag these posts "unreality" so people with disassociation issues can filter them out (not this one, this is an explainer). <3

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Edit 2: Aparently the boots in the original post are actually referring to a movie called Gomorrah that came out in 2008, directed by Mateo Garrone, based on the Scampia Feud. And other people had also been making posts about the fake movie for a while before the poster took off.

found by @thepotch

Edit 3: Explainer: why did those boots have this movie on them anyway?

Edit 4: Alt text added to all images courtesy of @valentineish ❤️

Edit 5: Turns out tumblr has done this kind of thing before. Nine years in this hell place and I had to have "Squiddles" and penis smp explained in the replies.

Edit 6: This post collects the Lore so far.

Edit 7: Lynda Carter (real one)/ earns more/ Tumblr cred.

Edit 8: Holy shit y'all we have the theme music. With sheet music. And it's on Spotify!

Edit 9: THERE IS A TRAILER WITH THE THEME MUSIC

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I made this post 18 hours after the movie poster went up. Closed edits 27 hours after first posting. So all of the above happened within 45 hours of the movie poster going up.

Edit 10: Google document live-compiling all the lore so far (Day 3)

Edit 11: Masterpost of Goncharov soundtracks (Day 3)

Edit 12: Entertainment news articles covering the Gonch-posting (real) (Contd from yday)

Edit 13: The music from the masterpost all compiled into a 31-minute original score with video edits on YouTube (edit: unfortunately taken down)

Edit 14: Staff's Goncharov art showcase for Tumblr Tuesday

As of closing on Day 3 there are 371 works in the AO3 tag.

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Updating with Day 3 shenanigans I missed yesterday:

Edit 15: Goncharov TV Tropes page

Edit 16: Ethics of Gonchposting

Important PSA 1 (how to reduce harm to Tumblr's neurodivergents)

Important PSA 2 (reality affirmation, anti-bullying)

Important PSA 3 (why you should stop trying to vandalise legit information sites)

Edit 17: Character lore from beezlebub whose poster they originated from

Edit 18: What we know about/ Director Matteo JWHJ0715 (#unreality)

Edit 19: Link to post with screenshotted and described NYT article (scroll down) and this golden exerpt from BuzzFeed: 💀

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End of Day 4 there are now 485 works in the Goncharov tag on AO3

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Didn't get to update this on Day 5, so these are the Day 5 doings:

More trailers!

Trailer 1 (My favourite)

Trailer 2

Trailer 3

Trailer 4

I also just found out about the Goncharov Game Jam.

It appears this opened a day after after the meme took off.

Goncharov was first entered into Wikipedia between Day 4 and 5 (attempts to vandalise it with fake info don't count, incidentally – please knock that shit off) under List of Internet Phenomena. This was then expanded into its own Wikipedia page at the end of Day 5 because, according to the talk history: "the topic now meets the notability threshold for its own artice due to significant coverage in The New York Times and other sources cited." We're on Wikipedia, people!

And then we made The Guardian half a day later. So while the meme is definitely dying down to embers by now, it still stays winning.

YouTube channels with episodes on the meme:

InformOverlord (4:30)

Lessons in Meme Culture (2:43)

End of Day of 5 there were 511 works on AO3, and End of Day 6 (today) there are 556.

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🚨BREAKING 🚨 from Martin Scorsese's daughter's TikTok (real actual)

tw: unreality:

We did it you guys!

Clarification: Francesca Scorcese asked her Dad about the meme and Martin played along. Please reblog this PSA to help Tumblr people with psychosis. Thanks.

Final edit: Day 8. Media reactions to Scorcese's TikTok (everyone from Forbes to Vulture). That one Tumblr user who said they'd do a screenplay if their post got notes has promised to shoot a single scene, but please don't be dicks just because you reblogged it; leave them alone until they get around to it themselves. As of end of Day 8 there are 609 works in the AO3 tag. I love all you lunatics. Peace! ❤️

#goncharov 1973 #reasons i can never leave this hellsite #we've ascended from pirating criterion movies to straight up manifesting them into existence #get on our level twits #knee of huss #goncharov #tumblr lore #tumblr memes #tumblr culture

[dtrghost]

closeness and proximity

Side note: This is my first ever tumblr fic, so uh, be gentle!! moving on!

pairing: ghost x f!reader

synopsis: callsign is sunshine, because you're anything but. team 141 thought ghost was bad? at least they could crack a smile out of the guy from time to time, you? you were stone faced, all day, every day. until one day you're not, not with a certain someone anyway.

warnings: inaccurate military language and sequences, violence, angst, descriptions of interrogation and torture, INTENSE gore (imo), cursing, allusions to mental illness (reader has sociopathic tendencies) you get the gist. If you have a weak stomach or faint heart, please do not read this, like please.

I'd also like to start this off by saying that the mc is not a good person, and that is on purpose. I've seen a lot of the angel fics where ghost falls for his antithesis, so I decided to try something new. So here, please forgive any mistakes.

if this does become a series there will most likely be smut because,,, yes.

(update it's becoming a series so if someone wants to be tagged for that lmk cause i have so many ideas for this)

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word count: 3.4k

"Sunshine how copy?" Ghost's gruff, static filled voice called through coms, scope checking the parameters of the building she found herself held up in. She didn't respond at first, busy fighting for her life in a basement underneath the building they weren't aware of.

The deeper she went the harder it was to understand what was being relayed to her, so she settled on doing it on her own. He listened to a man grunt, their body dropping to the floor under her boot as she took a deep breath.

"There's a basement underground, coms are cutting out. I'm taking charge on clearing the basement. I'll report when I get to the surface. Sunshine out." She loathed her callsign with a passion. To speak it caused a burning hatred to spark in the lowest depths of her heart and made her cringe horribly. However, she knew it was better than letting everyone know her real name, so she dealt with it.

Ghost sighed, knowing she couldn't be stopped once she started. She had been on a few missions together in the past few years, he knew she was uptight and lacked the emotional capacity to make friends with others. It made him wonder why, what could've been that bad to freeze her heart over and shrink it to the size of the pebble he was crushing under his foot as he shifted uncomfortably. People would try and try to thaw her out, yet always failed.

He waited, taking out strays that attempted to heed the possible rescue requests that came from that basement, and patiently waited.

"This is Sunshine, basement cleared. Might wanna come take a look at this." His eyebrows furrowed, affirming the request and making his way down quickly, not wanting to stay in the open for too long. He made his way to the basement, eyes widening at the various bodies that trailed to wherever she was down there.

Had she done this all by herself?

He followed the bodies all the way to her, lights flickering, casting a bland white light on the concrete walls. seeing her digging through an opened trunk in a room filled with them.

"Weapons. American." Sunshine reported, glancing at him as he took his place next to her, seeing the American flag painted onto the inside of the lid. She turned at the sound of a groan, a soldier she left alive rousing to consciousness.

"Fuckin' hell. This mission was to take out ultranationalists." Ghost sighed. She didn't respond, the task force member watching her turn on her heel and grab the soldier by vest, throwing him against the wall with impressive strength. Blood flowed out of the back of his head, smearing against the wall as he slowly slid to the floor. He had never seen her in interrogation, but he had heard from those who have.

Brutal, heartless, some had to exit the room.

He wouldn't. He's witnessed plenty of torture tactics, even had to rely on some himself to get information necessary for national security. But this is another reason why they called her 'Sunshine', because to others she didn't feel remorse for what she did, some said she enjoyed it even, that her eyes brightened like the sun peaking over the horizon. Whether that was true or not he'd figure out now, as eager as he was. He watched her take out her knife, flipping it in her hand as she crouched to the soldier's level.

"Where'd they come from." She asked simply, keeping an even tone that surprised Ghost. He expected something more fierce, intimidating, but it was as if she was starting a conversation with a normal person. The victim attempted to spit in her face, but with a quick turn on the head it landed on the floor behind her. Her knife dug itself into his foot, his cries of pain echoing in the basement as she twisted it. The sounds of his bones cracking made Ghost shiver.

"Where'd they come from. Who sold them to you." She persisted, her face void of all emotion as she ripped the blade out of his foot. She sighed, turning to ghost who stood in the back, surveying the action. His eyebrows furrowed as she pointed to the door with her knife.

"Wait outside. This might take awhile." At first he didn't move, but the hint of impatience in her eyes spooked him out, for reasons unknown to him, but instinct told him to listen. So he slowly retreated and stood watch outside for anyone either getting up or rushing down the stairs. Y/N turned back to her victim, seeing two loops with chains hanging off of them imbedded into the wall. She tied his arms up, leaving his body sagging down.

Ghost listened to her repeat her questions, and when she didn't get an answer, a shout would follow. But those shouts turned to ear-piercing screams very quickly. He listened to pleads and begs of mercy to understand him, that he couldn't say anything out fear to what they'd do to him.

"Imagine what I'll do next if I don't get the response I want." She'd respond.

The bones cracking, the retch of vomiting, blood splattering onto the cold concrete.

"If you think you can outlast me, that I'll get tired of this and stop for the night to let you regain some of your humanity, you're wrong. Because unfortunately for you sweetheart." The blade tore through his skin, another bellow of pain emerging from his throat as he squirmed in his place. They were both coated in blood, her eyes dull and her ears tuning out the noise. To her, it was as if he was silent, his screams didn't penetrate through to her, and talked and talked until it drove him mad.

"I don't have all night, and I'm getting impatient. You won't die, I wouldn't allow that. I went through med school, graduated top of my class with a doctorate in Neuroscience. I know how to break." Which was evident as his leg was broken and facing different directions from the knee down to his toes.

"And I know how to fix. I'll keep you alive a lot longer than the night, and I'll do a lot worse. So if you want this to end, start talking, or you're in for a long week." Simon wondered what she was doing. His mind went over the possibilities until her victim finally cracked after the final scream he unleashed into the empty basement. He detailed a secret arms trade between an ally of the United States' and another country, which would lead to the likeliness of intentions for them.

War.

Y/N huffed, ripping off a piece of the soldiers shirt that wasn't soaked in sweat, blood, or vomit, which was a very small one, and wiping her hands clean as best as she could.

"Could've said that 10 minutes ago. Now, you'll bleed out within the next 5. Shame." Ghost listened to his anguished sobs as footsteps approached him, turning around from the entrance to see her, covered in blood. His eyes widened slightly, noticing a piece of...

Her eyes followed his to her vest, noticing a very small piece of flesh sitting between her shirt and gear before flicking it off to the side.

"Hopefully he didn't have HIV." She joked, but there was no humor in her voice, no sign of her finding it funny at all, as if she said it to just say it. Ghost didn't respond, he wasn't sure how. He slowly moved to look inside the room, the curiosity of what she did to the soldier eating him alive, until she grabbed his roughly.

"Don't." The word sent shivers down his spine, and he knew better than the disobey as she had operational command authority, and would likely court martial him if he had. So he took a step back and maintained eye contact, radioing in to Price.

"Captain, this is Ghost. How copy." He called, his gruff voice bringing a smile to her lips that he couldn't see due to her mask which was just a boring black one, decorated with blotches of drying blood that lightened up enough to see. "This is Price."

"We found weapons and gear, they're American." He went onto explain the situation, being weary of his mission leader walking around him in circles, waiting impatiently as he reported their findings.

"Copy that. I'll transfer this to Lanswell. Good work, report back to base for debrief."

"Copy, Ghost out." He connected his radio back to his vest. She took out her pistol, leading him to pull out his own. The behavior she exhibited was one he hadn't seen often, and it led to a deep mistrust he couldn't shake. She smirked, turning around, walking back in the room, and confirming her kill with a bullet between the eyes before reappearing in front of him.

He looked at her suspiciously as she gestured to the stairs, wondering who trained her, who made her into what she is now. She wasn't normal, not like the rest of them, she had no signs of remorse, care, or empathy for the people she killed, and she killed them with ease. Over 30 soldiers in one cramped basement and she came out unscathed, in tip top shape. He followed her out and made it to the landing zone where a helicopter came to pick them up.

She was silent the whole way back, Price being there to greet the two before they sat through debrief.

"Sunshine, we have orders from headquarters to have you join Task Force 141. Ghost is to watch over you. An official introduction will be made tomorrow." Price announced, not missing the tightened grip of Ghost's fist on the table.

"Copy that captain." She responded in her usual tone, only fueling Ghost's anger as he turned to glare at her, though she only ignored him, keeping her gaze unwavering on Price.

"Hit the showers soldier." Price dismissed, Y/N being the first to leave. But before she did, she turned to look down at her new partner.

"Happy to be on the team, Mr. Riley." It took his everything to not jump to his feet and knock her out, holding his breath to calm himself down as she walked away, the door shutting behind her. He hated that she had power over him, and worse that she rubbed it in his face.

"There's no chance in hell I'll stand for her being on my team." He immediately threw at him, standing up in his seat with his finger pressing firmly on the table in front of him.

"First, it's my team. Second, It's not my choice, orders are orders." Ghost growled lowly, clearly upset over the lack of fighting to keep her off, to keep her away to those he held near and dear to his heart, even if that wasn't too close to begin with. He saw her as a danger, an immediate threat, someone who belonged in an institution before they saw the battlefield.

"Then send an appeal. She's a war criminal. Tell em that!" He snapped.

"Bloody hell we're all war criminals. Then we'll be stuck in prison with her and you'll complain some more." Price groaned, rubbing his forehead, clearly irritated by his soldier's insistence.

"Not like that. Not how she is. She'll kill one of us before we get the next mission, hell she parade around our bodies like a joker and hail-" Price's hand slammed on the table, cutting his lieutenant off.

"Quiet." Ghost went silent, sighing deeply as he waited for Price to gather the right words, to somehow ease his mistrust in her, though he doubted she could do that. He watched as he shut the door and locked it, keeping his voice hushed, standing closer to his comrade.

"This is classified information, what I say stays in this room and is to never be discussed with anyone else. Is that understood lieutenant." Ghost's eyes widened for a moment before nodding in affirmation, waiting for his captain to continue.

"She- she wasn't brought up normally. As a great many soldiers weren't, hence why many of them join the ranks in the first place. She was a prodigy, she became a seal at 17, and on her second mission she was set up, deserted, and kidnapped. Nobody knows what happened to her in there, a search team was sent out, but she wasn't found til a few months later, and when she came out after she was different."

She was a child.

That's all Ghost could thing about. God knows what happened to her in there, and he didn't want to think about it.

"She exhibited sociopathic tendencies, she was closed off, didn't speak for a very long time. She failed psychological evaluation requirements, depression, ptsd, ecetera. Even then they sent her back out on missions a couple months later." Simon's eyes blew open, Price nodding glumly.

"Missions? Fuckin' hell, she needs help not special ops." He sneered, not at Price, but his anger was seeping through at rates he couldn't control. He was angry, how could they do that to someone? Did they not care, not even a little bit for her life? Her wellbeing?

"I know. But they're not taking her out any time soon, and now that she's on our team the least we can do is try to help her. I knew her before she became this. She was a kind soul." His voice dropped to a whisper, as if reminiscing, and he was. Her bright eyes, so full of potential when they met for her first mission, how she wheezed when she laughed. She was a kid, and it hurt his heart thinking about what she turned into over the last 6 years. Ghost nodded, silently agreeing to his motives before Price simply waved him off.

Simon hit the showers, scrubbing off the dirt and gunpowder that clung to his skin, watching the water turn black as the face paint drizzled down into it. The captain's words ran through his head over and over, the words going in one ear, through his brain, and out the other in a constant circle. He knew firsthand how corrupt his line of work could be, but that didn't make him any less angry when it revealed itself to him in the ways it did.

When he exited, fully dried and clothed with his mask back on, he passed by Y/N's room, noticing the light peaking out from underneath the door. He sighed quietly, his hand coming up and knocking on the door.

"It's open." Her cold voice responded, though it sounded more distant than before. He twisted the knob and let the door open, seeing her laying on her cot in deep thought. He went to question her, until he realized that she probably listened in on their conversation.

"You were listening." She nodded once, curtly and formally before sitting up and turning to look at him. Her eyes narrowed for a moment, analyzing every aspect about him. He felt like he was being stripped naked just by her look, his soul bare for her to look into.

Her eyes drifted over his exposed arms, the sleeveless tank he wore leaving them on display. He was a big guy, his arms were veined and muscled, tattoos filling up a majority of the space, combined with scars that passed through some of them. The top he wore was a bit tight, outline his chest in an attractive way, but she forced her eyes away, knowing he already caught onto what she was staring at.

"Price is right. I wasn't always like this. And I think he was the only one to notice, or at least point it out." She began, drawing attention away from the fact she just checked him out shamelessly.

"Wasn't right, what happened to you." He replied stiffly. She snickered, standing up. He watched her pace the room, twisting a knife in her hands, causing him to tense. She noticed.

"I'm not going to stab you lieutenant." She reassured, though it didn't help at all as she went on. She wasn't sure what she felt, confused for sure, as to why she was unable to emotionally process her emotions or evaluate the information she heard, as if her mind was barring her from contextualizing her state of mind. She knew she wasn't normal, but she couldn't bring herself to accept it and label herself.

"I was 17 when I was taken, you know that. Had a rough upbringing, I won't explain that to you now." She wasn't sure where she was going with this, and neither was he, but he'd listen for a bit to try and understand her more, maybe to trust her more now that she was his teammate. "I can feel emotion you know. Only to a certain degree, I can empathize. Fleeting, but it's there sometimes. I do feel some remorse, but you know how we are in this field. Weakness will get you killed, so you internalize it, you keep it buried underneath everything else, and because my everything else was stripped away with me, it just sits in here." She tapped her temple and shrugged. He understood what she meant, he did that too. He withheld his shame, his guilt, and his remorse, remaining a stone cold figure in the field. He saved the emotional crap for his time alone where he could deal with it in the way he knew how.

"You just let it sit there then?" He pressed, crossing his arms over his chest. She nodded.

"Don't know what to do with it. Lost my sense of self and all I know is this job. I do try though, I try to force some tears like I've seen others do, but the only time these.. feelings present themselves is on my missions, which is why everyone thinks I enjoy it. But I don't, for the record, I just can't control it like you guys do. And I envy you for that." His eyes widened slightly.

"Envy, huh."

"Mhm. You can talk to each other, find common ground and relate, make friends and connections. I can't because I don't feel like you guys do. And then you demonize me and outcast me more than I already am, so. Oops." He thought she was getting upset, but she wasn't, there was not a hint of anger or sadness or negative emotion in her person whatsoever, none that he could see anyway. Her arms were loose and carefree as she swung them around every time she turned her heel to pace back in the direction she just walked in.

"We can help you." Her first sign of feeling was an eye roll with a steady irritated gaze. But she didn't say anything. The idea of needing help repulsed her beyond anything else, made her want to punch a wall and scream, her eyes widened. Anger. There it is, outside of a mission too. She hummed, looking back at him.

"Alright Casper." He grunted, displeased by the new nickname which made her smile widen cheekily. She searched his eyes for a moment, finding entertainment in the small flames in his amber eyes, how they flickered and danced when he found something humorous, how they died out when he found something unamusing or boring, how they raged when he grew angry or determined to finish something with a newfound passion.

She liked to think he had that burn in his eyes when Price spoke to him about the notion of helping her, hoping that he'd care that much even if she didn't want the help, or perhaps she did, that would explain the want would it not? That was a thought for later. For now she'd do her job the way she knew how, she wouldn't change, not yet, not that she knew how anyway.

"We're going out for a drink tomorrow night, care to tag along." He offered, jousting his chin up at her in a heads up manner.

"I don't drink." She replied, monotone as she laid down on her cot, shutting her eyes with a sigh. He watched her body sink into the bed, all stress and tension releasing, and he took that as his dismissal. He shut the door behind him, releasing a breath and walking back to his room, confused and tired where he slept on the day's events.

Though he was curious on how tomorrow would turn out.

And that's it! If you want a series out of this let me know!! It's my first fic and I'll probably binge a bunch because I feel like writing. I'm still trying to figure out the whole border thing I wanna make everything aesthetic or whatever but yeah.

See you guys next time!!

#simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #ghost x reader #ghost call of duty #fanfic #call of duty #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley smut #simon riley imagine #simon ghost x reader #ghost cod x reader #cod ghost #cod x reader #cod mw2 #cod mw price #cod modern warfare

[allilcat]

Ive been noticing an increase amount of Dreamtwt refugees, and let me preface with saying: Welcome!!! Genuinely, we lovingly welcome you to this happy lil community.

That being said, Tumblr is confusing, between the big etiquette book and the interface that hasn’t changed since 2008 there is a lot to learn. So this is my little attempt to a welcome guide tailored to our lil dream community! Feel free to add your own recommendations and stuff.

Tumblr is a Blogging site, a goog ol relic from ye olden days, your ‘profile’ is your blog, and you can put anything you like on there! However, please do change your avatar and background, we have a massive bot issue here and we tend to auto block someone with a standard avatar.

The main tags for the dream team are as follows: - just their entire usernames, but, those do get hooped up in controversy from time to time. -Dreamblr for the content creator dream

-Dreblr, for C!Dream

-404blr for CC George

-pandasblr for CC Sapnap

-Dtblr for the Dream team

PLEASE REFRAIN FROM USING: #Dream, that’s for people actually posting about their dreams, and #myct as it is mostly used for general MYCT stuff, we prefer to stick to our own spaces.

‘how do I find people?’ you go to any of these tags, find someone you vibe with and click ‘follow’. The algorithm here sucks, and we don’t advice the ‘for you’ page.

On that note, the ‘like’ button is useless, use reblog instead! If you like someone’s hot take, art or stupid shit post, REBLOG. Its how we keep our fandom alive and active here :D

When you reblog you usually keep your comments in the tags, one only really uses the comment section when they DON’T want to reblog. (usually because of le discourse).

Send people asks! People love to chit chat, you can do it anonymously! Tell that one artist youd love to have their brain for lunch! Engage with everyone! We love discussion and open communication here. (prob since there is no real word limit to posts)

Tumblr has developed a nice ‘block liberally, no need to make a fus’ culture. You can block someone for any reason, and it really isn’t a big deal.

On the Tumblr is more relaxed note, we tend to be more relaxed on CC boundaries, since most CC’s do not use twitter. If you don’t like people breaking CC boundaries, even in places where they cant see it, follow the advice above and blockkkkk!!!

Please spell out words! Don’t censor triggering words at it can fuck with people’s filter settings, by censoring these words you put people in more risk.  

Now for some technical advice: Most tumblrina’s turn on ‘hide likes and follower count’ . Any blog can have 4 people following it or 4000, we like to keep it mysterious.

Also turn of ‘best content first’- once again, the algorithm is not to be trusted.

Furthermore, you can really personalize your Tumblr experience and please do! Under ‘account’ you can find many options to filter the content you see, make use of it, for your mental health sake.

#Dreamblr #404blr #pandasblr #dreamwastaken #sapnap #georgenotfound #dtblr

[call-sign-shark]

Tangled Desires (and Broken Innocence)

Summary: In the gritty streets of Birmingham, the Shelby brothers rule with an iron fist. The source of their success in the criminal underworld? Their loyalty to one another. Yet, everything changes when a mysterious girl named Lola Haze and her family arrive in town. Young, bratty, and irresistible in her short sundress, she stirs Tommy, Arthur, and John's curiosity. In her attempt to flee from a toxic home and the awful secrets she hides, Lola decides to ignite the three brothers' desire. Yet she soon understands that these violent delights can only have violent ends and that she will never escape this hell she created: a hell located between love and abuse with three men.

TW: Extreme violence, M/M/F/M, kidnapping, porn with plot, rough sex, huge age gap (Lola is legal), Dubcon, mention of child abuse, highly inspired by Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov and Lana Del Rey's song. We don't know Lola's real name so consider her (Y/N).

🫧 Playlist

🫧 Theme Song: Lolita by Lana Del Rey

🫧 Masterlist:

Coming soon on Tumblr too.

Chapter 1: Tumblr | AO3

Chapter 2: Tumblr | AO3

Chapter 3: Tumblr | AO3

Chapter 4: c o m i n g . . .

Chapter 5:

Chapter 6:

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

(More to come?)

🫧 Author's notes:

This will be a multi-chapter fic but the posting schedule will be irregular and I really don't know where I'm going with this. All I can tell you is that don't get fooled by the pink - this was supposed to be Halloween so it’s extremely dark, noncon and disturbing.

Also, I don't expect this to be popular. If you still want to be tagged just leave a little comment.

Please don't force yourself to read because you're my mutuals. It's okay to stay safe.

#Peaky blinders #Tommy shelby #Tommy shelby x yn #Tommy shelby imagine #Tommy shelby x oc #Arthur Shelby #arthur shelby x y/n #Arthur Shelby x oc #John Shelby #john shelby x y/n #John Shelby x oc #Peaky blinders x reader #Peaky blinders imagine #Tommy shelby smut #Arthur Shelby smut #John Shelby smut #Tangled Desires

[shygirl4991]

Chapter 4 Perfection

Art done by @alianarepasa do not repost Summary:  After the event of Splits into Three everything felt like things were back to normal, that is until Three’s boyfriend kicks down his front door announcing he has fallen under the same spell he did. Together they will learn the secret of the cherry potion and with SMG4 splits put an end to the evil gang's plan.  Sequel to Split into Threes

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Tags: Fluff, Angst, Comedy, Romance, action and adventure, Trauma, IGBP

Parent let out a sigh of relief when the crew finally found the kids, he turned to the others with a huge smile “Now that we know the kiddos are safe, let's head back to the castle and I will make us all dinner!” Ringmaster glares at Parent as he turns watching Three and Four trying to stop Beeg from stealing candy, he then turns to the other group where Delinquent and Producer got tied up by Karen's kids as Artist giggles at the chaos. “Parent, I know you're a naive one. BUT HAVE YOU NOTICE THE CHILDREN HAVE RUN WILD TO GO BACK HOME?!” he sighs as he changes the form of his cane to a lasso and throws it catching Beeg and bringing him over.  With a clap he unties Beeg and hands the child to Parent to then tie up the other kids “The day is saved by your favorite character, your welcome!”

Still giggling Artist unties Delinquent and Producer, with a growl Delinquent walks up to Ringmaster “Your not the favorite character, i bet the whole internet sees you as a fucking joke!” hearing this Ringmaster chuckles “Oh D just cause you act like our local bad boy, doesn't mean you earn the title of favorite! Shall I show you?” Delinquent gives a knowing grin “Oh please, search your name.” Parent gives a gentle head pat to Beeg as he starts walking to the castle. Seeing Parent forgetting Karen's kids, Artist went and took them home with Four to watch over the personality.  Ringmaster waves his cane telling them how excited he was to see fan art of himself, Three was holding Producer’s hand as they walked together to the castle. Three couldn't help his eyes moving towards the man in orange. Something about the personality felt off, he would make sure to step away from the others and seem to have a hobby of glaring at him every chance he gets. 

As they reach the castle Parent attempts to place Beeg on the floor, still upset about the candy incident he reaches for Parent sweater pulling it. Noticing too late the meme child tugging at the sweater Parent ends up slamming down to the floor. Seeing this Delinquent breaks into small giggles while Three sighs letting go of producer to check on the green four on the floor “You okay? That looked pretty bad, I'm sure SMG4 felt it.”  Parent starts crying, slowly he gives him a strained smile “Never better honey, my kiddo was just pulling a prank!”  Three helps him up and checks to make sure no damage was done to the personality. Producer gives Delinquent a small smile and walks up to him “It’s nice to see a real smile from you,” Delinquent hearing this glares at Producer “shut it PD, i need to go show our almighty main character what the internet thinks of him.” with that Ringmaster walks into the room with a smirking Delinquent. It took only a few moments before screaming caught everyone's attention “I LOOK NOTHING LIKE A RAT AND FLYING TEETH!” 

@lizaluvsthis drew this!

Parent removes his sweater and hangs it up before turning to Three “Should we be worried about that?” SMG3 chuckles as he sees Ringmaster walking out of the room in shock “Nah tumblr will do that to you.” Three walks up to Ringmaster and pats his back “Congrats you're popular, as a meme!” Ringmaster pouts as SMG3 chuckles at the personality. Delinquent dashes out the room not noticing that Three was in the way, he bumps into the man causing a drop of the hidden coffee to fall on Three’s arm. Delinquent cursed as he looked up “Move out of the way asshole!” Suddenly Three started to feel weird. He growls as his teeth get sharper, the spade pin glows as he turns to look at Delinquent “THE FUCK YOU SAY TO ME YOU LITTLE SHIT!” 

The personalities turn watching the fight concerned,  Delinquent chuckles walking up to Three “Ah finally showing yourself, i always knew you had this in you.” he smirks at the man then frowns feeling someone pull him away. Prince glares at  Delinquent “You have upset our fair maiden, I request you apologies or stay away!” SMG3 blushes at Prince's smile making the heart pin glow. His head was starting to hurt as both the spade pin and heart pin glowed, Three lets out a giggle winking at Prince “Aren't you a storybook romeo~” Prince's face goes red as he lets out a nervous giggle “Ah yes i um…i guess i am?” flustered, the Prince had no idea what to say next as  Delinquent rolled his eyes. SMG4 walks in and notices the commotion “Uh what's going on?” Artist sighs walking up to them.  The moment Artist gets close, the last pin glows, the pain in SMG3 head gets worse as he falls to his knees. Concern Artist and Prince run to check him, their touch causes SMG3 to scream “SHUT UP YOU ALL ARE TO LOUD!” the pair take a step back while  Delinquent lets out a dark smile “Interesting…” 

SMG4 runs up “Guys move!” The personalities step away as Four helps SMG3 up “Come on Three let's go to the cafe.” They walk to the cafe where Four gently places Three on the couch in the back room, he starts looking around for a first aid kit. He can feel anxiety sinking its teeth into him, the feeling he is failing Three on his first day of being his boyfriend. He lets out a shaky breath catching SMG3 attention, slowly he gets up gently taking Four’s hand “Hey idiot, you're overthinking so much you're shaking like producer.” 

Four lets out a giggle, if you told him back then that he would find comfort in being called an idiot, he would more than likely fight you. Turning, he lightly blushes looking at Three’s face “Sorry, we just started dating and I have no idea what I'm doing. Then the personalities happen and that's even more stress!”  SMG3 nods giving him a smirk “Wow the youtuber SMG4 not knowing what to do? Stop the presses." The teasing tone made Four roll his eyes as he lightly hit his chest. They both smile at each other as they lean in giving each other a soft loving kiss. They pull away when they hear the door to the cafe slam open “SMG3 WE HAVE A PROBLEM!” Meggy walks to the back to see the pair glaring at her “Did i…walk in on something?” 

Three sighs turning to Meggy “Squid, there better be a good reason why you walked in on us.” she nods “We came over to hang out only to see six different Four’s!” hearing her words they exchange a look nervously.

Four follows Meggy telling Three to rest, he wasn't a fan of staying behind but decided it would be best due to what happened. As he watches them run off an idea comes to him, he takes out an old sewing kit and hums as he starts to make something. He wanted to give something that he hoped would give strength to Four, seeing how stress these events had on him made Three worry.

SMG4 walks in the castle to see each member with a different personality. Artist was with Melony showing her better ways to draw manga, Ringmaster and Saiko were getting along over their stage set up ideas. He turns to see Parent humming, making spaghetti as Mario breathes down his neck. And lastly, Producer was getting a motivational speech from Tari and boopkin. Delinquent was writing in a notebook as Bob walked past him “I UH HAVE TO GO MAKE A CALL!” 

Four nods letting Bob leave as he looks over his different personality “I thought things would have been worse?” Meggy shakes her head “They are you, no matter what you will always have a spot for your friends.” hearing her words make Four bite his lip. That's When Parent, Producer and Delinquent eyes start to glow. Seeing this Meggy slightly shakes Four “Hey uh Four?! What's going on?!” He blinks looking around causing the three to relax as their eyes go back to normal. Delinquent rubs his eyes “When our original gets triggered, be it with inspiration or whatever that personality eyes will glow. So stop looking at us like we are some kind of alien, you dumbasses have more to worry about.”  Meggy frowns hearing this and looks at Four “What… were you thinking about?” Four lets out a laugh as he walks away from her “Nothing! We have a new castle so anything in the past is the past!” 

Meggy shakes her head “Four you can talk to us if you're not doing okay, you know that right?” SMG4 glares at her as his eyes start to turn pink “WHAT POINT OF IM OKAY DONT YOU UNDERSTAND!” Everyone stays silent while Parent and Mario hug each other in fear. Delinquent sighs as he sprints out of the room, Meggy stares at the guardian in shock. Before anyone can say anything, Four shakes his head in fear and runs to his room locking the door. Prince, seeing the fear everyone had, walks to the center of the room “Don't worry everyone, I shall contact our maiden and everything will be okay!” Four throws himself on his bed drained, he wanted this nightmare to end. He spent months perfecting his act, only for some curse to cause this mess. He closes his eyes slowly drifting to sleep. That's when he heard a jingle it was familiar, he opened his eyes to his castle being dark with only the sound of the commercial like song playing. He gets up and goes to the door “H-hello?” opening the door no one was around, he ran out panicked “PARENT?! MARIO!? RINGMASTER?! SMG3!”  his voice echoed through the room. He felt a chill as the jingle stopped. Then static from a TV was heard, he could hear whispers from a room “It has to be perfect.”

He turns his head to the room with the whispers and approaches it, shaking as he opens the door to only see his personality sitting there. They looked up, staring at him, “You must accept the truth, meme guardian,” they all said, causing panic to rise “What do you mean?” Ringmaster points at him “Discord will be your end, if you don't accept the truth.” 

Before he could ask more he is shaken awake, blinking he sees Prince smiling at him”You were silent for a while, we got worried so I broke the door to check on you!” Four blinks as he looks behind Prince to see a broken door “That will be something to explain to Three.” Bob was walking in the woods panicking. Not only did he lose his chance at making money, he was surrounded by colorful SMG4’s. He keeps walking only to notice he wasn't going anywhere, he looks down and curses at the shadows from the trees making it impossible to know what has a hold of him. He hears a stick break making him turn “WHO IS THERE?!” a chuckle is heard as a shadow appears in front of him “Discord.” 

Three walks in the castle to see Four wrapped with blankets alongside Mario as they both drink hot chocolate “Uh what i miss?” Tari smiles as she hands Three a cup “Four had a nightmare so we are cheering him up!” Three sighs, ignoring the cup in Taris' hand and going to his boyfriend. With a gentle smile he takes out a small box from his hat. Four gently puts his cup on the floor taking the box “Whats this?” SMG3 rolled his eyes “If you used those things called eyes, that is a box with a gift that people get for others!” Four glares at his partner.

Delinquent walks into the room writing in a notebook when he sees the box, he tilts his head staring at it. Four hums opening it, he lets out a gasp as he takes out a pair of gloves with a glitchy number four on them. Excited over the gloves he tackles Three down kissing his cheek, the crew giggled at the affection as Mario took out his phone taking pictures “GAAAAY!”

The pair glare at Mario before smacking him, once done Four gives a bright smile to three “Thank you, i will always wear them!” SMG3 smirks “You better, no matter what happens I hope those gloves give you strength.” Delinquent eyes go wide seeing Four put the gloves on, in a panic he hides the notebook then covers his hand “No, please no.” Then a bright light covers the personalities confusing everyone, Artist then screams in joy seeing his gloves “LOOK! Our gloves changed to match our original!” Ringmaster smiles seeing his logo “We love the gift Chang Noi, we will cherish it.”  Three stood there looking around seeing the personalities look at their hands with joy. Slowly Delinquent looks at his gloves, his eyes go wide in shock “Oh fuck.” 

#smg4 #smg3 #smg34 #shygirl4991 #smg4 smg3 #smg43 #smg34 fanfiction #alianarepasa #split into threes #six splits for fours

[archie-sunshine]

Survey Says-! (18+ Rodimus/EVERYONE)

Chapter 1: Violations, Schmiolations!

Rodimus is NOT bitter about the results of the crew satisfaction survey, in fact, he’s fully prepared to change! He’s determined to change his crew’s minds, and what better way to do so than to get to know them- in the carnal sense that is. 

There are no problems with this plan in Rodimus’s mind. There are many in Ultra Magnus’s. Magnus engages in some unfortunate(for Rodimus) damage control as head of Cybertronian Resources. Rodimus is not easily deterred. 

Read on AO3 here! Chapter 1.5(NON CANON!) here! Chapter 2 here! Chapter 3 here! Chapter 4 here! Chapter 5 here! Chapter 6 here!

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FIC TAGS: Rodimus/Everyone(But y’know, not like. EVERYONE. Just a lot of various background characters and also more specifically with some others), Takes place post dark cybertron, but pre the whole ship disappearing thing and the mutiny, smut, Chastity, denial, Rodimus is a slut, Ongoing humiliation, HR Violations as comedy, Ultra Magnus is clueless, sticky sexual interfacing, comedy, sexual comedy, dubious consent (if you squint and tilt your head), contains illustrations

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Authors notes: This is the fic concept i was talking about in THIS tumblr post, if you're curious to see more of my thought process. This is all very deliberately silly, so try not to take things too seriously, nobody's getting hurt here, this is all for giggles

CHAPTER TAGS: Rodimus/Dipstick, briefly mentioned Rodimus/Hound, Trailcutter, Sprocket, and Pointblank, Ultra Magnus is obtuse but not stupid, Chastity, humiliation, Rodimus being Rodimus

“Ohh, yeah, just like that-” Rodimus sighed out, letting his helm roll back as he ran his digits over his spike. Dipstick wasn’t exactly his finest lay, but he did just fine where it counted. 

And anyway, it wasn’t about what Rodimus wanted, this was all part of a noble and courageous cause, of course. 

Rodimus let out a shaky moan as Dipstick mouthed along his chassis. An arc of charge shivered up his spinal strut at the feeling of his spike, heavy and thick, inside his valve. He could feel the bot start to lose rhythm, so Rodimus wrapped his legs a bit tighter around his hips and let out a long, pleased moan in Dipstick’s audial. He smirked to himself as the mech bowed forwards with a loud grunt. He sped up the servo on his spike as he chased his own edge.

The hot splashes of transfluid against his inner walls certainly helped. Rodimus offlined his optics as he stroked himself into a perfectly acceptable overload, enjoying the feeling of Dipstick’s fans gusting hot air across his front. 

He allowed himself a moment of afterglow, which was quickly interrupted by a ping in his processor. Rodimus scanned it quickly. Oh slag. The speedster wriggled his way out from under Dipstick, who sluggishly pulled back after noting the captain’s attempt to escape. 

“Something wrong-?” He began.

“Oh no, nothin at all bud, no worries!” Rodimus said quickly. “I’ve just gotta jet, had so much fun I forgot the time.” He chuckled, swiping at his array with a rag before closing his panels. “Thanks for letting me get to know you better!”

Dipstick nodded slowly, a bit of flush in his cheeks. “Uh- yeah, captain, no worries…” 

Rodimus gave him another winning smile, offering a characteristic thumbs up before trotting out of the door to his hab suite with a spring in his step. 

He was such a genius. 

His ego had taken quite a few dings in recent times, what with his series of captainly ‘whoopsies’, being demoted to ‘co-captain’, having to work with fragging MEGATRON, and of course… the whole list incident. But Rodimus wasn’t stuck in his ways, in fact, he was prepared to help every one of his crew see that he could change. 

By letting them know that he was completely at their disposal. 

Wink.

He knew after his conversation with Ratchet that he wasn’t going to let the whole thing get him down, not over a faked survey list anyway. There was no point in taking his frustration out if he wasn’t learning something from the situation, so it was only logical that he take the time to listen to each and every member of his crew. So what if he didn’t know who wanted him off the ship? That wouldn’t matter as long as he was thorough in setting up his meetings.

The fact that most of his one on ones so far had ended with an overload was a coincidence, and not at all planned. As humble as Rodimus was, he also knew how hard it was for most bots to resist a sleek frame like his. 

He felt a bit of pride bloom in his chassis, and perhaps elsewhere, as he recalled some of the past 15 ‘meetings’. 

Hound was definitely a highlight. Rodimus didn’t exactly have a type, but he did enjoy the bulkiness of his frame against his, and certainly enjoyed that thick spike hitting just the right spot… 

And Trailcutter of course,  much sweeter than he’d thought, a very kind lover, but got a bit weepy when Rodimus had told him he was doing well. 

Sprocket had opted for a quick blowjob, as Rodimus had caught him at a bit of a bad time, but he certainly made his enjoyments clear, nearly getting them caught when someone had passed by the supply closet they had tucked themselves into. 

Pointblank had taken Rodimus’s spike well, enjoying the roughness that he’d treated him to, but making a mess on Rodimus’s office floor when he finished. 

Rodimus whistled jovially as he bounced around the corner and his second in command’s office came into sight. He wasn’t going to be too terribly late for his meeting with Ultra Magnus, either, which was likely a surprise to both of them. Rodimus grinned to himself. Everything was coming up Roddy! 

“Captain.” Ultra Magnus said stiffly as Rodimus stepped into the room. 

“Maaaagggss! To what do I owe the pleasure?” Rodimus plopped down in the seat on the opposite side of his desk, propping his pedes up on the edge of it, kicking Magnus’s nameplate out of place. Ultra Magnus’s optic flickered with irritation as he reached over the desk and knocked Rodimus’s legs off of it. 

“I’d like to have a discussion regarding your current extracurricular escapades.” He said, picking up his datapad with one servo while his other adjusted his nameplate back to equilibrium. 

Rodimus’s faceplate blanched. “Aaahh, what do you mean?” asked the captain innocently. 

“You’ve been interfacing startlingly regularly with several of your subordinates.” Magnus retorted flatly. “Which qualifies as a breach of several ordinances and rules surrounding proper captainly conduct.” He turned his optics from the datapad to lock with Rodimus’. “Which you should be well aware of… as you have surely read through the important manuals and documents I sent you before we began this journey.”

“Pff- Yeah! Of course! You recite the first bit of that code, I'll be able to finish it for sure!” Rodimus lied, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. Primus, he should have cleaned his valve out more, he could feel Dipstick’s transfluid rolling around in there. It’d get absorbed by the nanites in there soon enough, but for now, it was an uncomfortable reminder while he wriggled under Ultra Magnus’s glare. 

“Section 45, subheading 8- On the subject of intimate relations amongst superior officers and subordinates.” Ultra Magnus prompted. 

Rodimus shifted again, sitting up straighter and squeezing his legs together. “Uhh, gimme just a skosh more?” 

The larger bot let out a disappointed sigh. “Should a superior officer find himself entangled romantically or sexually with a subordinate crew member, the relationship must be made clear to a ship’s Cybertronian Resources officer, and cleared before a council of the captains and subordinate’s peers to assure there is no power imbalance present. Failure to comply is grounds for demotion on the part of the captain, Rodimus.” Ultra Magnus said gravely. 

“Oh- Well I don’t know what gave you the idea I was doing such a thing, but I’m not, so we don’t have to worry about it-” Rodimus began, adjusting himself again in his chair in preparation to leave. 

“Rodimus, I’m not stupid, I have it on good authority that you are engaging with our crew inappropriately.” Ultra Magnus drawled, clearly growing frustrated with repeating himself.

“Wha- Who told!” Rodimus blurted out, quickly resetting his vocalizer. “W-who lied I mean, we should be sure to meet with whoever is spreading rumours like this-”

“Rodimus I’ve heard you interfacing in two supply closets, seen the transfluid you failed to wipe off your office floor, and watched you walk down the hall to your hab unit leaving a convenient trail of fluids directly from Powerflash’s suite.” -

Rodimus’s intake snapped shut, face flaring a bit with embarrassment. It wasn’t as if Rodimus had any shame about his habits- er, gracious and noble quest for forgiveness- it was just that Ultra Magnus was the last one he wanted to find out about them. “... Yeah…” He muttered defeatedly, slumping back down in his seat. “... So what, am I getting demoted? Is Megatron taking up his rightful place as the true captain? I hope he enjoys sitting in my seat.” Rodimus pouted petulantly. 

Ultra Magnus disregarded his grumbling, reaching for a drawer in his desk. “On the contrary, I am going to give you another chance to reconsider your actions.” He stood, tucking something he had grabbed behind his back, and walking around the desk towards him. “Your actions, while unprofessional and incredibly juvenile, do betray a want to rectify some of your past mistakes, which…” Ultra Magnus’s frown softened a bit, begrudgingly allowing a modicum of admission into his tone. “Is a step in the right direction.”

Rodimus’s vents hitched, his optic ridges raising as he sized up his SIC. “Oh- Mags- was this your way of flirting with me?” Rodimus laughed. “Aw, maggy, you didn’t need to do all this, really, just invite me out for drinks some-” The captain’s flirting was cut off when Ultra Magnus reached a servo down to effortlessly knock Rodimus’s legs apart. 

“I am not flirting, captain.” He said flatly, all softness melted out of his expression. 

Rodimus stared up at him. He could feel his frame starting to heat with quickly tamped down arousal at the way the bigger bot loomed over him. 

“I am going to keep you accountable, and in doing so,” Ultra Magnus brought the device he had picked out of his drawer around to his front, Rodimus had never seen something like it before. It was painted bright yellow with black caution stripes, all extendable bars and geometry like it was supposed to hook onto something. “I will make sure that your behaviour ceases this instant.” 

“Oh Mags- whatever could you me-” Rodimus began to croon, cut off by sudden sensation as Ultra Magnus’s hands lifted up his hips off the chair. “H-Hey-! Listen Mags- I like em forward but this is a little-” 

Rodimus was silenced as Ultra Magnus unceremoniously clamped the device tight around his panels, pressing his thumb hard into a top latch to fasten the locks in place with a low magnetic zap. 

Rodimus looked down, dumbfounded, at his own panels, now securely fastened shut. “Did you… just put a car boot… on my panels?” He said, slowly turning his helm up to look at Ultra Magnus.

The bigger bot nodded proudly, folding his arms over his chassis. “I felt this was the only way to keep you from continuing to breach protocol.” 

“WHAT THE FRAG IS WRONG WITH YOU!!” Rodimus howled, kicking Ultra Magnus’s leg and succeeding only in pushing his chair back a ways. He immediately began to claw at the boot on his panels and was horrified to find it well and truly stuck there. 

“Under chapter 79, section 31-A of the crew relations act, the third subsection suggests possible fixes for inappropriate interfacing behaviour, such as-” 

“AS MAGNETIZING MY ARRAY CLOSED??! You’re sick!!” Rodimus wailed, still ineffectually pushing at the bars and beams fastened to his junk. “This- THIS has to count as cruel and unusual punishment!!” 

“It doesn’t. I’ve checked. And it isn’t permanent either, and yes I did consult Ratchet before proceeding to ensure there would be no adverse effects to your gynecological health.” Ultra Magnus went over his points, walking back around the desk and sitting back down. “I am giving you a decacycle of this punishment, we will check in at the halfway point, and you will have a chance to plead your innocence at that time-”

“A DECACYCLE!!??” Rodimus cried, popping up on his pedes and slamming his servos on the desk. “You- You can’t be serious!! This is humiliating, everyone is going to see-”

“See that you are taking steps towards being less of a sexual pest and more of a professional and honest leader?” Ultra Magnus raised a brow ridge. Rodimus searched in his optics for some sign that he really didn’t believe what he was saying.

“You can’t be that obtuse.” Rodimus growled. THERE! There! Ultra Magnus’s optics flicked away with an uncharacteristic glint. 

“Consider any unpleasant feelings as motivation to reconsider your previous leadership choices, captain.” Ultra Magnus said blithely, going back to scanning his datapads. “You are free to go, sir.” 

“I hate you.” Rodimus spat, indignantly swatting Magnus’s name plate off his desk before spinning on his heel and storming out of his office.

#valveplug #transformers #mtmte #transformers mtmte #maccadam #lost light #rodimus #/nsfw #my fic #my art #smut #transformers smut #rodimus/everyone

[criminalmindsxdc]

The FAQ for 2024~ Check the dates!

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What is Criminal Minds x DC Week?

CMxDC Week is a week-long fandom event combining the two properties of Criminal Minds and DC Comics - from the Justice League to the BatFam and everything in between!

How do I participate?

A list of prompts will be provided, as chosen by a small group of writers and artists in the Birdwatchers Discord server! There are a total of four prompts (three traditional and one quote) for each of the seven days to mix and match as you please. You may post them whenever you like during the duration of the event. If you post on Archive of our Own (AO3), please add your work to the collection, CMxDC 2024. If you crosspost on Tumblr, make sure to tag #cmxdc2024 and @ this blog so we can be notified and reblog you!

Does it have to be fanfic?

Nope! Art, moodboards, podfics - if you create it, we want to see it!

When does the event run?

The event will begin Monday January 29, 2024 and end Sunday February 4, 2024.

Can I combine prompts?

Please do! In fact, if you think you won’t be able to do all the days, feel free to combine them too.

Can I combine these prompts with other events?

Sure! I’m sure there are other events out there, so go wild.

Can I include NSFW/Dark content?

Sure can! Given the source material, NSFW and dark content are to be expected at times. However, for safety and courtesy reasons, we do ask that you refrain from submitting sexual content involving minors. With everything else, please be considerate and appropriately rate and tag your works. If you attempt to submit something that falls under this subject or is not properly tagged, we will remove it from the collection and will not reblog.

Do you have any special tags associated with this event?

Yes:

#cmxdc2024 - anything regarding the event

#cmxdc faq - answering questions about the event (including asks)

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What if I have more questions?

Please send us an ask on Tumblr and we'll get back to you when we can!

#cmxdc2024 #cmxdc faq #criminal minds #dc #criminal minds x dc #cmxdc

[lovebugs-and-snakecharmers]

LBSC Sprint Challenge February 2024

The LBSC Sprint Challenge is now open for writers and artists!

We did things a little differently this month and asked our discord members for Valentine's related prompts, so you get a few extra prompts this month! If you're not feeling the Valentine's vibe, the Wildcard option is always available.

The prompts are:

1. Flower Delivery boy Luka getting an address wrong. Which means the girl who answered the door might just be available. 2. Tom decides to drop some hints to Luka that Marinette is single and Valentine’s Day is coming up. And everyone knows that the best way to a man’s brain is through pastries decorated with not so subtle hints. 3. Florist!Mari- the heat in her shop has gone out, and it's Soo cold. Luka makes a delivery of something that has to be refrigerated. 4. Sabine, seeing Luka and Mari dancing around each other (and maybe seeing Tom fail to get the two together) decides to take matters into her own hands and what better excuse to have Luka around than needing an extra pair of hands at the bakery with the valentines rush coming up? 5. The people of Paris are shocked to discover Ladybug doesn’t like Valentine’s Day. People have plenty of theories, but Luka’s pretty sure he knows the reason why. 6. There's ALWAYS an akuma on Valentine's Day. 7. Conversation Hearts 8. Marinette makes an apron with a conversation heart pattern. Luka takes the 'kiss me' heart very seriously. 9. After all the roses from Chat Noir, Marinette's a little...indifferent to the traditional Valentine's flower. Luka has to get inventive. 10. Kwamis give dating advice with… mixed results 11. Marinette loves soulmate stories and believes in true love. Lately, she's feeling down and starts to give up on the whole idea. Luka tries to put together or act out a Soulmate story/AU in real life to help her feel better/special. 12. Luka trying to work up the nerve to smooch Marinette. Attempts to ask by giving her the "KISS ME" conversation heart. Marinette, distracted by something else: "Ewwwwwww." 13. Luka and Marinette are both doing valentines deliveries and get trapped/stuck in an elevator together 14. Wildcard - pick any previous challenge prompt, or play LBSC Smooch Roulette to generate a prompt!

You have until Wednesday, February 28 to complete your 3 15-minute sprints/45 minute art sprint and post the results. Once you’ve completed the sprints, you have 24 hours to edit (which can include some new writing to smooth transitions and make it feel complete, and whatever work you feel appropriate to get your art to a state you consider ‘finished’).

Please note you may sprint in the language of your choice, and you can either translate the final fic before posting, post it in the original language, or both as you choose. You can join us on the LBSC discord or sprint on your own! Just be sure to tag @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers in your final post so we will see it and reblog it. The rest of the rules can be found here under the cut.

Rules!

We’ll post a beginning and end date to the challenge, and a prompt.

Writers, If you choose to participate in the event, write for that prompt in up to three 15 minute sprints. No writing outside the sprints until you have completed all three! After the 3 sprints are complete, you have 24 hours to edit (which can include some new writing to smooth transitions, etc). You can also choose to break that 45 minutes up differently if you find a different split works better for you.  After those 24 hours, post what you’ve got. Tag your posts with @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers so we can reblog it to the LBSC blog. If you post your work on AO3 or somewhere other than Tumblr, you can leave a link in our ask box or in the appropriate discord channel so we can be sure to promote it. After the designated challenge end date, we’ll compile a listing of the submissions and post it to the LBSC blog.

Feel free to sprint in whatever language is most comfortable to you! You can post it in your own language or translate it before posting, or both!

Artists, you have 45 minutes to sketch and 24 hours to do any cleanup or coloring you’d like to complete. You can split your 45 minutes up however you like, or not at all. There’s no requirements on your finished piece, just aim for whatever goal seems challenging but achievable to you.  Tag your posts with @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers so we can reblog it to the LBSC blog. If you post your work on Instagram or somewhere other than Tumblr, you can leave a link in our ask box or in the appropriate discord channel so we can be sure to promote it. After the designated challenge end date, we’ll compile a listing of the submissions and post it to the LBSC blog.

If you’re wavering as to whether or not you think you can accomplish anything in 45 minutes, we really encourage you to give the challenge a try. You may be surprised what you can do! Feel free to join us in the discord linked above so we can encourage and cheer you on.

Obviously, this has to run a bit on the honor system and we won’t be tracking your times, but please do your best to honor the spirit of the challenge! If your sprint fic becomes an Entire Thing (these things happen sometimes) and you want to continue it, feel free! However, please still post whatever you’ve got after your 3 sprints with the tag. No fair busting out a fully polished fic or art without showing us what it looked like at the challenge stage!

We want to keep this a positive space and event! This does NOT mean that you can’t write or draw anything critical of a character or episode, but it isn’t the space for character bashing or hate either. Please keep the characters in character and save the more speculative work for another time. NSFW sprint works are permitted but must be tagged appropriately (please use “NSFW LBSC sprint challenge” for easy filtering on the blog) and with appropriate warnings.  (More FAQ about the process here)

This is a Lukanette blog and a Lukanette event, so while Lukanette does not need to be the main ship, it needs to at least be included or referenced and considered endgame (in other words, they don’t have to be together by the end of your work, but the intent is that they’re headed in that direction). The decision about what qualifies for reblog rests solely with the LBSC moderators. If a piece hasn’t been reblogged within a couple of days, either the mods felt the piece didn’t meet the criteria or it was simply missed; you are welcome to reach out in the asks to inquire which. There are plenty of other spaces out there for other ships and OT3s, and people are welcome to use the challenge rules and prompts to write for their own ships! They just won’t be reblogged to the LBSC blog, and we ask that you please not use the event tag (a modified form is fine - “InsertAlternateShipName sprint challenge” instead of “LBSC sprint challenge,” for example).

Happy sprinting!

#lbsc sprint challenge #lukanette #endgame lukanette #lukanette endgame #luka couffaine #marinette dupain cheng #pro lukamari #lukanette event

[eeveecraft]

Guess Who's Back

That's right. It's us, the Dragonheart System. We're fucking back.

[Rylazide] Hi, everyone, I hope everyone is okay and is having a good day!

Anyway, to cut a long story short, our blog got terminated without warning:

Just... out of the blue, no warning, no reason given. As you can imagine, I was kinda freaked out, but I calmed down and contacted support.

We were stuck, waiting for Tumblr to do something for multiple days, and as you can imagine, it wasn't fun, not knowing whether or not 4+ years of our system's history, informative posts, and more were just... gone for good! Well, they're not.

And from some people who were looking out for us (you know who you are, thank you for being thoughtful towards us) basically let us know that sh!t kind of hit the fan in the Plurality space on Tumblr because of it. This is because the timing of our account termination was just... too suspicious. Literally soon before our blog got fucked, I reblogged a reblog from Sophie about that one system who said some pretty sh!tty things about us in an attempt to counter this post, and all my addition to the post was was just asking Sophie if she could provide evidence for her claims. Because what she was saying about that system would explain a lot of their behavior in the "tulpa = appropriation" discourse and would basically out them as a fake endogenic-supporter, but then... our account was nuked after that reblog was made.

Look, I'm going to be straight with every system here:

Tumblr Trust and Safety never stated WHY our account got terminated. Not when our account was initially terminated, nor when it was reinstated. In posts on both our Youtube and Plural.Cafe accounts, I said it could've been possible that we were mass-reported by sysmeds. I said this because that's exactly what happened to @sophieinwonderland over a year ago, and given the timing, it's not a crazy assumption to make because of the circumstances and history preceding it.

It just seemed a little odd for our account out of the 4+ years we've had it to be nuked during the height of what can metaphorically be described as a war in the #tulpa tags. Especially after we criticized the 'counter' to our original post, or the post by that one syscourse blog we have blocked to name-drop us could've absolutely stirred a bunch of sysmeds to witch-hunt us. It's happened before, it absolutely can happen again.

But, I can't say for sure because Tumblr decided to be frustratingly vague. However, I think a good way to know for sure is to see if these sysmed fucks try that sh!t again, then we'll know for sure. Because again, when Sophie's account was brought back the first time, sysmeds got it taken down a second time. It was so bad that Sophie had to personally ask Tumblr Trust and Safety to whitelist her account from mass-flagging. If we get terminated a second time, we're going to do the same thing Sophie did.

Also, please, please do NOT go after the system who originally criticized my post. After Sophie called them out for potentially being the reason our account got terminated and for spreading disinformation, they were apparently so stressed that they got hospitalized because they have trauma over having disinformation spread about them (you'd think they wouldn't do that if they personally know how harmful it is, but sadly, the abused are more likely than the average person to continue the cycle of abuse and become abusers themselves. It's really sad.).

Does it excuse them saying blatantly false things, spreading harmful disinformation about several users, and potentially (cannot confirm) encouraging sysmeds to mass-report our blog by name-dropping us and saying things that would absolutely encourage sysmeds to mass-report and silence us? Nope. There's no excuse. I don't care how traumatized they are, being traumatized is NO excuse to turn around and do the same to others. Plain and simple.

But still, it sucks that this happened to them, and I hope they're okay. Like, sure, I fucking hate sysmeds, anti-endos, whatever the fuck, I hate the harm they've done to not only us, but so many other people, and how they actively tear the community apart when we need to stick together and look out for each other. However, I don't wish any harm on sysmeds, only that they eventually let go of that bitterness and learn that what they did was wrong and stop doing it. We don't need to stoop to their level; they're just a loud minority that doesn't have any actual footing to stand on besides pure emotion and bigotry.

Anyway, I'm rambling and am going to shut up now. I'm sorry our account getting fucked caused such a stir in the community. Let's just hope it doesn't happen again.

7-31-2023

#tulpamancy #plurality #actuallyplural #endogenic #tulpa #long post #cultural appropriation #sysmed mention #sysmed tw

[thebleedingwoodland]

UPDATED 07/01/2024

I updated the tags you can find on left section of my Tumblr page.

Since from now, you can browse all The Sims 4 CC content by clicking TS4CC category.

For TS3CC, including all --> The Sims 3 CC content uploaded on Blogspot and The Sims 3 CC & old Mods originally uploaded for Tumblr only.

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Enjoy and have fun.

To visitors from USA (United States of America), please behave civilized and send polite message in understandable English with no slang if you want to communicate with me. Do not send messages with vulgar words. I will report your account to get you banned.

I do not tolerate troublemakers, rude people, low intelligent with no class people.

I repeat once again: Internet is international space for many nationalities, not USA country. Respect and adapt to Asian culture if you want to visit my blog.

Do not follow or interact or send messages to me if you are housewife. I already enough getting annoying / provoking with low intelligence argument from housewife/unemployed women Simblrs to disrespect me.

I expect my followers are gamers and working/employed/professional.

If you are women, Do not send sexual comment such as "hug", love emoji, calling me "sweetheart", "honey" or any attempt for flirting. You are not my wife. Any innapropriate comment will be deleted and will be reported as sexual harrasment (for the sake of gender equality). Please focus on The Sims CC content only.

I remind you there are men and women on this Tumblr platform. Tumblr is public website, not private website for girls/women only.

Terimakasih atas perhatiannya. 感謝諸位的時間！

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#thebleedingwoodland #tumblr #simblr #page #announcement #personal #do not reblog

[lurkingteapot]

2023 post round-up/summary

Lovely @twig-tea tagged me here, so I'll try my hand.

I'd abandoned tumblr for about 4? 5? years 2016ish through 2020, had a short stint with it again in 2020, took peeks and vehemently disagreed with much of what I saw in 2021-2022, and grudgingly settled back in in 2023. I wasn't going to interact. I wasn't.

Jan-April: *crickets* I was being strong!

Then, I saw people moaning about how they'd learn Thai if only it was on Duolingo, and you know how spite can be funnelled into positivity? I did that! Result:

May

Popular: Free Thai Language Learning Resources, most popular by a landslide. This pleases me greatly, as I put a lot of work into it and always hope more people start picking up this language.

Favourite: maybe my thoughts on Ming, piggybacking off @kenmakaashi's post?

June

Popular: my musings on translation and how it relates to fannish reception of media, which was my most popular post of the year and 'broke containment', if only in a very small way. Some of the additions in the tags and reblogs are fantastic, do go have a look if you like!

Favourite: toss-up between my attempt at showing a parallel between a silly moment in Our Skyy 2 x BBS and a scrapped shot from BBS proper and this rant about Romanisations of Thai and why G**gle translate is the devil (that bit is in the conversation downthread), which let me meet @plantsarepeopletoo.

July

Popular: Summary of James Welker's 2006 essay "Beautiful, Borrowed, and Bent: “Boys’ Love” as Girls’ Love in Shōjo Manga"

Favourite: the offerings are slim here … let's go with the one in which I once more was salty about the way folks talk about BL

August

Popular: Only Friends' Ray isn't just The Drunkard, but also The One Who's basically Given Up On Himself, as per his title card (this one was so popular it got stolen and reposted – without credit or permission – to twitter 🙃)

Favourite: Thinking about Drama, the Romance genre, and tropes, and how those relate to our perception of BL (good additions from various folks in the notes; conversation with @visualtaehyun in reblogs and @twig-tea in the replies).

September

Popular: IFYLITA Ep 6 poem context notes

Favourite: toss-up between complaining about badly machine translated content in Love in Translation and musing on the name of Khun Yai's favourite bar

October

Popular: my long-winded answer to @zimmbzon's ask "Hi, how would a non-binary person (me) get around the binary gender rules and vocab in Thai?"

Favourite: uhhh … maybe my musings on honorific translations in kimi ni wa todokanai? (yes, technically a reblog from sideblog, shh)

November

Popular: most popular was this throwaway therapy vent containing food for thought and while I guess this meme is mostly fannish I'm linking it anyway because it's my blog and I'll cry if I want to (or something)

Favourite: when I called out the resemblance between the Last Twilight trailer and Intouchables (2011). Literally no one cared, but then @my-rose-tinted-glasses independently came in strong with receipts as soon as the actual first episode aired and made me feel validated af.

December

Popular: Why I'm pretty sure Last Twilight's "fried rice/false rice" joke was funnier in Thai

Favourite: the saga of the songs in Ep 4 of Last Twilight

I didn't do any round-up posts, but I'll include the other category @twig-tea added:

Five other posts that I want to highlight because I can:

BL Favourites Tag Game (July 2023)

Link to fujoshi.info with information on WHY you should check out that site if you're interested in having an informed opinion on BL and the genre's history.

contemporary issues in Thailand as mentioned in Only Friends ep 1

Thoughts on code-switching in Step by Step

Reply to @mynameisnotthepoint's comment-via-ask on my anti viki rant

I'm not going to tag anyone because I'm completely lost – I was mostly off tumblr for nearly three weeks; if you made a post like this you'd like me to see, please link me/tag me! <3

#2023 roundup #link dump #self promo (of sorts) #my nonsense

[mistynatweek]

Prompt voting has closed, and our prompts have been chosen! Our winning prompts are:

Sunday, October 1st: Fake Relationship. Misty and Nat pretend to be in a relationship for some reason (e.g., to get access to something, to ward off unwanted attention, make out to throw someone off, etc.). Submitted by two anonymous users.

Monday, October 2nd: Awkward Situation. Misty and/or Nat are caught in an awkward or embarrassing situation (e.g., one of them leaves an embarrassing voicemail, they are caught in a moment of intimacy, one witnesses the other breaking up with their partner, etc.). Submitted by two anonymous users.

Tuesday, October 3rd: Forced Proximity. Misty and Nat are forced to spend time together in some form (e.g., handcuffed together, physically or magically bound, locked in a room, snowed in, on a captive date, trapped in a perilous situation, etc.). Submitted by medusa on discord/twitter, and four anonymous users.

Wednesday, October 4th: Bed Sharing. Misty and Nat are forced to share a bed. Submitted by two anonymous users.

Thursday, October 5th: Mutual Pining. Misty and Nat both pine for each other, but the other one doesn't know. Submitted by two anonymous users.

Friday, October 6th: Jealousy. Misty and/or Nat are jealous (e.g., because the other is trying to make them jealous, because they perceive a romantic threat, there is a love triangle, etc.). Submitted by four anonymous users.

Saturday, October 7th: Alternate Universes (AU). Misty and Nat in a setting other than the canon Yellowjackets universe (e.g., different time period AU, canon-divergent AU, mirror universe AU, fairytale AU, role swap AU, etc.). Submitted by four anonymous users.

You are now welcome to start working on your creations! Please remember that while you are welcome to work on/finish them early, you may not post until the appropriate day. If you are interested in participating, please read on below the cut for important information and links.

If you are interested in or planning to create some form of fanwork for MistyNat Week, please note the following guidelines on how to participate.

Anyone is eligible to participate in MistyNat Week. You don’t need to have declared participation or registered in any way. You do not need to be on tumblr, and if you post off-site, please just drop a link in the submission or ask box to have your creation featured here.

While the admins go by EST (and posts will be reblogged based on that time zone), you are welcome to begin sharing your creations as soon as the even begins in your local time zone.

When you post your creations, please either mention @mistynatweek and/or use the #mistynatweek tag. We will also attempt to track the main #mistynat tag, but only those creations tagging us directly are guaranteed to be reblogged. If you tagged your creations appropriately and you haven't seen us reblog it within 24 hours, please contact us via ask box to make sure that we've seen it (since tumblr tags/mentions can be so finnicky!).

You do not have to participate in all seven days to participate at all. Everyone is welcome to pick and choose the prompts you like/are inspired by. You are also welcome to create multiple creations for a single prompt, and combine prompts as you see fit.

There are no minimums/maximums for participation.

You may make late creations and post them any time after the day of the prompt has passed (e.g., post a Day 1 creation on day 3, or a day 4 creation three days after the event has ended, etc.).

Creations can be stand-alone, or they can be connected, either by content or by post (e.g., you can make it a multi-chapter fic with each chapter being a prompt, or you can make a post that just collates all content).

We do have an AO3 collection for this event, and you are encouraged to post any applicable creations (fic, art, edits, etc.) to the collection.

There is no content restriction, but please tag your submissions with any necessary warnings/ratings/etc. to keep this a healthy environment for all!

You are welcome to collaborate with others if you so choose.

Creations must be made specifically for this event. You may not add on to a pre-posted fic/art/etc. to fit it to the prompt. However, if there is a project you’ve been working on and it has not been posted prior to October 1st and happens to fit one of the event prompts, you may post that work for this event.

If you would like to participate, but don’t want to make a fanwork or don’t know how, there are plenty of other things you can do to be a part of MistyNat Week! Below are a few suggestions:

Betaing: If you are interested in volunteering to be a beta between now and the end of the event, please let us know and we will add you to our resource list. When you send us a message (ask/IM/submit) please give a little bit of info about what you will/won’t beta, and an estimated turn-around time.

Consultants: If you are interested in helping others either learn a new skill, or possibly serve as a sounding board for ideas, let us know and we will add you to our resource list. When you send us a message (ask/IM/submit) please give a little bit of info about what kinds of stuff you can help with (e.g., photoshop, music suggestions, video editing, etc.).

Creating Tutorials: This event is obviously first and foremost about celebrating MistyNat, but it can also be an awesome catalyst to learn a new skill or pick up some new tips. If you’re feeling uninspired by the prompts but still want to participate, tutorials can be a really helpful thing for those wanting to get their toes wet.

Promotion: It seems a bit obvious, but people need to know the event is happening to be able to participate! Spreading word of the event to other sites or on your own blog will help generate excitement and let newcomers know about MistyNat Week! You can promote this event by reblogging our posts, but you are also strongly encouraged to make your own, if you would like!

Cheerleading: Making fanworks can be hard, and staying motivated is crucial! If you would like to volunteer as a cheerleader please let us know and we will add you to our resource list. When you send us a message, please share any specifications you would like to (e.g., what platforms you use, what kinds of fanworks you'd like to hear about, availability, etc.).

Further Prompting: Maybe you have a plot bunny but no time to write it. Or you see a screencap that is just perfect, but don’t like making graphics. Send them in, and for those creators that are just a bit stuck, maybe your specific prompt will get their juices flowing!

If you still have questions and have not already done so, please check out our FAQ guide, or send us an ask with any questions. Please also join our discord if you have not already done so; it's a great community, and we'll be running some fanwork-creating sprints and events to help us all stay motivated over the next few weeks!

Have fun preparing your creations, and we can’t wait to see them!

#yellowjackets #yellowjacketsedit #96yellowjackets #userbadger #usersnat #tusermiles #mistynat #mistynatedit #misty x nat #nat x misty #natalie x misty #misty x natalie #natalie scatorccio #misty quigley #nataliescatorccioedit #mistyquigleyedit #mistynatweek #mod post

[black-bentley]

TC tag game

Thanks for the tags, @spudodell and @renaultphile, sorry it's taken me so long to actually get to this!

Rules: Answer the questions and tag other TC fans!

1. "He would not fucking say that" only they did and it's canon. When/who?

Laurie to Andrew, at their first meeting:

"... I read somewhere once, Tchaikovsky was queer."

It just feels a bit... 0-100 at that point for someone as repressed as Laurie is.

2. Did they kiss in the study? Yes/no + why you are 100% correct about this.

I think they did, and it was very much a peck rather than anything more. And I think Ralph's main motivation for it was to try and shock Laurie into backing off to save him being (as he sees it) corrupted by their continued association.

It makes sense of both their reactions, for me - I can see Ralph semi-angrily planting one on him more or less out of nowhere and then, when Laurie is (understandably) startled, going, "Now you see what I mean..." and then just steamrolling over Laurie's attempt to talk about it.

3. Mandatory question about Ralph's alleged tattoos.

I can see him having got one or two early in his career when he wanted to fit in. But somewhere easily covered (and possibly where he can't easily see them himself?), as I think they'd offend his desire for order and tidiness otherwise.

4. 53 vs 59 edition: quote a line or paragraph that is better in the edition you like the least.

I've only got the '53 edition to hand at the moment, but I think the hand on the knee in the car was cut for the '59... I like that little moment, it's just very clear what's going on there in comparison to a lot of their other interactions around that time.

I do also love the "Don't insult my intelligence" exchange that @spudodell picked out, I love Laurie - who's inclined to take himself a bit seriously - already being comfortable enough with Ralph to tease him like he does <3

5. Which TC character would feel right at home here on tumblr dot com?

Ralph. He'd be reblogging posts about polar exploration left, right and centre. And he'd be incredibly into The Terror but would never admit it.

6. Tag yourself at Alec's birthday party.

I'm definitely the "is it a queer book?" guy.

7. Post a TC meme.

Not actually a meme, but it always makes me think of TC...

8. Easy to talk about who deserved better. Who deserved worse?

Possibly controversial - Alec. He doesn't seem to care about Sandy's feelings or respect him all that much, and strikes me as someone who likes being in a relationship so they've got company when they want it, but isn't all that interested in actually making a commitment himself.

9. You can break the fourth wall (at any point in the novel) and say a single sentence to our protagonist, Laurie Odell. What do you say?

I'd tell him not to dismiss Reg as abruptly as he does. That friendship could definitely have continued, because Reg clearly knew Laurie was queer and was determined to (albeit clumsily) make the point that he didn't view him differently because of it.

10. What's a question you have about TC? One you haven't found an answer for yet.

What was in Ralph's letter to Laurie, the one that was returned after Dunkirk?

I'm pretty sure everyone has already been tagged but if anyone hasn't, and wants to join in, then please do!

#the charioteer #tag game

[prpfs]

for those of us attempting to avoid a shadowban, here are some of the rules based on my experience. feel free to add!

1. if you message more than two people the exact same opener within a set amount of time (cool down period still indeterminate right now), you will get shadowbanned on the third.

2. if you message more than two people an edited opener with the same LINK, you will get shadowbanned on the third (cool down period for this is somewhere OVER 5-ish hours, but I can't say exactly how long it is).

3. if you message over four people an edited opener WITHOUT a link, you will get shadowbanned on the fifth (not sure about the cool down period here, but it's definitely over an hour).

4. if you HAVE been shadowbanned, you can submit a help ticket to the support page saying so. however, THEY WILL NOT GET TO IT QUICKLY. there are people saying that they will get to it based on how old your account is, and they are lying to you. I had an account for almost ten years that was shadowbanned, and it took them SIX MONTHS to restore my messaging privileges. by then, I'd just given up and made a new account.

5. therefore, if you have been shadowbanned, the easiest solution is to remake. if you delete your Tumblr account, you can remake one immediately with the same email address and username. HOWEVER, this will show all people you were messaging at the time that you have deleted, rather than giving them your new account (I BELIEVE. please correct me if this is wrong!). you will also have to go through the Tumblr sign up process again, including following 10 people and 5 tags, which is very annoying. you will not have to verify your email address a second time.

this is what I've found so far in my experiments (being shadowbanned multiple times in a day and bouncing between emails). stay safe, everyone! 🖤

hope this helps people!

#a wild celebi appeared

[depraved-gf]

Final update on the Stalker Adventure.

Well. I got ghosted, y'all.

About 32 hours ago, I received a simple "sorry, got busy" chat from him, but that was it. I've attempted contact, casual convo, but he continues to ignore me while his snap score goes up. Could what he said be true? Absolutely! I don't dispute that. But I can tell when someone isn't interested anymore. The vibe change. Even at our busiest we still at least messaged a couple times daily to exchange pleasantries before we met that night.

I maybe inexperienced with sex, but I'm a little older than a lot of you so I've been around people a while y'all. I'm not waiting around forever to see if he'll miraculously give me attention again. I waited 4 days to hear something. "I'm busy" is just not good enough at this point.

So, it's over. He got what he wanted.

I'm just so mad at myself because he gave me the choice of doing the quickie, or waiting until we could enact the full scenario. I thought being spontaneous would be fun and a new experience for myself, but now I'm kicking myself for agreeing to the quickie.

The lesson learned? Don't agree to shit without getting something for yourself. As much as I FULLY enjoy throating cock, the fact that he left me high and dry with no reciprocation and then ghosting me right after is fucked up.

Oh well... :( Maybe #repressedh0e's adventures will be revived another time. I'm keeping the tag up for those who might be wondering what this is about, or even if anyone wants to go back and read.

I just wanna thank y'all so, so, SO MUCH for being as invested into the story as I was!!! It was a lot of fun, despite the unfortunate premature end. Y'all are incredible in so many ways and I love my lil freaky tumblr family so much. I'm so sorry I couldn't give you the updates or ending y'all seemed to have wanted as much as I did!

Please don't be surprised if I go MIA a bit - especially with DMs. I have disorders that cause me to recluse when I'm disappointed/hurt (think RSD x1000), that I tend to deal with alone. It's not personal and I promise you're not being ignored!

I love y'all.

Stay beautiful. Stay freaky. <3

#repressedh0e's adventures