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alexdiedin1999 · 1 year

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I feel like I have come to a point with Tumblr that I need to make a post about the way they have handled (or rather, not handled) moderation. At approximately 3am on Saturday, February 11, 2023, my wife was informed that her Tumblr account had been terminated. This came with no other information. She was not given details as to why her account was terminated and the only recourse she had was to use the "contact support" form to ask why her account was terminated and ask for how she could restore it. As of today, Feb 21, 2023, she has heard back nothing from the moderation team, just an acknowledgement that her emails have been received. We are looking at 10 days with zero communication.

My wife's account was used for fandom, for political commentary, and to discuss queer issues. She was active for years, and should not have been flagged as a bot based on her activity. If she was reported or has broken a rule, we do not know what it could have been. If this could happen to her, it could happen to you, to anyone. She used her account as a primary way of connecting with others and its loss has been a serious blow to her mental health. I have written to support myself and received a response but it was simply to tell me that she should contact them, which she has already done.

It's clear that they are not responding to her for reason or reasons unknown, given the fact that I got a response in 24 hrs but she has gotten nothing at all in 10 days. There seems to be no way to contact the moderation team outside of the support form, which has been ineffective. I feel I have no recourse but to make this issue public. Again, if this could happen to my wife, it could happen to anyone. I am half expecting to be terminated just for writing this post. I am going to try to blaze this, but I doubt they will allow it. If you see it, could you pass it on?

Thank you!

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alexdiedin1999 · 1 year

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Real

god, kurt kunkle is such a fucking whimpy, weak, pathetic, no-good, attention-whore loser.

and i really wanna fuck his brains out.

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alexdiedin1999 · 1 year

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Damn y’all actually thought the Ajax x reader was good..might actually have to write something now.

#I mean😳#if you want #ajax petropolus x you #wednesday fic

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alexdiedin1999 · 1 year

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convenient (2)(final)

summary: you finally talk to xavier after your argument

warnings: very slight mention of drugs

a/n: this was very highly requested! i hope you guys like the way i ended it! send in your xavier x reader request!

part 1

it has been a month since you exploded on xavier. you haven’t texted him. you haven’t talked to him. you haven’t even looked at him. he was dead to you.

you didn’t tell anyone about what happened due to the lack of trust and not to mention your best friend runs a blog that the majority of the school follows to keep up with the drama. and you were not trying to have your little meltdown be a source of entertainment for a bunch of high schoolers. but your plan of not telling anyone didn’t work out because it was pretty obvious you and xavier were mad at each other. so your story did end up on enid’s blog, of course not in full detail, but it had enough detail for you to get strange looks in the halls and people asking if you were okay 24/7. fortunately it died down after a few weeks, leaving you in peace. but not for long.

you were in the quad during your break scrolling through instagram when you came upon a link to enid’s new post on her blog. normally you would’ve kept scrolling, but the title caught your eye.

“THEY’VE BEEN HOOKING UP!? (what really happened between y/n l/n and xavier thorpe)”

you could’ve sworn you saw red. you haven’t been this angry in your whole entire life. everything else left your mind as you opened up the article. as you read it you realized it contained lies, rumors, and every single detail of the argument you had with xavier a month ago.

you never thought you could get any more angry than you already were, but apparently the universe was working against you today. you knew right then that xavier had told enid about your guy’s fight because he was the only other person who knew about it and you sure as hell didn’t tell her.

without a second thought you got up and went straight to the place you knew xavier would be. his art shed. he always goes there during break.

you could feel the twigs and leaves crunching under your feet as you stomped towards his shed. all the promises you made yourself about never speaking a word to him ever again were far gone.

you approached his shed not even bothering to knock. you busted through the door. he jumped and faced the door.

“jesus y/n, a knock would’ve been nice.” he said sarcastically.

“are you fucking serious right now?” you scream back.

“yeah, i am. you don’t talk to me for a month and then bust into my shed and scream at me.”

“have you not seen enid’s blog? why the hell would you tell her why i wasn’t talking to you?”

“y/n what are you talking about?”

you open your phone to the article and shove it in his face. “this, xavier. how could you tell her.”

“y/n, no i didn’t do that. i wouldn’t do that. not after everything i’ve done to you.”

“then how do explain enid knowing every single detail about our argument when we were the only ones who knew about it?”

“oh shit.”

“what do you mean oh shit?”

“that night when i left your dorm i kinda got high with ajax. i don’t really remember anything from that night. i was wasted. i guess i told him about our argument. he must’ve told enid.”

“god xavier.”

“i’m so sorry” he breathed out. “really. for everything. i miss you so much.”

“xavier-” you start.

“y/n, please just hear me out. i’ve realized i’ve been a shitty friend and person in general. i want to be a better person, i’m changing. and i don’t expect you to forgive me. that’s not what i’m asking. i just want you to give me another chance. this past month has been the worst time in my entire life. you are my rock y/n and i know that it shouldn’t have taken this for me to realize it, but i love you y/n. i’m in love with you.” he finished.

“you have to understand what you’ve put me through. i don’t know if i can ever forgive you. i just think we need some time apart. i can’t even to look at you anymore. not after i realized what i am to you.”

“i understand. just know i will wait for you. i will spend every second of every day changing myself. bettering myself. for you.”

you sighed. without saying a word you walked out of his shed heading towards the school.

you could tell he was being genuine. but it would take more than a few heartfelt words to allow you to look at him the same way again. only time can heal the scars he gave you. this was a different kind of pain. but if he really meant what he said. if he really loved you. he would wait. and somehow you would find your way back to each other.

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alexdiedin1999 · 1 year

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Ajax petropolis x reader

A/n: I’m so bad at writing but there’s like…two fics under Ajax petropolis x reader and my dude doesn’t deserve that 😔

E/C: eye color

summary: Ajax has been crushing on you for ages, dropping obvious hints every chance he gets. So why don’t you notice? Do you not like him? Something changes when the Rave’n dance comes.

warnings: like longing with fluff, happy ending, sucky writing, reader not picking up on obvious stuff, yelling.

The rave’n dance is coming up soon, and Ajax can’t wait. There’s just one problem. A certain someone doesn’t reciprocate his feelings. he’d dropped the most obvious hints, and they’d brushed them off like nothing had happened. Anyone except them would realize. To recount, these hints included:

•The time he gave you a heart necklace with your initials on it. You’d beamed at him and he almost thought you’d say what he so desperately wanted to hear. But then you said

“This is so sweet! You’re the best friend ever.” His heart sank into his chest. See, if he’d been a little more perceptive, he would’ve also paid attention to how much you were blushing when you gave it to him. But he didn’t.

•it was winter at Nevermore. The snow was thick and you’d dragged him outside, sticking your tongue out to catch the snowflakes. He admired you , your ability to look good even when you didn’t care. You turned to him, and giggled.

“what?” You asked. “Nothing!” He said quickly, looking away. “You were staring at me.” You pressed. “I- you have snow in your hair.” He lied. His face was red, but not from the cold. You shook your head, shaking the invisible flaked of snow from your hair. You were so unreal. The grip you had on his life was debilitating. Now, every time he looked at snow, he thought of you.

• He’d asked you to come over and have a movie marathon with him. He’d meant it as a date, and his heart had sped up when you’d said yes. It was perfect. He felt light as air every time you buried yourself deeper into his side on the way-too-small couch in his room. You thought it was lucky he even got one, considering he didn’t have to room with anyone. You shared with Enid. When you realized how late it was, you reluctantly said good night. He’d never felt better. “This was a great hangout. See you tommorow?” His smile faltered, but only for a second, when he heard the word hangout. He should’ve known you didn’t see him..like that. He hastily said good night.

Mix that with every other signal he’d given you, ever longing touch or small gift, even the way he looked at you. It was obvious. But you never noticed. He wanted to ask you to the Rave’n. So you met up like you did every Wednesday, at the weathervane. You sat, ordering the same thing you did every time. When the topic changed from homework to the Rave’n, he practically jumped at the chance to ask you.

“Y/n, I really want to go to-” Tyler sets the drinks down, interrupting him as he turns to you. “not to sound like a creep, but is there any chance..I could get your number?” You shoot a second long look at Ajax, turning back to Tyler and writing your number on a slip of paper he hands you, giving him your most seductive smile. Ajax feels sick to his stomach. You turn back to him. “Yeah?” You say, eyes wide. “Nothing.” He mutters, and hurriedly leaves after paying for his coffee.

Now he’s in your room, messing with your things while you finish your homework. He changes the song on your speaker, and you look up.

“hey! I liked that song.” You hit his arm playfully. He groans and turns it back. He was going to not pay attention to the song, save for a few nods of his head, but now that you’ve given your approval, he listens. The lyrics are about not confessing when your in love, and his heart tightens. He looks at you, focused on your work. You’re so pretty, your E/C eyes shining as you furrow your brow, furiously writing something down. He decides he can’t wait any longer. All he wants is to say it, to get you out of his head somehow. But instead he thinks about how many times you didn’t pick up on his hints, and he gets frustrated. He knows you’ve noticed. So why haven’t you done anything?

“Why do you keep rejecting me?” He asks. Your head shoots up, your eyes widening. He regrets what he’s said immediately.

“What?” You say, panic coursing through you. The truth was, you’d been trying to get Ajax to notice the crush you had on him for ages, dropping subtle signs that you were into him every now and then. “If you don’t like me I get it, but you have to stop being so…I don’t know.” He instinctively tries to run his hands through his hair before realizing his beanie is on.

“I..I’m so confused.” You say, trying to get it together as realization sets in. He steps closer. “God! You keep leading me on and then saying we’re just friends! Do you like me or not?” He doesn’t yell, not quite. He would never yell at you. But he’s frustrated, and it’s obvious. It’s not your fault, really. You’d both been misreading the situation forever.

“You like me back?” You say, happiness overwhelming you. His anger disappears, and he walks closer to you.

“God you can be so oblivious.” He groans. You move your face closer to him, smiling. “But you still like me.” You whisper to him, and he grins. “Yeah I do.” You kiss him, happily. You stay like that till you both need to come up for air. He looks away before asking, “do you want to go to the Rave’n with me?” You feel ecstatic as you nod, blushing a deep shade of scarlet. He smiles impossibly wider and reconnects your lips eagerly. Then another question pops into his head. He wishes they would stop so he can just enjoy the moment, the feel of your soft lips against his, but he feels inclined to ask.

“I thought you liked Tyler?” You grin at him as you readjust yourself onto his lap so you can kiss easier.“No, I just wanted to see if that would make you angry.” Relief flows through him. “Did it?” His hands press against your waist. “I don’t know, did it?” You reply against his lips. He doesn’t respond beyond pressing another fervent kiss against your lips, and that’s enough.

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