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godshideouscreation · 2 years
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Onlyfans (explicit) (free) / Manyvids / Fansly / TikTok / Twitter
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accio-victuuri · 8 months
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In relation to the issue i spoke about yesterday, some more melon/entertainment accounts on weibo started making more of a fuss. even if the whole video was out, they “interpreted” da peng’s expressions into something bad, so DP clarified in the best way. lol. why? you all insecure he was able to do a premiere and roadshow that successful in a different country? 😂😂😂😂
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and we all know which group was all over the comments of all those initial posts. 🍤🍤🍤. honestly. i love xz but his big name fans on weibo are operating like yxh accounts. i hate bringing this up but i’ve had enough of them. 🏍️🏍️🏍️ are not perfect, even us, bxgs have our own faults. but these aquatic creatures are too much. i just hope it doesn’t turn off people in the industry, not wanting to work with xz cause his fans are too risky or have attacked them before.
ANYWAY, evil will never win. Karma will do it’s thing in due time.
“Fandom” operation on Weibo is so messy so i’m always disappointed when international fans try to adapt it on certain platforms. 💀💀💀💀
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hackedmotionsensors · 2 months
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today is SO uncomfortable.
Props to the livers who are still doing their best to strive through this.
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percentstardust · 9 months
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is this trend still a thing cause i wanted to make them for my dank spin off ghostface devilface oc.
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owlish-owlhouse · 1 year
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TW: Mental Health
Sometimes I'm not in a good place mentally. And little things make those bad mental days worse. I try so hard to be a good person to do good things that matter. I need to stop trying so hard I need to stop getting myself so excited only to be disappointed but I can't. Everyone keeps telling me to stop being safe to take risks but each time I take a risk it blows up in my face. Some of the risks need to be good. Some of the risks need to not hurt so bad.
I lose all my energy and drive and focus and I just become someone I really don't like. It gets hard to get up, to move, to draw or write or read or create. I lose my joy and my anger and my sadness and I become numb. I've had intrusive thoughts since my younger teen years and they've never quite gone away, they stop for awhile but they come back stronger than before. Sometimes things just pile up and eventually they spill out.
I'm at a breaking point. And I don't like venting to other people, I don't like dumping things on others. I'm just so tired of so many things. I don't know why I'm typing this, I don't know why I'm posting it. I'm honestly just not in a good space and I'll be fine. I'm always fine. But when is it going to get better than fine? Better than okay?
I just wish I knew what was wrong with me. What was wrong with my brain. I wish I could fix it. But I don't know how.
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interlagosed · 2 years
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I have given up pretending they’re not together.
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adampage · 2 years
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I..what the hell is going on between punk and the young bucks and hangman and apparently cobana?????
it stems back to the media scrum from last night.
some journalist there used to be good friends with colt and punk saw him and it like triggered his ptsd or some shit. he went off about colt, saying he was tired of everybody bringing him up and that he had nothing to do with him being sent to roh. (punk means it in the sense that he didn’t tell tony to do it, but I have no doubt tony made that decision on his own on purpose, to make sure there wouldn’t be any incidents. anyway, this is something where i probably would side with punk on, because it does suck that people keep bringing this shit up after more than a decade. this is the one case where i would also side with punk over hangman because i don’t think hangman should’ve mentioned the worker’s rights thing in that one promo unless they had gone over it together and punk cleared it.) he then went off about hangman, and I’m not sure exactly what about because I couldn’t bare to listen to it myself, but I don’t think he likes him lmao. (and you’re gonna laugh, but I think he sees a little bit of himself in hangman and that might be what aggravates him. here’s why: hangman has said on more than one occasion that he doesn’t go looking for veterans’ advice. he would rather learn from his own personal experiences and trial and error. he’ll sit and listen if the advice is given, but it doesn’t mean he’ll take it. which reminds me of a quote from Mox’s book where Danielson told Mox to not go looking for advice because if you don’t listen to someone’s advice, that person will end up having heat with you. sometimes you just have to go with your gut and do what you think is right, which is what hangman does. and punk does that too, but the difference is hangman keeps negativity to himself. when punk does what he thinks is right, he trash talks people to the point of insult and offense. hangman doesn’t do that. he gives his thought on something and moves on. but punk just talks and talks and talks and talks and doesn’t shut up about it. that’s the key difference. but at the end of the day, they’re both doing what they believe is right. I just think maybe he thinks hangman is not doing shit the right way and won’t take his advice, which is funny to me because punk made a living off being the character that didn’t give a fuck what any authority figure or more experienced wrestler had to say.) he also said anyone that’s got any problems with him, can come talk to him after.
then some wrestling journalists broke news that after, the bucks and cm punk had an altercation and that fists flew (unsure who did first). idk if that’s true but i hope it’s not. and if it is, let’s hope tony doesn’t hold punk and his evps to a different standard than he did eddie kingston, who got suspended for barely grazing sammy’s face.
please take all of this with a grain of salt as most of it is my opinion and i heard most of this secondhand. all i know is that i am tired of real life bullshit happening near my wrestling, but i guess it’s my job to close my eyes to it. unfortunately, it’s very hard. lmao
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neversith · 8 months
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it’s coarse rough and irritating and it gets EVERYWHERE
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leafcabbage · 2 years
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tw animal death, tw cancer under the cut
if it hasnt been painfully obvious based on my posts, shit has been happening in my personal life. my dog of over a decade just died. like an hour ago “just.” she had osteosarcoma, and while she was still there in her personality and still eating food (always. always eating food.) she was in pain and the cancer had spread a lot, and the kindest thing to do was euthanize her. it was peaceful, it was at home, she wasnt alone.
why are you telling us this, tumblr user leaf cabbage? i guess theres two reasons. one is that this is going to impact my writing and that’s what you are all here for. i dont know if ill be writing more as escapism, or less because i have a story about grief and i dont even know how to handle my own. i dont know how grief is gonna hit me this time around. i hope you will understand. i hope it does not impact the quality of my work. i want to give you the best, and i promised a lot over the summer. i want to write what you guys deserve, which is a good and satisfying story.
the other is selfish i guess. i just want other people to know she existed. she was an incredible dog and i want everyone to know she was here. she was a huge part of my world. she mattered more than most things. i want her to be known.
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here’s to her. tate “tater tot” b. will always be the sweetest dog to ever exist in my eyes. 
thank you for reading. thank you for your patience and understanding when it comes to my writing
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anothersuperstition · 2 years
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having addict parents even as an adult sure makes each day just a super great and fun new surprise. this shit fucking sucks.
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chainmail-butch · 2 years
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Moved up 20lbs on chest presses today, feels like success
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lizardsister · 2 years
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i think its inherently not great to speculate other people being trans - like obviously there's situations where its less weird (IE maybe a friend of yours is very clearly dropping Hints/signs) & when it comes to Fictional Characters its like go hogwild my dudes i think half of the characters i like are trans. when it comes to real people though i think its really weird to do though especially with celebrities or other similar people you might have a parasocial relationship with
that being said. i think colin meloy is a trans woman
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Let’s f’n go!
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sineating · 2 years
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i am behaving borderlineishly this evening (sabotaging all my friendships for reasons totally unknown and insignificant) which means its time for me to go to bed
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percentstardust · 1 year
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vhagar when aemond jumps off of her, performs some aerial flip before landing on the ground, and proceeding to cut people down:
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Dirty Little Secrets, Deception, and The Peace
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I’m not a person who calls other people out. I don’t like confrontation. I don’t like animosity. I don’t particularly even care for debate. I’ve spent the past 7 years not personally saying out loud or even typing in a public way the name of the person essentially driving the American news cycle because I believe words matter and they have power, and I don’t like giving shitheads more power by talking about them. I prefer promoting what I love (which would be the opposite of shitheads). I’ve tried with every word I’ve written and shared in a public way to do that…to promote what I love…to stay positive and optimistic and hopeful. But I also want to be honest. I’ve always been honest here. Not personally identifying, but still honest. And I want to be connected to other honest people.
Honesty is very important to me. In fact, of all the shit I hate in life, deception is probably the thing that triggers me the most. Anxiety. Depression. Self-judgment about not being a human lie detector that’s 100% accurate. ANGER. I’m actually not a person who is quick to anger. Which is a goddam miracle considering the place I came from and the family I grew up in. But boy does deception trip that wire. I cannot stand being lied to. Even white lies meant to placate me or protect my feelings rub me the wrong way and make me wary to trust people. So people who have intentionally deceived me or someone I care about (or all of us) with selfish and likely harmful motives just SUPER PISS ME OFF. I hate doing this. It makes me feel icky; like I’m upsetting The Peace. That’s not something I enjoy doing (I know some people do enjoy doing that…but that ain’t even close to me). I LIKE keeping The Peace. But sometimes that means covering up for shitty people, or it means acting like something shitty isn’t going down like the proverbial ostrich with its head in the sand. So I’m going to get really honest here about some things that have blown up recently here, and about times in my personal life where I’ve been duped with deception and how those people fooled me. This post is going to be long, so if you want to jump off here...
Before I met J, when I was a teenager and young adult (I met J when I was 25; he was 31…so yeah, a bit older than me, but not outrageously older than me), I dated several…SEVERAL…young men who wanted to keep our relationship a secret. I’m not talking the details of our private time together, or the intimate things we shared about ourselves. I mean, ‘Don’t tell anyone we’re dating/seeing each other/together.’ I knew all these guys in person, had information about their school performances, jobs, hobbies…sometimes for years ahead of my romantic association with them. All these guys shared mutual friends with me, so I afforded them a wide swath of benefit of the doubt even though the secrecy or just their desire for the secrecy made me feel like absolute shit. Don’t get me wrong; I’m a super private person. I ran a D/s blog and rarely ever talked about kink. I get embarrassed talking to J about sex still and we’re middle aged married parents. I understand wanting to protect privacy and not wanting The Riffraff to interfere in your relationship if you’re in a crowd, particularly an anonymous one online. Shit, I even published my fictional work for sale using a pen name. I get it. But it still felt off to me; the request for total secrecy. My shit was all way way way pre-social media. I wasn’t looking for Status Update: In a Relationship with Jennifer. I just wanted to like…tell my best friend A that I was going to a movie with X this weekend if he called me on the phone to ask what I was doing this weekend. It felt to me at the time like these guys were ashamed of me (and I’m sure there was at least some truth to that), but now in retrospect I’m seeing they were probably sizing me up for some kind of victimhood beyond just making me feel bad about myself and unworthy. If no one knows you’re together, no one will believe you when you say that person hurt you in a ‘partner’ sort of way. They can’t have cheated on you if no one knows you were together. She can’t have threatened to kill herself if you break up if no one knows you were together. He can’t have violated you physically or been stalking you after a breakup if no one knows you were together. The guys who did this to me never did any of that to me (at least they didn’t cheat that I know of), but it’s probably because they decided since I’m a quiet person who liked keeping The Peace, that maybe I’d actually be believed if I told someone they hurt me, even with their deception skills.
And then in 2016, I lost a lot of friends due to (simplifying shit big time here) ‘political differences,’ but all of this friend loss was basically driven by one dude. I’d known him since high school. One of my best friends was also one of his best friends. His older sister took Sociology with me in college. His younger brother was gay. He came from a nice family and we shared a lot of mutual friends and then he suffered a great tragedy in his life, which sparked a lot of sympathy and empathy from both myself and J. He was really sad (of course), and having a rough time coping, so we helped him do a lot. Invited him to family dinners, even extended family gatherings with us. We found him a job when he was unemployed. J fixed broken things on his car and at his home for him. We supported and encouraged him as he looked for a new relationship and remarried after the tragedy and divorce. He spent a lot of time with us…in our home…sharing meals. We trusted him with our son. He was a pretty charismatic, likable and reasonably popular guy when he wasn’t depressed (and not to toot our own horn here, but I’d like to believe J and I were a part of improving his life at the time for him to get back to ‘charismatic, likable, and popular’…) But when I (privately…because I’m not normally a public call out, confrontational person, because I like keeping The Peace) asked him about some disturbing shit he’d posted on social media (sexist, racist, homophobic…), he blocked me and stopped all contact with us in early 2016. And then he gave my email address and cell phone number to a bunch of solicitors and political campaigns, knowing it would trigger major anxiety for me to have to field a bunch of texts, emails, and phone calls from strangers trying to sell me things I didn’t want. J and I both knew this man personally for YEARS…we knew his family and friends (they were our friends too…we thought). But when we (again, privately) shared what had happened with us with mutual friends, they all sided with him. There’s a person who read at J’s and my wedding that we haven’t spoken to in 6 years because they chose this man over J and me. That still hurts. 
And now we’re at here on tumblr, over the past couple weeks. Reality is, I’m guilty of keeping the Peace here, and I regret that, which is why I’m writing this long ass post now. But I also want to be honest, particularly about me and my feelings and actions, for the few people who I care about their opinions of me, and I care about having clarity of where I stand and why I did or didn’t do things. To start out, I felt disappointed and a bit betrayed by one person. Again, like the other big instances in my life when someone hurt me with deception, I gave this person a lot of latitude to minor-league fuck up without any consequence because other people I like liked him. Other people I trust trusted him. He had a close friendship with at least one woman that didn’t involve sexual attraction in any way that he publicly lauded, and that’s a known weakness soft spot for me because of my own best friend of 30 years (aside: my own best friend of 30 years is a guy who’s always been honest with me; even about shit that covering it up would have protected my opinion of him…A ain’t perfect, and he’s fucked up big a couple times, but he’s always owned it, and he has always tried to atone for it the best way he could, which sometimes meant letting people think he was the villain…he IS the villain in some stories…but I still think he’s a good man because he doesn’t use deception to skew people’s view of his mistakes). I read his Asks, and I thought I saw Good Man Potential in a lot of the answers, and sometimes I clarified or even opposed what he said, and at least with me, he always showed grace when I did that. I feel shitty now that even though his following was a lot lot lot larger than mine, and is likely a significant reason mine was as large as it was, that I probably led at least one person to him that otherwise wouldn’t have been there, because I tagged onto his asks. And I feel shitty because the truth is, I hadn’t followed this guy myself for several years, even though I still occasionally reblogged an ask if one of my (trusted, women) friends showed it to me first. I stopped following him because his tone, in my perception, shifted. Harsher. More self-centered. More fear-mongering instead of comforting and helpful. I mean, there’s self confidence and tough love and realism, but there are lines when all of those things can shift from healthy to harmful, and for me, he got there a while ago. But I didn’t say anything. Because I know I have a short line. And I’m not always right. But I should have said something, at least privately to some people who are more comfortable being The Voice. My short line was right this time. Did this guy do anything illegal? No. Could he be taken to court for anything he did? Almost certainly not. But did he act like a shifty, cagey, selfish asshole? Yeah. He purposefully misled people about how many women he was involved with at a time, and how he was involved with women, and intentionally curated an image of a trusted elder figure in order to keep doing it. He betrayed the confidence of at least one person in a serious way; a way so serious I’d equate it with consent violation, and he was a person who consistently and boldly preached that ‘consent is sacrosanct.’ Apparently, he only really believed that when it came to actual physical sex, and who knows...maybe not then either.
I’m sorry to anyone who got hurt because before I knew better, I steered you into a bad place. I should have said something when I felt it. A long time ago.
And then the situation kept expanding to include more and more people who weren’t what they claimed to be. One of these people in particular I considered a good friend. Until she turned on me. For the same reasons so many other ‘friends’ have turned on me. I showed a lot of care and support and availability to her. I tried to express clearly in the moment what her friendship and helpful actions did for me, even when those actions were just routine, ‘ordinary’ things like watching the same TV show together, or serendipitous, like sparking a memory or a feeling from a random conversation that unlocked my long term writer’s block. But as soon as I expressed a boundary or a question...’Are you sure you want to say/do this?’ ‘I can’t do what you’re asking of me because of other responsibilities and priorities I have...’ ‘This is hurting me and I have to stop...’ I tried to engage her in anything positive we had been doing together for the past year. Let’s watch a show together...let’s read a story together...let’s talk about this Life Thing for a while. I asked her to check on her own well-being...are you eating enough? Have you slept? Maybe you should take a break from this and listen to some music and cuddle your pet… She ignored all of this. Which was concerning and it hurt a bit, but others who did the same were met with accusations of gaslighting and condescension so she was still affording me some sort of special status I never asked for and was in itself making me uncomfortable at that point. My final writing piece on my old tumblr blog that had a lot of followers (a lot to me at least; not even a tenth as many as these people who made me feel so low and shitty claimed to have) was devoted to supporting her and lauding her goodness and all the good she’d done for me over the previous year. She ASKED me, in a not-exactly-private way to write that piece for her as a show of support. And I did. And I felt rushed and pressured about it. But I still did it. And gave her editorial approval over it before I posted it. At the time, even though I was already extremely uncomfortable with the entire situation, I meant what I wrote in it. And then I left. Which I told her ahead of time I was going to do. I actually told her I’d just send her the piece and she could post it if she wanted to, but she told me I had to post it or it ‘wouldn’t have the impact I wanted.’ But I didn’t want any impact. I just wanted to go. I’d been thinking of leaving since summer of 2021 because things just felt ‘off’ all over. Most of the contacts I’d come to tumblr for in the first place were gone. This drama pushed me over the edge. I still posted it myself and waited for a reblog another blogger graciously gave me so I could delete asap anyway. I’m not sure she ever actually interacted with the piece she asked me to write and post for her after I’d done it. She never mentioned it again. Instead, she attacked previous allies and even people who were victimized by the situation she originally claimed to be supporting, like anything I said or did didn’t matter at all. Like anything else in my life didn’t matter at all. Like I didn’t matter at all. She asked me to create a new blog ‘just to follow mine and see all the people that love me because I know you run on that.’ I do ‘run on that,’ when ‘that’ is real love and friendship unfolding, not blind and ignorant sycophantic worship. I told her no. I wasn’t going to do that. I didn’t want to engage in any of it anymore; it was ugly and felt bad and was hurting me; I had other, more important concerns. MY SON was struggling at the same time. I didn’t have time to devote to doing what she wanted. I got met with instant and extreme cruelty and hostility. I even knew it was coming, because I’d seen her turn previously on others who questioned her or expressed boundaries, hours to days before. I felt I was next. I felt like she was asking me to choose between her friendship and my son’s mental health and my own mental health and my real life family responsibilities and other friendships by way of demanding unquestioning and instant compliance with every demand. I felt like she expected to be my top or perhaps only priority, and anything less than that was betrayal. She called me a martyr for talking about my feelings of anxiety and insecurity the situation and she herself was creating. She said I abandoned her by leaving tumblr because I experienced ‘a couple hours of anxiety.’ She basically called me a bad friend. She’d brought up previous trauma from my bad 2016 friendship experience, and somehow also childhood trauma from my mom’s treatment of me simultaneously. I’d started questioning (and honestly I still am questioning) if anything good I ever felt with her, if her friendship with me was ever real. I have kind of started to question the realness of every relationship I have or have ever had except for J and A and my son. It’s been really weird and hard and exhausting. I feel like I have whiplash. I had to write about it to feel better, but it’s why I’m here with like 10 people and I hope it never gets any bigger than this. I’m going to try and control it so it never gets any bigger.  
To close up here, my son is doing better. I feel free and generally happier and safer since I deleted my previous blog. I missed writing, so I made this intensely private space to do it again. I do not want the people who have previously hurt me to have any access to me at all. I feel better, but a lot of progress I’d made with trusting people and accepting positive attention from other people has been shattered to pieces. I do still believe in good D/s, and I still believe in good men. I still believe in mixed gender friendship and online friendship. I still believe in happily ever after love that lasts forever and that it’s everywhere and can start up a lot of different ways for ‘ordinary’, imperfect people. And I still believe that vulnerability in being known and sharing feelings and soul deep pieces of ourselves is hard but worth it. That all being said, we all have to be careful with ourselves, because people who show us what looks like friendship and love and care and help and protection can be deceiving. Even if you’ve known them what you think is well and what you think is for a long time and even if they’ve been sharing real life meals with you in your real life house. It’s even EASIER to deceive or fall for deception online, where our responses and images are curated and cultivated intentionally, and a level of anonymity can protect our creation. If you have/do trust someone who ends up hurting you, know that damn near all of us have experienced the same thing. It’s not on you for being a lover. It’s on them for being a deceptive piece of shit.
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