#mobile fucking sucks

[mtsodie]

it isnt but dw its probably the new tumblr app update messing w peoples phones, its fine in my desktop but not on my phone, which in my opinion says plenty

yeah that tracks honestly

#✉️ #Anonymous #mobile fucking SUCKS

[strawberrymilkshakeearrings]

you put your "ohh he roumd" tag on the post about jeffrey dahmer and not the duck you reblogged immediately before that and i was very confused for a solid while.

ALKDSJSD:LKFJS

#THANKS FOR LETTING ME KNOW holy shit #mobile fucking SUCKS #this is so funny im losing my mind #source:me #asks #ask #im imagining the OP of that post reading their tags and being very confused

[wonderfulworldofmichaelford]

Snippet Sunday

Thank you to @gingerpositivibee for the tag! Here’s the little bit @lilmissrantsypants and I have edited of the first part of Rhine City chapter 12!

Chapter Twelve

Wednesday June 28, 2017

For what felt like the fifteenth time that morning, Jemima held her phone to her ear and listened to the dull, tedious ringing play from the earpiece as she tried once more to get ahold of Ryo Amano. Her plan with the Countess was in motion and she needed his assistance more than ever, yet he was entirely MIA. This was unacceptable.

When she heard his voice announcing she had reached his voicemail yet again, Jemima sighed and ended the call. She dropped her phone into her lap and turned her attention to Macavity, who was driving her across the city to Ryo’s residence. “How much longer until we arrive?” she asked as calmly as she could despite the uncertainty swirling in her abdomen. She knew who was likely behind his untimely disappearance, but that didn’t make her any less nervous.

“Not much farther now,” he replied, his voice disquietingly even. She’d always known her bodyguard to be rather stoic, but today he had displayed a level of calmness that was rather unnerving as they’d hurried out.

Did he know something she didn’t? No, he would tell me, she reassured herself. Macavity never kept secrets from her. But why then was he acting so unusually patient and quiet? Could he sense her anxiety? Was he intent on being the calm during the storm?

As he pulled up to a stop sign, he gave her an aside glance through the rearview mirror. “Never did elaborate on why I hated working for Mr. Amano, did I?”

“I don’t believe so,” she answered gently, grateful for any distraction at the moment.

“Part of it’s his temperament, but I’ve made no secret of that,” Macavity chuckled before going quiet for a moment. He continued driving once more, speaking again after they’d passed through the intersection. “Other part is the company his mum kept. Miss Dawn and Mr. Cold would pop in sometimes, check up on him. He’d always be more vicious for a time after. Kenzo always told me he’d hear frightened sobbing from Ryo’s room long after they left.”

This raised more questions than it answered. “Why precisely does he continue entertaining his mother’s acquaintances in his home if he doesn’t care for them?”

“Miss Dawn has this air to her like she always gets what she wants, whatever it may be. Plus being a family friend must mean something,” he sighed. “And Cold… I didn’t know any better, I’d say he wasn’t human. Man’s unsettling. No idea what he’d do if he was told to leave.”

“Then I suppose we’re going to find out,” she declared before glancing out the window again. The elaborate iron gate to Ryo’s family home, a familiar sight as she’d visited his property many times before, soon came into view. What struck her as odd was the fact that it was already open and standing on either side of the entrance were two men in black suits and sunglasses. They appeared rigid and motionless. Had Ryo hired new bodyguards?

“Oh, lovely. Brought the whole crew with him. Bloody wonderful,” Macavity huffed, answering her question.

Jemima frowned as she stared at the men. “Is this normal when this ‘Cold’ visits?”

“Only when Miss Dawn is with him,” Macavity replied. “I was hoping she’d have left by now. No such luck, it seems.”

Jemima settled back into her seat while Macavity proceeded his way up the driveway, pulling to a stop next to one of the black cars with tinted windows presumably belonging to the mysterious employer. A few more men and women in suits and sunglasses were wandering around outside while another was standing next to a very nervous-looking Kenzo at the front door.

For reasons she couldn’t quite comprehend, a mysterious feeling of dread covered Jemima from head to toe like a blanket. She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and, as calmly as she could, asked , “How do you suggest we proceed?”

“Stay by my side, no matter what,” he instructed. “I’m not sure how they’re going to react, but I’m not letting any harm come to you. But you knew that already.”

She didn’t expect anything less, but it was reassuring to hear him say it. “Just refrain from doing anything rash,” she simply replied before taking off her seat belt and exiting the car.

Almost as soon as she stepped out, Kenzo’s head snapped towards her, his eyes shifting nervously towards the man next to him. As they approached, he called out, “Miss Mathers? Macavity? What are you doing here?”

She decided to play it casual to eliminate any need for suspicion. With a friendly smile and the muffled sound of her black leather flats click-clacking against the pavement as she approached the two men standing near the front door, she answered, “I’m simply here to visit a friend.”

Kenzo’s eyes once more darted nervously to the man beside him. “I don’t think you c—“

“Hold on,” the man beside him interjected in a flat, even tone. He reached his hand up to his ear and spoke in a monotonous voice. “Sir. It seems there are visitors. Two adult humans, one male, one female. I believe one is Jemima Mathers. Orders?”

Jemima’s smile faded, and she narrowed her eyes at the man. Whoever he was talking to, she knew it wasn’t Ryo.

The man was silent and unmoving for a moment before lowering his hand. “You may enter.”

“Thank you,” Jemima sarcastically remarked. With Macavity right behind her, she proceeded to Ryo’s front door. Pushing the door open, she entered the Amano home.

She was accustomed to visiting Ryo’s house during social events, like a New Year’s Eve party he had hosted the previous holiday season. She had only seen his home when it was alive with energetic excitement and full of the wealthiest and most influential people in the city.

Now, however, it was dull and quiet with an uncomfortable sense of foreboding lingering in the air. Somehow, despite it being mid-morning with the sun outside shining brightly, it was rather dark and dreary inside the house. How very odd…

“Well as I live and breathe,” came a thick, Southern drawl, “Jemima Mathers, the hero of Rhine City!”

#the vampirino story #sorry for the formatting #mobile fucking sucks

[choiliner]

watch watch, gotta watch watch me, yeah — for @ashxxgyu

#userhev #tusercelia #ayabestie #0x1zone #kangtaebins #usergyukai #tubatunet #moacentral #tomorrow x together #txt #beomgyu #choi beomgyu #mine #good boy gone bad #i hate how fcking BLUE AND PALE everything looks in this video i swear they look like ghosts in it #but anyway red haired beomgyu you will never be forgotten #don't ask me why i giffed this. i don't knOW #i swear i was watching yeonjun fancams and i tripped and fell and was sucked into a beomgyu black hole sjahdsakldhasd help #also help i just saw how this looks on mobile and it's terrible and pale as fuck for some reason but . well #whatever it's fine #ult tag 💖

[suburbanlegnd]

"processing the media for your post" what if i kill you

#TUMBLR WHY WTF WHYYYYY #they fucked up not only desktop dashboard but also the mobile app #but WHY? #not all apps and social media need to look the same #even the smallest differences make them all unique (even if some of them fucking sucks) #and tumblr is supposed to be the best of all of them #so what's not clicking? 🤨 #rambles #tumblr changes #processing the media for your post

[eldritch-thrumming]

i made this silly little post and then just did the thing myself :)

“I would say that Steve is… relatively smart. For a human.”

“Hey!” comes an irritated yell from the other room.

Robin turns to face the doorway, turning away from the camera. “Zip it, human! I’m doing my interviews. I have important things to say. People are very interested.” She turns back toward the camera again, a smile plastered to her face. “Now, what was I saying? Oh right, Steve. He’s… passably intelligent. I mean, he’s no Einstein, that’s for sure. That guy could party.” She laughs.

“Okay, and how long has Steve, uh, been with you guys?” Dustin asks from behind the camera.

“Um, maybe a year, I think?”

“I’ve been Eddie’s familiar for ten years,” Steve grumbles as he comes into the room with a cup of tea, which he holds out for Robin to take. He turns to Dustin and the camera. “It’s really just a matter of time before he turns me.” He rocks back on his heels. “He said literally any day now.”

Robin smiles placidly, nodding at him until he leaves the room.

“Between you and me,” she stage whispers to Dustin, “Eddie is never turning him.”

“Could you explain what a familiar is?” Dustin asks.

“Well… usually a familiar takes care of you, you know, does the cleaning, shopping, finds you victims.”

“Victims?” Will, another one of the producers, asks. He looks a little anxiously toward Lucas, the camera guy, who does his best to ignore it.

“Yeah, like. Food. You know.” Robin takes a sip from her teacup, waving her free hand in some vague gesture. “Nancy and I are partial to virgins.”

“Uh, right. Better watch out, Dustin,” Lucas laughs a little nervously, nudging Dustin with his elbow.

Dustin scowls, but before he can respond, Robin says, “Don’t worry. Nancy’s forbidden us from eating any of you.” She smiles again, like that’s supposed to make them feel any better.

~*~

“Okay, Steve, can you tell us a little bit about yourself?” Dustin asks Steve, who’s fidgeting on the couch.

Steve pulls at his collar as he answers. “Uh, sure. I used to be a kindergarten teacher. I actually really loved it? But then I met Eddie at a bar. Thought he was, uh, pulling my leg, you know, about the whole…” Steve rubs his palms on his thighs. “Vampire thing? Is that what we’re calling it?”

“Yeah, being a vampire. Sure,” Dustin responds.

“Right. Thought he was joking. Thought it was a line, you know. So I… this is kind of embarrassing.” Steve scratches at his cheek. “Well, I went home with him, y’know. You’ve seen him.” He laughs a little nervously. “Anyway, I found out that he actually was not lying, much to my… absolute horror really.”

“And… what made you stay?” Will asks.

“I dunno,” Steve shrugs his shoulders, eyes darting to the side of the camera, like he doesn’t really want to answer the question. “It’s an interesting prospect, isn’t it? Living forever? Being immortal?” He shrugs again.

“So,” Dustin starts, drawing out the ‘o’ sound. “Are you guys, like… more than friends?” Lucas visibly cringes at the phrasing.

Steve laughs, bright and surprised. “Uh, no. No. Just, uh. I’m just his familiar.”

“But you’ve been here ten years?“ The way the question comes out of Will’s mouth makes it sound like he hadn’t really meant to ask it. Dustin cuts him a look, scowling again.

“Yeah,” Steve sighs, looking down at his lap. “Yeah, I have.”

~*~

“Tell us about how you became a vampire,” Dustin says.

Eddie, who’s sitting on the couch in front of the camera, scratches at his neck, just under the collar of his shirt. “Hmm. I was turned in the 80s. Can’t really remember most of it. Was at some concert and some guy offered me some coke or something in the back of his van. Next thing I knew, I was waking up in a field feeling like shit. Thought I’d had a bad trip.” Eddie laughs.

“And have you ever turned anyone?” Will asks.

“No,” Eddie tells them, frowning slightly. “Don’t think I’d even know how.”

“But—“ Will starts, but Lucas digs his elbow into his ribs, cutting off his question.

“What about Steve?” Dustin asks instead.

“What about him?”

“He said he’s been with you ten years. That you’ve promised to turn him any day now.”

Eddie smiles, boyish and sweet. “Well. I say a lot of things. And look at him. Who’d give that up?”

Will and Dustin look at each other. “What do you mean?” It’s Lucas who asks this time.

“A pretty little human who does anything I say based on the abstract promise that I might one day make him a vampire?” Eddie grins.

Next to Dustin, Will lets out a long exhale.

#I tried to put a read more on this on mobile but I’m still so confused I’m really sorry!!!! i really tried but it didn’t work in my drafts #I’m sorry :( :( :( I will try again next time I know this sucks I’m scared to post bc I can’t do dumb basic shit on this stupid fucking app #bc I’m so fuckin dumb I’m sorry #steddie #steddie fic #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie fanfiction #steddie fanfic #steddie ficlet #steddie blurb #what we do in the shadows Steddie au lolololol #i didn’t know what else to say so it ends at the most awkward place ever but will wants Justice for Steve looololl #I’m not really funny enough to pull off this au but I tried lol #wwdits steddie au

[shayneysides]

TUA season three really had a scene where Allison explicitly says that while she knows everybody had difficulty being lost in time, nobody else is truly able to understand the traumatic experience that was being a black woman in 1960s Texas and how it has changed her as a person and filled her with completely justified anger that she doesn't know how to cope with because, again, her family fundamentally cannot understand her trauma, and multiple scenes where she talks about how losing Ray and Claire, the two people she loves more than anyone in the world, has made her bitter and hopeless and angry because she did nothing to deserve losing them except try her best to save them, and everyone who cannot understand the pain of losing a child telling her to suck it up has, again, filled her with completely justified anger, and the many times she has tried to improve herself resulting only in more pain and loss has made her lose hope that she can ever be happy and the fandom saw these scenes and went "Wow Allison was such a bitch this season! I hated her!"

7/17/22 EDIT: Since I've gotten a lot of replies talking about how her actions are inexcusable, especially what she did to Luther, I just want to say I agree! I agree that her actions are fucked up and not okay and can't be forgiven- this post was never meant to be about excusing or defending her actions, especially not the SA (I have many thoughts on that scene, which I can make a separate post about if anyone wants), it's about the way the fandom has been erasing her complexities and treating her as a one-note villain. So before you comment "but what she did to Luther!" I know! I'm just asking you to look at her whole character and what led to her actions, not just act like she suddenly became this horrible, evil person all of a sudden without any reason.

#the umbrella academy #tua spoilers #allison hargreeves #like are you fucking KIDDING ME #LISTEN TO YOURSELF! #edited bc the formatting sucked ass tumblr mobile is sobad

[robanilla-writes]

Dreamtale <s>Drabbles</s> Part 3, in which the brothers bond over a good meal

about 1.3k words | CW: Self-hatred / self-worth issues. Implied abuse. Bittersweet.

Part One | Part Two

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Nightmare was very careful. He placed a ring of stones around his little fire and kept the flame low, relying more on the slow burn of the coals. He hums as he works, using what sparks of magic he can to fashion himself a small knife, which he uses to cut through leaves and grass and the fish he managed to catch in the stream nearby. He had been foraging today and had found himself some wild herbs and fruits too. Nature was a rather neutral force, but Nightmare had done a lot of reading as he prepared- he knew what to look for to keep Dream safe.

Dream had volunteered to head into the village and trade for spices and other useful tools that might help Nightmare cook. He was hoping for a cutting board, a pan, and maybe a plate or two- but he wasn't about to be picky. He looks up in the direction of the village at the thought of his brother.

Nightmare taps a rhythm along to his melody, which turns into a yearning call.

“I'm worried about him,” Nightmare whispers to himself. “I feel a weight in my chest. It feels bad, but this can also be good, because my worry means that I care about Dream. Overall, positive.”

Nightmare continues to hum his tune, pausing every now and then to check in with himself. He thinks he's in a pretty good mood today, despite the way he also feels bad. It's weird and confusing. He's trying to get better. This is also not bad.

Is he bad?

No. The villagers are wrong about that. Nightmare is the Guardian of Negativity. This is not bad or good. It is an overall neutral position.

Nightmare pokes at his coals.

“Mother, you made me to be the opposite of Dream, right?”

Nightmare sits still, and listens. His aura shifts in the wind, and his magic glows from his eye sockets. In his chest is the thumping of a weight, neither heart nor soul, that is ever confident of the answer.

Yes.

“Then… is Dream good?”

Nightmare stops breathing as he waits for her answer, not wanting to miss a single sign of her response.

Yes.

Nightmare curls up tighter, bringing his knees up so that he could rest on them. He flips the fish, avoiding a burn to the other side. He takes a berry from his small stash and nibbles on it.

Of course Dream was good. What a silly question. He was pure positivity, after all. Everyone liked him. It was only natural.

Nightmare’s whisper shakes a bit as he says to himself, “I feel a weight in my skull. I am upset, but I shouldn't be. This is bad. Overall, negative.”

That's what he is. A being of pure negativity.

Nightmare frowns. “Why do I feel other things if I am supposed to be bad? It is not always that I feel bad. ”

As he waits for a reply, he takes his fish off of the heat. Dream should have been back by now.

Then again, why would he hurry back to Nightmare? Dream probably felt so drained all the time, dealing with his heavy negative aura and bad emotions. The village wasn't safe, but…

He couldn't fault Dream for preferring the villagers’ company, who all loved him, and showered him in praise and gifts and hugs-

Your vessel is flawed and imperfect, child.

Nightmare looks down at his hands. He <i>was</i> flawed and imperfect. Which had to mean Dream was everything he wasn't; his brother was good, he was beautiful, he was loved.

Nightmare wasn't satisfied with this, and something within him kept pounding against his bones, cracking itself further and leaking through the gaps in his body. There was so much magic rumbling around in his vessel that it spilled from his eye sockets and dripped to the grass.

“Nighty?”

He jolts up from his position, wiping at his face instinctively, but only making his tears more obvious. He bites his tongue and looks up at his twin, doing his best to school his expression. It wouldn't do to put the burden of his negativity on his shoulders.

Dream frowns, and Nightmare hates it when he does that.

He glances over Dream's body and sees new bruises on his wrists. He glares at them- Dream's vessel was supposed to be perfect and good. Yet here he is, damaged and exhausted, feeling negative about… him. Dream takes a step towards him, limping as he does.

Maybe Dream was perfect and good, but only when Nightmare wasn't there with his badness to taint him.

That doesn't make sense.

Nightmare reaches out to Dream's hand, and Dream takes it as an invitation to drop down by his side. He is graceful about the movement, and Nightmare can see the way his aura glows. He sets his spoils down, and while Nightmare soothes his aggravated bones, Dream's other hand reaches out to hold his face gently. He has a question in his gaze, and Nightmare just shakes his head in response.

Dream doesn't accept that. He makes Nightmare look at him again and asks out loud this time.

“What's wrong?”

When Nightmare makes a point to refocus on healing him, Dream just sighs. He knocks his skull gently against Nightmare's, staying there for a moment.

Nightmare takes as much comfort as he feels he deserves.

Dream pats his cheek and moves away to collect the bounty of the day; a pan and a wooden board, a few small pouches of salt, pepper, and something red- Nightmare wonders if it's supposed to be spicy. Since when did Dream like spicy?

“Do you know what kind of fish that is?”

Nightmare sniffles, rubbing at his eye sockets. “Mother said it- uhm. It looked like a trout of some kind.”

“It looks like plenty for the both of us. Nice catch,” Dream says.

Nightmare thanks him, and takes the wooden board from the pile. With his small knife, he cuts into the fish so he and Dream would have equal halves before he seasons them. It would have been better to wait until Dream returned for this step, he thinks, so the seasoning could cook into the fish. He'd just have to try that next time.

Nightmare sniffs, and realizes a moment after that he was experiencing a negative emotion. That wouldn't do! He was cooking for Dream- the whole reason was to give his brother a happy, positivity filled meal. He pauses in his motions and wonders if he was an idiot for believing that he could manage that.

Dream hums. “Thank you for cooking, Nighty. Was it fun?”

Nightmare blinks. He looks over to Dream as his thoughts are interrupted. He had to backtrack for a moment to give Dream an honest answer.

“I… yes. I did.”

“Good! That makes me happy,” Dream says with a grin.

Nightmare stares at him.

“Me having fun makes you happy?”

Dream nods. “Of course it does. I love you.”

He says it like it was obvious. Effortless. Inevitable- because, well, of course it was. Nightmare smiles, the thumping pound against his ribcage easing.

“I love you, too.”

Dream's eye lights flash molten gold, and his aura balloons to engulf the world in that love. He grins so brightly, and Nightmare can't help but grin back.

He turns to the meager meal he's prepared, and with a loving touch, finishes it off with a sprig of rosemary on each side.

Dream claps his hands in a happy stim, and laughs, buoyant and joyful, and Nightmare is all at once certain that if he was able to make Dream happy then he could live with being in his shadow.

When they finally take a bite, the bridge of their noses scrunch up in unison.

Nightmare had added too much salt.

They look at each other and burst out in giggles at the same time.

They'll be fine, Nightmare thinks. As long as they could make each other happy… as long as they stuck together… as long as they tried.

They'll be fine.

#robanilla-writes #my writing #its certainly not fucking canonically dreamtale #dreamtale fic #dreamtale brothers #dream sans #nightmare sans #gentle reminder that they Are Kids #and that the tragic inevitability of their story Will Come to Pass #but uhhhhhhh yeah #they love each other. they are family. they are friends #let them be happy at least a little bit me #is this magic bitty bits? maybe. #i have a lot lot lot lot of thoughts about the backstories of all my boys #also also also if you're wondering why tf i use html for the italics and strikethroughs sometimes but not others- #its beause tumblr mobile sucks. and if i edit one word in a paragraph it then. changes the entire fucking paragraph. i hate it i hate it #aaaaaaaa #anywayyyyy #also i know it doesn't work. iknow you can see the little coding without the intended affect. i am sorry about that #this is how i write for ao3 lmao

[vurrart]

I've gained like 100 bot follows in the past day tumblr needs to fix its shit so badly

#the problem is I'm on mobile so i cant remove them from my followers #and tumblr fucking sucks so when i block them from main they disappear from my following list but they still count as followers #who at tumblr hq thought that was a good idea btw #not vurrart

[king-carnivore]

PSA for anyone suffering from the new discord layout they've been rolling out:

In settings, under appearance, there's a feedback option just in regards to the new changes

#discord #discord mobile #this update sucks #like i wanna cry i didnt fucking need this #carnivore vents

[tradingjack]

babygirl's babygirl alert

[Edit: updated with IDs for accessibility, thank you @princess-of-purple-prose for the descriptions :D]

#tumblr mobile i swear to god format my post correctly or die by my hand. i dont wanna go to my computer just to post #nicholas d. wolfwood #trimax spoilers #trigun #trimax #the punisher #chapel #fuckin nerd more like. smh #drawing #artists on tumblr #illustration #my art #comic #art #manga #traditional art #i fuckin hate drawing the punisher btw. it sucks ass to draw lmfao #like in its out form #did it once and i literally would prefer to just draw a normal fucking gun instead #which sucks cause i know ill be drawing the punisher again eventually :/ #i dont like the comp of this one as much as the vash but it's just a bunch of studies. and by god did i study #the way i ended up at my computer in the end 😔 oh well

[dreamcatchr]

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#bet yall never thought you'd see this again huh #me? making satchel gifs again? omg.. it's like we got sucked into a wormhole and went back in time #these gifs can and Will take a century to load on desktop. they take way less time on mobile for some reason but they still take forever #blame it on me for losing my old laptop w my good editing software :P also blame me for making these gifs way too fucking large #anyways yeah the brainrot is still in fact ongoing. i can assure yall. this man Still continues to have me by the metaphorical balls #satchel #steel panther #satchel666

[randomgooberness]

Gordon should NOT get a biological hand back(if he does it’s busted to all hell and mostly numb). And any prosthetic he gets sucks ass unless it has a cartoony switchable feature that lets him adapt to certain tasks because even high tech prosthetic hands with the correct reaction speeds will never beat gun arm if your goal is shooting something.

What im saying is he makes a million different hands for himself to the point where he has “fork hand” and “screwdriver hand” and “scissor hand” ect

#hlvrai #gordon feetman #HAPPY 5 AM IM STILL RUNNING ON 3 HOURS OF SLEEP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #like look. i dont expect the RTVS gang to put thought into their disability rep in a comedy series on gmod. i dont #but also i get so tired seeing people be like. oh his arms back :) AT LEAST LEAVE IT SCARRED AND NUMB……DAMN! #not to mention people constantly sleep on how interesting mobility aids are to flesh out for characters #though that might be from my years of experience writing an amputee. #DISCLAIMER!! I MYSELF AM NOT AN AMPUTEE JUST BTW!!!!!!!!! LISTEN TO ACTUAL AMPUTEES BEFORE ME #though im repeating everything ive ever heard ESP that prsothetics tend to fucking suck #not saying he cant HAVE a robot hand. i draw him with one. i just think itd be funnier and more realistic if he swaps it out #might draw examples when i wake up bc its silly and fun :) #wait adding more tags despite the fact that NO ONE WILL READ THEM. this is esp the case bc hes right handed #he needs his right hand for fine motor skill you will NOT get that with a prosthetic

[jewishbarbies]

“kids these days don’t know how to do [mostly useless thing]! they’re so weak!” and who’s job was it to teach them. imagine being the people that let down an entire generation.

#g talks #tired of boomers and older millennials #y’all fucking suck #you didn’t teach your kids #no one taught your kids #and now you shame them for not knowing #mine #/mobile #/okay to reblog

[spearxwind]

@staff new layout fucking sucks stop copying twitters homework

#put the create post button where it has been for the past 10 years what the hell dude #thunderclap #i am actually getting dangerously close to leaving this site lmao #'we wanna retain our creator base' stop fucking around with the UI unprompted you are making it look like shit #literally just stop copying twitter its a dogshit site and you are alienating your current userbase in favor of appeasing the masses #not every website needs to be a stand in for mobile... you can have topbars........... this shit sucks

[sapphire-weapon]

some of you guys are really having a hard time coping with the fact that RE wasn't made for you, huh

#it wasn't made for me either #very few video games are #this is a reality i accepted back when i was like #ten years old #yall need to figure it out #video games are still a MASSIVELY male-dominated medium #which sucks bc it's been statistically proven that women are a higher percentage of game players than men #but women primarily play mobile games #AAA games are still the realm of cishet men #this is the reality of the world we live in #maybe more women and queers would play AAA games if publishers stopped catering exclusive to cishet men but #lmao why fuck up a good thing amirite