if i tell you my response to the “ao3 got scraped for genai again” thing is to write a story about how jd vance killed the pope because he was in heat and the pope wouldn’t knot him and it’s 1036 words, how many of you would call my mother to have her check on me?
I’d tell you it was brilliant and start omegaverse RPFing half the administration.
I’d complain that you hadn’t included the link.
It’s here and exactly as cursed as you think it will be: Ezekiel 23:20
You guys do know you’re supposed to reblog things, right
“well i like this post but i’m worried my followers might not” fuck your followers. The entire point of tumblr is to cause irreparable psychic damage to your followers. We are locked in mortal combat on the astral plane. You must win. You Must Win. You Must Destroy Them.
Look, if I, with my deeply closeted furry tendencies and crippling social anxiety, can summon the psychological fortitude to reblog the werewolf boyfriend pineapple post every single time I see it, so can you.
“It doesn’t help your credibility to exaggerate, most employers wouldn’t literally work you to death” like, I used to work in distribution. If booking a truck driver for back to back shifts until they fall asleep at the wheel, crash, and die counts as being worked to death, I have personally met employers who’ve worked employees to death and gotten away with a slap on the wrist. It may not be universal, but it’s a hell of a lot more common than a lot of us would prefer to think.
The FAA had to explicitly make rules about how long pilots have to have off between shifts, and how far away from their home you can pin their home airport, because it doesn’t mean shit that someone has 10 hours between shifts if they have a 2 hour commute each way. They had to make these rules because multiple passenger airplanes crashed because the pilots were exhausted from tight scheduling. Employers won’t just work you to death, they’ll take a hundred random customers with you.
I see the radfems out there saying that every man who’s ever been born is a psychopath who’s constantly looking for an opportunity to commit a felony and then I remember this one time I was really struggling to get a shopping cart out of another shopping cart and a dude came over to help me, but he couldn’t do it, and then another dude came over to help him, and then another came over because it was a challenge he wanted in on, and then I had 3 guys all tearing at a stuck shopping cart, and literally none of them even needed a cart.
And when they got it out, they fist pumped and I said thanks so much and one of them said “easy.” And then they left.
And it’s like.
I don’t think radfems go outside.
Toxic radfems and MRAs would bond so easily over the fact that they never go outside because they’re absolutely terrified of roughly half the human race
An explainer for why I don’t fuck with algorithmic social media
If you give a pigeon a little button to peck that releases pigeon food, it will push the button when it’s hungry.
If you give a pigeon a button to peck that releases food every 5 pecks, it will peck it more often.
If you give a pigeon a button to peck that releases food at a randomly selected, always shifting number of pecks, the pigeon will peck that fucking button all day long.
Algorithm based social media is not set up to give you the best most fun stuff all the time, it is set up to give you a bunch of stress and nothingness with a randomized reward of something that actually makes you happy, because they want you pecking that button all damn day. It is a slot machine of content, meant to keep you putting in quarters made of your time and attention till you’ve nothing left.
At least if I’m having a shit day on my own Tumblr home feed it’s because I’ve made a bad choice about who to follow and I can fix it.
An explainer for why I don’t fuck with algorithmic social media
If you give a pigeon a little button to peck that releases pigeon food, it will push the button when it’s hungry.
If you give a pigeon a button to peck that releases food every 5 pecks, it will peck it more often.
If you give a pigeon a button to peck that releases food at a randomly selected, always shifting number of pecks, the pigeon will peck that fucking button all day long.
Algorithm based social media is not set up to give you the best most fun stuff all the time, it is set up to give you a bunch of stress and nothingness with a randomized reward of something that actually makes you happy, because they want you pecking that button all damn day. It is a slot machine of content, meant to keep you putting in quarters made of your time and attention till you’ve nothing left.
At least if I’m having a shit day on my own Tumblr home feed it’s because I’ve made a bad choice about who to follow and I can fix it.
An explainer for why I don’t fuck with algorithmic social media
If you give a pigeon a little button to peck that releases pigeon food, it will push the button when it’s hungry.
If you give a pigeon a button to peck that releases food every 5 pecks, it will peck it more often.
If you give a pigeon a button to peck that releases food at a randomly selected, always shifting number of pecks, the pigeon will peck that fucking button all day long.
Algorithm based social media is not set up to give you the best most fun stuff all the time, it is set up to give you a bunch of stress and nothingness with a randomized reward of something that actually makes you happy, because they want you pecking that button all damn day. It is a slot machine of content, meant to keep you putting in quarters made of your time and attention till you’ve nothing left.
At least if I’m having a shit day on my own Tumblr home feed it’s because I’ve made a bad choice about who to follow and I can fix it.
An explainer for why I don’t fuck with algorithmic social media
If you give a pigeon a little button to peck that releases pigeon food, it will push the button when it’s hungry.
If you give a pigeon a button to peck that releases food every 5 pecks, it will peck it more often.
If you give a pigeon a button to peck that releases food at a randomly selected, always shifting number of pecks, the pigeon will peck that fucking button all day long.
Algorithm based social media is not set up to give you the best most fun stuff all the time, it is set up to give you a bunch of stress and nothingness with a randomized reward of something that actually makes you happy, because they want you pecking that button all damn day. It is a slot machine of content, meant to keep you putting in quarters made of your time and attention till you’ve nothing left.
At least if I’m having a shit day on my own Tumblr home feed it’s because I’ve made a bad choice about who to follow and I can fix it.
An explainer for why I don’t fuck with algorithmic social media
If you give a pigeon a little button to peck that releases pigeon food, it will push the button when it’s hungry.
If you give a pigeon a button to peck that releases food every 5 pecks, it will peck it more often.
If you give a pigeon a button to peck that releases food at a randomly selected, always shifting number of pecks, the pigeon will peck that fucking button all day long.
Algorithm based social media is not set up to give you the best most fun stuff all the time, it is set up to give you a bunch of stress and nothingness with a randomized reward of something that actually makes you happy, because they want you pecking that button all damn day. It is a slot machine of content, meant to keep you putting in quarters made of your time and attention till you’ve nothing left.
At least if I’m having a shit day on my own Tumblr home feed it’s because I’ve made a bad choice about who to follow and I can fix it.
An explainer for why I don’t fuck with algorithmic social media
If you give a pigeon a little button to peck that releases pigeon food, it will push the button when it’s hungry.
If you give a pigeon a button to peck that releases food every 5 pecks, it will peck it more often.
If you give a pigeon a button to peck that releases food at a randomly selected, always shifting number of pecks, the pigeon will peck that fucking button all day long.
Algorithm based social media is not set up to give you the best most fun stuff all the time, it is set up to give you a bunch of stress and nothingness with a randomized reward of something that actually makes you happy, because they want you pecking that button all damn day. It is a slot machine of content, meant to keep you putting in quarters made of your time and attention till you’ve nothing left.
At least if I’m having a shit day on my own Tumblr home feed it’s because I’ve made a bad choice about who to follow and I can fix it.
An explainer for why I don’t fuck with algorithmic social media
If you give a pigeon a little button to peck that releases pigeon food, it will push the button when it’s hungry.
If you give a pigeon a button to peck that releases food every 5 pecks, it will peck it more often.
If you give a pigeon a button to peck that releases food at a randomly selected, always shifting number of pecks, the pigeon will peck that fucking button all day long.
Algorithm based social media is not set up to give you the best most fun stuff all the time, it is set up to give you a bunch of stress and nothingness with a randomized reward of something that actually makes you happy, because they want you pecking that button all damn day. It is a slot machine of content, meant to keep you putting in quarters made of your time and attention till you’ve nothing left.
At least if I’m having a shit day on my own Tumblr home feed it’s because I’ve made a bad choice about who to follow and I can fix it.
I love nonfiction that I simply cannot relate to at all. “it’s easy to get addicted to buying fast fashion! I used to spend thousands of dollars on it a year!” okay. you’re a space alien.
“survey finds that the average person in the UK only wears a piece of clothing 7 times” what are you talking about. what are you fucking talking about. who are these people and in what world are they average.
Thinking about the history of Prussia and shaking my head in disbelief
However, in July 1750, the Prussian king teasingly wrote to his gay secretary and reader, Claude Étienne Darget: “Mes hémorroïdes saluent affectueusement votre v[erge]” (‘My hemorrhoids affectionately greet your cock’), which strongly suggests that he was sexually involved with men.[7][8]
This isn’t even that weird, the Teutonic Knights going Protestant is much stranger
To muddy Frederick’s homosexual reputation, Frederick’s physician von Zimmermann claimed that Frederick had convinced himself that he was impotent[85] due to a minor deformity he had received during an operation to cure gonorrhea in 1733. According to Zimmermann, Frederick pretended to be homosexual in order to appear as still virile and capable of intercourse, albeit with men.[72] This story is doubted by biographer Wolfgang Burgdorf, who is of the opinion that “Frederick had a physical disgust of women” and therefore “was unable to sleep with them”.[86][87] The surgeon Gottlieb Engel, who prepared Frederick’s body for burial, indignantly contested Zimmerman’s story, saying the king’s genitalia were “complete and perfect as those of any healthy man”. [88] In similar terms, the doctors who were involved in washing Frederick’s corpse on 17 August 1786 reported that the recently deceased king showed no abnormalities whatsoever in the genitals. Ollenroth, Rosenmeyer and Liebert, the three surgeons of the 1st Life Guards Battalion, wrote that “the blessed king’s external birth parts were healthy and not mutilated”. “The two testicles were in their natural position without the slightest defect; the spermatic cord could be clearly felt up to the entrance of the abdominal ring without the least hardening or distention; the male member was of natural size; there was not the slightest bit in the soft parts of the pubic region characteristic of a scar or induration, or of any disease ever involving these parts.”[89]
This bit’s a li'l weird
“Our faggot king’s cock was good and normal, as our crack corpse cock examination team has demonstrated. We reject all slanderous declarations that he was merely gay for clout.”
Thinking about the history of Prussia and shaking my head in disbelief
However, in July 1750, the Prussian king teasingly wrote to his gay secretary and reader, Claude Étienne Darget: “Mes hémorroïdes saluent affectueusement votre v[erge]” (‘My hemorrhoids affectionately greet your cock’), which strongly suggests that he was sexually involved with men.[7][8]
This isn’t even that weird, the Teutonic Knights going Protestant is much stranger
To muddy Frederick’s homosexual reputation, Frederick’s physician von Zimmermann claimed that Frederick had convinced himself that he was impotent[85] due to a minor deformity he had received during an operation to cure gonorrhea in 1733. According to Zimmermann, Frederick pretended to be homosexual in order to appear as still virile and capable of intercourse, albeit with men.[72] This story is doubted by biographer Wolfgang Burgdorf, who is of the opinion that “Frederick had a physical disgust of women” and therefore “was unable to sleep with them”.[86][87] The surgeon Gottlieb Engel, who prepared Frederick’s body for burial, indignantly contested Zimmerman’s story, saying the king’s genitalia were “complete and perfect as those of any healthy man”. [88] In similar terms, the doctors who were involved in washing Frederick’s corpse on 17 August 1786 reported that the recently deceased king showed no abnormalities whatsoever in the genitals. Ollenroth, Rosenmeyer and Liebert, the three surgeons of the 1st Life Guards Battalion, wrote that “the blessed king’s external birth parts were healthy and not mutilated”. “The two testicles were in their natural position without the slightest defect; the spermatic cord could be clearly felt up to the entrance of the abdominal ring without the least hardening or distention; the male member was of natural size; there was not the slightest bit in the soft parts of the pubic region characteristic of a scar or induration, or of any disease ever involving these parts.”[89]
This bit’s a li'l weird
“Our faggot king’s cock was good and normal, as our crack corpse cock examination team has demonstrated. We reject all slanderous declarations that he was merely gay for clout.”
Shit girl, this furry porn is fucked. I just saw a guy post something with the tag “living_condom” or some similar shit, and everyone around him turned gay, came twice and then fell unconscious. People aren’t even posting callouts about him, that’s how common shit like this is. My ass is drawing impregnation and mating_press. I think I just saw the tag “urethral_birth” two posts over. I gotta get the fuck outta here.
In case anyone wanted; James Doohan knew about all the Spirk porn, and in fact wanted a copy for himself. He also seemed rather bored by the fact he was only ever drawn with women. Someone draw him some Scotty yaoi asap!
This came up in conversation briefly when we were on a Star Trek cruise in the late 80s. So: can confirm. :)
Do not harass anyone in these screenshots. Trans women are women. Trans men are men.
By op: “The one cis guy in my Discord server has just made a remark about how he’s been surrounding himself with trans people online for the last seven or eight years”
By op: “‘Are people not allowed to be cis and hang out with tr—’ No. No they’re not. All of your grunglers are now snoymoders. I have decided, it’s final. Next question”
By a replier: “Begin the crackening,” By op: “The motherfucker won’t crack!”
By a different replier: “Chaser or egg, call it” By op: “Well he’s not chasing anyone so it’s got to be the other thing”
By tumblr poster: “Saw a tweet of someone going like 'there’s a cis guy in our discord (the only cis guy in our discord) who only hangs out with mostly trans people….well at least he’s cis for now 👀’ and it’s like….can we not?”
By op: “Good news everybody, the he/theys on Tumblr found this Tweet.” This was a reply on the original post, alongside a screenshot of the tumblr post.
i beat myself up for not knowing enough about my special interests a lot but then i remember the average person off the street has no idea what the carboniferous is and i feel better
are you really bad at it or are you in “good at it” spaces
Me: ah shit, I misidentified that yellow rumped warbler as a female goldfinch, I should literally be hung at the gallows for this. I’m such an IDIOT
My friend, pointing at a vulture: check out that fucked up crow lol
I think people on here operate on a very weird definition of “conventionally attractive” where anything humanoid is already too normal for them. When society at large is like “if you’re not skinny and white and able bodied and cisgender you’re basically unfuckable”
People on here fetishized Baldywick Clamberspatch, if that can be seen as the baseline for “conventionally attractive” then it’s easy to understand why this site wants to fuck Wheatley
“abortion is nobody’s first choice” actually i know multiple people whose first thought upon finding out they were pregnant was getting an abortion. and when they did, it was a healthy normal medical procedure that they hold no guilt over as far as i’m aware. people hate to see it but that’s what the process can and should look like
Every time I’ve heard something along the lines of “abortion is nobody’s first choice,” it’s in a full-spectrum context.
The people who don’t want to be pregnant would generally prefer not to have gotten pregnant in the first place, which means:
comprehensive, medically accurate, age appropriate sex ed on an ongoing basis until adulthood
affordable, available, effective contraception in the form(s) of their choosing
recognition of reproductive coercion as a form of intimate partner violence and appropriate support for people experiencing it
The people who are open to a(nother) child, but don’t have the means to support one, may prefer to not have gotten pregnant in the first place or may prefer to carry to term, which means all of the above plus:
comprehensive, medically accurate reproductive education made available prior to pregnancy
affordable, available, accessible childcare
affordable, available, accessible prenatal and post-partum medical care
robust parental leave policies and protections for pregnant and immediately post-partum workers
affordable, available, child-friendly housing
The people who really wanted to be pregnant, and wanted to carry to term, but have found themselves experiencing disastrous personal circumstances, may prefer to have an abortion or may prefer to try carrying to term, which means all that plus:
recognition that pregnancy is when many people are first subjected to abuse by their partners and comprehensive support for pregnant people experiencing domestic violence
affordable, available, accessible services for special needs children
robust support for people who are disabled by their pregnancy
affordable, available, accessible fertility support for couples with a high chance or history of incompatible-with-life embryos
If you want an abortion, you should be able to get it safely, quickly, and without apology, but the list of ways this country is completely and utterly failing to allow people full reproductive autonomy is practically endless. It’s also not an accident that the people salivating over how to make abortion bans as total and damaging as humanly possible also oppose every fucking one of the points listed above.
Breaking the anti-choice cult’s deathgrip on our politics is the only way we’re going to start improving everyone’s lives no matter what they want to do with their gonads.
Imagine being literally one of the largest brand companies in the world, literally nothing will bring you down you beat out all other competitors in soft drinks and whatever-
And you still said that wasn’t enough, “we need to make our commercials use AI, we can’t possibly afford film crews and animators”
bad news for chocolate lovers: amid massive corporate downsizing, Lindt has had to euthanize 2,000 of its handsome european chocolate chefs . an additional 1,300 will be thrown out in the cold with nothing but their stupid Fucking whisks
