I know nobody even sees my blog but FUCK I’m so sad tumblr is dead. But I’m not going to stay on a platform that is subliminally shitting on sex workers. I’m out. Fuck @staff

trashbandikyut:

xenoqueer:

a-trans-resource-blog:

fandomshatewomen:

anaisnein:

xenoqueer:

The Vox article that I was interviewed for is up and running, and it contains some serious fuckign information about this whole fiasco.

Information that tumblr just straight up refused to provide to its userbase at all.

Unsurprisingly to those of us watching this website deteriorate over the last year, this full content purge and ban has been in progress for a solid 6 months. The date got moved up because of the child porn thing, but it was always coming for us.

Equally unsurprising: Tumblr’s management and ownership are absolutely destroying the actual staff working on it. The company has been hemoragghing senior staff without so much as a token attempt to keep them in place. So the drops in site quality are real, and wil probably only be getting worse.

Truly astonishing is the fact that apparently this crap was supposed to “double” the userbase by the end of next year. Boy, howdy, that’s not gonna work out well for them.

good luck with your plan to sell ads targeting a user base that doesn’t exist any more, @staff.

Then they’re def gonna let Tumblr die on the vine when it doesn’t pan out. It’ll take a few years but mark my words, this is going to work out about as well as when Rupert Murdoch bought MySpace and everybody left. Also, fuck Verizon forever.

Plz lemme know if you reblog this and it disappears. I have Suspicions.

I mean, there are already mutuals of mine reporting that they can’t see this post, only a “post was deleted"notice on my blog, and I’m the OP.

So, whatever your suspicions are, I suppose mark them as confirmed.

i’ve seen it disappear about 5 times off my dash. 

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sovietnam:

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casual–witchcraft:

when someone asks why you have a bunch of rocks and jars in your room

when someone asks why you have a bunch of tiny rocks and tiny jars in your pockets

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quotespile:

“Money doesn’t mind if we say it’s evil, it goes from strength to strength. It’s a fiction, an addiction, and a tacit conspiracy.”

— Martin Amis, Money

witchbabysoap:

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whostheblondegirl:

steverogersnotebook:

sebstantheangel:

I’m wheezing -

NO NAKED ANKLES, even you Seb

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thatgirlwiththememes:

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loumargi:

Walter Crane (1845–1915), Nyads and Dryads

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spicyhorror:

Kip Tyler - “She’s My Witch” (1959)

(This is sped up about 25% faster than original speed, I like it better this way)

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neonlune:

Tatiana Nikolaievna Romanov, daughter of Tsar Nicolas II

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lesbianartandartists:

“Visually representing or presencing the lesbian erotic has always been difficult for lesbians. Unlike gay men, who have been free to depict differing modes of sexual practice for their own pleasure, lesbians have had difficulty escaping the ever-present male gaze. The representation of two women engaged in sexual or sexualized activities remains extremely problematic because, traditionally lesbians have been portrayed as objects for male fantasies of lesbian eroticism.”

— Harmony Hammond, “Camping Out in the Southwest,” in Out West (Santa Fe: Plan B Evolving Arts, 1999), unpaginated.

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