I made a petition to get rid of the stupid new safemode update!
Because a) This is annoying me and loads of people, and b) I have nothing better to do.
As of today, Tumblr has introduced a new way of blocking sensitive media on their site, with a new “safe mode” update. This safe mode has blocked many things that don’t even come close to being sensitive, and if you’re under 18 there is no way to turn it off, period.
This petition aims to make Tumblr realise that this update is ,quite frankly, useless, as the multitude of Tumblr users have other, better ways to block sensitive content that they don’t wish to see, such as blacklisting tags or blocking offensive blogs. Furthermore, before the update, Tumblr’s safe mode was already useful for blocking sensitive content by blocking all blogs and posts that had been flagged as NSFW.
This new update, however, is seemingly blocking posts and blogs at random. It is reducing not only what content people see on Tumblr, but also what people can post. Many people can’t see content their friends are reblogging, other’s are being treated to a dashboard full of blocked posts, and a few can’t do anything due to everything being blocked.
This update is useless, untested, and broken, It’s not needed, and basically the entirety of Tumblr’s userbase can agree that Tumblr has updated the wrong things. Something like a tag blocker for mobile would be much better, and it would be more useful too.
When this petition reaches enough signatures, it will be sent to Tumblr as a sign of how much people dislike this update. The aim is to have them backtrack the update, and hopefully get them to focus on more useful updates instead of one that breaks the entire site. Tumblr should be a site for everyone, and this update is preventing that from being a thing.
i finally had the time to draw but now that I have the time and energy.. i’m reeeeaaaally lacking the skill.. and i updated my compooter so now my lines have deteriorated.. i don’t know how/why but my tablet makes the uglies line work ever ;-;
so to break out of rustytown, i drew @markiplier while watching him play the Joy Of Creation: Story mode! i really liked his reaction when he started peaking all over the place like a cat. heh
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One of the most under appreciated thing in BBC Sherlock is how much emotional burden of his family Mycroft carries around and yet he’s never truly appreciated. Least of all my his mother. His childhood was stolen from him and he was forced to be mature prior to his time. He wasn’t given any chance to be coddled and cosseted like every other normal kid and sometimes you can see him envying Sherlock for being the centre of their mother’s attention and a part of him secretly wishing that to be true for himself too.
Although the reply hadn’t
exactly answered my question, I thought I might have known who it was, just
because of the name. Little Lulu Lamb. It was something I hadn’t heard for years.
I scowled down to my phone, because although I’d taken
a guess, I manged to talk myself out of it very quickly, since it had been
years since we last spoke. He’d gone
off and auditioned for The X Factor, and then the boy I’d grown up with just wasn’t
around anymore. I hadn’t even
seen him since, and I wasn’t sure
it was because we’d just missed
running into each other, or because we’d never
really tried to see each other.
All I could think was that it couldn’t
possibly be him.
Why would he bother getting in touch now?
Draco Malfoy had learned fairly recently not to get his hopes up, that he could no longer expect things to be a certain way just because he wanted them to be. In many regards he’d spent his entire life not wanting for anything, which meant that when he had wanted something that he couldn’t have he didn’t usually take it very well.
Draco shakes his head, determined not to go there, at least not yet. He slides the door to his compartment open slowly, before plopping down gracelessly onto the tattered seat. There’s no one to see him after all so decorum be damned. People had started avoiding him the second he’d stepped on to Platform 9 ¾. His mother had warned him of course, had practically begged him not go, but he felt like he owed it if not to himself than to Snape or Dumbledore to prove he could be better.
He knows most of this second chance is due to his mother, and to Potter of course. He owes them both a great deal for speaking on his behalf before the Wizengamot. Yet he knows that regardless of how he got it, he is the only one who can make it count. No one else will be able to help him make amends for the sins of his past. He’s not even sure he can. All he knows for sure is that he wants to try, and that has to count for something.
He rests his chin on his hand and stares out the window wondering what it will feel like to go back to the place he tried so hard to destroy. He has failed so many times, first at doing the right thing and then he’d even gone and failed at doing the wrong thing. He knows there will be no more chances after this one though. He cannot fail.
He feels a sense of bitterness when he thinks of it now, of how much he’d wanted to prove everyone wrong, and now of just how much he wishes to prove the onces he believed he could be redeemed right; to prove he deserves the second chance he’s somehow been given.
Sometimes it feels as if other people’s sacrifices weigh him down more than they lift him up.
Summary: Despite living in a world where romantic or sexual relationships with witches could be punishable by death, you, a witch, still feel confident enough to ask your friend Taehyung, a werewolf and prince, to allow you to relieve your intense curiosity that could’ve only sprouted from years of sexual repression, and give you the chance to feel what it’s like to pleasure a man.
Genre: Smut, just pure filth
Word Count: 5k
Author’s Note: You can think of this as a parallel universe to the Stealing The Bite au but YOU DON’T NEED TO HAVE READ THAT TO UNDERSTAND THIS ONESHOT AS IT’S MEAN AS A STAND-ALONE AND HAS NO RELATION TO THE PLOT OF STB. So new readers are welcome.
“___, you can’t be really asking that of me.” Taehyung looks at you apprehensively, as if knowing that a single wrong word could set you off, and he wasn’t wrong about that. But you also see that there was something dark swirling in the depth of his brown eyes that wasn’t there before you had made your bold request.
“Why?” You say, tone charged and daring him to say what you prayed he wouldn’t. This was Taehyung you were talking to. He wasn’t just another one of the mindless sheep. He could think for himself and he wouldn’t regurgitate those baseless superstitions about your kind. He was your closest friend, that alone can testify to how different he is.
You knew that what you were asking of him was no small thing but it’s not like you were telling him to bed you. All you wanted was to touch him, to know what it felt like to bring pleasure to a man for once in your life. Taehyung was your only hope of satisfying the curiosity that progressively ate away at you through your nearly two decades of life. Were you not also a woman? Did you not deserve to know the company of a man like any other, even on such a small scale as this?
Taehyung should at least allow you that much, being himself the primary cause of your affliction. Not that you’d tell him that.
“Because you’re my sweet princess.” You snort at the ridiculous term of endearment he uses for you. You were no princess. If you were, you wouldn’t even be having this conversation. If you were a princess, you would be able to shout out to the world, to Taehyung, how you truly felt about him. But you’re just a foul witch.
“All I want to do is protect you. I would lose it if someone even thought those dirty things about you. How can you ask me to be that person? It’s completely unthinkable.” He says earnestly but still smiles at you, hoping you’d smile back and forget all about this madness. But you don’t smile. How can you when he’s basically told you that he’s never thought about you the way a man would think about a woman. Did he even think of you as a woman or was the fact that you’re a witch stopping him from viewing you as one?
“That’s complete rubbish, Taehyung, and you know it. Why don’t you tell me the real reason you won’t let me touch you?” You challenge, calling him by his full name, instead of Tae or Taetae like you’d normally use, daring him to say the worst. Daring him to say that it’s because of what you are and that he’d sully himself if he let your dirty hands touch his pristine skin.
“That is the real reason!” He says defensively. Too defensively.
“Do you not find me arousing?” You ask.
“Has my body never stirred something within you?”
“Princess…” He protests, clearly uncomfortable with the question.
I think an important philosophical point that we all have to consider, is that altruism as a concept is pretty rubbish. Altruism is the idea that you should do things that help other people and not feel good about it. Like you should just do it “because”, and like you should just do it “because” but the idea that you shouldn’t feel good about being nice is rubbish and you know, it’s one of things that puts too much pressure on people’s metal health. If you do nice things for your friends, if you do nice things for your family, if you’re a friendly person out and about in the public, if you do something to help out charities, then you should feel happy and proud of that. ‘Cause people generally in society, we are way to harsh on ourselves, people are really hostile to each other, people are always trying to bring each other down and find anything to be whatever. So if you, even if it’s holding a door open for somebody, you should just take a moment to think “and you know what? I like that I was nice to another person.” So don’t let anybody say “don’t feel good about that bake sale that you did for whatever reason”.
Not a request, but just something that had been floating around in my head for a few days.
PETE DUNNE X READER + FRIENDSHIP WITH TRENT SEVEN AND TYLER BATE.
You’re best friends with British Strong Style (Trent Seven, Tyler Bates, and Pete Dunne). You met on the UK independent scene years ago, you all had similar in-ring styles, you were even known as the Bitch of Strong Style (which you secretly loved) and now the four of you are now signed to NXT. The only downside? You now have to work for your father, William Regal. Things get a little difficult between you and your father and you’re surprised by which of your friends sticks up for you… and why.