i'm not posting every single one but yeah

I’m starting to think that every single bloody problem I have with Tumblr (the shrieky ‘all people who are X must die horribly!’ posts, the out-of-control anger of parts of the userbase, to the point where it does splash-damage to unintended targets, the inclination to constantly find other vulnerable people that one can use as a punching bag, the anonymous targeted harassment campaigns, the horrific dehumanization of one’s targets, the use of sexually violent imagery as part of harassment campaigns on the part of self-described progressives) has its source in this one truth about myself: 

I do not subscribe to praxis driven by vengeance. Ever.

This is something that’s been making me read this place as unbearably hostile and unsafe for quite a while now. And I shouldn’t be surprised, I come from a line of people traumatized (some outright murdered) by that political environment known as ‘totalitarianism’, I grew up watching people I loved bearing the scars that came from having been the targets of politically and socially-motivated vengeance. 

When I was seventeen, I worked part-time with a non-profit that took care of at-risk elderly people. One of these was Mrs C. a woman in her eighties, completely blind from cataracts, barely able to walk anymore, with the fingers of both hands bent terribly out of shape. She craved support and companionship like a man in pain craves release and talked constantly about her family, all of them departed. It turned out that the bones in her hands had been shattered when, in 1948, she and her family were driven out of their house by the newly-installed regime in Bucharest. The people responsible for this relished in their cruelty, not letting them take even books from the library and ripping up family photos in front of the family itself. My little old lady, back then a young woman, tried to save a photo of her mother by kneeling and scooping the shreds from the floor. That’s when a soldier simply stomped on her hands several times, breaking all the bones in her fingers, in the process. They never healed properly because she never did get medical attention in time and later on it would have involved breaking them again, something she wouldn’t go through. 

I felt nothing but love and compassion for this kind woman, who always waited for me with something sweet she’d managed to make and who told me I was infinitely better than the bullies at school I’d complain about. And I know, by username, people on this site who wouldn’t be capable of doing anything other than sneering at the suffering she and her family went through because ‘they were bourgeois getting what they deserved.’ 

Another example, Just a few moments ago, I saw a fundamentally sensible post. ‘Critique bigoted people for their bigoted actions, not their appearance, because an innocent person with the same physical features will only be hurt by your words.’ Understandable and compassionate advice. The notes were filled to the brim of people shouting that the OP an others concurring just wanted to ‘give racists and homophobes a free pass.’ 

There comes a point when activism can turn into nothing but a vicious cycle of wishing for revenge for one’s suffering and then enacting said revenge when one has the power to do so. Across multiple fronts, this place has long blown past that line. 

And, frankly, I am no longer willing to be a part of a platform that has reached this point. It’s anathema to everything I am and everything I believe in. 

anyway i wanted to say to everyone who ever takes an interest in me and my portrayal whether it’s in the form of direct praise, nice comments in the tags, sending asks, actually roleplaying with me, i appreciate you and hope you’re enjoying your day/night/whatever time it is for you. i seriously appreciate every single one of you whether we speak on a daily basis or you take the time to like my posts. thank you for making my experience on here more enjoyable, because roleplaying is a social experience! how can i write if i don’t have partners or followers to tell stories with and to right? i’m glad you’re all here, and glad you like my characterization enough to follow along for the ride.


In any case, Friends is one of the greatest sitcoms ever created and that’s just a fact based on how popular it is. However, the writers kind of sucked in terms of continuation, because damn, it is riddled with plot-holes.

I felt like compiling these mistakes into a masterpost… yeah, honestly.

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hello everyone! just wanted to inform you guys that today i have decided to adopt all of the children in stranger things, yes every single one of them! that’s all have a nice day

In celebration of hitting 5,5k followers, I decided to do blog rates! I truly appreciate each and every single one of my followers, you guys are amazing and the reason tumblr is so enjoyable to me! I’m honestly so grateful that you all decided to give my blog a shot and sticked with me. Thank you, thank you, thank you! You guys rock!


  • mbf this cs trash (aka me)
  • reblog this post (likes won’t count, only if you want to bookmark)
  • send me an ask telling me your favorite captain swan headcanon. (It can be of them together, involving the two of them, or a headcanon just about emma or just about killian). If you don’t have one that’s okay, you can tell me anything, really, like you can message me about your day, a fun fact about you, your favorite fanfic, favorite quote, your otp, a song that describes your otp, etc. Everything counts here :)


URL: okay | good | great | amazing | flawless | Emma Swan

Icon: okay | good | great | amazing | flawless | Killian Jones

Theme: okay | good | great | amazing | flawless | Jennifer Morrison

Posts: okay | good | great | amazing | flawless | Colin O'Donoghue

Overall: okay | good | great | amazing | flawless | Captain Swan

Following: no, sorry, but ily | I am now! (where have you been all my life?) | yes! | ‘til the end of the world or time

Ps: I’ll tag this as 5.5k blog rates if you want to blacklist.