The Last Night has got that side of tumblr mad again because the creator used to be a gamergator and isn’t a feminist or whatever and now everyone’s gonna flock to the game because of this undue attention. None of yall ever learn.

It’s been so long that I’ve drawn these two, I didn’t even know how to draw them anymore??? I think what inspired me was going through sugar-maffin’s tumblr again…ahh precious art!
I used one of these wonderful artworks by yoralim as a reference for the sketch at the bottom!

anonymous asked:

Hey if you're not trans then dont act like you know more about trans specific issues than actual trans people. If trans people say you don't need dysphoria to be trans then listen to them, if trans people say a word you're using is offensive then don't use it

I really don’t care if the words I use offends anybody. Also the word transsexual is actually a word that most trans people out of tumblr use. Again a word only becomes an insult if you make it a insult. I’m not silencing myself just to keep other people’s feelings from hurting.

Thank you guys!

Much love to you guys for devoting the past hour to us & submitting questions. We’ll do it again! See you this summer on Warped Tour & make sure you give our new album, Live & Unplugged, a whirl. Thanks again to @tumblr for allowing us to do this. Bye guys!

datrandomkid97-deactivated20150  asked:

I'm curious, has there been any time where Tumblr was happy and not complaining about trivial things?

Yes.  There absolutely was.

When I first joined tumblr (mainly to follow people I knew of from the TF2 fandom…I’m still very disappointed in what some of them later became), it was incredibly open and welcoming.  Race, gender identity—none of that mattered, because everyone was equally supportive of each other.  The most “political” posts you’d find were things like “Reblog if you’re NOT homophobic” (millions of notes, obviously), or the occasional post spreading the word about genuinely awful and reprehensible behavior (like a couple of people that took pictures of themselves mutilating a puppy) in the hopes of being able to identify them, and bring them to justice.  At that time, there was no abuse of social media as a hive for a witch hunt mentality.  There were no false accusations, and no one trying to use national holidays as soap boxes for failed revolutions.

It was when you still saw things like “What your left hand is touching is now diamonds”, or “The object to your left is your superpower”—fun things that everyone could participate in.  We shared our tastes in music, laughed about the latest meme (and yes—there were memes from the very beginning, such as “art student owl”, or “retail robin”), and enjoyed fandoms the way they were meant to be enjoyed:  Respectful of the creators, and respectful of others’ headcanons (as well as being mindful that not everyone is going to agree with your own headcanons).  OTPs were shared, and literally no one ever argued about the content produced by the fans.  No one was in denial about “purity”, nor was there any fake moral backlash of “Think of the CHILDREN!” (because let’s face it—children shouldn’t be on tumblr, and it’s their parents’ job to know what they’re looking at online, and to set parental controls if they’re concerned about what their child may find).  I think this was especially understood because we all used to BE those “kids” on the internet, and are aware that nothing we found ever truly harmed us. 

There was porn everywhere on tumblr (just like there is now), and no one so much as batted an eyelash.  It used to be a place to go where you wouldn’t be judged—away from family, and without character limitations or content restrictions.  It was a place where you could BE YOURSELF.

I remember when the sludge and grime started building up.  I was in a Gravity Falls thread on /co/, and people were talking about tumblr users going apeshit about pointless, trivial things.  It was the first I had heard of regarding “social justice warriors” (though this was before there was a term for it), and in the beginning, I legitimately didn’t believe them.  I chalked it up to either a misunderstanding, or trolling.  I even tried to convince them otherwise, because at that point, I had honestly never seen anything like that.

Early on, when I first became part of the MLP:FiM fandom, there was not a huge shitstorm about “DA EBIL MENZ R TAKING CARTUNEZ FROM DA CHILRENZ!”.  When something “weird” came up, we made a joke of it (remember the Lyra plushie?).  All people—both inside and outside the fandom—seemed to understand that it was just another one of those things that happens in every fan base.  Everyone laughed it off together, and I had never seen such unity before.  It was literally how people of all walks of life (all races, all gender identities, all sexualities, etc.) came together over this one cartoon that made me want to watch it in the first place.

But then, the “feminists” attacked.  Frankly, I was surprised that anyone even remembered the “Molestia” meme, because at that point, it was already quite old.  Suddenly, false allegations came flying out of the woodwork, and I found myself upset not just at the attack on a fandom that was really no different than any other (and over something that didn’t even exist—seriously, where were these “rape jokes” they keep screaming about?  Because I didn’t see a single fucking thing even close to a “rape joke” until AFTER these people complained that they were “everywhere”, because they actually incited it), but the fact that they were taking something I believed in and supported, and twisting it into something vile and sick.  It was like watching your best friend go up to accept their diploma at graduation, and seeing that they’ve got toilet paper stuck to their shoe:  Pure secondhand embarrassment.  You want them to be recognized and remembered for their accomplishment.  You want them to look their best, and yet here they are, looking absolutely foolish.

And it was then that I discovered just how ass-backwards the thinking of these people truly was.  I discovered just how much they’re not representing “empowerment”.  I noticed that everything they claimed or did was the exact opposite of everything that feminism had been striving for.  So, I started looking into the facts.  I wanted to know the truthBut, in attempting to spread the truth, it became readily apparent that truth is NOT what these people wanted to hear.

Things proceeded to escalate, and that’s when I discovered that this backwards thinking was more virulent than anticipated.  And it got to levels of ridiculousness you would expect to find only in a cartoon.  Nothing could just be enjoyed for the sake of enjoying it.  Everything had to be over-analyzed and picked apart for any signs of “sexism” or “racism” (even if those signs were nothing but the result of someone’s overactive imagination).  Suddenly, you became “racist”, “misogynistic”, or “trash” if you didn’t devote half your blog to obsessing about tragedy.  If you didn’t wallow in misery and negativity 24/7, you were clearly the worst person ever to walk the Earth.  No holiday was safe from being used as a springboard.  No person or organization was safe from false accusations of “rape culture” or “bigotry” if they didn’t live up to the narrow expectations of privileged, entitled first-world teenagers.

But the thing is, nothing can live up to those expectations.  Why?  Because we’re HUMAN.

Men enjoying something “feminine” didn’t end up being the army of “feminist” white knights with deactivated libidos that they hoped for—they ended up being average human beings.  These “feminists” are bitter about their own relationships (or lack thereof), and they can’t handle the fact that real men are not the heroic-yet-complacent bishounen they always dreamed of.  They’re terrified of sexuality that isn’t drawn or rendered in a computer, so they see fit to make sure that everyone else is as lonely and miserable as they are.

They want an impossible utopia that caters to their every whim, and basically coddles them, and tells them everything they want to hear.

Rather than maturing as human beings, they expect the rest of the world to make itself “safe” just for them.

That isn’t how life works.  That isn’t how anything works.  You don’t go into someone else’s house and demand that they redecorate it to your tastes.  You don’t try to ban what mildly annoys you—you learn how to cope with it, and you adapt.  You don’t LET what others say get you down.  If you just become a perpetual “victim”, you’re going to be miserable for the rest of your life.  But, if you just be yourself in the face of adversity, and don’t dwell on petty trivialities, THEN you are “empowered”.  If you can’t even see YOURSELF as equal to anyone else, how in the FUCK do you expect anyone ELSE to?  If you want to be a “strong” woman, FUCKING ACT LIKE ONE.

So again, yes:  Tumblr used to be an open, welcoming environment where people were free to be themselves.

Now it’s a place where you’re only free to be what someone else considers you “safe” to be in order to make them feel better about themselves.

Signs at 3 AM
  • Aries: planning to blow up their school/office
  • Taurus: sleeping
  • Gemini: tumblr
  • Cancer: searching for a snack
  • Leo: messaging someone (if anyone's awake)and stalking people online
  • Virgo: writing poetry or doing art or something
  • Libra: sleeping
  • Scorpio: contemplating life
  • Sagittarius: pulling an all nighter to finish their homework
  • Capricorn: cannot sleep at night, constantly worrying about something
  • Aquarius: stargazing
  • Pisces: wakes up, goes on tumblr, and sleeps again
  • -Absinthe
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It’s me!  Talking about Tumblr again.  Vote for us for best office in NYC! :D

kim kardashian got robbed, tied up/held at gun point, traumatized. and tumblr once again successfully shows us how shitty tumblr users can be under the guise of being “woke” or “feminist” or what the fuck ever with their proud proclamations of “i dont wish trauma on anyone BUT i dont give a fuck about a rich white woman getting robbed when there are *insert minority race* being murdered daily”

1. fucking blame the media for their selective coverage you fake progressive pieces of shit

2. a grown ass adult, not a tumblr child, is capable of caring about multiple issues simultaneously irregardless of social class / gender / race / location of the affected

3. stfu. if you have nothing healthy to fucking contribute about PTSD or some shit about a woman’s trauma then stfu. yeah, u hate kim kardashian x1000 and dont care about treating people as people, u r cool and badass congrats now learn to stfu and filter ur trash unhelpful harmful cruel opinions into a literal garbage can instead of posting them on this already shitty website tnx

*burns sage stick and smudges ur evil petty negativity out of my blogspace*

anonymous asked:

dude im so stressed its like theyre about to release another single wtf why


Begin Again - Chapter 14

A/N: Sorry for a short chapter, I didn’t have much time to write this weekend due to me being busy and spending time with family. Just a heads up chapter 15 will be short also, and I plan on taking another posting break soon, and I’ll let you all know when. In the future I also plan on having some more Sasha POV’s so yay (:

Sasha’s POV:

I walked into the diner, automatically seeing my bestfriend Lucy sitting in a booth towards the back and away from everyone else in the diner. I strutted towards the booth, sliding in across from Lucy, a smile appearing across her face.

“Hey Sash,” She smiled.

“Hey, Luce,” I smiled in returned.

“So are you nervous for tomorrow?”

“Of fucking course I am, it’s supposedly my first ever ultra-sound and Justin wants to come.” I stated nervously.

“So just tell Justin the fucking truth, he’ll understand.” Lucy said shrugging take a sip from her milkshake.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I hissed, “If I tell Justin the truth he’ll hate me forever and I’ll never get that big rock I want on my finger.”

“What if he never wants to marry you?”

“Of course he wants to marry me—he’s just waiting for the right time.”

“It’s been what—5 years and he still hasn’t proposed? I bet he still has feelings for his first baby mama.”

“Oh please, Justin doesn’t like Selena.” I said, trying to convince Lucy—and my self.

“I bet if he was with Selena, he would have already proposed—probably already been married.” Lucy chuckled.

“Would you shut up?” I said annoyed.

“Sorry. I’m just stating the truth.”

“Technically it’s your opinion.” I said scrunching up my face.

“Oh whatever,” Lucy said going back to her milkshake. “So what’re you gonna do about the baby bump?”

“I’ll figure something out. I’ll tell Justin some bumps grow faster than others, and some grow slower than others.”

“What about when it’s time to give birth?”

“Lucy will you stop throwing problems at me? I got nine months to figure everything out.” I snapped.

Lucy continued sucking on her milkshake until I saw her eyes literally bug out of her head.

“Don’t look now, but looks like we got unwanted company.” Lucy stated and I turned around seeing him.

“Well hello ladies.” He smirked.

“Hey John,” Lucy smiled wide. She always had a thing for him. I don’t know why—first off he’s terrible in bed. The only thing good looking about him is his green piercing eyes. Makes me think why I had ever cheated on Justin with him in the first place.

“I need to go.” I said feeling a little sick to my stomach.

“Oh why going so soon babe?” John smirked. “I just got here.”

“Exactly why I need to leave.” I said scooting out from the seat, but he stood in front of me.

“So I heard you were pregnant.” He stated and I raised my eyebrow wondering how he knew. The only people I have told were Justin of course, Lucy—I turned my head to face Lucy giving her a death glare and she just looked down.

“YOU TOLD HIM!” I practically yelled—still not loud enough for anyone else to hear though.

“I’m sorry—“She began but I put my hand up stopping her.

“Just save the apology because I’m not accepting it.” I snickered.

“Face it Sasha you’re not pregnant. You just tryna keep your rich boyfriend from leaving you.” John laughed.

“And for your information I’m actually pregnant.” I defended.

“Sure you are.” He laughed. “Because if you were, we know who the baby’s father would be—not Justin for damn sure.”

“And do you think it’ll be you; because you’re wrong.” I smirked.

“C’mon babe, don’t deny it.”

“Don’t call me babe.” I snapped. I was not in the mood today for his bullshit.

“Hey you’re the one who cheated—“

“Don’t start. I’ve told you a million times it was a huge mistake and I don’t even know why I did it.” I said getting up from my seat. “I’m leaving now.” And I quickly walked away and to my car.

Selena’s POV:

“Mommy I want cookies!” Kaylie exclaimed.

“Okay we’ll get cookies once we go to the cookie aisle.” I smiled to her. Currently we were out grocey shopping and everything we went past, Kaylie wanted.

I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Sasha being pregnant. A part of me is saying she is, and another part is saying she’s the queen of lying.

I was too busy lost in my own thoughts I didn’t realize I bumped into someone.

“Oh I’m sorry.” I apologized, and the woman turned around and I nearly screamed.

“Oh my, Selena is that you?”

“Oh my God, Tori?” I squealed and she nodded her head and we gave each other a bear hug. “I haven’t seen you since I left for New York.” I said shocked.

“I know!” She smiled. “Is this who I think it is?” Tori asked facing Kaylie.

“Yep; this is Kaylie.”

“Wow, she looks like Justin; the girl version of course.” Tori chuckled.

“Where’s George?” I asked referring to Tori’s son, who was only a few months older than Kaylie.

Tori looked around for a bit, and then pointed to a tall guy with dark hair, holding a little boy.

“Selena this is my song George, and my boyfriend Andy.” Tori pointed out.

“Hi nice to meet you.” I smiled shaking Andy’s hand, and I looked over to George and cupped his face, “and it’s nice to meet you too George.” I smiled.

“Babe, this is Selena Gomez. The one I told you about, her and her parents allowing me to live with them while I was pregnant?”

“Oh, it’s finally nice to meet you Selena.” Andy smiled.

“So did you ever tell Justin about Kaylie?” Tori asked. Andy had put down George and him and Kaylie seemed to be talking—about who knows what.

“Actually Justin figured it out—just like over a month ago when I returned to Florida.” I said.

Tori’s phone rung, but she ignored it. “It’s my mom again.” Tori smiled rolling her eyes. “We have a dinner tonight and we’re here picking some things up she needs.”

“Oh, well I should let ya’ll go before your mom annoys you even more. “I chuckled.

“Yeah,” Tori chuckled, “we need to catch up! And it seems like our kids have already started becoming bestfriends.” Tori said.

“We do! How about we meet at the park tomorrow? Around 3-ish?” I offered and Tori nodded her head.

“That works! See you later Sel!” Tori said before walking away with her boyfriend and her son.

“Mommy who was that?” Kaylie asked once we went further down the aisle.

“A friend of mommy’s.” I smiled.

“Well I like her son; he’s cute, for a boy.” Kaylie stated and I nearly choked on my own spit.


“DEMI ARE YOU HOME?” I yelled walking into Demi and Ryan’s apartment with Kaylie right behind me.

Ryan came out of the hallway wearing sweats and no shirt, and Kaylie ran up to him and he caught her in his arms.

“Uncle Ryan guess what I got!” Kaylie exclaimed.

“Mhmm, you got a new toy?” Ryan chuckled and Kaylie shook her head.

“No, guess again.”

“Your mommy finally got you a puppy or kitten?” Ryan asked again.

“No,” Kaylie stated sadly. “I keep asking her but she keeps saying no.”

“Aw I’m sorry Kaylie, but what did you get?”

“Mommy bought me 2 packs of cookies.” Kaylie smiled holding up her two fingers.

Ryan looked at me with a questionable look.

“I couldn’t say no.” I chuckled then plopped down on their couch. “Where’s my bestfriend?” I asked.

“She needs to put on some clothes.” Ryan said sitting next to me, sitting Kaylie on his lap.

“Why would—“I trailed off then understood what he meant. “I’m sorry I ruined the baby making process.” I smirked.

“Ha-ha.” Ryan faked laughed.

“So how do you feel about your bestfriend being a baby daddy to another woman?” I asked plopping my feet up on the coffee table.

“Demi just cleaned that table, she’s gonna kill you.” Ryan chuckled.

“She’ll forgive me. Now answer my question.”

“To be honest I feel like Sasha ain’t even pregnant.” Ryan said and I nodded my head.

“I feel the same way, but my other half is telling me she is, just Justin probably isn’t the father.” I said and this time Ryan agreed with me.

“What’s up chica?” Demi said coming into the living room. “And get your feet off the coffee table I just cleaned that.” She added sitting next to Ryan.

“Told you.” Ryan said and stuck his tongue out and I repeated his actions and took my feet off the table.

“Please there is a kid in our presence.” Demi laughed.

We all chuckled but I happened to look down at Kaylie and saw she was fast asleep.

“She’s asleep.” I said, and Ryan looked down at his chest.

“Wow, I must be her new pillow.” He joked.

“So guess who I saw at the store.” I said.

“Who?” Demi asked.

“Tori, her son George and her boyfriend Andy.”

“Wow, it’s been so long. So what does her son look like?”

“Like Colton.” I snickered.

“Do you think Colton ever gets to see his son?” Ryan asked.

“Probably not; Tori hates his guts ever since he got her knocked up.” I said.

“So what happened between you and Mason the other night when we left?” Demi asked wriggling her eyebrows.

“C’mon Dems, we know they fucked.” Ryan said.

“Watch your language Ryan!” I said. “My daughter is in the room.”

“If you’re daughter is anything like her dad, she’s a heavy sleeper.” Ryan chuckled and I agreed. Kaylie is a heavy sleeper. Sometimes it takes me up to ten minutes to get her fully awake.

“So, did you and Mason hook up?” Demi asked and I shook my head no. “Why not!”

“I mean we were going to.” I began and both Demi and Ryan raised their eyebrows at me waiting for me to continue.

“When I mean we were going to, I mean that I was trying to convince Mason that I still wasn’t into Justin—“

“Which is a lie,” Demi interrupted and I glared at her. She knows I hate being interrupted. “Sorry, continue.”

“Anyways, I tried telling him I was over Justin, and he didn’t believe me so at that time I tried doing whatever I could to get him to believe me, when he finally agreed to sex, I chickened out.” I said.

“Was Mason disappointed?” Ryan asked.

“Not at all.” I said.

“He has to be secretly gay. I mean, getting a guy turned on then rejecting him at the last minute?” Ryan chuckled and I shook my head knowing that’s what he would end up saying.

“I’ll remember that next time.” Demi smirked and Ryan turned to look at her, probably giving her the ‘you better not even try’ face.

“Oh just remember, you’re the sex addict not me.” Ryan smirked and Demi smacked his arm.

“Oh yeah—remember when we were in high school and Justin and I made that bet?” I chuckled remembering old memories.

“Yep.” Both Ryan and Demi said in unison.

“That’s how my little munchkin was made.” I chuckled, moving Kaylie’s hair out of her face causing her to move a little in her sleep before finding herself comfortable in Ryan’s arms again.

“So how’s the baby making going?” I asked.

“5 times a week, 2 times a day, 3 if I’m lucky, I say it’s going fine.” Ryan said proudly earning a slap on the back of his head by Demi and me. 

anonymous asked:

Oh, I'm sorry. What's the term you people who sit around on tumblr all day use again? Pansexual? That's what you are right? It must be so hard to have *SUCH* a shitty life like yours while mommy and daddy pay the bills, huh? *rolls eyes a billion times*

damn yeah you’re right! Tumblr is a weapon of conversion, be aware, stay too long on here and you will experience the horrors of your sexuality slipping away and being replaced with pansexuality! But seriously, you’re just proving my point, people like you are the scum which think that they can dictate what people are or are not and think they have everyone figured out because they think a few posts here and there make up a whole person. Well I’ll tell you what, a blog isn’t a person, a person is beyond visual representations and quotes