a Touch of Crazy

Options are being brought to us, now. Read this open letter then peruse their option. -Wolf

OPEN LETTER 

To: Tumblr Jeff D’Onofrio, Tumblr CEO New York City, New York, United States

Dear Jeff D’Onofrio,

On December 17, Tumblr will be banning porn from its site.

By banning “adult content” from your website in truth you categorically ban sex workers regardless of how they are using your platform. You cut them off from the ability to build an audience for their work, and what’s even worse, you declare their very existence as obscene.

Tumblr allows every content creator, artist, or small entrepreneur to build an audience and communicate with this audience at any moment in time - if you do not work in the adult industry of course.

Many brands use social media to sell products. Social media and eCommerce are interlocked. You take this now away from every adult content creator around the globe. And that is wrong.

You mentioned in a blog post titled “A better, more positive Tumblr”:

You are wrong: There is a shortage of sites on the internet that feature adult content, in particular when it comes to shadowbanning and the ability to also advertise on these sites.

Look, here is what we do:

Sharesome is a site that welcomes all the people that you just kicked off your platform. You gave them time until December 17th to export a backup of their blog to save their years of work. Meanwhile we will develop an import tool, so they can move to us, and we leave you with all the white supremacist Nazi blogs – because we ban that kind of shit.

Regards,

Tudor Bold                                         Ralf Kappe CEO, Sharesome                              Founder, Sharesome

Posting for reference and for others to see.

@instructor144 did you see this?

I did not.

I made my account here (same name, no content yet). Tumblr blog is still exporting, I’ll check out importing when it’s possible.

This is not a guarantee of where to find me in the future, but keeping as many options open as possible.

I made one too, same user name as here. I’m basically making accounts all over the place and then I’ll delete whatever I don’t end up using.

this should be the most reblogged post on tumblr before it dies

We need to reblog this so much that the post breaks

Reblog pls

Tumblr is gonna lose so many members lol

IF YOU NEED TO CALL 911 BUT ARE SCARED TO BECAUSE OF SOMEONE IN THE ROOM, dial and ask for a pepperoni pizza. They will ask if you know you’re calling 911. Say yes, and continue pretending you’re making an order. They’ll ask if there’s someone in the room.

You can ask how long it will take for the pizza to get to you, and they will tell you how far away a dispatcher is.

Here is an example video

Reblog to literally save a life

I’ve done this.  I’m alive because of this. 

My flat-mate’s date for the night was almost as drunk as her.  She had passed out in her room and locked the door.  He refused to leave because he wanted to have sex.  He also demanded food because he was dealing with “whiskey dick”.  He didn’t like the lack of food in the fridge.  I called 911, did the stuff stated above, and he was getting PISSED about how long the “order” was taking.  He took my phone, demanded they “hurry the fuck up”.  Police arrived two minutes later, arrested him, and helped me file a police report.  Pressing charges wasn’t necessary because he had warrants on him from THREE different states for the very thing he planned to do to me.  Several months after this happened one of the officers informed me he was charged with two felonies because he crossed stay lines, and will be serving no less than 35 years in prison.  The officer ripped into my flat-mate about her bringing home complete strangers, while drunk, knowing full well this shit could happen. 

This was 14 years ago.  

Do the pizza order, do it as calmly as you can.  The dispatcher I spoke to said things like this:

“If he’s drunk say you want mushrooms.”  I said I want extra mushrooms.

“If he’s threatening you with sexual assault say you want onions.”  I said I want onions.

She went like this with different toppings and sauces for a description of him, like pineapple if he’s blonde, black olives if he’s tall, extra large if he’s tall, etc.

They’ve heard this sort of coded call before.  They’re trained for it.  They will understand what you’re saying.  Order the pizza.

Really though. I’m in training for dispatch and this was one of the first things they taught us. Pretend you’re talking to a friend or relative, pretend you’re ordering pizza, we’ll figure it out. We’ll word questions so you can answer in an easy, casual way. Please, just make the call and we will do everything we can to help you.

Reblog to save a life

Listening to this video brought tears to my eyes, but what an incredible way to let 911 know you need help in a situation like this.

BOOST. If my kid sister had known this, she’d be alive today.

Fuck.

okay but

Laura Barton calling Clint “Clinton” when he’s in trouble

And that’s ALWAYS how it goes. “Clinton.” “Yes, ma’am.”

Every time.

And Natasha is snickering behind her hand as she watches the exchange over and over and next time they’re in the field, Natasha and Clint are pinned down, but she’s got this and she’s just like

“Clinton. Left.”

And he doesn’t even think cause she has the inflection down. He kills like 34 guys and saves the hostages and gets a pizza and is a general badass and then he turns to Natasha and is like

“Did you– in the field? Did you wife me?”

And Natasha just grins and says, “Yes, ma’am.”

New B&B fanvid!

The Graveyard Shift, by @riseofthefallenone and @purgatoryjar

Summary:  Dean’s favourite coffee shop, The Graveyard Shift, is only open after the sun goes down. Which is perfect for him, because that’s exactly when he craves coffee the most while doing the overnight at the fire hall. The coffee shop’s owner is pretty perfect too, but it’s kind of a bummer that Dean never gets to see Cas during the day. In a world where the supernatural live more or less in peace with the rest of humanity, it’s a little impolite to ask Cas just what he really is - or what his dark past entails.

Updates: every Tuesday

Finally, the first chapter is here! Go check it out and tell Jen how awesome she is! 

JENSEN AND MISHA PICKING ON JARED GIVES ME LIFE

a genderqueer superhero who wears a binder and hides their face so everyone assumes they’re male but then they have c cups and never bind as a civilian so their secret identity is safe

Actually theres an Argentinian comic/tv show called Cybersix thats pretty much exactly this, except the other way around:

“Cybersix” (superhero persona)

“Adrien Seidelman” (civilian persona)

i believe all the episodes are on youtube if you want to watch it…

I was literally just thinking of this post and adding Cybersix the other day!

Bonus points: you can get the show on DVD now too!

YES OMG Cybersix is SO obscure and underrated! 

#very subtle

So this au post has been floating around and its been giving me ClintNat feels (tl;dr whatever you write on your body shows up on your soulmates). I then had to share my pain with @polyamoryavengers so, like, half these ideas are hers. ANYWAY:

-words don’t appear on your body until you become the person that your soulmate can fall in love with

-Clint has been that person for Natasha for ages, but the Red Room won’t let her write on herself so he still believes he’s not worthy of her yet

-Natasha, never getting any words on her skin, believes she will never be worthy of her soulmate, ever.

-Until the day she leaves the Red Room and just as she’s wavering after a particularly awful mission, thinking maybe she should go back Don’t Forget Eggs is suddenly scrawled across her hand.

-Natasha just hysterically laughs and cries because if anything proves her handlers were wrong, its this.

-She can’t bring herself to write back to her soulmate, but then one night, Clint, drunk and morose, writes Are you even there or am I alone? and Natasha grabs the nearest pen and scrawls back as fast as possible I’m here and I’m not going anywhere

-Clint can’t believe she’s finally writing. They introduce themselves and start writing conversations to each other, Clint telling her all about Kate and Lucky, Natasha telling him about the choices she was able to make for herself each day. 

-Clint pulls his shirt up in front of every mirror he comes across because Natasha writes long angry rants on her stomach and every time he reads one, he falls a little more in love.

-Clint begs her to come to New York so they can meet properly and she tells him she would love too, but she needs to find out who she is first. And then, just as she feels she’s ready to go to him, she starts being chased by SHIELD. The thought of putting Clint in danger sends her heart into her throat.

-Cornered in a little hotel in Florence, she writes to Clint I’m in Florence, I don’t think you’ll hear from me again and Clint, perched watching the Black Widow in her room, writes back I’M IN FLORENCE WHERE ARE YOU.

-Natasha is writing I just want you to know I love you along the vein on his forearm and he looks through the window, where the Widow is writing on her own, looking like she’s about to cry and all of a sudden it clicks

-Natasha, struggling to think of how to tell Clint in as few words as she has just how much he means to her, when a man bursts through her window gasping out “Tasha!” and at first she only comprehends a few things.

-That is the most saccharine purple she has ever seen

-THAT is a SHIELD emblem

-And those are the words she just wrote running up his forearm