Weighted Blankets Aren't Enough I Need To Be Crushed In A Hydraulic Press

all your stuffed animals love you. they're not sad if they're in a box, or on the floor, or not held/played with as much. they understand. they know that you might need another stuffie more, or that you don't have enough space. they're just happy to be with you, and if you ever give them away, they'll be happy there too. stuffies are for comfort. they understand. they love you too. it's okay.

Please be careful and protect your work and help protect others art. <3

its official: tumblr is selling our data to Midjourney

404 Media

Tumblr and Wordpress to Sell Users’ Data to Train AI Tools

Internal documents obtained by 404 Media show that Tumblr staff compiled users' data as part of a deal with Midjourney and OpenAI.

we'd been hearing rumors about this for a bit but now its open and out there. some details from this article

it goes without saying, but if @staff goes through with this its going to be an utter shitshow and im all but certain the website will not survive it.

don’t make me lose you too

Baby pls. Like what size ring you wear? What type of designs do you like? What’s our wedding date?

“Is it okay if I draw fanart of your fanfic?👉🏼👈🏼”

My brother in Christ we shall have a spring wedding

You guys shouldn’t be so judgemental of The Winchesters, it’s Jensen’s first fanfiction he’s trying his best

It is a joyous day

Without Bobby Singer, Dean Winchester would have killed himself before Sam’s first death in season 3. Without Bobby Singer, Sam Winchester would have fallen into a depression and gotten himself killed on a mission or drank himself into an early grave following Dean’s suicide. Without Bobby Singer, the world is never saved, not because of his knowledge or his research, but because he loved those boys, because the Winchester boys were his sons, that he loved more than anything in this life and the next.

In this essay I will…

After the Bad Days

Weeks after one of Dean’s really bad days, you’re in a diner, grabbing a quick bite with Dean, Sam, and Cas after a hunt. As you’re walking back to your table, you can hear Cas and Dean talking, but you’re not near enough to make out any of the conversation. You round the corner away from the bathrooms, and you hear the soft vulnerability in Dean’s voice as he murmurs, to himself more than to Cas. Sam and Cas pause, looking at him with surprised relief, and you slide into the booth next to him. Noting the pause in the conversation becoming awkward, you elbow him softly with a smile and offer up a few shining compliments about his work on the hunt you had just finished up. Your food arrives, and you all dig in, conversation resuming their regular flow. You can’t help but notice the smile that stays on Dean’s lips, and hope to yourself, and whomever or whatever else might be out there that cares, that it remains longer than the last smile did.

[COVERED IN BLOOD] Perhaps the world is slightly brighter having me in it.

Watchergate: 4/19-4/22