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The Post Plus Protest is coming! Updated Edition

WHAT ARE WE DOING?

Fill out the survey on the original Post Plus post (be polite, don’t spam, but GET YOUR POINT ACROSS that we don’t want this). Since we mean business, it’s time to hit them where it hurts; Ad Revenue.

We’re proposing a 24 hour log off as the main event of phase one.

WHEN IS THE PROTEST?

The protest starts by logging off on August 6th, 2021 at 12am Eastern Time (US). Here’s a quick chart to help figure out when you log out. AUGUST 6th, 2021  12 am Eastern Time (US)    4 am UTC    5 am BST/London    6 am Central Europe Time    7 am Moscow Standard Time    9:30 am Indian Standard Time    12 Noon Hong Kong Time/Australian Western Time    1 pm Japan Standard Time    1:30 pm Australian Central Time    2 pm Australian Eastern Time

AUGUST 5th, 2021

  11 pm Central Time (US)   10 pm Mountain Time (US)     9 pm Pacific Time (US)

THE END TIME IS 24 HOURS FROM THE START TIME!

So that means if you log off at say, 6 am Central Europe Time you’ll log back in at 6 am Central Europe Time on August 7th. We’d prefer if if there is no posting, no queues, no likes, and no reblogs during this period.

WHAT IF I CAN’T/WHAT ELSE CAN I DO?

Like this post, share it, and use the hashtags #tumblrlogoff2021 and/or #postplusprotest on ANY and ALL social media. If you’re using the mobile version, you can always leave an honest review on the app center of your choice (once again: be polite, don’t spam, but GET YOUR POINT ACROSS!).

WHY IS POST PLUS/POST+ SO BAD?

Tumblr’s primary focus is on FAN content (whether any of us want to admit it or not). Putting these kinds of contents behind patreon like paywalls is a terrible idea and the legality is NOT in the user or their subscribers favor. You can absolutely get in legal trouble for what tumblr is proposing with this new feature. There’s also the worry about the site’s (poor) security and access to Post Plus users bank information. Do you really want a site that lacks a functioning search function and whose userbase routinely get hacked to have your credit card information? No, you really don’t.

WILL THIS WORK?

Maybe, maybe not. It’s an attempt at doing something to combat tumblr’s impending self-inflicted demise.

ANYTHING ELSE?

There’s a time zone checker linked in a previous post if you need it and I’ll try to fix any mistakes to times as I find them. Keep an eye out for future posts closer to the protest date and the eventual phase two! Thank you ALL for your support so far.

Fandom is so different now and it’s becoming un-fun with how quickly shit moves.

I just want to enjoy things. I don’t want to have to play a game of Artist-Race that seems to be afoot lately.

Ya’ll eat up fandoms, leave artists and writers bone dry and then move on so fucking quickly then fucking wonder where all the Good Fandom Stuff is.

Idk Maybe cherish some things for longer. Reblog stuff. Interact with people. Comment and share.

Fandom is Capitalism now and I’m not being nuanced.

pls i need sam fortner content maybe like hes kidnapped you but you have stockholm and they have their first kiss and he’s super awkward but happy

First Kiss

Posted:11/25/22

Title: First Kiss

Yandere Sam Fortner x GN reader

Fluff

Author's note:

Warnings: Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome

🔞18+ page due to dark and adult themes. Minors will be blocked 🔞

Things have been easier since you stopped fighting your fate. You were trapped by a boy who was too in love with you for his good. Nothing more to say. Nothing you can do.

Sam was... a loving boy. At least to you. He does his best to make you feel loved and to show he's love despite his awkwardness. It made you feel... sorry for him a little. Could he not help anything? He is so sweet how could he be capable of such things?

You found your heart starting to warm when he came home. Trying to hold back a smile, getting flustered when he talks to you. You couldn't help it.

You sat on your bed, back to the wall, biting your lip as you think about Sam relaxing in his lazy boy. He wore his grey sweatpants, his legs spread and his hands nervously running up and down them.

"Is something going on with you?" Sam's voice breaks your thoughts making you blush. "What?" "I don't know. You're just staring at nothing with that weird look on your face." You roll your eyes playfully. "There's not much else to do." He thought for a moment. "Yeah.. sorry about that." He stood there awkwardly trying to think of what to say. "I could use some company." You say not sure of yourself and lightly patting the bed next to you.

His eyes slightly widen in surprise. Sam sits next to you on the bed back to the wall. "What did you do today?" You asked trying to start a conversation. "Work." He says. You chuckled a little at his blunt answer. "Well obviously... but like what did you do at work?" "Oh um... Paperwork... I don't want to talk about work." You sighed. "What would you like to talk about, Sam." You could have sworn you could hear him trying to hide a moan from hearing you say his name. "Mhm um..." He turns to face you a little more. "The only thing I ever really want to talk about is you... can we talk about you?" You blushed. "Um sure. What about me?" He shakes his head seemingly overwhelmed by the question. "Everything.... you're so.. pretty." You smiled. "Thank you." "I mean it too. I wouldn't just say that. I remember before you lived with me I watched you through your window and I saw you change a few. So I know how beautiful you are head to toe." Your face went red. Although it was alarming he was just trying to compliment you. "Thank you." "Yeah..." He sat there thinking maybe he shouldn't have said that. "Your pretty too, Sam." His cheeks and ears warmed. "R-really? You don't have to say that if you don't mean it." You smiled and placed your hand on his leg. "But I do mean it." He looked at you with big admiring eyes. "Really?" You nodded.

Sam puts a hand on your shoulder. "C...Can I kiss you?" Your eyes went widen. "Y-yes.."

Sam slowly leans in and places his lips on yours. The kiss was slow and causation. His hand left your shoulder to hold your face. Sam's body was stiff. There wasn't much movement before Sam abruptly pulled back. His face was pink and warm. Your cheeks were warm as you looked at him, waiting for him to say something. "Thank you?" You smiled "your welcome." Sam put his back flat against the wall again. His head felt fuzzy. "I..." 'Say something." He told himself. "I love you." He spoke out quickly. Not the first time he's told you but still important to him nonetheless. His leg started to bounce with building anxiety. "I love-" Sam abruptly stood. You look up at him confused. "I forgot to get dinner." He says moving to get his car keys. "We just eat-" "I forgot to get this other thing that I know you'll like-" it was your turn to interrupt him. "I love you, Sam!" He stopped and turned to you. You repeated yourself. "I love you, Sam. I understand what you've been trying to tell me... about how I'm safe and loved here and I'm so sorry I didn't listen before but I am now."

Sam took in what you were telling him. Is this a trick? He wonders. However, when he looked into your eyes he could see passion. The passion he'd seen you have for many this but now it was aimed at him. He wanted to cry happy tears. He slowly walked back to you and brushed your hair out of your face. "I don't want to leave. Why would I need to when you're here?" He gave a small smile. "Come here." You put your hands up to his face and pulled him into another kiss. However, this one felt natural. Felt like you've always kissed each other. The kiss was still on the soft side and passionate. Sam held the back of your head gently as you hear him slightly whine into the kiss before pulling back.

You looked into each other's eyes and felt your hearts connect. You pulled Sam in for a close tight hug. His head hid into your neck as his arms wrap around your waist. Your arms wrapped around his neck as one of your hands gently stroked his hair. "I'll never leave you, my love~" With that Sam hugged you tighter and then pushed you to lay back on the bed for an endless night of cuddling.

I’m so sorry, once more, with feeling, then I’m done— Yan!Din Djarin HCs, but focusing on when she finally gives in, and decides to try to love Din. Kissing him back, wrapping her arms around him when he hugs her, initiating affection herself, etc.

How many kids do they end up having after she’s finally in love? 🙈

No need to apologize! 🤬 I love these, it makes me feel validated 🤧

Hmmmm. It definitely started off slow. You didn’t want anything to do with him after you were initially taken. Purposely avoiding him in such a small space was not an easy feat, but once you started getting sick all of the sudden? It all started going downhill.

As always he watched from afar. Making sure that you realized on your own. He didn’t dare get close to you, instead he sent the kid as a peace offering.

Initially, very miffed that the man sent his own kid to do his dirty work, you ignored him, often allowing him to walk up in your space and waddle around. He brought some smiles to your face on occasions. He made things seem less darker than how they really were.

Mando acted (poorly, you thought) as if the child came up to you despite his ‘scoldings’. It was only a ploy to have an excuse to be close to you without your obvious hostility.

As you came to terms with your predicament, you grew tired. You were starting to feel lonely. You would let him touch you, kiss you, embrace you, but you never responded back.

He realized after a long while that you only reciprocated his touches during sex. Always being constantly turned on due to hormones (you assumed) was bound to make anyone crazy. He took what he could and he really took it good. It had gotten to the point where you didn’t have a day in which you didn’t have his cum leaking from you.

He relishes in the moments where you would grab onto him as he thrusted into you from behind. He relished in the way you would lead his hand down your panties and fuck yourself against him, the way you twitched and moaned when his mouth wrapped around your sore and swollen nipples.

One time he embraced you in your sleep. His chest was against your back and he nuzzled his nose into your hair. You shifted in your sleep and he froze momentarily. He immediately tightened his hold as you started to move.

He was expecting you to break out of his caging arms. You found him suffocating and you always tried to push him away, despite never reaching your goal. He tries to kiss away your scowl of disgust every time. You would stay still when you got tired of fighting against him.

This time though, you just turned to face him. Your eyes were half lidded and looking up into his. Your hand lazily came up to his cheek and your fingertips started caressing along his jaw, his nose, his brows and finally along his eyes.

His eyes fluttered closed as you lightly tapped his eyelids. He let out a heavy exhale through his slightly parted mouth. You’re hand fell to his hip and you shuffled closer, curling your head in the nape of his neck.

“Go to sleep.”, you mumbled demandingly against his skin. You woke up in the middle of the night, holding each other so closely, to the point where your legs were entangled. You changed positions quickly after, facing away from him and on the edge of the mattress. He managed to pull you up against him in his sleep and you sighed in defeat.

You would let him do things to you, on occasion sharing a kiss or a hug out of human necessity. He knew that your touches didn’t come out of love it was out of habit.

By the time you were pregnant the second time, despite your hopes that his many attempts to impregnate you wouldn’t take, you had managed to become downright affectionate towards him. Especially when finding out you were with twins.

You decided that things would be better if you cooperated fully. You started to feel something for him as the first baby djarin was born. His touch was so gentle with her, you could see the deep love he held for his children, making you realize that, that was the same look he gave you when you did something mundane, as you fixed up an astromech, as you feed your child mashed fruits or even just laying in bed, half dazed and delirious with left over pleasure.

He sits down with a heavy sigh. He turns to see you sound asleep, still swollen in the belly with his children. He smiled weakly as your chest rises and falls with every breath, the pendant still in between your breasts and glinting in the small candle flicking on the small table beside the bed.

He winces as he released the armor from his flight suit a little too harshly, causing it to fall to the ground in a loud clang.

You stir awake, cradling your bump, which was straining against the shirt you’ve borrowed from Din’s closet ever since he took the week long job. You sat up unsteadily, still half asleep.

He curses softly under his breath.

“Go back to sleep you need your rest-“

You cut him off before he could continue, placing your lips on his. He’s astounded by the way you deepen the kiss and especially by the way you pushed your hands into his locks so desperately.

Letting go of his face you maneuvered yourself behind him. You held him close to you, leaning the back of his head to rest on the curve of your breast.

“I feel like… I could try… for the children. For us.”

The two words echoed against his skull. For us.

You rested your cheek against his hair and sighed shakily. Your hands rubbed against his chest soothingly, feeling the ripple and curves of muscle and skin. You feel him shiver against you and start to tremble.

You looked down at him in concern, finding that tears were starting to run down his face. You kiss his cheek in reassurance and he grasps your hand in his.

It’s been two years. He was willing to wait more for you to be ready to fully accept him, but two years was a long time.

The days pass. He still gets chills whenever he feels your hands on his body. Wrapping them around him as he cooks something over the stovetop. Randomly coming up to him to give him a kiss on the cheek.

He especially gets chills when your start to beg him for more. At first you told him, very clearly, that after the twins were born, you two were done procreating. He agreed despite the downright displeased look on his face.

He even took you to the nearby village’s doctor. But he saw the way you stared at pregnant women as they walked by in the markets, with a sense of longing. The way he can see your brain turn to mush as you saw a newborn baby.

He saw your yearning to be bred, he heard it. Especially as he whispered huskily into your ear about how he wishes to see you swollen again, to have others see who you belonged to.

“Why do you say these things?”, you groan as you cover your face in embarrassment. You have never cum as fast as you did by his words, as hard as you did by his implications.

“They’re just words, mesh’la.” He grins against your shoulder.

“Unless… your liked it so much you might want to… y’know.” He waited for your response. You didn’t say anything for a while, just tracing over the letters on his chest written in Mando’a. As each of your children were born he added their initials accordingly.

“We don’t have the resources.”

“We can always renovate the house, I’m sure the village will be more than happy to help.”

“We can barely handle four right now, including a magic, wizard baby. It’s like you forget about his tantrums-“

“We’ll get a nanny droid. Your very good with repairing them.”

You huff.

“Go to sleep.”, you mumbled. He chuckled at your pout.

A month later you found out you were pregnant once again.

He doesn’t tell you even after you’ve had two more kids together (in result of a ‘malfunction’ in the device he disabled on your neck, which was marketed as the safest possible birth control option), that he was able to bribe (threaten) the doctor to deactivate it and ensure that you wouldn’t know a thing about it.

It seemed like with each baby, each vulnerable moment, you wanted him more, you loved him more. But you most definitely did not love him as much as he loved you.

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Damn.🌚

Requests open! Feel free to share your thoughts and your own headcanons along with some requests ofc.

Howdy! I'd love to request Yandere Tifa Lockhart with a s/o that tries to escape her. Thank you!

Ok!!

Sorry this was an little angsty, but I really wanted to explore how her experiences led to her yandere trait's. Trigger warning for don coreno, nothing explicit, just trauma from the event.

Tifa had many admirers, alot of whom where in high places. There was nothing she hated more then those men who wouldn't stop. Early on in your relationship you told her that she was started to adapt the behavior of her abusers, her possessiveness sometimes rubbed you the wrong way. She broke down crying. She explained that this was different. She did everything because she loved you so so much, that she was scared to loose you because you were the first person who genuinely seemed to love her for more than the surface. Who didn't see her as an object to be won. The guilt from your accusation caused you to fall into an flurry of self hatred. You both blamed it on your self destructive nature, hurting yourself because you hated yourself. She held you with your head burried in her lap, kissing the top of your head "just let yourself be happy, you deserve to be happy". She just wanted to protect you from all the people who saw her as an prize, who wanted to break her down and mold her into someone else. Who wanted to hurt her because she looked pretty when she cried.

All of that made you feel even worse for what you where about to do. It's not that you where trying to leave her.. you just wanted to check up on a sick friend. Tifa would only let you leave 7th heaven with her by your side. If you asked her she would have taken you, but it was an busy day for the girl. You needed to check up on your friend now and you didn't want to give her another thing to do. You waited till she was in an deep sleep and slipped out of the bed. You ran over to your friends house for an quick visit. They where unable to sleep due to their painful symptoms, so you stayed well into the night, watching movies to distract them.

Your eyes caught the sunrising from the window "fuck, I gotta go home" in a rush you gathered your things. You looked at your phone to check the time, "7 missed calls from tifa" shit. You opened messenger, but your phone died before you could type an single letter. You ran out of the apartment and towards 7th heaven. "Tifa" you shouted as you opened the door. "Y/n" an sleepy small voice whispered. Marlene was standing by the pinball machine, clutching her pink blanket. "Sweetie, what are you doing up" you bowed down to her level. "Tifa left" "oh, okay, just go back to bed honey it's alright" Marlene nodded , you waited until she had left untill you sprinted over to the bars phone. Dialing tifa as fast as you could. "Hello" tifa's voice was shaking, "tifa baby I am so sor-""were are you" she interrupted "I'm at 7th, are you okay" tifa hung up. You sat down, preparing your explanation.

After a few minutes tifa burst through the door, tackling you with an hug. "Why, why did you leave" "I just went to check up on an friend" tifa grabbed your shoulders, "without me" tifa scolded. "I didn't want to bother you". "You never bother me!!" You sighed,"I don't get why this is such an big deal, I'm a big girl tifa, I can take care of myself" "you can't!!" Anger bubbled inside of you "I'm not an idiot tifa!". "You just don't understand, the type of people out there" tifa cried out. Tifa continued "there are people out there who want to do terrible things to me, to you. What if HE got you" now you understand her paranoia. "Sephiroth's dead tifa" tifa looked up confused. "I know, it's someone else y/n" "who?". "Don coreno" she said his name like each letter of it burned. Pulling you close to her she elaborated. "He didn't get the chance to do anything, but he would've, and he will if he gets it." Guilt twisted your heart, seeing her like this broke you. "Y/n, my baby, I don't want you to ever experience those types of looks, you stay up at night haunted by what could have happened, I'm strong so I can save myself, but you. It could actually happen if I'm not there to protect you".

You held her for an while, her hot tears ran down your neck as she cried , her face buried in the nape of it. "Let's get some sleep" she nodded.

You where able to hobble out of the bar,her body leaning on you. Collapsing onto the bed the two of you drifted off to an light yet peaceful sleep. Which was quickly pulled away from you when Marlene crawled between you. "Had a nightmare" "why you crawling in with us" tifa's voice was slightly raspy from crying. "Daddy's to big, I'm crushed" Marlene pouted "he snooooores to loud" you drifted off to sleep, the sounds of Marlene describing her nightmare to tifa. Their voices muted and words distorted

I saw your request's where open , how about yandere leon Kennedy or someone from ff7, NSFW if you're comfortable with it. Only if you want to tough💖💖💖💖

Love your Reno fic

Awwwww thank you that’s very nice! Sorry if this took to long or not very well written. I tried

Warnings as always are the same

🌸🌺🌸🌺🌸🌺🌸🌺🌸

The lock of the door clicked open as Leon walked into his dark apartment. Staring down the hallway as he shut and relocked the multiple locks on the door, the agent saw a blanket covered lump on the couch that faced the tv. Leon placed his keys on the key hook, took off his shoes, then walked over to the couch, sitting down beside the lump, "Have you been sitting here since I left this morning, Dearest?", he reached out his arm, going to pull the blanket off of their head, only for you to flinch away, not wanting to be touch. He sighed as he stood up, not wanted to fight his darling after a long day at the office.

Leon stood in the lit up kitchen, looking in the cabinet and fridge, "Is there anything you want for dinner, (Name)?", knowing he wasn’t going to get a response, the agent shut the door then turned around. Only to find his Dearest, standing in the archway of the kitchen, still dressed in their pajamas, staring at him with blank, dead like eyes. Leon held out his right hand, an awful feeling going through his body, "(Name)? You okay, is something wrong?", then he saw it. In their hand was a thin small box cutter. Leon glanced at it then back at their face, "Dearest, where did you get that? How about you give that here, huh?", he toed his way slowly over towards them, "You don't need that."

Just as he got close enough to touch their wrist, (Name) swung the box cutter at him. Leon's trained reflexes kicked in and he grabbed their wrist, stopping them from taking his eye out. He twisted their wrist, making them drop their weapon with a cry of pain that hurt his heart. The agent picked up his struggling partner and carried them to their bedroom, Leon's partner struggling and yelling the entire time, "I hate you! I hate you! I. Hate. You!"

He sighed, placing them on the bed. Before they could do anything, he took two pairs of softly padded cuffs and cuffed each of their wrists to one side of the headboard. Leon sat down beside his Dearest and rubbed his knuckles against their cheek. Quickly moving away as (Name) snapped and gnashed their teeth near his hand, "Maybe an hour of two locked in here will calm you down.", they kicked and screamed as he stood up and left, closing the door behind them.

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