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1/3 About the Ben B situation. The people he blocked were all WOC who asked him for accountability. Julianne herself is far worse and only bringing the blackface does it no justice. She apologized for that in 2021 (!!) only after The Activist backlash and it was more of a covering her ass letter than apology. She also SUPRISINGLY made lots of POC friends after that but dropped them pretty quickly.

In recent things (2020 till now). She also uses tanned emojis and blocks people when asked to stop, rips off Native American culture and sells it as magical California style remedy, basically has a cult selling dance classes claiming that these dancing moves and positive thinking helped to cure her endometriosis (a very painful incurable diesease). Her whole family is republican, her fater their main man in Utah. Yes, she is close with said father. One of her close friends is a guru known for sexually abusing minors, she loves his fancy vineyard retreats though. Beside that she is plainly stupid and continues her ignorant behavior for years. Only apologizes when called on her behavior, and only does so to cover herself. She's a grifter. Her ex-husband and ex-boyfriend both said that she is just the worst manipulative woman. For desert, have you all seen the video where she had her asshole exorcised in public?

POST PLUS IS COMING, WHETHER YOU WANT IT OR NOT!

Despite the fancy survey, changes to the UI and TOS reveal we’re getting the service in the future whether we want it or not. Obviously, Post+ is a terrible idea that is trying to bank revenue on user content. Unlike patreon or onlyfans, tumblr’s primary focus is on FAN content. The legality of this is NOT in the users favor and as the new tumblr TOS states, said users will be entirely liable for whatever legal matters arise.

SO WHAT ARE WE DOING?

Besides filling out the survey, it’s time to show tumblr we mean business and show our displeasure by hitting them where it hurts.

Ad revenue.

We’re proposing a 24 hour log off as phase one of this protest.

WHEN IS THE PROTEST?

AUGUST 6th, 2021        12 am Eastern Time (US)          5 am Greenwich Mean Time          6 am Central European Time          8 am Moscow Standard Time          1 pm Australian Western Time          2 pm Japan Standard Time          3:30 pm Australian Central Time          4 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 START TIME!!!

So no posting, no queues, no likes, and no reblogs!

WHAT IF I CAN’T/WHAT ELSE CAN I DO?

Like this post and share it AS MANY TIMES AS POSSIBLE. Use the hashtags #tumblrlogoff2021 or #postplusprotest on ANY and ALL social media.

WILL THIS WORK?

Maybe, maybe not. It’s an attempt at doing SOMETHING.

BECAUSE I’M A TIRED IDIOT, USE THIS TO DOUBLE CHECK YOUR TIME ZONE!!!!

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Event Time Announcer - Log off protest 2021

Event Time Announcer shows time for Log off protest 2021 in locations all over the world. In New York it happens on Friday, August 6, 2021 a

Oh! Is it possible to ask for yandere headcanons of Heisenberg kidnapping a foreign female darling (doing her masters abroad), please? Thank you for considering!

Of course!!!

- while getting your masters abroad, for the purpose of research for their masters thesis, leading them to an small town in Romania,

-you and some others from your university boarded in an nearby house, spending your days an a temporary research lab. For an study funded by the umbrella corporation. (is this what people with masters thesis do? I just started college so i dont know).

-somehow heisenberg got loosely involved within the study, inquiring about results, offering resources. and making conversation with your professor. He soon took over the study, due to it being useful in his quest to take over mother Miranda. essentially holding you and your research team hostage to resarch mother Miranda’s powers and weaknesses.

-You where ordered to deliver lab reports to the factory. You where shaking with both fear and cold when you pressed the buzzer. The door immediately ripping not long afterwards. Was he waiting by the door for your arrival?

-he took the heavy stack of files you offered him "the lab reports you asked for sir" he thumbed through the papers, checking them. "Is there anything else you need sir" you asked with your best retail voice. "Everything's here" he muttered to himself. "I will bring more files as they are created, thank you sir" you turned away "where the fuck yer going" you froze "so-so sorry sir" your voice cracked with fear. "I need you for something" he gestured for you to come in. You hesitated, fearful of his possible intentions. "Come on, come on" he said, walking into the pitch black room. You rushed after him to prevent angering him further.

- he led you through the factory, stopping in front of an closed door. He pulled out an crowded keyring, unlocking the door. You where surprised to see that the room wasn't an blood soaked laboratory, but an inhabited room with heating and traces of life. Karl gestured to the fireplace "feel free to warm yourself up" his voice low and husky. He took off his coat and rolled up his sleeves, his button down to tight to pull up beyond his forearm. He walked till behind you "Here... Lemme take your coat buttercup" you could feel his body's vibration from talking on your back.

-the sudden feeling of his warm calloused hands made you jump, he pulled you coat off and tossed it onto the rack. Not budging from his spot behind you. His hot humid breath on the cold skin of your neck, exposed and defenseless to him. He suddenly leaned into you, his neck and chin scratchy, his skin warm,His nose buried in you hair. He deeply and slowly inhaled your scent. His chapped lips landed on your neck. You quicky jerked away in shock. "It's been so long, I loose control sometimes" his grin audible In his voice. "Sorry babydoll, you make me loose control sometimes".

-you sat down at the fire, staring at the floor with your cheeks flushed. Untill Karl sat next to you, with two drinks.

-grossed out by the taste, you quickly gulped it down. Cringing at the burn it left going down. "How is it" he chuckled slightly at your reaction "strong" you said before going into an coughing fit. "sorry baby".

-for what felt like an enternity he talked, at one point you stopped listening due to your increasing fatigue. Your head blurry and thoughts slow. At some point he seemed to be talking to you, you nodded along to whatever he was saying. He held his palm out, offering his cigar. But due to your state that gesture confused you. He chuckled ,"fuck, I might've given you to much baby" he pulled you onto his lap, leaving sloppy kisses on your temple. Which you barley felt due to the drugs he slipped you. He took an long drag of his cigar, and put his lips onto yours. Blowing the smoke into your mouth. You coughed.

-"let's get you to bed" he swept you up into his arms and carried you off to some room buried deep in the winding halls of his factory. Pulling off the top layers of your clothes. Leaving you in an tank top and underwear. He slipped his large warm hands under your shirt, whistling in appreciation at the soft skin he felt. "Your beautiful baby, but I gotta let you get some rest" unclipping your bra and pulling it down.

-the doorbell rang, "god fucking dammit" he stormed over to the door. "The fuck you want" he growled towards the visitor, as they looked up in fear. "Here's what you asked for sir" one of your lab partner's meekly held up an box of your clothes. Looking guilty for their role in your abduction.

-your classmate, Shawn , who you had developed some sort of friendship with ,was the only one to break the silence. "Are we just going to let this happen" "shut the fuck up Shawn, your going to get us killed" "we can't just leave her". The speaker outside his factory fuzzed to life "Get the fuck off my property before I send the lycans". Finally managing to scare them all off. He returned to your side. Grabbing your small hand from under the covers. Using his powers , small bits of metal rose from the ground and gathered around your ring finger. Forming an rough engagement ring tight around your finger. He brought you hand to his lips,and kissed the rough metal. Muttering to himself "Frau Heisenberg" he smiled "my wife"

(I hope that you enjoy this, sorry if it's bad or cringey. To anyone who reads this feel free to send in suggestions for other topics. Constructive criticism is highly appreciated!!! Love you all❤️❤️)

ADHD is spending your whole life being told that you’re not doing your best and that you could do better if you tried harder and worked harder until you believe it yourself, becoming convinced that your your best work is actually only your average, and there’s a mythical, hypothetical, never-before-seen Your Best, which is surely the work of gods.

So you end up with this inflated ego and stalwart belief that you should be capable of curing cancer, discovering new planets, composing new opera pieces to take the world by storm, if you only tried harder. But for some inexplicable reason, you simply won’t put your mind and focus on it, and now you hate yourself for not being the spectacular specimen you were taught you ought to be.

And that’s why you end up having these conversations with your therapist where they are like “normal people don’t put this kind of demands and expectations on themselves”, and you dead seriously fucking answer

“Yes, but I’m not normal people.”

My Place: Florence Welch

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.🌚

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