demona-silverwing:

I’m not leaving Tumblr myself, but those who are leaving and interested in following me, here’s where you can find me:

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thebibliosphere:

datmusictho:

thebibliosphere:

m-in-a-moonrock:

thebibliosphere:

I actually feel sorry for the likely unpaid intern sitting at tumblr HQ dealing with all our bullshit and snark while those actually in charge watch the world burn from a safe distance and blame it on us damn kids not buying more products. Because ultimately this is what this about. Verizon needs to make money from Tumblr, and Verizon can’t make money cause Apple says “no adult content” and Apple has a stranglehold on the app market.

The fact that a lot of us use tumblr to host our own services and products as independent creators, often as our only source of income, is irrelevant to them. The fact that to many of us this is our community is meaningless to them. We’re acceptable collateral damage to furthering corporate greed and that’s the fucking tea on that.

Also to the hypothetical unpaid intern: leave, sweety. You can do better, and you’re worth so much more.

I thought Apple removed the app because of the CP though ? 

Not that I don’t think Apple is evil or don’t have a stranglehold on the market, but

if the removal was specifically because of the pedophilia then

that was a more than fair decision. Come to think of it, if it was because of all the porn bots it was also pretty fair. Tumblr should have gotten its shit together way earlier about that and if the whole “no adult content” thing is wholly their decisions then this mess is on them for not being able to manage their own website, panicking when there’s finally some consequences and deciding that trying to ban all “adult content” instead of dealing with the actual problem is the way to go

 (so yeah hypothetical intern might want to find a better, not completely incompetent place of work)

The CP is what forced them to roll out changes quicker, but otherwise this NSFW ban has been in the planning for quite some time. They were always planning to do this.

That whole “oh we rolled back the filtering system” that happened a while ago cause the algorithm was bullshit? Was them testing it to see a) how well it worked but also b) how we’d react.

But because, and this is all through the grapevine stuff and “anon sources” who were willing to talk to Vox (source), Verizon haven’t been putting any money into Tumblr since they bought it, the engineers that run the site have been jumping ship left right and center for better gigs (without being offered any reason to stay), so there’s been increasingly fewer staff to maintain or make changes, so the filter is still bullshit, still broken, and the site is only going to break further as time goes on cause no money is going into maintaining the basic infrastructure. So it doesn’t just seem like things are broken and no one is fixing it, things actually are breaking down, and there’s not enough people with the know how to fix it.

Tumblr is like the house built on sinking sand at this point. It just so also happens to be built on top of a tire fire as well, and the “discovery” of a CP circuit was just the thing that made them go “oh shit oh god oh shit” when Apple finally got sick of their shit and pulled the app. (And Apple is notorious for not allowing apps “that contain user generated content that is frequently pornographic” or for trying to muscle them out of site out of mind (source)(source)(source) so to the people in the notes going “uuuh they allow snapchat???”, yeah, for now. It also likely has different age restrictions and details in their ToS compared to the android one, where the rules about apps are a lot more lax, something which Steve Jobs himself was snarky about (source).)

Jesus Christ I’m so mad at myself for not knowing about any of this until now

Don’t be! The facts are only just now starting to emerge as people are becoming willing to speak out and talk, but also, some of these things are well hidden!!

Big companies pay big money for you to never know these things about them, they scrub their google returns clean so that most of the time all you will ever find are positive results. Most people didn’t even know that Yahoo had been acquired by Verizon until recently. Some people still don’t.

Misinformation is how chaos thrives, and chaos can often be capitalized on provided it’s a carefully curated kind. All of this?—laughable as it is to say, was planned. Poorly planned, and even more poorly executed, but premeditated all the same. As is anything that is done by a corporate company.

This is why things like Net Neutrality did and do matter. This is why telecommunication companies developing a monopoly over the Internet was a bad idea. This is why so many of us have been freaking out while others call us tin foil hatters go “ugh come on guys, it’s not a big deal” because it does matter! The small things matter! Because the small things eventually make up the whole and sometimes the whole turns out to be a big steaming pile of mass censorship in favor of profit. And that’s a Problem.

So don’t be mad at yourself. Not when it’s time to get mad at them.

bitch-gl0:

I don’t NEED a relationship, I WANT one . Like I’m not looking for no one to complete me or make me whole or whatever . I just wanna fall deeply and unbelievably in love with someone . I want someone to never stop choosing me and actually try with me . I want affection and intimacy with someone I trust with my whole heart . I wanna experience something real for once .

awed-frog:

Today’s another day when way too many people are saying this stuff happens in high school because that’s just how men are like, and if you add alcohol to the equation, whatever, what else can you expect?, and I’m suddenly thinking about Hockey Boy (my next door neighbour growing up), and a party we found ourselves at when we were seventeen and summer was almost there, enticing and sweet like ripening strawberries. I considered it a wild thing at the time, but I now understand we were innocent nobodies in the middle of an isolated nowhere. Still, there was music and spin the bottle and some very hard liquor and I think two people disappeared in a room together and everyone laughed and cheered. And anyway, Hockey Boy drank too much of whatever that thing was (‘Oven cleaner’, the host described it) and finally passed out on the couch, his freckles standing out like scars in the fading candlelight. 

On the whole, a most interesting & satisfying night. 

Only the next day I was made aware of a prank they were playing on him, and here it’s where it gets complicated for half a second: Hockey Boy and I were very good friends, but I was best friends with his best friend, Silver Earring, another boy who lived in the neighbourhood, and we’d all grown up together and spent time together and were in a band and did all those things teenagers did before the internet. What I never realized at the time is that Silver Earring had a tentative crush on me and what I did realize of is that I had a tentative crush on Hockey Boy because he’d basically put on thirty pounds of muscle over the previous summer and there’s a moment you get around friends of the opposite sex, right (or friends of the same sex for whomever’s so inclined) – that Shit, okay tHEN flash of realization that your childhood playmates have actual physical bodies attached to them, that they’re not only jokes and weird habits and shared memories but real people with bits and bobs and lips you could potentially kiss and wouldn’t that be a good story for your future children? And anyway, Silver Earring was trying to find out how I felt about him, also he needed to get back at Hockey Boy for some situation involving a guitar I never knew the full truth of, so what he did is that he told Hockey Boy that he’d been Very Inappropriate with me the night before, Very Inappropriate Indeed, and when asked for details he smiled a wild fox smile and dropped concepts like ‘nudity’ and ‘didn’t know you had it in you’ and also ‘not sure she’s happy btw’ and we were seventeen and idiotic, and this was all a big joke to him, time of his life, really, and when he came to me and asked me to lie and help him out so he could turn this prank into something Epic, I honestly didn’t see anything wrong with it? 

(I now understand he was hoping I’d cry out, ‘Oh no, I couldn’t possibly pretend to have feelings for him’ and ‘I don’t want you, specifically, to think I’m interested in someone else’, but, well – miscommunication and missed chances and life taking us both in better and more suitable directions.)

No: we all knew one another really well and school was boring boring boring and people were always lying and going on adventures in my books, so this was exciting and new and something to write in my diary about. Yay. We both assumed Hockey Boy would be embarrassed, that he would blush that rare blush of his, and it was fun to have this stupid secret between us. 

(As I said: yay.)

But when I got back from school that very same day, Hockey Boy was waiting for me in my driveway, all miserable and washed-out in the hot afternoon sun, and suddenly the thing didn’t seem so fun anymore. As soon as he saw me, as soon as I got off my bike, he stood up – he tried to look at me, couldn’t – and staring at his feet, he delivered a stumbling, heartfelt, soul-shattering apology for something I knew perfectly well he hadn’t even done. He told me he didn’t remember anything about that night, that he regretted drinking because he never wanted to embarrass or hurt me in any way, that Silver Earring hadn’t told him the details of what had happened but it didn’t matter – it was bad, and it was his fault, and he hoped we could still be friends but he understood if I –

“You fell asleep,” I blurted out, and I don’t think I’d ever been more ashamed of myself in my entire life. He was pale and red-eyed and freaking undone. “You fell asleep and nothing happened.”

“But he said – wait – that bastard -”

It ended, luckily, in nothing at all. Silver Earring paid us both drinks the next Saturday night, apologized profusely for being an idiot, and there was some blushing and a couple of uncomfortable smiles, but that was it. And if I think of my (boy) friends, of the people (men) I grew up with, stuff like this is mostly what I remember. Boys being careful, boys being kind, boys asking if you’re sure, boys backing off, boys saying sorry and looking at their feet and knowing exactly where the line is. 

(Boys being normal, that is.

Boys being human beings and not freaks and not monsters.)

So, I don’t know – it physically hurts, it

physically

makes me sick to sit here and listen to grown-ass adults pretending boys and men are inherently violent, inherently brutal, inherently selfish and criminal and mean-spirited – and that we, as a society (as women) should simply let them be as violent and brutal and selfish and criminal and mean-spirited as they were born to be. 

Seriously, enough with this bullshit. 

Just – enough.

(And also: if men and boys are so utterly incapable of self-control, why do those same people insist of they should be in charge of virtually everything? You can’t both argue men are way more rational than hormone-driven, blood-dripping, borderline hysterical women and then explain away shitty and illegal behaviour as ‘just male nature’, surely? How does that work?)