Tumblr was deemed too full of inappropriate content to be allowed to be downloaded from the app store.
It has this “inappropriate” problem because of rampant porn ad bot accounts. The old solutions were bots to detect image sets with nsfw content, the automatically enabled safe mode, tag filtering for mobile, and wide takedowns of nsfw bots based on words used (that’s why their messages are full of numbers and symbols, to evade this)
Tumblr released their own bot supposedly capable of wiping the ad bots, but it’s taking down many popular blogs, possibly due to sheer amounts of posting or sheer amounts of ad bots in their notes. This bot was likely rushed to be put out.
You are more likely to be accidentally flagged if you post external links, as well. If your acct is taken down you CAN get it back, but it’s a pain. E-mail tumblr support for help with this. It takes down side blogs with the main ones.
I’ll be halting posts for about a week or until this problem is fixed.
Julius Caesar was stabbed by the Roman Senators, not hugged. Yet, if the ancient senators were actually Bewears, hugging Caesar would have been equally effective as a method of assassination. According to the Pokédex, Bewear has a habit of hugging its trainers…to death. So today, let’s figure out how this might happen.
The human spine, also known as the vertebral column, is a vital part of our skeleton and nervous system. It is made up of 33 different bones called vertebrae, separated from each other with intervertebral discs. The first seven (colored in red) are called cervical vertebrae and are located in your neck. The middle twelve bones in your back (in blue) are called the thoracic vertebrae. The lower back (in yellow) consists of the lumbar vertebrae. The last 9 vertebrae (5 in green / 4 in pink) are fused together and form the sacrum and the coccyx, or your tailbone.
It’s not easy to break a spine; the discs between each vertebrae are made of squishy cartilage that is specifically designed to absorb shock and prevent your back from breaking. The segmented nature of the vertebrae allows the back to bend in several directions, also to avoid breaking by being flexible. Not to mention the walls of muscle that surround it.
For death to occur, the individual vertebrae need to shift dramatically so they damage the nerve that runs through the middle of them. Typically, spinal-injury deaths are related to the phrenic nerve, which connects your brain to your lungs and allows breathing to happen. Several arteries also run through the vertebral column, and if they are pinched or crushed it can result in a stroke.
Of course, how much force needed to break a spine depends on whose spine you are crushing: children have more delicate spines than adults, and so on. However, it also depends on where on the spine you are crushing. The neck (cervical spine), for example, requires a force of 3,000 Newtons (roughly 700 pounds) to fracture. But Bewear doesn’t strangle its victims, it hugs them – so Bewear is attacking the thoracic and lumbar vertebrae. Various studies find the absolute limit for lumbar vertebrae to be about 1600 Newtons (360 pounds) of force.
This is surprisingly reasonable. Boxers and professional martial artists’ punches have been documented over 4,000 Newtons (900 pounds), and kicks can exceed 9,000 Newtons (2,000 pounds). Squeezing is a little different, since it is pure muscle work instead of a forward thrust, and human grip strength at its strongest is about 150 pounds. So you might not be able to crush a spine with your bare hands, but can Bewear crush a spine with its bear hands?
Probably. This shouldn’t come as a surprise, but most animals are stronger than humans in terms of muscle exertion. Some chimpanzees have been shown to be eight times stronger than humans. This is mostly because of the way we use our muscles: humans have developed a lot of control. We can finely tune our muscles, precisely control our finger movements, only using certain muscle fibers at one time. This saves us energy in many ways: you don’t have to use your entire bicep to lift up a pencil, like you might when you’re lifting weights. Other animals don’t have this control: It’s all or nothing for them. Physically, the way their muscles activate prevents them from having the fine control that we have. In other words, Bewear is incapable of giving a small hug. It can only give big, spine crushing squeezes.
Bewear’s hugs must deliver a force of 1600 Newtons (360 pounds) in order to break a trainer’s vertebral column.
Been working on this for a few days now and I just finished. I’d meant to do something last year for the 20th Anniversary but I just never got around to it. Growing up I really loved Team Rocket, they were the best part of the anime. I haven’t kept up with the show since – I think I stopped watching during the Johto series, so series 2 or 3? – but doing some research the Trio have managed to capture some interesting Pokémon over the 20 year run of the show – or at least befriend some. I hope I didn’t miss any. I know James bought a Magikarp and Jessie caught a Shelder but I wanted to focus on the ones that hung around.
When you ask Aymeric, he smiles. It’s difficult to explain what you mean to him in words, but he does what he can anyway. His heart. Politics has no place for such a thing. You remind him that he could be soft. That sometimes following your heart is enough. He cups your face in his hands and tells you that you’re everything he could have asked for and more. He pulls you into a sweet kiss. Aymeric believes that he doesn’t deserve you, but you’ll change his mind eventually.
He won’t touch you unless you give him permission to. He is a political man after all, and courting is very much engrained in him. Aymeric loves having you close to him, reassuring even, and he wants you to feel the same way. Once you’re okay with it, he wants to a full body cuddle, your legs intertwined, fingers laced together, your head tucked under his chin for him to kiss the crown of your head.
He had fallen asleep in his office, again. Lucia sent you a letter, requesting your help with trying to convince him to get proper rest at his estate instead of simply falling asleep at his table.You push aside the ink well and some of the papers to make it easier to reach him. Gently shaking him away, his eyes flutter open allowing you to see his bright blue eyes staring back at you. He lets out a chuckle before asking you if this was a dream.
“Have you finally come back to me?”
Even in his dazed state, he pulls you onto his lap, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and he rest his head on the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent and causing goosebumps as he lets out a sigh of relief. The weight on his shoulders seemed to have fallen off completely, you could feel his smile as he presses a kiss on your neck. You didn’t say a word, only reaching up to run your hand through his hair. As silence fell between you two, you enjoy the comfort of each other’s presence.
Estinien
Holy shit this one is warm, how are you so warm?? The heat would almost be radiating from his armor it seems like a completely other form of magic entirely. He always cuddles you from the back, nuzzling your neck and blowing air in your ear. He finds it fun to make your squirm. He doesn’t care when is a good time to hug and cuddle you, if he wants to he will. Sometimes it’s right after a battle, sometimes it’s when you are simply talking to each other.
As your party arrive at Falcon’s Nest, you could feel the snow and wind start to get to you, the cold on your exposed skin and occasionally through the thick amount of clothes anyway. The cold starts to burrow its way into your core, allowing you to feel it in your bones. As Alphinaud wanders a bit ahead trying to hurry out, Estinien walks closely beside you, just enough to you to feel the heat he radiates but not enough for it to help you. Your teeth were chattering with each other at this point, more than ready to take a cat nap. Only for you feel yourself suddenly become engulfed in a warm feeling, you quickly stop dead on your tracks. The ice in your bones seem to melt away immediately, the soft warmth makes you weak in the knees. Feeling the hands run up and down your arm and sides cause you lean back into the person’s chest. The sudden weight on your shoulder allow you to peek at him, he was rest the mask of his helmet on you while letting out deep breath. Before you could say anything, he disappears. The warmth he gave lingers before the wind brush right through you.
Thancred
He’s a touchy one, it comes natural for him. So much, so sometimes that you think that he was touch starved, but people often say it’s his flirty ways simply leaking through. But he surprisingly seemed sensitive to people’s boundaries, he knows when to reach out and offer his shoulder to cry on or to leave you alone.
Thancred tries to make it seem as casual as possible, brushing fingers when he hands you things, pulling you into a hug as he jokes that it’s been too long since he has seen you, a pat on the shoulder as Minfilia send you off on your next mission. It wasn’t until you encountered him drunk when you figured it was something was up. You were resting in your room after helping out the Amalj’aa, the miqo’te nearly skewered you with her arrows. Thancred stumbles in, he could barely keep himself on his feet. He staggers over to you, and plops himself down on your bed. He rest his head your lap, most of his words slurred and coming out in grumbles. You could piece together your name and a few other words. Nuzzling your stomach, he lets out a pleased sigh. To make things even stranger, he grabs ahold of your raised hand and encourages you to run it through his hair. Before long he was deep asleep, whispering your name under his breath.
Hien
If you stared at that chest long enough, you can be better sure that chest makes the perfect pillow for you to rest your head on as you sleep. Try not to stare too long during a meeting, you might miss his question. The kind that would fall asleep as soon as you start cuddling, the feeling of you in his arms puts him at eased.
He has welcomed you back to Kugane for the Spring Festival, hoping to spend some time together before you get whisked away again. Both dressed in your own yukata, he can’t take his eyes off you as you animatedly explain to him how you and a group of blessed warriors had taken down the creations of Sigmascape. The both of you were stopped in front of the Kugane, jokingly you declared that you want to make it to the top of the tower with him. Hien stares at you with a smile, gently grasping your hand he leads you over to the first peg. The area has a small group of young people all attempting to make it to the top. He picks you up into his arms before hoping onto the first peg, then the second, and another. Before long you had arrived at the very top. With no one else around, he sets you beside him. The both of you look out at the sight before you, hearing the muffled chatter of people far down before you. Leaning into him, you rest your head onto his chest as he wraps his arm around your shoulder bringing you even closer to him. Over the sound of wind blowing, you could hear the steady beating of his heart.
Alphinaud
He’s so cold, it was obvious at Camp Dragonhead and it’s obvious now. He’s cold even when it’s impossible to be cold. Like a walking icicle that can talk politics and an amazing artist. He’s usually the little spoon turned towards you, but he tries to be a big one! No matter the position, he’s a little spoon clinging to your chest the next morning.
Alphinaud is shy at first, no he playing with his fingers, shifting back and forth on his heels as he tries to figure out the most mature way to ask for a cuddle. It’s cold as Shiva’s ice outside and right now you don’t have to time to wait for him to get political about how cuddling would be beneficial, so you simply pull him into your bedroll and blow out the light. He’s stiff as a board, not knowing what to do. But once sleep starts to take him, he wraps himself around you as best he could, absorbing your warmth.
Haurchefant
He is a warm as his heart! He’s perfect to cuddle! He’ll take any position, just being in your arms is amazing enough. He’ll leave kisses where he is facing, big spoon? kiss on your shoulders! little spoon? hand and finger kisses. He’s about to quickly turn it into a kissing session.
All those times Haurchefant has invited you into his personal chambers for other than mature reasons is to cuddle! He knows for sure that most travelers aren’t used to how cold it is in Coerthas and the best way to warm up it cuddling. As you shuffle in, he’ll urge you over to the couch by the fire, allowing yourself to bask in its warmth before he starts to help you out of your armor. He eases you out of your gloves, cupping your bare hands to blow hot air into it. Haurchefant looks up and flash a bright smile at you once he catches your eye, before he starts to massage your hand. He urges you to kick off your shoes and crawl into the bed to get rid of the last of the cold. He allows you some space away from him once he tucks you in, but he will welcome you into his arms at moment of the night once it gets too cold again.
G’raha Tia
He’s a little cold, not too much at his center only his hands are cold. You can’t tell why. He leans more into you than cuddling, mainly because he’s a bit too busy wandering around the tower to rest properly. He love affection, but only from a select few. He likes to settle on top of you, describing it as ‘laying on top of a warm pillow’.
Before heading into the World of Darkness, you both take a seat on the edge of the tower, staring into the sea as the sun starts to set. His tail wave back and forth lazily, occasionally brushing against you as he buries himself in his thoughts. It’s not the first time that he had done this, inviting you to come sit with him only for him to become lost in his head. It allowed you to watch his ears and tail twitch back and forth, reading the spectrum of emotions that isn’t showing on his face. You reach out, cupping his cheek, running a thumb along across it. He smiles at you, pressing against your hand and start to nuzzle it, ears perk up at your touch. He keeps leaning and pushing into you until you were flat on your back with him rubbing his face against yours. Giggles erupted from the both of you, as you wrap your arms around each other. Nuzzling your neck this time, he place small kisses there, letting out a deep purr of bliss.
I know folks are Stonking Mad about the new data centre and the shuffling of servers. It is not ideal.
Square Enix told us that they understand it’s not ideal.
I’m not here to tell folks they shouldn’t be upset about the choices they have to make. I feel for you and it sucks. I hope y’all can decide with your friends/statics/groups to take advantage of the free transfers and extremely generous compensation and you can work to come up with a solution.
Based on what was said at the PLL, this was not a decision made lightly.
However, what we are seeing here is a development team seeing and acknowledging a problem and coming up with a solution that, while not ideal for one hundred percent of players (and, again, they have acknowledged this!!), should prove to be easy to implement and easier to manage on the back-end.
With the three data centres now somewhat evenly distributed by gross population, and world visits allowing people to port within that data centre to do their questing, it’s entirely probable that when Shadowbringers comes, we won’t have THIS happening on day one:
Do y’all remember this? Do y’all remember how stonking mad you were about it? My FC practically split in two over this. We spent the entirety of Stormblood rebuilding. We’re alright now, albeit small, and it’s all good, but hot damn that was a very awful first couple of weeks.
Or even better, how about this? I remember shout chat rage about not being able to progress. Do you?
These are things that the data centre shuffle are aiming to prevent or mitigate. And the development team is doing everything feasible that they can in order to prevent these things.
(Could they just go in and fix the background code to make it all better? Certainly they could, but it’s not just a matter of money!
It’s time. And that time needed would mean a content lull, and even with the present patch cycle there are a not insignificant number of people who crow about a lack of new content. If SE took, say, six months off to fix the netcode, people would leave in droves and render the time and money spent a complete loss. It’s a catch-22 situation.)
My heart goes out to people who need to make difficult decisions in the coming months. But please remember that this was not a fuck-you to you personally. This was not done specifically to break up your static/crossworld friends groups, and it is being done with the intent to have a more stable launch for Shadowbringers so that instead of complaining about queues or instance bottlenecks, we can play the story.
I hope that everyone affected can come to a workable solution, and I look forward to World Visiting many of you once the shuffle is complete.
HEY REMEMBER I HAVE A PATREON? ITS STILL A THING AND THERES EXCLUSIVE STUFF THERE FOR ONLY A DOLLAR!
Grab yourself a hot seat to my Patreon Only WIPS and sketches that I don’t put up anywhere else! Five dollars and higher and you’ll get to influence what I make!
As of today, November 17, 2018, any post with links, any links, even to other tumblr posts, just don’t show up anymore in tumblr’s search engine.
I just found out about it, after I posted a fic with a link to my masterlist and it got little to no notes (it shuldn’t). I was right – the moment I deleted the links, my post magically appeared in the search again. Wow.
Please spread the word to warn the others.
This affects artists who want to cross promote their work, writers who want to link to previous chapters or to a masterlist, and editors who want to link to their YouTube channels, among just a few. This new policy will kill content creators’ ability to spread their work, and for what? A poor attempt to use the algorithm to crack down on porn bots and scammers? Sad.
In the meantime, here’s what I suggest: post your work with no added links, and tell people to check the notes for your masterlist, story navigation, links to ko-fi, patreon, and other social media sites. Make sure you have all those things ready, then paste it into a reblog and have people access them that way. It’s stupid, but it’s a work around we’ll have to use until tumblr gets their act together.
Reblogging again because I need advice on creating masterpost links.
Oh, lovely. I put inks in my posts all the time, to link back to my sources and references.
Wonderful.
With tumblr making it harder for people selling their goods (art, pins, merch, whatever) it’s SO IMPORTANT now that if you see someone on your dash that you want to help, or that needs help, that you now reblog the post while it’s on your dash. With that artist no longer visible in tags they have to rely purely on the people who follow them to spread the word. It’s more important than ever to reblog an artist’s work.
treating myself with my Mauh, this is the set of outfit I finish off ARR HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA
this is using my clip paint marker brush coloring way??, i cant tell which way im using is faster or better, they all just happen to be use in a mood uwu
and I finally have a little thing to do a GIF of my art process ;3
Abe Lincoln issued the ‘Thanksgiving Proclamation’ during the Civil War to BOOST MORALE and encourage everyone in the Union to reflect on the good in the world. And he did it because AN OLD LADY SENT HIM A LETTER. According to abrahamlincolnonline.org 74-year-old magazine editor Sarah Josepha Hale (which, how badass do you have to be to be a magazine writer and a WOMAN in the 1800s???) wrote a letter to Lincoln petitioning him to make Thanksgiving a national holiday in response to the harvest festival’s increasing popularity in the Northeast. She’d been writing letters to presidents for years and been ignored every time. Old Abe, though, was like ‘OMG, SURE’ and almost immediately issued the Thanksgiving Proclamation, basically telling America that while things looked grim, there was still good in the world. According to USA Today, FDR is the president who made Thanksgiving Day the third day of November in the USA (in an attempt to lengthen the Christmas shopping season and boost the economy because, oh, right, THE GREAT DEPRESSION WAS A THING).
So essentially THANKSGIVING WAS NEVER ABOUT THE PILGRIMS. It was about making the best of things in hard times, and overcoming national crisis. It was a holiday meant for everyone, to give everyone a feeling of stability and security, and to send a positive message about better times being ahead.
Tldr; stop saying Thanksgiving is bad because the pilgrims were bad. Yeah, the Puritans/Pilgrims sucked in a lot of ways, but Thanksgiving was invented by two presidents and a grandma in the midst of national crises as a beacon of hope for the struggling HUNDREDS OF YEARS AFTER THE PILGRIMS.
So enjoy your turkey and remember good times are ahead, Abe Lincoln said so.
The holiday season is coming up and if you’re being rude to a retail worker while they’re pulling off a 12+ hour shift cause it’s a holiday, you’re going directly to hell and i’m sending you there myself.
People know that Tabata was limited under CEOs thumbs right? The people who only know money, and how to keep more of it for themselves? Not the actual creators or the creatives? He had to work with absurd limitations and he pulled off a goddamn miracle.
They’ve outright said FFXV saved Final Fantasy. The franchise. The whole goddamn thing.
They get to do more with World of Final Fantasy because Tabata saved the franchise.
They get to keep moving forward with the FF7 Remake (which our boy disappointment himself Nomura the Flake said just recently was announced way too early, in a nervous way) because TABATA saved Final Fantasy.
They get to crossover with tons of other IPs from other studios, making money off of Noctis, because of Tabata.
And what of Tabata, as a person, and his visions for the game?
He always asked fans questions. He wanted to hear them directly, to understand, so he could improve.
He always said he wished they didn’t have to cut so much, but he was forced to release on a schedule. And that was because of The Flake’s flakery.
He also always said HE wanted to write more with Luna. He wanted to give her more content.
The fact that he has left Square and Luminous entirely is suspect as fuck. And I don’t trust the CEOs. They’ve been fucking over this show since letting Nomura announce it as Versus 13.
Tabata is a fucking hero who deserves better.
Yeah…also, culturally speaking, Japanese businessmen don’t just up and resign. Think of this as the same thing as when Kojima left Konami. Because it is the same thing.
late night tumblr is just you and a handful of mutuals sitting around a campfire, and one of you finds something and you all take turns presenting it to each other
Sometimes a small bit of comfort that you can take with you, and keep in your pocket for later when you need it is enough to get you through the day.
Something simple like a note, that you can read again and again to remind yourself that someone does care.
Even if that someone is fictional.
Allow us to provide you with that moment of comfort to get you through the day.
Just read over the Rules and FAQ. Drop us a note, and we’ll do our best to have your Bias/your F/O/your favorite character, provide you with that bit of comfort.
A/N: *checks the time* Am I late? AH! I’m not! *wiggles* So! Happy Birthday @thetrueenemyofhumanity ♥ I’m thinking you kinda knew that I had this planned for you when I asked specifically when your birthday was. And it’s not midnight were you are yet, so…I’m on time! X3
I hope you like it!
Characters: Jack Morrison/Soldier 76 x Reader Warnings: Cursing otherwise it’s all fluff. Wordcount: 882
Wrapping a blanket about your shoulders you made your way up to your favorite quiet spot on the roof. It was almost sunset, and you figured since no one was around, you could go up there and relax without worry about anyone finding you in a somewhat sour mood. Settling into where you could press your back against the small edge along the wall to watch, you sighed for what you swore had to have been at least the twentieth time.
Pulling your blanket a bit more tightly around yourself, you gently hugged your knees to your chest. Things like this seemed to always happen this way, and you wondered idly in the back of your mind, just what you had done recently that might have pissed karma off, on today of all days.
Today was your birthday, and somehow because of happenstance or whatever, it felt like karma had thrown you under the bus and you ended up alone. Family was off taking care of other family. Friends were busy with other things. And just…nothing seemed to work out in your favor.
It wasn’t the first time. It surely wouldn’t be the last. And you sighed again.
Do you ever read someone’s fanfic and realized it was so good that you went to look for the rest of their stuff and you read all of them too, and now you just wait for them to write something new? Like you don’t even care what they write because everything will be gold. Just give me the soulmate starbucks hooker AU or anything else you write, I’m desperate here.
Some word vomit for the beautiful @mandakatt that is absolute shit and I truly apologise but I hope you feel better soon honey bee!
Your long groan was followed by a soft click as you shut the
door behind you. You leant your weight against it and took a moment to try and
collect yourself by taking some steady breaths. With a huff you eventually
pushed yourself away from the door only to fling yourself down on your bed.
“Just… Just need a few minutes,” you told yourself, running
a hand through your hair. “Get your shit together, you can do this. You’ve done
it a million times before, I mean today is no-”
Your little pep talk was interrupted by a sharp knock at the
door. For a moment you believed that you imagined it, but when it came again your
head shot up. Confusion painted your features for a brief second before being
replaced by one of annoyance. You weren’t even entitled to one moment of respite?
Perhaps if you ignored it they may go away. But then there came another knock
followed by that unmistakable gruff voice.
“You alright in there agent?”
“Oh sh-“ you hissed as you fumbled to get up, almost
tripping over a fallen blanket on your way to fling open the door. “76! What’s
wrong? Has there been another attack?”
“Relax, soldier, everything is fine.” Jack assured you. “Well almost everything
at least. To be totally honest I’m here because I’m worried about you. You seem
a little…off?” He rested a strong hand on your shoulder, his
thumb rubbing small circles as it sat there.
“Oh! Um…Thanks, but I’m fine, don’t you worry about me!” you
lied and even managing to muster up a fake smile. But at his age and after all
he’s seen, nothing got past the old soldier.
“Sweetheart cut the crap. Something isn’t right, I know that
much. I just don’t know what. You can tell me, you know that right? You don’t
have to put on a brave face and hide your shit. Not with me.”
You huffed and squeezed your eyes shut. An anxious pause
passed before you turned away and beckoned for him to follow you into your
room. You perched on the end of the bed, resting your elbows on your knees.
Jack’s heavy footsteps followed you and you felt the bed dip as he sat beside
you but your gaze was fixed firmly on the wall. You worried your lower lip until
the silence between you finally caused you to crack.
“I just want to tell you from the start that I’ll be fine,
always am. Life with a chronic illness is… Sometimes some days are just harder
than others. It won’t effect my work. I won’t let it. I’m just gonna take five-“
“Don’t,” he interjected. You fired him a quizzical look
having expected a tad more compassion from him. He bent over and picked up the
fallen blanket before continuing. “Don’t worry about missions or reports or
anything. You care too much in a place where people couldn’t give half the fucks
you do. That’s that big heart of yours caring too much. Well, care about
everything but yourself. So I think you deserve a day. I’d suggest a week but I
know trying to stop you is like lighting a cigarette in a hurricane.”
Jack enveloped you in the blanket, securing it by draping
his arm around your shoulders and holding you against him. Your head fell
against him with a small huff. His free hand reached up to move a stray strand
of hair from your face, fingers ghosting across your cheek as he did.
“You’re too good sweetheart. Far far too good. Just… Don’t burn
yourself up to keep others warm,” he told you, “That’s an order.”
A small laugh escaped your lips. The light sound made his
heart catch a little, though that’s something he’d never admit.
“Yessir!” you teased, giving a half-assed salute.
He playfully nudged you in return. He savoured the feeling
of you against him- the warmth you filled him with- and decided that he could
afford himself a short break too.
*tumblr notification* Oh! She tagged me… Well…
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REZ ME PLZ!
*pops back up!* Gah! Ok.. HOLD IT! WOMAN! How .. HOW on this earth can you tell me with a straight damned face that you suck at writing when you give me that?! WHEN YOU MAKE ME FLING STUFF OFF MY WORK DESK EVEN! [Co-worker was wondering if I was ok and I laughed so hard cause I hadn’t realized I’d done it.]
Kay, so now that you have given me the warm fuzzies™ I’m gonna finish my work day, slink home, and grin like a fucking idiot.
It’s trashy
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