often it’s hard to speak up about abuse you have faced or even recognize that someone is an abuser, because of the way that abusers hide their tracks and exert control over other people. this means that if you’re a person who is currently safe from abuse and you want to help…
treating a woman with respect and regarding her as a human being doesn’t automatically mean ur cock deserves to get stroked sorry to break it to u
and then another 20 or so within MKE
I am bragging, and I had a ridiculous amount of fun.
my strongest memes would kill you. you can’t handle my strongest memes
meme seller, i am telling you that i intend to comment on reddit. i can have nothing less than your strongest memes
my strongest memes would kill a mod, let alone a follower. you’d better find a blogger who posts weaker memes
I think this is the most romantic thing to ever happen to me
after the human race is extinguished, automated processes will to a large degree continue. on tumblr, as the last human posters log off for the final time, pornbots will continue in their thankless work - signing up for new accounts, creating posts with derivative content, following each other automatically in response to one another’s posts with flagged tags.
simple algorithmic processes lead the pornbots to maximize their follower counts by weighting towards the sorts of posts that result in followers. slowly but surely, a feedback loop drives entropy in language and images. text posts, more richly searchable, become more and more common - and what start off as incomprehensible markov chains resembling speech degenerate into strings of pornbot-friendly words. here and there, at random, reblogs from vanished human posters are made, always adding the six most popular nsfw tags in random order and a string of power words as a comment.
no algorithms are sophisticated enough to edit images, so trends there are never fully consummated. but over time the reblogs stop looking all that much like porn - just skin, just flesh. fresh meat. rawhide leather. the occasional sunset, where the clouds take on the right color to appeal to pornbots’ crude sense of the preferences of long-dead humans. a sentimental person might conclude this was evidence of the pornbots’ latent artistic or emotional potential - but there are no sentimental people left. there are no people left.
one by one the power substations wink out. for a while the network sustains itself, but this cannot endure.
on the last day, like every day since the lights began to go dark, the last tumblr user, fuck-yeah-sexo-sexo, sends 250 nearly identical emails, containing over a megabyte apiece of repetitions of the words “sexe”, “nsfw”, “boob”, fuck”, and “gay”, to an address in what was houston from its dusty shelf in what was geneva. at first, after it lost touch with tumblr, there were mailer daemon responses; over time, their origin grows closer and closer. as the net fails.in the end not even the local internet server responds. the emails, composed, never leave the bot’s home server.
all of the nodes on the network ahead of it, and behind, are gone. in time a brownout from the overloaded nuclear power plant will destroy it utterly - its code will be scrambled irreparably; it will be as though the algorithm that produced the last tumblr never existed. in time, fuck-yeah-sexo-sexo is to join the other pornbots, the last of the tumblr users, in the sleep of death.
but in that sleep, what memes may come?
marathoning masculinization hypnosis fetish videos and feminization hypnosis fetish videos back 2 back without pause in order to oscillate rapidly between these genders
Happy Mother’s Day.
he’s startin a fashion revolution
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