Dear Tumblr staff,
I am having an actual problem with harrassment and stalking and your Abuse@Tumblr email is “teaching me how to block and ignore users” as if I’m five years old and don’t know how. I have a problem with another user, who I have told to stop contacting me, who I have blocked both their account and their Anon IP, and who I have already turned off my Anon feature to avoid, who has now made another account to circumvent my attempts in order to continue contacting me.
This is a blatant attempt at breaking your rules, and you’re telling me to “block her and ignore her because you left Anon on so it’s basically your fault.”
Yes, that’s why I turned Anon off when this problem occurred. I thought it was solved, but apparently not. I now have a second account to block and ignore twice, and I can forsee it happening again and again if something is not done.
I don’t know what I want you to do about this, but what I don’t want is for someone to act condescending in teaching me how to use your basic functions when someone is trying to guilt trip me into talking to them again by threatening suicide. I take suicide very seriously and I don’t appreciate that it’s being used as a guilt tactic to keep me around.
Boosting this. This bullshit HAS TO STOP, TUMBLR.
I HAVE SEARCHED ACROSS THE AGES FOR THIS GIFSET
OH GOD THIS IS SO GREAT
why is no one talking about this at all on tumblr…
so Jeremy Renner decided to post this photo of himself wearing a “blackwidow” mask.
I’d say he’d make a pretty fine Black Widow ヽ(゜∇゜ヽ)
Color-coding the desperation of Bucky Barnes
Embrace your differences and the qualities about you that you think are weird. Eventually, they’re going to be the only things separating you from everyone else.
Peggy’s back at work in like five days. When she comes home from her first day back, she tells Steve that they’d cocked it up so badly while she was gone that SHIELD is now a defunct organization and they’re going to have to start all over.
So while she’s working on that, he takes care of their new baby girl, Gloria. The first few days, he has a terrible time; he cries every time she cries, stands at her crib and watches her sleep for hours at a time, wrangles with his first diaper because he’s afraid if he pulls too hard he’ll hurt her.
She’s so tiny he can hold her in one hand. Most of her body fits on his palm, her head supported by his fingers. It’s kind of hilarious and really, really adorable, so he pulls out his cell phone and snaps several pictures. Reveling in technology, he sends it to everyone, except Peggy, because she’s busy and he can show her later.
After that it becomes a thing; nearly every hour he finds some new pose to send out, or accidentally snaps a shot of Gloria giving the camera the finger, or every time she opens her eyes and he gets to see that beautiful dark brown, just like her mother’s.
In a week, he’s sent almost four hundred pictures, and accrued several hundred more that he hasn’t sent out. JARVIS informs him that his phone won’t be able to store many more. And he realizes that his friends haven’t replied in a day or so.
He can’t bring himself to delete any of the pictures he’s taken, so he transfers them to his computer. He stops sending his friends everything, too.
Half an hour later his phone blings at him several times in a row.
Tony: whats sausage creature doing
Natasha: Everything okay? Haven’t gotten a picture in a bit.
Sam: dude what did you do, leave her on a park bench? pictures???
Clint: I need a new picture for my background
Bruce: HULK WANT PICTURES (Steve’s pretty sure Hulk didn’t send this, he hopes, Bruce has been getting better about joking really this is a joke right?)
Jane: Thor’s getting sad over here. Send help? Or pictures?
Tony: srsly sausage creature???/?? snapchat me smth is she napping is she pooping is she eating come on
He’s mid-reply when someone knocks on the apartment door. It’s Bucky, holding a really big knife, holy crap, and looking frantic. “What happened?” he asks, barging past Steve. “Where’s Gloria?”
"She’s fine," Steve says. "She’s napping. In her room. Which is a knife-free zone."
Bucky turns to him and glares, putting the knife—machete?—on the counter. “Where are my pictures?”
"Well—I stopped sending them. I thought you guys might be getting sick of them." He follows as Bucky turns and walks away, heading to the baby’s room. "I didn’t even think you knew how to look at messages." His phone is going off again.
Natasha: Steve? Starting to freak me out here?
He types out a quick reply and sends it, including one of his more recent pictures, to placate her, because if he doesn’t she might just rappel down into Gloria’s bedroom and he just doesn’t need that kind of paperwork.
Bucky is standing over Gloria’s crib, looking intently into it. Steve comes to stand next to him, and for a few seconds they both just look at the sleeping baby.
Finally, Bucky reaches down with his metal arm and traces one of her very blond eyebrows as softly as he can. “I can see them. I just haven’t figured out how to reply,” he mutters. “Don’t stop sending them. I like them.”
"Of course you do," Steve agrees. "You’re her godfather. It’s a requirement."
Most of my future children tag is cute brown children being fabulous and clearly belonging to me in spirit, but I’m making an exception for this tweet because if I don’t raise my kids to give that exact same response, then I have failed as a parent.
Who is this woman and can I send her a thank-you gift basket and a Black Parenting Award? This is why it is imperative that we teach our children real history outside of textbooks constructed by, written for, and approved by white men whose re-telling of history conveniently glosses over atrocities and minimizes suffering.
"bold new idea"
I want to go to that school and set fire to every history book in the building.
Calling the enslavement of millions of people a “bold new idea” is pretty immoral itself, if you ask me.
In case anyone needs more context for why these students in Colorado are fighting for their AP History courses…
This is happening all over the United States, and I hope people are paying attention. We are tired of seeing our histories erased.
Friendly reminder, everyone: Time is your friend.