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The thing is. Pillowfort is not a 1:1 Tumblr replacement. It is, in a way, a mix of early-days Tumblr and LiveJournal, or Dreamwidth if you will. Which is why I like it! I came here from LJ/DW and spent the first several years missing their privacy features until I just kinda gave up.

Unlike LJ and DW, Pillowfort has reblogs! It has likes! But it does not have the ability to add your own two cents to a reblog. You can only comment. PF comments are properly nested so you can always tell who’s replying to whom, unlike the clusterfuck that is Tumblr replies.

They consciously decided against including reblog-with-addition functionality and the PF userbase regularly has discussions on the pros and cons and why most of us ultimately think the feature is too toxic to be worth it. 💁🏻‍♂ If you can’t live without your beloved reblog chains, the site isn’t for you.

But if you simply want a place to share your art (including NSFW!), to share your thoughts, to have good-faith discussions with other people and to see original posts, then it is very much worth checking out.

Since it’s run by a small team of people and entirely user-funded, development is slow. There are missing features and parts of the site look clunky. But it’s been stable for many years and updates are generally met with whoops of joy rather than rage because they actually improve the site.

Here’s an invite link. It’s completely free to use and ad-free, with optional premium features that exist mostly to help fund the site.

I’m going to b late and we’re not even that close to school yet Goodbye

gnosia time soon maybe

t*cc tiktok is so SCARY im so scared what if someone just dms me to kill myslef😭😭😭😭

i think zodyl’s mind palace is extremely similar to the rest of watchman series users we just don’t really see his inner monologue. i think he’s exactly the same his thoughts spiral constantly in weird ways he’s just o_o about it

this is how you wind yarn at home without making a huge tangle, by the way. just spin the chair a couple times a minute and you shouldn’t have any problems 🧶

so that’s obviously what’s left of luna, right… ?

catching up on vnc and i will say i have never seen such an obvious sedoretu since bbc merlin…. the ‹ 🌙 domi vanitas ☀️ noe jeanne › jumps out of the page and slaps you

Outside buffing ur friend.

im finally in the art mode again and i have to go to bed and then attend classes and do my stupid job im not being paid for. UNFAIR !!!!!!!!

gimp centistoat ………………. 🧐

everyone fucks with me because i reblog fetish content when it’s noon for 80% of the users

people who play audio on their phones without headphones in public feel like a different species. Literally you never progressed past age 4 to think about how your actions impact the people around you

Sunday, 11:45 PM, Fontaine. : open starter.

BANG!

he lowered the gun as he watched the fontainian man before him fall to his knees for a moment, then hit the ground with a thump.

he didn’t care much when the gentleman started to rasp and wheeze, grasping at his chest and the brick path—probably trying to claw towards him when he walked past the soon-to-be corpse.

“fifteen girls, all somewhere around the ageee of.. what,” the blonde-streaked assassin started as he stood in front of the struggling gentleman, his back facing the other man as if he wasn’t worth the rest of his time. “sixteen? seventeen? all of them having been found strangled underwater?”

he laughs. “so uncouth! and you’re only a few years older, aren’t you? whaaat, twenty? twenty-one, i’ll bet.”

brandon spins on his heel, turning to look at the dark-haired gentleman who laid on the floor, clearly losing blood if it weren’t obvious by the crimson stains being left on the otherwise pristine white brick pathing. his smirk is nothing if not amused. “such a shame we had to meet like this, you know? if you didn’t kill all those girls, i feel like we would’ve gotten along.”

“..aaah, but who am i kidding?” he sighs, crouching down onto one knee, lifting up the dying man’s head by the chin with the muzzle of his freezing catalyst. “murderers like us would always get along.”

“only key difference is that i do it for a reason—money.” the muzzle of his gun drifted to the spot between the gentleman’s eyes. “you did all that because they refused to let you walk them home, huh? or was it because they rejected your advances a few years back?”

he stared for a moment at the man. listened to his whimpers and pleads to be left with a dignified death.

then he laughed—short, crisp, hearty.

“naaah.” he breathed out, grinning as he loaded another bullet into the chamber, the mouth of the gun starting to drop to arctic levels of cold again. “you’ve gotta die. brandon’s gotta let the girls have fun with you anyways.”

BANG.

brandon stepped away from the corpse that now laid out flat on the road of fontaine’s gleaming citadel, wiping away the splash of blood that landed on his cheek.

messy, full of indignity, and breaking his victim’s spirit just a liiittle bit before they ultimately die. just how he liked to kill folks like the man strewn out on the street.

“..after this, i’ll have to report back to the client, and then i’ll have to check on mother and father,” he muttered to himself with a more exasperated sigh, scratching the side of his head with the muzzle as if it hadn’t killed somebody only a second ago. “uuugh, maybe i should’ve gone with the fatui n’ not this. espionage sounds easier than making sure the body isn’t found…”

I eat because I’m hungry, I puke because I ate, then I’m hungry because I puked .. fml bruh this is all I do;(

I’ve liked 4209 posts, what could that mean?

I’m the saddest I’ve ever been, imagine all the weight I’ve gained from one singular meal, purging doesn’t even fix anything for me I just do it because it makes me feel better about myself:(