Soon™
so i go to the staff blog and i’m like, “can we please fix the search function that’s been broken since this website existed?” and they go “no, we’re testing ‘new’ features from 10 years ago”
and i go “okay…” and i go to the bathroom and take a computer break. i come back and check my dashboard and tumblr staff says, “oh yeah we changed your entire dash layout and nothing makes sense and your content won’t get notes anymore. now go fill out this survey that we won’t read”
so i go and i fill out the survey and i ask them to improve the website and they go “no thanks!”. and i go “okay….” and they go “you’re an entitled little blog aren’t you” and i go “nooo…” and they go “SAY IT” and then my blog gets shadowbanned for nsfw i didn’t post
and then i go to the tumblr help section, which is an oxymoron, and i go “can we please at least get a decent loading feature and a way to see posts from old urls” and they go “NO! in fact, we’ve just made our fan site monetized and set it up so that innocent users can get thousands of lawsuits!”
and then my dash crashes and won’t reload and i go “WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME” and i pay $5 to see the message from staff behind a paywall and all they say is “because we’re a hellsite, and life is a fucking nightmare!”
love images like this
Bruce Wayne in the middle of a robbery/hijacking at a gala or something, completely done and just so tired mentally and physically and really not wanting to sneak out and get suited up as the bat: Hey can I like pay you to do this another day? Can…is that something I can do?
The villain of the day knowing damn well that Bruce is always a nice hostage, always willing to play along with their schemes and sometimes fun enough to try and stop them: you good bro?
Being a mom and an anarchist and trying to figure out the whole "parenting" song and dance from that perspective makes me think 8-year-olds have about got it figured out. I hate school. I hate tests. I hate bedtime.