I joined cohost after Tumblr banned my first account for sharing info on how to block Tumblr Live. (At least, I assume that's why they banned me. They never specified. I didn't even get to download my information...although I do still have a massive TumblThree archive of everything I ever reblogged). At the time, I was only using Tumblr for pornography (...I guess I'm still kinda doing that), and made a cohost after giving up on getting any kind of response about an appeal, partial restoration of sideblogs, etc.

I admit I never posted much. My blog has little activity, I didn't even really use it for porn or obscure fandoms, because the exact tag search made discoverability difficult. I was primarily active on @kimberlyeab's discord. Then one day I came up with a silly little theory about Splatoon, and for some reason, decided that it should be Cohost that should receive it. So I came back to Cohost for basically the first time in months...and saw that a post was tagged "#Goodbye Cohost." That's odd, thought I, surely Cohost wouldn't be doing anything that would make people resign like Tumblr did! So I posted my little theory, and then I started reading my feed...and saw the news.

In these, the final days of chosting, I've been on here more than ever, I guess just because it's the last time. I haven't forged any especially deep new connections. I still think tag search could be improved, although tag synonyms were definitely a step in the right direction. I still wish we could easily see reblogs, not just for easier discoverability, but for curation and responsibility. I've seen the complaints, the issues with moderation, cohostsowhite—I know this place wasn't anywhere near perfect.

And somehow, I can't seem to stop crying.

I cry at the thought of losing track of those few who ever interacted with me without links to other websites, even if I never bothered to get to know them before. the opportunity for this site to grow stronger. I cry for the comfy community that never had to fear random bans from capricious algorithms or transphobic CEOs. I cry because this just felt like one of those websites that would be around forever. I cry because we never got a chance to see if it could have gotten better. But most of all, I cry because it's just...an ending. Nobody to be mad at, except the payment processors for nixing EggBux. So many people who clearly loved the website, who can't do anything to save it. A team who tried their best. No gradual decline, just a clearly demarcated end-of-life and three whole months for archival—the best ending a website like this can get—but still an end that we can't stop or mitigate or delay. An end one of the coziest and nicest communities

Goodnight, sweet chost, and may flocks of eggbugs fly you to your rest.

And someday, someone, the original ASSC team or not, with or without the cohost source code, will make a worthy successor. And when it's live, our tech-company masters will see their ruin, on the day that Eggbug is complete once more!

Tricycle Cat. You get him by getting thirty Daily Login stamps when you first start playing The Battle Cats.

The thing is, I only started playing Battle Cats this month. So I haven't yet unlocked Tricycle Cat. And now, every time I get a login stamp, it reminds me, "X more days until you unlock Tricycle Cat!"

You don't understand. Just, this absurd little gacha game where almost every unit has this exact stupid face, has a daily login bonus campaign that is going to last longer than we can post on cohost. I just. I can't.