#< weird how i can type a hashtag in a tag. anyway

[dilsdoes]

making major changes to my university plans.

[headdaze]

for your lil ask post: (if that doesn’t work just imagine me flopping around like a fish outta water all sad and emo like bc i hate mobile)

I’M NOT INTO ANY SO JUST ANSWER WITH ONE OF YOUR FAVS (if you wanna <3)

FISH ILYSM YES IT DID WORK LOLLL yeah mobile is a pain (mostly bc I hate texting RIP) so I feel u, like I have to add tags onto posts so they don't get buried but it's so annoying to type out all of them and then add the little hashtag to actually make it a tag so these days I literally just do "reblog now" and then later on desktop i'll add tags 😂

ANYWAYS

now those of you who have been stalking my recent reblogs will probably expect me to yap abt svt and believe me I could & I would but im gonna take this chance to yap about my current fav gg my beloved 💖 KISS OF LIFE 💖 for the ask game - for those of yall who don't know they're under S2 entertainment (not one of the "famous" companies to my knowledge), have four members, and debuted pretty recently in 2023!!

✦ my first bias: belle her vocals literally make me feel like i could die happy. also she's so competent (i love competency) & just so unintentionally funny sometimes and always slays so yes i love her so much

✦ my current bias(es): ot4 😭 i feel like sayinh anything else is a CRIME, imo they're the best when they're together and vibing bc the way they all just hang out and have fun together reminds me a lot of my own friend group 🥹

✦ my album and/or era ranking (or favorite of each): they're newer so not too many eras to choose from & also all of them are SLAYS SO here's the best from each for me - kiss of life (debut album): I'm weak for belle's countdown (prechorus SLAYSSS) & shh is surprisingly addictive / born to be xx: all of it. amazing. says it is really beaitufl and calm, but bad news always gets me hyped!! / midas touch: it's a single album so only two songs BUT THEY GO SO HARD!!!

✦ how i got into them: this is a really weird story that I'm just gonna tell bc I can and I will -- I saw Jii (cover artist on Youtube) uploaded a short of her Chinese cover of Midas Touch & Jordan Orme (also a youtuber) analyzed the music video… but tbh I was annoyed to see it everywhere RIP LOL and then eventually watched Jii’s short and was like “wait this is actually so banger” so I watched the Midas Touch MV then watched Jordan Orme dissect it .. then idk how but eventually I just went on a KIOF listening spree, listened to all their discography and the rest is history >3< I will say I feel like the moment I was like "yeah i love them to death" is when I watched their midas touch part switch dance; i feel like it really showed off their fun energy and made them feel very real, in a way.

✦ which member would be my best friend: oh help i actually don't know since i don't know TOO TOO much abt each of their personalities - maybe natty?? maybe i'm biased bc i have a best friend whose name is pretty similar to hers 😂

✦ something i associate with them (or with a bias/any member): shimmery metallic pink, X's, hearts, anything NEAR midas touch/greek mythology as any concept :D

tysm fish again for letting me yappp ily/p 🫶💘

[sugaglos]

Hi

Why do you hashtag hero everytime when you post about yoongi? Also ~ it's pretty unrelated and full random, but are you able to use your astral hearing or sight, and if yes how you developed them?

Anyway, sorry for bothering

Hi, you're not bothering at all. :-)

I actually wrote it all down on 2pages lol Here would be some of the main reasons why Yoongi is tagged as "hero" to me:

1. There was a time in my life way back when I was done with life and wanted to off myself for good and he appeared like a miracle and saved my life.. For that alone he's a hero, to me.

2. He had given me many reasons why to live in the past. He made me try a lot to live and survive.

3. He has had made me come to know things I didn't even know I can do/acccomplish.

4. Drawing him has helped me improve in art, a lot.

5. This may sound weird and many fandom people would want to shit on me for this one, but also when I draw him, I..connect to him and his energy therefor I know..a lot about him and what he has been through(more deeper stuff) therefor I respect him so much(energy reading just..is sth I can do well ig).

6. He made me a stronger person in the past and helped me overcome bad habits.

7. Because of him many of my dead dreams got revived.

8. He tought me in the past to be strong even if no on walks beside me and no one supports me, even those who are supposed to be the closest to me.

9. Thanks to him, I started writing diss rap songs lmao Meaning, you can turn your pain, anger, any kind of feeling into any type of art form.

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As for the rest of your question, developing astral senses takes time, years. Hearing is the hardest and mine's still tripy, but my sight has developed very well over the years, I can see into people's past and see..other things. You can only develop them through daily practice which is astral teavels(to places that are not dangerous ofc), communications with spiritual beings(telepathically; talking out loud could get you screwed), trying to see/feel the colors of objects you hold while meditating on them(you can even ask the gods you're closest to to help you with this, like do it together), practice energy/aura/"vapour" seeing/sensing, daily meditations(but don't make it a chore otherwise you will grow tired of it and won't achieve anything).

All of these things require discipline and patience of self. Remember that astral sight and hearing aren't the only senses that need to be developed. Astral senses are like a muscle that needs daily practice. It's also important to be able to differ imaginations from what you actually see or hear or feel. Don't force your meditations, go into them slowly and calmly, relaxed.

[beautifulpersonpeach]

BPP hi, I've wanted to send you a DM for some time, but every moment I chicken out. I'm new on Tumblr, just starting up my blog for jikook and want to ask you for advice. How do you deal with hate asks and comments? You cover controversial topics, talk straight and candid but in a level-headed way but at the same time you call out the b*llsh*t of both kpop stans and Armys and even Hybe. I just talk about jikook and I am getting people that already hate me and my blog. I imagine you must get more given all the topics you cover. How do you deal with it?

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Lol I just delete them.

Actually, first I should say that if you're getting extremely abusive asks, escalate it to the reporting team on Tumblr. Use the report and block function and put in a formal complaint through the website. Some months ago I was getting hostile visitors to my blog that I dismissed as just trolls, after all, weird things happen online and especially on Tumblr every day - but turns out, they were more than just trolls. They were underemployed but fanatically motivated k-pop stans/commentators determined to physically hurt me in real life, because the facts I was pointing out were inconvenient for them, and my opinions critical of the k-pop industry and the sycophants trafficking in 'discourse' that excuses that bullshit, were difficult to counter with you know, words and reason. So physical harm in real life was apparently the only solution they had. I made a mistake by not taking them seriously till they tried actual physical harm. Thankfully, I was able to nip that in the bud by escalating to the privacy and reporting team at Tumblr, worked with some experts irl and now those people are permanently banned from using the platform under several IP addresses.

Of course, when I re-opened the blog, almost right away some people were upset that I was writing again, for whatever reason. But that's normal, lol, so I just ignore and delete those asks whenever they pop up. Lol. I don't know what to tell you Anon, but some people are just naturally... like that. They'd score above the average Dark Triad percentile. I know we typically make fun of toxic taekookers but many of those same behaviors we ridicule are found in various shades in k-pop spaces in general - the way this industry runs practically attracts those types. Like I'd go as far as saying the people playing the k-pop game best are taekookers and Tae solo stans. Hobi akgaes are really good at it too. I've said before, if you're a critical and contrarian person, k-pop is the perfect industry for you because you'll never run out of things to have a problem with.

Plus, half the time I have no idea what these people are going on about in my inbox anyway, so I just delete them. Before, during the pandemic, occasionally I'd post a few to tear down and laugh at since I had the time. But now airports are open and I'm back to working full time. I can hardly handle the 10s of asks I sometimes get daily, so it makes no sense to give those complaints any oxygen.

TL;DR

First, why are you chickening out? If you don't mind maybe not getting responses right away, please come say hi. :)

Sad to hear you're a new jikook blogger and already having to deal with BS. But also know it honestly just comes with the territory.

The way I deal with asks that are hostile or just read like they were written by an insane person, is to delete them.

There's also the option of turning off Anonymous asks completely. I know several bloggers sometimes take this route.

If it's especially weird, I report and block. I haven't had to do this in months but if it's extra weird, I report the ask directly to Tumblr's reporting team.

You should also note that the topics you write about can influence whether you get more or fewer weirdos. Shipping spaces are notoriously toxic, so if you'd like to continue writing on the topic, develop a tagging system that shields your content from taekookers, eg, abbreviate or add your blog name to the hashtag.

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Good luck Anon. 💜

[blueeyedgeorgie]

Cancelled-Dream Was Taken

A/N: Surprise bitch. Weren’t we expecting for me to release mcyt fanfics soon? If I didn’t tag my usual @‘s it’s because idk if you’d like to be tagged for mcyt content.

Pronouns: she/her

Word Count: 2.3k+

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"You're so harsh on him!" Her hands sat on the keyboard, staring at the green human that stood on Y/n's computer screen.

She needed to be careful. While this was a heated moment, she couldn't let herself get too loud for multiple reasons. If she got too loud, Dream's stream viewers would be able to tell she was in the next room or they would just receive noise complaints from their neighbors.

"No Y/n! You're too soft on him! He needs to learn that he can't get away with everything. You're setting him up for failure." As the h/c girl listened to her roommate speak, she had to remind herself over and over again; 'This wasn't real.' Dream was mad, not Clay.

This had all been arranged as roleplay. Y/n would be leaving in a few days to go visit some of her family for a reunion, so Wilbur had been the one to think up the brilliant idea of what was playing out now; an argument between Y/n and Dream. The plan was to have Y/n get so upset she didn't log onto the SMP for the next few days, only to come back with a master plan to backstab Dream.

At first, Clay wasn't really on board with the thought of him getting angry at Y/n. They had been together for a little over a year, there wasn't a single moment they had gotten upset with one another. But surprisingly, Y/n had been the one to convince Clay it was a good idea.

The fans knew Dream and Y/n had a close friendship, Dream had always been so protective of her. But when this was going down, they didn't know how to act.

Every time Y/n would glance at her chat, she'd see thousands of comments rising up as new ones appeared. Comment after comment, it looked like the fans were shocked by the way this stream was turning out.

"I'm not setting him up for anything! He's a kid, Dream!" Y/n glanced from the chat,  back at the screen showing her PC game. Standing on her screen was Dream and Tommyinnit, she had accompanied Dream to visit Tommy.

"You're just babying him! 'He's a kid!' Well, he needs to learn to grow up eventually," his voice had been filled with such spite. It felt weird to hear Clay speaking to her like this in such a tone.

For a moment, she stared at the green man before a short scoff escaped her lips. "I can't believe you." With that, Y/n had pressed a few keys, turning her character towards the nether portal a couple of yards away. Before Dream had gotten the chance to speak again, Y/n began to move away.

"Y/n! Come back here!"

She flicked a few buttons, taking a moment to look behind her character to see Dream following. Good, everything was going according to plan. Within the next few minutes, she'd be able to log off and she'd be on vacation for the next few days.

The h/c girl ignored the green man as she stepped through the portal, taking her to Minecraft's version of hell. Almost done, she just needed to find a good spot to stop as she listened to Dream continue to speak.

"You can't keep ignoring me! You know I'm right in this. You know you can't keep defending Tommy. You know Tommy is driving a wedge between us-"

Perfect. Y/n had stopped just on the edge of a bridge, molten lava sat feet below them. If she fell, she'd surely die. "No."

"No?" Dream was a bit surprised to hear Y/n cut him off, but he stayed silent as he was prepared to listen to what she had to say.

"No. No more. I don't wanna hear you blame Tommy for us breaking apart. I want you to listen to me. You've been acting like much more of a dick than usual and I hate it. I despise it. You've changed for the worst because you think you can step on everyone. At this point, everyone fears to tell you the truth-except me. I'll be a hundred percent honest with you, you've been so egotistical, it's really pissed me off. This is your fault, Dream. Not Tommy's. You exiled a child for pulling a prank on a vacation house! Not even George's real house!"

"But-"

"Shut the fuck up. I'm done, but I don't wanna hear you bullshit me. So shut the fuck up."

A moment of silence passed between them as Y/n stared at her screen. Just a few more steps.

And within seconds, Dream had pulled out his netherite sword. With one hit, she was falling back into lava. Y/n glanced at her chat, a look of shock on her face as she read over what a few comments said. A moment of silent tension had passed before Y/n had finally spoken up, removing her from the voice chat she was in.

"Alright guys, I guess that's enough for the day. I'll see you all... later." With that, she had clicked a few buttons, raiding Dream's live-stream as she ended hers.

For the next 20 to 30 minutes, Y/n knew Clay would be busy streaming. So she had decided to take a bit of time to wind down and think to herself.

Get a glass of water.

'Are the fans harassing him in his twitch chat?'

Sit down on the living room couch.

'The SMP fans were always so protective of me.'

Pet Patches.

'Was I too much when I snapped at him?'

It didn't seem like 30 minutes had passed when Clay had walked out of his streaming room, only to find Y/n on the couch with Patches in her lap. "Hey, N/n." "Oh, your stream is already over?" Y/n smiled, pulling herself out of her thoughts as she scoot over, giving Clay room to take a seat right by her.

"Yeah, did you lose track of time or something?"

"I must've. How did the chat react after I 'died'?" She smiled up at her boyfriend as he wrapped an arm over her shoulders, pulling her closer into his embrace.

"Everyone was filled with joy that you died."-Y/n playfully swatted at him. "Okay, okay! I got a few chat messages of people bashing me for it, but it's fine."

"Well, it's a good thing the chat wasn't completely littered with hate. How was it after my raid?"

"Honestly, not that bad as you expect. Like I said, just a few comments. Nothing bad, I just ignored it." Clay placed a hand on Patches's head, gently scratching her, followed by the animal beginning to purr.

"Good to hear, anyways... I'm not ready to pack. Do you think we can procrastinate?" The h/c girl let out a huff leaning against her boyfriend. "How?"

"I was thinking a bit of movie binging, cuddling, and ordering dinner?" A cheeky smile spread on her face as she spoke.

"It's like you read my mind."

The couple had made it through three movies, by now it was later at night. The sun had set and they had already door dashed some food. By now they were in the middle of watching 'The Empire Strikes Back.'

'I love you.' 'I know.'

The iconic moment between Hans and Leia had been interrupted by the sound of Clay's phone buzzing. "Why is George calling?"

"What?" Y/n was a bit curious herself. Considering the timezones, George should be asleep right now. Pausing the TV, she turned her attention to her boyfriend's phone.

"Hey Clay."

"What's up, George? Isn't it like early in the morning for you?" Clay raised a brow, moving his phone so Y/n would be able to see George as well.

"Yeah, I had to stay up to fix a YouTube video I need to get out today. I was about to go to bed and I checked Twitter-"

"Oh no." Clay made a short joke, only to be cut off by his friend.

"I don't know if it's trending for you in America, but you might as well look."

"What's going on?" He swiped up, taking him to his home screen so he could click on the little blue bird app. Y/n had grabbed her phone from the coffee table, opening up the app as well. "#Cancel Dream... #Y/n... #Dream SMP"

"Is... is Clay getting canceled for killing me in Minecraft?" Y/n scrolled through the tweets involving the hashtag 'Y/n.' She could see plenty of people defending her, but making it much bigger of a problem than it actually was.

"Oh, hey Y/n. But yeah, he is." George chuckled awkwardly, scrolling through his Twitter app as well.

"This is so fucking stupid."

"It really is. So we might as well get this cleared up with the fans as soon as possible. Do you want me to tweet something, or do you want to?" Y/n looked up at her boyfriend, it looked like he was thinking.

"Yeah, I'll tweet it. Don't worry about this, Y/n."

"Alright, whatever you say," she replied, pulling a blanket over her as she waited for Clay to finish typing his response.

"Here's what I'm gonna say: 'I can't believe you guys actually think me and @(y/n) are in an actual fight in real life. We have been good friends since forever, the fight was only roleplay. I love that you guys are so protective of Y/n, but no one's actually upset.' How's that sound?"

"I think that's good," George hummed softly.

"Yeah, I doubt you'll stay 'canceled' once you've explained to them it was all part of the SMP lore." The h/c girl smiled up at her boyfriend with a small nod.

"Alright, I'm gonna post it. George, I think you should go to bed because you're half asleep already."

Y/n turned, looking at her boyfriend's iPhone. "Go to sleep, Gogy!"

"Alright, alright... I'll talk to you guys later." The call had ended with Clay and Y/n saying goodbye to their friend while George simply yawned to them as a response.

As soon as the call was over, Clay looked at the response to his tweet. It didn't seem to be going too well. There had been a few fans who understood what was going on and responded with a paragraph as an apology for the misunderstanding. But most replies had been telling Clay he was bullshitting the fans or that he wasn't being honest.

"I'm sorry, Clay," his girlfriend had huffed as she read through the responses to his tweet.

"Honestly I'm just a bit pissed off. Literally, any time someone tries to 'cancel' me, it's over something stupid. I'm not a bad guy, it just feels like some people just don't want to see me succeed." Clay had excused himself to grab a glass of water from the kitchen.

It hurt Y/n to hear how upset her boyfriend was. He never got too upset over things, but seemed to take a small toll on him. "Hold on. Let me say something." The h/c girl couldn't be asked to post multiple tweets of her response to hate sent towards Clay over the internet. So what was better than a short video that could be posted to the blue bird app?

"Um, hey guys. I'd just like to make this quick. Stop sending hate towards Dream. The fight was roleplay and nothing more. I'm gonna be busy for the next couple of days so Wilbur thought of a good idea to help build SMP lore with me and Dream and we both agreed to the argument. Now stop sending the green man hate, or I'll commit war crimes or something-"

Y/n had been interrupted by the sound of Clay letting out a small giggle. "What? What did I say?"

"Nothing, just keep going with your video."

"Whatever, I'm cool. No matter what Dream says. Anyways, I'll speak to you all later." Y/n had hit the red button again, ending her video. Within seconds, the video had been uploaded to her Twitter account.

Placing her phone back down on the table, Y/n approached her boyfriend, wrapping her arms around his torso. "I'm really sorry about the hate, Clay. I love you."

"Don't apologize for something you can't control. I love you more." The brunette held his partner close, accepting her hug. Y/n always loved his hugs, she always felt so safe in his embrace.

The rest of the night had been spent with more cuddling and more Star Wars movies. Hours had passed before Y/n had even thought about the Twitter situation again. But for some reason, she had decided to look at the app again tonight.

It was 2 in the morning by now, Clay was half asleep. His head laid in the h/c girl's lap as she brushed a hand through his hair, her free hand opening up her Twitter app once again.

It had been a bit of a surprise to see a couple of trending hashtags had changed so quickly. What was trending now was #Dream, #Y/n,#(ship name), and #Dream's Laugh. This had to be about Y/n's short clip she posted. And by the looks of it, people had stopped acting so harsh towards Clay. But instead, they had decided to focus on the fact Dream and Y/n were hanging out together. Not to mention the fact Dream and let out a stupid little giggle because of Y/n. People had been apologizing to him through Twitter for being so hard on him.

"Babe."

"Hm?" Clay mumbled, not bothering to open his eyes.

"Pretty much everyone is apologizing to you over Twitter for being hardasses."

"Hm, that's good to hear."

"You're really tired, huh?" Y/n paused her scrolling to look down at her boyfriend.

"Yeah," He continued to mumble, followed by a short yawn.

"Alright, time for bed, babe." Y/n smiled to herself, beginning to carefully move away from Clay. "I can pack tomorrow and we can laugh over the stupid bird app tomorrow after you've gotten a good amount of sleep."

"I still can't believe Twitter tried canceling me over roleplay."

"I can't believe you got uncancelled by shippers."

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[mrs-nate-humphrey]

“#before he became evil aligned!!” poor dan lmao. actually, i’m curious, what’s your take on dan as a character, and his development throughout the show? season 6 really did it’s level best character assassination on him imo, but until that point i really enjoyed the direction his character was heading. curious because i absolutely adore the way you write dan (and dair) in your fanfics and i was wondering on what your take on him was

ahhh hi! getting this ask was a delight because honestly, talking about dan always brings me great joy. i’ve only watched gossip girl once (yeah, i know!) and i relate pretty heavily to dan (weird introvert, wants to be a writer, always felt out of place in high school but found my friend group in college, etc) so i am pretty biased. anyway this got long, so i’m putting it under a cut!

so, for the most part, i really liked dan in season 1. i don’t remember too much about him in season 2 or 3, like, specific details, because it’s been a while since i watched those seasons, RIP. i feel like season 4 was the last season we had a likeable dan (or at least, a dan i liked!). season 5 had some good dan moments, but at the same time i wasn’t very happy with some developments in his character, and i absolutely agree with you about season 6 slaughtering his character, haha. i’ll elaborate as much as i can.

things about dan’s character that stand out to me are moments like the one in s1 when he talks to blair in the stairway before they’re even friends and opens up about his mother. when i watched that i was like :0 because that was a very big expression of openness and vulnerability, and for him to offer it to blair, who he didn’t even like, just to show her that he understood/ could relate to having mother-related issues was such a big act of kindness, especially because it wasn’t something he owed her or something expected of him. he didn’t need to do that, but he did anyway! i found that sweet. 

in the same vein, when blair, vanessa, georgina and dan are all at NYU, dan taking blair along to georgina’s party even though they aren’t friends because he knows what it feels like to be left behind, and he doesn’t want to do that to anyone - like, that moved me, a lot. lonely kids get it! dan did the exact opposite thing with his newfound popularity that blair would’ve done; he did his best to ensure that everyone - even people he didn’t like - were included. 

since you’ve read my fic, you’ve probably seen my overuse of the “dan is not gossip girl” tag. i don’t think it makes sense for him to be gg, not because of stuff like him reacting in an empty room or whatever else, but mostly because of his arc. the whole charlie trout thing in season 2 (i think it was s2?) where he writes the story about chuck and his mom and then doesn’t send it anywhere because he doesn’t want fame at the cost of exploiting his friends, and then that bit where he doesn’t publish the bart bass fire in a building story because he knows it’ll hurt chuck, serena, and their family made it clear that dan understood that his words had the ability to do real, tangible harm, and was trying to be ethical about it. 

in fact, in the end of s4, when vanessa steals his manuscript, his reaction isn’t elation; it’s one of horror. he knows what’s in that will hurt people, and he doesn’t want it to see the light of day in the form it’s in. the phone call between dan and vanessa before she takes the manuscript and makes a run for it made me hold my breath while i was watching it - it was so clear that dan didn’t want it to be published. the fact that the choice was taken from him left me feeling pretty sad at the end of s4.

which is why when s5 began, i felt like it was pretty discordant for him to be so enthusiastic about the book in the way he was - his entire “it’s just fiction” spiel obviously didn’t fool anybody who he’d written about, and it felt inconsistent for him to feel that way? like, dan knew the potential of that manuscript to hurt people. him suddenly acting like it’s art and therefore justified & absolved from criticism felt really off to me, especially given his stance on this issue in the past. s5 dan reminded me a lot of a very specific type of writer - a really pretentious, sees themself as better than anyone else, “i’m not being rude i’m just being honest”  (when they are actually being very disrespectful) kind of character, and i didn’t like that much. 

however, s5 also had dan being a great friend to blair, and just, idk, doing his best in other spheres of his life, which is why i used the phrase “evil aligned” in that hashtag - i wouldn’t say s5 dan was evil, he definitely wasn’t malicious in the way s6 dan was. but he was callous in a way that i felt made s6 dan’s cruelty sort of believable to me - like i could see how s5 dan would evolve into s6 dan, especially given the season finale: blair’s rejection, serena’s manipulation (i usually love serena, but she was evil this season), and possibly his own self-hate/regret about cheating on blair - i think it makes sense for him to handle all of these emotions extremely badly and come out of the ordeal bitter. 

a lot of people say that dan’s very judgemental - i actually didn’t see as much of it as people make it out to be, probably because this is my first watch and this show is so full of things, like, so much is happening all the time? i wasn’t really watching the show with the intention of analysing dan, so i feel like a lot of stuff probably went over my head. 

i do see dan having a lot of harsh opinions about people he barely knows, jumping to conclusions too quickly, etc, but something i like about dan is (before he became vaguely evil) the moment he realised he made a mistake, he did his level best to fix it. like that entire incident where he’s supposed to be blair’s wingman with chuck in s2, and he sabotages it on purpose, and then serena goes ‘that wasn’t okay’ and then he tries to salvage it by talking to chuck? i feel like dan fucks up a lot and makes bad decisions but he also is aware that he isn’t perfect, or whatever. idk. maybe i choose to just see the best parts of dan.

also dan being nasty about serena hurt my heart, and my favourite thing about fanfic is that i can sort of go “fuck this, we don’t want this for dan or serena”. i like dan and serena as being exes who are still friends, and i wish the show had given us that - dan complains about serena a lot at various points and as someone who really likes serena (she’s my child, ok) i was really :/ about that. 

anyway, i feel like dan’s biggest flaw is that he can sort of get stuck in his own head sometimes? like, he forgets that there is more to reality than just his little dan-bubble. and this often leads to him acting like a dick, or not being thoughtful, or forming opinions about people too quickly. this isn’t really a small flaw. in the right context and in the right situations, i feel like dan can do a lot of damage and cause a lot of harm in a way that is in character for him.

the way the show did it though? nah. 

also, if they’d made him super evil from the start (like they did georgina), i would totally have vibed with it! but alas, they did not.

[imanativeofswlondondahling]

Hidden In Plain Site (2)- Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count:  2348

A/N: This was inspired by this wonderful post by @starsholland. Without it this would not be happening. This will be a multi part fic, but I don’t know how many chapters or when it will be posted so if you’d like to be tagged let me know:)  Welcome to Tom being undercover on Tumblr. Quick notes- Y/T/B = Your Tumblr Blog

Chapter One || Master List

The edit turned out better than you thought it would. You had decided to use blue and red, since they’re Spider-Man colors and it honestly suits Tom and Haz so well. You still are wondering when the picture is from since you scoured the depths of Google and Tumblr to no avail. It’s either really old, or not really posted. Either way it made an adorable edit and will look great in your edit’s tag. It’s also sparked some ideas for a friendship imagine. It’s been so long since you wrote anything, with work and family stuff weighing you down, but you can picture the outline in your head so as soon as you finish the last touches on your outline, you click open a new document and drop a few lines down to get going. 

“What you working on?” Your brother calls to you from across the living room. He knows that once you’re home for the afternoon, it’s not normally work stuff, but sometimes your graphic design projects run into your post work day.

“Just some edits. Nothing too big.”

“Bringing work home?”

“Nope, just working on some extra stuff.” You type some more into the document, wanting to make sure that everything is hitting the moment right. In your browser, you pull up your tumblr and make a new post.

Ask me stuff while I work on my latest imagine. Give me a number 1-100 and I’ll give you a song from my writing playlist and a memory attached to it.

Across the ocean, Tom can’t sleep. It’s nearly 3am, but something is keeping his mind from sleeping. He should be able to sleep just fine. He isn’t working on any movies that have him worried, he doesn’t have any auditions coming up, and he doesn’t have press for a few weeks. So why can’t he get to sleep?

Lifting his phone in his hand he sees a notification from Tumblr saying that Y/T/B has posted. He swipes across and waits for the post to load. You want questions? Well, he can help with that. Plus, he’s interested in learning about what kind of music you’re interested in.

Anonymous Asked:

33?

Anonymous Asked:

86?

Anonymous Asked: 

69;D

Three Anons come in right after another. You weren’t expecting that quick of a reaction. Sure you had a couple hundred followers, but you didn’t tend to get that many reactions to your posts. At least not back to back. But you’ll take it, and reply. As soon as you send the edit to that blog that asked for it.

You pull up the thread between you and tomholland2013. You click the camera button and upload the edit you had done. 

Hey, here’s that edit. Hope this works for you! 

Surprisingly, whoever is behind the account messages back immediately.

That looks awesome! Thanks so muchX

Hows your night going?X

More like afternoon here lol. I’m just getting some work done after getting home earlier.

How about you? Is it night there?

It’s like the middle of the night here and I can’t sleepX

If it’s middle of the night there, did you see the news? 

What news?X

That Tom saved Spider-Man?! It’s been all over Tumblr since I got home from work.

It’s kind of the reason I made your edit in red and blue tbh.

I hadn’t had time to look at my dashboard to be honest. I’ve been busy with work stuff most of the afternoon.X

It wasn’t a lie. Over the past few days having talks between him, Bob and Tom trying to smooth everything over, there wasn’t much time to glance over the explosion that had happened since the original news had been released. But after clicking send on his message to Y/N, he clicks over to your main blog to see the reaction to the news. There are some general reblogs of the news announcing Spider-Man returning to the MCU but then there were also some general posts about Spider-Man and Peter Parker. Your tags are what really get to him. Some like hashtag my-baby-is-back-where-he-belongs and hashtag get-tom-drunk-more-often-if-it-saves-my-baby. He can’t help but laugh at the last one. True he hadn’t exactly been sober when he and Bob had first talked about getting Spider-Man back in the MCU, but he didn’t think that story would take the world by storm.

Going into his settings, Tom quickly updates his picture with the edit you had done for him. Honestly, it looked better than he had hoped for. You had done Spider-Man colors and if he wasn't trying to keep this blog on the down low, he would share it on his Instagram so his fans could see how talented Y/N was. As he hits save, another message comes through from you.

Do you mind if I use the edit I sent you as inspiration for an imagine?

A what?X

An imagine. It’s a specific type of fanfic. I had a great idea of one while I was working on the edit for you, but if you’re not cool with it, I’ll find a different picture.

You did all the work on it. Feel free to use it. What kind of story?X

Basically like a Tom x Reader with hints of Harrison friendship notes in it. It’s hard to explain lol

Have you written other stuff?X

I think everyone on this site dabbles in it from time to time, but yeah I’ve written a few pieces over the past few years.

Do you have a list of them?X

Sure, it’s here.

You had linked a page in your message. Apparently dabbling meant one.. Two.. three… his finger drags down the page as he counts the stories. Holy hell, you’ve written fifty stories about him, Peter Parker and even some of the other Avengers. But most of them revolve around him and x Reader, whatever that means. You had mentioned it in your message, but he wasn’t sure what it meant.

Ok, I’m new to the whole fanfic thing, so pardon my stupidity but what does x reader mean?X

It’s a self insert fic. Basically anywhere that it says Y/N or you, you put yourself into the fic. They’re one of the most popular types of fics.

Before he can reply to your message, a notification comes up saying that Y/T/B has posted a new post.

Anonymous Asked:

33?

Y/T/B/ Answered: Heather by Conan Gray. So I love this song and totally have screamed along with the chorus of this song when I’m alone at home and writing or in my car driving places (otherwise I would freak my family out). When I wrote a fic called The Smell of Your Sweater, on my master list here, I listened to this song on repeat for three days straight to be in the right mind set. Honestly I could probably listen to this song until the end of time and never get sick of it. 

Tom reads over the answer and can picture someone jamming out to a song so much that they love it. He pulls open his Spotify app and pulls up the song, because he wants to feel closer to you, even though you’re time zones apart from each other. The fact that it’s afternoon where you are and nighttime where he is makes him think that you’re in the United States.

So reader insert are some of the most popular type of fics, but what are your favorite to read?X

That’s not even something that I would share on a first date lol you’ll be waiting a bit to find out. 

Is sharing that you write fanfic something that you don’t talk about on a date?X

Not normally. Talking about it with tumblr friends is one thing because I link it on my blog, but what I read is a whole nother thing. It literally says so much about you with who you read, what ships you ship, and especially what kinks you look for.

KINKS? IN FANFICS?X

You haven’t read much yet have you?

Literally no. I’ve only been on tumblr since I messaged you the first time. That was the day I made my blogX

So you’ve been on for a month? And you’re deciding to get into fanfics?

No I’m thinking I should stay away from it still. It seems like virtual porn.X

It doesn’t have to have anything smutty in it. Just click on ones that say fluff or don’t say smut next to them. You can also block certain tags so they don’t come up on your dashboard. Like Starker is a popular one to be blocked for a lot of people.

I don’t think I even want to know what that is if people are blocking it who are into this porn esque writing. X

It’s not porn lol You seem to have only found smut so far. We need to find you some fluff. Maybe some Tom x Reader?

Maybe I’m just not ready for it after all.X

Does he want to read about himself? Not at all. That seems creepy. But other people write about him too. It’s not just Y/N. He decides to research this further. In the search bar he types in Tom Holland Fanfic. The first four post all say smut or NSFW so he’s not going to bother reading them, but the thing that catches his eye is the fact that they all have over 2,000 notes on them. Two thousand people have liked or reblogged about him in a sexual way? What the actual flipping hell?

Before he has the chance to flip out even more, another notification from your blog pops up.

Anonymous Asked:

86?

Y/T/B answered: Praying by Kesha. THIS WOMAN COULD MURDER ME AND I WOULD THANK HER FOR IT. Plus that chorus makes me want to write some epic breakup scene and have one of the people begging the other to feel the same as they are feeling. Oooooo maybe I feel a one shot coming up. Anyway, a memory of this song- my best friend and I blasted this song while we drove from California to Philly to visit a school. It literally got us through so many hours of that drive. Kesha is bae lets be real. Or is that not what the cool kids say? 

When he sent you these asks, he thought he would get one or two sentences in response, but he’s learning so much about you from all of these asks. Maybe he would send you some non song related ones, maybe some To- Peter Parker ones to see what else you liked. Purely science based research. 

If you’re not ready for it, don’t push yourself. Fanfics can be a weird mindset to put yourself in. I used them at first to distract myself from some shitty family stuff that was going on, but now I read and write them for fun too. I think I mainly read Avenger ones at first as well as some TV shows too. Plus would I be a teenage girl if I didn’t read a few Twilight fanfics back in my day? 

Twilight? Like Rob-Tom makes himself type out Rob and Kristen’s full names like a fan would-ert Pattinson and Kristen Stewert Twilight?X

That one exactly. I was the generation it was aimed for and so fanfics galore were my teen years. But I’m proud to say I’m a recovered Twihard.

Glad to hear it darlingX

What about you? What were you into as a kid?

I’ve always been a fan of Spider-Man, ever since I was a kid.X

Comics or movies?

Comics. They’re the originalsX

Which Spider-Man is the best? 

Is that a trick question? Obviously HollandX

Was that conceited? Maybe. But hopefully, Y/N doesn’t think so. Oh wait she has no idea-

It was a trick question. A trick question that you clearly got right. 

Another notification pops up and you suddenly remember the last number that you sent Y/N. Well hopefully the number doesn’t seem like you.

Anonymous Asked: 

69;D

Y/T/B Answered: Noice. 

But the actual answer is Bad Religion by Frank Ocean. This song got me through my last bout of depression lol. I remember sitting on the floor of my bedroom with the lights off and just playing this song on repeat. Always open about that here. It also gets me to channel some deep emotions into some pieces that I’m working on because it reminds me of being in that dark place. I also really like the beat of this though, like how it sounds like a mix of an electric piano and an organ. So if I ever name a one shot Bad Religion, it’s probably named after this song.

Tom feels like a weight is sinking in his gut. Almost like someone slammed an anchor into the lower part of his bowl. He didn’t mean to bring up something so dark with that number. He was hoping it would actually make her laugh. So guess he will send her one more number, but this one won’t be on anonymous.

Tomholland2013 asked: 36

Huh, he must have seen all the responses you posted. Between posting and replying to him, you hadn’t gotten much work on your imagine done, but you could post once more before jumping back to your word document. 

Tomholland2013 asked: 36

Y/B/N answered: The Night We Met by Lord Huron. I literally saw them in concert with my friends last month so a lot of the memories I have of them are about this. But I have a great fanfic idea for this song specifically. To not spoil it completely I’ll just leave you with three spoilers- first date, first dance, secrets spilled. It’s a work in progress.

Now it’s time to get off the internet and back to writing, or else you’re going to Tumblr your day away.

Taglist: @ serendipitous-amor @im-still-tryin-to-find-it​

[cloudshapedpatch]

Adrien and Chat Noir: A Love Story

I think I’m in love with Adrichat now. @buggachat, this was all you 😂

💚💚

Was it crazy? Possibly. Was it going to stop anytime soon? Probably not.

Marinette Dupain Cheng was laying on her balcony, facing the sky. It looked like it was going to rain soon, but she paid it no mind. She liked the rain anyway.

All the nonsense started that fateful day a few days ago in class. All her heartache was all her fault, and yet she knew she couldn’t be blamed.

Marinette was just minding her own business, gazing at the back of Adrien’s head when she saw him pull out his phone during class. During class. Adrien always paid attention and was a golden student. Curiosity sprung up in her. She wanted to know what was so important that it could make even the most well-mannered boy break a school rule.

She leaned this way and that, trying to get a good look at the dim screen in his lap. Finally, he scrolled to the top of the page and Marinette was able to scribble down the title of whatever he was reading.

The words mocked her, written on the top of her notes sheet. She wanted to know as soon as possible. She caught a glimpse of the website logo, but couldn’t quite get it right on paper. She settled for the slightly awkward sidways V’s, and the circle and the number 3.

Class was finally dismissed, so Marinette packed up quickly and pulled Alya into a corner to talk.

“What’s up girl?”

“Do you recognize this logo?” The bluenette held up the paper with the scribble in the corner.

Alya laughed a little. “Yeah, I think that’s the Ao3 logo, why?”

“What’s Ao3?”

Alya laughed a little harder. “It’s Archive of Our Own. You’ve never heard of it? It’s usually for fan fiction.”

“Could we read a... fan fiction? Together?” Marinette looked at her feet. She had never read a fan fiction before. From what she had heard of them, they were cringey and usually for weebs. Was she a weeb?

“Sure. We can look at it during lunch, okay? But we have to get to class now.”

“Oh, okay. Yeah.”

Marinette shuffled along behind her friend. One thing was for sure, she was not going to look at it without her friend there. But eagerness did eat her up through her classes. She wanted to know so badly what Adrien thought was so important that it couldn’t wait for later.

Finally, lunchtime had come. They sat down, on that fateful day, and Alya pulled up the site on her phone.

“Okay, did you have a specific one in mind?”

“Where No Man Should Be.” She said a little too quickly.

Alya typed it in and they waited for the page to load. Finally, it came up. Alya started skimming the description while Marinette watched her friend, not understanding the strange website’s layout. Alya’s face fell in disgust.

“M, where did you find this?”

Was it okay to tell her? Alya looked like she wanted to chuck it across the room and never look at it again.

“Um, saw a meme about it. Is it bad?” Marinette said sheepishly.

“You don’t look at memes. But I’m gonna give you the benefit of the doubt here. And yeah, it’s pretty bad. Actually, I don’t think you should know at all.”

“It can’t be that bad!”

“Suit yourself, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Alya surrendered her phone.

Marinette took it anxiously and skimmed the many hashtags.

“What is smut?”

Alya burst out in uncomfortable laughter. “It means that, um. The characters are getting... intimate, if you know what I mean.”

“Oh my. Oh my gosh. Oh my.” Then she saw the ship tags. Marinette knew about shipping, Alya used the term a lot and sort of explained the mashing of two names.

Adrichat.

Alya watched in horror as realization hit her friend’s face.

“Should we read it?”

Incredulously, Alya looked at her friend. “You want to read it?”

“Why not?”

Twenty minutes into the reading, Alya and Marinette vowed never to read Adrichat again.

What the other didn’t know was that they both read it late into the night.

* * * *

“Chaton, I have a question.” Ladybug asked that night.

Chat was next to her, their legs dangling off the shingles they were sitting on. He nodded, so Ladybug continued.

“Are you aware that there’s stories about you?”

“Of course there’d be legends of me. I’m amazing. I’m sure there’s some of you too, m’lady.”

The thought of having such a defiling story written about her superhero persona made her physically sick.

“No, Chat. Not legends. I accidentally stumbled across a story today with a friend. She said it was called smut.”

Chat Noir choked on his spit. “Oh. That.”

“You know about it?” Her eyes grew wide.

“Yeah... weird, isn’t it?”

Ladybug nodded, trying to keep her cool. “I read one specifically. One of you, and that Agreste model.”

For the first time ever, Ladybug saw a blush creep out from beneath her partner’s mask.

Two (albeit incorrect) sparks met in her mind, causing a gasp to escape before she could stop it.

“Do you- Do you like him?”

Chat’s green eyes were as big as she had ever seen them, his whole face red at this point.

“Oh, how could I have not seen it before? I’m so sorry Chaton. I mean, you always want to be the one to check up on him after an akumatised targets him. I... oh my gosh.”

“No, Ladybug, It’s really not-”

“It’s okay, kitty. There is no need to be ashamed. Honestly, who couldn’t fall for that boy?” Ladybug grabbed his hands and looked deep in his eyes. “It’s okay.”

Her yo-yo buzzed, signaling that it had reached midnight.

“Oh, it’s time to go. Thank you Chaton, I’ll see you for tomorrow’s patrol, right?”

He didn’t say anything, still shook from his lady’s words.

“Um, okay. Goodnight, Chat Noir.”

She leapt off to go home, leaving a very embarrassed Chat Noir alone on a roof.

* * * *

Alya sat in her room, debating what to do.

She had the video pulled up on her computer monitor. She always videotaped Ladybug and Chat’s patrols. But this was private. Personal.

But didn’t Paris have the right to know? This was surely the scandal of the century.

That cursed video. Staring at her as it played, over and over again. Chat’s blush was visible from the street below, where Alya had been spying. How it teased her!

If she posted the video, the heroes would know that she listened to every patrol conversation. They would be more wary about what they say, not being totally honest. But if she didn’t post the video, it would eat her up, not being able to tell anyone.

Hastily, she published the video to her blog.

* * * *

Adrien never knew gossip could spread so fast. He had gotten his fair share of tabloid rumors throughout his life. But this was on another level. Everyone was talking about it within mere hours. It had spread very far by the time he got to school, so far that he doubted anyone hadn’t heard.

He had a bone to pick with Alya.

Many people stopped him to give congratulations. Some girls were crying on benches, their friends trying their best to comfort them.

Alya was surrounded by people, answering their questions giddily. Adrien weaved his way through the crowd and tapped her shoulder, hard.

“Alya Cesaire, what have you done?”

The small mass of people grew quiet and dispersed.

“Oh, hello Adrien. How is your day going?”

“Don’t play coy. Why in the world would you post something like that?”

Her innocent facade diminished. “The people needed to know the truth.”

Adrien tried hard not to let his hurt show. “Did you not think how I would feel about you exposing Chat?”

As soon as he had said, he knew he had used the wrong choice of words.

“Exposed? So you’re admitting...” The iconic sly smile spread across her face.

“No, I-”

“It’s okay, Adrien. Honestly, who wouldn’t fall for that boy?” Alya grabbed his hands and looked him deep in the eyes, playful mirth dancing in her own.

He ripped his hands out of hers, but the intense ridiculousness of the situation hit him. He laughed.

Alya had never heard him laugh. In fact, she couldn’t recall anyone ever making him laugh. She laughed nervously along with him, afraid of what would happen if she did not.

To everyone else, they must have looked insane. And for a moment, they felt a little insane. Who wouldn’t, given the circumstances?

[autumnalsaffron]

This is a rambley post about how I found Grian/Hermitcraft and my first impressions. This is mostly because I want to just sit and type this out - I know that this is too long for anyone to actually bother reading :^)

So I only found Hermitcraft like a month ago. I had been watching Jack and Felix play Minecraft on their single player worlds and so Minecraft was in my reccomended.

I was reccomend Grian's video called 'I made a Mumbo Proof House in Minecraft' and I didn't know who he or Mumbo was, I ignored it. It kept popping up in my reccomended but I thought it seemed clickbaity and assumed he was one of those Minecraft channels that press F5 too much and are just too over the top for my taste. Anyway, I succumbed to the YouTube algorithm and watched it. It was confusing but I enjoyed it.

I remember I wasn't weirded out by the moustache-less Mumbo paintings in the house because I didn't know what he was supposed to look like! There were so so so many inside jokes in the video and it was very confusing but I just kind of went with it and enjoyed the wacky house. Anyway long story short, I watched Mumbo's reaction to his house next and again it had many inside jokes I couldn't follow but they seemed nice. I remembered Grian at one point when talking about his lack of a storage system saying "...if you know me from Hermitcraft... " and that's what prompted me to check it out to see if I could get some context for all the inside jokes I couldn't understand.

I remember I watched one of the more recent episodes that had come out and Mumbo was being killed by his own Zombie to promote Sahara Now (not that I knew what what was lol). When Grian went to rename the Zombie he said "It feels like the beginning of the season!" and I after watching him hide from Mumbo and almost being caught, I decided to check out the beginning of the "season" (not that I knew what that meant or that there had been 5 other seasons.) I remember being really surprised that there were 90+ videos in the Hermitcraft playlist but I decided to give it a go anyway.

The first episode was really really fun to watch. I was very impressed that his starter base was so creative and well executed that I immediately watched the next episode. Equally great. I'm sure I watched like 2 hours of Hermitcraft that day because every episode was just a joy to watch.

I think Hermitcraft Recap got reccomended to me pretty soon after that and I loved it too. The Recap is a fantastic way to keep up with everything happening on the island without watching 20+ different people's episodes (especially when you're a year and a half late to a series like I was lol).

As I watched more and more of Grian's episodes I would go back to that original Mumbo Proof House video that sparked my interest in Hermitcraft and I would understand more and more of the references and inside jokes that had previously gone over my head.

Around this time I had checked out a few other Hermit's channels, and had seen that their subscriber counts were in the hundreds of thousands. Because of this, when I looked at how many subs Grian had, I read the 4.22M as 422k. I thought Grian had 400k lmao. I was a bit surprised when I realised that I had misread that number by a few million.

At this point I was spending any moment I had available to watch Grian's Hermitcraft episodes, and I was determined to get up to date as fast as I could. I worked it out and the most I watched in one day was episodes 35-56 which came to about 8.8 hours!

I would often watch episodes in split screen mode while working on my iPad and so pages in my note taking app, Notability, have little doodles of things they said that I wrote cause I was bored. Just little phrases like "no one wants to be tagged", "don't clog your mail system with chickens", "INFINITE EGGS", "Punching obsidian takes 36 minutes" "they touched Ren and Doc's bush" and "sweed in shorts"! Also little doodles of things like moustaches, Phantoms, the Jangler's hat and Iskall in golf shorts!

I love looking through the Hermitcraft related hashtags and seeing all the fan art and posts about it - you can really feel the sense of community here.

I've made a few pieces of fan art only one of which I actually finished enough to post (it didn't get much traction so feel free to check if out here).

I really enjoyed watching/listening to Mumbo and Iskall's old End Busting livestreams while drawing - they have such a wonderful friendship and their voices are so calming 💕

Also the Salmon Pickle Ghost?? Is the most infuriating and confusing but also hilarious thing I've ever seen?! What??

Sometimes when I find a moment in someone's episode especially entertaining or funny and it doesn't need too much context, I screen record it and send it to my irl friend who barely knows what I'm talking about but it's nice to share it with someone :^)

I think that might actually be the end of my story. I doubt anyone has read this but it was such an amazing time taking a trip down Memory Lane (not that it was that long ago, I started on about the 14th and finished watching all 38 hours of Grian's Hermitcraft on the 25th of September.)

I missed out on being part of the fandom during the big events like the Civil War, the Great Build Off of 1.14, or Sahara opening, but I'm here now and I got to witness the tail end of the Area 77/Hippie scenario, Hot Potato mini game, and now Demise (which somehow found its way onto Tumblr too which was fun)!

I'm not such a huge fan of Grian as I was a month ago - In fact I am catching up on Iskall's videos from a few months ago because I quite like the way he does his episodes too.

I find Hermitcraft.com really helpful for keeping up to date with what's going on and who's live without having to be subscribed to every Hermit on the sever which would be a bit chaotic.

In conclusion, I really like Hermitcraft! I'm very glad I found it and the community surrounding it (it's the only reason I'm actually active on Tumblr at all). I'm excited for the Demise game Sahara and 1.15 and all future developments and events!

Please tell me if you actually read this, I'm really curious although I doubt anyone will because like 2 real people follow me lol.

Thank you!!

[softdavidrose]

💘choose five of your own favourite edits and do a short commentary on each, at what you absolutely loved about it as well as what you’d do in it now as in order to improve and other comments!💘 tag ten mutuals of yours to provide an opportunity to amazing content creators such as yourself to appreciate their edits and spread love!!

i was tagged by the lovely sara @amez-santiago thank you!! ♥♥♥

i’m gonna tag some amazing gif makers!! @patrickbrewcr @danslevys @rosesapothecary @oscarspoe @peraltiagos-blog @jakeperalta @wild-aloof-rebel @julieandrws and anyone else who wants to do it!

david rose + the pan flag colors this is probably one of the hardest and most rewarding gifsets i’ve ever made!! each step of making this took a really long time, from finding scenes that fit, either for colors or just moment where david was still (which i might say are very few lmao but same), to the coloring which was also very hard to achieve, especially because only the background has to be in color and sometimes even just one frame can fuck up the whole thing (like for example if the character moves too much you’d either have frames where the character’s skin/clothes/whatever are the bg color or frames where the bg color isn’t there and it’s hard) needless to say it’s a gifset i love a lot because hashtag representation and seeing all the lovely comments in the tags legitimately makes my day 🤧🤧 if i had to change something i might look harder for a different scene to use for the second gif because it doesn’t look as good as the other ones but 🤷 + bonus patrick + the gay flag colors because it took even LONGER than this one but it somehow looks worse lmao

rosa diaz + ha ha ha from my b99 rewatch series, this is a relatively simple gifset but it took me so damn long i honestly don’t know if there is an easier version to achieve that “scrolling” text effect but i really wanted it to look like this and i could not find ANYTHING for it online, so i literally just made like 50, or however many frames there were, text layers and placed each of them so it would look like the text was being “typed” i guess it was HELL but i love it and i think it looks dope

david rose + putting his hands on his face i love this one so much i think it’s so funny and it’s one of my most popular gifsets! i don’t really have a lot to say about it i just love it a lot!! also a part 2 may be coming

david and patrick + height difference i love this so much it’s very tender and i love height differences so i just had to make it LOL i don’t have a lot to add to this except for the fact that im love they

schitt’s creek + c.s. lewis quote oh boy i hope you’re ready for a long ass commentary on this one first of all i would like to blame @the-rosebud-motel for sharing this quote on discord and putting this idea in my head it is literally all her fault!! second of all, this gifset took me a bit because i had initially started with a different idea but it then became what it is now and i while i wish it looked a little different i am happy with the results!! i’m gonna put the commentary under read more because this is getting very long and i have A Lot To Say, if you wanna stay get ready to shed some tears because i did while making this LMAO  hope you decide to read it because i spent a lot thinking about ways to make this perfect, but if you don’t wanna read it all that’s okay, thank you for reading all the way down here!!

okay so first of all, in my head this gifset is divided into three parts, the first one being the first 3 gifs, the second one being the middle one, and the third one being the last 3 gifs. in the next paragraph i’ll explain the Parallels™ and why each scene works for that specific moment or line and you’ll understand why i have this little ~division~ part one: gif #1 is one of the very first scenes of the show. the roses have lost everything and you can see the portrait being taken away in the background, a symbol of their wealth and life being gone. (you can’t change the beginning)

gif #2 is the roses staring at the town sign in 1x03. they’re shocked and weirded out by it and they just got to this town and the sign is a symbol of schitt’s creek being “gross” or “weird” etc

gif #3 is from 1x04, johnny and moira struggle with connecting with their kids and believe they are bad parents (as the title of the episode suggests), and so attempt to play a game of two truths and one lie to try to bond with david and alexis (needless to say, it doesn’t go well)

part two: gif #4 is from happy anniversary, the season 2 finale. the roses dance together as a family, they admit they love each other and have what is arguably the first happy family moment of the series. It’s a turning point for them, it’s their new beginning (but you can start from where you are)

part three: gif #5 is a parallel to gif 3: johnny and moira take their time to get a cake for David and alexis’ big days (they’ve done the best they can!!!!!). this time the effort is real and appreciated!!!

gif #6 is a parallel to gif 2: the roses are staring at another sign, the shining new “rosebud motel”. this time, they’re happy and excited, as the sign symbolises their full commitment to the town, that is now their home, and to stevie who is by now unofficially a rose as well 😭

gif #7 is a parallel to gif 1: the portrait is there and for a while they thought that’s what they wanted, a symbol of their status as wealth, but as moira says in the same episode “it doesn’t fit, and not just physically. we aren’t those people anymore. [...]” . this time when the portrait is left behind, it is not because it’s taken away from them, but because they are the ones to walk away from it: this is where the roses fully decide to leave their old lives behind and accept all the love and happiness that schitt’s creek has given them. the portrait, symbol of their old lives, is not what they need anymore, and actually it’s not what they have needed for a very long time. they walk together back to the motel, laughing at a joke moira made, and fully embracing the gift that has been given to them, a chance to rewrite their own story (and change the ending)

the entire gifset is then tied with the progression of colors, going from an almost black and white to colorful and vibrant. this is of course to symbolize how they went from being desperate and depressed to happy and loving BUT the beginning is not “just” the beginning of the series aka them losing everything, because the sadness and desperation was there before they lost everything even if they didn’t realize at first. so to quote the first episode, schitt’s creek was the roses’ saving grace, except not in the way it was intended in 1x01. sure it was shelter for when they lost all their money, but it was so much more than that, because it made them a family and gave them all they really needed, which isn’t money or wealth but kindness and love.

anyways uhhhhh, thanks for coming to my ted talk

[montybadun]

THE HAPPENING → PARTY

TAGGING → Monty Badun & Pari Nasir (@perfectlypari)

TIMELINE → May 19, 2018

SETTING → Walt High Gymnasium

SUMMARY → Monty does his best impersonation of a ‘prince’ to try and give his friend Pari the perfect night at morp.

Pari couldn't believe how well the morp was going. She had said sophomore year was going to be her year, and here she was, starting a whole new tradition in the school and making her mark. It felt pretty great. And it definitely helped that she felt super cute in her outfit and was getting compliments left and right for the decorations. After making her rounds on the dance floor, taking selfies with friends and such, she spotted Monty off to the side, very characteristically standing in a corner with his Freddie Kreuger outfit on. With a smirk, Pari took up some bloody punch in two plastic cups and approached him. "So? Are you like slayed, O M G murdered, O M G hashtag-dying in a good way, or totally hashtag-kill-me in a bad way about this dance? It's okay if it's the latter, I'm open to criticism!"

Monty had been spending so much of this evening avoiding his cousin and any weird prodding about girls he should be dancing with that he’d accidentally ended up avoiding everyone. It wasn’t bad, though; there were few people he really liked talking to anyway, and the less people that got near him, the less likely he was to be called out for having taken off the finger-knife component of his costume. Still, Pari’s excited face was a welcome change from the watcher-on-the-wall act, and he offered her a half-smile, better than anyone else had gotten all night. “Can I create a new hashtag? I don’t want to have to share with Brandon,” Monty grumbled, even though he’d been having his own version of fun. “Hashtag-Pari looks like she’s having an awesome time so Monty’s glad she convinced him to come? Or is that too long?”

Pari couldn't contain the little squeal that rose up in her throat from learning that Monty was having fun. If he was able to enjoy himself, this dance must have really been a success. "Ah, you're having fun!" she exclaimed, clutching him by the bicep out of excitement. "That's great, though, I'm so glad this thing is really coming together." She bit her lip and glanced around the gym, unrecognizable in all its horror-y goodness. "And I'm glad that you're glad you came -- and dressed up. You look really good!" she eyed his Freddie Kreuger getup with a nod of approval, and crossed her arms over her chest.

Monty looked around. He didn't go to a lot of parties, but it seemed like it was a good one. Better than the cheesy Valentine's decorations and how nervous and weird he'd felt when he'd gotten paired with Ember after his dumb secret admirer gifts, at least. "Yeah, the decorations are cool. I hope they give people nightmares, how totally real would that be?" he asked her, wondering if he started to sound too much like Brandon around her. But oh well. She was his friend; she made it easy to get kind of excited and almost care about stuff. "Yeah! Also part of the whole nightmare thing, not just me being mean," he promised, tipping his Freddy hat towards her. "I mean, your costume's like you just walked out of a bucket of blood, the least I could do was wear a sweater and say '1, 2, Freddy's coming for you' when I want people to go away." He stood a little straighter at the compliment, still not used to them even after almost two whole years in Walt. "So did it turn out the way you wanted it to? I mean, it doesn't look like anything's missing, right? Except maybe your Boo-shadow, but I'm sure he'll find you again soon."

Pari laughed at Monty’s idea, knowing better than to be fooled by his costume and think that he was suddenly some social butterfly. He was still telling people to go away, and for some reason she was glad he hadn’t changed. It just meant she could keep trying to get him to come out of his shell, and even if he never did, at least this little game was fun. She shrugged at his question, beaming at the entirety of the dance. “I mean....I dunno! It’s horror and stuff, and it’s a huge success so I’m so grateful, but — and I wasn’t gonna tell anyone — but it’s also my birthday...? So I was kind of hoping for something a little more....magical. No matter how off-Brand and counterintuitive that would make this whole thing.” Pari shook her head, laughing at herself. She was just never satisfied, that was all.

Crap . Monty should have known when her birthday was, but he'd been completely unprepared for that. And he'd proven firsthand how rotten he was at gift-giving, but if he'd remembered he would have at least tried to do something nice for her. Now all he could do was be nice with his words, and that was always awkward for him; nice things didn't just flow out of his mouth without any effort the way they did for other people. "That's cool! So it's like, an unofficial party for you, everytime you see someone having fun you can think that it's in your honor," he tried tentatively, but the words felt clumsy and off-brand coming out of his mouth. Monty cleared his throat and tried again. "That's not dumb. I mean, if you said you wanted like, someone to carry you around while you sat on a throne or something and strangers showered you with presents, that would be dumb. But what, you just... want morp to be more like prom? With like, someone to give you flowers and dance with you and kiss you and tell you look pretty and stuff? Seems normal," Monty shrugged.

Pari scrunched up her nose at the idea of it being like a party for her -- that was so bougie, throwing an entire dance just to feel like people were celebrating her birthday. "I mean, kind of? Not really? I honestly forgot my own birthday when I planned this," she shrugged, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Okay, getting carried around on a throne and showered with presents doesn't sound bad..." she chuckled, "I'm totally joking. But yeah! I was so anti-prom but I guess since the Valentine's Ball went so bad for me, I feel kind of robbed of a magical night or something." She loved it all, but totally wished she could be wearing her pretty red dress and sparkly flats at an event that was so successful, not her bloody everything. Twiddling her thumbs, Pari looked up at Monty and gave a sigh as the song that was playing on the dance floor slowed down to a haunting balld. "Will you dance with me, Monty? I know I like to force you to do things out of your comfort zone but that isn't the reason I'm asking this time. It could be like a birthday present."

Monty scrunched his face up in disgust. "Nope, no way, if you're putting me on a portable throne you better be taking me to an alligator pit, because all the attention will make me want to get ripped apart by a bunch of chomping gators or something," Monty informed her matter of factly. "You're also just a sophomore and not allowed to go to prom anyway, so like... screw the system. But mostly screw the jerk who ditched you on Valentine's Day. Did you ever figure out who it was?" Monty tried to ask the question casually, but if Pari did know... well, Boo probably would have beaten him up already, but for Pari? Monty would definitely go back and beat him up again. Or at least pee in his shoes or something. Monty got distracted by Pari's question instead, though, and he swallowed the lump that instantly formed in his throat. He was a terrible dancer, and Pari would just end up disappointed... but even as he started to shake his head no, his words betrayed him. "You're not going to have fun, Brandon would be way better at this, but uh..." Monty rubbed his gloved hands together, giving Pari a second to change her mind, but when she actually seemed serious, he said, "But yeah, of course I'll dance with you. I got a little practice on Valentine's Day, so at least it was good for like, one thing." Monty extended his arm to her, using his free arm for a one-shouldered shrug. "Most magical dancing I can muster, here we go."

Pari laughed quietly at Monty's joke. "Attention isn't bad!" she smiled, "Except when it is bad. But most of the time, it's fun." That was one thing she'd learned this year -- that attention sucked when everyone was making fun of you, but was great when everyone was wanting to be your friend. "Yeah, screw him I guess -- and no. And I kind of never want to find out, for his own safety," she chuckled. Not that she would do anything, but Valentine's Day proved that she had some very dedicated friends and she didn't put it past Ember or Boo to fight for her honor or something. She shrugged when Monty responded to her request, having expected some kind of resistance from him. "I don't want to dance with Brandon, I want to dance with you," she chuckled, taking his arm and leading him out to the dance floor. "Oh yeah, you and Ember! How'd that go? Your secret admirer thing was super cute -- I hope it paid off," she smirked, putting her arms up on the boy's shoulders.

Monty pretended to gag, even though Pari was right. Monty just wasn't used to attention, at least not in any sort of normal way; and even if he started getting it now, he doubted it would be the good kind like Pari wanted and deserved. It wasn't about him, though; it was about her, and he was totally happy to step up and help her out whenever she needed him. "Hey! If you really didn't want us to hurt him, I'd just send Brandon to annoy him to death, that would probably be worse anyway," Monty grinned, amused by his own terrible ideas. "Okay, if I have to," Monty added, but he was still smiling; Pari would know he didn't mean it. Even if he'd been scowling, he had a feeling she knew he liked her enough that he didn't mean it. "Oh -- uh, she didn't think I was a total creep? She just also didn't like me, which is fine. I like, temporarily lost my mind anyway, I'm not like the secret admirer type," Monty shrugged as he gently put his hands on Pari's waist, hoping he was doing this right. It was what he'd done before, and for some reason, he was just as nervous tonight as he'd been at Valentine's Day, dancing with a pretty girl who was totally way too cool for him but who was like, willing to hang around him anyway. "Besides, if it had gone well, I'd probably be here with her tonight and then I wouldn't be able to be your poser-prince."

Pari stifled a laugh at the boy's jab at his cousin. She loved Brandon, really, she did, so that's why she didn't want to outwardly LOL at Monty's comment, but she also very much understood where Monty was coming from. "That really does sound like a better plan!" she mused, nodding with a giggle. Once they were dancing, Pari settled her arms around his neck and gave a contented sigh. This was nice -- exactly what she'd hoped for out of prom night (er...morp night). "She didn't like you?!" she asked, admittedly a little shocked -- Ember was so cool and so was Monty so like, why not? "That sucks, but at least she didn't think you were a creep. That's good," she chuckled, holding him a bit closer once his hands found her hips. "Yeah, I guess that's true! But I mean, there's nothing bad about being a poser prince. Aladdin posed as a prince and he got his princess and a whole kingdom," Pari shrugged. She'd always loved listening to her dad tell that story of how he helped a street rat woo the princess. "So you could totally be Aladdin in this scenario."

Monty pursed his lips. "Close enough," he admitted. He wasn't sure if Ember had actually said those words directly, but it had felt a lot like an I don't like you to his fragile ears. Enough like one to where he'd managed to put the other girl out of his head almost entirely since Valentine's Day had happened, at least, and just focus on the friends thing. He didn't want to be gross and extra like Brandon was about that Liam boy, anyway; if something ever did work out between Monty and a girl, he had every intention of being more cool and chill about it. Or at least, he thought he did, but hearing Pari talk about how he could be cool like Aladdin gave him a weird surge of confidence. Aladdin was cool, Aladdin got the princess, Aladdin was all kinds of stuff Monty usually was not. But tonight, maybe Monty could be. He seemed to be doing a good job of giving her the fantasy night she wanted, dancing with her and complimenting her and stuff, but didn't prom movies always have kisses? Without overthinking it too much, Monty ducked his head down and pressed his lips to Pari's, like cool guys always seemed to do at the end of the stories she liked so much.

Pari gave a small, sad sigh when Monty admitted to Ember not liking him. That must have really sucked — he went through so much effort just to get kind of rejected, and on Valentine’a Day, no less! And she had been so engrossed in her own drama that night that she didn’t even notice. Planning this morp had really taken a lot out of her — she was so out of the loop from her friends’ lives. Giving him a little ego boost with the Aladdin talk seemed like the best she could do. But then, suddenly, Monty’s Head dipped down and his lips were on hers. Pari’s eyes widened at first, glancing around to be sure this was really happening. She’d never been kissed before, and once she got over the initial shock, it felt...great. She kissed back for just a second before pulling away. “Whoa,” Pari gulped, looking up at Monty’s eyes with a little bit of confusion and fear in her own. She was speechless. Part of her wanted to know what possessed him to do that, and the other part of her didn’t care — she just wanted to kiss him again. But the first side was winning, and she continued to stand there, staring at him, frozen.

Monty hadn't really been reading any logical, decipherable signs to get to deciding he was going to kiss Pari; he'd just sort of lost his mind and let it happen. At least this mind loss was more spontaneous than his weird gifts for Ember, although he'd been scared it was about to have the same results. But then Pari kissed back, and Monty stopped worrying if he was doing it wrong or if his friend totally wanted to slap him or get Boo to murder him instead and just went with it, for as long as she seemed like he wanted to. It felt good, and he almost wished he'd thought of kissing people as like, a thing he could actually do way sooner... Except a part of him sort of thought kissing other girls wouldn't be as good. Pari was his favorite one, even if he'd never thought about just how much better he liked her than the other's before. "Oh, uh -- was that a good prince impersonation, or would I have been a better prince if I'd asked if it was okay first?"

Pari gulped, gazing up at Monty. She was unsure of what was supposed to come next. She'd never kissed anyone, let alone a good friend. Where were they supposed to go from here? In movies, this was where the credits would roll -- but then again, if this were a movie, there would've been some kind of epic narrative that all led up to this. As Pari started recounting what had to have been romantic moments with Monty that she'd somehow missed in their time together as friends, he asked some kind of cute and funny question and her mind went blank. A smile grew on her lips and she stood on her toes to kiss him again before deciding this would be a good time to 'go check things' as the organizer of the dance. But really, she just wanted to leave things on a positive note without them getting too awkward. "No, you were a perfect prince," she nodded, before kissing him firmly one last time. She pulled away and started backing up into the crowd. "I'm gonna go check around. See you at school on Monday!" And with that, Pari ran off into the crowd with the biggest, dopiest smile on her face while she tried to process what could've possibly just happened.

[j2madhatters]

I think that if the wives (or D) were there, there would be pictures of her and J taken with fans. Have you seen anything on SM? I sure haven't

anon 2: Jared just posted about the akf tshirt for LGBT pride month. Its lovely, and I just hope that he will find courage too and one day be out and proud.

anon 3: So, let me get this straight. J/D post an intimate photo of themselves on their couch in a kiss (which is weird because they never take post that kind of pda stuff AND it was taken by someone else which is also strange) and at the EXACT SAME TIME Jared is out at the bars by himself taking tons of pics with fans. Is this a case of ramping up the het as payback for #datenight?

anon 4: guys did you see the latest damage control pic ? lol Jensen. why do I think that was “Nesnej” tho ? and lmao did that hashtag create that much trouble for J to go through with this. Sigh I wish things could be slightly different but anyway dont they get tired of being on the toes with this kinda stuff, at all times. Jeez

I’m going to cover all of these together because they’re all related. This is going to get long, lol.

#Datenight was the start, the instigating factor, of everything that’s followed, the Danneel & Tiffany pic, the J/D pic, and of Jared being seen out alone (aka not with Jensen).

Het stans were all over Jared on twitter, FB, and IG, berating him for using that hashtag on a pic of him and Jensen out to dinner without their wives. J2 were at a tiny table in the upper section of Red Ash Italia and Leo Resig came over for a selfie with them, prompting Jared to post the selfie first, to get ahead of the information since it was going to get posted by Leo, choosing to add #datenight since they’re used to getting away with all sorts of behavior at cons (groping, caressing, heart eyes, etc.). But #datenight was a step too far for hetsapparently, maybe because it wasn’t con-related and they couldn’t handwave it away as playful, maybe because hats call J2′s nights out “date night”. Either way, they flipped their lids over it.

Then screenshots of a photo and post of Leo’s wife, Tiffany, and Danneel suddenly start making the rounds. A post from her private IG, which had only been mentioned once by Gen, in her girl’s night out post with Danneel and Tiffany from April 24:

The photo/post from Tiffany tagged her husband, J2, Danneel, and Gen, but she misspelled both Danneel and Gen’s usernames. Odd, considering IG pops up the usernames of people you follow and who follow you as you type them for you to click on, and she does follow them:

@danneelackles215u? @nowadgen?

Also odd is that her account is private, but she’s been accepting all follow requests, even from obvious fangirls (I know, because she accepted mine which only has five posts and only follows five IG’s including J2, lol).

Even more odd is that her account had 1312 posts on May 30, the day before the post (thanks to google cache and instami’s IG feed), and still only had 1312 posts on June 1, the day after the #datenight post and after Tiffany made her post:

One last oddity, Tiffany’s photo was taken outside of a different restaurant than the #datenight photo. #Datenight was at the Red Ash Italia, but Tiffany’s photo is outside and walking away from Searsucker (you can see the lit up “T” of the “EAT” sign behind them):

And that girl’s night out photo Gen posted on April 24? Was taken at Searsucker, at one of their marble tables:

Hmm..

IMO, Tiffany deleted her original photo with Danneel (from girl’s night out on April 24) and reposted it June 1, adding all the hubby tags to help out with the #datenight fallout. This would also account for the fact that her post total didn’t change at all.

Which brings us to June 2 and the J/D pic and Jared out and about by himself. Since the Tiffany pic didn’t convince anyone over at the gossip comm, more clean up and bearding coverup was needed. So J/D ran over to the Red Ash Italia to take a photo sharing a donut at the chef’s table/bar in the lower section of the restaurant, either hoping no one would notice that Jensen is wearing a different shirt (lol, het stans were trying to claim it was the same shirt, but the lighting made it so much lighter), or just as a ‘look how romantic we are, there’s nothing to wonder about’ effort. And she even tagged it with the location, #redashatx, which she doesn’t usually do.

But who took the photo? Jensen didn’t, unless he’s secretly Reed Richards (his shoulder is too far forwards to be holding the camera), and Danneel certainly didn’t.

Nope, Jared took the photo. A fan who lives in Austin took a pic of J2 leaving the Red Ash together on June 2 and sent it to his grandmother, who tweeted it. The het stans then descended upon her, demanding she take it down to protect J2′s privacy and she’s deleted the pic and locked her account down:

(#RespectPrivacy lol, I don’t recall her going after the fan who took the sneaky pic of J/D at ACL.)

(Hopefully, someone saved the J2 pic before it was deleted and will kindly send it in.)

Which brings us to Jared out and about in Austin last night, at a couple bars (Kung Fu Saloon and San Jac Saloon) and at a party (?) playing ping pong (barefoot, so cute!) for a brief total amount of time. This was more of the same game, more of the old ‘hey, we’re not joined at the hip, look we spent a whole hour or two apart’. It’s all smoke and mirrors, it’s sleight of hand, it’s ‘look over here so you won’t notice what I’m really doing’.

In conclusion, J2 had a #datenight, het stans had an aneurysm, Tiffany tried to help out, J/D played clean up (with Jared’s help), and Jared played decoy. But a fan got a pic of J2, setting everything on fire, and het stans had another aneurysm. -Admin D

(Edit 1: pardon my typos, I think I’ve caught them all.)

(Edit 2: now continued in part 2 and part 3.)

[ark-of-eden]

R is drunk and raving (not in the party way).

(R:) Additionally, I’m procrastinating like a fucking champion at working on fic construction, so you know the best use of my time is going off about random social media crap on the internet.

tl;dr: Putting all commentary in tags on Tumblr makes R cry and shit thousands of words into the Internet.

Every social media site inevitably develops sets of unwritten social conventions. Some of them actually make sense as being derived from meatspace etiquette and therefore you don’t really have to stress about remembering them as long as you play nice like a decent creature.

And some of them just don’t make any fucking sense that I can see. Folks on Twitter using a deliberately space-limited form of media to write a page’s worth or more in a string of 30+ rapidfire tweets? This is just how it’s done over there? (Tweetlonger exists but for some reason these massive chain-tweeters never seem to use it. Same with posting the whole thing in a long-form site like LJ/DW/Tumblr and just linking it to a tweet.)

And Tumblr has things that I literally had to put effort into learning after I migrated here, and after I learned about them I frankly decided to ignore them because I couldn’t see the point in them. Tumblr has this bizarre allergy to commentary and, likely derived from that, the practice of instead commenting by putting it all in awkward tags that render the tagging system not especially useful and are harder to get to if you’re actually interested in an individual’s thoughts about a thing and not just the twelfth instance of the same post crossing your dash in a day or two. It’s not like you can’t engage with people, because asks and messaging and such exist, but like...there’s this strong sense that it’s Terribly Ill-Mannered to weigh in with your own impressions right there, in the body of the post, typing your own words in that seductive, wide-open text box that appears all on its own when you go to reblog something. The properly-socialized Tumblrite eschews that tempting text field and instead posts weird sentence fragments in tag form (interspersed with actual tags that might serve to usefully categorize the post’s content), to the extent that some people can add on a good couple paragraphs of material down among the hashtags where others need to go looking for it on purpose if they want it. (I, at least, haven’t been able to find a plugin or something that automatically expands full tags on all posts so that I don’t have to fuck around with extra interface elements to get to them. I admit that I haven’t looked super hard, though.)

Preserving the original form of the OP’s post is a noble practice that I heartily support, but how is adding commentary a problem if you’re only adding a separate thing, not taking away or altering anything in the original...? This was already a practice/convention/code of social interaction on Tumblr when I got here, so I was never in the front row to witness this element taking shape. I suppose it must have made good sense at the time, but every time I see ten people reblogging the same post with no additions and a paragraph of tags appended to it, it’s like a splinter in my brain that has been digging into me for years now.

And I’m not hating on people who do that! I get that that’s The Way It’s Done Here and I am the deviant weirdo for continually adding comments directly onto things that I reblog. Tags are where individuality lives here, unless you’re producing your own original posts, which I guess other people are then supposed to reblog without commentary so that you have to go hunting after all the reblogs individually if you want to get an actual sense of what these people were all thinking when they reblogged your thing. It all just seems...so...WORK INTENSIVE, refusing to use site functions as they were intended??

Look, I absolutely know that my commentary is not the work of incisive genius that unfailingly adds value to every post I find worthy of my attention. We’re pretty much solid shitposting on this blog. Because I’m a little loaded at the moment and that gives me a handy excuse to run my fingers like an idiot (plus I put that readmore up there, so if your eyes are actually consuming these words, you have only yourself to blame for being here), let me run down relevant history of how we got here.

LJ was home for a good long while. Then shit got seriously messed up and Dreamwidth was created as a better LJ, so we migrated all our stuff over there. And journaling sites along those lines still feel like a native environment. I, in particular, am the most long-winded piece of shit we know and I am honestly incapable of talking about anything of worth in short form. It’s a sickness and I just sort of have to own it. :/ But that’s why journaling sites are a good place for me to live, because that’s where people go when they have the inclination to read meandering scrawls about the depths of other people’s lives or whatever.

We went to Twitter for a good while because all the cool people we knew from LJ were going there for some unfathomable reason. These people wrote things that were complex and fascinating to read, so all of them jumping ship to a place that limited them to 140-character chunks made no damn sense, but we loved those people and wanted to trust that they knew what the hell they were doing. And they probably did, and a couple of us were actually okay with Twitter, but I, being the long-winded shitpiece, spent a lot of time frustrated and kind of overstimulated.

Then things started going to hell more and more consistently for me personally (and us generally by extension, but that’s unnecessary detail). Bunkering down specifically to protect people that you care about from the fallout of your crazy is a fairly common thing for mentally-ill people to do, I think. So I’d shut up online until I felt stable enough to talk to people again. Those periods lasted a few days, then a week or more, then a month, then eventually I stopped talking entirely. I missed the LJ/DW format, but in the past I’d written about life events and things I was thinking about and such, so...at the time, all I really had to write about was the bad stuff. So LJ/DW was basically unusable as well.

I literally came here to be as shallow as I could possibly manage. Tumblr had a rapid, chaotic flow similar to Twitter, but could hold longer content like LJ/DW. We’ve never really used the site’s full functionality at any point, though. For at least a year, all we were following was the most lightweight, zero-calorie entertainment that we could find. (We actually came here for Flight Rising content, so there was a lot of that.) Being engaged with fandom in any consistent respect is an extremely recent thing.

And I’m not saying that fandom hasn’t got depth and complexity because it absolutely does and that’s one of the beautiful things about shared fan experiences. I kind of got into that sort of fandom by accident after getting here and rediscovering Transformers. But the unvoiced policy that I’ve always had here is to avoid the Too Real and dodge serious topics whenever possible. Thus, no gender theory, no neurodivergence or multiplicity, no nonhumanity, no religion or UPG, nothing with real substance behind it that bared real vulnerabilities. (Apparently this was a good move anyway because the nonhuman and multiplicity situation here on Tumblr is a bit of a clusterfuck? I honestly wouldn’t know, as I haven’t made a lot of effort to link up with those folks.) That’s still the policy. That might remain the policy forever until I reach some vaguely-defined threshold of sanity that makes me worthy of talking about those things in places and formats that other people can interact with.

And I’m sorry for all this talk about mental illness, but it’s simpler just to explain things clearly. I likely won’t go into any more detail about it on Tumblr. Or anywhere else, because I care about people even if I’ve never met them or talked to them at all and I still want to keep it all in the bunker to protect good people from the crazy. Sometimes, all you can do is just prevent the damage from spilling out into other people’s lives, and that’s the place that I usually operate from.

I’m still pretty drunk, so I’m allowed to ramble from too much truth serum, but all of that explanation was to get around to saying that the format of online communication that is most intuitive to me is the long, oversharing gut-spill of random people talking about things that are really meaningful to them - not in the sense of elaborate philosophy or artsy epistles to the cosmos, but just people being super real about things that are meaningful to them and going into lots of detail about them because gushing about things you love is great. And it’s possible to get that sort of discussion and gushing in Tumblr fandom, and I love it because it reminds me of better times, and the fact that I love it is WHY IT MAKES ME SO GODDAMN FRUSTRATED that Tumblr culture is basically stifling discussion and feedback and RESPONSE to things that people find interesting!!

Like, here’s how I see it. Unlike on LJ/DW, where you were limited to hyperlinking to a cool post in one of your own posts if you wanted your readers to go check it out, on Tumblr, if you find a super cool thing, you can pull it directly into your space and let other people experience it directly, exactly as you experienced it. But the thing is, I also subscribe to the My Blog My House concept. If I pull a thing into my “home,” I do it because there’s something homelike about it; it belongs in my home for some specific reason. I don’t take “ownership” of an item in the sense that I’m claiming it in place of its creator, but I’m taking ownership of it in the sense that it’s part of my Stuff now and it’ll get my fingerprints all over it and be blended into the general morass of Stuff that I recognize as my home. I don’t just pull random crap into my home for no reason at all.

And I just figure that other people are similar in the sense that they reblog things for distinct, unique reasons, not in the sense that they have some master plan for their blog content (some do, but it’s not necessary), but just that they have compelling reasons why they pick certain bits of content out of the larger river of their dashboard and put it in their own space for people to experience with them. I follow people based on the interesting things that they find interesting. I’m interested in why they’re interested in those things. They seem like interesting people to me because they’re interested in what they’re interested in.

But the WHY is a really important part of the equation for me. Did this person reblog that photo because they’ve been to that place themselves, because they like that kind of tree, because they reblog photos with that color scheme every Thursday? Did that person reblog that piece of art because they love that character, because they’re studying that art medium, because it reminded them of something funny they saw somewhere else? People attach their own context to things that they latch onto. It’s so freaking weird to me that people have to hide their interpretations or impressions in tags here on Tumblr, making them unimportant and optional in the process of sharing things they like with others. (Okay, people also share a lot of things they hate, but reasons for outrage are still part of the context that one adds to content.)

I WANT TO KNOW WHY YOU CARE ABOUT WHAT YOU’RE SHOWING ME. I WANT TO KNOW WHAT MAKES IT IMPORTANT TO YOU. I WANT TO KNOW WHAT IT MAKES YOU THINK AND FEEL. Even if it’s a blurb about how giant robots fuck or a cute kitten video, I NEED TO KNOW THESE THINGS.

Not in excruciating detail or with insightful analysis or even a lot of text at all. Mostly, the things that people put in tags are things that, to me, are a really crucial part of the experience of being able to go into someone’s “home” and see the Stuff that they chose to put in it. Reducing oneself to a glorified signal repeater is...okay, I guess, though it turns a Tumblr blog into a kind of faceless stream of other people’s material a lot of the time. The personal touch is what makes it all interesting. And I’m just unutterably frustrated that, somewhere along the line, it was decided that personalizing an experience by sharing one’s own impressions of it became rude enough that polite society decided that it had to be hidden away in tags. I want all of it, so I do go looking for it, but omg it requires MORE EFFORT and BURNING CALORIES and BODILY MOVEMENT and WAAAAH, you know what I mean. :P

And possibly Tumblr society is right and it’s done for a good, decent purpose and I’m being pigheaded and uncool by insisting on doing things my way without bothering to try and understand the local customs. I’m not usually that much of an asshole, but I am about this, for some reason. And I admit that my craving for those personal touches could very well spring from how utterly isolated and lonely I am, so maybe normal people really don’t need all the extra info and actually do just want mostly-impersonal streams of content. And that’s fine, since I know I’m kind of a weirdo even on my best days.

I’m pretty sure that that was all that I really wanted to say. I’m probably overreacting about the whole comments-in-tags thing. Like I said, it’s kind of an irrational irritation. Also, I need to stop before I write myself sober and no longer have an excuse for all of this. If you actually read all of that, you are an awesome, generous person and I’m pretty damn certain that I love you even though I have no idea who you are.

[dontdropthedoughnut]

14 March 2020 - I had a look around and these are the themes who’s aesthetic I want to steal

So I looked through the Tumblr accounts I’m following above are the ones with the clean and minimal foundation that I want but also the pop of colour I’m looking for.

To be honest, the difference between these blogs and mine is that they have a logo which brings the pop of colour I’m looking for and even thought it’s not colour all over the whole blog, it still has a big impact. Also because there’s actually artwork on the blog it seems more colourful as well compared to mine which is a lot of text most of the time. 

So doing a quick analysis, these are the points I want to grab and incorporate into my blog:

The blog links and headings are to the left of the page.

The sidebar to remain static when scrolling through the blog (so the important information and links are visible at all times).

Each post is dated (not super suuuper essential but it would be nice just to mark the consistency of my blog posting. Also, kinda weird quirk but if I was someone coming across my blog or one similar, I’d want to know when it was that it was posted).

The blog info is visible on the home page.

Marie Lucie Theme: Cassadaga by MBACANI - The posts are central of the page - The hashtags are visible under each post - The side bar with the icon and information is quite far into the centre of the page

Olivia When Theme: Cassadaga by MBACANI - The icon is a gif (I didn’t know that could be a thing.

Sidenote: I didn’t realise that these two blog had the same template until just writing out this part of the post. But what’s good to see is that there are slight differences between the looks of each bog which means that it has flexibility to the custom-ability.

Jennifer Xiao Theme: ville-noire.com (the site is currently unavailable) - The icon is a gif

Matt Rockefeller (saving the favourite for last) Theme: Unknown (possibly he created the theme himself) - The font looks amazing. Don’t know how to explain it but it’s evenly spaced with slick and sharp edges giving a very professional look. It’s not too rounded, not too narrow or wide and has the chunky boldness that I like in title fonts. Also it’s very easily readable. - The solidness of the black type contrasts well with the pops of colours of his icon artwork which has no black. - Each post has the info I want; date posted (well...almost, it has the amount of months ago which it was posted. If I was being suuuper finicky, having the exact date would be more preferable.), and tags.

In conclusion I’m glad I did this little analysis exercise because I discovered some aspects I wanted which I hadn’t thought of before; mainly that I want a sidebar for the information and links rather than a header. I wish I’d done this exercise as part of my professional practise exercise in my final year of uni, could have gotten myself some more points.

Anyways, after all this effort I’ve decided to go for a theme which is actually not listed above but I did come across whilst snooping through art Tumblrs. You can see it here https://losassen.tumblr.com/ on Lauren Sassen’s Tumblr. I like the neatness of the boxed links and the visibility of the next page arrow. 

[stradestergirl96-blog]

So I’m still pretty new to Tumblr in the sense that like I still don’t know how to use it, but I think I’m gonna use for my thoughts basically. Just record whatever I’m thinking. “Thought of the Day” type of feel. Is that a thing already? Probably. #totd (I’m pretty I’ve seen that hashtag somewhere.) 

ANYWAYS! My thought today is coffee/caffeine and my recent journey/relationship with it. 

So I are grew up in a Mormon = Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saint household and we/they as a whole choose to not partake of any “hot drinks”. I feel like there’s a lot of controversy behind this topic, because I get a lot of questions about caffeine. “Why don’t you drink it?” “Why is it a rule?” “Why do you follow that rule?” “Can you drink caffeinated sodas?” To my understanding, we can drink caffeinated sodas, but we don’t drink coffee or caffeinated tea because that tends to be more addicting. 

Now with that being said, I’m not saying that you can’t be addicted to soda, because, trust me, I know plenty of people who can’t go a day with their daily dose of Diet Dr Pepper (calling out every stereotypical Mormon Mom out there). That is NOT what I’m saying. What I’m saying is that this is what I’ve been taught. This is in no way factual or true doctrine. Again, just what is in my mind. 

I never had a problem with this “rule” (lack of a better term, because they are to rules; you actively choose to do them on your own free will; you’re kicked out if you don’t do these things; it’s just easier to say rule, so I’m going to do that) because I hated the smell of coffee. Not in a sense that I didn't like the smell--which I didn’t--it was more so that even the tiniest whiff would give me the biggest headache I was out for the count. Fast forward to my working years and I became a barista! I worked there for a year, but those first couple months were brutal! I was popping Advil like nobody’s business! Eventually I was fine and started craving the smell of coffee. 

One day I was working and just was not waking up. I had had a long day of previous at my other two jobs that I had and was basically falling asleep standing up. I decided to have a half of a small cup of coffee. (Yes, I did feel a little bit of guilt because of my upbringing, but again, this is what I chose because I do have free agency and it is still my life to live the way I want.) Tried it, didn’t like it and it just didn’t wake me up, but more so just made my heart start racing. Didn’t like it. Never had any again, but enjoyed (for the most part) making some for other people!

Jump to this past summer. In the span of the barista job to now, I had had a cup or two from Dutch Bros Coffee because I am a sucker for anything peppermint and they have this Iced Peppermint Bark Mocha that spoke to me on a personal level I would have them every so often, but I was more of a Rebel drinker myself. Summer comes and I’m a lifeguard making this my 7th summer doing so and my 4th summer being a swim coach. So I know what the early mornings feel like and being a swimmer myself, I know how hard it is to get up in the morning. Me being the head coach of my pool, I had 3 assistants under me helping me with my team. Two of my assistants religiously get Starbucks every morning. I guess one of them decided that I looked too tired because they got me coffee the next morning. They got me a Venti and I downed the whole thing in like 30 min. I had so much more energy than previous mornings and had that high for the rest of the 5 hours that I had to work outside in the 110 degree weather! 

The next morning my other assistant brought me coffee and I had the same result! As the summer went one, these two assistants tag-teamed bringing me coffee every morning! (Don’t know if they thought they would get brownie points, but I wasn’t going to turn it down and I, of course, paid them back, whether it be actually paying for the drink or buying them a drink every once in a while when I had time.) Summer ends and now I literally can’t go a day without coffee without having to take at least like two naps that day. So I guess I was nicely given an addiction to caffeine and now most of my paychecks go Starbucks or Dutch Bros. 

If you made it to the end, I’m seriously impressed. I don’t find myself all that interesting and I appreciate your interest in this weird story about coffee. Welp, I’m gonna go get my third cup today and head to work! Kisses!!

[callousedwings]

Tips n Experience: San Diego’s 2017 Adventure Hunt

First and foremost, we want to say utmost appreciation to Adventure Hunt. THANK YOOOOH! for collaborating with us! Click here for our unboxing experience. Remember to check when is your city’s Adventure Hunt will commence. There are still more until August so get your tickets.

This post is sponsored by Adventure Hunt.co, all opinions are our own. 

Content :

Ratings

Tips

Our Experience

How’s it?

It was the first question everyone threw at us. It was exhaustingly exciting. We can finish a whale-size buffet right around now.

It is addicting! It’s a boost to our ego for every time we solved it without a hint or just a second after receiving the clue.

It is weird! Because we came in as strangers to other teams and came out still not knowing their names, or some of us seemed to not care anyway, but since we all have the same goal, we help each other, albeit some of us are more reluctant than others.

We’ll come back for more! No seriously, we also have recruited some more people. So Adventure Hunt.co, what can we say except your welcome!!

Adventure Hunt Ratings

Game clarity: 3.8/5 (it is super easy once you know what to do but the app or website doesn't spell the details, see tips below)

Challenge: 5/5 (balance between hard and easy, teamwork and singles)

Distance: 4.8/5 (doesn't need to spend too much on gas)

Location: 2.5/5 (would love to be directed to places that doesn't have too much traffic and parking difficulties)

Overall: 4/5

Tips on how to Adventure Hunt

One thing that we would like to be improved is putting these posting directions in the

How To page

1. Hunters have to post the intro challenges in Instagram and most if not all of these challenges need to be videos, not pictures. They also need to be tagged @adventurehunt.co and #adventurehunt (type these in your Instagram caption!) to be confirmed. Then once hunters involvement is confirmed, the app will send the first clue.

2. One app is enough to confirm, but if hunters want to do it faster, check different intro challenges in different apps to save time.

3. Once the hunt begins, the hunters wouldn’t be required to post on Instagram anymore. However, hunters need to be sure to stay on the point of interest until they receive the next clue. If not, they will have to go back at the point of interest (we wasted time going back and forth to the car). Hunters are recommended to take pictures (cuz it’s fun) and videos as personal documentation. But highly recommended to share the video of the hunt or reaction in snapchat for votes on transportation fee to Panama (free ticket anyone?)

4. Think outside the box, we meant words. The clues are meant to be confusing. Names are usually not a person or a place. Numbers are usually not meant to be read as numbers. And get your history right. Yep them British is coming. 

5. Watch those distance alert. “You are in XX feet of the next clue.” Some of these are in walking, or running whichever you inclined to, distance.

Additional tips for hunters.

Bring an extra person. Seriously, unless you’re a very highly experienced videographer or you have 4 arms and hands and two brains in additional to what your team have or you have the lady luck on your side to get parking spots for everytime you get to point of interest (if not, one of you need to stay in the car because duh), we could not emphasize this more. It will help you enjoy the fun and care less of the stress. Your extra person doesn’t have to buy the ticket and be in the hunt, but they also will not be in Panama, so that’s that.

Do not rely on other teams to tag you in Instagram or videotape you. They have their own hunt to think about. Don’t you?

Be considerate! Don’t stop in the middle of a two-way street kay? Especially when those two-way streets are smack dab in the middle of public recreational places. Go around and make sure all of your phones are on so you can let the other know, “Where you at?”. If one of you is in the car, your app will tell you when your partner managed to stop scurrying around and stand still on the point of interest, so then you can go back to pick your partner up. Or something else better is..

Bring an extra phone that you don’t use for your app. The app is a voltage guzzler. You will add opened map app, and google app on top of it. Or just bring an extra person and use their phone as a form of communication. Divide and conquer.

Without further ado, let’s hunt!

Adventure Hunt San Diego 2017

She opened her eyes and saw two big dark brown eyes staring back at her.

“Hunt day!”

Urgh, too loud too early.

“Stop it,” she whined and closed her eyes.

She no longer felt the bed on her left arm. Then a slight tug made her slid over the sheet.

“Where are the bags?” She heard the second voice, further away from her.

“Car and the other room.” She felt the bed shook. “Wake up or buhbye.”

That was it. She’s not gonna be left behind for this big day. Grabbing the avatar Korra’s costume, she marched to the bathroom and got on with her morning routine.

“Red bags...” Mom’s voice trailing off to the garage.

“Charger...” Pap’s voice followed.

Oh noes, she gotta get out soon because the next sound was the growling of their car. The trip to their first stop was not that long, but they didn’t leave the house on time.

“I want a real nice breakfast. Not greasy fast food,” Pap complained.

No time for that though. They smashed the breakfast burrito and burger into their mouth and jumped out to the park. There were already people racing with the other teams. They were late.

“Nine oh one,” Mom dug the phone out of her bag. “How do we do this?”

“How am I suppose to know?” Pap said.

Mom approached the other teams and soon she was recording her and Papa before getting busy with whatever she was typing. Hashbrown? Hastag? Hashtag? Something like that.

“Wow, everyone is on their phone,” she remarked.

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#Mannequin challenge

Mom and Pap just mumbled in agreement. Adults. Well, at least they had fun. Doing whatever YMC dance, racing, tug of wars, and climbing on 5 adults.

“She was so tiny, I barely feel her,” one of the adults commented. Mom laughed, so it must have been a good thing. Then it was the drive to the rock climbing place. It was familiar and it was great to be in her zone.

“Where is it?” Pap grumbled at first. When they finally found it, another team arrived next to them. Having the same thought, she heard Mom said.

It matters not. They finally got the first clue.

“What the heck are we suppose to do?” Mom raced to ask the other team that borrowed her red Adventure bag after slamming the door by the first clue’s area.

She breathed hard. Her body felt warm under the sun. But it was the running that squeeze her diagphram and lungs together. She could feel hot heavy brick weighed down on her chest. Pap, on the other hand, run like a gazelle even without cheetah on his back. Maybe he was the cheetah. One minute he was in front of her, next he teleported. She heard Mom’s ragged breath. Both were trying to keep up.

“We need to train.” Mom’s pant was drowning her voice. Or was that her loud breaths.

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Bloopers on the hunt.

“Hurry slowpokes!” They heard his voice but not even his shadow was in their peripheral.

They finally decided for Mom to stay in the car. As for her? She’s holding for dear life on Pap’s shoulders.

“URGH!” Pap spat to the ground. Running left and right to find the next clue. He was frustrated at his app. How he had to go back to the last clue. Good thing the car was close by. Not to mention Mom’s phone decided to give up right at the perfect time.

“We just have to stay long enough!” They finally found out. Watching over Pap struggling to punch those words into the screen of his then cracked phone was entertaining, albeit a little scary. His face was about to blow just like those boiling anime character’s head. Thankfully they stopped using the Instant something. Sounded a lot like Instant noodle, useless at time like this. Although, instant curry noodle sounded very delish right then.

“Somebody won.” Mom sighed.

Pap reached out to pet her head. “I have fun. We have fun. It’s ok.”

Mom cracked a smile. A weak smile.

“Let’s grab a lunch and finish it. Ok?” Pap encouraged us.

“Panama?”

Pap grabbed his phone back and glanced at it. “We can still get Panama. In the future. Maybe in a couple days.”

“As long as we finish it. Yes?” Mom asked.

“Yes, yes. Let’s finish it.” Pap closed his eyes. “Just need food now. My brain’s fried and my body is running on fumes.”

“Ok.” Mom relented. “Grab a big lunch and finish this.”

And they did. A big pot of hot steaming garlicky stir fried monster protein dish and two stops with a side of running around for the last clues later, they arrived at the last stop.

“I saw plenty of holes near the spot.” Pap was chuckling. “Somebody really tried to find that treasure chest.”

“We’re done?” She stared at Mom and Pap.

“Yes monster, we finish it!” Mom smiled.

She knew Mom’s competitive streak might be her downfall at this particular day, but she also knew they had fun together, catching their breaths, and maybe catching a curse word or two that Pap was vomiting inside those random long mumbles, but they were done and they did have fun.

“Next year for sure!” Pap said.

They all agreed with a loud high five all around.

Any other tips you would like to be added here? Are you looking fwd for next year?