#Enough ranting in the tags

[ishipthis]

iDidn't see this coming - Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I wasn't going to put this on tumblr because of its contents. 😳 But you voted so here it is. ❤️ Please be aware, if you did not like chapter one there is no way you are going to like chapter two. Like really, I mean it, you will not like it. Abort Mission. This is literally 30% Creddie smut. I can't say it anymore plainly. If you're not up for that, do not click past the read more section. It will hurt your eyes.

“It’s going to be totally fine, you’re going to be totally fine. So you kind of crossed a line with Freddie last night, it’s not like you had phone sex, your clothes stayed on, Carly, your clothes stayed on” It’s not the positive affirmation repetition she’s become accustomed to, but if positive affirmations are going to save their friendship, she’s going to positive affirmation the crap out of this morning. 

“I am loved and worthy….. And it’s going to be fine.”

“I am complete as I am, others simply support me…. Especially Freddie who is not going anywhere because he’s my best friend and any decisions we made last night will be forgotten this morning because that was the deal and we will be totally fine.”

“Today I align myself with freedom, growth and joy….. And the assurance that Freddie and I are going to be fine” She’s not spiraling, she’s not.

“My body is a vessel of wellness and… Ugh who am I kidding?! You’re a body of Lies! What did you do to me, urges? How dare you, libedo? Good going, hormones, I hope you’re happy with what you’ve done.” Carly groans, the colour draining out of her face as she takes in the sight of herself again, flushed cheeks, wide eyes, messed up hair. It was one of the best sleeps of her life. But not the point. It was a one time thing, a terrible miscalculation, a monumental slip…. A drunken mistake…. That she can’t stop rereading again, and again, and again.

(Seriously, final warning, do not read down if you are not ready for 🌶🌶🌶. You have been warned.)

“I’d walk you to your room with your legs still wrapped around my waist and I’d drop you on to the bed, kissing you deeply before moving my attention lower.”

“Lower? How low? You’re making my heart race”

“Just a little lower. I’d kiss down your neck but then I’d pull away so I could remove some of those clothes. I’d start with your shoes… and then your socks, and then I’d shimmy those pants down your legs and let them join the pile…… And you should see mine, feel like it’s beating through my ears”

“Why?”

“You know why, Carly”

“I’d ask you to take your pants off too, and I’d lift my shirt over my head and hand it to you, so you could add it our pile”

“Why?” he mimics

“You know why, Freddie”

Ugh. Just the thought of what they did next starts getting her all hot and bothered again. But, she thinks, Still technically not phone sex. All physical items of clothing stayed on. At least that’s something?

Ding.

She panics, dropping her phone into the empty sink before grabbing it out again. Harper. She’s not disappointed, she’s not. It’s totally fine. Fine. 

‘Hey Bestie, Vinet turned out to be vin-no, he wouldn’t even make me eggs. Who does that, after I put all MY eggs in his basket last night. Anywayyyy it’s okay, Spencer’s insta shows he’s got a chef making him waffles, so I’ll meet you there, kay?’

Waffles. She could do waffles. Maybe waffles is exactly what she needs to stop looking at her stupid phone. Yes, waffles will be great. 

She looks to the mirror one final time, steeling herself. “I am cool, calm and collected….. And I am not going to look at my phone again because Freddie is my best friend and I don’t have feelings for him. ” Hearing the words fall from her lips, even she knows it sounds like a lie.  

“I said to him, it's my sacred space. Rules are made to be broken, I'll fill it with waffles and eggs if I want to. And he laughed, so I did what anyone would do, I hired his wife to do it. And that’s why you can’t trust an artist, or a republican.” He smirks, wiggling his eyebrows before turning toward the front door that’s swung open. And seriously, do they ever lock the door? For a multimillionaire it seems like it’s probably a security risk. 

She’s zoning out again, staring at the maple syrup dripping off the waffle on her fork when she hears his name.

“Freddie! You made it! This is Susan, Waffle extraordinaire. Also known as Byron’s wife, but we don't like Byron so let's not waste another breath talking about him.” 

“Hey Susan, mind if I grab one of those?” Freddie says with a grin as he drops down into the seat across from Carly. “I had to drop Millicent off at school this morning because her teacher wanted to have a chat about ‘Inappropriate use of school resources’, my little hellraiser.”

“She both excites and terrifies me” Harper responds, as she hands Freddie the syrup. “Susan knows how to make a mouth watering syrup, just wet enough, you got to try it” Carly chokes on her waffle. Wet enough? 

“I’d kiss down your stomach taking my time to savor the taste of your skin against my lips”

“I’d run my hands through your hair, tugging gently to lift your head so I could look at you and see the look in your eyes.”

“I’d look hungry”

“I’d be wet”

“Carly”

“Freddie”

“You right, Carls?” Freddie asks, a curious look etched on his face as Harper smacks her on the back, shooting her a concerned smile. 

“Guess some things are too wet for you, huh?” 

She kicks Harper under the table. 

Freddie’s not even paying attention, she realises, as she looks over to him for the 100th time since he walked through the door 30 minutes ago. For the most part everything has been normal, he’s been happy, dorky, Freddie, and everything Carly was worried about prior? Not needed. Apparently Oprah was right, and affirmations do work, because Freddie? He’s thriving. She hates it.

“These are great, Susan. And you’re really not a chef?” No, Susan’s a 30 something year old blonde housewife with an affinity for making syrup that you keep licking off your full pouty kissable lips, Ya jerk. “I mean I never would have known, these could be restaurant quality!” he licks his lips again, Carly swallows heavily. “Don’t you think, Carly?”

Two can play at this game, she thinks, wanting to give him a taste of his own medicine, even if it is on his part non intentional medicine. “Oh yes” she says with a smile of her own, picking up her unused spoon to dip it right into the pot of syrup in front of them before bringing it toward her her mouth. “It’s such good syrup, I just loveeee it. Great job, Susan'' She lets the spoon hit her lips finally, purposely letting them get messy in the meantime before licking them clean. Take that, she thinks. 

He does. He takes it and does nothing with it. Nothing but smile at her and hand her a napkin, looking at her in the way you look at a dog chasing its tail, with mild amusement and nothing more. “Can’t take you anywhere can we?” Freddie says with a laugh, reaching over to rustle her hair, before turning back to the others to continue the conversation. Like What?! She’s not a labrador.

They’ve been back in their apartment for all of three seconds when Harper turns on her. “Are we going to talk about why the heck you almost deep throated your spoon back there, or….?” Was she that obvious? Shit.

“Deep throated a spoon? What are you even talking about, I didn’t almost deep throat anything?” 

“But you wanted too?” Harper raises an eyebrow as she puts her hands on her hips, a ‘this is an interrogation and I’m going to get this out of you whether you like it or not’ look if ever there was one.”From the way you were looking at Freddie and licking your lips you wanted to real bad, Bestie”

Carly groans, making her way towards the couch before flopping her body onto it face first. “I don’t want to have this conversation” she mumbles into the couch cushions. 

“And I didn’t want Jennifer Lopez to miss my sweet 16th, but we don’t always get what we want, Carly. Now what in the love of Beyonce happened to make you get all….” She scrunches her nose up. “Messy.”

“It’s your fault”

“Most things are” Harper reasons, before physically pulling Carly up into a sitting position as she takes the seat next to her. “But 50% of the time I’m around when they happened. So what’s got you exuding all of this energy, did yall finally hook up?!” She looks over to Carly. “Oh my god! You did! You hooked up with Freddie!”

Carly covers her face groaning. “We did not hook up! Well not really anyway… I don’t think?"

“Did he get it in the wrong hole or something, because that’s okay, a bad sense of direction can have some good outcomes”

“What?! No! God No, What does that even-” she trails off, groaning again. “He doesn’t have a bad sense of direction, whatever that means. I…. I did something stupid last night and one thing led to another and…”

“And…..? Spit it out!”

“I can’t, I’m too ashamed, leave me here on the couch to wallow”

“Carly, if you don’t tell me, I’m going to have to go ask him myself and I know you don't want that”. She’s lying, Carly knows that, but even so the threat of bringing any of this up with Freddie is a no go. 

“You can’t tell anyone okay, sworn to secrecy. You have to promise… On Beyonce.”

“Beyonce?” Harper asks. 

“Beyonce.”

“What did you do?! Okay, I promise, but what in the world is so bad that you made me promise on the queen?! We’ve already lost one, Carly”

Carly cracks a smile, hitting Harper with the pillow next to her before taking a deep breath and saying the next words so fast they all stick together. “Wehdirtahtextd”

“You what now?”

“We…” she huffs out a breath, closing her eyes before finishing the sentence. “Dirty texted..”

“You dirty texted?”

“Yes. Last night, I dirty texted Freddie” 

“So you sexted? That’s not bad Carly, I can’t tell you how many people I’ve had a textual cohabitation with, I thought you guys banged or something”

“We didn’t sext” Carly corrects, putting her face in her hands again. “At least I don’t think we did. We just talked… about what we would do.. If we were….together….in an intimate way..”

“Uh huh. So you were sexting. I need to see the evidence” Harper smirks, attempting to reach for the phone. A direct reversal of their situation fifteen hours earlier. “Well did you like it?! By the waffle thing this morning I feel like you did.”

“NO!” Carly groans again. “I can’t do that to Freddie, and anyway, it doesn’t matter if I liked it, because it’s not going to happen again.”

At this Harper finally quits trying to steal the phone, turning instead to face her best friend. “What do you mean it’s not going to happen again, and also not that I’m not flattered I was involved in you two finally losing your shit, but how, can I ask, was this my fault? I’d like to know so I can take credit on your wedding day.”

Carly stands up from the couch and walks to the fridge pulling out a bottle of orange juice before reaching for the wine and two flasks. “It’s not going to happen again, because we said it was a one night thing, and in any case as you could see today, Freddie didn’t seem to even care.” She puts the glasses on the table and starts pouring. “And, it’s your fault because this whole stupid thing happened because I sent him that fanfiction you had open on my phone last night!”

“Girl, you sent him the deep throat cake fic?! You saucy minx! I didn’t know you had it in you!”

“I didn’t have it in me! I thought it was about baking a cake!” Carly protests, before downing her whole mimosa in one go. 

“That seems more in character for you” Harper nods, a smile still evident on her face. “So let me get this straight, you’re throwing down cocktails at 11 am-” 

Carly interrupts. “11:27am”

Harper rolls her eyes. “11:27 am because you texted Freddie a fic about licking frosting off his body and then you guys sorta maybe had phone sex, but you told him that it was a one night thing and now you’re upset because this morning, after the one night, he did what you wanted and acted like your best friend again without making it weird?”

“Yes!” Carly bursts out, pouring more orange juice into her cup for round two. “Like who does that?!”

“Uh… Someone who can read an instruction manual? You did kind of give him one didn’t you?”

“Who’s side are you on here?” Carly whines, giving Harper a look.

“Yours, of course. All I’m saying is, I would look at this like the perfect situation, Bestie.”

“How..”

“You guys got to have ‘dirty texting’” she air quotes the dirty texting. “And get your innocent little rocks off and then the next day go back to being best friends again with no weirdness, aside from you know, the spoon incident.” She’s not wrong. “So why stop? If you enjoyed it, and I assume he enjoyed it?” Carly Nods. “Then you’ve proven things don’t have to be weird, and you can keep doing your thing. It’ll give you something to do besides knitting, which believe me, you need.” 

“I..” Carly begins, scrunching her nose up as she thinks through what Harper said. “I don’t want to complicate things further. What if it leads to… physical touching?” 

“You mean like hand holding?” Harper smirks. “Most touching is physical, Carly. But okay so it leads to touching, at least you can stop lying to yourself about being crazy about him”

“I’m NOT crazy about him.”

“Uhuh, need I mention the spoon again, Carly?”

“No mention needed.” She huffs falling face first into the side of the lounge Harper isn’t sitting on. “Why did I let you get inside my head!”

It's 11pm when she finally caves. She's been reading through his texts over and over all evening wondering why he is happily texting in the group chat like nothing is bothering him when she's sitting here having an existential crisis of the highest order. When she mentioned it being a dream last night, this is not what she meant. Or maybe it is, maybe it's exactly what she meant, only she still feels like she's asleep and for some reason he's wide awake. On some level it feels disjointed because with their dynamic over the years the scales should be tipped the other way. He's supposed to chase her. She's mad at herself for even thinking that. 

Last night he had been so open, he'd literally talked about going down on her, he'd said she drove him crazy, he’d said her name, or well, typed her name, but he typed it like it meant something, like he was feeling the same thing. And then this morning happened and it was like he forgot. Like he completely wiped the fact that eight hours earlier she’d been telling him she wanted to.. 

“I’d want to return the favour”

“You wouldn't have to”

“I know that, but I'd WANT to’

‘Really?’

‘Yes, I've thought about it before”

“Carly you're killing me”

And she had liked it. Last night he'd been so responsive, so In tune with her, it was like they were two spies hiding out from the rest of the world and their messages, this dirty little secret that only they would ever share. Well I suppose it was something only they were meant to share. But it felt like something. It felt like the start and yet… For him it wasn't?

And okay, so she'd been the one to say it was a dream, but that's because it had to be. She hadn't wanted to risk their friendship on something she hadn't even had the chance to think through. Last night was an accident, she hadn't known what the fic was about, it all sort of just happened. So it made sense that they had some ground rules, that they kept it hypothetical, because she wasn't ready for any of it to be real anyway. Right? 

But why wasn't he affected? Why was he treating her like some kid sister? Why didn't he care that she almost deep throated a waffle for him. And why is she the only one that's obsessing over them? Him? All of it. That can't be right. 

She thinks back on what Harper said, ‘So why stop? If you enjoyed it, and I assume he enjoyed it then you’ve proven things don’t have to be weird, and you can keep doing your thing.’ 

Had they proved it? I mean they technically had. They'd been fine today, normal even. So maybe Harper was right? Why stop? Besides, she thinks, why should she be the only one thinking about it. One more time can't hurt?

She pulls out her phone navigating back to the site she was on last night scrolling through the stories looking for something that will leave a mark. 

Freddie and Carly adopt a.. No. Freddie gives Carly a new.. Nope. Carly and Freddie get trapped in the Icarly studio when a power outage caused by a freak snow storm causes them to cross a line they never have before. Rated Mature. Yes. 

She starts reading, eyes rapidly sliding from one side of the page to the next as she devours the words on the screen. Fic Freddie has Carly up against the wall, much like they talked about last night. Fic Carly is dropping to her knees, somewhat like they spoke about last night. It's perfect, she thinks, copying the link before pasting it into their text chain. She doesn't bother to say anything this time, she just presses send.

Ding. 

His reply comes in Instantly, and there's no way he's finished reading, no way. She panics, thinking maybe he's going to turn her down, after all, he hasn't even bothered to read the story, that can’t be good.  

Maybe she should have left it. They’d made it out alive, what was she thinking tempting fate again? She looks down to the phone reluctantly ready to see his rejection when she spots the four words. 

“What are you wearing?” 

There is no pretense, no mucking around, no scene to set up, he's just straight to the point and It makes her body heat up and tingle all over. This does sound like the prelude to actual sexting. This was the boundary that she set for herself. This is the line they were not meant to cross. Last night it was hypothetical, pretend, this is…. not. 

ding. Another message pops up. 

“I’m going to be honest, I've been thinking about it all night.”

Thank God, she thinks, taking a deep breath as she types back into the phone. 

“Really? You didn't forget?”

“Forget?” He replies quickly before sending another one straight after. “You've been running through my mind all day”

Her whole body visibly relaxes, a breath coming out she didn't know she was holding. He thought of her all day? It shouldn't make her so happy, but it does. It just does. 

She types back. 

“I'm wearing my pink Pyjama shorts, you know the ones with the peaches, and the shirt that says “you've got a peach of my heart” she presses send, then panics. 

Was she meant to lie? Say something about wearing sexy lingerie? Does one actually stay honest about what they're wearing during a sext? She groans, grabbing the phone again to write another message. 

“Pretend I didn't say peaches, pretend I said something sexier, something lacier.”

He writes back immediately. “The sexiest thing to me is you being you. I’ll take the peaches, thanks.”

She whimpers, cheeks going hot as her hand goes to rest over her chest eager to feel if her heart is beating as fast as she feels it is. It is. 

“What are you wearing?” she responds, biting her lip as she pictures him laying on his bed, shirt off, thinking about her. 

“Just some pajama pants and some boxers” he responds, and okay now she's really thinking about it. She's thinking about throwing her rules aside and walking the 300 meters to his apartment so that she doesn't have to imagine anymore. In this moment, she wants it. 

She flushes and types back. “Take the pants off?”

Ding. 

“They're off, what about you?”

“What do you want?” she replies.

Ding. 

“I want the peaches to hit the floor”

“Done”

Ding. 

“God, I want to see you. What are you doing, baby?”

Baby. Baby? The minute she reads it she feels the ache. He called her baby. He's never called her that before. Actually, she can count the number of people who have said that to her on one hand. And even from the list of ex boyfriends on that hand, not one persons ‘baby’ has ever hit her the way that reading Freddie's does. She’s so hot and bothered now it's not even funny.  They've already broken one rule tonight, what's another, she thinks. 

She grabs her phone, pressing his number before bringing the phone up to her ear. 

He picks up on the second ring. 

“Carly..” he says, breathing heavily. “I.. is-”

She cuts him off. “I needed to hear your voice, I needed to hear you say it..”

He lets out another breath, a contented sigh making its way into her ear as she waits. 

“What did you need to hear?” He whispers, as everything else around her goes silent. 

“Call me baby” she pleads. She's breathless herself, her hand still resting against her rapidly beating heart. “Please?”

He grunts, and it's the sexiest thing she's ever heard, or at least it is until the next word slips from his mouth. “Baby”

She moans and he curses under his breath which only makes her want him more. Freddie cursing in frustration and pent up need? um yes please. 

“Are we still dreaming?” He asks. 

She sighs, slipping her fingers underneath the hem of her shirt fiddling with it. “I think so… But Freddie, I don't want to stop”

He grunts again. “Are you on your bed, baby?” His voice is choked and smoky in a way that makes him sound like he's just smoked a whole box of cigarettes, all deep and throaty and enough to drive her wild. 

“Yes..” she manages to whisper. 

“Okay” he whispers back. “I want you to lay back and pretend your hand is mine”

She does. 

TBC

[lone-is-papyrus]

I haven't changed my header since I've gotten my Tumblr, so it feels odd not having my little pattern haha

[planariaareneat]

How The Nocturnal Bottleneck and Nipples Make Us Human

Almost every post here considers what humans do have, really. It’s a little tiring; realistically every world has its harsh environments and vicious species and a sophont to match. We probably wouldn’t be unique for our adaptability or our persistence or even adrenaline

But our evolution is fucked up as hell, to put it lightly.

Mammals went through what’s been dubbed the nocturnal bottleneck essentially since the start of the mesozoic right up until the Cretaceous ended the archosaur’s exclusive hold over the daylight. We lost a lot of things from every mammal spending most of its time in either a cramped, suffocating burrow or scrounging around in the faint hours of nighttime. Our blood cells lost their nuclei to hold more oxygen while we spent time deep underground, we lost protections against ultraviolet rays in our skin and eyes, we can’t even repair our own DNA using the light of the sun. Most aliens probably wouldn’t have such traits unless their evolution followed a very similar path to ours. They’d be able to see ultraviolet and wouldn’t have to worry about sunburn and all the wonderful privileges essentially all fish, birds, amphibians, and reptiles enjoy as we speak. 

There’s also what we gained from spending so much time in the dark.

Brown fat is only found in mammals, it’s a special type of fat which bear cells with several oil droplets and are utterly jammed with mitochondria. This lets it make heat, a lot of it, fast. We don’t even need to shiver to induce this heat generation from brown adipose tissue - factor in our downright hyperactive mitochondria, and we can warm up quickly. Sure, it doesn’t have too much use in adult humans, but it keeps our infants warm and still provides a little boost the whole run we have in this universe.

Unless aliens also went through a time where their small ancestors had to face cold nights, they’d have to produce heat the old fashioned way when chilled. Aliens might have to shiver the whole time they’re in a cold room while the human watches in confusion, quite literally unshaken, and wonders if the room is a lot colder than the thermostat set to 60 says. The aliens stare at their companion in confusion, it’s just a normal temperature to shiver at after all, how is the human sitting so still?

Our small ancestors spending all their time out foraging at night is also why we have such a good sense of touch, smell, and hearing. They were more important senses than vision (we’re lucky to have even redeveloped basic color vision, frankly) at the time and place and simply ended up continuing to serve us well. Birds and reptiles rarely have acute senses of smell and the latter especially are lucky to have acute hearing, and birds rarely have impeccable hearing themselves either. Our skin is free of scales and honed to sensitivity, and our external ears and complicated ear bones provide an immense range of hearing (from 20 all the way to 17,000 hertz!).

Aliens might not be able to pin down the chirp of a cricket or the light click of a lock being picked. The human might be the only one on board a ship that can pick out the finer sounds of the engine’s constant thrum and know the critical difference between when everything is fine and when something is wrong. The human could probably pick out the sounds of an approaching enemy’s careless footsteps - they’re only as light enough for *them* to stop hearing them, after all - and be the one to see the horrified expression (well, more on that later) on their face when we get the drop on them in spite of their perceived stealth. 

But perhaps the most versatile, convoluted, amazing, and utterly unique trait we have is right on your face this instant. Lips.

Lips in most animals are a simple seal to hold in the mouth’s moisture and protect the teeth, even if they’re supple they’re NEVER muscular except in mammals, and we have only one thing to thank for it; milk and nipples. Lips evolved exclusively to allow babies to suckle, it required a vacuum to be created in the mouth, and with no other animal having anything like a nipple it never happened in other animals. Many animals make milk, to be frank, but no other animal has nipples.

Your cheeks and lips are a marvel among tetrapods, no other animal can suck like mammals can. Aliens wouldn’t have straws or even be able to sip from the edge of a glass, they’d have to have a proboscis or simply tilt the whole thing back. Aliens likely won’t have woodwind instruments or balloons you can blow into. We take so much about our lips for granted. Hell, our muscular faces are vital for expressions, we’re probably absolute facial contortionists among a cast of creatures with mandibles and beaks and expressionless scaly maws. Aliens might find us ridiculously easy to read, if anything, compared to their own kind (all the better to deceive them) - or perhaps they’d find us hard to decipher anyways, with our lack of color-changing skin or erectable crests of bright feathers. Baring teeth might not be seen as a sign of aggression in most of the universe, smiling would be all too distinctly human. 

Perhaps with how infectious we are sometimes, that’s what we’d contribute to the universe; others might have to make do with opening their mouths just enough to show their teeth or splaying their innumerable mouthparts with just the right curve, but perhaps we’d teach the galaxy to smile, one ally at a time. 

Wouldn’t that be amazing?

[kiwinatorwaffles]

the pushback against the discord mobile update shouldn’t be based upon “if you can get used to it” or not. some people might like it. some people might get used to it faster. but a lot of people won’t. and the point of the pushback is that discord keeps thinking they can change this shit and get away with it.

nobody asked for discord to change its color to a brighter blue. remember that? we all got used to it. but that was one of the first instances of the userbase just tolerating a useless change.

later came the dreaded username change. nobody asked for that. in fact, it caused a fuck ton of trouble. remember the markipkier username situation? yeah. but we all just “got used to it.” i don’t hear anyone talking about it anymore. we moved on, even though it really fucking sucked.

now it’s a complete overhaul of the mobile app that removed pretty much everything people liked about discord in the first place. removing the right swipe to see members and pins just made everything clunky and slow. the swipe to reply they replaced it with doesn’t even work all the time. the nice and cozy gray is now colder and darker, which would be fine, but there’s literally a midnight mode that they just released out of beta after 7 years. (edit: i actually used the app for a little more and realized just how fucking hard it was to read anything with the new contrast. it's a genuine accessibility issue. jesus)

they removed the community. want to see which friends are online? fuck you! click the top of the channel that is much slower and cumbersome than just swiping! want to see the funny and/or important messages you pinned? too bad, because we’re cutting off longer messages and hiding links/images that were attached to the message. and also, you can’t see who sent the message in a dm or group chat. also^2, you have to click into the channel and click into ANOTHER tab to even access the pins. fuck you.

regardless of if you like the changes or not, the point of protesting isn’t due to personal preference. it’s that discord keeps thinking they can change this shit that nobody wanted and get away with it. staying complacent will just let them know they can roll out changes and their userbase will still stick around, even if they hate it. which is not true. because users (including my friends and i) and even NITRO USERS are considering jumping ship to alternatives that don’t hate its userbase.

don’t let discord think it’s invincible. send feedback (go to settings and appearance, and there will be a button), even if it’s likely they won’t read it. review them in the app store. if there’s enough genuine feedback that outlines the faults and focuses on the performance and usability of the app, there’s a chance they might change Some things. because we don’t WANT to move and leave all our friends and communities, but a lot of us will have to if the situation gets worse.

the best case scenario is that they let us choose the format we want, but considering that this is discord we’re talking about, i don’t think it will. the least we can do now is to make sure at least some things get changed back for accessibility and convenience.

[is-that-sand-in-my-waffles]

What was it like to be a Jedi during the Clone Wars?

The Dark is choking the galaxy and every day you feel the pinpricks of light (that used to be beacons) that are your brothers and sisters be snuffed out en masse and all around you life is extinguished and your men are so brave and so tired and you save as many as you can but the enemy keeps coming and you know that you can't block every single blaster shot and anyone could be the next to fall but all you can do is block this shot and the next one and save as many people as possible and keep choosing the Light every single minute of every day even though the Dark keeps getting stronger and pulling at you and you need to keep holding on and you are so, so tired and you've lost so many people and you've seen Masters grieve their Padawans and Padawans weeping over the bodies of their Masters and you know it should never have been this way but you couldn't leave the people of the Republic to be slaughtered in droves so was it really a choice?

So you pick up your saber and choose the Light and save a hundred more men and three hundred die and you wonder how the Order can possibly survive but you can hardly think about the future when the civilians need your help here and now-

And that final bolt slips by you and another pinprick of Light is gone from the galaxy.

[slugpup2]

still feeling sick, here's a vid of all the covers of pass on (as of now) playing at the same time i made a while ago

[thatrandombystander]

"Chaos' Hades 2 design is better because it's hot and having the genderqueer character be less eldritch is better representation"

Well maybe some of us genderqueers like interesting and thematic designs and identify more with eldritch monstrosities over conventional attractiveness? What about the unsettling weirdo representation for freaks like me 😔

Although holding the detached head and spine of your previous form does absolutely slap

[markscherz]

tumblrs being transphobic, with the ceo himself starting an actual harassment campaign against a transfem & also banning transfems who post abt it.

Oh shit, I had not heard about that.

I would like to say I don’t understand why this shit keeps happening, but I actually do understand it way too well. It just makes me so sad and angry. Especially on a site where people find and make their communities.

So much of this is about ego, and the people with power wielding that power to protect themselves and failing to protect others with it. A mere hint of negative sentiment towards them is harassment that is dealt with immediately and harshly, but a dozen complaints about discrimination or threats or bullying take ages to process and frequently come to unsatisfactory moderation decisions.

Whatever the sentiments of the people running this hellsite, you are always welcome in my corner of the internet, wherever you find it. You are all wonderful, and we all deserve to feel that part of this space belongs to us and those to whom we can connect.

Transphobia has no place on tumblr, period. Or anywhere else in society for that matter. It is that which should be being rooted out.

[stimpry]

mad scientist eridan au doodles + sprite edit i gotta write all my ideas down for this or something maybe make a fic abou tit who knows i just really really like this au i made check the tags for my ranting about it

[die-rosastrasse]

I love you bad art, I love you amateur art, I love you self learning, I love you cheap art supplies, I love you journals, I love you crafts, I love you art available for everyone, I love you second hand art and objects, I love you free museums, I love you handmade gifts, I love you childish drawings, I love you art that nobody ever saw except for the artist, I love you taking time to learn a skill, I love you art history, I love you free tutorials, I love you art as a school subject, I love you things that took a long time to make, I love you art studies that are considered useless, I love you the human need to create and change the world around you to be more beautiful and more meaningful.

I hate you AI art, I hate you generated content, I hate you singe-use images, I hate you mindless consumption, I hate you stealing from artists, I hate you reposting without sources, I hate you lying about using AI, I hate you pretending like art is something unachievable and reserved only for the chosen ones.

Make art!! Make "bad" art that is actually special because you took the time to make it. Make art for yourself that you show no one. Make art for others that they'll cherish forever. See how your whole world changes, see how you start noticing beautiful and inspiring things all around you. Make things with love and devotion. Fuck AI.

[fatedroses]

And some days, I just wish you wouldn't look at me at all.

[colorfullyminded]

TLDR

Okay I cannot believe I'm about to go off like this, but this has been bothering me for awhile, and it's only making me more spiteful. I have been enjoying the influx of Billford art lately. Amazing, great wonderful. What I have Not been enjoying, is the absolute vitriol the Billdip fans have been getting since the influx of TBOB. I was a billdip shipper for awhile. Hell I was a billdip shipper when I was a Parapines shipper-- I liked shipping Dipper with boys. I was also like 14 or 15 at the time. Obviously, if you follow me now, you'll probably notice what my main ship for Dipper is. I grew out of Billdip, and moved on to Pinescone. I have been shipping Pinescone for 10 years. However, not once did I go around saying "Lol, glad I matured and became a better person and shipped something healthier", nor did I post in the billdip tag, condeming people for a fictional ship! And saying mine was better because it was less problematic.

"I'm really glad people stopped shipping Bill and Dipper together. Bill is a 1000 year old triangle demon, and Dipper is 13--" Stop. Repeat what you just said.

"Bill is 1000 year old triangle--"

Repeat that last word to me. "....triangle?" TRIANGLE! I'm sorry what?! This ship is already completely wild enough. You're getting mad at this fictional age gap-- AND BILL IS A FUCKING SHAPE! A FUCKING SHAPE! This ship was weird from the moment GO! And Billford isn't any better. IT'S STILL A SHIP WITH A FUCKING SHAPE! And you're going to sit on your high horse and look down on the Billdip community. On top of it-- they have an age gap too! Bill is still thousands of years old or whatever-- however long it's been, who knows? And Ford was in his 20s or so when he met Bill. That's still a huge, ridiculous age gap-- that Bill could easily use and manipulate; which he did....and then also caught feelings and became a sad ex, but that's beside the point~ Both of these ships are still insane. And again, the bigger thing I think people are just ignoring about these ships--is that Bill is a TRIANGLE! THREE LINES CONNECTED TOGETHER! And this is the hill you're going to die on? ...Cause apparently it's mine. First of all-- as many people pointed out-- Ford Pines did not exist until the second half of the final season. People couldn't ship Fordbill because there wasn't any Ford to introduce.

"Well, even before Ford, I never shipped Billdip! I always disliked it." ...Okay, that's totally fine. Not everyone needs to like or agree on the same ship. Lord knows there's probably people who don't really care for Pinescone either. There's a lot of popular ships that I can't stand. But I'm don't go into a ship tag I don't like, screaming to a void for self validation. I don't go around mocking other people for ships that they had in 2014-- or even still today! It doesn't matter! I did that when I was a kid-- and then realized that was rude, and it was better to just ignore the ships I didn't like and enjoy the ones that made me happy. And grow a community of kind, like minded friends. And listen, I am all for safe spaces and being able to block things that make you uncomfortable. I am not saying people who find the BillDip ship uncomfortable to be idiots or babies or overly sensitive-- or anything like that. I think if something makes you uncomfortable, that is okay and I think it's perfectly fine to blacklist a tag that you don't want to see. I also think it's imperative that people tag things as accurately as they can so people looking at your work can know if one of your pieces has a thing that they don't like-- and therefore can avoid. What I don't appreciate is the fanhate for this ship that is sprouting up like weeds. You can not like something, you can be disgusted by it (I have my Gravity Falls ships I can not stand, nor do I feel comfortable with), but attacking real people for a FICTIONAL SHIP-- two characters who are drawings on a piece of paper and can not be affected mentally, physically or emotionally by fanwork; who still retain the same shape after everything we put them through-- to the point that you send death threats, or threaten to Doxx, or just harass relentlessly, I have always found that more childish and disgusting. You are causing real world pain to people. Me fucking up Dipper Pines is not going to do anything to him-- because he doesn't actually exist. He's a cartoon character. I could squash him and stretch him in Wonka's taffy machine--- I could throw him mock speed at a wall and watch him explode on impact-- but he still exists. He's not dead; I can pick him up and dust him off, and If I wanted-- I could decide that eh, 'Not a scratch on him'. And I'd be right. Because he is a cartoon character, and I am just a fangirl. I can not change anything about him-- I have no ability to make anything I headcanon canon. And even if I was the original artist-- it doesn't change the fact that Dipper would still be nothing more than a creation. A construct of shapes; he can not be hurt or traumatized in a way that leads to real life consequences-- because he is not real. I am not a cartoon character. My friends are not cartoon characters. Artist and Writers who stay in their lane...are not cartoon characters. If you hurt us...it will linger. It will leave a scar. If you can not tell the difference between Fiction and Reality, then I think maybe media might be too much to handle-- and I think you need to really reevaluate yourself.

And just to vent some other things that i keep seeing that are frustrating: You can't claim the twins are only 13-- and then on August 31st go "Happy 20-something Birthday Mabel and Dipper!" And then proceed to drop a picture of them as adults. Well which is it? Do they age or not? Because Gravity Falls showed them canonically aging. If you think the twins age-- then you can't suddenly turn around and go, 'no you can't ship them-- Dipper is a child!' but you drew him as an adult. So sorry, it looks like you can't draw the twins grown up anymore. You claimed they're 13, so better draw them 13 forever--. Aged up stories and works exist for a reason, especially for a fan who grew up on the series. The characters might have grown up alongside them. It's not unlikely for a person to ship Billdip when Dipper is much older.

And on that note, for people who are like 'well older billdip is fine-- it's just people shipping him during the show that deserve to die.' Okay... and like I said, this rant is coming from a recent influx of Billford shippers spitting on Billdip shippers. You know? The TOXIC Old Man Yaoi!

You're still shipping something that is problematic. You are still shipping something twisted and wrong. And I am not judging you. I am here for this divorced arc. I am thriving. But you can't just pick and choose what is and isn't okay. And let me first off explain; if there is something that personally triggers you about a toxic ship, and you want to avoid that-- again, perfectly understandable. Perfectly reasonable. You are the makers of your content space. And I am not judging anyone for that. I want people to be safe. I want people to have a good time in fandom spaces. I want people to not have to deal with the things that upset them or frighten them, or disgust them. But you can not say one is fine, and one is not. They're both bad! They're both toxic. In real life, these ships would both be charged with serious crimes! And yes, there are some crimes that are worse than others, and if you asked me what I thought was more problematic-- I'd say Billdip-- but both of these ships are extreme, and severe in their problematic content. You are still consuming problematic content. If it's a personal thing, that's fine; avoid it. But don't sit there throwing stones from your glass house.

[trappedinafantasy37]

POV: Your evil murder kitten's mask has slipped and you can see how deep she is drowning in fear and paranoia.

[eloquentsisyphianturmoil]

It’s just that Fingon’s like that stereotypical son who calls his mum and walks old ladies across the street, mows the lawn for his neighbours, brings home nice, pretty girls who want to be kindergarten teachers or something and is really passionate about some niche compassionate topic like children in poverty’s access to multiple sclerosis treatment and who everyone says is ‘such a nice boy’ but then he goes and dates the eldest kid of Mr. Stay Away From My Boys, Son, a flaming ginger who most people haven’t heard speak. And this is hilarious.

[royalarchivist]

[A sad violin song plays over an image of a sad hamster]

Pac: This doesn't have anything to do with me – I wear a blue sweatshirt, you're crazy, this mouse doesn't even have a sweatshirt, this hamster! [Reading chat] Am I a depressed hamster?

[ Transcript continued ↓ ]*

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Pac: Actually– that's fine! I embrace that idea – of course I'm going to be depressed, are you crazy? [He hits his desk, then starts counting off people on his fingers] Fit is gone, Richarlyson is gone, Ramon is gone, Bagi and Empanada who were always there when we were there are also gone, I haven't seen them! It's just me and Tubbo, and sometimes Philza shows up.

Pac: I lost Chume Labs, I lost the Favela, I lost Murder Mystery, I lost Ilha Chume Labs, it's crazy! Look at how much I've lost, and I've gained nothing! Of course I'm going to be depressed, are you crazy?! How am I supposed to be happy?!

Pac: [Reading chat] "You have us Pac," that's true, thank you. No, that's true, sorry.

* NOTE: Please note that this is an incomplete transcript, as I was primarily relying on Aypierre's translation mod at the time and if I am not confident of the translation, I do not include it. As always, please feel free to add on translations or message me corrections.

[beebeedibapbeediboop]

May I reblog one of your art pieces?

I am referring to "the rainy day" piece.

Reblogs are more than appreciated :)

Reposts on the contrary, are forbidden and I can't say it enough to stop doing it xD

But reblogs have never been problematic!