#but i want to know for sure so we all can 'safely' put spam in tv situations

[esoraluco]

i kind of dislike being like this but i really hope. we get spamton extra bits in ch3

[serejae]

I CAN TRY BUT I CANT HIDE IT FROM YOU | J.WW

introvert wonwoo bf thoughts

for my wonwoo babies :), sorry for inactivity school started 😢

mentions of dress to impress 😏

even though wonwoo isnt good at cooking hes always making your lunches. HE HAS THOSE LUNCHABLES ON DECK. and trust hes snacking up your lunch box

^he never forgets to put a toothpick in there for you just incase (as someone with braces this makes my stomach have butterflies)

i believe he secretly had made a sims family of you and him with 2 kids and 3 pets. he even spent time making your dream home

speaking of gaming, i know whenever you both play scary games, hes always going first and risk his characters life to save yours. if you both were running from the monster hes behind you making sure youre is safe first

wonwoo doesnt care if seungcheol or jeonghan constantly clown him but he always WILL play dress to impress with you. he always votes your outfit 5 stars even if youre completely off theme or have only shoes and hair on

if you get hate on your outfit in the chat he doesnt defend you in the chat because hes just introvert. but, he will spam report the person until theyre kicked or banned

wonwoo is the type to always agree to you “the restaurant is an hour away baby…ROAD TRIP THEN!”, he always listens to your rants even if its the most randomest or boring thing he will stare at you with heart eyes as you speak and agree “yeah i cant believe she’d do that…”

adding onto the last one he will throw you under the bus to get out of situations. (i love introverts) he didnt wanna go to the after party? “sorry my partner just called, i gotta get home” or the “my partner said no, sorry” yes, you tweak a bit because what if your reputation is ruined but you know he’lll keep using it as an excuse T-T

he’ll do all the tiktok trends you want, you wanna kiss all over his face? YES! you wanna wanna do a small tiktok dance? YES! you wanna do a couple fit check with your matching outfits and creeper keychains? YES! and trust, while hes doing the tiktok dances he has a big smile on his face that make his glasses go up from his big cheeks whike smiling. and please. hes reposting it on all his apps.

in real life he already barely post selfies, but if you were his partner his social media is a you fan account, his profile picture is you, all his highlights covers are you and full of you, his post are all you, and his bio has you tagged

he BEGS you to match usernames in games and on discord like even if you dont play or use the app he’ll still keep it

LIKE PLSSLSLSL IMAGINE IT FOR ME

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if hes a idol in this universe, he’ll go crazy on stage using his deep voice (we know…lalali…) then as soon as he sees you backstage hes running to hug you while bringing you guys to a corner to be alone as he mumbles sweet words “missed you baby” “lets go home and cuddle?” “im so lucky to have you”

hes the small spoon, he loves being big spoon but at night after all the protecting hes done for you, he just needs a little recharge with laying ontop of you while he hides his face in your neck as you run your hands through his hair

man is the definition of gentle love. cannot convice me other wise

in arguments, never argues back. just sits there allows you to speak, yell, get everything out your system and pays attention to you speaking so he can see what he needs to reassure, clear, and tell you

in big dinner parties, whether in a restaurant or house hes always sitting by you. in these big settings he never wants to leave your side, he holds your hand and plays with the promise ring he had gotten you

wonwoo loves it when you take off his glasses. he sometimes pretends to sleep so you can take off his glasses and kiss nose. you never told him but you slowly figured out when his cheeks redden each time

babe hes so obsessed with you. has your picture as his gaming pc lockscreen, homescreen, and even google screen. his password on everything is your birthday and if the members figure that out its your anniversary, and if they figure that one out, its the first time you two kissed

has your initials made with little gemstones of your favorite color on the side of his headphones and controller

has a polariod picture of you on his monitor, and on his desk

loves being the underdressed boyfriend when necessary. of course wont be underdressed all the time but he has his moments when youre shining and hes just…there…….(he loves you being the spotlight)

also loves it when you order for him, dont get him wrong, he’ll order for you no hesitation but sometimes his social battery runs low……

wonwoo i need

[maxthejew123]

I have to say this on anon, because as I'm sure you know, there is no statute of limitations on murder. I didn't pull the trigger personally, but I was involved enough that they could still force me to take a plea deal to testify against the others.

Now you probably know a few years back on this website, there was some drama with a user who kept spamming everyone about "christian terrorism" something something. His name was Carlos Albuquerque and he was a bit unhinged to be fair. And some people accused him of being a pedophile because he wrote awful sexual fanfiction of children's cartoon characters.

Another user on this site was using the name "klubbhehead" at that time, but later changed it to r4cs0. This guy had a reputation as an "anti-SJW" blogger and was minimally popular with a certain circle of people, but his blog is honestly unfunny shitposts and minor drama, so he was never really going to amount to anything. But he is obsessed with being "Tumblr famous" as he calls it. He was desperate to be famous, and then he heard about a prison inmate called James Fairbanks, who became famous for hunting and murdering pedophiles. Soooo… r4cs0 put 2 and 2 together. Tumblr had a problem with an annoying pedophile and he wanted to be famous… Two birds with one stone, right?

It's been years now and I know the authorities will never find the body. r4cs0 never really did become famous in reality, even though he brags about being "Tumblr famous" on his blog. But the whole thing hasn't set right with me and still bothers my conscience. Did we really just murder an internet troll because r4cs0 wanted to indulge his eCeleb fantasy? Are we all pretending his posts are funny and that he's a cool guy, just because we secretly know there is a very different reason why we can't forget about him? Does that basically make him the OJ Simpson of Tumblr?

Anyway, you can do whatever you want with this knowledge but just keep in mind that shit like this does happen on this site and sometimes people literally die for things they post on the internet. Stay safe!

I’m gonna be honest, I have no clue how to respond to that.

[tigreblvnc]

BLUE LOCK OPTION* MATCHUP EXCHANGE — part ii. *Pick the character of your choice!

Your match is...

— Itoshi Sae

✦ I had three characters to choose from, and out of the three, there was one who seemed like the obvious choice for you.

✦ I'm obviously talking about our national treasure of Japan.

✦ (Even though he doesn't like that nickname)

✦ In fact, I find that you two share some interesting similarities that would make for great conversations.

✦ Conversations that don't revolve around soccer, I mean.

✦ A rarity for our elder Itoshi.

✦ I'm thinking, of course, about the fact that you're both the oldest siblings in your families.

✦ You've both been handed a responsibility from birth that you didn't choose.

✦ And possibly, you've been blamed for it.

✦ In reality, it wasn't always your fault.

✦ Well, not entirely.

✦ But you both know what it's like when people put pressure on you with the classic line "You're the oldest, set the example."

✦ This is a topic you could have discussed, which in itself is extraordinary because I can't see Sae talking about Rin with just anyone. I mean, other than to say that his little brother is a burden.

✦ Since you’ve experienced the same family situation, the subject would be approached more deeply.

✦ I like to think that you’d be the only one who knows the real reasons why Sae distanced himself from Rin because I know there has to be one.

✦ Like you, Sae isn’t interested in small talk at all. In fact, I think it’s fair to say that he doesn't care about people; talking doesn’t interest him. Especially not just to talk. What he wants is to perform, be the best, and pass to the best striker in the world.

✦ "Not easily influenced by what's considered the norm (I don't like conformity much) and by extension social media" Well, I think he couldn’t care less either, and it really makes him sigh in boredom when he sees his face on billboards.

✦ To me, Sae doesn't care about compliments or admiration from people weaker than him, or people who don't know anything about soccer. He sets the bar so high that it's safe to say he's in a league of his own.

✦ Actually, I see two potential romantic dynamics for him: either someone very extroverted, like Shidou, or someone who’s on the same wavelength. Meaning, even if you don't share his passion for soccer, you have a similar general mindset. Basically, you're not annoying.

✦ He's clearly a lone wolf who needs to maintain his individuality. I think you'd be good at that, giving him his freedom. He, of course, lets you have yours. But I like to think that a meaningful relationship with Sae is one where he’s the one who comes looking for the other person more often than the other way around. He needs to desire the other person intensely for it to work.

✦ So, someone who sets the bar as high as he does.

✦ Someone chasing after him holds no interest in his eyes; it’s more of a nuisance than anything else. He doesn’t want that.

✦ (His brother, typically)

✦ (Ouch)

✦ "Fun fact: I wasn't going to download Instagram ever but the college I'm at forced me to." Hahahahaha, I don’t know why, but I think it’s EXACTLY the same for Sae!! I can't imagine what he'd do on social media, you know? So, his manager probably created an account behind his back for his public image, but it’s likely that it’s not even Sae who replies to messages there.

✦ That said, maybe he uses it to communicate with a few rare private contacts that matter to him.

✦ (Shidou. Though I’m not sure we can call him a "private contact who matters" in Sae’s eyes)

✦ (In this case, it’s mostly Shidou spamming messages, with Sae not sending any)

✦ That makes me think that you’re one of the lucky ones whom Sae actually picks up the phone for when you call.

✦ (Yes, that’s a reliable sign of love)

✦ (Especially coming from Sae)

✦ (To me, he’s definitely the guy who responds quickly to messages when he genuinely cares about the person)

✦ (Otherwise, it’s the perpetual "Seen")

✦ (Damn. Rin probably has a one-sided conversation going in his messages for months)

✦ "I tend to categorize people in my head as "weird (people I can get along with)" or "normal (people I have to mask around)"." I think Sae couldn't care less about how the public perceives his words, and he doesn't adapt his speech to suit the person in front of him. This brutally honest attitude probably resonated with you. You don't need to mask around him.

✦ For some reason, I imagine your first meeting happening on a plane, while Sae is traveling, and his seat is next to yours.

✦ Eight hours side by side, interested?

✦ Even though, honestly, he probably didn't say much in the first few hours.

✦ Oh, joy, Taxi Driver was playing on the in-seat screens...

✦ You know that movie with De Niro? It's his favorite.

✦ Discussing the character's psychology was your way in.

✦ He doesn’t know much about pop culture outside of soccer. So, I like to think that the movie was the starting point for many other topics that interest him, but he would never have explored them on his own. If it weren't for the eight-hour flight.

✦ You told him about those thriller books you read. It's a bit in the same vein as Scorsese's filmography, so it clicked with Sae.

✦ Proof: he was watching you talk the whole time. Watching someone is a sign of interest.

✦ Body language doesn’t lie.

✦ "looking at sunrises and sunsets" I quote our Egoist Bible: "He spends his holidays looking at the sea."

✦ Sae’s love language? Watching the scenery with someone. In complete silence.

✦ It’s about letting someone into his bubble. Allowing someone to enjoy the same view as him.

✦ He used to do it with Rin, and I like to think it’s a childhood memory that’s deeply ingrained in him, despite everything that’s happened since.

✦ "Blue and black are my most worn colors." Honestly, I see him in colors like magenta and white; you two make a nice color palette together. He’s always dressed with style and loves clothes that cost a fortune, so he’s pleased to stand beside someone who takes care of their appearance, like you.

✦ Did I mention that he occasionally returns to Japan with the fake excuse of renewing his passport, when he just wants to see you again?

✦ Of course, he never gives a date or time.

✦ But he always knows where to find you. He knows your habits.

✦ In the end, he pays attention to details when it matters to him.

✦ Because one autumn morning, your phone buzzes in your pocket.

✦ "12 PM at the usual restaurant."

✦ "I've already made the reservation."

© TIGREBLVNC 2024 | INTERESTED IN A MATCHUP EXCHANGE? CHECK THIS.

[ravetillyoucry]

PUPARIA

Chapter 4 - A Lot’s Gonna Change

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The two didn't expect leaving for lunch without their phones to be too big of an issue, but the near hundreds of missed calls seemed to say otherwise.

It was a miracle Hosah's shitty flip phone hadn't imploded by this point, as Jeanne had been endlessly spamming both his and Teddy's mobiles. This was never good. Jeanne was not the type to be the one to call anyone, meaning something had to be extremely urgent.

The ringing of the phone as the two now waited for Jeanne to pick up was painful to say the least. Waiting for an answer to just what their superior needed them for killed, Hosah's stomach churning as he anxiously stayed put in the assistant's pocket, knowing they'd probably have to leave again as soon as they'd gotten details on just what was going on.

"Thank god, I thought I'd never get ahold of you. I need you both over here, as quick as you can. I'll text you the address." The voice on the other side of the call was hard to make out, but even through the static, the panic in Jeanne's voice could be heard loud and clear. This was extremely out of character for him.

Teddy opened his mouth to inquire further, but the other line had already been put down and hung up before he'd gotten the chance to.

Jeanne must've had a lot of money to pay for so much phone credit. The address texted to them was one neither of the two recognised. It didn't seem to be a specific location or house, just a street name and a few directions following. Now they'd just have to catch a cab in the middle of the busy city. It'd be a hell of a lot easier if Jeanne hadn't worded his texts as if it was some sort of treasure hunt, Teddy wasn't sure what 'far down to the left' would even mean depending on where abouts the taxi dropped them off.

Eh, surely the police tape would make it easier to spot.

Neither of them had any idea what would be waiting for them when they arrived, but they didn't want to take any wild guesses that'd get their hopes up. It must've been something massive, and given the tone of their superiors voice, it was most definitely something tragic. Without failing to check whether Hosah was ready or not, the assistant began the mad dash to the scene of the crime.

Unfortunately, Hosah was it's certainly not ready. He'd never been in a car accident before, but he could assume this is pretty much how one would get whiplash. As the running slowed and Teddy got out into the streets, it was deemed safe to hang back out of the pocket to get some fresh air, and to hopefully avoid having to sit in his own throw up.

Chasing down a cab was tough enough, but dealing with an overly nosey and annoying driver was the hardest part. After multiple failed attempts at waving a taxi toward the detectives, Teddy was not going to let the one person that had stopped for him go without the two of them in that bright yellow car.

Like his life depended on it, the assistant jumped into the backseat, not even waiting to collect his breath. "Sir.. I need to get to.. Uh-"

The driver cut him off right as he was about to get to the most important part of the journey.

"Hey, hey, slow it down sancho. Where we going?" The man turned around, hand outstretched for the rookie detective to shake it.

The fuck? Teddy stared, dumbfounded for a moment. Deciding getting offended wasn't worth his one hope at getting to the scene quickly, he begrudgingly returned the handshake and repeated the address.

"Ehh, that's no house, not even a building. Fuck you going there for, ah?" At this point, he'd actually started driving, thank god.

Hesitant to answer truthfully, the backseat passenger decided to give a brief synopsis of all he knew, which in reality was nothing but the address.

"Work emergency."

The cabbie kept turning his head back, despite the road safety violations he was sure to be racking up in the process. He looked to be about middle aged, white european, probably Spanish given the rude nickname he'd assigned to Teddy. His thick moustache similar to a 70's indie rock star, with a denim baseball cap barely covering his already balding head of hair. Essentially, a look that resembled that of your average truck driver.

"Psh, what job do you do? Field inspector? Count one less grasshopper than yesterday? Aye, back in my day, we all did real jobs. I worked since I was ten years old yeah? Now look, society and all that. That computer, just destroyed all we knew." The man's rant was nonsensical and incomprehensible at best.

Teddy was already exhausted, "I'm a detective. There's been a murder there. I only just got the call, everyone else is already there."

That seemed to do the trick, as the man muttered a quiet 'Thank you for your service' before actually focusing on the road.

This guy must be allergic to silence or something.

"... So, murders huh? How'd you sleep at night?"

"Well, I didn't do them. I know I'm bringing them justice, that helps me sleep soundly." Hosah was kind of taken aback as he stayed silent in the pocket, he'd never heard Teddy speak to bluntly before. In all honesty , he didn't think the rookie had it in him.

The man just laughed, so hard as if it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard. "Ahhh I like you, I like you. Funny guy huh? You tell jokes? You're joke guy?" in all honesty, what he'd said really wasn't that funny at all, but as long as he got to his destination, Teddy couldn't really care less how his small talk went down.

Soon enough, the obnoxiously vibrant vehicle had long exited the blocks upon blocks of buildings, now cruising around the scarce outskirts of the city whilst Teddy kept his eyes peeled for any signs of his team. Thankfully, 'Best of Blur' CD blaring out from the radio seemed to keep taxi driver quiet for the time being.

Despite the next day being the first of September, it was unnecessarily hot out, so much so that Hosah desperately needed to poke his head out if he wanted to either keep his guts inside of him or stay conscious. He'd never been particularly good with warm weather, given it was snowing three quarters of the year back in his home town, and having a weak stomach on top of that was just a downright evil mix. If there truly was a God, it wanted nothing but to mess with Hosah just the littlest bit.

He'd never seen this part of the city, if you could even consider it that. Scarce buildings, lots of fields, something unheard of around these parts; and a particularly good part of town to hide a body or two. Even the goriest of scenes Jeanne didn't bat an eye at, which is what unsettled Hosah so much about earlier. This had to be mass devastation of some kind to shake his boss so badly.

The breeze blowing through the crack of the passenger window blew Hosah's hair back from his face, and he finally understood why dogs liked it so much. Although he was worried, the tiny man couldn't help but enjoy the sights out of the window and his short break from stuffy confinement within the pocket.

As a familiar hand crept upwards against his lower half, Hosah realised his freedom was short lived. Looking up at the giant, he pretending to just be fidgeting with his face- as Hosah did himself almost constantly, with a conveniently placed finger up toward his mouth as he made eye contact with the pocketed detective. Hosah's eyebrows furrowed, now he just wanted to yell out and bring the drivers attention to himself out of spite. He was sure Teddy was just looking out for his safety and whatnot, but it didnt piss him off any less.

Approaching a red light, Hosah took this as his opportunity to snoop out of the windows. Luckily for them, when he squinted into the distance, he could just make out a few out-of-place cars parked in a neat row by the side of the road. If this wasn't it, they were stranded and would have to survive off of dead grass for the rest of eternity. At this point, Hosah was elevated enough that his entire upper half poked out of the pocket, enough so that he must've caught the taxi driver's attention through the rear-view mirror.

"Hey- Hey!! You can't sneak another passenger in my car man, I don't care tiny or what, you pay the same fees." The guy got so worked up he didn't even realise the light turning green. Although Teddy was sure taxis were supposed to charge off of distance travelled and not passengers taken, he didn't want to get into a petty argument in front of his boss, whom he so desperately wanted to like him.

"Right, right, sorry, he's ah.. He's sick, passed out, didn't think to-"

"Whatever, I don't discriminate. I'll take anyone, as long as they're paying." Sure. Now Hosah really was feeling sick, being spoken about like he wasn't there right infront of his face was always an easy way to annoy him.

It was a good thing there was no one else around them taking this route, as they'd been sat at a green light for a minute at least before the taxi started going again. Approaching the aforementioned parked cars, familiar Honda Accord came into clear view, Jeanne's car!

"Think we've found your buddies," The driver slowed, passing by the taped area to get a good look at the scene of the crime. He turned and handed Teddy his business card "You call this number and you ask for Felix next time you need a ride, yeah? Twenty dollars, I give you discount 'cause I like you two."

Without arguing, Teddy took the card and gave him what he asked, insisting he should keep the change, mainly because he'd definitely be seeing Felix again in the near future if he couldn't find a car in the next twenty four hours. The two rushed to go and find Jeanne as Teddy uttered a few quick Thank you's on their way out.

It certainly looked like nothing from the outside. Just a whole bunch of police and detectives in an empty field. Hosah almost doubted the urgency of it all, until a familiar face appeared in-front of them.

"Fifteen bodies. Can you believe that? Fifteen? All in one plot, lined up shoulder to shoulder." Jeanne's voice shook as he described what all the officers were stood looking at.

The plot of land they'd all huddled around was way too small to fit even half of a regular sized body, they'd had to all been shifters.

Jeanne continued, seemingly unsure of what he was about to say, "The officers were just cruising around after someone had called talking about a suspicious guy walking around with a miniature shovel. Like, the flower planting kind, anyway, they caught him digging something up, and when they came out to ask him what was up, he ran." He could barely string along what he wanted to say, Hosah didn't think he'd ever seen him so stressed, or even showing so much emotion at all.

"There weren't any shifter paramedics available as soon as possible, the last of the bodies must've been killed.. I don't know, barely a few minutes before they'd spotted him. If you'd have been here when we got here, might've had a shot.. Nevermind. I- Yeah. Just, don't stress yourself out about it."

Oh. That guilty feeling rushed straight to Hosah's head, he couldn't tell if he could see, or hear, or even breathe. If he'd have been here. If none of the past week had ever happened, there could've been one less body. Hosah knew getting hung up on 'what ifs' was pointless, but it was the fact Jeanne had said it that cemented the thought into his mind. If he could've been here, he could've done something.

It certainly wouldn't have been the first time he'd taken the role of paramedic, and hell, he'd even been successful on the rare off chance, but that's what stung so badly about it all. Even if he gave it his all and failed, at least he had the fact he tried his hardest to cushion his fall. But he wasn't there, he couldn't have tried, and it was all too late now.

So clouded in his own guilt and selfishness, Hosah couldn't hear Teddy's pleas to just say something, anything. Anything that would tell him he was still, at least on a physical level, alive and well. The ringing in his ears was far too loud, and his vision far too blurred, even his heart in his throat prevented him from making a sound.

The tiny man blinked, snapping back into reality,

"Hosah, Hosah, hey-" Teddy's voice was panicked now, although there was no reason to be really, it's not like his boss could've died in the minute or so he spent wallowing in the pocket. "Hosah. You're crying."

"What? No, no I'm," he felt for his face, realising there were in fact tears streaming down his face. "Shit, ah, I am," Hosah had to laugh, or he'd probably start sobbing for real.

"He's wrong, you know. I took a look at the photos, and, looks to me like the fifteenth body bled to death. I- Well, I don't really wanna sit and describe it, but, you know," the assistant blabbered on, trying to find any minor detail that'd bring comfort to the disheveled man in his pocket. That didn't really matter to him, though, he didn't want to hear logic, he just wanted to drown in sorrow for a while.

-~-

The rest of the day was a blur. Hosah was all too caught up in his own head to really know what was going on around him. He sat once again on his assistants desk, pacing from one end of the paper to the other, reading body number #15's report until he could recite it from memory. Young girl, barely an adult, unidentified but matches description of a recently missing person.

He pulled his hair and scratched at his face, but that didn't change her fate. Teddy seemed to be right, upon close inspection to the pictures, there were decently wide piercings through the palms of both her hands. Hosah was no forensic pathologist, but that seemed enough to do the trick if left long enough. It made him sick to look at the pictures, whoever did this must've thought themselves to be some kind of artistically edgy try hard. Kneeled over the stack of files, notes and photographs, the detective scoffed to himself.

This wasn't artistic, this wasn't beautiful in any regard. None of these fifteen people had any interest in dying, they were just accessible and easy enough to use for whatever sick message this individual was trying to put out.

"Still looking over these?" The voice seemed to appear out of nowhere, making Hosah practically jump to his feet. Jeanne always had a way of emerging out of thin air when he'd least expect it.

He cleared his throat in an attempt to brush off his surprise, "Yeah, you know how it is."

The two sat in the quiet of the practically empty office for a few seconds. It had already gotten dark outside, and Teddy had wandered off to get coffee a good while ago by now.

"Mm, I'm sorry I told you , that, earlier. We were all stressed out, my brain went, I wasn't thinking straight. It's not your fault." Jeanne had leant down close to the surface of the cluttered desk.

The shrunken man just shrugged, too exhausted, both mentally and physically, to argue about it. "I get it. It's fine. I know not to get worked up about that kind of stuff." He lied, he really didn't know not to linger on the possibilities, what could've become of everyone he had the chance of saving.

"You might have a little body, but you have a big heart. Big, bleeding heart. You're empathetic, and you can't let this job take that away from you. You know, I wish I could feel like you seem to do." These kinds of sweet words meant a lot coming from someone Hosah had looked up to for so long.

Jeanne had always been the 'cool older cousin he so desperately wanted to be like when he grew up' type of figure. A mentor, someone that stuck up for him and helped him out. Honestly, the pair didn't really know much about each other and their pasts, but they didn't need to. They didn't even need to be anywhere near each other to know all it'd take was a call, and they'd be there.

The, lack of, response from Hosah seemed to make his superior nervous, "I worded that really weirdly, but you get what I'm talking about."

"Thanks. Don't overthink it, I get what you meant in the moment and I get what you're saying now." Well, he understood the sentiment at least. What he didn't really get was how one could feel in the same way as himself, was it not normal to experience every emotion as if it took over your entire body and mind? Weird. Hosah was aware he wasn't the most Average Joe, but he thought he at least had the same inner works that made up every human.

"Well," Jeanne stood to his full height, which wasn't too substantial, but still towered above Hosah's, "Don't be hanging around too late. I'm not sure Edward will appreciate it."

And just as quickly as he came, the illusive detective disappeared into the dimly lit maze of hallways. Although he could've sat and stared at the case file for another minute or so, staring at the empty space where Jeanne stood just a few moments ago seemed more productive. Besides, he worried if he stared back down, he'd fall straight to sleep right then and there.

Familiar footsteps approached, shaking Hosah's attention toward the opposite direction. Teddy was back with coffee and a singular bottle-cap. Eugh. The shifter knew all too well what this meant. Suddenly he felt as though he had been transported into the kinds of romance dramas his mom would watch back home, sweet and shy girl-next-door shrinks and is found by her dashing and mysterious boy crush, and only a true loves kiss can return her to normal. He wasn't actually sure how the two correlated, but it seemed to be a common enough trope to be laughable.

The assistants voice was hushed as he profusely apologised for taking so long, sitting back down in his seat and preparing a portion of the hot drink for Hosah.

"We're even now, you make me coffee, I make you one," Teddy wheeled his chair up closer, taking the first sip for himself.

Hosah couldn't tell if it was the sleep deprivation that made him laugh, or just the overall stupidity in the statement. Either way, he could use the caffeine. He'd already spent far too long trying to forget about the fact he'd let a few tears slip back earlier in the day, falling asleep on the commute home would be the ultimate loss of pride he had for himself, and any respect his assistant held for him.

Looking into the small sea of black coffee before him, the shifter realised just how disheveled he looked. Damn. Mental note taken, see a doctor immediately. Realising the fact he could barely keep his eyes open, Hosah took that as a sign he should probably drink up now too. There was just something about a bottle-cap full of coffee being so difficult to lift that was particularly embarrassing. Worried his shaky arms might slip, potentially ending up with a piping hot liquid burning at his skin, Hosah hurried to finish as quickly as possible. Luckily, partaking in such a mundane activity such as sharing a drink with a coworker didn't result in a disaster.

Focusing on something else in the room was a good idea. The tiny man's eyes nosied around his surroundings before landing on the digital clock to his right. God, almost ten o' clock already.

"We should head back now. It's getting late." Hosah stood to his full height, ready to be chauffeured via pocket all the way home.��

By now, he was very much tired of the pocket, and the subway station, and of his entire existence. The process of back and forth every day was getting increasingly boring. There was no fun in being cramped up in a stuffy coat all day.

Fortunately, the fact Hosah was slipping in and out of consciousness the whole way home made the journey much more bearable, although the falling feeling and the jolting awake so often became increasingly annoying after the third or fourth time.

He couldn't really care about dignity right now, just the fact he was able to sleep at all given the repeated mental beatings he'd received just in one day. This kind of job was bad for his health, high stress causes higher chances of being stuck at his shrunken height, or so that's what his doctor theorised. Most shifters had a cause for their shifting. Strong emotions, high stress situations, imbalance in hormones, underlying diseases, but Hosah, after years of bi-weekly checkups, had no excuse.

Hosah's shifting was a total mystery. There wasn't a single thing in the book he hadn't tried to get himself under control. Medication, therapy, monitoring his diet and his heart rate, hell, he'd even been hypnotised once, but his height changed were so sporadic, they couldn't be predicted in the slightest. In fact, the only commonality in it all was that stupid dream.

On the topic of dreaming, the pocket-sized detective was shrugged awake by the rustling of keys against the fabric of which he leaned against. Home at last.

A sudden urge to stay stiff had taken over the tiny body, although he was awake, something inside of him refused to let him move. Even when Teddy gave a little sing-song 'We're home' , the shifter couldn't find it in him to budge.

Despite the fact regular, fully conscious Hosah will hate himself for it in the future, current sleepy Hosah just wanted to be held and carried all the way to bed. This wasn't like him, being touched, no less by Teddy, was not something he particularly enjoyed, but here he was, heavy lidded and drowsily smiling to himself as the gentle fingers wrapped around his waist.

Still in his work clothes and boots, Teddy set down the tiny form down on his sheetless futon. In his best attempt to make a quick and seamless exit , Teddy could barely get out a ‘see you tomorrow’ before being confronted by the scene in front of him;

“Don’t go, please” If the Hosah with half of a mind could hear himself right now, he’d be immensely disappointed in what he’s become.

There was no way in the world Teddy could ever say no to that request.

He’d never felt his heart beat so fast as he awkwardly leant back to lay besides the impossibly small man lounging by the side of himself. Despite the fact he could definitely use the sleep, Teddy didn’t mind spending this time lying awake praying he didn’t accidentally roll over on-top of his co-worker.

Trying not to even make the slightest sound, Teddy twisted his body toward where Hosah lay. There he was, fast asleep surely enough. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen the man so peaceful, his eyebrow no longer furrowed as his body curled up, knees to his chest and arm folded the bottom of his face.

Teddy had secretly thought it many times before, but the man he’d carried around his pocket the last week was, in fact ,extremely beautiful. The first thing he’d noticed was Hosah’s big brown iris’ that made him look like a deer or something of the sort, then his high cheekbones and sharp jaw, now it was just how pretty he looked in such a serene state.

He was barely able to contain himself, his face from curling up into a smile as he watched the tiny chest rise and fall. That was another thing Teddy had found so beautiful about him, Hosah was just so small, the only thing he could think when he saw him this way was just how much the man looked like a little doll, the big eyes, the soft face despite having such sharp features, the detective just had an air of gracefulness that Teddy had only associated with the rococo style found in paintings.

For a moment, Teddy wondered what his boss would look like if he got an adequate amount of sleep and learnt how to shave properly. It already took a lot of will power to hold back from doing anything that could be humiliating or emasculating for the little guy. Such as, calling him things like that to his face. Teddy was just glad he was asleep so he didn’t have to witness just how badly his assistant was swooning over him. He’d already had to contain himself to an extortionate amount when Hosah had come up with such a cute nickname for him, now this was just too much to handle.

There had to be some kind of way to avoid getting these workplace crushes, but Teddy had already fallen too deep into it by now, and there was no shaking this one off it seemed.

[libertarian-druid-ny-separatist]

I have to say this on anon, because as I'm sure you know, there is no statute of limitations on murder. I didn't pull the trigger personally, but I was involved enough that they could still force me to take a plea deal to testify against the others.

Now you probably know a few years back on this website, there was some drama with a user who kept spamming everyone about "christian terrorism" something something. His name was Carlos Albuquerque and he was a bit unhinged to be fair. And some people accused him of being a pedophile because he wrote awful sexual fanfiction of children's cartoon characters.

Another user on this site was using the name "klubbhehead" at that time, but later changed it to r4cs0. This guy had a reputation as an "anti-SJW" blogger and was minimally popular with a certain circle of people, but his blog is honestly unfunny shitposts and minor drama, so he was never really going to amount to anything. But he is obsessed with being "Tumblr famous" as he calls it. He was desperate to be famous, and then he heard about a prison inmate called James Fairbanks, who became famous for hunting and murdering pedophiles. Soooo… r4cs0 put 2 and 2 together. Tumblr had a problem with an annoying pedophile and he wanted to be famous… Two birds with one stone, right?

It's been years now and I know the authorities will never find the body. r4cs0 never really did become famous in reality, even though he brags about being "Tumblr famous" on his blog. But the whole thing hasn't set right with me and still bothers my conscience. Did we really just murder an internet troll because r4cs0 wanted to indulge his eCeleb fantasy? Are we all pretending his posts are funny and that he's a cool guy, just because we secretly know there is a very different reason why we can't forget about him? Does that basically make him the OJ Simpson of Tumblr?

Anyway, you can do whatever you want with this knowledge but just keep in mind that shit like this does happen on this site and sometimes people literally die for things they post on the internet. Stay safe!

@r4cs0 did you know you supposedly aided and abbeted a murder?

[yourtoradorasextendedwarranty]

I have to say this on anon, because as I'm sure you know, there is no statute of limitations on murder. I didn't pull the trigger personally, but I was involved enough that they could still force me to take a plea deal to testify against the others.

Now you probably know a few years back on this website, there was some drama with a user who kept spamming everyone about "christian terrorism" something something. His name was Carlos Albuquerque and he was a bit unhinged to be fair. And some people accused him of being a pedophile because he wrote awful sexual fanfiction of children's cartoon characters.

Another user on this site was using the name "klubbhehead" at that time, but later changed it to r4cs0. This guy had a reputation as an "anti-SJW" blogger and was minimally popular with a certain circle of people, but his blog is honestly unfunny shitposts and minor drama, so he was never really going to amount to anything. But he is obsessed with being "Tumblr famous" as he calls it. He was desperate to be famous, and then he heard about a prison inmate called James Fairbanks, who became famous for hunting and murdering pedophiles. Soooo… r4cs0 put 2 and 2 together. Tumblr had a problem with an annoying pedophile and he wanted to be famous… Two birds with one stone, right?

It's been years now and I know the authorities will never find the body. r4cs0 never really did become famous in reality, even though he brags about being "Tumblr famous" on his blog. But the whole thing hasn't set right with me and still bothers my conscience. Did we really just murder an internet troll because r4cs0 wanted to indulge his eCeleb fantasy? Are we all pretending his posts are funny and that he's a cool guy, just because we secretly know there is a very different reason why we can't forget about him? Does that basically make him the OJ Simpson of Tumblr?

Anyway, you can do whatever you want with this knowledge but just keep in mind that shit like this does happen on this site and sometimes people literally die for things they post on the internet. Stay safe!

Uncertain of how to take this and less certain of the implications. Regardless I'll post it and let people make of it what they will. Because I have zero to gain or lose posting this.

[jungkookslipring]

I Will Never Make You Lonely: CH 3

Summary: When your life is falling apart, your 8 best friends are there to lift you up

TW: mentions of de&th, su!c!de, su!c!de tendencies, su!c!dal ideologies, depress!on, anxiety, crying. If this is in any way triggering I’d steer towards more of my happier works. 

If you or someone you love has thought of or acted on suicide, there is help and there is hope 

Call or text 988

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort, non-idol AU

PSA: this is no way represents the artists. While their birth names are used in this story, this is in no way a reflection of the artist or artists in real life.

AU: mentions of de&th are implied in this chapter, read at your own risk.

Ch 3

A few days later, you were in your room, double-checking to make sure you hadn't forgotten anything important. Minho, Hyunjin, Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin came in early to bid you farewell and wished you a safe journey. They were sad that they couldn't accompany you as their schedules didn't permit them. Although you weren't going to be away for long, you were eagerly looking forward to your flight back to Seoul. As you packed your last-minute items such as your toothbrush, contact lenses, medication, etc., there was a soft knock at your door.

“Come in,” you answered. Changbin and Han peeked their heads in as the door slowly opened. They didn't have classes till later.

“Hey,” they greeted you with smiles.

“Hi,” you said. 

“You all packed up?” Han asked. You nodded.

“Yeah, just packed up the last-minute stuff,” you said pointing to your toiletry bag that sat on top of your backpack. Changbin stepped forward.

“Well before you go, I didn’t want you to leave without this,” he said as he pulled out a squishmallow he had behind his back. It was a large taro boba squishmallow. 

“What’s this?” you ask as you stare at it with adoration.

“We know you were talking about getting yourself one. We were going to give it to you on your birthday but decided maybe you needed it more now,” he said with a smile. You slowly accepted the squishmallow and you held it close. 

“You guys are amazing, thank you,” you say sincerely, pulling them both into a hug. They would truly do anything to help you feel better. When it was time to leave, you saw Chris walking out of his room with his favorite sweatshirt in hand, ready to give it to you. You folded it and put it in your backpack along with the squishmallow. The boys hugged you goodbye and you left. The ride to the airport was terrible and the flight was worse. While the flight itself was smooth as can be, you couldn't sleep for the 12-hour flight, despite trying everything from listening to music, podcasts, and the ASMR links that Felix sent you, but Chris's sweatshirt and squishmallow provided some comfort. You curled up with them, feeling the scent of Chris's cologne. When you landed at SEATAC, you messaged Peyton and the boys to let them know you made it back.

It's The Spamming For Me

Me: Just landed in SEATAC

They all must’ve had their phones surgically glued to their hands because they all responded immediately.

Father of 7: glad you made it safely!

Cowife: eat and sleep well y/n!

Twin: miss you already!

Disney Prince: sleep well y/n, see you soon

BBG: sending you so many hugs

Angel Baby: you’re already missed!

Minnie Mouse: THE APARTMENT IS CHAOS COME BACK NOW

It's just a Little Guy: we love you y/n

You giggled at their messages as you quickly responded. 

Me: I love you all too xoxo

After retrieving your bag, you headed towards the sky bridge that connects to the parking garage. Peyton was already there, waiting for you. Seeing only Peyton pick you up instead of her and Carter made your heart hurt, but you sucked it up and walked quickly over to Peyton. As soon as you were in each other’s arms, you could hear her sniffles, but you stayed strong for her. Peyton was Carter's only legal guardian, so you had to be there for her.

“How was your flight?” she sniffed as she helped you with your backpack. You shrugged.

“Fine, I guess…I didn’t exactly sleep,” you said scratching your neck. As you both walked towards the parking garage, she threw an arm around you. She then threw your backpack into the backseat before starting the engine. The drive to Peyton's place was quiet and uneventful. Once you arrived, you tossed your belongings onto the bed in the spare bedroom. While you were unpacking, Peyton walked in with two glasses in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.

“It probably isn’t ideal, but Carter would’ve done it for either of us,” she said with a slight smile. You snorted because yes, Carter would’ve 110% gotten plastered the night before either of their funerals. The two of you made your way to the balcony and plopped yourselves down on the couch. Even though you felt like crap, there was a gentle breeze and at least the stars were out, and the skyline was gorgeous.

“How have you been?” Peyton asked. You shrugged.

“It’s been a rollercoaster for sure,” you said, swirling your glass. Peyton nodded.

“But how about you?” you ask. You had no right to be feeling the way Peyton felt. That’s what you told yourself at least.

“I can’t bring myself to even sit in the living room sometimes,” she says looking down at her glass. You nodded; Carter used to always sleep on the couch when she’d stay the night, claiming it was comfier than Peyton’s bed. 

“I’m sure the guys have been there for you?” Peyton asked before sipping her wine. You smiled. 

“Yeah, they’ve been nothing but amazing. One night I had been up for almost 72 hours cause I couldn’t sleep and I was studying, but the guys got me to participate in our weekly Friday night movie marathon night, and I ended up getting a decent amount of sleep.” Peyton smiled at that. 

“It’s nice having friends like that,” she said genuinely; she was a little concerned though. She could sense you were distracting yourself more than just feeling the emotions. The thought of your boys made your heart sing.

“They’re the best…,” you said before taking a swig of your wine as Peyton watched.

“Damn down the hatch,” she says with a wet chuckle. 

You spent the rest of the night with your friend, sharing your favorite memories of Carter. It was a way to remember her, especially the stories you wouldn't dare tell at the funeral. The day of the funeral came around too quickly. You woke up feeling heavy-hearted, wrapped in Chris's hoodie, holding a plush toy close to your chest. It took all your strength to get out of bed and ready for the funeral. You couldn't believe you were preparing to say goodbye to your best friend.

You tried to remain composed for the sake of Carter's family. The funeral went by in a blur, and you were grateful there was no open casket. It helped you stay strong for everyone, but you couldn't help denying the fact that Carter was in that casket, about to be buried six feet under. You tried to push the thought out of your mind, but it kept coming back.

You let your friends know you needed to study at your apartment for a few days, but you'd be back soon. They understood and said you were always welcome to come back. When it was time for you to leave, you said goodbye to Peyton and sent a text to your friends to let them know you were heading home. You knew you couldn't stay in the States any longer without it feeling too real.

It's The Spamming For Me

Me: I’m heading home

Father of 7: have a safe flight y/n!

Twin: see you soon!

Disney Prince: xoxoxo!

BBG: Minho and I wish you safe travels!

Angel Baby: YAY! Get back safely, I need my cuddle buddy!

Minnie Mouse: Have a safe flight! Jeongin says hurry back and save him from Minho

The second you stepped foot in your place, it didn’t feel right. You pulled out your phone and dialed the first name in your contacts list.  

While he was in the shower, Chris’s phone started ringing.

“Hannie, can you grab that for me please?” Chris called out. Han grabbed the phone and checked who it was before answering. 

“Chris’s phone, his favorite child speaking,” Han joked, pretty proud of himself. 

“Yah!” Chris scolded but with a big smile plastered on his face. You snorted.

“Felix?” You said biting your lip trying not to laugh. Han’s eyes went huge. 

“YAH!” He yelled even louder. Chris laughed as he did his best not to get water in his eyes from leaning so far back. You shook your head.

“Can I come over? I was going to study at my place but I need a change of scenery,” you say playing with your shirt.

“You don’t have to ask y/n, you're always welcome,” Han said sincerely. You smiled at that.

“Okay, I’ll see you guys soon then!” You said enthusiastically. 

“See you soon!” He said before hanging up. He set the phone down and looked at Chris. 

“Y/n is coming over so get unnaked,” he said jokingly before going to open the door. Chris laughed.

“She lives 10 min from us. I think I have time!” Chris shouted back with a big smile on his face. You kept your composure when you walked in, despite the lump in your throat upon opening their door. All of the boys greeted and chatted with you briefly before you retreated to your room. Instead of unpacking and relaxing, you decided to work on your computer. Despite not getting any sleep on the flight, you felt that you should be productive. It was around 9 pm, and although you were exhausted, you didn't want to think about the funeral. While reading case studies, you came across one that deeply affected you. It made your heartache. This particular case study caused one of the subjects to take their own life because of the trauma they went through. Once you were about to finish writing a sentence, you got a call from Carter’s sister. 

“Hey Peyton,” you say as you continue typing. You heard sniffling on the other line.

“Pey? Shit did I forget to let you know I made it back??” You ask. You heard her take a shaky exhale before speaking. 

“No no, you did…um…I don’t know how to say this so I’m just going to say it. Y/n…Carter’s death wasn’t an accident,” she choked out. Your eyes went huge.

“What do you mean?” You ask frantically. You were hoping with every fiber of your being it wasn’t what you thought it was.

“I was sitting in her room and I…I found a letter…” and your heart stopped.

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taglist: @felixmainacc @felixburneracc @myforevermelody143 @dunno-wut-to-do @itzsana-kiddingmenow

[aroacesafeplaceforall]

I’m sorry to see that you took my earlier ask the wrong way! I didn’t quote you in that, but I’ll quote you now so we can both be on the same page as to what I was responding to.

You said “the term actually asexual started as an aphobic or ace spec exclusionary tag/label.” Then you went on to explain the gatekeeping sub-community that used the term a couple years ago.

I’m not disputing that that happened, I am saying that that is not where the term “started”. It started in 2012, inspired by the actuallyautistic tag, as a method to avoid spam in the main tag. At that point it had no exclusionary connotation. Using actually- tags was a trend on tumblr in the early-mid 2010s so that members of marginalized communities could make sure their voices were heard. This use went out of fashion after that era of spam dried up, so it’s understandable that you wouldn’t know about it, and that you would overestimate your knowledge of history and make such a confident but incorrect statement as you did about the term’s true origin.

I know that emotionally it can be really difficult to deal with a message online correcting a statement you’ve made. It can feel like I’m telling you you’re wrong and you should feel bad for it, so I want to make it clear that this is not anon hate, just somebody who cares about aspec community memory. Nobody is right all the time! I’ve been confidently incorrect plenty of times in my life so I understand how the embarrassment can feel like a slap in the face. That’s ok, and those feelings aren’t always an indication that you’re being put down or judged. It’s necessary that we as people can hold discussions where we’re trying to figure out what’s correct collaboratively and not argumentatively, and that means recognizing when the people you’re speaking with are well-intentioned and responding in kind.

Anyway, yeah, I remember being younger and I remember how mortified I would have felt to read the message I sent, so no judgement at all. The good thing is that as life goes on you get more experience, more desensitization to those extreme feelings, more contextual knowledge to recognize that it’s ok, etc etc.

I’m not asking you to respond to this ask in any way, I just want to make it clear that I wasn’t trying to put you down at all. Have a good night!

lmao bestie, reading this was a wild ride and I wish i kept your past post as you back tracked twice.

Yeah i think this was mostly a misunderstanding on both sides and we were both wrong, however I will say in your OG ask you stated the tag started in 2022. But the reason you gave was the same.

I don't know how active you were on the "actually asexual" tag back in the day, but people were still not being the greatest over the split attraction model. It wasn't suddenly a safe haven for all asexuals (just like the current ace tags).

"Using actually- tags was a trend on tumblr in the early-mid 2010s so that members of marginalized communities could make sure their voices were heard. This use went out of fashion after that era of spam dried up, so it’s understandable that you wouldn’t know about it, and that you would overestimate your knowledge of history and make such a confident but incorrect statement as you did about the term’s true origin."

Yeah I know actually. I've been here since around 2016/17 and I do deep dives into tumblr and older posts a lot in my free time. I'm not new here actually and to give a rough est. of my age, I was never under the age of 13 on the site. "actually-" tags are still quite popular, actually asexual being the most known in my circle for obvious reasons. "I know that emotionally it can be really difficult to deal with a message online correcting a statement you’ve made. It can feel like I’m telling you you’re wrong and you should feel bad for it, so I want to make it clear that this is not anon hate, just somebody who cares about aspec community memory. Nobody is right all the time!"

You are right here, and I agree. But the way you originally phrased your "correction" was not only incorrect, but spiteful and hateful. It might not of read so to you but saying shit like "clearly you don't care about" and "you're to young to understand" isn't constructive criticism, its in-fact quite annoying and patronising. Statements like that are meant to enrage people, which is why I did not respond to you OG asks as I don't want to spiral a small matter. I would also like to say you final statements, while correct, are also quite sarcastically sweet to almost (very) patronising. Please do not talk to me like you would a small child.

[detentiontrack]

I have to say this on anon, because as I'm sure you know, there is no statute of limitations on murder. I didn't pull the trigger personally, but I was involved enough that they could still force me to take a plea deal to testify against the others.

Now you probably know a few years back on this website, there was some drama with a user who kept spamming everyone about "christian terrorism" something something. His name was Carlos Albuquerque and he was a bit unhinged to be fair. And some people accused him of being a pedophile because he wrote awful sexual fanfiction of children's cartoon characters.

Another user on this site was using the name "klubbhehead" at that time, but later changed it to r4cs0. This guy had a reputation as an "anti-SJW" blogger and was minimally popular with a certain circle of people, but his blog is honestly unfunny shitposts and minor drama, so he was never really going to amount to anything. But he is obsessed with being "Tumblr famous" as he calls it. He was desperate to be famous, and then he heard about a prison inmate called James Fairbanks, who became famous for hunting and murdering pedophiles. Soooo… r4cs0 put 2 and 2 together. Tumblr had a problem with an annoying pedophile and he wanted to be famous… Two birds with one stone, right?

It's been years now and I know the authorities will never find the body. r4cs0 never really did become famous in reality, even though he brags about being "Tumblr famous" on his blog. But the whole thing hasn't set right with me and still bothers my conscience. Did we really just murder an internet troll because r4cs0 wanted to indulge his eCeleb fantasy? Are we all pretending his posts are funny and that he's a cool guy, just because we secretly know there is a very different reason why we can't forget about him? Does that basically make him the OJ Simpson of Tumblr?

Anyway, you can do whatever you want with this knowledge but just keep in mind that shit like this does happen on this site and sometimes people literally die for things they post on the internet. Stay safe!

My wise mind knows that this is most likely a joke or a copy pasta, but also the anons I get are actually insane enough to confess to murder in my inbox

[fallen-gravity]

Safe Haven

Molly wakes up in the middle of the night to a series of franctic texts from Ollie telling her to look outside.

Her heart drops in her chest when she sees him standing at her front door, duffle bag of his belongings hidden poorly behind his back.

Notes:

A safe haven is a person we can turn to and know that they care about our safety, will respond to our distress, help us co-regulate, and are a source of emotional and physical comfort. Safety in relationships involves being able to show up exactly as you are and receiving love, affection, support, encouragement, and understanding. Being your authentic self and being loved for it.

AO3

Molly doesn’t have any idea what time it is when she’s awoken by the sound of her phone buzzing.

All she knows is that whoever’s texting her needs her attention and needs it now, given by the fact that they seem to be texting her every three seconds. Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt.

She squints at the harsh bright light from her phone screen, and just barely notices the time as she swipes her phone to unlock it. 1:15am. 

That’s…weird. She can’t imagine any of her friends would still be awake. She supposes it could be Libby texting her about how the book she’d been reading ended, but…no, Libby doesn’t like staying up past midnight because of how loopy she tends to get after her self-designated bedtime.

Molly frowns. If it’s not Libby, and it’s not anyone in her family, who could possibly-

Bzzzt. Another text comes in, and Molly’s heart drops to her stomach once she’s finally able to put the pieces together.

From: Ollie <3, five minutes ago: molly?

From: Ollie <3, five minutes ago: are you awake?

From: Ollie <3, four minutes ago: please

From: Ollie <3, three minutes ago: i don’t know what to do

From: Ollie <3, three minutes ago: i don’t think i *can* do anything

From: Ollie <3, two minutes ago: i’m sorry for spamming 

From: Ollie <3, one minute ago: but

From: Ollie <3, one minute ago: i’m so…scared

From: Ollie <3, one minute ago: i know i probably shouldn’t be, but…

From: Ollie <3, one minute ago: i just don’t know what to do anymore

There’s a larger gap between messages after that, and then, the message that concerns Molly most of all,

From: Ollie <3, ten seconds ago: look outside

Outside? Molly’s heart pounds in her chest. What could Ollie be so afraid of that’s outside? Are his parents building a giant ghost weapon? Are they trying to sneak over and plant traps in front of her house, because they cornered Ollie into telling them about Scratch? 

…No, she trusts Ollie with all her heart. She knows he would never cave that quickly. She knows he’d never just sit around if either she or Scratch were in danger. She jumps out of bed and rushes to her window, and for a moment she’s not really sure what she’s supposed to be looking for, until….she looks down towards her own front yard. It’s almost impossible to tell from where she’s looking, but if she really squints, she thinks she can see…. Ollie himself pacing nervously back and forth on the front porch. 

With increasingly shaking hands, Molly grabs her phone from her nightstand.

To: Ollie <3, just now: OLLIE?? ARE YOU OUTSIDE??

Then, just as quickly as she’d sent it, 

From: Ollie <3, just now: yes

He’s still typing, but Molly doesn’t want to give her anxious thoughts any more time to dwell on what he could be doing here. As quickly as her shaking hands can manage, she unlocks the hatch door to her room, kicks the ladder into place, and scrambles down the steps as gracefully as she can without falling down them. 

(She supposes that she probably could’ve been a teensy bit quieter about it, but this is Ollie and he could be in danger and that’s all she really cares about right now.)

She stumbles down the staircase, and pauses for a moment to pretend she’s not completely out of breath from all that running before she unlocks the door. There stands Ollie, expression that of a kicked puppy, and a poorly hidden duffle bag of his belongings hidden behind his back.  It takes everything in her not to throw her arms around him right then and there, but he looks absolutely shaken to his core and Molly’s not sure sudden movements like that would be the best course of action. 

She settles instead for frantically gripping at her hair. “Ollie?” she squeaks in a panicked whisper-shout.  “Are you okay? What happened?”

“My parents are freaking out, Molly” he whispers, dropping the duffle bag and wrapping his arms around himself in a nervous hug. “Ever since we came home from the convention, they’ve been talking nonstop about how some evil ghost must’ve stolen the canister and how to figure out how to track it down and that we need to crack down on hunting now more than ever. June hasn’t said anything to them, and I’m not worried she will, but…” he somehow manages to shrink in on himself despite standing in place, “...I overheard Mom and Dad talking after they thought I was asleep. I heard them use my name.” he loosens his grip on himself to reach over and grab Molly by the shoulders, eyes trembling with fear. “I…I got so scared, Molly, I had no idea if they were talking about me or if they were planning on talking to me, but…” he tightens his grip on her shoulders. “...I didn’t want to wait around to find out. I waited until they finally went to bed, and then…I ran.” 

He looks like he’s tearing up. “I didn’t know who else to go to but you, Molly. I grabbed my share of the emergency supplies we keep in case we ever need to evacuate because of…well….ghosts,” he coughs, “...and I just ran. Please,” he begs, removing his hands from her shoulder and clasping his shaky hands atop her own, “I don’t care if you give me another speech about being honest with them or if you make me go home in the morning. Can I stay the night? Please?” His voice drops to a whisper, “you’re the only one I trust with this.”

Molly can feel her heart breaking in her chest. In any other circumstances she’d be thrilled to let him stay the night, and would probably be writing in her journal and squealing about it to Libby all weekend that Ollie wanted to stay the night at her place, but…not like this. Never like this. He’s the sweetest, kindest person she knows; he’s the last person who deserves to feel like he doesn’t even belong in his own home with his own family. 

She picks up his bag for him and she’s about to gesture up the stairs for him to follow her to her room, but the sound of a light switch flicking on and a door opening upstairs scares both of them so badly that they end up clinging to each other in a startled hug before she can. 

“Molly McGee!” Her mom shouts, and the two of them quickly scramble to let go of each other and brush themselves off. Sharon comes storming down the stairs, eyes closed and pinching the bridge of her nose. “What on earth are you doing up at one in the morning? I got up because I thought Darryl was up to something, but then I found your door wide open and Darryl fast asleep in his room!” She glares daggers into her daughter. “Do you have any idea how much trouble you’re gonna get for trying to sneak out? How worried-”

Ollie quickly steps in front of Molly in a protective stance, and Molly quietly groans under her breath about how now is the worst possible time for a massive blush to be blossoming to her cheeks.

“She wasn’t sneaking out, Mrs. McGee. I…I was trying to sneak in.” 

Sharon’s posture changes instantaneously. “Ollie?” 

Now Molly’s the one stepping in a protective stance in front of Ollie. “Please, Mom. Just one night. That’s all he’s asking.” 

“You can call my parents in the morning if they come looking,” Ollie adds from behind, placing a gentle hand on Molly’s shoulder. “But…just for tonight…” he trails off, and Molly places a hand on top of his in an attempt to help calm his nerves. 

There’s a beat of silence as Sharon looks back and forth between Molly and Ollie, and then to Ollie’s duffle bag on the floor, and when she starts to step towards them Ollie takes hold of Molly’s hand and squeezes it gently. To the surprise of both of them, Sharon simply walks past them to close the front door before giving Ollie a gentle pat on the head. 

“You’re always welcome here, Ollie” Sharon whispers in her overprotective motherly tone. “No questions asked” 

There’s the tiniest little hitch in his voice, and Molly’s sure the only reason she notices at all is because they’re standing so close together. “I don’t…I don’t understand”

Sharon smiles. “You’re a good kid, Ollie. Molly’s been telling me about how conflicted you’ve been feeling at home. You don’t have to hide anything here. We promised to keep Scratch safe no questions asked and we’re happy to do the same for you. McGee or no.”

There’s another pause of silence, and when Molly glances beside her to see if Ollie’s okay he looks like he’s seconds away from bursting into tears. Molly winds her arm around him in a side-hug as a silent it’ll be okay sort of gesture, and he silently leans into the hug in return like a silent i know, thank you. 

Sharon smiles at the two of them before turning to Ollie again. “Do you want me to bring you a cup of hot cocoa? That always helps Molly when she’s having nightmares”

Ollie nods silently at that, after which Sharon gestures up the stairs. “Molly, will you help bring his stuff up the stairs to the guest room?”

“Of course,” Molly replies, and gently gives Ollie one more squeeze before she lets go of him to help carry his duffle bag up the stairs. They don’t say much as they make their way to the guest room, and once they arrive, Ollie sits down on the bed and stiffly folds his hands together. 

Molly places his bag by the nightstand, but when she goes to close the door, Ollie twitches, a silent please don’t go, she instead settles for sitting beside him on the bed. 

“I’m…I’m sorry” he sighs, curling up to bring his knees to his chin.

Molly frowns. “What do you have to be sorry for?” 

Ollie’s face contorts uncomfortably. “I mean…I’m probably overreacting in the grand scheme of things, but I just feel so…unsafe at home right now, you know? Because my parents are suspicious that something happened to the canister, and they’d never expect me or June to have stolen it from them, so now they’ve been talking about doubling down on training, they want to create what they call even stronger models of the Spectral Snare, they’re talking stronger weapons, surveillance cameras, all these big ideas that have me worried that they’re planning something awful. I know we were able to stop all of Brighton from going on an all-out witch hunt on ghosts, but…my parents are different. They’re persistent. Once they think they’re on the hot trail of something, they don’t stop following it until they’re surethey’ve caught it. It’s…it’s partly what brought us here to Brighton in the first place.” 

He pulls his head from where he’d buried it into his knees just enough to look Molly in the eyes, and her heart breaks at how much fear and uncertainty there is plastered all over his face. “They used my name behind my back, Molly. What if they found out that I’m trying to help ghosts instead of hurting them? What if they think I’ve betrayed them for life? You saw how much they reacted when I tried talking to them at NecroComicon, what if they’re planning something behind my back because they know I’ll try to stop them? And if I do try to stop them, what are they gonna do with me? Are they gonna hate me for the rest of my life? Are they actually gonna kick me out?”

He’s shaking again, and Molly can recognize the start of a downward spiral anywhere. She places a gentle hand on his shoulder and considers it a blessing that he doesn’t flinch or pull away. 

“That’s what I’m here for, Ollie” she whispers gently. “Everything’s gonna be okay. Your parents won’t have to know a thing. Making the world a better place for everyone includes you, Ollie, not just our ghost friends. We’ll get there someday. We’re gonna change their minds. I promise.”

“But what if we can’t?” Ollie’s voice begins to waver. “What if we can’t ever change their minds? What if they hate ghosts forever? If we try and we try and can never get through to them?”

“Well…” Molly smiles weakly, and places a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Do you remember what you said to me the very first time I tried convincing you that ghosts could be good?” 

He seems a little caught-off guard by that comment, and cringes in response. Molly gives him a gentle pat, but continues on. “You told me there was no way you could change your mind about ghosts. You said they were vicious and cruel and that their only purpose was to scare and hurt people.” She shakes her head, but doesn’t give him any time to dwell on that before she continues. “But look at you now! You have ghost friends! You were able to get through to Blair at the video store when nobody else could! You’re giving ghosts hugs! You’re protecting them from other people who want to hurt them!” Molly smiles. “If you can have a change of heart like that, I’m sure that it’s not too late for your parents, either” 

Ollie sighs at that, and almost seems to accept it, but then he starts cringing again. He drops his head to his knees again, but keeps his head up just enough to still be able to look at Molly. “Ugh, I did say all of that stuff, didn’t I? I’m sorry I was being so stubborn. I was probably acting like a huge jerk.”

“Up up,” Molly shakes her head, wiggling her finger in front of him in an exaggerated manner. “We’re done talking about that. That apology train already left the station and I’ve already punched your ticket. It’s too late to turn back around. Choo choo!” She tugs an arm into the air as she mimics a train whistle, hoping it’ll at least get a smile out of him, and Molly’s whole face lights up when it gets a shy laugh out of him.

“You’re right,” he says, and Molly’s relieved to find there’s no waver in his voice anymore. “You did already tell me not to say sorry for all of that anymore. And…you’re probably right about my parents, too” he relaxes his posture a bit, returning to a regular sitting position with his legs dangling over the edge of the bed, but there’s a frown forming on his face again. “But it just scares me so much, you know? Everything is changing so quickly. I’ve never felt so disconnected from my parents in my entire life. I love them to death, Molly, I don’t want to feel like I don’t belong at home, but…” he sighs, “everything just feels so…fleeting and conditional right now. Like, they’d never say it, but it feels like I’m not truly a Chen unless I’m a Ghost Chaser Chen.”

He looks like he wants to curl in on himself again, so to prevent that from happening Molly scooches closer to him on the bed and leans against him. He doesn’t flinch or pull away from the gesture, which is a good sign. “We both know that’s not true, Ollie” she whispers, resting her head against his neck. “We’ll make things better for you at home; no matter how long it takes. I promise.” She smiles up at him as much as she can manage without pulling away from him. “I Molly McGee guarantee it, even”

He huffs quietly in response. Molly can’t quite see the look on his face, but doesn’t really need to, because between one blink and the next he’s practically drooping himself over her like she’s a safety blanket, head smushed into the top of hers and an arm wound around her. He feels around the bed like he’s trying to find something, and when Molly silently offers him a hand he takes it into his, intertwining their fingers together.

“Thank you,” he murmurs into her hair. There’s a beat of silence before he speaks again, like he’s just taking a moment to soak her in. “It just… sometimes it feels like you’re the only constant I have left right now. I don’t know how I feel at home, I don’t know what things are gonna be like in the near future, but…” he gives her hand a gentle squeeze, and pulls his head away from hers to look her in the eyes. His eyes are shining again, but it doesn’t seem to be out of fear or sadness like it was before, but rather….something almost loving. 

Something that reminds her of the way he’d looked at her during the Brighton Bop. 

“...I feel safe with you, Molly. I feel like even when everything else feels scary and unsure, I feel like everything’s gonna be okay with you. You’re not gonna judge me, you’re not gonna turn on me, you’re gonna fight with me, not against me. I feel…” he pauses, like he’s almost too shy to even say it, “...loved when I’m with you, Molly, even when I don’t exactly feel that way in other places.”

Ollie leans into her again, eyes closed and a soft smile forming on his face as if to prove his point. In response, Molly winds her free arm around him and gives him a gentle squeeze. He hums happily at that, which almost knocks the words right out of Molly’s brain. She clears her throat to try again, and only barely manages to keep the flustered squeak out of her voice.

“That’s how I want you to feel everywhere, Ollie” she murmurs. “For however safe and loved you feel with me, I want you to feel that tenfold everywhere you go. And if I’m gonna have to be the one to see that through, then I promise that I’m gonna stand by your side until you do” 

He laughs quietly at that, as if to say he couldn’t possibly feel more loved by anyone or anything else than he does by her, and he uses the arm wound around her to pull her even closer to him. 

“You too. I want you to feel safe and loved wherever you go, too” he murmurs, and gently bumps his head against hers as if he were a cat. “Because…I love you too, you know”

Molly hums happily in response, because that’s all her pounding chest is currently allowing her to do. She leans against him again and closes her eyes, and it’s not long before he reciprocates the gesture. Neither of them are sure just how long they stay like that, all wrapped up in their own bubble of love and affection, not one of them saying another word in fear of bursting it.

They’re so caught up in their own bubble, in fact, that neither of them notice when Sharon sneaks into the room holding two cups of steaming cocoa, sees them with big, happy smiles on their faces, and quietly places the two cups on the surface closest to the door before sneaking back out, a warm, proud smile forming to her own face as well. 

[autumnslance]

Search, Tags, and Tumblr

Tumblr's search functions are notoriously weird, but there's a few common things to know about how it works in conjunction with Tagging. First things first:

-Tags are for searching but also personal blog organization as desired. This is why some folks have weird/funny personal use tags. Tags can use dashes and spaces, but not regular double quote marks ("), though single marks are fine (').

-Tag for what's in the post; adding other, unrelated tags "for visibility" is against Tumblr's TOS and gets you reported for Spam!

Example: if you make a post for your new Clive Rosfield screenshots, make sure you're only tagging terms relevant to Final Fantasy XVI and Clive Rosfield (and any personal organizing tags like "screenshots"); don't add tags like "Star Wars" and "SpongeBob", as Clive has nothing to do with those!

-Tag without censoring words! We use filters/blacklists here to avoid things we don't want to see. Can also work for words in the body of a post. There's no rules here against using "kill" or "death" or other terms defining common human experiences determined "too negative/dangerous" on other sites (stay civil to each other).

-If you do alt-spell things, it's only in the body of a post and usually when it's dislike of a fandom thing as a courtesy to those enjoyers. If I make a shipping post and say, for example, "I can't stand R3y|o", that's when I want to use weird spelling and symbols--and no common tags for that fandom! If you do use tags for organizing, keep it to things like "#anti (thing) or "#(thing) critical", again spelled correctly for others' blacklisting purposes and to keep it out of the Reylo Search and Tags so those fans can enjoy their ship without seeing negativity. Because...

-General Search pulls from Tags and Also terms found in the body of a post. If I just put "Thancred" in the Search bar at the top of the page, it'll show me any and all posts with "Thancred" in them, including 1) if the name is in the body of the post, 2) if the name is in a tag that's a sentence/includes other words, and 3) even if not tagged for Thancred.

This caused some wank a couple years back for certain fans when someone tagged a lascivious picture set with what they knew was a triggery NOTP for many...but they also put the characters' names in the post body, not realizing simply searching for either of those characters would pull it up (They also, IMO, should have put the images under a Read More to be doubly safe, for themselves and for others they knew might be upset stumbling onto said images, but the crux was not realizing how Tumblr Search worked).

-Tag Search specifically pulls from the tags; per Tumblr's info pages, the first 20 tags (out of 30 total allowed) now will show up in search. Common, consistent tags first are good for visibility. You can also Follow tags you want to keep track of; there's even a tab on your Dash for it.

-Reblogs do not show up in the searches, even with additions and new notes. However, a blacklist filter will catch tags put on the original post, even if the reblogger doesn't add it when it ends up on your Dash.

-You can also blacklist blog names/URLs. Think of it like Twitter's muting rather than a full block (though one can do that too, and should as needed).

Example: someone following Seanan McGuire doesn't like frogs, but she reblogs a lot of frogs. The follower blocked and blacklisted the blogs she often reblogs frogs from to minimize the number of frogs they see while still following a favorite author for her book info.

-If people ask you to tag a thing cuz it's a squick or full-on trigger, you can just do it, or you can politely say no; that's valid. It's up to that person then to decide if they want to blacklist or unfollow or block or what. Just be civil either and both ways.

In summary: if you're talking about bunnies cuz you took pictures at the local farm show, just write "bunnies" normally in the body and/or tags of the post, so anyone with "bunnies" blacklisted can avoid it--and folks who want to see cute pics of bunnies can find it!

Even if you use proper tags, or no tags, or only use alternate spellings in the post body to keep things out of the tags/searches, consider still using a Read More as a last line of courtesy to any followers or random folks you don't want to catch in the crossfire. Also consider hiding your blog from Search results, and/or Private posts.

Tumblr's Help Center (On Desktop browser, go to the "About" link, and then the "Resources" menu; on Mobile App, go to Account settings, General settings, scroll down to "Help" under "Account") has further info about Searches and Tagging (and everything else!), and as that info changes, it's a good idea to keep track of those page updates, as well as the @changes blog to keep track of new updates, bugs, recent fixes, and upcoming info.

[calyroco]

I have to say this on anon, because as I'm sure you know, there is no statute of limitations on murder. I didn't pull the trigger personally, but I was involved enough that they could still force me to take a plea deal to testify against the others.

Now you probably know a few years back on this website, there was some drama with a user who kept spamming everyone about "christian terrorism" something something. His name was Carlos Albuquerque and he was a bit unhinged to be fair. And some people accused him of being a pedophile because he wrote awful sexual fanfiction of children's cartoon characters.

Another user on this site was using the name "klubbhehead" at that time, but later changed it to r4cs0. This guy had a reputation as an "anti-SJW" blogger and was minimally popular with a certain circle of people, but his blog is honestly unfunny shitposts and minor drama, so he was never really going to amount to anything. But he is obsessed with being "Tumblr famous" as he calls it. He was desperate to be famous, and then he heard about a prison inmate called James Fairbanks, who became famous for hunting and murdering pedophiles. Soooo… r4cs0 put 2 and 2 together. Tumblr had a problem with an annoying pedophile and he wanted to be famous… Two birds with one stone, right?

It's been years now and I know the authorities will never find the body. r4cs0 never really did become famous in reality, even though he brags about being "Tumblr famous" on his blog. But the whole thing hasn't set right with me and still bothers my conscience. Did we really just murder an internet troll because r4cs0 wanted to indulge his eCeleb fantasy? Are we all pretending his posts are funny and that he's a cool guy, just because we secretly know there is a very different reason why we can't forget about him? Does that basically make him the OJ Simpson of Tumblr?

Anyway, you can do whatever you want with this knowledge but just keep in mind that shit like this does happen on this site and sometimes people literally die for things they post on the internet. Stay safe!

This is some wild rpf. Thanks for putting this in my inbox, I guess

[catos-wound]

I have to say this on anon, because as I'm sure you know, there is no statute of limitations on murder. I didn't pull the trigger personally, but I was involved enough that they could still force me to take a plea deal to testify against the others.

Now you probably know a few years back on this website, there was some drama with a user who kept spamming everyone about "christian terrorism" something something. His name was Carlos Albuquerque and he was a bit unhinged to be fair. And some people accused him of being a pedophile because he wrote awful sexual fanfiction of children's cartoon characters.

Another user on this site was using the name "klubbhehead" at that time, but later changed it to r4cs0. This guy had a reputation as an "anti-SJW" blogger and was minimally popular with a certain circle of people, but his blog is honestly unfunny shitposts and minor drama, so he was never really going to amount to anything. But he is obsessed with being "Tumblr famous" as he calls it. He was desperate to be famous, and then he heard about a prison inmate called James Fairbanks, who became famous for hunting and murdering pedophiles. Soooo… r4cs0 put 2 and 2 together. Tumblr had a problem with an annoying pedophile and he wanted to be famous… Two birds with one stone, right?

It's been years now and I know the authorities will never find the body. r4cs0 never really did become famous in reality, even though he brags about being "Tumblr famous" on his blog. But the whole thing hasn't set right with me and still bothers my conscience. Did we really just murder an internet troll because r4cs0 wanted to indulge his eCeleb fantasy? Are we all pretending his posts are funny and that he's a cool guy, just because we secretly know there is a very different reason why we can't forget about him? Does that basically make him the OJ Simpson of Tumblr?

Anyway, you can do whatever you want with this knowledge but just keep in mind that shit like this does happen on this site and sometimes people literally die for things they post on the internet. Stay safe!

i was going to delete this but it honestly made me laugh. baffling.

Edit: turns out u werent lying but also why???? this is so funny

[safetyobstacles]

starting o segredo na floresta now, im either gonna finish this in a week or its gonna take months good luck me

update - i love joui

joui, its a little cloudy out, roll for sanity. joe, you stubbed your toe, roll sanity. joui did you just frown???????? roll a sanity test with disadvantage. that was cool joui, you gain 1 sanity. just kidding somewhere in the netherlands a child tripped and scraped their knee, you lose 10 sanity.

i think im going to put my updates under the cut instead of spamming posts B) beware of spoil

UPDATE

if cellbit takes liz or thiago from me ill never forgive him

this bar has to be its own paranormal entity, thiago would have died if the gun had a bullet in it and cristopher nearly got knifed to death in their first fight loll

EP 2

npc thiago about to be the most useless mf ever i swear if he dies to a stray ant or something ill cry just put him in a box for safe keeping

what would i do without the mental image of joui dropkicking every monster he sees

liz why are you finger painting with the ooze monsters remains and why did it give you 1 hp ?????? NEVERMIND

EP 3

RACCOON bro has 8 health but he sure is happy

faz um teste de sanidade

when i said thiago was gonna die to an ant i didnt actually mean kill him with giant spiders

cristopher no please dont climb a tree these are spiders they can climb nah bro cristopher is dead af im gonna miss him. bro cellbit just kill him already bros dead 2 hp

damn

ep 4

at this rate luba doesnt even need to roll sanity we all know hes gonna fail anyways joui's having the worst two days of his life

jesus christ i just woke up i cant handle this shit cesar's punching a hole in my itty bitty heart bones

please stop talking about leticio's cacetinho

EP 5 how long is too long for a tumblr post btw

the starting soon screen replaced cris with arthur notlikethis

cellbit is far too happy about them going to this house i hate it i hate it

i would like for them to leave a casa now :))) they got gregório time to go :) DAMN JOUI JUST GOT STEAMROLLED BY THAT ZOMBIE ROLLED A 99 VS CELLS 1 jesus christ thiago LOL NO WAY GREGÓRIO IS DEAD AF bro was just taking a nap in the car and this is what he gets

that was horribly stressful its 3 am how am i supposed to sleep after that

to be fair, if i was rodolfo and liz didnt use the tazer, i would have just dragged gregório in front of arthur and killed him in right in front of his face soo...

ROLLED 100 LOOOOOOOOOOOOL a caverna

COOL GUY ALERT HOPE HE DOESNT KILL BRULIO HAHAhahaaa

EP 6 I HAVE GREAT ANXIETY THIS MESTRE GUY IS ABOUT TO KILL HALF THE SQUAD

luba i know youve been rolling absolute dog shit the last 5 episodes but this one really counts buddy brulio :(

most stressful hour of youtube ive ever sat through i cant believe they all lived

A PORTA FORTE

EP 7 im so glad they're going back to the house im so happy ive never wanted anything else this is great nothing could go wrong in this house nothing

7 episodes in and ive just now realised that he keeps talking about circles and spirals and those have significance with a certain element and now i want them to leave carpazinha go back home forget this ever happened

undressing with the homies in the haunted basement next to a dead old man

not thiago canonically talking to a bookshelf after complaining about joui's whispering to his shotgun

THIS GRAVE IS SO COMPLICATEDDDD I BET ITS FUCKING EMPTY THEYRE ARGUING ABOUT HOW TO "knock out" AN OLD LADY AND ITS PROBABLY JUST WORMS AT THE BOTTOM OF THE GRAVEEE

this whole graveyard scene has me in tears thiago staring at nothing while they try to get him to unmute, old guy on the phone, joui picking up the old lady i just laughed so hard i feel ill

the one time joui doesnt fail a roll he loses 6 SANITY?? 8 SANITY?????????????? SENHORA VOCE TA BEM????? YOU JUST CHOKED HER OUT JOUI WAIT SHES GONNA DIE??????????? SHES GOING TO DIE???????????? THE GASOLINE IN THE MOUTH??

grounded from the shotgun for 1 week

EP 8

Thiago's pants are still fucked up from last episode btw

about to have a tpk over alchohol poisoning

if cesar survives this campaign hes gonna put as many points possible into forgery

a caverna im goign fuckign crazy the god of tdeath pr spomething is in this cave theyre gonna walk inside trip on a pebble and get eaten by hundreds of tiny cave beetles

Victor is absolutely about to get his face eated by a spider and/or be swallowed by the cave

ok but santo berço looks kinda cool like i would live there

EP 9 he just (re?)released osnf merch but i refuse to be spoiled by absolutely anything ive done so well i will not be tainted by cesar's really cool green on black long sleeve

wait i love the gatekeeper its a shame this town is probably a hallucination and theyre all actually slowly dying in the middle of the forest GIANT COWS I LOVE THE GIANT COWS WITH REGULAR SIZED HEADS

????????????????????????????????FELPS??????????????????????

buttery butter

thiago this is why you should have quit smoking

?????FELPS?????????

EP 10 so if thiago hadnt used the lighter would felps still be alive, probably just would have died later B)

bro joui has got to buy new dice this is crazy

this is gonna be the average 2 star motel experience BRO JUST DABBED ON CESAR liz is about to get bodied by the hallway ghosts this is just like a regular motel HUH UHHHHHHH

no joui kill the hotel guy joui kill the hotel guy joui kill the hotel guy joui kill the hotel guy joui kill the hotel guy joui kill the hotel guy

mom i want to go home i dont want to stay in santo berço anymore jesus christ

EP 11 how am i supposed to just start the next episode after that i think the mental image of brulio beating arthurs skull in is burned into my brain space

sandwich sandwich

i love the giant cows so much i want one GIANT CHICKEN LAY GIANT EGG I LOVE THE GIANT CHICKEN intimidating the human sized pig

EP 12 still thinking about how cellbit thought new zealand was so close to europe, he was so sure of it that he was making me unsure of where i knew new zealand was

both times thiago was played by cellbit some horrific shit happened so with arthur being an npc this episode im prepared for the worst also this starting soon screen is fucking wicked

are you telling me joui's max sanity is now 12 bros been losing it for so long hes stuck like this joui is the "damn, you live like this?" meme

CELLBO ROLEPLAYED TOO HARD HIS HEADSET JOINED AS AN ENEMY AND BEAT HIS SETUP

"that sounds like a book title" bro let the intrusive thought win

baby nidere

no way the cow has been suffering this whole time ill cry

theyre about to rp their way into an angry medieval mob when they get found with the body of the dead gatekeeper B) does santo berço have dungeons, bc if they do thats where theyll be sleeping tonight nvm the gatekeeper has demons inside him sorry joui HUh no way they killed the gatekeeper dude wtf

EP 13 chat's a bit excited to go in the cave guys if anyone reads this what am i supposed to do once i finish this season. what do you mean i just have to go onto desconjuração. what do you mean i have to leave this story behind. please let me keep all the characters in this one.

THE CAVE MAP IS COOOOOOL THE LIGHT MOVES WITH THE MINER everyone struggling to flip their characters 5 mins into the cave made me laugh so hard i had to pause to breathe

I LOVE MOLES DUDE THEYRE SO COOL ok but i dont love this many moles BRO I LOVE MOTHS TOO THIS IS AWESOME wait no i hate bats THIS MOTH IS SUFFERINGGGGG

THE SUCC hes about to kill them all with the Succ out of spite thiago never mock one of cellbit's monsters again ARTHUR ZIUM

door door door door door door door door door door the gatekeeper is alive???

ih arthur nah dude let go of cesar :(((((((((((( gotta hand it to arthur hes survived two of these situations now get it, hand it to him, CAUSE HE LOST HIS FUCKING ARM WTF HIS ARM DETATCH LIKE A LEGO sorry i vote we still kill the gatekeeper just in case just to be safe

EP 14 did cellbit have a past traumatic experience with a vacuum is that why he created the Succ

agatha?????? bro agatha's life sucked big pp

every time cellbit says hes excited for something i grow more afraid

if they kill and eat the gatekeeper would he also taste delicious just wondering

i think i might know the reason why 12 sanity joui has a funky grey form but 55 sanity thiago doesnt, but maybe im crazy nevermind thiago had the funky grey within him this whole time wait does that mean hes gonna die if santo berço dies DAMN

joui just really wants to see thiago naked also hes just blatantly stealing arthur's knife he really is losing all his sanity that was possibly the most unconvincing "nada" ive ever heard

EP 15 before i start a new episode i always go to the vod on twitch and watch the memes first so i can go "hehe" for five minutes, and then go "oh no" for the next 4 hours

hypothetically, if joui managed to get the symbol on him before anyone noticed would he have just lost all 12 of his sanity and gone mad cuz that would have been crazy :,)

this is it cellbit is finally going to kill npc thiago joui is so very happy about his shotgun i thought maybe he was getting better but hes whispering to it again

alright whats up with cellbit and the outwards opening doors because i swear i have never seen a door that opens out instead of in, are all the doors like that in his home these doors are made to have creatures attack from inside ih i just checked like 3 times to make sure i was on the right episode lmaoooo

"pobre martha" DAAAAAAMN MARIANA ICE COLD

one buff woman vs all 3 equipe kelvin who will win (1 woman) crazy that equipe kelvin managed to accomplish what took our group 9 episodes to get to lool they even got the leticio cacetinho dlc, but they did skip the spider boss fight and the entire house level

THE BLACKSMITH IS MIGUEL AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

EP 16 the joui, liz, and arthur cosplay look like theyre going to a nice dinner meanwhile thiago, kenan, and cesar just look homeless

idk if thiago's making it out of this one :,) maybe we just take thiago's weapons its not like he can do much to help anyways kenan wants to skin him listen brother i dont think thats gonna work im at the 52 min mark and cellbit is acting sus af the blacksmith is about to appear and stomp them all or something

joui would roll a 99 and nearly knife cesar and liz is trying so hard not to metagame her way to the explosive backpack loving how trigger happy joui is right now go on guys give him more explosives what the worst that could happen

is kenan also a wellspring do they have to kill him cuz thats gonna be kind of awkward and on that note since thiago has the symbol on him does that make him a wellspring too ill cry i will cry

NOT JOUI APOLOGIZING FOR LYING ABOUT HIS SAMURAI ANCESTRY

damn that scene between joui, liz, and thiago was the best in the entire season

i would like to take this moment before they all get swallowed alive by some horrible sludge tentacle monster to proclaim my absolute hatred of Santo Berço. I know i said at the end of episode 8 that i thought it looked cool but im over it ive moved past that point in my life i hate Santo Berço

BIG GOOEY MEATBALL

"the people are happy here!" says the blacksmith as he currently has 5 people forcefully locked up for decades that have gone mad with probably no way of ever regaining their sanity i just realised miguel and the old blacksmith fucked and had a kid

final boss aboutta come crawling out of the meatball please stop trying to skin thiago the symbol isnt gonna come off

THAT WAS SICK AF THEYRE ALL DEAD AS HELL

???????????????????? "kenan you have one last sane move before i take your character and throw him off a cliff"

:(

post i made after i finished osnf (made like 3 days later because i was so so so so so so so so so so sad)

https://www.tumblr.com/safetyobstacles/739056899257942016/i-finished-osnf-after-almost-2-months-and-you-know?source=share

[lino-ppang]

—possible reasons why you're blocked by me and/or other writers | lino-nyangi

so yesterday i found out that i probably have well over 1.5k blogs blocked for not respecting my blog rules when interacting so i decided to share this guide. i'm posting it on my sideblog so that blogs that i have already blocked can also see this.

this is a bit of an exhaustive list. i don't think all writers have these rules, so i ordered them by priority. meaning from those who ALL writers mostly likely block for, to least.

• you're a default blog. meaning your blog looks anything like this:

creepy. looks like a bot— which is a common thing in tumblr. bots interacting with your content can risk getting your blog shadowbanned, which does so much damage to writers. i for one am not taking that risk.

how to fix it:

put a profile picture on, it can be anything. name your blog, don't leave it as "untitled". i will get to more points as i go.

• you don't have an age indicator anywhere on your blog.

me and other nsfw writers impose this rule because we do not want our content anywhere near minors. if you don't have your age or 18+ (if you're uncomfortable putting a specific number), we can't guess if you're of age or not. so we block just to be safe.

that being said, all nsfw works do have explicit disclaimers. most of my fics have a "smut/minors dni" and/or this before the cut:

still, ageless blogs continue to interact with it. which i think is rude tbh. please respect the rules set. i know this doesn't prevent minors completely from having access to nsfw content, but disclaimers and blocking ageless blogs are the most we as writers can do to make it less likely. the rest of the responsibility falls on the minors themselves to stay away from content that's not made for them.

how to fix it:

easy! put an age indicator on your bio. you can edit your bio by tapping the 🎨 icon in your profile. if you still can't get it to work. make a new post, type in your age and any other stuff you would like to say about yourself (who you stan, what you enjoy etc) then hit post. once it's posted, tap the three dots on the top left corner and then tap "pin post". that way this post is the first thing to appear on your blog and writers can easily access the information.

• you have an empty blog.

tumblr mainly works through reblogging content, likes don't really do anything. here is a very informative post by @tasteleeknow on why and how to reblog to support your favorite writers ♡ please make sure to read it.

an empty blog leaving silent likes on fics is not only creepy, but leaves the writer with mixed feelings. you read the fic, you enjoyed it, but didn't bother to reblog it. did they not enjoy it enough? what didn't they like about it? and more stupid questions can make their way to the writer's head. reassure them with a reblog!

how to fix it:

i'm not asking you to post anything. a lot of people have blogs just to browse around. but reblog the posts that you see and like. fill your blog with things you enjoy/agree with. gifs, quotes, shit posts, fics. use your blog.

that being said, blogs with one single post reblogged or that haven't been active for months/years also get blocked. you're obviously still on the platform if you leave a like on my post. so again, use your blog.

• you have posts reblogged on your blog, but none of them are fics AND/OR you only "like" fics.

personally, i also block blogs who consume fics but don't reblog them. if you have no writing reblogged, either from me or other writers, i probably don't vibe with you. i don't expect everyone to enjoy everything i put out, but surely you enjoy other fics, don't you?

i'm not asking for everyone to interact with my content, i'm asking the ones who read it, to show that they did.

if you're a spam liker, you're most likely getting blocked too. i don't mind empty likes here and there (and to be honest it's too much work, most writers get empty likes daily. just look at the like/reblog ratio on any fic and you'll understand). but if you go through 5+ of my posts in a short interval without reblogging any, you're getting blocked. it risks getting my blog shadowbanned and makes me uncomfortable.

how to fix it:

if you like a fic, please don't just tap the heart and move on. reblog it. it lets the writer know you enjoyed it better than a like does, because it helps the fic reach more people like you that might enjoy it.

if you like to keep fics you want to read in the liked tab, a better option would be to reblog them with hashtags like #to be read or #reading list etc. that way when you search up the hashtag in your blog you can find all the fics you're been wanting to read. it can get easily messy with likes, as it's essentially the same thing as hoarding instagram posts in "saved" or tweets in "bookmarks". separating them with tags is much more organized and practical.

if you have a sfw blog with minors following you and you don't want to share nsfw content there, it's totally fine. i once again refer you to the post linked above where jade explains how to open a sideblog for reblogging fics and using tags.

tumblr is not social media, or at least i don't consider it so. it's totally anonymous, so you don't have to worry about anyone judging you for reblogging that fic with a weird kink. nobody cares, we're all mad here.

please please please don't be a passive content consumer. give back to artists and writers who spend a lot of time and effort on their work.

��� i simply don't vibe with you.

now this is the least likely reason that you could be blocked for by me. but if you don't check any of the boxes above, it's probably the case. tumblr is all about curating your experience and so blocking/unfollowing blogs/content you don't really want to see is encouraged. less stress, less drama.

there isn't really a way to fix this, i probably won't be unblocking blogs i blocked for this reason simply because i did it for the sake of my own peace of mind.

—how to be unblocked

you can get in touch with me here via ask or private messaging to ask to be unblocked. i do, of course, expect you to fix the things that you might've been blocked for, or else i don't have a reason to unblock you.

[you may have also noticed that i have anon ask option off on this blog, that's because i need to know your username in order to unblock you. other than that, i just simply don't want to receive anon asks on here.]

i know there is a small chance that this will only encourage silent readers to be silent and not interact at all to avoid being blocked, which is way worse. but i'm begging you, -and i shouldn't have to do it- to not be a silent reader.

i hope this post was informative enough for you to realize why me or any of your favorite writers that you can't find anymore have blocked you. please consider fixing these things about your blog. we don't like blocking people, if anything, we want our fics to be enjoyed by everyone (of age). but please respect etiquette around this hellsite.

thanks for reading, have a good day! ♡