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[dossiermediasblog]

Paid Media Marketing Services in Dallas - Dossier Media

What is one benefit of paid media?

One significant benefit of paid media is its ability to provide immediate and targeted results. When businesses invest in paid media services, they have the opportunity to reach a specific audience quickly and generate measurable outcomes. Here are some key advantages:

Quick Visibility and Results:

Paid media allows businesses to instantly place their content or advertisements in front of a defined audience. Unlike organic methods, which may take time to gain traction, paid media can provide immediate visibility. This is particularly beneficial for time-sensitive promotions, product launches, or events.

Targeted Advertising:

Paid media platforms often provide robust targeting options, allowing businesses to tailor their messages to specific demographics, interests, behaviors, and locations. This precision helps ensure that advertisements are shown to the most relevant audience, increasing the likelihood of engagement and conversion.

Measurable ROI (Return on Investment):

Paid media campaigns typically come with analytics and tracking tools that enable businesses to measure the performance of their advertisements in real-time. This allows for a clear understanding of the return on investment, helping companies assess the effectiveness of their campaigns and make data-driven decisions for optimization.

Control Over Placement and Budget:

Advertisers have control over where and how their ads appear, as well as how much budget to allocate. This level of control allows for strategic adjustments based on performance metrics, ensuring that resources are allocated efficiently and effectively.

Flexibility and Customization:

Paid media campaigns can be easily adjusted, scaled, or paused based on the evolving needs of the business. Advertisers can experiment with different creatives, messaging, and targeting parameters to find the most effective combination for their goals.

While paid media offers these benefits, it's crucial for businesses to integrate it as part of a comprehensive marketing strategy that includes earned and owned media. A balanced approach ensures a holistic and sustainable marketing effort to build brand awareness, credibility, and long-term customer relationships.

[vimbry]

heardle being sold to spotify only for them to pick their exclusively US indie/pop top 40 streaming stuff from the past 4 years nobody knows and tank it less than a year on is a tragicomedy

[369ecommercenews]

Supply Chain Trends That Will Shape 2023

Supply Chain Trends That Will Shape 2023

Supply Chain – 12 supply chain trends to watch Trend #1: Micro-fulfillment to optimize the last mile The “last mile” is to supply chains what the fourth quarter is to a sporting event: the critical final stage. Last-mile costs represent 41% of the total supply chain costs in shipping. Recent trends have only exacerbated this fact, with shippers raising prices on the last mile.  How are grocery…

[bumblehaven]

the grand reorganization has begun

AKA the great upheaval, taking all designs for spirit characters I have stashed away and reorganizing them to see what still sings. Stay tuned for a fresh for-offers folder, a restructured tagging system, and further development of Haven curiosities.

Feel free to ask about anything that catches you during this process; I'm happy to know there's interest, and you might find you have something that catches me for a trade.

Maarsi!

[shoegayzebutch]

[sturmfederwolken]

yeah also tumblr isn't doing that 🫶🏻 hope that helps

i like to think tumblr staff introduced polls in an attempt to copy twitter but also as a way to collect data on users for advertising since we don't blatantly volunteer information like every other platform. and instead of giving them our ages and geographical positions and tax brackets, we just gave them vanilla extract. so much vanilla extract. also tumblr sexymen (gender inclusive) but mostly vanilla extract.

good work everyone.

[chaos-in-deepspace]

Hello I love your writing! Have you ever thought about writing the lads guys going into a corn maze with mc? I imagine that there would be a lot of room for chaos and mishaps

LADS: Corn Maze | SFW

This was just too fun of an idea not to write! Halloween is right around the corner and while I do have something planned for it, I still wanted to go ahead and write this little thing because it's Fall and we need to celebrate with the corn maze shenanigans.

❧ Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for “Love and Deepspace”. Do not repost on other platforms or plagiarize. All characters shown in this fic is 18+. ❧ Warnings: None ❧ Pairings: All LADs x Reader (Separate)

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Xavier

The fall leaves crunched between your feet as you bumped into Xavier for the thirtieth time that night. It was dim, with only a few lanterns hanging here and there in the corn maze, ���Out of everything we could’ve done for date night, you chose a haunted corn maze?” you had initially teased him when he brought you here. You thought it would be easy, nothing too scary. If anything, you thought you’d wind up getting lost, which, granted, you two were, but you hadn’t expected the eerie atmosphere to affect you this much.

Half an hour into the maze, though, you had found yourself relaxing. Xavier matched your pace as you two made turns and found yourself at dead ends several times, but so far, nothing scary had happened. “Are you certain there are scare actors in this maze?” you asked him casually, your shoulder bumping into him again.

“I’m fairly certain that’s what it was advertised as.” Xavier had muttered as he looked around. You guys had seen actors at the front of the maze, sure, but you hadn’t run into a single one the entire time. Perhaps you guys were more lost than you anticipated.

It was like fate knew you were doubting it, though; as soon as the thought had crossed your mind, you heard a noise behind you. Your head whipped over to look behind you, only to see a hulking form crossing one of the pathways. It was definitely not another person walking around the maze but an actor. The sounds of the chains dragging on the ground had you clinging to Xavier’s arm, your blood running cold as you watched, trying to be silent.

Xavier only looked down at you, noticing how hard you were holding onto his arm as you stared wide-eyed at the actor. His hand went over your own, giving it a squeeze, and when you looked up, you saw his reassuring smile.

“How are you not scared?” You asked; your voice was low as you tried not to let whatever was stalking you guys find your location. Xavier let out a small, melodic laugh, being mindful to keep silent as well as not to alert the actor.

“I find watching you to be more entertaining,” he said, leaning down so his lips brushed up against your ear. You shivered involuntarily at his proximity and showed him a small pout, squeezing him a little bit tighter at that. While you could understand it being entertaining, you felt like your heart was about to explode at just seeing that person walking around.

“That’s so mean, you-“You had planned on giving him a small lecture, but then you heard something behind you two. You ever so slowly turned your head around, hoping it wasn’t what you thought it was. You came face to face with someone in a clown mask, the fake blood splattered all over them. You swallowed thickly as your grasp on Xavier tightened, and your eyes locked onto the actor.

Then your scream rang out in the maze, the sound almost blood curdling as you tried to grab onto Xavier tighter. Xavier, in his defense, had an amazing reaction time to your panic. You didn’t even realize it until he was running away that he had scooped you up bridal style. Your hands bunched up into the fabric of his hoodie as he navigated some twists and turns in order to help lose the actor.

“Also this,” Xavier said as the wind whipped around you two, “It’s hard to be afraid when I have an excuse you carry you like this.”

Zayne

The autumn air had been at first refreshing, if not a bit cold. Now you found a small shiver running down your spine as Zayne looked down at you from where he stood beside you, “I told you to dress warmly,” Zayne said, noticing how you were definitely not properly dressed for this weather. In your defense, you had expected the large corn maze to hide you two from the winds, but instead, it whistled through the stalks and hit your skin like a biting force.

“I didn’t think it would be this cold…” you muttered as you looked down and kicked a rock in front of you. You heard the shuffling of fabrics and looked up to see Zayne had taken his scarf off his neck. He pulled you closer and draped it around your own neck with a smile, wrapping it around you until you were a bit more bundled up.

“It’s fine, I always have solutions.” He explained calmly to you. You could feel a blush on your cheeks as you looked away from him and cleared your throat.

“T-thanks,” you finally managed to get out, his actions touching you to the point where you wondered what you did to deserve such a sweet and caring boyfriend like Zayne.

You then felt him taking your hand, and you looked up in surprise, “Come here; we don’t want to get separated in here,” he said, placing your hand right over his arm. He felt warm to the touch as you got a bit closer, wrapping your hand securely around him. You couldn’t help but get just a touch closer, your cheek resting on his shoulder now as you began making your way through the corn maze.

Honestly, you had been a bit surprised when this is what Zayne had suggested you two did with your day. You both had the day off, and you were expecting him to want to relax at home or maybe stop by a bakery. It had been a long week for him, and you had seen how weary he had been last night when he crawled into bed with you. Instead, though, once you two had woken up and had breakfast, he suggested this. He claimed it would be a shame not to enjoy the fall weather before winter came, and it would be nice to go out for a stroll. It landed you here, wandering around aimlessly as neither of you seemed to want this to end.

Then you saw the exit, where the corn seemed to end, and you frowned. Your feet carried you over to it, and you were back in an open field together, “I feel like that was so…short,” you two hadn’t even been trying to find an exit. Instead, you opted to enjoy the company of one another.

It was Zayne who took you off his arm, instead now holding onto your hand as he brought it up to his lips. The display of affection in public normally would’ve been shocking, but at the moment, you two were the only ones here. The corn maze was open to the public, but since it was the middle of the week, there weren’t any other couples in the clearing.

“How about we try our hand at another entrance,” he said, looking over to one of the many openings in the maze. There were plenty of places to start the maze, and you glanced at him, squeezing his hand.

“And why’d you want to do that?” you asked, already knowing his answer as he gave you a sweet smile.

“No reason in particular; it would just be a shame if we didn’t get the full experience, is all,” it was the only excuse you needed to drop your hands between you two, walking over to re-enter the maze with the intent on seeing how long it would take for you guys to get bored and head off to dinner.

Rafayel

Rafayel already had a death grip on your arm as you two made your way through the maze at night. In the distance, you two could hear other people screaming as the actors chased them through the corn maze, and the sounds only made this entire thing spookier, “Why, out of every date venue, did you choose the haunted corn maze? Are normal mazes overrated now?” Rafayel said his entire being was on high alert as he looked around the area.

“Well, it looked fun…” you murmured, amused with how he seemed to be acting right now. He really was scared if his eyes scanning the area was anything to go off of. It did feel nice, though, having his warm body pressed against your own as you made your way through the maze. It was pretty chilly tonight, and even though you had thought you dressed warmly enough, having Rafayel there helped you stop shivering.

“This is the opposite of fun. What if they really try and kill us?” Rafayel asked with a pout, “As my bodyguard, it’s your legal duty to protect me,” he said, blowing some of his hair out of his face. His eyes were almost pleading with you, and it made you want to whine at how sweet he looked. He had the perfect puppy dog look whenever he was in a situation he didn’t particularly enjoy, and it tugged on your heartstrings far more than you’d like to admit.

You decided to hold onto his hand, giving him a reassuring squeeze, “Alright, Raf, I promise that if any scare actors come out and try and murder you, I’ll protect you,” you assured the man.

It was as if the actors had heard you, though, heard your brave declaration because the moment you had said it, you saw someone come out of the shadows. The man was giant and holding a chainsaw that he revved as he began bolting towards you. For such a large frame, the man was fast, and it had you now grabbing onto Rafayel and letting out a shrill scream. You weren’t even sure who had the loudest scream out of you two, you or Rafayel.

The man looked absolutely terrified, and his grip on your hand tightened in response. Then he looked down at you, scared like a deer in headlights, as this actor came rushing for you. Without even thinking about it, he was scooping you up into his arms, your hands resting on his shoulders as he began booking it out of there faster than you thought. He always complained about hating running and how he wasn’t fast on land, but the way he moved was proving otherwise.

You could only grasp onto Rafayel tighter as you watched with wide eyes. You had expected to be the one to grab him; in fact, you had it all planned out. You were scooping your boyfriend up like a bride and booking it out of there. If you had a moment to recover from your initial shock, you probably would’ve, but he had managed to act faster than you. He weaved through the maze until you could no longer see the actor, and he hid you two in one of the alcoves.

“You are doing a horrible job as my bodyguard,” Rafayel said, trying to catch his breath. He was letting you slip out of his arms, and your feet were now touching the ground. Your arms were still wrapped around his shoulders, though, as you looked up at him, smiling.

“Well, if it makes you feel any better,” you began, standing tall enough to brush your nose against his own, “You’re doing an amazing job as my boyfriend,” you stated. You watched as Rafayel blinked owlishly at you, his cheeks and ears now growing red at your compliment.

“O-of course I am…” he murmured, but he couldn’t hide the satisfied smile on his face, knowing he got to protect you this time, even if you secretly didn’t need it all that much. You would avoid telling him that, however, as you found being carried by Rafayel to be a rather fun activity.

Sylus

There were a few things people would never believe you, even if you told them. Even if you had photographic evidence of it, they still wouldn’t believe you. It was the fact that Sylus, the leader of Onychinus, a name that instills fear and respect from those who hear it…was damn clingy.

The man was literally draped over you at the moment, clinging onto you like his life depended on it. His body was heavy against your own as you tried walking forward in the corn maze, but you felt like your back was about to give out on you. He had his arms around your shoulders, his head resting on top of yours, and gods, did you need a break?

“You’re too biiiiiiiig!” you finally cried out after almost half an hour of his behavior. You could hear Sylus chuckle at your statement, causing you to huff, “And heavy…” you muttered the last part. You swore this man was 90% muscle at this point and 10% koala. You felt his lips on top of your head, giving you a small kiss as he began speaking to you, his voice having a calming effect on you somehow.

“You never complain about me being too heavy when we’re cuddling in bed,” Sylus said, reminding you about how he draped himself over you. Sleeping next to Sylus really meant half his body was on top of yours, his arms securely around your waist as if he was afraid you’d try to get up while you slept.

“Okay, that’s different; you’re like a literal cat when we’re cuddling in bed,” You said, trying to argue your point, “And I’m not walking around; I’m laying down. Like my personal weighted blanket.” You reasoned with him. Your feet felt like they were dragging now as he bore down more of his weight onto you in response.

“Are you telling me the big, strong hunter can’t handle this?” he teased, and you groaned. Then you remembered you were a hunter, and you were now looking for a way to escape the man. Your eyes landed on one of the thousands of corn stalks around you as you stopped walking for a moment. You reached your hand out, breaking off some of it and then whacking Sylus on the head.

That was enough to have him let out a small, unamused grunt as he stood back up. He looked down at you, the corn stalk in hand, holding it like a sword, “Unhand my, you fiend!” you said, getting ready to hit him again if he tried to drape himself over your body.

“Is this a challenge?” Sylus asked, raising an eyebrow. He always did say he liked your feisty side, but this was…almost a bit too childish. Still, he was always one to indulge your whims, and perhaps acting like a bunch of rambunctious teenagers was fine every now and again as he grabbed one of the corn stalks himself.

Your eyes drifted to his own hand, the relaxed stance he had as he looked at you with a smirk. You decided to try and hit it out of his hand, but in a swift motion, he managed to deflect you. He slapped your wrist with his weapon, and immediately, you dropped it, looking down at your poor corn stalk, then back at him.

“Seriously?” you asked, motioning to your now fallen weapon, “You can use a corn stalk as a sword…and have it be effective?” you asked, clearly unamused that he was good at everything without needing to try.

You watched as he tossed his ‘weapon’ off to the side and grabbed hold of you, dragging you closer to his body, “Improvising is simply part of life. However, I don’t think I’d try and take down a wanderer with this in hand.” He said, “However, you put up a noble fight; how about, as a reward, you can lean on me for a while?”

You flushed as you felt his warmth seeping into you, realizing for the first time that you were a little chilly. A slight shiver went down your spine as you looked up at him, almost pouting, “Fine,” you said, leaning against him, “Honestly, I should just make you carry me. I think my back is permanently damaged.”

“Is that what you want, sweetie?” Sylus asked, pulling you off for a moment, “To be carried through this maze.” You were about to protest and tell him it was a joke, but no sooner did you think of a sentence than he picked you up in one arm. You let out a small, annoyed noise as he did so but relaxed against him. You suppose there could be worse ways to spend your time in the maze, and with his height and your angle, you could see on top of the corn stalks where the exit was.

[charnelhouse]

Okay so-important question ;; in one of your works there was said that red and ghost started out as fuckbuddies but judging by every interaction between the two, the posessiveness, the need to be with each other; is there a chance that these two lovebirds actually...y'know...love each other? But both are afraid of saying it??

A/N: Ghost x F!Reader (Red Fox). This is going off the comics and there is implied sexual assault. I didn't mean to go angsty and yet. Smut, too.

Perhaps, it shouldn’t have been surprising as it was. It wasn’t as if 141 hadn’t seen Red outside of fatigues before, but this was new. The dramatic make-up and the dress shoving her tits to her chin. The platform heels.

She grimaced as she stepped out of her room. A glittering pendant pulled the front of her hair back while the rest tumbled down. The gown was emerald green. Floor length with a tight bodice.

“This is humiliating,” she growled, but she was standing straight as she fixed one of her diamond earrings. The hotel light licked her shoulders. Her lashes fluttered. 

She glided toward them, apparently unphased by the sky-high heels. Truth be told, she looked comfortable, as if she was familiar with this kind of froth and glitz. 

Her eyes slid from Price to Gaz to Soap before resting on Ghost, who hadn’t moved an inch since she’d appeared. 

“Well?” she asked, a furrow in her brow the only hint that she may have been slightly self-conscious.

“Fuckin’ fit!” Gaz praised.

“Uh,” Soap’s gaze ran all over her before his lips tugged into a Cheshire grin. “Gorgeous. Christ, bonnie, did not expect this.”

But the thing was, he did. They all did. They all knew how beautiful she was, but now it was advertised - it was highlighted within an inch of its life. She was a knockout. 

Price cleared his throat as he jerked his head at her once. “Well done.”

She laughed at his awkward formality before her attention focused on Simon again. She stuck her hip out as she crossed her arms over her chest, which only managed to push her tits higher. Price inhaled sharply. 

“Do you like it?”

Ghost stiffly turned toward his captain. “I didn’t approve of this.”

His voice was utterly cool. It was even and steady as if the girl he was regularly fucking hadn’t just walked out looking like a 1940s siren. 

“We didn’t need your permission, Riley,” Price replied. “We ran out of options.”

“I don’t want them touching Red.”

She bristled. “I’m right fucking here, Ghost.”

He tensed before facing her. “I don’t want them to touch you,” he repeated. “Fuckin’ gettin’ their filthy paws on you or -” He scraped a hand over his mask before dropping it. “It’s not right.” He shook his head. “Not for you.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” she hissed, looking very much like a tiger. Spitting mad in all her finery.

“We’ll be outside,” Price said before grabbing both Soap and Gaz by their tactical vests and pulling them into the hallway. It probably wasn’t right to leave. This was a mission, and one Red had agreed to, but he also knew Simon needed to exorcise whatever fears he had for the sake of the task.

Red stepped closer, placing her hand on his bicep. When he didn’t pull away, she claimed another inch before pressing her chest to his and wrapping her arms around his waist. She tucked her head under his chin, and Simon’s enormous hands automatically came up to cradle the back of her skull. He squeezed her tighter as his fingers scraped across the jeweled brooch.

“I’ll be alright,” she murmured. “I won’t let them try anything.” She lifted her face, and his thumb slipped across her cheek. “I only want you.”

He grunted.

“You know it’s not about that for me." His thumb dragged across her jaw to rest on her lower lip. “I’m not jealous, but the idea...the possibility of them assaulting you and -” He trailed off, and suddenly she understood. 

Roba. That previous capture had broken him so terribly it had scorched his identity. He was never the same and there were still nights where he woke up in a cold sweat, fisting his sheets as he struggled to swallow air. She could feel pressure behind her nose and tears in her eyes, and she bit the inside of her mouth to stop them. 

She lifted herself onto her toes, grasping his mask between her hands. “You’ll be watching me,” she reminded him. “The whole time. I know I’m safe with you.”

A beat of silence before he finally nodded. “Alright, duchess.”

She knew this was always how it was going to play out. He wouldn’t stop her, but he’d want to voice his fears so that he was free of them. He wanted her assurance. If I have you, I’ll be safe. I’ll be perfect. 

They watched each other, and as they did, the air changed. It pulsed. The tension between them tightened into an impossible knot. His gloved hand ran down her back before grasping her ass. “You do look beautiful,” he murmured. “Felt like I couldn’t breathe.”

He was hard against her thigh, and she rubbed herself into him. “We have time.”

“We don’t.”

“We could.”

He looked at her, his eyes dark and demanding, before he growled and clutched her to him. He walked her back against the bureau, her head falling against the ornate mirror. He tried getting her legs around his waist, but the skirt of her fancy dress was too tight. 

“Fuck…fuck…”

She laughed before turning around, palms slapping down on the hardwood. She stared at herself in the mirror, nose practically brushing against the glass as he loomed like a behemoth behind her. It was a sight. Simon with his skull mask, bulky tactical gear, and weapons. Red in silk and diamonds, and her hair falling in curls and waves like a China doll. He gingerly lifted her dress before kicking her feet apart. She could feel his gloved finger stroke the plump, wet flesh of her cunt before he eased it inside. Her breathing hitched, and he sunk it to the knuckle. 

“That’s a girl,” he husked.

“More,” she demanded. “Give me your cock.”

It was so crude, spilling from her painted mouth. Red was rarely direct. Everything was an innuendo with her until he'd be forced to shove her against a wall or over a bar top. Coquettish. Suggestive.

Well - I'm a lady, Simon.

You weren't being a lady last night when you asked me to stick my cock in your -

"Please," she whined, arching her spine and shoving her ass against him.

He clucked his tongue. “So needy.”

But he did it. He’d do anything she asked. 

"I want to feel you when I'm walking around in there," she begged. "I want to hurt."

He froze before a deep, gritty noise sounded from his chest that he'd never made before. Christ. He popped the button on his pants before pulling himself free. There was no room for preparation. No time at all. Red braced herself as he took her in one hard stroke. It snatched her breath, the thick of him stretching her in two pieces. There was pressure in her lower half, absolute fullness. As he began to fuck her in earnest, it felt as if he was striking the back of her throat. She couldn’t breathe. Her heart was in her skull - throbbing and pulsing as her cunt twitched and flexed around him. 

He said nothing. A few rumbles. A grunt. A groan. The echo of his belt knocking against the wood of the bureau. The wet suck of her pussy taking him to the hilt over and over again. Skin against skin. She tried to muffle her whimpers, but it was a losing game.

He was too enormous. He could break her if he wanted to. There was always the possibility that she might tear, bruise, or swell, but Simon handled her like one of his weapons. Reverance. 

He slammed into her fast and hard, every snap of his cock punching against her cervix, her walls bearing down as they clung to his length like creeping ivy. Whenever he fucked her, he felt like her body threatened to absorb him completely. She was searing hot, burning like a fever, and her pussy wound around his dick with such violence that he thought he’d never get it back. He didn’t want it. He only wanted her - needed her. If he could live in her, he would.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he muttered as his pelvis stuttered against her ass. His cock spat inside her, the warm thick spend lashing into her womb. When he eased himself out, he left a trail of it. It ran down her thigh, oozing and drooling, and he used his fingers to plug it back in. “You keep me inside of you like that, duchess, and I’ll eat that cunt for hours the second you’re back.”

She shivered, nodding once at him in the mirror. Yes. Yes. Always. Anything for you.

Abruptly, Ghost rucked his mask above his nose, and she could see his beauty: the rugged jawline, the stubble, and the full, sensual mouth. There was a pink flush to his skin due to the vigorous lovemaking. He flashed white and blinding teeth before ducking his head and kissing her cheek. His gloved fingers - shiny with both of their climax - gripped her chin, turning her face so he could capture her lips in a hard, almost ugly kiss. 

“I’ll be watching,” he murmured. “I’ll keep you safe.”

He pulled away, dragging his mask back down. She thought she heard him say something else. Short. Only a few words. But when she turned to look at him, he was already heading for the door. 

[letters-to-lgbt-kids]

My dear lgbt+ kids, 

Let’s look at some myths and facts about drag queens:

Myth: “Drag queen” is a gender identity.

Fact: Drag is a performance art. 

Let’s go into some detail here: “Drag queen” is a role you play, for example as a form of entertainment or as an expression of your creativity. A gender identity on the other hand is intrinsic and enduring, it’s about who you are in your mind and heart (For example: a trans woman doesn’t “play” a woman, she IS a woman). So, drag and gender identity are two separate things - although we also need to add a little disclaimer here that gender identity is wonderfully complex and highly individual and not always so easily defined. So while drag is usually separate from gender identity, there can be overlap! 

Myth: All drag queens are gay cis men.  

Fact: Drag is an inclusive art form. Many drag queens are gay cis men, but not all. Drag performers can have any sexual orientation and gender identity - including transgender or non-binary. See that part about “overlap” above! 

Myth: There’s only one type of drag.  

Fact: Drag is incredibly diverse and has many different styles. Drag queens may also blend different types to create their own unique persona. Some examples: Pageant drag focuses on glamour and beauty (drawing inspiration from traditional beauty pageants). Camp drag leans into humor and exaggeration (celebrating the “so bad it's good” aesthetic). Alternative drag experiments with unconventional or avant-garde looks (breaking norms to challenge mainstream beauty standards). Club kid drag is known for its bold, futuristic looks (inspired by the nightlife scenes of the 80s and 90s). 

Myth: Drag is inherently sexual.  

Fact: Any art form can potentially be done in a sexual way but that doesn’t mean art is an inherently sexual thing. So, while some drag performances may include adult humor or themes (if they’re advertised for an adult audience), many other shows are family-friendly and focus on comedy, storytelling, or artistry. A drag event advertised as a family event will not be sexual. (It’s really just a common sense thing: You don’t expect kids movies to be sexual, just because adult movies also exist). 

Myth: Drag has only been around for a few years.  

Fact: Drag has a long history, dating back centuries. Men and women have cross-dressed in theater since at least the time of Shakespeare, and modern drag has roots in the ballroom culture of the 20th century. It definitely didn’t randomly spring up in the 2020s. 

Myth: Drag queens make fun of women.  

Fact: It’s more the opposite. Drag is a tribute to femininity and celebrates aspects of female identity and fashion. While some drag may use exaggerated features for humor, it’s usually done with admiration and respect, not as mockery. If it mocks something, it’s usually things like extreme beauty standards, gender stereotypes etc. 

Myth: All drag queens are famous and rich.  It’s easy money. 

Fact: The majority of drag performers are local artists who put a lot of time, effort, and money into their craft without making much. Only a small fraction gain fame or wealth, most do it out of passion.

Myth: Drag isn’t important for the lgbt+ movement. A ban on drag doesn’t really affect the community.  

Fact: Drag historically has been (and still is) an essential part of the lgbt+ movement, creating a visible platform for self-expression and providing a safe space where people can explore their identities. Drag performers have often led the way in activism, supporting many causes from HIV/AIDS awareness to transgender rights. A ban on drag doesn’t just limit artistic freedom - it threatens to silence a key part of queer culture and history. It also sets a dangerous precedent that can lead to further restrictions on our rights, marking the start of a slippery slope toward broader discrimination.

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Dad 

[dossiermediasblog]

The Evolution of Paid Media: Trends and Innovations - Dossier Media

In the dynamic world of digital marketing, staying ahead of the curve is imperative. Nowhere is this more evident than in the realm of paid media. From humble beginnings to today’s sophisticated strategies, the evolution of paid media has been marked by constant innovation and adaptation to changing consumer behaviors and technological advancements. In this blog, we’ll explore the journey of paid media, highlighting key trends and innovations that have shaped its trajectory. https://dossier-media.com/the-evolution-of-paid-media-trends-and-innovations/

[mitskicain]

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. ⁺ . ✦ the doghouse — ken sato x reader

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synopsis: all good things must come to an end

content warning: angst, hurt/some comfort (?)

word count: 1.8k

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epilogue: in the doghouse

There is a saying that the universe gives and takes. That, it writes people into your lives—your paths crossing—and you will start to see them everywhere. The things that they mention will appear in front of you, their body standing out from a crowd, their voice singular in a wave of shouting. But when it is time for the two of you to separate, the universe will write them out completely. Despite living in the same city, you will never see them picking out oranges and apples in the grocery store, never see them in their favorite restaurant, never have them pull up next to you during a red light. They say that when it’s really over, you will never see them again, no matter how intertwined the two of you were before.

Ever since that last argument in your place, you and Ken had only crossed paths another couple handful of times.

There was once in the convenience store near the stadium late at night—you grabbing some cup noodles, him with his energy drink. You saw him from the corner of your eye, hair doused in sweat and matted down from the helmet, his gloved hands reaching for the chiller. He might not have seen you. You were in your hoodie, hunched down, devouring your late night meal. There was something about writing fervors that always made you so hungry. You resisted the urge to ask him where he had gotten the butter chicken he brought over the first time he came around; resisted the urge to ask him anything really—because it wouldn’t be for the sake of curiosity, or your cravings—just the chance to talk to him again, but you were too proud to ever want to admit it first. So you let him slip by, gaze lingering on his back as he disappeared down the road to continue practice. When you walked home, you could still hear the distant roars of wooden bat meeting baseball, and the echo of its fwoosh across the stadium.

It was hard avoiding Ken. His physical self was limited to mainly the stadium and the streets to and from his house. The bars on the road across from the venue would be hotspots after practices, so much so that you changed your schedule to only cover nights when he wasn’t on practice. But that was the easy part. In the daylight, he was omnipresent—advertisements and banners and posters of him decorated nearly every inch of the city. Whenever the Giants won a game, there would be the valiant cheer of the crowd, and his face plastered on newspapers. When his birthday rolled around, they decorated the subway to the stadium that you took to work with him. It was a pain. You had to keep your gaze down or your eyes shut just to avoid looking at him. One time, you thought that you had bumped into him on the subway but then realized it was just a mural of him—height accurate and all.

The ample time had you working on your writing: shitty poetry drafts turning into something worth reading. The first time you had gone to a bar that allowed you to showcase your work, you felt your heart thunder against your ribs, an unswallowable lump formed in your throat, and though you stuttered through the first few lines you were met with smiles and applause when you finished. And you did it again, and again, and again—until you no longer stuttered and the applause turned thunderous—until the manager of the bar asked you to come in regularly, offering you a platform and all. You didn’t think you could have actually made it, the whirlwind of fame sucking you in, allowing you little time to focus on anything that wasn’t your craft. Soon enough, you were able to quit your job altogether and focus on writing full-time.

You didn’t expect it: after months passing and nothing from the other, for him to be merely 50 meters away from you, in the next conference room. You could recognize his voice anywhere—recognized the sound of his laugh from all the clamor of the reporters. You looked straight ahead as you tried your best to answer the questions from the critics and some of your readers, trying to drown out the noise booming from just across the hall. So close and yet so far. When the event concluded you rushed outside, hoping to catch a glimpse, only to find that he had been dismissed just five minutes before you. Emotions bubbled up in you—disappointment, rage, shame—leading to you eventually publishing a short novel that included graphic details of your relationship together. The release took Japan by storm; tabloids and headlines both banging on your doors for a statement.

The last time you saw Ken was in court.

A private settlement between the two of you. A gag order, your lawyer had said—you fought back the urge to laugh. Isn’t that what I used to put in his mouth? You joked, he didn’t find it funny.

While your lawyers discussed, you passed lingering stares at each other from across the room. You had never seen Ken so dressed up before: white button up, trousers, and dress shoes. His hair was gelled back, so different from how it usually looked—messy from having your hands in them. He fiddled with his cufflinks, keeping his gaze low, but there were moments, brief moments, where he looked at you and it felt as if nothing had changed. As if the two of you were back at your place, splayed out on the couch, lying opposite from each other, stealing glances as the movie rolled on. A place in your chest hurt at the memory, so you stepped outside and made a beeline for the vending machine, trying to find something to sink your teeth into to distract you from the hurt.

“I guess the truth was bound to come up one way or another,” his voice rang. You turned around, Ken trailing behind you. “Cat’s out the bag.”

You pressed your lips into a thin line, shrugging.

“I guess so.”

Silence between the two of you. It had been too long since either of you said a word to each other.

“Now what?” He asks, voice soft but expectant. Something inside of you squeezes. You trail your fingertips on the surface of the soda can, feeling the moisture collect onto your skin.

“Now I stop writing fanfiction of you,” you say, a teasing smile playing on your lips. He returns the expression, amused. “We move on, I guess.”

“Oh,” he sounds, a hint of disappointment. His fists hung idly by his sides. The urge to reach out to him and hold his hand and tell him that the two of you could start over was great, but you knew better than to do anything of the sort. So you just stood there, taking all of it in—the tension, the awkwardness.

“Was this how you imagined it?” You asked, trying to sound cold but your voice cracks with emotion the moment you see him turn to meet your gaze. “When you lead me on, did you think it would come to this?”

He looks down in shame, lips curling downwards. You want to reach out to touch him but you stay in place, feet glued to the ground. Your free hand is squeezed into a fist, white knuckled and all.

“I always knew you were going to make it,” he says, smiling softly, “but no, I didn’t think of-” he gestures to the room, “this.”

Fair enough, you thought.

Another painful bout of silence.

“I didn’t want to hurt you, you know,” he confesses, your jaw ticks at the mention of this. “I didn’t mean for things to end the way they did.”

You nod your head in acknowledgement.

“It doesn’t matter anyway,” you say. “You tried to keep me from it but I figured you out—maybe try harder next time.”

The two of you know there won’t be a next time.

After this, it’s over. You won’t see him again. Ever. Still, the two of you laugh—maybe as an attempt to soothe the sting of loss—you hear his laugh and you are struck for the millionth time by just how beautiful it is.

Have you ever felt it? The moment before the feeling catches the memory? For a second, your mind pulls you to the surface and, like a snapped rubber band—whiplash. The echo of his laugh brings that all too familiar ache that rippled through you like waves, something that you know will haunt you for the next few years as you tried to erase whatever memory of him you had left. But before the pain was that haven of neutrality, the millisecond of peace where, instead of feeling the pang of loss, you felt nothing—and before nothing, the slightest memory of happiness.

For a moment, before the goodbye, the sound of his laugh transported you back to a time where all the two of you looked forward to was the sight of each other. You laughed over scenes together, discussing movie theories and playing make believe. You dreamed of a future where things had been better, nicer, where the world had been gentler with the two of you—a future where the two of you had been allowed to stay together, for a little bit longer at least. You were reminded of the time, cuddled up in bed, you heard him slip a little confession of an ‘I love you’ in the midst of his exhausted haze. Did he mean it? You wouldn’t know. And he hadn’t known it then but you said those words back, kissing the top of his forehead affectionately before joining him in sleep.

After this the two of you will never meet again.

The mention of the other during an interview will be quickly brushed off, only answered with a tight smile and a shake of the head. You will move back to the countryside in pursuit of a more peaceful environment for you to write your days away in, Ken will stay in the city and win game after game. The tabloids will cease the stories of you, and the news that the both of you had once been a thing will fizzle out—the public will forget of the fervor and the two of you gone back to strangers that will never cross paths again.

But sometimes, sometimes, you would wake up from such vivid dreams that you are drenched in tears and sweat, your cheeks flushed against the cool summer air. In your dreams you are back in your tiny apartment, chasing after Lassie and Strauber, singing in the shower while Ken brushes his teeth—a life so domestic and sweet that if a stranger were to peer in they would have said that the two of you were a happily married couple. Of course, this was before the world knew, before disaster struck—back when you lied your head against his chest and neither of you had ever said a word about leaving.

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author’s note: ITS THE END OF THE DOGHOUSE AAAAA💥💥💥 I’ll be honest this one was hard to go through (as evident by my burnout 💀💀) because it reminded me too much of my past (failed) relationship(s) 😭😭😭 but as always we thank our exes and we move on and write successful story about them for hundreds to enjoy 🥰🥰🥰 thank you everyone who has been so sweet and so supportive throughout it all 🫵‼️ I never would have imagined that so many of you guys would actually like this weird story I wrote 😭😭😭 and as mentioned previously the doghouse will be my last kenji fic and I will be moving on to writing for other fandoms :”))) it’s been an honor and I am so happy that you guys enjoy what I put out there, I hope to continue being able to put out things you guys enjoy 🙏🙏 until then—thank you as always and—MITSKICAIN OUT‼️‼️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🫳🎤 💥💥

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[songoftrillium]

Project Update 09/01/24

Hello, Kinfolks. We're a little under 60 days from releasing Book 1: Cliath, and I wanted to give you all a quick update, provide a few book facts, and hope this lets you share the excitement the rest of us have been feeling!

Book Layout

As you might've seen from our previews, writing is transitioning from writing to copy editing and book layout! If you haven't yet, check it out! The first two chapters are done, and chapter 3 is well underway. Outside of my work on Hearthbound, this is my first major book project, the largest book I've written, and the insights I've gained are ones I think might help future community content partners publishing work on Storyteller's Vault.

On Bluesky, a few months ago, I commented that you should "plan to take as much time doing layout as you do for writing." Even if one writes the book inline right in the desktop publishing program, annotation will still add time. With a WtE book we want to not just provide an adventure and a crash course on the Tellurian, but to also be a roadmap for Storytellers, new and old alike. This has happened on three fronts. The first and most important is we're taking the time to properly index everything in a way that'll let you look up specific book information quickly. The second is how we streamline information through the liberal use of cross-referencing in footnotes. In early chapters, you read truncated summarization, and in the footnotes, you can find book sections that expand on the information you're looking for and let you tune out the things that may not be so important for you to know at the moment. The third and most important feature, however, is where able, we cite our sources for our information. Should a Storyteller wish to learn expanded information on topics, they have a direct book and page citation where they can find deep lore to help construct their chronicles.

Cracking the Bone: now in coloring flats stage

For those that haven't been following, we are returning to old form. The moment you open Book 1, you'll be greeted with a fully illustrated and colored 22-page comic book showcasing life in the Age of Heroes. This story is centered around Dante (he/they,) our protagonist, and his first steps towards his First Change as a Bitten Homid Philodox. Throughout the book, we'll follow his journey towards becoming a Cliath, forming his pack under Earwig and his first mission as a Zedakh in a pack of other Queer Garou. In successive books, you'll see him transition from a scared baby gay Cub to a respected Elder in the Eastern Concordat! We're all absolutely thrilled to follow them on their journey. Illustrating this comic is the highly talented @mekanikaltrifle, who has partnered with us to bring Dante's story to life. I have a single pane I'd like to show you, bearing in mind these are just a first pass!

Book Pricing Information

We've also finalized some of our possible pricing on this book. On Storyteller's Vault, Community Content is priced on a per-page basis. The average is considered to be 12 cents per page. I did some early market work by releasing Hearthbound on a pay-what-you-want model with a recommended pricing of $2.99, totaling roughly 8 cents per page. I advertised exclusively here and on other social media platforms to queer audiences to help gauge a fair price for materials explicitly marketed to that audience. Of those that decided to pay for copies of the book, readers paid an average of 5$ per copy for an average of 14 cents per page. Given the voluntary nature of the release, we on the team have agreed that we'll be charging a rate of 14 cents per page for this release, which puts us on par with pricing for similar releases with a matching pagecount. With layout underway, we're currently looking at a book length of around 200-250 pages. 50% of proceeds go to the publisher, and the remainder will be split equally among all contributors, myself included. I and another artist have pledged to donate the entirety of our shares toward preserving the Kalapuyan language.

Book 1: Cliath releases on Halloween day!

I'd like to give a shout out to @a-boros-named-seamus, @madamebadger, The Bohemian, @peltofash, @ar2456, and Durodragon for supporting me on ko-fi, through yours and the donations of other ko-fi sponsors, we've managed to hire cultural consultants to review about half of what's been written. Because we weren't able to review all of our written words, we've narrowed our focus onto some of our most sensitive subject-matter, and believe that what we have coming out will be the inclusive Werewolf: the Apocalypse Quickstart you've all been waiting for. Thank you! It means so much to us that we have our own sept of Kinfolk out there who believe in this project!

If you'd like to help sponsor this project, subscribe on ko-fi to help us pay Cultural Consultants to work with us! We have some cool perks for subscribing, including access to book and setting previews, the ability to give feedback on game content we're producing, personalized advice for your own tables, and can even get a shoutout right in the book.

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[toskarin]

hey rin, a friend of mine enjoys composing music digitally and has a lot of respect for you as someone with more experience with that sort of thing. he has a hard time convincing the people around him to listen to the things he makes, in both the "finding an audience" way and "getting the people around him to give him their opinion on something he's working on way," and he wanted me to ask you if you could speak on your own experiences with those problems and how you've dealt with them. less related, he was also curious about your inspirations for the music that you make. i know this is a lot to cover, so if it would be easier for you to speak with him directly then please let me know

so I'll open by saying that, as far as people who can give good advice on this go, I'm probably not one of those. a lot of what I do only works because of some specific problems with my brain that are oddly adaptive to this sort of thing

that being said, this is a bit of the "tough love" kind of advice for surviving as an artist, so I'll make a second reblog for the second half of the question

this is either advice that will work or a ramble that will lead your friend to making his life unbearable, so look before you leap

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The Easy Section, or "You've Gotta Be a Bit of a Tradie"

let's go over the business stuff quickly before I start rambling at length about the boring stuff

learn to love the work itself. "find a job you enjoy and you'll never work a day in your life" is garbage, but creative work really is the one area where you should double down on this. kick back and bump your own album on release day, thinking about how every second of it is something that didn't exist before you put it together. this is what's gonna keep you above water when the wind is dead

get on bandcamp. there is nowhere better for small musicians right now. bandcamp is basically the last remaining website with an effective suggestion algorithm that caters to people who want to actively engage with music and buy it

consider getting on instagram. in the majority of places you're likely to live if you're reading this, the local music scene is on instagram. probably don't use your personal instagram for this

consider getting on soundcloud. you won't make sales through soundcloud, because it's a streaming-focused site (more on that in a moment) with a focus on passive listening, but it's pretty decent for networking, especially with digital music production. soundcloud is linkedin for deadbeats

stay off spotify. streaming generally isn't worth the trouble these days unless you're playing concerts or are otherwise already established. if you aren't uttering the words "you can find me on..." more than once a month, it's probably not worth pursuing a spotify presence to end that sentence with

self-promote. if you have platforms, use them. find the subreddit for your genre and post yourself on the self-promo day. consider posting some bandcamp album codes when you do this, not just so you can get word of mouth, but because someone having an album in their collection means you effectively have a permanent zero-cost advertisement for your music which will only show itself to people who are verifiably looking at something similar. companies pay dizzying sums for ads that couldn't dream of being this targetted. this is a big reason why bandcamp is THE place to be for small musicians

cross-promote and collab. work with your friends. if you don't have musician friends, go make some and then help each other out. "independent" music is a misnomer

blind yourself to the metrics. do not look at engagement metrics. pay them no mind at all. don't look at them unless you're trying to see how effective a specific, deliberate course of action was and already know what you want to find

remember that strangers are unknowable. people do things for arbitrary reasons. if you don't have someone giving you written feedback, don't make any assumptions at all about why they did something. skipped tracks and minimum-price pwyws mean nothing at all

present your stuff in a way that gives it context. why should someone care about your stuff? give them a reason. carve out an hour to really work on a nice album cover, go the extra mile and include track-by-track narrative with your dungeon synth album, or just describe what you're expecting people to buy. I firmly believe that NOMAD/VIRTUE was successful in large part because of its presentation

gimmick. gimmick gimmick gimmick. discount codes are more fun than automatic discounts, free album codes are more fun than free albums, contests are more fun than giveaways, so on so forth. lacking any physical goodies to bundle in, you should still endeavour to give people Something To Do that makes them feel like they're really engaging with your music

zero expectations, zero overhead. do not rely on the whims of complete strangers to justify whether or not you end up in the red. if you ever find yourself saying something like "I can afford to pay for a session musician because I'll just make it back" you can't afford to pay for a session musician. you're probably never getting bailed out if you eat a loss, so try not to put yourself in a situation where you can eat a loss to begin with

someone else's expectations, someone else's overhead. if someone else is paying you to make this music for a soundtrack or something, if (and ONLY if) you have the money in your hand and know you have it, you're no longer gambling. at this point, you can start to look at expenses as investment

now onto the less fun stuff. here's where I ramble for like an hour at you.

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if there's one thing I've really had hammered in over my decade-odd as a somewhat commercial artist (in all the disciplines I've worked with, which is most of them), it's that you have to be a bit of a bitch about it sometimes

that nagging fear in the back of your head that you're annoying? it's stopping you from doing what you need to do: annoy people

with that being said, this next section is kind of...

The Rough Section, or "You've Gotta Be a Little Hard-headed"

at the end of the day, you'll often find that you are your only advocate, and that means you kinda have to get your foot slammed in a few doors if that means holding them open. this also unfortunately means that you've gotta convince yourself you're pretty good. you don't have to think you're great, but confidence is a trade skill

the last opinion people see before the first time consciously engaging with your work (which here means "the thing that primes them for how they feel about it") is yours

which brings us to the first uncomfy rule

absolutely no cutting yourself down before anyone else even gets a swing

you can be modest if you want (you don't have to), but you absolutely cannot prime people to see the flaws in your work. if 50% of people are discerning enough to notice a flaw, why make that number 100%? what do you gain from that?

if something isn't as finished as you'd have liked it to be, but you've pushed it out the door anyway (which you will sometimes have to do), you absolutely cannot prime people to consider it unfinished

if the thing is still being worked on, there's nothing wrong with being forthcoming about that, but the fastest way to make someone think of something as "inferior product" when they otherwise would never have reached that conclusion is by telling them it is

and that, of course, leads us into a bit of an inversion of the previous rule

absolutely do not take the majority of your validation from strangers

doing this is bad for a million reasons, but I see the worst of this in visual arts, where artists double down on what gets them the most engagements and lay themselves at the mercy of complete strangers who have no actual investment in them

of course, it's normal to desire validation and approval from people you respect, but if you put yourself in a position where it's possible to enter a negative feedback loop that crystallises into you no longer making art from the default response of neutral apathy from strangers, it's not a matter of when: it's going to happen to you one day

so what's the move here? spend 8 years making music you don't release like you're in a compressed time chamber? probably not. I did it that way, but I didn't get much out of it, so you probably won't either

the actual answer is that you've gotta network. you need an inner circle. you need people with shared interests so that you can gas each other's stuff up

just like everyone else, you need your friends

you need to have friends who care about you, about what you're doing, and you need to care about them and what they're doing

this is because, while self-confidence is important...

the majority of your external validation as an artist should come from your friends and peers, not strangers

it's important to have artist friends, because then you can encourage each other in ways that are personally meaningful, but having your friends behind you, whether or not they're musicians, is so incredibly important

if you're motivated exclusively by success, however you're choosing to measure that, what you're actually doing is forming a nightmarish parasocial relationship with the concept of a crowd. not even a real crowd! a fictional group that materialises when you've created "the conditions for success"

there is no such thing as a truly independent artist. if your understanding of artistic success requires competition against others, you're going to lose that competition and then explode (unfortunately common)

finding your audience as an artist (and mind you, art is a social field) is very much a process of networking, but it feels gross to say it that way, so I'll just leave that at "if you want to be known by others, you need to be willing to know others"

anyway, this doesn't really terminate in a complete sentiment. I was just transcribing a train of though

if I were to boil this down to a shorter, snappier answer that I could read comfortably read out, it'd be...

TL;DR

the process of finding an audience is so much less about actually finding one than it is about learning to create happily whether or not you have an audience. developing an audience is the largely incidental byproduct of long-term creative efforts coupled with self-advocacy and interpersonal networking

if you want to be found by a scene, you have to participate in a scene, and if you want to participate in a scene, you need to be in the scene. so on so forth

as stupid as it might sound when I put it into words, the truth is that you can't build any kind of audience in isolation. someone has to find you somehow, and it's a lot easier to be found if you're actually somewhere that people might look

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

02/02/2024 Daily Recap

TLDR; SaveOFMDCrew Tumblr Updates; How To Help; Twitter Hashtags; Daily Lists; Reminders: Appreciation Events; Live Rewatch OFMD Party with Q+; Operation Auxiliary Wardrobe; Cast & Crew Sightings; New Watch Partys; Actually reasonable Articles; Stats; Petition Status; Morale; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika

= Save OFMD Crew Tumblr Up =

The SaveOFMDCrew Tumblr is finally up and running! Due to some weirdness with accounts they'll be under @saveofmdcrewmates as opposed to the regular name. This will have the same news as the other platforms so feel free to give them a follow.

== How To Help ==

Twitter folks: looks like @SaveOFMDCrew as well as several other people who've been leading the charge on twitter wanted to remind everyone on when to use what hashtags. Apparently there's been some cross pollination and they wanted to try and clear it up. Thank you to @havethisonelife for summarising.

Haterade Posts:

#OhBloysHeMad , #TheNumbersWereThere, #FinishOurStories Avoid: #DontStreamOnMax

When Advertising ourselves:

#SaveOFMD #AdoptOurCrew

Horny Posts:

No tags (Edit: @SaveOFMDCrew said it was ok to use #OurFlagMeansDeath on horny posts, just no other tags).

Suggestions for How to Help

Looking for ways to help? There are still daily ideas for you here: How To Help Save OFMD Task List - US How to Help Save OFMD Task List - Outside US

==Reminders!==

Cast Appreciation Events!

Tomorrow is Day of Damien! A day to shower Damien Gerard (Father Teach) with support and kindness for all he's done for our fandom! He has been hitting #SaveOFMD events pretty hard trying to support us! 

When to start: Saturday February 3rd, 6 AM CST, 7 AM ET, 4 AM PT, 12 PM GMT  Hashtags: #DayOfDamien

His Social Media Accounts:

Linktree (has his cashapp, etc) / Instagram / Twitter / Twitch / Tiktok

== Live - Rewatch Party with Q+! ==

This rewatch party is particularly important because the crew is really trying to get people hyped for the BBC launch of s2 on Feb 5. Everyone is hoping that if the s2 launch in the UK shows huge interest it'll be a huge boon for the potential for s3 with the networks.

Sunday Feb 4, 2 PM GMT / 9 AM ET / 6 AM PT

Watch Party Hashtags:

#OurFlagMeansRewatch

#AdoptOurCrew

#SaveOFMD

#OurFlagBBC

=Operation Auxiliary Wardrobe=

Do you do applique, crochet, cross stitch, embroidery, knitting, needle felt or any other textile-based OFMD Art? Wanna join a fun group of participants? Starting next week there will be a recruiting drive for a new fabric+thread project mid-month if people are interested! If you want to jump in now you can message @ForceMonument on twitter, otherwise other avenues will be opened sometime in the coming weeks!

=Cast & Crew Sightings =

This is from 01/26/2024 but I missed it and I feel like it needs to be shared. Dominic Burgess being a goofball badass as Jeffrey Fettering singing a 18th century version of the Friends theme song. <3 (Apologies for the quality of the video, I had to record it off my screen so people didn't have to go to Twitter). Twitter Post.

Wee John Wednesdays Mondays are back!

Mon 5th Feb, 10.30pm on Kristian Nairn's Instagram

=NEW WATCH PARTIES =

You can see a running list of current/upcoming watch parties here.

Thank you @libbyroseitm for the new Watch Party!

Uncle Season 1 watch party on i-player. Thurs 15th + Fri 16th Feb (GMT - 8 PM , ET - 3PM, PST - 12 PM)

Catered specifically for the UK crew, but we'd be thrilled for anyone else using VPN's to join in too! Here's an article on how to join via VPN

WatchParty Hashtags:

#ForTheNewUncle

#SaveOFMD

#AdoptOurCrew

== Articles ==

Finally! The Q+ Article is wonderful and very uplifting.

Our Flag Means Death: Why It Deserves to Find a New Harbor

The 10 best TV shows to watch this week, from Mr and Mrs Smith to One Day

Hairy Bikers Go West, Death In Paradise and Wheel of Fortune: TV highlights this week

The Uncertain Fate of “Our Flag Means Death” Season 3: A Closer Look

Every show canceled so far in 2024

Netflix adds one of ‘the best shows of 2022’ after it was dropped by HBO Max

== STATS ==

Thanks to @Seven_Sugars over on twitter for this info and analysis.

Also, as always, more fun stats from @meowzawowza on twitter from the Netherlands.

== Petition Status ==

Almost to 84K signatures friends!

== Morale ==

I know we're ending day 24 of being the Gravy Basket. It's been a lonnnnng several weeks. We haven't heard from chaos dad in around a week now, so it may seem again like things are slowing down again. As several folks have mentioned before, not every day can be ground breaking, but seeing everyone in the community getting together, having fun with watch parties, discussing ofmd meta, making new art and fanfiction, it feels like the momentum is still there. We often don't see many updates on the weekend so take this time to relax, take a break, maybe do the rewatch party if you have time on Sunday. I did want to bring up, this article on The Tourist is cool because it highlights that HBOMax has cancelled some very highly rated shows in the past and Netflix has picked up on them-- and while we didn't see anything from the 2024 Netflix announcements (as @poison-into-positivity mentioned, even if it was picked up it wouldn't be for 2024) that doesn't mean it's not still a possibility. So don't give up hope. It's going to take some time to get through to the networks, and we'll keep keeping at it.

If you are feeling down or concerned, be sure to reach out to your fellow crew, we're all here for you.

== Love Notes ==

Hey lovelies. You are so incredibly strong, do you know that? No matter what's going on in your life, you're still here. Every single day you get back up, and you keep going. That is incredibly powerful, and incredibly strong, and don't let anyone tell you any different. Do you think our buddy Rhys let's anyone tell him he's not the baddest ass mf on the planet? Nope.

If all you did today was get out of bed, or take a shower, or walk your dog, and nothing else, you kicked today's ass. If you wrote fanfiction, or watched a tv show, you kicked today's ass. They say that "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger" and while I see where that phrase is coming from I like to think of it a bit differently. What doesn't kill you, gives you a glimpse of just how strong you already were. You are the reason you are kind, you are the reason you are strong, you are the reason you continue to grow. You. Outside forces can help shape you, but you have always been strong even when you have felt your weakest, it's just not always easy to see. That strength is so important, and so is your need to rest. Remember to take a break from all the stressors of your life, whether that be a shower, or a 5 minute walk, or a day or a week away from the internet, whatever works for you. Even the strongest bridge in the world can break when there's too much weight on it. That doesn't mean the bridge is any less strong, it means something extremely heavy pushed it past its limits. Anyway, enough of my ramblings, just please know, everyone out here in the crew are so incredibly proud of you, we're rooting for you, and we're so very grateful you're still here with us.

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Speaking of resting....Reminder! No recap for 02/03/2024 unless someone else wants to do one! Please feel free to, obviously! I will be off drinking after taking a dip in some hotsprings and then watching OFMD with two friends who have yet to see it. So if I show up lurking and drunk-tumblr you all, I sincerely apologize, but I hope if I do that drunk Abby is at least amusing. Love yall <3

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== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

If you wanna see someone else other than these two in these gifs from OFMD let me know, we can switch it up a bit.