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justajsworkshop · 4 months ago

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ohhhmygod do i adore your account!! i wish i had found it years ago, when tumblr loa was a cesspool of complicated rigid rules, or just outright misinformation. after briefly reading some of your posts, i’ve started to realize how many of my problems materialize out of awareness— however thinly veiled.

just now, i started fixating on how my pen would run dry despite being brand new. this continued, even worsening the quality of ink and how it printed. anyways, i asked myself: what am i aware of right now? i redirected my awareness to having a functioning pen, and wallah! it works again, writing better than ever. this even happened with my skin!

each time i washed my hands they’d dry out so, so terribly that i’d have to apply moisturizer after every trip to a sink. miraculously, this faded out of my awareness and now even after harsh soaps and scalding water, my skin remains fine. this all seems to work out for me in the present moment, meaning anything i manifest for “later” seemingly fails (ex. lucid dreaming).

not sure if you’ve spoken of time, but i believe time to be an illusion, that only the now exists and will exist. i seem to blunder things for the “future” despite knowing they are now. i would like to ask if this is only seeming? i take it to be, as i’ve only confronted this type of remonstrance after shifting my perspective on time— also because how everything results from awareness.

would love and greatly appreciate your thoughts!! i do apologize for my rambling, i was just so excited to share how easily changes weave in and out of reality through awareness! here’s to a wonderful weekend<3

hey! omg, first off, i'm so happy to hear this practice helped you experience yourself in more desirable ways! it's really made an impact on me and how conscious i am of my awareness and where i'm placing it (myself), so to see someone actually apply what i've been talking about (eeee) and to experience such change is very exciting for me personally! congratulations. and thank you!

okay, so for your second aspect here on time. there are a few things i'm going to dissect, and i'm hoping that i can get this across as clear as i feel it in my being, so here goes nothing:

firstly, i'd like to reframe your language around how manifesting for "later" fails. my invitation for you and for anyone reading this is to remove the terms "fail/failure" and "does/didn't work" from your language and how you conceptualize yourself and manifesting.

there is no failing or failure. it's not that it didn't work; this implies a force outside of you was more powerful and overcame your intention, and it also opens you to the possibility that "failure/it not working" is something you can experience.

this mentality also invites the "what did i do wrong?" line of questioning. so, i'll answer it now very plainly: you didn't fail. you simply took your awareness off your desired outcome (i'll explain more what this means next). that's it. there's not work or didn't work. there's just awareness. there's just you.

so, it's really nbd because you've already shown how masterful you are at shifting your awareness! this puts you back at the center of your experience as the one source and one cause.

as for time, i have spoken about time quite a bit, but i don't think i have as much recently. i hear you when you say that you see time isn't linear, but the application of simultaneity isn't fully translating into your experiencing of self (based on what you're telling me). so, i'll try to break it down as best as i can.

when you say that you can manifest for the "present moment" by shifting your awareness, you're identifying the present moment as what you're currently perceiving with your physical senses, e.g., writing, washing your hands, reading this post, etc.

however, to your I AM awareness, all moments are the present. the example i always give is close your eyes, picture where you are right now exactly as is without opening your eyes. then picture a beach in front of you. notice how these moments instantly shifted according to your awareness, and neither of them was dependent on the physical. to your I AM awareness, you are lucid dreaming right now. you are also not lucid dreaming right now. there are infinite possibilities where either is true.

to say you're manifesting something for "later" means you're bringing that "later moment" into the now of your awareness whenever you think about it because you're aware of that "later" moment here and now. so, that moment is happening in the present to your awareness in the eternal now even if your linear self is designating it as "the future," and what you're also doing is attaching the narrative that anything you're not currently perceiving with your physical senses (what the linear self defines as the present) doesn't manifest.

do you follow? i hope this makes sense. i'll be glad to expand on anything specific if not, btw.

to your I AM awareness, it's all happening now in the eternal now. it's the linear, physical self who's divvying up things according to what it currently perceives vs. isn't currently perceiving as present vs. past/future, and therefore, they open up the possibility of "failure" for what they're not currently perceiving because the linear self is dependent on physical perception to say "it worked/manifested."

but your I AM awareness is operating outside of horizontal linear time in the vertical now. so, when i say i notice what i am aware of, and if it is something i don't desire, i shift to something i desire, in this case, it would be something like:

i notice myself being aware of the narrative that "future manifestations fail."

i shift my awareness to the truth that i am actually lucid dreaming perfectly right now, i always lucid dream whenever i want, all my manifestations are mine right now because there's no other time to have them: it's all just here and now—the eternal now (not the "now" according to the physical self who perceives this moment only through the physical senses and as a moment that's dependent on the moment prior and the moment after).

anytime you think about lucid dreaming or any other future manifestation, your I AM awareness is experiencing it here and now according to your narrative of being. so, "my future manifestations are failing, like for lucid dreaming" is happening now to your awareness, and this is ultimately what is mirrored back to you since you're only experiencing yourself.

let me know if this helped/cleared things up at all! and if there's anything you'd like me to try to tease out more, i'd be more than happy to. this was a really enjoyable ask to chew on. thank you for that. <3

#answered.

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jessiesparkes · 7 months ago

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OMG YOU WROTE TWINNING WITH A TWIST!!!

as someone who adores Ella and fully believes Sammy should have been a main character I love love love twintwist (does it have an abbreviation? like how slippery slopes is slipslop? the acronym is TWAT so i don’t wanna call it that lmao ANYWAY)

legit, probably one of my favourite fics. ever? I’ve reread it approximately 50 times I love it so much

it’s honestly a breath of fresh air reading, im going to be honest, most total drama fics in general because. wow what a change, the person who wrote this Actually Cares about the characters. wild. and twintwist is legit just That

the direction you took Ella and how she developed was so unexpected but made so much sense, i love how you took little details from the og season and expanded on them, like the thin apartment walls and her constantly wearing gloves (OOF) (also her Home Situation. did hit me a little personally)

and SAMMY!! omg this is what I mean when I say she should’ve been a main character!! i was cheering her and Ella on literally the whole way

Amy my beloved beloathed. kudos to you for actually giving her depth beyond “she is a bitch because reasons” and her redemption arc actually worked so well I loved it

I love how you wrote the other characters too!! did not realise a Beardo and Sammy friendship was something I desperately needed in my life but now I can never go back, Jashawn were somehow even more adorable and 100x less frustrating, Dave was. honestly a lot less unbearable

Scarlett and Sammy’s conversation in the treehouse is so many layers of fascinating. it lives rent free in my head. like yeah Scarlett was trying to manipulate a situation but like you question how much she genuinely meant the things she said. this is fully just me speculating but the line “romance doesn’t interest me personally” (or words to that effect) really makes me think. because like. that implies she could be romance-repulsed and/or aromantic, right? so when she’s talking to Sammy about how no, a lot of people will not understand Sammy and actively despise her, and it won’t be easy, but they don’t matter, you wonder how much Scarlett’s just BSing and how much she’s drawing from personal experience. she’s definitely not a good person (I processed that when she tried to kill everyone via island explosion) but there’s a LOT more to her than she lets on even post-reveal

speaking of Scarlett, when Sammy arrived on the PDL and found out apparently Scarlett was like in her early 20s masquerading as a teenager and this wasn’t her first run-in with the RCMP

i will confess

my first thought was “wait was she Izzy in disguise?!”

listen I have fully breached the “this is not what god (you) intended this is purely me reaching” zone, but… yeah lmao

ANYWAY I think I have bothered you enough with my ramblings, I’m CrystalHavoc on ao3, so you’ve probably seen all the rest of my Thoughts on ur fic. but i somehow just now found your tumblr so. i guess this is me putting one big notice of appreciation directly in your askbox. as a tdpi enjoyer and Ella-and-Sammy lover i super super love twintwist!!!

and idk how to end this so. yeah thank you!!! for writing it!!! ok bye

Hi there!! Gosh thank you so much for the kind message, I still can't believe I'm getting such high praise for Twinning (what I refer to it as rather than its abbreviation XD) after all this time! And for you to have reread it so many times?? I never realized how much of an effect it had on people :D

To be perfectly honest there are some parts of the fic that I kind of wish I'd done differently, but I'm sure that's what every creator thinks about their work. To this day I am still incredibly proud and humbled that it has struck a chord with so many people, and messages like these help to remind me that I'm able to make a positive change in this lifetime :)

When I originally wrote the Sammy and Scarlett scene, I had been writing Scarlett from an aromantic/asexual point of view, though I've since learned that classifying a villain as being incapable of falling in love is kinda ehhhhh not a great light to put them under. So now it's partially because of her being aromantic, and also because she's far too busy creating evil schemes engrossing herself in her work that she just simply doesn't care. And while Scarlett's ultimate goal was to make Sammy suffer by encouraging her to get together with Ella and then eliminating one or the other swiftly after, she more than likely did have some history with the topic of not letting others judge you for who you are. So yeah, she's a socially conscious greedy little nutcase :D (also yeah no she's not izzy, she just managed to fake her way into the game lol, though her being an adult is based off an izzy interpretation from another fic series)

Thanks so much again for all the support!! It genuinely means so much to me to see you and so many other people still loving the story to this day. Hopefully I can work up the ability to write more in the future, though unfortunately that's becoming increasingly harder to do :'( Anyways thanks again and I hope you have a wonderful day!! <3

#twinning with a twist #twinning #td sammy #td ella #still floored at how many ppl love this fic #i will forever be so grateful for that

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chrimsone · 1 year ago

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Hallo! I keep forgetting to link my fics n tumblr but I didn't forget this time!

So fun stuff, I used a clip of my own Crucible match for this chapter. And that clip resulted in a mercy after four minutes! Omg it's crazy how much is happening in such a short amount of time. I promised a friend I'd like show my process for this chapter and I am using this post as an excuse to the process lol.

So first I needed a source video of course. And I couldn't really just take some match off the internet cause I did want to be specific with what I had equipped. I knew I gave Rin an Arc Logic earlier so I had to grab myself an acceptable copy of one. But the Scout of hers isn't based off any in-game one tbh. But I have a massive love for Perseus-D so I decided to just use that as an acceptable replacement. Since Rin is mostly based off how I play the game normally, I ran the usual gear I wear. Wasn't gonna be a problem if knife hands got used at all in the match. After that, I just had to hope I queued into either the Jav-4 or Convergence map. Those two are my favorites and that's where I wanted her first match to be! Happened to be Jav-4 first.

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The fun part was trying to adapt this without the Strand stuff lol. Since at the point of my story not even Stasis has been discovered. Anyways after getting the video then I kinda write out what I experienced on some sheets of paper. Think of it as a rough draft. The starting of me translating what I experience into text form.

From there I take that and then put a City Children lens on it. This goes into an actual doc and since this can be more detailed as I give myself notes and ideas for actual writing. Here's a snapshot of that cause it does take a few pages worth of text.

After this I start actually writing the chapter. While that happens I do cross out the text on the second draft doc. Just helps my eyes from glazing over as I look over all the funny words. Honestly doing all this helped me actually realize some of the callout names for Jav-4! Since the radar provides a name for an area, and to keep my mental map proper I ended up figuring out a decent chunk of the names! Who knows I might actually use them when playing lol.

Pretty much any chapter that focuses on the action has this kinda process to it. The Sundial went thru it! Tho since I didn't have a good PC back in Dawn, I never saved a video of one of those runs. Esoterickk is a true god I used one of his videos on it for reference. Which was still kind of fun! Had to interpret someone else's perspective.

Uh, I guess that's it for this chapter! The process details ended up taking a lot more time to write down than expected lol. If I'm lucky the next chapter won't be 7k words and get out a little quicker. It's not combat focused this time so I don't really need to go thru this process! Though. I have has to use another Esoterickk vid on the Corridors of Time as my memory is fuzzy. Fun hint-hint on what the next chapter is about hehe

#destiny 2 #i am 90% sure i wanted to talk about more #but then i got consumed on the process #curse my brain for working so fast even my fingers struggle to keepup #first its my tongue #and my fingers are like 'yeah i can translate some of this brain think'#but it cant do it all #still i love my fingers #Youtube

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chromotps · 1 year ago

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AceLu and CoraLaw interactions I think they would have if they got together + HCs (this is just for fun and these are my opinions/ideas! They're kinda like my guinea pigs now lmao- I don't post so I just send these to you- Sorry:'D I don't spam but if these asks annoy you, let me know!) + Zosan and NamiVivi because yes

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[After *coughs* making out]

Cora: oh! I smeared lipstick on you. sorry, let me wipe it off-

Law: ...leave it.

Cora: what? why?

Law, instead of answering, walks away with a very obvious blush and lipstick still smeared on his lips and its corners.

(I HC that Cora still wears make-up on occasions and on random times, mostly for Law but sometimes he does like to wear it for himself. He experiments with his looks with Ikkaku. They do skincare together, Law and other crewmembers joins them sometimes)

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Ace: hey farmboy.

Luffy: hi cowboy!

(Their hats. Luffy literally has a strawhat and Ace's looks like a cowboy hat. He also gives off cowboy vibes- giggles. I think this is the only nickname they'd give each other honestly. They don't look like the type to use nicknames or terms of endearment used by couples. But that's just my opinion)

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Cora: I got called Donquixote six times today. And also got called 'Doflamingo's little brother' three times. The name/title itself doesn't bother me, it's just people's tones...

Law, quietly: would you like mine?

Cora: what?

Law, stammering out a 'logical' explanation: I mean, if you had someone else's last name people would be more comfortable and accepting... I think. It would make it harder for them to remember and recognise that you're a part of the Donquixote family.

Cora: oh.. makes sense.

Law: so..?

Cora, laughing: propose to me properly, at least!

(Law didn't propose to him that day of course, because 1. he didn't have a ring and 2. he wanted to do it properly. Plus he wanted to surprise Cora. So I'm thinking he probably spent 3-5 weeks waiting before he officially proposed to catch Cora off-guard. Maybe it was grand, or maybe it was on a simple night when they're out on the Polar Tang's deck while talking about everything and nothing at all. In any way I want the Heart crew to be there bc they're precious to me. They burst through the doors and tackle the fiancées to give their congratulations lol. Trafalgar D. Rosinante am I right fellas—)

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Zoro, watching Sanji lift Luffy's whole body with his legs high up: flexible.

Ace, watching Luffy twist his body to reach the food Sanji is holding: I agree.

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Cora, Ace, Sanji and Vivi: wife?? why am I the wife?

Law, Luffy, Zoro and Nami: because you're sweet and you look good in white.

(Them >>>)

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That's all for now!

OMG I,,, love these ideas,,,, they're very fun.... I'm happy to get asks!! It's true that these ships are pretty small, especially on tumblr, so I get that it's nice to just chat about them with another fan 😭

Coraaaaa what a sweetheart, apologizing about the makeup... 😂 I bet Law was the one who started the makeout anyway!!! He planned this!!!

"FARMBOY" AND "COWBOY" THEY'RE SO CUTE. UGH. farmboy luffy and his strawhat sitting in the sunlight, or carrying a bunch of sunflowers and other things he's grown to Ace... I reeeeallllllly want a cute little AU where like, Ace is an experienced cowboy (maybe he works as a ranch hand on Whitebeard's property or something?) and then Luffy buys the open land across from him. He drops by now and then, at first to ask Ace for help with little tasks while setting up his farm (and he always offers to help Ace with his work in return), but then he starts stopping by just to chat with Ace or watch him work or slip in compliments about how cool he looks... Ace is flustered and also thrown off by Luffy's carefree attitude, and the grump inside him thinks Luffy won't last a month as a farmer. But Luffy's persistent, and (with the help of a seemingly endless list of friends) he gets a nice farm going... Maybe he even starts bringing Ace flowers from the small patch by his house................... And Ace mellows out and admits that he's sweet on him and,,,,, ahhh,,,,,

eek got carried away. I just love AUs. 😭 I agree, they don't seem like the type for petnames, at least not in canon... maybe in different settings... But wow... Luffy waking up with Ace and going "Morning, Cowboy" and Ace laughing like "I'm not even wearing the hat right now"

"would you like mine" "Trafalgar D. Rosinante" that's SO!! romantic!!!!! Law letting that offer slip like he hasn't been thinking about it for the last year... That proposal would be so cute!! Especially with his crew celebrating their captain's happiness 😭 he really did find a good bunch of weirdos as a found family 😭😭

laughing forever at one-track-mind Zoro and Ace. Sometimes... those boys are dumb. I love them. also LOVE those 4 getting called sweet, they are!!! and they would look good in white......

#some day i want to draw wedding outfits for some op ships #except like... i want the outfits to be that weird mix of casual and fantasy that op lands on #definitely not like completely traditional at least #ah.......#headcanons

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piease-iove-me · 2 years ago

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all. of. them

hiiii thank you 🥺🥺

✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)

mmmm absolutely that one jibaro inspired thing i write this September? i love that baby so much :')

💘Is there any posted fic you want to rework/re-edit/re-write?

yes!!! it's something i started years ago and then dropped. but always think about:') it's got mercenaries and familiars and a whole gang of idiots stuck in one place :')

💫what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?

omg absolutely those who mention lines from the chapters OR even better when people go on and on about plot points and characters 🥺 just make me smile so incredibly wide

🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?

omg idk?? i honestly always scream about it to someone/everything when I'm in trouble 🥹🥹🥹

🦋what are you most insecure about when you post a fic?

mmmm everything???? mostly I'm just afraid it's not good enough but isn't that just how it is to post and put something of yours out there

🌻what makes you want to give up on writing? what makes you keep going?

oh uh... answer to both would be me, in all honesty:') my brain mostly

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing

oh god that's a tough one. wishfully i can say it's nice enough to pass general approval????

🎈describe your style as a writer; is it fixed? does it change?

wordy. it's wordy. but ever-evolving

🎉how often do you celebrate completing & posting a work? how often do you give yourself the credit/validation that you seek from others when you post? (if you don't, you should!)

i don't really know how to???

💞what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language

idk depends? lately I'd say the writing itself and characters rather than the plot

💝what is a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

mmm as i said, my first dd which got lots of support 🥹

🤍what's one fic of yours you think people didn't "get"?

mmm omg mind blank. maybe all in some kinds? but not necessarily in a bad way

��️was there a fic that was really hard on you to write, or took you to a place you didn't think it would take you?

yes😓 there's this heavily dd fic I'm writing with a friend's help that's such a challenging thing to write. i actually had to take a break from it because it often took me in a bad place mentally and i really can't do that rn

💥find your least kudos'd fic - say something wonderful about it.

omg... i can't find anything good to say about them. they're so old all i wanna do is orphan it😭

🍭why did you start writing?

for funsies? just to see if i could pull it off, still trying to understand if i can, actually but it's fun

💎why is writing important to you?

oh ig because it became a way to escape everything? and to throw in all that's going onb

📡why is writing and sharing your writing important for fandom?

oh god idk? don't think it is djhdhd

🪄what is your post-writing/sharing aftercare? How do you take care of yourself or celebrate yourself when you've finished a fic?

a whole snoozing week 🥹

🎙️which one of your fics would you like someone to make a pod-fic of?

oh uh idk? doubt any is good enough for that but if i had to pick one maybe that one jibaro inspired fic? I'm particularly fond of that one

🤲what do YOU get out of writing?

oh i guess i feel lighter? as in it's my own way to get rid of everything going on in my mind so good therapy

💋when you leave comments on a fic, do you want to hear back from the writer?

yes!! but i do understand when it doesn't happen. no big deal

☯️how do you think engaging with each other through tumblr, twitter, comments, kudos, creates healthy fandom experiences? How do you deal with that if you're not a social person/experience social anxiety?

oh god... i know it's important to create a following and it's great to have amazing support from the fandom but sometimes it adds up and turns into pressure for expectations so awful for anxiety. i think there's the need to find balance but I'm personally still struggling with that. so what i can do is take occasional breaks from everything as self-care

🧿what steps do you take to not take things personally if a fic doesn't do well, or if your writing/posting/sharing experience isn't going how you'd like it to?

oh uh actually nothing? i just shrug it away. it's okay

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

_ “As long as she does her job, I don’t need us to like each other.” And his eyes drift to Scott, staring back at him already.

Theo holds his gaze—taking in the disappointment turned discomfort—and then lets himself stand.

“You’re gonna be a team, Mr. Raeken,” he hears, but is already turning around from the table. “You will want them to like you out there.” _

#thiamsxbitch #sorry it took so long #busy day:')#and thank you again for this! it was so much fun!#ask game

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golbrocklovely · 2 years ago

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i need to vent about something extremely dumb so feel free to ignore me lol

so fun fact about me, i have keratosis pilaris, otherwise known as kp (or chicken skin or strawberry skin, as some ppl refer to it as) and i HATE with a fiery passion the amount of times i've heard ppl talk about kp and how to get rid of it.

you ask any fucking person on the internet and they have about 1000 different creams, diys, exfoliants to use to get rid of kp. the thing is… KP DOES NOT GO AWAY. it is, for a lot of ppl, a lifelong skin TYPE (just looked that info up, btw. apparently kp is so common some doctors now refer to it as a type rather than a condition). so you can use everything under the sun and it won't go away. you are wasting your money buying shit that won't do dick all to help.

if you go to a dermatologist and they suggest something, obviously use that. i'm not a doctor, so don't listen to me lol but if you are using some random tiktok as a proof of what to buy for kp…. dear god please stop.

it's just so infuriating to me mostly bc a lot of ppl that talk about strawberry skin (which by the way i hate that ppl refer to it as that) don't even have actual kp, they just get irritated after shaving bc they didn't use enough moisturizer.

like… it's genetics. i got it bc my dad had it. my brother has it as well. it's not gonna go away. for some it can, but for most it's lifelong. it usually disappears or reduces a lot by the age of 30. and it's usually at it's worse during puberty. and let me tell you, both of these things are true. i used to be extremely embarrassed by my kp, especially since i didn't even know what it was and the only reason i found out about kp is bc of a fucking tumblr post. so not knowing why i had bumps all over my arms, shoulders, and legs made me feel really insecure. also i hated my body in general so this was just the added bonus. i get why ppl want to get rid of their kp, i was like that too. there are some days i consider buying all these fucking products that get recommended to me and seeing if any of them work.

but then i realize first and foremost, NO ONE CARES. omg, i'm telling you, the minute you realize no one cares as much as you care - your life will be golden. seriously, the shit you nitpick over is NEVER noticed by ppl that actually matter. bc if someone is gonna make fun of you bc of your skin type or whatever, fuck them. who cares what they have to say? (obviously i know that's easier said than done, but i'm telling you, the shit you worry about, the weird body angles you think you look bad in, NO ONE IS PAYING ATTENTION TO YOU LIKE THAT).

also, as someone who is getting closer to the age of 30, my kp has gone down a lot. it was at it's worse when i was going thru puberty, and now it's reduced a lot. i also exfoliate, which i think has helped. but i'm not going out of my to buy all this random shit that claims to help.

i think i'm just so sick of skin routine tiktok. like i don't mind watching ppl do their skin routines, it's fun and relaxing. but the minute ppl start recommending products, i'm out. during the pandemic, when that side of tiktok was blowing up, i listened to ppl talking about "oh the cleanser you should get is cetaphil and the retinol, bc you have to use a retinol, is the ordinary one."

cetaphil dried my skin out so much that i went from having oily skin to dry/combo skin. and the ordinary retinol breaks me out every. time.

i have a complete different set of shit i use now that were never recommended to me that i just used on a whim and they worked for me. but i'm not going out of my way to recommend it to everyone just bc it works for me. also i think what a lot of ppl need to realize is that there are TONS of ppl that just have good genetics. hell, even with my kp, i'm one of them. my skin breaks out occasionally, but i've never had consistent acne. and really i'm the only one in my family that's ever been like that. but bc i'm lucky in that regard, half the products i use wouldn't have worked for someone with acne prone skin. and that's how it is with a lot of products: a lot of the times they work for random influencers bc they just genetically have decent skin.

slight side note but still very much on topic: i've made the active decision to stop worrying about shit that i never worried about before. like, i'm not about to start growing new insecurities just as my old ones are slowly dwindling away. i'm not gonna worry about something that was never a problem before just bc someone else talks about their experience of struggling with this insecurity.

the reason i bring this up is bc a tiktok that came across my fyp was talking about this body wash that women were using. this body wash apparently lightens ppl skins. the only reason one lady found out is bc she went to get a brazilian wax, and the person that was waxing her asked if she was bleaching her asshole bc it was all one color (and apparently this woman had been going to this person for years so… she would notice this lol) and that's how she found out that the body wash was lightening her darker areas. and now, ppl in the replies were recommending to use it in their downstairs area (and just overall anywhere they think their skin looks too dark) to brighten up their skin.

no. i'm not gonna be concerned about what color my asshole is. if it's dark, so what. it LITERALLY never sees the sun. it's main purpose is to shit. idc what it looks like, as long as it works. this is the dumbest thing i've heard in my life omg

#personal #text #something on twitter made me write this lol

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purpleandsilver · 1 year ago

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Using StimuWrite: First Impressions

Wherein I typed up this post on the app, exported the .txt file to my OneDrive, and formatted it on Tumblr whilst laying in bed.

First I downloaded it from the official source. Then I explored the other themes. I settled on buying and downloadig one of te extra theme packs in order to have the Clear Crystal theme. I'm running into the problem that the background I want to use- Galaxy Spiral- is making it hard to read text as I type closer to the center of the spiral. I changed to the Outline theme and it seems to help but I wish there was a background that was slightly grey and transulucent. The emojis are cool but mushrooms don't go with the theme. Oh well. I think mushrooms are cute. Hm. Text is getting hard to read because the galaxy spiral is darker towards the bottom. Let me see..... Okay so I switched backgrounds. Dark works okay with Clear Crystal. I just noticed that the emojis isn't just mushrooms like I wanted. I don't like the thumbs up emote randomly showing up. Wait where'd the mushies go. 😟I like the mushies. 😟 Okay so I turned off Emoji Feedback thinking it would get rid of the thumbs up. I don't think it did but I did turn on the lots option. I don't like the hand clapping emoji either. I just want the mushies. Anways, the writing part works fine. Let's explore the fonts.

Right now I'm using Courier Prime. Let's see what else we have. Roboto Sans is basic AF but someone likes it lol. Noto Serif is very in your face serif. I understand why Open Dyslexic was added- for acessability- but omg my ADHD brain hates this font. But I'm glad it's avaible for people who need it. Short Stack is interesting in that I don't know how to describe it. It's... short and handwritingish? Ish. Marckscript are for people who cosplay William Shakespeare characters. It's cursvie so there's a huge generation that doesn't know how to write it. Illegible is definitely for people who want nothing but chaos. I don't and I hate this font with a passion lol. Okay I'm back to my favorite font of all time. Courier Prime really is the number one font ever. It is just so good and I personally believe it pairs well with the keyboard or typewriter sounds.

Speaking of sounds let's try those out. Right now I'm on Typewriter. Now I'm on Bubble. Absoulutely the fuck not. No. Omg I hate this sound. My brain is screaming. And now I'm on Bloop which sounds like a fire alarm and is giving me flashbacks from school days. NO. And here we have keyboard which is like Typewriter but lighter because it's modern. Oh there's one called Ah. OMFG I HATE IT. Just turned on Scribble and I'd rather listen to nails on a chalkboard. Plastic Rustle reminds me of my cat Maximus and how he likes to eat plastic. I see the appeal but no for me. Now I'm on Bubble Wrap. I'm having mixed feelings right now. I don't hate it but I like it. And finally, Drum. No. Just no. And I'm back to Typewriter because it's the best. Most of the sounds are a no for me, but I'm not the only one using them. They're cool but imma stick with Typewriter or Keyboard. Okay now I'm going to close and reopen the program to see if it saves me work. Gonna copy it beforehand though.

Okay it does save your work in a way. I had to change my theme again on start and recovery my session. Interesting. Anyways ratings are arbitary but I think this app is a 10/10 for what it does because I'm almost at 650 words. I wonder if I can get there just by typing mindlessly. I bet I could. This feels very stimulating. I need four more words. Oh hey I'm over 650 words. Nice.

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outerbankies · 3 years ago

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looking out for you: no hope — rafe cameron

looking out for you masterlist

summary: rafe thought his dad just wanted him to take you to midsummers, but how does he reconcile his budding feelings for you with what his dad asks him to do for the family business?

pairings: unrequited!rafe x reader, john b x reader

warnings: swearing, alcohol, drugs, angst (who am i)

a/n: omg… is this tumblr user outerbankies posting something other than new light? who would’ve thought! shout-out to @taylathornton for telling me to write this and letting me rant about it ❤️ not canon rafe (i should just put this on my masterlist at this point tbh!)

my writing

Rafe doesn’t think he’s ever seen someone look more bored. You’ve been using your salad fork to push the same few pieces of kale around for the last ten minutes, listening to Ward and your dad drone on and on about whatever—business, politics, sports. Rafe had lost track at some point, too. And Rose and your mom have been discussing god knows what kind of island gossip as they keep the wine flowing, leaving you and Rafe to sit there in silence for most of the meal.

You haven’t paid him a second glance since his dad and Rose dragged him to this dinner tonight, giving him a tight lipped smile and polite head nod as the Camerons had arrived. His dad hadn’t even asked if Rafe wanted to go, just demanded he put on the button down the maid had ironed and told him what time they were leaving that night.

Rafe knew you well enough. You guys had mutual friends in school, but he wouldn’t really call you a friend. Couldn’t tell you one time the two of you had ever hung out one-on-one, didn’t have you on his Close Friends. You were Topper’s neighbor, too, so after graduation he’d seen you in passing a few times. You never even had a class together in high school, he thinks. You were probably too smart for him.

But you were hot, he wasn’t going to deny that.

So even though you paid him no attention as you both nearly died of boredom at this dinner, he wasn’t mad about having nothing to do but look at you across the table as you snuck glances at your phone in your lap. He watched as you stayed silent for most of dinner, your interest only piquing a few times.

“How’s that marina boy I recommended for you doing on the boats?” Ward had asked your father.

“John B? Ah, we love the guy,” your dad smiled.

“Good,” Ward nods. “Hard worker. We had a bit of an indiscretion a while ago, but he owned up to it.”

“Sounds like him. He cut his hand the other day when Y/n was here alone. She patched him up, and the poor kid—he was just begging to take a pay cut for the hours of work he lost, and the blood he got all over her jeans,” your dad says, laughing. Rafe catches the embarrassed way you train your eyes on the table cloth, the slightest lift to your lips.

“Maid couldn’t help the jeans. Had to throw them out,” your mom joins in. “But he’s a nice young man.”

“Yeah, well. This was different,” Ward laughs awkwardly, bringing his wine to his lips. “Had to do my due diligence. Can’t trust a pogue for anything these days.”

Your fork clatters to your plate loudly.

“John B’s amazing. He does a great job and we absolutely trust him,” you said, shooting Ward a look.

Rafe nearly chokes on his wine. It’s probably the first time you’ve spoken all night. And he’d never expect you to be so stern; he’s surprised you could even face off with his dad like that. Your parents aren’t phased, but Rafe can physically feel how uncomfortable his dad and Rose are. It causes the slightest giddiness in Rafe, who has to look down at his plate while his dad stammers an apology.

“So, Y/n, any big plans for the summer?” Rose asks, changing the subject.

“Just working for my dad,” you say, Rafe watching you shoot a smile to the man sitting at the head of the table. A genuine smile, nothing like how he’d look at his own dad.

“How lovely. Rafe is as well,” his dad says, glancing over at his son. Rafe just nods, shooting you an awkward smile when you look at him, too, nodding your head before going back to pushing your kale around.

Your wine glass is empty, Rafe notices. He’s moving before he can think, picking up the bottle of white wine sitting in between the two of you to offer you a refill. You just shake your head at him.

“Driving later tonight,” you explain, barely glancing up at him before looking down at your watch. “Actually, dad, can I be excused?”

“Sure,” your dad shrugs, looking at your mom, who Rafe notices also just nods. Rafe’s jealous. And kind of mad you’re leaving him here to fend for himself.

“Well, before you run off,” Ward says, sending Rose a pointed look.

You just pause where you’re standing behind your chair, furrowing your eyebrows. You shoot Rafe the briefest glance, and he just shrugs, as confused as you are.

“Your mother and I had the loveliest idea, Y/n,” Rose says, glancing at Rafe. He doesn’t like where this going. “Why don’t the two of you go to Midsummers together this year?”

What?

“The two of who?”

“You and Rafe, Y/n,” your mom tuts, laughing.

Rafe immediately sits up straighter in his chair, looking at his dad. His dad responds with a hard stare, like he’s supposed to know this was what tonight was about.

“Um,” he says, dumbly. He looks at Rose for help.

“We just think you two would look great together,” Rose gushes.

And then it all clicks for Rafe.

It’s business. That’s what this dinner had been about, after all. And here he was, thinking his dad wanted to bring him along to help. To step up to the plate, get this investment deal with your father pushed through. He should’ve known he was just being used for the one thing he might actually consider himself useful at: girls.

You’re looking at him. Rafe forces a smile because he feels his dad looking at him too. You barely give it any thought, just shrugging, looking at your dad, who nods his head. “Sure. Why not?”

“Uh, yeah. Okay,” Rafe says, finding himself a little shocked you’d even agreed.

It was just Midsummers, you went with Kelce last year and it didn’t mean anything. No big deal. But… still.

“We can discuss outfits and stuff later, yeah? Or,” you say, turning to Rose and your mom, painting on a smile. “I’m sure you two have it all figured out.”

“Leave it to us,” Rose says, a sickly sweet smile on her face. Rafe wants to roll his eyes.

“I sure will,” you mutter, and Rafe detects a hint of agitation in your voice. He has to bite back a grin as you take your exit. “Nice to see you all.”

And with that, you walk out of the dining room, apologizing profusely to one of the kitchen staff you accidentally bump into as you do, a woman who just smiles and pats your shoulder, clearly accustomed to your demeanor.

“Rafe,” Ward says, interrupting Rafe’s thoughts as he tilts his head in the direction of where you’d just headed off. “You’re excused as well. Why don’t you walk her out?”

“Oh,” he breathes, dropping his napkin onto his plate. “Yeah, sure.”

Rafe finds you in the entryway, fixing your hair in one of the mirrors. He leans up against the doorway behind you, trying to catch your eye in the reflection. He doesn’t, so he clears his throat until you glance at him. It doesn’t startle you, so you must have known he was there the entire time and were just ignoring him. Nice.

“Where are you sneaking off to?” he asks, realizing he hadn’t thought of what he was going to say once he did get your attention.

“Not sneaking off anywhere,” you retort, putting on some lip gloss. “My parents don’t care, promise.”

His eyes track the movement, the way you rub your lips together, thumb coming up to catch some that had gone over your lip line.

“Am I gonna see you at Topper’s tonight?”

Your tone remains even, not one ounce of interest in any part of your body language. “Is he having a thing?”

“Uh… yeah,” Rafe says, surprised you didn’t know. Not like there are many places for people your age to go party on an island this small. And you look dressed for one. “Should be fun.”

“Well, Luce wants to go to the Boneyard,” you say, twisting and turning in your outfit, adjusting your tank top straps and the waistband of your shorts. “So that’s where I’m going.”

“Tourons?”

“Yep.”

“Didn’t think that was your type, Y/n,” he remarks.

“It’s not.”

“So what is? Pogues?” he laughs.

You don’t reciprocate, just looking at your watch, rooted to the spot like you’re waiting to be dismissed by him.

“Alright,” Rafe says, going in for one last move. “Well, if you get sick of cheap beer and slumming it with the help, come find me.”

And he’s not sure why he’s flirting with you. You’re definitely nice to look at, you have to go to the dance together anyways—and it’s honestly a second nature to him. It could be any combination of the three.

You look at him weirdly. “Why? So I can listen to you say more disgustingly classist things like that?”

“Oh, don’t give me that shit, Y/n,” Rafe says. “Look at your house.”

“I have to go pick up Lucy,” you say, turning to the door.

Rafe’s thinking about his dad, the way he’d looked at him at dinner, what he’s expecting of him, and then he’s speaking again.

“I just meant, we’re going to Midsummers together, yeah?” he says. “It might be a good idea to just get more… comfortable? Around each other.”

Rafe winces in embarrassment as soon as he says it, especially when you can’t hide your amusement.

“Rafe, it’s Midsummers. Since when is it comfortable?”

“You have a point,” he breathes, wondering if making a fool of himself has finally gotten you to ease up on him.

“We’ve been doing this since we were kids. You’ll probably be doing lines in the bathroom by the third song,” you say, pulling your keys out of your bag and opening the door. “And I’m definitely dipping after an hour tops. We’ll do the outfits, take some pictures, I’ll stand with you and try not to look bored while you rub elbows. Do a dance or two for our parents, and then we’re free. We’ll be fine, Rafe.”

“That’s not—”

“Have a nice night. If Kelce is there tell him I said hey.”

—

“Dude, she’s like—trust me. That door is closed. Like locked, and dead bolted shut. With a moat around it. I’ve tried,” Kelce says, pushing a shot toward Rafe. Topper just nods in agreement.

“But she’s hot,” Rafe points out, throwing the shot back.

“Of course she is,” Kelce laughs. “But I promise you, you’re wasting your time.”

“It’s just for my dad,” Rafe says, missing the way his friends throw significant glances at each other. “Her dad’s part of some stupid deal he’s been trying to push through for a while.”

“Whatever you say, dude,” Topper laughs. “Just don’t get lost in the sauce.”

“You guys aren’t serious?” Rafe says, pushing a bunch of discarded cups out of the way so he can start cutting lines on the counter. People surrounding them in the kitchen flock to him as he dumps the white powder of the bag he keeps in his wallet. “She’s just a girl. And it’s just Midsummers. Kelce, you took her last year.”

“Indeed,” Kelce says. “And she spent the entire night talking to one of the wait staff about unionizing. I wish I was kidding.”

“Huh,” Rafe says, eyes widening. Who were you?

“Yup.”

“You know, I catch John B spitting game at her like every other day while he works on her dad’s boats,” Topper laughs, shaking his head. “Pogue has no fucking idea.”

“No shit?” Rafe laughs, clearing his throat before snorting a line and passing the bill he’d rolled up to Kelce. “Maybe she’s into pogues. She went to the Boneyard tonight, turned me down about coming here.”

“You asked her to come?”

Rafe shrugs, focusing on collecting money from the peers around him shoving their way to his side for a hit. He lets a few sunburned tourons get away with a free sample. “Offered. Again, for my dad.”

He opens his mouth to tell Kelce you said hey, but stops himself for some reason.

“Well, think again,” Topper says, causing Rafe to furrow his eyebrows. He looks to where Topper’s vision is trained, and there you are. You’re standing in the living room with your friend, Lucy, the two of you glancing around like you’d just arrived. Lucy spots what she’s looking for, and you just roll your eyes as she runs off, smiling a little as you watch her go.

Rafe’s grabbing a hard seltzer from the opened box on the counter before he can think, cutting through the group of people about to blow through his supply for free as he moves to you.

“Y/l/n. You made it after all,” he greets, clocking the way you again have no reaction to his presence. It’s admirable at this point. “Brought you a drink.”

You hold up your keys. “I’m driving. Remember?”

“I can take you home later,” he offers. Your eyes scan over his face, zero in on his pupils and the skin right under his nose, pointing to where he has some leftover white powder, using your own face as a guide.

“Yeah, no thanks, bud,” you smile.

Rafe’s cheeks burn as he rubs a hand under his nose, brushing it off as quickly as he can. His mind is racing trying to pick up the thread of conversation before it gets worse. “You want a bump? On the house.”

Girls usually loved that one. But not you. Now the indifference is gone, replaced with pure disgust. It embarrasses the hell out of Rafe, but also excites him to no end that he’s finally getting a reaction out of you. That might be the coke talking. Or thinking.

All he knows is something zips down his spine when you finally give him more than a millisecond of undivided attention, even if it’s negative.

“No, Cameron. Driving,” you repeat. Rafe nods, throwing his hands up in surrender as he leans into the counter behind you both.

“Fair enough. How’d you end up here anyway?” Rafe tries. “Touron didn’t work out? Couldn’t find a marina rat to keep you occupied?”

You look caught out for a second, but then you’re shaking your head again. “If you must know, Lucy saw Eddie post on Snapchat that she was here, so,” you sigh, pulling out your phone again, swiping through notifications. “Here I am until she’s ready to leave.”

“She shouldn’t be the only one having fun,” Rafe says, cracking open the can in his hand and offering it to you again. “Don’t be boring, Y/n.”

You’re still looking at your phone, sighing when you finally make eye contact with him again.

“Actually, it’s called being a friend. Which I’m sure you wouldn’t understand, seeing as you keep offering me drugs and alcohol when I’ve already told you three times that I don’t want anything.”

Rafe can’t resist rolling his eyes. “That’s dramatic. Just want you to have fun.”

“Why?” you ask, looking up at him in genuine curiosity.

He doesn’t have an answer, so he doesn’t give one.

“Cause I’m your Midsummers date?” you tease.

“Oh god,” Rafe groans. “My dad’s idea. Swear, I didn’t even know he was gonna pull that.”

“Sure,” you nod, patting him on the shoulder. One of Rafe’s customers calls him in from the kitchen, yelling something about needing more. “Stay safe tonight, Rafe. Maybe take it easy on the yayo. You’re sweating through your shirt.”

And with that, you walk off to the other side of the living room, leaving Rafe more confused than ever.

—

It’s not a crush—at least he thinks it isn’t. He’s attracted to you, sure. And he likes the back and forth, although it doesn’t seem very playful on your end. He’s actually about 70 percent sure you despise him at this point. But he couldn’t get a good read on you for the life of him.

And he still gets to take you to Midsummers, which he’d been looking forward to, wondering if a little bit of alcohol and the promise to please both of your parents would be enough to get the two of you on more solid ground.

Until his dad ruined it.

“Just make it happen, Rafe.”

“Dad, we’re barely even friends. I haven’t even taken her on a date,” Rafe says. “Not that she’d say yes if I asked.”

“Maybe if you were a bit more proactive about our business needs, you wouldn’t be in this position,” his father argues. “Just ask her out, Rafe. It isn’t rocket science.”

“Dad, c’mon—”

“Her father is stonewalling me on this investment, and I want it,” his dad says. “And she’s next in line. So I need you to get in there, Rafe. Ask her out, treat her right for a little bit, get her to talk to her dad, and, for the love of god, don’t fuck it up. Can you manage that?”

“I don’t know,” he breathes, honestly. He could already picture you just laughing in his face. Or some miraculous scenario where you did say yes. And then what? He’d have to take you on fake dates, lead you on. Sounds like a mess waiting to happen. “I’m just… not sure if I’m there yet. Do you think she—”

Ward sighs, hands on his hips.

“Listen, I really need you to step it up,�� Ward says. He puts a hand on the back of Rafe’s head, making him look him in the eyes. Rafe gulps. “I’m counting on you.”

“Dad—”

But his father is having none of it, continuing full steam ahead. “Rafe, just buy her some nice flowers, pick her up before Midsummers. She’s just another pretty girl—shouldn’t this be your specialty?”

“It’s not that simple,” Rafe grumbles.

“Get it done before you guys join us, alright?” Ward sighs with a sense of finality. “I want to see a happy couple on that dance floor.”

“Okay, I can… I can try,” Rafe nods, blowing out a breath of air. He looks at his dad earnestly. “But no promises. I really think it’d be better if I just waited… we could get to know each other more. I don’t know.”

He’s trying to level with his dad—he’ll do his dirty work if it means getting to be around you. Simple enough, and he probably would’ve just rolled his eyes and said ‘whatever’ if it had been anyone else. Literally anyone besides the girl who defends random pogues at dinner and parties at the boneyard, blows him off when any other girl at that party would’ve loved a free line.

But Ward just fixes him with a hard stare, tucking his hands into his pockets.

“I don’t have that kind of time. If you’re going to do it, it has to be tonight. And don’t bother showing up if you can’t get this done, son. Who knows—maybe you two will hit it off?”

He leaves his son standing out there alone on the dock, walking back inside to presumably get the entire family ready for the night.

As if getting reamed by his father wasn’t enough to piss Rafe off, as usual, he hears a clatter on the Druthers beside him. Rafe turns from where he’d been looking at the water, his eyes following the sound until he sees John B, acting like he hadn’t just been listening to that entire conversation.

“What fuck are you looking at, pogue?”

“Nothing, nothing,” John B says, looking contemplative. “So, you and Y/n?”

“None of your business.”

“Right,” John B nods, squirming. “Well. I actually have to cut out early today, could you tell your dad—”

“I’m not doing shit for you. Maybe he’ll actually fire you this time,” Rafe spits. “Like you deserve.”

“Okay. I’m just gonna leave now. Uh, personal matters to attend to,” he says, nodding his head over and over. He gives Rafe one final, weighted look, before passing him on the dock and leaving the same way his father just had.

Rafe just watches him leave in confusion, before pulling out his phone to set this stupid plan into motion.

Hey. I know we were gonna meet with our families but let’s walk in together. I’ll pick you up

why?

It just makes more sense. We can go later like you wanted

uhh ok. idc either way. just text me when you’re like an hour out

You only need an hour to get ready for me?

just text me please

—

Rafe tries to feign a sense of nonchalance on the way to your house, making sure his hands aren’t gripped too tightly around the steering wheel.

He just needs to get this done. For the business. Why would you say no to him? He’s Rafe Cameron.

When he went to pick up his suit, he gawked at the baby blue color Rose had chosen. But when he saw your flower crown it made sense. And Sarah had even teased him a little once when she came home from the mainland with you, after you’d gone together to pick up your dresses. He’d definitely watched and re-watched Sarah’s Instagram stories of the two of you smiling and looking like you were having a great time in Chapel Hill. He didn’t even know you were capable of smiling like that, looking so pretty while you do, because he had never seen it before.

You were never like that with him.

And Sarah had seen your dress, telling Rafe he was probably going to love it. So he has that to worry about, too.

Rafe didn’t think you’d want him to go to the door when he got there, preferring to just get in his car and get on the road. He contemplates it for a second though, almost opening the door before just honking when he pulls into your roundabout driveway.

He drums his hands on the steering wheel, weighing his options for the night. He could not ask you, and tell his dad he did. Keep that charade up for as long as possible until someone figured it out.

He could ask you just to pretend with him, even if the lack of genuineness would mean your dad wouldn’t be at all inclined to deal with his. But at least Ward would leave him alone if he did his part.

Rafe sighs and honks a second time when you don’t come down right away, honestly not surprised you’re taking your time, wondering just how low his chances actually are.

He knows he should go to the door after you still don’t come down. Maybe you were just being stubborn. But if he goes to the door with the stupid flowers he bought in hand, there’s a high chance he would just chicken out if he had to look you in the eye, walk you to the car and open the door for you all while you barely paid attention to him.

So he honks one more time, promising to himself that if you could just come get in the car, he can just ask you out off handedly, not making eye contact with focusing on the road as an excuse.

And then Rafe sees you, but you’re not coming out of the front of the house.

You’re slinking through the backyard and coming around the side, an arm outstretched behind you as you come around the corner of the house and began to cut through Topper’s front lawn. Leaving. Without him. At the exact time Rafe had told you he was coming by, which he’d triple checked in his texts before he left.

And trailing behind you is John B Routledge.

The biggest, stupidest grin on his face, holding onto your hand tightly, swinging your arms to and fro. He spins you around, and Rafe finally gets a look at your dress—and Sarah was right. You look beautiful.

You look absolutely beautiful as you’re standing Rafe up to run off with a fucking pogue.

Rafe knows you never liked him, had no hope that you ever would even be able to radiate anything but indifference or discontent around him, until that glimmer of hope he’d gotten at Topper’s party. He knows you guys are just barely acquainted, but he’d be lying if he didn’t still blush thinking about how you told him to stay safe.

But seeing you with John B—he realizes something he hadn’t already known until then.

It’s the same reason he fumbled all of his words around you, why he was always making an ass out of himself for no reason, couldn’t stand having to follow through on what his dad made him do.

Why watching you run off with the boy you’d stood up to his father about, probably ditched him at dinner for, now that he’s reconsidering the way you’d looked over yourself in the mirror before heading to the Boneyard, making yourself pretty for anyone but him metaphorically knocks him on his ass.

Why watching the marina rat who worked on his dad’s boat, who couldn’t give you half of the things you’re accustomed to, the things Rafe could give you with the drop of a hat, pull you into him by your hips and place a kiss on your lips—your expression shifting into a giddy, slightly embarrassed adoration he’d only seen on your face one other time, when your dad talked about John B at dinner—takes the air out of his lungs. This boy who had absolutely nothing to lose if he didn’t get you, not like Rafe did. And he got you anyways.

It’s because—Rafe realizes for the first time—he actually likes you.

He watches in real-time as you type something out on your phone quickly, with one hand as John B still holds your other, tugging you down the street. You finish what you’re doing on your phone and hand it to him, and John B just slides it into his pocket for you and brings you under his arm, the two of you walking down the street to god knows where.

Rafe has to look away when he feels his own phone buzz in his suit pocket.

hey, not gonna make it. don’t feel well. tell my parents for me?

—

tags: @pogueslandia @serrendipiity @mrs-cameron @lemur46 (just realized i forgot to tag you, i’m sorry!)

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron fanfic #rafe cameron fanfiction #outer banks imagine #outer banks fanfiction #obx imagine #outer banks #obx #rafe obx #john b routledge imagine #john b imagine #john b x you #john b x reader #she writes

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anlian-aishang · 3 years ago

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THE COMPREHENSIVE GUIDE TO COMBATTING ART THEFT

Table Of Contents

I. Why Art Theft Is A Problem

II. How To Spot Art Theft

III. What To Do When You See Art Theft

IV. Helpful Links

V. TLDR

I. Why Art Theft Is A Problem

Everyone, especially if you are considering reposting art, Please read this excellent post on this topic!!!

In the many years that I have been on tumblr, I have seen countless artists stop creating, stop posting, delete their works, and completely fall off the face of the earth. All of them cite a common nuisance: having their art stolen/reposted/used without their permission.

Obviously, it sucks for their fans (like you and me). But more so, it sucks for them! All of their hours of effort stolen from them in seconds. Imagine working on a project for hours only to have someone else take it, post it, and get all the attention for it. Everyone can agree: that would be awful. So, let’s stop this problem!

More severely, such illegal use can lead to lawsuits. Artists are always the sole owners of their work. When someone uses their property in a way they do not consent to, this is theft - plain and simple - and can lead to legal ramifications, courtroom headache, and tons more ugly stuff.

II. How To Spot Art Theft

Even if you are not reposting art yourself, you can still help the cause by taking a moment to think critically before supporting/liking/reblogging!

If you go through this list of tips and the art looks stolen, do not interact with the post. This small action will help discourage blogs from reposting!

1.) Red Flags. Note: these may be in the post’s caption or its tags!

“credit to the artist”

“artist: ?”

“artist unknown”

“source: pinterest”

Something that indicates a third-person viewership. (i.e. “omg he looks so good here!!”)

2.) Green Flags.

Something that indicates first-person creation (i.e. “this took me 3 hours” or “my contribution to the fanzine!”)

#mine / #my art / #my sketches / #my doodles

A signature on the work that matches the blog’s name

Commissioned work

3.) Check out the blog.

It is pretty easy to tell if they are the Original Poster or not.

Look for something that states they are an artist.

Scroll down their blog and see if they have posted artwork of similar styles.

Be suspicious of many styles that are drastically different. This may mean that this is not one artist’s blog, but is actually a blog that is reposting from many different artists.

4.) Beware post-production editing to the art.

An overlay of a fanfic title

Cropped into a header for a post

Placed next to other artworks of different styles

Blurred/Cropped signature

5.) Reverse Image Search.

https://images.google.com/ is an excellent tool! (Desktop only)

See if you can find the original artist on other sites (i.e. pixiv, twitter, facebook, tumblr, deviantart).

Search their bios and see if they allow reposts. If not, the artwork is likely to be stolen.

Many of the artists may not speak your same language. Use a translating tool to see their rules.

III. What To Do When You See Art Theft

1.) Message the blog that is doing the reposting.

This is the fastest and most direct method. It can be intimidating, but just remember and that you are doing the right thing!

2.) Approach them respectfully. Keep your cool.

No one will respond well to an angry message. Lay off on the all-caps, the swear words, the threats, the name-blasting. Here are some healthier alternatives to that:

“Hi! Nice to meet you. I saw you reposted this art...

did you get permission from the artist?

that artist does not allow reposts.

please delete the post and all other reposts that do not have permission on your blog.”

3.) If they do not believe that what they are doing is wrong, patiently explain why.

For a shortcut, direct them to this post!

4.) If they say that they have obtained permission, ask for proof of it.

Unfortunately, many blogs have started lying about having obtained permission. Here is an example I found today: “artist: 木の子 (pixiv)” but when you find the artist’s pixiv, you will see that they are totally against reposts.

5.) If they are still not cooperating, tell them that you will reach out to the artist directly. If this does not convince them, then actually reach out.

6.) Tell others not to support/like/reblog their reposts.

7.) When you see blogs reblogging reposted art, reach out to those blogs and tell them that the art was stolen.

IV. Helpful Links

Tumblr Guidelines Prohibiting Reposts

Why Reposting Is Bad

Where To Find Non-Copyright Images

Filing A Copyright Claim To Tumblr

Google Reverse Image Search

SauceNAO Reverse Image Search

dont-repost-art.tumblr.com

V. TLDR

REPOSTING/EDITING/USING ART WITHOUT PERMISSION IS THEFT.

Reach out to artists before doing anything with their works.

Always think critically before supporting/liking/reblogging artwork. If it looks stolen, do not interact with it.

When someone tells you that you have reposted art without permission (which you shouldn’t have done in the first place), delete it is quickly as possible. Do not argue. You are in the wrong.

Be brave in the fight against art theft!

Art theft is a serious, common, but solvable issue! Taking these steps is the least bit of thanks towards artists who do so much for us <3

#long post #reference #alias's

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Paparazzi.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: TOO META, m*sturbation, mentions of s*x

Requested: nope

Summary: I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until you love me... Y/N Y/L/N writes Marvel fanfictions. One day, Sebastian stumbles upon her account and, unable to help himself, reads all the stuff she has written about him. He didn't mean to fall so hard for her but he does. How can he not? She has shown him parts of himself that he never even knew existed.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! Okay so a few weeks ago I read a similar (but dark) fanfic and I really wanted to write a softer version of it... Enjoy!

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Same old, boring routine.

Y/N hit post and slumped against the headrest of her bed, sighing. She waited; a minute, then two passed and she noticed that someone had liked her post. She smiled to herself as she kept her phone away. Though boring, she wouldn't trade her life for the world. Y/N… well, she was a university student first and foremost but she was also a writer.

Being a big fan of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, she had started writing fanfictions a few years ago. She posted them on Tumblr, where her blog, though not very well-known, stood out enough for her posts to get around 800-1000 likes per post. She loved it; she loved writing, she loved posting her stories and especially, she loved the feedback.

Sometimes people were rude, but most times, the reviews she got were fantastic. She read each and every one of them, smiling goofily as people freaked out over her fanfictions. It warmed her heart. A smile automatically blooming on her face, Y/N lay down on the bed and decided to go to sleep, it being almost 3 am.

Unbeknownst to her, someone else was up at the same time, tossing and turning in his bed, restless.

Sebastian sighed as he sat up, running a hand through his hair. He drank some water and lay down again, closing his eyes but it was like sleep was mad at him. Refused to be anywhere near him. He groaned to himself and picked up his phone from the nightstand, deciding to go through Instagram, hoping he'd finally fall asleep to the glare of the screen.

As he logged into his account, he skipped the activity page and went straight to the explore page. Bored, he continued scrolling until his eyes landed on a specific photo. And the breath escaped his lungs when he clicked on it; the woman in the picture was absolutely gorgeous. He just couldn't resist going to her page, smiling widely when he read her bio.

It gave him her basic information; her name, her age, the university she attended. But what caught his eye was the link below the bio. My Marvel Fanfictions Master List. Marvel fanfictions? She was a writer? Smirking, he clicked on the link and it took him to Tumblr. Of course, he'd heard of the site, but didn't have an account on there. At 3 am, his mind sure wasn't working right.

A post popped up on the screen, the same master list she had mentioned earlier. And his eyes bulged out of their sockets; damn, those are a lot of fanfictions. He went through the whole thing, smirking again when he noticed that she had written the most fanfictions about him. Not Bucky Barnes, no, Sebastian Stan.

He clicked on the first one. The date of posting was way back, in 2019. He started reading; nothing about it felt weird to him; he was intrigued, if anything. And as he continued reading, he couldn't help but imagine her being in the stead of the female protagonist. Her, the writer. The woman whose picture had made him end up reading in the first place.

When he finished the story, his heart thudded wildly in his chest. Wow, she really has a way with words. And he had also noticed how in the author's note, she used a lot of slang but reading the story had made him realize that she had an amazing, extensive vocabulary. He went back to the master list and clicked on the latest post under his name.

Posted: 15 minutes ago.

His breath hitched in his throat when he read the warnings: there was going to be sexual intercourse in this one. For one moment, he hesitated; did he really want to read this? "Oh fuck it," he huffed and scrolled, starting to read. The more he read, the more his shaft twitched in his pants. He wasn't really like that during… but oh damn, he wasn't complaining.

"Oh, Seb…"

His hand slid down and he rubbed himself through his boxers, unable to take his eyes off the text in front of him. His strokes got harder and faster as the sex got steamier. "Ungh, I'm gonna cum—" And he suddenly came in his boxers, groaning. Slumping down on the bed, he quickly finished reading the rest of it, going back to the master list.

He took a screenshot with the account's name in it and then went back to her Instagram account to take another screenshot. Keeping his phone away, he slipped out of his boxers, cleaned himself and pulled the covers on top of him, finally feeling tired enough to fall asleep.

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Y/N was walking across the campus of her university, going to the cafeteria when her phone buzzed in her pocket. Taking it out, she opened Tumblr to read the message someone had sent her just then.

his-username: Hi there! I was binging your account last night, you write really well

your-username: Omg thank you!!!! I really appreciate it, I love getting feedback! 🥺❤

his-username: You're welcome! Especially your latest post, that was really good ;)

your-username: hehe 😈 glad you liked it!

Smiling widely, she kept her phone away and continued walking, not knowing that the person who had texted her was the same man she had written about. Sebastian smiled to himself when he read her text. After getting up in the morning, the first thing he had done was install Tumblr on his phone. Then he made an account for himself.

Figuring out the app was easy; he found out that there was an option to keep your liked posts and the accounts you followed hidden, and selected it immediately. No one needed to know what he did on the app. Then he went back to her account, pressed the follow button and started binge-reading her fanfictions again. Last night had he read only two, and that had left him wanting more.

Funny how much things can change in a night. He liked and reblogged all her posts without a second thought; he even read all her Bucky Barnes posts. She understood his character so well, put him on what he thought was an undeserved pedestal while writing about him. Some of the stories were AUs, which he found out stood for Alternate Universes. Mostly mobster or mafia stuff.

He had the day off, and he spent the entire time cooped up in his apartment, on his bed, reading. The more he read, the more he started fawning over her, over the version of him that she put out to the world. Dominating, suave and just perfect. He loved it. At the end of the day, he decided to text her again, hoping she wouldn't think he was weird or find out the truth.

his-username: do you wanna be friends, maybe? I'm new to the app, don't really have any friends here ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

That was a lie, he knew Mark Ruffalo had an active Tumblr account. But it's not like he could tell him.

your-username: Yes sure!!!! I was also thinking of making some friends on this app lol

his-username: You don't have any on here? But you've been here for years, haven't you?

your-username: haha yeah, but I don't really reach out to people much. Sometimes people leave their feedbacks on my posts, text me but that's that

his-username: Ohhh

his-username: well, let's start with names. Mine's Sebastian

your-username: Really?????? omg that's so cool lmaooooooo (didn't think you were a boy but 😳👀)

his-username: Not a boy, I'm a man 😤😂

your-username: 🤣 im y/n, btw

his-username: Y/N, that's a nice name

your-username: thank you!!!! So, what do you do?

his-username: nothing really that interesting, I'm in theatre

your-username: theatre is nice! I'm studying at [university] in New York lmao

his-username: Wait you're in New York? So am I!

your-username: ASDFHKSHKGF that's awesome!!! also I noticed that you've been going through my account the whole day 😏 notifications upon notifications keeping my phone busy

his-username: Oopsie?

your-username: 😂😂 I really don't mind, it was great! Despite the amount of likes on my posts, I only have a few loyal followers lmao gaining one more felt nice

your-username: You a big fan of Sebastian Stan? Cuz I noticed that you were only reading his and Bucky's fics 👀

Sebastian's face heated up.

his-username: kinda yeah 🤷🏻‍♂️😁

your-username: Cool cool cool, I'm a big fan of his too!!!! also got a crush on him but whatever 😳

Sebastian smirked at his phone. A crush on him, huh? That… was acceptable. He suddenly felt his cocky side coming out; the one she described in nearly all her fanfictions.

his-username: wouldn't blame ya, I mean, look at him. You have also written the most fics about him and Bucky

your-username: right????? damn that man has raised my standards. Anyway, I gtg now, I have to finish a paper before midnight. ttyl!

his-username: Bye! 👋🏻

He kept his phone away and took in a deep breath. This was the most fun he had had in years, and he was not letting her go so easy. He realized he was quickly falling for her; rather unhealthy, but he couldn't help it. Look at her. She looks like a goddamn angel, writes like one, makes him feel like one, do you really expect him not to fall for her? That's insane.

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Months passed by like a breeze. Y/N and Sebastian had become very good friends, and he knew his way around words just enough to keep her from finding out his identity while not lying to her. Y/N also appreciated his friendship, because he was the one to whom she could rant about her most favorite man in the world— Sebastian Stan.

Sometimes, she thought about how weird of a coincidence it was that her new friend and the actor shared the same names, but then she used to brush it off; that was a common name, right? They talked for hours on end; Sebastian (her friend, not the actor) was extremely witty, smart and fun to talk to, she had to admit. Sebastian felt the same way.

His feelings had worsened. Y/N entirely owned his heart now. Somedays, he'd just go on Instagram, go to her account— her username memorized by him— and stare at her photos until he grew tired; he'd never get tired of looking at her beautiful face but his stiff body afterwards begged to differ. She was just so Elysian. He longed for the moment when he could meet her in real life.

His personality had also changed majorly, and people had caught on. Especially his Marvel co-stars, who knew him to be introverted, shy and, in Anthony Mackie's words, "boring". They were surprised at his sudden change in attitude; he knew his worth and Y/N had helped tremendously in finding it. Now, all those adjectives that she used in her fanfictions fit him perfectly.

Sebastian was never tempted to read fanfictions about himself from authors other than Y/N. No, he only loved her work. He was sure no one else could write as beautifully as she did, he was her #1 fan. Y/N even sent him funny Marvel memes she found on the app and he used to enjoy them heartily; God, the others have no idea what they're missing out on. Our fans are awesome.

Everything was going well.

Until one day.

Sebastian was getting bored at home, so he decided to go to the nearby library to clear his mind. He had read not one book in the past few months, hung up on Y/N's fanfictions. At this point, he was obsessed with her and he knew it. It was nothing dark, per se, it was— it was similar to how Y/N was attracted to Sebastian. How she was a fan of his work.

Just the same. He was a fan of her work in the same way. Just how she was attracted to him, he was attracted to her. Walking into the library that he visited often, he gave the librarian a smile and ventured further into the dark place. He checked his watch; the library closed at 12 am, it was currently 9:30 pm.

Not many people were around, heck, nobody was around. He thought himself to be all alone until he heard it. A sigh, coming from a few aisles away. He walked in that direction and peeked around the corner, freezing when he saw the other person. Y/N? Her books were strewn all across the table as she sat alone at the booth, rubbing her temples.

"You okay?"

She looked up and her breath caught in her throat. I'm dreaming. This is not real. Now I know for a fact that Sebastian Stan is not standing in front of me, asking me if I'm— "Hello?" He snapped his fingers in front of her face, pulling her out of her thoughts. "I, uh— I'm— h-hi," she stammered and he almost chuckled. "Hi." She gulped visibly and blinked at the table, not meeting his eyes.

"Can I have a seat?" He wants to sit with me?! "Y-Yes, sure, sir," she blurted out and he easily slid into the booth next to her. "Hey, please, call me Sebastian. What's your name?" He gave her a friendly smile, even though all he wanted to do was push her back into the booth and kiss her wildly. His shaft twitched just by thinking about it; Y/N was a thousand times more beautiful in person.

"I'm Y/N, it's very nice to meet you, I'm… I'm a fan," she admitted, playing with the ring she wore on her left thumb. I'm your fan too, sweetheart, the biggest one. "Y/N, nice name. You come here often? I haven't really seen you around." She shook her head. "Oh no no, I moved to this part of the city just a week ago, this is my first time here. The library is cozy," she shrugged, easing out of her tense position.

Sebastian nodded. "Yes, I know, this place is awesome. Got all my favorite books here," he chuckled and she smiled at him. "What's all this?" A groan left her lips. "Ugh, stupid university work. I have to write a book report but I don't even know what to write about." He smiled gently. "Well, I have a few favorite books, would you like some suggestions?"

"Oh, please! Tell me!"

He started listing some of his favorite works and Y/N noted the names down until he said the last name. At that, she froze. That's the name of my latest— She looked up but he had a smile on his face. "Oh, and the last one is by my favorite author." He took a pause. "Y/N Y/L/N." She froze completely, staring at the man with her jaw dropped.

Sebastian grinned. "We finally meet, Y/N, I've been waiting for months." Her mouth opened and closed several times as she recalled every interaction she had had with her online best friend— scratch that— her celebrity crush. All the times she had confessed her love for Sebastian Stan, all the dirty and inappropriate memes that she'd sent him…

Embarrassment flooded her entire body as she exhaled shakily. "It was you," she croaked out, "On Tumblr, the account— I'm so sorry—" Sebastian frowned in confusion when she blinked back sudden tears, a few still rolling down her cheeks as shame replaced embarrassment. "Y/N, please don't cry…" She looked up at him, his figure blurry due to her tears.

"You've read everything, haven't you? I just— I'm sorry, I don't want to make you uncomfortable—" He pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly. Y/N couldn't hug back, though she appreciated the hug especially since it came from him. "You don't know how much you mean to me, doll," he mumbled into her shoulder, using the nickname she often used in the stories she wrote about him. He grew accustomed to it easily.

"Huh?"

He pulled away to wipe her tears. "It was an accident," he admitted, "But I stumbled onto your Instagram account from my explore page. Then I clicked on your account, saw that you wrote Marvel fanfictions and I just couldn't resist the urge to read what you had written. Blame it on 3 am me, to be honest. You're a great writer, and I was immediately drawn to your works. They're awesome.

"They've helped me so much in the past few months. You see this changed attitude that everyone's been talking about lately? All because of you, sweetheart. I'm sorry for keeping my identity secret, but after reading your works, I knew I had to get closer to you. I made the Tumblr account just for you, just so I could talk to you. I'm sorry for lying, but thank you."

Y/N dumbfoundedly stared at him for a few moments, her heart beat getting steady with each thump. Here was a man she admired, loved more than anyone else in the world, telling her that he harbored the same feelings for her. How crazy was that?! Not trusting her words, she simply pulled him into another hug. Sebastian wrapped his arms tight around her, pulling her flush against him.

"Can I kiss you, doll?"

She slowly pulled away from him and nodded, shyly biting her lip. Grinning at the endearing gesture, Sebastian cupped her face and leaned in, gently pressing his lips to hers. The kiss grew hungry in a matter of seconds, and Y/N responded just as eagerly. His hands slid down to her waist and tugged on it, pulling her on his lap. She straddled his thighs as they continued kissing.

"Fuck," he groaned when they finally pulled away from each other, out of breath and panting. "You see what you do to me, doll?" Sebastian spoke huskily as he took her hand, placing it right on top of the tent that was forming in his pants. "Oh," Y/N whimpered when she felt him, the sound going straight to his shaft. "How about I take you home and we recreate some of the scenes from your stories, hm?"

"O-Okay."

"Good girl."

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A/N: What a meta experience 🤡 Leave a like if you enjoyed, thanks for reading!

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