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Hey girlssssss 💁♀️
Help me make an about paragraph for my "social media enthusiasts and meta discussion" community 😘. I have a link to join it at the bottom of this post for anyone looking through my blog or "communities" tag.
I want it to be very broad to get in as many topics I can. So here's a list of topics (hopefully this is comprehensive):
Mainstream ones, like facebook, insta, pinterest and etc. Talk about what's good, what you don't like, compare them.
Instant messaging services like discord. Hell, include encrypted ones like matrix
"oldhead" things such as IRC and BBS. Yes, even forums.
Fediverse and other self-hosted social media, like mastodon and wordpress
Dead or dying ones like myspace. tell me what you liked about those and if you want them to come back.
Technical aspects such as web development, self hosting and encryption
Research articles and books that talk about social media and its effects. e.g: a common one is how it affects productivity, but it can be more than that
Search engine optimization and social media management. These are more corporate but I don't mind them getting covered
Now I listed things that give a very broad domain. Here are examples of topics that are irrelevant, to make this group more focused:
While I did mention technical topics, they should be related to web or social media. No need to mention the fundamentals of programming or computer engineering unless it helps you make a point or you can tie it back to web/social development.
MMO's and online games do have inbuilt chat. discussing these would be a stretch and not recommended unless it ties back to the allowed topics
Likewise, some corporate sites have a chat function with a bot or member of staff. This also doesn't count as social media discussion as it feels too thin.
Soooooooo, if anybody can write an about page/paragraph that would be so awesome 😝. You can regurgitate what I said but make it cleaner/more polished I wouldn't mind.
And no, I'm not just making other people do my work for me 👺. I'm just busy so I'm throwing this out there for myself and others. Who knows I might come back and make one myself, I'm just being efficient and outsourcing this a bit 👆🤓.
link to community btw: https://www.tumblr.com/communities/social-media-enthusiasts-and-m
#communities#I could be evil and make ChatGPT do some of the work 😈😈😈😈#but I've decided against it#for now 😈😈😈😈
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‘I need it to be spring’ but not in the way that I miss the sunlight, or I want it to be warmer.
‘I need it to be spring’ in the way that I want to go home. I want to be surrounded by nature again. I want to be enveloped by the quiet hum of the seasons changing. I want to be a child playing on the foggy-morning lawn.
#sometimes you grow up and you move to the big city and all you want is to move back to the middle of nowhere#like once again I must resist the urge to be a hermit artist in the woods#for now 😈😈😈😈
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HIMMMMMMMMM
#he’s always been the symbol of peace but now that he’s not a hero anymore he doesn’t know how to live as a human and not a symbol#and despite that he still lets himself be used until the end#see what I did with the pictures..😈🙏???#he’s so Peter you’re gonna die in that stupid costume from that sound on TikTok#am I reaching here#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#all might#yagi toshinori#toshinori yagi#njk mk#mha#anime#number one hero#all might fans
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spire of deceit & truth: soul revue
#for heroes there are trials#for saints there are temptations#for me there is you#//#me thinking about anything: how can i make this about revue starlight 😈#i wouldnt say theyre kuromaya coded buutttt#pureshadow final battle is a play sm sets up and pv is forced to go along w/#that paints sm as the hero and pv as the villain trying to steal his “soul”.. only to have his soul AND heart stolen at the end :3c#the reality is ive just been dying to draw a ship as kuromaya soul revue for like several years now#<- the party ended 2 years ago and theyre still here#cookie run#cookie run kingdom#crk#shadow milk cookie#pure vanilla cookie#vanilla milkshake#shadowvanilla#pureshadow#my art#clip studio paint#2024#its 2am goodbye
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DRAGONS RISING HARUMIII YAY
#ninjago#ninjago dragons rising#dragons rising#ninjago dr#harumi ninjago#ninjago harumi#jade princess harumi#harumi jade#ninjago fanart#NOW I CAN MAKE THAT COMIC WITH ARIN AND HARUMI MUEHEEHEHAEHH😈😈😈
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Happy birthday, Namjoon (12.09.1994)✨
#btsgif#btsedit#cyphernet#userdimple#raplineuser#userpat#annietrack#usersky#tuserandi#useremmeline#usermaggie#userkelli#usersevn#heyginkgo#usermizuoka#userines#namjoonedit#kim namjoon#bts#*#as usual i had zero ideas so i was inspired by the video i saw on twt#i was sure it was in my likes but now i can't find it i wanted to add link in the caption (videomakers pls use watermarks!)#anyway that video made me very soft and this was exactly what i needed at that moment so i decided to make soft joonie gifset💖#the idea is not original i know but i wanted to give it a try so here we are#as much as i enjoyed collecting the moments gathering them together and trying not to get 10mb+ well that was the torture lol#i'm not content with the quality and consistent coloring? what is it? idk her but this is my baby i love it#anyway2 welcome to the club big fella! it's fun here you're gonna love it😈
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"I had always hoped they would do a full HD remake of the Rambley Rush arcade game... Ah well, guess that dream's gone along with the park now o7"
- Some random theme park fanatic on 22nd October 2015
#pastelsketches64#sketchies#indigo park#indigo park fanart#rambley the raccoon#rambley fanart#I'm being such a sneaky covert Sonic fan right now 😈#I had this idea and just HAD to get it out of me before I forgot such genius XDDD#So who should be the Shadow paralell to Rambley's Sonic? Salem? Lloyd?#Better yet...#Who in the world is Finley gonna be???#I'll leave that up to you guys to decide XDDD
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my sister told me to caption this 'two lovely men' without any context so heres two lovely christian saw men 👍🏻
#peters wearing a purple chasuble bc its like for lent and humility etc#hes just a shame riddled man jesus#same woth the violets#theyre suppoosed to be a flower that bows down#hence the chasuble#its like a tainted garden of eden type vibe? strahm is pretty much thinking#its the way hes romanticized his issues in this universe ig#it may or may not be for a fic i plan on writing where peter is rly suspicious of the new priest who replaced the last#hes convinced that mark is killing off the corrupt priests#peter strahm#mark hoffman#hoffstrahm#coffinshipping#saw v#saw#also peep the snake bite 😈#i think i got the catholic out of my system for now sorry for that LOL#saw movies#larry art tag
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A story of siblings in two parts:
#Falin Touden#Laios Touden#Dungeon Meshi#She's the bigger sibling now. 😈#I'm an only child but like.... the sibling energy is so strong with these two. so well written. I like people laughing as a pick me up#So I hope this makes other people chuckle like it did for me. 😂
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Letters from the Other Side
The sea washes over the sides of the steamship, taking with it the algae stuck to it. You almost hope the waves can take you with it, the nerves getting the better of you as you leant over the rail. Come see me, you read the letter over and over again, your stomach fluttering, I want to see you.
CW: Post-war Levi x fem!reader, civilian!reader
A/N: Some post-war Levi goodness after the angst I’ve posted this past month. ~2.5k words of fluff and romance. If this does well, I’ll probably write the super romantic smut next.
Credit to @cafekitsune for the dividers!
Three years after the Rumbling and things were starting to return to a sense of normalcy in the Stohess district. At least as normal as things can get when the twisted mentality of the Yeagerists and their seizing control of the military dominated the news. Your mother and father tell you not to worry, but you’ve been worried ever since the walls disappeared and the Survey Corps regiment disbanded.
Or rather, you have only really been worried over a single person, the man with the raven locks and the dull gray eyes, dull eyes that glittered when you spoke to him. You were still a woman, and a woman has intuition for those sorts of things like attraction, and Captain Levi couldn’t help how flustered he got whenever he saw you. Your father was the owner of a blacksmith company, and you often bumped into Levi along with Commander Smith several times a month.
Humanity’s strongest, you’d think in awe, where you had imagined a big brute, now you saw the man for what he was.
Why’d he come along was always unknown to you, but as your father and the commander spoke privately in another room, you offered small conversation and tea while he waited. Where small talk began, somehow a deep appreciation for the other bloomed, and the visits began to feel like the visits of the suitors that bombarded your home on occasion. He’d gift you single flowers, it’s all I can afford, he’d say meagerly. You’d thank him with a kiss on the cheek each and every time. And each and every time a ferocious tinge of red would adorn his face.
The timing never seemed to be right with either of you, it always seemed like when one was ready to take the leap, the other had other obligations waiting. Wait for me, were his selfish last words to you and you nodded your head as you gave him a final good-bye.
It had already been three years. You were already on the cusp of giving up.
It had been a nice breezy morning when you received his first letter. The unfamiliar stamps had caught both you and your parents off-guard, but nonetheless they gave you the privacy to open it. There, in the small garden of your home, tears welled up in your eyes as you skimmed through it.
It was a letter from Captain Levi.
Or rather Levi, just Levi, as the letter so said. I have told them to stop calling me captain, but these brats never learn. You giggled inwardly at his words, tears welling up in your eyes. You read it one more time, much slower this time, familiarizing yourself with his handwriting, the slant in his letters, his signature, everything. You familiarized yourself with the names Gabi and Falco, children you did not know but instantly loved with the way they cared for Levi.
At the very bottom, a hopeful wish that you will respond, signed next to his name.
Of course you will.
Your father stood confused as you gathered parchment and a pen to write, finding it odd that his moody daughter was suddenly so lively. Perhaps it’s the engagement, he thought, and let you be.
Your ring twinkled under the summer sun, and yet nothing has caused more glee than the very letter you were responding to. You wrote about the situation in Paradis, you wrote about the kindness of the queen, and you wrote about how business was booming for your father, despite the war having been over. The thought saddened you, but you quickly sign the letter and add a note that you excitedly await his next letter.
It’s not that you fail to mention your engagement, rather some deep part of you didn’t want to mention it. Your betrothed was a good man, hand picked by your father, you had accepted to keep his worries at bay that you wouldn’t end up husbandless and with no children.
How quickly Levi’s letters can have you questioning your familiar duties.
We restored some of the land ruined by the war, Levi writes, many foreigners are starting to settle here again.
You can’t help the sense of admiration that fills you up. It filled you up when he’d visit with the commander, and it still filled you up now. A military man, you wonder if he’s still as strong as when you met him. Humanity’s strongest, you wondered if he still thought about you and the flowers he’d gift you.
I’d like to visit it one day, you write, perhaps a change of scenery would be nice. All this yeagerist talk has me going mad.
I’d like to visit you one day, you will yourself to write, but you don’t. You had been lovestruck years ago, perhaps the captain no longer harbored the same feelings. Perhaps the captain has found someone new, perhaps the captain has married.
Sadness consumes you. After all, you were just friends back then, right?
You trash your letter and write a plainer one instead. It hadn’t even reached half a page when you sealed it, wrote his address on the front of it and set it aside for the postman to pickup tomorrow.
“Honey,” you can hear your mother call, “James is here to see you.” You force your best smile to greet your husband-to-be.
It’s weeks before the next letter arrives. The pretty orange and red tree leaves were beginning to fall, a cozy chill running through the district. Your wedding preparations were already underway when the postman calls out to you, a single letter in his hands, the stamps it bore already familiar to you.
More talk of restoration, recovery, Gabi and Falco’s shenanigans, when finally you reach the last bit of the letter. I don’t mean to bother you, Levi writes, your last letter felt abrasive. I understand if things have changed. Everything has changed.
You wonder what goes through Levi’s mind when he writes to you.
No, things have not changed. Things still felt the same, at least they did to you. Still, you couldn’t ignore your engagement anymore as you saw your mother debate through wedding ribbons in the distance and you finally will yourself to write and tell him the news.
I’m engaged, it feels awful to write it, my engagement is a long one, though, and so I’m sorry if the letter was short. I must’ve been busy.
You write of other things, of the rising tension amongst good folks like your family who didn’t want to fuel another war, and the yeagerists. You write of how the talks of peace by the ambassadors (who you found out were actually part of the same regiment as him) were falling on deaf ears.
I’d like to see you, you finally write, I’d like to see what the other side looks like.
You add the last bit in a final moment of hesitation, sign your name and set it aside, a deep breath falling from your lips.
“You’re changing the wedding date again, and to a later date might I add,” your father bellows out to you.
“Father, please,” you reply, exasperated, trying to escape the dining room and into your own, a new letter in hand, “I will get married in time, what’s the rush?”
“The rush is that you’re not young anymore, I beg you to reconsider.”
You shut the door behind you, shaky fingers coming to pry the letter open. You force yourself to read slowly, absorbing every single inked word coming from Levi’s fingertips.
You skip his polished words of annoying governmental policies being implemented on his side and go straight to the heart of the letter, his real response to you.
Congratulations on your engagement, he begins, I’m surprised you haven’t even married yet.
That? That is what he has to say? You scoff, a slight irritation blooming.
I don’t look like before—I’ve lost an eye and my right hand is destroyed, his letter continues, I look awful.
I’m not humanity’s strongest anymore.
You don’t know why these words strike you deeply. Years and a great distance separate you from what Levi is or was for that matter, yet it isn’t Levi’s exterior that ever affected you in the first place. It was the small talks and the small gifts, it was his tinged cheeks and his intrepid way of speaking around your people who have only seen the refined things in life.
You could never look awful to me, you write in your response, a wave of heat flaring up on your cheeks, you’re just trying to get me not to go.
Levi’s letters continue well into the deeper part of winter, the leaves have long since fallen, snow beginning to gather amongst the branches. The winters where he lived were harsh, and he writes of how they were causing the ache in his knee to worsen. You spend some of your money to send him some ointment you purchased from a local medic.
He writes to you of how the snow reminds him of when the Survey Corps would serve hot chocolate on the off chance. You send him chocolate you bargain off a local vendor.
The signs of Levi’s homesickness don’t escape you, even if he doesn’t admit it.
I could send you Stohess’s entire stock of goods if I can, you respond to his letters of thanks.
What would I do with all that, he responds to yours, breaking you into a fit of silent laughter.
I’ve missed your awful humor, you write casually. You wonder if you should trash this letter and begin a new one, but you don’t. I’ve missed you, you finish writing.
The budding roses in your garden remind you of your predicament.
“As much as I respect you,” James begins, “I won’t accept any other change to the wedding. If you won’t marry me then I’ll find someone who will.”
You comprehend his irritation, even if you don’t fully understand it.
He leaves you on your garden bench, exiting through the gate, just in time for the postman to arrive. Your feelings don’t subside, in fact they linger as you read Levi’s next letter.
Upon opening it, nervousness hits you as you see just how short the letter is. Policy change, annoying policy change.
The ambassadors have told me that postage to Paradis will be barred soon. Your eyes widen. Despite the nice spring breeze, your body suddenly feels so cold.
If I don’t hear from you again, I wanted to wish you a happy marriage. Your eyes well with tears, but it’s his next words that move you.
Unless you change your mind. Come see me. I want to see you. Just as you’re about to trash the envelope, a small flower catches your eye. It was dried up and rather lonely, but you hold it close to you as small tears slip down your cheeks.
The next morning, you try to give the postman your next letter but he just shakes his head in response.
“Apologies ma’am, the military has ordered a full stop for all international mail.” You thank him anyway, despite how distraught you feel.
Your wedding is within two weeks. The white dress in the corner of your room haunts you. Although lace with spring flowers were added to match the season, it only made it look like the kind of dress you wore on your deathbed.
There was no more rescheduling your wedding date, there were no more letters to look forward to, you could only look over the last letter, his final request.
You longed for Levi. Did he long for you?
Come see me, I want to see you.
Despite the spring air, a heat that resembled summer humidity burned through you.
“It’s a one way trip if you decide to head to the other side,” the hefty man tells you, “military has barred all incoming and outgoing mail, I wouldn’t be surprised if they bar incoming ships soon.”
This was it, the point of no return. You had written your last letter addressed to your parents—an apology for doing what you are doing. No, your heart hasn’t seized its rampant beating since Levi’s last letter. You need to see him.
You board without much of a glance back.
For days, sea sickness threaten to put a damper on your good (albeit nervous) mood, your only fuel the letters stored in your small suitcase, rereading them every night as the darkness of the ocean tormented you.
Finally, the crewmen announce that you will be arriving in the morning. The sun was setting off in the horizon—you clutched his last letter as you take a brief moment to absorb this feeling of resilience that surged through you. You’d get to see Levi soon, you’ve waited enough. Here, near the rails of the ship, you long for him, nerves filling your stomach.
The sea washes over the sides of the steamship, taking with it the algae stuck to it. You almost hope the waves can take you with it, the nerves getting the better of you as leant over the rail. Come see me, you read the letter over and over again, your stomach fluttering. I want to see you.
Past the plethora of persons disembarking, past the many political volunteers ushering about far-off dreams of peace that were unachievable, you navigate through unknown territory in an effort to find him. Fingers pointed, people spoke foreign directions as they glanced at the address on your envelope. It has all brought you here.
Face to face with a young girl, too young to be married.
“Ah—sorry,” you begin, “I was told Levi Ackerman lived here.”
“Yeah he does,” she begins suspiciously, “I’ll get him.” The door closes again and already you feel out of your element. Perhaps this was a mistake, you wish the ground can swallow you whole. Peering eyes look at you through a nearby window, ones that belonged to the young girl who just spoke to you, and another who you haven’t met.
“That’s her? No way,” you can hear them say. Suddenly the door opens, and dull gray eyes that bore a hint of annoyance soften and make way for a familiar glitter that reminded you of simpler times.
“Levi.”
He whispers your name, suddenly hiding his maimed hand, trying to get you to see his good side, the side with his working eye. But you don’t see that. You see the man who gifted you flowers, you see the man whose cheeks you once kissed.
You will yourself to move and you do, grabbing the hand behind him and crashing into him in an embrace. Levi’s face is red, and he glances at the window to see Gabi and Falco gawking at them. He waves them off annoyingly and they give him a thumbs-up as they pull away.
Hands come to wrap around you, lips kissing your forehead.
“You came,” he whispers into your hair.
“Of course.”
#levi ackerman#levi ackerman x reader#levi ackerman x reader fluff#levi ackerman x reader romance#captain levi x reader#captain levi#levi#levi x fem!reader#attack on titan#super soft ending#i went against my angst nature for this one#but i’m happy with how it came out#i’m now thinking super soft super romantic smut next#heheheh 😈
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do you guys see my vision
#let him have HAIR.#ft my goodneighbor oc in the corner#fallout oc#fallout#fo4#hancock#hancock fo4#john hancock#fallout 4#my art#mars draws#fallout art#this art is from last may but fallout is relevant now so 😈 im unearthing it
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wow my thighs sure uh,,, got bigger over the course of a yea,r,, 🥵🥵
#beamch#liliths mind#goth#trans#transgender#gotta get thiccer#must eat more#aaaaaaa#took the 'my sister in christ. eat.' meme to heart and look at me now 😈
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nahhhhhhhh this is fucking HILARIOUS 😂😂😂 | via
#rip liam#most behated f1 driver in latam now apparently#daniel fans seeing this all unfold: 🤭😈#liam lawson#sergio perez#mexican gp 2024#franco colapinto#daniel ricciardo
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He’ll always take every micro expression of your expression whenever he takes your hand
And guides them to his groin so you could feel his bulge pulsating under his boxers.
“You feel that?” He licked his lower lip, painting his next words with taunts. “I’ve been thinking about this all day”
[Clean version]
#★— ayrus writes#♦︎— sinful encounters#now squeeze the tip 😈#miguel o'hara#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o’hara x reader#ken sato#ken sato x reader#kenji sato#kenji sato x reader#logan howlett#logan howlet x reader#gojo satoru#gojo saturo#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#nanami kento#nanami x reader#jujutsu nanami#nanami kento x reader#kento x reader#toji x reader#toji fushiguro#toji fushigro x reader#geto suguru#geto x reader#getou suguru x reader
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a moment's respite
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doodle i made for @/riotstarruika for Barricadescon!
#was too busy with the actual con itself + irl work#so i couldnt upload the doodles in time with the discord#but now....now i have a backload of art to share with yall 😈😈#les mis#enjolras#grantaire#enjoltaire
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Namseok through the years for @raplinenthusiasts ✨
+bonus:
#btsgif#btsedit#cyphernet#dailybts#raplineuser#userdimple#userpat#useremmeline#tuserandi#usersky#annietrack#usermaggie#creatyoon#usersevn#hoseokedit#namjoonedit#jung hoseok#kim namjoon#bts#*#tw flashing#cr. 0613data mindeedie (twt) pickcon(yt) tr.cr. bts-trans @/jung-koook#happy birthday julia my darling!#i'll send the message into your dms to tell you everything i think about you later😈#and for now i hope you'll accept this small gift i made for you#i know this is not the typical post i make in such occasions but i'm still in my burnout phase (slowly getting out of it)#so i decided to go with the simplest compilation: one gif (photo) for one year + one bonus photo bc i love it very much#there is not common idea here i just made gifs only from videos i've seen x)#so the title could be namseok and it's different sides: silly chaotic caring supporting <3#they're very dear to me and so are you i love you sending tons of love kisses and hugs your way🌷
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