#goodbye tumblr dot come

[elysian-chaos]

closed for business till further notice

[staff]

Happy 45th birthday to Dean Winchester, and goodbye to Tumblr Live. 

In the spirit of how we’ve all come to communicate the news here on Tumblr dot com, here’s this: As of today, January 24, 2024, Tumblr Live no longer exists.

What does this mean?

The Tumblr Live marquee will no longer appear at the top of your dashboards, the Live icon will be removed, and the snooze option will disappear from your settings. You will no longer be able to go live or watch streams. 

Questions?

Here’s an FAQ we’ve prepared for any questions you might have regarding your Live accounts and credits. If you have questions or concerns about this decision, email us at livesupport@tumblr.com, and we’ll send you some answers.

Thank you to all the streamers who joined us on this journey. We’ve very much enjoyed watching your LEGO building, wildlife streams, and live draws. And happy birthday, Dean.

[kadhal]

🫶

[meltedbluecaterpillar]

L’appel Du Vide

you are here! - ch. ii - ch. iii - ch. iv - ch. v - ch. vi - ch. vii - ch. viii - ch. ix - ch. x

A/N: The notes on tumblr will be different than the ones on Ao3. I pulled this from within the pit in my heart. I made this for a reason. And I hope that you hate and enjoy it.

tags: Rook Hunt x fem!reader, aged up au (both characters are 20+), kidnapping and imprisonment wc: 2.8k+

Your janitorial equipment rattles slightly in its cart as you turn the door knob to the now vacant hospital room. The rays of daybreak peek through the curtains on your last room for this shift, your shoulders relaxing knowing you were so close to going home.  The man who once occupied this space had finally been discharged. You hadn’t ever seen him but apparently he had been asking about you. A lot. One of the on staff nurses wanted to gossip tonight. She told you about the oddball staying in the now desolate room. Apparently the patient had seen you come into the hospital before your shift started one night and hadn’t stopped talking about you until he was finally released. He claimed to have fallen madly in love with you, saying you looked exactly like a rabbit he was trying to catch in his recent dreams. However, he had come into the hospital a few days ago due to a bad head injury. The person that brought him in said he was fond of climbing trees and a branch he was sitting on snapped. 

It was strange knowing someone had been that hyper focused on you. You didn’t interact with patients at all. You only cleaned the empty rooms and the lounges late at night. But you couldn’t let yourself feel bothered by it. He was injured and confused. You never saw him, and the nurses would never give up important information to a stranger. You shook the thought away as you turned up the music on your airpods and finished cleaning the hospital room. The woman at the front desk wished you a good morning as you waved goodbye with your jingling keycard in hand. 6am on the dot. Now you could make a quick breakfast and head to sleep. You had the next three days off to recover and get the things done that you had been putting off. 

It was hard to juggle a night shift job and your normal life. But you always made it work somehow. You had to, you lived alone after all. You opened the door to your tiny apartment, slipping out of your shoes with a light kick of your feet. It was another day of proving your parents wrong. They didn’t believe you were capable of independence. They wanted you to stay where they could see you, regardless of how old you were. But being 21 meant that you should have all the freedom to do all of the adult things you could dream of. Drinking a cold beer under the summer sun, buying a strawberry flavored vape like your favorite coworkers, and even just owning your own apartment. You just wanted to finally be recognized as an adult. You packed up your things and surprised them with the announcement. Right before taking off the next morning with the last of your things. It has been six months since you’ve been on your own. You loved it. Decorating your apartment how you saw fit. Eating what you wanted when you wanted. Staying up late and sleeping all day. And complete privacy to do whatever you wanted in your rented space. 

You turned on the light with a quick squint of your eyes from the brightness. Your apartment was tiny. A neat little studio on the fourth floor of your complex. Usually you wouldn’t mind taking the stairs, but today you felt so tired that you caved and used the often desolate elevator to take you up. It was always quiet since you worked late night shifts cleaning at the hospital. You loved the peace and your neighbors did too. You bumped the door to your apartment shut with a yawn and stretched your arms over your head, causing your joints to pop. Entering the kitchen to make a slice of cheesy toast before you showered with your keys tossed haphazardly onto the resin coated counter. 

Your appetite dwindled significantly in favor of sleep the longer you stood in the kitchen space. The ‘after work high’ never lasted as long as you wished it would. But you could always clean and make a snack when you woke up in a few hours. You finished your toast and slowly undressed, dropping your clothes to the floor as you entered your bathroom for a quick rinse. 

Your skin always lingered with the scent of lemony cleaner and Lysol spray. It used to make you nauseous when you first started cleaning overnight. But after a few months you stopped gagging at the overwhelming aroma. You lathered yourself in soap, making sure to watch your hair and face. You brushed your teeth with heavy eyelids as your hair started to coil at the ends, dripping with water. You finished up, drying yourself with a towel and shutting off the light to your bathroom. You slipped into your comfortable pajamas and made sure your curtains were drawn tightly as you eased into bed. Your blankets hugging your body as you sighed with content. When you woke up, your days off would begin. You could wash your laundry, go grocery shopping, make plans to see your friends when the sun came back up, whatever you wanted to do. Your parents always fussed over the world being scary and dangerous but you always saw them as just paranoid because of social media telling them there are monsters and fiends that live online. They didn’t want anything bad to happen to you. But they were just too overbearing. You could take care of yourself just fine.

You’re fine. 

You were fine. 

You didn’t remember falling asleep at all when you settled into bed. 

You remember a haunting dream. Or maybe it was a terrifying memory considering what was happening now. 

The feeling of being folded into an impossible shape and crammed into a wooden box. Your wrists and ankles are bound with plastic zip ties that dug against your skin, something soft and cottony was stuffed in your mouth with an adhesive you assumed to be tape covering your lips. You were staring up at the orange and purple sky with exhausted eyes that never seemed to close. You watched the sky devoid of soft, white, cottony clouds go from the orange sunrise, to the delicate blue of the day. Soon transitioning to the violet and orange sunset, then pitch black with not a single star to be seen. All of this was witnessed through a tiny, circle shaped hole above you. Your body remained folded like origami paper into that impossible shape. Aching painfully to be freed from the suffocating wooden box you were stuck in. Slowly drifting and rocking to an unknown place before you had closed your eyes again. The smell of salt water, the sound of crashing waves. This was supposed to be an odd dream. A very uncomfortable and traumatizing one. Not a memory. You wished it wasn’t a memory.  

A crunching sound caused your eyes to snap open. Like something being cut. Your eyes slowly adjusted to the new scenery around you. It was an unfinished basement, completely empty. Wooden steps leading upwards to a doorway you couldn’t see. A small window where pale yellow light came pooling in, and a dim, orange lightbulb above to illuminate what the natural lighting couldn’t. Dust particles floated around the air, giving an odd feeling of normalcy. 

The oddest part was the man sitting only a few feet away. He sat on a wooden chair, balancing a white ceramic plate on his knee with a hum as he carved an apple slice into the shape of a bunny with long, apple skin ears. He looked strong. Pale, muscular arms exposed, lightly speckled in pale brown freckles. His black t-shirt pulled taut over his chest. Khaki cargo pants that stretched over his strong thighs. He was wearing black combat boots and he would occasionally tap his foot as he hummed and carved. His hair was short and blond, pulled back into a ponytail as he worked with those same light brown freckles spotting the bridge of his nose. The oddest part was that he was doing this with his eyes closed. 

This was a skill he practiced enough to do without being able to see. 

Your expression became troubled as you noticed the difficulty of moving your body. Your arms were bound behind your back and so were your ankles. Thick, scratchy rope dug into your skin, replacing the plastic zip ties. It rubbed the flesh raw and bruised as you laid on your side against a hard cement floor. The part that made you actually panic was the fact that you were completely nude. You wriggled around, trying to sit up on your knees as the cutting sound halted. “Vous êtes maintenant réveillé.” It was the man not too far from you. “Bonjour, mon lapin.” You didn’t speak French. 

Tears of panic welled in your eyes as you lifted your gaze to meet the strange man. “I-I’m sorry do you speak english? Do you know what’s going on?” You wanted to reason him as you pulled your knees up towards your stomach the best you could. At least for some form of modesty. His eyes opened. A vibrant green, something that would usually entrance you with the soft and hypnotizing shade. But they held no light. No warmth. Empty and hollow. The man didn’t see you. 

He saw ‘mon lapin’. 

“Ugly American-English,” He chuckled and pointed the knife at you, bobbing it in his hand with a soft tsk of disapproval. “I teach you, eh, comment dire mes objets préférés.” His accent was a little thick. But you could understand him enough to not ask him to repeat. He didn’t seem much older than you which made this all the more frightening. “To have you imported was difficult. I feed you now.” He beamed happily and tucked the knife into the belt of his cargo pants. He grabbed the plate and moved to stand from the wooden chair as he approached you. Imported? “N-No there’s a misunderstanding-”

“Non, no misunderstandings. You are… Rabbit! You look just alike.” He chuckled as he stood over you, looking down at your naked body bound with rope as you struggled not to tremble and burst into tears. You wanted to go home. You wanted to go home now. Tears started to roll down your cheeks as he kneeled, setting the plate gently on the floor with a clack. He reached around to roughly tug you by your bound arms into a sitting position. You yelped and cried, stress sweat collecting on the back of your knees and under your arms. You tried to kick away from him out of fear with a shake of your head but he softly shushed you as he picked up the plate and showed it to you with another tug on your bare body. Pristine, lined in rabbit cut apple slices and stray pieces of dark red skin. “You eat, or you die.” He continued to smile as he took one of the slices between his pointer and thumb. “Ouvrir.” He instructed sweetly. 

Your eyes darted anxiously from his fingers to his face. Eat or die. Not an intentional threat. It didn’t feel like a threat, just him genuinely saying you needed to eat. “Ahhhh.” He sang as he pressed the sliced fruit towards your lips. Your body was shaking, tears continued to fall as you awkwardly parted your lips and looked downwards. You accepted the sliced fruit. It was sweet and slightly bitter on your tongue. The odd man seemed to be pleased with your response as he watched you slowly chew and look around the basement with a meek sniffle. 

You’re playing house with a disturbed person. If you could earn his trust, you could get out of here. You finished and swallowed, looking sadly at the plate and then the smiling man. “I… I can feed myself…” You didn’t want the stranger’s fingers so close to your mouth. “Non, I do it for you. For now.” His tone was still kind, yet firm. He would feed you this time, and probably the next before you would be allowed to eat with your hands. He pressed another slice to your lips and watched you eat. The process continued until you had finished all of his little carvings. You felt full and a little calmer now. But that didn’t change the fact you were still a captive. The man rubbed the top of your head and gave you two small pats before moving to stand with the now empty plate. “I will bring water.” He assured as he turned and walked away, heading towards the wooden stairs with a soft hum. 

You listened to each step and counted silently. Following along with the pounding of your heart. You counted 18 steps in total before you heard a door swing open and shut. Your mouth was cotton dry now as you blinked away the last remaining tears you had. You used your feet to push you towards the wall until your back was flat against the cool, stone surface. You didn’t hear any voices from upstairs. For now, you assumed the stranger lived alone. 

He didn’t seem upset with you asking him questions. But if you were too invasive that could change. You weren’t in a position to make demands yet either. You could only wait for now even if you felt like you wanted to vomit from anxiety. All of the survival skills you had seen online and in thriller movies had faded away like a worn shirt print. You had no idea what to do except stay calm and think. He seemed familiar somehow. But you didn’t remember ever meeting someone who spoke French the way he did. In Highschool you had friends that took a class, saying it was such a stupid language. None of the words sounded the way they were spelled. You would have better luck understanding Morse Code before you could learn French. The door swung open again, then shut. You counted 18 steps before the man appeared again. He was holding a glass of water in one hand, and a yellow book in the other. “Je suis revenu! Je t’ai manqué, mon lapin?” He was cheerful as he approached you slowly, mindful of his speed so as to not startle you. But you could see he was thrilled to interact. It was extremely odd. You really were playing house with this guy. He kneeled again, placing the book in front of you. “French for dummies?” You read the cover out loud, wanting to force an amused laugh. But you could only guess your captor was growing sick of using English. “Relationships need, eh, communication? We speak your Ugly American English, we speak mon romantique françias.” He cooed as you nodded slowly in understanding. “It’ll be hard to read with my hands tied.” You joked awkwardly as he cupped your chin in his hand and showed you the clear glass with a delicate shake to swish the see through liquid inside. “Not poison. It is water.” He was clearly trying to gain your trust as well.

This whole situation felt bizarre. You had read books, watched TV shows and movies, even listened to TrueCrime podcasts about how kidnappers were willing to throw you in a basement and leave you for days. Torturing you for fun and doing whatever they pleased with your body. But the worst you’ve experienced so far is being tied up and naked. He hasn’t threatened to hit you or kill you yet. It really feels like he sees you as a pet and not his captive. If he wanted to rape and kill you he already would have. Unless this is just a fucked up mind game?

He repeated the phrase ‘Ouvrir’ and you parted your lips. He helped you drink, allowing you moments to catch your breath before giving you more. “I will make hands useable. After you finish water. You may read.” He explained as you went to get another sip. “You will eat again and drink again when I am, eh, returned? When I come back to you. You eat your lunch.” He was having trouble explaining in english. This could be why he also needs you to learn French. Usually captors don’t care about stuff like that right? You finished the glass still craving more water. “You’re leaving me here?” You tried to sound anxious. Hoping to be as convincing as possible. “Oui,” He nodded with a grin as he began to grab you by your arms again. “to get lunch.” He explained with a chuckle before raising your bound legs and twisting your body around until your hands were no longer tucked behind your back. “Please be good while I am away. I will leave you more water.” He offered kindly before rubbing the top of your head and giving you two firm pats. He took the glass as he climbed the 18 steps and closed the door. 

You refused to sit and wait for him to come back. You needed to get out of here one way or another.

[mieczyhale]

deadpool & wolverine canon-divergence where it was steve rogers in the void and not johnny

the tva sent the real steve to the void because: 1. he messed with time in the first place, even though he wasn't the only one 2. he was only going to the past to say goodbye. this was not supposed to be the case. the tva needed him to stay there so certain future events could happen in the way they wanted. and so other certain events wouldn't happen

but even the tva knows you can't fight steve rogers when it comes to bucky barnes so they had to kind of ambush him in the past, when he went to say goodbye to peggy, to prevent him from going back to his own time.

it was not the most well-planned ambush but they got him sent to the void. that solved most of their problems, but created some as well. like how they needed steve to hand the shield over to sam but, as of five minutes ago, they were steveless. so they got an old man to play steve. it wasn't the most convincing role, and it didn't make the most sense for the timeline, but the multiverse was fucked as it was so who was going to notice?? some fans on tumblr dot com?? 3. his interaction with another version of himself was going to fuck everything up by saving bucky and that's not how this is supposed to go.

steve has been in the void this whole time, trying to get out and failing, so when deadpool and wolverine show up he joins them on their adventure and they eventually get him back to bucky and they do double dates or something idk roll credits

[queenmelancholy]

Just want to share about something that made me feel a bit strange today.

So there is this one Thomas Barrow fanfic that I love very much, like on a completely different level than any other fics. It’s very poignant and mostly about his SA. Today, I suddenly felt like searching for the author’s tumblr account, and I found it. They had been quite active in the past (they posted almost every day), but the most recent post was dated April last year. They have also written dozens of DA fics on AO3, but the last update and reply to comments were coincidentally made around that time last year too. Connecting all the dots, I had a terrible feeling about what might have happened to this person. And I felt really really sad about it. What if…

Then when I almost succumbed to this horrible thought, I read one reply on AO3 dated May last year saying that they were simply too occupied with their work and obligations in real life, and most of all, they had lost interest in the fandom. They were still alive. At that moment, this was a big relief.

But then I felt sad again, for I found out that there was no fundamental difference (to the fandom itself) whether this person was physically gone or simply lost their interest. Of course, their traces of having played a contributive part in the fandom are still here, and their legacy will be witnessed by many who come afterwards. But all their updates just suddenly stopped at one point in time, as if they had a terrible accident one day and hadn’t got the chance to say goodbye properly.

I haven’t been in any fandom social media before to conclude if this is a common thing. But I just think what if someone I know here disappeared one day without saying a word, I wouldn’t even know if they were still alive out there doing things that they enjoyed more. What if something more unpleasant actually happened to them instead? I still wouldn’t know. And I thought, one day will it be me too?

[raevenlywrites]

I excuse a lot of Harry Potter stuff IRL bc somehow (somehow????) there are people who don't know Yowling Rowling is a massive terf.

but when you come onto my post on tumblr dot com and call me sis and you have a hp based url? into the blockheap with you goodbye

[telltaleangelina]

TC tag game Thank you for the questions and for tagging me @renaultphile Rules: Answer the questions and tag other TC fans

"He would not fucking say that" only they did and it's canon. When/who?

I don’t think I’ve read it enough to have a sense of something like this. I really disliked Laurie’s scenes with Adrian though. So it’s not so much ‘he wouldn’t say that’ as ‘I would prefer to ignore the fact that he said/did that.'

2. Did they kiss in the study? Yes/no + why you are 100% correct about this.

I think they did. The first time I read it, I didn't really wonder if something had happened, only what had happened: I didn’t know if they’d only kissed or done anything more. Later, it seemed to be confirmed by Ralph’s letter that they’d not done ‘anything more,’ I just assumed it was a kiss, and I don’t really think the dialogue following the ellipses makes much sense without anything having happened. “Now you see what I mean, Spud. It would never have done, would it? Well, goodbye.” What could Laurie have seen if there was nothing besides a hug or handshake or something? What would never have done? Why ask him to ‘come here’ at all?

3. Mandatory question about Ralph's alleged tattoos.

I really don’t think he’d have any, but if he did I think it'd probably be something nautical.

4. 53 vs 59 edition: quote a line or paragraph that is better in the edition you like the least.

I don’t know which of them I read and I definitely haven’t read another addition, so I can’t answer this. Apparently, the earlier one had more detail and dialogue, so if I haven’t I’d love to read it

5. Which TC character would feel right at home here on tumblr dot com?

Sandy, I think he'd be great on here.

6. Tag yourself at Alec's birthday party.

Laurie reading a book or Laurie just at the beginning, sitting around awkwardly, listening to people’s conversations and wondering how on earth he ended up there.

7. Post a TC meme

The first I ever saw (on the Mary Renault tag) and still the funniest to me, I think because I understand it perfectly

8. Easy to talk about who deserved better. Who deserved worse?

Straike, I hate him with a fiery passion. The man had a dog put down, not because he was sick or anything but simply because he couldn’t be bothered to care for him. Vicar? Ridiculous.

9. You can break the fourth wall (at any point in the novel) and say a single sentence to our protagonist, Laurie Odell. What do you say?

'This is not Ancient Greece, stop being weird,' at the exact moment Andrew is telling him his traumatic life-story and Laurie is preoccupied worrying about Dave. Also related to the question, but not really asked for: if I could I’d also tell Andrew he doesn’t have to feel ashamed of how he feels about Laurie. Well, more accurately, I’d give him a modern copy of ‘Quaker Faith & Practice’ and have the relevant passages highlighted, so I know he won’t miss them. It makes me very sad for both Andrew and Dave that their whole lives could've been very different (and much happier) if they were born four or five generations later.

9. What's a question you have about TC? One you haven't found an answer for yet.

I can't think of any, besides wondering how Mary Renault could've written it because it's so good. I love the use of subtext, the way she describes emotions you've felt before but never would've been able to put into words on your own. In terms of characters and story, I do have a random question about Bunny: was it supposed to be implied that he was a perpetrator of sexual assault? I got that idea when I was reading the car scene between him and Laurie but I was unsure.

I don't know who to tag! I think all of the Charioteer accounts I know have already been tagged, but if anyone hasn't and wants to, I'd love to read your response!

[alittlebitgoofy]

i come to you tumblr dot com with one simple thought

catgirl grandekofi

goodbye

[imwritingthefout]

Intertwined

This is my first time writing and uploading fanfiction so I’m v nervous aaaa

Summary: even if you weren’t aware of it, you and Matt always found each other no matter what.

2.7k words

This is a Matt Murdock x artist!gn!reader bc it’s self indulgent ok

Lots of fluff no warning except this was written on my phone on the tumblr app so keep that in mind

i kind of want to do a part 2 but i'll see bc I have an idea on how to continue it but I just don’t have the energy to add it here

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The first time you encountered matt was when you were ten.

You were looking for your favorite book in the library when you got lost. You were scared and alone, you didn’t know this section of the library. why were all the books just dots?!?!

Sliding down leaning on the wall, you started sobbing silently. You just wanted to read your favorite book and now you’ll be lost forever. Your mom must be so worried! You never got the chance to say goodbye to her. You won’t get to bake with her anymore. You won’t be able to have cookies anymore!!

All these worries were pulsing around in your tiny head when a voice cut through them like scissors

“Why are you crying?”

Through the blur of tears, you saw a boy around your age. He had rectangular glasses and brown, fluffy hair.

You sniffled “I- I’m lost and- and I can’t find my favorite book” tears continued to freely fall down your face

“Hey don’t cry. I’m sure I can help you find your way out” his gentle smile in your direction helped slow down your panic, but you were still crying.

He reached for your shoulder to help you up. His hand was so warm, you felt as if it was heating you up. Or maybe it was just the unexpected physical contact

Slowly, you got up from your position on the ground, and saw that the boy was holding a long stick.

“Why do you have a stick?”

“I can’t see so it helps me walk around and not bump into anyone”

You wondered about the logistics of how the stick works. How would life be if you couldn’t see? You wouldn’t be able to draw, that’s for sure. You wouldn’t be able to see the sky on a bright summers day.

These thoughts helped distract you from your earlier panic

“So if you’re blind, how come you’re in the library? Can you read?” You didn’t say it in a condescending manner, but with a genuine interest to understand how his life works.

“Well, there’s books with bumps in them that I can feel, and they create words when combined”

“That’s actually so cool! So you can just like feel bumps in a page and instantly know what it means?”

“I don’t know if cool is the word, but yes” he chuckled a little at your enthusiastic reply. His smile was warm and comforting, almost inviting you to try to make him smile more.

“Well it’s cool so that is the word” you humph back, defending yourself jokingly

He was going to reply, but when you saw your mom from afar you ran to her without giving him a chance to say anything

“Thank you!” You shouted to him while running to the comfort of safety

“Shhh!” The librarian had to remind you to be quiet, but you didn’t really care.

The boy just smiled and walked away. Only then did you realize you didn’t get his name.

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The second time you saw Matt was only for a short moment.

You were walking to your first day in high school when you bumped into someone by accident. You stumbled backwards, almost falling and catching yourself, but causing your book bag to fall instead.

“Are you alright?” You heard someone ask

“Yeah yeah I’m so sorry I’m just in a rush” you explained hurriedly as you went to pick up your bag, only to bump your head into the boy’s walking cane.

“I’m sorry” he was holding out your book bag. How did he get it so fast?

“I’m the one who should be apologizing! I ran into you!”

“It’s alright, you go on with your day” he smiled at you so warmly, it reminded you of the boy you met at the library when you were smaller.

You wanted to dwell on it, but you had a class to be late to. “Thank you so much!” You tried to show your gratitude, but you just bowed awkwardly. You were already so embarrassed you just up and ran away from him.

As you walked away, Matt watched you with a smile on his lips and a cute blush on his cheeks.

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The third time you met him, it was at the cafe you worked at.

Paying for college isn’t easy, so because you had late classes you started working the morning shifts at the cute cafe down the road from your apartment. It was tiring waking up at 5am everyday to bake all the pastries and clean up, but it was worth it to continue being independent.

The ding of the door signaled the first customer of the day

“Hello sir how may I help you?” Even though you were tired you put on your best customer service voice. “Hi, can I have a small black coffee?” You looked up to see a cute guy in opaque sunglasses.

“Anything else?” It was relatively easy to smile at him, what with him being so cute and all. “What do you recommend?” You hadn’t expected him to actually get anything else, it’s just something you were programmed to say to every customer.

“Well, I would recommend the cinnamon toast roll! They’re very delicious it’s hard not to eat them all” you laughed a little because it’s very true. After you finish baking you get attached and don’t want to sell them.

“Then I’ll have one of those” he sends you a charming smile and you can’t help but get a little flustered.

“And who’s this order for?” You ask. It’s a stupid question once you think about it for too long. Why not just ask for someone’s name? The question implies that if the food is for someone else than they should say that name, but then they would get confused when that name is called and not theirs

“Matt” he smiles at you, and suddenly the logistics of your question don’t seem to matter that much anymore. Suddenly all that matters is getting a closer look at that smile.

He pays for the food and coffee and leaves. He doesn’t see you staring at him as he does

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The next day you saw Matt again.

He’s once again the first customer of the day. The bell rings and when you look up your step feels a little lighter. “How can I help you?”

“A small black coffee please? And another pastry recommendation, the last one was amazing” you can’t help but blush. He thinks your cinnamon toast roll was ‘amazing’, and he trusted your opinion enough to buy it

“The strawberry muffin is one of my favorites! But maybe that’s just because I have a major sweet tooth…” you do work at a coffee shop and bake all the pastries, of course you have a sweet tooth!

“Then I’ll have two of those” damn, you don’t think you’ll ever be tired of his smile. “Who’s the second for?” You hope it’s not for a partner “oh it’s for my roommate. I told him about the great roll you recommended and he wants to try out something for himself”

So maybe he doesn’t have a partner? Anyways your job is customer service, not finding out if the cute blind guy is single, so you write Matt with a little smiley next to it on the cup and send him on his way.

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Matt became a regular.

Every morning you would make a black coffee in advance for him, and every time you recommended a new pastry. You even shared a few flirtatious back and forth sometimes.

One day you felt really confident, so you decided you’re gonna shoot your shot with him. Before he comes, you decide to etch into the cup ‘you’re really cute, would you want to go out sometime?’ You add a little drawing of a kitty next to it and your number.

The bell dings and suddenly all your confidence goes out with the cool breeze from outside.

“Hey Matt, the usual?”

“Yes please. What am I having today?” It’s become a thing between you two that He lets you pick out what to give him. It’s quite nice

“Just some butter cookies with jam. A little basic but very much a classic” you already prepared them in a holder with the coffee, but Matt likes to drag out the process in order to talk to you.

“Those actually sound really great. I remember eating them while learning braille” maybe you should’ve learned braille and written in it on the cup, maybe that would’ve been more romantic.

“Well I hope you enjoy them!” He pays and leaves you anxiously hoping for a text from him.

Luckily, it doesn’t take long.

From: unknown

These cookies are delicious!

I would love to go out if it means more of these tasty treats haha

Oh my god he actually would like to go out with you!! You quickly save his contact info to Matt and text him back

I didn’t know I could bribe you for a date! If I did I would’ve done it way earlier

You don’t need to bribe me to enjoy your company, I already do ;)

Is it getting hot in here or is it just you?

Well if you want, I have the closing shift too so you can come by after I’m done?

I would love to

What time?

6:30pm

See ya later alligator

Why did you write that?? That’s so weird! But you can’t do anything better because suddenly there’s a bunch of customers already here.

It may be a cliché but time does go a little slower the rest of the day. Your excitement and anxiety make it difficult to focus on doing your job, but you manage and suddenly it’s closing time and you hear the bell ding.

“I’m sorry but we’re closed” you say out of instinct while staring down at the table you’re wiping.

“Aww that sucks, I’ll just come back another time” you can see the smile on his lips grow as you look up at him. He just does a little wave in your general direction and you go to greet him.

Instead of going out, you both decided it would be fun to stay in the empty cafe. You talk, eat some left over pastries and just have fun together, enjoying each other’s company.

“So tell me, what do you study?” You ask as you nibble on a strawberry cupcake. “Oh I just do law” “wow, serious much” you can’t help but comment, because this cute, laid back guy just mentioned he studies law!

“Well I’m a serious person” he smiles at you in a way that shows you he’s clearly joking. “If I’m too serious for you then what do you study?” “Oh just art” compared to him, it feels silly, but it’s something you’re very serious about.

“I bet you’re great” “how would you know?” You joke because, well, he can’t see if you’re good or not. “Just from how good you are at everything else” now that makes you flustered and you can’t help but ask “like what?”.

“Like baking, making coffee and being nice”

“Being nice isn’t something you have to be good at, it just comes naturally” maybe to other people it doesn’t, but to you it does. “Well then you’re better at it than most people. Trust me, I would know” there’s a hint of something genuine in that statement, you almost miss it.

“Maybe those people just have enough problems in their life as is, so they don’t have enough energy to be nice” trying to justify people’s behavior is something you do a lot, even if it’s not always a good thing.

“Maybe” you don’t think he believes you, but just doesn’t want to get into this topic. You respect that and quickly change the conversation into a different direction.

“You know, something I’ve always wanted to do was dance with someone in an empty cafe. It looks romantic in all the movies” it’s not really subtle, but it gets the job done.

“Well I may not be the best dancer because- you know” he gestures to his face, and you giggle a little. “But it could be fun” did you mention already that his charming smile is amazing?

You go behind the counter and put on a random romantic playlist you find. Once you get back to him, you see that he’s holding his hand out to you

“May I have this dance?” He does a little bow, and you almost notice the tiny amount of blush on his face.

“Yes you may” he smiles brightly at you, and you smile right back, your heartbeat picking up at the sight of him.

As you get closer, he takes your hands and places them on his shoulders, while his go to your waist. You sway gently while the music plays, and you can’t help but wonder how it could be to be with him. Would he be a loving, caring partner? Would he bring you flowers and chocolates on Valentine’s Day, or cuddle with you when you’re sick?

God you hope he does.

Maybe it’s too early, but you could see yourself being with him in the future. His scent invites you in, and your dancing sort of morphs into a hug that moves around.

It’s quiet, but it’s not awkward. The only sound comes from the speakers of the shop, the latest song ending. His warmth comforts you. You want to stay in that hug forever.

You instantly recognize the next song that starts to play, and you softly hum the tune of it.

“Whatcha thinking about?” He asks

“Nothing” it’s a lie. You’re currently imagining cuddling with him on an late Sunday morning, not getting out of bed for anything.

You think he realizes you’re lying, but he lets it go anyways.

“I’ve had a nice time” he pulls back a little and you get a good look at his face. “Me too” he can hear the soft smile on your lips, and he smiles back at you. Your faces are so close, you can just feel his warm breath on your nose. you’re not usually a ‘kiss a guy on the first date’ kind of person, but maybe you can make an exception.

For a second, he hesitates before asking you “can I kiss you?”

The question makes a blush spread around his face, almost like he’s embarrassed to ask it.

“Please” now it’s your turn to be embarrassed. At least it wasn’t for long, because as soon as you feel his lips on yours, all that nervous energy goes away.

He’s kissing you gently, like he’s afraid the second you break contact you’ll dissolve in his arms. His lips feel soft, a little chapped but not in an unpleasant way.

Once you break away for air, you chase him into another kiss, Just because you want to remember how it feels to kiss him in case you don’t get to again.

After a couple more kisses, you finally look at the time.

“What. The. Fuck. It’s ten??!?!” Your manager was going to kill you.

“I’m guessing that’s not good?” Matt asks, but he already knows by your tone of voice it’s time to go. “Yeah… I’m sorry, we have to go” it’s disappointing. You wanted to stay like this, with him, for as long as you could, but time wasn’t on your side.

As you lock up the door, you look up at Matt. “I just wanted to say again what a wonderful evening I had” the harsh, cold wind slapped at your face with the reality of coming back to a cold, empty apartment with no Matt in sight.

“I had a lovely evening too. I would love to see you again sometime” the cold made the tips of his nose and ears pink, and it was an adorable sight. “I would love to see you too” you said in a genuine voice. The cold wasn’t the only reason your face was red.

With a parting kiss on the cheek, you went back to your apartment giddy and hopeful for the future.

[hollowfaith]

ok so wanna hear about my real life aurelius religious experience lolol here we go

so yesterday i went to see argylle (very camp much fun super cheese) and afterwards went to play the claw machines at the mall (cause i love them) and lo and behold! there was a loid forger plushie in the machine

ofc my brain being RP-coded it went Blond Hair + Suit = Aury so i was like "lol don't worry Not Aury i'll save you from the box" and i got him no prob

then afterwards i went to buy mango and passionfruit ice cream rolls and was chatting with friends on discord about Not Aury and sending them pics of me feeding him and suddenly...this lady comes to sit next to me

"hi," she says, "i just wanted to introduce myself. have you heard about God? would you be interested in joining our weekly Bible study?"

cue random lady giving me a lesson on her faith (complete with neat phone slideshow about its historical miracles) and then telling me how to be saved, etc etc.

now while i am a faithful kind of person i don't know if talking to girls eating ice cream alone with their plushie in the mall is the right time to convert them so after we both talked about our faith and realized we believed equally firmly in different things she suddenly got up and said "ok goodbye have a nice day" and left with her two friends who were standing in the background and prolly giving her moral support

anyways lesson learned do not tempt gods and also Aury if you decided to possess my plushie im telling you now i don't have a plushie Klaus at home i only have a giant Wang Yi pillow now go back to your tumblr and bother people there

(fun fact: this isn't the first time i've been targeted by random nice lady from a christian organization, last time it was me eating dipping dots on a massage chair in a mall. so maybe you know, i should stop sitting down while i eat or stop getting ice cream or heck it stop shopping alone hahaha. that lady invited me to their church for a party and so i went with a neighbor to check it out, it was nice and the food was pretty good but it still was something )

edit: forgot to add this is the other plushie I won that day, some sort of bunny sashimi thing. anyways she’s home with some random 8-10 year old girl now whee:

[themorriganwitch]

Up in the Sky / Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

Summary: The first time  Bradley Bradshaw saw his dad after his death. 

Warnings: English is not my first language (so please be aware of mistakes) mention of death, mention of grief, mention of goose (yes that's a warning!), mention of crying baby Bradley (we are just incredibly sad in here, lets be honest) so if you need a good cry - be my guest 

Length: 0,8k words

Pairing: Young!Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Carole Bradshaw, Goose and Mav are mentioned.  

This is my very first post on Tumblr and as I said English is not my first language. So I would be incredibly happy if some of you could give me some feedback, and don’t be shy with your critic! Thanks in advance 

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The first time Bradley Bradshaw has ever laid his eyes on that particular shiny dot up, up in the midnight sky, was at five years old.

It was a couple of months after his dad had passed away. Bradley and his mom were sitting on the cemetery in the cool Dawn breeze while Carole was drinking a glass of sweetly smelling red wine, which used to be Gooses favorite.

Visiting Nicks grave on every last Saturday of the month has become the new normal for the two remaining Bradshaw’s.

At first young Bradley wondered why his mom would not invite his Godfather Maverick, who has become a stable figure in both of their lives after his wingman’s passing, to their monthly gatherings.

Carole had simply shrugged her shoulders and offered her son a sad smile. ‘You know I love your uncle Pete’, she said when Bradley asked this question for the first time. ‘I really do. But I like to think that these meetings are just for the three of us. You, your dad, and I’.

The young boy frowned at her words. ‘But Daddy isn’t here’, he whined, feeling hot tears building in his big brown eyes. To his surprise his moms smile deepened, even though the same heavy tears started to glisten in her own brown eyes. ‘Your Dad is always with you, honey’, she cooed softly and placed her right hand on her son’s chest.

‘He is always with you. No matter if you had a terrible day at school or if you scratched your knee while playing hide and seek with your friends. Your Daddy will never really leave you, sweetheart’.

Hot tears were now streaming down Bradley’s face while he started sobbing hysterically. Every time Carole Bradshaw believed the worst moment of her entire life was the one, when she got the call that her beloved husband got in a terrible accident at work, she was reminded that the most horrendous part of it all, will never be over until her own son takes his very last breath. There is nothing more heart-wrenching than seeing your own flesh, her little Gosling, growing up with a broken heart, a missing part of his soul and tears in his eyes.

‘Why did he leave me, Mommy?’, Bradley’s sobs grew bigger, and his words were nearly not understandable. Carole’s heart ached so much, she felt like it was bursting out of her chest. And if that would be needed to erase the pain in Bradley’s eyes, she would not hesitate a second. Seeing her son – Nick’s son so incredibly broken isn’t anything she would wish for a single soul on this world.

‘Daddy did not leave you, little Bird’, his mom started but Bradley felt the hotness of his own tears sunken into his chest, into his little heart where they were mixed with the hottest, most consuming feeling out of all – anger. ‘Yes, he did! He left me. He left us. And he is never coming back!’  

Carole wrapped her arms around her little Bradley, pressed him against her chest- rocking him slowly while she desperately tries to help him through his outburst. After a couple of minutes, she felt Bradley relaxing in her lap, so she eased her grip a little.

‘I need you to do something for me, honey’, the blonde woman whispered, trying to make her voice sound softly. If her son would have been a bit older, he probably would have told her how horribly she failed at her attempt. Nevertheless, he turned around in his moms’ lap, focusing his gaze up in the sky where Carole was pointing with her finger.

‘Do you see that star up there, sweetheart?’

The young boy nodded a little confused.

‘That is your dad, Bradley’.

His confusion widened.

‘But mommy, how do you know?’

‘Can you see those two little stars, right beneath the one I showed you before?’

Bradley nodded.

‘This is us. You and me, together with your Daddy. Up in the sky, just like he’d loved it’.

For the first time in weeks Carole Bradshaw started to feel a real smile growing on her face.

‘Whenever you need to tell your dad something you just have to keep your eyes up in the sky, where your dad has always been. And where he always will be. Together with both of us.

‘But Mommy, there is another star. D’you see?’ It is right above Daddy’s’!’ Bradley claimed, pointing on the star he just found.

His mother chuckled softly, brushing her blonde hair behind her ears. ‘I guess this has to be your uncle Pete’.

‘Uncle Pete?’, again he was baffled.

‘Yeah, I believe your dad knows, that from all of us, he has to keep an eye on your Uncle Pete the most’.

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Hope you enjoyed this, as I said I would be very happy about some feedback. Lots of Love - Lexie 

[jovenshires]

Happy birthday you absolute legend, Katie "user jovenshires on Tumblr dot hell" Last Name. I hope you feel half as safe and happy and loved as your works and your blog have made me feel in the last couple of months. Domo is going to be my Superbowl and consume me whole, probably. You bring so much value to the community, not only through your very talented works (obviously that as well) but through your engagement and passion and willingness to interact. I've never been someone's anon before but frankly I adore you, hope you have the best time today and forever -dot hell anon

thank you so much!!! truly this means so much more to me than you could ever know.

i've run through a lot of fandoms over the years - mostly due to hyper fixation shifts and stuff like that, can't keep a girlie with focus issues in one spot for too long - but i can comfortably say that very few have felt like home the way the smosh fandom always has. even back in 2018, the people i knew on here were my friends - some i've kept for all these years, some i said goodbye to a long time ago, but friends nonetheless. and ik y'all are nameless to me bc you're anons and thus, by definition, anonymous (although you are all always welcome to come off anon i do not bite i promise), i consider y'all the same way. i've been going through some tough spots these past few months and without getting into the nitty gritty, the silly lil asks and messages i got here always made my day. yeah maybe that's a lil lame but if it is then fuck it i am lame!!

anyway, all this is to say: i don't know about me bringing value to the community or anything, but you all always bring value to me. i adore you, im honored you cut even a Sliver of time out of your day to type up a nice message to me, and thank you so so much again <33333

[real-total-drama-takes]

(this is not referring to this blog’s hiatus at all since this is a whole diff situation)

what is the reason ppl post whole press release statements saying “im leaving the td fandom” or “im done posting about [_]”

i’m just curious tbh. how serious are people about td blogging on Tumblr Dot Com that they need to give a dramatic and definitive Goodbye instead of just quietly taking a break and leaving the option open to come back to td posting later. it always feels kinda unnecessary?

i wonder if part of it is the differences between younger fandom members and older ones because i do remember making dramatic goodbyes when i was younger and felt like life revolved around my online image

i’m just yapping about observing past anons announcing on takes blogs that they were quitting td and would stop posting. like if the point of being an anon is /anonymity/ then you could just stop sending asks and leave it at that. idk i think it’s interesting lol

[cosmos-soso-happeh]

"If We Stopped Time Tonight, There'd Be No Goodbye"

HENLOOOOOO, I'M COSMOCORN! XD But just call meh Cosmo! ;3 *Throws fork @ u*

☆ Q ☆ "Who tf r u?" ☆ A ☆ Glad u asked! Henlo, I'm UniCosmicCometCorn also known as Cosmocorn A L S O known as Cosmo! XD I'm just another meddling teen 2 add 2 the already giant pile of meddling teens on here XD Introductions r BORING so I'll just tell u what u need 2 know: 1. I'm a Christian, remember; If Jesus can love me even after I sunk the Titanic Had absolutely nothing to do with the sinking of the Titanic, he can love u no matter what! :D 2. RLLY a meddling teen, not 4 long but... A meddling teen nonetheless :P 3. Label me whatever u want, "scene kid", "emo kid", "goth", I rlly don't care T_T XD 4. I'm 2 random 4 my own good x_x Speaking of which, u bore me >.> *KICKS U INTO A HOLE* DIS IS SPARTAAAAA!!!

☆ Q ☆ "How about the nerd shit?" ☆ A ☆ Fiiiine, we can talk about the nerd shit T.T

On the topic of fandoms; I'm quite fond of dEEZ SWEET DEALS U CAN GET 4 THREE EASY PAYMENTS OF 999.99: FNaF is like my FAVORITE THING in the... YA- O.o Springtrap is easily my fav animatronic, has been for years! XD I rlly liek Creepypasta too, my favs Ben Drowned ;3, MLP:FiM is GR8! Especially season 9! I won't spoil it tho~ ;3, Invader Zim is easily my favorite TV show, I quote Gir a bit TOO much! XD, it's not reaaaaaaaaaally a fandom but u can tell by my Tumblr username that I rlly like SoSo Happy Monster XDD

More nerd shit about me... WELL, my only three hobbies r drawing, writing, and mass consuming media 2 get more ideas of things 2 write and draw XD Maybe I'll post some of my drawings or writings here... Or... Drawings AND writings?? WHOOF- NOW T H A T ' D BE A SWEET DEAL U CAN GET 4 THREE EASY PAYMENTS OF-

Ok, ya, I know what u RLLY came 4 so- Let's just- Drop T h e H o a r d XDD

One thing u NEED 2 know about me is that I am a TOTAL music nerd, ULTRA music nerd, I CONSTANTLY reference music XDD I like a lot of bands O.o 2 many T_T Likeeeee...

Breathe Carolina! MEH FAVORITE BAND! XDD Family Force 5 Watchout! There's Ghosts Nickasaur! 3OH!3 I Set My Friends on Fire Jeffree Star I typically don't like rap, but Dot Dot Curve somehow manages 2 make it sound SOOO GOOD >o< A cup full of crunk juice will make everyone hardcore two step, hardcore two step, hardcore two steeeep~ XD Same 4 some BrokeNCYDE, I love their album "The Broken" XD Falling In Reverse Sleeping W/ Sirens Pierce The Veil Attack Attack! S3RL A good few BOTDF songs XD I don't like their pervy songs T.T But their songs like PLUR and Death To Your Heart r SOOO GOOD! XD Oh ya... Oooo *Waves hands like a ghost* I'm problematic, woooo... My Chemical Romance, who dosen't? XD Amy Can Flyyy The Medic Droid Forever The Sickest Kids The Ready Set Breathe Electric Set It Off Hellogoodbye Paramore Ghost Town (This is getting long...) Caravan Palace Avril Lavigne Your Favorite Martian Send Request Cobra Starship Hurry! Lets Go! Teen Hearts

And probably much much MUCH more I'm just 4getting XDD

Always feel free 2 recommend me moar bands 2 check out >3>

☆ Q ☆ "Well, am I allowed 2 be here or not!? Drop the DNI already, bIIIITCH-" ☆ A ☆ Well, bIIIITCH- Ya uh- *Scratches back of neck awkwardly* The thing is... *Pulls on sweaty collar* ... I don't have one... wHoOpS-

No, but srsly, I never got the idea of coming into a public platform and... Restricting public access- Eugh- >_> So I don't have one, any1 can come, even if u eat puppies! u^u (I should add though: I would encourage u 2 STOP eating puppies '>.> XD)

As 4 UR hypothetical DNI list, if ur looking through this blog 2 see if I fit it or not, let me make it easy 4 u 2 avoid heartbreak, tears, and long conversations about life on rooftops: Since the terms on a majority of DNI lists barely have meaning anymore, just assume I fit every "ist", "ism", and "phobe" you can think of (Even though I don't... Or I do, idk, no1 knows what these words mean anymore! XD) and if that bothers u then I WON'T hold u hostage this time! (I've been improving!) and u can leave, if it dosen't... Give me your hand. *Gets out ritual knife-* IT IS TIME 4 THE BLOOD PACT, BROTHA

Soooo, yee! Enjoy ur stay @ my blog, and DON'T talk 2 the clown in the corner

He's uh... O.o

He's not friendly... >.>

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[thewholedamnboulangerie]

I was tagged by @bisexualbard-writes my beloved to post 5 things I like about myself!!! Thank youuuuuu ☀️🦦💖🪐🥰

I have a pretty good sense of direction, and oh my god when I was younger I did NOT appreciate this enough. I don't have the innate sense of where north is that some people do, but (particularly if I'm travelling in right angles, not in curved lines) I can usually keep track of the general direction I'm going in with a lot of accuracy, and I can read maps super easily and remember the exact routes I've taken before, provided they aren't too complicated!! It is a vvv useful skill and I LOVE it.

I am very good at picking up foreign languages! Comparatively speaking I haven't made much progress with Thai, given that I've been semi-immersed in it for close to a year and a half by now, but that's mainly because I've just been learning via osmosis rather than putting any actual effort in whatsoever. Still, I can usually understand any really simple sentences without much trouble and pick out at least a few words of the more complex ones when I'm watching something in Thai now, so that's something!! (Also, my duolingo streak is currently at 951 days!)

I am quite judicious, just as a general rule (...with the notable exception of What Time To Go To Bed). As in: I don't tend to act rashly, or speak tactlessly, but for the most part I'm also fairly good at steering clear of the level of caution that just saps joy and stirs up anxiety rather than actually being beneficial. This is not to say that I always make sensible decisions - far from it! I am always making objectively silly decisions! But since my objectively silly decisions tend to be for the purposes of indulging in the delights, as long as they fulfil that goal and don't cause any collateral damage that's too insane, I'm usually happy to consider them subjectively Correct decisions (with - and I really and truly CANNOT stress this enough - the exception of absolutely any decision related to sleeping habits 💀).

I am SO good at platonically matchmaking my friends!! I love to introduce my friends to each other, or throw them into groupchats together, or (on one memorable occasion) drag the blorbos from my tumblr dashboard AND the blorbos from my workplace to the theatre together! And then watch as they all instantly imprint on each other like lil ducklings!!! This has happened so many times and it is my favourite thing every single time! (And of course, the fact that my own taste in friends is so elite is almost certainly a contributory factor to how well they always get along. All of you are so so good and lovely! ❤️)

I am very good at directing my gaze. By which I mean several things!! First of all: I AM ALWAYS PERCEIVING. When it comes to things I care about and enjoy, I am noticing details! I am connecting dots! I am picking up on hidden meanings! I am spotting clues and interpreting them! I am reading your tags with fluency and delight even though you censored them and miscounted the asterisks! I am remembering that thing you said five months ago and bringing it up again at the funniest possible moment!!! My brain is Kim Theerapanyakul's murderboard and it is covered EXCLUSIVELY in all the things that are shiniest and most precious To Me and I am solving their mysteries!!! Secondly: when it comes to the worst parts of fandom culture, I am never perceiving. If there is a bad take, I will simply not see it. If I do see it, I will simply forget about it in 3 minutes flat. No cursed opinion has any power over me because I shall simply magnetically repel it thank you goodbye xoxo Most importantly: I am a very firm believer that life is always terrible and also that life is simultaneously always wonderful. Both are true at all times; it just depends where you're looking. And sometimes life inevitably forces your gaze towards the most terrible things the world has to offer, and there's no choice but to engage with them. But when given the choice, I like to think that I'm pretty good at directing my gaze towards the wonderful end of the scale. The everyday delights are my best friends and hopefully they always will be!

Tagging a few blorbos from my dashboard who I don't thiiiiiiink have been tagged in this yet: @divorcedmalewife, @fallen-robin, @youneedtolightenup, @yourrescuemission, @diamondcrystals, @thevorelock, @guntapon, @nangong-shunu