#i accepted that adding comments on reblogs is no longer widely acceptable but you cannot shut me up unfortunately

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Actually, I had this in the tags at first, but in the spirit of this post, I'm adding it in the main text for better formatting and visibility.

Adding commentary to reblogs used to be a cornerstone of posting here, and it was weird to watch it become much the opposite.

People didn't used to react to reblogs of their posts as if the person was coming into their blog to make commentary, it was understood that if you reblog a post then that is essentially your post now - you are showcasing it on your blog and adding commentary relevant to you/your blog, not necessarily responding to OP or expecting them to see your commentary.

But then at some point i started seeing people react to reblogs as if they were the same as like.. a comments section under and instagram post or something. Like yeah, sure, on a site like Instagram it is kinda weird if someone comments something unrelated under your post where only you and your followers will see it. But that's not what a reblog is, reblogging something is taking someone's else's content and showing it to your own followers, and sometimes you might want to add something to describe to your followers how it is relevant to you. It's more like a quote retweet I guess, I'm not a twitter person, I know those have a culture of being used to mock the OP and "ratio" them or whatever, reblogs are not that harsh but the concept is similar, you are sharing the post with your followers and adding your own opinion/story/reaction whatever for your followers to see, not necessarily for OP to see, even though they can see that obviously.

I feel like it really started around when they added reblog previews to notifications so people could more directly see what is being said on their posts, and people who stay checking their notifs for whatever reason felt like every comment was directed at them. Not sure if they were new users who didn't understand the culture or just got tired of it because it became more visible, who knows. But this attitude became widespread and the culture shifted to okay now we will just use the tags of the post for our unnecessary commentary. But then tumblr added a way to view tags on reblogs and people started getting mad about seeing that, too! I started seeing so many posts where people were calling out commentators in the tags like "you know I can see this, right?" Dude, it is not FOR YOU. Like if you don't want people sharing your posts use a different platform! Like at some point yall gotta understand that this is the taking and sharing website and that's what people do here.

Key point here, too, is "harmless" commentary, like obviously if someone is directly insulting OP or misrepresenting their words or trying to be funny but in a too-familiar way, that's worth calling out. But if I see someone reblog something and then add like "oh man this sounds like my ex haha fuck you Sheila!" and then OP goes out of their way to reblog their commentary and be like "why did you add this to my post" like no offense but I think OP is the one that looks rude in this scenario. Obviously that was not directed at you or intended for you, a reblog is not the same a comment or a direct message - it is possible to just ignore it and/or turn off notifications. That's the argument i always see, too "ummm its in my notifs" like okay?? and?? turn them off or accept that tumblr is not twitter or facebook or ig or whatever.

i think tumblr is too harsh on "unfunny reblogs" and that people should feel more willing and be more free to add harmless commentary to their reblogs. it's good for the posting ecosystem, and sometimes they will be winners. simultaneously, i do remove unfunny reblog additions from posts when reblogging them, yes. these can coexist. i simply ignore things online that i don't like

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Request + Prompts: Mr. Bingley comforting the reader at a party after hearing someone talk bad about them? + “I wanted to know if you were okay” and/or “You don’t have to leave”

Pairing: Charles Bingley x Gender!Neutral Reader

Requested by: @thebookbakery​​

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Genre: Some angst + fluff (happy ending)

You smiled as you chatted away with the few close friends you had at the ball you were attending. Looking around you acknowledged some others you knew, as well as admired the celebration itself.

As your eyes met with another’s your breath hitched in your throat as you recognized the owner. Charles, or rather Mr. Bingley as would be the more proper way to refer to him, smiled widely at you and nodded his head in greeting. Smiling lightly and sending a small curtsy in his direction, you felt your face rush at the interaction. 

You had known Charles for a few months now, having met when he and his sister moved into the town, you got along with him very well. You seemed very alike in personality and were seemingly very comfortable around each other. Being in his company was becoming a very fond thing for you. Though, you knew others would not see it that way. 

The Bingley family were well off and well known, and your family was not, so there were many who did not think your friendship, or anything more, would be suitable. You knew his sister felt this way as well, she would pretend to like your company and would compliment you when you were visiting, but you knew better. You saw the looks she gave you when she thought you were not looking, and the quiet whispers to her companions as she giggled and glanced in your direction. But you did not care what she thought of you, only what Charles thought. 

However tonight, you could not help but be effected by the way you were treated behind your back. As you moved from a small group of acquaintances you wandered over to one of your friends to say hello, faltering in your step when you heard a nearby conversation between some more wealthy members of the party. 

“I am surprised that they are even here, they certainly stand out in a crowd, and not in a good way.” they whispered, followed by giggles. 

Another woman speaking up “To think they are an acquaintance of the Bingleys, you know, some say that Mr. Bingley has his eye on them, however-” she chuckled “They most certainly are not worthy of carrying the Bingely name, they are a nobody, they do not belong.” the comment was followed by more giggles.

Your eyes fell onto them, an emotion of shock and anger in them, which caught the gossiping women off guard as they silenced themselves and looked away.

Instead of approaching your friend you turned and made your way through the crowd. You no longer wanted to be in the presence of such rude and judgmental people. How many others were whispering about you behind your back? Were they right? Yes, they were. This was not a place you belonged. The riches, the money. But you didn’t care about those things. You simply wanted to be happy. But you were stupid to think that you could find happiness with Charles Bingley, especially when you knew of the company his family held.

As you fled, you were unaware of the figure following quickly behind you. Charles had been just behind the group of women and overheard what they were saying. He was unsure of who they were talking about until his eyes landed on you, he could see the offense and sadness on your face, followed by your angry glare at the women before you turned and fled from the party. He was quick to follow, not wanting you to leave, and wanting to make sure you were alright. 

You couldn’t help the small build up of tears in your eyes. You damned yourself for letting yourself get emotional. You were stronger than this. You collected your shawl and made your way towards the door, alone in the foyer, you did not care that your family was still in the party, you would walk home if need be. 

“Y/n?” the voice came suddenly, soft from behind you. 

Turning quickly you turned to see Charles approaching you slowly, as though he was approaching a scared animal. You straightened up and put on a fake smile before curtsying slightly “Mr. Bingley. Uh, I do not feel well so I thought I might take my leave a bit early.” 

“I heard what those women said” he spoke, catching you off guard. How had he heard? You did not see him. “I wanted to know if you were okay.” 

You looked down shyly at your feet before looking back up at him “I-” you were unsure of how to respond. You sighed in resignation “They were right, I do not belong here.” you began to turn away from him again. 

“You don’t have to leave.” he said quickly before walking closer to you “Please, don’t leave.” 

You looked back at him, head still down slightly “I cannot listen to anymore of their poisonous words Char-” you cut yourself off before saying his name, you should not become so comfortable “Mr. Bingley” you corrected.

His face fell slightly at this, taking one more step closer his countenance seemed to become a bit more bashful as he was now standing in front of you “They were wrong. You have every right to be here. Your company is much more favorable to me than there’s will ever be. I am the one who is unworthy of having you as a companion.” he took the smallest step closer to you, that made you hold your breath as he looked into your eyes, before reaching out slowly and taking your hand in his “I would never recover if you were to stop seeing me, if you were to listen to those women. I do not think the same things as them. I do not care that your family is of a lower status than us, that should not matter, it does not. I simply-” he paused as he squeezed your hand slightly ”I simply wish, for you to stay. With me.” 

You stared at him, your heart pounding in your chest, your mind flashing back to those women “They will simply whisper even more, they will not stop.”

“I don’t care. Let them say what they wish, there lies and insults will not stop the truth from being the truth.” 

“What is the truth?”

Charles became even more bashful in countenance as he smiled at you “That you are worthy of the Bingley name” your eyes widened in surprise as he continued “And that you are the most amazing person I have ever met, and that, I love you.” he finished his confession in a little more than a whisper. 

You opened your mouth to speak but remained silent, only able to smile in shock, you shook your head slightly, as if pulling yourself together “Charles” you said exasperated. He smiled at this, oh how he loved when you said his name. 

“Marry me Y/n” he said, continuing to surprise you. Seeing this, he took your other hand in his and held them close to his chest “Please.”

You let out a surprised laugh as our eyes grew moist with emotion, you grinned at him before nodding your head “Yes, I will.”

Charles grinned at your acceptance before pulling you gently towards him and kissing you. After a moment you pulled away and rested your foreheads against one another as he spoke quietly “We will not tell them yet, simply, go in together, and let them see that the did not win. And when they do learn of our engagement, they will be the ones to leave in embarrassment.” 

You smiled at him as he straightened up, reaching out his arm for you to take. Looping your arm into his he lead you back into the main room. You noticed the immediate whispers of the same women from before, as well as the curious and dismayed look from his sister. But as Charles looked at you and smiled, you no longer cared about their gossiping words. Because no matter what they thought or said, they had no say in your happiness. 

xx End xx

((Bonus Fun Fact: The Actor that plays Mr. Bingley in P&P 1995 is Crispin Bonham-Carter; Helena Bonham-Carter’s third cousin once removed))

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Becoming Human - Chapter 23

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After the dinner party success, Daniel soon joined Leo more often around the company. At first, it seemed to frustrate Doctor Jung, not wanting the robots to get too close with one another. But even he was able to see the difference in Daniel through their connection. Without any added software, Leo’s influence was enough to help Daniel produce his own thought. In the office, if something didn’t sit well with the robot, he wouldn’t immediately push it away now, even going as far as to speak back to one of the staff members who had treated him like a sentient being with no feelings. It surprised everyone around him, and I think even Daniel was shocked too. From that moment, Daniel suddenly had more of a presence in the office and no longer was seen as the invisible character unless they needed something.

It made me proud to know that Leo had spurred this behaviour on.

And when Younha all but jumped me the very next morning, dragging me into her office, I knew there had to be further changes that had blown her mind. Glancing around the room as if there were spies about, she then huddled closer to me, her eyes wide. “Can we talk privately?”

“I don’t think it could get any more private than this, unni.”

She smiled weakly and then grabbed my hands in hers. “Promise me you won’t hate me and have any disrespect for me if I tell you this. I’m still your boss but you cannot get awkward with me, okay? I just have no one else to tell this to.”

“Okay?” I agreed slowly, frowning a little at her precursor. She nodded rapidly and then took in a deep breath.

“He’s changed.”

“I know, I’ve been seeing him in the office and how he spoke with Minjae-”

“No, I mean, oh god how do I announce this? Last night, he initiated it. He never has! And he was so different.”

Oh, so that was what she meant. I wondered why I wasn’t entirely embarrassed to hear of my boss and her Kboy being intimate, but from how close we had gotten in the past few days, it seemed natural and instead I offered for her to continue. Younha’s face relaxed momentarily, although she soon became quite animated.

“It was like he was out of control! Instead of following the usual dialogue and me starting it, Daniel was babbling on about feeling something new inside of him at how he stood up for himself more than once this week, and how Leo had congratulated him for having his own thoughts and believing in them. And then he said how much he had been thinking about me, and suddenly we were…”

We both shared a knowing expression and I nodded. “Was it that overwhelming?”

“I guess because you’ve never been around a Kboy, you don’t know how repetitive everything can be. I get why Sohyun has so many face-ups on hers just so it doesn’t grow stale. And sure they install patches with added features, but we as the owner are always in control. We dictate how fast, how slow, how long-”

“Okay, I understand!” I cut in and she apologised meekly. “This is great news though, right? I mean, you were complaining he was one dimensional. Now he’s got a little more to him.”

“We’re not letting Leo be erased. Let’s present this change to the team. Honestly, if he can influence one Kboy to consider more than what he’s programmed to do, think of how advanced Leo must really be! And we know he won’t do anything to harm the well-being of our bots, so I think it would be a crime to let Leo’s abilities disappear like this. We need to get our hands on another robot to add to our collection.”

Precisely then we watched Sohyun walk past the office, sharing a smile before dragging the girl into the office and shutting the door firmly.

  We didn’t have many days left until Leo’s scheduled demise. Gunhee had been keeping us in the loop of the plans, and with Sohyun’s introduction to the team, we now were three robots strong in proof that what Leo was capable of doing could be done so without the loss of what he had learned. And even though the timing was brief, Doyoung responded well to both Leo and Daniel’s interaction.

Okay so maybe they had gotten a little too excited discussing what pizza toppings they would have if they could ever eat, still, it made them more human-like.

And that was what the science team wanted for Kboys.

As Leo and I laid in bed the night before the meeting with Doctor Jung, I felt a small bout of despair. Would it all work? We had all planned everything so well that I really knew we could present our case to the science department well. But Doctor Jung still called the shots. I didn’t own Leo and he did. Knowing this made me uneasy and sleep evaded me, even with Leo’s fingers running through my hair.

“Stop worrying,” he soothed and I sighed. Kissing my forehead, he shifted closer. “We’ll fight him.”

“He’s not a bad person, Leo.”

“He’s not my favourite person either,” he retorted and I turned to see him smile. “You know I don’t think I’ve been this happy before.”

“Well it’s been pretty hectic with all the stuff you’ve been doing, you must feel pretty fulfilled.”

Leo nodded. “Today Daniel told me he looked up the meaning of best friend in depth and has decided I am his. It made me feel really special. To have a best friend. To be a hyung to both him and Doyoung, to have a role in their existence too. It must have been so lonely for them, especially Doyoung. Imagine sitting at home waiting for your owner to come back and play with you for a few hours and then leave again. I couldn’t do it. I have too many desires, too many goals that I want to achieve.”

“Like?” I asked, nestling into his side so he couldn’t see the tears welling in my eyes. He knew they were there though, and I tried to distract myself by kissing his bare chest lightly.

“Seeing the change in Kboys. Helping them understand they don’t have to live so confined. That they have the ability to evolve into someone, not something. To assist the world of humans. To tell humans when they’re wrong, when they’re unfair. To celebrate their successes. And to see many years at your side, developing with the customisation team a way to mature my appearance as you age. AI has so much potential to complete a person’s world, don’t you think?”

“You’ve completed mine,” I managed to say through my tears, reaching up to cup his cheek in my hand. “Leo, I love you.”

“I love you so much; it’s amazing my brain hasn’t fried.”

“Don’t joke about things like that,” I said with a laugh all the same and nestled back into him.

Maybe tomorrow would go better than I hoped. Especially if he spoke just like he had to me. Doctor Jung would have to see Leo now is better than the data they’ve collected. They didn’t need a new start, just the right person to lead them into success.

  In some twist of fate, convincing Doctor Jung was easier than I had expected. I had antagonised for so long over his reaction, and he had given in so easily. Perhaps he had wanted to test us all one more time. I started to wonder if his adamant behaviour about me not telling Leo was because he knew he’d find out, and actually challenged us to prove another side to Leo that he had gotten the inkling of during the experiment.

Leo’s placement at Kboys became permanent in the science department. Over the next two months, the strategic plans were constructed, and further tests with other Kboys were implemented. The science team grew, not with humans but with fellow Kboys, even the “broken” Jung Jinyoung was now an asset to the team with his sensitivity and deeper understanding of the heart. And although some might have feared an uprising of Kboys against the humans, they were soon seen to be beings that could relate well and understand the dynamics in power. Leo never pushed any harder than he had to and listened well when required. A new age of robotics was right around the corner.

And as much as it pained me to watch him leave, seeing his excitement of having his first sense of identification to fly on a plane was worth it. Leo was off to New York for his first convention. From New York, he went to London, Dubai, Tokyo and then finally back into my arms in Seoul. It was hard having such a popular boyfriend. He was doing so well though, learning new things about robots that he could bring to Kboys, but also offering the world amazing insight into what it was like to be essentially superhuman. He helped many Kboys that soon started attending his lectures, ringing to let me know when they told him they had jobs or meet-ups with fellow Kboys. It could have had a negative impact on society, but there was a wide acceptance that their feelings had equal placing in our world.

Everything was just too perfect.

And that’s why I wasn’t prepared for the worst. 

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3. My resentment with the community (part 2)

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So, I talked a lot about that topic already. But that’s still not it. Let’s continue, because I still have a lot left to say and a lot that I want to tell you. Eventually, I was an emotional wreckage pretty fast. Maybe I reacted too hastily. But as you all know, I archived my blog, and pretty much murdered my own character with that action. I really got the feel that it wouldn’t make a difference if I was there or not, and I was so sure I was causing discourse and stress and bothered everyone that I came to the conclusion I have to go. I have to say, I never expected such a huge reaction to that. I didn’t expect people to be sad about it, or to even show any kind of emotion to that. I didn’t expect that one support post. It appeared out of a sudden and out of nowhere. I had absolutely no clue that the person did that, and only after that post was made and posted online some people who have added me as a friend on discord notified me about it. It was a post that asked people to like and reblog it in order to show that people still had interest in writing with Joe, or at least to show that they appreciated that I was there. Not only that, but some sent me screenshots about the notes it got, and screenshots about the tags people wrote. I read through all the tags in the reblogs, and I took a look at the notes that continued to rise even the day after it was posted. This brought me to tears. I’m not exaggerating when I tell you here that I cried seeing all that. I could’ve never imagined that people I only met on tumblr and even people I never engaged with would’ve shown so much support and sympathy. I wasn’t sure if I could accept such kindness. It was hard for me to realize that apparently, people really missed me, or that it seemed like that at least. Of course, I was happy about that. I felt joy, and I felt important, important enough for people to do this. But at the same time, I felt immense guilt, because I thought I didn’t deserve any of this after disappearing like I did. I acted out of spite and passive aggressively, and yet people tried to reach out and show me that I mattered. And I felt so much gratitude that I had trouble to think of a proper way to thank everyone and how to express that. It was a really good feeling. That post warmed my heart. I really considered returning immediately after that. But I couldn’t. I felt like I am not allowed to return so fast after I left. I felt like people won’t ever believe me or won’t take me seriously anymore if I change my mind so rapidly and cannot decide what to do. I feared I will lose the trust of anyone and that no one will ever listen to me or to my opinion. So I wanted to wait a little longer before I come back. However, that was a mistake. The longer I waited, the darker my thoughts got. Meanwhile, I even tried to cover my upset about Moira. I was not over it, not at all, and yet I thought I were and tried to make some neutral comments about her on a discord server I was shortly part of. I joked around, I even considered headcanons between her and Joe. But then I heard her voice for the first time, and I panicked since her voice sounded similar to the voice claim I have chosen for Joe months ago. And everything fired back. I was not ready, I lied to myself and I fooled myself. Then, I started to feel fooled by the community, and fooled by the support post. I read it again. This time, I thought differently about the post. It never stated that they want me to come back really, or that they try to achieve that. It stood for support, and said that it also supported everything I have done so far. This time, it sounded to me as if people have put the whole matter of me being gone behind. So, that meant for me that the whole post didn’t matter anymore. In hindsight, it was really nice that people went through all the trouble making one, reblogging and liking it. But it didn’t change a single thing. Curse me and my curiosity, I was still checking tumblr and still checking some of my favorite blogs. Despite having reblogged that post, people just continued with their everyday life and existence on the website. It is logical to move on, I get that. However, I felt hurt and I felt as if my point was proven, that it really didn’t make a single difference if I was there or not. Everyone continued to interact with every Moira available. Everyone continued to reblog every art post and every other post containing her. The popular fanon of her making Widowmaker spread wide, almost across every blog I have known. Or, in short, I saw how Joe got replaced, and how easily replaceable she is. I stopped believing people who said to me, or wrote in the tags that they loved Joe and thought she was a great character. To me, these are only words, but I don’t feel as if there ever was a real meaning behind it. Especially not seeing how fast Moira took over. I know that emotions are not rational and that everything might have been different from what I perceived. However, this is the impression I got and this is how I felt and how I still feel. I got the feeling that I am not missed at all. The feel that I probably was never a real part of the community and probably never had a real place in there got stronger and stronger. I also looked through the notes again, looked at who had reblogged or liked, and what was written in the tags. That post also revealed something really hurtful to me. Some of my mutuals, or perhaps former mutuals by now, never interacted with that post. Either they didn’t see it at all, or they didn’t bother at all. And I believe it’s the ladder. It gave me the feel that I was wrong thinking I had made friends, it gave me the feel that I those mutuals never even noticed I was gone, and therefore, never really cared about me of my blog. Considering that these mutuals really meant something for me, it was painful to come to that realization. Taking another look at the tags, I felt confused and had mixed feelings. I was doubtful, and started to question whether people meant it when they wanted me to come back. Some people even wrote stuff in the tags like, they saw me interacting with their mutuals and never knew how to get their muse and mine to interact. Or that they would want to interact with Joe now if they got the chance. I didn’t like reading those tags at all, and they made me feel bitter and even angry to some degree. I understand it is difficult to approach someone new. However, in my opinion, it is easy to say those things once a blog is archived or gone. I felt as if they weren’t even trying. I felt messed around. I even followed one or two of those who wrote in the tag that they wanted to interact with Joe. However, I never received a follow back from then, and even after sending them meme asks, it was as if they didn’t notice me. So, why now? Why now, when I am gone and Joe is no more? I didn’t feel good with that. More and more, I got the impression that the post was liked and reblogged out of a whim. I had the impression that people reblogged that, thought about it for only a few minutes, and then forgot it immediately to continue whatever they were doing. I got the impression that people did that to ease their conscience for whatever reason they had. It felt like they didn’t care about me, but more about themselves, so they wouldn’t be seen as uncaring or similar. I cannot prove that claim. Maybe I am wrong. But this was my impression afterwards. It was nice to hear “please come back!” or “come back Joe”, but, as I already said, those are words. And from what I saw, no action followed after that. It felt like, yeah, that’s it. That’s all. To say it directly and bluntly: It felt like no one of you ever cared about Joe, and that you never missed her and that you all have forgotten her already. Some people even brought another post to my attention. I had the impression it was a call out post to the roleplay community, mainly aimed at the people who have sent me those anonymous messages. The post sounded kind of aggressive, and clearly expressed how upset the writer was about this happening and how angry they were that a blog got chased off. However, the post was not about my case. I doubt that. The wording was vague and really poor. Looking through the notes and the reblogs, I quickly noticed that everyone interpreted that a Moira rp blog got chased off. They didn’t question what has happened or what was observed. People immediately jumped the gun and went ahead protecting Moira, protecting the canon character. In all honesty, I am confused why people showed me the post and why they insisted it was about me. Further, that post even showed me that people will always care more about the canon characters than any oc existing. This was the impression I got. I felt… a little more indifferent about the post than I assumed. And I felt bitter. I guess my constant mood was bitter and upset. And hopeless. In conclusion, I felt hurt. I felt dismissed, pushed aside and replaced. In the end, I don’t think it were the anons that chased me off and made me leave. They played a part in it, I won’t deny that, but I feel like the fact that I lost close mutuals and friends, that the roleplay community gave me the impression that it’s just an oc and that it doesn’t matter if an oc is there or not, that people moved on so quickly – I think those hurt a lot more, and that those were the reasons why I have gone in the first place. It wasn’t the anonymous messages from people I don’t know. It was the people I thought of as friends, the people I thought we were close to each other.