#i am don't know

[maestro04yayyy]

Here is a little one shot i just finished writing while on the train!!!! (There might be some grammar error or misspell since I wrote on my phone)

Chloe opened the door of her classroom with a yawm.

Maybe spending the night playing pokemon had been a bad idea but she had bet with juleka that she would have a complete shiny living dex before the end of the year, and she WILL win this, the reward was just too good to fail.

And sleep is for the weak anyway, so Chloe slowly walked toward her seat and as soon as she was sat she took out her nintendo from her purse and started playing again before class started.

Sabrina gave a curious look so Chloe nodded her head toward Juleka, who was chatting with Rose and Ivan at her desk at the end of the room, while restarted the fight against against oh-oh for the 3 thousand two hundred seventeenth times, yes she is keeping count, also yes finding shiny legendaries is ridiculously hard.

The redhead nodded in understanding and started to watch her friends fail again and again to find a digital animal with a slightly different color with an amused smile.

"What's the bat and the reward this time?" Sabrina asked.

Chloe restarted the fight again while answering," have a shiny living dex before the end of the year, as for the reward it's a week long sleepover/date at the liberty" chloe's voice got more excited on the last part.

Sabrina tilted her head in confusion, "Don't you live there already basically?"

Chloe pouted, " yes, but every two or three days I have to go back and sleep at the hotel otherwise daddy would get worried"

Sabrina laughed," like you actually sleep, i a.pretty sure you have sugar and coffe instead of blood now"

Chloe laughed too.

Ms. Bustier arrived and a moment later dupain-cheng and class started, Chloe managed to play pokemon even during class but got caught when she finally catched the shiny bird and cheered loudly.

That's why she is now alone in the classroom, she got detention, she could have avoided it but was in a good mood and arguing with her ridiculous teacher would have spoiler it, but it was worth it and she saved the game before bustier took her console.

Chloe heard footsteps and the door opening, revealing her girlfriend.

She immediatelly jumped to her feet and rushed to her.

"JUJU!!!" She cheered right before hugging her.

"Chlobear" juleka laughed as she hugs her princess back, "what got you so excited in class?" She asked while starting to run her finger in the golden hair of the shorter girl, caressing them and her head.

Chloe delighted by the touch smiled even more rubbing her head a little against the goth's chest and a happy squeal escaped from her throat.

"I found a shiny oh ho!!!!! I am on my way to victory now" she said triomphaly.

Juleka chuckled softly, it was quiet and easy to miss but chloe loved it more than her own life.

"Yes you are chlobear" she said gently with a little smile before walking toward a desk amd sat down, it was a little hard walking with chloe clued to her and demanding her all of her attention, like the excited and spoiled puppy she was, but she as long since mastered that skill.

So now that juleka sat chloe made sure to snuggle herself on her legs, back agaisnt her chest while she tried to look up at her and rest head on her shoulder.

Juleka chuckled again and petted her girl.

"You are a good girl" juleka whispered softly to her ears before kissing her head.

Chloe could feel herself melt at this word and just smiled happily in her girlfreinds arms, too tired and content to do anything but enjoy the attention.

"You are the best girl, chlobear" juleka said again and this time kissed her just next to the lips making chloe whine a little.

She laughed softly again and then kissed her lips while whispering

"I love you".

[beebfreeb]

Messaging people for the first time is so hard. What am I supposed to say? Like, "You seem really odd and your blog intrigues me. Do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters?" What! Whatever. I will just follow you back and stare at your blog with my big beautiful brown eyes.

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Expertise can't help you here.

[pigswithwings]

the angel staying over at my house asked for a nightlight in their room and i told them buddy, don't you produce your own light? what're you gonna do with more? and they said they wanted to see why people like it so much. and also that the nightlight i own is blue and they've been trying to understand color. anyways i think they've stared at it for an hour now

[trekkiesagainstchastity]

It doesn't matter if that fic has been in your drafts for years and is now self-indulgent to the point of parody. If Steven Moffatt is allowed to do it professionally, you are allowed to do it for fun.

[hinamie]

10 years later

[spyglassrealms]

had a fucking hilarious dream that tumblr replaced the "block" function with the far funnier "glock" function, which did the exact same thing except whenever anyone blocked you a random bullet hole, like a png of a bullet hole, would appear on your blog. discourse blogs were unreadable bc you'd go to the page and the sheer amount of bullet hole pngs stacked over the blogs obscured everything. I woke myself up laughing

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.

[honetii]

I'm like super normal and not unhinged in the slightest (I spent 3 days formatting, printing, and binding a niche internet story about sci fi football into a 280 page physical book)

[sparrowlucero]

The greatest injustice ever faced is that I almost certainly started the still thriving "clown husbandry" tag on here, but any discussion about it (from a know your meme page to a youtube video with 500k views) says it's a joke of "unknown origin" or credited to this post, likely bouncing off of mine (which was actively circulating at the time with like 30k notes):

This is a tragedy for many reasons, most of all because it wasn't just an offhand joke but actually a direct response to some of the funniest online hate I ever got:

They're erasing the truest history of tumblr: its desperate need to seethe and argue over every obvious joke with more than 10 notes.

anyways here is the canonical pet clown. according to me

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

Yeah, I don't know about you, Fidds, but I'd fold at this 🙏

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[1alchemistart]

dont got much to offer for The Holiday but have these sillies!

happy valentines day :D

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[buttercuparry]

Tumblr is more about reblogging social justice posts than anything. Everyone gets to have their moment of tongue clucking at the newest antics the racists on this website put up, and that's it. Let me tell you something; your continued attention on fundraisering posts would do more good to those these racist Zionists are trying to harass, than you reblogging the hundredth post about them threatening to snitch to the FBI.

Today is Thursday and Siraj Abudayeh still hasn't reached 50k. He escaped death yesterday, and today he had to risk his life again to get a hotspot connection- all so that he may continue to campaign...Him reaching his end goal of 82k, would help him better than you picking a fight with Zionists on tumblr. Please he is stuck at $49636 CAD.

I BEG YOU TO BOOST AND DONATE AND GET SIRAJ AT LEAST TO 50K.

(Vetting at 219)