#i have not posted this on insta yet it's a tumblr exclusive

[rochellehassan]

The Spell for Unraveling (book 3 of The Buried and the Bound trilogy) has a cover! behold!

i think this is my favorite one yet! i love the stained glass background so much <3 the artist is helen mask, who's done an amazing job on all three covers for this trilogy.

[siyzuii]

  ✦    ⤹    점점 더 난 네게 빠져가    ⊹    ❍

    ⟢    ₊    ↷ 𝒴ou attack my heart!

⠀   ͡ ׅ ۟  kassiadreams/siyzuii  ָ֢  ֹ  ֹ ۪ 𝟥 new layout? do we fw it?

✦   ⁔⁔ ۪   my first moodboard ever idek what they're used for but i love making them (not dr related like i said it would be.. but oh well i'm obsessed with chuu in the underwater mv anyway) i hope it looks decent?? might put one for every post if i feel like it heheheh ⊹  ֗  

☆⠀⠀𓈒⠀⠀ׁ⠀⠀this song is truly the cutest thing ever and a literal masterpiece at that, dare i say my fav kpop song!! ok now back to the actual post sorry LOL⠀ ׅ⠀⠀ ͡

── NEW INTRO POST 🔔

◌⠀ׁ₊   ˚  hiii!!! this is my shifting blog (and also my main blog)!! my username used to be siyzuii and i used to go by xylia or léa so u might know me from there but i go by kassia now! (close friends can still call me stella ofc)

i shift.. obviously anyway i've shifted to my dr 3 times now and shifted to parallel realities (on accident too) like a whole lot of times i can't even count

i have discord, tiktok, and instagram but i pretty much only use discord & tiktok, i exclusively use insta if there's someone i'm friends with that genuinely doesn't have any other socials.

note that i also only post shifting content on here. but i'm also 10x more active on discord & tiktok (mostly discord) than i am on tumblr, so feel free to add me (pls ask for my user first bc i have anti shifter friends and i don't want them finding this lol)

i also write and make edits (like every 2 months) yay!!!!

── INTERACT NEOW!!!

other shifters (specifically kpop shifters i need my spotify premium back. hi yes lets yap about our drs together pls) (honestly i'll yap with anyone about each others drs) (this is a silent invitation)

i don't care if you don't believe in shifting, if you respect people who do believe in it (and aren’t gonna force your beliefs on them) feel free to interact! i don't know why you would but whatever

cool people!!!

── GO!!!!

anti shifters (bye)

basic dni criteria

people who actively hate on everything (do you have a life?)

── WHAT TO EXPECT FROM MY PAGE

shifting content (mostly storytimes & yapping and whatever with the occasional sprinkle of memes)

shitty & messy blog layouts because idk how this app works

rants

yapping

probably me going inactive for either 2 days or 2 weeks straight (school keeps me busy and i already skipped my homework for this)

i might call u slurs if we get close!! (THAT I CAN RECLAIM)

me NOT talking about my favs (i cant openly talk about them idk why it's so embarrassing bye)

potentially horrid english because english is not my first language (i pull this excuse every time)

slow replies on here bc i forget about this app 24/7

── MY CARRD

kassiadreams.carrd.co

literally this whole thing summarized

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ♡ ͟ ׂ 𓂂 THANKS FOR 400+ FOLLOWERS I LOVE YOU GUYS MWAH !! should i do anything special?? if u have any ideas lmk and i'll see what i can do LOL

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ⊹ ׂ ok i know a while ago i said to drop some stuff in my ask box bc i'm bored but i havent answered any of them yet BECAUSE I DIDN'T KNOW WHERE TO FIND THEM UNTIL I GOT ON MY PC AGAIN so i'm gonna restart this time i SWEAR ill actually go over them from now on everything you ask i WILL see. thx guys!!!!

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ⋆ ۫ ໒ give me post suggestions i beg..

[frombirkhallwithlove]

#BREAKING: Earlier this week, I "pranked" @camillasgirl and sent her a "media request", asking for an interview to mark her 10th anniversary as a royal blogger and it turns out I'm better than the Royal Rota because: I got my interview 🤭

Meanwhile, I've outed myself and, luckily, we're not getting divorced 😂 Instead, darling will be answering some of the most lovely and thoughtful questions some of my followers on Instagram sent in an exclusive (!) live later today (we're not sure about the time yet but we'll definitely save and share the link here it for you to catch up whenever you can!).

Here are the questions my darling will be answering in our Insta live later today:

1. What made you start your blog in the first place? Was there a certain event? And why did you choose Tumblr as a platform (and not e.g. Twitter, Facebook, ...)?

 

2. "Camilla's Girl" is such a sweet and unique name, a brand really - where did it come from? 

3. What was blogging like 10 years ago compared to what it is like now? What has changed for the better and what used to be better in the early years? 

4. What was your personal highlight in all of those years? Any particular tour or engagement that particularly touched you (and why?) 

5. What initiative of Camilla’s is your favourite?

6. What has most surprised you about this 10 year journey you have been on? 

7. Is there anything you would change about the way Camilla and her team go about stuff? 

8. Has there ever been something you did not post? What was it and why? 

9. Why do you think our darling Queen has only worn the Delhi Durbar Tiara once?

10. Did meeting her in person inspire you to new ideas for your amazing blog?

11. What are you most excited about in the Camillaverse for the next 10 days / months / years? 

12. Which is the first memory of Camilla you have and when did you start growing interest for her? And what was the moment that lead you to decide to open a page about her? 

13. What are you enjoying most about blogging about Camilla?

14. How do you handle online hate? Has it gotten better or worse in the past 10 years? 

15. If you could invite Her Majesty for dinner, what would you cook?

16. What is the most important thing that you have learnt from Her Majesty all these years? 

17. How could you be so dedicated to your blog for 10 years? Apart from HM what inspired you?

18. What would be any other person/ topic you would blog so passionately about?

19. What is your favorite quality you’ve observed of Her Majesty during your time covering her?

20. How do you handle online hate?

21. As the perception of Camilla has changed a lot during these last years, do you feel the approach with other people has changed too? Do you think it's simpler now or harder to interact with others?

22. What is the main message you would like to tell to the world by your blog?

[snapzd]

Hi hey hello hi omg hi hi hey

Brother I have absolutely zero idea how the hell Tumblr works like hey hi sorry if I’m odd or uh not being very good with tumblr etiquette or something I’m new and stupid 😁😭🫶

i got excited when I saw tons of fanart and stuff I hadn’t seen on Insta or Twitter so I was like “omg, what if I made my tumblr account so I could be a fan account exclusively for once in my life :0000” and then I remember my crippling inability to not overshare everything 💔

Anyways. Idk. I dont want anyone to recognize me here and yet I chose this acc…. Whatever. If u know me no you donttttt 🫶 and uh, yeah! As of this exact moment I want to dump all my stupid thoughts and vomit and art I would normally never post cause it makes me look like a bad artist but look not everyone’s sketches or processes look pretty 😭

Do people normally sign off with these?

[faeriejones]

You can't be messy, there are no rules here! Yes, it's first Santa. Which sounds really presumptuous. To be equally pretentious but more original, I shall call myself Kringle.

I think it's interesting that some people are just drawn to stuff from the past, while others reject based on things that to me, seem superficial. Like black and white film or past recording techniques or whatever. I guess I've always been interested in various time periods and basically classic rock is my parents' music, and it's good. And it's not like the music was all terrible when I was a kid (lots of it was though) but there's a marked contrast between, say, how stuff sounded in the 80s and hearing Stairway or Yes's "Roundabout" for the first time, you know? So I was exposed to it from a young age and I liked how it was different from what was current. (Though I didn't get into the Beatles until this year, and I didn't go looking for music fandom until then. Wild, huh? I was SUPER into like, Simon and Garfunkel as a young teen, though. It felt so deep OMG my SOUL.)

I love that you got in through stuff like Labyrinth! Have you seen the Bowie ... well it's not quite a documentary, but anyway I saw that you posted about wanting to see it. The new Bowie film, have you seen it? It was interesting and I have mixed feelings from a certain POV but I also really enjoyed it!

I saw your list of other interests with Deimos and those are all great and there's so much to delve into, so hrm. I'll ask this: are you involved in any other fandoms, or have you been? And in terms of classic rock, what sort of stuff do you do to engage with it? Either the 'canon' or fandom itself? --Kringle

hi, kringle! it’s nice to see you again! hope all is well <3

i think it’s super cool how your parents exposed you to such phenomenally talented artists like yes and zeppelin! plus, i love the fact that you got into simon and garfunkel way before you got into the beatles, because for a lot of people it’s the other way around haha. also, you’re definitely right about people rejecting historical media, such as classic music and film, for superficial reasons. modern pop culture is great and i relish that fact, but there’s also this profound beauty that lingers within ‘old’ media.

ahhh!! I still have yet to see ‘moonage daydream’!!! apparently, a lot of people have polarizing opinions about it, so i’m guessing i should just dive into it with the most neutral mindset (that entails not having high hopes nor expectations of great disappointment)

to answer your second question : i’m currently not a part of any other fandom, but maybe that’ll change :•0! it’s weird because up until this year, i’ve refrained from associating myself with not just the classic rock fandom exclusively, but with fandom culture in general. even on my old (now deleted) tumblr/instas, i would interact with people who had shared similar interests, but the conversations would fizzle out because i was too awkward, shy, and to a certain extent, individualistic in my early teens. i never considered myself to be a part of a proper community, i would just enjoy what i liked by myself most of the time. though, i did have one internet friend who i’d always talk to about our favs (rip) and i miss that dearly. it feels good to open myself back up to the possibility of meeting cool people through shared interests and not being so reclusive or bashful about it!

i mostly engage with classic rock by buying physical media (records), watching films that either involve or are about my favorite musicians, read books or little anecdotes about them that people post on here, and just publicly gush about them with others hehe

how about you? how are you navigating the fandom so far? what are things that you particularly like about it (and are there things that you dislike)? i’d love to know more!!!

[lumiereandcogsworth]

3 12 24 34 !!!!

thank you my dear jess

3. what is your most popular fic?

answered here!

12. do you want to break your readers’ heart or make them laugh?

out of these, def make them laugh. i don’t think my writing is particularly funny though, my main goal is to make my readers make these faces:

24. how many WIPs (works-in-progress) have you got?

i do not know how to answer this bc i just write down these scenes and sometimes they’re done and sometimes they’re not and uhhhhhh. i looked around and there are maybe 5 or 6 or 7 or 8 ?????????? that could be technically classified as a wip??? but also i don’t know. they’re all wips. we’re all wips. your mom’s a wip. i’m kidding i love your mom i’ll stop talking.

34. how did you find the magical world of fanfic?

okay i don’t really know?? i have vague memory of being like. 12? and finding a [wholesome] self-insert x benedict cumberbatch fic and 100% not knowing what fic was and thinking this was a story that his wife wrote about when they had their first child. SJSKJS like i knew nothing about him yet so reading it in first-person perspective i was like oh how sweet his wife published this story. it did not dawn on me until a little while later that that was a fic. especially bc he did not have a wife or kids yet. i think i stumbled upon it when i was google image searching him. i was brand new to fandom i didn’t even know what fandom was. anyway

i was already writing fic but i still didn’t know what it was. i was just writing backstories for sherlock and loki in my notes app on my phone when i was like 13. and before that i apparently hand wrote kid sherlock fic in a journal when i was 12, so that happened!

then when i got on fandom instagram and ran my superwholock account i started writing doctor who fic and posting it directly on instagram. i also read some johnlock on instagram too! pretty much exclusively fic where they had a child. because i’ve always been like this <3

but also i remember understanding what fic was but also knowing that a lot of it (apparently) was smut and i wanted to keep away from that cuz it didn’t sound appealing to me. but being very into the office at that point (around 2015 maybe?) and i loved dwight/angela and i tried to venture one (1) time to the internet to find dwangela fic and i possibly ended up on ffn i don’t know but it was a smutty fic and i got uncomfortable and immediately left.

then flash forward to 2017 when live action batb came out! i hadn’t been on fandom insta in like two years and had pretty much stopped caring about superwholock and a lot of ~fandom~ altogether. but i was enamored with batb 2017 so i tried to find some essence of fandom on instagram again but didn’t find much. i vaguely recall some fic though. i don’t know how i stumbled onto wattpad but it was around then. and i had already started writing for batb and i posted a solid handful of stuff there (that have since either been deleted or moved to ao3)

then in 2019 YOU (my bestie jess!!!!!) showed me the light of ao3 and here we are today. you also had me make tumblr. so also here we are. but it’s so weird bc of my time on fandom instagram i saw so many of the old posts and i was so very much aware of tumblr i don’t know why i never made one. like i knew about the shoelace president thing and a bunch of the other old memes???? it’s like i was here but i wasn’t. anyway this turned into basically a fandom journey but it’s all connected isn’t it! that’s all i got!

[xratedffbarbiex]

Teaser.

So, you guys may be aware of my Patreon account. This is a monthly subscription where you get access to my work early and 100+ exclusive Patreon only pieces (incl series) which won’t be posted elsewhere.

Depending on your tier, you can also request. The below, is a birthday piece request and the birthday girl has also requested this be shared with tumblr. I’ll post it on here, this blog, after her birthday, but here’s a sneak peek :)

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If I rolled my eyes any harder at your insta, they’d detach.

She’d sent it without thinking but the response has her groaning more than the posts had.

I knew you couldn’t resist checking my acc. Bet you still have post notis on too.

She can hear the leering tone of his voice through the message, the way it would drip with smugness and she hates herself for ever pressing send.

She checks though, and sure enough, post notifications are still on. She quickly hits that button to get them off and sits back with satisfaction.

Admit it, you want me.

“Yeah, to fuck off.” She mutters under her breath. She knew texting him was like opening a can of worms and yet she’d done it anyway. Just as they were together, Sergio always found a way to get her to speak to him. To get some sort of reaction out of her and she hated that she always played right into his hand. 

He knew her better than she knew herself sometimes, but he played her like a fiddle always. It’s what she hated about him while they were together. He was arrogant, painfully so, but he did so because he could pull it off. Because he could back it up. Because he had what it took to get what he wanted.

She couldn’t work out if she’d stayed with him as long as she had because she loved him completely or just because the dick was just too good. And my god was it good. Sergio knew how to get her attention and gain a reaction outside of the bed, but she knew how to push his buttons in it. She’d push them until he fucked her like he meant it, drove her to an orgasm because his ego demanded it and gave her another because he felt like it.

Admit. It.

She leaves him on read and as she expected, this doesn’t sit well with him.

“Why won’t you admit you want me?” his voice clip plays, and her body reacts to his tone of voice. So it should, he’d trained her enough to spark such a reaction. To anyone else, it was a fun, teasing yet dominating tone. For her, she feels her underwear dampen and her nipples harden at the sound of it. She can almost feel the heat spread over her ass as he’d spank her either with his hand if she’d been good, or whatever was close enough to leave a sting if she hadn’t; something she’d feel for days after.

He was playing dirty and they both knew it but still, she refused to reply.

[morbid-n-macabre]

My Instagram people, where are you?

I've lost my Morbid_N_Macabre insta account, along with my personal crystal.bearr insta account! I don't post anything bad on fb or even Tumblr anymore because they've all becomes so strict and I don't want to lose my account.

I'm absolutely WRECKED! All that work, just gone!

I started this patreon account and I saw my dreams of a podcast, which many of you have been asking for the longest time, just die right before my eyes. People don't know how to find me.

Please, if you're one of my former insta followers, I'm begging you to please spread the word. Let people know where to find me. On the Patreon, on my public Morbid N' Macabre Facebook page, and on my personal Crystal Bearr fb page.

Please. I'm freaking wrecked y'all. I had nearly 80k insta followers, I've worked so freaking hard so many years, to have it all taken away because of a hater? What the hell is wrong with people?

Edit! I started my website now, something which can never be taken from me! I'm still upset about the Instagram, I don't think I'll ever get over it; I can't even make a new account! But I'm happy with my website. I'm so sick of being shut down everywhere I go. To those of you who have had my back over the years, thank you 💙 it means the world to me. The website is easy, too. It's MorbidNMacabre.com but it's gotta be googled. I can't figure out how to link it to bing yet.

https://www.patreon.com/Morbidnmacabre

[artzypaw]

Rip Tide (bnha Surf AU)

Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/ Kirishima Eijirou

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20290699/chapters/48101773 

Word count: 5,029

Additional Tags: 

Bakusquad, Surfing, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Angst, Competition, Beaches, Scars, Crack, Fluff and Crack, Road Trips, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Insecure Kirishima Eijirou, ashido could be with anyone, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Blood, Drinking, Emotional Constipation, Barbie References, Gay Kirishima Eijirou, Gay Bakugou Katsuki, Inside jokes, Hotel Rooms, surf competition, i'll add more tags when events become more relevant, denki is a dork, sero has no filter, kirishima is the literal embodiment of the sun, Bakugou wears glasses, but dont tell anyone, ashido paints all their nails, Alternate Universe - Mineta Minoru Doesn't Exist, Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia)

Summary:

“You i-idiot, you can’t just do a flip off the board. You’ll end up with face scars like Kiri!” Ashio attempts to yell, but it's interrupted by her fits of laughter. Sero’s no better, clutching his stomach as he paddles out to the next wave off balance.

“Hey! I’ll have you know my scars look cool! They’re little lightning bolts!” Denki, ungracefully, crawls onto his surfboard during his remark. He lifts up a leg and points adamantly, showing off his well known box jelly scars.

“How about you guys stop bitching and surf.” Katsuki calls.

'or'

Bakusquad enters a local surf competition and feelings get messy along the way.

Chapts: 1/?

Notes: I'm so excited to be working on this!! I've already drawn photos showing off their surf swimwear and you can find them over on my Tumblr and Insta (but more so on my insta bc i have an exclusive highlighted story to share more deets before chapters come out ;-D)

There are fancy surfing tricks in this story so if you guys want a deeper look into what's to come, click here to read into them. I'm not entirely sure how many chapters this'll end up being, but i'll have more of an idea once i've posted more :-)

(see end of post for tags! if you want me to tag you in the next chapters let me know!)

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Chapter 1: In which Bakugou signs a deal with the devil (or the squad)

The summers are always too hot. Hot and humid, hot and sticky, hot and there’s no escape once you leave the AC. If it weren’t for the constant breezes emanating off of the beach’s shoreline, everyone in the city would be walking fries. The concrete burns beneath any shoe worn and skin bakes once under the scorching heat. On days like this, Katsuki finds going to the water helps but rarely gets to it simply because so did everyone else. 

The tide is more forgiving in the morning and afternoon for him when it comes to surfing. Not only is he able to avoid the crowds of tourists, he can also get a decent swim in before having to go to the Marina for work.

In the mornings, Katsuki normally gets a text message around 6am from Krishima asking if he wants to head over and catch some waves. It’s been this way since high school, at least ever since the redhead found out he’d been surfing just as long as he had. Groggily, he’ll respond with either an incoherent mess of letters or a simple “sure”. He’s not a morning person, but shit-for-brains sure was when it came to surfing.

In the mornings, Katsuki normally gets a text message around 6am from Krishima asking if he wants to head over and catch some waves. It’s been this way since high school, at least ever since the redhead found out he’d been surfing just as long as he had. Groggily, he’ll respond with either an incoherent mess of letters or a simple “sure”. He’s not a morning person, but shit-for-brains sure was when it came to surfing.

From what’s Katsuki’s learned, he is constantly on the water. More so than him, and that’s quite a bit considering he goes out whenever available between work and hanging out with his dumbass friends. Kirishima makes sure to wake up at the crack of dawn to catch some slow waves, then leaves once the crowds start to scuffling around the afternoon. Later at night, just when the sunset begins to ripple across the water and the waves start to die down, not entirely, he’ll grab his surfboard and swim until it grows too dark. The waves then are still tall and stocked with power, crashing down onto the shore with loud gushes of wind. Katsuki finds he enjoys surfing at this time of day more so than in the morning. Not because the sunset looks beautiful against the warm hue of his friends skin, not because the red is just as vibrantly blinding as a certain mop of hair, not because of that time of day, the piercing red eyes that smile back at him are the embodiment of the sunset behind them. No, it’s because he’s available. He’s available to ditch life responsibilities and float across the tinted waters with ease and relax the aching muscles on his body. 

 His phone buzzes after walking out of work, arms growing weary from lifting and maneuvering loads of extraneous equipment. He prods at the tough skin on his bicep, feeling the small indents from the scar left there. The Marina isn’t a crazy job, but it gives him enough money to afford a small apartment and food. And, it was located directly in between his house and the sea. Sore arms aren’t too bad if he really squints at the pros of his situation.

Kirishima: I'm heading out now if you want to meet up- the squad’s w me

Of course everyone else would be there. It wasn’t too often that they were able to come together, as of late. Ever since graduating high school, it’s been a struggle of living against the struggle of hanging out and keeping relationships alive. It’s easier for Katsuki to be with Kirishima and Ashido than it is Sero and Denki simply because the two live and work closer.

Katsuki makes way to his old, run down Jeep that he’s used for the past ten years and drives home to pick up his surfboard. They all surfed, it was a known. Him, Kirishima, and Ashido have been since childhood, Sero and Kaminari starting roughly in their teens, but they like to act as if they hadn’t.

He strips out of his clothes and into black swim trunks, grabbing his keys, wallet and surfboard before locking up his front door and hauling the board into the bed. It’s a normal white on the top, but below was a messy splay of oranges, yellows and blacks; reminiscent of explosions upon the bottom of his board. He personally painted it himself back in high school when there wasn’t enough money to professionally have it coated, but the paint and sealant have held well over the years and he’s grown fond of the design. He doesn’t take shit from Kaminari about how “tacky yet sweet” it is that he still has his cringy old design on the board.

Today is just as hot as yesterday, and the day before that, but the increasing breeze drifting onto his glistening skin walking to the beach has him closing his eyes. The sand is warm to the touch, and as his toes sink into the beads they grow cold from the shade. This feeling is one of the few reasons he keeps living in this tourist trap; that and one other. 

His board is propped beneath his arm as he walks to their usual meeting spot. It’s only five, so the sun has a few hours before setting. Many tourists are still perched on the shore, tanning, splashing in the water, etc. It’s disgusting how many of them show up this time of year; leaving their disgusting ass trash all over his beach, having their disgusting ass families crowd his favorite local restaurants. Sure it was warm all year round, but summer was his favorite season and Katsuki didn’t make exceptions for noisy visitors.

“Hey! It’s Bakubro!” The nickname causes his ears to twitch. He spots the four standing amongst one another, boards perched into the sand around them. Kaminari raises his hand after calling out, and the others turn their gaze toward him. 

Katsuki digs the bottom of his board into the soft sand once he’s joined them, and is immediately tackled into a hug by Ashido, pink enveloping his sight. To this date, he has yet to see the girl give up that hair color.

“Get the fuck off me.” He grunts, no malice in his words as he pats her back with a free hand.

“I haven’t seen you in two weeks, suck it up.” She laughs, squeezing his shoulders before hopping off and giving space. She was wearing the same wetsuit she always did; white with grey accents, holding pink and purple patterns along the sides of her frame. The suit cuts off mid thigh, but the sleeves make their way down her arms and her thin wrists. It’s a wonder how Ashido’s been able to fit into the swimwear the past years. “Tapping out, your turn Sero.” She chides and Katsuki watches as the tall lanky man steps forward and cautiously taps his fist along his bicep.

“I’ll pass on the hug, I kinda wanna survive for championships.” Sero chuckles but is cut short by the panicked looks Kirishima and Ashido give him. He’s quickly slapped in the head by Kaminari. 

“Dude! What the hell we haven’t even told him yet why couldn’t you just keep shut!” He whines, jutting out his bottom lip in a pout. Katsuki frowns, confused. What championships?

“What the fuck are you guys squirming about?” He aks, crossing his arms over his bare chest. Kirishima walks between their friends and wraps an arm over Katsuki’s shoulder in a warm gesture he’s grown fond of over the years. The guy has no personal space, no matter how hard he’s complained.

“So remember last summer when our city threw a surfing competition in order to raise money towards ocean conservation? Many other local beaches in the district came up to compete as well,” Kirishima begins , tilting his head to glance at him through wet hair framing his face. Katsuki mentally rolls his eyes. The dork couldn’t even manage to wait a few minutes to get in the water. He can feel excess drops of roll off Kirishima’s arm and onto his nape. He suppresses the urge to shiver from the contact.

“Yeah, and it was a nightmare. There was practically no room to do anything.” He interjects.

“Well, Kami found a poster advertising this upcoming competition and thought maybe we should sign up!” Kirishima’s smile is bright, and Katsuki rips himself out from under the arm to register what was just told to him.

“Wait- you want to join the competition? As in go against other surfers for a chance to win what may be some lame ass medal and cash?”

Ashido chips in this time, balling her hands into fists enthusiastically, “Yes! And it’s all individual scoring, so no one can get in your way of victory.”

“There are district teams though? As in people will be identified from the beach they’re coming from. We’d be the Yuuei Beach.” Sero adds. 

Katsuki blinks. This sounded right up his alley in terms of the activity and competition. Of course he wants to pummel any low ranking surfer out of the water, but-

“What’s the entry fee?” His bank account couldn’t handle another divot. Just this past month alone, his AC has died twice and that pulled entirely too much money out of for his comfort. He has saved money, sure, but it’s for emergencies, not being baked alive.

Ashido works at a retail store, not gaining that much more than him, along with Sero. Kirishima is currently at a surf shop, selling and making boards for probably less than it’s worth. Kaminari’s in and out of jobs practically every month, and while he says he had quit or it wasn’t for him, the guy was only half telling the truth. Katsuki has to keep his friends in check because their dumbasses sometimes forget they’re not made of money.

Kaminari flicks his nose with a thumb, “It’s not too bad, considering it is doubling as a charity event.” Katsuki huffs. So it was expensive.

“About 100 bucks each.” Kirishima says, looking over at him with bright eyes; hopeful and eager to see his reaction. Because yeah, it was a decent price. Cheaper than he was expecting.

He furrows his brows and kicks the sand beneath him in thought. It was maybe too cheap. “That’s how much is it for each of us individually to get in? I feel like there’s supposed to be a twist. Are there equipment fees?”

Ashido laughs, “I was the same, but that’s all we have to pay. It would be more if we didn’t already own surfboards, and swim gear-“

Sero nods when Katsuki flicks his gaze to him. His own wetsuit accentuates his long arms and legs and thinly toned body. He was the skinniest of the group, but to Katsuki’s surprise, that didn’t stop him from being a crazy strong surfer. Sero continues, “Yeah. So what do you say? Wanna try it out?”

He did. More so than he’d openly admit. Katsuki holds back his smile in order to keep composure; the last thing he wants is to jump into something stupid. He’ll have to call work and schedule time off. He’ll have to pack his clothes and his board and go on road trips with his friends and it was both exciting and nerve wracking.

Katsuki sighs, dropping an arm and raising the other to his temple, “If you guys make me regret this I’m shipping your asses to China.”

Their eyes widen and simultaneously loud cheers erupt from their cries. Kirishima runs up and hugs him, wrapping his arms around his waist and lifting his feet off the sand. His cheeks burn from the action and from the full laughs vibrating through Kirishima’s chest. If he could get him to laugh like this everyday he would.

“Hell yeah!” The red head drops Katsuki and fist bumps Kaminari who just got out of a group hug with the other two. All of them are buzzing and Katsuki can’t help but let a smirk form upon his lips.

The sun is growing heavy on the horizon, which means they should probably hop in the water if they want any good waves. He reaches over and pulls his surfboard out of the sand.

“Let’s go you losers.” He barks, smirk never leaving his lips as he marches over to the water. Behind him Kaminari laughs. Foot steps quicken behind him with soft thuds.

“Last one there has to pay for dinner!” He cries, voice shifting into a shriek after sprinting past Katsuki and his grin widens with competition. The fuck does he think he is getting a head start?

Confused and disturbed glances behind them, the four boys push and shove awkwardly with their surfboards in hand to the water, making sure not to trip on one another. Sero lost.

The swells are more tame due to the tidal shift, keeping his distance from the break of waves, Katsuki’s able to lay back on his board and let the water run past his outstretched arms and legs. Kirishima gets the same idea once they’ve drifted further out into the open water and Katsuki can see a small smile still resting on his face.

The others are catching waves up ahead, and from the sounds of it they were running off the high of excitement; Ashido squeals after, Sero he assumes, pulls a bottom turn.

“Thanks for agreeing, Katsuki.” He hears Kirishima say. He hums in response, watching as the sky changes from hues of blue to pinks and oranges. He focuses on that rather than the man beside him, because he knows exactly what will happen if he does; his heart and mind will betray him, and he’ll have to question whether or not going to the competition will be worth his numerous strokes. “How far do you think we’ll get?” the redhead says again, the volume of his question softer, as if he were asking himself.

“We’re going to fucking dominate those amatures, Ei.” Katsuki chuckles airily. If anyone is as good a surfer as him, it was that dork.

“Yeah, we are.” and fuck, he has a weak heart because he tilts his head over to look at Kirishima. He’s giving him the widest smile and Katsuki sucks in air. How can it be legal to smile that way? At him? It does too many things to his emotions that he doesn’t allow. The swells beneath gradually lift them, and they fall down just as gently, as if the water itself were taking a deep breath.

A scream breaks his train of thought and he sits up to see where the noise came from. Ahead, Kaminair is popping his head out of the water with a lopsided grin.

“You i-idiot, you can’t just do a flip off the board. You’ll end up with face scars like Kiri!” Ashio attempts to yell, but it's interrupted by her fits of laughter. Sero’s no better, clutching his stomach as he paddles out to the next wave off balance.

“Hey! I’ll have you know my scars look cool! They’re little lightning bolts!” Denki, ungracefully, crawls onto his surfboard during his remark. He lifts up a leg and points adamantly, showing off his well known box jelly scars.

“How about you guys stop bitching and surf.” Katsuki calls. Kirishima laughs at that, and doesn’t stop until the other three have swam up to swap positions. Kaminari looks at him pointedly.

“Let me see you do a flip off a board then, Bakumaster.” 

“Don’t call me that,” He starts, lowering his arms to push forward and catch the next swell, “the day one of us does a flip off a board, it’ll be your shit eating grin that’ll pay because I'll personally handle that myself.”

“Honestly, Kami,” Kirishima says behind him, he too, preparing his board, “how cool would that be? It’s like parkour, but on water.”

“Exactly!” his friends cackle, and Katsuki smirks to himself. They’re all idiots.

   “Wow, there are a lot more people here from our beach than I thought there’d be.” Kirishima says beside him. The two of them are waiting for the rest of their group at the opening resort for the surf competition. It’s been a month since they all consecutively decided to join, and throughout those weeks have been vigorously practicing the required techniques in order to pass the ranks. Standing there today is surreal to Katsuki; his heart beating a thousand miles a minute as the adrenaline of competition surges through his body. Before them, dozens of tents are littered across the sand advertising foods, surf leagues, selling wetsuits and swimsuits, anything that may grab money from eager buyers. In the middle of the mess is a small makeshift stage that holds a live band. Katsuki can hear their loud pop summer music from where he’s standing and wonders how distracting it may be once he’s out in the water. Sprawling in the crowds of surfers and pedestrians are news reporters catching scoops of information before the oncoming competition begins. 

“More than last year.” He says. It’s the peak of the day, the early noon sun is hot and persistent on his skin. He disregarded his tank top hours ago because it rendered useless being soaked in his sweat. Beside him, Kirishima fairs no better, not even coming with a shirt and just in his red striped swim shorts. His hair is loose today, and Katsuki can’t help but want to drag his fingers through it and out of his face.

While the two showed up early, all tents provided for competitors are slammed full, causing them to have to stand out in the bated sun. Their surfboards stand beside them, growing increasingly warm after each passing minute. 

“I really thought they’d be here by now.” Kirishima says anxiously. His body is stiff, and Katsuki gets the idea he’s nervous for more reasons than one. Elbowing his arm, he speaks up over the blaring music and conversations.

“Relax, Ei, if they’re late we’ll just start without them.” It’s not much of a reassurance, but the redhead's already taking in a deep breath. 

“Sorry we’re late! Kaminari slept in and Sero forgot where his wetsuit was and I had to get gas-!” Ashido cries as her and the other two dorks run up to them. 

“Really, Kami? You slept in?” Kirishima laughs, shaking his head. Katsuki fumes. The idiot had the audacity to sleep in and risk being late to their first opening competitions as well as stress out Kirishima more than he needed to. 

“Don’t fucking do it again, Pikachu.” He barks. 

 There were 28 surfers entering the water today. Only 8 from Yuuei beach are going to able to advance in the official competitions. The news wasn’t surprising to Katsuki. He spent the past couple of nights reading into the scoring and background of these kind of events. Their next match, only 4 from each beach will be able to advance. All they had to do was meet a certain amount of points during their surf. Pass the heats, move to the next round.

Ashido is first to head into the water out of their group. She’s nervous and threatening to throw up but Kaminari shakes her shoulders and tells her that “you’re going to wipe the smug look off of everyone’s faces when they see you surf. Don’t overthink it, you’re practically a fish!” It musters a giggle out of her, and she hops up with determination.

“Yeah I am!” She grabs her surfboard, the bottom displaying various shades of pink along with tacky patterns only she would care to enjoy, and runs out to the water waving a thumbs up behind her.

Katsuki would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little nervous. The past couple of surfers have been good. Their scores ranging from 15 to 17.2 points out of 20. Ashido is accompanied with three other surfers for their heat, and he hopes she catches some good waves in order to boost her general score. Her first wave is smaller than he would’ve hoped, but she’s quick and able to pull in a few carves and cutbacks before doing a roundhouse cutback; her figure eight sharp and stunning. Watching, The allotted thirty minutes given goes by fast, and Katsuki sighs with relief when Ashido sprints out of the water with a solid 18.3. 

“Did you see that??!” She squeals, ramming into their group dripping with ocean water. She ditches her surfboard to the sand before jumping into their open arms. Her cheeks are red from the sun and splays of water, and Katsuki finds he likes this new profound form of excitement. It makes his chest flutter with something unknown. She backs away, though her hand never leaves the small of Sero’s back. “Don’t say a word, I don’t want to jinx anything. I’m looking at you, Hanta.” 

He flushes at the accusation, “I’m not that bad.”

“Sorry man, but you have the worst tendency of blurting what’s on your mind.” Kirishima says, rubbing the back of his nape modestly. They all nod in agreement and he flushed more.

“Okay then. I’ll keep shut.” 

The speakers erupt across the beach announcing the next four names to enter the water. Kirishima and Kaminari are in the same heat this round, which leaves Katsuki to watch from the sand once again. He finds himself biting his nails unconsciously until Ashido slaps his hand with her own, a frown upon her lips.

“Don’t ruin your nails, I don't want to paint a ravaged canvas.” she whines, and he huffs, but eventually caves in and drops his hand. Her gaze softens and she elbows his bicep. He flicks his gaze down irritably. “They’re going to be okay. Kaminari is full of surprises, and you know Kirishima,” she emphasizes the last bit, “he’s amazing. You’re stressing over nothing.”

“I’m not stressing.” Katsuki grumbles. But she was right, he didn’t necessarily have anything to worry about; the two were amazing surfers. He’ll ignore the knowing look Ashido held in her gaze when talking about Kirishima just then because that’s for another time. Ahead, he can spot the mop of red hair contrast with the blues and whites as the figure positions himself for a larger wave swell. Luckily, Kirishima held a top priority and once he claims a wave the other surfers will have to venture off to other ones. 

“That’s a good wave, Kiri should be able to pull some of his trickier stunts on it.” Sero quips, crossing his arms over his chest. Katsuki nods, eyes never wavering from in front of him. The redhead is standing in no seconds after giving himself a boost forward with a thrust of his arms. The water curves, and eventually a beautiful wave begins to crash upon the water just for him. Immediately, Kirishima is wasting no time and pulling his first trick: Nosesirfing. Holding his stance at the tip of his board, he surfs along the crest of the wave for a couple seconds, gaining him a substantial amount of initial points. He slides down the water swiftly and carves, reverses and performs a 360; water splashing around his figure. Ashido cheers beside Katsuki and he smirks, because it was performed fairly perfectly. The wave is coming to a close, and Kirishima lowers his speed to Tube Ride inside the arch of water. It takes skill, not being an intermedial trick, and Katsuki holds his breath waiting to see the splash of red along the water emerge out into the open. After a few seconds, to his and the two dorks beside him’s excitement, Kirishima is able to perform the stunt and glides out past the crashing water, smiling widely. His first wave gives him a 9.8 out of 10 on the scoring board. If he does that again, Katsuki’s sure he’ll pass and move onto the next rounds. 

The other surfers in the heat take their turns catching their points, Kaminari scoring an 8.2 on his first wave and the other two strangers score relatively lower. Their time on the water is winding down, and as Kirishima finishes is second wave with yet another Tube Ride, followed hastily with an Aerial, his points reveal him with a victorious 10 accumulating his complete and final 18.2. His fists are in the air, expression bright as he splashes the water exasperatingly.

“Yes! Way to go Kirshima!” Katsuki can hear Denki shout across the water as he begins his own second wave. Even on his own turn, the blonde finds time to support his friend. He turns his gaze back to Kirishima and smirks when he emerges out of the water, still wearing his widening smile.

Ashido runs forward and hugs him, causing them to wobble from the lack of balance. Thankfully, she lets go just in time for Kirishima to compose himself. His cheeks and body are flush from the adrenaline, and he rubs the back of his nape.

“Thanks! But we gotta watch Kami! He’s on now!” He calls, turning around to watch their friend finish his heat with a 17.9. Not too long after, the electric blonde is running up and joining them in a group hug. 

“You guys were fucking amazing.” Katuski chuckles, clapping his hands together with Kirishima’s after they’ve divided. His face is warm from the sun, from the heat, from the surge of excitement and from the soft, damp hands holding his own tightly. Kirishima’s smile hasn’t wavered since he’s left the water, and Katsuki wonders if his cheeks are sore.

“Thanks man!” he laughs, and from the looks of it, the redhead’s still running off of his incitement.

“I think they just called Sero’s name.” Kaminari says to the side, and they turn their gaze to the large screen towards the center of the beach that holds the scorings and names of surf heats. Sure enough, Hanta Sero appears in bold letters across the screen. 

He gives them a thumbs up as he walks off holding his surfboard by his side. Katsuki knows from watching him practice that he’s been working on the Superman since his longer body physique allows him to maneuver the trick easier, but will he attempt it today and risk losing points? It requires a relatively larger waves to guide the speed and height up and off of the crest. To his surprise, Sero doesn’t end up performing the trick, instead focusing on more longboard derived skills that place him with a score of 17.6. 

That leaves him to enter the water. His name isn’t on the screen yet, but he can feel the sizzling beneath his skin in anticipation. The next heat will begin soon, and the chance his name will show up etched itself into his gut in the form of hunger. Hunger to win, hunger to go out there and compete, hunger to excel above the rest.

“Your name was just called for the next heat, Bakugou.” Ashido says and he smirks wickedly. Finally.

“Oh no, he’s got that creepy look on his face when he gets over competitive. He’s gone from Bakubro to Bakuscary.” Kaminari steps behind his board to shield himself as Katsuki grabs his own firmly. Reassuring chants echo behind him as he surges forward. 

The water is warm when he initially steps in; he paddles further out into the ocean and it shifts cooler to the touch. His ears twitch with the realization that the music from the beach isn’t as deafening from where he sits. He can hear his thoughts more clearly, which normally fairs well but he spots Kirishima back at their spot on be beach jumping, pumping his fists into the air out to him, and his chest flutters. He was too enthusiastic sometimes.

The waves today are good. Better for the completion but even better for him in executing more high level skills. A particular swell catches his eye and he’s immediately taking action, dipping his arms in the water to push himself out to snatch the break. As the form manifests, he Carves and glides up, clutching the surfboard with one as he leans back and does a Alley-Oop. He lands with a slap, and his legs buzz from the impact. Any noise he heard earlier is gone. Mind blank, his breathing is shallow and he hyper focuses on his next trick, doing a Cutback then Snapping against the current. He only has a couple of seconds before the wave dies out, so he bites his lip and thinks screw it; there’s an opportunity and he isn’t going to miss his chance. Engulfed under a bridge of water, he Tube Rides before dashing out and Kickflipping his board. His chest heaves as he exhales sharply, riding out the remaining push of wave. It happened all too quickly and he doesn’t spare a glance at the scoreboard to see what his first wave gave him. He knows it was a higher number.

The second wave, to his luck, is just as powerful. Katsuki spares no time performing the same tricks, give or take a few and his mind is still in a haze once he steps onto the hot sand. 

The wind is knocked out of his lungs, his board flying forward and he plummets back down into the sand with a loud thud. He groans as his chest is squeezed unbelievably tight, and his hands urgently grasp onto warm skin. Opening his eyes, his face heats immensely as he stares up into Kirishima’s. His breathing is rugged, unlike Katsuki’s being held in his chest, and he’s smiling down at him. Bold at first, but it fades into one more fond. Eyes never leave one another’s until it’s cut short, as fast as it came, with three bodies throwing themselves atop of theirs and Katsuki groans once again.

“Jesus- the fuck- I can’t breathe you assholes! G-get off-“ He wheezes, retracting his arms and planting them over Kirishima’s bare chest in an attempt to lift everyone. It fails and he’s left buried under 300 pounds with burning cheeks.

“We did it you guys! We’re going into the next rounds!” Ashido squeals into his ear and he pauses. They made it.

He gapes, “Holy fuck.”

“You topped with a solid 19 points, Bakubro!” Kaminari laughs, making an effort to detach himself from the pile. Ashido slides out beneath him. “We’re going to Shigaraki Beach!” 

Sero extends a hand to help Kirishima off his feet, who then looks back down to a stunned Katsuki laying in the sand. He opens and closes his mouth, failing to conjure any words because holy fuck they’re all advancing to the next set of rounds-

He takes Kirishima’s hand and smirks, turning to face his fervent friends. The sun is still hot beating down on his skin, on the sand beneath his toes, on the hand intertwining into his own, on the smiles and crinked noses displaying between them. But it didn’t matter.

They made it.

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[creativetrashcans]

Simmer - Get To Know

By @cupcakegnome

Tagged: @ talemagne

CHIWAWA

Your name: Lonely Chiwawa (she/her)

Languages you speak: Catalan, Spanish and kinda English 

Are you a mermaid: No not really... can barely swim tbh

Your play style: mmmh i like most things, creating sims, builidng is so much fun too, also challenges mmh stories no tho i cant write em LOL rip 

Your Selfsim picture: 

Stories or gameplay, builds, lookbooks, edits or cc: Challenges, builds and some other things coming heh

Your favorite age state: Teen or young adult

Your favorite season: Winter!!! i feel it has a lot to do and the snow is soooo pretty 

Your favorite holiday: Only played harvest fest so far... in sims BUT irl i like Christmas 

How was your day: It was chill and nice, even went outside wew

Your favorite career: Painter...........................maybe?

Your favorite aspiration: Soulmate

Your favorite EP, SP or GP: Seasons 

How old is your simblr: Less than a year i think 

Have you woohooed: Yes, many times

Your favorite skill: Cooking, parenting and painting

The size of your Mods folder: 37,7 GB

Your 3 favorite mods: uhhhh hahaha impossible to choose

Your interests (other than sims): Drawing, make up and nails, mmh minecraft old anime and series too 

Your favorite sim (picture if possible): Maybe not my favourite Sim of all time because we got so many! But this is our version of Franky form One Piece. Before starting any project just for fun we made him and I always felt so proud of how he turned out. Not only he looks very attractive, i also feel its a good representation of how a human him would look like.

Which Sims games you have played (including mobile games): Sims 2, 3 and 4 

Propose a crazy scheme: People being nice always and world being in peace and not dying in gud old climate change

Best part of simblr: seeing how other people enjoy the sims and how they play also them aesthetic 

Worst part of simblr: mmhhhhhhhh lack of comunication between players i don’t feel much sense of community here at least now... i actually suck at comunicating so..... dunno

What other games you play: Minecarft recently but not much into games actually

Other websites or accounts (origin, twitter etc..):  

Twitter --> https://twitter.com/creativetrashc1

Intagram --> https://www.instagram.com/creativetrashcans/

Personal Instagram --> https://www.instagram.com/elia_clco/

My side tumblr --> https://generationtrashcan.tumblr.com/

Are you single: Nuuuupe

WORM

Your name: Lively Worm (she/her)

Languages you speak: Catalan, Spanish and some English.

Are you a mermaid: Nope, I’m a worm.

Your play style: I love building houses and decorating them, dressing sims and doing their makeup.

Your Selfsim picture:

Stories or gameplay, builds, lookbooks, edits or cc: I do gameplays, challenges and buildings.

Your favorite age state: I think it’s young adult because I can explore more.

Your favorite season: Autumn, because of the beautiful colors.

Your favorite holiday: I don’t know yet, I haven’t explored all of them.

How was your day: It’s 15:40h and I’m hungry, I want to eat soon.

Your favorite career: Musician.

Your favorite aspiration: Musical genius, unsurprisingly.

Your favorite EP, SP or GP: Pets and vampires.

How old is your simblr: Less than a year.

Have you woohooed: ¬_¬

Your favorite skill: I don’t know, maybe the singing skill?

The size of your Mods folder: 29,9 GB.

Your 3 favorite mods: I can’t choose. There are so many so good!

Your interests (other than sims): Singing, drawing, anime, manga and kpop.

Your favorite sim (picture if possible): Why?? I can’t choooooseeee, I love most of them! Okey, after a lot of thought I’ve chosen Una, Usopp’s daughter from our 100 Baby Challenge, because the three of us love her and I love drawing her!! She’s really charming and she’s grown up really well. I relate to her because she also loves drawing and vampires.

We posted some drawings of her on twitter and insta!

Which Sims games you have played (including mobile games): Sims 2, 3 and 4. And some PS game I don’t remember.

Propose a crazy scheme: Making people learn expectatives are bad and judging others hurts everyone involved.

Best part of simblr: I can share our art and tell many stories with interesting sims.

Worst part of simblr: The lack of comunication.

What other games you play: Kingdom Hearts, Hollow Knight, The Last of Us... mostly play station games.

Other websites or accounts (origin, twitter etc..): 

Common Twitter: https://twitter.com/creativetrashc1

Common Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/creativetrashcans/

Personal Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/makaru_walker/

Are you single: No, I’m Turtle’s.

TURTLE

Your name: Lazy Turtle (she/her)

Languages you speak: Catalan, Spanish, English and some basic French.

Are you a mermaid: Pretty sure I’m not.

Your play style: Starting projects and never getting past the building process is a playstyle? I usually like to have some objective though, instead of just playing aimlessly.

Your Selfsim picture:

Stories or gameplay, builds, lookbooks, edits or cc: I find stories pretty awkward to portray on Sims, and fashion and decoration were never my strong point. So I stick to challenges, both found and created.

Your favorite age state: Depends on what for. Young adults are the easiest to manage and have more options, but toddlers are the most challenging on a Baby Challenge.

Your favorite season: Autumn, always. Its colors are just beautiful.

Your favorite holiday: Haven’t played them all yet, so I can’t say.

How was your day: (Tumblr erased all my hard work on this thing, but the day I first wrote it I had my blood taken so not great). Today, I discovered the extent of human stupidity in mass hysteria situations. Never seen a supermarket so empty of food before.

Your favorite career: Hypotetically, writer. But I haven’t played as one yet so I can’t confirm.

Your favorite aspiration: Big Happy Family’s been pretty fun for our matriarch, but I still have many more to explore. (I can say it’s not the kid’s mobility one. Stupid mecanography.)

Your favorite EP, SP or GP: Probably Seasons so far.

How old is your simblr: Less than a year.

Have you woohooed: Uh.

Your favorite skill: Uhhh... No idea.

The size of your Mods folder:  29,9 GB. Worm and I share a game and a mods folder, but Chiwawa dumps her messily organized mods on us from time to time.

Your 3 favorite mods: Wow nope.

Your interests (other than sims): Mostly writing and reading (I’m the main writer of this tumblr, btw), but also videogames, anime and k-pop.

Your favorite sim (picture if possible): I wouldn’t say it’s my favourite sim of all time, I have far too many sims I love for different reasons, but this one was specially hard to get right so we feel particularly proud.

His name is Carles Serra, and he’s a parental figure for two of the MCs of the story we’re working on. He’s a math and ethics teacher on a very exclusive highschool, and he needed to have both a very refined and snobbish air and this inevitable awkwardness all math teachers seem to have. Plus, he has to deal with teenage drama all through the story, so I feel like he needs a lot of love. And maybe some vacation.

Which Sims games you have played (including mobile games): Sims 2, 3 and 4. And I think I once tried to make a sim on a terrible PS2 version or something.

Propose a crazy scheme: Mandatory therapy for teens so everyone learns empathy and management of one’s emotions would be pretty neat.

Best part of simblr: Sharing our common passion with others in a free and creative way, probably.

Worst part of simblr: The lack of interaction, I guess. I had only ever been in a very small fandom here on tumblr before, and compared to the closeness of that comunity, I feel like simblr is... very scattered.

What other games you play: Play Station ones, mostly. Whatever gives me a compelling story.

Other websites or accounts (origin, twitter etc..):

Common Twitter: https://twitter.com/creativetrashc1

Common Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/creativetrashcans/

Personal Twitter: https://twitter.com/ALazyTurtle1

Are you single: I’ve been dating Worm for years now.

We will tag: @hellobreadsims

[chelfiecomics]

Huuuuuuuuuuuhhhh

Well, first the tumblr news of the fur/ry tag being counted as nsfw but now no nsfw at all. I personally don't post nsfw content but i sure as hell love to consume it! This is really going to change the tumblr landscape and seems many are getting ready to jump ship. It's really upsetting.  I don’t think my work will get affected although I’m already seeing so many posts of people getting their stuff flagged that are nowhere near nsfw. The whole thing is one giant mess. Just FYI I don’t have plans to leave tumblr (yet) but I'm not sure where this is going to go.  So to be on the safe side, here are my other social media handles.  I generally try to be up to date with all of them. At least with finished works. and especially with news about cons and whatnot.  But I do use them a bit differently. So a quick rundown:

Twitter: @ judechelfiearts   https://twitter.com/judechelfiearts

Post finished works both fanart and original. But full comic pages aren’t uploaded there (a notice gets tweeted when a new page is posted). I check this one rather frequent so if you need to dm me there, I’ll get to it soon enough lol This might be my next most active platform socially if tumblr really does fall through.

Instagram: @ judecandrawthis https://www.instagram.com/judecandrawthis/

This is currently my newest platform so there’s not a lot of content on there yet. (I literally only started it like a month ago.) Finished works are posted both fanart and original, but subject to getting the insta-crop treatment (I try not to if I can for artwork). Full comic pages aren’t posted there (notice gets posted when a new page is up.) I also check this somewhat frequent, so dm me there is also a way to get a hold of me if need be.

Deviantart: elf-chuchu https://www.deviantart.com/elf-chuchu

My oldest platform.  I’m not as active socially on it but I do try to keep it up to date with finished works.  Probably one of the most comprehensive archive of my stuff going back all the way to high school (when I started. wow.) Full comic pages get uploaded here too. (so you can follow LS there as well.)

Furaffinity: chelfienoodles http://www.furaffinity.net/user/chelfienoodles/

 I don’t advertise this one as much but yeah! Part of the furry community. I don’t post as much fanart there (there’s still some). But I try to keep the content mostly furry-related. LS is also uploaded there as well. However those who do follow me there, I do post some FA exclusive content that aren’t uploaded elsewhere.

Smackjeeves: Elf_chuchu http://www.smackjeeves.com/profile.php?id=107342

For a long while I stopped being active on this but recently I’ve been getting back into it with uploading more current comics. Not the best place to interact socially, but easy place to read my comics. Main ones are EoA and LS. You can read some old stuff there too. 

My Art Website https://jncalderone.wixsite.com/jcalderoneart Not a good place to socialize whatsoever as it’s rly just meant to provide a place where all of my information can be kept together. Don’t want to remember all my social media and contact? No problem. Just save that one website and that should have the rest of the information on it. The only one not there is furaffinity. (And the smackjeeves is probably just straight to the comic site links)  

Also

Places you can Support me on:  Ko-Fi: Jude_Chelfie https://www.ko-fi.com/judechelfie

I don’t rly post content here cuz i post em all elsewhere. Just an easy way if someone wants to drop me some tips :P

Patreon: JudeChelfie https://www.patreon.com/judechelfie

Comic and original content only. But you can view comic pages early.

And if you support me on Patreon you can get access to comic pages early, behind the scenes WIP and character sketches that aren’t posted anywhere else, and soon to be added exclusive comic streaming where you can see me work on my comic in real time and we chill and chat and whatnot lol.

Teepublic: judechelfiearts https://www.teepublic.com/user/judechelfiearts

Some fanart works you might recognize except now you can get em on cool swag lol Also there’s teepublic exclusive art that aren’t available elsewhere.

I don’t have store for my anime con stuff and comics yet, but for those if anyone’s interested, it’s just informal, message me and I’ll work it out with you. Payment is done thru paypal.  

Anyway I think that’s the whole run-down. we’ll see what happens on tumblr after the 17th ahahahaaa;;;;; Take care friends!  

[unheardalonefucker]

I knew this girl back in middle school, she’d invited me to her birthday sleepover and I was bullied the whole night to the point I was sobbing when my sister came to pick me up. I’d left my favorite shirt there and I never saw it again. This girl wouldn’t give it back. She left our school and I thought that was the end of it.

I don’t remember how but we ended up fb friends/insta mutals. One day she sent me a message and was trying to get to know me. I thought from the get go she was interested in me, I wasn’t out publicly so most people interpreted me as a lesbian, which she identified as at one point too. So I was cautious but she was respectful when I came out to her. After a while our conversations got past friendship and we started to see each other. She’d stay with a friend down the street from me for a few days and then a few at mine so she could be around as much as possible. We had to keep things lowkey bc I wasn’t out. Things were great and we had a lot of fun. Inside jokes, going through ikea and buying weird dog throw pillows, discussions about Bigfoot, shit like that. We had fun until she started pressing me about sex. I was pre-t and very insecure. I hated my anatomy and I didn’t want to get into that yet. I told her I wasn’t ready. She “dumped” (quotes bc she wouldn’t call us exclusive, she said I waited too long to ask her) me over it, I spent a week ditching school and crying. We were still talking every day. She told me if I was ready we could try again. The sex topic wasn’t discussed. Next week was Valentine’s Day. I spent the weekend with her. A family member of hers drove me up there. No way to get out. I didn’t drive, didn’t have money, and a parent who wouldn’t pick me up anywhere further than a mile from home. She’d trapped me. I got to her place and she immediately fell asleep. She wasn’t super engaged with me. She mentioned offhandedly that she understood I was uncomfortable being touched, but her mom suggested I do things to her. I told her I’d think about it.

She didn’t spend much one on one time with me. We hung out with her cousins and she spent a while on the phone with her ex girlfriend. She was hostile towards me until I agreed to touch her. She put on a pandora station in “our” favorite genre. Finally it was too much pressure for me and I agreed. She made me stick my fingers in her. Multiple times. When she finished I cried. I told her it was because I loved her so much but I felt this awful pressure in my chest. I felt nauseous. She went to the bathroom. I sat on the end of her bed and stared at myself in the mirror. I felt different. I kept trying to tell myself I felt different because everyone does when they lose their virginity. I tried so hard to convince myself. I looked at myself and i just felt empty. She made me do it again the next night. She dumped me later that week. It was excruciating. In the following weeks I’d started to recognize some of the crazy shit she’d done. When we started dating I posted a bunch of shit on my tumblr, pics and posts and shit. As soon as I started posting her, I started getting asks from random girls wanting to date me, some incredibly aggressive. I’ve checked them many times since and those blogs were only ever active when I was dating her. She TALKED TO HER EX FOR HOURS ON VALENTINES DAY!!! But within days of our breakup she was posting snapchats of her cuddling a woman. Her boss. They looked more comfortable than people dating for a few days. Obviously there was overlap. Our mutual friends boyfriend “stranded” himself in her city and had to stay with her once. Neither of them were reachable for a while… our mutual friend was introduced to me by her. So when both relationships inevitably ended, me and her started hanging out and talking shit about our exes. One time my ex and her gf ran into me and our friend at the mall. She was shocked we were hanging out without her. It was the last time I saw her in person. A while later she’d sent me a few anonymous messages and I was not kind about telling her to leave me alone.

At that point I hadn’t even accepted that what happened was nonconsensual. I was just devastated I was dumped and cheated on. It took me over a year to recognize that. Coercion is not consent.

I haven’t felt safe in a long time. I have all my socials private. I don’t post a whole lot of info anyways. I don’t accept any follow requests unless I recognize the person. I can’t have a normal sex life. I heard a few seconds of this song and now, over 6 years later, and I’m fucking shaking. I hate her so much. She’s taken so much from me. She destroyed parts of me that I’ll never get back. She stole so much. I hate her so much and I feel like if I ever see her again I’m gonna have to be institutionalized because I just can’t see her face without feeling like I’m imploding.

I still occasionally check on her socials. I only check so I know what state she’s in. She moved after we dated. I need to know if she’s in my state so I can be cautious and prepared. Too much has made me afraid to exist in public. She’s taken so much from me and I can’t see her ever again. I can’t even hear a song without wanting to die. I hate how much she’s ruined. And she gets to just go on with her life. She probably never thinks of me anymore. She destroyed my life and she has no idea and probably doesn’t care.

I don’t feel like I’m here right now.

[tobns]

this has been something i've been waiting to share with you since march — or, if you’d like to be super technical, since october 23rd, 2017. for six years, the most popular question, second to “when are you updating?”, has been “when will you make bcw into a book? when’s the bcw book coming?” and for six years, i have put my whole heart and soul into this story. y’all know this better than anybody else, yet i’ve never had an answer to that question. i’ll be honest with you, too: i’m terrified. i can’t tell you how much sleep i’ve lost or how many days i have just stared at my computer crying because i feel so defeated and scared about what’s to come with this story. bcw might have been my biggest “success” but bcw has also been my biggest challenger. behind the screen, it’s been an uphill battle. i want to do you all justice, i want it to be perfect, and like i said in an insta post, i have been so fearful as to whether or not it’s been good enough. not to mention, like taylor once said, it’s kinda like the end of a decade and i’m scared about where that’ll leave all of us. but, as she also said, it’s the start of an age, and there have been just as many moments where i’ve been jumping around completely giddy or trying not to scream of excitement over a development and wake my whole house up at 1am. i started this story because it made me happy, and along the way, it made some more of you happy as well. while i’ve warred a lot with myself about “making me happy” being a good enough reason to move forward, i’ve done this because we deserve a little piece of our happiness tangible and sitting on our bookshelves. it’s what we deserve, y’all. this is as much for you as it is me - i built the foundations and floors, but y’all built the walls and made bcw what it ultimately became and why it means so much, and god, have i dreamed of this moment for so long. i really, really hope that it’ll have been worth the wait i put you through. i’m so, so, so excited to take you back with me to 2012 on a journey that feels familiar. except, this time, it’s different. it’s not the story you think you know.

welcome to genevieve and jonathan’s story. 

               breaking castle walls by emily alexander                                 available june 29, 2018

                      exclusive content coming june 22nd, only on tumblr

[luvdsc]

honestly as much as i see where these anons are coming from… you all DO realise this is tumblr, right? not… high school?

i get that some of you have trauma from being excluded in stuff in high school but that doesn’t mean it carries over to social media ✋🏻 friends doing stuff together isn’t exclusive. all three of them have an audience so they’re announcing a collab. same way anyone making a collab with another youtube creator would.

it shows a lot about how you guys view writers on tumblr. you think it’s bad for them to do the same shit other creators on other platforms do? and why? because they’re writing fanfics? it’s a writing collab between three friends and they’re announcing it to get all their followers to see and be aware. what’s so bad about that?

stop being toxic high school behaviour to tumblr ffs. especially not with people who aren’t even in high school anymore.

Hey, sweetpea !! 💕 genuinely asking - can you please explain how you understand where the anons are coming from? Because I am truly lost as to why a collab is seen as ���cliquey.”

I really don’t understand how wanting to do fun things with friends is seen as exclusive. Like from what I’m thinking, am I supposed to invite strangers to go shopping with me and my friends? If I post an insta story tagging my friends when we go out to get dinner together, is that exclusive because I didn’t invite everyone else to come along with us?

Why did our collab specifically incite that reaction when other writers / creators also collab by reaching out to people they know / want to collab with? I personally don’t see anything wrong with what we did. We posted one collab masterpost, and that was it. We didn’t even reblog each other’s fics (yet) 😭

andjdjdjdk somewhat unrelated note, lana and i have both graduated from uni already too and so did moon i think (gotta verify when she’s awake lol), so we’re definitely past high school 🤧 and also, big congrats to lana for graduating a week ago 🥳🥳 she’s now one degree hotter !!! 🔥

[lucyrosefindlay]

Week 4 #MDA20009

OK I know it’s only week 4 but this week’s topic is already one of my favourites, because I think I can relate quite well with everything we explored in the lecture. 

The whole concept of reality TV and the notions around it that were spoken about in the lecture really made me question my own views and overall concept of it. It really struck me that a big number of people have said that reality TV is their least favourite genre, yet channels such as Channel Nine won the ratings for the 2nd year in a row in 2020. This channel obviously hosting shows such as The Bachelor, Love Island, and MAFs- reality TV at its finest. I, myself, catch myself talking to people about how much I hate shows like MAFs for many reasons; how much I cringe, how obviously edited it is, how predictable it is, how obvious it is that some people go on the show to become some-what famous- or should I say “Insta-famous”. They’re only a few of my many reasons lol. However, I watch the show?!?! HUH?!

In my defence, part of the reason I catch myself watching these shows is because 1- there is never anything else on TV, 2- my family find enjoyment and laughs out of it, 3- once you get through the first few episodes it becomes quite addicting, and 4- it’s a topic of conversation in day to day lives as so many people in society my age watch these shows. I’d say it almost has a stigma around these reality TV shows that by watching them, you’re “up with it”. Which is quite sad actually…

In the lecture the paradox that reality TV is becoming less reliant on TV itself and that instead social media opens up new markets and audiences - was explored. This indeed is true and when it was brought up in the lecture, I began thinking of so many reality TV stars who I see now on Instagram who are trying to make a life for themselves on these social media platforms post their reality TV experience. Love Island, for example, creates Instagram profiles for the TV show contestants whilst they are away on the Island without any of their belongings and are filming the show. These contestants then, once leaving the show, have a set up account for them that the Love Island media management team had produced whilst the show was being filmed. These accounts already gaining tens of thousands of followers during the show production. The accounts and TV show hashtags generate many debates, comments, views and opinions of those fans watching the show. Following the show, fans of reality TV seem to WANT to know what is going on with these celebrities involved in their favourite series (Graham and Hajru, 2011). In the contemporary digital era, opportunities for advertainment have grown exponentially, thanks in part to the creation of mobile apps and the use of these apps as the exclusive medium through which audiences can participate in the co-production of show’ outcomes (L’Hoiry, 2019).

Ultimately, I have to agree with this statement- audiences are in fact aware that reality TV is far from authentic but deliberately suspend disbelief in order to indulge in something of a “guilty pleasure” (L’Hoiry, 2019).

 References

Graham, T. and Hajru, A., 2011. Reality TV as a trigger of everyday political talk in the net-based public sphere. European Journal of Communication, 26(1), pp.18-32. 

L'Hoiry, X., 2019. Love Island, Social Media, and Sousveillance: New Pathways of Challenging Realism in Reality TV. Frontiers in Sociology, [online] 4. Available at: <https://www.frontiersin.org/articles/10.3389/fsoc.2019.00059/full> [Accessed 23 March 2021].

McCracken, A., Cho, A., Stein, L. and Hoch, I., 2020. A Tumblr book: Platform and Cultures.

[larrydrosalez]

draftwork for my most recent literary venture a long TIME from HOME: on the wings of monarchs.

YOUR INSTRUCTIONS (should you choose to accept) 1.) write a book of ?..s 2.) read the book of ?..s 3.) record the ANSWERS

this project, a collaboration with my mother, serves as sequel to my first poetry chapbook, interested in men, released as part of my educational rite of passage, #axhGRADUATION, which is an extension of the larger project #anexcerptofhim. i’ve filled dozens of journals and who knows how many tumblr posts with writings, questions, and visual work, and when my mom handed me this BEAUTIFUL journal, i realized i wanted my next work to be an extension of and gift to the woman (representatively all women) who have informed and nurtured me. 

she gave me the journal this past november, and the first page was something she wrote in 2014. this entry on gifts, i consider to be the basis for how i craft the text and derivative works. 

this work began as my attempt at creating a choose-your-own-adventure afro-chicano-futurist sci-fi children’s poetry coloring picture book. (a follow up to the yet unfinished coloring poetry book co-authored by my partner deanna,  #anexcerptofus). 

it’s arguable at this point whether or not ‘on the wings of monarchs’ is a poetry text, or if it’s children’s content at all, but my findings have birthed in me new ways of approaching the world & my place in it, and i hope once completed (if possible?) it could impart some of the same understanding i’ve gained from the process. i’m hoping to have a more solidified version of the text to share by my TEDxUF presentation in gainesville this april, so stay tuned for that!

my initial interest in writing this book was to synthesize all the information i’ve gathered since leaving my parent’s house in 2006 and create a simple, written & illustrated text, then use the text as a source code for my digital investigations and eventually, write a thesis-type research paper to more formally solidify my proof of college education. 

i imagined the book would act as an experimental poem in which a reader could choose how to read the text and illustrations, find the meaning they wanted to find, and once published digitally, the reader/user could create a digital blog that would contribute to and expand their initial understandings of their own readings. if we take one word featured on the page below for example, “poem,” my understanding for this work and literacy works on 3 basic tiers: remembering, experiencing, imaging. 

remembering - what has “poem” been for me in the past? experiencing - what could “poem” be for me in this moment? imagining - what could “poem” be for me in the future?

one possible reading (translation) of this page is:

                                                                                                             FREE                                                                                                                        : AND JUST LIKE THAT                                                                           .        .

ON THE WINGS OF THOUSANDS MONARCHS HE FLEW.     ..   ..   .   ... :       

HE ACCEPTED HIS MISSION:                                                                   : GIVE YOURSELF TO...                                                                             : LIFE...LOVE...PEACE..PATIENCE...KINDNESS...SELF-                              . CONTROL...KNOWLEDGE...LIGHT...UNDERSTANDING...WISDOM...      . THE PEOPLE...THE WORLD.                                                             .

DO NOT FEAR, instead                                                               .                                              TRUST +                                        .              I AM    |                    BECOME                     STRONG     .               E|3UTTERFLY |                    BECOME                      WISE       ...:                        |                     BECOME                     BRAVE    :                        |                     BECOME               : ....BIG.......:    .                        |                     BECOME            ..:      WHOLE       :                        |                     BECOME............:                             ..                                                                                                   . a poem | a dance | a song | a praise | a dream | a man. .   .

it’s part joy of play & discovery, part intentional rebellion against educational structures i feel restrict the limits of the imagination and our ability to think and learn for ourselves.  

as i’ve been in the practice of writing in the book, sharing digitally, and applying the concepts in my lived experiences, it’s causing me to call into question my own assumptions of literacy altogether. i’ve written and explored the notions that words, numbers, letters, are all symbols that each contain greater meaning than their appearing, and now i’m starting to live in a way that explores a kind of self-induced synesthesia. 

i understand language as complex algebra, with rules, exceptions to rules, representative symbology, socio-political history, and infinite possibilities of interpretation because every author & every reader present new variables, and each of the experiences they (or i) read into this (or any) work, illuminates greater understanding to the story. (a reminder why feedback has been a critical part of my process for all of my work.)

the practice of compiling this book has been a catalyst for me to begin reading all color, sound, taste, smell, and touch as decipherable language in order to deconstruct and reconstruct the notions of literacy i’ve learned and purported while teaching. the colorful pages above represent more information than i could probably contain in any single book, so one of the major questions i pose and continue to pose with every reading is, “what do you see?”

i’ve learned from teachers who cannot read or write in any codified language, and seen the kinds of hinderances abuses that arise when institutions of “higher education” rely almost exclusively on the limitations of written and verbal communication jargon to evaluate students and communicate with the public. 

there are brilliant people all around the world whose ideas may never be heard or realized because institutions have created accreditation systems used to validate a person’s worth, and then limited access to resources. well funded institutional networks of religious, educational, journalistic governance decide who is allowed or not allowed to be evaluated by an inaccessibly self-evaluating system, and then releases their own chosen candidates for success to the public as “educated person in society, recipient of benefit, accolade, and favor.”

this is tragic, perpetual injustice. (but i’ll save that for another post on colonization)

“he stood between the little boy blues, and the color purple and found....”

while words, and high language in particular, are incredibly valuable to me, they are not a universal language. all communication goes through some kind of translation that is completely unique to the recipient of any message, and i’m interested in the keeping my messages open vessels that encourage engaged learning and cathartic healing across a diverse spectrum of communication. 

these initial investigations have helped me tremendously in defining and understanding myself, which has aided in growth throughout all of my creative endeavors, so hopefully someone with more language and resources can help me decipher and package all of it. (since mostly what i receive when i apply for things is pats on the back and rejection letters haha.) 

i’ve been playing with the feedback from this fellowship application rejection letter from on my blog, launching the ujimaa garden, which mixes my interests in digital media, information literacy, engaged learning, children’s literature, music & dance, social justice, spirituality, sexuality, race, and creative expression, etc. 

my work does follow the lines of inquiry, and rather than understand performance as the highlight of my existence, i transpose those lines of inquiry to my whole life. this helps me craft richer narratives, and more thoroughly interrogate the forms i exist in, which i’ve discovered, are manifold. 

you can keep up with my contributions to “on the wings of monarchs” by following the hashtag #axhMONARCH on tumblr, insta, facebook, and twitter. 

if you have ideas or feedback, as always, i’d love to hear them.

i invite participation and feedback on my research so you can share your thoughts about any of the work presented, womanhood, or sovereign governance in general (as the term monarch implies, ie: yassss queeeennnnn!) by using the hashtag #axhMONARCH.

much love, generous living. larry d.