#it's been so long since i was on tumblr regularly that it took me wayyyyy too long to figure out where tags are on mobile 😂😂

[lovingnikiforov]

I noticed your appreciation posts for characters.. Like the personality posts that mention what their traits are (with their astrology, MBTI, enneagram, temperaments, along with other personalities traits that I vaguely know of). Anyway. Do you still make those posts?

it has been a long time since i did gif edits and i mostly use this page to answer questions these days

[sherlollydramoine]

Welcome to the Tumblr-Dome Bitch!

Warnings: Not really any. Just Rami being awkwardly adorable as he discovers the world of Tumblr and the fanfiction about himself. Special shout outs to some peeps on here. I wanted to include all of you but alas, I did not so please don’t be offended. There is going to be a part two and some of you guys may also get a special shout out in the second half. MIght be a bad word or two and references to a smuttier second half of this. Not to worry lovies… I have a plan for this, and hopefully it works out well. :)

Here you go boo, thanks for the request. I hope this plays out exactly as you wanted it to. Enjoy lovies! :) So I had to break this up because it was about to be wayyyyy too long. So once I finish part two I will definitely get it posted.

(PART TWO) (PART THREE)

Word Count: 1384

You met Rami at a bar after work one Friday night.

You two hit it off, and enjoy chatting and getting to know each other over the course of several hours and a few drinks.

He enjoyed the fact that you were a fan of his, and he teased you about it, while you first attempted to play coy. He knew and you didn’t try and play coy for too long before acknowledging that you were a fan of his.

You both decided to head back to yours since you both closed the bar and your place was a lot closer than his.

Once you were home in your small apartment you tell him you’ll be back, you just wanted to change into something a little more comfortable.

You tell him to make himself comfortable, so he takes a seat on your couch right in front of your open laptop.

When you come back out, you notice him reading something on your laptop and then it hits you. 

You were beyond mortified, because you had forgotten that you took the screen saver option off, and you had been in the middle of writing a really smutty piece of fanfiction about him.

His face was priceless, a mix of confusion, embarrassment and intrigue.

“Oh my God Rami, Oh my God-you were never supposed to see any of that.”

He looks up from your screen looking guilty.

“I’m so sorry YN, I didn’t mean to snoop, I just saw my name and was curious. Honestly for a second I thought you were really an undercover journalist or something.”

“Yeah I’m not a journalist just a part time, fun time writer. It’s just something that I do for some fun.” you shrug, trying to seem casual to cover your embarrassment.

“This was actually kind of interesting though I’m pretty sure I’ve never actually done anything sexual like that before.” he says with a smirk.

“I haven’t really either.” you confess. “It’s something my readers like so I write it like that a lot.”

“Wait? Your readers? There’s more? You publish this stuff?”he asks curiously. 

“Ummm… yeah. On Tumblr, I have something nearing 400 followers and I have a lot of requests. I-I-I-Yeah I write a lot of smutty stories about you. Those are the only stories that seem to get a lot of traction. I write plenty of fluffy cute or angsty stories, but my smut is a fan favorite.”

“Can I read them?”

“Oh fuck me… umm.. Well.. I guess.. It’s-There’s-I have a lot.”

“A lot? How many?”

“Well something going on like forty pieces with several more works in progress.”

“Jesus! People read and write this stuff about me?”

“Oh boy.. Yeah. There are several writers that I follow that also write about you.”

“Wow! How come I didn’t know about this?”

“Because I’m pretty sure that you aren’t supposed to. Besides you’ve said you don’t really do the social media or internet thing. Most of these writers are completely anonymous, and others are very open about their identities on Tumblr.”

“Can you show me?”

“Rami, is that a good idea? Some of this stuff is..It’s.. Well, it’s not exactly PG. I don’t know if the other writers would be comfortable with me showing you this stuff, though I supposed we could create you a Tumblr and I can let you discover them for yourself. I’ll teach you how to search your tag. Please don’t make me regret this.”

He just smiles at you. “I won’t, though this could give me some inspiration on some stuff that I can try with you later.”

You show him how to make a Tumblr account, and then once he gets everything set up and situated with you both laughing your asses off at the fact that he basically created a faux fan account about himself.

“Hey YN, can I follow you? You seem to be well connected in my what did you call it?”

“Fandom.”

“Yeah that.”

You let out a deep sigh before agreeing. You take the laptop and type in your username and hit follow. You make sure that he watches how you did it, in case he wanted to follow anyone else in the future.

Before you know it you’d both gotten lost in the ‘Tumblr sauce’ and he’d been reading a ton of different fanfiction items about himself. Him reblogging and commenting on them, which again you both found to be absolutely hysterical. 

You both had lost track of time, and now it was nearing somewhere around almost six am, the sun just barely beginning to peek out beyond the horizon. 

“YN how the hell did we just spend all that time on Tumblr?”

“Welcome to the Tumblr-Dome Biotch” you laugh out and so did he. “It’s too easy to get lost in the Tumblr sauce, and it’s really distracting. Please tell me that I didn’t create a monster?”

“Well I’ve already downloaded the app on my phone, and have everything set up. I also get notifications from you so now when you post I’ll know it.”

You feel your face flush with embarrassment as a yawn escapes you.

“So much for the hot sex I thought we’d have.” he says.

“There’s always.. Tonight?”you suggest. 

“Abso-fucking-lutely, give me your number. Or I could just send you a message like you showed me how to do on Tumblr.” he says. “I am getting tired, and should probably get home, but I promise we’ll chat and I will be back tonight. I’m going to read some more fanfiction before going to bed to get some more inspiration. I really love @xmxisxforxmaybe​ her stuff is actually really great, she should write professionally. And that @txmel​ and @ramimedley​ have the best comments ever, and I’m really thinking that @the-real-ramimalekpeen​’s blog is hilarious. I should probably start wearing underwear more instead of ‘under-air’ as she calls it.”

“Oh my God Rami, those ladies are all my personal friends and I’m-they’d-shit they’d kill me if they knew that I let you find their blogs. Well Peen might just laugh it off and think it was hilarious. She and I have actually talked about this recently. I’m not sure how X would take though, and Tex and Medley would enjoy your comments on their comments. “

“Wait you call her Peen?”

“Yeah to you, I’m not giving you any of these ladies real names without their permission. So I refer to all of them by their usernames unless given permission by them to refer to them as themselves. Tumblr is great because it allows its users to be as anonymous as they want to be. Only a handful of people know my real name outside of Tumblr. Though I do talk to Peen and Medley regularly outside of Tumblr. So Peen is referred to as Peen or RMP in conversation even with other users.”

“RMP?”

“Duh silly- Rami Malek Peen.”

“Oh. I think it’s-it’s well it’s kind of weird that there is a blog dedicated to my penis, and it’s various ‘sightings’. I suppose though in the grand scheme of internet stuff that probably isn’t the weirdest shit out there about me. It does kind of make me sort of feel kind of- I don't know- proud that people want to see my penis though. I mean it is pretty amazing if I do say so myself.”

“Oh you have no idea Rami, no idea. Tumblr is-it’s-yeah. It’s a cesspool of weird and bizarre. But it’s also fun.I know for a fact that Peen’s blog is meant to be all in good fun. It started as a joke and it took on a life of its own. Also, please do wear more ‘under air’ because we all love playing the spot-Rami’s-peen game. You’ve been giving your fandom juicy content like this for a long time, don’t stop now.” you laugh as he unconsciously puts his hands over his crotch.

You yawn again, and this time so does he. 

All too soon he was leaving and you prepared to go to bed, as soon as he was in his Uber your Tumblr notifications started going off. You picked up your phone and saw that Rami was reblogging a bunch of your fanfiction. Shortly after he started messaging you about how he is definitely enjoying particular segments of your fanfiction. You laughed, and messaged him back that you were about to close your eyes, and will definitely read his messages when you woke up later.

@r-ahh-mi​ @mrhoemazzello​ @spacedustmazzello​ @hissom1933​ @txmel​ @ramimedley​​ @free-rami​