#it's maximum bummer

[taylorshope]

Imagine. You sneak into an abandoned mill to film a movie with your friends. You get sucked into a portal but not before seeing your bf get cut into pieces in front of you. You end up trapped in a sarcophagus in a strange place and time. You then see another person die brutally right next to you. You find one of your friends, but she's not the friend you know. You see someone get eaten alive. You are doomed to be hunted by a monster until there's nothing left of you. You are 17 years old

[charlescoded]

good morning and a happy new year everyone <3

[brightlotusmoon]

I still say this from time to time.

[omanu]

i cant take this anymore college is stupid

[barillapasta]

THIRTY FOUR LMAO

[onlycosmere]

On Stormlight 5's length

Atmos_the_prog_head: 1344 Pages is ridiculous. I love it

LewsTherinTelescope: Literally the maximum number of pages Tor can print, he had to scrap some extra interlude plans to make it fit.

Atmos_the_prog_head: Tor is going to have to up their game before the 1.9 Million word Stormlight 10: The Never Ending Book

LewsTherinTelescope: In the current plans it's expected to be Jasnah's novel, so The Book of Endless Pages would actually fit.

IntroductionVirtual4:  I do hope he names it that, would be a nice tribute to Shallan’s and Jasnah’s relationship and it would go well with the first oaths of the knights

BalonSwann07:  Where did you hear him say he scrapped some interludes?

LewsTherinTelescope: It was on either the Weekly Update or Intentionally Blank the week that he finished, I believe. Not scrapped in the sense that he cut ones he'd already written, rather in the sense that he'd hoped to squeeze in a few more but was already over the estimated word limit.

BalonSwann07:  Yes I remember that comment, but he mentioned the word count he ended with was higher than what the max Tor said - suggesting he didn't cut anything.

PeterAhlstrom: Tor gave us a page count. I estimated a word count and chapter count based on the number of illustrations and average number of words per chapter, which was 489k words and 160 chapters. Brandon brought it in at 491k and very close to 160 chapters, if not right on. When we put it into the book it actually was 1364 pages, but we managed to squeeze it to 1344 by moving some illustrations around and squeezing chapters that had only a small number of lines on their last page.

Brandon didn’t cut any interludes he had already written, but he didn’t write a few he had been considering putting in.

BalonSwann07: Thanks for clarifying! Bummer about the other interludes, though.

rogueOptimist:  Are there any plans to present them in a future book or even outside the book as bonus content?

Brandon Sanderson: Not right now, as man, this book was exhausting. Maybe I can write them up at some point, though. Once the book is out, I'll try to remember to talk about them.

[hotvintagepoll]

just wanted to say thank you for doing the prelims! i was wondering how hotvintageladies was going to work with how many submissions you got. it’s also really interesting to see who got submitted sans propaganda across the decades, too

Crucial things to know before Round 1 hits on Saturday:

There will be 512 hot women in Round 1. Yes. I know.

540 women were submitted who fit the criteria. For context, the Hot & Vintage Men Tournament started at ~320 men. To be honest, it could get a bit overwhelming—I'm going to stagger the polls and hopefully it won't get too annoying, but if you need a break, block the tag #ladies 1.

For the early rounds, I'm not including all the propaganda I received. This tournament received so many submissions (2500+ photos for 540 women) I cannot post it all without breaking Tumblr—or me. For Round 1, I'm including 5 photos maximum for each hot lady. I know this is a bummer, and I'm sorry if I don't include a photo you sent in, but this is the only way I can do it. If you submitted a pic you really wanted in the post, you can still reblog the poll and add it there.

If you can't believe I didn't use a photo you sent in, sometimes I couldn't open the photo or had trouble downloading the image. I'm sorry if this happened. Same guidelines as above—add it in a reblog and I'll boost what I can.

The views expressed in the text propaganda are not my own. You all should know this by now, but since there are new followers here, I feel like it needs to be explicitly stated. I don't submit my own propaganda text, and I don't alter what's submitted beyond fixing spelling mistakes. If you hate a poll bio or a pic, let me know and send me something I can use instead.

Read my FAQs. Wonder why I'm including a woman who morally sucked? Read the FAQs! Want to send in nasty propaganda? No you don't! Read the FAQs! They're in my pinned post and they're a good time; I'll be updating them tonight, but they mostly remain consistent bracket to bracket.

[naryrising]

Lots of people give shoutouts to their commenters, to the folks who bookmark and kudos their works, to their betas and so on. Today I want to thank the people who subscribed to me as an author, and who stay subscribed no matter what I post. You're the real MVPs here.

As an author it would be discouraging if it weren't so hilariously predictable: I post a work (any work at all) -> I lose a subscriber (or two, or three...). I get it, I really do. They probably subscribed to me for a specific thing (a fandom, a pairing, a type of fic) and they just got something that wasn't that. Maybe they had forgotten I existed until that subscription email showed up and they were like, "oh, this asshole," I don't know. I just know that it's extremely funny to me, in a "you have to laugh so you don't cry" way.

I know I jump around a lot and don't consistently write in the same fandoms, or the same genres, so probably that discourages people from staying subscribed. I'm not doing this to be marketable - I could probably tailor my output for maximum audience appeal but I wouldn't be having fun anymore. Still, knowing that there are X number of people who have agreed to get an email any time I post something is a big encouragement for me, and it's kind of a bummer when number go down.

So here's to the subscribers who take a look at whatever bullshit I just threw into their inbox and say "enh, this one isn't for me, but maybe their next one will be!" and stay subscribed anyway. I hope I'll write something you enjoy in the future! I love you!

[nartothelar]

Not sure if this has been said before but so thankful you’ve been tagging OC stuff for a while now. Really appreciate your effort to mute certain things for folks.

Bit of a bummer that I miss some of your stuff but sometimes you can’t get them all.

Np! I try to tag things as much as I can when it’s requested! Curate your own space the way you like for maximum happiness 💖

[bunbunlittleone]

Hi BunBun, long term fan and not a first time caller... TF Asks! 4 What got you interested in TF?

13 What excites you about TF?

37 Favorite thing to TF into?

Hello hello hypno-potion, thank you for the asks!!

4. What got you interested in TF?

Bummer answer: I grew up as a chronically ill genderqueer kid in a deeply religious environment which lead to a really not okay relationship to my body. I've been fantasizing about TF for forever because it always seemed like the best kind of escapism, escape from your own body and self.

Non bummer answer: Thankfully that escapism was illustrated eeeeverywhere in the media around me! I was super inspired and comforted by stories like Nimona, El Goonish Shive, Maximum Ride, The Odyssey, the Buffy episode where they become their Halloween costumes, and anything with werewolves. Also playing different characters and shapeshifters in DnD.

13. What excites you about TF?

Magic, loss of control, new headspaces, power exchange, intelligence loss, new sensations, masochism, identity alteration, the fun challenge of making it feel real with hypnosis, objectification, that feeling of looking in the mirror and seeing something else, what's not to like!

37. Favorite thing to TF into?

No wrong answers really! The act of being transformed is often more spicy to me than the end result. Favorite varies day to day, but I'd say today's favorite is robot! I want someone digging around in my wiring💕

[transgenderer]

okay so i was trying to figure out which two points you can drive between are farthest apart. my first guess was thurso UK to singapore (about 6k miles, so only half the hypothetical maximum), but when i put it into google maps it refused to calculate a route, through fiddling around i eventually figured out it refuses to calculate paths between india and pakistan of any sort. from what i can tell online, you COULD cross the border in a car, at wagah (and only at wagah!) but in 2019 they closed it fully and now you can only cross by foot!

anyway, if you allow for crossing at wagah thurso-singapore is about 216 hours of driving

anyway thats definitely not the real answer, you can go from capetown to omsukchan russia, which is 9700 miles. note that google refuses to calculate it directly, you have to do a chain of stops in the middle (presumably has an automatic timeout when theres too many roads to consider). i THINK omsuckchan is the easternmost point (before the date line) accessible by road but its hard to tell. once they finish the anadyr highway (well. finish and highway are both generous terms) itll be a full 10k miles! very near the maximum possible

anyway. the russian far east is a bummer. some excerpts:

Magadan, founded in 1930, was a major transit center for political prisoners during the Stalin era and the administrative center of the Dalstroy forced-labor gold-mining operation.

The Kolyma Highway is colloquially known as the Road of Bones (Russian: Дорога Костей, transliteration: Doróga Kostyéy), in reference to the hundreds of thousands of forced laborers who were interred in the pavement after dying during its construction.[1][2]

[evalevaeva]

Rose | Fuma

this was because a certain someone made me scream over fuma at 4am :"

That morning wasn't anything special. The toast didn't burn and the jam didn't taste strange. The sun was up and the radio blasted boring songs as you yawned. You couldn't help but feel the exhaustion engulfing you as you took a bite of your toast. Mid-terms weren't the best, and with your entire academic career betting on pathetic results that would be released that day, you couldn't help but feel tired from the lack of sleep.

The ringtone of your phone made you flinch as your droopy eyes widened as you took the phone and saw your usual alarm to wait for the newspaper boy. Your parents never liked buying newspapers from the convenience store, and the neighbourhood council recently hired a new paperboy. Rumours spread like wildfire at school that the paperboy was good looking, and tall. That interested you as you shifted your weight on your heels, hands behind your back as you whistled quietly. You couldn't help but feel a little excited as you waited outside. Your school uniform had several wrinkles, but that wasn't the main concern at the moment.

"Your paper is here miss!" A mature voice could be heard as you looked up to see a boy in a cream coloured school uniform on his blue coloured bicycle. The basket at the front of the bicycle contained many rolls of newspapers, making the boy's job a breeze.

The boy grabbed one of the rolls as he rolled it on the pavement to you, not wanting to throw it as other paperboys traditionally do, not wanting to accidentally hit you.

You froze. It felt like a K-Drama moment as your eyes were glued onto the boy that passed your house for a maximum of four seconds. He was indeed good looking. That seemed like an understatement. Beautiful? Gorgeous? Ethereal? Yeah, that's the one. He seemed ethereal as he passed on the bicycle and it almost felt like love at first sight.

"Woah," you couldn't help but mutter as you placed a hand on your chest, feeling your heartbeat. It felt like drums banging in your ears as you turned to the side, only to meet the stare of your elderly neighbour, who watched in curiosity at your weird behaviour.

You smiled awkwardly and waved as you ran to pick up the newspaper and ran back into the house.

To say you had an interest for the boy was definitely a true statement. You found yourself sitting on the steps earlier than the given timing, not wanting to miss him, almost every single day.

He didn't go to your school and that was a bummer. All you knew about him was through the network of gossiping girls in your class.

Your forehead was practically glued to your desk as your classmates began whispering, or loudly talking about their personal business.

"I heard that newspaper boy has a girlfriend," One of the girls finally changed the topic from the boring subject they had been talking about from the past four days. This made your head spring up from the desk as you leaned to your right, not turning your head from facing the board, but close enough to the point you could hear them without much difficulty.

"His name is Fuma. Aw~ what a cute name! No wonder he's so cute," One of the girls giggled back as the group giggled at his name.

"Gross, even a name could make them burst out giggling," You mumbled in annoyance as one of the quieter girls began speaking.

"He's from Hybe Academy. He's smart and good looking?! He's bestowed with all the gifts of this world!" The quiet girl spoke, VERY LOUDLY, as that statement began making you wonder about something.

You sat on the steps of your front door as you sat, waiting for Fuma while deep in thought. What you didn't expect was to be greeted with a newspaper to the face. You couldn't help but yell as you fell backwards, head hitting the wooden door as you groaned in pain. The back of your head felt like it was throbbing as you heard the loud sound of bicycle brakes squeeking.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry! I swear I didn't mean to throw it at your face! I didn't see you because you were usually standing, so I threw it thinking you weren't waiting today, I sincerely apologise!" A guy's voice was heard as you opened your eyes to see Fuma in front of you, in his usual cream coloured uniform, and his bicycle parked on the road as his eyes darted around your face, checking for visible injuries.

Your faces were inches away as you suddenly stood up and dusted of your skirt, adjusting your hair with your hands as you reassured him, "I'm alright, it's not your fault. It's okay, I won't report you for attacking me on the job or something,".

That joke went right over Fuma's head as he began worriedly looking at you.

"I was joking..." You said awkwardly as he sighed in relief.

"If you're alright, then I'm relieved. My name is Fuma, and I'm... your paperboy? I know your name, since I see it on my list everyday" Fuma introduced himself as he held out his hand.

You looked at his hand as you smiled, taking it, "So you're my paperboy? Specifically?". Fuma laughed as he tilted his head, putting his hands in his uniform pants as he joked, "Why not? I'll only give you the most perfect paper, no wrinkles and no tears,".

That encounter was enough to start a whole friendship. Soon, Fuma would send newspapers to every house before making a turn to your house and talking to you before you left to school.

That didn't last long.

You twisted the key to your house door, hearing a click as it locked. You turned to walk to the road, placing one earbud in your ear as you walked down the steps of the pavement until you heard the sound of a bicycle bell. You looked up to see Fuma on his bicycle, basket empty.

You were confused. He already came by for his usual morning conversation, why was he here?

"I'll give you a ride to school. I know you usually take the bus, but my bicycle is faster, and you have a cute rider to accompany you! That's like a two for one deal," Fuma explained as he motioned you to sit on the back seat behind him.

If a doctor were to examine your heart rate at that current moment, you would either be diagnosed with High Blood Pressure or a heart attack. You swallowed your saliva as you walked up to his bicycle, pulling your leg over the seat.

"Give me your bag, I know it's heavy," He told you with a smile as he turned his body slightly. Your face was heating up, and it wouldn't be surprising if he had already noticed. He was making your heart do bzckflips, your brain yelling and hollering as you handed over your purple bag to him.

"Let's go!" Fuma said excited as he pushed on the pedal, making you nearly lose balance as your hands instinctively wrap around his waist. The wind was blowing on his face as his hair bounced. You leaned your cheek on his back as you tried to calm yourself down from the excitement of being with him and the jumping of your heart rate.

"Do you... want to listen to music?" You asked as Fuma nodded, a smile plastered on his face as he made sure not to make any sudden brakes that could make you shocked. You reached for the second earbud as you placed it in his ear. Your cheek was on his back once again as the other earbud was in your ear.

"If you need a lover, let me know. I could treat you better, steal you roses everyday." The lyrics of Rose played in the both of your ears as Fuma made a turn down the road, passing the various cars driving into the school as students on the pavement began gasping at the sight of you and the heartthrob newspaper boy, Fuma, on a bike together.

"I might not have a fancy car, but I fancy you, so give me a chance, if you need a lover, baby" The song ended as Fuma pressed on the brakes, placing his foot on the ground.

"We reached so quickly, too quickly for my liking," Fuma muttered as you released your hold on his waist and got off the bicycle.

"Thank you for the ride Fuma. Maybe you were right, I arrived way earlier than usual," You smiled as you laughed, covering your face as Fuma simply stared.

His heartbeat quickened as he coughed, looking away, trying to cover up the pink that was climbing up his face. He grabbed your bag from the basket in front as he handed it to you. He reached to pat your head as he said, " Good luck today, study hard!".

You smiled as you waved at him, expecting him to leave but he seemed as if he had something to ask you.

"Hey, did you remember when I accidentally threw that newspaper at you?" Fuma suddenly asked, his eyes glued to the ground. You nodded, how could you forget? That was the first time the both of you had a conversation together.

"Remember how I said I was your paperboy? As in, yours?" He continued as you responded softly, "Yes, well what are you getting at?".

Fuma inhaled deeply as he looked up to look at your eyes, "Go out with me,".

That was the last thing on the spinning wheel of, 'what does Fuma want to say?!?!?' , and it was enough to send you into a coughing fit, choking on your saliva as Fuma soothed your back, trying to save you from dying after his confession.

"Go out? As in, dating?" You questioned as he nodded.

"Dating. Boyfriend, Girlfriend. Together," He stated as you couldn't help but break into a smile.

"Fine, but only if you send me every day!" You teased as Fuma put his forehead on yours, your noses touching, "Anything for you, dear. "

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why do my endings always suck absolute ASS BRO 'lets go out' WHAT AM I GETTINF AT ITS SO DUMB anyways fuma brainrot

[notebookmusical]

how have you managed to snag so many eras tickets 😭 i live in london and haven't been able to get a single ticket

i'm really sorry :( i hope you get to go to eras, don't give up hope!! — i ended up seling my tickets for tonight's show via twitter, and i know that's a huge process/everyone is looking there but there are real sellers!

and honestly, just a lot, a lot, a lot, a lot of luck. i wish there was a real answer but it's just. luck. i was lucky to be selected for verified fan for seattle, got tickets through card holder presales for cap one & amex (australia), tried my hand at second chance sales in australia/through ticketek, friends would get off waitlists or get selected for verified fan and would just give me their logins so they didn't have to stress about getting tickets, etc. one of my dear friends got off the waitlist yesterday for today's show, and i ended up snatching two tickets up thinking friends of friends who had vienna tickets might be able to go but they just couldn't sort out flights/accommodation in time which was a huge bummer (hence me running around trying to sell the tickets yesterday).

edit: it looks like if you got off the waitlist and did not buy the maximum four tickets, your code will still work for the other dates! it just looks like there aren't any seats left! so if you know anyone who did get off the waitlist, tell them to keep checking!! 🤍

[dustedmagazine]

Mo Dotti — Opaque (self-release)

Mo Dotti raises a firestorm of guitar racket in this second full-length, cranking out shattering chords and mirage-like wavering walls of sound. It’s hot and intense and somehow made even more so by the floating chill of Gina Negrini’s vocals, which haunt and soothe and slip— edgelessly, frictionlessly — over raging war zones of guitar roar.

That’s not exactly a new combo. In fact, the genre of shoegaze can be defined, more or less, by the pedal altered howl of its guitar sound and the denatured coolness of its singing. Mo Dotti does what My Bloody Valentine, Slowdive and Lush did before them, not breaking the mold but filling it adeptly. If you like this sort of sound, you’ll like Opaque. If you’d rather hear it turned inside out and upside down, keep looking.

But let’s say you’re a fan of what I called “a certain kind of noise-sheened, lullaby-sweet amp roar,” when the first EP came out two years ago. What can you expect from round two?  For one thing, a single with possibly the best shoegaze encapsulating title ever: “Whirling Sad.” Indeed, it whirls, shooting off gossamer trails of melody and noise. The drum-bass center forms a stable axle, while wild sprays of guitar and voice jet off and outward. And yes, it’s also a bit on the moody side, even amid the furor. There’s a melancholy in Negrini’s croon, a greying disappointment in the sheets and layers of enveloping sound. Whirling is an ecstatic practice. Ask any dervish. But the bummer lurks within euphoria; they sleep in the same too-small bed, kicking each other accidentally.

This is a music of layers, of contrasts, of soft clouds of voice drifting over churning turbulence, of aggression drifting off into meditative corners, of the sweaty effort of maximum volume next to an ice-pure dreaminess. I’d only quibble with the title, Opaque, since you can see right through any element of the music to another thing, completely different.

Jennifer Kelly

[streamdotpng]

Hey stream, idk if you’re currently taking writing prompts, but may I ask for a fluffy Wenclair moment from the streamer au?

It’s gonna sound silly, but a show I was watching had two unfortunate ends for love, and it was quite the bummer, literally ending with maximum angst, no comfort. So, yeah, just any kind of fluff, no matter how long.

Also read the “kiss” from the spider au, that’s so good. I’m sure the beast was fully motivated in that chase.

Enid didnt expect much in her mornings, so waking up feeling absolutely refreshed has her perking up immedietely

The werewolf peaked out through her eyes, squinting in the dark trailer and wondered:

Wtf happened

There was a sting of iron in the air and she winced when she saw a few specks of blood clinging into her nails. Ow, hopefully she didn't do much damage and it was her own.

Then she looked down next to her and her apprehension went out the window at what she saw.

Heh, nice.

Enid went back to sleep, curled up against her wife.