#thank you random internet cryptid

[how-is-this-username-not-taken]

Shoutout to @canadiancryptid

For no reason other than finding this account.

[topazadine]

Ah I feel like I should reintroduce myself

Mostly because I kinda forgot what I said in my last one.

Look it's my dog Clark and my giant stuffed duck Ahiru-san (of Bizenverse fame, yes I bought the stupid fictional duck)

Anyway, basic points:

Cam

Ohioan (most important identity)

She/her pronouns

Fantasy author

Pit bull mom

SEO writer

Lesbian

Bipolar

But wait there's more

My hobbies other than writing, in order of how much I manage to do them

Staying up really late

Fighting with people on the internet

Walking my dogs (is that a hobby?)

Yelling at my plants to grow faster

Knitting

Horseback riding

Rock climbing (new! I am still bby)

Photography

Dollhouses

Kayaking

Traveling to underappreciated places

Activities I am fascinated by but do not understand whatsoever (if you have tips or do these things tell me pls)

Archery

Mounted archery

Caving

Ukulele

Embroidery

Spinning yarn

Things that I am deeply curious about

Caves

Superstitions

Human psychology

International conflict

Comparative mythology

Cryptids/ghost stories

Cults (but not joining them)

Bizarre deaths (especially stuff like cave diving deaths)

Stuff I have written that you should read

9 Years Yearning

The Lucretia Cycle

A lot of stuff on AO3

My sorta defunct blog (I moved back to Tumblr lmao)

Medium posts

Random facts about me that no one cares about

I have double eyelashes and a chest tattoo that says "Death to Rapists" in Latin Additionally, I have dyscalculia, which makes it almost impossible to learn languages or play a musical instrument because Brain Don't Work That Way. So it is annoying when people screech about monolinguals and say we're all lazy or whatever. I've tried multiple times to learn multiple languages and it simply does not work. Get off my back pls (random pet peeve) I studied abroad in Scotland on the prestigious Gilman scholarship and it radicalized me against England The main reason I did my Master's degree in International Relations is because they offered me a free year of tuition. This radicalized me against becoming a politician. As an aside, I did my Master's thesis on international human trafficking. Multiple people have told me I'm like a herding dog because I need to be doing something and get sad if I don't have a task My greatest fear is being electrocuted by stepping into a puddle after a rainstorm I get anxious going to the grocery store but have no problem with public speaking (strange) My favorite job I've ever done was an internship working with refugees (love) My dream vacation would be visiting the lava tube caves under Aokigahara, climbing through Buddha's Nostril in Nara, and then petting all the nice deer at Nara Deer Park I would also like to visit Mongolia and eat all their yummy snacks My most hated household chore is laundry Last year, when I went to Blood Prison, I cried because I didn't get scared and it's supposed to be one of the scariest haunted houses - I have a bizarre immunity to haunted houses because I can't suspend my disbelief Whenever I am in pain, I completely forget about the existence of NSAIDs and instead bitch about being uncomfortable until someone (usually my mom) reminds me that modern medicine is real and may in fact have solutions One time I stapled through my hand with a staple gun because I was trying to repurpose a cabinet drawer into a scratching post for my (now deceased) ferrets I am terrified of amusement park rides where you go up in the air but you don't have your feet on anything, like Windseeker at Cedar Point. My primal lizard brain craves the ground. But rock climbing is fine.

Yeah so that's it thanks

[berriusagi]

SCP- 1221 "Ghost" 1

The halls of the facility were dark and barren with only guards posted at the most dangerous of the creatures contained on site. Amongst them a Euclid class creature was held up in his room, the accommodations simple. A single bed, a desk in the corner, and a small shelf of books to keep him entertained. He didn’t mind as he was used to being alone and knew how to keep himself entertained for the most part.

He sat on the floor back against the wall beside the door to his room just staring up at the ceiling, his eyes unfocused. He was bored, had been for the past hour, the scientist and doctors hadn’t cleared any new reading material and you can only read the same story so many times before you start reciting it from memory just to see if you can. It turns out you can if you’ve read that book ten times or so.

He was close to starting to count the number of tiles on the ceiling when he heard the sound of heavy footsteps coming down the hall. They were steady, whoever was walking the halls late at night was confident in where they were going. As he listened to the steps grow closer and closer they began to slow until they came to a stop directly outside his door.

“Hey Ghostie,” a man with a Scottish accent said, the sound of him settling onto the floor on the other side of the door filled the silence of the hall, “Oof my knees aren’t what they used to be.” he chuckled leaning back against the wall beside his door, “So how was your day of testing? I heard they were seeing how your uh… tentacles worked?” he asked, his tone changing on the word tentacles as if he was unsure if that was the proper word to use.

Ghost didn’t reply but felt a small smile pull at his lips as he listened to the Scot ramble on about everything and nothing at the same time. It had been a few months since he was found by the SCP Foundation and he turned himself in. It took only a week for him to start getting his late-night visitor, unprompted and he never needed to speak, the other man was happy to chatter away on his own. He was thankful for a sense of companionship, it helped him from going completely crazy while locked away in the dark all alone at night.

Ghost let the Scot’s rambling fill his head as he relaxed back, closing his eyes and feeling the mist-like tendrils that now always surround him settle and create a comfortable blanket over his body. As he began to drift off at ease with the now familiar sound of a Scottish accent he couldn’t help but think that he was glad it was the Scot to find him all those months ago.

~.~.~.~

Simon was holding himself up in an abandoned cabin in the middle of not even God knew where. He had been stumbling around for the better part of a year since he managed to escape his previous holding. He didn’t know what that Roba guy had done to him but he did know that whatever it was he didn’t want to risk hurting civilians the way he had massacred Roba and his entire facility.

Without an idea of what to do he wandered, kept moving and always stayed off any path that would lead him towards civilization. He’s become a type of cryptid or something from the number of times he’s seen random hikers or backpackers in the corner of his eye just staring at him. He knows at least one or two have gotten photos of him so he doesn’t doubt he’s probably found his way on some type of forum.

It’s only a matter of time before people start looking for him, it doesn’t take the internet long to latch onto the latest cryptid and start searching for them. Simon just hopes that by the time they take an active interest in finding him, he’ll be well out of the area and no one will be able to find him. Simon kept clinging to that hope as he looked over the old paper maps he managed to swipe from a campsite during one of his treks through a dense forest. He knows it was a dick move but really he doesn’t care whoever that hiker was that left their map unattended probably had at least one person who would go looking for them.

Simon didn’t have anyone and so he kept moving and didn’t look back. No one would look for him and if he had it his way no one would even know he exists so he can’t cause harm to anyone. He sighed leaning his head back and reaching up rubbing his eyes trying to ease the sting of staring at something for hours with barely a blink. He blew out a soft huff of air as he started folding up the map and shoved it into his pocket. It was getting too dark to read it anyways and he needed to rest his eyes if he was going to be able to head out in the early morning anyways.

Simon couldn’t say for how long he was asleep when he heard the sound of feet crunching through the underbrush of the forest outside. He knew it was still the middle of the night too early for him to be awake just yet and even earlier for anyone not on the run to be awake and moving. He held his breath as he slowly leaned up to look out the broken and cloudy window of the cabin he was hiding in even with his eyes accustomed to the dark he had trouble picking out the source of the sound.

For a moment he almost thought it was maybe a bear or even a stray deer but he just couldn’t shake the feeling that it was something worse. It might have been some of Roba’s lackeys he didn’t know about. He held his breath as he tried to find the source of the noise and when he couldn’t hear anything his pulse only quickened, his heart thudding painfully in his chest as the mist-like tendrils he had gotten used to began to wrap around him like a second skin to protect him.

A silent forest is never a good sign.

~.~.~.~

Ghost was startled awake when the door to his room was opened, a small group of soldiers stepping in with guns at the ready protecting the white-coated scientist as he entered. Ghost never bothered to learn the names of any of the soldiers or scientists that would come and go. Never felt the need to build a relationship with any of them since he knew he could be terminated at any moment.

“Ah good morning Ghost,” the doctor smiled though it didn’t seem to reach his eyes, “So glad to see you awake now come along we have some testing to do,” he said waving him along as the soldiers ushered him out of his room and down to the testing area.

Ghost followed with minimal issue keeping his hands shoved in his hoodie pockets as he walked down the hall, the guards following him on either side with their guns at the ready for if he tried to do anything. Ghost didn’t have any plans to cause trouble, he never wanted to hurt anyone he just wanted to stop being hurt. He did only as much as he needed to protect himself, now at least.

“Now, Ghost, go ahead and enter the room and we’ll begin running our tests.” the scientist smiled as the guard closest to the door opened it as the others shoved him forward.

Ghost didn’t struggle and walked into the room looking around at the solid white walls as the door was closed and locked tightly behind him. He didn’t know what kind of testing they were doing, they never told him anything about the tests he was doing. They never caused any harm but this time felt different, they were more… hostile in getting him for this test. 

As he turned to look at the door to maybe find out what they were planning he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the series of remote ballistics aimed at him.

“What the fuck is this?” he asked his voice rough and strained from misuse.

“We need to see just how durable you are, Ghost.” the scientist's cheerful voice filtered through the speakers, “You’ll be fine don’t worry they’re not rounds designed to kill,” he said.

Ghost's eyes widened as one of the guns readjusted and fired at him.

~.~.~.~

Simon moved through the forest as quietly as he could trying not to draw any attention towards him. A silent forest is a bad sign, you don’t travel through remote areas as often as he did without learning that. He didn’t know what was out in the woods but he knew it wasn’t good and he needed to move and fast.

Moving quickly and quietly he traveled as much ground as he could moving closer to the sound of life, Towards the distant sound of owls and the buzzing of bugs towards where the forest sounded like it was alive. His tendrils kept close to his skin wriggling and at the ready to protect him. He kept his stance low and his head on a swivel so he wouldn’t get blindsided by anything.

As he neared the edge of a clearing he paused noticing a group of heavily armed men all standing around a creature sedated and locked in a large cage. He kept low and watched from behind a tree as the men all worked to load the creature up into a large armored van. Once it was locked away safely the men started joking, appearing more at ease now that whatever they had been sent out to find was secured.

“Soap!” a man shouted from across the clearing, “wrap it up we need to head back to the base and get this thing in containment.”

One of the armed men, Soap, turned and threw his hand up giving him a thumbs up, “Aye got it, Captain!” he nodded his thick Scottish accent carrying across the clearing. “We’ll get this little thing back and safely out of reach of the masses soon enough.” he laughed.

Simon’s eyes widened when he heard Soap mention that they would be locked away from the public wherever it is they captured. He moved silently trying to get closer to see if he could figure out just who these people were. As he neared one of the large armored vans he could see a large emblem on the side and the letters SCP Foundation.

“Who’s there?” the captain from before shouted, Simon froze his eyes slowly moving to look down the barrel of the gun trained on him. He slowly raised his arms keeping his hands visible.

“Get out here where I can see you,” he ordered the other armed men all turning and training their weapons on him.

Simon nodded slowly, getting to his feet and walking out keeping his hands visible. As he got closer the men all kept their weapons trained on him. His eyes slowly traveled across the group of men pausing just for a moment at the man he noticed earlier.

“What are you doing out here son?” The captain said his eyes tracking the misty wisps of darkness floating off Simon's head.

Simon eyed the group and chose to keep his eyes trained on the captain while he spoke, “What do you people do? What are you going to do with that creature?” he asked.

“What does it matter to you?” one of the soldiers spat, keeping his gun trained on Simon’s head.

“Shut up!” the captain snapped at the soldier, keeping his attention focused on Simon, “Why do you want to know that son?” he asked, keeping his voice level.

Simon’s eyes darted from each soldier for a moment before settling on the captain again, “I don’t want to hurt anyone.” he said

“Was that a threat?” the soldier growled.

“I said shut up!” the captain shouted glaring at the soldier, “What do you mean?” he asked, gentling his tone as he looked back at Simon.

Simon sighed, eyeing the soldier as he lowered his hands pressing his wrists together and presenting them to the captain. He kept his mouth quiet and just watched him waiting for them to do something.

The one soldier named Soap raised an eyebrow confused, “what in the bloody hell?” he muttered looking over at his Captain, “he’s just turning himself in?” he asked.

The Captain sighed, glancing around at his men, “Cuff him we’ll take him back to the facility.” he said, “Do NOT hurt him.” he said glaring at his soldiers before waving for Soap to follow him to their van.

Simon let out a soft sigh of relief as he was ushered towards one of the armored vans by the soldiers.

~.~.~.~

Ghost groaned curled up on his bed, his body aching and sore from the rounds they shot at him. It was late in the evening again, everyone either had long gone to sleep or had already stationed themselves in front of their assigned cells. Ghost closed his eyes trying to force himself asleep hoping that the pain would lessen by morning but knowing all too well that it’ll only worsen with time.

He lay in bed for what felt like hours hoping to find sleep when he heard the sound of footsteps nearing his room. He relaxed a little as he listened to Soap settle outside his door, the sound of his nightly ramblings beginning to fill the silence. Ghost felt himself ease into a light sleep enjoying the accented man’s words as the misty tendrils blanketed his form.

Outside his room, Soap was smiling as he just talked to talk, he knew Ghost wasn’t really listening and was probably asleep. He never really spoke to him, keeping his thoughts locked away for no one to know. He had heard of the testing they did and wanted to try and ease Ghost’s pain in any way he could. If that meant being a distraction then so be it. Soap knew this place wasn’t always the best, some scientists were closer to sadists than men of intellect.

Soap leaned back against the door tapping his fingers on his thighs as he talked until he eventually ran out of things to say. The hour was late and he knew he was cutting it close to the next rotation of guards so got to his feet, “Hope you're sleeping well Ghostie.” he said gently patting the door before making his way down the hall.

~.~.~.~

Ghost stared down at one of the few books he had trying to occupy his mind and keep himself busy. He wasn’t needed for any testing, which thank fucking God, and so he needed something to not go stir crazy. As he tried to force himself to read he picked up on some talking outside his room. It was unusual for guards to come down his wing since he was there voluntarily and didn’t need any kind of security.

Getting to his feet he walked over to the door listening as the pair made their way down the hall talking to each other.

“Did you hear about that one Scottish guy?” one said, his voice carrying a weird accent that was hard to place.

“You mean the one that’s in deep shit for tampering with the cameras?” The other said his accent sounded vaguely American.

Ghost’s eyes widened as he listened, the misty tendrils around him beginning to create a thick black miasma that began to pour off him, shrouding him in darkness.

“Yeah, that one.” The first one said, “Yeah turns out he was already on thin ice for something else and this was like the final straw they demoted him.”

“No shit really? What’d they do to him?”

“Dude,” he said, his tone carrying the air of him rolling his eyes, “You know what they do when they demote a soldier. He went into the D-Class pool. I heard they were going to use him for a test with SCP-682 so you know he’s going to die.”

Ghost felt his heart stutter in his chest, the miasma spreading creating a large swirling portal at his feet. He didn’t even try to fight it as his body sank into the dark pool of shadows.

Across the facility, Soap sighed as he was guided down the hall toward what was going to be his final resting place. In the stomach of an unkillable lizard, or more likely torn to shreds and left to rot in pieces. There wasn’t much he could do even if he tried to run they would just hunt him down and make what was left of his life even closer to hell.

‘I lived a good life,’ Soap thought as they grew closer to his demise, ‘I think at least,’

As he took another step he felt his foot sink into something soft, confused he looked down his eyes widening at the large black pool of shadows below him. As he was shoved forward by the guards to keep walking he stumbled, slipping through the shadows, his body feeling weightless before he landed in someone's arms.

Soap blinked looking up at who caught him, his eyes widening as he saw the skull-masked face of Ghost smiling down at him.

“Hello Johnny,” he said, his voice rough and soft. Ghost readjusted his hold on Soap holding him close to his chest as the black shadows surrounded them plunging them into darkness.

“What’s going on?” Soap asked his head whipping around as he tried to see where the shadows were taking them.

“I’m getting us out of here.” Ghost said as the shadows started to clear, revealing a clearing in some forest in the middle of nowhere, “I couldn’t let them kill you.”

“You gave yourself over willingly, why are you running away?” Soap asked, looking up at him confused about why he saved him.

“I didn’t care if their tests kept hurting me, I just didn’t want to hurt others, but they were going to kill you, Johnny.” Ghost said, setting Soap on his feet and reaching for the cuffs binding his hands, “I couldn’t have you dying. You’re what made it bearable to be there.”

Soap blushed watching as the misty tendrils surrounding Ghost’s hands weaved into the cuffs, wriggling around before they clicked open and dropped to the forest floor, “So if we’re on the run what do we do now?” he asked looking up at Ghost as he rubbed his wrists.

“We’ll figure it out for now, let's get moving.” Ghost said, ushering Soap along into the forest.

Soap nodded following him, keeping in step beside him as they started their hike through the trees. He was able to walk in silence for a few short moments before he started clicking his tongue and snapping his fingers feeling antsy at the lack of noise, “So,” he said drawing out the word, “You broke out because you like me?”

Ghost chuckled shaking his head as he looked down at Soap his eyes crinkling at the corners from his smile, “Yeah Johnny,” he said leaning down so their faces were mere centimeters apart from each other, “I did this all because I like you,” he said gently pressing his face into the crook of Soap’s neck holding him close for a moment before pulling away, “we can talk more when we find somewhere to settle for the night.”

Soap blinked his blush starting to spread down his neck as he nodded, “Uh yeah okay” he coughed following Ghost as he started walking again, “Oh wait since you’re not at the facility anymore what should I call you?”

Ghost hummed as he looked down at Soap for a moment before looking forward again, “Name used to be Simon.” he said.

Soap smiled wide, stepping closer to gently bump against Ghost’s side, “Simon huh?” he said, “I like it, I think I’ll call ya Si since you insist on calling me Johnny.” he chuckled.

Ghost shook his head smiling softly as he reached over slinging an arm around Soap’s shoulders, “Yeah that's fine I guess.”

[silcosprincess]

Hello! Could I get a romantic Matchup please?

so I’m Lexi and here’s what I look like!👇

I’m 24, straight, she/they, 5’4, & INTJ

Pros? I’d say I’m playful, have a weird sense of humour, talkative, loyal as a dog, great listener, I smile a lot (while ironically having a resting bitch face), sarcastic, and most would probably describe me as either adorable yet cursed or adorably cursed. I’m definitely not a stranger to being called a cryptid lol

Neutral? I’m very sensitive, socially awkward, tend to ramble a lot, I can be a bit of a pack rat (I tend to keep a lot of unnecessary things either out of sentimental value or just cause it think it’s neat even if other people think it’s just junk 🤷🏾‍♀️), and I’m a bit of a perfectionist (but only towards myself).

Cons? I’m shy, anxious, a little clumsy, stubborn, non-confrontational (unless truly needed which I go kinda overkill sometimes), and can be petty/passive-aggressive

Likes/Hobbies: Info-dumping, Playing bass, Internet Icebergs, retro technology, DIY projects, music, art, photography, and horror movies

Dislikes: Being underestimated, people who take themselves too seriously, my passions/interests being mocked, being interrupted, and...country music? 🤷🏾‍♀️

Fun facts about me:

* Sometimes I write music (mainly just basslines though)

* I once accidentally won an art show (Yes I do mean accidentally. Long story)

* Erm…I used to work at a daycare? (For about 3 weeks 🤡)

* I once took a trip to Spain and joined a weed club 😎🤙🍃

Hope that was enough info! Thanks in advance!

Hello and thank you for requesting! <3 @killer-qu33n-of-disaster

I match you with:

🖤Ekko🖤

You two met whenever you were looking for retro tech in the under city, the haunting energy piqued your curiosity. You stumbled upon a salvage area near the Firelight's hideout, and Ekko spotted you. He was torn between curiosity and concern, as he'd never seen you before and you were really close to his hideout. He still had a wound from the day before, but he mustered up the courage to go up and talk to you anyway. As you two talked and he knew you weren't a threat, he welcomed you into the hideout and you spent a lot of time helping him around and getting to know him, which eventually turned into a sweet bond between you.

He really enjoys your vibe and sarcastic banter, and the both of you have so many inside jokes that nobody else gets. He really appreciates that you can smile even through the intensity of life in Zaun. You both exude a lot of ride-or-die energy. While Ekko is shouldering a lot of responsibility with the firelights, he really admires your loyalty and resilience. You encourage him to relax and let himself laugh even when things get rough, something not many people can do for him.

Whether it's your bass playing or you working on DIY projects, he absolutely loves watching you create things and thinks your passion for "odd" things and bits is really cute, and also really aligns with his tinkering tendencies. You two once spent hours just turning scrap metal and such for a really cute music box for one of the orphans in the hideout, and it's one of his favorite memories.

This guy is so smitten with you, he gets captivated just by how you talk with him sometimes. He loves the way you can soothe him with a deep conversation but still make him laugh with random witty remarks, and he would never mock your awkward moments, but instead try his best to make you feel safe in them, so that you know he doesn't think you're a weirdo and he isn't judging you.

I think his spontaneity balances out your introspective side really nicely, and he loves that despite being reserved at first, you become very talkative with him and about topics you love, and he loves to see how your face lights up whenever you're rambling about whatever you're interested him. It just makes him happy to see you happy, honestly, and he also finds the stuff you talk about pretty interesting too. He could listen to you ramble for hours.

Since he knows you hold in your emotions at times, he might sometimes try to push you to speak your mind if he really thinks you're being treated unfairly. He won't force you of course, but he just thinks that you deserve so much better than some people at times and he just wants you to know your worth! He will always try his best to be patient and understanding if you clash with him, though.

The both of you really care for one another, so sometimes you might keep stresses private to "protect" the other, but over time you both learn to be more open with each other and learning to share burdens equally becomes a meaningful lesson, and helps your bond to grow even deeper.

Overall, the two of you have a very fun relationship, and you're always his favorite addition to his not-so-little hideout! And while Ekko is under a lot of stress, having you there with him helps him to remember to smile everyday and he hopes he does the same for you, since your smile is his favorite.

Thank you again for requesting and I hope you enjoyed it!!!

[i-need-death]

We're Doomed from A.I

So I've asked A.I to give me reasons on why this site is a purgatoryscape, heavenscape, hellscape, and limboscape. Safe to say, we're screwed if A.I can even ESTIMATE how odd tumblr is.

Here are some reasons Tumblr is both wildly bizarre and endlessly captivating:

1. The Lore-Generating Machine

Tumblr can turn anything into an epic saga. Whether it’s a screenshot of someone’s typo or a random observation about frogs, users collectively expand the joke until it’s a sprawling, pseudo-mythological universe. Examples include the Horse Plinko discourse or the inexplicable rise of Goncharov (1973), a completely fictional Scorsese film that now has fanfiction, fan art, and detailed analyses.

2. Inside Jokes That Defy Reality

Tumblr is a place where jokes have no punchline, yet they thrive. Classics like:

“I like your shoelaces.” “Thanks, I got them from the president.”

The ominous phrase “do you love the color of the sky?”

And "Bees???? Bees." These are utterly incomprehensible to outsiders, but to users, they're shorthand for shared chaos.

3. Unapologetically Chaotic Creativity

Tumblr users will take a simple concept and run with it. It’s home to Shakespearean shitposts, cross-fandom debates, and anthropomorphized internet phenomena like the "Tumblr Userbase Hive-Mind," which users half-jokingly treat as a sentient entity.

4. Fanfiction and Shipping Culture

Tumblr revolutionized fandom spaces. It’s where tropes like “tag yourself” or AO3 comment memes originated, and every conceivable (or inconceivable) romantic pairing has a home. It’s also the birthplace of some iconic fanon—just look at the memes surrounding Supernatural, Destiel, or Sherlock.

5. Tags Are Their Own Medium

Tumblr’s tag system isn’t just for organization; it’s for thoughts too wild for the post itself. People write essays, crack jokes, or scream incoherently in the tags. Example:

Post: “I love frogs.” Tags: #FROGS ARE JUST. SO. #have you ever seen one???? #they’re like tiny green philosophers on legs.

6. The Unholy Blend of Wholesome and Cursed

Wholesome: "Look at this cute picture of a cat I saw today!"

Cursed: “What if that cat was God? Anyway, here’s a cursed drawing of him eating a cheesecake.”

7. The Great "Website of Contrasts"

Tumblr oscillates between:

Beautiful, profound art and poetry.

Shitposts that read like they were written at 3 AM after a gallon of coffee. Sometimes these two things are the same post.

8. Everyone’s a Comedian, Philosopher, and Cryptid

Tumblr humor thrives on being purposefully obtuse, self-deprecating, or eerily wise in ways that make you laugh and then question your existence. Examples:

“The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell. But what powers you?”

"If you're feeling useless today, remember: someone made a ladder for a snake."

9. Absence of Algorithms = Pure Chaos

Without TikTok’s or Instagram’s hyper-targeted algorithms, Tumblr feeds are a free-for-all. You could scroll past a poignant essay on queer identity, a Doctor Who gifset, and a post screaming, “CRABS ARE THE FINAL FORM OF EVOLUTION,” all in the same minute.

10. It Just Doesn’t Care

Tumblr is a place where cringe doesn’t exist, and sincerity can coexist with irony. It's a space where people post their deepest secrets or scream into the void—and others validate them with notes, reblogs, or completely unhinged additions.

11. Everything Is Canon and Nothing Is Real

On Tumblr, you can claim something ridiculous—like, “In the 1600s, people used to eat tulip bulbs like apples”—and people will roll with it. Whether it’s fact or fiction is irrelevant because it’s funny.

In short, Tumblr is a digital chaos void where sincerity, irony, creativity, and humor collide—and somehow, it works.

[ladytp]

Thank you for the tag @littlefeatherr! But uh oh, I don't really have a regular repeat playlist to mention... I listen to the internet radio favourite channels, and sometimes a random Spotify playlist. I do have a list of podcasts on Spotify though, so I list a random 10 from there:

Fall of Civilizations by Paul Cooper (currently listening)

The History of Byzantium by Robin Pierson (listening whenever he drops a new episode)

Byzantium & Friends by Anthony Kaldelist (recently started listening)

Betwixt The Sheets: The History of Sex, Scandal & Society by Kate Lister (not yet listened)

The Cryptid Factor by Rhys Darby, Dan Schreiber and Leon Kirkbec (listening whenever a new episode is dropped)

A History of Italy by Mike Corradi (not yet listened)

The History of China by Chris Stewart (not yet listened)

The History of Rome by Mike Duncan (listened in full)

History of the Papacy by Stephen Guerra (not yet listened)

The Making of the Islamic World by Chris Gratien (not yet listened)

I tag anyone who wants to play - podcasts or songs!

Okay, so. Rules. Shuffle your on repeat playlist and post the first 10 tracks, then tag ten people.

Thanks to @randomfoggytiger for tagging me!

Emoji of a Wave ~ John Mayer

The Weight of Us ~ Sanders Bohlke

Heather ~ Conan Gray

Labyrinth ~ Don Davis

Landslide (Live on PBS in Boston) ~ Fleetwood Mac

I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me) ~ Morgan Harper-Jones

Clarinet Concerto in A Major, Adagio - Wolfgang Mozart

Let It Be Me ~ Ray LaMontagne

look up ~ Joy Oladokun

The Road ~ Nick Cave & Warren Ellis

For those curious few, the repeat playlist is titled Vincent & Diana. The muse approves. 😉

I'm tagging... @habitofmind @nobodysuspectsthebutterfly @kateofthecanals @daisies-cats-and-spacemen @storybycorey @dd-is-my-guiltypleasure @xxsksxxx @tossingmyglossymane @littlefeatherr @cecilysass

Don't play if you don't want to. No pressure.

[luminescentauthor]

consider: Jason Todd, son of Bruce Wayne, is way more of a cryptid than Batman, so far as Gotham is concerned

basically, this is what the average Gothamite knows:

Jason Todd, the first adopted son of Bruce Wayne -- while he did adopt Dick Grayson, his first ward, it wasn’t until Grayson was well into adulthood -- was presumed dead following a tragic incident while he was studying abroad in the Middle East. Then, many years later, Todd returned to Gotham, revealing that he had survived, and took over ownership of the Iceberg Lounge for a few months, and then promptly vanished again. (Everything in this paragraph is canon, btw. Most of it is from RHatO 2016, particularly issue 32.)

Was his death faked? Did Wayne know he survived? Where is he now???? Nobody knows.

If you want to include preboot canon, you can add “Bruce Wayne lost custody of him for a time and he was briefly adopted by Natalia Knight, who was secretly the villain Nocturna; Wayne regained custody after her criminal activities were exposed. Did his disappearance have something to do with her?”

Somehow, Jason’s civilian identity is literally a bigger cryptid than any of their vigilante identities, including Red Hood. The entire family is like “thanks, I hate it!” Jason himself can’t decide if he thinks it’s hilarious or if he hates it.

He nonetheless makes a point to use his actual name for some innocuous thing about once a year, always in completely random places scattered around the globe. Generally he lets one (1) person get a semi-decent picture of him, and then he vanishes again. The internet always blows up over the sighting of the cryptid Wayne son. Jason is enjoying it more than he should. (Barbara will never admit it, but as Oracle, she finds it incredibly funny.)

Vicki Vale is suffering.

[darthstitch]

Strange Things That Happened In History Class

Cryptid Teachers

Professor Gadling had to take a moment. He really did.

It was that or explode into hysterical laughter right that very second and that really wasn't going to help his cause now, was it?

The paper he was trying to grade was supposed to be an essay on the suicide of Crown Prince Rudolf at Mayerling and its indirect effect on World War I. Instead, what he got was "Our Four Cryptid Teachers on Campus."

And a List, which deserved to be quoted in its entirety:

a. Professor Robert "Hob" Gadling - Probably knew Shakespeare IRL; explains why he has such a hate-boner for him

b. Professor Adam Pierson - has an actual motherfucking SWORD hidden somewhere in his clothes (maybe it's like Hammerspace?!!) and might possibly DUEL other immortals; maybe the OLDEST immortal because he talks about ancient EGYPT like he's been there, done that and worn the t-shirt

c. Professor Duncan Macleod - the OTHER sword-wielding immortal

d. Professor Nicholas Chevalier - VAMPIRE?!!! OMG?!!! Also, his Dad is legit creepy and we sincerely believe he's legit a vampire?!!!

Honestly, there was only one, sane, sensible way to respond to this.

Dustin, interesting essay choice there, lad, but I was rather expecting something about poor Crown Prince Rudolf and not speculations about my cryptid status. Incidentally, thank you for realizing that I'm not the Oldest Immortal around, yes, Professor Pierson wears his Ancient Egypt T-shirt with pride and yes, you'd do well to steer clear of Lucien Lacroix, that one gives me the willies.

You have a day to give me the right essay, so chop chop!

2. The Cat Thing

"So maybe his fursona is a cat, did ya ever think of that, genius?!"

"Ahahahaha, right, sure, Steve, he uses meows, purrs and trills like a legitimate language and the cats understand him - this is NOT a fursona thing my friend!"

"Also, Steve-o, I didn't think you knew about things like fursonas..."

"Eh, you've been around the Internet long enough, you pick up on some things, Wheeler."

"So Murphy speaks Cat like legitimately, actually speaks Cat, not just like us humans doing random meows."

"Yep."

"Score 1 for the Cryptid Candidacy! We're adding Murphy to the list."

"Actually, humanity knew how to speak feline once. The knowledge was lost, aeons ago. Isn't that right, Miette?"

"Meow!"

"I could tell you that Story, if you've a mind to listen."

"GYAAAAH!!!!"

3. Typhoon Morpheus

First off, Isabel didn't really actually mean to eavesdrop.

She'd submitted the wrong paper for the classwork they'd done today and while it wasn't as spectacular a mistake as Dustin Henderson's Cryptid List - it was still, obviously, the wrong paper. So she was just hurrying to fix things, although she was a little nervous, because Professor G seemed to be in a bad mood the whole day.

She was just about to knock on the door when she heard:

"Look, Gadling, you gotta do something. Caw!"

That voice sounded oddly familiar.

"Oh, Christ, what now?"

"Whatever it is you two did, fix it, for the love of Murphy. Do you see these feathers, man? I am soaking wet - it's been raining in the Dreaming and it hasn't stopped. Lucienne's already got all the rest of us trying to save the books in the Library from the flooding."

"Raining."

"Yeah. The boss thinks you don't love him anymore. So, boom, cue the rain. Thunder and lightning. Sturm und Drang - the works, you know?"

"Wait. Hang on, he thinks we've broken up?!!"

"Duh? Yeah?!!"

"Oh for Chrissakes, it was just a silly, ridiculous argument - I'm - hey, Matthew, remind me to kiss the stupid out of that idiot. After I yell at him. And kiss him stupid again."

"Reminder set, Other-Boss. Can we go now?"

Isabel told herself she was never, ever, going to speak of this to anyone - even if the fact that she had witnessed Matthew talking was probably enough to confirm Murphy's Cryptid Status on Dustin's stupid list.

4. Stranger Things

"Run this by me again, love," Professor Gadling said, in obvious bewilderment. "You're a Dungeon Master? What is that?"

"Not anything kinky, Professor G! AHAHAHA!" Dustin Henderson said in overly cheerful tones.

Murphy slanted the boy a look of wry amusement. "I think he understands that already."

"He's our DM for Dungeons and Dragons, Professor," said Will Byers. "It's a storytelling game."

"Ah, of course, a storytelling game, why wouldn't His Darkness the Prince of Stories be interested in that?" Professor Gadling said wryly.

"He's the best DM ever," volunteered Iggy Pop. "Like, the way Eddie went down fighting the demobats with Metallica, that was like, truly epic."

Murphy inclined his head in a regal almost-bow. "I can only but inspire. And I rather enjoyed young Eddie's performance. Truly something only a Master Bard could do."

"I'm still dead though!"

"Relax, man, we'll bring you back in flashbacks or something. Or maybe make you into a vampire!"

"Hey, you'd better - because I am this close to writing the Love Song of Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington and posting it on AO3!"

Professor Gadling knew when to give in. "Fine, you can use The New Inn for your session tonight. Just try not to wreck the place while you're off trying to fight the forces of darkness or whatever."

Murphy leaned over to drop a kiss into his hair. "We'll put all the breakables away before we begin our quest anew, dearest."

-end-

Footnote the First: Shortly after Dustin compiled his List of Cryptid Teachers on Campus, a new Professor joined the faculty, having retired from his former tailoring job at Kingsman. His name? Michael Percival Archangelus.

Footnote the Second: Dream of the Endless is not quite sure how he ended up adopting Hob's students and joining their D&D group, but he is quite charmed at their imagination and creativity and thoroughly enjoyed the idea of designing a villain formidable enough to test them.

Footnote the Third: Look, Dream still hadn't quite gotten all the nuances of a healthy relationship but he's at least figured out that minor spats and squabbles do not equate to breaking up and ending things forever. Hob's made sure of that. The kisses definitely helped.

****

Did I also just crossover Forever Knight, Kingsman and Stranger Things into this ridiculousness? Yes, yes I did. Nobody tell Neil.

Also, the "Michael" in this story is the headcanon Michael I came up with for the Lucifer show. Except obviously, this Michael isn't an evil twin douchecanoe but is an actual legit good guy... who uh.... spent a few years with Kingsman.

[roppiepop]

Hi

#9 “Fine, you can use me as a pillow.”- platonic relationship with Damian and Tim please

Hi!!!!! Thank you for coming in!! I didn’t edit this too much but i hope you enjoy!!

Dami + Tim for no. 9

Back when Tim was starting out and Young Justice was still an active thorn in the universe’s side, he contracted a rare alien fever from a random specimen Slobo somehow brought onto the ship.

Well, technically, everyone else got bitten too- but it just so happened that being the ‘squishy human’ of the group does wonders in catching everything with triple potency.

So for the next week or so Tim, as Robin- or in his most vulnerable moments, as Alvin, tried to conduct himself with as much composure as an ill 14-year-old that may or may not have had a bone-deteriorating disease could.

Which meant a lot of channeling one’s inner Batman- stubbornly ignoring symptoms, outright denying anything was wrong, and steadily snapping at anyone who insinuated that he should take a break in any way.

At one point Kon got so mad he was being unreasonable the Kryptonian tried to knock him out cold with repeated fists.

It was one of the most miserable missions in Tim’s life and remembering it now- almost a decade in- he hopes wherever Slobo is, he chokes.

But that’s neither here nor there.

His teenage encounter with designer diseases (extraterrestrial ones, not like, the clench. Was that in the same year? Jesus.) has little bearings towards his situation now.

With the exception of Damian’s stellar theatric reenactment of Teenage Robin in Stage II Thyrgozieitis, that is.

“Did you go to space anytime this month?”

A kick aims to his side. It misses him by a solid 3 inches. “That is the fourth time you’ve asked, Timothy. The answer has not changed.”

Not even laced with a single insult. Tim fears the kid might actually be dying.

Even now he can hear the labor in Damian’s breath, and the tension in the lines of his body that keeps him from shaking. Tim would eat his left boot if a thermal reading now puts him at less than 100 F.

“Stop looking at me, Drake.”

And yikes, back to last name basis.

He turns his head away but still monitors the teen from the corner of his eye. Damian of course, probably notices this (or doesn’t, who can tell how delirious he actually is) but he can’t say anything when it was Tim that let him stay on the op in the first place.

Not that he thinks Damian is any more useful than a vegetable right now though. In fact everyone’s been quite aware that the kid is in no shape to do anything besides basic eating motions.

Tim pushed back from Bruce trying to bench him though. Which understandably got protests from Dick and less understandably from Jason, but he stood firm.

Damian’s been in a weird teenage rebellion phase- one which maybe only really Dick could relate to, since Jason and Tim’s transitional periods was a death and a grief-stricken Fleabag arc- he’s shot up like an internet cryptid and with the change strayed farther and farther from Bruce’s sphere.

The kid’s trying to prove himself. And Tim guesses one of the ways dumb 16-year-olds do that is pushing beyond reasonable limits out of spite.

(Tim would say he never did that at that age, but again, Fleabag arc, who knows what happened there)

But grounding him like a child (despite all logical reason to) might be a nett bad in ways they haven’t even seen yet, so Tim proposed that Damian stay in position, just somewhere that won’t see much action. And then put Tim there too, to make sure he doesn’t get in the way.

This of course puts them down one man, but it’s not like they’re lacking in vigilantes. They should call Helena, this was around her turf anyway.

He presented it in the way that appeals to Bruce the most- mostly logical arguments with a sprinkle of parental skill scolding- and if he alluded to a few past instances with the intention to guilt trip no one can hold that against him.

So this puts them here now, on standby for a signal that will never come.

An imperceptible shiver. It’s the hottest night of the year.

He’s let the kid maintain his dignity for the past few hours, but the tug of concern is almost clawing at this point.

“Damian, maybe you should step farther from the ledge.”

It’s through grit teeth when the teen replies, “It’s fine.”

Not for the first time this night Tim considers telling him he’s on glorified baby watch just to get him to stand down, but that won’t help the situation now.

He pulls the kid back by the shoulder. The resistance is barely anything of note. “At least sit down properly.”

“This is inefficient. We won’t be able to see anything.”

“Speak for yourself, Gremlin. I’ll keep watch, you go lie down.”

“Ridiculous. It’s better to have two eyes on the situation.”

“Yeah? How well can you actually see right now?”

Damian narrows his eyes and scowls, but doesn’t actually try to argue. That just adds to Tim’s increasing worry.

Whatever Tim’s face did at that thought causes the kid to bristle, hissing “You will not send me back. I refuse to be a liability in the middle of a mission.”

And well. No sending him back via Batmobile then. Change of tactics.

“Look- Damian, it couldn’t be more obvious than a neon sign that you’re sick right now.” And the teen’s face twists at that, Tim pushes forward despite the twinge of guilt.

“You’re still on this mission so I don’t think Bruce knows,” a blatant lie, “But he will if you pass out from your drop and it would get you benched indefinitely if he does.”

“No, shut up.” He says, before Damian can even retort, the scrunched up expression on his visage will only start a fight.

“There’s two of us here. Nothing’s happened yet. Spare your energy for when things actually get rolling and maybe we can get out of this without everyone hounding your ass.”

It’s not his best cover story by far. If Damian was his regular self he would be poking the visible holes in this lie like a toddler’s first encounter with Swiss cheese.

But as it stands now his face smoothens quite a bit, but his eyes are still calculating and the line of his mouth tense.

“Why would you cover for me? I’m sure it’d be much more beneficial for you to rat me out.”

“Leveraging one’s weakness to prop yourself up’s always been more of your thing than mine, Brat.” Tim breathes out, crossing his arms. “And it’d look super bad on me for letting you hang here this long knowing you’re sick. I’m not looking forward to a lecture from Bruce and Dick just because you wanted to be dumb and reckless.”

He sneers the last part to really sell it- it’s too transparent otherwise. Truth is everyone is just really worried and Tim’s simple ruse is one conducted so there would be the least amount of fighting possible.

(And maybe he can appreciate worthless pride.

It’s a Robin thing to grapple with complicated relationships with legacy and relationships with Bruce, and with his own being as complex and multi-layered of a dumpster fire as it was, could he really be blamed for wanting to smooth out Damian’s?)

But those wouldn’t be reasons Damian would reliably believe.

The kid hums. Ruminates, maybe. All the while his expression still stays vaguely sour. But eventually Damian only says. “You swear not to tell anyone about this?”

Tim nods. “As long as you rest up until we have to go.”

A beat of silence. “I am not lying down on this floor.

Hook, line, and sinker.

Tim scoots forward. “Fine, you can use me as a pillow.”

[outercrasis]

Oh what's that? Is it- a fic announcement? You bet it is.

Bonded

Max Phillips x Named F!Reader/OFC (Prudence Walker)

Paranormal Investigation AU

Summary: Prudence travels the country investigating paranormal claims and reports. When you get a call about a possible vampire you don't hesitate to check it out.

What you don't anticipate are things going sideways and getting yourself bound to the vampire for the foreseeable future. If you're lucky, you'll make it out of this ordeal alive.

Rating: Mature/Explicit 18+ (pls see my A/N regarding explicit content)

Warnings: it's a story based on the supernatural and a vampire so things are bound to get bloody, messy, and a bit dark at times. There will be more specific/individual warnings for each chapter, but if you don't like spooky and/or violent things this probably isn't the fic for you.

A/N: Hello there! I am super excited to announce this fic, I've been hard at work on it and to finally be sharing it with all of you is thrilling! First I want to say thanks to @castleamc for listening to me ramble and share random stuff about this fic, it has been very much appreciated, ily bestie 💕

This fic is mostly born out of my love for the supernatural/paranormal. I've been fascinated by it for as long as I can remember, watching Ghost Hunters with my mom as a kid. You can quote me as having said that if money was of no object my dream job would be to travel the US/world investigating paranormal claims, whether they be spirits, cryptids, demons, aliens, or whatever else.

Writing this has more or less become my excuse to fall down internet rabbit holes where the paranormal is concerned. I've also been wanting to write a more linear fic as well as something with Max so this just seemed like a match made in heaven (is that ironic? maybe).

I went with a Named Reader/OFC, as I wanted to flesh out the character a bit more, but I'll be writing in second person so insert away if you please! I really struggled to decide if I wanted this fic to be completely reader insert or an OFC and I think this is a happy medium for me. (I'd be remiss to not shout out @wyn-n-tonic Frizzy Universe & @radiowallet Poorly Wired Circuit for giving me the confidence to write the character this way💕)

There won't be a regular schedule for posting chapters as I'm still working my other series while I write this and I'll need to do research for (most) chapters. Life can easily get in the way of doing things like research and I don't want to make any promises I can't keep!

Regarding E rating: This fic is going to be a slow burner, so if you're expecting smut right away, I'm sorry but you won't find it here. It'll be there when it's natural for the story, not just tossed in for the sake of things (not that I think anyone else does that - I don't, I just want to make things clear here). I'm still rating it as M before that as I don't think it's suited for a general audience and I don't feel comfortable rating it lower when I know there will be sexual content in the storyline.

I'm very excited to start posting this fic and I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do writing it!

Coming soon!

(In the meantime, check out the spotify playlist I made for this fic!)

Everything/Max Phillips taglist: @castleamc @sharkbait77 @librariantothejedi @janebby @spideysimpossiblegirl @roxypeanut @paperbag33 @escapades-to-rivendell   @thisshipwillsail316  @lellowberry @danidrabbles ​ @stevie75 @tintinn16 @doin-stuff

If you'd like to be added to the taglist for this, please fill out my taglist here or reply directly to this post! (This will help me stay organized and not miss tagging you!)

If you'd like to be removed from this taglist, no hard feelings, just let me know however is most comfortable for you 💕

[jimvasta]

Six months on Testosterone

I did an update at five months, here we go again at six months

In case you missed some previous details: I am an older than most ftm medical transitioners. Yep, I left it late mainly because my xennial idiot self had no idea I was trans for a long time - LGBTQ education was illegal when I grew up (Section 28, thanks Thatcher), the internet literally did not exist until I was in secondary school (and was dial up only), and if you get told you’re a tom girl long enough you struggle to figure it out. 

So, I am married, I have children, and a career - I’m your Trans Dad but you youngsters can call me Baba. You can’t tap me for pocket money (my little live in minions have already taken everything), but you can absolutely ask me questions, get moral support (or amoral if required), and if I ever meet you in person I do give great Baba hugs. 

I have been around the block few times and had the usual life disasters here and there. I count myself lucky to have survived this far!

Anyway, six months on T:

Periods are no longer a thing - yay! If I bleed now it’s because I’ve been a dumb arse and injured myself, not because mother nature is being a drama queen.

Hair - So much hair. I was expecting treasure trail and a few hairs on my chest but the extra hairs growing my upper thighs were an eye opener! Fine dark hairs on my upper lip are more fluffy than anything else and I am only shaving to get used to it.

Voice - Oh yes, it’s getting low and the worst of the cracking seems to have gone in the previous month. It may sneak up on me again though, we will have to see.

Strength - Hehe, wrestling matches with the hubby are getting good. I go to the gym and lift weights regularly, I can now match him for strength and he is having to come to terms with me being the bear in this relationship. To be fair, I really don’t think he minds,

Surgery - I see the consult for top surgery in three weeks. Given I have rather large moobs (two children will do that!) it will have to be a double incision and the first quote is £7800. In theory I could wait for the NHS, but I’d like to get surgery before retirement so private funding it is. I will see if I can get an hysterectomy through the NHS, but that’s not such a priority atm. The moobs are a huge dysphoria issue since I feel like they stop me passing and during summer it’s too hot to bind.

Hormones - Obviously, I’m now six months in. I started out on Testogel and it worked but timing when to apply it with gym workouts and an active shift working job was a pain. You can’t shower within hours of applying it which has the potential to make you chose between T levels and feeling icky/sweaty all day. My wonderful specialist laughed at me for making the decision to change just as we got my T levels in the right place and then cheerfully stabbed me in the backside with Nebido. In three months time I will go back for another round. A week later and I am already liking not having to do anything and knowing my T is there.

Random - My body temperature has gone up, I don’t feel the cold so much and I struggle stupidly in the heat. Libido, oh boy, that is crazy and hubby is loving it!  My face shape is changing and fat distribution is giving me a belly and my hips are less obvious, while my shoulders are broadening.

Overall - Passing is hit and miss, hubby informed me I am in the uncanny valley stage of transition. 

My workmates and I are running an experiment with the people we meet on a daily basis. I think it’s mostly women who code me as female and men who code me as male. They think it’s age based and the older a person is the more likely they are to see me as female. Results when we have a large enough study.

Remember, you do you. All my fabulous fellow cryptids, you know you’re beautiful. If you’re younger than me beware, I will adopt you if your biological family are being shitty.

[creek-cryptid-deluxe]

There's something i need to get off my chest, dear followers (and random people & tech savvy cryptids that stumble upon this blog of wonders blindly).

So, I'm about to turn 35 which puts me in the oldest couple years of the notorious & dreaded millenial generation. We are a generation that has watched the rise of the internet & cellphone tech (we got dial up in on our family shared home computer when I was 12 & I got my first cell, a nokia brick, when I was 16 because I had a job & could pay for it). I was 16 when the attack on the twin towers happened. We are a generation that has just accepted that the generations before us ruined things just enough to leave us shafted when it comes to employment, wages, and housing while complaining that we aren't thanking them for giving us the opportunity to be alive. We've come to terms with the fact that it's just how it is. Those are the card we were dealt & we try to work with them to scrape by. Some do better than others, but most of us are & always have lived paycheck to paycheck with considerable debt, constantly terrified of a major unexpected event that could ruin us at any moment.

Some of us are the ones raising gen z (some of the gen xers are, too, but this isn't about them). I personally have a gen z kid, The Spawn, who turns 16 this weekend. Now, being the type of approachable, laid back, open parent I am has afforded me some privileges that other parents might not be so lucky to have. I am introduced to all the friends. They all add me on snap or Instagram, send me memes & funny stuff, and casually talk to me about their lives, problems, thoughts, & views. I'm included in the social circle as an honorary member & they gather at my house regularly & often spur of the moment.

I love this because it gives me an inside look at their thought process, values, attitudes, and code of ethics. I've gotta say, guys, they give me hope for the future. This group of young people is so fascinating, funny, and outright brilliant that I'm 100% sure they will do amazing things, big things, as adults.

Because they've had easy, fast internet access from the start & most have had it in the palm of their hand since middle school (11 yrs old) if not earlier, they've had constant access to all that it offers, including information. They are always up on current events, news, & issues society is facing. They feel very strongly about things.

This generation is kind, compassionate, empathetic, and has a strong sense of social justice. They won't bully someone having a panic attack or going through a depressive episode, chosing instead to go out of their way to try to help them through it. I can't tell you the number of times middle school aged The Spawn popped into my room when her phone curfew was approaching to ask for an extension because a friend was considering self harm & she wanted to keep talking to them to make sure they stayed safe. They help each other, even when they don't know each other well. (Obviously there are exceptions to this, and everything I've said/am saying here but this is my overall generalized view of these kids based on my experiences interacting/observing them at home, online, & in public.)

But they are also witty, funny, & surprisingly nihilistic. They are all convinced that the world as we know it, humanity, will end in their lifetime so... fuck it. If they feel someone is doing harm or has wronged society, they seek justice but in a way that amuses them. At least half of what these kids do is for their amusement. For the LOLs. The best example I can think of currently that is widely known is the incident recently where a bunch of teens got together & obtained thousands of tickets for a Trump rally in Oklahoma. They knew he wouldn't be able to resist bragging about the projected attendance numbers based on tickets given out/sold. They also knew he would be a laughingstock when a significantly smaller number of people turned up. So they said "Fuck it. This will be hilarious & he has ruined our country."

And they were right. He bragged about the 100k+ tickets distributed for the rally. A little over 6k people actually attended. It was shared across the internet.

Multiple groups of these kids in my area coordinated corona relief efforts, mask creation & donation, food & supply drives, peaceful marches for BLM (just as they did for gay rights prior to Texas' legalization of gay marriage). I overheard them on a group call talking about using their fresh driver's licenses to help people get out to polling stations to vote out here in November. The Spawn & her friends have discussed accessibility issues for those this disabilities multiple times.

The kids aren't content to do what my generation has done & just accept how things are & manage. They want change and they are already willing (& attempting) to do something about it before they've even reached adulthood because they are already so aware of the issues within our society & our government.

So, in summary, I have hope for the future because gen z is full of kind, compassionate, empathetic, socially conscious, driven, brilliant, tech savvy kids who dole out their own form of very entertaining justice and don't give a single fuck if they piss of the people they feel have wronged them, or their community as a whole.

I couldn't be more proud of them or more hopeful for the future.

[incorrectly-quoted-queers]

Another Tag Game!

tag game: 17 questions and 17 people

thanks @droids-in-disguise for the tag!

nickname: Steph? I feel like I also have gotten a fair amount of people to start calling me “Bard” or “Dickens” because of my internet usernames haha 

zodiac: Scorpio 

height: 5′2

Hogwarts house: Not really a Harry Potter fan (extra not now) but I’m def a Hermione-type AKA a Ravenclaw nerd who ends up in Gryffindor 

last thing i googled: Why we have the 2 12-hour system for telling time 

song(s) stuck in my head: “Heaven’s Light” from The Hunchback of Notre Dame 

number of followers: 1114 (blessed but confused) 

hours of sleep: Normally 11pm-7:30am, but today I was sick sleepy so I slept until 9:30. 

lucky number: 13 (ditto to @droids-in-disguise)

dream job: Uh funnily enough, kinda what I’m doing now! For the day job I write guides for video games and write books and make fandom content in my free time. 

currently wearing: High-waisted blue jeans, a red crop top, and a gray cardigan

favorite authors (shame on you for trying to make me say one): Charles Dickens, Arthur Miller, Sophie Kinsella, Patrick Ness, Ray Bradbury, Ursula K. LeGuin. 

favorite instrument: Keyboard! (After my January secret spouse gift project, I should get back to learning it) 

aesthetic: .... like an alien planet from a Star Trek episode? My office is full of cryptids (2 long furbys, face-hugger, rock turtle), plants, crafting tools, and computer tech. Also it’s messy, but the organized kind. 

favorite song: Finally I think I’ve settled on one, and for the past year it’s been “Miss Atomic Bomb” by The Killers. I just LOVE wistful music. 

favorite animal noise: My dog Jasper’s yawn squeak. 

random: I’m ranked platinum in TFT which makes me stupid happy :) 

tagging: I’m always bad at this part, so anyone who sees this and would like to do it, please do. I’m the worst at thinking of people on the spot, and even worse remembering their usernames. I might just start picking follower names at random. @corylion @setyourphaserstoslutty @legaylity @spocks-eyeshadow @iamnotyourmusebitch @vermin-disciple @startrekhyperfixation @fandomstars @that-one-curly-haired-chick @lookingforthestars @a-cosmic-elf @missmarsmadness @swooping-is-bad @swooping-is-rad @king-furbylicious @agentkenobiart @logicalbitch

[i-need-death]

We're screwed.

I asked A.I to give reasons why this site is a hellscape, heavenscape, limboscape which you can't escape, and a purgatoryscape. Safe to say we're cooked if A.I is this scarily accurate

Here are some reasons Tumblr is both wildly bizarre and endlessly captivating:

1. The Lore-Generating Machine

Tumblr can turn anything into an epic saga. Whether it’s a screenshot of someone’s typo or a random observation about frogs, users collectively expand the joke until it’s a sprawling, pseudo-mythological universe. Examples include the Horse Plinko discourse or the inexplicable rise of Goncharov (1973), a completely fictional Scorsese film that now has fanfiction, fan art, and detailed analyses.

2. Inside Jokes That Defy Reality

Tumblr is a place where jokes have no punchline, yet they thrive. Classics like:

“I like your shoelaces.” “Thanks, I got them from the president.”

The ominous phrase “do you love the color of the sky?”

And "Bees???? Bees." These are utterly incomprehensible to outsiders, but to users, they're shorthand for shared chaos.

3. Unapologetically Chaotic Creativity

Tumblr users will take a simple concept and run with it. It’s home to Shakespearean shitposts, cross-fandom debates, and anthropomorphized internet phenomena like the "Tumblr Userbase Hive-Mind," which users half-jokingly treat as a sentient entity.

4. Fanfiction and Shipping Culture

Tumblr revolutionized fandom spaces. It’s where tropes like “tag yourself” or AO3 comment memes originated, and every conceivable (or inconceivable) romantic pairing has a home. It’s also the birthplace of some iconic fanon—just look at the memes surrounding Supernatural, Destiel, or Sherlock.

5. Tags Are Their Own Medium

Tumblr’s tag system isn’t just for organization; it’s for thoughts too wild for the post itself. People write essays, crack jokes, or scream incoherently in the tags. Example:

Post: “I love frogs.” Tags: #FROGS ARE JUST. SO. #have you ever seen one???? #they’re like tiny green philosophers on legs.

6. The Unholy Blend of Wholesome and Cursed

Wholesome: "Look at this cute picture of a cat I saw today!"

Cursed: “What if that cat was God? Anyway, here’s a cursed drawing of him eating a cheesecake.”

7. The Great "Website of Contrasts"

Tumblr oscillates between:

Beautiful, profound art and poetry.

Shitposts that read like they were written at 3 AM after a gallon of coffee. Sometimes these two things are the same post.

8. Everyone’s a Comedian, Philosopher, and Cryptid

Tumblr humor thrives on being purposefully obtuse, self-deprecating, or eerily wise in ways that make you laugh and then question your existence. Examples:

“The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell. But what powers you?”

"If you're feeling useless today, remember: someone made a ladder for a snake."

9. Absence of Algorithms = Pure Chaos

Without TikTok’s or Instagram’s hyper-targeted algorithms, Tumblr feeds are a free-for-all. You could scroll past a poignant essay on queer identity, a Doctor Who gifset, and a post screaming, “CRABS ARE THE FINAL FORM OF EVOLUTION,” all in the same minute.

10. It Just Doesn’t Care

Tumblr is a place where cringe doesn’t exist, and sincerity can coexist with irony. It's a space where people post their deepest secrets or scream into the void—and others validate them with notes, reblogs, or completely unhinged additions.

11. Everything Is Canon and Nothing Is Real

On Tumblr, you can claim something ridiculous—like, “In the 1600s, people used to eat tulip bulbs like apples”—and people will roll with it. Whether it’s fact or fiction is irrelevant because it’s funny.

In short, Tumblr is a digital chaos void where sincerity, irony, creativity, and humor collide—and somehow, it works.

Yes I'm putting this in the wild, No I don't care if this goes viral. Bars.

[danascully77]

tagged by: @midwest-cryptid (thank you, Alyssa! Seriously, you’re so kind and lovely and absolutely one of the best people I’ve met on this site! <3 )

the rules: tag five or more people that you are thankful for in your 2020, that you’re thankful exists in a world that’s hard to live in. whether that be through random reblogs on your posts, or people you have had full blown conversations with. whether it’s just seeing them on your dash, or interacting with them (in no particular order!!) 

@agentsculls @fandomsandxfiles @eldespertarr @frettingoverthis @lukesdanes

I’m still fairly “new” to Tumblr (had a blog when I was an undergrad dedicated to Rizzoli & Isles, but haven’t been back since) and I’ve just recently become a part of the X-Files fandom. I haven’t talk to everyone I have tagged here, but all of your blogs fill the serotonin void in my brain that 2020 has stolen. For those of you that I have talked too -- gosh, you’re all just so genuine and adorable and I’m grateful for our internet connection. (I’m feeling very sappy tonight so bare with me). Anyways, happy holidays to everyone and congrats on surviving 2020. Let’s hope for a better 2021 and if not... well at least we have this. <3 Cheers! 

[thebibliosphere]

Another month another huge milestone: 37,000 Followers! Thank you! Last month’s popular post was: How depression affects your ability to read.

Or as I like to think of it, “Healthline had no need to come for me like this, but damn I’m glad I’m not alone.”

Hello and welcome!

[ID a gif of John Oliver spreading his hands wide as he says, “Welcome to whatever this is …”] 

This is my welcome/navigational post for new and old followers where you will find helpful links to everything I’m currently up to, as well as any important updates. My name is Joy but most of you likely know me as, “the vampire nipple editor who just wants to rest.” I’m a Scottish born, author, editor, and chronic illness/disability advocate currently manifesting in the American Midwest with my cryptid husband, Mothman.

In the event of a Tumblr purge, you can find me hanging around on: Twitter, Facebook, Ao3. I do have a Twitch account where I sometimes stream things. Mostly Skyrim. I also have an FAQ and live in the perpetual hope that someone will read it someday.

Please have patience if you are sending me messages either here or somewhere else on the Internet, I am but a humble smut peddler, peddling my weres. I also have several chronic illnesses and conditions that make keeping up with a high traffic blog very difficult. I never expected to become a hub for shitposts and chronic illness resources, but here we are!

Due to Tumblr successfully tricking me into becoming a professional writer, I’m usually working on several projects at once. Most of them vampire-themed.

[ID: a screenshot of my desktop containing cover art from my work, and a humorously titled folder called “Siri How Does Tumblr Keep Tricking Me Into Writing Vampire Novels” containing subfolders that include such titles as: '@ god why', 'A Highlander’s Tail', 'more Tumblr shit', 'random ideas', 'The Devil Went Down of Georgia', and 'The Vampire Wedding Thing'.]

The most well known is Hunger Pangs, often shortened to Phangs by the self-proclaimed #Phangdom.

Phangs is a queer, polyamorous, paranormal, satirical romance novel set in a pseudo-regency-steampunk-ish era featuring vampires, werewolves, creatures of unspecified origin, and the odd occasional human. Oh and punching undead fascists. It wasn’t intended to be politically relevant, but the world took a nosedive into Hell since I started writing it.

You can read more about the project here, as well as read the first four chapters on my Patreon for as little as $1 a month. If you’d like to know when the book will be available for pre-order, you can subscribe to my newsletter here!

My first official short story Crewel Intentions, A Hunger Pangs Short, is also available for pre-order as part of the Weird and Wonderful Holiday Romance anthology being published by @roselarkpublishing on Nov 5th, 2019. Pre-orders start at $0.99 and are available now!

Also on an important note: if you are under the age of 18, I do ask that you respect my boundaries and refrain from interacting with anything on my blog that is labeled as either NSFW or 18+. I try very hard to keep my blog as safe for everyone to view as I possibly can. No mean feat when you’re known across the Internet as “the vampire nipple lady.”

If you need me to tag for something, please ask. Also if you don’t want to read about my chronic health conditions, of which there are many, please feel free to blacklist and block the tags #chronic health tag, and #chronic health tag: teeth. Also please refrain from sending me unsolicited health advice or attempt to diagnose me. Unless you’re a geneticist willing to work for free, in which case hmu! <3

I also have a PO Box listed in my FAQ for if and when anyone would like to send me something random, such as a book they’d like to see me review, or y’know the occasional Death fucking skeleton statue. I only half wish I was kidding.

All of this rambling aside, welcome to my little corner of the Internet I like to think of as family. I hope you’re having a good appropriate time zone, and whatever made you click on me was worth it. Take care of yourselves and each other. You’re more important to the universe than you’ll ever know. <3