#tried to post this days ago from mobil and tumblr didn't let me

[nepeteaa]

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[mhalachai]

Fav line you've written

Why did you start writing fanfic

What helps you focus

(And how the heck do you even get emoticons on tumblr)

Ahahaha fav line is impossible. Here are some, plucked at random from chapters I managed to keep open during the Great AO3 Outage of 2023:

Hands of Clay, chapter 1: Natasha’s grocery store meltdown

With a sigh, James picked Natasha up and rested her on his right hip, letting her wail into his ear about it not being fair that she, Natasha, had to eat stupid healthy bread for breakfast when everyone else at school (and perhaps the world) got to eat delicious white bread.

Hour of the Wolf, chapter 7: Allison “It’s not PTSD if we’re not post anything” Stark

Her legs hit the coffee table and she had to stop but Scott didn't, he just kept coming and he was grabbing her arm and she tried to spin away but he kept holding on and his fingers tangled in a lock of her hair hanging down loose and he pulled and the sudden movement yanked her head to the side and she was back in the woods and there was blood in her mouth and her bones were broken and she was going to die she was going to die

Inevitable, chapter 44 (Blood Debt): Harry being totally normal about wearing a suit

He couldn't help turning a bit to look at the back of his trousers, one more time. Jason noticed what he was doing. "I swear to God, Harry, if you ask me if those pants make your butt look big, I will shift and eat you."

And then in chapter 45 (Got a Train to Catch) when the author Elsa is sharing her opinions on the Wizarding World with Anita:

"When he dies for them, they will applaud his sacrifice, never acknowledging that they were the ones to set him aflame on the pyre of their own cowardice."

Why did you start

I was working a copyediting job that was a real grind. It was literally a job where I wrote all day and used zero creativity. It was also so incredibly low-paying that I couldn’t afford to take the bus, so I was walking 45 minutes to/from work each way, and I had a lot of time to think. This was before they invented audiobooks or podcasts so it was just me and the music.

At the time, which was also before the invention of AO3, my primary fic archive was Twisting the Hellmouth, and my then-book obsession was the Anita Blake books. I wondered, one very hot day in 2004 (wait what the hell how was it 19 years ago) if I would be able to write a real live fanfic crossover, and decided to focus on secondary characters so no one would mind if it was bad.

So I wrote Hubris, a BtVS/AB crossover where Zerbrowski was a Watcher before he became a cop.

Before that, though, I’d mentally been writing fanfic since before I knew what that was. I was making up Star Trek: TNG/Little House on the Prairie time travel crossover fic when I was 10, so it wasn’t exactly a leap for me to the actual writing part.

A lot has changed for me over the last 2 decades (again, I repeat, what the hell), but at least I’ve still got this.

Focus

What helps me focus is a) noise-cancelling headphones (I prefer the Bose over the ear ones) and b) nature-based soundscapes. I favour MyNoise, aka the literal best website in the world. Water sounds if I can get it (like this one). It’s fascinating and kind of terrible that I cannot concentrate without a distraction, and can write for hours with it on.

And I copy/pasted using my keyboard on desktop – the only thing I can use the tumblr mobile app for is scrolling.

From the fanfic writer’s ask meme

[wiypt-writes]

25 Days Of CHRIS-Mas

Day 20: Christmas In July

Summary: Writers’ block is a bitch…

Pairing: Me (Playing It Cool) x Reader

Warnings: Bad Language, smut (NSFW, 18+)

W/C: Hazard a guess about 700

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction, any likeness to any persons or events in real life are purely co-incidental. I do not own any characters contained herein bar the reader and/or any original characters. I do not give consent for my work to be copied and posted/translated onto any other sites. If you see this fiction anywhere other than Tumblr, it has been taken without permission.By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer and ALL warnings posted here.

A/N: Posted on mobile with my left hand. Apologies in advance for any mistakes! This is written in ‘Me’s’ POV.

Day 19: Nick Vaughan (Before We Go)

25 Days Of CHRIS-mas Masterlist // Main Masterlist

It was a blistering day in July, Independence Day had come and gone and there was a triple digit heatwave for the next ten days.

You were miserable. It was hot, the air con unit you'd promised her you'd get fixed still waiting on that call. Instead, you were stuck in your office, the fan on, the windows open and boredom from failure fully setting in.

Bryan was expecting your next script on his desk in two weeks and the topic was out and out bullshit. A holiday romantic comedy filled with literally all the clichés. Much not unlike your piece seven years ago that settled up your finances for a good while.

Your life was far different than it was back then. At least in some sense.

Romantically, you'd fallen for a woman who practically fell out of the sky, left her fiance for you at the altar and then three years later, the two of you were no longer a thing.

It broke you, soiled your soul and a lot like Mallory, made you swear off love.

And you had… until she had waltzed into your life like a hurricane. Literally. In all her glory, two Christmases ago.

You were leaving a shop in Santa Monica and as you swung the door open, you hit her square in the face. The next thing you saw was a lot of blood and heard a crunch over the chime of the door.

You'd broken her nose while leaving the shop.

Mortified, you’d apologised and tried to let her allow you to run her to the hospital. She had declined, because, let’s face it, she had no idea who you were. Instead she had taken a cab but not before you’d passed her your number and begged she at least messaged you to let you know she was okay.

It took a week, but you finally heard from her. A text telling you she was sorry for taking so long but she was reaching out anyway and when she told you the details of her emergency room visit, you cursed yourself even more. But those messages didn't end there. And after four days of profusely apologizing and offering to foot her medical bill for the incident, she relented and to sweeten the deal you offered coffee. But that was to start, however and just before the Christmas holiday, the two of you were on your first date.

Things had moved slowly, both of you had been out of the game so to speak after suffering equally damaging break ups- her ex fiancé leaving LA with her now ex-best friend.

It took nearly a year before you'd asked her to move in, and that was six and a half months ago. You didn't regret the decision. Not one bit of it. Not taking the time to find a place for you both, not settling into a beachside, pint sized place because you both loved the beach and you found it a peaceful place to write when you could.

You did regret however the slump you were in and agreeing to this push Bryan threw at you.

The door opened and she called your name through the apartment.

You hollered back your location and in she bounced like she did at the end of her day, molding the minds of you children in preschool.

"Hi," she kissed you, plopping into your lap.

"Hi." You smiled softly.

"How's the holiday rom com coming?"

“Fucking shit.”

"Oh, babe, I'm sorry," she giggled with a sigh. "Look, it's Friday, why don't we order some pizza, watch those cheesy Hallmark movies on the DVR for inspiration and drink whatever beer we have in the fridge?"

“Yeah, I need a break, my brain feels… oh…oh!” Your eyes grew wide as the sudden inspiration rolled over you.

"What?" She sat up straight in your lap.

“Break…babe, I can use our story!”

Her eyes went wide as a grin plastered over her lips and then she frowned and pursed those same beautiful, kissable lips. "It took you two weeks to come up with that?"

“I didn’t think,” you shrugged.

She laughed and shook her head, "you're a boy, they never do." She snorted and hopped off your lap, but not before kissing you and patting your chest.

"I'll order pizza and get the beer. I guess it's Hallmark and I on the couch tonight while you get to work." She said with a wink and disappeared.

You pondered for a moment before you shut the laptop down, it could wait. Now you knew where you were going with it, you’d have it done in the next week.

🎄🎄🎄🎄

Day 21: Frank Adler (Gifted)

[fandomscombine]

Heartbreak Woman [Cho/Cedric Ending]

Warning: Angst! Brokenhearted!Reader

WC:1454

I proposed 3 varying endings and the response was across the board so I decided why the heck not write ALL 3 choices!

a/n: I haven't been active on tumblr this past month. Motivation to read & write wasn't really there. Feelin pretty crap. I don't think it's my best work- I actually wrote this ending last month but delay posting it since I promised to post all 3 endings back to back- but with the recent burnout, my progress is slow. Proofread it and push the insecurities & anxieties away and here we are. Love was put into this, I hope you enjoy it! Don't worry, the other 2 endings are on the way.

I tried posting this 9 times now and it keeps saying error. this is me testing it with mobile so formatting is hard but I hope it posts

BG: You were hoping that your best friend, Cedric to ask you to the Yule Ball. Instead you were roped into helping him ask Cho out. It broke your heart, but at least this way while helping him out you could pretend that he was doing all the sweet things to you. On the other side of the picture, Harry was too heartbroken upon learning that Cho is going out with Cedric.

Read the main story before it diverges ending here!

>>>Heartbreak Woman [Main]

>>>MASTERLIST<<<

 

Did Harry Potter really just ask you out and you said yes?

Touching your forehead, it wasn’t bleeding anymore but there is still a slight sting to it from the collision with Harry’s broom. Yes. That definitely happened. You thought to yourself, this isn’t some delusion from the injury.

 This is good. This is good. Hyping yourself up. You enjoy his company and that should be enough to stop your thoughts from going about a certain Hufflepuff boy. The same boy you had abruptly left alone in the greens. It’s not his fault nor it is Cho’s for wanting to date each other. You have nothing against them, they are both such lovely and kind people and not to mention popular- it was only a matter of time that they got together, Hogwarts’ Power Couple.

No, it’s just you and your stupid feelings falling for your best friend and agreeing to help with the courtship.

‘Y/n? Hii.” The voice reels you back to reality.

You blinked. “Cho! Hi!” Greeting her loudly had been taken by surprise. You dial down your volume. “What can I do for you?”

“It’s actually what you did, really… I just wanted to say thank you.”

You were confused, why was she thanking you?

“For helping Cedric I mean” She clarified. “He mentioned that you helped him with the picnic idea. It was very sweet. It was what made me finally say yes.”

“That’s awesome.” You force yourself to smile. “I’m glad you guys are together, I can finally get that git to stop bothering me with date ideas. That’s 3 weeks of my life I’m not getting back!” There was some truth to that statement, now that she and Cedric are together you don’t have to go through the pain of practice dates with Cedric.

“You y/n are the absolute wingwoman! Legend material!” Cho praised. “You're like my fairy godmother!” She continues, wrapping you into an embrace.

“yayyyy….That’s me…” You mumble into her luscious hair. Grateful that Cho couldn’t see your face.  Pulling apart, you don’t let her go quite yet. With hands on her shoulder, you stare unwavering. “Just don’t break his heart yea? He’s really smitten by you, promise you won’t hurt him.”

Cho is taken aback a bit, your words clearly coming from a strong emotional bond with the boy.  Thoughts of love, Eros, passed through her mind but brushed it away - It can’t be y/n help them get together. Y/n’s words must come from Philia love, y/n and Cedric had been best friends since before they could talk! Everyone knows that. They have a soul connection that can’t be replicated.  “I promise.”

~

14th February.

Valentine’s Day.

This holiday sucks.

No, not for the reason that you’re single. Nah.

Today is a downer as you won’t be able to do your annual tradition.

See every since 3rd year you and Cedric would be in a pink ensemble outfit complete with red heart sunglasses. Spreading chants of self love and showering fellow single students and professors with compliments. This all started out when your roommates teased you for not having a date for Valentine’s day.  When Cedric had heard about it, he went all out. The boy basically made sure that every single person knew how wonderful, beautiful and intelligent you are.

It was this day onwards that 2 things happened.

Complementing and advocating for self love, Philautia, in a pink get up became an annual Valentine’s tradition. (Even a couple of students joined the cause, expanding from you just both into an association/group of sorts.)

 You started to see Cedric in a new light. In other words, you were falling in love with your best friend.

Scanning the Great Hall for pink cladded pupils, you were glad that the group had saved you a seat however a certain Hufflepuff was out of sight. Taking a deep breath, you cleared your head. Get it together y/n. Today is about sharing love and do NOT think about Cedric and Cho going on a romantic date in Hogsmeade.

You were about to take a step forward when-

“Argh!” Shutting your eyes as the hall spun around.

“Relaxx!! Relax! It’s just me.”

Feet back on solid ground, you turned towards the perpetrator, the one boy you did not want to see right now. “What the fuck Ced! Don’t scare me like that!”

“I’m sorry…” Cedric raises his arms in surrender. “Is everything alright?”

“Yea everything’s fine.”

Cedric raises a brow. You forget that this boy can see through your bullshit.

“Only had a couple hours of sleep, that’s all.” It wasn’t a lie, in fact you’d only gotten 3 hours of rest last night, it was just the case of omitting that his upcoming date with Cho was the reason for your restlessness. You don’t want to blame it on jealousy, but it is.

Grabbing hold of your hand, he pulls you towards the group. "Alright then, I've got some spare sleeping potion if you need."

You wave to your fellow singles as you sit down."uh..thanks Ced." You couldn't stop vocalizing your confusion as to why Cedric is still right next to you. Normally you wouldn't complain, but today was Valentine's Day.

"Ouch y/n!" Cedric sassed, eyes focused on piling food onto his plate." Just because I have a girlfriend now doesn't mean I would disappear on my best girl."

My best girl. It hurts to be called that in another context than you wanted.

"Don't you have a date with Cho today?"

"Yea but Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop  doesn't open until 11am. Which gives me time for our annual Valentine's tradition!"

"But you're taken."

"Yes….but I could still help spreading the love!" Cedric glanced around. "No one minds that I come to join you right?"

A murmur of Nos filled your eyes.

"Haha! See I told you!" Cedric brags, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. Looks at you straight in the eyes, those gorgeous grey irises melting away your defenses."You can't get rid of me that easily." He whispers, loud enough only for you to hear. You could feel the heat filling up your face due to his closeness. Too busy lost in the rapid beats of your heart, you failed to notice his face getting even closer.

A softness like cotton grazes your cheek.

Cedric kissed you!

Your mind is close to being short circuited. The area of where Cedric's lips were a nanosecond ago is cold as ice. The cold contrasted with your now burning hot, blushing face.

You could live in this forever. All external environments quiet, blocked out of focus. Cedric's arms around you while the butterflies in your stomach bursts out, occupying your whole body with sheer giddiness from having his lips on you.

But the daydream breaks.

"Hey Love! You ready?"

"Morning!" He greets, kissing her. "Uh…" It's only 9:34am. You nod, silently telling him that it was okay to miss your annual tradition. You weren't expecting any quality time today, yet he managed even if it was just for breakfast. "Yea.. give me 10 minutes to go change and I'll pick you up at the courtyard?"

"Sounds great. Be quick cause I miss you already!"

"Sure will sweetheart." He pecks her lips again then waves goodbye to the table and he's off, running.

The tension changes once Cedric is gone.

"Can I talk to you outside y/n?"

"uh yeah" Once outside. "What's up?" Trying to sound casual. Cho inviting you to speak privately isn't usual-seeing that you were the couple's go to accomplice for surprises.

"I see the way you look at him."

"I'm sorry?"

"I know.you like him. y/n. I know you like Cedric."

"Cho.. you can't be serious, he's my best friend!"

"I wasn't sure then.but just now..the way you act around him. the way you look at him. y/n is undeniable. It’s  so obvious-I had assumptions then but everyone just brushes it off as your childhood friend with each other. heck even both of you say that."

"Cho…."

"I didn't bring this up before because I felt insecure, jealous even that I can't live up to the standard of relationship you and Cedric have.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. There were too many revelations bombarding you all at once, that you are having trouble processing what is going on.

“But I am tired of what ifs and worrying.” Voice quivering, she continues. “You've got to tell him, y/n."

The words snap you back into place.

"Cho… I can't. I can't ruin your relationship."

If you love someone and they love someone else, you let them go.

~

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[fibrowarriorgirl]

HTM, ableist public transportation company

I want to talk about public transportation, specifically about the busses from the company HTM. HTM is the public transportation company of The Hague, which is where I live.

Something you should know about me; I use a walker. Fibro causes such intense pain in my legs, that I need a walker to get around. On days that I'm in less pain, I use a cane. But I always have some type of mobility aid. HTM has never, ever been accomodating to me.

I'll start with an incident of a few weeks ago. I was using my cane and got on the bus. Before I could sit down, the bus driver started driving with full speed. This caused me to fall and hit my knee. I texted my partner about this, and he immediately went to the bus stop I was getting off so he could to talk to my bus driver for me. He angriliy asked her why she didn't wait for me to sit down. Because now I was in a lot of pain because she caused me to fall. Her response was: "Well if she's in so much pain, you should be taking care of her instead of talking to me." We filed a complaint, but nothing came of it.

Another time, the bus driver just didn't let me get off the bus. I had to get off at the next stop, and had to wait 30 minutes for the bus so I could go back to my stop. Filed in a complaint, HTM gave me some story about how the bus driver is only allowed to stop at a designated bus stop and not anywhere else. I think they might have gotten my complaint confused with someone else's. I replied to them that I wasn't talking about that at all. Never got a response.

Today consisted of 2 incidents. I got on the bus today with my walker. Important to know: every HTM bus I have ever used, has an area designated for wheelchairs, walkers and buggies. Right next to that area, are 4 seats for disabled, elderly and/or pregnant people. I walk towards the area for my walker, but before I can put it on the breaks, the bus starts driving at full speed. 2 people are somehow claiming all 4 of the special needs seats, and aren't making any room for me. I was forced to STAND, because I cannot walk in a moving bus and the only seats near me weren't being made available to me.

The second incident: this was on the way back home. I was getting off the bus. Because of my walker, I'm a little slower. Especially because there is a very big gap between the bus and the bus stop. While I was carrying the walker out of the door, the bus driver tried to close the doors on me! I pushed them back open and waited a few seconds before I continued with getting off the bus.

I just can't believe how HTM keeps getting away with this ableism. It's always this particular company that gives me grief. So I am done with filing complaints and getting the same response over and over again. I am sharing this everywhere I can. I don't think the people at HTM's customer service understand how degrading this behaviour is. So I am done. This is what it feels like.

I am asking anyone to please share this post. Either be reblogging here on tumblr, sending it to your friends and or/family or sharing the link on a different social media platform you use. Enough is enough, it's time HTM faces the consequences.

(Image used below belongs to HTM)

[dean-you-assbutt-cas-loves-you]

ok so I have no idea why my blog (my whole account really) got deleted.... maybe it was an xkit thing? I was using the shuffle queue feature alot and I just went over 100+ posts on my queue (which was not often)

also 2 days ago, I was working on replacing a tag on my side blog using xkit and this message popped up saying that using this feature had caused some blogs to get deleted so I never went through with it then yesterday I tried reblogging a post on the app (after being able to like an hour earlier) but this time, it wouldn't let me so I thought it's just the app being a pain so I went on mobile browser to access tumblr and I got this

I was like wtf!?!?!?!?! and all my blogs were gone so I sent them a message

then I started messaging some mutuals cuz some people might get worried cuz I just disappeared for no reason and they might think something bad happened to let my followers know that I'm ok

then this morning, I was being emo on twitter cuz I still haven't gotten a response from my message to staff and missing being on here and worrying someone might have snatched my url and a follower checked and told me that my blog was back up again so I logged back in and my queue had staring posting again an hour and a half before I found out

and I got everything back.... like nothing happened... didn't loose anything

still no message from staff as to why my account was terminated :/

so if this happens to you (which I hope not) I guess you just have to wait it out and see what happens *shrugs*

[deadanddeactivated]

Changes

So @figurative-siren-song posted a thing today and uhh apparently i was really in the mood to write some heavy angst. This was before i was having a really shitty day (tbh when i wasnt having a shitty day it had a happy ending).

Anyway no fancy post editing because tumblr mobile sucks, please enjoy

AO3

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The sides weren't like real people.  They couldn't just… reinvent themselves or change the way a real person could.  When the sides wanted to change, they had to break apart. Become a fragment of their old selves, and let the other fragments fade.

Virgil knew a thing or two about changing.

Not like De, who was still self-preservation no matter what he called himself.   Or like the twins, who couldn't even remember King tearing himself in two.

Forgetting didn't work so well for Virgil.  Instinct wouldn't have made the mistakes Fear and Anxiety had.  

Then again, Instinct was the one that started the whole mess.

(It's not like the memories had stayed away anyway.  Not like with the twins. Virgil supposed he should have expected that.  It just wasn't in his nature to forget, even if he couldn't remember what he wasn't forgetting.)

The point is, Virgil knew a thing or two about changing.  

So the pit in his stomach didn't really come as a surprise.  He knew the risks. Lifetimes ago Instinct and King had talked about them at length.

"Hey Roman."  Virgil greeted that morning, hoping Roman didn't notice how tense his smile was.  "You want to spar or something today?" 

"Don't distract me!"  Roman declared, yanking a snack from the cupboard and turning back towards his room.  "I have to get this project done! Thomas is depending on me!"

"Oh."  Virgil breathed, even though Roman was already gone.  Patton walked in next, offering a smile as he prepared a quick breakfast of sugary cereals.

"Good morning Virgil!"  He greeted.

"Morning Pat."  Virgil returned the smile, even if it didn't  reach his eyes. "Hey, do you maybe want to bake today?  I think we're running low on cookies."

"Oh that sounds swell!"  Patton said. "But Thomas is feeling a bit disheartened at the moment, I need to spend the day lifting his spirits!"

"Right, of course."  Virgil mumbled. 

"Thanks for understanding kiddo, we'll bake tomorrow."  Patton assured, planting a kiss atop Virgil's head as he passed.

"Tomorrow, right."  Virgil agreed, looking down at his hand.  Tomorrow.

Logan was already at work when Virgil knocked at his door. 

"Yes?"  He asked, sounding a little annoyed at being interrupted.  Virgil hesitated, biting his lip a moment before pushing on.

"I was just wondering if you wanted to go stargazing, maybe."  Virgil suggested. "The sky in Remus' side of the mindscape always does cool things when you're around."

"My apologies Virgil but I am busy preparing next week's schedule.  Perhaps we can go some other time." Logan refused and immediately turned back to his work, assuming the conversation to be over.  Virgil just sighed, stepping from the room and wondering what now.

As he was turning to his own room, thinking of maybe writing a letter, the rundown door at the end of the hall caught his eye.  

Trying in person couldn't do any harm, right?

Stepping through to the other side of Thomas' mind, Virgil was a little surprised to find he remembered exactly how to get to the living room.  He even remembered which of the floorboards creaked and which would break if he stood on them. It was actually a little bit of fun and by the time he found De, reading on the couch, he was smiling.

"He De!"  He greeted.  "Wanna hang out?"

"Why?"  De hissed, destroying Virgil's good mood.  "I'm sure the others didn't send you here to spy on me."

"What? No, I just wanted to-"

"Don't save it."  De spat, standing.  "You didn't choose your side, don't live with it."  Without another word, De walked off.

That…

That didn't go the way Virgil was hoping.

But it's alright, he told himself.  There was still Remus. Hopes high, Virgil eventually found the green side in his side of the imagination.

"Remus!"  He called, waving.  The glare Remus shot his way made Virgil stagger back.

"Fuck off."  The duke growled.

"Wait, Remus-" But before Virgil could speak, throned vines rose from the ground to separate them.

"I said fuck off."  Remus repeated.

Oh.

Right.

Okay.

That's…

That's fine.  

It's fine.  

Virgil will just try again tomorrow, right?

But even as he thought it, Virgil knew he wouldn't last that long.  He didn't have the drive to fight against the growing pit in his chest.

Wiping his eyes, Virgil knew there was really only one thing left to do.  It still took him another moment to sink out.

"Virgil!"  Thomas startled as Virgil appeared, jumping back from his computer. "Uh, not that I'm complaining but what are you doing here?  I'm not anxious."

"I know."  Virgil said, leaning against the back of the couch and looking off to the side.  "I just, wanted you to know that I'm proud of you. You're doing a great job."

"Thanks?"  Thomas frowned, sounding unsure.  "Is everything alright man?"

"Yeah."  Virgil lied.  "It's nothing I wasn't prepared for."  He took a deep breath and forced himself to look at Thomas.  "Bye Thomas." He said.  

Then, in a blink, he was gone.

Instinct sat with King a lifetime ago.

"If you break apart you might fade."  Instinct warned.

"I'm going to tear myself apart no matter what."  King argued. "Maybe this way I'll survive it."

"It's too dangerous." Instinct argued.

"It's my only choice."  King shrugged. "I'm going to forget this.  I don't want the mini mes to know about this, just in case they keep breaking.  In case they become something so small, Thomas doesn't need them anymore."

"Thomas is always going to need his creativity."  Instinct claimed.

"Not this one he doesn't.  I don't make sense to him anymore."  King sighed. "Look after them, won't you?"

"...I will."  When King broke he tried for two perfect halves and yet Virgil's pretty sure there were pieces missing.  Things so very King that went to neither Roman nor Remus.

Years later Instinct sat alone.  

Thomas wasn't listening to him, the sides weren't listening to him.  He couldn't be sure if it was Morality turning Patton, and therefore all of Thomas, against him.  Or was it Thomas' new ideas of instincts being somehow lesser than normal thoughts. Maybe it was Instinct himself athat had pushed them away.

Whatever the cause, the problem remained.  Thomas wasn't listening to him. The sides weren't listening to him.  He couldn't do his job like this.

What was the solution?

King.  King was.  

That night, something in Instinct broke and he ceased to be.  

Fear arrived in the mindscape a few days later.

Fear had long since broken into Anxiety when the memories started flooding back.  Spurred on by desperate attempts to remember a name he wasn't sure he had.

And with those memories came a realization.

Anxiety was a fragment of a fragment.  He was too small a side. Instinct could handle a change in Thomas.  But Anxiety? One wrong change and he'd cease to be.

That night Anxiety tried to leave first, hoping it might hurt less.

Now, fading into Thomas' subconscious, Virgil was glad he stuck around.  He just wished he had longer, to fix the things he broke.

But Anxiety wasn't like Emotions or Logic or Creativity.   Next to them he was just a small part of Thomas. A part Thomas could manage himself now.  He didn't need Virgil.

Would the others notice, Virgil wondered.  Would they realize what he'd been asking for all day? 

Would they care?

Virgil didn't have long left to ponder that.

None of the sides were particularly happy to be called for an unscheduled meeting, all rather busy.  However they couldn't just ignore a summons from Thomas. Patton, Logan, and Roman appeared together and yet Thomas looked around desperately, like he was looking for something.

"Is everything alright kiddo?"  Patton frowned.

"You threw off my groove!"  Roman claimed.

"Where's Virgil?!"  Thomas asked, panicked.

"Why he's right-"  Logan cut himself off, turning to see Virgil's regular spot empty.  "That's odd." He frowned.

"Did something happen?"  Patton asked.

"I don't know!  He just, he popped in and he said he was proud of me and then he was just, gone!"  Thomas explained.

"But you clearly still have your anxiety."  Logan noted. "You acted rather different when you didn't."

"Then it can only be one thing!"  Roman declared. "Rise, you fiends!"  At his shout, Deceit and Remus find themselves appearing.

"Oh yes, this is exactly what I wanted to do today."  Deceit claimed, rolling his eyes.

"What did you do to him?!"  Roman demanded.

"Who? Jeffery Dahmer?"  Remus asked, tilting his head with a smirk.

"I believe he's asking if you've seen Virgil."  Logan clarified.

"Not at all."  Deceit huffed. "He certainly didn't try to trick me into 'hanging out' with him."

"Me too!"  Remus gasped.  "So I skewered him with thorns!"

"Remus!"  Patton exclaimed.

"Okay so I didn't skewer him."  Remus grumbled. "But I tried! And that's what counts!"

"Virgil must have been real desperate if he went to you two for company."  Roman muttered.

"He did ask if I could spend time with him, unfortunately I was busy with the schedule."  Logan said.

"He asked me too."  Patton realized.

"Geez, what would make our local loner desperate for company all of a sudden?"  Roman asked.

"His room."  Patton whispered.  He sunk out quickly.

"Patton?"  Thomas called, concerned.

"What about Virgil's room?"  Remus questioned. "Is it dirty?"  He smirked.

When Patton rose up a moment later, his face was seldom enough to put them all on edge.  He opened his mouth to say something but instead found tears filling his eyes.

"Patton?"  Logan pressed.

"It's, it's gone!"  Patton managed through tears.

"Guess you lot weren't good enough for perfect ol Virgy either."  Remus smirked.

"No." Logan said, understanding washing over him.  "If his room is gone that means… Virgil faded."

"What?  No, that's impossible!  Thomas still has anxiety!"  Roman argued.

"Thomas will always have anxiety.  However, he no longer needs Virgil to manage it."  Logan explained, shaking his head and trying to pretend his hands weren't shaking.

"I still need Virgil!"  Thomas argued. "We have to bring him back!"

"I'm sorry Thomas, you don't need him.  Subconsciously, you know that." Logan said.

"But we can bring him back, can't we?"  Roman asked.

"No."  Patton sobbed.  "We can't." A thunk cut into the sense of grief falling over the sides.  Turning, they saw Remus had fallen to his knees.

"I…"  Remus' voice was a whisper, quieter than any side had heard it.  "I didn't let him talk. He tried to talk to me."

"He wasn't lying." De said.  "He was trying to say goodbye."

"He isn't gone!"  Remus screamed. "Maybe he's just, he just moved back, yeah?  Let's go check De, I bet he's picking a movie for movie night!"  He decided.

"Remus."  Deceit tried but Remus was already gone, racing through the mindscape for a room that wasn't there anymore.  Patton sobbed louder to the side but Deceit barely heard him.

Virgil tried to say goodbye.

Deceit never let him.

He's not going to get a second chance.

Another thunk rang through the room.

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Last update on this blog.

It has been a good run. Long live the blog!*pours one out*

- Linh (prob drunk)

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Gonna try to keep it short because it's past midnight and I gotta work tomorrow

1. So... What happened?

Long story short: Your boi's very old phone, that has the 2FA app linked with this blog, died around last week. Didn't realize the severity of the situation until I tried to login on the PC. (And no, I did not enable 2FA via SMS so that's a massive L)

2. Current sitrep?

Tumblr support couldn't remove the 2FA on my behalf (duh), and I didn't have the backup codes so this blog will be "dead" once I logoff from the mobile app.

3. Great. Now what?

Since you don't need 2FA to change the username, I've given the blog a new name to make it more fitting to its current state of limbo. As the name suggests, I'll mainly use it to dig up random stuffs or resources that have been stashed some time ago buried deep in it.

On the other hand, I've linked the old username over to my official email this time so I'm restarting it all over again! I'm not gonna bail out of this place (yet). This also means I'll have to manually follow back all of the hundreds of blogs to get the usual reblogging work back on track.

4. Looks like you're moving accounts then?

Well... Yeah, I guess. Go and give @just-tumblinh-around a follow and I'll catch you guys later! If you know anyone who follows me, tell them to follow the new blog!

Don't feel like waiting? I'm a bit more active on Twitter @justRTinharound

5. Cool. Anything else?

- Happy new decade! Happy new year of 2020! And most recently, happy Lunar New Year/Tết/Chinese New Year! It has been wack for just the first month alone, so here's to the rest of the year *slightly* better to all of us and make it through another year!🍺

- The blog has now got over 100 followers! Bot or not, thank you so much for allowing me to flood fill your dash with various unoriginal contents of different interests and sticking with me to the end of this account. This is definitely going to be a tough number to regain, especially with the current situation of the platform, but I'm looking forward to see the familiar names to pop back up in the new blog soon!

-To all the people I've met during the time, thanks for all of the amazing experience! Especially to the peeps that I was able to get to know better in another place (Like in a Discord server)

- To all the blogs that I've been following, thanks for all of the contents that's way out of my creativity and skills to be made, specially all kinds of arts from various artists. It was extremely enjoyable to consume all of them. Also goes to the inactive, "dead", or even deactivated blogs, I hope I could catch you guys active again either on Tumblr or another platform.

- And... You! Thanks for sticking around and read all the way to the end of this! You're the real MVP! This also means you've witnessed the last moments of this chapter for my experience with Tumblr. From now on, a queued PSA post will be run every day until before I logout of this account for good and just let Tumblr wipe it out of existence from inactivity whenever they feel like it.

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P.s Sorry for any random weirdness, the tiredness got the better of me

[the-delicate-disaster]

Chaos in Motion

This got quite a bit longer than I intended. I'd like to apologize in advance for the quality of this. It's been a while since I've written anything that wasn't an essay. Sorry I can't put a read more. Tumblr seems to believe that mobile users don't make long post.

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Statement of Sean Morley regarding a... a door? And the entity that he encountered in his flat. Original statement given July 20th, 2010. Audio recording by Martin Blackwood, head archivist of the Magnus Institute, London. Statement begins.

I don't know why I came here. I doubt you'll believe me. No one does. They all think I'm.... unstable. But I'm not! The door is real. I know it is. And the man I saw... no, whatever that thing was, it was not human.

I guess I should start at the beginning. That's how stories work, right?

It happened a few weeks ago. Or was it months? Time is... difficult. I had just moved into a new flat. My mum's been sick for a while now, and I wanted to be closer to her. You never know how much time you have left with someone in her condition, y'know? The flat was... well, it was fine, I suppose. It was smaller than the one I'd previously lived in, but it had all the amenities I needed.

As I was moving my stuff in though, I found a note. I think it was from the previous tenant. There wasn't a name on it or anything. Just scratchy handwriting that said things like "There are too many doors," and "The corridors go on forever." There were spirals drawn all over the paper, and it felt like if I stared at them long enough, I'd fall right in.

I tossed the note in the bin, but I couldn't stop thinking about it. Days passed and I couldn't shake the spiralling lines out of my mind. I resolved to ask my neighbors about whoever had lived in the flat before me. They all said the same thing though. And I mean that literally. Every person I asked said the exact same thing. "He disappeared through a door that wasn't there."

I'd thought they'd all gone mad at the time. The way their eyes glazed over when they said it, the way they smiled. Not a proper smile, mind you. It was all teeth and looked more like a pained grimace than a smile. It was downright creepy.

I returned to my flat, but it wasn't my flat. It was like everything had been moved just a few inches to the left. And sat there at my dining table was a man drinking tea. He looked so at home, I figured I must have wandered into the wrong flat. I stammered out apologies and turned to leave, but the door was gone. Where it had been just moments before there was nothing but a blank wall. When I turned to face the man again, he was right there, barely three inches from me.

He smiled and there were infinite rows of sharp, pointed teeth.

"Please, sit down. I made tea," he said, and his voice spiralled through the air, creating strange shapes and colors I'd never seen before. Even as I told him no, I found myself walking forward and sitting at the table. He- it- poured me tea as it sat across from me. At least, I think it was tea. It tasted off though. Metallic. And it was thick.

God, I hope it was tea.

I asked the thing where we were. It smiled that same sharp grin and said "My home, of course."

"Who are you?"

At this, it laughed and laughed and the walls started to crack. I might have died or maybe just fallen asleep and it was still laughing. Blood was running from my ears and eyes, but instead of falling down my face, it rose up towards the ceiling. Or maybe the sky. I think the ceiling was gone by that point.

"I suppose if you must call me anything, Jon will suffice," it told me after it caught its breath. Or maybe it didn't. Catch its breath, I mean. Maybe it was still laughing as it spoke. I was laughing, too. The idea of this thing having a name had suddenly struck me as being very funny. It grinned and I laughed until my throat bled as the world dissolved and reformed itself around us.

We stood at a door. I don't remember leaving the table, but there it was. It was there and we were standing in front of it. It was an elegant door, really. Mahogany, I think, with a lovely spiralling handle.

"Where does it lead?" I asked. Jon grinned and I understood well enough. It led nowhere at all. Jon reached out with a hand as sharp as its teeth, and I took it. I turned the handle and we walked through the door together. I don't know how long I wondered those twisting hallways. Jon chased me even as he walked beside me, his laughter echoing through the corridors.

I got out, eventually. Or maybe it let me out. I tried telling one of my mates the next day, but he dismissed it as a nightmare. Everyone does, even my girlfriend. I guess that's why I'm here. I need someone to believe me. Your lot deals with strange stuff like this all the time, right? I need you to help me. Because I am so afraid that one day I'll walk through my front door only to find myself back in those corridors.

(Deep breath)

Uh, statement ends. That was a weird one. Tim did some follow up on Mr. Morley. Seems that he was admitted to an assisted living facility after being diagnosed with early onset dementia. Apparently, after a week there he just... vanished. When questioned about it, all the residents and staff simply said "He disappeared through a door that wasn't there."

Sasha managed to find information about the previous tenant of Mr. Morley's flat. A man named Jonathan Sims. He disappeared about a year before this statement was given. I wish I could write this all off as a coincidence, but I know it's not. It never is with these things...

(Sigh)

I think I'm gonna go lie down. I've got a rather nasty headache all of a sudden. End recording.

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