#very niche post but I have feelings about this

[kyouryokusenshi]

hi :)

can you write something about post S11 Mulder found TikTok and asks William to explain it and later Mulder asks Scully to do a TikTok with him (something cheesy or very dorky but cute)

It had been a quiet afternoon at the Unremarkable House, the kind of day where everything seemed to move at a slower pace. Mulder had been sitting at the kitchen table, laptop open in front of him, scrolling through the endless stream of what seemed like nonsensical videos when he stumbled upon something called "TikTok." The name alone intrigued him, and soon enough, he found himself down a rabbit hole of short, fast-paced clips—people dancing, pranking, lip-syncing, and generally doing things that he couldn’t quite wrap his head around.

"Jackson’s got to know about this," he muttered to himself, grabbing his phone and sending a quick text to his son.

It didn’t take long for Jackson to respond, and before Mulder knew it, they were on a video call. Jackson appeared on the screen, his face a mix of amusement and curiosity.

"Hey, Mulder. What’s up?"

"Do you know what TikTok is?" Mulder asked, as though he were about to crack some major conspiracy wide open.

Jackson grinned, already sensing where this was headed. "Yeah, of course. It’s everywhere. Why?"

"Well, I’ve been watching these videos, and I don’t get it. What’s the point? People are just dancing, and then there’s music, and sometimes they’re doing… well, I don’t know what they're doing, but they’re all just—having fun?"

Jackson chuckled. "That’s kind of the point, Dad. It’s just a place where people can post quick, funny, or even ridiculous videos. It’s supposed to be chill. There’s no deeper meaning or conspiracy here unless you want to claim that niche. You can do anything on it—dances, challenges, jokes, pranks, even educational stuff. You name it."

Mulder leaned back in his chair, frowning thoughtfully. "So, it’s like… a place to embarrass yourself in front of millions of strangers?"

"Pretty much," Jackson replied, still smiling. "But in a fun way."

Mulder pondered this for a moment, incredulous. "And people watch this stuff? Like, a lot of people?"

"Yeah, tons of people. Some of these creators are huge. People love it. And you can make your own TikToks too if you want."

Mulder’s eyes narrowed mischievously. "Interesting. And how do you make one?"

Jackson laughed. "I can walk you through it if you want, but I have a feeling Dana's going to find it hilarious if you try."

"Well, speaking of which…" Mulder glanced toward the living room where Scully was sitting with a book in her lap, completely unaware of his budding plan. "What do you think of me convincing your mother to do one of these TikToks with me?"

Jackson’s laughter grew louder. "I think you’re going to have your hands full with that. But I’d love to see it if you can pull it off."

"Challenge accepted," Mulder said, a grin spreading across his face.

Later that evening, Mulder approached Scully with the same determination he used when presenting his wildest theories. She was still on the couch with Lily fast asleep upstairs, now curled up with a cup of tea, and looked up at him, raising an eyebrow as he stood there, clearly plotting something.

"Mulder…" she said cautiously. "What are you up to?"

"I’ve discovered something today," he began dramatically, pacing a little as he built up to his request. "It’s called TikTok. Have you heard of it?"

Scully blinked at him, half-amused, half-bewildered. "I know what TikTok is. Why?"

"Well," Mulder continued, rubbing his hands together. "I was thinking… we should do one."

Scully stared at him for a moment, then let out a small laugh. "We should do a TikTok?"

"Yes. You and me. Together. Something fun, something… cheesy," he said, throwing in his best attempt at a charming smile.

Scully looked up at him, her eyes narrowing slightly as she tried to figure out if he was serious. "Mulder, we are not teenagers. What could we possibly do that anyone would want to see on TikTok?"

Mulder took a seat next to her, leaning in with a gleam in his eye. "That’s where the genius of it lies. We don’t have to do something crazy. We could do one of those cute, couple-y things people seem to love. I’ve seen some of these challenges where people throw stuff at each other and then hug or… I don’t know, something dorky."

Scully shook her head, smiling despite herself. "So, you want us to humiliate ourselves on the internet for the entertainment of the masses?"

"Exactly," Mulder said, beaming. "Come on, Scully. When was the last time we did something completely ridiculous together?"

She sighed, giving him a long look, but there was a softness in her eyes. "Okay, fine," she said finally, much to Mulder’s delight. "But I get to veto anything that involves dancing. Or singing, you know I cannot carry a tune to save my life."

"Deal."

The next day, they found themselves standing in the living room, Mulder holding his phone, looking way too excited for Scully’s liking. He had picked something simple—a cute couple’s challenge where one partner points to themselves or their partner in response to a series of questions about their relationship. Harmless, cheesy, and dorky enough to satisfy Mulder’s newfound fascination with TikTok.

Mulder propped the phone on the table, setting it up to record. "Okay, ready?" he asked, a glint of excitement in his eyes.

Scully crossed her arms, giving him a skeptical look but unable to hide the small smile tugging at her lips. "Let’s just get this over with."

They started the video, answering questions like "Who’s the better cook?" and "Who’s more likely to make the first move?"—pointing at each other and occasionally exchanging playful eye rolls. By the time it got to "Who’s the bigger nerd?", Scully pointed at Mulder without hesitation.

"I’m not a nerd!" Mulder protested, though he was clearly enjoying himself.

Scully shot him a look. "Mulder, you’re doing a TikTok with me right now. That speaks for itself."

When the video ended, Mulder stopped the recording, looking incredibly proud of himself. "That wasn’t so bad, was it?"

Scully shook her head, laughing. "You know, I’m actually surprised. That was… kind of fun."

Mulder grinned. "See? Now we’re officially TikTok stars. The internet’s going to love us."

"I don't know about that," Scully rolled her eyes but couldn’t help smiling as Mulder fiddled with the phone, uploading the video with a caption that read: When your partner’s still obsessed with the truth, but you just want to read a book.

As the video uploaded, Mulder leaned in, pressing a kiss to her temple. "We make a good team, don’t we?"

Scully smiled, leaning into him. "Yeah, we do. Even if you are a dork."

Mulder laughed, wrapping an arm around her. "I’ll take it."

And as they stood there side by side watching their silly video on the screen, Scully couldn’t help but feel a sense of lightness. It was a reminder that, even after everything, they could still find joy in the little moments—TikTok or not. @today-in-fic

[dizzyspice717]

I think Joja Marts ceo is Sebastian’s dad

[icewindandboringhorror]

boy in silly sitting positions compilation

[fisheito]

Found a BL manga at the library (amazing. I'm living in the world of tomorrow )

The back cover goes "in a SCHOOL where BOYS are subjected to a TIER SYSTEM that forces MC to BE BOTTOM BITCH to all the TOP RANK DOGS" and I'm 😬 eugh no thanks

Notice MC kind of looks like nerdkumo Images flood my mind with deplorable despicable humiliating things being done to him

...

Yeah alright

takes the book to checkout

[pokimoko]

Listening to instrumentals from the silly doo-wee-ooo show is actually something that can be so painful.

[milquetoad]

im so glad kyle gallner is getting his moment recently i always thought he should’ve been an it boy

[batsplat]

sometimes casey throws a like on posts about valentino's wins on four wheels, got me wondering how he really feels about vale's retirement life. back in the twilight of vale's career, casey was kinda sad seeing vale content with just hitting top five. but end of last year, he said he's happy for vale's new life vibe. (https://www.tumblr.com/kwisatzworld/735598710184165376/casey-stoner-talks-about-valentino-rossi-in-an)

but man, they're like poles... casey's rebuilding his storm-hit home on the gold coast, swinging golf clubs. meanwhile, valentino's still going full throttle���aside from a vacay in ibiza, dude's been all over the map this year with car races, bike races, tests, and coaching at his academy.

I'm gonna be honest, I have zero awareness of what any of these men do on social media... don't really keep up with them post-retirement in general unless they're literally at the races, giving interviews about their careers and whatnot. so whenever someone on here mentions something like this it's very... I didn't know that but it sure is interesting!! very sweet of casey lol (also link to the gifs)

though, quick note, I wouldn't say valentino was content back in the day with just being in the top five (or lower) - it's just the idea of stopping for a long time felt worse than carrying on. from that same giornale interview, -

And what is it like to live with the idea of ​​leaving? "It's difficult to accept. I didn't give up until the end. But you understand that at forty you no longer have those homicidal instincts that you had when you were twenty-five. But it was hard. At a certain point in my career, about ten years ago, I asked myself: do I stop when I'm on the crest of a wave and retire as a world champion, or do I race until I can't stand it anymore?" Answer? "I race until I can't stand it anymore. And so I did."

it's something he had to decide for himself... of course, both marc and casey have said something along the lines of how they could never have done that themselves, how for them it's only worth it if they're winning. and, y'know, there is something about that for valentino... for all that obviously he is obsessed with winning and desperately wants to do so... he really doesn't just thrive in a fight - he needs it. and it's so interesting, in a way, when you think about just how early in his career he was flirting with the idea of walking away... and then think about how long he ended up sticking around. sure, he was always pretty clear that he would have just done something else racing-related like f1 rather than retire, but still! and in a way, it's probably the fact that he started losing that made him so determined to stick around... the malaise was at its strongest whenever he was winning, or rather, winning too easily... a motogp without valentino might have made it likelier that casey would stick around for longer, whereas a motogp with casey made it less likely that valentino would leave

but yes, casey did say motogp would be better with valentino close to the top:

casey's opinions on what counts as 'good racing' are a whole other thing I'm not going to get into right now, but, I don't know! it's fun! it's fun that casey looked at the 2013-18 period and then what came after that and went 'yeah it'd be better if valentino were involved in this'! "battling it out with these guys" - not even casey stoner is immune to the good old fashioned joys of watching valentino getting himself involved in a dogfight! very compelling of him. I don't think it's just lip service either, not least since it's not like casey is massively inclined to shoot random compliments in valentino's direction (yes, even during valentino's swansong casey did have some rather less friendly hot takes he needed to get off his chest). and... y'know, before the feud really got going casey did talk about how much he'd enjoyed watching valentino, went out with his mates to observe valentino in all his sessions and all that... given you're generally not watching valentino oohing and aahing about him hooking together a quali lap, he must have also enjoyed watching valentino race! happens to the best of us I fear

a persistent problem for a lot of valentino's rivals is how closely associated valentino has become with the very idea of motogp, which, y'know, is the thing they've dedicated their entire lives to. now, for casey this is particularly gnarly and complicated and painful because he has a severely strained relationship with the whole sport, in some ways that come back to valentino and in some ways that go beyond him. and post-retirement, it's not like casey has completely eschewed that active connection to the sport - he was a test rider, he wanted to race again in 2015 as a replacement for dani, he's worked as a rider coach. so again *wiggles hand* complicated. fundamentally though, yes, two very different outlooks. valentino was desperate to race in motogp until he couldn't any more. whereas casey? he's not even missed the racing itself:

can you imagine something more foreign to valentino than this... who loves nothing more than the thrill of the hunt, of the chase, of the kill... that is not a man who was showing up every weekend for the qualifying sessions. it's a way in which they could not be more different - and of course that's further reflected in what they've chosen to do with their time since retirement. valentino is so eternally restless, casey needed to ground himself again. valentino will not stop racing for as long as is physically possible, whereas casey is spending his days fishing... or swinging golf clubs apparently. wait a minute, you say his house was destroyed? by a tornado? ah

anyhow, that's the bit I love about them (not the tornado bit)... how they're both extremely similar and extremely different at the same time - that's the kind of tension through which the narrative juices flow... they're similar in ways you kind of have to be if you want to be very good at a sport, and very good in that sport specifically. in their commitment, their will, their passion for what they do. their competitive instincts, their need to win. how interested they are in preserving the 'soul' of their sport, how they were both firmly on the anti-electronics train for years and years... valentino being told about casey's comments in 2013 pressers and being like 'yeah I'm with him on this'... casey saying in 2018 that valentino is, and I quote, "like me: if it weren't for all these electronics that manage the bike, if the power was controlled only by the rider's right wrist, rossi would still be number one on the track". by the way, and this has absolutely zero relevance to this post, I do need to bring up this comment from the same interview because it makes me laugh:

so real, casey. I wanted drama too. anyway, that comment casey made about the 'stunning blood red' ducati being contaminated by luminous yellow or whatever - obviously in context it was anti-valentino, but it was also revealing that this is even something he cares about because he loves this sport... he wants it to remain true to itself... he regrets not having had the chance to ride the 500cc bikes that valentino was the last guy to be able to win a title on, which obviously valentino is also insanely proud of. there's little things that stand out when you cross-read their autobiographies - like for instance the deep preoccupation with the 'bike or rider' question, partly because they'd both been accused of owing their achievements to something else other than their actual ability (and of course, because they're funny like that, they do both absolutely do this to each other) (also to some extent literally every champion gets put through this, they sure do have a lot of opinions about it though). their thoughts on the importance of being honest to yourself and being honest about what you owe your success to... about not deluding yourself, of not blaming the bike when you are the one to make an error... there's plenty of interesting overlap in what they write y'know

they are both incredibly capable of holding grudges, they are both petty to a fault and will remember any offence you committed even if it was about seven years ago (genuinely casey might be even worse on this metric). and they use this to motivate themselves... they are both so so determined to prove people wrong. if they think you've wronged them, they openly admit that they use that as fuel to spur themselves on. it's the power of spite - yamaha rejected casey so he wanted to show them, nobody thought valentino could make the yamaha switch work so he wanted to rub it in honda's faces. they love to get even. they can be quite suspicious of others to the point of paranoia; there's a world in which they combine their powers to be extremely accomplished conspiracy theorists. they both have a temper - it's easier to get casey angry, but valentino is downright vicious when effectively provoked. plus, and this bit cannot be stressed enough, they are both insane. different flavours of insane, but, still, insane. if you spend enough time thinking about laguna 2008, this kind of becomes one of the key takeaways - because, okay, valentino's riding was. eh. but casey's riding? also very! eh! valentino started it but casey joined in! casey always talked about how much that race changed for him, how it taught him to be more selfish, to just race for himself... and even if it made him feel bad, the thing about casey is that he was willing to do that

but at the same time, of course they're both very different, in all the deeply obvious ways. their respective relationships to publicity, to media, to fame - valentino does struggle with it, does hate it a lot of the time, but at the end of the day he still shines in the spotlight and is an incredibly effective communicator. he's willing to play the game a lot more than casey is... although casey can play it too, if in a different way, when valentino forces him into it. casey's still willing to play it now, which is why you hear him constantly offering his commentary on that rivalry - he's selling a story, a narrative that he may genuinely believe in but that also is of course supposed to flatter him. at the end of the day, however, casey doesn't quite get why all of this has to be such a big part of the sport, why it's necessary to even have anything apart from the racing... whereas valentino has always understood why all the other stuff exists and why it's worth engaging with the public-facing side of the sport, even when he hasn't liked it

valentino loves the sport in its entirety, immediately embraced the entire circus of the paddock and found it endlessly exciting and exhilarating from the very first moment, whereas casey has often wished he could escape all parts of the sport that aren't the racing itself. valentino is someone who has spoken at length about the bonds of friendship with his team and how important they are to him, whereas casey is a man who has said his only friend in the paddock is his wife. the very strong but different connections they both have to their place of origin, and how meaningful those are to both of them, how important it is to their sense of identity... somewhere they'll always come back to. and of course there's a ruthlessness to valentino that is mostly alien to casey, if not entirely. valentino relishes the battle, whereas casey would prefer to avoid it. there are things valentino is ready to do, lines he's ready to cross, where casey doesn't even understand why you would do any of that. valentino loves having... if not an enemy, then certainly a target - and while casey is hardly a stranger to the motivating power of spite, he is more or less happy to complete his track times on an empty bit of asphalt. relatedly, he also wishes to believe that he is completely immune to any kind of psychological tactics... and sometimes he's more right than he's given credit for and sometimes he's wrong. casey is a lot more preoccupied with this rivalry than valentino is - and of course it has a far more defining role within his career than vice versa. casey walked away so much sooner than valentino did because he had grown estranged from the sport he had so loved. whereas valentino never stopped loving it, even when it hurt him, even when it could have killed him... and he never will stop loving it

this post is going to take a bit of a left field turn, sorry. but there's just something about. idk. athletes trapped in a rivalry that's so intense and so meaningful for at least one half, but that's also so about the kind of... gulf between them, the mutual lack of comprehension, where it feels like the divide is so big it might be unbridgeable... anyway, it always makes me think of a specific bit of andre agassi's autobiography where he talks about his rivalry with pete sampras. so here:

Walking up to the gate, who should I see but Pete. As always, Pete. He looks as if he's done nothing for the last month but practise, and when he wasn't practising, he was lying on a cot in a bare cell, thinking about beating me. He's rested, focused, wholly undistracted. I've always thought the differences between Pete and me were overblown by sportswriters. It seemed too convenient, too important for fans, and Nike, and the game, that Pete and I be polar opposites, the Yankees and Red Sox of tennis. The game's best server versus its best returner. The diffident Californian versus the brash Las Vegan. It all seemed like horseshit. Or, to use Pete's favorite word, nonsense. But at this moment, making small talk at the gate, the gap between us appears genuinely, frighteningly wide, like the gap between good and bad. I've often told Brad that tennis plays too big a part in Pete's life, and not a big enough part in mine, but Pete seems to have the proportions about right. Tennis is his job, and he does it with brio and dedication, while all my talk of maintaining a life outside tennis seems like just that - talk. Just a pretty way of rationalizing all my distractions. For the first time since I've known him - including the times he's beaten my brains out - I envy Pete's dullness. I wish I could emulate his spectacular lack of inspiration, and his peculiar lack of need for inspiration.

obviously the specific details of the rivalry are very different, and the two rivalries don't map neatly onto each other at all. but I don't know, it's always felt a good way of summing up that! disconnect!! the whole world might want you to be distinct from your rival for narrative purposes and you're aware of how artificial the whole thing is... but sometimes it can still be true... casey's always talking about how he never got obsessed with his rivals, how he always treated them all the same, how it was all just externally imposed onto him... which, okay, we could perhaps question the supposed lack of obsession, but it still comes back to how you don't want it to just be about you and that other guy. always you and them, them and you - and maybe you can't actually escape it because it's the truth... it's your legacy, it's fundamentally interwoven into the fabric of your career, it's why you will never truly free yourself from that narrative. "the gap between us appears genuinely, frighteningly wide, like the gap between good and bad"... you're bound together in your shared passion for this sport, but your biggest rival is also somebody who you feel like you'll never truly understand

casey may feel alienated from valentino and in doing so feel alienated from the very sport itself. whereas for valentino, casey was just what he needed. having casey was something motivating, something exciting for valentino - however annoying he found that man, he always needs something to inspire him and for a while there that something was casey. it's a rivalry that wore away at casey while at the same time it lit a fire within valentino... the 'cordial' mutual hatred they exhibited towards each other, wrapped up in this sense of mutual estrangement, it weighed more heavily on one of them than it did on the other... all these similarities between the two characters that exist alongside the violence of the contrast between them. that underlying and inescapable sense of alienation. on some level, they were always perfectly clear on who the other man was when they were fighting each other - and tailored their approach to the rivalry accordingly. but knowing doesn't quite equal empathy, it's not the same as understanding, and the distance between the pair of them inevitably remained. hey, maybe a dinner will fix it, maybe casey can explain where he was coming from to valentino and get the chance to interrogate valentino on the same. because that's what casey's expressing there, right, when he's talking about telling valentino his 'challenges' from his 'point of view'... it's not even as much about understanding as much as it is about being understood. it's about getting valentino to comprehend casey's side of things. maybe even getting valentino to care. of course, more likely than not, the dinner hasn't happened and will never happen. more likely than not, that gap will remain unbridgeable. perhaps it's too much to ask for, to ever truly know your foil. perhaps it's even more impossible to expect to be known

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

watching fandaniel go is wild because he is just [vestibular stims] [vestibular stims] [vestibular stims] [vestibular stims] and yeah man that's a mood

[cuteniaarts]

2 hour rough drawing of Ehuang, my precious Green Opal child who I don’t draw nearly enough <3

[closet-is-tired]

Mandatory chapter 150 post, but it felt wrong to do another silly edit like I did for the last two...

So here's my take on this spread!

After ultimately having achieved his big dream of living a normal life, Denji is now having to realize that it may have not been what he actually wanted. So far we've seen Denji's big dreams be twisted in a monkey's paw sorta way. Perhaps it may be because his dreams were too simple, and the hands of fate were telling him to dream bigger.

Because of the circumstances surrounding Denji's entire life till this point, he was never able to think about more complex topics. After all, he was just trying to survive. And now, after being trust into society head first, Denji's being confronted with problems more burdensome and complex than he ever has before.

Since being brought into civilization by Makima, Denji has had a strict set of rules and guidelines to follow. He was (most likely) taught that things are only black or white, right or wrong. He was taught the easiest and most uncomplicated structure of morality, and now he has to free himself from simple ideals he was taught in part 1.

Being Chainsaw Man provided Denji and escape from the moral confines of society. It was the one part in his life where he was truly free. But as much as Denji may enjoy being Chainsaw Man, it deprives him of his heart, his humanity.

But now, he no longer has Chainsaw Man to fall back onto.

For Denji to move on to bigger, better, and more selfish dreams, he has to learn that black and white cannot exist without the shades of grey in between.

He has to learn that he cannot only be Chainsaw Man, or only have a normal life. What Denji has to realize is that both sides of him can't exist without the other.

Denji has to learn to balance. Not only his normal life and being Chainsaw Man, but also his own self serving desires and those that can benefit nayuta. And ultimately, his own happiness and saving the world.

Balance is probably going to become a big theme in the upcoming arc(s). Not only for Denji but for Asa too. They'll have to learn how to work together, to balance each other out. But also on an individual level, they'll have to learn to balance. Both of their individual arcs, till this point, have been of self discovery and learning to be selfish. Now, they'll have to figure out how to balance all the new thoughts and feelings they have and channel them into defeating the death devil and stopping Nostradamus.

[lesenbyan]

You know. I think I like G'raha for some of the same reasons people i know dislike him but likewise in the agreement on these facts is also why I dislike fandom G'raha. 'cause like. He isn't the same character as the Exarch. the G'raha we know and travel with in EW is not the same man as the Exarch, even with his memories, and I don't mean bc he's younger. like.

okay. I was raised on way too much sci-fi, okay? I got deep in it with paradoxes and time travel and alternate and parallel realities before i was 10. I had a lose grasp on certain quantum mechanics concepts at 13. you give me a time loop and I will immediately understand two things:

every loop is an alternate universe converging off of the same single point as there can be (are, depending) near infinite universes off of every single point in space (<- this is why AUs are called AUs after all) and thus

even if it's the same face, even if it's the same name. even if it's the exact same past up until now, even if everything is perceptibly the same, and this is crucial, they are not the same person.

(I promise, I'm getting there)

This holds true, even in a closed paradox bc you now have a chicken and the egg scenario. Like we all kind of understand the grandfather paradox, we understand that if we kill our grandfather before the respective parent is conceived we couldn't have been born and thus couldn't kill him, ad nauseum. but even if you close it. Even if, say, you're your own grandfather, every loop something's going to change, even if it's not noticeable, even if it's not in your life. something is gonna change. A fundamental fact of how i understand the theory to work (granted I'm no scholar) is every time you go back in time you're not actually going back on your linear time, you're creating an alternate universe which will then be the universe you also fast forward through when you go forward in time.

That being said, the G'raha Tia that becomes the Exarch is not the G'raha Tia that we know, this is proven the fact that the G'raha Tia we know cannot go on to become the Exarch bc the Exarch did not live these post 5.3 experiences. And from there that means the Exarch also didn't come from the G'raha we knew in Crystal Tower. CT and EW G'rahas are the same. the Exarch is from a parallel reality G'raha that yanked us bc the us from his reality died before he woke up and that is how that reality will always play out and we just so happen to be from the reality he reaches into/splinters to save a future. not his future. the people of his future are far beyond his reach and have been since he traveled to the First.

And I think all of that is incredibly fascinating. Especially bc if the G'raha we know was the base of the Exarch you'd think, now that the Exarch's memories are part of him he'd act more like him. but it still doesn't sit right on his shoulders. bc it's not him. This is someone else. this is a role he can play, a mask he can slip into, a dance he knows. but it's not who he is. it's not where he's comfortable, like he was comfortable for 100 years. You see it in Thavnair, you see him steel himself for it. he sees what's happening and he knows what needs doing bc he's got the memories of managing a panicked peoples before in the middle of tragedy. But it's not him. The Exarch is a different man. And I wonder, desperately, how G'raha feels about that man.

[mokeonn]

So I heard that Tumblr is slowly being abandoned (they seem to be laying off a majority of their staff and keeping a skeleton crew) and we might be nearing the end of this webbed site. I don't think it's currently worth panicking over, but I'm definitely going to start making that neocities website.

I'll make a post soon about other places where you can find me. Unfortunately, I've spent quite some time these last couple years getting rid of a majority of my social media because most platforms were bad for my mental health. I do not plan on going back to these platforms, so if tumblr goes down, I'm going to be only on non social media.

Maybe if one of the new social medias being created, actually take off (like bluesky or pillowfort or whatever else these days) I might join, but if not I might be entirely on personal websites, patreon (I will start posting regularly like a blog and make more free posts), some old websites I deleted but not because I hated them (such as ko-fi, which I deleted due to inactivity) and possibly furaffinity. I'm still on the fence about furaffinity. I might also finally start using my toyhouse but that is an oc sharing website and not much of an art sharing website.

I really do hope Tumblr doesn't go down, this is my one social media and if it does go down I am going to lose nearly all of my audience. I can make do by creating a personal blog and using whatever I have left in terms of "can post my art there and people can find me", and it won't discourage me from making my personal projects. I can make do, and I will make do, but I don't really want to make do.

Anyways, that's all I have to say right now, I'll make a post later once I set up some alternative sites to find me at, but for now I want to give the heads up that if I'm gone, you're not gonna find me on twitter, Instagram, or whatever third option there is. I'm likely going to just make do, be offline more, and likely just become active on the discord servers I'm on.

[darabeatha]

/ I've noticed that at this point I'm not even writing on any blog anymore, I just come and yell about some blorbo and leave. Rinse and repeat my lieges

[torchickentacos]

i feel like commentary youtube has a subsect of videos that come down to 'this could have been a tumblr vent post'

[hawnks]

Me: getting hung up on the opinions and actions of people who don’t matter

The tiny Bell Hooks that lives in my brain: Is this really how you intend to resist domination today? 🤨

[vse-kar-vem]

weekly breakdown post 😁 none of you hate me right !