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repeat after me:

tumblr is the reblog website

tumblr is the reblog website

tumblr is the reblog website

tumblr is the reblog website

tumblr is the reblog website

tumblr is the reblog website

tumblr is the reblog website

tumblr is the reblog website

tumblr is the reblog website

tumblr is the reblog website

this is not instagram or whatever other like-based social medium, likes don't matter that much, your experience is not shaped by an all-knowing algorithm, but by you and reblogging is the lifeblood of this godforsaken corner of the internet

if you love tumblr and if you want to show your appreciation for the creators of the content here, you reblog

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How to use Em Dash (—) and Semi Colon ( ; )

Since the ai accusations are still being thrown around, here's how i personally like to use these GASP ai telltales. 🦄✨

Em Dashes (—)

To emphasize a shift / action / thought.

They're accusing us—actually accusing us—of using AI.

To add drama.

They dismissed our skills as AI—didn't even think twice, the dimwits—and believed they were onto something.

To insert a sudden thought. Surely they wouldn't do that to us—would they?

To interrupt someone's speech. "Hey, please don't say that. I honed my craft through years of blood and tears—" "Shut up, prompter."

To interrupt someone's thoughts / insert a sudden event.

We're going to get those kudos. We're going to get those reblogs—

A chronically online Steve commented, “it sounds like ai, idk.”

Semi Colons ( ; )

To join two closely related independent sentences / connect ideas.

Not only ChatGPT is capable of correct punctuation; who do you think it learned from in the first place?

Ultimate pro tip: use them whenever the fuck you want. You don't owe anyone your creative process. 🌈

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this is actually like my third or fourth rodeo so i sort of get it but sort of dont

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«  he’s behind me isn’t he 🤨 »⚠️‼️

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Regulus: I’m looking for someone mature James: *nervous laughter* Yeah, maturity is important. Barista: I have a caramel macchiato for Mr. Fondil Mabols?

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saying fuck you to jkr isn't enough, I need to make her main character's dad have passionate, loving (and gay) sex with Sirius Black's brother, the character she wrote just to complicate the locket plot.

bonus points if we make either (or both) of them trans.

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Remus: okay Harry, can you spell “blue”?

*5-year-old Harry*: B-L……-E…-U

James: no sweetie, that’s not-

Regulus coming from the kitchen: THAT’S FRENCH!

James: love, I don’t think he-

Regulus: MON PETIT GÉNIE!

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every time the sun hits my face i'm like "omg lord apollo hiii" and i have the immense urge to go out waving to the sun in the middle of the street

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potions - jegulus - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 380

“Never have I ever…” Sirius trailed off, screwing his face up in concentration and mouthing at the lip of his bottle for a moment before lighting up with an idea. Shooting James an evil grin, he said, “Never have I ever played dumb to get someone’s attention!”

Feeling the heat form on his face, James avoided one particular person’s eyes and instead looked around the room to see who drank. Thankfully, it seemed he wasn’t the only one who became a little senseless around his crush, as both Marlene and Dorcas drank, grinning at each other, while Peter unabashedly took a swig from his own drink. When he thought it was safe, James drank, only to be called out immediately.

“Potter! When did you play dumb?” Regulus demanded, making James’s stomach sink.

Sirius, who looked thoroughly entertained, beamed. “Yeah, Potter. When did you play dumb?”

“Erm.” Was it hot in here? “Well. You know when we first started talking, and I asked for help in Potions?” he mumbled to Regulus, trying to move his lips as little as possible so as to not allow anyone else to hear.

“Yes,” the Slytherin murmured, eyes narrowed.

“I…didn’t need help. I already knew how to brew that potion. I just wanted to see you,” he confessed, bracing himself for Regulus’s ire.

But before Regulus, who was now pink-faced and looked rather flustered, could say a word, Barty Crouch burst out laughing. “Don’t worry, Potter. Reg took his time teaching you so he’d get to see you more often, too!”

Instantly, Regulus turned on his best friend. “As if you don’t act like a complete idiot around Evan sometimes,” he snarled. “Oh, Rosie,” he mimicked. “I seem to have forgotten how to take off my clothes. Can you help?”

The whole group burst out laughing, and Barty shut up and drank.

“And you, Sirius. Interesting question, seeing as you always seem to accidentally trip and fall right into Remus’s arms,” Regulus continued, turning to his brother, who began to sputter defensively. “And you–”

But even as Regulus picked each person apart bit-by-bit, resulting in laughter, kissing, and utter chaos, James just looked on fondly. Because it seemed by the Slytherin’s slight smile, he was happy that James had wanted him, even from the beginning.

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Harry, 5 yo: Dad, if you don't, I'll run away. James: And where will you go? Harry: To Papa's. James, confused: Papa? who's Pa-oh. Harry: I'm gonna leave. Hmph. *starts walking away* James, still in shock: Oh my god. Harry wait- Harry: What? James, calling Regulus: Here, talk to him. Harry, brightly: Is it papa? James, teary-eyed: Yes. Your papa. Harry: Papa! Dad's being mean. James, scoffing in tears: No I'm not- Harry: PLEASE COME PAPA I MISS YOU!! *Regulus on the line, muffling a sob* Regulus: Yeah, I'll come over. Harry, beaming: YAY!! Thank you papa, love you!! Regulus: L-love you too

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Buddie + married tweets