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i tried falling for u — kuroo tetsuro x fem!reader tags-childhood friends (not rlly friends, just classmates), angst, heavy pining. i never wrote full angst before so sorry if this is shit but anyway

Kids are fucking mean.

You’d been in love with Kuroo since you were eight years old. Something about the way he towered over his classmates, towered over you had you breathless, adrenaline pumped through your veins every morning at six am as you got ready for school, head full of Tetsurō.

He’d always been taller than the majority, standing tall at 5'6 at the juvenile age of eight. You’d spent most of your times gawking at him in secret, totally un-oblivious to not-so-secret transparent stares; eyes lingering on his figure whenever he walked past your table in class, walked past your in the hallways, playgrounds, cafeteria; eyes totally captivated on his entire being, your body froze up everytime you spotted him, messy bed hair and all in the corner of your eye.

Your friend, Mika, teased you for it, relentlessly. Snapping her fingers in your face to grab your attention from the giant over to her. 

You had been practicing for the volleyball tryouts just to spend time with him, wasting time on your weekend learning how to put the volley in volleyball.

 After a couple weeks of self-practice, you were getting nowhere so you had mustered up the very little confidence inside you to tap on his shoulder, tugging on the flimsy fabric till he turned around, eyes meeting no-ones until he looked down. 

The moment his eyes met yours, you almost ran away, running behind the huge tree with bark thick enough to hide behind without being seen. Your stomach churns almost nauseatingly when his brows furrowed, looking at you almost weirdly.

 “What do you want?” He said after at least fifteen seconds of silence and stares from a random girl that bothered him mid-serve.

“I—uh, can you help me?” You fumbled for words, swallowing excessively at the silence that followed after you used up all the confidence you had to pop the question; you failed to realise you didn’t even suggest what you needed help for.

“Help you with what?” His voice is a little rough, high in pitch but rough nonetheless. It had you fighting the urge to disappear, underwaying turbulence forming in the pit of your stomach.

“Volleyball?” You stated it like it’s obvious, hands moving from behind you to hold out the volleyball you had bought with your own money—yeah, that’s how much you liked him—and smiled weakly at him. “I need help with my serves.”

“You’re on the volleyball team?!” 

“No—” You were unable to finish your sentence when his face scrunched up in disappointment. Panicking, you quickly add on, “but I’m trying out! Th-that’s why I need help.”

“Kuro.” A soft voice from the other end of the field speaks up, “what’s taking so long?”

“Ah Kenma, this girl needed help with serving.” 

Your world comes to an abrupt stop when he placed his hand on your shoulder, butterflies frolocking around in your stomach when he pushed you forward to face Kenma, the small brunette who has his eyebrows furrowed as he looks at you for disturbing his practice time.

“Whaddya think? Should we help her?”

You stood stiff and still, body rivaling that of a mannequin as Kenma’s eyes rake over your entire form. You felt naked under his stare, the harsh winds of the winter afternoon breezing past had your skirt brushing against your skin to remind you that you were fully clothed. 

“Sure.” Kenma shrugged his shoulders and the weight from your shoulders got lifted, metaphorically and physically as Tetsurō removed his bigger hand from your shoulder.

“Alright go over there, I’ll teach you.”

You spent the rest of that afternoon practicing with the both of them. You managed to see Kuroo smile whenever you got the serve over the net, laugh whenever it hit the net or went out of bounds and even compliment you before he left, patted you on the shoulder a bit too aggressively and told you to keep up the good work and you’ll make the team.

You couldn’t stop the smile on his face when the two of them left, disappearing back inside Kenma’s house just across the road. Oh, did I mention you lived just a couple houses away from him? You had the luxury of watching him go for his morning jog everyday at 6am—that’s definitely the reason you wake up that early, not just for school.

Months later, you made the team, playing as the team’s libero. 

It was amazing, until you found out that you and Kuroo would not be on the same team. It didn’t occur to you at the time that girls and boys don’t play on the same team, but do attend tournaments and other competitions together. 

You were devastated, more than devastated honestly; regretting all the months of work and time you put in just to get into volleyball.

The longer you played volleyball though, the more you liked it and came to the realisation that the training you did paid off.

At a volleyball camp, set up by the school, the girls team went over to the boys team and asked them to play truth or dare. 

Your friend Mika was the deciding force behind the whole idea, winking in your direction when it came to Kuroo’s turn.

“Kuroo! Truth or dare?”

“Uh—” He lifted his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them before continuing, “Dare.”

“I dare you…” Mika paused, dragging out the word ‘you’ as she looked around the circle. You had a feeling that wink was her up to no good, and kept your gaze focused on the wooden floor of the gym, playing around with your shoelaces. 

“...give (y/n) a kiss on the cheek.”

The air from your lungs gets coughed out violently as you choke around on nothing, eyes flitted up to face Mika who winked at you again, assuring you everything will be okay. One look to your right, confirmed that nothing would be alright, because Kuroo’s face looked like he had been forced to drink swamp water. “No thanks, truth.” 

You swear you felt like throwing up. The chicken nuggets you ate earlier for lunch are already making their way up your throat. 

This isn’t real, right? It’s just a kiss on the cheek--

The snickers coming from his male counterparts and your own teammates had you dipping your chin down, facing the floor once more, wishing you had earbuds on to drown out the sounds of their mockery.

You quit the team two months after that. 

You thought maybe distancing yourself from the sport would also help you get rid of your crush.

News flash, it didn’t.

Your crush stuck with you into your first year of middle school, and your second…and third.

You spent the last weeks of your final term in middle school preparing, and waiting for the right time to ask Tetsurō out for the school dance, catching him at his locker after practice, tugging on the back of his shirt once more because that was the only way you knew how to get his attention.

He slammed his locker shut, volleyball shoes in one hand, P.E bag slung over his shoulder, still towering over you, (he’s 5 '10 now). “Yo, what’s up?”

“I just want to know—” You swung on the balls of your heels, avoiding his gaze at all costs so you don’t splutter on your words. “Do you maybe—I mean, are you going to the dance?”

“The dance?”

“Yeah, the one next week, for the third years to celebrate…before we leave for high school?”

Kuroo leaned against the lockers, head hitting the lockers softly as he looked up the ceiling, touching the base of his neck with his hand. “Aaah, I dunno. That shit looks kinda lame.”

“Oh.” You quickly fixed your face to hide your disappointment, “yeah, it’s super lame. I wouldn’t even wanna go.”

He snickered, tugging his arm through his coat sleeve. “So you’re not goin’?”

You shook your head. “Nope.”

“Yeah, same. I guess I’ll see you around…” he paused for a beat, your breath hitched in your throat when he looked directly at you, “what’s your name again?”

Oh.

“It’s (Y/n).” You told him, praying that you have the self control to hold yourself together when you feel your eyes start to heat up, the tears threatening to escape and your bottom lip started to quiver, “we went to primary school together?”

A tear falls when he looked away, down at his phone when it buzzed and you use that distraction to quickly wipe it with your sleeve. “Primary, ay? Hm…”

He really doesn’t remember—

“You helped me with volleyball? That one time?” Your tone is fairly uncertain, as if you don’t even remember it yourself; maybe it was all a dream or something. Still no memory of you.

“I live like two houses away from you and Kenma—”

“Oh, speaking of!” He perks up and you stand up a little straighter, hoping he’d remembered something of your existence. “I gotta go, Kenma’s waiting for me! I’ll see you later, uhh?”

“(Y/n)...” You’d said, defeated, hands trembling on the strap of your school bag as you watched him exit through the school doors.

A week later, you saw him at the dance.

Dancing with Mika.

Remember Mika? Your so-called best friend? 

Yeah.

You watched in utter disbelief as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, not missing how she had to tiptoe a little bit to reach his height, not missing how she smiled as he whispered something into her ear, not missing the red tint on his ears when she kissed him on the cheek. 

That was supposed to be you—

But the betrayal didn’t end there.

Oh, how could you forget high school. 

Your crush on Tetsurō thankfully faded away throughout the years, only a couple sprinkles in your mind came back everytime you crossed him in the halls. 

Aside from the inevitable dull heart ache inside your chest when you saw him, high school was pretty much a success. You’d made a tiny group of friends; Mika and Tetsurō dated for like a couple months, breaking up halfway during your first year.

You never spoke to her again.

Brief ‘heys’ and nods exchanges between you and Tetsurō occurred too. You didn’t go full ghost, you kept as minimum contact as possible.

Until your third year, when Kuroo magically spoke to you again, approaching you at a party his fellow teammate Yamamoto hosted, inviting Kuroo’s arch nemesis, Daishou Suguru.

You were totally unaware that Daishou had a crush on you. Only finding it out after the incident happened.

Kuroo and Daishou had gotten into an argument. 

You weren’t sure when or where or why it happened, because you were by the poolside, pants rolled up to your knees as you dipped your legs into the pool, chatting with your tiny group of friends.

Kuroo came strolling in, dropping down beside you by the pool. “Hey.”

You weren’t sure if he was talking to you or not, a quick turn to left, you faced him as he was looking at you with a weak smile on his face. “...Hey?”

“Why’d you sound so unsure?” 

You shrug.

He shifted his hands behind him, and you struggled to maintain eye contact with him, shifting your sight over to the ripples in the pool water. He dips his head down to look at you. “Everything okay?”

This was probably the longest conversation you’d had with him so far. No, you weren’t fucking okay. You felt like you were about to throw up—no, that’s nasty. 

“I’m good, yeah.”

You send him a reassuring smile that wasn’t so reassuring; he could see it. He wasn’t blind, nor was he stupid. The brief second you looked back over at the pool, you missed him shooting his gaze up to Daishou, lounging beside the door, hands on Mika’s waist as he whispered something in her ear.

Oh, so that’s how you’re playing. Tetsurō’s tongue poked at his cheek before standing up, offering you his hand. “Wanna come dance with me?”

You stare down at his palm, it looks so soft, before blinking up at him. “What?” 

“Dance with me.” He shakes his hand in the air, reminding you that it’s there for you to take. When you just stare at him, dazed and confused, he said, “c’mon. You’re clearly sad. Let me cheer you up.” 

It never occurred to you how random this all was, how he suddenly wanted to talk to you today, dance with you today when he could’ve done all that before when you had asked him yourself that one day. You’re not even sure he remembered that incident either.

But you just brushed it off, thinking he’s into you as well and finally saw how head over heels you were for him. 

So you accept his hand, let him drag you inside, let you dance on him, told you jokes, smiled with you, laughed with you. If you weren’t so blinded by love, you wouldn’t have missed the countless glances over your shoulder at Daishou, doing the same exact thing with Tetsurō‘s ex-girlfriend. 

He cupped your cheek and the music drowned out, ears picking up nothing but the sound of his breathing as you stared up at him. His eyes darted down to your lips and sweat formed all over your body. You felt sticky and disgusting as your body temperature rose the closer his face got to yours…is it hot in here?

Your lips opened and closed for a moment before your eyes squeezed shut, preparing yourself for the impact. When Kuroo kissed you, your heart beated through your chest, you could hear it in your ears. His lips were soft as he worked them lazily against yours, hands still holding your face tight.

You had no clue what to do with your hands, awkwardly holding them at your side as if you were scared to touch him. Your trembling hands finally lifted, resting just on his shoulders, pulling him closer to you, mimicking the action Mika had done on that day.

Then it hit you; this was your first kiss. Tetsurō Kuroo was your first fucking kiss. And it was amazing. Fireworks went off in your head, giving you the urge to go an extra mile, grabbing his hand from your face, you moved it down to your waist, insisting him to hold you there.

He gratefully did so, sliding his hands up and down your back and you fought the urge to cry. His touch was so warm, so caring, so gentle. 

A rough hand ripped Tetsurō away from you and you were left cold, practically shivering as you missed his warmth. Kuroo made eye contact with Daishou who looked livid. He was breathing way too heavily and his jaw was clenched.

Kuroo only cackled, the laughter is still something ringing in your ears to this day and slapped a hand on Daishou’s shoulder, “You good, brah?”

“Don’t fuckin’ ‘you good brah’ me! What did you have to bring her into this?!” The entire party stops what they’re doing to watch the commotion, Daishou’s voice loud enough to catch everyones attention as he points at you, your face still flushed from the makeout.

“So when you make moves on my ex it’s fine, but when I kiss your crush it’s not?”

“Crush?” You say, quietly and Daishou looks at you like he’s fumbling for the right words. “Wait, wait—so you don’t like me, Kuroo? You just kissed me for what—?”

“It’s not a big deal,” he shrugs, your heart tore in two.

“Big deal?” You clenched your trembling fists, “that was my first kiss.” You tried to sound angry, but your voice was wavering, your confident persona crumbling down into pieces in front of everyone. “You—did you even know I liked you? After all these years? And you’re just—are you serious right now?”

“You like me?” He didn’t sound phased, just passed it off as a regular occurrence which you assume is normal because he gets confessions on a regular basis. “Oh, my bad, I guess.”

You examined him once more, trying to search for at least a sorry bone in his body, searching for at least an ounce of guilt, but you failed to find anything. Daishou just watched the entire thing, blinking the entire time and Kuroo looked around awkwardly when hot tears started to fall down from your face.

You sped out that party faster than you’d ever ran before, dropping down by a street light and cried, mascara spilling down your face. It was messy and honestly your breaking point. You’d spent at least ten years pining over this guy, only for each time you mustered up the courage to talk to him he either;

Forgot you existed

Blew you off/lied to you

Humiliated you in front of everyone

You were struggling with confidence issues in the past, had a single friend your entire childhood, and she ended up betraying you either way. Your current friends, who you’re sure saw the commotion inside —because who the fuck didn’t? —still didn’t come in to check on you. Not even a text asking if you’re okay, didn’t chase after you, didn’t call you.

Nothing.

You sat there on the sidewalk, diggin your face into your knees and sobbed into your arms. 

After you’re sure what is around five minutes, there’s a tap on your shoulder. 

“Go away.” You mutter, not wanting to be bothered by some stranger asking why you’re sitting on a sidewalk at 10PM on a Friday night. The stranger taps again and you don’t respond this time, hoping they grab the hint. But they don’t; tapping once more and you shoot up, “What?!”

The guy steps back a bit, hands in the air before moving them to his pockets. “Just wanted to see if you’re okay.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I mean,” he doesn’t need to say much; you had dried tears on your face, black ink tracing down your cheeks from the mascara, your eyes were puffy and red, and your chest was stuttering with each breath you took, “you—uh, don’t look so good?”

“I’m fine.” You wipe your nose with your arm, smudging your fucked up makeup even more. 

“No, you’re not.” There’s shifting and the man sits down next to you on the sidewalk. “I saw what happened in there.”

“Ok.”

“It was pretty fucked.”

“Ok.” 

He sighs when you don’t co-operate, raking his eyes down your body he notices you’re shivering. A jacket is thrown onto your shoulders and you grip the sleeves gently, unable to look him in the eyes as you mutter out, “thank you.”

“It’s no problem.” 

You both sit there in silence for a short moment. He’s counting all the cars parked on the opposite side of the road and you dig deep inside your brain trying to think of a conversation starter. 

“I’m (Y/n).”

“Iwaizumi Hajime.” When he tells you his name, you smile at him weakly, looking back down at your fingers. “Want me to walk you home?”

“...yes please.”

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purple hearts isnt the cute romcom yall think it is once u realize that estimated number of Iraqi civilians killed by the US invasion are in the 200,000s. But Netflix thinks its funny to say kill all arabs in 2022

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Purple Hearts was so hard to watch.

I watched it bc people were saying you can see some Henry mannerisms and felt good about Nicholas Galitzine for the role. so I was excited! I wanted to watch the actor who’s going to play one of my fav fictional characters (even though I knew ahead of time the whole movie is military propaganda.)

and I prepared myself to look past the military stuff but I was not ready for the line “kill all arabs” and for Luke to sit by and do nothing.

then all the “liberal snowflake” comments he made while Cassie was arguing with him. (NO. not arguing. defending herself and her background, unnecessarily, to someone who doesn’t respect her family or place in the country. she shouldnt have had to explain the things she did.)

and there was no real redemption for this aspect of his character in the end. I kept waiting for him to say something right. in the end I was hoping he’d have some come to Jesus moment like “I was wrong. I shouldn’t have let my friend say that.” or LITERALLY ANYTHING EVEN CLOSE TO THAT.

instead the liberal, latina girl ends up sacrificing her morals with a conservative guy who has shown no emotional or empathic growth other than “I should take responsibility for the fraudulant marriage” which….. ok. you got like 10% of the problem here. congrats.

how about all the other shitty aspects of his character?? I didn’t want to watch Cassie be forced to defend herself and her heritage but at the same time I didn’t like watching her fall for someone who would have voted for trump, no question. not to mention, Nicholas Galitzine’s next role is a gay character and I spent the whole movie thinking “Yeah this guy would vote against gay marriage.”

nothing against Nicholas Galizine. it’s actually a testament to his acting ability that I hated Luke so much, honestly. and I couldn’t picture a better Henry if I tried

idk. I can’t believe I watched the full thing. I was waiting for something that was never gonna happen :(

EDIT: I shouldn’t have left this in the tags of my reblog. “Cassie settled for someone who would vote against her at the end of the day” and thats not romantic to me, sorry.

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Grooming is when someone builds a relationship, trust and emotional connection with a child or young person so they can manipulate, exploit and abuse them.

Grooming Can Look Like:

1. "Is that your real name? I don't really like to call people by their usernames."

Asking for personal information right away - It gives a false sense of intimacy and can be used later to threaten or blackmail.

2. "I see you like Band. My parents hate them. 😂 Do your parents know your music tastes?"

Segueing quickly into private life, sometimes asking invasive questions about home, friends, family, etc - It tells them whether or not a person is isolated, unhappy, self-destructive, unsupervised, etc. The more vulnerable a person is, the more successful grooming can be.

3. "I like your fan art. Do you do nsfw? Nothing crazy, just flirty..."

Bringing up sexuality or other adult subjects in a general way - It pushes the person's boundaries gently, getting them to talk about nsfw things in a way that feels nonthreatening.

4. "That post made a good point. I would never guess you're 14. You're really mature and well-spoken."

Describing the person as mature, smart, wise, resourceful, street-smart, etc - It's flattering, and it gives the illusion of equality and respect in their interactions.

5. "People hate what they don't understand. You're just so unique. I get it."

Reinforcing that the person is unique, misunderstood, above others, etc - It increases isolation and forms a sense of dependance on the groomer.

6. "Omg look at this guy's outfit! It's so hot! You know, you could totally rock something like this!"

Sexualizing the person in flattering ways - It feels like a compliment and edges farther past typical boundaries, normalizing more and more sexual interactions.

7. "That guy was out of line. 😤 I couldn't help it, I messaged him and told him if he doesn't leave you alone I'll doxx him. He won't be back. He knows I'll do it. Please don't be mad, I just hate when people mess with my friends... "

Defending the person, often inappropriately - It's a show of devotion to the person, a display of the potential for aggression that serves to nudge boundaries, and can be used to threaten or coerce later.

8. "I'm totally with you on Ship X. It's so bigoted to break up Ship Y like that. We ought to try to get those freaks banned."

Creating an other to unify against, often inappropriately - It creates a sense of intimacy and serves as a way to push boundaries by encouraging inappropriate behavior.

9. "Idk why you let her waste ur time. U don't need phoneys like that. You have me!!! 😂"

Discouraging competing relationships - It increases isolation, vulnerability and dependence.

10. "Listen, don't worry about your phone bill. I got it. Sent it thru your Kofi, plus a little extra. You deserve it."

Giving gifts, money, or paying bills - It creates a sense of intimacy, and possibly financial dependence. And it can be used as a source of guilt.

11. "Where are you??? Tell whoever you're with that I miss my bff!!!!!"

Checking in, keeping tabs, tracking or asking for updates - It diverts the person's attention onto the groomer, interrupts their social life to further isolate, and creates a pattern of guilt and responsibility for the groomer's feelings.

12. "I can't believe you'd abandon me like this. You know I have depression. Are you trying to make me suicidal? The least you could do is give me a couple weeks to find a new therapist. I'm gonna need one now."

Threatening to harm themselves, or implying that they might if contact ends - It plays on that sense of guilt and responsibility and can be used long after abuse has happened, to prevent disclosure.

Grooming doesn't happen by accident. By definition, it's deliberate. When someone begins grooming, they have already decided to abuse. From that point on, interaction has one goal. It creates a situation where the person being targeted has conflicting emotions about what's happening, no one they trust to give advice, and no way to break out without being the bad guy.

The setup - the grooming behaviors themselves - vary. One abuser might use many approaches, and might even change methods if a target isn't receptive. I think we can all agree that guilt-tripping and displays of aggression aren't healthy under any circumstances, but many common behaviors are things that can happen outside of grooming, in other contexts, and be ok. (An old friend might give generous gifts purely out of friendship, but someone who's practically a stranger, giving generous gifts, acting like an old friend, is potentially predatory.) That's why it can be so hard to see. We can't simply ban their tools or latch onto keywords. There are no elements that are always present. There's no set pattern. There are few flags that are always red. It's not that simple.

The only reliable and realistic way to keep vulnerable ppl safe is to teach them to recognize potential grooming by looking at the entirety of the situation, to trust their feelings, and to speak up.

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:0 thousandth note

wraps their beefy arm around your waist and pulls you towards them into a kiss-

IWAIZUMI, BOKUTO, Atsumu, Aran, Kuroo, Mattsun, Daichi, KYOUTANI

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you’re very loved

I genuinely have no words to describe both how grateful I am, how special I feel and how much I think I needed to hear this.

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time here: 3:24 am -nin

:0 the witching hour

tbh out of all the people I know you are the person I most think has like black cat, broomstick, magic energy.

i would tell you to sleep, but I’d be a hypocrite lol. either way, sweet dreams whenever you decide to!!!

also I think you’d excel at making potions in particular

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relationship status: single :) and mingling 😩 (jk)

favorite color: amaranthine. It’s the color in between purple and red, and means eternally beautiful.

song stuck in my head: say you’ll remember me, standing in a nice dress staring at the sunset babe <3

last thing I googled: what is a nokken (has to do with sirens, like mythology ykyk)

time: 1:37 PM

dream trip: NEWWWW YORKKK CONCRETE JUNGLE WHERE DREAMS ARE MADE OF

something I want: to give you a virtual hug <3 and also for my life to be a book and to have a love interest and adventures :) oh, and white chocolate

tagging: any of you that want to participate :D I can’t tag you all!

Rules: Tag 10 people you want to get to know better.

Thanks for the tag @fangirl-couch-potato and @quakeismyhero!

Relationship status: single.

Favourite colour: cornflower blue.

Favourite food: lasagna,

Song stuck in my head: Beat It by Michael Jackson.

Last thing I googled: lattice structures chemistry.

Time: 12:58 am.

Dream trip: India and China.

Something I want: to get good grades on my finals.

No pressure tagging: @brekker-by-brekkerr, @bigbendyhorns, @likea-black-widow-baby, @thezegendofzelda, @maybeimart, @fentasticallyconfuddled, @antoinetriplettsupremacy, @melina-melinda, @just-a-latina-fangirl and @rejectofsociety!

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hi sexy wooman

hello there 😏

it’s so hard being irresistible, but I’m sure you know a lot about that ellie 🫶

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Due to the serious underpayment the voice actors of Miraculous Ladybug are getting (despite the high popularity of the show), Joe Ochman, the English VA of Mayor Bourgeois has left the show and will be replaced in Season 5. On top of that, the reason SAMG will be no longer animating Miraculous episodes also has to due with being underfunded. SAMG is known in the fandom for animated some of the best episodes in terms of animation like Crocoduel and Strike Back. Mind you, if they can afford to make The Awakening Movie with a budget over 100 million dollars, then they can afford to give their employees a fair pay. Please check out and sign this petition made by Sydney Satalino to protest against this. Also make sure to share this on as many social media accounts as you can with the hashtag #ZagPayUp. Let's be the heroes that Miraculous Ladybug inspired us to become.

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If you’re a real human person still using the default tumblr avatar, consider changing it.

why should you change it?

When you guys pop up in our notifications, most seasoned tumblr users will suspect you’re a bot and block on sight.

why do we block immediately?

tumblr has a history of bots trying to infiltrate and establish a connection to a valid, existing blog in order to populate google searches. Simply liking or reblogging a post, not just adding a scam link to it, establishes this connection. Tumblr users don’t want this to happen, especially if it’s a scammy p*rn bot. So, we often block on sight.

So now I have to reblog stuff AND change my pfp?

Well, of course that’s up to you! I just want to explain why you may have been already blocked by an artist/blogger you may have discovered recently, and how you can avoid it in the future.

Reblogging does help creators more than likes because your reblogs will show up on the dash of those that may follow you. Plus, reblogging puts that post on your own blog, and in case the original gets deleted or edited by the OP, it’ll be on your blog like that–forever (or until you delete your blog). Nice.

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all other romance is canceled

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water polo season started today so on top of my piling up assignments I have that making me exhausted 😭

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I practiced my whole chipotle order and it catastrophe-fied itself

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I’m sad, lonely, and struggling with writers block 😍