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Do you think of me, the way I think of you?

We don't talk anymore. But I still see your posts. I watch you grow and change, faded like a ghost.

Do you think of me and remember our talks through the night? When I'd talk through the dark, and you'd speak in the light?

When I'd stay up late, and you'd get up early, for a chance for our words to connect on a journey.

From ocean to ocean, across sea and shore, in all of our talks, you were never a bore.

I had set an alarm for 3 in the morning, and I'd wake from my sleep with barely a warning.

'Wake up!' It would say, 'Friend is starting their day.'

So I'd tell you, "Good morning!" amid the moonbeams. You'd respond, "Good morning! Sleep well, and good dreams."

But at some point, it stopped. Our correspondences dropped.

You stopped wishing good dreams. I stopped setting alarms. We focused on school, on jobs, and our charms.

We grew up, and slowly, we grew into strangers. We found people closer to trust without danger.

I still have your contact saved on my phone, and I wonder if you have ever made me known.

I still have my alarm set for 3 in the morning, turned off, yet waiting to never need forming.

I still see your posts and your updates on life. I'm happy for you and your time without strife.

You seem happy and filled, and the you I knew would be thrilled.

Sometimes, I mourn the friendship we had, as I ache to reach out and say that I'm glad.

I've seen your accomplishments and all that you've done. I'm proud you've grown up and reached for the sun,

Even if it meant leaving me behind. But I wonder if you think of our past that's entwined?

Am I a piece of your history, lost in a long forgotten memory? Or am I circled in the forefront of your thoughts as a reverie?

Do you see my posts and stories and take the chance to take inventories

Of the things you knew of me and the dreams I wished to be.

Am I a whisper in your thoughts or a set of quickly bypassed snapshots?

Do you wonder how I've rearranged or if I ever changed?

Do you think of me the way I think of you? I'd like to believe I was important to you too.

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I FOUND RANBOOS JOURNAL????

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i made this meme in a blind rage

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Love isn't always great acts of passion or sacrifice

sometimes love is small and quiet and goes by easily unnoticed

it's how my aunt always makes devilled eggs when she knows I'm coming over, because she knows they're my favourite

it's how whenever my brother sees my favourite pop in the store he'll buy me one, just because

it's how my mom always asks how my day went when she sees me, and listens to my answer

it's how my best friend always has a new series or video to show me, because she watched them and thought of me

it's how my siblings come to me for a hug when they've had a bad day- and it's how I give them the hug because I know they need it

it's how one of my students drew me a platypus, because they remembered I mentioned it was my favourite animal at the beginning of the year

it's how my dad sends me memes he finds on facebook, because he thinks they'll make me laugh

it's how my friends keep soft plushies and blankets and fidgets, in case I forget to bring my own

it's how my nan used to pull out all her art supplies so we could draw together when I came over

it's how my grandpa used to take me to the beach, so we could spend time together even if we weren't doing the exact same thing

it's how my dad makes sure my plants are watered when im away, and how my cats give me forehead bumps, and how my brother wraps me in the biggest, gentlest hugs

it's how we see things and learn things about people, and go out of our way to remember them, and do things for them, and make them smile

it's how we wrap people up with warmth and comfort and tell them I love you without ever uttering the words

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So, I'm playing minecraft it's all fun and game the ususal, THEN (following under the cut cus it's longer and i'm not an asshole)

Me: Oh wow I'm so lucky!

Then again

And again

Im going down the cave, following the path of diamomds, as you do.

I'm like: Ooo this is such a great find!

(Mind you this all happens in about a span of 5-6 minutes)

AND THEN

IT WAS A TRAP!

This meme is literally me 5 minutes ago 😭

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Under The Brine by bonesandthebees

Wow, it's really been nearly two months since I posted! Besides the usual life stuff, I also took the plunge and bought Affinity Publisher just so I could control the typeset to a greater finesse than clunky Microsoft Word. And this is my first result of that!

This fic, Under The Brine by @bonesandthebees is one of my favorite Crimeboys fics, and I had so many ideas to try out to visualize the situations and vibes of the plot. As you will see, the result was a mix of established layouts and new experimentation. The cover itself is made using Affinity, printed onto paper to give a papery feel on the hands!

The chapter pages are designed with voluminous double-spread images because I wanted the reader to "fall in" to the story. I want to bring the feel of unnatural uncertainty, fear, and dread into a visual form; if a picture tells a thousand words, the right one can convey the mood of an entire arc. Having the opening paragraphs shifted to the side accentuates the visual feel.

As per usual, I have my layouts for pre-fic notes along with an appendix section for end notes and author comments to curious readers (albeit this time on Tumblr). But I also diverged by adding a playlist, curated by the author for this fic, along with a Spotify code if typing the song names onto YouTube is too much.

With Affinity, I also took the time to lay out the fic's dream sequences. I wanted a complete opposite to a normal page to convey the act of dreaming, and so made the pages all-black. However, the volume of needed black ink did confuse my printer and created a number of paper jams, so I don't think this style is going to be used much.

Additionally, I formatted the phone-text-messaging part of the fic so it actually looks like a text message convo! This was one of the most fiddly parts of typesetting as I had to balance not only the text messages, but the error alert symbol and words as well.

And lastly, I experimented with putting last paragraphs and the ending image together, instead of putting them onto separate pages as per my other binds. I do this because I wanted to visualize the moody feel of the ending... and because I was running out of paper and wanted to save pages.

Full thanks to @bonesandthebees for writing this fic!

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The spiders and baby zombies were too late — as of right now, Phil has OFFICIALLY passed the 5 year record of his previous Hardcore world! :')

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Thinking about that time that Q!Phil was trying to fly again and jumped off the wall, he said something along the lines of “you’ve done it before, you can do it again”.

Thinking about how in MaepleTea’s animatic (which is official as it was commissioned by Phil) we see Phil do basically the same thing.

Both times Phil didn’t know if he was actually going to be able to fly, but he threw himself off a ledge regardless because he has such a strong desire to fly.

(Also Phil basically being Icarus means so much to me. Phil cubito I hold you so very gently)

((Also also GO WATCH THE ANIMATIC! ITS A PART ONE, I THINK THERE ARE GONNA BE THREE PARTS))

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i love working to the sound of someone else losing their marbles. this is my favorite genre of youtube video

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I felt like you guys will appreciate this

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mm wings <3

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Mer folk my beloveds!!!!

based on my fav author @bonesandthebees au "songs of change"!

I did my best to reference the tails / appearances from the story

it's been a hot minute since I've drawn anything so this was fun to get back into it

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platypus :>

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Some days, I lie awake in my bed, unable to rise from it. The world is grey and bleak. Even the smallest of movements feels unbearable.

Some days I don't eat. Everything is bland and flavourless. The thought of trying to swallow anything twists my stomach into knots.

Some days, the world is overwhelmingly quiet. Even as clouds gather, and thunder booms, it is the only sound as the wind rushes by silently. My mind is a void of static. It is unsettlingly quiet, as my thoughts drag around my brain, slow and sluggish.

Some days, my mind is a loud cacophony of stimuli. Ugly words meant to pierce and scratch and hurt fly around in my skull untethered. The sounds of cars and trains surround every waking moment, as music blares and rain pelts and everything feels wrong.

Some days, the voices of others hurt me.

Some days, it is my own voice.

Some days, I struggle to do the most basic of tasks. My mind is shattered, while my body trembles. My mind screams, while my body aches. My mind is silent, while my body fades into nothing, and I wonder; Is this what it feels like to die?

But that is only some days.

Some days, I lie in bed and revel in the softness of the sheets. I awake to the sun spilling across my face like warm kisses. The world is shimmering with colours, and I am excited for the day ahead.

Some days, I spend my time snacking on fresh fruits and bits of cheese. There is a whole world of flavours to explore, dishes to make and taste and revel in.

Some days, there is a buzz of life around me. Laughter from the passerbys on the street and music spilling from open doorways. Even nature seems to cry out joyfully, with the sounds of cicadas and songbirds dancing through the air. My mind buzzes, too, with new ideas and activities filling it and spilling out in a beautiful mess of creation.

Some days, the world is quiet. Rain patters the windows while the kettle whistles. It is comforting and safe. My mind is calm, at rest, lounging in the peace of a soft and quiet day.

Some days I am in love with life and with living.

Some days, the world is filled with immeasurable beauty.

Some days, I feel as though I could move mountains. My whole being sings as my feet lead me in a dance that only I know. My mind cheers as I run about like a child. I grin and laugh and spread my arms wide, because; Oh, this is what it is to be alive.

That is only some days.

But I think... that is okay.

Having only some days is enough for me to stay.

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If I can recommend you do 1 low-effort thing for the love of God it is this:

Keep 5 cards in your pocket. One will say "yes", the second will say "no."

If you lose your voice, or lose speech, or want to make a dramatic embellishment at the right time, it is an elegant and efficient solution that is right there at hand.

But what if people question you from there? "Why do you have that card? Why would you do this? How long have you had that in your pocket?" For this, or whatever else they say, the third card: "I don't have a card for that."

"What the fuck," they ask. They laugh. They are bemused. You bring the energy back down with the fourth card: "I have laryngitis. I've lost speech. My throat hurts". Whatever you expect to occur.

The joke is over. Rule of threes. Now they are curious. They wonder about logistics. "How did you know I would say that? Is everyone so predictable?"

As a three-part bit, nobody ever sees the fifth card coming.

"I have powerful wizard magics."

Gets them every time

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Which of these would you rather see on your dash?

Hey @staff. This is a perfect example of why collapsed reblogs is such a bad idea. Seeing the full thread, you go like this: 😮 ooh, that's cool 😀 "they're free," hehe! 🤣 "16 cents," perfection!!

I have achieved joy, I feel positive feelings toward Tumblr, I want to engage, I want to stay, my eyeballs land on more ads, you make more money, everyone wins! 🎉

Seeing the collapsed thread, you go like this:

😮 ooh, that's cool 😐 "16 cents"? yes, that's literally what the pic shows, not sure why you felt the need to say that

There is no motivation for me to uncollapse the reblog chain—it looks like a boring conversation about the denominations of coins. And even if I do uncollapse it, you've ruined the joke by showing me the punchline before the setup. I am sad, Tumblr is boring, I go elsewhere to entertain myself, I see less ads, you make less money, everyone loses. 😥

Reblog chains are the best thing about Tumblr. They are your unique super power. They are the thing that makes people screenshot Tumblr and share it around. Why on earth would you kneecap them??

I don't know exactly how you plan to implement this. Give people the option to keep them collapsed if there truly are people who are annoyed by how long they can get (you already have a version of this feature), but don't collapse them for everyone or new users by default. Please. It will make Tumblr so much more boring.

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Shoutout to people who who can't spell

Shoutout to people with with bad grammar

Shoutout to people who use AAC to type but you can't tell by looking

Shoutout to people who use AAC to type and and you can tell by looking

Shoutout to people people who type different because is is more comfortable

Shoutout to people who type different because is is only way way way they can

Shoutout to people who have be made fun of for for how how how type

Shoutout to anyone and everyone one who type different +, no matter the reason why