#[lost to the internet: dash commentary]

[skull-bxund]

Looks up from his phone for a second.

❝ HODL, Dogecoin, Cryptoland, OpenSea... ❞

Rattles off more crypto bullshit before he goes back to scrolling.

[fandom]

Memes

At a certain point, it was just hard to keep up. They seemed to fall from the sky like fizzing raindrops, soaking everything in pure wildness—memes, that is. 2022 had an absolute bumper crop of memes. The fertile field of this year’s chaos was sown freely, resulting in some impressively widespread phenomena. Most of it remained pretty contained within the dashboard, but at the end of the year the biggest meme of them all broke containment…We’re getting ahead of ourselves here. 

Cast your mind back to January 2022. We kicked off the year with Horse Plinko, which soon joined forces with Eeby Deeby in a frenzy of flaming gifs in which the poor horse plinko’d its way to Super Hell. Nothing has ever summed up the mildly deranged meme generation process on Tumblr so perfectly. 

This era of memes merged smoothly with the Month of Blorbo. Can you believe blorbo from my shows is more or less purely a 2022 phenomenon? Granted, the original post happened in late 2021, but it was the new year by the time “blorbo” secured itself in our vocabulary. How did we even live our lives on Tumblr without the word “blorbo”? It’s impossible to even imagine at this point. 

Springtime dawned with the rise of Live Slug Reaction, which dominated the dashboard as everyone rushed to plop that shocked slug in the corner of their favorite gay moments from TV and film. And in May came a very important event that would define the rest of the year on Tumblr: the launch of Dracula Daily, Affectionately dubbed “tumblr book club,” the serialized email newsletter found a hugely involved following on Tumblr and spawned an infinite variety of memes, beginning with the iconic paprika recipes. 

The Summer of Morbius dominated Tumblr from June onwards, with everyone going bonkers with Morb-based puns, jokes about the film’s most ridiculous moments, and reblogging a single GIF somehow containing the entire movie that would crash your browser when it played on your dash..

The i love you x i love you y text post meme saw us to the end of the summer, and autumn came with the rise of the GOUGER. Or is it GOUGAR? Regardless, the strange but harmless creature took over everyone’s meme palette for a while, getting involved in increasingly silly scenarios. 

This free-for-all was interrupted by the death of Queen Elizabeth, an event that was solemn everywhere else. . But on Tumblr, of course, users swamped the dashboard with Queen Liz-related memes and commentary. And crabs. There were quite a lot of those.

Later, in September, the Try Guys saga unfolding on Twitter and YouTube filtered over to Tumblr in the form of the “lost focus and had a consensual workplace relationship” meme, with Tumblr users casting various favorite co-worker ships in the roles of the controversial real-life pairing. 

And finally, closing out the year, the meme you’ve all been waiting for: the one and only Goncharov (1973). Just in case you’ve been living under a rock, Goncharov is a movie borne out of the magic combination of a misprinted shoe label and Tumblr’s fertile imagination. Thanks to a fake movie poster by user @beelzeebub, which gave names and faces to the characters, Tumblr ran absolutely wild, churning out analysis, fanart, and even fanfiction at an astounding rate. This was by far the meme to win 2022: it gained coverage all over the internet, including the freaking New York Times, and even Scorsese himself acknowledged it. You did that, Tumblr. Goncharov forever, all hail the power of the Tumblr meme!

[onelonelystory]

I know a bunch of people are making way more helpful beginner’s guides to tumblr but for anyone who may be making the leap during the Reddit exodus here’s my two cents:

try following friends first. get the hang of how reblogging functions and of all the posting features. if you use desktop add an xkit extension and use their quick reblog. change your header and profile and title from the default. consider not using an unstylized picture of yourself as a profile; anonymity is valued here (though of course, coming from reddit, I’m sure you understand.)

curate your own dash. follow people who post about things you’re interested in, follow friends, follow friends of friends, unfollow anyone at any time if you notice that their posts are not for you. don’t feel obligated to follow certain people just to participate in certain corners of the internet. if they really have so much good shit to say, it’ll probably make its way over to you eventually. the trending and for you pages are kind of useless and serve best as an occasional peek into a funhouse mirror version of the internet you thought you knew.

don’t overuse the add-to-reblog comment feature. if there’s additional commentary you want to share with your audience, that’s what tags are for! it shows up in the poster and previous reblogger’s notifications just the same. somewhere down the line someone might see your tags and decide to append them to the main post. we affectionately refer to this process as “peer review,” because once something has been added to a reblog any further iterations of the post will include that addition so it’s really just a way of saying said commentary adds to the post in a way that is not exclusive to your own audience.

that said if you do feel you have additional context or a necessary perspective to add to a post and you deliberately want to attach it, don’t be afraid to say your piece. people can reblog it or ignore it if they like, that’s their business.

if you disagree with the contents of a post, try not to do a discourse about it. If it seems like well-intended misinformation, you can add a correction with a source, or whatever additional context you feel is necessary for anyone who may not know better. any questions about what the post really means or follow-up is maybe best directed towards op’s ask box, as the narrative of reblog threads can get lost in the notifs tab. don’t be argumentative, don’t make assumptions; this is the internet. nobody on here gets an editor to make sure their words are framed exactly as they intended. if you really feel like being negative take a screenshot of the offending section, redact op’s url and any tagged or visible accounts, and make your own post. we all want to just tear into something from time to time and disagreements are a part of life. but try to avoid unnecessary conflict, it’s neither fun nor productive for any party.

if you see someone being a bigot block them. don’t dunk on them, don’t send them anon hate, don’t argue against them in the reblogs. there’s no algorithm on this site and nothing spreads without people spreading it. the best way to stop vitriol is to disengage.

block anyone. block people for being hateful bigots, block people for being annoying. block people for trying to start discourse on your posts even if you feel bad about it. if you start thinking to yourself wow, my life would be just a little bit better if this person couldn’t see my posts and I couldn’t see theirs, block them. block me for being preachy. block your best friend of six years bc they’re spamming your dash with their untagged spongebob liveblog and then dunk on them in your 20 person discord server.

treasure your mutuals but don’t feel like you have to be following people to be friends. tumblr dms are busted as hell just send someone an ask instead unless it’s that private. the search function does not work. polls are new and we’re all still constructing the etiquette of those together, but so far they’re mostly a vehicle for pitting characters against each other chunin exams style. ignore any part of this post that you don’t want to listen to I am legitimately not the boss of you. make your own truth go crazy drink water have fun.

[anamatics]

can you add anything about studying tiktok academically? That sounds v interesting. I just saw you post on a text post about it. apologies if you’ve mentioned it before; I just started following you.

the post in question 

To specifically address that post:

Firstly, I think we need to divorce ourselves from the idea that it is just “Zoomers” or “Children” on TikTok. I don’t have specific statistics on the demographics, but there there are certainly as many Millennial, Gen X and Boomer users of the platform as there are Gen Z and younger users. 

Secondly, let’s talk a little bit about the mirroring discourse between 2014 Tumblr and 2021 TikTok. The commentary on this particular post does a poor job at framing what the actual problem is on TikTok. So let’s start there. 

Tumblr was a website of networks. You follow people and you see what they share on their blogs on your dash and you can share your own content into that stream. It produces what are called information flows, where content flows across various nodes (blogs) through interconnected edges (the person to person connection made by act of you sharing something). Here’s a blog explaining how this works. Here’s a good book that discusses virality and  information flows. Tumblr is also a bit complicated, as people can add to posts. This is why there are like 5 versions of every great tumblr meme with different people riffing on the OP. As the post grew, as did the spread of the people who commented below it. But here’s the thing. You, as a user on Tumblr, a conscious choice whether or not to reblog a post and to your blog and therefore your followers. "Discourse"* on Tumblr was curated by social networks of individual users that individual users self-selected into by following various blogs.

TikTok, on the other hand, is curated by an algorithm. You, as a user of TikTok, can shape what you see on your For You Page (FYP). The whole purpose of the FYP is to show you what you want to see, to keep you on the platform. As per TikTok themselves, you are put into a specific space based on what you consciously or unconsciously directed TikTok to believe you fit into. This is done consciously by following people, liking/commenting on/sharing content. It’s done unconsciously too, by watching TikTok content. This is why sometimes you’ll see people complaining that all they’re getting is like, queer discourse. It’s because you watch it. Maybe multiple times to get everything that was said because the app has no built-in captioning feature.

What this means, in essence, is that unlike Tumblr, the user has no real and/or direct control over where, potentially, their content could flow to. In interview studies that I've done with TikTok users, I've found that many TikTok users are careful about the content they produce because they're afraid of it attracting "the wrong kind of attention" - this could be say, a BLM activist getting harassed by white supremacists, or a Native American creator getting harassed by WitchTok for discussing how using certain kinds of sage is appropriative**. The pile on can be aggressive, as that post says, but what that post is missing is that you, as user on TikTok have no control over where that information goes or flows to. This gets more complicated with stitching and dueting.

So, if Tumblr has a more linear flow of information from node to node, TikTok takes information apart, splices it together, and all of it is made more complicated by peoples' faces being attached to it. Then it essentially pingpongs around an essentially closed network determined by algorithmic identity derived from measurable types. This is the part that concerns me. That post is right, people's faces make it more complicated. It complicates privacy. It complicates repercussions for people because it doesn't allow people to learn and grow and change. With video evidence, however, these things get harder. Which the internet writ large needs to get fucking better about. 

However. I was on Tumblr in 2014. I essentially content moderated a fandom for three years as a side gig to my day job. The conversations that are being had on TikTok are the exact same ones that were being had on Tumblr half a decade ago because -- get this -- a whole new generation of young, emergent thinkers, are trying on theory. They're trying on identities, they're experimenting with who they are and they're trying to talk it out***.  It is as mean and as nasty and as unpleasant and we should sit with the fact that Tumblr was fucking toxic because we made it that way. The problem is that the kids have picked the world's shittiest platform to do it on. Like Twitter, TikTok is limited in what you can do/say. So nuance is lost. What this means is that pile-ons can spin out of control, because these are kids who've just discovered debate and theory and ugh, "discourse" and therefore wield it with gusto when they could be more humane, more gentle, and more understanding of the fact that no one's perfect. 

(*sidebar that I high-key hate how discourse has gained a negative connotation because of this hellsite.

**And it is appropriative so stop doing it if you are.

***Baby leftists plz stop being Tankies do you have any idea how many People Stalin/Lenin had killed.)

[leoriowithaknife]

Dude they literally gave the image descriptions under the "read more" of the Dolly/LilNas post. Why did you feel it necessary to repost it outside of the read more

1. don't call me dude (or man or bro, i do not care if you think they are 'neutral' don't fucking misgender me), and fuck you for taking this tone with me when, based on your message, you are likely not someone who relies on image descriptions to navigate the internet

2. most screen readers are not good with navigating the 'read more' or 'keep reading' links generated by adding content below a cut on tumblr (and hyperlinks in general). when you put descriptions under a cut, it completely defeats the purpose of describing the images in the first place, which is to make them accessible, especially to blind and low-vision users. to quote @keplercryptids in their very helpful posts on this very topic:

hiding descriptions in a reblog or a read more defeats the purpose of them, imo, which is to make images accessible. it puts the burden of seeking out accessibility onto blind people, who are already burdened in many aspects of their lives to access the things they want and need. the goal of accessibility is to make a given process as easy and convenient for disabled people as it is for able-bodied people. (in other words, blind folks should be able to access images the same way sighted people do: by simply scrolling through their dash, searching tags, etc.)

(in response to an anonymous user who asked: hi! i was just wondering: is it acceptable to put image descriptions under a read more? or does that kinda defeat the purpose? sorry if this has been asked before, i tried to look it up but couldn't find anything.) - yeah, you shouldn’t do that! for the simple reason that it’s not very accessible. it means that people who need image descriptions have to click through to individual blogs whenever they wanna see an image, rather than just scrolling through their dash like everyone else. i have also heard that hyperlinks in general can be finicky with screen readers, so those that would need them the most are less able to even use them. image descriptions should always go directly beneath the image, ideally before any additional commentary.

...and if you want to read a comprehensive guide on image descriptions and how to do them properly, keplercryptids has been courteous enough to provide just that. you can view it here: [link]

3. do you know what happens to content under a 'read more' / 'keep reading' cut when you change your url? or you delete a post? or your blog gets deactivated? the content under the readmore fucking disappears. the image description is lost completely. it's not a reliable way to continue describing images. if a description is too long, tag the post as "long post" or something. and the description i copied and pasted out from under the cut on that post was barely 4 lines long. why did that need to be hidden under a cut? seriously?

it is not acceptable to put image descriptions under a 'read more' cut, it makes the descriptions inaccessible.

if you want to make posts accessible by adding descriptions, stop hiding the descriptions. i'm not asking 🔪

[beyondstupidityblog]

On March 13th 2021, two friends and I did what never could have imagined possible, I watched Freddy Got Fingered for the ninth time, and it will by no means be the last. I’m explaining this to you, dear reader, so you and I have an important understanding between us. You will be reading the ramblings of one whose brain has curdled like milk left out in the hot afternoon sun. Now that introductions are out of the way, let us begin.

Freddy Got Fingered is a 2001 Comedy starring and directed by Tom Green as the Non-Titular Gordon Brody; an aspiring animator who goes to California to realize his dream, only to be constantly crushed under the weight of his father’s expectations. Sounds tame at first, but what lies beneath the veneer of mediocrity is truly impressive. Completely bombed,  audiences hated it, and critics loathed it. Roger Ebert got angry, saying “it isn’t even below the bottom of the barrel” and “Green should be flipping burgers somewhere.”. “Tasteless”, “appalling”, “offensive”, “gross”, and “poo poo,” are just some of the things people have had to say about this film. Animal genitalia can be seen on screen for much longer than anyone could have expected, Tom Green swinging a baby akin to a morning-star with its umbilical cord, said umbilical cord being stolen and taped onto his stomach, gratuitous caning of a nymphomaniac paraplegic, and the dissection of a deer carcass. It is an abrasive experience that leaves a terrible taste in the mouths of those who mention it. Nonetheless, I love this movie. 

You ever see a contemporary art exhibit that has a piece that just looks like garbage somebody left out but in actuality is a tongue-and-cheek allusion to the pitiful state of modern art? That garbage is Freddy Got Fingered, and that exhibit is Hollywood. At face value it just seems like a poorly done film by a comedian trying to use his name to get a few butts in the seats before his irrelevancy arrives, but when scrutinized as a commentary of comedy films do the pieces start to fall into place. Tropes like the Protagonist being an unremarkable honkey, gross-out designed to get some cheap quick chuckles, side-characters who occupy the space solely for comedic relief, a shoe-horned romantic side-plot, and an equally as shoehorned in happy ending are all present in a mocking fashion. So many of these Hollywood schlockfests that this movie is paying homage to abuse tropes in some vain attempt to trick the audience into thinking they’re having a good time, when in reality it just reminds viewers of films that they’ve already watched before and could be enjoying instead. All of the awkward and uncomfortable scenes of gross-out and romance are purposeful, because nothing is quite as awkward and uncomfortable than a film disengaging the audience with its own mediocrity. “This is what it’s like to endure this trash!” Drunkenly screams Freddy Got Fingered atop the tallest piece of furniture in the room, while also exposing its genitals to keep you from getting too comfortable around it. Unlike the films it is parodying, its obsession with making a fool out of audiences rips them away from the comfort of the cinema, making them genuinely ask if it is worth wasting their time watching a film called Freddy Got Fingered. Even the title is an intentional slight, as it seems to be completely untethered to the actual plotline and is instead a reference to a seemingly inconsequential scene. But then again, that is the point of it all. Tom Green is an artist, and on his canvas is a portrait of Hollywood with all of the ugly little imperfections that cause a movie like this to be created. But this is just the meta-narrative of Freddy Got Fingered, something that you could find all over the internet. Why do I resonate with it so much, and what about it makes it so exceptional that led to this unhealthy fascination?

    Every instance that I’ve rewatched Freddy Got Fingered has always brought about a new side to it, and in the process leaves me craving for more. Gord is an interesting take on the average leading man. He is on the surface bland and inoffensive, made so in order to allow the majority of the audience to immediately identify with him, said group being 20-something skater guys with unrealistic expectations of themselves. Made especially ironic when after the introduction of Gord as an adept skateboarding rebel escaping from authority, he starts to show that in reality he is an unlikeable, bratty, entitled, and all around unpleasant person. Barely a scene passes before we see him masturbate a horse while exclaiming he is a farmer to his father who is not present, seemingly a crude gag but is in reality an insight into his low self worth caused by his imposter syndrome stemming from distant paternal relationship. I would like to remind you, dear reader, that I am still writing of Freddy Got Fingered, in case you were beginning to think I have lost my mind (The answer is yes by the way). All throughout the film Gordon Brody puts on masks for different situations, never allowing himself to be who he is. When infiltrating the Animation studio where he wishes to pitch his cartoons, he pretends to be a mailman to get past reception and then impersonates a police officer when the former stops being effective. Donning the visage of a British Bobby, he dashes into the restaurant where the man he is searching for, Mr. Wallace, is eating. Showing him his cartoons, Wallace is impressed with the potential they have, but says that they are incoherent and lack real substance. Upon rejection, Gord puts a pistol in his mouth before Wallace stops him and advises what he should do to improve. Gord was genuinely ready to blow his brains out the back of his skull if he wasn’t able to get his show greenlit, and it hit me in that moment that he isn’t just some random jackass, but a victim of detrimentally low self-esteem.

The origins of his complex are made apparent when he goes back home to Oregon and are reintroduced to his Family. We see that his father Jim, played by Rip Torn, is disappointed in his return and begins to sneer at him for his failure. This father and son dynamic always has tension in every scene from this point onwards. Gord, who just wants to be accepted for who he is and not judged by what the world expects him to be, is always at the receiving end of Jim’s wrath, who values his idea of a successful life over the happiness of his sons. From here it becomes little wonder why Gord is the way he is, all his life he was told that who he was is not good enough, he has to be what his father wants if he is to be considered worthy of not only love, but being treated with a modicum of dignity. Whenever Gord acts eccentric or divulges his interests to his father, they are met with either resentment supplemented by verbal assault, or physical violence. After a late-night skateboard outing to escape from his father’s wrath goes awry, he visits his convalescing friend in the hospital, whereupon he meets one of the more interesting characters in relation to Gord, the love interest Betty.   

A horny wheelchair bound temptress may not seem like it upon first glance, but Betty is actually the most interesting character out of the entire cast. She feels genuine, introduced as a bored receptionist flipping a coffee creamer idly. Gord immediately strikes up a conversation, whereupon he and the audience find out she has an interest in physics, and apparently an interest in him as well. Betty is strangely well written for what most considered at the time to be a crass sexual joke, so much so that she would actually be a better protagonist than him. She is everything Gord is not, she’s smart, funny, ambitious, and  kind to a fault. Even her side plot to create a rocket powered wheelchair makes for a much more unique plot than the one given. Even Gord reciprocates this sentiment in their meeting, lying that he is a stockbroker in an attempt to impress her. In fact, sectioning her off as just the dull protagonist's love interest is a jab at how women in these movies are only there to serve in the development for the male protagonist, just nothing more than their muse. Nonetheless, without this relationship the movie would lose a lot of its soul. Romantic chemistry in comedy films is always hit or miss, but Gord and Betty do seem to have it surprisingly. They’re both silly and impulsive, creatively driven to a fault, but just different enough to eek out the best and worst in them. Gord  thinks that what he wants to do with his life is wasteful, but Betty doesn’t. Now I don’t mean that she directly affirms that he is worthwhile like most poorly written love interests would, stroking their lover’s(and by extension the director’s) ego, rather she confronts him with her optimism. He asks if she would feel stupid and like a loser if her experiment failed. Taken aback at first, she questions why she would, relaying that her failures are just as important as her successes. Gord’s self-worth is directly tied to his ability to succeed, whereas Betty doesn’t need this affirmation. Their dialogue further cements how detrimental his father’s overbearingness was to his outlook, and how he is slowly beginning to realize how destructive that mindset is. 

At their dinner date, Jim sees Gord and Betty across the restaurant, then reveals that Gord was lying to both him and her about his office job while poking fun at her disability, leading to a father-son scuffle that throws the entire floor into utter chaos. Cops show up, Gord and Jim are detained, and Betty bails Gord out. Most mediocre comedies at this point would have the love interest be upset that her significant other lied to her, leading to him having to make things right to repair their relationship before the happy ending. Breaking the mold, Betty does not get angry with Gord even a smidgen, choosing to be understanding of his situation now that she caught a glimpse into his home-life. She just plain likes Gord, willing to put up with him more than she really should, but still chooses to look past his lies and self-destructive nature for who he truly is, someone who just wants to be accepted by the world around him. Someone just like her.

Right after that enaction of social terrorism performed by the Brody father and son duo, they decide it would be best to go to family therapy and assail the audience with what I fondly refer to it as, “The Scene.” “The Scene” is Freddy Got Fingered’s statement to the world, it is what instills a man with the impetus to rewatch a glorified stoner daydream for the ninth time and leave him wanting more! Gord accuses his father, in a final act of defiance, of molesting his younger brother Freddy. During the ensuing confusion Gord picks up a bust of Sigmund Freud and throws it into the glass window pane, allowing him to escape into the evening sun. The authorities take Freddy away and send him to The Home for Molested Children, and the family slowly unravels from then on. Besides the heavy handed metaphor of Freud’s theories being used as a way for Gord to escape his predicament while simultaneously discrediting them, “The Scene” also recontextualizes Freddy, innocuous of a character as he is, as Gord’s foil. He is in the movie very little but when he is it is to serve one of two purposes: To be compared to Gord, or to be treated as an object. During breakfast much earlier in the film after a fight between Gord and Jim, Freddy tries to explain to his brother that he should grow up. Gord, surprisingly, talks down to him and halts the conversation.

Gord: “He's driving me insane.”

Freddy: “No. No, you're driving him insane. You're older than me and you still live at home. I have a job, you know. I pay my own way.”

Gord: “You work in a bank. Should I be dazzled?”

Freddy: “Well, at least I don't live at home!”

Gord: “No, you live in a tiny shithole and you come here to eat for free.”

With these lines it is plain to see that despite Freddy’s idea of success directly lining up with his father’s, he is even more pitiful than Gord. What little we know of him is to show that his acquiescence to his father’s expectations has left him bereft of not only genuine personal success, but of dignity itself. When child protective services come to take him away, he is half naked, mouth agape, watching open heart surgery on television, a palpable indication of emptiness. He isn’t treated as an adult either, as his protests to the police fall on deaf ears as both them and the psychologist infantilize him. Why would Tom Green name this movie after a character like Freddy, whose lack of presence and characterization make him little more than an afterthought when looking back on the story? Or did I just answer my own question? Freddy is not a character because he is not allowed to be one, he is just too passive and accepting of his circumstances for him to stand out. All he can be is a doll that Jim uses to dress up as the perfect son, and this passiveness leads to Gord, the “failure,” to both pity and resent what he let himself become. That’s why Gord accuses their father of molesting him, after all he does narratively violate Freddy’s autonomy by consistently making decisions for him. Evidently enough, as soon as Gord dons a suit for a quick bit Jim is elated because he believes that his son finally gave in to his demands for him to get a job, because he is acting more like his obedient brother. In this sense Freddy is the most tragic member of the Brody clan, a literal manchild whose growth was stunted by overbearing guardians. When I think of him, a bonsai tree comes to mind. Sure, it looks healthy, but when you realize that it could have grown into a much bigger plant if it were not for its small pot, that realization of wasted potential comes with a tinge of melancholy.

I want to end this essay with a moral that I took away from Freddy Got Fingered, as strange enough as that sounds, and what it has to say about art as a whole. Put simply, this is a story about revenge. Despite and because of his Father’s harsh ways, Gord managed to take from the trauma he sustained throughout his life and sublimated it into his animation. Creation not only lets him heal, but also acts as retaliation against Jim once he becomes successful. So long as you have the drive to prove everyone’s doubts and admonishments wrong by persevering out of wicked spite, you will have the last laugh. Freddy Got Fingered is a story about revenge through artistic expression, and I think that is quite beautiful.

[resonating-kitty]

it was a shitty twitter take that I've seen here posted and reblogged with WONDERUL commentary /gen my dash is curated to make sure no actual Techno hate will show up, I only follow pog people :D

anyways I'm less mad now that I've ranted to a friend, but, yeah, twitter 'activists' my abhorred, I hope one day you will learn and grow and look back and be terrified of what you've done as younger people and I hope the irony of that won't miss you. - Lost

The internet can be such a dangerous place for the young mind. SMH.

It wasn't like it was when we were younger, not this bad.

Now we got kids out here getting mislead, misinformed. Not realizing that their actions are harmful, not only to themselves, but others as their hate/discourse circulates.

We got some out here realizing that they can get attention if they just discourse some CC and cause problems and it's just so annoying.

Honestly, I hope they hurry and move on. They will eventually, when the fire runs low enough that they can't keep fanning the flames. They'll have no more attention being divertee to them and they'll move on to a new fandom to cause trouble.

One day they get old enough to realize what they did in their youth was dumb and stupid and they might return to the community one day and be pretty decent people.

[evieveevee]

What We Lost: Returning to Tumblr in 2020

On December 17th, 2018, Tumblr banned 'adult content' across the site, marking the end of an era. The ban was the result of a cavalcade of issues which reportedly made maintaining NSFW content unfeasible for Tumblr. Now, it's 2020. I'm back on Tumblr, and I can't help but meditate on what we've lost both on Tumblr, and across the globe in 2020.

Part One: Tumblr and Adult Content

*Things we lost to the flame Things we'll never see again All that we've amassed Sits before us, shattered into ash

— Bastille, "Things We Lost In The Fire"*

A bit of personal history: Tumblr was the primary community I used in various forms from 2012 onwards, associating with various fandoms, doing what I could to design interesting things. The various communities I was involved in intersected with social justice communities, and eventually I dug into those further and tried to learn to better myself in the process, starting along the path to becoming the person I did.

Part of that process was also learning to love my own body, a thing I was not particularly good at and still struggle a bit with nowadays. One of the ways I did this was by making 'adult content', or more plainly, pornography. It was a unique opportunity to experiment with femininity and sexuality - something I'd been very closed off from as part of my upbringing - in a supportive, fun environment. Experimenting with my self image first in this way, in semi-private, led to me experimenting more publicly and eventually embracing aspects of that as part of my day to day life. That's right: making pornography was part of what led me down the path to figuring out I was trans and embracing that part of me.

Making porn on Tumblr was a great time; the adult content creators and consumers community on the site was largely supportive of queer people and sexuality, different body types, all manner of things. It was - in my experience - a healthy and fun place to be, and certainly one of the better places you could be on the internet for a visual medium like pornography. Tumblr's format made it easy to share both adult content you made yourself, and stuff you were curating. Vex Ashley wrote that "this sharing was so desperately vital for women and other marginalised people whose sexualities are often overlooked or infantilised in media about sex in preference for the tastes of the traditional porn consumer – the straight white guy" in a eulogy and love letter to Tumblr's adult content communities.

Tumblr's format remains novel to my knowledge as well: the notion of having a large image-focused feed which also allows for easy sharing and curation, gorgeous, high resolution pieces and photos to be uploaded with relatively little compression, custom arrangements of photosets, and personalized theming of your blog. There was, and remains, lots of potential for expression on Tumblr., and its focus remains unique. Twitter and Mastodon's focus is on what's written, Wordpress doesn't have the sort of interlinking of blogs that Tumblr does, and Facebook is... Facebook (read: evil).

I think the novelty of that format is what made the announcement of the ban on 'adult content' so impactful. Even looking back at the framing of it is gross: the post posits that 'adult content' is something which is negative, and says that removing it is working towards a 'more positive' Tumblr. There appears to be an attempt to try and strike a balance in allowing conversation about sexuality and such, but this is the killing blow. A huge portion of the community, including countless queer and furry artists, needed to find a new home online.

3 months after the ban had hit, traffic had reportedly dropped off 20%. Recent data from SimilarWeb, the outfit which published that initial data, shows that visits to the site have dropped off a little bit more, but have stayed otherwise pretty consistent. August 2020's data shows about 317 million visits. [1] In other words: any hope that this move would allow Tumblr was dashed. A massive portion of the userbase deleted their accounts after archiving them; Tumblr and the internet at large had lost a massive, vibrant chunk of community, and it was completely in vain.

I lost contact with a bunch of those folks I was following on Tumblr for years. The mass exodus left both people who wanted to find and share artwork and adult content and the people who made it completely adrift. Years later, some artists are still picking up the pieces. Archaic policy like SESTA/FOSTA being brought into the picture has left very few standing when it comes to adult content, Twitter included. Who knows how long that will last? If something happens to change the way that Twitter handles adult content, for example, what options do casual creators like myself have?

Fortunately, platforms like OnlyFans exist. But even those are at potential risk from legislation like the EARN IT Act, not to mention the danger this poses to Twitter and to the internet at large. OnlyFans and its ilk, as they exist right now, are fantastic for sex workers because they offer pay-gating and a variety of features to make sure sex workers get paid. But they leave those of us who want to be able to curate the content they enjoy or casually create their own content freely without real options, and without real community.

We stand to lose a lot, and as always people in the margins will be the ones most impacted: the queer, the people of color, the disabled; all will suffer greatly if adult content is found without a home. Media dealing with queer themes is enough to be considered "adult content" by some and it's not hard to imagine what we could be staring down the barrel of here.

What have we lost in eliminating platforms like this?

Part Two: 2020 and the World

*These are the things The things we lost The things we lost in the fire, fire, fire.

— Bastille, "Things We Lost In The Fire"*

Meditating on what we have lost seems to be a running theme for the year 2020.

January: New Year's Day. In Aotearoa New Zealand, smoke covers the skies from a fire a literal ocean away. The Australian bush has been on fire, part of one of the most and it has turned the skies of a nation not it's own orange at midday, across thousands of kilometers. What did we lose in those fires? What stories and history? What wildlife, what species? What will remain afterwards? What will grow anew?

April: Aotearoa New Zealand hits the peak of COVID-19 related lockdown with the entire nation moved to Level 4, meaning that nothing except truly essential services, such as roadworks, pharmacies, and supermarkets were open. During that time, I thought a lot about how some of my favorite small shops were doing; the bakery with astonishingly good pies, the charming dollar store which always has a few things that catch my eye, the coffee cart near one of the local parks every morning. As a nation, Aotearoa acted early to deal with COVID-19 with a strong hand, and it was risky for all of those small shops across the country. What would we come out the other side of the lockdowns having lost, both in terms of human cost and cost to the places around us?

May: Following the murder of George Floyd at the hands of Minneapolis Police officer Derek Chauvin, massive protests against police brutality, racism, and white supremacy break out across the United States of America. Daily protests have continued to the time of writing in some cities. George Floyd is one of 781 people killed by police in 2020 at the time of writing in the United States alone [2]. 1099 people were killed by police in 2019 [3]. What incredible lives and stories have been lost in the process? Are those stories being told now? How do we prevent this from happening again? (Hint: defunding the police will be a start, and supporting the cause now is a good choice too.)

It is now September: The incompetence of the US Government has allowed COVID-19 to spread beyond control, leaving tens of thousands of deaths in its wake; lives and stories which must be remembered and their stories carried on by others. The western coast of the United States is on fire, blanketed in smoke and ashes. Massive west coast cities like San Francisco gain an apocalyptic feeling as the skies turn orange, like they did for me in January. Friends of friends lose everything in small Oregon towns. The costs of the prolonged fires will be paid by people all up the coast; it's their health outcomes which will suffer. What will we lose as a result of this in the future? What can we do to make things better?

I want to be clear: this is not a comprehensive list, and is centered around the things that me and my social circles have been aware of and talked about. Even with that consideration, we have to reckon with massive, ongoing, and far reaching concerns. The loss felt as a result of all of the above issues is staggering, and far reaching, and we must fight to ensure that loss is not in vain. Voting alone is not going to solve these concerns, and there's more to concern yourself with than any one person should have to cope with. There's not a magic bullet to solve all this stuff though.

Rather than pretend that I have one, I want to propose a couple things to close this out: one bit of advice, and one plea for yourself and others.

The advice: pick your battles carefully. Pick issues you want to focus in on, and fight for those things to make things better where you live, and in your social circles. Choose things to care deeply about first. Keep caring about them.

The plea: think carefully about the questions I've asked throughout this piece, and think about the things in your life and communities that you have lost. Think about how to make sure those losses are taken with you and learned from; to take lessons learned and better yourself and the people around you. Think about the things you don't want to lose, and how to fight like hell for them.

Move forwards to something, and some place better than where we are now. Stand united with the people around you, and press on.

*Do you understand that we will never be the same again? The future's in our hands and we will never be the same again.

— Bastille, "Things We Lost In The Fire"*

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References

[1] Data provided by SimilarWeb; accessed on 15/09/2019 at 5:30am. (https://www.similarweb.com/website/tumblr.com/)

[2] Data provided by Mapping Police Violence (https://mappingpoliceviolence.com); accessed on 15/09/2020 at 4:08am NZT

[3] Data provided by Mapping Police Violence's (https://mappingpoliceviolence.com) database, downloaded on 15/09/2020 at 4:08am NZT. Count obtained using the following formula:

=COUNTIFS($'2013-2020 Police Killings'.F:F,">=1/1/2019",$'2013-2020 Police Killings'.F:F,"<1/1/2020")

[galaxies-unknown-a]

“What is a ‘homie’, and why would I kiss them goodnight?”

[arigatouiris]

out of my league // t.h — 01

Pairing: Tom Holland x Critic! Reader [I use female pronouns]

Warnings: swearing; eventual fluff; angst; hurt/comfort; a little bit of cliche because come on.

A/N: Thanks for all the love, everyone! It means so much to me because this is my first story on here and this support makes me want to write more. Do check out my revised masterlist for more upcoming stories. You guys are the best~

Also, Birds of a Feather and Canary Mountain are all fictional titles, I just decided to make this sort of fictional (as if it isn’t already) with Tom’s filmography. Jean is no real writer, he’s an OC haha. Also, if you want to be in the taglist for the next chapter, just leave me a message or a note and I’ll add you ^^

Also, I have no actual idea how offices (fictional London Post) works, so do cut me some slack if some of the mechanisms of worklife don’t match. Apologies are due~

Word count: 2485

Series Masterlist

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Ch. 01 

(y/n) wouldn’t ever consider herself a workaholic, although, she sometimes tended to bounce in and out of being one when time seemed fit. It wasn’t as if she hated her work, it was in fact the opposite; however, on some days, she’d prefer relaxing to working.

    Like today for instance, she enjoyed her cup of warm tea, gazing at the showery skies of London, from inside her comfortable room—decorated with fairy lights and pictures of herself and her friends, people she doesn’t even speak to anymore, from college. She was a fairy lights kind of girl, she’d tell people who’d enter her room; however this number declined over the years, as being an adult took preference over being inviting. On the days she rested, she told herself that her mind was rather kind to her. It gave her solace and kept her from thinking dark thoughts. Days like these allowed her focus on bittersweet memories from the past, filling the aura around her with a dash of forgiving nostalgia that was comfortable to think about within the confines of her own home. This comfort, she was grateful for, but not anymore.

Currently, her mind was flooded with the thoughts of the hate mail that came toward her from thousands of Tom Holland fans; for ruining or trying to ruin his reputation, for being too cowardly (she couldn’t understand how this could be called cowardly) to understand the ending that was chosen for him, for being too critical (this was her job!) regarding movies or books or TV shows, for being unforgiving over narrative differences and finally, this one she found most absurd, for being an absolute A-grade bitch.

    Because (y/n) was many things, but bitch was not one of them.

Tom fucking Holland, if she were given the strength of Diana Prince she’d have broken the cup she was holding but she had the strength of a hamster so the cup was safe. It’s just a goddamn critique, why the fuck did he have to make a commentary out of it? To save his friend’s ass? Jean A. Marcel’s known to crumble under the pressure of making final seasons. I even wrote the critique for his previous failure of a show, Canary Mountain. What’s Holland’s fucking problem now?

(y/n) didn’t understand the sudden need for Tom to defend Jean. This was Tom’s first time with this writer (who took over another writer to write just the final season, a move that the whole world dreaded, and even wrote petitions to stop; but now it didn’t matter, because Jean’s reputation was saved by the beloved Tom Holland, who chose to ignore every fact on earth before defending his friend). I didn’t even say anything bad about his acting! In fact, I complimented him! She found it easier to defend herself in her head rather than the internet, because it honestly scared her. Death threats came pouring in, five or more (no less) each day, something she’d learned to ignore over the years. However, Tom’s fangirls seemed to be serious. They loved him, and they let it show.

    Groaning, (y/n) finished her cup of tea before heading over to the kitchen to place it in the sink. All the while, she missed the solace her mind usually gave her—which were now muddled with anxious thoughts, and thoughts circling around self-pity, unusual for her, but they were there. Prominent, angry, yet very, very present.

She almost failed to notice her phone buzzing in the room when she walked in, frowning as she thought of the time she had turned her phone on silent, not remembering why. Ah yes, she answered herself as she held the phone in her hands. It was to silence the fucking notifications from all those hate mail. She picked the call and put the phone against her ears.

    “(y/n) darling, how are you doing?” Her manager Susannah Davies was a goddess.

Susannah Davies, a lovely 39-year old woman was the kindest soul on the planet according to (y/n). She was understanding, caring, and would always encourage (y/n) to do her best.

    “Oh you know… The usual. Any new movies that I need to review?”

    “Hahahaha, right erm… Honey, we think you should take some time off?”

Why was it phrased as a question? (y/n) was normally not a very angry person. However, everything that she had thought of Susannah now crumbled in her mind. She was now a very angry person.

    “Some time off for what, Susannah?” Gritting her teeth, (y/n) felt her fingers go pale.

    “See, writing is such a tasking job! No one takes writing critiques as something that’s easy. Why don’t you instead work on the desk for a while? You know, it’d take your mind off things—”

    “Off what things, might I ask?”

There was a sigh on the other end. (y/n) knew she had lost this round. Susannah sighing meant Susannah giving up. And Susannah giving up meant Susannah had made her decision.

    “The comments are quite nasty, (y/n). You can see it, and we can see it. The whole world can see it. It’ll do you and our company good if you were off the radar for a bit. Jenny even talked about you on the 9 o’ clock show! They even put your picture! Not to mention how the HR and PR have been ignoring thousands of hate mail from Hollanders, it’s become too much to handle now. We need to issue a statement saying we’ve fired you—”

    “What?!”

    “Don’t worry, not actual firing. Just a statement.”

    “That sounds very unfair, Susannah.” (y/n) moaned in displeasure.

    “It’s only temporary! Until all this dies down. Anyway, I can’t take this lightly. I don’t want them hating on you more than this and as harsh as this sounds, there’s no other go, love.”

(y/n) felt her eyes well with tears. There was a soft burning sensation behind her eyelids, considering how the hate began to pour in two days ago, and hadn’t stopped in intensity yet, (y/n) had not given herself the time to sit down and cry out her disappointment and rage. But, now, she felt it was long due. She pressed a hand to her mouth and held back her sobs.

    “Susannah…” Her manager was listening to her intently from the other end. “I really love this job…”

Susannah’s heart broke. She knew the moment (y/n) decided to publish the review that this was going to happen, but not to this extent. Hate mail and death threats (which weren’t too serious), along with false media representation, which could amount to slander or defamation, and the mere fact that (y/n) needed to take a break from doing what she really, really loved—all of these factors shattered her heart as well. No other review had gotten her this much hate. Not even the one she had written on A Game of Thrones. And if she were to compare, GoT had a larger fanbase than Birds of a Feather.

    “Can I take a week off?” (y/n)’s tone was impossible to decline.

Ending the call, the journalist fell back on her bed and cried her heart out. I hate Tom Holland, she thought before forcefully wiping her tears, swallowing her sobs. I hate him and I hate his face and I hate his guts.

Sadly for her, hating Tom Holland did not aid her with her pursuit for an ease of mind.

Harrison normally never reacted with such surprise. However, the second he saw the news about a particular (y/n) having lost her job, it felt as if his mind went on overdrive. What the hell? He thought before characteristically dialling Tom’s number. Can they even do that? She just did her job! Sighing, he waited for Tom to pick the call so he could do something to rectify this damage.

    “Tom, did you see the news, mate?”

It seemed that Tom was out with Tessa at the moment, having rented an entire park for the girl to run around happy. Tom had a smile on his face when he picked the call.

    “News about what?”

    “(y/n)!”

    “What?”

    “(y/n), you twat. The girl who wrote that review about the show.”

Tom then remembered. He was supposed to apologize, but he believed the whole ordeal would die down in a couple of days. He hoped it did.

    “What about her?”

Harrison groaned. “Mate, she lost her job.”

Tom’s eyebrows shot up like someone had exploded a cake in front of him. He stopped moving and became rigid all of a sudden, and he was quite thankful no one could see him pale up at that second. He should have apologized.

    “How can they—”

    “That’s what I don’t understand. Apparently, your fans,” Haz stressed on the word, “sent not only (y/n) but the London Post some nasty mails in a couple of thousands. It got too much so they issued a statement to the media saying she was laid off a couple of days ago. Did you apologize to her?”

Considering the silence that came his way from Tom’s end, Harrison knew the answer.   

   “Tom… That’s her job, mate. A review wouldn’t have hurt anyone’s reputation here. Did you even read her review? It said nothing bad about you. Just that the writer wrote your role into the dirt,” Tom winced at his friend’s words. “Which is absolutely true because don’t deny it, you hated having Lionel killed too.”

Tom couldn’t deny it. Guilt washed over him like a wave under the full moon. He felt terrible, no doubt. He had no idea that this would happen. Now when he thought about it, Jean himself had more work writing for other shows now that Birds of a Feather was done. Tom sighed. He groaned. He ruffled his own hair. He looked at Tessa running around in the field.

    “I fucked up, didn’t I?”

    “Yup. You did. Big time.” Haz was brutal.

It was at that second that Tom decided he’d talk to her. Ask her out for coffee and apologize like a decent person would do. He’d make sure she got her job back as well, but first, he needed to tell her those important three words.

    “Haz, can you give me her—”

    “Already on it, mate. I’ll send it to you in a jif.”

Once the call was over, Tom knew what steps he had to take. After he reached home, he quickly browsed through (y/n) (l/n) in Google, looking at the results. News articles over news articles about her spread in his face, before finally finding one from the London Post. Her review on Birds of a Feather. He was surprised this was still up, and clicked on the link. There was so much written in this review that he knew would take over 8 minutes for him to read. He was a bit of a slow reader, but that didn’t mean he didn’t pay attention when he read. Tom’s eyes scanned over the descriptive words, and his heart almost stopped when (y/n) wrote about him.

“...while Tom’s performance in this season has been remarkable, it’s sad to see his role being written into the dirt. Lionel, one of the main protagonists of the whole show, deserved perhaps a more bittersweet end—something Tom could have delivered with a bat of an eye. With such talent streamlining the entire show, it’s a mere disappointment to see it fail in the eyes of a fan. Poor Tom deserved better himself…”

Tom sighed. Brushing a hand through his head, he came down to the comment section.

TomLoverxox wrote: What a bitch she made Tom sad I mean come on go home criticize your own face

LaserTeaser15 wrote: Listen slut let me see you write a show as great as this one

Tom grimaced. I did this, he thought before looking at the contact details that Harrison sent. Gulping the bit of hesitation that was previously stopping him, Tom made the final move. Three rings was what it took for (y/n) to pick the call.

    “Hello?” Her voice was pleasant. It gave Tom the impression that she may forgive him and all might go well.

Smiling, Tom replied, “Hi. Is this (y/n)?”

She recognized him. Honestly, she wasn’t expecting his call to come at that second, but she knew it’d come. Considering how so many of her reporter colleagues would flaunt over how nice he is as a person and how decent he is and how he’d definitely apologize if he hurt anyone and how he would definitely give her a call too. One of her colleagues even went as far as to say he’d ask her for coffee where he’d be nice to her and apologize in person too. She didn’t think that was necessary, because she knew the answer.

    “Is this (y/n)?” Tom’s voice was as sweet as sugar.

But (y/n) liked her coffee black.

    “Tom Holland.” She spat, like it was poison on her tongue. If she could see him, she’d see him flinch.

    “Hi.” He said, and nervously let out a laugh.

    “What’s made you call me, Mr. Holland?” (y/n) specialized in sarcastic conversation. It was her forte, she often put it.

    “I’m terribly sorry about—”

    “Making me lose my job over a review I wrote for a TV show you acted in and had nothing to do with writing the script? Terribly sorry about me being slandered all over the internet and being called a whore to someone who’s better called a dunce? Terribly sorry about me doing my job and being reprimanded for it? Mr. Holland, tell me. How would that review have affected your job?”

Tom had no idea how to respond. He figured she’d be feisty and aggressive, but this was a whole other level. He knew if she pressed him any more than this, he’d perhaps stammer out of guilt.

    “I’m very sorry about—”

    “Making a public story on Instagram trashing me and my work where I didn’t even criticize you but the writing of the show? In fact, did you happen to read—”

    “I actually did. I want to say sorry for—”

    “Acting out before having read the entire piece, right?”

Tom didn’t blame her. That’s what he was telling himself.

    “(y/n), I just… Listen, I feel terrible for what’s happened. Can we meet over coffee and talk this out—”

    “Tom, I didn’t deserve what I got. Thank you for calling me. You’re a very good man. But what you did ruined my reputation online and in my career. Slander must mean something to you, you’re an actor. You understand better than most what I feel at this moment. So, leave me be. And no. I don’t want to meet you for coffee.”

And that was how the call ended. Tom turned to Tessa, who was now looking right into his soul.

    “I know, girl. This isn’t done.”

taglist: 

@strangemaximoff​, @aestheticgaybish, @noobmaster63​, @why-are-all-the-teens-gay​, @wonders-of-the-multiverse​, @boushalaivre​, @jackiehollanderr​, @nerdypisces160​

[illinoisgaming-blog]

School Football 2007 - Illinois Upsets Ohio State 28-21, Creating a Scramble for the BCS Title Game

Ron Zook, who was drummed out as Florida's lead trainer in the wake of neglecting to copy Steve Spurrier's record with the Gators, recaptured a proportion of regard by propelling his Fighting Illini to a 28-21 surprise of No. 1-positioned and unbeaten Ohio State Saturday (11-10-07).

The triumph denoted the first run through Illinois (8-3) had beaten a No. 1-positioned group since 1956, and the first occasion when it had done it away from home. The misfortune finished Ohio State's gathering and school dash of 20 back to back Big 10 successes by the Buckeyes, who are currently 10-1.

The annihilation not just hosed Ohio State's fantasy of a national title, it left the Buckeyes attached with Michigan for the best position in the Big 10 as Wisconsin upset Michigan 37-21 the equivalent day.

Not since Nov. 14, 1959 had Michigan and Ohio State both lost the week prior to their yearly year-end battle to choose the Big 10 title. This is the manner by which it is in the Big 10, tedious and exhausting as lately it is consistently Ohio State or Michigan catching the title. Other Big 10 groups contend yet never appear to challenge for the title.

Illinois got 260 yards surging against Ohio State that came into the game surrendering just 65 yards on the ground per game. This was not an immense shock as the Illini presently rank sixth in hurrying offense broadly, increasing 261 yards for each game.Illinois gaming commission At the end of the day, Illinois was on its game and Ohio State was definitely not.

Zook had a moderate beginning as the Illinois lead trainer, going 2-9 and 2-10 his initial two years before getting his eighth win Saturday against 3 misfortunes. Zook was 1-15 in his initial two years of Big 10 Conference play, going 0-8 his first year. You can wager the other Big 10 mentors know who Ron Zook is currently.

Was Ohio State looking past Illinois to Michigan? I suspect as much. The Buckeyes dropped to No. 7 in the AP Top 25 Poll.

No. 13-positioned Michigan (presently 8-3) was knocked off by Wisconsin (additionally 8-3), 37-21. The Badgers implied business at home by taking a 23-7 lead into the fourth quarter and coordinating the Wolverines 2 scores to keep their point edge and save their triumph. Michigan slid to No. 23 in the AP Poll.

No. 8-positioned Boston College (8-2) got stung for the second consecutive week, this time by Maryland (5-5), 42-35. The entirety of the discussion about the Eagles vaunted safeguard is blurring endlessly quicker than mist on a blistering summer day.

Different groups that were humiliated for the current week incorporated No. 16-positioned Connecticut (8-2), which lost to Cincinnati (clearly a superior 8-2 group), 27-3, and No. 21-positioned Alabama (presently 6-4) which was overturned by Mississippi State, (additionally 6-4), 17-12.

Envision, Mississippi State, which has been the mat of the SEC for quite a long time, ascends and whips Nick Saban's Alabama Crimson Tide. Regardless of whether the Bulldogs lose to Arkansas and in-state rival Mississippi, Mississippi State is as of now bowl qualified.

Alabama should deal with Louisiana-Monroe one week from now and become bowl qualified with its seventh triumph.

The misfortune by Ohio State permitted some different competitors to flaunt a little against a lot more fragile rivalry. Here are a few models:

1) No. 2-positioned LSU (9-1) rankled No. 107-appraised Louisiana Tech (4-6), 58-10.

2) No. 4-positioned Oklahoma (9-1) tore No. 119-appraised Baylor (3-8), 52-21.

3) No. 19-positioned Boise State (9-1) moved past hapless No. 166-appraised Utah State (0-10), 52-0. In spite of its rating, Utah State is a Division 1A school.

Just two 1A groups stay unbeaten-No. 5-positioned Kansas (10-0) and No. 14-positioned Hawaii (9-0). The Jayhawks recognized No. 49-appraised Oklahoma State (5-5) 4 scores yet won 43-28.

The Hawaii Warriors, positioned No. 14 yet appraised No. 29 by Sagarin, were outscored 14-3 in the fourth quarter by No. 74-evaluated Fresno State (6-4) however outlived the Bulldogs, 37-30, to remain undefeated. Hawaii climbed to thirteenth in Sunday's new AP Poll.

In about fourteen days, Hawaii will have Boise State, presently positioned seventeenth in the Poll, and a genuine danger, even in an away game, to beat the Warriors. Boise State isn't to be mistaken for the cupcakes Hawaii has been playing all season. After the Boise State game, we will discover who is terrible and who is tragic.

The way that Kansas and Hawaii are the main two unbeaten groups left should not shock two reasons. One, Hawaii is first (50 focuses per game) and Kansas second (45 ppg) broadly in scoring offense, and two, Kansas' quality of timetable is 97th and Hawaii's is 157th among 119 Division 1A schools, not actually great in either case.

Two different games merit notice: the Navy-North Texas disaster and the approaching Harvard - Yale confrontation in the Ivy League.

No. 77-appraised Navy (6-4) held on with a death grip to beat No. 180-evaluated North Texas (1-8), 74-62, in a game without a smidgen of safeguard that set another significant school record for a consolidated game score. The 94 first-half focuses (North Texas drove 49-45) and the 63 consolidated focuses in the second quarter both set significant school scoring records.

Only fourteen days sooner, Weber State outlived Portland State, 73-68, to set the all-divisions record.

These ball score football match-ups will in general befuddle everybody. Obviously, there is more enthusiasm for a 73-68 game than a 6-3 pushing match that features protective play. All things considered, these high-scoring games are getting ludicrous. They help me to remember Little League baseball scores before they put on limits so everybody could return home and get the opportunity to bed on schedule.

Harvard (7-2) beat Penn (3-6) 23-7 and Yale (9-0) stayed undefeated, succeeding at Princeton (another 3-6 group), 27-6, to set up a gigantic standoff at Yale in the 1-AA Ivy League. Both Harvard (appraised 152nd) and Yale (evaluated 100th) are an ideal 6-0 allied play and will meet undefeated just because since 1968 with the title on the line.

A year ago Yale beat Harvard at Harvard 34-13 to guarantee a portion of the Ivy League title with Princeton. The success over Harvard a year ago was its first since 2000. Stay adjusted to this match as it is not kidding business in the New England territory.

Copyright © 2007 Ed Bagley

Ed Bagley's Blog Publishes Original Articles with Analysis and Commentary on 5 Subjects: Sports, Movie Reviews, Lessons in Life, Jobs and Careers, and Internet Marketing. I will likely illuminate, instruct, please and inspire you the peruser.

Peruse my articles "On the most proficient method to Predict When Teams Are Overrated and Due for an Unexpected Loss", "The Sagarin Ratings: What They Are, How to Read Them and What to Do With Them" and my 14 successive week after week wrap-up articles on the 2007 College Football Season.

[gugobewu11]

Greatest Wins in Next Three 2007 Bowl Games - Michigan, Southern California and Georgia - Part 6

Here are the following 3 champs of the current year's 2007 school football bowl game outcomes:

Capital One Bowl - Michigan Outlasts Florida, 41-35, as Lloyd Carr Wins His Last Game

In the event that the Michigan Wolverines had wrapped it up and put it under the tree, active mentor Lloyd Carr couldn't have gotten a superior Christmas present from his players as they defeated 4 turnovers to turn around No. 9 Florida, 41-35, in the Capital One Bowl.

The long-lasting, famous Michigan mentor declared his retirement after another misfortune to Ohio State in November. Had he not resigned, he would most likely have been approached to leave. Michigan employed Rich Rodriguez who dashed from his head instructing work at West Virginia to assume control over Michigan's celebrated football program.

The success was immense for Michigan's seniors as they won their first bowl game in quite a while. Chad Henne tossed for 373 yards and 3 touchdowns and Mike Hart hammered out 129 hurrying yards and 2 touchdowns.

The Gators held the game close gratitude to Michigan's 4 turnovers and a lot of huge plays by sophomore Heisman Trophy victor Tim Tebow and his fast partner Percy Harvin. Tebow was playing with a messed up bone in his non-tossing hand and was feeling the squeeze yet was as yet 17-of-33 for 154 yards and 3 touchdowns. He additionally ran for 57 yards and another score.

Harvin got 165 yards on 13 conveys (12.6 yards per convey), scored once, and furthermore got 9 goes for another 77 yards and a subsequent touchdown. At last, it was insufficient as Michigan won one for Carr.

The Gators neglected to change over a fourth down play at its 25-yard line and K. C. Lopata's 41-yard field objective put Michigan ahead 41-35 with just 2:21 remaining. Florida got another shot however Tebow tossed 4 straight air balls. Both Michigan and Florida completed the season with 9-4 imprints.

BCS Rose Bowl - Southern California Crushes Illinois, 49-17, to Make a Statement

Pete Carroll and his Southern Cal players despite everything are thinking BCS national title game, however the Trojans will need to trust that that will occur. They may have completed at 11-2, equivalent to Louisiana State that will play in the title game,how to open a slot machine business yet the Trojans lost at an inappropriate time to an inappropriate group Stanford at home.

In a presentation of dissatisfaction and distress, Southern Cal truly stepped Illinois 49-17 in the BCS Rose Bowl game to say something. First year recruit half back Joe "Where Do They Find These Guys?" McKnight tore through the Illini protection for 170 yards (125 yards hurrying and 45 yards accepting). McKnight's yield was a piece of the Trojans' 633 yards of offense.

The yield set a Rose Bowl record and the Trojans' 49 focuses tied the record. The victory game gave Southern Cal 11 successes for a remarkable sixth consecutive year. Illinois Coach Ron Zook still completed the year at 9-4, an incredible turnaround after a 2-19 record in his initial two years at Illinois.

Try not to be confounded here, Illinois was a 13.5 point dark horse going in. Recollect that it was Illinois which managed Ohio State its lone misfortune, 28-21, and the Buckeyes will confront LSU in the national title game. Caps off to Zook and his players for a mind blowing year.

BCS Sugar Bowl - Hawaii's Unbeaten Streak Ends as Georgia Wins Easily, 41-10

Georgia's Bulldogs were jumping frantic that they were not welcome to play in the BCS national title game, and Hawaii's Warriors were forced to bear their disappointment, losing 41-10 as their fantasy of an ideal season finished in the BCS Sugar Bowl.

Hawaii came into the game at 12-0, the main undefeated group among the NCAA's 119 Division 1A schools. They did it with mentor June Jones' run-and-shoot offense that found the middle value of 46+ focuses a game, the arm of junior quarterback Colt Brennan and some incredible beneficiaries.

Brennan is the genuine article. He has set more NCAA passing records than Carter has liver pills, however nothing appeared to intrigue Georgia, and particularly Marcus Howard, who turned into the game's MVP as he had 3 sacks, 2 constrained bobbles and a tipped ball that colleague Dannell Ellerbe caught.

Actually Georgia was just too large, excessively quick and unreasonably solid for the Islanders this time around.

Howard and his cautious mates lived in Hawaii's backfield as Brennan was sacked multiple times, tossed 3 block attempts and lost 2 mishandles, one of which Georgia recouped for a touchdown. Georgia's guarded line pushed Hawaii everywhere throughout the field; Brennan was fortunate to escape New Orleans perfectly healthy enough to be drafted for Sunday obligation in the NFL.

"It was the quickest group I've presumably ever observed," said Brennan. To be reasonable, they would not have been so quick in the Warrior hostile line had played better and given Brennan more security so Hawaii's offense could be compelling.

It was a decent yet troublesome game for Hawaii to swallow, however the Warriors will live to battle one more day. They needed to realize that their 12-0 record was against a lot more vulnerable rivalry than each different BCS group confronted. They had their way in the Western Athletic Conference, in any event, bringing down Boise State, which likewise lost its bowl game to humble East Carolina 41-38. Indeed, even the Washington Huskies, who had an important lead on Hawaii, couldn't beat the Warriors as their game finished with Hawaii on top.

The residents of Hawaii experienced passionate feelings for their Warriors and well they ought to have. Hawaii had a mark year. Different groups are presently attempting to take June Jones away from Hawaii. It merited the annihilation when you realize that Hawaii figures to make a $4 million payout for its appearance in the BCS Sugar Bowl. For a group whose selecting spending plan was an immaterial $50,000 every year, that is a great deal of moola. Hawaii would now be able to stand to enroll ability on the territory.

June Jones has become an open door for some different groups. His run-and-shoot offense has brought about a 76-41 record (64% win rate) in 9 seasons, including the current year's 12-1 imprint and BCS bowl appearance. Jones assumed control over a Hawaii group that was winless in 1998 and went 9-4 in his first season. Interpretation: You don't have to remain wakeful evenings appealing to God for Hawaii's prosperity; the Warriors and doing fine and dandy, bless your heart.

(Proofreader's Note: This is the sixth article of an arrangement on the 2007 bowl game outcomes.)

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[otp-armada]

A Time Capsule

I’ve been lurking across several fandoms spanning a decade now, since my days of reading “Bones” fanfics on fanfiction.net. Before any inkling of Ao3’s existence. Maybe longer, my memory is murky at times.

I’ve never made a splash in any fandom, so to speak. I’ve always been content to stand shrouded in anonymity, residing on the edges of fandom, never an active participant. Perfectly at peace to never have a voice. Never brave enough to want to be heard. It has only been in the last few years that I discovered Tumblr and felt comfortable enough in taking advantage of its anon feature to interact mostly with The 100/Bellarke crowd, “conversing” with one user in particular. In the instances I chose to speak, there was safety in knowing my words never had an identity attached. A safety that lent itself to sending anon asks a fairly common activity until I wrote one recently sharing a remnant of my “The 100” viewing experience. The warm response from the users who read it left me smiling for the rest of the day. Their reply took a direction I didn’t expect. They encouraged me to take credit for my words under my username, which of course, I didn’t have, not being a Tumblr user.

I was flattered by the response, bolstering me to continue the line of conversation with another ask and was met with reiterated sentiments.

In the wise words of one of those awesome people,

“I was the ultimate lurker for a long, long time. I had a Tumblr account for four years before I ever made a single post, and even then I had to be talked into it. And you know what? When I finally starting “talking,” it was so freeing! Even if no one else was listening, even if I was speaking into the void, I was no longer dependent on anyone else to share my thoughts and opinions. I could do that myself.”

I took the compliment but waived the advice. Tumblr is made of communities built upon sharing and I have always been unto myself an island. It goes against my shy, introverted nature to take part in a community. I have no business pretending I have a place there. None at all.

And yet, despite my misgivings, the idea wouldn’t leave me as I believed it would. I started to genuinely ponder the merits of creating a blog.

There are strong reasons to support the affirmative.

First, the utilitarian benefits. In the absence of a blog, I turned to alternative methods of archiving appealing posts. If by some miracle, the item count of my browser reading list hasn’t yet ascended to the thousands mark, it most assuredly rests in the hundreds. My camera roll queue has indubitably reached the thousands count, currently sitting pretty at 3,300. I shudder to think of the sheer number of my bookmarks. One hundred and eighty notes on my phone. The final frontier has been broken, at last, habitually inundating my laptop with screenshots. Long has it been overdue to clean house.

Second, I find writing to be a herculean undertaking I enjoy in the moments it doesn’t drive me to the brink. A slow-going process, but when I’m able to appreciate the fruits of my labor, marvel at the polished product, I often feel quite proud. Writing is a skill I’ve lost touch with over years of disuse but found incrementally returning while expressing my opinions via Tumblr asks. Like any skill, it can be honed with time and practice. Transferring my streams of consciousness onto written medium challenges me to think critically, ask myself if my POV genuinely holds true or falls apart, requiring further reflection. If nothing else, it’s a good way to process thoughts and emotions. I find it easier than and therefore preferable to oral communication. I am a perpetual editor, always amending my statements which can’t really be done as effectively in speech.

Third, if there was ever a time to join the Tumblr fandom I’ve found a home in for the last three years, why not in time for the show’s last ride? The night I signed up for Tumblr coincided the first day of “The 100” cast and crew filming their 100th and poetically final episode. Around the same space of time, we got a release date and the nostalgic goodbyes of a few cast members rolled in. I know when Bellarke crosses the last threshold, I’d want it plastered all over my dash and I’d be able to make it happen.

But where there are pros, the cons inevitably follow.

Do I really need a further distraction from my responsibilities, spending additional hours and expending more energy I should not spare online? The too easy potential for more hours behind a screen when prone to headaches and horrid habits of not regulating my eating and sleeping schedules? The answer is a clear and resounding “No.” Would maintaining a blog be harmful to my mental and emotional health? Remaining anonymous has historically done a fine job of insulating me from general rebuke, which has mitigated the risk of reproach at least. No corner of the internet can be designated as a safe space. I knew I would in all likelihood have to work diligently to curate and be responsible for my experience, leading me to doubt how the effort could possibly be worth it. How could it be worth feeling exposed, self-conscious? Constantly second-guessing myself, debating whether or not my thoughts are best kept within the privacy of my mind to avoid stepping on anyone’s toes? Combating the periodic skepticism that my thoughts possess value worth writing?

There was always the lingering possibility I was overthinking the decision to my detriment, as is my norm. After all, it seemed silly and dramatic to regard one obscure little blog in a sea of hundreds of millions of social media users as momentous. But I know myself better than that. It is a really fucking big deal for me.

I vacillated between both sides of the argument for days before deciding not to follow through with the venture.

And then one night, a single stray observation ran through my mind. One observation became another, became another and before I knew it, I had formed the grounds for an entire meta post. It didn’t end there. More ideas filtered through. I expanded on those ideas. More traction gained. Another meta formed. More jumping off previous points. Before long, I had mentally written the foundations for four metas. And I was so excited and proud of forming these connections to this puzzle without even trying that I wanted to share it. I sat down to write them in my trusty Notes, outlining, trying to jot the main points down before they fizzled away from memory. I saw how long-winded these spiels had gotten sans the full writeup, subsequently rationalizing…well, not blowing up someone’s inbox is just good manners, isn’t it? And terribly inefficient to boot. More to the point, it seemed a disservice to myself to censor my rumination to fit the small confines of a Tumblr ask box.

The part of me that wanted to push forward envisioned what the future of my blogging efforts may look like. That part knows that this blog is for me and only me. What makes me laugh, what makes me cry. Smile. Rage. Flail. Think. Whatever the hell I want. I get to say what I want, however, I want. It’s incredibly nerve-wracking. It’s also exciting, thrilling, and yes, freeing. The notion of carving out a tiny space for me to fill to the endless brim with whatever brings me joy makes me…really damn happy. It’s not an easy feat to accept and harder to retain. I should be ok, so long as I never forget that I get to be in control of what happens here. It’s within my right to block anyone I don’t want to engage or associate with. It’s my full right to not care what anyone else has to say if I don’t want to. Block out anything negative I don’t want to endure with only a few clicks. If I decide I want to walk away, permanently or otherwise, for any reason, it’s within my right to do that too. It’s comforting.

There was a time when I “knew” I would never sign up for an Ao3 account until one of my favorite authors withdrew the majority of her stories from public consumption. I “knew” I was never going to post commentary until I did. I “knew” my username would never be seen by anyone aside from me, never to be affiliated with my commentary until it was.

I did. Each and every time I thought I would never, I did. I broke my own barriers with patience and some courage. Maybe the most intimidating aspect of something new is simply the beginning. I said earlier that I’ve been an island for nearly as long as I can remember. It’s still true, I don’t expect overnight results. It’s probably going to be true for a long time. Perhaps forever. But maybe it’s all the more reason why I should take this step toward peeking out of my self-imposed shell. Do what scares you, or whatever it is they say.

I wish I could say it was enough to reverse my earlier verdict.

Nope, I had to agonize some more.

What can I say? Fear is a damn powerful inhibitor.

Lo and behold, as if the universe took pity on me, I got the chance to communicate directly with the same awesome lady whom I quoted above and she kindly offered some more merciful wisdom to a truly maddeningly indecisive individual:

“When you create a blog, you are STILL anonymous. You have a username, yes, but it doesn’t lead back to you unless you want it to. You still have your personal privacy. Tumblr isn’t Facebook. If you want to disclose personal information, you can, but you certainly don’t have to.

And second, your blog is for you, not for anyone else. It’s for you to express your own opinions. Or create gifs or other visuals. Or just repost what other people create. You can be on every day, or just once a week. It’s also a great way to save stuff you might want to look at again. And then… and then… when brilliance suddenly hits you, you have somewhere to let it hang out! 😁”

It was much I had already considered, but it helped immeasurably to have my reasoning reaffirmed from an external source I respect. I logged into Tumblr for the first time the very same night.

After much deliberation, an uncharacteristic burst of bravery and a grueling four hours I owe to technological ineptitude, I have, tentatively and cautiously, opted to give this Tumblr thing a go.

With luck, a day will never arrive when I dust this preamble off for a much-needed pep talk. Instead, it is my hope that one day, this memo-to-me will stand as proof that I don’t always need to be afraid of the unknown. Not all endeavors have to be as frightening as they may appear. And if I can apply this attitude to all else suppressing my personal growth, I might just be peachy someday.

Bearing this in mind…

…here we go.

[benevolenterrancy]

Alrighty what do you think the Les Amis would do with Tumblr accounts? Vive la France!

Enjolras has an assortment of passionate followers, but byand large I would say he doesn’t have thatmany.  He’s well known (probably evenoutside his followers) for his incredibly passionate posts related to globalpolitics, human rights, current events, and social justice.  He has incredibly strong conviction about hisbeliefs, writes about them voraciously, and honestly even though they might bereblogged like crazy it’s a little too intense for a lot of people to actuallyfollow him – lots of people tend to get burnt out.  Enjolras doesn’t reblog fandom, meme, oraesthetic posts at all on his blog (he doesn’t want to dilute the importantissues) but he enjoys scrolling his dash in down moments and has a completelychaotic pile of likes.  Enjolras respondto ever ask he gets, it’s as terrifying as it sounds.

Lots of peoplefollow Courfeyrac which means a lot of people unwittingly follow Enjolras,because Courfeyrac reblogs almost everything that Enjolras writes.  Courfeyrac, however, will also shamelesslyreblog shitposts of all kinds so the political gets mixed up with the goofs andpeople tend to find it more palatable. He’s one of those people you follow, but you feel like you’ve gottensome sort of two for one deal because he gets into so many convo chains withhis friends that you feel like you know all of them as well.

Combeferre is thescience side of tumblr.

Jehan is all aesthetic all the time.  They post a lot of their poetry scraps onthere, just a few handful of lines here and there as they try things out, aswell as quotes from their favourite works. They use the tags like it’s nobody’s business, but still manages to keeptheir blog completely disorganized and inscrutable to an outside observer…while almost without fail being able to find that one post they’d rebloggedfrom Joly six months ago like it’s nbd. They’re a mystery wrapped up in an enigma.

Bahorel I don’t really see as much of a tumblr person tbh, he’snot really interested in sitting around and scrolling.  He definitely has a twitter though and isvocal as all fuck on that – Grantaire will shameless screenshot his tweets andrepost them on tumblr.  Courfeyrac willgenerally at least once a week sit down with Bahorel and just show him all thecurrent tumblr memes because Bahorel gets a kick out of them.

Feuilly is technically on tumblr because Jehan made him anaccount but he doesn’t use it all that much. He will appear about once every five weeks to reblog something and thendisappear again.  It’s anyone guess if it’sgoing to be a bunch of sea otter gifs or a long tirade about a recent protest.  Enjolras is one of the few blogs he actuallychecks regularly, and the two of them will get into reblog chain discussions.

Joly reblogs cute animal gifs and videos in abundance.  He is completely shameless, he loves them soso so much.  Joly scrolling tumblr is astream of “Chetta, Chetta, come see this, you have to see this!” “I just satdown Joly…” “Chetta look at these ducklings”“Babe I love you but istg”.  He alsotends to blog about whatever shows he’s watching at the moment, but he doesn’ttend to stay locked on to a fandom.

Bossuet uses Joly’s account. He’s lost, broke, or generally misplaced his phone one too many timesand always ends up using Joly’s, and so Bossuet gradually just completely movedin and took co-ownership of Joly’s account. If you see a splurge of posts that all have badly typo’d chat in thetags, that Bossuet.  Also an animalenthusiast, but also a shameless memer with Courf.

Musichetta uses hers like an actual file folder.  She reblogs recipes into various cookingtags, she reblogs fashion and hairstyles and gardening tips and apartmentaesthetic she likes, and studying tips and shopping tips and how-tos… all with mind-bogglingtagging structure.  She also has anassortment of just nice aesthetic posts, along with a smattering of posts andtheories about the shows she’s watching and humour posts that her boys messagedto her.

Grantaire’s blog is a hot fucking mess.  Fandom, political, humour, shitposts, they’reall dumped into the festering stew that is Grantaire’s blog.  He shamelessly reblogs posts from Engjolras’blog just to add derisive commentary, and takes nothing particularly seriously –it can be frustratingly hard to tell when he’s reblogging something ironicallyand when he’s not.  He thinks flame warsare hilarious and will step back to watch the show.  He will post his own artwork on his blog, buthe posts it with not particular schedule and never tags it, so if you ever wantto see them you’d have much better luck going to Jehan’s blog, who does reblog Grantaire’sart and actually tags it, somewhat toGrantaire’s chagrin.

Marius… sure is there. Somehow, he uses tumblr wrong.  Hegenuinely does use it casually.  He neversees any sort of fandom wank because he somehow only ever surfaces safely alongthe top, never diving into it’s deep recesses. It’s frankly miraculous.  His blogseems like the epitome of generic.  Hehas approximately two followers besides for his friends.  Grantaire takes gleeful joy out of sendingMarius bizarre “suggestive” posts just to see Marius reblog it with the commentof “I don’t get it” (yes, he alwaysposts his comments in the comment section, never in the tags section).

Cosette and Jehan definitely follow each other, and she’salso pretty big of aesthetic blogging. She probably has more than one blog – one for aesthetic posts, anotherfor blogging about whatever show she’s watching right now.  She has a nice smattering of followers wholike to see the reviews she writes for the latest movies and shows she’s seenor books she’s read.  Lots of gorgeousselfies, lots of positivity and supportive posts, especially ones for childabuse survivors.

Éponine - I have no idea what she does on there.  Neither do you.  Neither does anyone else, because the onlyperson who knows what her url is, is Grantaire, and he’s been sworn to secrecyunder pain of death.  …Or at least painof pain.

Gavroche you’re too young to be here to climb a tree orsomething.  Jacks Courf or R’s (or Ép’s)phone from time to time, mostly to post gibberish or troll their friends.  Sometimes looks up Youtubers and then floodsthe respective dash with funny clips and gifs.

(Bonus: Jean Valjean tried to figure it out so that he couldconnect with Cosette through it, but it never kicked off – he has one post onit that just says “Is this still the internet?” That’s it.  It has fifty thousandnotes.)

[glowstickia]

Behind the scenes questions! 5, 18 and 23!

:D thank!

5.What is the perfect environment for you to write in?

Minimal. Distractions.

I’ve found like places where I’m forced to entertain myself or be bored out of my mind. Liminal spaces like airports, on a plane, in a library... basically a space where I cannot easily access the internet or be mentally disrupted by notifications that break my flow.

Sometimes I’ll just...chill in the bathroom for a while because there is nothing in there to distract me besides my cats demanding entrance XD

18. What is a line/scene you’re really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene.

this is from my fallout 4 fic On Top Of Sanctuary Hills and Far Away: 

“Like clockwork he will run,” Mama Murphy’s words floated over them as she slowly turned towards them, “and denial he will hide.” Her hubflower eyes appeared to cast an ethereal glow, one Echo had seen before when Murphy had warned of the Deathclaw. “The truth is frozen in fear, deep within and locked down tight.” Murphy’s eyes locked onto Echo’s as her lips continued moving like the expert hand of a ventriloquist, “What he has lost, may not be found unless a guardian helps him seek.”

this bit ooooo man this bit was super fun to write. I had to listen and reread Mama Murphy’s predictions just to try and get her voice down along with trying to add a dash of spooky to it. I love how her predictions could be taken at a different angle, its open for interpretation, like its a hint in a puzzle you didn’t realize you found yourself in.

I also just adore this old psyker lady with her fuckin 19 strength. Since she has future sight I absolutely wanted to use it at least once while my psyker oc Echo was around. I want to sorta showcase that there is something off about Mama Murphy, that psyker powers are very weird, and can terrify folks, especially since like its about the future! The future is scary after all :3c

Gee I wonder who Mama Murphy’s talking about~

23. If you had to remix one of your own fics, which would it be and how would you remix it?

Oh gosh hm... I’d probably remix my old old Walking Dead (vidgame) fic I wrote.

Lee’s Library

 I think I’d probably add more description and change the ending so it wouldn’t be so heartbreaking lol. It’s an “au” after all I wrote for my good friend like god a solid 6 years ago. Ngl the ending was sad solely to make my friend cry lololololol Probably add more foreshadowing too cause ya gurl love a good foreshadow.

[Behind the Scenes]

[galaxies-unknown-a]

“In this house, everyone wears what they want, so if you need me, I’ll be out here in a suit.”