#-> colors are ?? I had nightmode on

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[swisidniak]

Kingsley

[chronically-ghosted]

get to know me (pt. II)

a flower crown of your choosing to @joelslegalwhre @burntheedges @futuraa-free and @trulybetty

last song: All Gone by Gustavo Santaolalla

favorite color: sage green and navy blue

last movie/tv show: masters of the universe revolution (don't look at me)

sweet/spicy/savory: sweet, i like to flirt with cavities

relationship status: engaged

last thing i googled: how to remove nightmode from tumblr. i got a new laptop and i had the settings all messed up

current obsession: the last of us podcast. it's been so cool to listen to them all talk the process and the goals and the choices behind certain decisions. i think the next episode they start discussing part ii and i am going iNSANE.

@gnpwdrnwhiskey @javierpenaispunk @schnarfer @sp00kymulderr @perotovar @goodwithcheese

[northern-passage]

guess who has been messing around on twine....

[reelybadfnafocs]

Hii! I'm gonna submit my fnaf oc for review lol! Uhh I don't have art of her yet but once I do I will submit it I swear to phone guy ksjdjdjdj

Name: Spark 

Species: Cat (Name rule.)

Job: DJ (she basically just plays generic kid friendly party music and radio edits of the top 100 songs) (I’d love to see this, actually - maybe like a mini DJ booth for her, and her hands are like on fake plastic records and doing robot movements AHH that’s cool. i like this idea, its definitely original to me!)

Appearance: Bright purple fur, black hair in a sort of side cut with a few brightly colored greenish-cyan/pink streaks (they glow in blacklight!) A dark colored hoodie, pink eyes covered up by some epic sunglasses, and glowing headphones draped around her neck. (oh jesus...as much as im a sucker for this neon aesthetic...those poor kids and their eyeballs! also be careful with clothing that isn’t painted on, as it can easily get stuck and cause issues to the robot. i also havent seen the blacklight color thing before, that slaps! but does the restaurant turn its lights off at set times or something? otherwise, there’s really no use for this, other than “cool design trait” tbh, which is something only a player would see at night.)

Programmed personality: She's very laid back, not really worrying about much. She had a friendly rivalry of sorts with the band, believing herself to be the cooler one, though still respecting their talent.

Is she hostile?: not at all! In fact, I think the only impact she'd have on nightmode is startling players via Africa by Toto

Other info: She was made to appeal to older kids/young teens and she takes song requests! She can play crab rave

I mostly use her for a sentient/friendly animatronic au kdjdndb ---- im not really sure how she’d play music at request or anything but i can say that this is a very creative animatronic! definitely one of a kind to me. i love the whole concept, just make sure you’re not adding too many details or anything that’s not necessary. the animatronic should be appealing visually and be practical, but a design that’s too busy can be overwhelming, especially to kids. we don’t want the main attraction to be hard to look at! ~Mod Mangle

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snowyroxx22 replied to your post “snowyroxx22 replied to your post “did tumblrs color change or is...”

Np! I heard they changed it to make it easier for visually impaired people, I just wish they had some sort of switch to turn it on or off ._.

yeah it would have worked better if it was like the nightmode on twitter or something so you could turn it on/off if you wanted to, I don’t know how the new colors would work for visually impaired people but I personally hate white fonts on dark backgrounds

[reactivebangtan]

REQUEST: their crush crying in front of them for the first time because of her depression they didn't know about? please! REQUESTED BY: anonymous WARNINGS: references to depression/symptoms of depression. NOTES: each one of these is long and as detailed as possible, because this is a subject i hold very close to my heart, so i’ve split them up and am going to make them all with their own individual post. as someone with major depression, i know how it feels to try your hardest to hide it, and how awful it feels when you finally begin to crack. please know that there is always someone for you to talk to on this blog, as my messages are open to anyone and everyone and my notifications are always on. it doesn’t matter if it is four in the morning or two in the afternoon, whether you want to talk or just have a distraction, i am here. always remember: you never walk alone.

yoongi’s eyes blink blearily into the seemingly neverending darkness that has swallowed up his bedroom in the absence of the sun and for a moment everything is still and the only sound is the distant city life just outside these walls and his slow, even breathing. confusion over why he’s awake doesn’t last very long as the shrill, incessant ringing of his cell phone fills the once peaceful air and he’s grumbling to himself as he blindly searches for it, fingers skipping over the fabric of his sheets and trailing along the edge of his blanket. by the fourth ring the tip of his finger just hits the corner of it and it goes tumbling off the side of the bed and to the floor, vibrating harshly against the hard flooring and alighting the room in a warm, yellow-ish glow — at least he had the good sense to put on nightmode, before he passed out. once he’s reaching down to finally get a hold of it he’s all but spent on his remaining patience, and is far more than ready to give whoever it is a good talking to, hitting accept before he’s even lifted it from the floor.

❝ hello? ❞ his voice is gruff, raw with sleep and brimming with annoyance, his own huff blanketing the sound of sniffling from the other side. ❝ ...yoongi? ❞ it’s you, he notes, because he’d know that voice anywhere — this knowledge softens his frustration just a little, but not enough to keep him from also noting the confusion in your voice, as if you didn’t realize you were dialing him at... jesus, it’s five o’clock in the morning. ❝ yeah? who the hell else would it be? ❞ ❝ i-i’m sorry, i didn’t — ❞ you stop to take in a sharp breath, one that hiccups in your chest and skips three times before you can actually speak again.  ❝ — i didn’t mean to call you. i’m sorry. ❞ the way your voice heightens on your last apology has him suddenly wide awake, and now that his mind is quieted and his anger has bled out he finally hears the way your breath hitches over and over and how wet your words sound, soggy with sorrow and something indecipherable — it’s something that he’s heard in his own voice before, even if his words were dry and his eyes even drier.  acceptance. ❝ it’s okay, ❞ yoongi is quick to assure you as he’s shifting on his bed to sit up, his eyes shifting at the same time to the only other body in the room — he can’t make out more than the outline of his roommate’s body, but he can tell that he’s still asleep.  ❝ ...are you okay? ❞ you don’t answer right away, and instead he’s stuck listening to your wavering breath and the otherwise eerie silence. ❝ no. ❞ whispered so softly that he almost doesn’t catch it, yoongi’s mouth falls into a hard line and his fist unconsciously clenches in his lap, fingernails biting into his skin — frustration boils back to the surface, but this time no longer directed at you and rather directed at something unseen. he couldn’t tell you what it was if you asked, simply understanding that you’re hurting and he has no way of stopping it. ❝ what’s wrong? ❞ again, he’s met with silence and this time not even your breathing accompanies him in the pitch black of his bedroom, his eyes left to mindlessly wander the expanse of nothingness surrounding him — he has no idea that you’re doing the same thing, even though your light is on and the darkness cloaking you can’t be seen, only felt. ❝ come on — you might not have meant to call me, but you did, so now you’re gonna talk. talk to me, y/n. ❞ for a moment he almost thinks you hung up, almost moves his phone away from his ear to check, until your voice stops him:  ❝ i don’t know what’s wrong with me. ❞ he says nothing, and instead lets you continue. ❝ i’ll have days that are so — so good, and then it all just stops and i’m left feeling like this, again. like i never even left this place. like nothing is moving. it’s like a neverending cycle of this — this — ❞ ❝ hopelessness? ❞ ❝ yeah, ❞ you breathe. ❝ hopelessness. ❞ he understands — if there is anything he understands, it is this. the sort of feeling that leaves you desolate and afraid of the growing hole inside yourself, a hole you can’t close up, can’t stop from growing, can only watch consume you. he hears the hollow sound in your voice, the woe that sits beneath the surface, the misery that coats your words in a dark, heavy shade of blue. blue, because at least black seals it all away and leaves you devoid of anything, but blue — blue gives you hope, and snatches it away just as fast. blue colors the sky, but darkens to pitch in a matter of moments and leaves nothing but little holes of light that glitter a million lightyears away, burning hot with falsified life and always out of reach. there’s a reason it’s another word for sadness. ❝ it hurts so much, yoongi. ❞ while he has felt heartbreak, and has experienced grief, he has never felt anything like this — maybe it’s the pain in your voice or the pain in his heart, but it’s damn near unbearable. he wants to reach out and touch you, but you’re just as far away as the stars. ❝ i don’t want to feel like this anymore. ❞ ❝ don’t, ❞ the rapper’s reply is immediate, damn near cutting you off completely.  ❝ don’t talk like that. ❞ another bout of silence begging to be filled with the sort of words only min yoongi can weave together in the dead of night, still groggy from sleep and on the precipice of despair, and yet as eloquent as ever. ❝ just because it feels hopeless doesn’t mean it is hopeless. it doesn’t mean you’re hopeless. i used to think like that — like nothing could move this wall in my mind, no matter how much i hit it or ignored it or talked right through it. it muffled a lot of shit, too; i felt distant from everything else and everyone else, and god it ate at my passion until i had nothing left. i thought, for a really long time, that it would never stop being like that. that i’d have to struggle for everything, struggle through everything, and still never make it to the other side. ❞ it isn’t hard to recall when he’d had that own acceptance in his voice, when he was seemingly past the point of believing he’d make it out of his youth alive. when he was just waiting for the moment he’d decide to make it all stop. ❝ did you ever make it to the other side? ❞ ❝ i don’t know, really — maybe i did, maybe i didn’t. sometimes i think i just finally punched some holes in it, and sometimes i think i bulldozed that motherfucker down. some days it feels like i did nothing to it at all. it’s gotten easier to deal with those days, though. ❞ ❝ how? ❞ he smiles at the small tinkling of hope in your voice, even if it’s dim and flickering in the wind. how? you ask, as if you were asking for the answer to life. in a way, you were. ❝ you find people to support you, ❞ yoongi starts, chancing another glance at his roommate, smiling briefly to himself when he sees him shift in his sleep, mumbling incoherently.  ❝ people who can deal with you being a moody asshole and still take a chance on you when nothing you create feels good enough. people that believe in you, love you, take care of you. ❞ a pause. ❝ people who don’t mind you calling them at five in the morning, ‘cause you’re too sad to sleep. ❞ a shudder-y breath leaves you at this, and it takes you a moment to truly let his words sink in. it isn’t difficult, after knowing him for as long as you have, to detect the smile in his voice when he says it. hearing his happiness is like drinking warm, honeyed tea — soothing all the way down, coaxing you into a relaxed state and blanketing your mind in comfort. for the first time that night, for a moment, the weight leaves your chest and you can breathe again. ❝ yeah? ❞ ❝ yeah. ❞ silence falls over the moment once more, but this time comfortably — a small smile has made it’s way onto your lips, and although your eyes are red and puffy and you can’t breathe through your nose you feel at peace. the roaring tidal waves of despair have finally ebbed and your soul feels soothed — it is only temporary, and you know it, but you bask in it, anyway. ❝ ...thank you, yoongi. ❞ ❝ you’re welcome, ❞ he chuckles airily, more out of relief than amusement, but happy all the same; your words are no longer weighted with something beyond comprehension, finally light and assured. still, he knows the quiet after the ones you love leave is what brings the demons back, so instead of saying his goodbyes he begins to clamor out of bed and stalks down the hallway. the kitchen light is dim when he flickers it on, but it’s perfect to his sleep-darkened eyes, and far enough away from the bedrooms that he knows he won’t disturb any of the other boys. ❝ since you woke me up, though, you’re gonna have to entertain me for a while, got it? ❞ a giggle pours through his phone and he can’t help the way it makes him smile, the sound blooming warmly in his chest and nestling itself inside, the sensation tingling all the way to his fingertips — it would be a long night, but he’d do it every night if it meant you’d be happy.

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It showed sothis’s cipher art and you said “for the love of god help me.”

oh you mean this 

well nothing was wrong with it, its just all the colors of tumblr was inverted for me cause I had a nightmode extension on and well I have a large screen so it was not pleasant on the eyes and I had no idea what was making tumblr look like this at the time. 

so it was about how the tumblr blue was a orange yellow ish color for me, and not about sothis.