#Ehe...

[duelpawn]

Is this a safe space to say I fw Xiè Lián/Huā Chéng ships other than Hualian

[mean-steves-freakyteenager-fan]

I HATE DRAWING ON WHITE BOARD GRRRR 😡

[afamiliar-presence]

Giys I swear I'm working on the sona but.... (also it's from Nightmare's perspective kinda...)

Only in two parts becuz I can't fit it all in one text... anyways I think.... I think he screwed up-

Anyways I LOVE HIM SO MUCH I WANT HIM DEAD!!!!!!!!!!

[calla-posting]

Lots to do before we head back home for now...

I wonder if I should just postpone the garden idea until we come back? Looking at all this list of castaways we still haven't picked up... we'll definitely be back soon anyway, ehe...

[cannedvampirejuice]

if you are friends with me on switch i was not playing minecraft for three days straight and tetris for two i accidentally set it to sleep instead of turn off. twice.

[icewindandboringhorror]

(also feel free in the tags to clarify Why you made the choice you made!! :0c)

[antennatoheaven]

[frownyalfred]

Robins trying to emulate Batman's posture: cute, adorable, sometimes a little scary depending on the circumstance

grown up ex-Robins trying to emulate Batman's posture: scary, but everyone knows who they're trying to be

Batkids out of the suit, in civilian clothes, suddenly standing/looking a little too much like Bruce: terrifying

[keiachi-chan]

For a romance subplot

[heshmmity]

f4f (fag4fag)

[tanasha-not-yet]

pov httyd1 astrid

[anothermonikan]

crawling out of blog settings covered in blood.

[phenomenology-of-tmblr]

hey, you there! about the corpses...

by pearl

about a year ago, something terrible happened. the gates of hell opened up in a fiery flourish and the demons crawled out to collect their dues staring at me on my screen was a picture of a wretched beast, the wretched beast, thought to have been slain and buried deep in my adolescence…and yet, here it was, and as i gazed deep into its soulless eyes, i could hear whispering comforting words into my ear.

and just like that, i was dragged back by the scruff of my neck into an old fandom by a stranger i’d just met in my cramped afternoon class; this person knows who they are, and they’ve got to take responsibility! >;0

when i got home that night i vivisected my closet, gouged out its insides, and from its dusty depths i pulled out a notebook, and flipped to the end where all my old login credentials were hidden—wattpad, quotev, ao3, pinterest, and of course, our dearly detested, tumblr dot com.

logging back in, i began clicking on links, jumping from fanfic to fanart, from reblogs to blogs and more reblogs. the first instance of something being “off,” were posts from deactivated accounts attached to reblogs from a live account (in the terms that it has not been wiped from the internet), and the longer i spent clicking, the further back in time i went, and these digital phantoms increased in abundance. 

for every link i successfully opened, i was met with one-billion error pages.

painful, is it not? there used to be something here! i find the existence of the error screen to be a bittersweet paradox (yeesh, such big words from your’s truly). the code remembers that something was once here, but it cannot remember exactly what.

the phrase, “everything on the internet is permanent” is boogus.

we’ve been tricked into thinking that all things are eternal, when, in fact, they are not. everything we’ve ever known and loved, both online and offline, exists because someone cared enough to preserve it, to create the ideal circumstances so that it can continue to exist in its current state.

old books and manuscripts are kept under specific temperatures in specific conditions so they decompose as slowly as possible. buildings and paintings undergo repairs every once in a while. websites sometimes go under maintenance, and apps receive the occasional update, so that its users may scurry about and (shit)post their hearts out.

but everything is prone to disappearing without warning.

[ librarians and archivists have implored us for years to be wary of the impermanence of digital media; when a website, especially one that invites mass participation, goes offline or executes a huge dump of its data and resources, it’s as if a smallish library of alexandria has been burned to the ground. ]

'404 page not found' - kate wagner (2019)

these alexandria burnings that wagner talks about don't just happen once in a while when large websites suddenly keel over; they happen everyday, on a much tinier scale. when an account and its contents are purged and wiped clean, leaving only proof of its existence: a sterile error page.

“forever” will only be forever if people care enough, to screenshot, to download and save, to repost somewhere else. and i acknowledge that re-posting is a slippery slope, especially regarding creative works, but here, i am focusing on the bargain bin rejects of the internet. the “shitty” posts devoured by the vastness of the internet; things that people saw, but did not care enough to consider saving.

[ unlike the burning of such a library, when a website folds, the ensuing commentary from tech blogs asks only why the company folded, or why a startup wasn’t profitable. ignored is the scope and species of the lost material, or what it might have meant to the scant few who are left to salvage the digital wreck. ]

'404 page not found' - kate wagner (2019)

kate wagner’s essay reminisces on the old internet, and compares it to the current capitalist hellscape we navigate, which values profit above above all else, and weaponizes the nostalgia associated with "those days" to curry further user engagement. this internet, is an ouroboros that eats and shits itself back out; death of the author pumped full of steroids until bursting and mixed with bath salts.

the sudden disappearance of hatsune miku of a popular creator with a sizable audience will spark conversations of amongst their community, and they will get together to share/repost material they've archived, but no one will bat an eye when a creator who averages one or two likes with every post suddenly disappears.

my (any maybe your) first instinct is to check the wayback machine (i am hypnotizing you!!!!! hypnotizing you into wanting to snapshot everything you come across on the internet, oughhhh!!!!!), when these things go missing, but--oh no! someone didn’t snapshot it/the whole damn site is excluded from being indexed! 

ah, that’s too bad. it’s gone forever. :(

forever is a lie. even the universe will reset itself when the time comes, so please—please pleaseeeeeeeeeeee download that image, that thing you just read, that video you just watched, music, download, screenshot, screen-record, download, DOWNLOAD ALL OF IT! make sure it lasts for as long as possible!

[loudandproudmicrophone]

At least our taco doesn't actually lie to me.

[monstermonger]

Melancholia