#I don't usually like posting my negative thoughts here but!!! this one Hit Like a Truck and just need a safe space to talk abt it

[broadwayfangirl222]

I don't usually comment on this stuff, like at most I'll just find post I agree with and reblog it but I wanted to share my own thoughts on this:

In light of the leaks and all the spoilers and people commenting on the first two episodes. I'll just say, the anti/critical crowd has lost any and all credibility to me. I don't even mean this in a disparaging or negative way, I just legitimately can not trust their takes anymore. This isn't because I'm a stan who can't stand anyone not liking something they like. I don't care if you like vivziepop's shows or not. Like or don't like whatever you want The reason why I can't can't trust anti/critical takes anymore is because I've seen the most bad faith criticism and takes. I've seen it for the episodes I've seen so since I can't/won't watch the two hazbin episodes yet I'm gonna guess it'll be about the same for those. Like just off the top of my head i've seen takes from ciritics that are like: Somehow it's bad writing for Ozzie to make a whole point about consent, that it's somehow bad for the angels to be similar to the demons (which is the whole point, the point is they're not so different from the demons and the angels are massive hypocrites), Stella never physically abused Stolas 'cause he caught her hand before she could hit him, that somehow this scene between two disabled characters is somehow bad:

not even "it was bad representation because (x,y,z reasons)" Just...it was somehow bad to have this in the episode at all and how the writing for this would've apparently been better if the kid dealt with ableism or was mistreated before this.

And these are from people who at least watch the show/know the basic info about the show since I could be here all day if we go into the misinformation and flat out lies that muddy up the water. Not to mention the harassment being flung at both fans and people working on the shows. I've seen antis/criticals start attacking the people behind prehistoric planet and how the show is now ruined because Vivziepop made a post simply saying she was a fan of it. I've also seen people admitting to lying about working for Spindlehorse so they can lie about how bad the working conditions were. I would genuinely be willing to hear criticism of both the shows and crew if so much of it wasn't obviously done purely in bad faith and there were way less people willing to literally lie and fabricate things to make the shows and crews seem worse than they actually are.

Again I don't care if anyone likes the shows and crew or not. Like I said earlier everyone's entitled to their opinion and nothing/no one is perfect. I just get frustrated about (the lack of) media literacy and care about the very real world consequences that can come from some of the stuff being said/posted. For there to be any kind of actual conversation about this, and not just two camps of people yelling at each other, first, the harassment just needs to stop all together. No one deserves harassment, especially over something as frivolous as a tv show. Next, we need to get rid of misinformation especially when it relates to real people. Actually look into the info you're spreading or see being talked about, make corrections and admit if something ended up being wrong/misinformed.

[nanabansama]

Ao Oni, Aka Oni

Hey guys! Since AidaIro just graced us with art to celebrate Setsubun, I wanted to take the time to examine the meaning behind the masks the characters are wearing. This'll be quick and informal, but I hope some of you get a kick out of it, like I did.

The men here are participating in a bean throwing contest. If you don't know, Setsubun is about throwing beans at oni/ogres to drive them away. Doing this can free you of your negative desires and emotions. Of course, since most people can't find an oni or ogre to throw beans at, they usually settle for throwing them at someone in an oni mask instead. (Sort of feels redundant for Hakubo, hm? Hehe.)

However, I must say, this is my first time seeing a showdown like this...but boys will be boys, am I right?

You may notice that the blue mask team currently outnumbers the red one, but don't worry! It seems our other red team participant is just having second thoughts...

Now let's turn our attention to the masks. I'll go over the girls first since I have the least to say.

These masks are called "Okame" or "Otafuku." They depict a happy, fat-faced woman in bright white makeup. It symbolizes happiness and good fortune. You'll see it at a lot of Japanese festivals, including Tanabata. Just looking at it brings a smile to your face, right? Right!? (I hope so!)

Next we have the red and blue oni masks! Setsubun being a holiday about driving away ogres, and all, these fit more with the overall Setsubun theme. It's said that, depending on the color of ogre you hit with a bean, something good will happen to you.

In the case of a red ogre, your evil thoughts (such as desire, lust, and greed) will be dispelled.

In the case of a blue ogre, you will rid yourself of anger and become happy.

I must say...Tsukasa and Natsuhiko representing anger while Hanako and Hakubo represent desire is pretty on the nose!

But that's not all. There's one last tale I wanted to share, one that centers upon a crybaby red oni and his little blue friend...

Naita Akaoni (The Red Oni Who Cried) is a piece of children's literature that dates back to the 1930s. It tells the tale of a red oni who wanted to befriend humans, but when the humans refused to play with him, he grew depressed. Seeing this, his friend, a blue oni, suggested a plan: the blue oni would attack the human village and let the red oni defeat him so that he could win the favor of the locals.

Although the red oni wasn't sure about the plan and felt bad about making his friend do all that for him, the blue oni was adamant to see it through. And when they reached the village and put the plan into action, it went off without a hitch. By defeating the blue oni the red oni finally got to befriend the humans.

But while the red oni finally got what he desired, something bothered him. His friend, the blue oni, hadn't come to see him once since the day of their plan. When the red oni went to the blue oni's house to find out what was wrong, he found a note on the door. It read:

The red ogre silently reread the note once, twice, three more times, then began to cry...

The end! 👹😢

What a sad story, right? While I can't say whether AidaIro considered this story when assigning masks to the characters, the blue ogre's selflessness certainly reminds me of Tsukasa, like when he sacrificed his life for Amane's. And we all know Amane is a crybaby!

Thank you for reading! And I urge you to read more about Setsubun if the holiday interests you. I'm sure there's more you could learn about it than just this post that will give you a greater appreciation for AidaIro's drawing. Have a nice day, everyone!

[rin-and-jade]

I'm Definitely Faking: A Post about Self Doubt

Alright, i get it. Many people had done things like these but it won't stop me from taking this topic deeper than anyone had done (as i ever read them too) so, for any of you who are interested, or attempt to find a dedicated answer/discussion around this topic, please and PLEASE read it, you will not regret this.

I'm very sure most of you are doing your usual routine, until a thought strike at you fast as lightning, "wait, what if i'm just faking __", or if you knew something you "shouldn't" (say, being a system) then it makes you spiral down the rabbit hole, right? And it is not beautiful, it's extremely taxing both emotionally and mentally. Nobody wants to lie accidentally to people, what if we're actually fine? How would you know? Are you tricking people to get the attention you never received as a child?? How would you actually know?? And etc. I will tell you how. It will stop those doubts for good.

Where it all started..

First of all, anything can be the starting point to where it all goes down. But, generally speaking i think it stems from how people think of what being a system is like, and i mean it in a personal view. Too rare to have one? Probably faking, Good communication? Faking, aware of other presence of parts? I'm faking, can't switch? Faking again, darn it. You get the idea here, right?

About that crippling doubt of mine..

Why would someone panic when they think they’re faking, when real fakers never gave a fuck? The problem is not on the disorder but more on the lack of proof for certainty,, and because you start to doubt from it, you then think you’re actually faking. I have a few to say about how it attacks, so bare with me:

Tendency to think on extremes When you start to think that having something means needing to suffer for like every single second.. that one minute period of ease and relieve will be the bullet in the gun to trigger a thought of "faking". Getting a better view that, for example how depression means you can laugh or feel good from a comfort show, does not mean you don't have depression due to that particular moment.

Focusing on the wrong dot What if i tell you, that you might be looking at the wrong side? Be it only looking at one side of the coin (biased towards looking for clues to prove yourself wrong, e.g. alters are not distinguishable from each other, and so it means you're not a system) or focusing too much about how other's experience is like and if you don't relate then you're not real, or maybe you have your own assumptions/expectations about how the disorder should look like and when it doesn't meet the criteria.. well.. you know what to say.

"I feel like.." When emotions hits to the roof, logic gets thrown out from the house. Tell me who can think well in stressful moments,, the answer is no one, some can appear more collected or have a higher tolerance before they can panic but you get the point. We all have feelings at the end of the day, no one is unfeeling and no one can escape from it,, i'm not saying you have neglect it, more like i want you to be aware when those said emotions are controlling (more like affecting) your thoughts. Too much of it can throw off the balance in rationality, easier to dismiss proof, and worser decision making. So, if you feel overwhelmed,, make a quick choice on calming yourself down, it will be easier to challenge the worries and negative thoughts once you are aware and actively practicing.

This isn't my first time..

You guessed it. Sometimes one assurance won't do the trick anymore after a few weeks, it comes back with more and more bullets to shoot you down, who says the bullets are gone when someone makes a post about people that their experience is valid? You have to work on yourself, because one day, you will doubt about something people never post and you are alone,, dealing with all the murky thoughts will be less harder, if you follow these tips:

Everyone is different, the disorder never look static and same for everyone. Having a different struggle or way of functioning never equates to being a fraud. Tell yourself that.

Focusing on evidence, not on what you don't experience or have, being a green apple does not make you a pear,, you are still an apple because of its shape and taste and overall appearance. Not just because you're green, it invalidates every other evidence of what counts as an apple.

Throw away all those unhelpful confirmations, you don't need to constantly check wether your other parts are real, you don't need to know having a blackout means you're still not faking, you don't need anything related to this? Because we are going to heal and learn, confirming becomes obsolete,, as things will change, clinging onto an image on how you should be or live like will do no good. Seeking constant assurance does more harm.

Never downplay your own experiences. Easier said than done but i know someone will say right on my face that being beaten up regularly by a father is not that bad to develop trauma or a system (for example) while it darn is. If things are downplayed more often and to many aspects, you will be more prone to thinking that you're "faking". Due to the nature that developing this disorder requires severe and ongoing trauma, and guess what,, trauma comes in all forms.

With this, it will be much easier to accept you have a disorder,, and accept that it's not all black and white, actually this can be applied with anything, but my point is that. Practice more compassion for yourself, by understanding and being aware,, and not resorting to self negativity or elses, this will not be a major problem for you ever again. Also noting that yes its alright to relapse and question everything again, but this time you fight back,, you hear me soldier?

Do you copy that, *walkie-talkie sound*

- j

[bloodpen-to-paper]

Heya, I don't plan to talk about it much but due to what happened with forever, who was my fav and really the heart of the project for me, I'm probably not going to post about Qsmp much anymore. Or if I do, it'll take a while. But please read if you're in the same boat as me, its kind of a ramble and you can skip certain parts but I'd like to hear your thoughts. The last couple of paragraphs touch on some stuff that I hope can help be worth your while, whether you're here for the Qsmp stuff or the mental health part.

Now this is absolutely not to say the rest of the project doesn't matter or that people should give up on it. The Qsmp is incredible and should be known for what it has achieved: breaking language barriers and uniting communities. Its wonderful, unique, and still has so much to offer in terms of content creation, so please don't let the whole of it be tarnished for what happened with one creator (we've seen that before already and it sucks). Personally, it got me back into streaming content/mcyt and I'd like to stay more present this time, its so much fun and its nice knowing I can sort of drift back and forth when new things pop up. If you're in the same boat, I encourage you to not feel like its all over immediately if you still feel a passion for this kind of work, maybe you won't get back into it but maybe you just need a bit of time. Whatever you feel, as long as you're happy and having fun you're doing it right.

So, personal feelings (which I suck at but its better than bottling my thoughts and I encourage others to do the same). I'm fucking devastated lmao. His character was my absolute hyperfixation, I'm talking 24/7 brainrot for months. I haven't felt this passionate for a character since dsmp, I honestly didn't know I could still do it. But there's another layer. I live in the U.S., and I'm Brasilian-American. In the U.S., you don't hear anyone saying shit about Brasil. You hear a lot about Mexico, but nothing really south of that, and if you do its usually about sexualizing Brasilian women or narcotics and gang stuff. Not the best representation for little me, admittedly. When you-know-who won the Qsmp Election, y'all I felt something in me spark to life that I hadn't felt since we won the Olympic soccer tournament in Rio in 2016. I'm proud to be Brasilian, I've always been proud of it, but its a pride that's been limited to sports and my own personal experiences. To see myself represented, to see Brasil naturally enter the conversation for a piece of media I loved that I didn't know would have us, and to see us win something, phew, shit got me higher than my wisdom tooth removal. We Brasilians banded together to secure the win, and what's more, my fav cc on the project was the one at the center. I felt so happy, for my country, my community, and for myself. And I know recent events might taint that memory for some of us, but I refuse to look back on my feelings from back then negatively. That was one of the best damn moments in my chronically online life, and I will always remember it with pride and joy, along with the many other moments when this wonderful server made me proud to be me.

So, naturally, when the news hit I was pretty fucked up over it. Still am tbh, but better now that I've had sleep (though it took me a while to fall asleep because of course my sleep gets ruined by bad feelings, bleh). All this to ultimately say it sucks. Like, it really fucking sucks. The anxiety, the disappointment, the sadness, and the uncertainty of "what now?". Might be sounding dramatic but again, 24/7 brainrot/serotonin supply for months that connected me to my culture abruptly cut off because of pedophile allegations. C'mon Satan, I already have to go to therapy, you didn't have to kick this horse while it was down. Joking aside, if you feel as absolute dogshit as I do and have that kind of anxiety where the world feels like its about to end because moments like these leave you with the rug pulled out from under you and the uncertainty leaves you not knowing what to do with your life after this... well, welcome to the boat, bathroom's on the lower deck and snacks are in the lobby. And also I'm here, and everyone else who's been left in the same crummy place emotionally. We're here together, and I hope that can help you, cause I know for me the worst part is feeling alone in it all, but I'm not, and neither are you. We're here, holding hands and cursing existence for putting us here and making us so sensitive and giving us something great only for it to end up hurting us. We're here, and if you wanna say anything, my DMs, comments, asks, whatever you'd want to talk through, are all open.

Now comes the hardest part: acknowledgement and playing the waiting game. Like I said, if you're feeling like me, this kind of anxiety and disappointment has you feeling like its all over. So now's when you gotta remind yourself that the only thing that's over is this moment in your life when you enjoyed a Thing. That Thing can have meant a lot to you, it could have gotten you out of really dark places, and it could be something you'll still think about down the line. It can be something like minecraft cube people that you (I) got way too emotionally attached to. And for whatever reason, that Thing could have meant the absolute world, whether other people would've understood it or not. Its not your fault it ended the way it did, life just does that sometimes, as unsatisfying of an answer as that is. But its true, and its an important lesson. The Thing is over.

You know what's not over though? You. You're life. Whatever the hell you are doing and will do in the future. If this was the best thing in your life you had going for you, I am so fucking sorry. You deserved to be happy with it, we both did. But I promise you, this Thing is a moment in your story, not the whole story. This really was the source of my joy for the past few months, and if its the same for you, I see you. We can feel like shit together, along with the rest of this wonderful community who understand it too. And you know what else we're gonna do? Live, and move on. Not now, maybe not for while, but we're human beings, we persist (sometimes that might look like you're dragging your battered self out of a trench smelling like depression and expired cheese, but you'll get out of the trench, we both will). There's too much to life for this to be what stops you from finding the rest, whether that's some dramatic life change that completely changes the world as you know it for the better... or just figuring out what comes next. Taking a shower, watching that movie you were waiting for the right moment to watch (I'd say this qualifies), setting up a therapy appointment maybe. Whatever you do to feel like a person again, you have that to do, and later down the road you'll have new Things that give it all meaning. So keep yourself going, hit up me or others who would get it, and do what you gotta do to let it pass. Because it will pass.

Deep breaths friend, I'll be cheering for you when it does

[katboykirby]

That satan + princely mc has been living in my mind rent-free since you posted it. One concept I really love is it being a gradual thing rather than immediate grand gestures. A held door here, helping him carry his books there, subtly walking on the part of the sidewalk closer to the road when walking back from RAD together, whatever. So at first Satan doesn't even really notice. Until one day he's reading some romance novel or more realistically a bodice ripper tbh and suddenly windows bluescreens when he realizes he's imagining MC as the knight in shining armour rather than the other way around and when did that happen??

Oh, yeah, 100% you're right. In fact, I don't believe that MC would be likely to even initiate these kinds of gestures at all in the beginning.

You're still so brand new to the Devildom, see, and you're very aware of your current position - one lone human, among Hell's most powerful devils. You're not naive enough to act as if you're invulnerable, so for the first few days and weeks you take care not to draw any negative attention to yourself. You aren't cold, of course, and you still act politely to your new housemates, as that's just what comes naturally to you.

Once more time has passed and you've grown more used to things, and once you've gotten to know your demon friends a little better, that's when you start to feel a bit more comfortable. You no longer fear for your life at every turn, and the brothers aren't as intimidating or mean as they once were. Once you've been in the Devildom for a while, that's when more of your genuine personality would start to shine through.

Satan had respected you fairly enough so far, even if he wasn't as outwardly friendly with you as some of his brothers. He usually keeps himself neutral about a person until they prove themselves to be worth his time or not. And he appreciated how you didn't constantly make a fuss over nothing or cause trouble all the time, like Mammon or Levi often would. He also took note of the way you held yourself with dignity, despite being a lamb amongst wolves. He considered you respectable enough, particularly for a human.

But of course, the longer you lived together under the same roof and the more you became used to one another, the closer you became - especially after that whole debacle with the cursed tome, and after you helped him get his own body back.

He doesn't even notice the little things, at first. And he's a bit embarrassed that it took him this long to see the real you.

It was around the time that he made a pact with you that he started to notice the aspects of your personality that you'd kept hidden before. You started opening doors for him, started pulling out his chair for him, started greeting him in the mornings with a slight bow of your head. Satan liked this side of you, and he was grateful that you liked him enough in return to allow him to see it.

He enjoyed the way you would walk at his side whenever you were both on your way to or from RAD, almost like you were the one escorting him. Eventually you started to offer him your arm whenever you both were out together, and he'd simply be rude not to take it!

It didn't really hit him until the first time you kissed the back of his hand to bid him goodnight, your lips so soft and tender on his skin. It had him up till practically morningtime, tossing and turning in his bed while plagued by thoughts of you.

It all falls into place one afternoon while he casually peruses a few books from the library. It's when he's in the middle of reading a classic Devildom fantasy story that it sort of finally clicks for him - your behaviour was so welcome, so comforting, so familiar to him, because he recognised many of your gestures from his romance stories. He realised that he had been picturing you in the position of the charming prince, rather than the other way around!

Naturally this flusters him, and Satan quickly snaps the book in his hands tightly shut.

Oh, no...oh, no...

You're his Prince Charming, you're his Knight in Shining Armour -

And as much as he blushes at this fact, Satan has to admit to himself that he likes it. Really, he couldn't imagine you any other way ♡

[queenofcoquette]

Amy do you have any advice for getting your life together when you're unmotivated to do anything and when you generally feel ucky?

ofc! this is me right now. i'm feeling horrible, like i haven't been this bad in a while. lately i've been feeling disgusting, tired, unmotivated. but even tho i'm going thru it i'm trying to do things that'll keep me feeling a little better, so when this passes i'll be good. here's my tips:

first of all, when it comes to self improvement i think about floating and not swimming. heres what i mean: when you're feeling horrible you just need to float, you don't need to move or swim. like i mean do the bare minimum to stay healthy, and not overwhelm yourself.

let it out. i've cried so much this week, and it's helped a lot. sometimes i struggle with getting myself to cry so i just think about me when i was a kid and i start crying a ton, and it feels really good to let it out.

journalling. i've also been writing down all my crazy negative thoughts, all of them. you might feel a little insane when you do it, but just put it all out there. a lot of times if the paper is super upsetting i'll throw it out later.

preserve your health. this is so important. stay hydrated, keep eating and showering. do those little things to help yourself. it might not make you feel better, but it's important to not hit a self-destructive period. if you feel up to it, workout. at my worst days i make my workout routine a little easier cuz i just feel so exhausted. but on better days i do the whole thing.

do little things. lately i've been reading a few pages before bed, or i've been listening to my favorite records. just little things that usually make me happy. it hasn't done much if i'm honest but it's better than nothing!

coping in a healthy way. find a healthy coping mechanism. to simplify what i'm sad about part of it is moving and how i miss connecticut (yes its very dumb) so i write poems about that time that i mis and i feel a little better.

make a list of what you need to do. i've been stressed for a lot of reasons, but this summer i wanted to do better, and i didn't. i still have a lot i need to get done, so i made a list of what i need to do like ordering a new bed-cover and getting my permit, things like that.

make small changes. lately i've been taking it slowly. reading a little, doing practice permit tests, just little things to get back on track.

of course communication. if you have someone to talk to, talk to them. you might not feel better immediately, but just stay consistent. take care of your health, journal and get to the bottom of why you're feeling that way and just do that. with time you'll get better. take it one step at a time. right now don't worry too much about self improvement, just think about making sure you're ok and then going from there. sorry if this post is super long, i had a lot to say. sending u all the best <3

[gloombeauty]

This is what Halsey posted the other day in her instagram stories. I posted it on my page, sharing my opinion how I didn't think Columbia Records would be happy to see this kind of anti-semitic messaging coming from one of their own artists. The entire Halsey fan community on this platform attacked and bullied me. I had to stop following them and block them. People who I thought were my friends. Horrible backstabbing anti-semitic monsters. All I stated were facts. The CEO and COO are Jewish. The A&R person at Columbia is Jewish. Clive Davis is the founder and is also Jewish. Halsey's manager is Jewish. But according to Halsey fans on here, that makes me a racist because I stated the fact these people working on Halsey's career are Jewish. It got so bad I had to change my name. Maybe you have better luck posting the facts.

First of all, you should never delete your opinion on your blog. If people don't like what you have to say, they can easily skim past your page or you can make them fuck off by blocking them.

I have no problem telling Halsey fans to go choke on a baklava before I click on that block button. The fact that Halsey fans in general lack their own personality and decided to be one of those "they/them" and "bi" this or that or whatever - just because their idiotic hero is all those things, is very telling. These people aren't even teenagers anymore. They are in their mid 20's - early 30's. They grew up with Halsey. The hilarious part of all this is that Halsey isn't any of those things. She's not bi and she sure as hell isn't a "they" but you know how annoying Millennials and Gen Z are. They find a problem and drama for everything. Halsey's whole brand has always been the annoying loudmouth obnoxious social justice warrior. You would think that having a kid would stop all that foolishness but no - she's chooses to be a one of those "they" people. Even after popping a baby out of her actual vagina.

In my opinion, Halsey is plummeting fast when it comes to her music career. She's lucky her makeup line is doing very well because as far as her music? That is a dead on arrival effort. I don't think Columbia will be able to pull a Capitol Records - taking an almost two year old song (Without Me) and throwing it into a new album (Manic) and stealing the hit single's successful streaming numbers and sales. That's how Manic didn't flop. But does anyone (outside of her psychotic fan base) truly gives a crap about Manic? Hell no. The reviews for that album were mostly negative. Pitchfork even said what an awful album it was and she went on Twitter wishing the basement where Pitchfork is located would crumble. What she didn't know is that Pitchfork is located at the Freedom Tower in New York City. That's the same location the Twin Towers use to be. The same Towers that were destroyed on September 11, 2001. How stupid did she look saying something like that? Very. She hasn't used Twitter/X as much as she use to after that. She was too busy exploiting Evan Peters on her IG at the time.

She had the gift of Trent Reznor and Atticus Finch producing her album and it bombed. Usually, everything Trent touches turns to gold, but what he produced for Halsey flopped. It flopped hard. A first in Trent Reznor's career. That means a lot of people just don't like Halsey. Imagine had it been Amy Lee instead of Halsey? It would have made a big difference.

Now, as much as Halsey's fans like to ignore this fact (or stay stupid - your pick) the people running her music career now are all mostly Jewish. Ron Perry, the present CEO for Columbia Records is Jewish. Halsey's manager, Jason Aron is Jewish. When Jason was posting about supporting Israel, donations, his family in Israel, etc. - Halsey's psychotic fans came into his IG page and started threatening this poor man's life. They were calling him an evil Zionist and other disgusting choice words.

Halsey's fans are demonic and yes, they are all antisemitic. Except maybe for a very small percentage like 0000.1% of the fanbase. The only Halsey fan that I seen on Tumblr that is normal, sane and not antisemitic is you. I'm sure out there, on other social media platforms there's more nice fans like you. The thing is, they aren't obnoxious or demonically loud as the antisemitic ones who scream "Free Palestine!!!" on every Halsey post.

That's why I feel Halsey posted this disgusting Gaza/Palestine propaganda garbage on her IG. To appease her disgusting fan base, who are 99% antisemitic. She's going to need them to buy/stream her new music. If she doesn't do well, Columbia will drop her in a heartbeat. The same way Capitol chose not to renew her contract. Capitol are dicks for what they have done to Katy Perry and Sky Ferreira, but look at all the money they spent on If I Can't Have Love, I want Power. Close to 25 million dollars - and it flopped! The next single she released So Good flopped. That's why they refused to renew her contract. I don't blame them at all.

So now, more then ever, she will need all her little antisemitic fans to support her new music.

Also, knowing that her manager is Jewish, why would she ever post something so disgusting against his people? I'm sure Ron Perry didn't celebrate that IG story either. He's probably sitting somewhere regretting that he signed her.

Do yourself a favor and block every single Halsey account on Tumblr. Trust none of them to be "your friend" because they aren't anyone's friend. Get a real friend in the real world. Finding friends on Tumblr isn't it.

[bringbacktim]

Dial drunk- Jschlatt

A noah kahan inspired jschlatt imagine , this is not proofread or edited so be warned

Sad I didn't write this after the post malone version comes out , his verse sounds so good

Warnings : mentions of breakups , alcohol, death, cops , use of y/n , one swear word

Wc: 1.6k

It was no secret that Jschlatt liked to drink , he wasn't an alcoholic or anything, but he drank more than the average person

This drinking multiple times a week and his recent break up did not mix well together at all

Most nights he would get absolutely plastered and either leave a drunk voicemail or a drunk text (both equally embarrassing for him to discover the next morning)

This night was no different, it was a lonely Saturday evening and Jambo was beginning to grow bored of only having one adult to annoy . Schlatt was done streaming for the day and just wanted to wind down so looked no further than the liquor cabinet in his kitchen

Tonight he was definitely going push the limit of how much alcohol he usually drinks without caring about the consequences because he could physically feel his heart breaking in his chest and it was clearly taking a taking a toll on the orange tabby as well

To say the breakup was messy was an understatement , if it had to be described in one song it would be 'come back be here' by taylor swift. The distance did more harm than good, obviously being in a relationship with a youtuber was hard , but having that youtuber across oceans made it nearly impossible

I'm rememberin' I promised to forget you now

The alcohol was hitting hard by this point and his conscience was very much gone so the shit show that was drunk Jschlatt was going to begin

But it's rainin', and I'm callin' drunk

He could hear the pitter patter of the rain on the window and he thought back to how much y/n loved to cozy up on that very sofa with a hot drink when it rained , so the only logical thing to do was call her and tell her it was raining and that it reminded him of those fond memories

And my medicine is drownin' your perspective out

The liquor was making very much not care about whatever negative thing she would  have to say on the other side of the line if she actually picked up

So I ain't takin' any fault

Am I honest still? Am I half the man I used to be?

Obviously he wasn't going to blame the alcohol for the abrupt phone call , that was all him but not the tough guy he used to be that everyone loved . The gooey in the middle guy who doesn't know how to live without Y/n by his side

I doubt it, forget about it, whatever

It's all the same, anyways

With that saddening thought he put the phone down not even bothering to leave a voicemail because then she would know he was drunk

I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown

In the name of someone I no longer know

He definitely wasn't proud of all the times he had defended her name even though she ripped his heart out of his chest , stomped on it , and then shot it until you could see through to the other side

For the shame of being young, drunk, and alone

Traffic lights and a transmitter radio

He doesn't remember his feet taking him out the door or walking down the street he knew her hotel and favourite bar was , but at this point it was muscle memory no matter how hard he tried to forgot it his feet could never forget his old favourite path

That wasn't the only thing his feet forgot how to do because next thing he knew a cop car was pulling up next to him asking how much he'd had to drink and to walk in a straight line (aka the most difficult task in the world at the moment)

I don't like that when they threw me in the car

Being put in the back of the aforementioned cop car was no surprise after he couldn't walk or talk even remotely like a sober person

I gave your name as my emergency phone call

"Is there anyone we can call to come get you and make sure you get home safely?" The cop turned to him and asked

"Y/n Y/l/n" he knew it was a long shot , but she was a relatively nice person

Honey, it rang and rang, even the cops thought you were wrong for hangin' up

After about four attempts at calling the cops gave up and we're shocked that his only lifeline wouldn't come get him or even pick up

I dial drunk, I'll die a drunk, I'll die for you

He knew at that moment his life would stay the same for however many years he still had left, Jambo would be left at home wondering when his father would sober up and give him some attention

I'm untetherin' from the parts of me you'd recognize

From charmin' to alarmin' in seconds

He had changed too much since that last phone call and it was hard for his friends to watch , they didn't recognize him a lot of the time . Even his viewers could see he was a shell of himself

I'll be bedridden, I'll let the pain metastasize

But that's mornin', I'll forget it

He didn't care about streaming half the time and just laid in bed wishing the pain would stop spreading from his heart to everywhere else and controlling him like a little person in his head

But that's mornin', I'll forget it

And the dial tone is all I have

It usually got better once he'd actually manage to get out of bed to feed his cat etc , but he couldn't bear to stop calling just to listen to the dial tone it was all he had left of y/n after all and everyone knows that old habits die hard

I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown

In the name of someone I no longer know

He was two seconds away from defending you to the pair of cops who didn't even disrespect you even though you just hang up on him four times

For the shame of being young, drunk, and alone

Traffic lights and a transmitter radio

It was shameful to be so young and this sad over something so silly that a macho man like him shouldn't get upset over , luckily the radio kept spitting out messages so he was silenced for now

I don't like that when they threw me in the car

I gave your name as my emergency phone call

He was pissed about them not only man handling him , but also the fact that you wouldn't even pick up despite him having a habit of doing this , why didn't you even want to know he wasn't a danger to himself like some of your mutual friends said

Honey, it rang and rang, even the cops thought you were wrong for hangin' up

They tried a few more times after a solid five to ten minutes incase she was busy , but still nothing.  They couldn't just let him go and have him wind up dead somehow

I dial drunk, I'd die a drunk, I'd die for you

Well, I'd die for you

Were the only thoughts in his head at that moment , he was obviously destined to be a drunk and die from being reckless

"I beg you, sir, just let me call" he  tried to plead with them to just call once more

"I'll give you my blood alcohol

I'll rot with all the burnouts in the cell" he once again begged, he just needed that one more call

"I'll change my faith, I'll praise the flag

Let's wait, I swear she'll call me back"  they we're growing bored of this emasculating begging routine by now

"Son, are you a danger to yourself?" The cop asked wanting to just send him home

"Fuck that, sir, just let me call

I'll give you my blood alcohol" 

Schlatt replied trying to bargain with the man but this was a fight he wasn't going to win

"I'll rot with all the burnouts in the cell

I'll change my faith, I'll kiss the badge" he tried being on their side and charming them to see if he would finally get his way , but still no avail

"Let's wait, I swear she'll call me back" his voice broke as

"Son, why do you do this to yourself?" The cop asked genuinely curious why a tough guy like him was borderline crying in the back of his car

And I said

"I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown

In the name of someone I no longer know" with his head in his hands and nursing a water bottle he confessed to the man who was definitely confused

For the shame of being young, drunk, and alone

Traffic lights and a transmitter radio

I don't like that when they threw me in the car

He began to question his current situation and what he deserved to end up a drunk who couldn't get over his ex who clearly didn't give a shit about him or his safety

[panicatthediaz]

Holy shit I am alive! Well, I'm just on Tumblr less, but I'm around. And I'm still writing!! If you couldn't guess by the not actual Sunday posting, I'm not ready to go back to regular posting. On top of on-a-whim WIPs I have at least one work project a week, and this week is my last week before finals for the semester :) somebody save me But I wanted to give y'all something, so this is it.

[Part 1] – [Part 10] – [Part 12]

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Pin a String to My Chest – 11

A song

When he started high school months ago, Eddie hadn't expected to find people that shared his interests for a while; he wasn't the oldest guy in the band, but the rest of Corroded Coffin still had to finish middle school, so he wasn't sure what to expect.

In the end, Ollie, their drummer, decided to drag him to a D&D session, and the rest was history. It had been some of the best fun he had, and he was sure the others would like it too.

It had also become a small problem.

Eddie dropped himself on the couch next to Wayne as soon as he got home. Hellfire had run a little bit later than expected, but it was the last session before winter break, it couldn't be helped.

No, the problem wasn't the sessions running late. Wayne was usually at work by the time they were done, and on the off chance he had a Friday off, he was always warned of where he was.

(Eddie would not make that mistake, ever, where Wayne was concerned.)

Wayne glanced at him but kept his attention on the crossword he was working on as Eddie fidgeted with his ring. The radio played softly somewhere close to them.

Okay, calling it a problem was a little dramatic even for him. It wasn't a problem. It wasn't. But it was a little unexpected, he'd never even thought it was a possibility.

"Alright, kid." Wayne put the newspaper down, turning slightly to look at him. "What's goin' on with you?"

"Uh," he stalled like an idiot. If something would make Wayne assume something was wrong, hesitating would be it. "I don't… It's not bad."

"But it is something," Wayne guessed. "What kind of something?"

"You ever figure something out that you thought you knew about yourself?" Eddie asked, but made a face immediately after, twisting in his seat to look at Wayne as well. "Like… You thought something, but it turns out that the truth is something else?" He chanced a look at Wayne's face and saw a flicker of understanding. "It's nothing bad! I promise it's nothing bad."

Wayne nodded. "You said that, Eddie, and I believe you." His eyes unfocused for a moment, in a way Eddie knew meant his uncle was looking for words. "Well, there was that one time I learned I'm allergic to grapes, remember?"

Eddie nodded. That had happened years ago when his Ma was still alive, and it had freaked him out as a kid. It had been a surprise to Wayne as well.

"Now, I'm guessin' this isn't about food, or even music," he prompted. Eddie nodded, looking down at his hands and spinning the ring on his finger. "You know whatever's in your head is safe here, Eddie."

"I know," he groaned. "It's just… not something I expected?" Eddie shrugged. "I told you about Dylan, right?"

"Yeah?" Wayne nodded, looking a little confused. "First kid from your club to actually try and teach you that game of yours? You made 'im kinda hard to forget, Eddie." The smirk was both on Wayne's face and voice. Eddie flopped onto his back, almost hitting his head on the arm of the couch and causing Wayne to huff a laugh. "What about him?"

"Ollie said he was flirting. With me," he clarified while looking at the trailer ceiling. There was a stain up there that they should probably look into at some point.

"And that's not bad."

Eddie hummed his negative, spinning the ring that used to be his mother's.

"I mean, I didn't notice but Ollie swears he was." His hands started moving above his body. "And while Kant was driving us all home, I realized that I didn't really mind if he was, it's—it's kinda nice, and I wouldn't mind!" He raised his head a little to look at Wayne. "I mean, I know there's nothing wrong with liking another boy," he said in a low voice. At this time, there wasn't anyone to overhear their conversation. It just seemed like the softness was needed. "I just never stopped to think about it."

Wayne hummed thoughtfully, and Eddie stretched out on the couch, unceremoniously dropping his feet on Wayne's lap.

"Pretty sure this is a good age to be thinking about this stuff, Eddie." Wayne patted his leg, ignoring the noise he'd just made. "I was about 20 when I thought, hell, maybe I'm better off just by myself."

"I spent all that time telling Dick that I wasn't interested in boys like that," Eddie mused, the nickname he bestowed upon his father making him smile. Wayne shook his head with a smile of his own. "Might have saved some time if I'd just—"

"Don't even go there, kid," he interrupted. "Your old man was a piece of work who couldn't handle not being in control."

Eddie sighed, nodding slowly. "So, what do I do?"

"About what?"

"Wayne!" Eddie shot up from the couch, standing in front of his uncle with his arms crossed.

"Alright, alright," Wayne conceded with a chuckle. "Do you like him?"

"I…" Eddie frowned, thinking it over. "Think so?" Wayne raised an eyebrow at him, waiting. "He's a good person! He listens, y'know, and he's nice to be around."

"That ain't quite enough, kid," Wayne said softly. "You need to know for sure because people have their expectations in a relationship, and you need to know whether you two can find a middle ground."

"Expectations like…" His frown deepened, trying to think of something. "What?"

"All sorts of things," Wayne shrugged. "Sex, for one."

Eddie groaned, sitting down on the little coffee table that was behind him. It creaked ominously for a moment but settled down again. Wayne chuckled and continued talking. Eddie only half listened, as he was prone to when he wasn't interested in the topic, while Wayne kept going about how people — most of them, anyway — eventually wanted more "physical action" out of the relationship. Some sooner than others.

Those were Wayne's words. He wasn't sure how his uncle knew any of it, Eddie had never heard about the man being in any sort of relationship, ever, but the fact was that Eddie would much rather just… not do what he was very obviously implying.

Did people really have nothing better to do? This was starting to feel a little bit like some of the conversations he'd overheard over the halls in high school…

It was kind of ridiculous.

"Okay!" Eddie exclaimed, raising his arms to stop Wayne before he could go into any type of detail. "How the hell do you even know any of this?!"

Wayne shrugged, smiling in a way that made Eddie narrow his eyes. He did not want to know.

"Either way," Wayne continued softly. "Make sure to respect them and that they respect you, kid." He stood up, patting his shoulder. "Just want you to stay safe."

Eddie watched him move to the kitchen for a moment before standing up himself. He turned the radio up a little, just enough to be heard from his room. He didn't think Wayne had anything to worry about; if what he'd just said was true, Eddie was probably better off on his own just as Wayne was.

He lay down on his bed, listening to Woody Guthrie's voice in the background. He wasn't sure which song it was, but he had the impression of it being one of Wayne's favorites. He was sure he'd listened to it a lot since he came live with him.

It wasn't long before he fell asleep to the music.

At some point, Eddie was aware he was on his back. He usually moved around in bed more, but he felt tired. Still tired. He was supposed to feel better rested, he'd been asleep just now.

He could still hear the music on the radio, lowered and muffled somewhere to his right.

Do not think 'bout tomorrow; let tomorrow come and go…

Right, that was Wayne's favorite song, one of the first he'd taught Eddie on the acoustic guitar. Without opening his eyes, he tapped his finger on the bed to the rhythm of it. It wasn't his usual type of music but it was… pleasant.

Something wrapped around his wrist, stilling the movement of his hand. He tensed. The last time something held him— He tried holding onto his sheets, but the thin, scratchy material felt wrong and—

"Eddie," a soft voice called to him. He didn't know it, he didn't like it. Whoever they were, moved their hand so they were holding his hand instead. "Can you squeeze my hand?"

He didn't want to listen to them, but he could tell it was important. It took more effort than he'd expected to put any type of pressure on the hand holding his. He couldn't think of it as a squeeze of any kind.

"That's great, Eddie, that's great." They sounded happy for some reason. "Think you can open your eyes, now?"

Eddie made a noise that might have been a no if he had any more energy. The stranger — a woman, he realized — chuckled.

"I know it's unpleasant, but we really need you to open your eyes."

He wanted to go back to sleep. He was still tired, his body was aching all over, head to toe. But he was pretty sure she wouldn't let him sleep again.

If squeezing her hand took effort, opening his eyes was like… something worse. There was a golden-ish glow to the room he was in, but not much in the way of furniture of any kind. It was him and this lady.

Listen to the steel rails hummin', that's the hobo's lullaby.

"Wayne…?"

[tamcsitanyazik]

Main introduction part!! 📜

★ about meee!! ★

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Hii!!

I'm a textile-worker student in Hungary. I speak English as well. ::-)

I joined Tumblr in 2022. (October). <3

I'm into arts, listening to music, reading, playing games and watching films, series! 🫨

I'm an emoji and GIF maniac, just ignore it. 🥰

I'm a clingy, cringy, weird worrywart isfp girl. Usual Hungarian pessimism hit me too early. (4th grade)

I have 0 logic in me, please don't look for it. No thoughts, head empty. 🫥

I'm TERRIFIED of the dark and jumpscares since I was like 8. live laugh love FNaF

I love dubs, i'm also interested in voice acting. 🎙️

I draw in Ibispaint X, but I also have traditional works. I study art in general, and I also learn typology.

I also adore Hungarian films. <3

(i don't know what you mean by they are horrible)

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Typology, astrology!! 🌌

★ woooohhh check it ooooutttt ::-o ★

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I study typology at home (only for fun). Here are my personality types!!

isfp, 7w6, 749, sp/so/sx, rcuai, eii, elvf, phlegmatic-melancholic, if(s), lawful good, aweg

My astrological signs:

☀️ — cancer

🌙 — pisces

🫂 (ascendant) — virgo

(july 22nd)

🇨🇳 — rat

I'm a spiritualist and pacifist!! 🤍☮️

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My favourites!! 🤍

★ YOU WANT A PIZZA THE ACTIO- ★

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My favourite singer is Meanie Martinez, my favourite bands are Carson Coma, Corvina, Quimby. I also listen to The Stupendium, love their content. <33

I mostly listen pop, retro, electropop, indie and pop-rock.

My favourite films and series are...

Bicentennial Man

Supernova (2020)

The Electrical Life Of Louis Wain

After Yang

Spider-Verse trilogy (although the third film is still WIP (work in progress))

Zanox — Kockázatok és mellékhatások

Űrpiknik

Made in Hungária

A Pál utcai fiúk

Jumanji films

Bridget Jones films

Kingsman films

Alice In Wonderland/Alice Through The Looking Glass

Miraculous

Our Flag Means Death

Dead End: Paranormal Park

The Amazing Digital Circus

Heartstopper/Fülig beléd zúgtam

The Music Freaks

Danganronpa (only seen the 1st season)

BNHA/MHA (only seen the 1st season)

Ore Monogatari!! (My Love Story!!)

Moral Orel

My favourite actors are Robin Williams, Rhys Darby and Colin Firth. 😔✌🏽

Some games I'm interested in:

FNaF

Stardew Valley

Pony Town

DDLC

Baldi's Basics

Sims series

Paralives

Visual Novels (mostly otome and BL ones, like My Candy Love)

Papa Louie series

Fallen London

aaand many more!! <33

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Where to FIND ME 🔎

★ five nights at freddy's pizzeria ★

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I also write in Wattpad (mamorosmalna), I only have Hungarian stuff there.

If you want to check out MORE of my English posts, you can go on my Instagram (mamorosmalnarts), my Pinterest (takacstamii/takacstamcsii). Orrr Twitter (X ☠️). Oooorrr a looooot of sites actually.. 😬

Feel free to reply to my posts, and have questions, I gladly write answers to anyone. <3

Please respect my personal space and boundaries tho. (ofc) ::-)

I try to be as kind as possible to You guys!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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WARNINGS ⚠️

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Please DNI if you are homophobic, racist, pedophilic, a zoophile!! I don't tolerate these kind of people. ::-[

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Respect everyone, their opinions and their personal boundaries!!

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Gender identity, sexuality, names, pronouns info!! 🤓

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Names: Málna/Málnus/Raspy/Szabi, Tami/Tamcsi/Tammy (none of these are my real names!!) 🤍

I don't mind being called [my current username]! ^_^

Gender: cis female ♀️

Pronouns: she/her/hers ♪

Sexuality: asexual, heteroromantic 🖤🩶🤍💜

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Your daily message!! 💓

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I really really really love You all!! Have lovely day and take care!! Drink water, eat, and relax, You're doing absolutely great!! You deserve the best things!! Do what You love! <33

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[card-queen]

Story Craft: Primer

Welcome to my series on story craft where I break down my approach to storytelling on a basic level and help you get creating. I've read, watched, re-read and re-watched a lot of material: both fiction and how-to guides. After years of following bad advice, good advice I didn't understand and everything in between, I've come to realise that stories aren't the complex beast I first thought they were. They can be incredibly straight forward and in a series of posts I will make, I will show you what I've learned and hopefully it can help you too.

My posts on this series: Process & Structure Characters: The Basics Characters: Typing Characters: The Little Things Plot: The Basics Worldbuilding: The Basics

First, some general pointers...

The Problem With 'Conflict'

First off, I get it. When everything goes smoothly and no one argues then it can make for a 'too comfortable ride' with no drama. People are here for drama, excitement, angst, joy or whatever other strong feeling your story aims to capture. You can's really achieve those feelings without some kind of conflict. My issue is that too often conflict tends to mean: have the characters disagree about something and use that conflict to drive the story forward. Characters will suddenly lie or keep secrets just to have drama, characters will get possessive or start hammering on about something that was a minor issue earlier, just to have conflict. Conflict can, and does, come from a multitude of places, like situations and outside forces. A murder is conflict and the people tasked with solving it or moving on will often suffer from that conflict. I watched many adaptions of books where the characters were more companionable, working together and attacking different angles of a problems that were absolutely obliterated by the adaptation's need to force conflict between them. CAN said murder bring out negative traits in one of the characters to cause drama and conflict? Of course, sure, why not? But it doesn't have to. You can still have characters be themselves and work together without needing to shoehorn bitter feelings for drama's sake.

tl;dr Don't ruin characters or character dynamics just because some book told you to have 'conflict'. Conflict can come from many places, not just interpersonal disagreements.

Finding 'Character' In Everything

I'll go into greater depth about characters in the entries I make on them but what I want to go over here is treating other aspects of your story and world as if they are characters. My loose understanding of characters and how to get the most out of them (on a very basic level) is that characters often have three key sides to them: Story Function: what they do in the story World Function: what they do in the world Character Function: how they are perceived by others

Story Function is just what they do in the story, from a meta level -- a mentor figure, they betray the group at some point, they are the secret Princess thought to be dead, etc. etc.

World Function is what part they play in the world, usually a job or an aspect/attitude of society key to this world/country/Starbucks/etc.

Character Function is their personality, how we the audience are supposed to feel about them, how other characters are supposed to feel about them -- things that make them THEM.

That'll all be covered in greater detail in one of my character breakdowns but my advice is to think of other aspects of your world and story with this kind of mindset to bring out extra life and flavour. And if you find that all things are hitting on the same note, then maybe switch something up to create a different overall feeling.

If you have an invading country in your fantasy story, maybe think about them from these basic character points. Their story function is to conquer, invade and generally be a threat... but what role do they play on the world stage? Are they a barren wasteland with too many people and too little produce? Are they arcane masters who are governed to believe they are superior to everyone else? Are they desperate people just trying to survive and outrun a plague that is consuming their land and people? And what about their character function? How does the audience and other characters think about them? With fear and loathing for the wasteland they created? With awe and subservience at their knowledge and prowess? With pity and scorn, understanding their plight but feeling a measure of defensiveness?

By attacking big part players in your world (organisations, nations, religions, hidden treasure, etc.) as if they were characters, you can really create fertile ground for character dynamics, natural differences of opinion, how and where characters can differ, where lies can come about, etc.

tl;dr Think of some parts of your world or story as a character to bring out life in them.

Acceptable Stealing

There are no new ideas under the sun. You've heard it before and you'll hear it again. If you like something, you should take it... SORT OF. Plagiarism issues aside, chances are you don't like EVERY aspect of the thing you like. You like this character's arc or this killer moment in a story or how awe-inspiring and imposing this castle was. Basically, you liked how it made you feel.

If you like something, be it character, plotline, place or monster, take an analytical eye to what you like about it starting with how it made you feel. What did it make you think, feel, fear, etc. and how did it achieve that?

Once you narrow down what the feeling you get from that thing, you can take it and replace the details with things that achieve the same feeling but are more uniquely suited to you -- they may even do a better job!

Leaving Room For Magic

There's a lot of talk about planning versus just writing and I think there are times where one method is better and times when another is. Basically, do both. Know when you need to plan and plot things out and know when it's better to just start writing and see where things take you.

When writing, make sure you have a loose guideline or framework of things you want to hit and work towards so you aren't flying blind. Just going with the flow is great for stumbling upon twists, opportunities and great character moments, but always have an eye towards what even scene is supposed to lead to so that you don't end up rambling off course.

When planning, make sure that you leave enough room for magic. People that plan out too far or end up wanting to justify or elaborate on every little issue end up burying the joy that is storytelling. Keep in mind what your story is about and what feelings your scene is supposed to convey and calm down about the stuff that doesn't add or detract from those feelings. You cannot plan your way into perfection and have to let go and just let things play out sometimes. Remember, this is a fun task so don't try to micromanage every aspect.

That's all I've got for the basic stuff. I'll be more wordy and include way more examples and images when I get into the more detailed topics, so stay tuned!

[strobbylemonade]

explaining why this is poor design: new on left (light mode) and old on right (dark mode)

having tag thumbnails is quite ineffective when all tags have the same thumbnail

i don't know about other people but i personally prefer not to search by tag? i usually search by keyword because it gives me more varied content in my search. strange choice to prioritise tagging but lmk what other people think

"217 recent... 63K..." yeah this is sooo optimised for different browser sizes

when have follower counts for tags ever been important information that we need to know while navigating to a tag? on the website where "follower counts don't matter"??? this is useless information; i used to primarily use instagram, it was also useless there and mainly used to double check i didn't misspell anything.

the leading and vertical margins/padding are bad; not only makes the title and subtitles feel disconnected, but also makes it harder for your brain to distinguish between sections.

making everything larger makes it more cramped, and again, removes the spatial distinction between where one entry ends and the next one begins

props for making stuff more distinguishable for colourblind users and also easier to read from further away though. although uh some other website has done it better and... well... we'll get to that later

before we do, i had a search of what other people thought and stole this screenshot from @helpimstuckinafandom (ryuji image to stop the screenie from taking up too much space)

this is somehow WORSE - it's so cramped on the left side with so much empty space on the right, making it feel bloated and empty at the same time, the text in the different sections don't line up (they didn't used to either, i know), the enlarging of the icons reduces the negative space that was already lacking with my update, and somehow the bolded text of the search suggestions makes it feel even emptier compared to the cramped "tags" area. the good thing? less unnecessary information, like no tag follower counts, and no icons for recent searches.

alright. moving on, i sure do wonder where they got this idea for larger and bolder font choices from OH WAIT (roland image to stop it from being so damn large)

oh wait this actually looks pretty good though. so why does twitter's layout work? same reason why tumblr's old one was, frankly, pretty ugly but worked:

SPACING VS CLUTTER

there's no images for the tags / searches because there doesn't need to be! there's no information about follower counts because again, it's not important! notice their width is almost the same as tumblr's, but it still feels better because the content is smaller and the spacing appropriately allows your brain to digest things into smaller chunks.

it's also completely legible and comfortable to read no matter your browser size!!!!!!!!!!!! which tumblr fails to do! even when display names reach their character limits (see: PearlescentMoon) it's still completely legible and not confusing.

ok so if twitter's so good why do i hate it looking more like twitter? simple: brand identity. tumblr removing the stuff that makes it look like tumblr, is in fact, bad. having thick weighted, rounded fonts is not inherently bad. it's what twitter looks like, it's what apple looks like - they have a certain brand identity of legibility, professionalism, and cleanliness that they need to uphold. which is great. microsoft is straight edges and geometric shapes - utilitarian, functional, professional.

what i'm trying to say is this: if you want to keep branding tumblr as the stupid clown funny gay people ancient hellsite, then revel in the aesthetic. in the blatant html-ness of it all, it's unique, you can't get it anywhere else (you can but not on a site as popular). YES make it more accessible, YES make it more welcoming and easy to pick up and use for new users. you don't have to strip it of it's individuality to do so.

i was going to end it here but right before i hit post, i realised tumblr has a tumblr-looking, well spaced, organised and aesthetically pleasing suggestion-based navigation system already - right under the search bar. anyways. that's all. goodbye

[avidrawsthings]

was reinas name ever cleared up after the trip to the portrait vault?

Context here

TW: Slut-shaming, bullying, minor body horror

"Turns out that nearly getting killed by your tormentors was beneficial in proving your innocence."

Long post ahead as usual!

It was cleared a few weeks before the trip and right before the attack that left Reina in a coma. Small change from the previous post: Reina was actually present for this. The absent one was Merula, as she had stolen Reina's Crystal Wand and was trying to break it in an attempt to kill her (as those wands are linked to the owner's Soul).

Rowan and a few others had gotten to work gathering evidence to clear Reina's name. They've been keeping tabs on Emily and Merula by using Ismelda's Doll Magic to spy on them and record their conversations.

That's when they found out Emily used her connections with Rita Skeeter to get the woman to write a hit piece against Reina, hoping it would ruin her reputation beyond the school and drive her to leave it for good. The woman would stop by in a few days to speak with them directly.

Duncan offered to help as soon as Rowan informed him of what had been going on. Not that he'd admit it, but the current state Reina was in actually worried him. With help from Chiara, they were able to convince Reina to get some fresh air if only for just a moment.

Their eventual encounter with Emily and her squad was a complete coincidence. While Rowan intended to take their findings to the professors, she felt exposing Emily's lies in front of surrounding students would have a better impact. The following took place at the Clocktower Courtyard.

"If it isn't the school whore. Got bored of the Weasleys already? Scoping out the courtyard for other guys to sleep with?"

While Emily had been the one spreading all the nasty rumors, no one knew about her working with Merula. Given that the Slytherin's reputation is so negative, anyone that associates with her is met with distrust at best and hate at worst. Penny's own reputation took a hit earlier on since she openly sided with Merula after her fallout with Reina.

"We already know you started all of this, Tyler. Why don't you go ahead and tell everyone about your little collaboration with Snyde? Or would you rather have us do it?"

"I d-don't know what you're talking about! No one in their right mind would ever work with that snake!"

"Then why do you sound so nervous right now?"

Ismelda wasted no time in using one of her dolls to play back an earlier conversation Emily had with Merula, making sure it was loud and clear for everyone around them. With the alliance exposed, eyes were now on Emily.

Reina found herself starting to gain her energy back, and with it came the drive to finally speak out on everything she had to deal with.

"Let's get this out of the way. I've said it many times before, but maybe now that you've been exposed, they'll believe me this time around. The trips to the forest were because the source of the Sleepwalking Curse was there. It's so convenient for you that you forgot, considering you were one of the people we rescued from that place. Had I known this is what you'd do, I would've left you to the Acromantulas lurking around for their next meal."

"You-!"

"I know you started this because of a two-year-old grudge. You lost to me in a duel and then you got rejected by the same Bill Weasley you thought was far too beneath you. I'll never understand being such a bitter, miserable bitch like you."

"Y-yeah?! W-well, explain those trips to the Prefects' Bathroom, then! What could you possibly find there that's related to the vaults?! No one with a functioning brain cell would believe that!"

Duncan provided context for the trips to the Prefects' Bathroom, as well as his connection to Ricardo.

"They went there to talk to me, you absolute troglodyte! My friends and I investigated the vaults ourselves some years back. They were looking for ways to break this current curse, something you idiots had to go and make far more difficult than it needed to be. I doubt you have enough intelligence to understand that."

He even found himself defending his old best friend after Emily attempted to deflect by bringing up Ricardo and his supposed wrongdoings.

"He's many things, but dangerous and mad certainly aren't one of them. Reckless? Absolutely. Idiotic? Without a doubt. No matter how misguided his attempts may have been, he felt keeping Reina in the dark about the vaults would somehow keep her safe. If you buffoons are going to condemn him, do so for the things he's actually done, not what you think he did just because you didn't like him."

Reina would then explain her reasons for transferring to Hogwarts in the first place. She just wanted to be closer to Ricardo as at that point he still had 2 years of schooling left.

When they last met before he disappeared, Reina attributed the stress and worries he was feeling to his upcoming exams, as he was to take his O.W.L.s that year. Seeing the hostility against him is what prevented her from revealing she was his sister.

"Ricardo is my brother and I'm not ashamed of that. Never was and never will be. Based on everything I went through this year because of you fuckers, I know for a fact that those awful things people say about him aren't true. People will believe anything they hear and just go with it. So go on and say and think whatever you want. I'm not going to stop anytime soon, not when lives are on the line."

It was around this time that it began to click for some of the students that were listening in. Anyone willing to work with Merula immediately couldn't be trusted. Someone like Emily spreading such rumors made sense, especially given her track record of bullying those she saw beneath her. Eyes were on her and she knew it.

Disaster Strikes

Because of the way her powers worked, those around Reina sensed the sincerity and genuine emotions she projected with her words. Reina could sense the hatred against her finally starting to slowly fade, and with it, she felt a large weight being lifted from her shoulders.

In her rage, Emily would pull out her wand in an attempt to fight Reina. At this exact moment, Merula succeeded in breaking Reina's crystal wand.

It caused her entire body to lose its color, and cracks to appear, making her look like a cracked marble statue.

Reina fell into a coma at this moment. As far as everyone around them knew, Emily had just attempted to kill Reina in retaliation.

"What the bloody hell did you do to her, Tyler?!"

"W-what?! I didn't-!"

In a twist, this act is what cemented Reina's innocence in the eyes of most of the student body. While an actual investigation would be underway in regards to Reina's condition, Emily for a time would be under some scrutiny of her own thanks to her "failed murder attempt".

Merula was quite pleased with what she had done. Not only did she believe Reina was going to die for certain, but she also believed she got away with it as she was never caught. She didn't really care much about the strange mark that appeared on her chest after committing the act...

Unknown to everyone there, Rita Skeeter secretly arrived earlier than expected and witnessed everything while in her Animagus form. The story that unfolded was far better than what Emily had promised her.

[live-laugh-loverpool]

At the time I'm writing this, you just posted my recent request while I'm struggling with a damn headache and a runny nose.

What about Firmino being sick and Flaco taking care of him? No Ali this time (let's pretend he's somewhere else WITH VIRGIL 👀). That would be very nice. Maybe Flaco being very gentle and kind with my poor boy Bobby.

(can you make them peck at the end? Don't do that if you don't want to.) Beijos da sua brasileira

Hey, Ruby! Boy, what a win last night 😁 We needed that

Tags: @millythegoat, @moomin279 @rubybecker-rb2 @alissonbecksfan234

Of Broth and Text Messages

Firmino arose the day after the win against Wolves, looking forward to his day off. Even after a bad performance, Klopp always let the players have at least one day off to relax and recuperate—or, in the German’s grumbled, passive-aggressive FA-direceted vocabulary, “live like regular human beings”.

He tugged open his eye mask. Instinctively a hand flew up to shield his eyes from the bright sunshine bursting through the window. The sun always shone brightly through the bedroom windows in the morning, but usually Firmino wasn’t as bothered by it as he was today. But I usually wake up before the sun comes here…

Firmino rapidly sat upright, instantly regretting it. The rushed motion quickly made him realize how every inch of his head pounded and throbbed. Making sure to move his head more slowly this time, he checked the room for any of his teammates—only to find nobody there. Panicked, he grabbed the alarm clock and read it: 10:24 AM.

No wonder the room’s empty—I slept in! They must have all gone to breakfast without me. Firmino groaned, flopping back onto his pillow. He would get some breakfast later; not much, as he didn’t feel as hungry as usual. But first, he had to find some pain medication.

Trying to ignore the constant throbbing in his head, Firmino eased himself out of bed, searching his personal drawer for any pain medication. His search turned up empty as a wave of nausea hit him, forcing him to sit on the floor and ease himself against the hard bed frame. He didn’t have any energy, not even to climb back into bed or call for help.

The bright sunshine and clear skies, once so lovely, outside now mocked Firmino, who laid curled in a fetal position on the wooden floor. The room was quiet, nobody had passed by the bedroom yet and it seemed like nobody ever would. Hot tears stung at his eyes. His futile attempt to blink them back only made him feel even more pathetic.

*

Fabinho waved Elliott and Carvalho off as they left Kirkby for the day. Almost everybody was taking their day off as an opportunity to hang out with teammates or relax. They all loved Kirkby, but everybody agreed that some downtime away from the club was good for their individual and collective mental health.

Even Alisson, who didn’t like going out much, had plans for the day. He had managed to convince Van Dijk to “show him his impeccable fashion style”, as the goalkeeper had put it. Van Dijk had been so excited at the prospect, he’d dragged Alisson to his car before breakfast could even be served.

Fabinho, meanwhile, had plans of his own. He would take Firmino on a two-person fishing trip to Bickershaw Lake. He thought he remembered Mane having an issue with the place, but Fabinho hadn’t read anything negative about Bickershaw Lake online. He’d already dressed, packed the car and restocked the tack box and picnic basket. The only thing he needed now was for Firmino to wake up.

He frowned and checked his watch—10:32 AM. Firmino never slept past 10:30, not even after a late night game and party. Fabinho wished he could let Firmino sleep, but soon it would be midday and the sun would be too hot to fish. So Fabinho decided to wake Firmino himself.

"Bobby?" Fabinho opened the bedroom door. "Come on, you can't sleep the whole day."

He listened for an answer, but all he heard was a muffled whine. He peered into the room...only to find Firmino curled up on the floor in his pajamas.

Fabinho didn't waste any time asking questions. A strange instinct took control of his mind, hogging up the reins usually controlled by logic. The fact that the instinct screamed at him to pick up the smaller man and lay him in bed led Fabinho to assume that this was what an older brother's instinct felt like.

Wordlessly, Fabinho reached down to the floor and picked up Firmino. After shifting the weight in a way he felt secure about, he proceeded to carry Firmino to one of the single-person bedrooms they used when someone was infectiously sick.

Carrying Firmino offered Fabinho an opportunity to inspect him. Firmino's face felt warm all over even though he shivered in his sleep, and his face was hot and flushed. Upon further inspection, Fabinho noticed dried tear tracks on his cheekbones—a clear indicator that he'd cried himself to sleep.

Fabinho eased Firmino into bed, adjusting the pillows around his head. Firmino hadn't woken up at all during the walk to the bedroom, but he had stirred as Fabinho tucked him into bed.

Ay, coitadinho. Sick--and at such an important time as well. Fabinho pulled out his phone, scrolling through his Whatsapp. He considered calling Alisson for help, but then he thought better of it. Alisson rarely got a day off--and if he heard Firmino was sick, he would drop everything to return to Kirkby. Same with Klopp, so that ruled him out too. He needed somebody that wouldn’t completely freak out.

He got to the R section of his contacts, sighing as he didn’t find anybody. That’s when his finger landed on the first name on the S list. Sadio Mane.

Fabi: Sadio? Are you there?

Fabi: If you are, I need some advice. Bobby’s sick and I don’t know what’s wrong except that he has a fever and seems lethargic

Fabinho waited and waited for an answer. His phone didn’t buzz at all, though—so he set off on the task of making Firmino comfortable. He didn’t know what was wrong, but he did know that there was nothing a sweetened beverage couldn’t fix.

*

Fabinho pulled a face as he stirred chocolate syrup into Firmino’s favorite mug. Fabinho didn’t like chocolate very much, unlike Alisson and Firmino who could ingest surprising quantities of the stuff at a time. Firmino’s tastes in chocolate were particularly interesting, as he preferred whipped cream, green grapes and pumpkin spice on his hot chocolate.

He set the mug of hot chocolate onto the tray, which also had a bowl of broth in the middle. Firmino didn’t exactly like soup, but he did seem okay with broth, which would be easy to eat if he had a sore throat. Satisfied with his work, he picked up the tray and steeled himself for the walk back to the bedroom.

Halfway through, his phone buzzed, signaling that he’d received a message. Setting the tray on a nearby coffee table, Fabinho smiled upon reading that Mane had responded to him.

sm17: Oh no poor guy

sm17: With a fever and lethargy, it’s probably a common cold but you can never be too sure

sm17: Give him some safe fever medicine (preferably Tylenol)

Fabi: Yeah, not aspirin, we don’t want any complications

sm17: And make sure he gets plenty of rest and fluids. Call me if it gets more serious, okay? 

Fabi: Okay

sm17: Even if it doesn’t get more serious, stay in contact with me anyways. I miss you 🥺

Fabi: Moi ici 🥺 Hope you’re doing something fun today

sm17: Not exactly, Thomas dragged me and Manu to a steeplechase and he’s going crazy over the horses while Manu’s face is stuck in permanent death glare

Fabi: 🤣🤣🤣 Thomas sounds like a total nut

sm17: Yeah but I like him 😁

Fabi: I was going to take Bobby to Bickershaw Lake to fish

sm17: I strongly advise against that 😖 Trust me, I know what I’m talking about

Fabi: Why don’t you tell me what happened?

*

Fabinho spent the next hour chatting with Mane by Firmino’s bedside. He found the Tylenol in a cabinet inside the treatment room, locked away in a medicine cabinet, and placed the glass bottle on the bedside in advance. He was careful not to make any noise—the last thing he wanted to do was wake Firmino up from his sleep.

At long last, the Brazilian stirred. Slowly, slowly, his eyes flit open, dreamily unfocused until he found Fabinho.

“You came,” he whispered, as if he couldn’t believe it. “Fabi, you came.”

Firmino’s relieved yet surprised grin nearly broke Fabinho’s heart. “Are you kidding me? What makes you think I wouldn’t come?”

“I…I don’t know.” Firmino seemed genuinely confused as he eased himself into a sitting position. “I was in the bedroom and nobody was there. I was probably overthinking again.”

“Were you ever left alone when sick?” Fabinho lowered himself onto the side of the bed, absentmindedly stroking the other’s hand.

“I think so…when I was young, in Figuriense.” Firmino went straight for the mug. His tired eyes lit up slightly when he spotted all the details. “You remembered the green grapes, que doce.”

“There’s that smile!” Fabinho cheered. “How are you feeling?”

“Far better than before. The only problem is that my throat hurts and my headache didn’t go away, so…” Firmino winced, pointing to the open window. “Could you—”

“Oh, of course!” Fabinho closed the Venetian blinds with a single pull of a string, immediately returning to the bedside. “Feel like resting, or…do you wanna play checkers?”

Firmino smirked and rolled his eyes. “Fabi, you’re a million times better than me at checkers. Will you really kick a man when he’s down?”

“Clearly not! I’ll go easy on you today,” Fabinho reassured him, taking out the checkers set they kept in the room. “But when you get better, I am giving you checkers lessons.”

Firmino nodded from behind his whipped cream mustache. He’d demolished the hot chocolate, but the broth lay untouched. “I’m in…as long as we can have the hot chocolate.”

[scarfacemarston]

Each time i play Rdr2 i always try really hard to like Abigail but i just can’t for the life of me 😩 I can’t help but find her annoying but at the same time im literally afraid to express my feelings about her because i always get attacked and made out to be misogynistic which is bullshit. I like all the other women in the camp even Molly! but idk what it is about Abigail that people get so heated when i say i dislike her despite having a lot of valid reasons for my dislike. This is also coming from someone that played Rdr1 and i gotta say that she was a bit more likeable in the first game but still annoying. For the whole time i played Rdr1 i wanted John to have a relationship with Bonnie because i honestly think she would be such a better option for him than Abigail. I never understood why she is so mean towards John, if John would be awful towards her then i would understand completely why she was that way but whenever John interacts with her he is nothing but kind while she is just mean for no reason. Now i don’t know whether you like Abigail or not but im interested in reading your opinion about John and Bonnie and if you think they’d be better together.

Really? I'm known as one of the - if not the - largest Abigail fans in the fandom. Don't let this worry you at all because I'm against getting mad at people who don't like a character. Interesting, you say you get such a negative response because I receive so many hateful anons about me liking Abigail. Regardless, it doesn't give people the right to bully you.

Interesting you find her more likable in rdr 1, I thought she was kind of annoying in that game. She had her reasons, though. I have some meta here about Abigail and how she is if you're interested. It may provide a different perspective. At the end of the day, no one can make you like a character. No one. As long as you don't hate her for truly misogynistic reasons, then there's no harm done. If it truly is misogynistic, then yeah, that's an issue. I've roleplayed Abigail for years, and I am the first to say she has her problems. Every character does. I disagree strongly with how she hit John or some of the language she uses, for example. However, Minus the abuse there - which is huge - the other stuff is more minor. I don't like how she didn't acknowledge John's role in saving Jack as much, but I have a meta that addresses that, too. The epilogue Abigail was really out of character for me. I will never agree with her actions towards John in the Mr. Geddes situation. If your reasons are things like because she's a former sex worker or because she does nothing but nag (which, in itself, isn't necessarily misogynistic, but it depends on how it's written.) Things like "she trapped John into a marriage" and "she's using him" - stuff like that can be borderline misogyny, depending on how it's written. I say it usually is than it isn't myself. Other than that, it's stuff that she can't control that would make it misogynistic, too. I think we need to acknowledge that neither she nor John are perfect, and their relationship is not perfect. Some people like their characters and relationships, and some don't. I acknowledge that. Here are some posts I made you may be interested in. You may not agree with them, and that's ok! Abigail tropes

About Abigail and John's relationship Both Abigail and John have issues - also a call out of the fandom. I actually wrote about Bonnie and John here! I love them. I think both relationships could work. Some people put them as a throuple. It could be interesting. It's also funny that you bring up Molly because I hc they could have a kind of interesting friendship! Wrote about it here.

[blue-kyber]

Ok.

Looks like I'm in big trouble.

Being out of work for Covid hit me harder than I'd thought.

Work only paid me for the five days I was out to isolate. Not the extra 5 days I had to stay out due to still testing positive for the antigen test. I had to be out for a total of 14 days before I tested negative. Work wouldn't let me back until they got that negative test.

Considering I'm a server in a small hole-in-the-wall restaurant and I'm nose to nose with people, that's the requirement.

I've been very careful working in a restaurant to keep myself, my coworkers, and my customers safe. It took until June 14th for me to test positive for Covid for the first time.

Every single day since this began has been a major stress game of Russian Roulette with every person what walked through that door.

And then they scheduled me for only 3 days.

They only scheduled me for two days this upcoming week.

I've already begged them to give me more time. My manager said, "I'll try" which we all know means "Likely not" in restaurant business lingo.

My rent is due on the 15th in 3 days. I rent a room out of someone's apartment, and my rent is $1200/mo.

The person I rent from is out of touch with the world, and will likely try to evict me.

I have $388 in my bank account as of this moment in time.

There is no way in hell I can make $900 to cover rent, and give myself enough to put gas in the car and buy food until my next paycheck.

I'm also on Indeed and Glassdoor searching for a new or second job, because what they're doing to me is just stupid.

I was on the edge, but supporting myself just fine before I got Covid. :(

And my birthday is next Sunday.

SO.......

I'm pimping out my voice.

If you have a short story you would like to have narrated, an article, a kids book, a romance story, a short fan fiction, - whatever it is (just not porn) - let me know.

I have a professional setup at home, since I narrate audiobooks for Audible. The approval standards for ACX are high, so you can be guaranteed quality sound.

I have formal voice training in both singing and voice acting with industry renowned coaches like Julie Klewer, and Tony Oliver (Bang! Zoom! Ent. post production. usually deals with anime, but also other things.) I've done walla work for them before.

I have an acting background. I'm a trained actor and improvisational artist, and have been told I have a nice voice.

I will narrate your short story or poem or fan fiction, ect, engineer it, and deliver it in a WAV format or an MP3 format through Dropbox for large files.

I can add some music (I pay for an Epidemic Sound subscription to use their music on YT, but if you want to post that music on your channel, you'd need to get one.). But for your own use, go nuts. :)

My ACX profile has me at $100 - $200 per hour of finished audio (what you would hear in an audiobook.) So far I've only had royalty share gigs.

So, here's what I'm thinking - because narrating and engineering the audio takes time....

Poems: $15/each

Short stories up to 1000 words: $25

Short stories up to 5000 words: $50.

Added background music: $5 extra per track.

Here's a sample of what I sound like for the last audiobook I narrated and engineered:

And this is from a Star Wars Podcast I did where I am both the translator droid T4-ZO, and the background singer at Jabba's Palace. They gave me a Huttese dictionary and a backing track and told me to go nuts. The lyrics actually mean something. They translate to an actual song with verses and a chorus. I literally riffed the melody off the top of my head for a good 5 minutes. They used what they liked. If you can help, please, please send me an ask. Anons work, too.

If you can't, don't worry. It's ok. :) You can share this.

Thank you, guys.

You know I never ask for this. I can usually take care of myself. This is just a really, really, dire situation. :(

If you'd like, here's my paypal.

Thank you so much. ❤🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤🤍