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[corruptimles]

lunch

[insufferablemod]

the pinterest experience

[enden-k]

Huh? Did something happen?

-anon that proposed to Kaveh

when you hear the same overused comment for a year now, whenever you dont draw kvh or kvthm together for once but just hthm, all the time, ranging from jokes to tones that make you feel like theyre making fun of you and he and ur art is getting reduced to just his tits no matter if its art where theres no focus on it whatsoever context or perspective wise, your hthm art is just constantly "oh his booba so big :)" i think i can have a moment to go crazy for a bit.

[poirott]

this ^

Hello! Right? The editor is a mess, settings aren't user friendly, it takes 3 clicks to do the simplest tasks like uploading a gif or image from the harddrive. There's apparently a character limit for the caption area, there's not enough room for colorized text html because the code eats up too much space.

Gifs and images, once you upload them, are difficult to move around. Trying to "pull" and "push" a gif into a desired slot (left, right, top, bottom) has been so frustrating and far more difficult than such a task should be. It's like gifs are weighted down by rocks and won't slip into the correct slot. You have to re-do the order over and over again because they never appear in the slot they're supposed to. And sometimes the draft saves itself but other times it forgets the new steps you've made to the post and everything is lost again. You have to refresh the drafts page to see if the post is actually saved!

Then once you set up your gifs in the correct order, feeling like you've accomplished a Herculean task, and you re-edit text in the caption as a last tweak or something, ALL the gifs are in disarray for some reason and need to be re-arranged manually every single time you edit the text. It makes no sense. The code for the caption and the gifs shouldn't affect each other.

It takes me ages to post a simple photo set or a gif set with a caption. The code for the caption is long and overstuffed, further taking away room for colorized text that needs a lot more characters of code.

My temporary solution (that I'm still practicing through trial and error) is to get all the gifs/photos ready first, switch to html view and write the caption and color text as the very last step. This way, in theory, I only have to re-arrange every gif one more time, instead of several times, which is hard because it's my habit to tweak and re-tweak the text caption to my liking. Otherwise if I re-edit the text 10 times, the gifs are also messed up and in the wrong order 10 times. It still takes me several takes to re-arrange and edit because something always needs to be tweaked. It's like the new tumblr editor only saves the gifs/photos uploaded to a post, but not their order. The worst part is, it forgets I placed smaller 268px gifs side by side in a row, not in a column/top to bottom like one would large 540px gifs. Baffling.

The more stuff I find that's not working with the editor, the more frustrating sharing content becomes. Gif makers and other creators are gonna stop posting to tumblr if, on top of spending hours or days or WEEKS on gif sets (elaborate gif sets take a lot of time, energy and creativity), they also have to battle a stubborn, awkward editor that requires another 100 steps before the post is saved correctly for publishing!

Tumblr should have kept the legacy editor as a 2nd option for people who like the old version, and everything would have been fine. :(

[xxlordalexanderxx]

@rxnowned-vxmpire-hxnter cont:

[.:♔:.]The dragon lord leans forward, ridged brow arched quizzically, a brief moment as he huffs and haughtily turns his nose up, as if he was insulted. Who was this BLOND MAN and his chain doing here? “And I don’t recall ever having a human refer to me as simply a demon, though you are not far off, sir. I do have demonic properties about me but I’m primarily a dragon, if you please.” He was used to his height being commented on at this point, and found it more of a compliment if anything.

“What kind of knight are you? You’re rather under-dressed to be hunting dragons or whatever it is you are seeking. And might I add you are a rather meaty one, aren’t you~?"

[parameddic]

and then one day when he was, he didn’t know, 19, and living between the firehouse and his first apartment, she’d just shown up one day with her favourite tea (lapsang souchong), looseleaf, like they’d had plans. “Mum?” because they’d been going out, because Josh wanted to go somewhere (some boyfriend; he had not lasted longer than two months when the sex had started feeling too ‘real’; but he was TK’s roommate, at the time) and get high or find a club or – “We were kind of–”  “TK,” she had stopped on her way past, her fingers just touching the highpoint of his cheekbone, touch so so gentle.  He’d been getting so lost, there, at that point of his life. Hadn’t found which way was up for years. He thought she’d see the red-rimmed eyes or the track marks or the hollowed cheekbones or the way he needed it now, more than he was just having fun, and tell him she was ashamed.  Her hand drifted down to his jaw, then down his neck, onto his collarbone, over his heart. Strong heart, she had told him, once. Courage and courage and courage. The strongest heart she’d ever known.  “Let me have tea with you, OK? I miss you.”  “I live around the corner.” How could she miss him? How could anyone-?  “You’re my son.” With a little shake of her hand over his heart, as though to affirm it. Said like a promise. (God, even thinking of it now, some lump leapt into his throat, which he had to swallow down.) “I miss you everywhere you go. And you just finished a shift. C’mon.” 

TK was pulled easily into the kitchen, gravitating after her automatically, the promise that she had, the warmth of her. God he’d needed that warmth, right then. God he’d needed his mum. “That’s really sweet, mum, but I thought–”  “Do you remember the kitchen table? When you were little?”  She’d interrupted him on purpose, and TK … something twisted inside of him, flipped over so the other side faced up, some inalienable tug, and he came to sit at the breakfast bar, both elbows on the bar in front of him, “The one in Brooklyn?”  “With the leaky tap,” Mum agreed, with a smile and a laugh. TK remembered thinking, vitally, that he did not remember the last time he’d seen her laugh like that in the morning light, with the kettle on, in a kitchen. “And you’d always try to get up early.”  “I got up!”  “You went back down,” she told him, pulling a little sloth-shaped tea strainer out of her handbag - The Tea Strainer of TK’s childhood, not ‘a’ but the tea strainer - and navigating his kitchen like it was her own. It might as well have been. Josh didn’t cook, TK had set this place up all on his own, and he’d learned the set-up from his mum.  “Hey –TK,” Josh had trailed in after him –  “Are you joining us?” Mum had always invited everybody. He didn’t remember if she knew at this point that they were dating. It didn’t matter.  “No,” Josh blanched. “Thanks. I’m, um. I’m gonna head out, OK?”  “You’re leaving?” he’d half-startled out of that quiet peace, at that.  “Yeah.” Now, looking back at it, he wondered if maybe this had been the beginning of the end for that relationship. “Yeah, I gotta - I’ll see you later.”  And then it was just TK and his mum, and they drank tea at his kitchen table, and after that they baked cookies, and she hugged him so tight when she had to leave ‘cause she had an afternoon meeting and she told him to take care and “Be safe, OK?” and touched her hands briefly over his elbows, where the track marks were just starting to appear. He’d been bouncing his leg all morning. The itch didn’t go away.  It - the need - lessened, when she held onto him like that. He’d wondered about it then. Moreso, he had thought he was gonna find the liquor when she was gone, but he’d had that little flash of, maybe this could be enough. (The immense number of frustrating glimpses of a life that could have been lived if he’d just been better – TK would not wish addiction on anyone but he could not, either, explain to anyone who hadn’t lived it the way it was obvious how surviving worked, how it looked to put down the addiction, it was obvious it could be better sometimes he just – it just–).

hums hums hums hums. tk thinking about his mother is one of the softest kindest sweetest things wow. tk loves his mum with his whole heart. i could write these about owen as well but OH he loves his mother with his whole heart. tk is his mother's son

anyway if your muse ever wants to befriend tk the hard and fast rule is just ask him about his mother and care about the answer, he will melt

[mytyldotwav]

This thumbnail kinda looks like.... y'know....

[communistkenobi]

I feel like anyone who claims their political opponents are a cult is just doing tautology bullshit. “trans people are bad, cults are bad, trans people are a cult” like what is the use value of saying this aside from claiming your enemy sucks. that word has no descriptive power. like cults are real obviously but I’ve never gotten more insight into a group of people or understood a sociological phenomenon better by applying the word cult to them. It’s one of those things that feels like it has value to study in an academic capacity but the moment it enters general discourse it becomes completely meaningless

[nextsoundofthefuture]

hey if any of the nsotf chara playlist videos get 24+ youtube comments, i'll write my own analysis/interpretations of them and my intentions for each song (playlist link) 

[senseofmonachopsis]

Not every lesbian radical feminist is actually homosexual. This has been the case since the 1960s.

The general public doesn't know this.

They don't know about political lesbianism and compulsory heterosexuality theory, two aspects of radical feminism that some homosexual women (of past and present) wholly disagree with.

They just see a bunch of self-identified lesbians proudly declare that they are radical feminists and rage against men. They don't know a large portion of these radical feminists are/were heterosexual and (mainly) bisexual women that think they can choose to be a lesbian to stick it to the Patriarchy.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

billions twitter bingo experiences like [getting qrt'd like Thank You So Much from akd after the billions account rt'd my off the cuff acting praises] [various squares for Official Parties responding to fun niche remarks / Likes from the showrunners that have me like grabbing david levien by the shoulders like let's talk about winston] now also stamping the [it's the hours leading up to their probably winstonless series finale streaming premiere and i'm like "who tf dm'd me. oh the billions account" like well that's sure bold & brazen lol]

[deathxproof]

|| Post-Regen Susan Foreman 5 Open Starter || Susan Foreman couldn’t remember regenerating.  That wasn’t to say she didn’t remember the point leading up to it- the barely being able to make it to the threshold of her TARDIS. The way it felt, trying to inhibit something your body wanted to do. But when it finally happened, she wasn’t exactly conscious, anymore. 

Dying makes you completely forget to lock the door behind you, by the way. She fell right out of her TARDIS, right out of a grandfather clock, in broad daylight, tucked away in an alleyway.

The first thing of note was that Susan was waking up. The second was immediate, and pressing— This wasn’t her TARDIS. This was NOT her TARDIS. That was enough to make her sit straight up, and that motion was enough to make her instantly regret that action, head spinning, stomach woozy, her entire body dizzy all over as she flopped forward. 

“Tha’s not— Tell m-e—“

The third thing she noticed was that her hair felt much different against her face and back now. Much longer... Her voice was crackly, spinny in her panic. 

Oh. Oh. Right.

“This- isn’t where I was. Tell me where I am. Tell me where I am right- right-fucking-now. -Please.”

[khihi]

Is it wrong that from all the fan edits ever, this is the one i want them to see for real

u know what if u want to repost it anywhere i'm gonna give the all clear on this occasion bc it's so abrassive to watch i honestly think if it showed up on their feed they'd scroll past it so quick lmao

[overtake]

i don’t bother getting mad at twitter users who steal gifs from tumblr creators without credit because it’s just not worth the energy anymore, but if you act like a cunt when someone politely informs you that you should give credit? personally, i think you should be firebombed.

[julianrchandlerx]

setting: holiday paint & wine at blank slate, evening. featuring: julian chandler & open @lunarcovestarters

A contented sigh slipped past his lips as Julian slowly and deliberately walked the perimeter of the room. Ever present was his most charming smile as he stopped on the occasion to chat with or offer some assistance to a patron, making sure to give everyone in the room an equal amount of attention as the night went by. This was his element, the moment he best shined and where he’d felt at his most serene, standing there in an art studio surrounded by canvases and paints which he wanted more than anything to break into himself.

He knew it wasn’t as lucrative or perhaps impressive as his old job, but Julian really did love working at Blank Slate. He liked helping people discover new talents or hobbies, being asked about his craft, and he found more than anything he adored teaching people how to get from A to Z with any particular project. He felt a lot like Bob Ross up there, adopting that same soft spoken optimism as he walked a group of many levels of experience through a painting. In the back of his mind he began to wonder if maybe teaching art was his next big step in life, but he didn’t dwell too hard on that. He was too busy helping customers with some technique issues, and making friendly conversation with those that seemed more interested in the wine aspect and less the painting part of the night.

Seeing someone in particular who seemed to pause — perhaps because they were stumped, or possibly because they needed a quick break to sip their drink — the young man approached them with a broad, dimpled grin, pulling a stool up beside the other and hunkering down. Slapping one hand over a paint-smeared-jean-clad thigh, he leaned in to get a look at their surprisingly blank canvas a quick second before addressing them. “You know… staring at your canvas won’t make something magically appear on it. That would be great though — would totally make my life a hell of a lot easier,” he chuckled, a low soft rumble in his chest, before continuing, “Need some help? I find the best way to get started is to just take a big ol’ dollop of paint and just smear it right into the middle. First stroke to just get it out of your system, you know? Get the nervous wiggles out of the way. Or if you’d like I could demonstrate the painting again?”

[alexalbonbon]

the list i could make of annoying little max accounts on twitter who straight up steal gifs and repost them without credit. literally everyone and anyone who has ever made a max gif has fallen victim to them at least once