#RIP doomscrolling

[13thpythagoras]

doomscrolling: passe, dreary, indicative of privilege and seeking the novelty of trauma

hopescrolling: based, woke, indicative of humility and seeking escape from trauma

[thatrandombystander]

Alright from now on I'm going to avoid doomscrolling and looking up news for things I can't impact at all. Let's focus on the things I can impact. I've found the name of a local homeless support volunteer group and I'll see if I can find their contact details.

[potatus-et-molassus]

I think Fitz (in general) has better coping mechanisms and a healthier lifestyle than Keefe. Fitz may not always have it together but he totally lifts and bakes to help himself self regulate. Keefe is the type of person to never have a consistent sleep schedule, forgets to eat meals if he has to make them himself, will stay up late into the night drawing and painting and get so into it he forgets to sleep. Has a hard time doing things even if he loves it. 

[autisticlancemcclain]

my dears. my loves. my stars in the skies. it is wip wednesday poll time. i am in this boring ass class for another like two fucking hours (why is it so hot in here and why are there no windows) so im gonna make it in that time. its been a while since ive put some of my favourite wips on the polls, so im gonna add those, but in the meantime -- what would yall like to see?? i will try to add it

[queer-sphere]

Coming back to Tumblr to spite meta products feels like moving back home with my childhood friends.

[desifugo]

rip thorfinn if you were a kid in 2024 you wouldve LOVED opium music and screaming about how it's rick owens whenever someone said you looked homeless

[dragonerd8224]

literally so bored rn

[anaalnathrakhs]

throwback to when my parents would cut out the internet at night. and i told them "hey can we not, this doesn't help me sleep it just makes me watch tv bored out of my mind or straight up bang my head on the walls". and they still did lmao because if the solution doesn't work then the problem should try harder to be solved maybe.

[mpathicoracle]

welp

downloaded all of my *own* tiktoks and moved them to my laptop for safe keeping

now I gotta download all my favorites videos

I have, like, 600+ saved sounds too, tempted to favorite a video from each so I can save the audios as well😭😭

[toonabby]

New Year resolutions

Get a driver's license (continuing from last year)

Exercise

Spend less time on the Internet (unless it's forum or decentralized sites like TV Tropes and Bluesky)

Spend more time on said forum/decentralized sites (and Threads) instead of leaving them vacant in favor of constant doomscrolling on Reddit

Stay out of drama unless it's important (or serious enough that can't be ignored, especially if said "drama" isn't actually a drama but a legit crime)

Stay out of more triggering topics like nonce behavior and sexual violation

Do weekly/monthly Pretty Cure watches on WatchCartoonsOnline, 9anime, or whatever other piracy sites that have this series because there is no way I'm spending a dollar on Crunchyroll

[mydayyy]

i saw people doing this on twt and wanted to do it as well lol :(

my eras tour surprise songs: metlife n3 💚 💛 💜 ❤️ nothing new 🩵 welcome to new york, clean 🖤 🩷 🩶 🤎 💙 🤍

[alaspoon]

having thoughts about the blorbo (she only exists in my head)

[littleaipoms-rebagel-carpentry]

Tumblr mobile regularly skips posts on my dash and yet i keep using it u_u

[dante-mightdie]

long awaited part three of lowselfesteem!reader and simon

part two

invisible clothes

that’s what you called them, the rags you don when you have to integrate with the general population but you would much rather not be noticed. clothing that is so bland that it isn’t nice enough catch an eye but not hideous enough to catch any negative attention

you had told simon about them once, when he called you out on wearing them every time you stepped out in public, including your dates with him. especially since he knew you had a very elaborate wardrobe with a tailored sense of style

clearly they aren’t invisible enough to hide you from johnny’s guilty eyes from across the store aisle. you sigh when he comes up to you, tapping your shoulder to get your attention. he shifts uncomfortably on his feet

“I know ye probably hate ma guts, lass but ye should ken that simon shut down all of that bet talk after your first date. Ah just bring et up to annoy ‘im.” johnny says, with a nervous chuckles at the end. you don’t laugh alongside him

“okay, fair enough. look, he’s miserable without ye! he comes to the pub just to get pished and mope about how he fucked it all up with ye.” johnny continues, a pleading look in his eyes, “he’s supposed to he coming by to drop off some things of yours tomorrow. just hear him out, please, lass.”

you roll your eyes at him, continuing to grab what you need from the shelves in front of you. not even bothering to look him in the eyes when you finally begin to speak

"why should I? why am I always expected to think of other people even when they hurt me? you and simon didn't think about me or my feelings when you made your stupid bet. neither of you stopped to consider that I was just a person who simply wanted to be left alone." you say with a scoff, "he'll be lucky if I don't slam the door in his face."

johnny shifts on his feet, looking down at the floor since he feels too uncomfortable to look directly at you, "fair enough. take care've yerself, hen."

you bite back tears as you watch him skulk off in the corner of your eye. you stand there for a few more minutes, staring at the stacked shelves in front of you to distract you from the war raging inside of your head

-

it's late at night, nearly midnight, when there's a knock at your door. you let out a sigh, already knowing who was disturbing your doomscrolling at this hour. and when you open the door, you see him. you’re brooding prick of an ex-boyfriend. he at least has the decency to look guilty, like a dog caught ripping up the couch cushions

except he wasn’t a dog, he was the love of your life. and your heart isn’t so easily replaced like a cushion. though he definitely treated it like somewhere to rest his head

“hey.”

you scoff, you’re not sure why. there isn’t anything inherently wrong with what he said but it still annoyed you. he annoyed you. with his stupid stormy eyes and his stupid jokes and freckled shoulders that you used to connect like dots late at night

“just give me my stuff and go, simon. don’t have time for this bullshit.”

he doesn’t flinch. he saw that hit coming, and sometimes you gotta let them swing at you especially when you know that you deserve much worse

the exchange is quick, a box with small memories passed over to you. a couple items of clothing, a book and some toiletries. before you can slam the door in his face, he jams his heavy boot into it

“wait… love, I… there’s somethin’ else. I never gave it to you but it’s yours. got it for you and I’ll never give it to anyone else.”

the glare you give him only falters when he places a small velvet box in your hand, he pauses the speech you can definitely feel coming on. looking at you expectantly to open it. you do, waiting for him to laugh at you when you find nothing in there. ridicule you for even thinking he would consider making you his wife

but all he does it look on solemn, the beautiful ring twinkling as a devastating reminder of what could have been

“I kno’ I ‘ave no right to ask. I wouldn’t insult you like tha’ lovie. you can hate me, I deserve it. but you don’t deserve it. I won’t let you hurt yourself over what I did. you deserve to know the real extent of how bad I fucked up. maybe it’ll help to look at tha’ ring and know that I’ll spend the rest of my life having to know I lost the woman who should be my wife.”

there’s no chance to respond, not like you’d know what to say anyway,

“I’m sorry.”

and then he’s gone.

[blondeaxolotl]

"I fear this one will take over my brain for a while" it's been like over 2 months and they're in my head worse than ever. My blog is now themed around them

their shipname is flojami usually from what ive seen!! AND YESSSS THEY MAKE FOR SUCH A FUN DYNAMIC,,, BASKETBOYS,,,, SNAKE + EEL,,,

Thank you Anon I immediately started doomscrolling their tag, I think this is like the second ship I immediately took a liking to in twst and I fear this one will take over my brain for a while 🙏🙏🙏

[dice-wizard]

Okay writers listen up

I'm gonna tell you about how I wrangled my shitbird brain into being a terrifying word-churning engine and have written over 170K words in under a year.

I wanna be clear that before unlocking this Secret Technique I was a victim of my unmedicated ADHD, able to start but never finish, able to ideate but not commit and I truly and firmly believed that I'd never write a novel and such a thing was simply outside of my reach.

Now I write (and read!!) every day. Every. Single. Day. Like some kind of scriptorial One Punch Man.

Step the First

Remove friction between yourself and writing.

I personally figured out how to comfortably write on my phone which meant I didn't have to struggle with the insurmountable task of opening my laptop.

I don't care if this means you write in a Discord server you set up for yourself, but fucking do it. Literally whatever makes you write!

(if you do write somewhere that isn't a word processor PLEASE back your work up regularly!)

Step the Second

Make that shit a habit. Write every day.

For me, I allow myself the grace that ANY progress on writing counts. One sentence? Legal. Five thousand furious hyperfixated words? Also legal.

Every day, make progress. Any progress.

I deleted Twitter from my phone and did my best to replace doomscrolling with writing. If I caught myself idly scrolling I'd close whatever I was looking at and open my draft and write one (1) sentence until I made THAT a habit, too.

Step Two-point-Five

DO NOT REWRITE. If you are creating a first draft, don't back up or restart. Continous forward motion. Second drafts and editors exist. Firsts are for ripping the fucking thing out of your brain.

If you're working on revisions after an editor or beta readers or whoever has given you feedback, then you can rewrite that's OK (and it counts as your writing for the day!)

Step the Third

Now that you've found a comfortable way to write and are doing it every day, don't stop. Keep doing it. Remember, just one sentence is all you need. You can always do more, but if one lousy sentence is all you can manage then you're still successfully writing.

Remember: this is what worked for me. Try things until you find what works for you.

You can do it. I believe in you.