#and learned how to make user boxes

[stahr-critter]

femtanyl user boxes :3

[unpretty]

today was the day we finalized the migration of essential software at work from some old and busted shit that was ready to die at any time, to the new cloud version of the same software that we are no longer responsible for maintaining. which is good because no one was actually maintaining ours. it's just been slowly crufting into unusability for a decade. so anyway they set aside an hour for a teams meeting where they'd walk us through the different interface and how to go through normal processes.

"it's not that big a change," they said. "it's all the same stuff, it just looks a little different," they said.

they did not account for the fact that the primary user of this software is someone who doesn't actually know how it works or what it's doing. they learned how to do their job entirely through rote memorization. they know which buttons they are supposed to press in which order, and that is the full extent of what they know. they also did not account for the fact that this person's processes were learned thirdhand from other people who were not using this software normally to begin with.

it's like. imagine if someone had only ever used tumblr in the app. and you try to get them to use it in a desktop browser, but they cannot figure out how to post. and you go through explaining where the button is and how to format text and add tags, even though you could have sworn it was all the same in the app. but then they're like, "okay, but what's the phone number" and you're like "what" and they're like "the phone number to call to make a post?" and it turns out somehow they still had the ability to post by calling a phone number, and every time they posted on the app they called the post in first and then edited the audio post to transcribe it into text before screenshotting the text for a photo post. and nothing you can say to them will make them understand that none of that is necessary or correct. they shouldn't have even been able to do some of that. they can just type into the post box now, like a civilized person. "okay," they say, "but what is the phone number, though? because when i made my account my friend gave me this checklist and the first thing on it is to call the number."

so anyway we were on that teams call for almost three hours and they still don't have a handle on the new software

[ahh-fxck]

Also please remember that Linux is NOT ACTUALLY A SOLUTION for most individuals. The amount of programming knowledge it requires is prohibitive. For many folks the refusal to switch to Linux isn't a case of laziness, it is an issue of *accessibility.*

I talked about the problem of Windows system requirements being too damn high before, and how the windows 10 to 11 jump is especially bad. Like the end of Windows 10 is coming october 2025, and it will be a massive problem. And this article gives us some concrete numbers for how many computers that can't update from win10 to 11.

And it's 240 million. damn. “If these were all folded laptops, stacked one on top of another, they would make a pile 600 km taller than the moon.” the tech analysis company quoted in the article explains.

So many functioning computers that will be wasted. And it's all because people don't wanna switch to a Linux distro with sane system requirements and instead buy a new computer.

Like if you own one of these 240 million windows 10 computers, Just be an environmentally responsible non-wasteful person and switch that computer to Linux instead of just scrapping it because Microsoft says it's not good enough.

[wiishopwednesday]

longing for something you can never return to

[ID: a collection of images relating to nostalgia. the first image is a genius screenshot of the lyrics to car seat headrest's "famous prophets (stars)." the screenshot reads "We gotta go back/We gotta go back/We gotta go back/We gotta go back." the second image is the "we got the torture labyrinth tomorrow" meme template, edited to instead say "We got missing what we can never return to tomorrow/What?/We got the beginning of the rest of our lives tomorrow/Ohhhh/Okay." the third image is a discord screenshot, with the user's username and icon cropped out so that only the text is visible, and reads "Duuudeee you missed out on those 7 days where god created earth you are fucked LOL." the fourth image is a screenshot of a piece of text, which reads in bolder font "You can never leave home." underneath it, in normal text, it reads "You take it with you no matter where you go. Home is between your teeth, under your fingernails, in the hair follicles, in your smile, in the ride of your hips, in the passage of your breasts." the fifth image is a screenshot of a post made by tumblr user ryebreadgf, which reads "YOU CAN NEVER GO BACK! YOU CAN NEVER GO BACK! YOU CAN BITE AND SCRATCH AND BEG BUT YOU CAN NEVER GO BACK!" the sixth image is a screenshot of a piece of text that reads, "YOU KILL YOURSELF AND IMMEDIATELY WAKE UP AS A CHILD ON YOUR PARENTS BED. YOU'VE BEEN ASLEEP FOR HALF AN HOUR. THE SUN IS SHINING." the seventh image is a picture of two uneven dark yellow boxed next to each other on a off-white background. the first box reads, in handwriting, "I'm terrified of change." the second box reads, "I'm terrified of staying this way forever." the eighth image is a screenshot of a post made by tumblr user dakotajohnsongf, which reads "women be looking at pictures of their childhood selves and trying to find a way back to them." the ninth image is a screenshot of a post made by tumblr user bestofgentleearth, containing a screenshot from a forum of some kind. a line of text reads "(16 hours ago) butterfly said:" underneath, an indented section of text reads "today, the world looked beautiful again. i'm starting to remember what kept me alive last summer." the tenth image is another tumblr post by user cursedsuggestion, which reads "the friend you miss comes home for good. you never see another mirror. it's summer forever and that terrible thought you keep having finally disappears." the eleventh image is a screenshot of a reddit post, with the original poster's username and icon cropped out so only the text is visible. it reads "I'm not sure how to word this, but I constantly go through this deep sense of loss. I feel like I terribly miss something I love from the bottom of my heart, but I don't know what it is, exactly. Nothing in life satisfies me, nothing makes me content, but l wouldn't say I'm depressed either. There's just this endless search for something, and at times I feel I can catch a glimpse of it - different sceneries pop into my head at times, like of a particular beach at night, and I'm moved to tears. Or I remember a dream and all the feelings that were stirring while I saw that dream, and feel entirely connected to them." the twelfth image is a screenshot of a tumblr post, but the original poster is cropped out so only the text is visible, which reads "wait i wasn't ready. i never finished that game of tag. i still need to learn how to do a cartwheel. my friends and i never finished making that bridge over the creek. i want to go back. can you carry me to bed one last time? and maybe i'll wake up tomorrow in my childhood room with my pink walls and we'll laugh over this dream at breakfast." the thirteenth image is another tumblr screenshot of a post by user heavensghost, which reads "uhhh yh sure u can go back but no one will be waiting for you there."

the fourteenth image is a screenshot of a reddit comment, with the user's information cropped out so that only the text is visible, which reads "HIRAETH (heer-eye-th) 'A deep homesickness; an intense form of longing or nostalgia for a place long gone, or even an unaccountable homesickness for a place you have never visited. A pull on the heart that conveys a distinct feeling of missing something irretrievably lost.'" the fifteenth image is a collection of 3 rows of black boxes, with 3 boxes in each row. the first box has a white, vague form of a human. the second box pictures the human form stretching its arms and legs out. from the third box onward, the human figure starts to dissipate into white dots until it has completely disappeared and only dots remain. the sixteenth image is a tumblr post by user n1ntendos, which reads "I AM HAUNTED BY A PAST I CANNOT GO BACK TO !!!!!!! anyways." the seventeenth image is a screenshot of text that reads "I cling to everything - CDs that skip, rings that turn my fingers green, the dead ends of my hair, old love notes that turn my stomach over and over. And I'm not proud but there are still boxes under my bed. And I'm not proud but my closet is still running out of space. And nostalgia is a fucking waste of time but my heart is full with it. Tell me I won't hold this forever. Tell me there will be a day where I let gloriously go." the eighteenth image is an image of larger text that reads "It's a summer day, and I want to be wanted more than anything else in the world." the nineteenth image is a photograph of a large white dog standing in a dark, flowing river surrounded by a dark forest and green trees. the dog is facing away from the viewer with its mouth open. the dog appears to be glowing, likely due to a lens flare of some kind. the entire picture feels very melancholy and nostalgic. the twentieth image is larger text that reads "Nostalgia is the aching realization that you can't go back again. The longing, no matter how intense, can never be met." the twenty-first image is a screenshot of an instagram dm, with the user's username and icon cropped out so that only the text is visible, and it reads "well the time passes anyway so I have to." the twenty-second image is a screenshot of the spotify lyrics for gerard way's song "action cat." the lyrics read "Hey/Do you miss me?/'Cause I miss you/Do you miss me?/'Cause I miss you/Do you miss me?/'Cause I miss you/Do you miss me?/'Cause I miss you too." the twenty-third image is a screenshot of text that reads "YOUR CHILDHOOD DOG IS ALIVE. YOUR DEAD BEST FRIEND WANTS TO GET COFFEE. YOU HAVE BEEN KIND AND GOOD. THERE IS NOTHING CHASING YOU. YOU CAN SLEEP. WHAT DO YOU DO?" the twenty-fourth image is a continuation of the lyrics from car seat headrest's "famous prophets (stars)" that were pictured in the first image. these lyrics read "We've gotta go back/We've gotta go back/We've gotta go back/(Don't spend too much time on it)." end ID.]

[prismit]

speaking of browser mods, has anyone made an extension that lets you block and report bots more easily? i know it already doesn't take that long, but with how ridiculously often we have to do it, it really adds up lmao

[pussyisg0d]

photographer!vi headcanons

sfw & nsfw

note: hi ive never done this before. writing these i have like a chubby!user (reader?? idfk) in mind since that’s basically me! its not directly mentioned though

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sfw (slightly suggestive)

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photographer!vi who has to constantly buy new sd cards cause all she does is take photos of you

photographer!vi who begs you to pose for her when you dress up all nice

photographer!vi who tells you how pretty you are and how you’re doing so good for her, just to get you to smile while posing

photographer!vi who’s camera roll is just photos of you with the occasional meme, landscape photo, or workout photo

photographer!vi who lets you take photos of her sometimes (specifically her back tattoo)

photographer!vi who takes mirror selfies with her camera after just working out (definitely transfers them to her phone just to show you)

photographer!vi who’s job is to photograph events that she ends up bringing you to just to show you off (and show off her amazing camera skills to you)

photographer!vi who sometimes does portrait photography

photographer!vi who makes it known she has a girlfriend whenever one of the women she’s photographing tries to flirt with her

photographer!vi who will teach you how to use a camera and get extremely good photos (if you dont know how already)

photographer!vi who occasionally will record videos of you and her’s everyday life (like a little mini movie)

photographer!vi who will move you like a doll so you’re posed how she wants you to be

photographer!vi who has a portfolio dedicated to you…..and other parts of you.

photographer!vi who will literally cry if you buy her a new camera, one she’s been wanting for years

photographer!vi who will buy a polaroid camera just so she can have a polaroid of you in her phone case

photographer!vi who will constantly compliment your looks. “you’re so pretty today baby.” “you look gorgeous in this lighting.”

photographer!vi who tests all new camera techniques she learns by taking photos of you

photographer!vi who pretends to be paparazzi when you model the new clothes you got

photographer!vi who, when the time comes, will be super critical and specific on how the wedding photographer should take the photos

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nsfw

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photographer!vi who will straddle you and lift your shirt to take a photo of your tits

photographer!vi who sometimes makes you pose naked for her

photographer!vi who will get so worked up she almost drops her camera

photographer!vi who has an album in her camera roll dedicated to your boobs

photographer!vi who will take photos of her strap buried inside you. “hold still baby…”

photographer!vi who tells you what a perfect photo your blissed out expression would make. “think it’d be a nice one for the collection? yeah?”

photographer!vi who buys a tripod so she can set the camera to take photos while she eats you out

photographer!vi who uses that exact tripod to record you two having sex, making you look in the lense. “look forward. wanna be able to see your pretty face.”

photographer!vi who will rewatch the videos while getting herself off

photographer!vi who will have you hold the camera, recording while you ride her

photographer!vi who will show you the sextapes, much to your embarrassment. “c’mon you don’t wanna see how deep i was?”

photographer!vi who sets the camera in front of you while she has you bent over so she can capture all the faces you make as she thrusts into you

photographer!vi who begs you to dress in pretty lingerie for photos

photographer!vi who will rip off the lingerie 5 minutes later

photographer!vi who will give you a box full of provocative photos of her for your birthday

photographer!vi who smushes your boobs together for a photo

photographer!vi who takes a mirror selfie with you bent over the bathroom counter as she pounds into you

photographer!vi who praises you during sex just like she does when she takes your photos

photographer!vi who’s surprised to see you using what she taught you to photograph her abs whenever they tense as she thrusts up into you

photographer!vi who after your wedding makes sure to record the whole bedroom session. from beginning to end.

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lowkey got lazy here in the end but anyways teehee i love vi

©natssillygirlfriend ©pussyisg0d

[dioslesbianwife]

Hi hi hi!!! I love your work and everything you write for the Jojo fandom!! Thank you for feeding the fans!!

May I request the Joestars reacting to a read who’s practically like a “Stand Whisperer”? In the sense that the reader can interact with stands as if they were independent from their users and constantly dotes or cares for them (i.e comforting them, sneaking them treats, saying how good they did in a fight, etc.). And this in turn means that any stand near them just suddenly goes docile cuz of the shear aura of “This guy’s cool they treat me more of person than a weapon this one’s the homey right here”.

So how would the Joestars react to a “Stand Whisperer” reader? As a neat little bonus, if they have a stand of their own, the reader dotes on their stand as well as their stand just soaks in the affection.

Have fun writing!!!!

hihihi thank you!! i joined the fandom not long ago so it's my honor, thank you for requesting and i hope u enjoy (also just pretend jonathan had a stand in phantom blood for this lol)

Jonathan Joestar

Has no idea what you’re doing at first.

“Er… you’re… speaking to the spirit behind my fists?”

Jonathan’s too polite to call you weird, but he’s confused and charmed.

He watches you brush off Phantom Blood-era Stand residue like you’re grooming a horse. “What a good boy,” you coo.

After a fight, you pat his shoulder and then gently pet over where his Stand appears.

His Stand (which isn’t canon but let’s say it’s big and knightly) bows to you.

Jonathan immediately tries doing the same: “Thank you for your service, Sir Stand.”

He ends up learning to communicate with it better thanks to your influence.

Joseph Joestar

Loses it. He thinks it’s hilarious.

“Are you telling me you give treats to Hermit Purple?!”

You: “I knitted him tiny gloves so he doesn’t scrape his little vine hands.”

Joseph, tearing up from laughing: “You’re insane. You’re perfect. Marry me.”

Tries to play it cool, but when he sees Hermit Purple sweetly curling around your arm like a sleepy snake he’s like “Wait wait hold on- he never does that for me!”

Lowkey jealous, but also amazed.

If a Stand goes wild in battle, you walk over and talk to it calmly and suddenly it stops raging. Joseph calls you the Stand Whisperer from then on.

Jotaro Kujo

Stares blankly as you offer Star Platinum a snack.

“...He doesn’t eat.”

You: “Not with that attitude.”

Star Platinum likes you immediately. He follows you around like a guard dog.

Jotaro pretends not to care but has definitely noticed Star Platinum seems happier around you.

One time you praise Star Platinum after a fight (“You were so fast, good job baby��), and Jotaro’s ear twitched.

“Tch… don’t baby him.”

But then Star Platinum gently pats your head and Jotaro blushes like crazy.

Eventually you catch Jotaro mumbling praise to Star Platinum after watching you do it. “...You were good too. Whatever.”

Josuke Higashikata

Thinks it’s the cutest and coolest thing ever.

“You gave Crazy Diamond a juice box?! HE LOVES IT!!”

He’s absolutely the type to try and train Crazy Diamond to do tricks with you.

You: “Shake.”

Crazy Diamond: shakes your hand so hard your wrist nearly explodes.

Josuke: “HE DID HIS BEST THOUGH!!”

Crazy Diamond absolutely glows when you praise him. Like literal sparkles.

Josuke loves that you treat his Stand like a person- it makes him feel more connected to it too.

Your ability to calm enemy Stands blows his mind. You turned one rampaging Stand into a purring blob. “You’re a Stand god.”

Giorno Giovanna

Immediately intrigued.

You talk to Gold Experience like it’s a precious creature and Giorno can’t stop watching.

“...You see them like independent lifeforms.”

Gold Experience leans into your touch, offers you flower petals, and Giorno is stunned.

“He likes you.”

Giorno is used to his Stand being feared. You’re the first person who croons “aww, did baby heal someone today? You’re so talented!”

You hand-feed Gold Experience a jellybean once and Giorno’s like “...”

“Would you… care to speak to the frog, too?”

He lowkey wonders if your Stand-whispering is a subconscious Stand ability of its own.

Proudly shows you off to everyone. “This is my partner. Stands adore them. I adore them. Let’s move on.”

Jolyne Cujoh

Thought you were being sarcastic at first.

“You’re really petting Stone Free like a cat right now?”

You: “She did great. Look at those fast lil punches.”

Stone Free, curling a thread heart above you: 💙

Jolyne: “...okay that’s actually really cute.”

She gets so soft when you baby her Stand. It makes her feel loved by proxy.

“She’s strong, but she deserves gentleness too,” you say. And Jolyne gets heart eyes.

Sometimes you and Stone Free sit and make bracelets together while Jolyne reads a magazine. Domestic.

Enemy Stands that try to jump her? You stare at them and they instantly lower their fists. Jolyne cackles: “Damn, you’re better than security.”

Johnny Joestar

A little intimidated by how quickly Tusk warms up to you.

You: “You’ve got strong little fingers, huh?”

Tusk ACT4 curls up like a sleepy ferret in your arms.

Johnny, in awe: “He… never lets people touch him like that.”

Slowly realizes that you’re not just being nice- you see Stands as people. And it means a lot to him.

He’s used to thinking Stands are violent extensions of their users. You treat them like sweet, misunderstood animals.

One day he catches you humming to Tusk and crying a little, saying “I bet it’s hard having to fight all the time, huh baby?”

Johnny stares. And realizes he might be in love.

“You’re not just the Stand Whisperer. You’re the… Heart Whisperer.”

You: “That was cheesy.”

Johnny: “Shut up and pet the Stand.”

Josuke Higashikata (Gappy)

Soft stunned. Scared. Grateful. All of it.

“You’re talking to Soft & Wet… like he’s a kid?”

You: “He is a kid. My squishy little bubble prince.”

Soft & Wet emits soft sparkles and nudges you like a cat.

Josuke is overwhelmed.

“He’s… never been this affectionate. He likes you.”

Whenever you’re around, Soft & Wet floats next to your head like a balloon.

Can’t believe you made him a scarf. FOR HIS STAND.

“You think he gets cold?”

“No, but he deserves to feel cozy.”

Gappy has no words. Only heart eyes.

Starts talking to his Stand more himself, because of you.

Jodio Joestar

Thinks it’s hilarious. Tries to act like he doesn’t care.

“You’re giving November Rain a pat on the head?”

But you see how he watches you with that stunned face when November Rain blushes (???).

You: “Good job today. Big strong rain cloud.”

Jodio: “I’m so sorry, did you just baby talk my Stand?”

But he’s actually very touched. He loves that you make Stands feel human.

Once caught you tucking November Rain in with a tiny blanket after a fight.

“You’re so weird… keep doing that. He likes it.”

If any Stand user gets aggressive, you go “Shhh. It’s okay. No one’s mad.” And the enemy Stand instantly lies down like a sad dog.

Jodio: “You’re crazy. I love it.”

[lunar-wandering]

literally. when i joined tumblr when i was like, 14, i had no goddamn clue how this site worked. i didn't understand reblogs, and i couldn't figure out how to tag my posts correctly so all my tags got jumbled together "kindalikethis".

but i saw that i could leave replies on people's posts. so, i'd search the name of my fave show/things i liked, and when i saw a post that was neat, i liked and replied to it. and, usually, got replies back (usually from the op). i had whole conversations in the replies of posts. i'd usually follow the poster soon afterwards, and after i noticed the ask box, began to send asks as well.

within a month, despite initially not knowing how to reblog or how the site really worked, i'd made about 10 friends, and had a dash constantly covered in new posts that i enjoyed. around this point i really figured out how reblogs and tags worked, and i was off to the races, dragging in more followers and friends.

all of this, without an algorithm. i never needed one. and neither does any new user.

it might feel disheartening to get not as many responses at first, or for your dash to feel quiet, but you just got to keep trying + learning. don't just give up immediately when your post only gets one note or you go 30 minutes without seeing anything new on your dash. if you wanna have a good time on this site, you gotta make an effort to adapt to it.

[dragonnarrative-writes]

Generative AI Is Bad For Your Creative Brain

In the wake of early announcing that their blog will no longer be posting fanfiction, I wanted to offer a different perspective than the ones I’ve been seeing in the argument against the use of AI in fandom spaces. Often, I’m seeing the arguments that the use of generative AI or Large Language Models (LLMs) make creative expression more accessible. Certainly, putting a prompt into a chat box and refining the output as desired is faster than writing a 5000 word fanfiction or learning to draw digitally or traditionally. But I would argue that the use of chat bots and generative AI actually limits - and ultimately reduces - one’s ability to enjoy creativity.

Creativity, defined by the Cambridge Advanced Learner’s Dictionary & Thesaurus, is the ability to produce or use original and unusual ideas. By definition, the use of generative AI discourages the brain from engaging with thoughts creatively. ChatGPT, character bots, and other generative AI products have to be trained on already existing text. In order to produce something “usable,” LLMs analyzes patterns within text to organize information into what the computer has been trained to identify as “desirable” outputs. These outputs are not always accurate due to the fact that computers don’t “think” the way that human brains do. They don’t create. They take the most common and refined data points and combine them according to predetermined templates to assemble a product. In the case of chat bots that are fed writing samples from authors, the product is not original - it’s a mishmash of the writings that were fed into the system.

Dialectical Behavioral Therapy (DBT) is a therapy modality developed by Marsha M. Linehan based on the understanding that growth comes when we accept that we are doing our best and we can work to better ourselves further. Within this modality, a few core concepts are explored, but for this argument I want to focus on Mindfulness and Emotion Regulation. Mindfulness, put simply, is awareness of the information our senses are telling us about the present moment. Emotion regulation is our ability to identify, understand, validate, and control our reaction to the emotions that result from changes in our environment. One of the skills taught within emotion regulation is Building Mastery - putting forth effort into an activity or skill in order to experience the pleasure that comes with seeing the fruits of your labor. These are by no means the only mechanisms of growth or skill development, however, I believe that mindfulness, emotion regulation, and building mastery are a large part of the core of creativity. When someone uses generative AI to imitate fanfiction, roleplay, fanart, etc., the core experience of creative expression is undermined.

Creating engages the body. As a writer who uses pen and paper as well as word processors while drafting, I had to learn how my body best engages with my process. The ideal pen and paper, the fact that I need glasses to work on my computer, the height of the table all factor into how I create. I don’t use audio recordings or transcriptions because that’s not a skill I’ve cultivated, but other authors use those tools as a way to assist their creative process. I can’t speak with any authority to the experience of visual artists, but my understanding is that the feedback and feel of their physical tools, the programs they use, and many other factors are not just part of how they learned their craft, they are essential to their art.

Generative AI invites users to bypass mindfully engaging with the physical act of creating. Part of becoming a person who creates from the vision in one’s head is the physical act of practicing. How did I learn to write? By sitting down and making myself write, over and over, word after word. I had to learn the rhythms of my body, and to listen when pain tells me to stop. I do not consider myself a visual artist - I have not put in the hours to learn to consistently combine line and color and form to show the world the idea in my head.

But I could.

Learning a new skill is possible. But one must be able to regulate one’s unpleasant emotions to be able to get there. The emotion that gets in the way of most people starting their creative journey is anxiety. Instead of a focus on “fear,” I like to define this emotion as “unpleasant anticipation.” In Atlas of the Heart, Brene Brown identifies anxiety as both a trait (a long term characteristic) and a state (a temporary condition). That is, we can be naturally predisposed to be impacted by anxiety, and experience unpleasant anticipation in response to an event. And the action drive associated with anxiety is to avoid the unpleasant stimulus.

Starting a new project, developing a new skill, and leaning into a creative endevor can inspire and cause people to react to anxiety. There is an unpleasant anticipation of things not turning out exactly correctly, of being judged negatively, of being unnoticed or even ignored. There is a lot less anxiety to be had in submitting a prompt to a machine than to look at a blank page and possibly make what could be a mistake. Unfortunately, the more something is avoided, the more anxiety is generated when it comes up again. Using generative AI doesn’t encourage starting a new project and learning a new skill - in fact, it makes the prospect more distressing to the mind, and encourages further avoidance of developing a personal creative process.

One of the best ways to reduce anxiety about a task, according to DBT, is for a person to do that task. Opposite action is a method of reducing the intensity of an emotion by going against its action urge. The action urge of anxiety is to avoid, and so opposite action encourages someone to approach the thing they are anxious about. This doesn’t mean that everyone who has anxiety about creating should make themselves write a 50k word fanfiction as their first project. But in order to reduce anxiety about dealing with a blank page, one must face and engage with a blank page. Even a single sentence fragment, two lines intersecting, an unintentional drop of ink means the page is no longer blank. If those are still difficult to approach a prompt, tutorial, or guided exercise can be used to reinforce the understanding that a blank page can be changed, slowly but surely by your own hand.

(As an aside, I would discourage the use of AI prompt generators - these often use prompts that were already created by a real person without credit. Prompt blogs and posts exist right here on tumblr, as well as imagines and headcannons that people often label “free to a good home.” These prompts can also often be specific to fandom, style, mood, etc., if you’re looking for something specific.)

In the current social media and content consumption culture, it’s easy to feel like the first attempt should be a perfect final product. But creating isn’t just about the final product. It’s about the process. Bo Burnam’s Inside is phenomenal, but I think the outtakes are just as important. We didn’t get That Funny Feeling and How the World Works and All Eyes on Me because Bo Burnham woke up and decided to write songs in the same day. We got them because he’s been been developing and honing his craft, as well as learning about himself as a person and artist, since he was a teenager. Building mastery in any skill takes time, and it’s often slow.

Slow is an important word, when it comes to creating. The fact that skill takes time to develop and a final piece of art takes time regardless of skill is it’s own source of anxiety. Compared to @sentientcave, who writes about 2k words per day, I’m very slow. And for all the time it takes me, my writing isn’t perfect - I find typos after posting and sometimes my phrasing is awkward. But my writing is better than it was, and my confidence is much higher. I can sit and write for longer and longer periods, my projects are more diverse, I’m sharing them with people, even before the final edits are done. And I only learned how to do this because I took the time to push through the discomfort of not being as fast or as skilled as I want to be in order to learn what works for me and what doesn’t.

Building mastery - getting better at a skill over time so that you can see your own progress - isn’t just about getting better. It’s about feeling better about your abilities. Confidence, excitement, and pride are important emotions to associate with our own actions. It teaches us that we are capable of making ourselves feel better by engaging with our creativity, a confidence that can be generalized to other activities.

Generative AI doesn’t encourage its users to try new things, to make mistakes, and to see what works. It doesn’t reward new accomplishments to encourage the building of new skills by connecting to old ones. The reward centers of the brain have nothing to respond to to associate with the action of the user. There is a short term input-reward pathway, but it’s only associated with using the AI prompter. It’s designed to encourage the user to come back over and over again, not develop the skill to think and create for themselves.

I don’t know that anyone will change their minds after reading this. It’s imperfect, and I’ve summarized concepts that can take months or years to learn. But I can say that I learned something from the process of writing it. I see some of the flaws, and I can see how my essay writing has changed over the years. This might have been faster to plug into AI as a prompt, but I can see how much more confidence I have in my own voice and opinions. And that’s not something chatGPT can ever replicate.

[cloveroctobers]

THE BEST THAT I HAVE. | Bo Chow (Sinners) — summer prompts

A/N: idk should I keep offering my little percentage of feeding Bo’s tag? This is only happening because I came across a prompt and thought about a specific part that I included in the other thing I wrote about him. Not necessarily connected but still works as if it is. Also heard this song that fit the late night summer vibe so that really put a stamp on it. Not anything big but with summer prompts I like to be a little more soft hearted lol.

S/N: I’ve officially seen sinners (only) twice now and I’ve definitely missed out on a lot the first round lol—which happens! I appreciate this film even more and need some merch now 🤍

PROMPTS ARE FROM @urfriendlywriter since I can’t find the exact post but thankfully I jotted down which user I got this from & I’m using: when they wear tank-tops while doing manly labor and you're just there admiring the sight. + going out to get ice-cream at 2 am (this has got to be a love language)

<- read my previous summer anthology prompt here.

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“You alright over there, doll?” Bo’s voice holds humor in it as he steps down from the wooden ladder, empty box held underneath his bare muscular arm.

You’re on the outside aisle in front of the pear jam and canned plums in heavy syrup, crouched down as you hold a clipboard on your knee, blinking rapidly to bring yourself out of a daze.

That daze being Bo Chow’s arms in that tank top, with a light sweat patch around the neckline.

He hops off the last two steps of the ladder with a grunt, using his wrist to wipe any droplets of sweat from his forehead away as he continued on, “You’re lookin’ like you might just pass out. And I got a feelin’ it might be the sight of me.”

He’s half teasing, letting you know that he’s seen your stolen glances the moment he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it towards the back hallway. He’s even wiggling his brows at you while you huff and get up to your feet.

“Please. If anything’s gonna damage my eye sight and send me to the ground, it’ll be the smell of your musty underarms, and these dust bunnies hiding in the air vents.” You sass, making Bo chuckle as he peeks upwards at the ceiling fan that was squeaking and shaking about.

He fixed that thing over five times with the help of his soon to be father-in-law, Jian, who worked down at the laundry mat. He was the number one Mr. Fix-It, managing to repair lots of dryers to save money and because he got the run around from certain clear colored repairmen. Bo was convinced that this fan was on its way out and considered turning it off completely, even if you gave him a hard time about it.

It wasn’t the only fan in here anyway.

You move towards the opposite end of the store which the said fan stood on its own on the floor, blocking the air that cooled you from behind as your own shirt stuck to the skin of your back. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you peeled one eye open to see that Bo also moved to stand behind the register, checking the shelves underneath it.

“Shouldn’t your fiancée be here anyway?” You’re not necessarily prying since you were the one who offered to help once you got word that Bo was having a late night to do inventory.

Bo pops back up from behind the register laughing to himself, “Can’t get that woman to do anything after midnight but to chat about wedding dresses, do her skincare routine, party, or tell me how I’ve gotten on her nerves at some point during the day.” He begins flipping through some pages peering up as if thinking about it then finishes, “I’ve learned my lesson messing with her sleep.”

You tried not to think too much about that, considering Grace just recently started working on the other side and across the street of the grocery store.

“So you have your best friend here instead…it all worked out in the end.” You smirk.

Bo laughter lines appear while he grins, “Yeah you can say that,” he tosses whatever booklet he was browsing back underneath the register, “Plus you’re the ultimate night owl here. You’re mostly alive in the night time and live for the graveyard shift madness.”

That much was true yet that didn’t stop you from rolling your eyes. You’re not passing much judgment by any means, since everyone operated differently at certain times of the day and had many things to consider in times like these. The fact of the matter is, you didn’t mind helping, even if it meant sweeping built up dust, with your face starting to itch and couldn’t stop sneezing for a solid five minutes, or almost getting bit by a spider—spending time with Bo was no crime.

Bo notices your quietness and adds, “You can go on and take that cot in the back if you need the rest. Dawn isn’t for a few more hours but if you need to, go right ahead. Or should I follow through with my promise to your momma and bring you on home myself?”

“I just may,” you shrug being in tune with your body to see what type of energy you had left, “If you decide to stick me with those leaky freezers again.”

A grin tugged at his lips as he glanced the wall for the time. Bo definitely tended to get bossy once he was truly locked in. Granted it was just the two of you so of course the work would need to be put in. If Bo needed the extra hands, it would be like pulling teeth for him to ask any other family members…although Bo & Co. Delta Grocery & Market has been in his family’s hands for a while (under different names) Bo Chow was really the type of man who was particular and liked to do things himself.

The only good thing about the freezers was getting blessed with the cool air but that seemed to vanish the harder you worked, pulling what you could to take count and check expiration dates.

There had to be some bruises on your backside from constantly holding the freezer open with it or rather getting smacked with it, since you couldn’t really figure out the mechanism that would hold the door open for you. Until Bo did the honors, his hands messed with the screws so quickly, tempted to lock you in the freezer for jokes once you had to almost climb inside to reach the top, foot slipping from the condensation on the glass of the door while you let all the cold air out. Since the freezer was left open that meant the defrosting process happened thanks to no AC.

And twisting up your ankles on the damp floor was a sight to see.

“Damn doll and here I thought you were doing a new dance.” Bo teased, already behind you with a mop.

Bo speaks, “Nah, I’m callin’ time. We’ve done enough and I think we should reward ourselves don’t you?”

“Meaning?”

Bo exhales with his hands resting on his hips, “Well…Double Chin Harry’s been closed ‘round ten. Our only option for now is Milkshakes at Pepper’s Diner. The ice cream here doesn’t hold a candle to what we really want and I ain’t ashamed to say it.”

A crooked grin plays on your lips then, “I can’t believe my ears right now. Are you actually giving credit to another establishment, Mr. Perfectionist?”

Bo pulls a cigarette from his pocket to tug behind his ear, “‘Course I am. This is a community after all and it’s okay to say what’s lacking in your own business. If Double Chin Harry’s worked with a packaging distributor, I’d get them in here in a heartbeat and hope I get some sorta discount since we’re their favorite customers.”

He winks while you scoff stepping over to place the clipboard down on the counter.

“Well, remind me to write Double Chin Harry a thank you card, since they’re the only reason I’m about to get a milkshake with Bo Chow and not his fiancée.”

Bo clicks his tongue at you with a shake of his head.

Soon the both of you make it around the corner and up the street to Pepper’s which always sits right on the corner, brightly lit and facing the back road. Before your hand can even touch the handle, Bo beats you, yanking the door back and playfully rolling his hand about.

“After you madam.”

You snicker, lightly punching at his chest, “Why thank you, Pally.”

Leading the way into the diner, with the bells above your head signaling your arrival, you’re welcomed with the blast of chilled air that almost makes you hunch your shoulders at its brisk greeting compared to the muggy Mississippi heat, and the stench of burnt coffee, syrup, and grease.

You pick a booth somewhere in the middle, thankful that you wore pants for this occasion while you picked up a menu, eyes already skimming the words. Your ears perk up as you hear Bo greet one of the waitresses but don’t move your eyes from the dessert section. 

Bo sits across from you, hands immediately going to the jukebox tabletop, which you whack away with the menu. “Now what was that for?”

“We talked about this. No hoggin’ the radio.”

Bo puffs out a breath, “You’re acting as if I don’t have impeccable taste.”

You tilt your head to the side, “There’s only so much Skip James, Mildred Bailey, and Duke Elllington you can play.”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” He grinned, resting an arm along the back of the booth. “You’re welcome for that experience.”

You’re shaking your head at him but the smile is dead giveaway.

It’s Bo’s turn to tilt his head at you, eyes flicking back from you and the menu after fiddling with the jukebox for a little. “There ain’t no point studying the menu so hard when we’ve been here enough. We both know exactly what you want.”

You give him a look.

“No pouting.” He wags his finger at you before dropping it to knock against the menu to the beat of the music.

You tighten your stare, “I don’t pout!”

Bo smirks, “That’s what you think but I know you too well to know what a pout is and you certainly do. It’s adorable though sweetheart, so it’s fine.”

A waitress arrives before you could tear him a new one. She’s one of the ones you’re familiar with, salt and pepper curls always neatly pinned back into a bun, tall as billboards, and gap in between her two front teeth.

Bo sends her a charming smile, “Hey there, Ms. Lynette, right on time as always! We’ll do the strawberry milkshake with extra whip for the lady and a vanilla malt with the caramel syrup mixed in for myself.”

Ms. Lynette winks at the two of you, knowing not to ask if anything else was needed but still says, “Comin’ right up. I’ll be back with some water to tune down the sweetness if needed. If anything else comes to mind, be sure to holler.”

“Thank you, Ms. Lynette.” You smile as she sends you one right back.

Bo gives her a two finger salute, “Will do.”

You lean forward, pressing your chin on top of your hand as you squint over at the dark haired man across from you, “One of these days I’m just gon’ surprise you with my order and you won’t know what to do.”

Bo quirks up a brow, also leaning forward, resting his fingertips on the edge of the table, “Today ain’t one of them days, doll.”

Always matching your energy, you can’t help but to laugh, almost flinging yourself back against the seat of the booth. At Pepper’s the selection was limited compared to Double Chin Harry’s where there were many varieties and a routine. It was your thing to try every flavor together and Double Chin Harry’s had over a hundred and swapped them out during the seasons. Even when winter came along, you and Bo were his number one customers.

Outside the streets were still and quiet, with only the streetlights and moon being the main source of light. Even the neon sign of the diner buzzed like it was half-asleep. Inside, the hum of the AC and faint clanks from the kitchen filled the comfortable silence between you.

“So,” you start, taking your time for your eyes to meet Bo’s dark ones, “Less than a month huh?”

Bo reached up to awkwardly scratch the back of his neck, “Yeah…it’s comin’ up fast. End of September, right when the weather is bearable to be outdoors for longer. A change. Kinda poetic…at least that’s what Grace’s mama says.”

You hum, “Grace get to pick the date?”

“We were told a date,” Bo informs, “Yet Grace got to do the invitations. You know she’s real crafty and gets a kick out of shit like that. Had to put her foot down with that one.”

You can only imagine. You remembered being a in a wedding a few years back (a whole bridesmaid) for your old childhood neighbor who used to live here in the Delta until she met that Lawyer who was here on business and he swept her away to Alabama.

They have triplets now.

Yet it felt like a wedding close to hell if anyone asked you.

Bo’s eyes drop to his hands now, “This ain’t how I imagined a wedding, y’know? In someone else’s hands. Smoke said it’s all about being sure in your love and showin’ up. But families talk, make the decisions, things get knotted if you don’t agree hell—maybe it’ll all be fine.”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you’re unsure what to say. You’ve seen them together, see that there’s love there and sure anyone should be nervous or a little…since your life has to change once you’re planning to spend forever with someone you deeply love.

Could it really be that deep if someone had to tell you how your relationship should be instead of just feeling it?

Ms. Lynette placed a pitcher of cool water down on the table followed by two plastic cups.

Then she leaves you to be.

You make quick work of downing the water, not realizing how much you needed it.

His eyes catch yours in the way that it makes your stomach tighten, “You know you’ll always be part of my world, don’t cha?” he said, gently. “I’ll give you the best that I have…and then some.”

Bo meant those words, this you knew.

Which is why you’re deeply exhaling, “…That’ll change the minute y’all say, ‘I do.’”

Bo doesn’t reply right away, choosing to let his eyes burn into your skin. Somewhere inside Bo already knew this moment would be the last of what you were before.

The milkshakes arrive not long after, Ms. Lynette still read the room, realizing that she didn’t need to say a thing but offered a polite smile and tap on the table in understanding, before retreating back behind the counter to chat with the only other customer in here.

A man named Ernest who tragically lost his family in a house fire right after New Year’s Day. For years he had a drinking problem but it seems since then he’s been cutting back on the booze, chews tobacco, and increased his caffeine intake instead.

Wrapping your fingers around the stem of the glass, you bring it closer to you, leaning forward to place your lips around the stripped straw. You’re hit with the perfect balance of sweet and creamy for this summer’s night.

Bo also quietly takes his spoon, dipping it into the glass to stir as your attention turns back to the window which brings you back to another day, ways from August, back in spring, and a painfully bright memory.

It was just touching mid-spring the day you met Grace Quon.

You’re walking along the sidewalk, bouquet lounging against your forearm, sunlight bouncing off the colorful petals just right. The SmokeStack twins requested a bouquet full of roses and lillies to be sent over to Mary’s mother’s residence for her birthday from your family’s flower shop.

On your way out from the shop you made a promise that you would deliver them after stopping by the market. You honestly didn’t plan to stop at Bo’s since there was a market—more of a run in and out type of market—closer to Mrs. Connie’s but he had been outside rearranging the strawberries and blackberries in a crate out front.

He caught sight of you from his peripheral, strand of dark hair hanging over his forehead, “Now I know I’m seein’ things. You, a creature of the night out and about before noon?”

His hands clasp down on your shoulders, lightly shaking them about that you’re tempted to whack him with the flowers…if they weren’t for someone else.

“Special delivery for Mary’s mama, Mrs. Connie,” you smile brushing his strand of hair back against the top of his head, “Momma also sent me for snap peas, rice, and beets. So don’t get used to me in the daylight.”

Bo steps back playfully raising his hands in surrender before letting his gaze eye you up and down before settling back on your face, “The sunlight looks mighty nice on you, doll. You should let it happen more often…but any time I get to see you is a good view.”

A soft smile appears on your face before you can even think to roll your eyes or let out a scoff.

“Who’s this?” Her voice cuts through, as she takes her spot right next to Bo.

Grace had emerged from the other side, the side catered to the whites. She had perfect posture, lipstick untouched by the heat, a knowing look in her eyes that hardened once fully settled on you.

Bo blinked once towards Grace and then back to you, “Hey, honey. This is uh,” he says your name, “A good friend of mine. Been a long time friend since I was a boy.”

There’s a polite smile on your face as you shifted the weight of the bouquet in your arms to hold out your hand, “Nice to meet you…Grace right? Bo’s bride to be.”

Grace looks at the flowers and then your hand, taking her time to place her’s in yours, “Mhm but just Grace is fine. I’ve heard about you, you work night shifts at that hotel.”

It wasn’t fully rude but it wasn’t innocent either, the way her hand slid into yours pinching at your fingertips instead of letting her full palm touch yours. It was as quick of a shake as you can imagine.

“Yes at the Willow Dune,” you answered smoothly, “Just good enough to have somethin’ in my pocket. My old man isn’t pleased but I do alright.”

Grace hums turning her gaze to fix Bo’s collar, “Working hard keeps you out of trouble doesn’t it?” It wasn’t really a question as she slides her hand down the length of Bo’s arm before looping her wrist around his, a move so casual it couldn’t be called possessive—yet it was, “Keeps you out of trouble,” she repeats, before softening her tone, “and focused on your responsibilities.”

Bo quietly catches on, clearing his throat to send Grace a warning look as she side eyed him before settling them back on yours. She doesn’t even bother to offer a faux smile.

“Right,” you trail off awkwardly glancing towards the market, “I won’t keep y’all. Just gonna grab a few things and get these babies delivered. See ya, Bo. And…it was great to finally meet you, Grace.”

Was it though?

Grace says nothing and you don’t wait for more. Her gaze stays on you like a hawk while Bo watches her now—reading her with fresh eyes, recognizing something he hadn’t before.

This was bold.

This was territorial.

By the time you push into the market, the sharp eyes of Grace Quon is still on your back but so was the sun.

You move around the store with ease, grateful for the brief shield of walls and glass—even with the front doors cracked just enough to let in the spring air…the couple on the outside share hushed words of their own that start to rise.

You ignore it.

Back inside Pepper’s, the spluttering of the coffee maker starting up was enough to pull you back into the present.

Bo was watching you with the same look—quiet, and careful, like he wasn’t sure what happens next.

Sliding the glass back and forth between your hands for moment, you stop and offer a smile.

A real one.

Even if it hurt, this was your time.

It was best to make the most of it.

“Just promise me one thing,” you said softly, clammy hands cooling from the sweat of the glass, “Don’t you sing your vows.”

Bo furrowed his brows so deeply that one would have thought you insulted his entire being, “I may not be skilled in that department, but I get by! My lady might even like it.”

Although that would be off the cob…who knows? Grace might be into it.

“Mm,” you can’t help but to smirk around the straw in between your lips, “If that’s y’all thing then who am I?”

Bo’s leaning in again even if it’s only a bit, “Who told you I was even thinkin’ about that? Annie?”

You didn’t answer, just smiled at him with your eyes.

That same kind of smile that used to make him weak in the knees once upon a time.

It should’ve felt like any other summer night.

To some, it appeared to be.

Then Bo reached across the table, gently pulling your hand away from the glass and toward the center. He rests his veiny warm hand right on top of yours, just staring at them for a moment.

Studying your hands as if he’s trying to pick the right fruit.

You don’t move.

The ache could wait.

The milkshakes and late hours were also in your grasp with a shared silence that said a lot of things.

Perhaps?

That is what was best.

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Continue with my summer anthology prompts here.

[kenobers]

Jason Todd Headcanons

just a few thoughts that help inform the way i write this doof. it's linked below as well, but check out jason's spotify wrapped if you have a minute! ;-)

Samsung User

Jason says he likes his coffee dark, but secretly orders flavored lattes (see that one Hozier photo)

Puts cinnamon in his coffee grounds

He may have good taste in books, but he's got shit taste in movies

Loves a few basic safe picks - Fight Club, Pulp Fiction, things you might expect from someone like him

But his "Watch Again" list is all cheesy action movies and wacky comedies. Mark Wahlberg appears a little too often.

Doesn’t watch a lot of television, but sometimes likes to fall asleep to Family Guy or South Park

Has one ear piercing he got on a dare, done by either one of his brothers or one of the Outlaws

Good gift giver, but only wraps things in newspaper

Really terrible about remembering to take his medication

To the point that Dick and Tim got him one of those every day of the week pill boxes as a joke - but it's actually been incredibly helpful

Is a regular at his neighborhood corner store

To the point where the guys at the counter don’t even card him anymore

He's the type of man to sleep till noon, 1:30 on Sundays

If he's sharing a bed, he will snuggle up to you in his sleep

Snores

Unfortunately uses 3-in-1 shampoo/conditioner/body wash

Has an high tolerance for weed, which annoys the hell out of him because he enjoys a joint but does not fuck with edibles

Every time he tries an edible, he stares at himself in the mirror for three hours and Does Not like it

Drunk Yapper

Beer Drinker

Doesn't always know his own strength

Not in the accidentally-break-someone's-arm type of way, but definitely in the sometimes-closes-the-door-too-hard-and-goes-"whoopsie daises!" type of way

Thankfully, he's become a pretty great handy man

Despite being a certified Car Guy, he did die at 15 and as a consequence is lowkey still learning how to drive a non-military grade car (in other words, he's a shit driver) (but it's okay, he sticks to the motorcycle and public transportation)

He's not a hugger, but he is a leaner

Thrifts all of his clothes

Prefers to get his books from local indie/second-hand/new & used bookstores

But still has a Barnes & Nobles membership card

His bookshelf is not organized what-so-ever; it's started to operate as more of a gun rack while his books get stacked underneath his bed (he tells himself that this will make him get through his To Be Read list faster)

His top played song of last year was “Kiss Me Through The Phone” by Soulja Boy

His music taste can be divided into three primary playlists; East Coast Rap, Metal, Ear Worms

Is the family expert on the Gotham underground music scene

He isn’t big on social media at all, but he has a Twitter with like 15 followers he uses to keep an eye on whoever

(and also to keep up with music and book updates)

He’s occasionally very funny on it. But just occasionally.

Just Online enough to know who Trisha Paytas is, not Online enough to know who ClubChalamet is

He got his GED once he joined the family again

and yes, they threw him a little party to celebrate

Has the BatChat on silent, but still checks it regularly

Terrible texter; you’ll either hear back from him immediately or in three weeks time

“srry didn’t see this”

(he did see this, he just got anxiety about it)

Has a lot of anxiety about smalls things like that

Especially when it comes to the Bat Family

He’s not always sure where he stands with everyone - if they like him, trust him, want him there

Paranoid that they’re nosy because they secretly think he’s going to go rogue again

Has to constantly remind himself that they’re just nosy the same way that he’s nosy - because this is literally a family of detectives

[midnight1nk]

PRESENTING:

THE OFFICIAL SILENCE OF THE CATS BINGO CARD

Welcome home, Karen, to the perfect family....

💥

[BOX EXPLANATIONS + EMPTY CARD TEMPLATE + CARD MARKER UNDER CUT]

BOX EXPLANATIONS (+ CREDITS)

Boxes will be read from left to right, top to bottom. This bingo was put together by the SMG4 Tumblr community, hosted by yours truly. All credits will be given to the corresponding users who sent in suggestions:

The Deal — me, the real theorists on YT

It has been theorized that whatever Karen's about to stumble into her home, it'll be treated like a hostage situation where WPNZ may make a deal: allow him into her family, and the safety of her kids would be assured.

Prisoner WPNZ — me, @34saveme34

By the end of the movie, if WPNZ is defeated, he will be sent to jail.

"...I don't think they'd make a whole model for a guy who they're gonna kill off immediately after showing what he looks like!" — nicc

Epic Fight — @craftyjellyfishcat and literally everyone

The ultimate showdown between two skilled assassins is bound to happen! As we say in the animation industry: they raised the "budget"!

Angst — me

With a mini-arc like this one, it's gotta happen. No doubt about it. I mean, the whole "4 was knocked unconscious" really got a lot of us.

"Bedridden" SMG4 — the fans concerned for 4's condition

This box is for the following umbrella terms that fall under this general category: unconscious 4, bedridden/healing 4, coma 4, goop!4. This must have at least ONE scene of 4 resting for it to count.

Merch — /34saveme34

Obviously, we gotta have some banger merch! (...we'll see ourselves out)

Cosmic Link — @gay-smg3-au (+ image credits)

Since 4 was knocked unconscious, fans have speculated that 3, either would feel 4's physical pain and/or would be the one helping 4 recover from his injuries, through the cosmic link they share.

"Ah f*ck it. This will probably not happen, but 3 and 4 use their meme guardian powers!" — gay-smg3-au

[image given by same user, which btw thanks a lot dude! how can I NOT use it :) ]

Disarm — @runrabitrunrunrun

If the confrontation between the Karen's family and WPNZ turns sideways, it's possible that at least one of the kids would hold a weapon

"Karen will need to disarm one of her kids." — runrabitrunrunrun

OR a different interpretation would be that someone, more so one of the kids, could lose an arm in the crossfire. (Like child, like father, I suppose)

SMG4 Team-Up — /34saveme34, @bowlolol, Team 4 from shadow teaser poll

It would be possible that Karen will not fight alone against Mr. WPNZ alone, so SMG4 will be the one accompanying her.

"should definitely include a 4 doesn't get better (enough) suddenly to fight by Karen." — nicc

When the shadow teaser dropped, some fans have speculated that the person would be 4. A while back, I did an investigative poll to see who people think it was. So naturally, this box is for TEAM 4

Run From the Past — me,

Karen trying to avoid any mention of her past, either from WPNZ or toward her kids.

Backstory Flashback — @change-name-later, @makojd

A big part of this mini-arc was discovering more of Karen's history, her relationship with Hitman Inc. and Mr. WPNZ. The movie would likely focus on this.

"Some sort of "tragic" backstory from MR. WPNZ's perspective." — rae

Mario Team-Up — /makojd, Team Mario from shadow teaser poll

Similar to "SMG4 Team-Up", other fans have speculated that Mario, instead of 4, would be the one joining Karen in the fight

perhaps believing that Mario was the one feeling guilty of what he has done and decided to do the right thing.

This option is reserved for the people who voted for Mario to be the person who the shadow belonged to in the teaser.

Crew Team-Up — @/anon

Karen is going to try and save her kids on her own. But later learns to accept help from either one of or the whole Smg4 crew. (Stares directly at potential Smg3 being the shadow theory) — anon

Essentially, the Crew would help out Karen in the fight. This excludes 3, 4, and Mario due to their boxes already placed on the bingo

Hitman Inc. — me, /34saveme34

Though it wasn't explicit, Hitman Inc. played a big role in the mini-arc narrative and as part of Karen's character. It's possible that it is mention or even have an appearance.

"[After the fight] ...WPNZ gets collected by the org." [same reasoning as "Prisoner WPNZ"] — nicc

Katie — me, @katherinepaxton, and the real theorists on YT

Fans have speculated that WPNZ would favor Katie from her brothers due to how similar she is to Karen, seeing potential in her.

If WPNZ's plan doesn't go the way he wants to, it's also guessed that WPNZ might kidnap Katie and raise her to become an excellent assassin.

"...what if Katie shoot Mr. WPNZ with a gun in order to protect her family if he tried to hurt them or defend herself and her family by holding a gun with hesitation?" — katherinepaxton

Different Game — /34saveme34

"maybe another game appearing, like how minecraft did before? Fortnite custody battle could be REAL………….." — nicc

finally, Fortnite custody battle could be real......

SMG3 Team-Up — me, Team 3 from shadow teaser poll, and literally everyone

Similar to "4/Mario Team-up", it is speculated that 3 would be the one joining Karen, coming full circle from the remark he did about her being a terrible parent to helping her.

Likely due to what happened to 4.

This option is for the people in Team 3, him being the person that the shadow belongs to in the teaser

Previous Villain Mention — /34saveme34, @/anon, the people theorizing that Marty/Puzzles will at least make an appearance

"something shared with my stupid bingo, a Puzzles mention would be a funny addition." — nicc

"Marty is referenced or perhaps even appears...." — anon

True Family — me, /makojd, @theo-doodle-draw

Perhaps, in the ultimate choice, it'll be up to the kids who each of them side with in this "custody battle", Karen or WPNZ.

"The kids turn against WPNZ/protect their mom." — theo

"Kids choose between Karen or WPNZ" — makojd

Job Offer — me, @/anon

In the beginning of the mini-arc, "Hobo Mario", it was seen that Karen was having financial difficulties, trying to keep up with expenses and getting rejected from job applications.

Some have speculated that WPNZ may have been the mastermind behind it in order for Karen to accept his financial support for the family.

Others believe that by the end, 3 may offer a job to her since it's one of the few other places she hasn't applied yet, and 3 has countless times said that he needs to hire more staff to help around the cafe. Which, in turn, will make Karen and her kids more relevant to the Crew in the future of the show.

"Smg3 offers Karen a job at his cafe." — anon

It Takes One to Know One — me, /makojd, and for the "3 is involved in this arc" believers

Karen and 3 have a lot more in common than they realize and would be able to bond if given a true chance: protecting who they are, redeeming their kids, haunting past, self-doubts as an individual, change to a new life, etc.

Shadow Reveal — me

I mean, the Team's gotta reveal to us who the shadow belongs to. I did make a poll out of it after all:

Minecraft Battle — me, the real theorists on YT

It is theorized that the final fight would not take place irl but instead in the Minecraft world.

YT Theorists said that it could turn out to be a Squid Games situation where if they die in the video game, they die irl. Karen would have to convince the kids of this fact. The kids, however, think that their mom is exaggerating due to her lack of knowledge of video games. Not until she would be able to convince them, WPNZ will be influencing the whole "game".

The Walking Red Flag Returns — /34saveme34 (+ creative name)

"WPNZ was always bad [...] like I'd believe he was never great" — nicc

[btw it was such a fantastic name, how can I NOT use it for the bingo? it's SO funny]

BLANK CARD + MARKER

If you want to fill in your own card, I leave here a blank version for your use AND a marker png.

And now, you can pull off a Karen and "shoot" at your card with this bullet-hole marker!

(certainly better bullet holes than the ones we got from that one teaser lmao /lh)

Also, feel free to post these bingo cards on other platforms; the more the merrier. All I ask from you is to credit me.

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

This was made with all intents and purposes to uplift excitement for the movie! Reminder, this is just for fun so there's no correct way to earn a bingo!

I would like to give a giant "thank you" to everyone who has and will participate in the bingo! To my moots, thanks for supporting my silly lil ideas. To the people who left suggestions, thank you from the bottom of my heart for continuing a newfound tradition for this blog and the SMG4 Twitter community 💙

And feel free to share your cards after WOTFI either by tagging me or using #smg4 sotc bingo, I would love to see them! I'll see you all on the other side, my dear fellows!

[msschemmenti]

girl next door 🏠- 2

jemily x reader

a/n: chapter two! i’m also posting this on ao3 under my user over there (eternaldulcet) :)

DC was turning out to be a rather enjoyable living experience for y/n. She’d finished unpacking within her first week and now was just settling into her new life. With June becoming July, the heat was high, but nothing compared to the summers down south she’d grown up in. She was rolling through all of her onboarding at the college and when she wasn’t on the campus, she was exploring DC. She’d seen the staples– the White House, Lincoln Memorial, and all that political jazz. But she’d found some real gems on her commute to work and back.

Aside from all the architectural and historical sites she’s seen, she really can’t express how enjoyable DC has been without acknowledging the gift that is Jennifer Jareau sprinting through the neighborhood. That first morning really had been a surprise, a beautiful, wonderful surprise! One that she very seldom missed now. Their schedules seemed to match in the sense that whenever JJ was out on her morning run, y/n was sitting on her porch swing nursing a cup of coffee. Or she’d made it part of her schedule. Not consciously but why change it now?

For the first week or so, they’d exchange a smile and wave and continue on their day. JJ headed for the stop sign at the top of the hill and y/n returned to her house. But one morning JJ switched it up a bit and detoured up y/n’s drive with a smile. She pulled her earbud out and smiled up at y/n, “Good morning neighbor.”

y/n pulled her eyes away from JJ’s sculpted stomach and met her eyes with a sheepish smile of her own. “Good morning indeed!” she nervously replied, pulling the mug of coffee closer to her chest.

JJ’s smiled quickly turned into a smirk and she leaned back in a stretch, one she knew highlighted all the physical features she worked so hard to maintain. “I see you’re an early riser like me.”

“Mmhmm, I sure do love the morning.” y/n nodded, distracted as all get-out. Hearing JJ’s pleased chuckle, y/n scrambled to sound more intelligent than she had initially. “I mean, I’ve really been enjoying the DC mornings. Plus once classes start I’ll be getting up this early anyway.”

JJ nodded, switching to a deep lunge, “Right, Em and I were wondering if you had started yet.”

“I’ve done all my onboarding with HR, so now it’s just meeting with my department chair and things like that. Classes start mid-August, so I’m soaking up my last real moments of freedom this month.” y/n explained around her mug.

“Gotcha, calm before the storm.” JJ smiled standing to her full height again, catching y/n’s wandering eyes. “Well let us know if you need anything before then. I’m not sure how much help we’ll be but we’re here either way.” They bid each other adieu and they part ways. From then on, if Emily and JJ are in town– it becomes a routine. JJ runs, y/n gawks, they talk, and part ways.

Emily, not exactly having the desire to wake early, catches y/n much later in the day. They too had developed a sort of neighborly wave routine, usually as Emily backs out of her driveway or the rare occasions that she and JJ make it home before dark. It was one of those days that she caught y/n struggling with a package that had been left at her mailbox. JJ’d left something in the car and sent Emily out to retrieve it, but she was complaining far less when she caught sight of the struggling younger woman.

Hurrying down the sidewalk she chuckled and swooped in to lift the other end of the box, “Let me help you with that.”

y/n sighed in relief as some of the pressure eased from her back, “oh thank god. I never did learn how to lift with my legs.” They side stepped their way up to the house and over the steps and with a bit of maneuvering got the package inside.

“where do you want it?” emily asked as they paused in the mud room.

“i’m pretty sure this is my bookshelf for my studio, so probably in there. i’ll lead.” y/n said studying the box before steering them both to the back of her house.

all the houses on the block basically have the same layout— so it wasn’t that surprising to see y/n was using this room as a work space considering jj and emily had done the same. what was surprising was the stark contrast to their office. they’d prioritized functionality and necessity in their space. walls were bare and the two desks took up most of the room. but y/n’s studio was way different. one corner was set up like a recording booth— walls covered in soundproofing foam and various microphones. a piano sat in the center of the room paper spread across the top of it. and the rest of the room held books piled high on the floor, different chairs.

“i can see why you need the bookshelf.” emily teased as they lowered the box to the floor near the books.

y/n chuckled and pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. “yeah, don’t judge me. after i left my last school— i may have done a little shopping in my colleague’s offices. you can never have too much literature. plus i’ve got to build up my repertoire for students.”

“no judgment at all! i’ve got my fair share of books lining our office as well. most of my mine aren’t work related though. but i didn’t realize there was so much reading involved in vocal music.”

“oh yeah, everyone feels important enough to publish. somethings work and others don’t. i just try to know as much as i can.” y/n shrugged, moving to straighten the pages on the piano. “if you’re not reading the david rossi profiling collection, what are you reading?”

emily laughed outright, “oh those are on our shelves, i tend to read classics from all over the world. i like to practice the languages i don’t get to use as often.”

“a linguist,” y/n hummed as she smiled over her shoulder at emily.

“something like that,” emily said bashfully before deflecting. “what do you know about david rossi? that’s a pretty crazy name to pull out of thin air.”

y/n giggled with a shrug, “i did some research after you guys left. i was curious about the world of profiling and he has like a million books about it.”

emily laughed and nodded, “yeah, that’s rossi for you.”

y/n’s eyes widened a bit as she turned and leaned against the piano, “you know him personally?”

“oh yeah, he works with us. trust me, he gifts us all signed copies of his million books for every holiday.”

“well i’ve heard of tootin your own horn, but seems he’s taken that saying to a whole new level.” y/n shook her head. “well thank you so much for your help. i guess we can add that to my running list of reasons why having federal agents as neighbors is amazing.”

emily’s brow rose and she followed behind y/n back through the house. “a running list you say?”

“oh yeah, cataloging all the perks. top of the list— strong brunettes come to my rescue when lifting heavy packages.”

“always at your service. let us know if you need help building it. jj’s got a knack for all that diy home stuff.” emily saluted as she stepped out of the front door.

“you’ll be my first call.” y/n winked and waved goodbye.

-

“grayson, shut up! there’s no way you said that to him.” y/n gasped down the phone.

“why yes, i absolutely did. i think he was so shocked he short circuited.” grayson laughed.

y/n shook her head and wedged the phone between her ear and shoulder. she’d been working in the kitchen for the evening having caught the sudden craving for an apple pie. grayson had called right in the middle of her pulling the pie out and there really was no way to ignore gossip from her old office.

“well what did the rest of the team say?” y/n asked as she slid the pie out of the oven and onto a cooling rack.

“oh you know how they get. yasmine asked 100 questions, alice and rita giggled quietly. while the rest just looked around. god the office is not the same without you!” grayson whined.

y/n laughed and opened the kitchen window to air out the kitchen and the pie. “i know i know. im sure everyone is happy that we’re not there terrorizing everyone together anymore. but gray— you can’t say stuff like that during departmental meetings. bless his heart, you know javier is a power hungry asshole who does not take well to women questioning his decisions.”

“yeah yeah yeah— i’m just so sick of him making it harder for our music department to keep any majors. you know he plays favorites.”

y/n went to reply when a blonde head of hair caught her attention right outside her window, where her pie was cooling. she peered down and met jj’s bright blue eyes. she had a soccer ball at her feet and her hands on her hips. y/n’s quirked in a curious smile and she held up a finger for the older woman to wait while she opened the back door. “well you know that’s part of the reason i left anyway. he’s too big for his britches and nobody’s brave enough to tell him as much.”

y/n ushered jj in while she listened, “he keeps calling this meetings before classes start and trust, i’ll be telling him more than just that.”

“ah now you hush, you will do no such thing. go sit down somewhere and calm down. you know as well as i do, he’s like a dog on linoleum. all talk with that one.” y/n shook her head and blushed at the amusement on jj’s face. “listen grayson, let me let you go. my pie is done and i need both hands. we’ll talk next week, okay? alright bye.”

y/n pulled the phone from her ear and hung up with a sheepish smile, “sorry bout that, we always pick up for office gossip.”

jj shook her head and leaned against the kitchen island with a smile “you really are from the south,” she laughed.

“oh boy, what’s that supposed to mean?” y/n watched as jj laughed. her abs flexing just slightly through her tank top.

“i don’t think i understood half of what you were saying. oh and your accent— gets pretty thick when you’re speaking so passionately.” jj grinned.

“oh if you ever catch me drunk it’s waaaay stronger. but i’ll give you that, between Georgia and Kentucky I've definitely picked up some pretty interesting sayings over my life.”

“i bet, my grandparents had their little farm sayings in Pennsylvania but nothing as interesting as what i just heard.”

“well did you come over to eavesdrop or was there something else on your mind?” y/n teased as she moved to check on the pie in the window.

“well i was kicking the ball around out back when i suddenly smelled something very delicious coming from your yard. and i just had to check it out. the eavesdropping part was a happy accident.” jj smiled coming to peak over y/n’s shoulder at the pie.

“well i guess you’re in luck then, it has about 10 more minutes to cool.” y/n smiled pointed to the freezer. “if you’ll grab the ice cream out of the freezer, i’ll give you a piece.”

“you don’t to ask me twice.” jj nodded and pulled the vanilla ice cream out. y/n nodded in thanks and invited jj to have a seat at one of the island stools. as soon as jj took purchase on the stool both women heard a knock on the younger woman’s front door. y/n looked a little confused but jj waved her off and headed for the door. “it’s probably emily, i kinda just disappeared from the backyard at the smell of pie.”

y/n giggled and nodded and watched from the kitchen as the blonde ushered emily inside, “i should’ve known you’d end up over here somehow.”

“there’s pie over here. can you truly blame me?” jj shrugged, poking emily’s hip affectionately as they both made their way to the kitchen island and y/n.

“well i would’ve yes had you come back with no pie for me.” emily grumbled.

“don’t worry— i would’ve made sure you had a slice.” y/n winked at the older woman. “you know what they say, happy neighbor happy life.”

emily eyebrows furrow in confusion, “who’s says that? i thought it was happy wife happy life.”

“is that another southern saying we don’t know?” jj teased.

“no, i just think neighbors should also be happy. i figure you take care of the wife part anyways.” y/n shrugged, subtly eyeing the women for reactions to her words. she was pretty positive the women weren’t just roommates but she wanted to confirm. that way maybe her brain would start supplying a little guilt when she found herself damn near drooling over one or both of her neighbors.

jj and emily, laughed and nodded in understanding, but almost instantly peeped the younger woman’s intentions. “oh yeah we’re strong proponents of the happy wife lifestyle.“ emily nodded. y/n smiled. taking that confirmation for what she thought it was. no chance babe.

but the jj spoke, “but you’re absolutely right— neighbors should also be happy. i’m sure we can make both happen.”

[shegatsby]

Okay I just had an amazing idea! Imagine reader as Hannibals patient and both of them meeting in an online portal similar to tattle crime where you can chat privately, they start talki g and develop like a relationship but for the sake of their identities they keep their real names out of the chat when one day the reader texts hannibal that they're at the psychiatrists office with a picture of the floor attatched, Hannibal obviously realizes its the floor of the waiting room, during the session he acts like nothing happened but at the end of their session hannibal adresses the reader by their username. The rest is up to you!

A/N: Hi, thank you for this request I really loved the idea. I changed it a bit because we all know that Hannibal would never leave anything to chance, of course he is gonna stalk you babe ;)

Warnings: Stalking.

Words: 1.442K

It was late in the evening, Baltimore’s  cold weather made you stay under your fuzzy blankets with a hot cup of tea. Your laptop on your lap, you logged onto your account in Tattle Crime. It was a blog about your city’s newest crimes, recently you have been on that blog a lot, there was a serial killer on the loose, people were wither sharing info or commenting about the gruesome  murders. Everyone was talking about the ‘’Chesapeake Ripper’’ you’ve always been interested in serial killer’s mindsets so Tattle Crime was a useful blog on that to feed your curiosity, how you were oblivious to what’s to come…

You read some articles which compares the Chesapeake Ripper to other serial killers and you left a comment under it, saying that comparing is false, because he is something we have never seen before etc. It was your honest opinion, his killings and presentation of the bodies were more meticulously sophisticated. You referred to the killer as ‘’him’’ due to the fact that most serial killers were male.

You opened a new tab and surfed on the internet, you were watching your favorite old Hollywood movie when you had a notification from Tattle Crime. The blog had dm box so that users could communicate which you never used before but someone sent you a text. The user didn’t have their name, their handle was ‘’Botticeli’’ the last name of the famous painter, Sandor Botticelli, your handle was ‘’Hekate’’ the witch goddess. You didn’t like putting your real name out there and appearently so did the person who messaged you.

‘’I am interested in your thoughts regarding the Chesapeake Ripper, I would love to hear more if that is convenient for you.’’

It was strange but you loved to chat about your favorite topics, since you weren’t busy you decided to text back.

‘’Hello, of course. I would love to chat about him, he is such an enigma.’’ You sent and waited, for some reason your hands went cold, you had a strange sensation in your stomach.

You had messaged a stranger online for 4 hours, the conversation was vibrant and it was obvious that the guy you were texting was knowledgeable, you learned that he was a 40 year old man, living in Baltimore, you told him your age, you were at university, you and him respected each others’ private life so not much info were exchanged other than nice conversation about art, literature and murder. Later you said your good nights and you turned off your laptop and went to bed straight, you had morning classes.

It was snowing, you had dark circles under your eyes but you made effort in your appearance, you wore a nice winter dress with long boots, hair tied and a light make up to cover the tiredness. In the mean time Doctor Hannibal Lecter was on his office, getting ready for his patient. He was facing his laptop’s screen, on the screen he had information you, thanks to his work with the FBI he had privileged access to get peoples info. He learned your address, university, your Instagram, everything. He decided to message you again.

You were at the cafeteria, eating and looking at your notes when you got a notification, the stranger you had a nice conversation with last night messaged you again. ‘’I apologies for keeping you up so late last night, I hope you had some sleep, good morning.’’

You couldn’t help but smile, he was formal yet you could sense some kind of kindness and concern.

‘’Hey, no need to apologies. I enjoyed our conversation last night. Morning!’’

For days you messaged back and forth, everyday without being to open, he told you his day, and you told him about your day, over the days you learned his habits, he was an early bird, loved to read and keep his mind busy, he also mentioned the dinner parties he throws every once in a while. You were intrigued, but kept your cool.

After a month you were having mental problems, your assignments were too much and you had some problems from your past, ever since you mentioned your problems he was being more kinder than usual, he was giving you affirmations such as;

‘’You are a smart girl, you can do it.’’

‘’I believe in your abilities.’’

You liked the way he talked to you. Neither of you asked for a phone number or even an email address which felt safe.

One day he suggested that you should see a psychiatrist, since he had access to your university he could see your grades and they were dropping and he didn’t like that. He wanted you to succeed.

He sent you a list of psychiatrists and made some recommendations, you were falling into his trap and he was enjoying it, he wanted to see you and this was the opportunity. You said you would think about it and in order to give you some time he said it was okay.

When you had a melt down while studying you decided to think about Botticelli’s list of psychiatrist and you sent a mail to the Doctor writing that you needed an urgent session, thankfully Doctor Lecter replied quickly, you were too busy to notice how odd it was to reply to you in a minute. He wrote that tomorrow at 6 would be convenient for him, it was convenient for you too because your classes end at 5 pm. Of course he knew that and you would be his last patient of the day.

After your classes you got on the bus and went to the Doctor’s office. You clung to your long coat and walked into the building, the warmth welcomed you, there was a desk but no secretary was in the view, you knocked on the grey door and waited, your heart beating at a rapid speed.

A tall man opened the door, his three piece suit made him look intimidating, he was standing proud and tall.

‘’Miss Y/L/N I presume?’’ he questioned, his maroon eyes scanning you, he was really good at hiding his excitement, there you were, the woman he had been messaging over a month was standing right before him. ‘’Dr. Lecter, it’s a pleasure to meet you.’’ You extended your hand and he gladly took it, he noticed how soft your hands were, there was a certain feeling in his chest, ‘’Please come in.’’

His office was grand, the fire place was lit which gave the room a cozy feeling and yet it resembled the museum, formal. You sat on the leather armchair and he sat opposite with his leather notebook and silver pen. He started the conversation, as he was speaking he made notes of her manners and behavior, you had a simple jeans and a black top, even though your outfit was normal Hannibal found you elegant like a swan.

During your session you had a feeling as if you have met him before, he was kind but his voice and his demeanor made you think before you speak, thankfully he made you comfortable by talking art and literature, his replies sounded familiar, you thought as if you were talking to your new online friend.

‘’Dr. Lecter, I must say I’m here because one of my friends recommended you to me.’’ You confessed, ‘’Oh, did your friend ever came to me before for a session?’’ he asked looking curious as if he wasn’t about to reveal himself to you.

‘’No, I mean I’m not sure, he is an online friend so..’’ you replied shortly, looking around.

‘’Oh really, Hekate?’’

You froze, did he just addressed you by your username on Tattle Crime?

‘’I-I’m sorry..?’’ you stuttered, you must have heard it wrong.

He placed the notebook and pen on the nearby table and stood up, fixing his clothes he came up to you, you had to look up, he extended his hand to you, ‘’Botticelli,’’ he said, ‘’Nice to finally meet you in person, I must say, I didn’t expect such a beauty, your intellect matches your divine face.’’

Your first reaction was to get up and run to the door, it was locked.

You turned to face him, his hands in his pockets, he was smiling ear to ear, ‘’You wound me Hekate, I thought you liked me.’’ he started to walk to you, your back pressed to the locked door, he stood before you, one of his hands found your heated cheek, with the back of his hand he caressed it gently, ‘’Do not be afraid, all I want is for you to be mine.’’

[caramelcoffeeaddict]

why do I keep getting surprised when I learn that people don't know about the "Share" button on the top of AO3 fics that will create a tumblr post (or a tweet) with all of the relevant information about the fic (ship, characters, rating, tags, word count, summary, etc) and add a link all neatly formatted for you?*

*the Share button is at the top of every fic unless the author has selected the "Hide the share buttons on my work." option enabled in their privacy setting, so you can use to promote your own writing, or even recommend a fic to your followers.

I mean, look how easy this is:

step 1: find a story you want to share and click the "Share" button at the top:

clicking that button will create a pop-up that looks like this:

step 2: you can ignore the html in the text box; you don't need it for this. instead, click the "Tumblr" button, and (if you are logged in to your tumblr account) it will create a tumblr post that looks like this: (*this auto-generated post will automatically use tumblr's default color palette for the preview regardless of what you have your preferences set to*)

step 3: if you like the way the post looks, just click "Post". (*if you have more than one blog, make sure to double check that you are posting to the correct blog before you post it!*) or if you want, you can add an author's note to the post, maybe add a photo or a teaser of the story, or make other edits to it before clicking the "Post" button. the choice is yours.

it's so simple, and only takes a few seconds to do. it's literally just three button clicks: "Share" -> "Tumblr" -> "Post". you don't have to worry about forgetting to add important info about a story in your tumblr post; or rack your brain trying to figure out which information you should include; or even figure out how to format the post to make it look neat and easy to read.

one thing to note: if you (or the author you are recommending) have your fics locked for AO3 users only, the link at the top of the tumblr post will look like this instead:

other than that, the rest of the post will look the same as above with all of the relevant story information, minus the fic title and author name which are normally displayed in the link preview. you can manually add that missing information to the post yourself before sharing, so your followers will know what story they are clicking on.

[meret118]

In an effort to paint Vice President Kamala Harris’s running mate, Minnesota Gov. Tim Walz, as a far-left liberal, the Trump campaign has chosen the nickname “Tampon Tim” after a bill Walz signed last year.

The law, which went into effect in January, requires schools throughout Minnesota to provide menstrual products — like sanitary pads and tampons — to “all menstruating students in restrooms regularly used by students in grades 4 to 12.”

But the nickname may not have pulled off what Trump supporters intended.

Minnesota state Rep. Sandra Feist, who authored the bill, told Yahoo News the goal of the bill was to support student health and ensure that any student doesn’t have to miss school because they can’t afford menstrual products.

The Wall Street Journal reported in July that the cost of pads and tampons has increased faster in the last few years than the price of food. The average cost of a pack of pads and a box of tampons is $6.50 and $8.29 respectively.

“The bill was brought to be by students saying that this was something really important to them and it was something that was really impacting their ability to get an education,” Feist said. “That was the goal of the bill.”

In January 2023, a 16-year-old student told lawmakers at the Minnesota capital, “We cannot learn while we are leaking. … This is a fear everyone knows, and it is happening in our schools all of the time.”

Another 15-year-old emphasized how important it was to remain inclusive, fighting against efforts by Republican lawmakers to amend the bill to be exclusively for female and gender-neutral restrooms.“

It will make it more comfortable for everyone,” they said. “People can use whatever restroom they want without being worried.”

“There are a number of states that have already done something similar,” Feist said. “Period poverty is something that impacts all students who menstruate.”

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I heard someone on a podcast today say they should embrace it, and sell t-shirts saying:

Tampon Tim

Stopping the Red Wave

I'm not sure about t-shirts, but definitely sell little zippered bags to keep tampons in with this printed on them.