#it's bedtime

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

Shhhhh... don't disturb them...

[peoplepersonoaktree]

drop this sunflower🌻into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy! lets spread a little sunshine ☀️

>:DDD

SO MANY FLOWERS THANK YOUUU

[morallyinept]

Just posted my first, full Pedro Boy one shot, and it wasn't an Ezra one... go figure.

Now to run and hide under the duvet...

[laf-outloud]

I am sure Jensen wasn’t 'around' that much, he was not very present in the set, so he doesn’t know what happened etc... But that's exactly his fault here. He is running a project with his name with no idea what's going on. Only showed up to shoot those clown shows (dean's birthday celebration etc🤣) That's not an excuse and does not makes him blameless, rather doubles up his fault here. It shows exactly how much incapable he is of taking responsibility, and how shitty producer he is.

Though he should face the consequences of own action, I sometimes feel bad for jensen - had he not gotten the golden idea of becoming a producer and milk the dead cow, none of these would have happenes. I bet he curses himself for that now.

It's hard for me to say what Jensen's culpability is from a legal standpoint. That's for the courts to decide. But it was an ill-conceived, poorly-run project from the outset, that much we can agree on.

[inkcat1987]

I have eaten to much ice cream so I'ma head to bed night chipmunks!

[snakebites-and-ink]

Chapter 2: The Signing

Masterlist

Note: Westwater’s name is very tentative at this time because I was having Difficulty naming it and decided to just call it something I felt was okay instead of getting stuck on coming up with a name I really liked. 🤷

CW: Self-sacrifice, legalized slavery, referenced illness in the family

The day had come. He’d had another meeting and some email exchanges with Melissa, and gotten in contact with the organization that trained and sold superhumans. Everything was set up now so that Nolan could sell himself away to them.

Yikes. Selling his rights was a far cry from an ideal solution, but what else could he do? Nothing? Just stand by and let one of his loved ones die and all the others struggle? No. Not when he had the power to do something about it.

The particular organization in question was the Westwater Superhuman Training Institute; it was one of the closest superhuman training and distribution centers, and as legitimate as any other. Of course no organization that literally sold people would be perfectly nice and benevolent, but Westwater seemed upfront and reputable enough that they wouldn’t do anything exceptionally shady.

He’d had a conversation with his parents, which wasn’t easy but it had to happen. Nolan’s sister Sophia wasn’t really in a state to talk currently, but he’d left a message for her. He’d said goodbye to his close friends too, including his oldest friend, Cassian. Nolan hoped it would help ease the sting at least a little that this would secure enough excess money to give some to Cassian. There would be more than enough to go around even after Sophia’s treatments; superhumans were expensive. Maybe it could fund one of Cassian’s brilliant ideas, which he certainly had but couldn't get off the ground without some investment. Nolan had been told he’d have the chance to send letters at times during training, so hopefully he could at least keep in touch for a little while after signing.

Melissa was here again, to support and advise Nolan through this last stage of the process. “Are you sure about this?” she checked one more time.

“I’m sure,” Nolan confirmed.

The representative for O1 arrived, a man who introduced himself as Mr. Brown. He would be speaking and acting on the institution’s behalf during the legal process of Nolan signing away his rights. Melissa, on the other hand, would be looking out for Nolan’s interests, acting as a consultant of sorts to make sure nothing underhanded was pulled and to inform Nolan as needed on the somewhat weird issue of superhuman rights.

After a short exchange of pleasantries, the three sat down together, and Brown pulled out the paperwork.

Brown explained the paperwork to Nolan, while Melissa looked over the documents to make sure he was summarizing them accurately and truthfully. It was pretty standard for what it was; Nolan would give up his rights, become essentially property, get trained for a buyer, and get compensation given to whomever he selected, which was all in line with Nolan’s expectations from the research he’d done. Melissa nodded, verifying that the paperwork was legitimate. They conversed a little more to settle a few last concerns, then it was time.

Nolan picked up the document and was struck with a sense of finality as he stared at it. This would change everything about his future. He was giving up his life when it had hardly even started. But it meant his sister would get to live hers. Besides, he wasn’t dying, just losing a whole lot of options.

It was the least-awful course. Nolan signed.

He thanked Melissa working with him and for the help she’d been. She gave him a small smile that she clearly didn’t feel, worry and sadness evident in her eyes.

“Do you need to say your goodbyes?” Mr. Brown asked Nolan.

Nolan considered it. At this point, that would probably only make things harder. He’d already said goodbye and everything else he needed to in the very tear-filled parting conversation with his parents. Going back only to say it once more now that his choice was formalized and permanent would probably bring more pain than closure for everyone involved. He shook his head. “I already did.”

Mr. Brown grinned. “Wonderful. Come with me then.” He placed his hands on Nolan’s shoulders in a manner that seemed almost possessive, which Nolan supposed was appropriate given his new legal status. “Goodbye, Melissa.”

Nolan took one look back at Melissa as Brown steered him out of the room. He wasn’t quite regretful or frightened, but he didn’t feel ready for this. Not that putting it off would have helped; he didn’t suppose anyone would ever feel ready to lose their rights and freedom.

Nolan left his home for what would probably be the last time. He got in the car with Mr. Brown, to be delivered to his new life.

Taglist: @whumped-by-glitter

[kaisollisto]

[sezja]

Jeryk's so absurdly pretty and adorable that he could ask for literally anything in the world; frankly we're lucky all he wants are trolleys

[swan2swan]

<To assassinate him,> Arbat answered. <Yes. Our mission is to kill Visser Three.>

Where were you when the Animorphs were trying that LAST TIME?

.....a question that will have to wait for NEXT TIME!

[idle-joy]

Gently rocking you to sleep

Gently rocking you to sleep

Gently rocking you to sleep

[match-your-steps]

ok so. I like to play hatsune miku colorful stage bc it's a fun game and I am a fan of vocaloid music. however. I am not good at it. there's your context.

so just now I was trying to do "Miku" (Anamanaguchi) on hard mode, which, if you are aware, is the middle mode, just above normal and just below expert. from what I've gathered, people who are good at this game usually never play below hard mode (I always start all the way on easy and then work my way up).

however, today I am sleeby. like, so sleeby. so I'm trying to do the daily challenge before I go to bed. but I am so sleeby that, despite having been able to finish the song for like a week and literally getting a streak of over 300 yesterday, today I finished with a highest streak of 93. I had 30 health left. that's literally less than I had the first time I was able to finish it (50).

lesson learned: be well-rested so I can get good scores in hatsune miku colorful stage

[siriuslybea]

When you have the urge to use a sticking charm followed up by a silencing charm on your autistic little cousin

[lilithsaintcrow]

Today has been horrid, but at least I think I’ve helped a few people.

Tomorrow will be better. And I have a 60lb apex predator who is positively desperate to stick his cold wet nose in my armpit as I read Norman Davies’s History of Europe, so at least there’s that.

[halfax-a]

Lin and tumblr

The past year has changed how i use this website quite a lot, and i have feelings about it.  Here, i’m writing a mini essay to help me make my mind up what to do about it all.

The first big painful truth i have to face is: i don’t like my dashboard anymore. I find it increasingly hard to sit and just scroll through and pay attention. I know that a few years ago it used to be better balanced - divided into fandom content, meme content and music content. 

This year, more than ever, saw the absolutely bonkers avalanche of fandom content, which cannibalised both music and meme side of things. I experienced genuine mass hysteria with the flood of people, and i don’t regret that or hate that, but all of it ended up feeling more like witnessing a group of friends having an absolutely insane party - through the front window of their hourse, having your nose pressed to the glass. 

Why it felt so much like that, can be anointed to how i chose to interact with tumblr - 2022 was the year i fully turned to blog-crawling. It ended up impacting me a lot - in ways you can see (7 fandom posts in a row reblogged from one blog), and in ways you can’t (all those hours reading and internalising and the r word). Waking up every day, obsessively searching up 5 to 12 different blogs and spending up to 3 hours just reading updates (combined with my brief stint on twitter in the summer) fucked me up quite well, i think. 

Well. Actually. This is not new behaviour for me. Obsessive checking of tumblr blogs, forum threads and twitter accounts dates back well into 2016. But this is the first time it has fucked with my enjoyment of this site, and i am at a loss what to do.

I feel trapped. My brain does not think it can go without tumblr, because twitter, instagram, even the mighty youtube have surrendered to this blue hellsite, and let it reign the supreme doom scroll hole of my life. 

At the same time, i recognise that i am not really truly having a good time on here(or at least as much as i used to). The more time i spend on specific blogs, the less i am on my dash, which means the less opportunities i have to make connections with my remaining mutuals, and to make new ones.

I feel trapped and i feel isolated. A few years ago i used to know at least 5 blogs that were guaranteed to appear in my notes at any given time. There were more tag games, more casual @/ing and more interaction. Nowadays i feel quite alone. Yes, i did bring this onto myself with 1. aforementioned blog crawling and 2. jumping into excessive fandom posting. I’m just afraid that getting out of there is not as easy as it used to be. 

I’ve seen a lot of people move on, or drift out of my circles over the years, which makes reconnecting with old acquintances/old topics of interest difficult or downright impossible. And as i get on in age (in my old age of 22), i get increasingly nervous seeing 16,15, 14-year-old on here, and interacting with their blogs.

I am also a bit at a loss for how to curate my dash to regain that optimal meme/fandom/music equilibrium. Meme culture has changed a dizzying amount since 2018, and i know i have been left behind. With music and fandom cannibalising and engulfing each other (in that shiver-inducing mass of conciousness known as “mcr fandom”), i am left to try and find some “general” content. But from where??????

All of these things combined has made me feel like i might have to ditch tumblr soon. Either i put in massive amounts of energy, overhaul my dash and find out what i enjoy (while being concious of how to keep the parts of fandom that are truly enriching for me, when the mass hysteria inevitably starts again), or i log off, block, and try to keep my doomscrolling urges fed on fanfiction and youtube shorts.

With my unfortunate mental state, i sure know which seems easier

Now. Why am i still here at this very moment then?

It’s because of drafts! 

See, in my mind, it is possible to Finish Tumblr. During my years here, i have amassed a significant amount of drafts - gifsets, link masterlists, audio, video and photos, and each of them serves a purpose - to remind me to Consume that thing. The day i listen to the final album, final song, the day i watch the final tv show, movie, the day i let that final draft go; that’s when i can say i have Completed Tumblr, and can log off with a light heart. 

So, i haven’t acknowledged it, but i actually have a concrete goal in mind here, and as long as i work on that, i’ll be shackled to this blue hellsite

[lauriel-lunar]

@wheres-my-second-breakfast I accidentally deleted your ask!!! 😭 😭 😭 but it was five songs and tag ten followers, right? Here's my answer! And sorry it took me forever to answer this!!

5 Songs I like:

If I Say - Mumford & Sons (massive bagginshield vibes!)

First Call - Jessia (samfro vibes!)

Wait a Minute - Willow Smith

Dreamglow - BTS

Death - Made in Heights

Ok and the people I'm tagging are @wheres-my-second-breakfast, @locked-up-mossgirl, @on-wednesdays-we-eat-the-rich, @purpleprosaist, @fatherlaide, @homoqueerjewhobbit, @red-umbrella-811, @crazymangogirl-inactive, @shecaughtthekaty, @watercolorofthemoon, @sys-garden, @moonbeam-daydreams, @naruthandir, @bonesofyourheart, @thequeerlibrarian, @spoopyoopy, @lord-of-the-hobbits, @peregrintook, oh oops I was only supposed to choose ten aaaagghhgghhghghhg <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

[winged-fool]

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