Can you show us how you do the coloring on your titles I couldn’t find it when I searched your acc😭😭
YEAH YEAH. sorry for the late reply sweetheart, but i'll walk u through it !!!! 🙇♀️🙇♀️🙇♀️🙇♀️
example:
TOJI FAT C★CK NO CLICKBAIT ?!
so to start, there’s multiple websites to do this but the main one is use is stuffbydavid.com
once you get there, you’ll see something like this
it’s simple !! just follow the steps as they go, so for step one — enter your desired text. you can see that i already did that. so for step two, you’re allowed to choose whatever color effect you want.
all of the gradient effects are: horizontal (mixture of two colors), middle (kinda like horizontal), three colored, (three colors mixed), solid (just one color), random (picks any color for you), and colors of the rainbow (basically a default rainbow color for all)
the one i’m currently using for the example is three colored gradient !! my personal go to for my fics is always middle gradient tho.
anywho, back on the site — ignore step four.
as you can see for step five and the final step, it shows you the preview of your desired colors for your text. listen to this part because if you screw up, it won’t paste onto tumblr. you’re gonna wanna copy the HTML code from top to bottom. copy the entire code that’s shown, you might have to scroll a bit bc it’s pretty long (pause)
after this, you’re gonna wanna log into tumblr via the mobile browser. i forgot to mention, i’m doing this on the app version but it works for pc / laptop as well !! more complicated though but it all works the same.
so first, you’re gonna wanna make a new seperate draft — then press the little pencil icon to make edits.
look near the top right and click the settings icon
look where it says Text Editor and click near the right where it says 'Rich Text' bc ur gonna change that
after you click it, change it to HTML
it’s gonna send you here, make you’re you’re on HTML and not Preview yet. create a space above all the text that has like <p> and so on. paste your code, then that should be all !! save it and you can press preview afterwards to see the final results.
hope this helps :3
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Do you have any writing tips???
sure !! 💟
— strengthen your vocabulary with synonyms, metaphors, etc.
— if you find yourself stuck and don’t know where to start, try writing backwards (it’s weird but i tried it n it kinda helps. esp if you struggle with coming up with endings)
— invest in grammarly
— pace yourself. don’t rush your writing, especially if it’s a longer piece. even if it takes you a day, two days, or even a week / month, it’ll all be worth it when you finish
— this applies for any genre (fluff, angst, smut) but it’s important to focus on each character you’re describing. be descriptive of things as such as dialogue, body language, emotions, even the littlest things such as their eyebrows twitching when their upset or confused
— when writing smut, you have to be a bit more descriptive because you’re writing about sex. focus on both (or more) characters, their pants/breathe and the way it sounds, describe each position (make sure you do it clearly to where we understand what’s going on), make sure you understand anatomy, if you’re confused you can always research 👯♀️
— the last tip is just for everyone! make sure you’re writing for yourself, make sure you’re enjoying it at the end of the day. writing shouldn’t feel forced or like it’s a chore. make sure to take frequent breaks & the more you write, the more you’ll see yourself improve overtime! xo
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LV, NV - Part 2
As one with a complete disinterest in gambling, apart from an occasional flutter on “guess the correct score” – Las Vegas would not be a place I’d consider as a cultural paradise. Thankfully, having stayed in Paradise, the area of the Wynn-Encore at the northern end of the strip, I could discover more realistic cultural aspects to my liking. Having survived the first corporate function of the weekend on the Friday night, where my wife’s company held an incredibly decadent event at a nearby nightclub, where I made the most of the only place I’ll probably ever find measures of Macallan Single Malt to be free – I had all day Saturday to explore, before the next mystic reception.
Mrs Jones preferred a pool day, while I craved discovery. I can’t say that walking up – or down – the strip (highly confusing as Downtown was actually quite a way north from our base - so we travelled down the strip by up towards Downtown), past the other grand tacky resort hotels, I would say that not much other than the weather or overkill of everything was striking my inspiration buttons. Again, wandering among – occasionally dodging - the starry-eyed tourists, overdressed (or under-clothed) street entertainers; the only thing which stopped me in my tracks was a complete momentary chance realisation.
While passing each resort, moving south on the boulevard, I saw a group; maybe five or six people walking past me, wearing Tupac Shakur t-shirts. After a few steps, I wondered how far I was from the renowned block where he was shot in 1996. At that point of remembering what facts I could, I was convinced it would have been closer to midsummer, as my friend Lewis was only a block away and heard the shots, that year; then told me about it the day he returned, as we were both on our summer breaks from university. So, without Wi-Fi, I walked into The Cromwell casino bar to gain internet access. “Where was Tupac shot?” I typed. I scanned the first article which looked detailed on the results page, then read it and couldn’t believe what I found. Tupac was shot and killed on September the 7th, 1996; on the corner of East Flamingo Road and Koval Lane.
Not only was I a couple of blocks away, while on East Flamingo Road, but it was September 7th, 2024. Twenty-eight years to the day. Was there a pilgrimage of fans, or even family or friends to remember him, that particular day? I’ll never know. This was quite a moment for me. While I had far more knowledge of Hip-Hop culture between the mid-eighties and earlier nineties, having grown up through that era before becoming immersed in House music culture from 1994 – it was one of the most significant happenings in the genre’s history from that decade and a controversial memory from my youth. On the previous afternoon, I’d eaten at El Segundo restaurant, near the Wynn and was served by; and talked at length with a guy who had moved from Oakland seven years previously. He told me the understandable reason why he left – the scarily unsafe way of life there. Also, he wasn’t the only person on the trip I’d met from Oakland, telling me the same thing. Shakur has had a street named after him in Oakland, after rising to fame while living there in the early nineties. Ironically having moved there to escape the crime in Baltimore.
These cultural aspects I mentioned, while staying in the Paradise area – certainly showed that it was no heavenly place, or soulful nirvana there; but in an abstract way, brought enlightenment and escape to people within the United States – and from outside the States. I loved the interaction with the Hispanic residents of Las Vegas, with the food options from Mexico proving so much better than the established and expected butter and oil-drenched options at fast food – and expensive hotels dotted everywhere I looked.
On that note, the topic of tips must be addressed. As a veteran hospitality worker, I have always supported a level of extra financial support for good service, Following the pandemic, bars and restaurants worldwide have been decimated in the service stakes, as retaining staff and the concept of good service – particularly noticeable in London, has been like trying to understand why the cost of living has been so absurd. You scratch your head and look around in bewilderment. Thus, in Vegas at this point; I hope that “what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas from a financial, tip-related culture mentality. As it makes a night out in London seem like buying drinks at a Carmarthenshire rugby club. The choice between giving a 18%, 22% and 25% tip, the banal extra delivery charge of a sandwich at poolside, as well as the tip – and this is all before tax is even added! So when you see that the cheapest beer option is $12, you would not only be excused, but encouraged to make your eyes roll backwards so that you look like you’re fainting. It could be the only way of being carried out and escaping extra costs.
Hardly a shock, then that the corporate events booked for both Saturday and Sunday – when the word “free” applied to food and drink, both were welcomed with our open arms. It was also just reward for my wife and her work colleagues, whose tireless work in the health industry gives the NHS a hope, even if their clients are blind to their blood, sweat and tears for getting the job done – and even if the reward is over five thousand miles away, in an unrelated backdrop. With the complexity of staying at a huge hotel casino complex, pre-arranged meal functions and getting around Vegas while there was so much under our noses – we enjoyed as much as we could of the locality. Some of the best cocktails I’ve ever had (especially The Mystic at the Tower Suites Bar, a mezcal-based flamer – although definitely not free!), the hotel pool, weather and views of the city. As much as navigating the strip by foot was the more interesting way of discovering – a taxi was quicker.
Reminiscent, this was; along with the strip’s retro-classical architecture and definitely hand-in-hand with the cost of bar tourism in Doha; where I spent four years, and Dubai – its Emirati neighbour. By land, the distance between the two was similar to the distance between Vegas and the California state border. Although ‘inspiration’ would be an ill-fitted word for matching the Nevada city’s influence on the Gulf cities, bearing in mind the religious constitution versus sin city’s “what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas” dirty secret pact, but the Middle Eastern cities have certainly copied a fair few high-end hotels and the strip’s layout in their aim for five-star, money-making touristry. One aspect Vegas, assuredly does not have (and I doubt highly that it would commence on the strip in my lifetime) is the weekend brunch at the Qatari and Emirati hotels. Expats in the Gulf replaced Western pubs from their original homes on weekends for a four-to-five-hour session at the five-star hotels where plates and more so wine and beer glasses were never empty – and nobody apart from pregnant ladies or natives, left sober. I’d imagine the one person £90-120 average price for a Friday afternoon between midday and 4pm, at a hotel in Qatar or the UAE would quadruple, should these smash-ups ever be introduced to the strip.
On Monday, despite having only limited time to do so, Mr and Mrs Jones travelled to the Arts District, on the edge of Downtown. It was something I’d wanted to have done over the weekend, as well as seeing more of Downtown, but as explained – everything took a while and seeing absolutely everything in four days, was impossible. Certainly, the antiques (in the American sense) shops, flea markets and places managed to fit in to four hours - added to time well spent on Main Street. Recycled Propaganda, Hop Nuts, Rebar and Able Baker were all places; with another few hours, we’d have happily spent more of our tourist time and money.
It was that half a working day, so separate to the Las Vegas Strip, where most of our long weekend was spent; which made me think “maybe I’ll be back, one day.” No gambling in sight, less extortion from the pocket and so much more undiscovered between there and the more renowned, seedy part of the city, where the older casino hotels such as Golden Gate and the Plaza (which was actually used as Biff’s in Back to the Future 2) are found. Plus, the conversations with local workers and the concierge at the Wynn, which mentioned little hidden gems on Fremont Street – reminded me that “everything takes a while”, so maybe another time.
We returned to the airport, a bit Vegassed-out between the walking in forty degree heat for the fourth day and the free drinks which had by now, taxed our bodies. Yet, we were satisfied with our experience. With no seeming delays to the flight this time, plus a seat with no passenger in front of me, I was confident of gaining sleep on the way back to London. Now is the perfect time to use the American word for ‘spanner’. Monkey Wrench. I had one next to me and one in front of me, in the way of two men in couples. Next to me was one with a twitch in his right hand. I was asleep, then I was not. Asleep, then not. All through the flight. Nudged constantly by a guy with whom I could sympathise with whichever condition I can assume it could have been. Otherwise, were it not a nerve-related condition, he deserved John Cleese’s giant fish from the fish-slapping dance – firmly swung across his face for the trouble. As for the spanner in front, he and his wife decided to shift right, leaving the left seat in the aisle empty, occupying the two right seats for no apparent reason. So, when he woke me up by tilting the seat back and trapping my left calf from lack of legroom, I had to strongly inform him with an angry tone – that I had no space. Bloody spanners, bloody people, bloody airlines and their seats increasingly arranged for midgets.
Needless to say, the Joneses – on our drive back down the M23 to Hove – expressed excitement for our only piece of furniture which followed us back from Australia four years previously – a superking sized bed. We returned from Heathrow thankful that our little dog, Ella had enjoyed her weekend with a new dog-sitter and companion – and had confirmation number 2024 (roughly calculated in days) that the superking bed is the best thing we shipped back from Melbourne, apart from our two dogs. Hasta la vista, Vegas.
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