#my following is on this platform obvi so maybe not

[chryblossomjjk]

think im going to steal from here2bbtstrash and do a set day for reading and reviewing other content creators. my reading list is so long n i feel v guilty lol. part of having a healthy ecosystem on this platform is content creators supporting other content creators, especially since we share the same audience and the crossover from supporting eachother is huge. want to do my part in making everyone feel good about their work and giving them recognition because you all deserve it.

[6-zao-xing-9]

“Don't You Dare Forget Me.” Pt. 1

Akito x fem! reader (platonic)

Summoning.... @msith @noverenia @kxttqi @starry-sky-melody @enamation @nogenderbee @vodka-glrl

Summary: Its about time forAkotot to leave town for a good while. That means that it's time to say farewell to his friend(s) as well.

A/N: IMPORTANT; PLEASE READ: As I'm sure you all know, ill be going on a hiatus for a while, but i wanted to make one last ff before i leave. Im summoning you guys because this is my "see you later" to you all(my moots)(and also my followers), so i want you guys to see this. Thank you for all the love and support you guys have given me <3 So, I wanted to make this last ff platonic because ilyg platonicly, obviously. Reader is obvi you guys and Akito is supposed to be me..? Ig? Yh this is kinda cringe but whatever.... Akito won the poll on what char my last ff should be, so yh.. I prolly kin Akito the most out of the boys anyway. So! Please read my going away gift for you guys, and again, thanks for making my trip to this platform a pleasant one ^^ btw, this ff is prolly not gonna be long as its only here to say goodbye in a more creative and writin tone..... If that makes sense... Also ik i said i dont do aus and this is kinda an au since akito is leaving but shhh also i hope yall dont mind me putting fem reader.... Im pretty sure most of yall, if not all of yallz are girls........ On second thought.... Maybe i shouldve picked a girl for my last ff since im a girl............ Eh, too bad..... P:S..... Im posting this in the morning instead of the night bc I want to see all of your responses before i leave.... Hopefully ill be able to.. rEmeber how i said in my rules that i dont do sad endings?.... Well, this is kind of a sad ending.... But ive decided that when i come back, ill make a part 2! Itll be a more happy one <3 ps: i will officially be leaving at 11:00PM EST. So you guys have 23 hours to respond after this is posted

I stand by the car, waiting impatiently for Y/N to arrive, my hands fidgeting slightly as I constantly check my phone for the time.

Finally, I spot your silhouette in the near distance and run up to you eagerly.

“Oi. You're late.”

I stare down at the girl in front of me, my hands placed warmly in my pockets.

“Sorry!”

I sigh before staring awkwardly at her, unknowing of what to say.

“So.... You're leaving..”

“Yeah.”

.....

“When will you be back?”

“Hopefully sometime next year... Maybe later though.”

“Right.”

.....

“So. See you next time?”

“Yeah.”

.....

“.... Hug?”

Awkwardly, I wrap my arms around her tightly. She's like a second big sister to me.... I hate the thought of leaving her, but.... It is what it is...

“..... Bye, Akito.”

I raise my head before speaking.

“.... Bye.”

.....

“I should get going now.”

“Okay.”

“...Don't you dare forget about me.”

“I won't...... Bye again.”

“Bye..... Y/N.”

Farewell!

[bloodthirstyflower]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. REPOST DO NOT REBLOG !!

NAME: Tiffany (I’m known as Tifa more often online tho)  PRONOUNS: she / her (queen)  PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: Discord. Tumblr IMs is fine if needed but more often than not I’m not checking my blogs so yeaaaaah. You can ask for my discord if you really wanna catch me around :)  NAME OF MUSE(S):  Dahlia Hawthorne, Phoenix Wright, Simon Blackquill, Adam Jensen, Solider: 76 (lost access to his blog 5ever tho such a tragedy), Gabriel Reyes, Zelgius, Travis Touchdown, Samuel Drake, and I think that’s it currently. LOL. I used to have over like 15 rp blogs at one point (I wrote Alistair, Garrus Vakarian, Jessica Sherawat, Miles Edgeworth, Axel, etc. in the distant past), but nearly all the ones I just listed are inactive as heck, but feel free to follow me on some or all of them if you want!!! I may revive someday!!!  RP EXPERIENCE/HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): Over half my lifetime or something ngl, LOL, so like 10+ years at this rate.  PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: Tumblr (obvi), rpnow (not anymore since it died but then revived), discord (more often now), myspace (YEAARS AGOOO when it was lit and poppin’ and alive- might’ve been my first platform I think)!!! BEST EXPERIENCE: Meeting some forever friends and plotting some good stuff.  RP PET PEEVES/DEALBREAKERS: Honestly, uhhh, maybe just being a mean person and pressuring people into replying to your stuff and whatnot.  FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: They call me the Queen of Angst, but I do love me some fluff & smut (even tho I cannot write it for the life of me).  PLOTS OR MEMES: I love plotting, but I suck at it almost always so I tend to meme it up and go with the flow. When I’m comfortable with someone / their muse and know them quite a bit though that does tend to help the old creative juices.  LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: Both is okay with me, but I do love reading long replies!!!  BEST TIME TO WRITE: Whenever I can write......  ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): I tend to write salty old men so not really (tho I am quite salty at times). Maybe I am closest to Dahlia - the material girl & beauty part not the evil part (maybe, heh). 

tagged by: @bloodxhound​   (   u gon learn bout me today   !!!   )  tagging: @sourentropy

[bartxnhood]

retiring. | c.b

gif not mine

| clint barton x pregnant!reader

summary: during your pregnancy clint is often gone, leaving you alone for the majority of the pregnancy. when he returns from a mission injured worst than previous times, he finally confesses something to you.

warnings: pregnant reader obvi, mentions of blood and wounds, fluff

authors note: hi bffs, posting clint content bc this app needs more. totally not bc he’s my favorite avenger..no..totally not. anyways, i hope y’all enjoy <3

(not proofread)

Copyright © 2022 bartxnhood. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

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you had just ended your second trimester when clint left for another mission, you were now showing more, your swollen belly didn’t allow you to fit in your old clothes anymore. it felt frustrating but it was better than the morning sickness. you hated being sick of the mornings. or very very early mornings, when you couldn’t sleep while worrying about your husband while he’s out saving the world. or universe, whatever the heroes feel like doing. though, it was stressful especially for you. sometimes clint would be gone for weeks, sometimes months and with the baby, on the way, you weren’t so sure you could do it alone. he would still keep in touch though, trying his best to call or text you. even if you were still hidden from the other avengers. you didn’t mind it, you were starting a family and leaving in peace. no alien monsters, no robots who wanted worked extinction. just a big farmhouse..all to yourself most day. but it was quiet..that was enough for you.

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when you held the test in your hands, seeing the two pink lines. your heart started racing, and your hands began shaking. you were pregnant? now? clint wasn’t even home, he was still on a mission supposed to return the next day. you stood up from the edge of the bathtub heading out of the bathroom with the test still in your hand. walking into the kitchen you set it down on the counter. “oh my god” you groaned, elbows resting on the marble countertop and hands holding your head. should you cry? celebrate? you didn’t know yet. you’ve always wanted to have a family with clint but with him gone a lot it would make it hard, and you weren’t so sure if now was the right time.

“babe?” you heard the front door open, followed by heavy footsteps into the house. “in the kitchen!” you yelled back, moving from your position and looking at the archway searching for his figure. when he walked through, the second he saw you he grinned. coming closer and wrapping his arms around you, you did the same. missing his warm touch, “i missed you.” your grumbled i’m his shoulder. he pulled away, a gentle hand on your cheek. he must’ve caught onto your tone. “you okay?” he asked. pulling away from his embrace, you stared at him flashing a smile. “yeah, i just..uh was expecting you tomorrow.” he smiled, “well, they let me come home early. you sure you’re okay?” he asked again. you hummed, reaching for the white and blue test. “surprise” you whispered, handing the test to him.

he stared at the item, it took him a few seconds to comprehend it was a pregnancy test. he saw the pink lines, one lighter than the other. you’re pregnant. “you’re?” he hummed, looking up to meet your eyes. you nodded. “pregnant” you finished. you couldn’t tell if he was excited or not, he just held the test delicately saying nothing. “i..i just took it..maybe twenty minutes ago” you added, looking at his face now. “i uh..wow” he chuckled, a smile tugging at his lips. “you’re pregnant” he repeated, the smile finally manifesting. he kissed the top of your head, putting the test down. “this is great!” he cheered, his hands going to your shoulders. you had a nervous smile on, looking past him. “what’s wrong?” he asked, examining your face. “do you think we’re ready for this? i mean..you’re out there saving the universe every other week” you laughed dryly. “i just don’t want to do this alone if something happens to you.” finally admitting your worries, even before finding out you were pregnant was one of your biggest concerns. you knew he was capable of taking care of himself, but you couldn’t afford to lose the one thing you loved most in the world. “nothing is going to happen to me” he replied, hands coming to your face for comfort. “ill figure something out. i’ll talk to fury if i have to. you’re not going to lose me. both of you” he assured, his left hand now resting on your stomach. “i promise”

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you finished cleaning up the kitchen after making dinner for yourself, while washing the dishes a ruckus was heard behind you, carefully dropping the plate in the sink you grabbed a towel, drying off your hands. you walked past the archway of the kitchen transitioning into the living room. your eyes glued on the door watching clint being ushered in by other agents. “oh my god” you whispered. “where do we put him?” the redhead asked. “the couch” you suggested, walking over and moving stuff around. “what happened” you asked, seeing the blood covering clint and a few bruises decorating his face. “he got attacked pretty bad, held hostage” she answered, helping him lie back.

“i’m fine” he groaned, adjusting his body to the piece of furniture. “never been better actually” he laughed but it only caused more pain. you put your hand against his forehead, “he’s burning up” you sighed. this wasn’t good.

“i can patch him up, that’s the best i can do” the girl offered. you nodded, “please, i’d appreciate it.” you smiled at her, she returned it. she told her everything she needed, you collected those things in a timely manner before returning. while she ditched him up, you started patching up the cuts on his face.

“so…were you ever gonna tell me about this?” she asked. clint stared at you while you worked gently on his face. flashing you a smile. “not really. fury helped me set this up. off files. let’s keep it that way, especially now” he answered, you smiled at his comment. natasha finished her stitches, “you’re all patched up, barton. i’ll be off now, duty calls” she saluted to clint and he nodded. you followed her to the door, “thank you” you smiled as she stood outside. “no problem. i’m natasha” she held her hand out, you took her hand. “y/n” you introduced. natasha grinned, nodding slowly, and headed off your porch. “take care of him” she finished, “always” you replied.

walking back into the house and past clint on the couch. you went to the kitchen, opening the freezer fetching some ice packs. you walked back to your husband and handed some to him. “what happened to being careful?” you teased, putting another pillow under his head as he grunted at the sudden movement. “i was, i just got distracted by a kid. had to rescue him” he answered, placing the ice underneath his eye. “it was either me or him.” you nodded, reaching out for his arm. “what you did was great, but you have to be more careful. especially for the little one” you hummed, rubbing your thumb gently on his skin.

clint nodded, “i will. i talked to fury” he started, trying his best to sit up to do he could see you better. “clint..” you sighed, helping him up carefully. he flashed you a playful smile. “i’m retiring.”

you sat next to him frozen in place, staring at him. “you what? why?”

“because you need me, and so does the baby” he answered, bringing his hand to your stomach. “you love your job” you blinked, he nodded. “i do. but i love the two of your even more. i promised you i wouldn’t go anywhere, so here i am fulfilling my promise”

you wrapped your arms around him gingerly. “thank you.” your voice came out as a whisper, clint started rubbing your back softly. “mhm” he hummed, kissing your cheek. “this is all i ever wanted”

[ashleybenlove]

Title: Tabloids

Prompt: imagine person a of your polyship is a celebrity, and the paparazzi’s caught pics of them with their different partners

a lot of tabloids write articles about how a is cheating with multiple individuals until a comes forward on their own to clarify that they’re polyamorous, and all their partners know about (and are dating) each other, too

Fandom: How To Train Your Dragon

Pairing: Hiccup/Astrid/Fishlegs/Snotlout/Ruffnut/Tuffnut (polyamorous gang)

Word Count: 1366

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Slurs, commentary on the media/paparazzi

Disclaimer: I don’t own the source material in this fanfic. That’s to whatever company or person owns it. I would never claim to own it.

Notes: There are probable influences from fandom and whatnot in this story. This was written for @polyshipprompts’ polyship week. I used the following prompt which is reprinted above. This story is a modern AU and it is loosely based off of my experiences of playing The Sims 4 with the Dragon Riders. My tag for that is ashleybenlove Sims the Dragon Riders. This is also on AO3.

And it is under the read more.

     Astrid growled. Just going to the supermarket to buy groceries meant she was confronted with the tabloid fodder that was currently proclaiming how she was cheating on one of her partners with four other people. Right there, as she was trying to check out. What trash! Not wanting to take it out on the retail clerk who had nothing to do with the tabloid’s contents, Astrid took a deep breath before she completed her transaction.

 It bothered her immensely to see those telephoto shots of her on a date with one of her partners, or kissing them, and then seeing a headline that said, “Trouble in Paradise?” or “Astrid Cheats Repeatedly!!!” or “Astrid Has Multiple Affairs!” or some other version of a clickbait title except with magazines.

 Maybe she should have Fishlegs shop for groceries. He was fantastic at this sort of thing.

 She could have stayed at home, cuddling with some of them. It was much preferable than being confronted by incredibly judgmental and highly inaccurate nonsense.

 At least all her partners knew it was garbage.  

 They knew the truth, and ultimately, that was most important.

 But… ugh, she didn’t want to be seen as a cheater, because it was categorically wrong.

 Plus, as a celebrity, she had to maintain a certain reputation, and unfortunately, she was beholden to public opinion in the way that only famous people are. And given that she used multiple social media accounts, she had to deal with that as well.

 She was currently ignoring her social media accounts.

      “How was grocery shopping?” Fishlegs asked, later, as everyone worked to get their groceries put away.

 “Fine. It would have been great except for tabloids!” Astrid exclaimed. “You were right, you should have gone instead.”

 “I don’t take pleasure in being right about that,” Fishlegs said.

 She probably would have kissed him or he probably would have kissed her if they didn’t have bags full of groceries in their arms.

 “You didn’t run into any paparazzi?” Hiccup asked, putting away various canned food items.

 “I’d be happy to punch some for you,” Snotlout said, sticking various frozen meat items in the freezer.

 “Same!” Ruffnut exclaimed. “I’m always willing to fight paparazzi.”

 “Yes, I certainly saw some inside and outside the store, but I don’t think it’d be good publicity if my partners fought the paparazzi,” Astrid said. She released a sigh.

 “We could always flip the bird on our dates,” Ruffnut said.

 “Flipping the bird!” Tuffnut exclaimed.

 “Or yell at Internet commenters,” Snotlout said.

 “Oh, let me guess, the Internet’s talking about my love life too?” Astrid said. She growled. She did not want to deal with that. Far too overwhelming. The Internet could be overwhelming for anyone, but for a famous person? Even more so.

 Once the groceries were put away, Astrid sat on their lovely large couch, and was surrounded by her partners.

 Astrid sighed happily, snuggling close to them. She felt calm and safe and her worries drifted away.

 This was short-lived.

      Whoops.

 Checking her email was not fun. Ugh.

 She didn’t want to deal with this.

 She was tired of the assumption of cheating.

 And the way people treated women who they assumed were cheating really made her furious.

 She yelled at her computer.

 She wanted to take her computer mouse and throw it at the wall, letting it shatter—

 “Astrid, Internet blackout, remember!” Fishlegs shouted from another room.

 “They’re being misogynistic!” she exclaimed. “And they’re wrong!”

 A few moments later, Fishlegs entered the room she was in, and gently moved his hand to indicate to come with him.

 “Let’s go meditate, hmm?” Fishlegs asked in a calming, soothing voice.

 “I don’t want to meditate; I want to yell at people on the Internet!” Astrid exclaimed.

 “That’s not gonna help, you know that?” Fishlegs said softly. “Come on, we’ll all meditate together. It’ll be nice and soothing.”

 And it was.

 And it provided help to her situation because she realized she had a simple solution to it.

 Considering that she lived in a world where celebrities, such as herself, had social media accounts where they could sound off on their topic of choice, usually to promote their work and to interact with fans.

 She could easily just… come out with the actual truth, instead of letting the tabloids say whatever they want. She was allowed to do that. She would talk to her partners about it first, obviously. Just to make sure no one was outed without their consent.

 Thus, while they were relaxing together, she said, “So, I’ve been thinking about this whole… the tabloids and such think I’m a cheating whore situation.”

 There was definite negative reaction to the slur.

 “Yes, I know they’re misogynist jerks,” Astrid said. “Moving on. I think the best course of action would be if I released a statement, written or video, that is me saying: actually, I am a polyamorous person, and those five people? They’re all my partners. It’s all above-board, they all know about each other, and are dating each other as well. The twins are not dating each other, obvi, blah blah blah.”

 She saw Hiccup in particular nod in response, clearly thinking it made sense. Fishlegs looked to be thinking.

 “I won’t do it unless you all agree,” Astrid said.

 “No pressure,” Ruffnut said, in a teasing, joking tone. She paused and then added, “But all joking aside, I agree with you doing that.”

 “Same, actually,” Tuffnut said.

 “Yeah,” Snotlout said. “Do it.”

 “It’s bothering you, I think it might make you feel better, so I think you should do it,” Fishlegs said. He looked over to Hiccup.

 They all did.

 “I have no problems with it. You should do it. And I definitely agree with Fishlegs. It might make you feel better,” Hiccup said.

 “And I think we’re all in agreement that we want you to feel better,” Fishlegs said. He smiled at her.

 They all smiled at her, in that way that made her feel so loved five times over.

       As a result, Astrid took some time to write out a statement. The statement was meant to be a statement that could be used with or without a video complement. Whilst she definitely had some strong opinions about the media and the press (especially paparazzi), she avoided spending much time on addressing them, since their behavior was generally unlikely to change. She already had a good idea of the media’s response.

 “Astrid Hofferson Breaks Silence!”

 They did that a lot. Especially in the wake of celebrity deaths and responses of celebrities to that death.

 Once she had prepared a statement that she felt was satisfactory she had her partners read it so they could give her any feedback they might have had.

 And once she was fully satisfied with that statement, she set it aside and put it where she could reference it while she made a video.

 “A lot has been written recently about my romantic life. Which, despite the fact that I am a very famous person, I still have a right to privacy. But I still would like to clarify some things, as what has been written is wrong. So, those five people I’ve been seen kissing in paparazzi photos? Those are all my romantic partners. My name is Astrid Hofferson and I am polyamorous. These five people all know about each other, and with the exception of the set of twins I am dating, also date each other. So that’s about the sum of that.”

 Included in her statement was a brief description of polyamory from the Internet, complete with a source so that people who didn’t really understand it could do research on their own. In addition to that, she had hired a professional photographer to take some great photographs of her and her partners, together, smiling and happy. The main purpose of the photo session was to share pictures of her partners and herself on her social media platforms but the gang was incredibly happy and excited with the work the photographer did, that they made sure to get framed versions of the photos to hang in their home and digital versions to keep in their phones.

[wombtangclanaz]

“Not everyone can be Russ”

So I’m not really sure where to start a whole ass blog but since my rants are constantly triggered by random content I see, I'm gonna stick to what I know and not try to psych myself out and delay this blog further. So we’ll jump right in. I have to shoutout Kato on the Track for always validating the things I think I'm learning on my own, and for packaging those lessons into words that make sense and that I can share with others. If you’re not familiar with Kato, Dame Mec, DJ Pain, Sound Advice, Music Entrepreneur Club and so many other local platforms/people of the sort, you really playin yourself,  PERIODT. These guys really care about layin it out for you in a meaningful way which takes a lot of work. so WATCH AND LISTEN.  So, between yesterday and today, Kato posted a few short videos talking about the subjects we are about to explore. Until I can figure out how to attach said videos, go watch them on IG @katoproducer. The one posted today is titled “Not everyone can be Russ” and I feel that on SUCH a spiritual level. If you’re familiar with Russ at all, you can probably kinda guess what this is about. For those not familiar, Russ is a rapper/song writer/producer/author etc etc etc. who has gained some big recognition for his blueprint as an “independent” artist. I personally don't really listen to Russ or closely follow his career, however his relevance in the industry is undeniable. if you watch any interview with Russ, its clear he's garnered fame by figuring out how to be an independent powerhouse, more or less. (Admittedly, the technical “BUSINESS” side of the industry is still something I lack a lot of knowledge in cause it involves politics that can be annoying, however I'm always tryna find people to teach me more things. If this is you, tap inwardly) But basically, the point Kato is trying to make is that its not necessarily better to be doing EVERYTHING yourself with zero out-sourcing/collaboration. We see this A LOT on applications for Tucson Hip Hop Festival (shoutout THHF fam I love you guys) It seems like young artists are quick to tell us about how they rap AND PRODUCER/WRITE/RECORD/ENGINEER all their own music in their closet. it seems to be a point made to try to impress, when really it can be a red flag. This might be just my opinion, however I have a lot of conversations about this with the mentors I keep close to me and they seem to share my sentiments. The problem with doing EVERYTHING yourself is that it can quickly create a “master of none” situation. The beautiful part of todays music industry is that the technology to do the basic things yourself and is mostly free and at your fingertips. Every kid with an iphone5 can make a rap song. This is one of the reasons that hip hip is one of the most popular genres in the world right now. With popularity comes intense levels of over-saturation. You have to focus your talents and efforts and TIME. If you’re a rapper SLASH producer, ask yourself which one you're more passionate about, which one would be devastating to leave behind? Now, this doesn't mean you’re forever disqualified from making beats in the future or trying your hand at rapping. I think a big factor in a hip hop career these days is TIMING. Take note that Russ released 11 albums and 87 singles CONSECUATIVELY AND FREE OF CHARGE before he really got meaningful recognition with Soundcloud. Not to mention the fact that producers and DJ’s are more recognized and showcased as separate entities, locally and nationally. A big reason is the fact that social media made branding so easy and mostly free. Now, if you’re someone who just likes to experiment and create music and try your hand at rapping, DO NOT LET ME DISCOURAGE YOU. Everyones gotta figure things out, its important that you’re exploring and creating DESPITE everything. Consistency is key. Do not let me dictate your dreams. HOWEVER, if you're looking to take the next step and actually pursue a career, this is advice you may want to take to heart. It sounds counter-intuitive but the best way to gain success as an INDEPENDENT artist is COLLABORATION WITH YOUR PEERS. Another point Kato makes is how up-and-coming rappers are immediately trying to work with artists or entities 3-4 steps ahead of them. Theres many rappers who try to afford themselves the PRIVILEGE of skipping necessary steps in their career. Most notably the LOCAL step. I see so many rappers following this romanticized narrative of being an INDEPENDANT artist, fuck a label got it out the dirt do it all on my own yadda yadda, but are so quick to bash or dismiss their local scene that they have yet to even explore, all the while on social media spamming every single major record label and tagging every legendary rapper they can think of in every single irrelevant thing they post. I can't make any sense of that honestly. I CONSTANTLYYYYYYY have kids reaching out to me sayin they wanna legitimize their local scene, PUT ON for their city, put their state ON THE MAP, help build their community, PUSH THE CULTURE, be socially active and change lives etc etc etc. and have never been to a SINGLE local event (even as a supporter), can't name a SINGLE leader or influential person in their hip hop community or a SINGLE local rapper they admire(who aren't just one of their homies).  I LOVE that energy and passion. but without the KNOWLEDGE of what's going on around you, and the people laying down the roadwork for you, you look low-key disrespectful and very under informed. I mean, this is quite literally the bane of my existence. If you're involved in organizing shows or events or platforms on any level, you know how many people will hit you up to be on every single show/festival but HAVE not and WILL not ever attend or support otherwise. I'm sorry but there's no other way around it. I can speak for the whole state when I say that there are locally conscience artists that quite literally “put on” for their community every weekend and have for years and years. if you message me on IG for coverage on my platform and we have 2 mutual friends, THATS A HUGE RED FLAG. There are many experienced and talented people around you who want nothing more than to provide opportunities and support to pass the torch to the next generation. Its okay to reach out for support and ask for help as long as you’re worthy of it. Dame Mec always says that if you’re reaching out to someone ASKING for something (no matter how small) you gotta make sure you’re working JUST as hard or ALMOST as hard as the people you’re reaching out to. “CLOUT” does not exist if you’re actually worthy of the support, it just comes and it lasts longer. Building in your local scene can really boost the longevity of your career and helps you find “success” in unexpected places. And maybe i’m the one romanticizing now, but asking for something should not be your first contact with said person. Your local networking, knowledge and SUPPORT OF OTHERS should not come solely from YOUR OWN desire for success, wealth or influence. It should come from your utter love and uncompromising passion for HIP HOP and every avenue of culture that goes along with it. You should already be attending hip hop events and having hip hop experiences, not because you decide you're a rapper one day, but because its the thing you enjoy the most and absolutely cannot see your life without it. Sometimes I let myself get annoyed by the lack of knowledge and lack of willingness to learn that I see plaguing hip hop today and I always remember what one of my homies/mentors always says when I wanna talk shit; “their heart just isn't in it” (Pike obvi) and that's just so damn true. If your heart isn't in it, everyone around you is gonna figure that out way before you do. Don't let your ego ruin your career before you even have one

[turtlegotmy-leg]

Let’s Be Gay Together

Holy balls I’m bad at titles.... anyway!

Summary: Patton helps Roman to talk to his crush, only to learn that he’s on the receiving end. Can they make it work?

Warnings: general anxious feelings, feelings of being overwhelmed, gay panic. Let me know if I’ve missed something or was unclear!

Pairings: Royality (obvi)

Ah I wrote this at midnight and have not read it over, but I really hope you enjoy!!

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Patton scrolled ainlessly at his phone. He was just sitting in his living room on the couch, watching as his friend, and long time crush, Roman Sanders, talked about how he should confess to his crush over his social media. People were interacting with him, giving him ideas and such, and Patton was too. Sure, he was terrified of Roman choosing anyone else on the platform or even in real life (probably platform considering it was mid summer and school was long out), but Patton loved Roman, and his happiness would always be worth it. Besides, maybe it is possible that it’s him RoRo is talking about.

Romans account had been silent for about 30 minutes, Patton having been playing WordCrush in the meantime, when he received a text message, startling him. He panicked a little bit as the message simply read; “Fuck it”.

He hurriedly switched apps to answer and help, watching ad Romans texts came flooding in.

“Patton,”

“I like you”

“In the romantic sense, I mean.”

“I couldn’t think of a good way to say it and I didn’t want to lose the confidence to tell you.”

“So yeah...”

Patton stared as he finished. He didn’t read it twice — he didn’t have to. Roman likes him. His face burned, it felt tingly, it felt hot. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know to do. This has never happened before! Up until meeting Roman, Patton had thought he was aromantic. Now, his first ever crush liked him back! What was he supposed to do??

Despite living alone, Patton booked it to solitude. He barricaded himself in his bathroom, slid down the door, and held his hands up to type. Only, he couldn’t press any buttons. His hands were shaking, his nerves were going to burst, he wanted to cry, but he had to text back! Roman knows he’s seen the messages, his phone would read “read”.

Patton took a deep, yet unsteady, breath. He wrote back;

“Me too.”

However, that was unbelievably vague and undesirable, so he pushed to keep going.

“I like you too.” But now, Patton didn’t know a single thing about actually being in a relationship. Is this where it starts? Do they just jump in? Is he supposed to say everything and anything that he feels?? He must do, because everyone says that that’s the trust aspect of a relationship, that it means they trust each other with their thoughts and don’t need to hold anything back because the other will be responsive. Right??

So Patton follows his impulses and keeps typing.

“I can’t believe this is happening.”

“Holy mackrale.”

“This is so new to me I’m so sorry if I do something bad.”

“Oh my gosh.”

And everything in between. Patton’s fingers flew across the screen as he typed out all of his thoughts, everything he was feeling. Although, before he was nearly close to finishing all he wanted— had to say, Roman began to type. The three dots appeared and Patton froze, suddenly terrified that he had gone overboard. Oh no, what if Roman realizes he’s made a mistake? What if he noticed that Patton is not a good companion based off their first romantic (does this count yet?) interaction? His hearts skips a beat as the message sends.

“It’s alright, Patton. I totally get it. This is new to you, but we’ll be alright. You’ll be fine.”

“I’m actually pretty nervous myself haha.”

Patton smiles, though he still doesn’t know what to say. Is that it? They’ve worked this out, admitted their feelings, and now they date? Is that right? Patton can’t be sure, but he doesn’t want the conversation to die.

“What if I mess up?”

“I’ve never had a crush before”

“I don’t know how any of this works.”

He waits patiently, oh so patiently, for a reply. It’s quick, but it feels long, as if Roman had written it three different times to get a desirable answer.

“I know. But I’ll be here the whole time. I can help you. It’s okay.”

Again, Patton lets a grin slip into his face as he nods a small nod.

“Okay.” And now, since the shock has worn out, Patton takes a moment to breathe. He still has many, many questions, but it feels a bit too extreme to dump them all out right now, especially to someone who seems so experienced.

But at this point, in this moment, he can’t wait for summer to be over.

[ellie-bee242]

Money Make Her $mile - Part 3

ALRIGHT. SO. IT’S CURRENTLY 7 AM. I DON’T REMEMBER ANY OF THE OPENING NOTES. I DON’T REMEMBER THE PEOPLE TO TAG. I CANT REMEMBER THE HASHTAGS EITHER. RIP ME I GUESS. BUT. TUMBLR’S A HELL-SITE THAT DECIDED NAZIS ARE MORE ACCEPTABLE THAN A GIF OF A GIRL GRINDIN’ ON A BOY FULLY CLOTHED. SO THEY TOOK MY FUCKIN CHAPTER DOWN.

I’m literally only tagging my wifey @wittystiles​ because she is the reason anyone ever got to see this story in the first place.

Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4

Chapter 3: Come Closer

Song rec: All We Do by Trey Songz, Skin by Rihanna The songs play in the story so play this in order if that’s your thing :)

Warnings: Listen, it’s been forever since I read over this chapter. Swearing is a safe bet cause it’s p much a fixture in my fics. Obvi a lap dance. Other than that it’s a surprise for both you and me lmfao. Gif not really related but like. It’s safe per tumblrs new fucked up standards and also Aesthetic so.

Two weeks later, Mitch was still coming into the club to watch Alexis dance. He would drop a minimum of three hundred dollars on her with each performance. Sometimes he’d give her even more. He followed her when one of the other girls asked to switch platforms, hoping to get some of Mitch’s generosity.

Now Alexis was coming back in after having changed shifts with the same girl, who’d been hoping to get Mitch’s attention when Alexis wasn’t present at all.

“Alexis!” The girl snapped the second the brunette had stepped into the dressing room.

“Rose, what’s wrong?” Alexis asked, confused on why she’d taken that tone.

“That guy! He came in while you were gone, and he gave me ones.” The bleached blonde huffed. Alexis frowned in confusion.

“I swear he’s never done that to me.” She promised.

“Maybe he just likes Alexis, and wants to get her attention.” Another girl piped up as she teased her hair at her vanity. Alexis snorted, thinking if only they knew the real reason.

After Rose’s complaint she realized that Mitch was probably trying to buy her continued silence. She refused to acknowledge why the information gave her a twinge of melancholy as she sat down at her vanity and began applying her makeup.

———

The second she stepped out into the main space Bryce caught her arm and tugged her across the room to a long hallway lined with doors.

“Bryce, what the hell?” She demanded.

“You’ve got a private lap dance lined up.” He told her.

“Okay, with who?” She huffed, tugging her arm free and massaging it to get her circulation back.

“That new regular of yours, he’s in room eight. Get in there and make sure we both get a good tip.” He pushed her down the hall when she didn’t immediately move.

“Uh-...” She hesitated. “The cameras are on right?” She asked.

“Of course they’re on. Now go. Make him happy because happy people blow more money.” Bryce huffed. Alexis sent him a quick glare before hesitantly opening the door and slipping inside room 8. She turned to face the room once the door was closed and locked, ensuring that no one accidentally stumbled in and disturbed them.

Mitch was standing casually in the middle of the room with his back to her, his form dressed in an all black suit, glancing around as if he was only politely interested in his surroundings. He turned when she cleared her throat, effectively getting his attention.

“Have a seat on the chair.” She directed as she walked over to queue a song up on the digital stereo that was built into the wall. The leather padding on the glorified folding chair made unpleasant noises as Mitch sat down on it, and when she glanced back she found him spread on it as if he was perfectly at home, his posture lax, his knees spread to each side of the chair, but his hands were obediently resting against the back legs of the small chair, since he wasn’t allowed to touch her unless she said so. “Comfortable?” She asked.

“As I can be, yes.” He nodded, leaning his torso back to rest against the back of the chair. She nodded and pressed play on the music before making her way over to him as her song of choice began flooding the room with its enticing beat.

She stood in front of him and softly placed her hands on his shoulders for support as she moved her legs to straddle one of his thighs. She started off with a slow grind, swirling her hips back and forth while her hands moved from his shoulders down to his chest. She settled her hands against his ribs underneath the suit coat, her fingers feeling the heat of his skin through the thin material of his black dress shirt as she all but rode his thigh.

She felt his eyes on her and ignored them as best she could, keeping her gaze down, her eyes half lidded as she stared at her hands on him. She had to move to hold his upper arms when they inched forward after a particularly hard rotation of her hips that brought her leg brushing up against his groin. He huffed out a breath, probably in annoyance over being reminded of his restrictions, and she stood up before flipping around so her back was to him, her legs on either side of his other thigh. She settled back down on him and pulled her hair from her back so he had an unobstructed view as her ass wiggled teasingly close to his hips but didn’t quite touch.

The smallest sound, not quite a groan but close, floated to her ears and she felt a small smirk steal across her lips, feeling powerful with the control she held over him in that moment.

She leaned her back up against his chest, consequently pushing her chest out for his viewing pleasure, and snaked a hand up around the back of his neck and into his hair. The position brought her backside in direct contact with his crotch and she bit her lip against the urge to smile at feeling his hard length pressing up against her.

Normally she’d be annoyed, counting the seconds and waiting for the blissful moment when the dance would be over and she could be paid, but Mitch wasn’t her usual type of customer. He wasn’t fat, balding, and sweaty, eagerly waiting and hoping that she’d allow him to put his hands all over her. He was built with lean muscle, unnervingly attractive, and poised in the way that a lion was as he coiled waiting for his chance to pounce. He had a predatory danger in the air about him and it thrilled Alexis as much as it scared her.

Her head leaned back against his shoulder and her eyes opened, unsure of when she had closed them, but remained hooded as she met his focused stare. His honey eyes were dark, whether from the dim lighting in the room or his arousal she couldn’t puzzle out, and his looked at her as if waiting. She didn’t know if it was that anticipating look or what, but she found herself turning her head and speaking into his ear.

“Feel free to touch me, if you’d like.” She breathed. His hand met the outside of her left leg, his touch almost hesitant as his fingers curled into the soft skin lightly and his palm dragged up higher. When she closed her eyes and hummed at the warm feeling he allowed his other hand to grab at her hip, his pinky finger dipping just under the edge of her metallic black shorts.

“Where am I allowed to touch?” His low voice asked against her ear.

“I’ll tell you if I don’t like where your hands wander.” She promised. With that open ended consent his touch began to roam across her exposed skin, looking for his boundaries.

He didn’t meet them, even when his fingers moved across her leg to her inner thigh, gripping and pulling her legs open wider. She felt his other hand trail up across her stomach to the bottom of her sternum, and had to withhold a shiver when his fingertips just barely teased their way underneath the fabric in the middle of her metallic black bikini top.

The song was drawing to a close and her grinding slowed, drawing out the feeling until the last note played. She stopped but didn’t immediately stand like she normally would, eager to get away from the client that was usually panting across the back of her neck. Mitch’s hands moved away from their provocative spots and settled on her hips.

“Can I pay for another?” He asked, his voice the epitome of calm even as she felt him twitch through his slacks against her backside.

“If you want, I can give you the second dance now and you can pay after.” She offered, standing up and stepping away from him, mourning the loss of touch as his hands slipped away from her body.

“I would like that, then.” He agreed and she nodded before heading back over to the audio control panel. She selected another song and walked back over.

“Any requests on how you want me?” She asked coyly. He took her hand in his and pulled her forward until she was standing over his thigh again.

“I don’t mind, as long as you’re facing me.” He smirked, watching her settle herself along his leg. “Can I still touch you?” He asked as he released her hand.

“If you’d like.” She shrugged, acting aloof. His hands moved to rest against her hips, loosely holding her as the new song started up and she resumed the grinding rotation of her hips against his body. Her rhythm matched perfectly to the music, her hips working over him slowly when the melody dragged out slow and sensual, and then she quickened her pace when the music picked up. She changed position, going from straddling one of his thighs to swinging her leg over his other until her hips were flush against his. She felt him push his hips up the slightest bit and nearly forgot to hold in her groan as she slowly dragged her hips back and forth across him.

Her hands moved along her own body, her fingertips trailing slowly up her ribs before she turned her palms around and began pushing her hands up over her chest to her neck and up into her hair as she leaned her torso back. She came back up with her chest mere inches from his face as her hands landed on his shoulders. Her hair curtained their faces as her fingers snaked up around the back of his neck and wove into his hair. She tugged gently and he tipped his head back in compliance, staring up at her with his now nearly black eyes.

“If you’re here to make sure I’m not talking to anyone about what happened, I promised I wouldn’t tell a single soul and I don’t break promises.” She said just loud enough to be heard over the music. Her mouth opened in an involuntary exhale when his hands slid down over her ass and gripped it tightly, tugging her over him roughly.

“I’m here because I paid for a lap dance, Alexis.” He taunted.

“You know what I meant.” She gave a deliberately firm grind against him and watched his eyelids lower slightly for a second as his jaw clenched before his gaze focused back on her.

“You interest me, Alexis. I want to learn more about you.” He explained earnestly.

“You could have come by and asked me to coffee, Mitch.” She teased. “Then you’d only be blowing four fifty instead of three hundred dollars every night.”

“I couldn’t care less about how much money it would take to entice you, Alexis. And if I’d approached you outside your apartment would you really have agreed to accompany me?” He pointed out.

“I would.” She promised.

“Out of fear.” He clarified. She didn’t deny it and he shook his head. “That’s not what I want from you. I don’t want you to comply with what I want because you’re afraid of telling me ‘no’.” He explained.

“So stalking me at work is a better option?” She snarked before she could stop herself. He simply grinned, happy that she’d revealed a sliver of her true sass to him.

“I’m a paying customer, Alexis.” He smirked.

“Lexi.” She corrected as the song ended. “I prefer Lexi. If you’re going to keep calling me by name.” She added.

“Alright, Lexi.” He agreed, releasing his hold on her body to allow her to get up. She stepped away and fixed the areas of her outfit that had been tugged out of place while Mitch reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He stood and handed her a few bills folded in half. “Thank you for the dance.” He said politely, buttoning his suit coat closed before he turned and left.

It was only once he was gone and she was left alone in the dark room that Lexi realized just how much his touch had affected her, as she felt a dull wanting ache throb from low in her gut.

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< C2 - - C4 >

I’m not gonna re-add tags cause that’s just an annoying waste of time lmfao.

[sesquipunzel]

Act 2 (Backtrack through 251-264)

(I am better understanding the appeal of reading Homestuck liveblogs because now I really wanna go read how other people dealt with this lil reveal.)

So...one thing that didn't occur to me in my many previous Thoughts was that the Vagabond might not be here accidentally — I may have been unduly influenced by knowing them by the name "Wayward Vagabond." They might have been searching for the SBURB bunker precisely so they could interact with the kids/the past; they might even have arrived or been summoned here on this specific day so they can do so. Or they might be the Skaia-survivor I hypothesized, who was out of the bunker running errands, and we joined them as they were coming 'home'. Though the impression that the Vagabond was curious and wary and exploratory and Not At Home was pretty strong, so I dunno. (Also, I would think if they were in on the plot, they'd understand more about John/the game/the lingo.)

But the Vagabond DOES recognize that they can communicate with the boy on the screen, DOES know how to operate the console (simple as it appears to be), DOES know how to read and write and type (although not to turn off the Caps Lock). Which perhaps adds weight to the notion that they were alive/educated in the Before Times?

Also, this console is clearly designed to let someone communicate with those on screen — but Skaianet also clearly had the technology to allow even more extensive interaction, à la John's magic chest on the roof of his house. So why is the connection only via the command line, why not a full suite of SBURB-style fixit tools? It could be an inherent limitation related to: a) the time disjunct, if "years in the future" is true; or b) a place disjunct cos we have no idea where either John or the Vagabond are; or c) an internet disjunct cos we have no friggin clue how their computers are communicating with each other at all (especially since John's house shouldn't even have power). Obvi, the command-line could simply be the default function, and the console is capable of other things that we and the Vagabond don't know about yet, but we shall see.

Because the arrival of the "BOY" Voice coincided with the division of the Kernelsprite and creation of the the Harmesperm, I made an assumption that the Voice was the Sperm's voice (and I imagine I ain't the first). I do speculate that the coinciding wasn't completely coincidental, though.

The first image the Vagabond sees is just after John took the bite of the apple and got his house ozzed to wherever he is now. So I wonder if that's where this mysterious connection between their computers starts — maybe the Vagabond couldn't have watched any of the pre-Meteor stuff in John's house, or interacted with him before then? 

As to HOW the connection started, or whether the ability for them to interact has anything to do with the KERNEL or the SPRITE? On that I have no guesses yet.

One curious thing is why the Vagabond's commands are reaching John as a "voice in his head." John is reporting this to Rose as new and troubling, so he didn't experience the previous reader commands in the same way, even if his "free will" occasionally argued with those commands. I've been told Hussie doesn't use dialogue in his comics, that all information is conveyed through Pesterlogs, command lines, narration, etc. So why did he choose to have the Vagabond's words manifest differently than the other reader commands, and differently from any other form of communication we’ve seen?  I think the most important part is probably John saying “i feel compelled to do these weird things i don't really want to do,” that commands coming from that particular console/place are ones he can’t disobey? 

If those commands had been communicated in a different way (like appearing on John’s devices) it wouldn’t have allowed for confusing the Vagabond's Voice with the SPRITE's, I suppose, and would invite more questioning from John as to who was 'on the other end' of the computer, but still interesting distinctions. 

So — going to re-read from that first "BOY" on page 251, and capture any deeper/revised thoughts along the way.  

Firstly, "the two halves go their separate ways, leaving behind the SPRITE portion" — I see that I misread that the KERNEL was the dual clown-silhouette things and the SPRITE was the mandala-thing left hovering in midair. But I see now the KERNEL was the circular "container" for the clown, i.e, the portion that existed before it was prototyped, and the SPRITE was the now-spermy clown-bit left after the seed-potential-power parts split off to go fulfill whatever that potential is.  (dum dum DOOM!)

On to the weird interactions within the Flash…

Calling John "BOY" reinforced the impression that the Voice didn't know who he was, or much of anything else yet, which made sense if it was a newborn SPRITE. But now it means the Vagabond also doesn't know who John is — just a boy on a screen. So why are they so imperious in the way they talk to John, so sure that John needs to listen and obey?  (How much does Vagga know about why this boy is on this screen at this moment? What do they know about what happened before, or what could/should happen next, for Earth's survivors? And are they friendly or foely to our heroes? Or to Skaianet?)

And who exactly is talking back (in the Green Boxes in the Flash version, or in plain text between black+orange Command Boxes in the non-Flash), calling the Voice a "nincompoop" and "sophomoric?" It seems to be our narrator, the one who used second person to start the story with "Your name is JOHN. As was previously mentioned it is your BIRTHDAY", addressing the character of John for the most part, but also the reader/player in some ways. But to have that narrative voice talking directly to another character is quite strange. (Although much of the response to the rest of the Voice's "EXAMINE"-type commands is back to our familiar narration style.)

"TIER PROTO TYPE THE SPRITE, OR THE THING YOU SAID. DO IT." Again, Vagga seems pretty sure about this being important to do, when they don’t even know the right words to describe it, or know that John can't do it himself.

Weird inconsistencies like not having enough Earth-context to call it a "towel", but enough to call it a "small Persian rug"?  Familiar with "sewing machine" and how big it should be, but not with "totem lathe."

It's not the SPRITE that loathes clowns and harlequins, but the Vagabond.

(Housetrapped is still funny.)

"On the other hand, you would probably benefit from [NANNA's] elderly wisdom now…"

“UGH, NO.”

“So coy. So mysterious."

Twas an odd enough interchange when poking around the Flash the first time, thinking it was the SPRITE talking. But is there an implication here that Vagga knows (and dislikes) NANNA somehow, or the idea of John talking to her?

"A YOUNG STUPID BOY." On what grounds is Vagga judging John stupid?

Regarding the clowns in dad's study, the Voice says "IT HAS A KNIFE. BE ALARMED BY THIS." and "I SEE TREACHERY IN HIS EYES." — rather paranoid, aren't they? Worrisome in a newborn SPRITE, leaning towards interpreting it as inherently suspicious and violent, if not evil. Not really surprising, though, in a post-apocalyptic/post-traumatic wanderer (although it certainly doesn't rule out violent or evil).

Back to the main stream of the story, at 256:  “NOW JOHN. RESPOND TO YOUR FRIEND UNIT.”  Again, Vagga knows the word ‘friend', but not how to use it in a sentence.  (is it because they've never had a friend?? are they a poor lonely, suspicious, violent cinnamon roll…???)

My curiosity about the Voice knowing the contents of the Pesterlog remain — is Vagga actually reading Homestuck, as it were, viewing John's screen/Pesterlog "over his shoulder" the same way we are? Or does the Skaia-built interface allow for more ‘camera angles’ than we have, or other direct access to the content this screen is meant (but by whom?) to show?

The narration on 257 that says "Oh well, you're the boss." has so many implications, doesn't it? But still notes that the commands are "awkwardly worded."

The Vagabond doesn't understand the difference between what John can do and what Rose can do. 

(I just caught up to the fact that when John was fucking around with the Alchemiter, he could only create Perfectly Generic Objects because the dowel he had was Perfectly un-Lathed, with no distinguishing data points. You know how it is, it was all so new and confusing then… cause yeah, I'm WAY less confused now, right?)

But they get a platform built, and again the Narrator and the Voice tussle over commanding John and considering his feelings — the Narrator now seems protective of John, rather than objective. (That is, it has generally seemed objective before now, except in matters of taste and humor.)

The double "==>==>" commands that the Narrator was getting salty about make a lot more sense, imagining the Vagabond flailing at their keyboard.

John sensibly wants to go back inside, away from the aching and windy void, but Vagga says, "NO DON'T DO THAT. HOP OFF THIS LEDGE ON TO THAT CAR."  This is the first time they've really suggested an action they came up with themselves, rather than responding to John mentioning prototyping, or encouraging him to follow Rose's instructions. (I'm not counting all the EXAMINE THIS and DESTROY THAT that helped us explore the Flash-House — those were still essentially passive responses to John's environment.) So I’m thinking that the mail in the car is really important in some way (I mean, I didn’t think it had been placed there as a time-wasting whim — it was the only real plot point of John’s excursion outside the house), which probably means the SBURB host software John can presumably use to rescue others the way Rose-as-host rescued him. (GG’s green gift might be important too but harder to guess how.) But that brings us back to the question of how the Vagabond knows about the software and its significance if they don’t seem to understand the game itself, or even how they know the software’s location in the car.

"==>==>==>==>==>" — and I thought two was impatient!

[hee, the Vagabond's keyboard does have the CAPS LOCK key lit!]

Right-Eo… long post, but more because I had a lot more musings to capture than because there was significant re-interpretation to do over whose Voice it was. Still worth the trip in my book. My blog, I mean.

The Kernelsprite has only actually attempted to communicate twice, right? Once with strange square textury symbols, and then after Harmequin-typing, with assorted Mardi-Grahdy fleurs-de-lis? (Floor Da Lease? Flurry d'Elise? Lorida Fleas? Flour Day Lilies? Stopping now.)

Gonna bet someone in HS fandom tried some pre-empty-ve code-breaking on the comparison between the two, but Ima keep on keepin on, trust that we'll discover what the Sprite is tryin' to say sooner or later in the story.)

Left-Eo then, backtrack completed and Yawnward Ho!

[malice-and-meat]

nobody on this stupid fucking app actually knows what the issues with tik tok are, so i will list them 😌

- unlike other social media, the for you page never ends. you can scroll for days, weeks, or months, and it will never end. it's harder to put your phone down, bc you're always thinking that maybe your next favorite video will be next. it never will, obvi, but scrolling down your timeline in other social media apps, you will eventually find an end where there is no new content.

- the insane amount of extremism. the tik tok algorithm is very good. too good, if you're interested in any kind of political content, you will quickly be radicalized as the algorithm feeds you more and more extremist views. this mixed with the fact that the app is primarily young people and children, is a recipe for disaster.

- tik tok is actively and unapologetically racist, homophobic, transphobic, and ableist. if you exist on the platform as a poc, queer person, or disabled person, doing anything other than silly little dances or acting as inspiration porn, you will be regularly banned from posting. this affects people with 100 followers and 10million followers just the same.

that's all off the top of my head rn, i'm sure there's WAY more things. i just get annoyed when people criticize tik tok by saying "video formats are bad!! the children are dancing and i don't understand it!! they have different memes and i don't think they're funny because i'm seeing them out of context!!!" when there are very real and very harmful things wrong with the app.

i feel like to actually criticize tik tok, you need to understand the culture of the app. if you don't, you wind up comparing it to other social media websites. you cant. i see people say that tik tok is bad because hashtags work differently than on tumblr? or that you cant follow specific tops like on reddit?? the outsider reactions to tik tok is very strange.

[bewitching-elizabeth-olsen]

Press: Elizabeth Olsen does double duty in 'Wind River' and 'Ingrid Goes West'

  LA TIMES – Room 64 at the Chateau Marmont is possibly the most Instagrammable spot in L.A. Its wrap-around terrace is suspended just below the homes built into the Hollywood Hills, tiny glass boxes that form their own constellation when night falls. Rumor has it Howard Hughes once lived in this two-bedroom penthouse, spying on girls at the pool below, decades before Lindsay Lohan and Lady Gaga crashed here for a slumber party.

  Today, however, it is home to the actress Elizabeth Olsen, who has arrived at the hotel with a team of people to help beautify her. High-heeled sandals are lined up on a desk. There are multiple pieces of luggage containing makeup kits. She is wearing borrowed diamonds on her fingers, paging through the room service menu, from which she can order whatever she would like.

  It’s a scene, no doubt, that would incite lust among her half-a-million Instagram followers. But she doesn’t feel like she knows how to do the setting justice. Just this morning, she attempted to photograph her breakfast, but then ended up deleting the image in haste.

  “I’m bad at it,” she says. “I’m bad at the lighting. I’m bad at the framing. I’m bad at the editing. When I look at my food, it looks pretty. When I look at it on a phone, it looks not pretty.”

  This is not a problem that her character in “Ingrid Goes West” would have. In the dark comedy — one of two films the 28-year-old is starring in this August — Olsen plays Taylor Sloane, a social media influencer who has established a reputation as the quintessential California cool girl. She tools around in a vintage Mercedes, is perennially reading Joan Didion’s “The White Album” and spends her weekends at a Joshua Tree abode. When she photographs her breakfast — avocado toast, obvi — it always looks pretty.

  Matt Spicer, who directed the film, felt certain that Olsen could embody this kind of aspirational figure. Sure, he was a fan of her acting, but he’d also noticed how often she popped up on best-dressed lists. She also had proximity to the style world via her sisters, the twins Mary-Kate and Ashley, who run two of their own fashion lines.

  “She has a natural charm and likability to her, which isn’t something you can really teach,” he says. “She’s one of those girls that other girls look up to. Since we did the movie, I think I’ve gained 1,000 Instagram followers that are just Lizzie fan accounts.”

  And for the most part, it appears that those fans gravitate to Olsen due to who she is off-screen. Even though she’s been part of the hugely popular Marvel universe for two years — playing the reality-altering Scarlet Witch in “The Avengers” and “Captain America” films — most headlines about her still tend to relate to her style choices. A quick Google search of her name turns up five Daily Mail articles from July alone, nearly all centered on her clothing.

  But Olsen has been steadily building up a respectable film resume since emerging as an “it girl” at the Sundance Film Festival in 2011, where her performance in “Martha Marcy May Marlene” signaled the arrival of a formidable new young Hollywood talent. A couple years later, she completed her acting studies at New York University’s Tisch School of the Arts and began taking roles in movies from bigger filmmakers, including Spike Lee (“Old Boy”) and Gareth Edwards (“Godzilla”).

  Then Marvel came calling — a huge coup for Olsen, who grew up watching action-heavy flicks from the Indiana Jones and James Bond series with her father in Toluca Lake. But participating in the superhero franchise has also meant turning down a number of projects that could have shown off more of her acting ability — including a role in Yorgos Lanthimos’ critically acclaimed “The Lobster.”

  “There have been things more in line with the career arc I’d like to create that I had to turn down due to scheduling conflicts,” she explains. “You want to create a personal canon.”

  That’s what she’s hoping to bolster this month with “Ingrid Goes West” (Aug. 11) and “Wind River,” which debuts Aug. 4. The two movies, to put it mildly, are incredibly different. “Wind River,” which earned filmmaker Taylor Sheridan the top directing prize in the Cannes Film Festival’s Un Certain Regard section in May, is a dark murder mystery. Olsen stars opposite her “Avengers” co-star Jeremy Renner as a rookie FBI agent sent to Wyoming to investigate the death of a local woman on a remote Native American reservation.

  The role would require the actress to train with a veteran law enforcement officer and learn how to shoot a gun — opportunities she relished. She was more worried about flying to Park City, Utah, for production, because she hates the cold and high altitude.

  “So I bold-faced lied to her and said, ‘We’re not shooting high and it’s not cold there,’” Sheridan recalls with a laugh. “I knew it would be, which was one of the things I loved about it — you can see it on her face in the movie that she really doesn’t like the cold. But she overcame it.”

  The director, who nabbed an Oscar nomination for writing “Hell or High Water” and also scripted “Wind River,” cast Olsen long before Renner. He says he wanted her from the “very, very, very beginning” because he responded to an “essence of confidence” she exuded — a certain kind of toughness. “There’s a blue collar element to her, which I mean as a compliment,” he explains. “That’s how grounded she is, and maybe it’s because she grew up with [Hollywood], she’s able to see it for what it is.”

  Renner, who plays a local U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service agent who takes Olsen’s character under his wing, admits he put off reading Sheridan’s script for months. (Chris Pine was originally cast in the role.) Eventually, the actor decided to sign onto the film because he wanted “to work with Lizzie in a different way — in a real way.”

  “Here, I got to observe somebody working in a very different capacity — with more emotional intelligence, not just being in a costume and the whole thing,” the actor says. “She had to be pretty bad-ass with a handgun, I’ll tell you what — and that’s coming from a guy who knows how to use a lot of weapons.”

  “Ingrid Goes West,” of course, didn’t require quite as much prep — though Olsen did start a secret Instagram account, following women like lifestyle guru Jenni Kayne, fashion blogger Aimee Song and Who What Wear founder Hillary Kerr for inspiration. Spicer encouraged her to start posting her own photographs, which she did: one of a crusty baguette with dipping oil, another of some Diptyque candles. (“Those first ones were a little bumpy,” the director says with a laugh. “Like, food that doesn’t quite look as appetizing as it should, or sunsets. Very obvious starter photos.”)

  Then, this winter, Olsen decided to bite the bullet and start her own public page.

  “I decided to join because I realized I was only taking something away from myself,” she explains. “It’s so funny that people like to pretend that they’re maybe or maybe not getting paid to post something. Financially, it’s a brilliant opportunity. Like, I’d really love to be a brand ambassador. I’d love to do a campaign. I think sometimes working with brands or different cosmetic companies — that can help people recognize your face and then they go see your movies. I was only hurting my opportunities by not participating.”

  While some young Oscar winners like Jennifer Lawrence and Emma Stone have held out on joining the platform, it has increasingly become commonplace for even serious actor types — Anne Hathaway, Brie Larson, Shailene Woodley — to open up on social media. Before, Olsen says, she was “being old-school about it” — something she learned from her sisters, who she acknowledges are “notoriously private people.” But even they supported her launching an Instagram account. And besides, she’s not good at being “super mysterious.” She’s too chatty for that. Plus, there are plenty of accounts she wants to keep stalking.

  “There are so many times I’ve seen a picture and thought, ‘Oh, God, how do they make those flower arrangements look so great all the time?’” says Olsen, who recently bought her first home in L.A. and is decorating it with an aesthetic she describes as Diane Keaton’s Hamptons beach house in “Something’s Gotta Give.” “Or: ‘How expensive are those chairs I’m looking at on Pinterest? Did they find them at some place I’ve never heard of? How do you have that kind of eye?’”

  The rest of the photoshoot is posted in the gallery.

    Gallery Link:

Studio Photoshoots > 2017 > Session 017

  Press: Elizabeth Olsen does double duty in ‘Wind River’ and ‘Ingrid Goes West’ was originally published on Elizabeth Olsen Source • Your source for everything Elizabeth Olsen

[shoutwiththedevil]

I think an ace costume is doable. You could just buy a black dress or something and decorate it with a bunch of silver accessories (belts, ribbons, pins or buttons, etc.) and wear it with tights and be a female ace lol. Maybe you could find some platform boots in any color and just spray paint them silver? And the makeup you could do by following tutorials on youtube and you wouldn't need to change your hair. Obviously it won't look Super Amazing And Authentic but I think you would look cute!

I think I’ll do it next year since all the parties I’m going to are this weekend. It’s always something I’ve really wanted to do, but I’d want it to be genuine, you know? With enough time and planning, I would love to do Ace’s Destroyer costume (with a cute skirt so I can show off my tattoo obvi). The one that’s decked out in rhinestone comets and stars and stuff. I love that one. And I know people sell the boots, so I can just buy those. It’s something I’d really want to do aaaggh.

[imperfectjulicia]

1: How tall or short do you wish you were? 5′6 2: What’s your dream pet? (Real or not) Octopus (; 3: Do you have a favorite clothing style? Grungy or punk 4: What was your favorite video game growing up? Pokemon All the way 5: What three things/people do you think of most each day: Austin <3, Going home and food 100% 6: If you had a warning label, what would yours say? Warning: Emotional on the inside bitch on the outside 8: What is your Greek personality type? [Sanguine, Phlegmatic, Choleric, or Melancholic] Have no clue... 9: Are you ticklish? Anywhere and everywhere 10: Are you allergic to anything? Frozen strawberries  11: What’s your sexuality? Demi-sexual 12: Do you prefer tea, coffee, or cocoa? Tea or Cocoa 13: Are you a cat or dog person? All animals the fuq 14: Would you rather be a vampire, elf, or merperson? Elf probs 15: Do you have a favorite Youtuber? Markiplier or Jacksepticeye  16: How tall are you? 5′5″ 17: If you had to change your name, what would you change it to? Don’t want to change it, but I guess Luna  18: How much do you weigh? HAHAHAH 19: Do you believe in ghosts/spirits? When you get haunted you believe that shit  20: Do you like space or the ocean more? oh for sure the ocean but I like space a lot  21: Are you religious? Once I have proof 22: Pet peeves? Nail biting and whistling  23: Would you rather be nocturnal or diurnal [opposite of nocturnal]? Nocturnal  24: Favorite constellation? Piscium 25: Favorite star? I don’t know... 26: Do you like ball-jointed dolls? um no? 27: Any phobias or fears? Spiders Clowns Bridges and heights  28: Do you think global warming is real? Sadly yes it is 29: Do you believe in reincarnation? 100%  30: Favorite movie? Probably  31: Do you get scared easily? Oh yeaah  32: How many pets have you own in your lifetime? 6 cats 2 dogs 1 bunny and a shit ton of fish  34: What is a color that calms you? blue 35: Where would you like to travel and/or live? HAWAII 36: Where were you born? Hayward, California 37: What is your eye color? Brown  38: Introvert or extrovert? Both :P 39: Do you believe in horoscopes and zodiacs? Whole heartily  40: Hugs or kisses? Kisses 41: Who is someone you would like to see/visit right now? Austin /:  42: Who is someone you love deeply? Ellis </3 43: Any piercings you want? Nope got enough  44: Do you like tattoos and piercings? Well I hope so since i got a lot of each  45: Do you smoke or have you eiver done so? I smoke daily 46: Talk about your crush, if you have one! He is someone that helps me feel better when my depression kicks in. He tells me about shit he’s done and it turns me on haha  47: What is a sound you really hate? Whistling  48: A sound you really love? Babys laugh  49: Can you do a backflip? HAHAHA no 50: Can you do the splits? Use to be able to  51: Favorite actor and/or actress?  52: Favorite movie? 53: How are you feeling right now? Tired and Depressed 54: What color would you like your hair to be right now? Teal <3 55: When did you feel happiest? When I lay in his arms  56: Something that calms you down? Cigarettes  57: Have any mental disorders? A couple..  58: What does your URL mean? Um i dont know really 59: What three words describe you the most? Emotional, tired, and friendly 60: Do you believe in evolution? obvi 61: What makes you unfollow a blog? Racist or plain rude blogs  62: What makes you follow a blog? Funny blogs  63: Favorite kind of person: Nice and funny  64: Favorite animal(s): Elephants and octopus if i had to pick  65: Name three of your favorite blogs.  succeeding ,  ruinedchildhood , and my bae  re-poet  66: Favorite emoticon: the upside down smilie face 67: Favorite meme: Joe Biden ones  68: What is your MBTI personality type? INFP 69: What is your star sign? Pisces  70: Can your dog roll over on command, if you have a dog? One can yes 71: What outfit out of all your clothes do you like to wear the most?Black Skinny jeans a long shirt and my boots 73: Do you have platform shoes? Nope 74: What is one random but interesting fact about yourself? Ive been to more schools than fingers on my hands  75: Can you do a front flip? Haha No 76: Do you like birds? Domestic ones yeah  77: Do you like to swim? Love it <3 78: Is swimming or ice skating more fun to you? Equal  79: Something you wish didn’t exist: Criminals 80: Some thing you wish did exist: Good People 81: Piercings you have? Have 7 2 lip, Gauges (1/2), Cartilage, Septum, Eyebrow, and tongue :P  82: Something you really enjoy doing: Smoking that good good Haha 83: Favorite person to talk to: Austin <3 84: What was your first impression of Tumblr? This is dope!!!! 85: How many followers do you have? 95.... 86: Can you run a mile within ten minutes? Done it once!!! 87: Do your socks always match? Lately yes but thats  cause i bought a new pack with just white ones 88: Can you touch your toes and keep your legs straight completely? Yes  89: What are your birthstones?  Amethyst 90: If you were an animal, which one would you be? Elephant  91: If a flower could aesthetically represent you, what kind would it be? Tulip  92: A store you hate? Abercrombie & Fitch   93: How many cups of coffee can you drink in one day? 0 I hate coffee  94: Would you rather be able to fly or read minds? Read Minds  95: Do you like to wear camo? Nope  96: Winter or summer? Fall  97: How long can you hold your breath for? a minute maybe  98: Least favorite person? Donald Trump  99: Someone you look up to: My mom or P!nk 100: A store you love? Zumiez  101: Favorite type of shoes Jordans  102: Where do you live? Washington State  103: Are you a vegetarian or vegan? If so, why? Was at one point but got super sick.  104: What is your favorite mineral or gem? My birthstone  105: Do you drink milk? When it was with cereal  106: Do you like bugs? Nope 107: Do you like spiders? Not even one bit 108: Something you get paranoid about? My future  109: Can you draw: I like to think so  110: Nosiest question you have ever been asked? Anything sexual  111: A question you hate being asked? Anything sexual haha  112: Ever been bitten by a spider? Yup in the bathtub... 113: Do you like the sound of waves at the beach? Love <3 114: Do you prefer cloudy or sunny days? Sunny  115: Someone you’d like to kiss or cuddle right now: Austin <3 116: Favorite cloud type: Full white ones or rain clouds 117: What color do you wish the sky was? Light Purple  118: Do you have freckles? Nope  119: Favorite thing about a person: The way they smile  120: Fruits or vegetables? Fruits  121: Something you want to do right now: Smoke 122: Is the ocean or sky prettier? Ocean  123: Sweet or sour foods? Sour 124: Bright or dim lights? Dim  125: Do you believe in a certain magical creature? Yeah aliens  126: Something you hate about Tumblr: Not enough time  127: Something you love about Tumblr: Community  128: What do you think about the least? School  129: What would you want written on your tombstone? Well That was exciting  130: Who would you like to punch in the face right now? Donald Trump 131: What is something you love but also hate about yourself? Everything  132: Do you smile with your teeth showing for pictures? Depends  133: Computer or TV? TV  134: Do you like roller coasters? Love them  135: Do you get motion sickness or seasickness? Nope thankfully  136: Are your ears lobed or attached? Unattached  137: Do you believe in karma? 100% yes  138: On a scale of 1-10, how attractive would you say you are? 5/ 5.5 139: What nicknames do you have/have had? Oh so many: Jay, Juju, Jumo, Jellybean, Mini me, Jolly, Skittles. 140: Did you have any pretend or imaginary friends? Yup a new one everyday  141: Have you ever seen a therapist/shrink? Nope.  142: Would you say you are a good or bad influence to others? I’ve been told I’m a bad influence  143: Do you prefer giving or receiving gifts/help? Both haha  144: What makes you angry? Donald Trump 145: How many languages do you speak fluently? 2 English and Spanish  146: Do you prefer boys, girls, and/or non-binaries? Guys and slightly girls  147: Are you androgynous? Maybe  148: Favorite physical thing about yourself: My calfs  149: Favorite thing about your personality: Can be funny  150: Name three people you would like to talk to right now in person. Famous? Obama, Abe Lincoln and P!nk  151: If you could go back into time and live in one era, which would you choose? 60′s 152: Do you like BuzzFeed? Kinda  153: How did you meet your spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner? [If you have one.] TINDER!!!!!!!! 154: Do you like to kiss others’ foreheads or hands for platonic reasons? No  155: Do you like to play with others’ hair? Austins yes <3  156: What embarrasses you? Myself  157: Something that makes you nervous/anxious: To much to list  158: Biggest lie you have ever told: I’m not hungry  159: How many people are you following? 118  160: How many posts do you have on your blog(s)?2,583 161: How many drafts do you have on your blog(s)? 0 162: How many likes do you have on your blog(s)?5,600 163: Last time you cried and why:  last saturday I’m an Emotional wreck  164: Do you have long or short hair? short 165: Longest your hair has ever been: to my butt(: 166: Why do you like, dislike, or have neutral feelings about religon? that people use it as an excuse to harm or belittle others >:(  167: Do you really care how the universe and world was created? nope becasuse we are here and thats what really matters  168: Do you like to wear makeup? sometimes  169: Can you stand on your hands or head for more than thirty seconds? nope  170: Did you answer the questions you were asked truthfully? yes i did