#nothing on google pinterest or tumblr

[burymeinblack2022]

leaves gerard’s hotel room looking like this

[sea-jello]

GUYS IM DESPERATE WHERE CAN I FIND THIS THING

DO YOU GUYS KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT

[diseasedcube]

I tried making a pinterest board themed around cutthroat but APPARENTLY the people running pinterest are prudes and don't like gory imagery

[ecogirl2759]

THE MOMENT WE'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR!!!!

Here it is, guys!

The Kiyotaka Ishimaru Mastermind comic from 4コマ KINGS Vol. 4!

SPECIFICALLY CITING THIS SO THAT OTHERS KNOW WHERE TO FIND THIS COMIC!!!

Huge, HUUUUGE thanks to @panicuriprince!!! They helped me with clearing the text, rewording panels and putting everything together! Pages 4, 5, and 6 are her doing! PLEEEASE go send her some love, they REALLY helped me get this done and I literally couldn't have done this without her :D

There's a document below the break with more literal translations for the comic, as well as translation notes, a link to a Google Drive folder with ALL of the pages, and other interesting tidbits! Please give it a read!

The Japanese pages will also be below the break! (As well as a little spiel of mine. It's quite long, so be careful!)

(also please forgive how many tags there are here-)

Remember to read right to left <3

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As promised, here are the Japanese panels:

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AND HERE'S THE DOCUMENT!

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✨ WOW ✨

I can't begin to describe to you all how AMAZING this feels!

I've spent the past 2 years on what felt like a wild goose chase, desperately searching for this one comic that I wasn't even sure existed.

This all started with me finding a photo on Tumblr of this comic and spiraling into this deep dive. First I didn't know if this was even real, then I found out that this comic series had ceased printing, then I couldn't be sure which book it was actually in.

There is literally almost no information out there about the fourth volume of this anthology series. I've said this before and I'll say it again, volumes 1 and 2 both have full translations that you can download off of other websites, and while 3 doesn't seem to have that, there are a lot of separately translated comics floating around out there, namely on Pinterest.

The 4th volume had NOTHING! No matter how hard I searched or how many links I clicked, no one has really said ANYTHING about this book, which was why this specific comic was so hard for me to find.

But I have all of the books now, so I definitely want to do this again for all of them so that people have easy access to these translations. I'll start with book 4 though haha.

Also, I'm not sure who it was, but HUUUUGE thanks to the kind stranger on Ebay who was willing to sent me the whole series!! I literally don't know where I would be right now if these books weren't with me, so thank you <3

Also, thank you to all of my Japanese teachers that I've had throughout the years. If it weren't for them, I wouldn't have been able to understand the comic, haha! One even helped me out in the early stages of this process, so extra thanks to him <3

I feel really passionate about accessible media. I think that everyone should be able to read and find whatever they want. That's part of the reason that I've endeavored on this project. I want everyone to be able to seek out and find these comics if they really want to. And, of course, I want everyone to be able to understand them, too.

So please enjoy this comic! If you'd like to repost it, I'd appreciate being credited just so that others know where they can go to find the full comic.

This one-man project isn't so one-man anymore, and I seriously can't thank everyone who's helped me enough!!! I'm honestly so glad I didn't have to go through this alone <33

ALSO

If you see anything, LITERALLY ANYTHING, that you think I could change/improve (like formatting or different interpretations of the Japanese text), PLEASE shoot me a message!! I want to make sure this comic is as good as it can be, and I'd love to hear your thoughts!

Even if you don't have a suggestion and would just like to reach out to ask a question or something, PLEASE don't be afraid to do that! I know I get really cold feet when sending people asks, so I'm going to reassure everyone who needs to hear it now: You're never going to be a bother to me! I love getting asks! Whenever anyone sends me something, I get really excited <3

So ask questions! Tell me I did a horrible job and got none of the text right! Ask why Ishimaru literally cannot be evil! I don't know the answer, either!

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Thank you all so much for the support and the kind words you've been giving me ever since I first announced I was translating this comic! Your support has been extremely motivating to me! Also, you guys are hilarious with your tags!

Seriously, thank you so much! Words literally can't express how I feel right now, but I guess the best way I could describe it is cathartic. I'm REALLY happy that I finally get to share 2 years worth of work with you guys! You've all been a massive help to me in more ways than one <333

KEEP BEING AWESOME <3

[gaysindistress]

Running from the Daylight - two

pairings: pirate!James “The Scourge of the Sea” Barnes x royal governor's daughter!reader 

Summary: based on this request

Warnings: reader uses She/her/hers pronouns and is AFAB, mentions of the female body/parts, cursing, suggestive sexual content, violence and mentions of death, sexual content (p in v), some dark shit (like I can’t tag it without spoiling it but people get freaky over someone who’s bleeding) I'm actually awful at tagging things but there's smut. for the love of all things holy, do not read if you are a minor.

Word count: 3.6k

part one | my master list

Tag list: @talesofreading

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif, found on google/Pinterest/tumblr. Credits to @boltlightning for the gif on the bottom left & @owenhcrper for the gif on the bottom right

Begging, pleading, and sucking him dry did nothing to convince James that I’ve been ready to take his cock since that first night.

He would be a monster and allow me to believe that he would finally take me only to stop right before it went too far. He would give me hollow reasons like “the sea is too rough,” “you are too tired,” “we don’t have a proper bed and I will not take your maiden hood without one.”

Useless excuse after useless excuse was all I received for months on end. A part of me wondered if he was growing bored but when I confessed this to him, he spent the following several hours between my legs. He lapped and sucked at my core until I was crying and shaking but kept pulling climaxes from me until I very nearly passed out.

I tried to tempt him by wearing thin nightdresses or simply nothing at all but it all failed. I even convinced Natasha to play along with a scheme in which James would just so happen to find us in the middle of fucking but nothing. All he did was sit in his captain’s chair and watch with sharp eyes, occasionally telling us what to do.

Months of pent up frustration finally came to head when we docked in New Providence to replenish our supplies. My father had been overjoyed to see me again but his happy mood was as soiled when he observed the way that James and I were.

“My darling please tell me that he has not ruined you,” my father harshly whispers to me as he pulls me aside.

I gasp in disbelief and rip my arm away from him.

“Excuse me! You are not allowed to ask me such a thing!”

“I am your father, Y/N Stark. It is well within my rights to know if my daughter has been abused by a pirate.”

I catch the watchful eye of James as he’s instructing his crew and he gives me a concerned look. I brush it off and look back to my father.

“Your daughter has not been abused,” I sneer as I spot the Commodore approaching us, “I’ve been kept safe and protected.”

Steve makes a face at my words as he stops beside us but my father seems satisfied. He backs away and nods goodbye to us before retreating back to his fortress.

“You may speak freely with me; has the pirate lord abused you?”

“The only abuse to be had is that what my throat endures from taking his cock every night,” I calmly state before also leaving to find my captain. I don’t wait to hear or see Steve’s reaction but I can feel his piercing stare on my back.

“You said you wouldn’t fuck me until we had a proper bed,” I say lowly as I drop myself onto the canopied bed behind me, “and I think this meets that requirement.”

James narrows his bright eyes at me but doesn’t move from his place leaning against the raging fireplace. It’s odd seeing him look…normal? He’s out of place in this world of luxury and refinement but here in the room that I once called my own, he looks like he belongs. A part of me wishes to pretend that our pasts were different and that he had been the man who proposed to me, yearning for me for years. I wish that time had been kind to him and that it hadn’t stolen his heart and soul. I wish that I could’ve been the one he fell in love with all those years ago so he wouldn’t have had to face that curse. I wish we could delight in being together alone in my room at my father’s estate, a situation I would’ve blushed to even think about a few months ago. I wish we could ignore the reality of who we are and wholly engulf ourselves in the opportunity that presents itself.

“I did say that, didn’t I love?” He muses for a moment, allowing his eyes to trail down my barely covered body. I’d found an even thinner and smaller nightdress to wear for tonight, hoping that it might finally be what breaks him.

Maybe my last wish would come true.

He pushes off the mantle and prowls towards me. As he gets closer, my body starts to burn with anticipation and I inch back to accommodate his imposing stature. James knocks my legs apart with his knee and slots between them as he leans over me. Both hands cup my face and my eyes flutter closed at his warm touch. He dips down to whisper in my ear and chuckles when my breath hitches.

“You need sleep my love.”

I let out a snort, “no I do not. What I need is…”

He interrupts me with a gentle peck and mutters against my lips, “I know what you need and that is sleep.”

James presses another kiss to my lips with a subtle roll of his hips into mine while wearing a wicked smirk. I stick my tongue out at him as he pulls away and waits for me to settle into bed. He finds his place in the huge and ugly arm chair that my mother insisted I needed in front of the fireplace. His hat is sat on the small table beside him and his feet are kicked out in front of himself. Crossing his arms over his chest, James settles himself into the chair as if he’s going to sleep there and I frown at him.

“I can feel you thinking, love,” he quips and although I can’t see his face, I know there’s a smirk.

“Is that where you intend to sleep? In my armchair that I know is most certainly the most uncomfortable piece of furniture in this house?”

His shoulder shrugs and he makes a show of making himself comfortable with a loud sigh.

“It’s perfectly comfortable to me, your highness,” the jab at my upbringing doesn’t go unnoticed, not with the way he elongates the word and lowers his voice.

Scoffing, I throw a pillow at him and he chuckles when it flies past, missing him.

“Remind me to work on your aim in the morning,” he teases me before adding that I need to be going to sleep.

“We’re not on your ship anymore so you’re not my captain,” I snipe and that catches his attention. He perks up and goes to say something smart back but the doors fly open, slamming against the poor walls.

James stays seated albeit ready to jump up if needed. Seeing as he’s playing it cool, I do the same and remain tucked into my bed.

The person who dared interrupt our night is none other than the Commodore. He stands at his full height with a scroll in his hand as he glares at James.

“And to what do I owe the pleasure of being granted your presence so late at night, commodore?” James mocks as he watches Steve.

The wigged man says nothing but sends a death glare towards the pirate before looking at me. He takes a step towards me and James makes a clicking noise, telling him to stay put.

“Y/N,” Steve starts as he ignores the subtle warning, “your father has found a way to free you from your deal with this vile creature.”

I glance around him at James who’s smirking to himself and raises one dark brow at me. He’s no longer stretched out like a cat but instead is leaning back against the chair with his head resting on his fist as he watches us.

Turning my attention back to Steve, I ask him to elaborate and elaborate he does.

“You were under duress. You cannot be expected to uphold a deal that you made when you were in fear for your life. Your father and I handled everything, Y/N, all you need to do is say that you were afraid for your life and otherwise would not have made the deal.”

In another life the gut wrenching way that Steve is pleading with me would’ve worked. I would’ve jumped up and ran for him, falling into his arms as I sobbed that I was afraid. I would’ve taken his hand and begged him to save me for the sake of being free from a pirate even if it meant being in debt to him for life.

That is if I hadn’t met James; the man who’s shown my unconditional and undying affection. The man that has sworn to protect me and honor me as if I were his ruling goddess. The man that has seen parts of me that no other man has and the man that I want to know every inch of me, mental and physical.

“Steve, ever the gentleman,” I coo as I push the blankets from my lap and slide off my bed.

“There is but one fault in your proposal,” I state as I softly pad toward the two men, “I was not under duress. I was not afraid for my life by any stretch of the imagination. I was not afraid at all, in fact, I felt the safest I had in years in that moment.”

I can feel the heat of James’ stare on me as I come to stand beside him and continue to tear Steve apart.

“If anything, I was concerned for your life but not afraid. I knew that James would not harm or otherwise act in a way that would scare me. I knew that he would agree to my terms but you,” I point at him and allow my voice to become more harsh, “you were the one I was afraid of. You’ve always been a liability, never quite knowing when you’re going to lash out on those around you. You’ve always freighted me and that night at the bar only solidified my fears that you would cause me harm. Even if my life depended on it, I wouldn’t have agreed to marry you or went back with you that day on the Serpent’s Cry. Quite frankly, Steve, I’m perfectly content being bound to this vile creature.”

James snorts from behind me and wraps an arm around me, tugging me to sit on his lap. Steve is fuming, his face turning red with anger at my lecture and I know he’s plotting both of our demises.

The man beneath me grips my chin and tilts my head down so that he can capture my lips in a heated kiss. My hands fly to tangle into his hair as his tongue swipes at my bottom lip. A moan tumbles from me when the hand gripping my chin slides to cup the back of neck.

“Enough!” Steve’s voice rings out and he storms towards us to rip me away.

The familiar cock of a gun halts him and he frantically looks down to see a readied pistol pointing at him. It had been lying under James’ hat, hidden from plain sight so Steve had no chance to draw his open weapon.

James has the audacity to look bored as he holds the weapon and rubs small circles into my hip with his other hand.

“Out,” he orders in a low rumbling voice.

Steve, however, the oaf of a man takes another step forward and James rolls his eyes.

“Is pain the only way you learn, Commodore? Out before I shoot your cock off.”

Steve scoffs at the crude words and I stifle a giggle while tucking my face into James’ neck. He shudders slightly at the feeling and squeezes my hip.

“Y/N,” Steve tries to appeal to me but I’m not having any of it. I begin to plant wet kisses on James’ neck and nip at the soft skin occasionally. Steve calls to me again and I suck a deep red, nearly purple mark into the pirate’s neck which earns me a throaty groan.

A series of sounds ring out and I jolt away from my haven. First is the sound of Steve stepping forward, a gun shot, a cry of pain, and a thud as Steve falls to the ground. With wide eyes I try to look at him but James catches my face in a tight hold, forcing me to meet his eyes.

“Don't look at him, love. Eyes on me, understood?” He whispers, letting his lips dance over mine and holding my eye contact with a fierce look swirling in his blue eyes.

I manage a small nod and he smiles at me before addressing Steve who’s clutching his leg.

“I warned you and you did not listen. As far as I’m concerned, you are to blame for the state of your leg. Now I suggest you drag your cowardly self out of this room before I do depart your cock from your body as I promised."

Lost in the way his eyes captive me and his words cause a fire to ignite in my body, I don’t hear Steve’s protests that break through the cries of pain. It’s not until James breaks our trance and rolls his eyes that I realize our situation. I still obey James and don’t look by hiding my face in his neck once again. He coos to me to go to my bed and turn away from them as he helps me stand.

“Keep your eyes on the ground for me,” he tells me when my hand slips from his and I cautiously make my way to my bed.

From behind me, I hear James let out an exaggerated sigh and the crackling of leather from him bending down.

“You’ve shot my leg, how am I to be expected to leave?” Steve hisses through the agonizing pain.

“Drag yourself like the worm you are. It's none of my concern how you choose to obey my command."

“I will not leave her alone with such a demonic savage like yourself.”

There’s a pause, a tension filled pause as I assume James debates what to do. However his next words are not exactly what I was expecting.

“Pain doesn't seem to be a strong enough deterrent for you, Commodore. Remember; you are to blame for your current situation,” he huffs as he yanks Steve up and drops him into the chair we’d been sitting in.

“Love hand me the sheet,” he says to me without looking.

I quickly bundle up the item he’s asking for and toss it to him. I want to ask what he’s planning but it becomes clear when he starts to wrap it around Steve.

“Since you refuse to leave her alone with such a demonic savage, as you put it so beautifully, you’ll have to watch her damnation.”

Steve lets out a roar of protest and it met with a pistol pressed under his jaw.

“You were told to leave and you did not. Seeing her defiled and ravished as she deserves is a fitting punishment. I think this is preferable to death but I am not the true judge. Love?”

The nickname catches me off guard and my eyes dart between them but it’s the stormy eyes of James that are given my full attention.

“What do you think? Should I grant him mercy and kill him before you take my cock? Or should he watch as I take what he's desired for years?"

As I fail to answer, James adds, "I will only do this if this is what you want. If not, I’m more than happy to show him just how acquainted with the devil I am.”

Words escape me and I just nod.

Apparently that’s not good enough.

“Use your words love. Tell us what you want.”

“I…fuck,” I mumble under my breath and James’ smirk spreads across his face. He knows that I want this, that I want nothing more than for him to finally take me even if it means Steve is forced to watch.

“I don’t think the Commodore heard you. Louder.”

“Yes. I want this. I want you. I want you to take me.”

James cocks a brow at Steve with a sinister smirk, “it appears that your pure angel wants me to defile her while you watch.”

The tied up man jerks forward with a threat on his lips and james lets out a terrifying laugh. He ignores the protests and calls me over with the hook of his finger. My body is trembling as I let my feet touch the ground and nearly stumble as I try to walk. Steve must think it’s out of fear but my captain knows it’s due to anticipation.

I stop at his side and James draws away from the injured man to wrap an arm around me. Pulling me in front of him, my back is to his chest and I’m facing Steve. James keeps his gun pointed at him while bending his head to my ear and whispering to me.

“You tell me when you want to stop, understood?“ he tells me in a voice so low I almost don’t hear him. When I don’t acknowledge his statement, he squeezes my hip with his free hand and repeats it.

Breathlessly I agree, “Yes, please James. I need you.”

He nudges my legs apart and drifts his hand from my hip to my core, pulling up my night dress in the process. My head lolls back, falling onto his shoulder and he captures my lips in a searing kiss. Moans and sighs fall without hesitation as he begins to run firm but slow circles into the bundle of nerves that only he can seem to find. His name becomes a chorus that is caught between our lips as the pressure builds within my core. He releases my lips and lets me sing my song for Steve to hear clearly. I feel him smile against my temple as I grow louder and louder. Just as I’m about reach my climax, he pulls his hand away and I nearly cry. A few tears leak from my eyes and he coos sweetly to me.

“Shhhhh love, I promised to defile you and I intend to do that. Lean forward and put your hands on his shoulders.”

“James,” I whimper when I feel him back away.

“Do as you’re told.”

The sounds of his belt and pants dropping silences me. I lean forward and with hazy eyes, look Steve straight on as my hands grip his shoulders. There’s a fire burning in his light eyes and I’ve come to know what it truly is. He can try to deny it but we all know watching me is causing him to grow hard and angry.

“Y/N,” his voice breaks as he whispers my name and I blink hard trying to look at him.

The heavy heat of James behind me distracts me and I drop my head at the feeling of him rutting against me.

He taunts Steve with cruel words as he drags the head of his cock through my folds and pulls wanton moans from my swollen lips.

“James,” I plead, “please.”

He coos mockingly as he lines himself up.

“Louder, my love. I don’t think your fiancé heard you.”

“He’s not my fiancé,” I grit out angrily but it falls flat when he pushes his entire length inside of me. It turns into a wince and pained moan but he doesn’t pull out. He keeps it there, watching me struggle with the pain that morphs into blinding pleasure. Only when I push back against him does he withdraws a few inches but keeps most of his length inside me as he starts to rock his hips into me. He’s slow and deliberate at first, focusing on pulling the loudest and most embarrassing moans he can from me but as his own body betrays him, his hips increase their pace.

Below me Steve is a mess. His breathing is ragged and the color is draining from his face as the blood loss becomes too much. I can’t bare to look at him and James must see that in the way I keep my head bent down. A sharp tug on my hair forces my head up and I see the devastation written lines on his face. The cold barrel on a gun rubs against my scalp and it dawns on me that the hand that’s in my hair is holding the gun. He grunts as he pumps his dick into me and I cry out as pleasure washes over me. He keeps one hand coiled into my hair as the other slips to my core, rubbing me and drawing my climax from me.

James tugs me up against his chest and I tilt my head back to rest against his shoulder as we continue to move against each other. His cock drags against my walls in a nearly painful way but I don't care. I’m pulsing around him and pleading with him to let go with me. As my eyes flutter shut from the white hot pleasure, he tugs my hair again and demands I look at Steve.

“Look at the Commodore, love. Look at what just watching you does to him,” he mumbles against the skin of my neck. My eyes are heavy and it’s a struggle to do as I’m told but I do and it earns me my climax.

James thrusts up hard one final time and we’re both moaning as I finish. He’s not far behind and groans out my name as he releases his hot seed into me. We’re a panting mess as he slows and eventually stops. He loosens his grip on my hair with a sweet kiss to my temple and whispers praise into my ear.

Intertwined in those sweet phrases is a promise and at first I think it’s for me. Only when the second shot of the night rings out do I realize that it was intended for Steve.

“I hope for your sake that your false god takes pity on you and allows you to die before morning.”

With that he tucks himself back into his pants and lifts me into his arms. My final memory of commodore will be blurred in pleasure and blood but I don’t care. He can bleed out for all I care after he dared to lay a hand on me and insult the man I love.

[seaurchin0]

As a fellow cyberstalker with much less skill, you amaze and inspire me!!!

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thank you 😊 since i'm feeling generous here is some advice for anyone that needs it 🩷

a lot of this depends on if you know them online or irl, but here are some that helped me a lot:

-Look up usernames and irl name if you know it

-If you have pics of them or just any pic they sent you of whatever, reverse image search them, maybe they posted it somewhere else

-Analyze the background of images they're on or they took

-If you're looking for their location, use google maps. Useful af

-Take notes if you dig something of them up, it will help you recognize them online (interests, past experiences, hobbies etc)

-Look at post history obviously

-Check precious usernames and how long they've been using that account and when they registered

-If you find an account that you're unsure of if it's really them, keep that saved too, it could be an alt

-Look at their comments and interactions

-Note down everything. Everything. Make a txt file where you write these, or keep a diary, or save their social media links in a folder or do whatever but i can't stress this enough, somehow, someway, save or note them.

And a ranking of websites based on how good i think they are for cyberstalking:

amazing:

twitter, reddit, facebook

Twitter is especially amazing because you can't hide your likes or followings, you can see a pretty clear post and commen history, just like with reddit. Facebook, if you want to get to know more about their family, personal lives, friends and stuff like this.

ok:

instagram, snapchat

Nothing special about them, good for when you wanna find out what they're up to but not dig up anything too personal.

ehh..:

tiktok

Could be useful but profile views are a huge disadvantage, and since there's no way to tell if they have it on or not you'll just have to take a wild guess and risk creeping them out.

no:

pinterest, tumblr, spotify

Unless you wanna know what interior design they like, pinterest is useless. Same with spotify, unless you wanna know what type of music they like it's useless. Tumblr is kinda dead tbh.

Hope this helped anyone that was looking for smth like this 😊 I can post more if anyone if anyone wants me to.

[wifediaries]

‘Rosy Blog Chic’ Makes it’s comeback for Spring

What is Rosy Blog Chic? Take a deep dive to 2013-2014 with me, the era of Instagram filters (No, not the face ones-- the original presets on the editing tool) Ariana Grande’s Yours Truly album and its impact on fashion at the time, and OG tumblr core. As Spring rolls around, I feel myself reaching for the same pins on pinterest that I did back on Weheartit in 2014... and I’m ready to bring it all back. 

The year is 2013, and you are sat in your bedroom watching Zoella on Youtube and painting your nails in a DIY manicure. Something about this era screams early girlhood, having fun and not caring if something is perfect, as long as it looks pretty. At the time, tumblr and Weheartit was alive with ‘rosy blogs’, and if you search hard enough-- the graveyards of abandoned blogs still remain untouched, like a time capsule of such treasured years, reaching its peak at 2014. 

Where did the name ‘rosy blog’ come from?

No one knows. After many google searches, and coming up with nothing -- I can only assume it was coined from the huge insurgence in ‘rose gold’ at it’s time, florals and roses being featured in lots of rosy blog posts, and the ‘rosy’ warm, pinky filter that was laid over all the images to give it that classic look it was known for. These days, the aesthetic is more popularly claimed as ‘girly 2014 aesthetic’, ‘yours truly era’ or simply ‘2014 core’. As a long time girly girl, I am truly advocating to bring this style back. Here’s how. 

FLORALS, FLORALS, FLORALS. 

Taking a step back into this era, what better time to incorporate floral prints into your wardrobe that spring? Ditzy print, crowded florals on dresses and skirts and sunflower crop tops (Think old American Apparel) are the perfect ways to incorporate a Rosy chic back into your wardrobe. It’s girly, and can be worn super casually as these are not items that technically ever went out of fashion or became played out. 

DOT, DOT, DOT...

Undeniably, polka dot was huge in this era. Something about it can be so youthful, whilst also carrying this timeless chic that is vaguely reminiscent of the 50′s/60′s (See Audrey Hepburn, or kitschy housewife aesthetic) A simple black and white will totally do the trick maybe with pearl accessories or ribbon embellishments but a pink and white polkadot is super adorable too! 

WHAT BRANDS?

When looking back at the fashion of this era, a few brands stick out to me as being staples of their time. Thanks to early Ariana Grande, Wildfox became hugely popular-- especially in their knit pull overs, sweaters, and sunglasses. They were often pastel colours, donning some kind of cute cartoon print over the top such as a rainbow, or hearts. Another big brand that took over this time period would be American Apparel, and a quick search into ‘vintage American Apparel’ or selling sites would lead you exactly to what you need, the same goes for Vintage Victoria’s Secret PINK items -- however you might find some luck in their current resurgence of ‘Originals’ now being sold on the website. I recently copped some OG fold over leggings! For more girly, era relevant brands-- look into H&M, Brandy Melville, vintage Topshop, Hollister and Abercrombie for that classic girly girl look. Or, dig back into your closet and see if you kept anything from this era!

COLLAGE AND PIC EDITING GALORE

To truly encapsulate the way this era unfolded, try your hand at taking cute pictures and laying an warm-vanilla toned filter preset over the top. In this era, people would take pictures of just about anything cutesy-- think your cute tea mug, a girly phone case, your strawberries and nutella mid day snack, this could even consist of whatever show you’re watching on Netflix photographed on your laptop on some sweet bed covers -- the perfect hobby for a lazy day! If you want to take it that step further, collate these pictures into a bordered collage to really push that early-years-instagram aesthetic. 

SO...WHAT SHOULD I WEAR? 

To begin with outfits, there are a few staples I would look out for. When thinking Rosy Blog Chic, what springs to mind instantly is a bralet / crop top paired with a skater skirt. At first glance, this sounds totally out dated-- but to me, there is something so timeless about these kind of looks. This will be perfect as the weather warms up, but whilst its still cold, you can always pair it with a chunky knit cardigan and tights-- also staples of its time. Pumps, mary-janes, brogues and flats are all appropriate shoe choices for this look. 

Another casual look that is less strictly 2014 would be an off the shoulder sweater, leggings / yoga pants, and a pair of ugg boots. This is more appropriate for colder days and definitely will give you an old school Victorias Secret model off duty look. 

A common theme in this era of online photo’s was pyjamas! Again, perfect for a lazy day-- the girl behind the camera was often seen to be donning full length or shorts and a tshirt sleepwear in cute prints and colours. Whether it be VS classic stripes, polkadot/animal print, vintage Disney movie print, florals,  it doesn’t matter as long as it’s cute. 

To accessorize, bows were a huge deal. Whether its clipped to your pony, worn on your handbag or simply just there for decorating, oversized bows were one of the first trends Ariana Grande brought to the internet. The accessory portion of Rosy Blog Chic seemed to take a more classic, timeless and girly route that can often be seen in modern Coquette fashion today-- meaning ribbons, pearls, and lace to up the girly factor by 10. 

Try your hand at home made manicures if you are currently giving your nails a rest from Acrylics or gels! Essie nail polish was at its peak during this era, as everyone seemed to be rocking natural length pale pink nails! I love long nails, and they were still super popular-- this is just for those who want to give their nails a rest. 

Did I miss anything? Let me know! I hope to be seeing Rosy Blog Chic more and more this spring! 

Mimi 💗

[winchesterride]

The first time I watched supernatural was in high school. I had this Friend 1 who was obsessed over it and used to tell me to watch it cause the main couple "d*stiel" was really good.

I watched some eps, Blood Mary scared the hell out of me and I dropped (yep, ep 5 season 1, shame on me). So I never really went back to see it until couple years ago when I saw the Eye of the Tiger video and went like: isn't that the supernatural dude? He's gorgeous! I should try watching it again since i wouldn't get scared stupidly easily anymore

So I started watching it and I liked the plot and kept going, but eventually I went: "where's that castiel she talked so much about?" I googled it and found out he would just appear in season 4. And I got "really? 3 whole seasons before romance?"

I usually watch things for the romance, but I didn't care that much cause the brothers dynamic was really good and then there were Lisa (and I actually liked she and dean)

And then I finally reached season four and I waited excitedly for the romance. And waited. And waited. And waited.

So I went to this Friend 1 like "this is it?" *disappointed* and she answered "this is it!" *excited* so I said: "I didn’t see it." And she said "it's all over there"

Honestly I didn't have a main ship while first watching the show, I shipped a lot of different characters but nothing seems endgame, something always seemed to be missing.

I finished watching the show, accepted the lonely life of the characters (cried a lot when Dean died and even more when they reunited in heaven). Until one day on Pinterest when I saw a wincest fanart and I went: 🤯

That was it. That was what should had been since the beginning. But I didn't find much content about it and that's how I ended up in Tumblr.

I always see posts of how people believe d*stiel is real based on posts and what they hear people saying and that's so true. There's a lot of misinformation about the series and what is canon and what is not.

I'm not saying wincest is canon but for me still more realistic than d*stiel

PS: please don't hate on my friend, she's super nice. She says she think shipping the boys is weird cause they're related but she's really not a h*ller. We're rewatching the series with Friend 2 (she never watched), and when we try to convert her to our ship (we just reached season four and during episodes she goes "d*stiel" and i go "wincest". Its fun) but when we watched Playthings and passed THAT scene (with all the touching and begging) and Sam just lay in bed with his butt up and camera focused on Dean's face I went like "c'mon!" and she said: "You got a point, but still weird to ship." I think she just need a bit of work.

[noctumsolis]

I want to install firefox and get adblockers and stuff but what will happen to all my accounts I created using my google account/gmail like pinterest and tumblr? Will they just get deleted? I don't want that. Also I'm assuming I'll need a new email? Is all the personal info stuff like from school and the dmv just gonna be lost forever since I have a new email?

Oh, I had no idea people were worried about this. Okay, let me lay your fears to rest.

You don't need to change your email.

You won't lose your accounts, nothing needs to be deleted.

Nothing will be lost.

When you install Firefox it will ask if you want to keep all your bookmarks and other stuff from your old browser.

You can keep using Gmail, that's completely up to you. It's literally just a website and Firefox is a web browser.

Using an ad Blocker won't make anything go away either. You can still still use Gmail.

You can use YouTube and everything else.

You can use Tumblr and Pinterest.

You keep your email, you keep all your accounts on websites.

The only difference is that your browser will help to keep you safe, instead of spying on you.

It will all be safe.

I promise.

And if, if, you later decide that you want to change other things, you can always ask for help.

[murderofcrow]

Hi, so I'm kind of new in this space, but I've really gotten into Sleep Token's music in the past month or so but I'm kinda scared to engage too much with the fandom because I don't want to accidentally find out their identities against their wishes. I was wondering if there's certain things to know or places it's better to hang out than others? Thank you in advance

Hey, welcome and sorry for the late reply.

So at this point unfortunately nothing is really safe. There's always a risk to stumble upon faces and names now. I'm personally only really active here on tumblr and my experience here is really good (with like one exception lol).

I've heard of some facebook groups and discord servers, that are good but I can't verify that bc I don't use Facebook and only talk to one person on discord lol.

Sorry I couldn't be a bigger help.

Take care. 🫶

Ahh... but if you search for photos, I'd definitely steer away from pinterest and google, bc you're guaranteed to see their faces if you search for anything Sleep Token related. 😅

[aliahm]

Summary: After stress and frustration have left you feeling broken, you find yourself being comforted by a demon. You know you’re dreaming, but you soon realize that he’s giving you an opportunity to be with him, somewhere between dreams and reality. (Fluff, and some angst)

Warnings: Descriptions of stress, mentions of church and religion (very brief, and the reader is not religious in this story), negative thoughts, emotionally insecure reader, crying, pet names, kissing

If I’ve left out any content warnings or made any mistakes writing for a gender neutral reader, please let me know, so I can correct them, and make this story as inclusive as possible.

(The moodboard and divider were created by me, using images and gifs found on Tumblr, Twitter, Pinterest and Google, and the gif and picture within the story are from here on Tumblr as well. Full credit for these images and gifs goes to the owners).

You were almost relieved when you finally made your way to your bed that night. You had immediately buried your face in your pillow and then, after having put up with what felt like an endless loop of malevolent thoughts and feelings swirling around inside your head and attacking you relentlessly and viciously, you finally let the tears escape your eyes.

Your strained sobs filled the darkness of your bedroom, and the last thing you remember thinking before you drifted out of consciousness for the night was that you wished you didn’t have to be alone while you felt this way.

The next thing you knew, there were arms wrapped around your waist, as someone behind you rested their chin on your shoulder.

“Aww, what’s wrong sweetheart?” a voice cooed in your ear.

You jumped, turning around immediately, and you were met with someone you had never seen before. He was tall, slim, and had coppery red hair. Your eyes drifted downwards and you saw that he was wearing a grey shirt and scarf, with a black jacket and vest, as well as matching black trousers and shoes. Your gaze snapped back up to his face and you gasped softly.

His eyes were a bright, golden yellow, with narrow slits in the centre of each one. They were like nothing you had ever seen, and they were beautiful.

“Shh, it’s alright. There’s nothing to be afraid of” he purred, rubbing his hand over your hip in small circles.

There was a gentle, concerned look in those eyes, and after all the stress you had been through, it apparently didn’t matter that you had never met him, you didn’t know his name, not even that you could feel in your mind that this was all a dream. His attention was on you. You weren’t alone anymore.

You tried to take a deep breath, but all that left your lips was a whimper. Then you were suddenly clinging to his jacket, while you hid your face in his chest. You could feel your tears soaking his clothes, as you held on to to him desperately, as though being near him would make everything better.

“Oh, darling”

He wrapped his arms around you and rubbed your back soothingly. “You can cry to me, I’ve got you. You have nothing to be ashamed of”.

Hearing his words, having someone tell you that it was okay to let your feelings out, somehow seemed to make you even more aware of it all. All the thoughts, the emotions, the frustration, the fear.

You cried as though you were trying to force all the pain you were feeling out of you, and he held you the entire time, hushing you softly. After what felt like a long time, your sobs had stopped and your breathing was shallow as you tried to regain your composure.

“Breathe, sweetheart. Come back to me.” He whispered, running his hand up and down your side.

When you had gotten your breathing under control, you let go of his jacket and looked at him once again. “What am I doing?” You asked, both because you were embarrassed and because this felt different from your other dreams, yet you didn’t know why.

“What d’you you mean?” He asked, brushing tear tracks off your face with his thumb.

“I know I’m dreaming, that none of this is actually happening. It’s not real”. You stated, though there was some disappointment in your voice that you tried to pretend you didn’t hear.

“You’re right, this is a dream. Your dream, but it’s happening, right now. You’re in control of everything you do here”.

“Where is here? What’s going on?” you questioned him, as you stepped back and began looking around. The first thing you noticed was an ornate gold and red throne in the centre of the room. The only other furniture was a grand, golden desk, the top of which looked to be made of deep red marble.

“Come over here. I’ll explain everything.” he suggested, offering you his hand. He led you over to the desk and picked you up, placing you so that you sat on the end that was closest to the throne, with your legs dangling off the edge. He sat with one of his hands resting on the expertly carved armrest, and the other draped across his leg.

Looking at him in that moment, you realized that this room seemed to mirror his appearance in some ways. The hard lines and dark interior were reminiscent of his perfectly tailored clothing, but then, as your eyes drifted back upwards, to his golden ones that seemed to hold fire within them, you thought that he looked as though he belonged on that throne, like it was made for him. There was no question about it. This was his domain, and here, he was in charge.

“How is this happening?” You asked him again. “Who are you?”

He told you his name was Crowley, and that he was a demon. That revelation gave you pause, to say the least.

“A demon?” You repeated, feeling an incredulous grin lift the corners of your lips.

“I take it you’re not the religious type, love. No churchgoer I’ve ever heard of would be beaming the way you are after finding out they’re in the same room as one of my lot”.

An amused laugh left your lips before you replied, “You’re right, I’m not religious, but I’ve been fascinated by demons for a long time”.

(You saw his lips curl into a smirk at that statement).

“I’ve never actually believed in them though”.

“To tell you the truth, I wouldn’t blame you if you still didn’t, but for what it’s worth, demons, angels, ‘the powers that be’,” he drawled, with a bit of an amused scoff in his voice on the last one. “It’s all as real as you are”.

“Normally I’d roll my eyes and probably laugh in the morning at the nonsense my brain came up with, but,”

You looked into his eyes, then you examined the room once again, focusing on the incredibly high ceilings for a moment, before continuing slowly and thoughtfully.

“This feels too real. As silly as this sounds, just looking at you I can tell that, whatever this is, it’s not like any dream I’ve ever had”.

He smiled. “Honey, you’ve got no idea”.

The eye roll you had mentioned made an appearance at that comment, but the corner of your lips twitched up into a smirk that was all amusement and curiosity.

“Exactly. I don’t, so why don’t you tell me what you’re doing in one of my dreams, and how this all works in the first place”.

His playful expression became more gentle and the fiery glow in his eyes seemed deeper now.

“Do you remember the last thing you thought before you fell asleep tonight?”

You froze for a moment. “I- yes”. You replied, as the tightness you had felt in your throat earlier returned.

“What was it?” He prompted, though there was no demanding or mocking tone in his voice. He spoke softly and waited patiently for you to answer him.

“I wished I wasn’t alone”.

“Yes, you did,” he replied. There was a lightness in his words now, as though he was proud that you had told him the truth. “That’s why I’m here”.

“What?” You breathed. The very thought that he knew that made more unshed tears sting the back of your eyes.

“Come here sweetheart” he cooed, holding his hand out to you. You simply stared for a moment, wishing it wasn’t so painfully obvious how self-conscious you felt. “It’s alright, I promise.” He encouraged you, and after another moment of hesitation, you took his hand in yours and he guided you onto his lap.

“You’re here with me because I can be the one you come to when you’re upset. From now on, whenever you go to sleep, and you’re worried, or stressed, whenever something is bothering you, no matter what it is, if you want me, I’ll be here”.

You were silent for a bit, as you let his words sink in. You looked down at your hands as you remembered time after time that it had all become too much, and you would shame and insult yourself for feeling the way you did.

As if he could tell (which, if he knew your hope from earlier that night, he probably could), he drew lines across the back of your hand with his thumb, attempting to soothe your unease.

“Look at me”.

You looked up, but you didn’t think you could look him in the eye right then. Your gaze drifted to the side of his face, where you noticed a beautiful tattoo of a black snake, which you began tracing with your eyes. He gently turned your head so you were face to face and when he could tell you were focused on him, he told you:

“Wanting someone to be with you when things are difficult doesn’t make you weak. It takes strength to admit it, to yourself or anyone else. I know you can handle so much on your own, and you know it too, but that doesn’t mean that the times you can’t are times that you’ve failed”.

He wasn’t telling you anything you didn’t already know, but you had never actually believed that, no matter how much you had always tried to.

“I just- I always feel like something is wrong with me”.

“No darling, there’s nothing wrong with you. That’s the truth,” he insisted, “and you’re the one who needs to believe it, but it’s okay to want to hear it from someone else.”

“Do you really want to do this? What would you get out of it anyway?” you wondered. You just couldn’t believe that he, that anyone, would want to be there every time you felt like the world was about to end.

“I get to be with you”.

“Why would you want that in the first place?”

“What kind of a question is that?” he asked, seeming more taken aback by your words than anything.

“I mean, look at right now. Why would you want to be with me every time this happens? There are who knows how many things that make me want to cry, or scream, every day. Why would you want to deal with that? I don’t even want to deal with it”.

“We both know that you don’t feel that way all the time, love, even though you feel like you do”. His tone remained just as kind as it had been this entire time, but in that moment, it left no room for argument.

“Listen to me, even if you come to me every day and night and tell me every single thing that’s on your mind, I won’t ever grow tired of you, or think of you as anything other than the strong, wonderful person that you are”.

You had been hanging on to his every word, but once again you couldn’t look at him. Still, what he had said was beginning to get through to you, and it meant more than you felt like you could explain.

“Do you really mean that?” you asked him, hoping to do away with the disbelief that still clawed at the corners of your mind.

“I mean it. All of it”. he answered without hesitation.

Your eyes found his again and you were amazed that you’d managed not to cry. “I don’t know what to say”.

“It’s a yes or a no, love. Whatever you want, that’s what you’ll get.” He assured you, his thumb tracing your face in the spot where he’d brushed away your tears earlier.

You closed your eyes for a moment, focusing on the feeling of his hand against your skin.

“Yes. This is what I want”. You answered, wrapping your arms around him and resting your head in the crook of his neck.

He held you the same way he had done earlier that night as he whispered, “Then I’ll be here for you, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you”.

You looked up at him after a moment, replaying all the events of the night in your mind. He had offered you what you had been hoping for for as long as you could remember, and although you tried to stop yourself, you wondered what you had done to deserve it.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” he hummed, studying your thoughtful expression.

You had told him that this is what you wanted, and in that moment, you were doing your best to accept how true that really was. You wanted to be with him. You wanted his attention, his reassurance, his affection.

“I- well,” you began, attempting to still your trembling hands.

You had wanted to keep your eyes on his, but they involuntarily flickered down to his lips as you tried to tell him what you were thinking, and he noticed immediately.

He sensed your apprehension, and without hesitation, he told you, “If you want me to kiss you, all you have to do is ask”.

Your face burned as you paused for a moment before explaining, “It’s just- I feel like anything I ask of you would be something you do just to make me feel better. Would you actually want to kiss me?”

“Sweetheart, everything I do when I’m here with you, is because it’s what I choose to do. Because it’s what I want. Yes, I want to kiss you, and I will whenever you want me to, but I need to hear it from you”.

You repeated his words in your mind and once you felt ready, you nodded. “Okay.” you replied, trying to cast aside the last of your hesitation. “Could you kiss me?”

His expression melted into a sweet smile and he ran his thumb across your lower lip. “I knew you could do it”.

He leaned in and pressed his lips against yours, placing his hand on the side of your face, and you felt him grin against your lips when you kissed him back. You let him take the lead, and he was gentle and patient with you the entire time. Just before you pulled away from each other, he nipped softly at your lower lip. He laughed faintly at your surprised gasp, then he pecked your lips once again.

You smiled bashfully at him before laying your head on his shoulder, and the two of you stayed that way for a while, just relaxing together. You thought about what your dreams could be like from that point on, while Crowley admired the peaceful look on your face, as you toyed with his scarf.

Eventually you spoke again. “How long do I get to stay with you?”

“Any time you go to sleep, as long as you want to come back, you’ll wind up here with me. You can leave whenever you’re ready, even if you’re not ready to wake up yet.” He explained. “Time doesn’t work the way that you’re used to around here”. He added with a mischievous grin.

“Why am I not surprised?” you replied, amusement lacing your words.

“There’s only one thing I need from you”.

What would a demon with the power to combine dreams and reality ask in return for his affection? You realized, as you anticipated his request, that you were essentially living what could be the plot of a gothic novel.

That somehow felt right to you.

You looked up at him, and he told you, “I need you to always be completely honest with me about whatever you’re feeling. Even if it’s difficult to say, I need you to tell me”.

You wished that that was as simple as it sounded.

He placed his hand on the side of your jaw. “I’m not going to judge you. You don’t have to hide anything from me”. He reassured you, as you leaned into his touch.

“Will you do that for me?”

You were silent for a moment, picturing what that might be like.

“I need to hear it, darling. Just like before”.

You took a deep breath, then you nodded. “I will”.

“Good”.

With that, he pulled you closer to him and kissed you deeply.

“You’ve had a long day, and a long night, for that matter. Do you want to stay here or do you feel like being by yourself for a while?”

“I want to stay here. I’ve only just met you, after all. I want to know more”. You told him.

“About?”

“All of this. About you, about this place, about demons, whatever you can tell me”.

“Well,” he began, his lips tilted upwards into a smirk and there was a glint in his eyes that told you he was someone who had many, many stories to tell. “Where do I begin?” He sighed, though it was obvious that he knew exactly what he wanted to say next.

“Ah, I know.” He grinned.

He snapped his fingers and suddenly a book that had been next to a pair of sunglasses on his desk, “The Extremely Big Book of Astronomy”, opened, and some of the pages zipped out and began drifting through the air. An awestruck, soundless gasp left your lips as he reached up and took hold of a textless one that displayed a nebula, holding it so you could both see.

“See that? I helped build it”.

“You what?” You were still wide eyed and slack jawed.

He pointed to a particular area of the nebula and said, “There? All me”.

“Beautiful.” you breathed, and he beamed at the way your eyes were sparkling.

“Wait a minute. You helped create the stars?”

“That I did”.

“How old are you?”

You hadn’t meant to come off as rude or insulting, but when you heard yourself, your face instantly heated up and your gaze snapped down to your lap.

Thankfully an airy laugh drifted from his lips in response and he leaned down so his forehead was against yours.

“Oh, honey”.

You couldn’t help but laugh along with him.

“I’ll give you a hint,” He began, motioning for you to stand. You did, and he did the same, before leading you over to the framed sketch on the wall at the back of the room. The Mona Lisa.

He stood behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder once again. “This is stunning”. You mused, having always loved art.

“Do you speak Italian?”

“No, I wish I did”.

He gestured to the inscription: “Al mio amico Antonio dal tuo amico Leo da V.”

“That says, “To my friend Anthony from your friend Leo da V.””

“Anthony? Is that your first name?” You asked him, smiling.

“Not literally, no. I made it up. Helps to have one when you’re a demon among humans”.

“Anthony Crowley?” You hummed amusedly. “I like it”. He rolled his eyes at that, his smile mirroring yours.

“Are you telling me you knew Leonardo da Vinci?”

“According to him, her husband-“ he told you, nodding towards Lisa Gherardini, “had a few things to say about the final painting”.

Incredulous laughter bubbled from your lips. “Where else have you been?”

“Where haven’t I been? I suppose it’s cause I’ve been around since the beginning”.

“The beginning?” You repeated, wondering if he meant what you thought he did.

“I know you’re not religious, but you’ve more than likely heard this one before-“.

Link to Part Two here:

[fivewholeminutes]

Im very new to st and all ive seen today is chaos. Wtf happened if you dont mind answering

Hello there anon! I don't mind at all 💖 but what a time to be new to st, aw man. My condolences. (I am mostly kidding. But also, not really.)

First things first, i promise you, it's not always like this. Generally we're way more chill here on tumblr. I can't vouch for other sites, but if you don't want their identities spoiled and be around very chill people, stay here. Avoid pinterest and google and, for your own mental health, tiktok and twitter. (First two will guarantee an identity reveal and former two will guarantee that + psychic damage.)

Back to the drama!! So, you probably know they're anonymous. And VERY adamant on staying this way. If you check their very first interview or the voice messages from the 2023 US tour, you would see what i mean. Their identities are not important, their art is.

But. Some entitled little shit found their anonymity is a personal insult to them or something. So they decided to publish iii's birth certificate and some other personal info + there was something about them wanting to stalk iii (i really don't know the details, because i got rid of my twitter account a few months prior, but it was definitely vile behaviour). And it's. Not a very legal thing to do. I mean, if you're really curious, you could google them and find their identities in less than 5 minutes, no extremely personal info release needed. What i am trying to say, this is the 21st century, you're not some kind of sherlock to find personal info about anyone, no need to boast. Or, you know. Do illegal things to prove a point, because you feel entitled to someone's identity.

So, as a result, iii deleted and/or made his socials private (the ones related to his st activity, anyway). It is not the first time he did that, because people were getting too straightforward or rude before too, just not on that scale. It all happened a few days ago (2? I have no perception of time passing, sorry). It was understandable, he got doxxed, he did what had to be done to protect himself. Another drama started when the main band account removed all its posts on instagram today and changed the description to "nothing lasts forever". Which is a catchphrase they use from their very beginning, so it is not a worrying thing in itself. However, the circumstances have made people believe the whole band will disband (not dismember, alex, do not write dismembered AGAIN), because of the invasion of iii's privacy.

However, in the end, i believe the consensus is that since they have changed their masks for the Wembley show and had the "new era" captions (+ other bands tend to do that too), the insta post purge is just a PR tactic before the new era's introduction. Which i am prone to believe, really. They are mysterious, sure, but if something is happening (like iii needing to leave the German rituals in December because of personal reasons), the band notifies the fans about it. So if they were to disband, or iii was to leave, they would just communicate this. They didn't, so we're waiting for their next move, whatever is might be.

But i don't think they're going anywhere. They have finished their trilogy with the latest album, so Wembley was the best way to end it all, as a finished project. It didn't happen. They already have 2024 tour dates announced, so we know they're not done. So it's all fine, just unfortunate timing/their legal team telling them to do that/their way of showing they're done with annoying people/just a new era's insta purge. Or something else, which they would soon inform us about, if they want to.

All we can do is wait for more news and keep supporting them in our own ways. And not stress about it 🖤

[halleyuhm]

You want to write.

@flashfictionfridayofficial

It shouldn't be that hard: you simply need to sit down, and type. In fact, you are already sitting down. But you are scrolling down on Tumblr, once again, reading about your mutual's amazing works, and their compelling plots, and their amazing characters, and- You stop. No, you promised yourself you would work on your project today. It excites you, you have had it itching on your mind while you were busy, and now that you are free, alone in your room and with the whole afternoon for yourself, you can finally scratch that itch.

You quit Tumblr. The calendar Widget accuses you, looking at you with all the tasks that are still marked red throughout the week, a parade of errands, deadlines, and appointments that stretch along the month. Feeling your anxiety kick in, you make sure nothing is as urgent as to keep you distracted today. Nothing is. Except maybe that hang out with your friends this Saturday: you still haven't checked the public transport schedule. Quickly, you type your destination and calculate which is the best bus to take. Most options are good enough, but you opt for the one that will let you eat peacefully and still catch the bus with no hurry. Having decided, you get into your friend's group chat and let them know you will be there at 15:30. When the new message makes the others move, you notice how old your wallpaper is. It annoys you.

You slip into your Photo Album and scroll around in search of a new wallpaper. Nothing convinces you. Most are too bright for your liking, and not very aesthetic. Pinterest is the solution. Your recommended page catches your eye for a second, but you power through because you have already lost enough time, and you are here on a quest. Or you would be, if not for the fact you just found a picture that just summarized the feeling of your project in a single image. You save it to your pin board, and a tiny lightbulb lights up in your mind. You could craft a moodboard. The image you found is perfect, you may be able to put something together. There were these pictures at the beginning of the board that could look amazing in the corners. Maybe downloading them and heading over to PicsArt will do the trick.

It looks great after some mingling. You choose pics, delete others, and manage to put together a moodboard you are very proud of. So you head over to Tumblr to post it, format the post to look amazing and spend some time tagging funny quotes. You wonder if you should add more Easter Eggs, but after reflecting on it, you post it as it is. Then, you check your feed to make sure you aren't missing anything, and find out your favourite mutual just published an excerpt. After reading it, a plot bunny is born in your head. You are not sure of the logistics, though, so you open a new tab in Google and do a little research. Just a little, because your current project mustn't be overridden by this new idea. In fact, weren't you supposed to be writing right now?

You go back to your home screen and slide into Spotify to choose some music. If you are going to write, you need to set the mood, of course. Now, what would be the best playlist? A scary one for that tension scene you've been eager to write? Suggestive since the main character and the love interest are about to confess to each other? Maybe just some chill music to drown the background noise. That would be the best. Now that you have the music, you have to find the position because your back is killing you from being lying down all day.

A notification catches your attention: your friends are confirming they are up to hanging out on Saturday. You get in to send a "hahaha". Then you start the song again because this tiny distraction disrupted the flow. And now, now! Now you can begin writing.

You open your story and reread your last paragraph. And you remember why you stopped last time: you were supposed to find a name for this new character. You stopped writing because no name you thought about encapsulated the essence of this new person who randomly decided to appear in your project. The imactivity causes the screen to go black.

It's obvious: you are not in control anymore, up to the point that this project is taking a toll on you. But, oh, all your Tumblr friends, all these amazing stories you read... they do seem to know what they are doing. Unlike you, they do write, because they do know how to, and they are good at it. And, meanwhile, here you are, unable to get a single word down even though you are craving to do it.

Maybe you simply have to learn from them, pick up the clues they leave, and study how they build their chapters. Maybe you have to read a lot more. That's it. That's what you have to do.

You open Tumblr again.

[treasureplcnet]

do you have any drawing tips? i'm just starting out and your style inspires me to keep going fr!!

HIYA !!! thank you that is so kind of you, i would say to keep drawing with references and do studies!! typically art studies (in like art school lol) are of old masters (da vinci, etc) but doing studies of styles that you like, like trying to copy a certain artist you like, also helps you develop skills !!

for example, lots of people (especially fanartists lol) do studies of artists like leyendecker while making the models their favorite characters/ocs, so it helps to make studies fun. literally look up leyendecker study on tumblr dot com and you will see hundreds.

(gets a bit long and rambly so i've thrown it under the cut :')

style studies can be anything! above was done while watching wolfwalkers, just loose sketches that copied the style as the movie went along. i love the design and style in that film, wanted to incorporate it in my character design work, so i tried it out myself! it let me know the kinds of shapes used in the construction, the way it moves (wrt to animation) and silhouettes. by copying something, you learn how to do it on the way (so the kinds of colors used, what works best with shading, etc) it's like. reverse engineering

even very loosely copying something to identify what you like about the style helps! these were modelled after the way slimsense on ig paints (her work is 2nd + 4th examples below, my attempts at 'paint' 1st and 3rd lol), but doesn't really look like her work. i'm not necessarily trying to make perfect copies. i liked that her paint didn't blend perfectly, was blocky, and the additional lineart over the painting, so i brought that into my own art. i tried to create a painting style that was 'my own' off of lots of trial and error, and seeing what stuck!

also find brushes you like! adobe has a bunch on their page (if you have photoshop, but i know there's some for procreate and other programs) and if you want the adobe brush files, lmk. i will send a drive link to you LOL (sketches of the same characters, using different brushes below. the two i used the most often, one being a solid inker and the other being a paintbrush)

generally doing figure drawing is good too. i've heard advice about art where you can only start breaking the rules after you understand them, and a good grasp on anatomy, proportions, etc is definitely a good place to start! good sites to use for this are line of action for poses, and the morpho books (if you need pdfs of this let me know, though you should be able to find them if you look lol) !

i would also say learn perspective early on. i have no tips for you here i am so sorry. i didn't and now it bites me in the ass, but there has to be a youtube tutorial for this out there that can help you AND me. same goes for color theory. quickly dropping my favorite van gogh quote of all time:

(quote is from a letter to his brother) just everyone needs the fundamentals first. don't worry about a personal style: that just comes naturally as you develop as an artist, and i was certainly inspired by a lot of the things i watched/consumed and artists i admired which absolutely shows in my work i think (manet. western comics. fma. avatar. pjo fanart. there are tells. you know how it is.)

also flip your canvas !!! like see below ... frankly this marcille is so lopsided (her entire face should shift to the left) LOL !! flipping horizontally makes the anatomy mistakes obvious, and shows you you what you need to fix. i should never have posted this as is but sometimes it works for humor and an artist is lazy </3

AND ALWAYS USE REFERENCES WHEN YOU CAN!! i should use more references tbh!!! it helps with posing, getting anatomy correct, etc, and my friends use pinterest a lot, though i tend to just google when i need to LOLLL

also draw what you like. there is genuinely nothing that is better for your art than getting into something REALLY BAD and then non stop drawing it. time + practice will lead to improvement no matter what the subject is!

i hope this was not too much information all at once !!! and some of it is helpful!!! it's a lot of basic improvement tips that i try to practice and use when i can :) so sorry that this got so long!!!!

[findingnemosworld]

hii lovie !!

i'm the anon who requests kostas fics and i've decided to bite the bullet and start accepting requests. i was just wondering how you began to grow your blog and if you have any writing tips? you've become my fave blog recently and i just thought i'd ask as your writing is incredible !!!

- ts1m1kas ❤️

hi gorgeous, I am so happy to hear that you're taking the plunge in terms of writing, nothing brings me joy than seeing more writers pop up and share their creativity 🥹❤

personally for me, i wasn't planning on writing on tumblr, this blog was solely used to stalk dilfs and just salivate over men i can't have but then the tingle started, i stalked so many football fics that it restored my love for the sport ( as well as my obsession for liverpool fc )

honestly, i started by posting my own ideas, but then i figured why not be a source for people to see their ideas become a reality, granted my faith in my writing isn't always a hundred per cent but its nice to know they appreciate my handle on the vocabulary seeing as i am not a native speaker.

you first go with the flow, use music, or read any writing, that's always been my go to when my muse is dead, don't be discouraged if don't see many reblogs or likes ( i know i try not to look at them )

overall, just take it as smooth as you can without pushing yourself, don't force yourself to write a genre you're not comfortable with and if you feel you're clueless in regards to a specific genre, you can search up pinterest for picture inspiration or even google, they offer loads of places.

also i am here to help out in any way i can and again, i appreciate the love 🥹