I feel like I haven't had much attention for my posts lately. I mean, i don't think I've actually made that many posts lately. But the ones I've made have gotten next to no notes. So I have to ask: has anyone seen them? Because the past few days, my posts have had mostly 0 notes. And that gets to my brain. So i just want to know I'm not losing people with my posts, or something. I don't know why I should care, but my insecurites make me care to an extreme amount. So i really hope someone has seen my posts in the last few days.
There's also the concepts of her design (with slightly cut details because of Tumblr's image limit)
Those concepts of Moon (the Snow Witch ones anyway) aren't technically new because I remember seeing them around, but I still think it's interesting seeing the development
Does Peter Maximoff think in super speed? And if he does, is Charles able to understand him? Or does he literally just hear white noise and sees just a blurred mess of motion when he tries?
friendly reminder that you can still get covid in 2024, we're in the middle of a massive wave right now and covid is NOT "just a cold". take necessary precautions in crowded places, on buses, on train, or on planes. it's better enduring a few strange looks when wearing a mask than getting ill and/or (god forbid) lifelong complications from long covid!
oh also, if you've got symptoms–yes it's a pain to have to buy a test–but PLEASE test. we're still in the middle of a pandemic however much we all want to forget that fact and we can still do our bit to protect others!
I feel like I haven't had much attention for my posts lately. I mean, i don't think I've actually made that many posts lately. But the ones I've made have gotten next to no notes. So I have to ask: has anyone seen them? Because the past few days, my posts have had mostly 0 notes. And that gets to my brain. So i just want to know I'm not losing people with my posts, or something. I don't know why I should care, but my insecurites make me care to an extreme amount. So i really hope someone has seen my posts in the last few days.
If only Machete wasn't so distinctly white and waifish. Otherwise one could possibly use a lookalike to fake his death and just run away with vasco. But finding someone that resembles machete would be almost as hard as making the choice to end a life to save your own.
its funny because Percy has been spiraling ever since pjo and whenever he has a particularly bad episode you have other characters actively worried about it and you think to yourself surely they're going to intervene, surely someone is going to talk to him about it, and then like no one ever does lol
i got my isbn today for the book. 8 months to go. my mom and i were talking about what the next steps are. i was eating trail mix, standing on one foot, phone tucked into my ear.
"yeah," i said. "the problem is that tumblr as a market is like, not something that can be studied." there's this weird wave of nostalgia and affection for this place that came up over me: how lovely we avoid consumerism. okay, it sucks as a creator. but also? keep stickin' it to 'em.
my mother made the sound at the back of her throat that i also make, the one that means i've got an idea. "you should figure out some kind of reward for presale amounts. maybe you give out poems or a mug or a signed book or something. would your followers like that?" my mother is sweet, and kind, and i have no idea how to explain on this website you can buy someone crabs.
i put more m&ms down the hatch. i had to speak through peanuts and almonds. "if it passes 25 thousand i will print the book out in its entirety and eat it live on camera."
"oh god. no, you don't have to do that." she was anguished. "just tell them that you'd love them to read it, and that they've inspired you to write. you got started on that site, and they helped you keep going. raquel, you love these people. the community? you talk all the time about the other writers and artists and whatever else. tell them that you're hoping for their support, they'll come through."
"no," i assured her. i discovered i had dropped an m&m, but an ant had already found it, so it belonged to him now. i will let his little life have a surprise blue treasure in it, too. "i'm gonna fuckin' eat the book."