#wanted to get that TUM BLR

[sesshy380]

Looks like Tumblr doesn't want me to get TUM BLR :(

Had to leave for a few hours to pick up my new phone and get everything transferred. Come back with the intent to reach my goal, but I think because of how fast I can manually click, the site thinks I'm using and auto-clicker and has throttled me. I mean, yeah, I tried the whole auto-clicker thing, but I was getting more null's than actual 'clicks'. I put my pc-gamer skills to use instead. I know I can do an average of 1k in an hour, and I only need another 6k to get to the 10k goal.

Oh well. I guess this is where my meter journey ends 😞

[briarbale]

YOUR POWER?????

there is nothing in this world that I like more than repetitive tasks with no discernable reward

[anqaspond]

boop record for if the boop dies.

[finemeal]

just wanna thank everyone who's helped me get to TUM *-* y'all are my heroes, and even if I don't reach my final form I've had a wonderful time booping you lot :3

[allyheart707]

Welp, this has 100% messed up my notes counter, but it was 100% worth it. I am done with booping people, but I love and appreciate everyone who helped me get to TUM BLR!! You guys are amazing <3 <3 <3

Your free to keep booping me if you want to, I just won't be booping back (as much) or posting about it!

[sorushing]

SORUSH HOW MANY BOOPS DID U GIVE TO GET THE THIRD BADGE

1000. Until it says “max.”

it actually goes further; I want to max it out properly (when it spells “Tum-blr”)

[mirrorthoughts]

I really, really wanted the TUM BLR, but I didn't even get to 2k boops bc... I didn't want to 😂

Sooo, this is my final count!

Thanks for all the boops my lovely mutuals, friends, strangers! 💕💕💕

It's been fun booping the shit out of each other!! XD

[vague-homosexual-crimes]

pls boop me I want to get to tum blr

[ramblingmoon]

I want to see if I can get to "tum blr"

[cutepastelstarsalior]

Are we still being cringe?

Here! Fanfiction! Tumblr x Twitter cafe au

The soft blue haired adult let out a groan as they say down on their chair. It was a long day of work and finally they could relax at their favorite cafe. Pulling out their laptop they open up the documents and re-read their fanfic.

Does this makes scene? Did I make the character too ooc? Maybe I should add more angst-

“One ice Carmel latte coffee for, um Tum?” A voice called out, bringing them out of their trance. The young adult got out of their seat and jog to the counter.

“That’s me! It’s Tumblr actually.”

The waiter nodded. They had soft light blue hair, soft skin and very bright green eyes. I want to write about them.

“Excuse me? Mx. your order?” A soft voice rang out from the waiter. Tumblr snap their eyes down the the waiters hands.

“Oh, right, sorry!”

Taking their food they went back to the table and got to work. The hours pass, tumblr keep writing and editing their work. Also replying to comments and reading some of others fanfic as well.

“Excuse me. The cage close now.” The same voice rang out. Tumblr look up and see the waiter taking off their apron and putting on a sweater. Looking at the counter screen they can see that it was closing time. Quickly they gather their belongings, slightly fumbling, and put everything away.

“Ah! I’m so sorry about that!”

The waiter just nodded and the two was out the door. But sidedly they both walk down the same street. A brief moment of panic swirl inside them. What if their a serial killer? No that’s stupid….They probably live nearby? Oh wait that would make a good fanfic idea? Maybe a cute dean-

“Do you live near by? I live at the Apple apartment.”

“Hmm? Oh yeah! Same. 4th floor? You?”

“3rd! Since we’re neighbors, what’s your name? I’m Twitter. You can call me Twi. They/them pronouns.”

Twi stop walk and held out their hand. Taking it, tumblr felt two give a quick handshake.

“Tumblr. You can call me Blr. They/Them, but open to any pronouns.”

They two let go off hands and continue walking. It was a late fall day, almost winter, and the dead leaves were wet with the rain they had. Tumblr watch as Twi kick up some of the leaves. Their brown Ugg boots flinging the leaves.

“I seen many colleges students and other people come in, mostly writers? Or you one too?”

Tumblr shrug. “A bit. More of a hobby really.”

“Oh, what do you write?”

Gay sex fanfic, something found family with some hurt/comfort. Cartoon and tv shows.

“Nothing really! Just……stories ya’know?”

Twi let out a hum. “Sorry but I calm that bull. I saw your fandom stickers on your laptop. You don’t have to tell me more.”

Tumblr let out a groan. Great. “I’m working on a crossover. It’s a crossover between supernatural and tmnt! The 2003 version, I have the first few chapter posted, but I’m not the best planner so Im just winging it.”

Twi let out a snore, “Do you have a beta reader?”

Tumblr blink in surprise. “No. Why?”

“Your fic sounds cool! I can beta read it for you? If you want? Give you some ideas and thoughts? I haven’t seen the 2003 TMNT. Love the 1987 and 2014 versions. But I’m a big supernatural fan! I’m a Cas and Sam person myself. I’m also a Raph and Mikey fan too.”

The two adults were in the elevator now. When did we get here? The eleven sing and it was on the 4th floor.

“That’s my stop-“ Twi started to say. But soon stop when they feel their hand being grab. Twisting their neck the saw Blr holding their arm, while the other hand was digging around their bag. Low mutter was heard.

“Here..” Blr said. They got a market and wrote on their arm.

“This is my fanfic, and my blog info. Once you read the fic message me and I’ll send you the rest of my story and other ideas. Sound good?”

Blr let go of their hand. “Sound good to me Blr! Thank for letting me read it!”

“No problem.”

Twi then step out of the elevator. Turing back they have a small wave to their new friend and heading down to their room.

The elevator door close and Tumblr feel themselves slowing sink to the ground. A new friend! One that live in the same apartment and also reads fanfiction! Hopefully this one will stay and not get weird out by their quirks…..

Shaking their head Tumblr got off the floor. Not time to spiral into bad thoughts….They have to write!

The elevator doors open and Tumblr ran off to their room, excited. Nervous. Happy.

[squidsavior]

reminding y'all about my boundaries. because the day is getting closer.

When communicating with me in OOC. Please use tone indicators when you’re joking. As I will not be able to tell the difference between teasing and being rude. The joking tone indicator is /j

The reason because of it is that I'm on the spectrum. And sometimes it's hard to tell if you're serious or not even in replies. I sometimes cannot tell.

I’m aware. That my writing is not the best. If you see any typos or errors. And if you wish. Yes, you can fix those typos. English is my first language. But I was never a fan of writing because I find it difficult for me to actually get invested into doing it. But RPing seems to change that for me.

Please don't write to me if you're just going to use me as ship/romance fodder.

I have a life outside of tum/blr so I might be responding to things ASAP. Please do not rush me because the reply might be queued.

I'm mostly crossover and AU focused because I have the most fun out with those threads. But I'm always open to interacting with my fellow marine life enjoyers.

Please do not involve me in drama. I do not want to be involved with anything.

If you want me to talk to you OOCly about something important please do not use me as your therapist. I am not a therapist. I am a person with my own emotions and feelings.

[buddydacote]

What is the maximum amount of boops? I want to get to TUM/BLR

[omni-scient-pan-da]

I've reached max boops but I wanna reach the tum blr boop level so uhh... Feel free to boop me as many times as you want in order to get your badges and/or various boop levels

[hyunpic]

I promise I'm not lying🙏 here's a list I found of the order of things you can get!! :D

https://www.tumblr.com/goodriddancedeluxe/746558120425357312/well-the-app-is-broken-or-i-wouldve-kept-track-of?source=share

omg…. ;_; 0_0 T_T and <33 looking more cuter than the ultimate end goal of tum / blr message like i don’t even want tumblr in my bars after those 😞

[devandahlcourte-work-in-progress]

📓📕📘📙 Prologue 📓📔📗📘

I am reposting these first eighty-two chapters (in 22 sections) plus the prologue and the preface.

These posts will be the updated versions from my DeviantArt account, and since Tumblr may not display all the text correctly (it destroys anything I had in italics or underlined) I would still recommend reading everything there, on DeviantArt. They will also include internal links that navigate between the chapters on DeviantArt and will take the reader off Tumblr if clicked.

This came about because I noticed search engines were finding random sections of my book and displaying them along with some other people’s blog posts.

Okay, so that’s why I installed those internal links in each one… so that if anyone gets to a random section by way of a search engine and would like to read the story from the beginning, they can.

Only then did I realize that it wasn’t getting it’s search results from DeviantArt, but from old Tumblr.

There’s another problem at work here besides unrefined searches…

There is a new species of virus on the internet that likes to eat ancient Tumblr posts and barf them back up infested with adware - spyware - malware etc. The virus goes by names like TumGIR, TumBIG, TumPIK, or Tum(anything else but ‘blr’). The caps were added by me for emphasis so that maybe you can double check in case you’re not looking at an actual Tumblr post right now but one of these so-called “mirror” sites.

If you’re looking at this text through one of the counterfeit Tumblrs that I mentioned, then no link you click (assuming it even copies it with my links intact) will take you out; it will redirect you and show you all of the spam ads it wants to. So read carefully what url is showing on your browser right now.

If it is one of the untrustworthy ones I would suggest closing your browser window and doing whatever else you normally would in order to reset settings.

As far as my science fiction novel entitled “If And Only If,” the safest way to find it is by going to my Instagram:

@michelle.de.vandahlcourte

From there you can click on the link in my bio. It will take you to the beginning of the story on DeviantArt… the safe one! No malware.

P.S. None of this is Tumblr’s fault! It’s the malware/adware/spyware developers who are stealing people’s tumblr posts.

The actual content of this page appears below here👇

📓📕📘📙 Prologue 📓📔📗📘

↩️return to previous section (the preface)

Never trust a time traveler who doesn’t wear a watch.

“I found this in the patient’s room, Ms. Ranganathan,” her eager young personal assistant said. “At first I thought it was from a fortune cookie, but it’s in ink, done by someone who can print very neatly.”

“Thank you so much Petra. You did what our ‘sweep team’ failed to do properly.” She took the tiny strip of paper, knowing exactly who the aphorism’s author was referring to, and silently disagreed. Just a few days ago and thirty-thousand years in the future, she’d had the pleasure of hearing him perform his signature song live – while not wearing a watch. His trustworthiness wasn’t a problem. The person who wrote this “fortune” however, was a narcissistic sociopath who was going to get three helicopter-loads of people killed in about a dozen years.

She continued staring into the thing her European employees called a tablet. That was good, she thought, that it blended in with their technology and didn’t look too futuristic. The young woman whom she could just see in the corner of her eye, was in fact chronologically a year older than she. It was also good to see she’d put on neoprene gloves first before picking up some random scrap from a patient’s restroom floor, even though she knew this patient hadn’t been physically ill at all. She glanced at her own watch, one of only two on the entire planet that was currently working, and thought: twenty minutes... that should be more than enough.

Her assistant needed to be less formal, especially in public. Not for social or interpersonal reasons but because it looked attention-drawing weird for Petra to be speaking that way to someone of her apparent age. It had taken about a week to get her to “duzen” as the Germans call it. That part didn’t matter in English, and since this patient had escaped from an American hospital... It wasn’t a big deal at the moment. Furthermore, with time frozen, no one could see or hear them; they could speak however they wanted.

So she held off on another don’t-be-so-formal-in-public talk. The young German had never seen Marcy and Peppermint Patty from Peanuts either, so that analogy hadn’t helped. “Hey, since your tablet should be charged enough by now, go ahead and read me some more of your redacted report for the human workers, please.”

“Yes ma’am!” She whipped the thing out like a spaghetti-western gunslinger and got the page right open:

“A prior group of humans at some unspecified time have found the object. It is not exactly a sphere, but as Alex later described it, The Thing oscillates between a prolate spheroid and an oblate spheroid form. After the original humans found it, it accelerates into space to make its escape.”

She paused to clean a smudge off her screen and casually see if her suddenly-very-quiet boss was still even in the room. She was. Just evidently scanning a corner with a gadget that looked like an old-fashioned label maker.

“It lands on Venus and burrows under the surface slightly – at a place called Lakshmi Planum. This is supposed to be the automated spheroid’s way of returning to its alien caretakers or owners. It’s basically a tool for aliens on a camping trip. Alex later describes them as 12-dimensional beings. We aren’t sure if he’s joking or not. He’s a mathematician.”

She stopped to see why her boss had laughed. “It’s okay Petra, you quoted me exactly. But we’ll edit that part from the final version. Please continue.”

In truth she had known that mathematician since they were kids at school together over a hundred-twenty years in the future. That would be too much info for her assistant from this era of Earth’s past to handle right now. So she got her to keep reading the dumbed-down version while they could still take advantage of time being frozen and the nano robots were still erasing all evidence of the patient’s DNA; enough that the simple CSI types from this time would never be able to find anything.

Back to The Spheroid’s strategy:

Sort of like “if we get separated, meet back here.”

The Spheroid has rudimentary AI capabilities and the ability to monitor or access information networks. It concludes that Venus is a safe place to wait, since humans in the eventual future where it was-will-be found by the miners, will apparently at least partially terraform Mars. But they will do nothing whatsoever with Venus. They decide that it’s just too complicated due to the atmosphere.

The thing knows this from reading the ship’s logs and library files on the human-crewed spacecraft that picked it up. It will simply wait for the appropriate amount of time until right after it was originally found by the mining expedition and gravitationally slingshotted around a naked singularity. Then it will return to its original spatial coordinates and reunite with its owners, etc.

The important details left out in the “et cetera” portion of this account would fill the woman’s device. But several of the higher-ups were adamant that this was all they were cleared for.

She continued:

It does not, however, have the ability to refuse service to anyone else who may find it along the way – Think of an unlocked phone. And someone did find it.

At the end of its last encounter with humans, the six metallurgical researchers on the asteroid outpost who agreed to forget about the alien artifact because they believed it was too much power for any human beings to be trusted with – not only themselves, but any humans at all – made a mistake.

In erasing their memories, one or more of them accidentally erased something they shouldn’t have… A seemingly unimportant memory that would have led its owner to action… That would’ve established space exploration policy, eventually leading to Mars terraforming endeavors in the following century.

Instead? Humans in this alternate future have decided to terraform Venus after all. A few years later they did still terraform Mars as well.

The woman paused briefly to get ahold of herself. She knew the basics: time travel is real, the boss is from the future, the people she works for are the “good guys,” and naturally technology in the future is going to be more advanced. But the numbers which were forthcoming as she read had truly terrifying implications. Had humans become more advanced in this future as well? Enough so that they could be trusted with this kind of… well, firepower?

“It takes about one megaton pushing on every twenty-five square kilometers of atmosphere.” She went on reading.

“So 32,768 one-thousand megaton thermonuclear devices – shaped nuclear charges – are detonated simultaneously and at uniform height over equidistant points above the atmosphere of Venus, causing the atmosphere to undergo implosion-ablation and be largely blasted off into space where it gets harmlessly dragged in by the Sun’s gravity and becomes a zeptoscopically small amount of additional nuclear fuel for our star.”

Future-Alex’s calculations in high school in another century would show it had to be more firepower than that, and that the future-government was probably lying, but again not relevant to humans of 2006.

Thus with the planetary atmosphere of Venus pretty much removed, the humans eagerly began their sub-Cytherean terraforming operations.

Impact on the spheroid’s plans:

Venus was a place where it thought it could wait quietly for a millennium or so, without being disturbed, until its original owners came for it. Now, with all the humans poking around, the thing found it necessary to relocate. First to the far western edge of Ishtar Terra, and then off-planet. As far as it knows, Mars is still being colonized. It chooses for its hiding place, a subterranean cavern beneath a giant sinkhole in an abandoned part of Kentucky...

That was about as far as her assistant’s report would need to go for now, but of course it triggered some of Praji’s memories of her “home time” that she’d recently been forced to leave. That part of the story would need to continue in her mind vlog, privately. Prajina noticed the files in her mindwire beckoning to her but couldn’t look of course; the world would only be frozen for another thirteen minutes now.

Continue on to next section…

If And Only If

Copyright 2015

by Michelle Viviénne de Vandahlcourte

All rights reserved.

No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

First Edition. © December 16, 2015.

[the-great-lightwood-bane]

Febuwhump 2022 Masterpost

All Malec | Rated general | Series on AO3

@febuwhump

magicae bellantis

Day 1: head wound; day 28: presumed dead | tw blood, death, canon-typical violence, presumed dead, arguing & making up | AO3 | Tum/blr | Summary: Magnus’s magic loves Alec.

Choices and Self-Sacrificial Tendencies

Alt 9: friendly fire; day 18: forced to watch & day 20: caged & day 21: “help him” | tw canon-typical violence, blood, demonic possession | AO3 | Tum/blr | Summary: Magnus strode toward Alec, magic crackling at his fingertips, eyes a demonic black as though the pupil had swallowed up the iris, the whites of his eyes.

Or, Magnus is possessed. Alec doesn't want to hurt him.

alium bellantis

Day 3: blood loss; day 17: self-inflicted wound | tw blood, injury, death, canon-typical violence | AO3 | Tum/blr | Summary: A collection of AUs in my libertate bellantis 'verse.

Dreaming of You

Day 4: nightmares & day 5: “let me see” | tw VERY minor mention of blood | AO3 | Tumblr | Summary: Magnus knows he’ll never have a soulmate — he’s the son of a Prince of Hell, after all. Alec has been dreaming of his soulmate for as long as he can remember.

Chronic Pain

Day 10: “how long has it been?” & day 11: chronic pain | tw chronic pain | AO3 | Tumblr | Summary: Alec has chronic pain. Magnus finds out, and does what he can to help.

bone-deep

Day 6: hypothermia & day 13: won’t regain consciousness; day 19: delirium | tw unconsciousness, hypothermia, delirium | AO3 | Tum/blr | Summary: Magnus’s skin was cold to the touch.

home

Day 14: can’t go home | tw illness, mention of death (no major or minor named characters die) | AO3 | Tumblr | Summary: An unknown disease sweeps across the Shadow World.

hidden scars

Day 15: hidden scars | tw scars, discussion of past injury | AO3 | Tumblr | Summary: After a fight, Magnus can't keep up the glamour that usually covers his old scars. Feels and hurt/comfort follow.

magic (is more than the caster)

Day 7: used as an experiment & day 8: no anesthesia & day 9: kidnapped & day 13: “does that hurt?”; day 23: “don’t leave!” & day 24: too weak to move| tw human experimentation | AO3 | Tum/blr | Summary: Malec get captured, Valentine is an evil maniac, Magnus is a BAMF, and his magic loves Alec almost as much as he does.

Belief

Day 22: restrained | tw canon-typical violence, body-swap | AO3 | Tumblr | Summary: Alec knew two things: he couldn’t risk letting Valentine free, and he couldn’t risk letting Magnus die.

Growing Pains

Day 12: spiked drink & day 25: muffled screams | tw descriptions of pain, mention of suicide | AO3 | Tumblr | Summary: Alec is poisoned at a Clave function. Magnus makes the antidote in time, but everything is not over yet.

with great power

Alt 6: natural disaster | tw earthquakes, natural disasters | AO3 | Tumblr | Summary: There's a lot of responsibility associated with great power. Magnus has the opportunity to stop a tsunami.

Burning Bright

Alt 10: black eye | tw blood, canon-typical violence | AO3 | Tumblr | Summary: Trapped under a magic-suppressing ward without access to weapons, Magnus uses an ability Alec didn't know he had.