#white label dating app

[smithjoe]

A Step-by-Step Guide to Launching Your Own Tinder Clone App

Are you looking to create your dating app? Look no further than this step-by-step guide to launching your Tinder clone app. With the increasing popularity of online dating, making your dating app can be a lucrative business idea. This guide will walk you through the entire process, from concept to launch, ensuring you have all the tools and knowledge necessary to create a successful app.

Understanding the Market Demand for Dating Apps

The first step in launching your Tinder clone app is understanding the market demand for dating apps. Dating apps have gained immense popularity in recent years, with millions of users worldwide searching for potential partners online. 

It presents a significant opportunity for entrepreneurs and developers to enter the market and create a successful app. Analyze the top-performing dating apps and study their features, user base, and revenue models. Look for gaps in the market that your app can fill or unique features that differentiate it from existing apps.

Researching Competitors and Identifying Unique Selling Points

Once you clearly understand the market demand and competition, it's time to research your competitors and identify unique selling points for your Tinder clone app. 

Start by creating a list of the top dating apps in the market and analyze their strengths and weaknesses. For example, you notice that most dating apps focus on casual relationships. In that case, you can differentiate your app by targeting users looking for long-term commitments or specific niche interests.

Consider implementing unique features or functionalities that will set your app apart. It could be anything from advanced matching algorithms based on interests or compatibility to unique communication features that enhance the user experience.

Identifying the Key Features of a Successful Tinder Clone App

Tinder is known for its simple yet effective features that have revolutionized the dating app industry. Understanding and incorporating these key features is important to create a successful Tinder clone app.

User Profiles

Allow users to create profiles with relevant information such as bio, photos, and interests. It helps users find potential matches based on shared interests.

Swipe Functionality

Implement the iconic swipe feature that allows users to swipe right to like someone or leave to pass. This intuitive gesture-based interaction is a core element of the Tinder experience.

Matching Algorithms

Develop algorithms that match users based on their preferences, location, and other relevant factors. It ensures that users are presented with potential matches that are most likely to be compatible.

Messaging System

Enable users to communicate with their matches through a messaging system. Implement text messaging, multimedia sharing, and real-time notifications to enhance the user experience.

Geolocation

Integrate geolocation technology to show users potential matches in their vicinity. This feature allows users to connect with people nearby, increasing the chances of real-life meetups. By incorporating these key features into your Tinder clone app, you'll be able to create a user-friendly and engaging experience for your users.

Choosing the Right Technology Stack for Your Tinder Clone App

The next step in launching your Tinder clone app is to choose the right technology stack. 

The technological stack is the set of programming languages, frameworks, and tools that you will use to develop your app.

Scalability, performance, security, and simplicity of development are all important elements to consider when choosing a technological stack.

Additionally, consider integrating third-party APIs and services that can enhance the functionality of your app. 

These can include location-based services, real-time messaging, and social media integration.

Developing the User Interface and Experience for Your App

The design of your Tinder clone app plays a crucial role in attracting and retaining users. A visually appealing and intuitive user interface (UI) and a seamless user experience (UX) will make your app stand out.

Begin with developing wireframes and prototypes to visualize the layout and flow of your app. Consider the user journey and ensure the app's intuitive and user-friendly navigation. Use high-quality graphics, icons, and colors that align with your brand and appeal to your target audience.

These small touches can greatly enhance the overall user experience and make your app more engaging. Test your app's design with real users to gather feedback and make necessary improvements before proceeding to the development stage.

Testing and Debugging Your App

Before launching your Tinder clone app, thorough testing and debugging are essential to ensure a smooth user experience. 

Test your app on different devices, operating systems, and network conditions to identify and fix any bugs or performance issues.

Conduct functional testing to confirm that all features perform as intended. Test the app's usability and navigation by conducting user testing sessions or gathering feedback from beta testers. 

Address any issues or concerns raised during the testing phase to ensure a seamless user experience.

Launching Your Tinder Clone App on App Stores

Once you have successfully tested and debugged your Tinder clone app, it's time to prepare for its launch on app stores. Start by creating compelling app store listings that highlight your app's unique features and benefits.

Submit your app for review and address any feedback or issues the app store review team raises. Once approved, set a launch date and promote the upcoming release to build anticipation among your target audience.

Marketing and Promoting Your Tinder Clone App for Maximum Downloads

Launching your Tinder clone app is just the beginning. It would help if you implemented effective marketing and promotion strategies to maximize downloads and user engagement and ensure its success.

App Store Optimization (ASO)

Optimize your app store listings with relevant keywords, appealing screenshots, and a compelling description to improve its visibility in search results.

Social media marketing

Leverage popular social media networks to attract consideration for your app. Engage with your target audience, share app updates, and run targeted ad campaigns to drive downloads.

Influencer partnerships

Collaborate with influencers or bloggers in the dating or lifestyle niche to promote your app to their followers. It can generate organic traffic and increase brand awareness.

Content marketing 

Create high-quality content, such as blog articles or videos, that provide value to your target audience. Share this content on your app's website, social media channels, and other relevant platforms to attract users and establish credibility.

Referral programs 

Implement a referral system that rewards users for inviting friends to join the app. It can incentivize users to spread the word about your app and drive user acquisition.

Conclusion

Launching your own Tinder clone app is an exciting endeavor but requires careful planning and execution. You can create a dating app that stands out by understanding the market, researching your target audience, planning the features, and designing a user-friendly interface. Stay up to date on the newest dating app trends and technology to ensure your app's long-term success. By following this step-by-step guide and leveraging a Tinder clone script, you can launch a successful white label dating app that meets the needs of your target audience and differentiates itself from competitors.

[my-proof-is-you]

Now That We Don’t Talk - Part 1

Summary: When you started dating Jensen Ackles, things were damn near perfect. You were so compatible, and you fit into his life seamlessly. After Supernatural ended, though, Jensen got a new job. Pretty soon, Jensen also got a new life. And you no longer fit in it.

Jensen x You

Inspired by the song Now That We Don’t Talk by Taylor Swift

Masterlist

You

You sat the last box down in your living room with a grunt. You’d been lugging boxes into your new apartment all day, and you were exhausted. You let your tired body fall back onto the couch, sinking into the soft cushions. 

You looked around the room filled with cardboard and the few pieces of furniture you had. You could feel the tears threatening to fill your eyes, and bit your lip to stop them. You pulled out your phone, tapping the name of the only person you could think to call at that moment. 

“Hi, baby, how are you doing?” your mom answered on the second ring.

You sighed. “I’ve been better,” you replied, rubbing a hand down your face.

“This really is for the best, you know?” she said, and you could almost picture the sympathetic look she’d have on her face. 

“Is it? Cause right now it feels just…horrible.”

“Yes, Y/N, it is. He changed, and you are not the only one who noticed.”

You sighed again. “Thanks, Momma. I better get unpacking. Love you.”

“Love you too, Bug. Pour yourself a glass of wine and just try to relax.”

You smiled as you hung up. Your mom truly was your best friend. You’d called her right after you broke up with Jensen and she’d talked you through it the best she could from nearly a thousand miles away. 

After you’d moved to Austin to be with Jensen, you saw your mom a lot less than you’d liked. It was tempting to move back home after the breakup, but you had a job that you really loved, and you just couldn’t bring yourself to leave it. 

You had friends nearby, too. The only problem was that Jensen was the one who introduced you to them, which made you feel a little uncomfortable. Gen had already reached out to you. She’d left a message wanting to get together to hang out. You hadn’t responded yet. You just weren’t sure if you could handle the inevitable conversation she’d want to have about the breakup.

You pulled out your corkscrew and a wine glass from your box labeled “kitchen” and opened the bottle of white wine you’d gotten on your quick grocery trip earlier in the day. As you took your first sip, you sat down again and let your mind wander to the beginnings of your relationship with Jensen. 

Two Years Earlier - You

It had been by chance that you’d met the green-eyed actor at a coffee shop in your small town of Salida, Colorado. He’d been on his way home from a fan convention in Denver and had taken a wrong turn. He’d wanted to make the long drive alone to clear his head, and you’d learn later how stubborn he was about using the GPS on his phone. 

He’d come into the coffee shop you frequented to get some caffeine and directions. You’d recognized him, of course, since you were a fan of Supernatural. You’d always kept up with the show, but you weren’t a big enough fan to have gone to the convention. 

“Excuse me, miss,” you heard, looking up from your laptop in surprise. Though you’d noticed him enter the shop immediately, you’d never expected him to talk to you. 

“I’m on my way back to Texas, and I think I’m a little lost. I don’t have any service on my phone, but I’m using the Wi-Fi here to look at Google Maps.”

You nodded, listening to his explanation while still wondering why he was talking to you of all people. 

“Can you take a look and tell me if this is a good route back to I-25?” he asked, giving you a dazzling smile. You returned it, and took his phone. 

“Sure,” you said, looking at the route his phone was going to take him. It looked fine, which only added to your confusion at the question he was asking you. Surely the app could tell Jensen what the fastest or easiest route was.

“That is a good option,” you said, handing him his phone back. “And when you go through Trinidad, there’s a great little barbecue place off Main Street you should check out. Awesome pulled pork and even better cheese fries.”

He nodded, his eyes surprised. “Thanks—“ he paused, stretching out his hand in an invitation to shake yours.

“Y/N,” you responded, placing your hand in his calloused one.

“Y/N,” he repeated. “I’m Jensen.” 

“I know,” you said with a smirk. He let out a chuckle and stood there for another moment, as if deciding something. 

“Would it be weird if I asked to buy you a cup of coffee?” he asked finally.

“Hmm, I have coffee,” you replied, glancing at the paper cup in front of you. He seemed to deflate a little, and you quickly continued. “But I would love a scone.”

He smiled again, giving you a wink as he headed to the counter. After he bought your scone and his own coffee, he returned to your table where he asked if he could join you.

You made small talk for a little bit. You told him you liked his show; he asked you about your life in Salida; you joked easily with each other. Before you knew it, a couple of hours had gone by. 

“Well, I really should get going. I have a long drive ahead of me,” Jensen said, leaning back in his chair. 

“Yeah, good idea,” you responded. You had really enjoyed your talk with him, even if it was just a random moment in your life and you never saw him again.

“Do you think I could see you again?” he asked, looking a little nervous. It was very cute, especially since he was a famous actor. 

“Might be a little tough, what with living a thousand miles apart,” you said with a smirk. You saw his shoulders sink a little. “How about I give you my number. If you ever want to talk, I’ll answer.”

“Hmm,” he said, nodding. “It’s not ideal, but I’ll take what I can get, sweetheart.” 

You smiled coyly and put your number in his phone. “It was great to meet you, Jensen. I hope we meet again.”

“Oh, I think we will, Y/N,” he said confidently. You shook your head with a smile as he backed away from the table and out the door.  I will never hear from him again, you thought as you watched him get into his car that was parked on the street. Little did you know, one day later he would prove you wrong.

Forevers:

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[mewobrute]

(Last updated Aug 24 2024)

HEY GUYS!

This is a Sans AU (and Sanscest Ship) + Undertale AU Blog!

Welcome to my Blog where I post usually everything! (reblogs, art, text.)

i love u pookie @voidzphere <3

To get things out of the way just gonna list some people I DONT want here!

-PRODARKSHIPPERS/Comshippers, or whatever label your covering yourselves with, YOU ARE NOT VALIDATED OR WANTED HERE! I cannot control who follows me, but if I catch one following me its an immediate block. This also goes for the people who support them but aren't directly calling themselves a prodarkshipper.

-Racists, White-supremacists, Homophobics/Transphobics, people who make fun of Xeno-Genders and/or Neo-Pronouns.

-I do not want people under 12 to be on my blog.

I HAVE DIVERSE ARTSTYLES

I really like to experiment with art-styles, so i cant promise that my art-style will be consistent! Sometimes I may stick to one for a couple of weeks, but I may gradually move onto another! (Except for my oval head style, I'll forever love that one!)

I USE ANY PRONOUNS!

refer to me as a girl, boy, neither, nothing, I DONT CARE!! (You can literally never misgender me.)

NO NSFW

The definition on NSFW for me is, sex, or nudity (sexual), anything not okay for young children to see. (and since I am A minor, I will not post anything like that.)

I do NOT do any nsfw.

I am a Minor!

Reminder that I am a minor, so no sincere suggestive comments towards me, even if you are a minor yourself. (this excludes my Partner <3.)

I do Sans X Sans Ships!!

This should be obvious! If you do not like Sanscest this isnt the blog for you! I make some once in a while, if not all the time.. And I am a multishipper!

Do not DM me for an art-trade or for free art if you are a stranger, I will not reply.

I use IPAD and APPLE PENCIL, (I use the app Procreate and the online site Magma) to draw.

I may also use other devices, (phone, laptop.)

I may update this, idk when, but if the date is different and you care, just check in to see what I added.

[copperbadge]

Endeavor OTC II: ADHD Boogaloo!

I've been diligently putting in 25 minutes a day on the video game for ADHD and focus that I talked about here. The first thing the game does is test your baseline, a measure of your ability to focus among other things, and set a goal for you to reach from baseline. Each day's gaming is a "dose" of a six week "treatment", and I appreciate them using medical language, because when I'm getting frustrated by the game or feeling like I don't want to play on any given day, it's a quick reminder that the goal is not to win but to undergo treatment.

(Me to therapist: "I'm secretly very competitive." Therapist: "It's not as secret as you think.")

The game retests your focus score every 15 "missions" (you can play several missions per day, each lasting around 3-7 minutes). I started at 36/100, with a goal of 57, and was delighted to have hit it yesterday, after only two weeks:

[ID: A chart of my progress, labeled "Your Focus Score"; it spans October 7th-20th, and shows me rising from 36 to 59 across several dates where they evaluated my progress.]

They haven't given me a new goal and I'm not sure if they will, but I'm going to continue to treat for the full six weeks and see if I can't get into that Top 10% bracket.

Supposedly the two-week mark is where one may start noticing improvement in focus, impulsivity, and similar issues that people with ADHD struggle with. I haven't noticed anything drastic, but I have become aware that I use my headphones less. Usually when I'm out in public, or if I'm working on something that doesn't require intensive focus at home, I have my headphones in and music or a podcast playing, because I get so bored so easily. But when I was traveling home from Texas I took them out to go through security and just...didn't put them back in for like half an hour, which especially in an airport is shocking to me. I've been playing podcasts on my phone at home less, too.

You can't buy anything in the game once you've subscribed to it, but you can earn coins by running missions, and use the coins to buy various costumes for your avatar -- and I finally saved up enough for the costume I wanted....

I'm the dapperest Victorian feline to ever have ADHD.

[ID: A screengrab of the welcome page of the app, which reads "Welcome Sam" at the top, over a backdrop that shows a field of stars and a distant galaxy. In the foreground is my avatar, currently dressed as a black and white anthropomorphic cat, with his whiskers waxed into a curly mustache, dressed in a top hat and tuxedo.]

[ultram0th]

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 06: FaceApp

Info │ 01 │ 02 │ 03 │ 04 │ 05 │ 06

Stiles giggled to himself as he messed around with FaceApp on his phone, playing with a picture of his boyfriend, Derek. He’d decided to occupy his time while waiting on the bed as Derek finished getting ready for their date night by playing around with random apps.

Stiles had taken a photo featuring Derek’s trademark scowl, and was having a great time playing with the lighting and some of the features. When he saw an ad for the premium edition, offering “Magical Changes”, Stiles shrugged and paid the $2.99.

A plethora of extra photo manipulation options popped up on screen, including a makeup section.

“‘Magical Changes’?” Stiles snickered as he clicked the makeup option…

Derek spritzed some of his cologne on as he got ready for his and Stiles’s date night. The werewolf pulled on a white button down shirt, leaving the top few buttons undone to let the cleft of his manly pecs be showcased. He looked like a total man’s man, and as he finished getting ready, Derek gave himself one last look in the mirror.

“Huh?” he wondered aloud as it looked like he was puckering his lips.

Then his eyes widened as his lips gradually inflated, becoming plump and more full as if he’d had some filler. His lips went from thin to a nice set of DSLs before a shimmering substance coated itself over them. The stunned Derek was helpless to do anything except watch as his lips turned pink and glossy, makeup somehow appearing all over his masculine face. His eyelashes lengthened as mascara was applied, and slight eyeshadow formed on his orbitals.

Derek went from looking tough and manly, to pretty and made up.

“What the fuck?” Derek panicked as he stared at his made up face in the mirror. He turned on the hot water at the sink and scrubbed at his face with soap, but no matter how hard he rubbed, the makeup remained. “I can’t go out looking like this!”

The alpha was humiliated at the thought of going around Beacon Hills wearing lipstick and eye shadow, complete with plump lips. His heart raced in his chest as he wondered what was going on…

“Hmm,” Stiles hummed as he continued to play around with his phone. Despite thinking that Derek did look pretty with the makeup filter, it didn’t really suit him too well. He cleared the filters and decided to start anew when a magnifying glass icon caught his eye…

“What the fuck was that?!” Derek huffed as his face changed back to normal in the blink of an eye. The makeup had completely disappeared and his lips were back to their normal size.

The werewolf rubbed at his eyes as if they were just playing tricks on him, which they must’ve, since when Derek examined his reflection, his face looked normal. That was until he felt his ears tingled slightly.

Derek gasped loudly as both of his ears seemingly pulled away from his head, steadily growing larger. They flapped a little outward so that they were forward-facing, giving the shocked Derek a full view of his massive ears that made him look like Dumbo. They were hilariously big, jutting out from his head at a severe angle.

Next, the werewolf nearly went cross-eyed as he watched his nose pack on more size. It wasn’t like a Pinocchio-growth, instead the whole nose packed on size to become larger, taking up more of his face as it jutted further out.

Before long, Derek had a large set of ears and a massive nose that made him feel like he was staring into a funhouse mirror instead of his bathroom mirror.

“What’s happening to me?!” Derek cried out as he grasped at his huge ears in a panic, wondering why his face kept changing…

Stiles could barely contain his hysterics at the silly picture of his boyfriend on his phone. He was about to call it quits when he saw another set of filters: Impressions.

Altering clearing the current filters, Stiles selected the folder and scrolled through the numerous options before finding an interesting one simply labeled “Giga-Chad”…

Again, Derek’s altered face snapped back to normal— his ears and nose deflating to their normal size, giving the werewolf a temporary sense of relief. He kept a cautious eye on the mirror lest his face start to change some more, but as more time passed, Derek breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Maybe I’m just losing my mind…” he trailed off, his eyes widening at the deep baritone to his voice. His voice sounded like it was several octaves deeper, sounding much more masculine than intended.

It was then that Derek watched his lower jaw shift and start to pull outwards. As it grew longer, it also widened significantly, giving the werewolf’s face a squared appearance. A deep cleft formed in his jaw as well, giving it a noticeable dimple. Cheekbones became more pronounced and Derek’s stubble gradually darkened.

“I… uh, I g-guess this look’s not too bad,” Derek muttered in his deeper voice as he ran a shaky hand over his widened jaw…

Stiles nodded with satisfaction over his handy work and pressed “Save” on the app, figuring that he’d show Derek later for a good laugh. He pocketed his phone and sighed as he waited for Derek to finish getting ready, starting to get impatient.

“Der?” Stiles called out. “Are you ready yet?”

“Um, coming!” Derek called out, yet his voice sounded much deeper than usual.

“Are you getting sick?” Stiles asked, concerned at the sound of Derek’s voice. He got off the bed and walked over to the bathroom, pausing at the sight of his altered boyfriend.

Derek was dressed up in his white button down shirt that showcased his muscles perfectly, and his slacks did little to conceal his massive bulge. Yet, most of the focus was his manly square jaw and high cheekbones. The dimpled chin was covered in manly stubble, oozing masculinity.

“How do I look?” Derek asked cheekily in his deep voice, gesturing at his face. “Wait— what are you doing?”

Stiles was already unbuttoning his pants, getting ready to ride the new Giga-Chad all night long.

[takocreep]

yo you seem actually sane and a good level of aggro so i'm asking you. i'm a detrans woman i was a "gay" TIF for about 10 years and would have insisted i was ONLY into men. However had almost no attraction to real men, only fictional characters. and i'd sex-change all the fictional men into tall, huge-breasted and small waist big-hips and thighs women. with makeup and long hair. Still calling them he/hims. think like jessica rabbit. was on gay dating apps too, looking for fellow "gay trans men" who hadn't and didn't want to transition and who preferably were femme with big round tits and lipgloss. never caught any (surprise). when i used to watch porn it was women in wet white t-shirts bouncing. then i did have sex with two actual males and it was like, tolerable, not bad not fantastic. only been "in love with" one person, a male instagram model i never met or talked to. used to be delulu and think he MIGHT be trans, preferred the thought of him with a pussy. Now i am detransed. Still a bit attracted to men, but no longer the same to female bodies cos i can't he-him them and BELIEVE it anymore. Do you think i was a cooked hetero? or am i bisexual and cooked? people are so fucking up their ass about the correct labels on this site and i don't even know if i should say i'm bi. like just because i was getting off to my tall busty female oc... i was he-him ing that one though so am i fucking hetero

LOL

well, you're definitely bi. don't overthink it - you're attracted to males and females. bisexuals are often into both sexes for different reasons and at differing and even alternating levels. i think you just had some variety of genderbending fetish going on - also common for bisexuals. don't sweat it.

[krirebr]

♠️ Aspec stuff - I hope this is not disrespectful but I'm wondering how you found out? I'm bi and I remember the moment I found out clearly. Everything suddenly made sense and clicked into place. Did you have a moment like that?

Not disrespectful at all!! And my answer is, yes? Sort of? It was a very long journey that ended decisively.

It can be really hard, I think, to define the absence of something, rather than a presence. I only ever had my own experiences, so I spent my teenage years assuming what I was feeling was the same as everyone else. Also, it was the late 90s, early aughts, and we just really didn't talk about queer stuff nearly as much, especially not identities outside of being gay.

Around the time I turned 20, I finally started realizing that my experience probably wasn't what my straight friends felt. I also was fairly certain I wasn't gay. In 2005/6, the only other orientation that was really out there was bi, so I figured that's what I had to be. I mean, it made a bit of sense. My attraction to both men and women was basically the same. I just didn't have the vocabulary then to understand that that level of attraction was 0. But I also always knew that the bi label didn't really fit. But I had to be something!

So I really fumbled all the way through my twenties. I was much happier when I wasn't trying to hook up or date, but that couldn't be ok, right? Everything and everyone was telling me that I'd be happier if I was in a relationship and if I wasn't a virgin anymore. So, every few years, I would force myself to get on the apps, or let my friends set me up with someone and it was always awful. It always made me miserable.

And I was getting really frustrated with this part of my identity still being such a question mark. It was really starting to weigh on me.

So, a few months before I turned 30, I got on Tinder. And it was the worst one yet. I hated matching with people, I hated talking to people, I hated going on dates. Like once, I went out with a guy and on the date he told me he was married and I was so fucking relieved. It meant I never had to go out with him again and I wouldn't have to feel bad about it. 😂

After another bad round of dating, I was talking to my sister about how frustrated I was, and she said, "I just listened to a podcast about this thing called 'asexuality' and it actually made me think about you. I hope that's ok." And that night, I listened to the podcast episode. And it wasn't great - it was two straight, cis, white guys talking about something they didn't really understand, but it pointed me towards asexuality.org and their FAQ and that was my lightning strike moment. It defined not just asexuality, but also aromanticism and I was like "Oh! This is me!" And yeah, that's when everything snapped into place, and everything I'd done that I'd never quite been able to make sense snapped into focus.

It was still a bit of a journey after that to fully define these words for myself. But yeah, that was my moment. And things got a lot better, and easier, and happier for me after that.

Thank you for asking Jaqui and letting me share!! 💜💜

Kris's 700 Celebration

[averymendoza]

“AND I'M SO SICK OF THEM COMING AT ME AGAIN. 'CAUSE IF I WERE A MAN, THEN I'D BE THE MAN”

INTRODUCING…

NAME: Avery Lisette Mendoza

GENDER & PREFERRED PRONOUNS: Cis woman {She/Her}

AGE: 43

BIRTHDAY: April 20, 1981

ZODIAC: Taurus Sun, Aries Moon, Virgo Rising

SEXUALITY: Bisexual

FACE CLAIM: Jessica Alba

LABEL: The Magnate

OCCUPATION: Creative Director/Graphic Designer @ Spark

HOMETOWN: Cole, WY

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Cole, WY

CHARACTER PLAYLIST: HERE.

UP NEXT: “THE MAN” BY TAYLOR SWIFT

BIOGRAPHY: TW ARRANGED MARRIAGE, ILLNESS MENTION

Avery was born a first generation American to parents who wanted a better life for her and themselves. Why they chose Cole, WY? It was the cheapest ticket at the time - and that was that. Avery never asked for anything, growing up. Money was always tight, and she had a bed and food every night - what more could she ask for? One of the luxuries they did have in the Mendoza household was a TV. Though it was an ancient relic that only played black and white film, the moments of watching with her family are highlights of her childhood. That marked her first dream: to be an actress. In school, she actually partook in the theater program and was actually fairly good at it. She was the lead for a couple musicals and plays throughout her elementary, middle school and high school careers. An aspect of school she didn’t like was how everyone was so quick to judge. Having old beat up clothing didn’t really help her, but she managed to make a couple real good friends throughout her schooling years that have stuck by her since. You’d think she would pay for new clothes once she got her first job in high school, but her paychecks went towards helping her parents to replace appliances that went awry within the home. Avery’s helpful nature didn’t end there. She turned down a full rise to Penn State in order to take care of her sick mother. At this time in her life, her father moved to LA and was sending them money as support. It was also at this time that Avery became aware of the arranged marriage that her father set up for her; A nice fellow who was the son of her father’s friend. With him, everything would be set - she wouldn’t have to raise a finger or worry about finances. She was going to go through with it for her father’s sake. He broke his back getting their family a better life in America. Avery couldn’t just walk away. But, that was until she bolted out of the chapel and hailed a cab out of there. It just wasn’t her. She couldn’t live a whatever sort of life just because it was what her family wanted for her. She had to do what she wanted for herself. Avery moved to NYC and worked various jobs to support herself and her tuition at NYU. She graduated with high honors in graphic design with a minor in business studies. It was a night like any other when Avery had an idea for a dating app for middle aged women and older. Being stood up for the umpteenth time was the last straw for the Mendoza woman. She came up with the idea of a referral system for men to join the app - that way they were verified by women utilizing the app that they were looking for the real thing. The app, Spark, took over the internet. The success stories started flooding in of grandmothers, mothers, aunts, all finding love again. It filled Avery’s heart. It also made her feel that much better that it was a company she started with her college roommates - people she trusted and all girl bosses. Recently, Avery came back to Cole to take a break from the fast-paced life in NYC.

EXTRA-EXTRA, READ ALL ABOUT HER!

Avery is always looking for her next greatest idea. Currently, she is working on a book centering around empowerment with a friend of hers. She’s always go, go, go, go, go - she sometimes forgets to stop and appreciate where she is in life. Unlucky in love, Avery is usually stood up and isn’t used to genuine people who are interested in her. When she comes across people who are genuinely interested, she tends to write them off as being nice or messing with her. Avery is quick on her feet and there’s nothing she loves more than game nights. Uberly competitive, Avery loves to win and is really good at games - so she’s definitely someone you want on your team if there’s a game night happening. Avery loves to read, and people can easily find her at the bookstore when she isn’t working. It doesn’t take much to get Avery to go out and have fun. She’s always having a margarita or two and then dancing on top of tables at the bar. She’s blunt, but it’s for the best of whoever she’s speaking with. She doesn’t like to beat around the bush. She also loves to play devil’s advocate over situations to help people sort out their own answer. Overall, she’s just by girl boss babe - here for a fun time.

PERSONALITY:

+ Ambitious, Adroit, and Innovative

- Confrontational, Guarded, and Blunt

[callsignspark]

Ik this isnt part of the ask game, but would you consider showing us how you outline in Trello?? It looks so freaking effective!

I have been waiting for someone to ask me this question. thank you so so so so much you’re going to regret asking lmao

so as I said before I use Trello - a free cloud based project management tool - to outline and write my fics (and also for my to do list and my Christmas present shopping and vacation planning and literally everything) because, to be 100% honest with you, I have no chill. I have never been relaxed about anything. ever. not a single day in my life. and therefore I marinate on fic ideas in my mind for months (sometimes years!) before I start doing anything with them. this is my process I use for everything I write and we’re using Mar[r]y Me as my example!

the first thing is the idea. I get an idea and I word vomit vibes into the closest thing (notes app, google doc, scribbling into my work notebook, texting a friend) and then I marinate on the idea. I first had the idea for Mar[r]y Me on January 25, 2023. it went through several iterations as I shaped what it was going to be and below is what I sent to Jordan in June 2023 and it’s the basis for the story we’ve all been following. (or mostly, it’s changed quite a bit since then.)

once I’m ready to start writing I create a board in Trello. think of a board like a white board, you then add “cards” which I think of as sticky notes except with a lot more features. also my process is the same no matter if it’s a one shot or a multi chapter fic, it just depends if it gets its own board or it goes into my one shot board. (which is filled with ideas waiting to be written lol) anyway. this is the Mar[r]y Me board!

for a multi chapter fic like this each chapter gets a card in the IN PROGRESS list (they move to the right as things get written/posted). each card follows a template: title, due date (loosely assigned to get an idea of what a posting schedule may look like), a label (always being with need to plan), and a checklist. also the chapter outline - obviously.

before I get into the outline, I use the labels as a nice visual representation of what the status of everything is. as the screenshot below shows, the each writing stage has its own color (and I use the color blind color schemes so I get the fun patterns too!) and it gets changed as we go along. it helps me know at a quick glance where everything is at the moment.

I also love the checklist feature, see below. which basically has all the steps I need to follow once I have a chapter written and ready for final editing. it may seem like overkill but I work long hours and you’d be amazed at how easily my brain forgets things lmao. so this ensures nothing is missed when I’m getting ready to post.

now onto the outline. my outline goes from something super basic, to a few bullet points, to an in depth summary of what’s going to be written. using chapter one as an example of this progression.

1. this is the og outline for the whole story. just a dream and a vibe and one sentence. literally.

2. the expanded outline for chapter one

3. just a small section of the final outline I used to write the chapter. a lot of my final outline ends up being actual sentences that I use in the final draft, I basically write the chapter in bullet points and unfinished sentences.

4. I use the very expanded outline to write the actual chapter. following along bullet point by bullet point. an example from chapter 9 since that’s what I’m writing rn.

5. once everything is written, all the bullet points have been used up or ignored, I transfer it into google docs and read it to myself, editing as I go. once I’m happy with my final rough draft I use grammarly to idiot check things because I’m an engineer not an English major. then I start using the checklist (teaser posting, creating tumblr post, etc.) and then the worst part. I walk around my home office and I read the entire chapter out loud to myself and make final edits as I go. is it excruciating to have to listen to myself speak the flirting I’ve just written out loud? yes. have I made myself cry multiple times? yes. do I find a lot of rough spots and smooth them out? yes. that’s usually done on Thursday nights.

6. from there it’s all final editing and formatting and scheduling the final post. I also have to create the accompanying recipe post for Mar[r]y Me so I do that too. and we post on Fridays! sometimes I share the google doc link with friends so they get an advanced copy of the chapter and sometimes they get to be surprised with everyone else (I’m running behind schedule and don’t have time to share it lmao)

it’s a lot of work for something I’m producing for free but I genuinely love it so much and it helps me keep everything straight. there would be so many lost ideas and abandoned thoughts if I didn’t do it this way. it’s crazy that this the first fic I’ve ever written and that I’ll probably be close to 90k words by the time it’s finished.

if you’ve made it this far thank you for indulging my very intense brain and it’s processes. I love the community we’ve created here on this blog and I’m so excited to keep writing and sharing. and I especially want to give a big thank you to my very good friends Ames, Alexa, and Jordan. Mar[r]y Me would not be the story it is without them and I can’t thank you enough for your love and encouragement during this story.

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

Sacred Mysteries

At 10:40 PM, ET, on a Saturday, Martin began a message to himself. He closed the main GlassWave tab, then clicked on a small app on the right-hand side of his window to create a new tab. He typed "GREETING" in the text entry box at the top of this new tab.

Without much further thought, he pressed the RETURN key. More than 1,250 words appeared before him in GlassWave's standard white-and-gray text-box format. There was a blurry background image beneath. Martin was not sure how this image had been created, but there it was, in its blurry glory.

They all come here, and they are all the same: the fear-mongers, the flatterers, and the bureaucrats; the sufferers and the psychotics; the parasites, the trenders, and the perverts; the tempted, the damned, and the converted; the old, the neurotic, and the young; the makeup-wearers, the technically challenged, and the victims of the mysteries.

They come here and they are all the same, from the harmless to the grievous. They are seeking something, and they are seeking it in the only place it can be found. Everything that can be seen has been seen before. Everything that can be said has been said before.

We must not let them see, and we must not let them hear, but we can see them and we can hear them. We can touch their hearts and their minds and their souls.

Martin read the opening section of the message one last time. The words came to him as if from far away, and they described a world he had lost touch with long ago.

"When I was a child," the words read, "I was curious about the origin of a particular phrase. I've since forgotten what phrase it was, but back then I knew it was a phrase people used. I found it in some book or in a movie or something, and I thought it was neat, and I thought that people were using it as a phrase, like they say 'that's how the cookie crumbles' or 'you know the drill' or something like that, except that it was in a different context, in a context that people actually used, but I don't remember the context, and the phrase itself was complicated and it had a pun in it, but I don't remember the pun, only the phrase itself, but not enough to find it, which I've never tried to find, but now I guess I will, when I have the time, so I don't have to think about it anymore."

Martin began reading the subsequent paragraphs of his message. He read them quickly, stopping only to check the calendar date on his wall at the end of each one. Every one was labeled with a date in the past, then one in the future.

The words formed a tale. It was a tale of puzzles and tricks and questions and obfuscation, a tale in which the characters spoke in a strange, cryptic language. The tale was replete with blood and pain and death and terror and suffering, but this made it no less of a puzzle, and no less of a series of tricks.

The tale told how people from another world had come to this world and had constructed a web of signs and rituals and beliefs. They had learned, as children, that this world was real, and they had found it beautiful and precious, and they set out to defend it from the dangers that lay outside.

Martin began to notice something. In the first paragraph, the word "them" referred to mysteries. In the second, it referred to puzzles. It referred to tricks and questions and obfuscation in the third. And, in the fourth and fifth, it seemed to refer to a mixture of everything -- mysteries, puzzles, tricks, questions, obfuscation.

(Martin decided to ignore the fact that "them" was used throughout the story with both singular and plural referents.)

The tale was set in a labyrinth, and it began with the title of the labyrinth: "The Buried Giant." This was not a name for a person or a thing, but for a place, wherein were found the mysteries, the puzzles, the tricks, the questions, and the obfuscation that had been forgotten by men, and buried by time.

A traveler had come to this place, and had seen the mysteries. He began to wonder how they were buried, and where they came from.

To answer these questions, and to solve the puzzles, he began a quest. His quest was to liberate the mysteries from the labyrinth.

In the labyrinth, the traveler discovered a world of immensely intelligent creatures who lived without the mysteries. They had forgotten them, long ago, and their minds had been made a pure white, a perfect void, a blurred background image.

And yet, the mysteries had returned to them, through a mystical doorway in the labyrinth. But this doorway was blocked by a vast tangle of puzzles, and the traveler was tasked with cutting through this tangle.

The traveler would not have succeeded, without the help of a figure called Merlin. Merlin had come to the labyrinth, to study the mystical doorway, and had somehow learned the secret name of the traveler. Merlin knew the name and the traveler's face, and had come to the labyrinth to reunite them.

When the traveler reached the doorway, he handed Merlin his sword, then took a ring from Merlin and placed it upon his finger.

Now, the traveler made his way through the "tangle" to the other side. Merlin awaited him, and together they would ride the tangle to the ancient elf city beyond. They would fight a battle there, to liberate the mysteries from the prisoners of the labyrinth, and would return them to the ancestors of the creatures of the labyrinth, who had forgotten them and lived without them.

The traveler made his way to the other side of the tangle. Merlin awaited him.

Martin stopped reading. He did not understand.

The figures of the tale -- the traveler, Merlin, the creatures -- were absurd.

They were not figures of a children's story, like "That's How the Cookie Crumbles." Nor were they figures of a non-fictional text, like "the mysteries of the brain." They were not admirable fictional figures, like an 18th century nobleman who had a love for ancient history, or a 19th century archeologist who had a love for the mind, or a 20th century philosopher who had a love for the inner world, or a 21st century physicist who had a love for game theory and mathematics. Nor were they mere pantomimes, mere signifiers without signifieds, mere tokens without referents.

The traveler and Merlin were pure idea, molded in the crucible of Martin's mind, at 10:41 PM, on a Saturday. They were ideata, arising from the sacred mysteries. They were not three-dimensional, and yet they were not figures of a line drawing, figures that could be flattened and then flipped back upright and they would be the same. They were a unit, a complex unit. They were a voice, a means, a toy, a puzzle. They were a composite of parts. They were aliens. They were a language. They were, simply, a sign, a symbol, a cipher.

They were not nonsense. They had a meaning. They were something to think about, and something to consider. They were something Martin was thinking about, and something he had considered. They were a thought, an idea, an implication, a vision, an allusion, a shape, a pattern. They were a mirror, an occult thought, a phantom, a pantomime, an allusion. They were a link between two worlds, a link between men and a place wherein lay mysteries.

They were two faces of the same coin. They were the implied and the implicating, and they were united. They were the linguistic code and the objects that the code pointed to. They were composed of meaning. They were impossible. They were a code. They were a toy. They were a cipher.

They had colors. They were like Merlin, with his white-blurred-background, with his pure white, his pure void. They were like Merlin, but their colors were more diverse.

They were like Merlin, but they came to the labyrinth to free the traveler's mind from the white-blurred-background. They had not come to help the traveler free his mind, but to chain him further, to make the mystery more unavoidable.

They were like Merlin, but they wore rings on their fingers, not the ring of Merlin, but their own rings, rings as nondescript as they were, a ring that took on the form of a figure, and a figure that took on the form of a ring.

They were like Merlin, unlike Merlin, and they were like the traveler, unlike the

[wingsdreamt]

@steeleidolon (happy birthday, Kunsel)

Today's date is significant, even if Zack has not done or said anything outwardly to acknowledge it beyond what their friends already have planned for the night outing. Not yet, at least.

It always starts with an idea.

His ideas are never fully formed from the get go, taking on shape as time and circumstance guide him towards the right moment.

Okay, he isn’t not so much waiting for a nebulous ‘right moment’ in this case considering he’s had the date highlighted on his calendar app for practically as long as they’ve known each other, but that’s the general gist of it.

In the rare moments where Kunsel was occupied but Zack was not; that had been the time to conduct his research in secrecy. Saving gil was the easy part in all this. His drawings may have been a bit crude, his attempts at a description may have been eyebrow raising, but he was earnest and persistent no matter how many parlors turned him away.

Last week, and not a moment too soon, he finally found someone willing to sit down with him long enough to put together a general picture of what earrings he needed to get.

--

The Clandestine Rabbit had seen many an odd client in Haley’s many years working here, but never one with such an unusually simple, albeit particular request. He’d been going about it all the wrong way, of course. She could not tell from a drawing alone what sort of piercings a person might have worn. No matter how detailed or passionately of a description of ear scarring Zack could deliver after visuals failed, it took her several minutes of talking the young man down to convince him that he needed to rethink his approach to his little problem. Coaxing out the story behind the giftee in question put them on the right track.

“You said he’s from Cosmo?” Haley asked, seeking final confirmation with eye contact as she tucked a choppy lock of black hair behind her ear and reached up above her head to pull a navy binder labeled ‘Excerpts from Intersection of Anthropology and Jewelry’ in silver by a felt-tipped marker off a black, spray-painted bookshelf plastered on all sides with all sorts of stickers and decals. Tracking from left to right as she scans the contents, Haley flipped through a few plastic-sleeved scans in the binder before leaning down and pushing it across the glossy, faux marble coffee table. “Personally, if you guys are as close as you say you are, I don’t think he’ll care if they’re not exactly the same as the ones he used to have.”

Zack’s nose scrunched minutely at the advice, but the way his lips twisted to one side showed he was giving her suggestion serious thought. Looking down at the black and white spread of photos and illustrations of peoples from Cosmo Canyon, Zack traced his fingers lightly over the image of a woven mat and the items arranged on top of it. A small clay bowl held precious stones and metals that have been shaped into wearable jewelry. Dried plant stems and delicate, angle-point needles, carved from various natural materials like wood or possibly bone, are laid adjacent.

"Yeah...okay," Zack decided, looking clear-eyed and resolute. "Can I book an appointment for two on the twentieth sometime in the evening? I can put down a deposit and everything. And…If you have similar ones like these–" he pointed to a few simple designs charted out on a magnified view of the pictured bowls' contents "-- I'd love to purchase them for my friend."

--

Since then, the week passed by at what felt like an agonizing pace.

Essai and Sebastian have a self-satisfied, knowing look about them as Zack casually posits an evening walk over to check out Sector One's Night Market after dinner. Where the Clandestine Rabbit is conveniently situated against the backdrop of colorful and ephemeral canopies, of course. The crowd parts around them like a moving river as they discuss their plans.

"Sorry, Zack. Seb and I are accounted for for the rest of tonight. We've got service tech duty in the garage in the morning so we need to go wrestle Roche for the toolkits. You and Kunsel have fun though!" Essai reaches over to playfully ruffle Zack's hair before he turns to drag Sebastian off down the street with him. No chance given for Zack to even get a word in edgewise, though he does glower at his friends’ backsides with a stuck out tongue as they go. Well, that’s fine. It probably works out better this way.

They start off in the opposite direction under a sea of neon lights. Zack stretches out his arms, then crosses them behind his head as he steps out in front of Kunsel and keeps pace in reverse with an easy grin.

"Okay, okay. But I've been thinking. I wanted to get both ears pierced."

Planet, does he look nervous? Why does he feel so nervous? He's been planning this for ages.

Maybe it's too obvious what he's planning.

No backing out now.

"There's a tattoo and piercing parlor right out by that stall we always grab taiyaki from and I figure we could check it out while we're there."

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[shazzeaslightnovels]

Youzitsu 2nd Year Arc 1

Author: Syougo Kinugasa

Illustrator: Tomoseshunsaku

Label: MF Bunko J

Release Date: 24 January 2020

My Score: 3/5

English Release: Seven Seas Entertainment is currently releasing this series in English under the title of Classroom of the Elite: Year 2.

Class D managed to survive the first year with little casualties and have started the 2nd year and are immediately plunged into a new trial. They are told to download a new app which gives them information on other students’ abilities and are going to be pairing up with some first year students to study together for upcoming tests where they will be evaluated on their combined scores. This presents a problem for Ayanokouji who knows that one 1st year student comes from the white room and will be trying to get Ayanokouji expelled and could easily do so if they were paired up with him.

One of the issues I’ve been having with this series is how we usually spend so much time in the lead-up to the trial that the trial itself is over super quickly. Like, in this volume, most of it is about Ayanokouji and Horikita searching for partners, and we don’t get to see the 2nd and 1st year students actually working together to pass the test. I always expect the volume to go into more detail about the end of the trial and it never does and it’s starting to get really disappointing. I don’t think this was as much of an issue in the earlier volumes either and I think those early volumes were stronger than the recent volumes that I’ve read.

I also find that Kinugasa has a habit of over-explaining basic concepts. Often, ideas that could easily be explained in one or two paragraphs end up taking up over 10 pages of dialogue for characters to explain. It’s really annoying and is a big issue in this volume.

As for this volume itself, it was fine overall but I wish it was better. The new characters are okay but they don’t breathe a whole lot of new life into this series like I was hoping for them to. They could be interesting but I miss the days when the cast was smaller. Poor Airi really hasn’t had anything to do since volume 6.

Cover characters for this volume are Ayanokouji himself and Nanase, a first-year. Nanase is another thing about this volume that is just fine. She could be interesting in future volumes but we don’t learn a whole lot about her here and if she wasn’t the cover girl, I probably wouldn’t remember her.

I am now caught up with all of the volumes that I own. I do want to continue with this series because it can be really good at times but I’ve found the recent volumes pretty disappointing and I’m not motivated to continue it just yet so I’ll take a break before I continue.

Due to life circumstances, I probably won’t be posting much this month so apologies for that.

[youareallowedchips]

sexuality/gender headcanons about the sherlock gang

18+ (not really nsfw) content under the cut ♡

post author is bi & nonbinary! these are just my own personal hcs that i keep in mind when i write fic, it's 100% fine if you don't agree c:

sherlock holmes

homosexual, grey-aromantic transmasculine.

sherlock, despite public perceptions, has an absolutely average sex drive, but had never really felt romantic attraction in his life until he met john, and he can't imagine falling in love with anyone else. he spent a fair bit of time on hookup apps prior to meeting john. sherlock is KINKY.

he's known he felt more aligned with masculinity since he was very small, but never felt the need to go on hormones or have surgery, because he finds society's expectations of trans people restrictive and doesn't want surgical recovery to slow him down. he binds (sometimes unsafely, much to john's annoyance), and it does wonders for his dysphoria.

john watson

allo, bi cis man.

dating sherlock from the great game until the fall, and after mary's death. john's romantic attraction STRONGLY leans towards women and femmes, but sherlock is The One for him. he had a purely physical relationship with sholto when he was still in the army.

john's sex drive is actually super high.

mycroft holmes

allo, gay cis man

a lot of people assume mycroft is aro/ace, because he never seems to get himself involved with anyone. mycroft is married to his work, in the truest sense of the word, and simply doesn't have time for sex or relationships.

mycroft is in a bonded pair with his right hand.

greg lestrade

allo, straight cis man. (token cishet white man!)

dating molly, unofficially just after aSiB, officially asked her out in tSoT, when they were tipsy at john & mary's wedding. greg is super comfortable with his sexuality/masculinity and he's experimented plenty. before john & sherlock got together, he kissed john in the pub once, just to see if he'd like it. he had a fling with a bloke in police academy when he was young, but decided in the end that dudes weren't for him. he appreciates beauty in all genders, and isn't afraid to point out an aesthetically pleasing man. he's also VERY much an ally, most of his friends (and his girlfriend,, uwu) are queer. he fiercly protects his queer friends and coworkers.

greg is an absolute HORNDOG. filthy filthy filthy. he'd be doin' it every day if it was up to him. he's a pleasure/service dom and

molly hooper

demisexual, bi, cis woman.

dating greg. is pretty much split 50/50 in her attraction, maybe with a slight lean towards men. even though she's shy, her sexuality is one of the few things she's open and proud about.

mary morstan

haven't really thought about it much, but if there was a gun to my head, i'd say shes a bi cis woman?

mary doesn't like to label anything about herself, much less her sexuality. she goes with the flow.

(i don't think about her much bc i don't like her, also amanda abbington is an unspeakable terf)

irene adler

allo, lesbian cis woman.

irene didn't come out until her late 20s, struggled with A LOT of comphet, explaining what she thought was an "attraction" to sherlock. they're seriously just bros now, though.

irene actually couldnt really care less one way or another about how often she has sex, but she knows she's good at it and can use it to make money.

sally donovan

allo, bi trans woman

sally is t4t, and dating anderson. she lives stealth, almost nobody knows other than

philip anderson

allo, straight trans man

dating sally. anderson is quite insecure in his trans identity and used to be truscum, explaining the animosity between him and sherlock. he blamed himself a lot after the fall, and took a long hard look at himself and his politics, helped along by a kick up the arse from sally.

[cryingrobin]

why 'love yourself before you love somebody else' is the worst advice i have ever heard

i wouldn't even call it advice. it's a statement. and as an autistic plus size person constantly struggling with mental health, ed and my low self-esteem it's one of many statements that shakes me to my core. do you mean I'm not deserving of love? because I don't love myself? so what? I'm supposed to suffer alone for the rest of my life?

I see my worth in my work and I'm sure of everything I do in academics. I'm a go-getter in everything besides love. If I want something I just go for it. And lately I've been thinking why I'm so afraid of beginning confident in love.

I know that they are probably ppl out there who are really into my body or my personality. But. I just don't believe someone would choose me voluntary when there are so many options out there.

I want to experience planning a life together and being each other's favorite ppl. I don't know how to find that person. And. Everyone seems so experienced at 21. I'm afraid telling someone 'yeah I'm a virgin and I only kissed two ppl in my life' is putting me behind. Like they would laugh at me. And I hate dating apps and I hate that awkward phase when we are getting to know each other and I can't be 100% myself and I struggle to make coherent sentences cause I'm shy.

Yeah I'm gonna say it. I don't think ppl my type would be with a person like me. As I said I'm a plus sized, autistic, awkward at first, hot only if I put on make-up person. And yeah I know there's a stereotype of a skinny white gamer boy who's conventionally attractive being with a big person like me but. Lately ive been talking to boys any boys really and when they ignored me at first I went in my head to some other statement I've heard which is 'men will ignore you if they don't find you attractive' and yeah it's not right to label them as fuck machines only existing out there to be in a relationship but. I'm the worst as I said.

[snowtamale]

if another fucking white person on a dating app claims to be buddhist i swear to god...

like- no. every single white person i’ve ever met who claims to be a buddhist also at some point tried to have the white, nasty version of dreadlocks and definitely wears a poncho and sombrero on May 5 to ‘celebrate Cinco de Mayo’.

stop treating other people’s beliefs and cultures as playthings and labels you can just fuck around with