#why is tumblr upload so bad now

[paradoxicaldickery]

I don't think I'm dressed appropriately for the job

[catocappuccino]

Dey had ran out

(og image under cut)

[deoidesign]

Doing my due diligence

[loverboybitch]

hi i would just like to report that getting out of my house and being a member of society is cool and kind of rules even when its scary yeah.//.

[faintlyof]

Oh ew, I just noticed that the the -whole- bar that has a persons url in it in reblogs now takes you to their page. and also the whole thing highlights on hover.

was clicking/tapping the letters too difficult? like now im going to accidentally be opening randos blogs up constantly. which also, yeah, if im clicking on the persons blog from within the reblog, i want to see the POST on THEIR blog, im not here to fuck around and scroll back for 20 years trying to find it just because i need to cut someone out of the reblog chain before i send it to a friend???

and if i get to the post and then want to see their blog, easy. click home or whatever theyve called their main page or whatever

but like ive already accidentally opened like 5 different blogs and its been like 2 minutes,im tired

[redwinterroses]

I keep seeing posts and comments about how "it's so hard to leave comments on a fic" because either readers don't know what to say, or it's just too much emotional/mental work to come up with something.

So! Here's a quick cheat sheet. Feel free to copy+paste these to make commenting and supporting/encouraging fic authors easy and painless! (also, consider: you can leave as a comment any of the keysmashing you'd do in tumblr tags. Go nuts.)

Most of these can also be used on videos, art, and anywhere else you might leave feedback on a creative project.

Tier 1: Easy

<3

Love it!

thanks for the chapter

!!!!!

great chapter!

OH MY GOSH

oooooooh...

O.O

:D

Tier 2: Simple

I loved this chapter! Thanks for the update

I am up past my bedtime reading this.

I'm reading this at work/on the train/in class/at a party and I'm loving it

So good! Can't wait for the next chapter!

Was so excited to get the notification for this!

I love your writing

I enjoy/enjoyed this fic so much.

I'm sending this to a friend!

Biting this. Eating it. Devouring, even.

Awwww! Them.

Tier 3: Requires Input

I loved when [character] [did thing]

I loved the part when [thing happened]

[literally just copy+pasting a line you like and adding !!!!!!!!! to it]

My favorite part was [the part with the thing]

I love how you write [descriptions/dialog/specific person/etc]

Oh no, [character name]!!

Tier 4: Prompts

Point out a line you liked and what it made you think/how it made you react

Ask a question like, "Is Hardened Detective Man's mother still alive in this AU?" or "Does Brave Space Princess know about the [macguffin mentioned in chapter 2]?" or "Who's your favorite character to write in this fic?"

ask a rhetorical question of the characters, like: "Lovable High School Character! Do you have any idea what you're doing???" or "Dinosaur Researcher, are you aware there's a whole series of movies about why this is a bad idea?" or "Dark Vigilante Father Figure, do you even see what your adoptive acrobat son is trying to tell you?"

Address a statement to the characters (similar to above)

Tell the author how you found their fic

Tell them you're subscribed and you get excited whenever they upload

Comment that you can't wait to see how [story element] works out.

Commenting is the best way you can encourage a fic writer and inspire new content. And comments aren't book reviews (or at least, they don't have to be. We do love those though lol) -- they don't have to be long and complex. Keysmashes and emojis and one-sentence reactions are MORE than awesome!

If you don't have the energy or time to comment (and remember, even a !!!!!!!! is a great comment), at LEAST leave a kudos and consider saving a link to the fic to come back and comment later.

Now go forth! Support writers! Be a part of a healthy fandom ecosystem!

[mothxliin]

This is my first time uploading on tumblr, so sorry if there are spelling mistakes or something xD

Sekido x Fem! Reader

NSFW/SMUT WARNING!!

Please read this at your own risk, if you are a minor do not read this!

"𝑰'𝒎 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉"

sometimes you had fights with sekido that ended badly, or sometimes they ended well, and sometimes neither.

But this time it was different, you just wanted to go out and see how sekido fights, since sekido forbade you to follow him in his fights.

But when the Demon Slayer discovered you, Sekido got angry and yelled at you to get the hell out of there, that confused the Demon Slayer, giving him a chance to run away from Sekido, that made Sekido even more angry that he was. he didn't get a chance to kill him, and he yells at you and insults you.

That of course also made you angry and you yelled at him that you only wanted to see him fight, but sekido didn't take it well, and he insulted you making you even angrier, and then each other yelled and causing to fighting very badly.

But you didn't want to talk to sekido after that, he insulted you, that's what he never did, but apparently you were wrong, and yes he did.

You didn't talk to him in a week, you didn't care what he did, you were mad, VERY mad.

It seemed like he didn't even want to talk to you, and why would you have to talk to him then? If he doesn't talk to you, less will you.

You didn't look at him, you didn't talk to him, you didn't sleep with him, you pretended he didn't exist, and you didn't think to apologize, maybe if he hadn't told you that words..

"You stupid wench! How dare you follow me? Have you lost your mind, you idiot woman! You didn't even obey me, you little shit! Get out of my sight, I don't want to see you right now, you stupid human. You never obey me with what I tell you, it's your fault that cursed ran away and I couldn't kill him, get out of here right now you Bastard!!"

It wasn't a big thing what he said to you, but the words he said hurt you... You didn't want to see him or be next to him.

You slept apart from him, in another room, and you don't miss him at all, why do you miss a person who treats you like shit? That makes no sense.

At night he goes out to who knows where, maybe to eat humans or something, you didn't care where he went, and you took the opportunity to leave your "new" room and eat something from the kitchen, or other things, you didn't want to run into him No, you didn't even want to look to him in the eyes.

But apparently today was your bad night, and he stayed at home, the last thing you wanted was to see him... But apparently hunger overcame you and you open the door of your "new" room to go to the kitchen to grab something to ate, and go to your room.

You looked both ways, to see that he wasn't going to be there, and on tiptoe you went to the kitchen, and luckily he wasn't there, you grabbed some sweets and food, and you did the same looking both ways, while you tiptoed to your room.

You arrived happily at the door, you entered backwards as you slowly closed the door, but when you turn around... He was there, looking at you with his eyes... The last thing you wanted was to see him again.

You stood there, frozen, scowling at him until you spoke.

"What are you doing here? Get out of my room." He was mean to you, and you were going to be mean to him too.

Instead, he didn't reply and kept looking at you with his angry face.

Until he slowly approached you, you took a few steps back, not wanting him to be near you, but you collided with the door which prevented you from moving, until you were facing you.

"I told you to go away!..." you responded nervously while he looked at you with anger in his eyes, until he grabbed you by the waist making you drop the food and sweets you had in your hands, you tried to push him with your hands, but the grip on your waist tightened even more causing you to let out a slightly moan.

He grabbed your hand, and with the other on your waist, they squeezed you, and he grabbed you and threw you on the futon making you moan in pain.

He got between your legs and spoke

"I'm going to teach you to shut your mouth." He said, as he took off his Yukata, you on the other hand were speechless...

Until he grabbed your wrists, and pulled them over your head, and he started taking your clothes off.

"N-No, hey, let me go!" You said as you tried to let go of Sekido's wrists but that made him squeeze you even more, while with his other hand he took off your bra, thus leaving you naked before him.

"Let me go! Leave me alone!" you told him, yelling angrily at him, but he silenced you with a sudden kiss as he slowly inserted his cock into your entrance, making you recoil in pain into the kiss, but that doesn't seem to matter to him.

Until he put his whole cock inside you, making you pull away from the kiss to cry out in pain while little tears came out of your eyes, he just looked at you with his angry eyes... He didn't seem to care at all. ..

"That's what happens to you when you don't obey me." he said as he thrust lightly but slowly, but you were too sore to tell him anything, tears welling up in your eyes as he moved into you with his cock.

But little by little that pain disappeared, the slight thrusts that Sekido gave him helped to make his entrance moist and that he can enter and exit better.

You let out soft moans as the sekido slowly began to go faster, making the tears shed with pure pleasure.

Sekido kissed you again, uniting your tongue with his, he raised your waist grabbing you, while he increased the speed of the thrusts he gave you, now you only felt pleasure...

He released your wrists as he grabbed you and pulled you into his lap, you wrapped your legs around his waist, deepening the thrusts, Sekido grabbed your shoulder and bit and sucked, drawing blood.

You screamed in pain, you scratched his back with your nails, while he sucked your blood, he began to go stronger, making you moan with pleasure, he grabbed your waist and separated from your shoulder, with both hands on your waist he helped you, to go up and down on his dick quickly, only applause was heard in the room ...

He returned to kiss you harshly, while biting your lip making you bleed, you let yourself be carried away by him while he continued with his rapid thrusts.

You felt a knot in your stomach, that only meant one thing, your climax had arrived.

"I-I'll.. I'll-I'll.. cum.. " You said between kisses trying to speak as Sekido increased speed.

You let out a great moan before running towards his cock, letting your body fall onto Sekido's chest.

You sighed in silence... It was all over...

"What do you think you're doing? I'm still not done," he said as he growled. You slowly rose from his chest looking into his red eyes.

He continued to thrust into you, pulling you out and into his cock, but you wanted to at least help him, so you put your hands on his shoulder jumping, bouncing your breasts, he still held his hands on your waist still making you jump on his dick

Until you saw him growl, that meant he was close to cumming, you increased the speed to your thrusts as he saw him growl and let out a slight moan before cumming on you.

Now everything was over... You rested on his chest while he held your back.

"I-I... I... I'm sorry for yelling at you and insulting you like that." he said while his face was on your neck.

"It's alright... It's my fault for not obeying you." You actually missed him in a... different way...

You looked at him smiling, he just looked at you with his typical angry look and put you on the futon, while he put on top of you, hugging you... That was weird of him.

"S-Sekido, you-"

"Shut up, don't say anything," he said as he pulled the sheets over you and him, and you fell asleep smiling happily knowing that sekido was holding you.

[gunilslaugh]

The One I Like Pt.2

Han Hyeongjun Summary: The aftermath of Seungmin outing your crush on Hyeongjun. WC: ~1.1k Warning:none

DISCLAIMER: This is not my work. It was written by one of my friends. They used to run a blog here on tumblr called odesonnets. This is a collab we did together. They have since deleted their blog so I got their permission to upload their part of the collab on my account.

part 1

photo not mine credits to owner.

The 4 boys sat in silence for a couple seconds before Hyeongjun cleared his throat and spoke up, “Are you…being serious?” 

Seungmin sighed and ran a hand over his face. “Yes, I’m serious. But I wasn’t supposed to tell you. You have to act like you don’t know or they will kill me. They really don’t want you to think we’re dating. Just in case, I guess. But if you don’t like them, don’t bring it up. I’ll kill you if you hurt them.”

“Hyeongjun,” Gunil called out, a teasing tone in his voice. “Your cheeks are red. Is there something you need to tell us?” The other two members were too caught up in the fact that Seungmin had impulsively revealed your secret to notice the blush rising up to Hyeongjun’s ears. 

“You like them!” Jungsu accused, pointing a finger in the poor boy’s face. “Why didn’t you tell us?” 

It was Hyeongjun’s turn to sigh. “I didn’t want to say anything just in case the two of you really were dating. I never thought you were lying when you told us you were dating, but I was just being cautious.” 

Seungmin nodded in understanding before ruffling the younger boy’s hair. “Well, now’s your chance. You know things will end up going the way you want them to.”

Seungmin was back in your bedroom, sitting at your desk. “I talked to Hyeongjun yesterday.” 

You sat up slightly from your position on the bed, eyes widened, and butterflies filling your stomach. “About what?” You questioned, before furrowing your eyebrows and scowling at your best friend. “You didn’t tell him that I like him, did you?”

Seungmin brought a hand over his heart, like he was offended. “I would never,” He lied. “I just told him that we really aren’t dating, and he said he believed me.” He felt a little bit bad for lying to you, but he knew that you would be happy in the end. He hoped if you ever found out that he had told Hyeongjun about your feelings that you wouldn’t be too upset. 

You smiled and laid your head back down. “That’s a relief.” 

There was a moment of silence until Seungmin spoke up. “Well?” He questioned in slight annoyance, “Are you going to do anything about it?” 

You hummed, thinking about his question. “I’ll think about it. Just because he believes you doesn’t mean he likes me.”

The boy rolled his eyes at you, but you didn't notice due to your position on your bed. “You know, nothing will ever come of this if you don't say anything to him. What's there to lose?”

“For starters, he could reject me and things would become super awkward. I would hate to have to stop hanging out with everyone.” You frowned at the thought. “Secondly–”

“It was a hypothetical question.” He cut you off before you could continue to fill yourself with self doubt. He knew he had to get Hyeongjun to do something since he knew for a fact that you liked him. But knowing how shy Hyeongjun could be, he also knew this wouldn't be easy.

After a few days of deliberation with the members–minus Hyeongjun–they had come up with a plan. Seungmin had invited you to get coffee with him and the guys, and had also told Hyeongjun. He agreed to be there, and so did you, as you both assumed everyone would be present. However, none of the other members intended to be there. It was a setup; a way to get you and Hyeongjun alone. 

When the day finally came, you made sure to dress nicely, as you knew Hyeongjun would be there. You walked into the cafe the group had planned to meet at and surveyed the area, trying to see if the guys had already arrived. Upon your search, you found Hyeongjun sitting at a booth by himself. You walked up to him after giving him a shy wave. 

“Hey,” You smiled softly at him. “Can I sit here?” You gestured to the seat across from him.

“Y-yeah! Of course!” Hyeongjun felt his cheeks starting to heat up slightly and he prayed you didn't notice. “The other members said they would meet us here soon. I guess I finished my practice before they did.”

“Oh! Okay!” You sat down and the two of you sat in awkward silence for a few minutes until you decided to break it. You were starting to get the feeling that the other members weren't going to show up. “What were you practicing today?”

He looked up from his lap, where he was fidgeting with his fingers nervously. “Currently I've been practicing a song that I wrote. I'm still working on it, but I'm hoping I get the chance to show it to the members soon.” 

“I really admire your musical ability. I would love to hear it sometime too! If that's okay with you, of course.” 

“I would love to play it for you sometime.” A shy smile crept across his lips and he opened his mouth to speak again when both of your phones chimed with a notification. You both pulled out your devices and what you saw made your cheeks turn red. A text from Seungmin:

have fun ;) 

You looked up at Hyeongjun and he was already looking at you. “I believe we were set up.” He chuckled lightly, and you laughed awkwardly along with him. 

“I guess so,” You felt embarrassed, and were almost positive that Seungmin had told Hyeongjun about your feelings. “I'm sorry. I didn't know he was going to do this.”

“Why are you apologizing? You didn't do anything wrong. Actually, I'm really glad he came up with this. I never would have been brave enough to ask you out on my own.” Hyeongjun replied sheepishly, looking down and rubbing the back of his neck.

Your eyes widened at his words. “You wanted to ask me out?”

“Yeah, I've actually liked you for a while. I was too afraid to make things weird between us.” 

“You wouldn't have made things weird! I…I like you too, Hyeongjun.” You smiled at him with pink cheeks and he smiled back. “Do you want to…go out with me?” You asked tentatively.

“I would love to.” He grinned. “Let's get lunch, on me. There's a really good restaurant down the street. A lot better than just having a coffee.” He stood up from the table and held out his hand for you to take. 

You hesitantly placed your hand in his and stood up with him. “That sounds good to me.” You were still certain Seungmin had told Hyeongjun your secret, but you were too happy, and the butterflies in your stomach were too intense for you to care. You could deal with your best friend later; your new beginning with Hyeongjun seemed far more important. 

part 1

[mission-light-if]

Mission Light

You have everything; you finished your education with good grades, you managed to achieve your dreams and work successfully in your dream career. 

You have friends, and you and your coworkers get along really well. You have a fulfilling job with new and exciting challanges every day. 

Others dream to achieve what you have. 

But then why does it feel like it's not enough? 

Why does it feel like there has to be more out there for you somewhere? 

Why do you feel so unsatisfied now that you finally can grasp your goal, your dream? 

How do you deal with that? You can't just quit your job, can you? 

When you figure out that your coworkers are agents and involved in some sort of conflict with the group that you are currently forced to work for, you decide to join them. 

Maybe a little superpowered action is what you need. 

But be careful; from being an employee to being an agent with superpowers confronted with life and death is a big jump. Are you sure you can handle that? Cope with everything that happens? 

Especially when the life of a teenage boy, who apparently is the key to defeating a big bad future evil, is placed in your group's hands. 

Maybe your normal career and life doesn't sound so bad after all.

———

Mission Light is an interactive story about a normal employee, who wants more out of life and awakens superpowers and then joins and group of secret agents, who travel the world and try to protect the child of light, who is their key to win against a threat waiting for them in the future.

———

Features 

Customise your own character

Play as trans, male, female, non binary, gay, aroace and aromantic and asexual separated

Romance your fellow agents (18+ optional NSFW content)

Become closer to Adam as a mentor or parental figure and help him with his identity

Travel to different countries with your group of agents

Choose to be either a lawyer, a police officer or a doctor​​

Experience different characters all with their own problems and stories 

This story is primarily focused on your relationship with the characters and their relationships among each other

Figure out what you want out of life and where you belong

There is no good or bad, no one is truly evil, everyone has their own reasons, if their actions are justified is up for you to decide 

Marry your love interest and adopt Adam (only on specific routes)

———

Mission Light is my upcoming work in progress interactive story on itch.io. The three prologue’s are almost completely planned out and have to be written and coded. The game site will change in the future the tumblr site too probably, I want to add pictures of the characters and some in game screenshots. Trigger warnings will be in front of every chapter. I hope I can upload the first prologue on the 1st of march, so if you are interested please consider following me and my game. I really hope that you will like my story ☺️

[k0sk1]

Guys I'm so sorry to ruin the fun but uhmm did you know sbn3 aka the creator of co09 said the n word multiple times (he's white and 30) and is kind of an incel and also apparently called ppl cosplaying HIS OWN CHARACTERS sluts and allowed cp on a chat he was in? There's a whole thread on it actually and I think it's important to mention it bc uhmm... It's really weird. The n word and incel rethoric ones are def true bc there's literal recordings of him saying those but the calling cosplayers sluts and allowing cp on a chat I haven't seen any confirmation for it so take it with a grain of salt if u want but I def dont doubt it

also, pls reblog so more ppl get to see it! i dont know how many of u also have a twitter acc and i didnt see anyone on tumblr talk abt it besides me soo pls let ppl know!

Update (cw for f slur and n word, incel rethoric, transphobia too): someone told me they couldn't see the thread and it'd be nice if i uploaded some pics so that's what I'll do! There are also videos, I'm gonna listen to and write exactly what sbn3 says on those videos here, but for now I'll have to just say a little overview of what he said in those. There are four videos, two are recordings of him singing (one being him saying the n word while singing a rap song and the other being him saying the f slur repeatedly with a Jeffery voice in a song called "homophobia the song" and the lyrics are basically just him saying "I hate f slurs I wanna kill f slurs" it's really bad. The other two are vc recordings. In one he talks about how 18-19 yr old girls aren't mature and are really stupid, but the goes on to say he would date an 18-19 yr old if she was "mature enough" which is weird bc he's almost thirty! But at least not explicitly pedophilic. The other vc recording is of him talking about how women can be friends with people they're attracted to but men can't, basically leaving implicit that it's because men can't "control themselves" around people they're attracted and will always see them in an erotic light. Basically the idea that men are sex beasts which is why they harass people, and that's bad!

Now, onto the pictures! Two of these are claims of things he did, but there are no videos, though I wouldn't doubt for him to do the things claimed + the person talks about how they were seeing those things first hand

TW misogyny, racism, transphobia and mentions of CP and ableism.

Also, just a personal thought, but isn't it weird that every co09 character is white? Just a thought, really, it doesn't mean he's racist but he did say the n word multiple times and then there's a really big lack of diversity in the game he made, despite it constantly talking abt race and racial issues. Idk just found that weird and wanted to leave it here.

[1eos]

While I completely agree that Ao3 sucks it's a little funny to post like this on Tumblr. Who also has a zionist CEO. Who also allows antiblack/otherwise racist content and actively blazes it. Who suppresses the Palestine tag. Who banned NSFW content because they hosted so much CP the authorities got involved. I'd say the only difference between these two websites is the amount of people who vocally support the bad policies. I promise you someone could upload their slavery raceplay fanfic from Ao3 to Tumblr right now and not a thing would be done about it because it isn't against their TOS.

i can't believe you did this unironically and expect me to take you seriously

here's a question ik you can't answer. what website WOULDN'T it be funny to post? twitter? elon musk is an apartheid child encouraging hate speech. hell he was JUST in Israel. youtube? they've had years of taking down/suppressing videos that mention anything abt lgbt rights. youtube JUST took down a massive archive of israel human rights violations in palestine. racist white supremacist can have massive platforms on there and be PROTECTED if they're big enough. twitter alternatives? any of the ones that brag abt freedom of speech literally are overrun with racists/neo nazis. livejournal? half of us on tumblr were traumatized by fucked up fanfiction on there when we were 16. so, pray tell, what website would be good enough for you? hmmmmm it's almost like zionism is VERY pervasive and every platform is rife with fucked up shit 😳 which is why normal ppl tell you to STOP buying checkmarks and premium. ohhhhh but that's not good enough for you :( so tell me what website should we be posting complaints on? oh but even if there is a perfect website we're still in a fucked up society so i guess it would still be funny to you huh? like do you see how stupid you sound 😭😭😭😭

anyways now if i had 30 checkmarks you'd have a point but i don't so now we're all abt to make fun of you for being a fucking idiot. did you get the embarrassment? did you get the mockery? did you get the little rush of adrenaline when you hit send anon and when you refresh my blog every 20 minutes waiting for a response? is your heart pumping fast? do you feel special? do you feel smart?

[fairuzfan]

In Palestine tag an OP was sneering at a tweet that warned that alt-right groups and other bad faith actors were now jumping on the pro-Palestine movement. Two posts below that someone had uploaded a video of ANDREW TATE advocating for Palestine against Piers Morgan. A pedophile sex trafficker is exploiting the trauma of a people being genocided to amass his following of Muslim incels. I want to throw up. We need to warn people to be more careful about who they're amplifying.

Oh my gosh I fucking hate him can he shut the fuck up.

I think a lot of Palestinians, though, kinda are annoyed with the idea that all the information on the side of Palestinians *is* "disinformation" or "bad actors" because a lot of the time the idea is weaponized against PALESTINIANS who are trying to provide as accurate information as possible.

I do agree, watch who you retweet/reblog. Andrew Tate is. Not a good guy. But to say that its a problem unique to information about Palestine is inaccurate and dismisses the journalism and information networks of Palestinians themselves. Which is another reason why I say to try and center Palestinians — we do try to be as accurate as possible or point you to sources we know value accuracy.

So yes! Please do look to Palestinians for information. Many of us try to either only reblog/retweet things we've heard actual information about or know to be reputable sources. Our sources are on the ground, and we know the way the Israeli army works against Palestinians from past aggressions.

Here are some Palestinians I recommend checking out on tumblr:

I might make a post about who I look to for information on twitter if people want though.

[befemininenow]

What’s left behind is a troubled past you hope to never look back. But hidden in the blindfolds is a bright future you look forward to live. For now in the middle, you hope to be free from those who want you hushed.

So I’m asking this Tumblr: Why are there still “sissy” blogs with unflagged content, but the moment someone uploads a caption, it’s flagged? Mind you, I’m not talking about the sissy blogs focused on feminization. No, I’m talking about those “sissy” blogs that post “fantasies” like r!pe, c^ckoldry, chastity, and such, while using slurs directed at race/ethnicity, gender identity, sexuality, and even religion! Don’t even get me started with those TerRf blogs that promote hatred against trans people. That trash not even worth mentioning! 

Yet, as soon as you post a pic of someone in intimate clothing or two girls kissing, it’s “mature” or “sexual”. The worst part is that uplifting trans news and trans-affirming posts have been flagged or taken down! Some trans-related blogs have also been erased! Give me a f@ckin’ break!

Look as much as I’m not into that whole sissy thing, I don’t think ALL sissy stuff is bad. Some are about being in touch with femininity, and that’s fine. I shared a few of those posts in the past. Everyone has their “guilty pleasure”. I’m very off-topic with my rant, but the point of this caption is to leave all the stuff that damaged you in the past. If you accepted yourself, but are in the middle right now, don’t look back and don’t stay silent! Even with crappy “laws” and anti-trans rhetoric being more and more of a thing, conformity to stay quiet and cave in to hate is just as dangerous. This site is unfortunately becoming one of them.

P.S. The woman in the pic, whose pics have been used in captions up until now with this ridiculous flagging, goes by Nicole Meyer. You’re very welcome.

[p4tt4t4]

Let's talk about Chayanne being a glass child. It seems that this has been a topic that has been noticed for some time, but I just notice the last friday! Xd

Probably because I'm a glass child myself, and yes I do kinn/kin(? Chay, so I take most of these behaviors as normal unconsciously (I had decided that I would use Tumblr only to upload drawings but since twitter didn't pay much attention to this I'll post it here too because I need to share my opinion with people).

First of all, what is a glass child?

It's a sibling of someone who needs extra attention/support. A child whos parents see right through them, like glass.

In this case Chay is a sibling of someone who is given extra attention most of the time, in most occasions not exactly because she needed it.

Chay is a glass child.

Theres no room to even try to discuss that.

Lullah is a kid who is constantly given extra attention. Whatever reasons it happens won't be important for this thing I'm written/sharing.

Lullah is seeing as the little sister. A little sister who needs, who must be protected above everything (which affects Lullah to some extent negatively but we won't focus on that this time). Lullah is seeing as someone weak. Someone who always will need help.

(I'm talking about must people on the server, yes including q!Philza, except, specifically, q!Missa).

Lullah is the little princess who must be protected.

Now, who is Chayanne?

Chay is the big brother.

The oldest.

The warrior.

The strong one

The protector of his siblings.

Chay must be strong, Chay must aim to be the strongest not just fiscally. Chay is forced to be this big, strong, brave leader who everybody can trust. Chay is expected to be the one wich his sibling can and must put to take every important decision if there's no adult around at the moment.

Chay is expected to be closer to act like an adult than a child.

When something dangerous happens Chay is not a priority. His sibblings are. Lullah is the priority. Philza must be sure that Lullah is fine before checking anyone else. Before checking if Chay is okey.

Because Chay is strong. Because Chay can take care of himself alone. Because Chay "don't need" that kind of attention to say it somehow.

I am a big sister, as I said before, a glass child too, so I have lived similar things, obviously not to a death or live situation but I understand the feeling. So, I'm gonna try to explain the feeling the best way I can for people who aren't a glass child.

As a big brother, as the warrior, the example, the leader, the protector he probably thinks that this kind of thinking is fine.

But I can assure it is not fine.

But I can't assure that Chay feels exactly like what I'm gonna said, because if he does feel like it, he would never show it to his dad therefore neither to us. He would do everything in his power to not show that he feels like this (I will explain why later). So I have no way of guaranteeing that he does feel like the following, either way he could feel this way and that's why we are talking about it.

Glass childs can feel jealous for theirs sibling. And it's an awful feeling. At the same time they can feel bad of being jealous of their sibling because they think that feeling like that is selfish. That They are being selfish by feeling that.

Because what right do they have to feel like that? Their sibling needs that attention. They can be fine without that attention. Thay must be fine without that attention. Because if they aren't, what kind of sibling are they?

Because is not like their sibling nor parents wants them to feel like they are being overlook. Because is not that their parents "loves them less". Is just because their sibling needs their parents attention more than them. And they must live with that. They must be good little kids that don't create more problems, more stress, nor to their sibling nor parents. Thats their job. To be one less problem.

The expectation of Chay is that he must be the one to fight for his sibling. Chay is expected to give everything in his power to assure the well being of Lullah.

Chay do like being strong, Chay do like to fight and protect. But when you are forced to the extreme of this things, of being strong all the time, of feeling the need to fight in every dangerous situation, to help, and to feel that you are always protecting and never being protected is exhausting.

As the big brother, the strongest, how could he tell ANYBODY that he is feeling exhausted of doing his job?

He can't show that that is making him feel sad, nor exhausted, nor any negative emotion.

Because he can't be a problem. Because he "doesn't" need more attention nor care of Phil.

Lullah is expected to be sentimental and open about everything she feels. It doesn't matter if it's sadness or happiness. It's expected for Talullah to show her emotions.

Chayanne is expected to be fine. Chay is expected to not show at the same extension his emotions as Lullah, nor his sadness, nor his fears nor any "negative" emotion. It is "normal" for Chay to not show such emotions. It's not something strange.

Because Chay sees his value on how well he can take care of his family, of Talullah.

He sees his value on how well he can perform as this big, strong, brave brother.

I will develop this using an example of Chay being treated as a glass child.

The last friday, Philza goes and saves Lullah first. Then Chay. This is not that big of a deal, but what is big deal is what he says when Tubbo started saying that he has a favorite.

"Out of this two, I know that Chayanne would be a little bit more okey being alone for a bit longer."

Chay is expected to be fine.

Chay must be capable of being fine.

Chay must be fine with Phil being more worried about Talullah than him.

Chay must be fine with Philza not being that worry about him because he has going to be okey.

And how does Chayanne react?

He said nothing. He literally didn't show any inmidiate reaction. He look at his dad for a moment and then look at what Lullah wanted to say. And just after Phil said that he is his little warrior, that he is strong, that he fight him and won he spoke.

He said that it was not great fighting Philza. And of course Phil said sorry... And that's it. Talullah is the one who mention (in a joke but still mention it) about Philza implying that he wasn't worry about Chay.

Chay is expected to be fine alone. To not need help as much as Lullah.

[himabyul]

Satan & Violins

I share a lot of similarities with Satan, even when before they canonized something about him; one of them being violinist!Satan😭 In spite of me having a mini identity crisis following the drop of his canon violinist card, i think it makes sense! heres why.

Disclaimer!

1. I have not picked up an instrument in years

2. This is purely bcuz my brain is so busy thinking abt Satan so its kinda rambly. . Pls bare w me T_T

3. THIS IS LONG IM SO SORRY

4. Not too used to tumblr writing just yet sorry if it's messy

(Uploaded on my twitter aswell :D)

The violin and its family, unlike other string instruments (ex. the guitar), doesnt have these little things (that i forgor the name of because im a bad musician) that separates every note. those little separating thingies are the reason why people who dont know shit about playing a key on guitar but memorize musical scales (me) is at least able to strum a simple one octave melody.

Obviously, the two come in with their one difficulty (i prefer the violin myself), but it's a little bit harder to pull that trick with the violin. As you can see, theres not exactly something to tell you where each note begins or where they end. Nothing to determine where is where. You simply have to memorize the placement and the distance between each note. You basically play the violin with Your Gut (1). We'll keep this in mind for now.

Moving on, let's talk about body posture.

Beginner violinist usually directlty face towards the strings when playing, as they aren't used to letting their 'gut' lead the show. However, more experienced players would find no need to do so. A quick glance at Satan's art could tell us he was at least above beginner level to be brave enough to face (us) instead.

When you're not facing your violin, you would usually lean your head towards it, resulting in your ear becoming the closest thing to it- here's a real life example:

Now, if there was anything my teacher warned me before starting violin, is that even without having your ear be the closest thing to it, the strings are already LOUD😭 so its even louder when you alr have ur ear on it. The violin is considered one of the most emotional instruments ever, their lower sound resemble what we use to express sadness in speech. Basically, what I'm trying to say is, you as a player are forced to feel what you're playing. Thus is also why you play the violin with Your Heart (2).

So, how does this tie into Satan? It's no secret that our handsome man is incredibly romantic, and to me if he ever wants to express something to us and making sure the message is clearly received, the equally emotional violin is his best bet! The violin allows Satan to play heartwrenching notes that would quickly be felt by the listener.

Lets get technical.

There's still another side of the violin, as there is another side to Satan. The way you stroke your bow matters, the way you angle it so you'll only hit the notes you want. (thankfully if you mess up, the violin is made to still sound graceful😂). Satan too, is quite the detail oriented person. He is tactical, analytical, observant, a man obsessed with striving to be the perfect one, etc etc. The need of preciseness of the violin is definitely right up his alley. The way you need everything to be correct to be rewarded for a beautiful sound. Idk exactly where I'm going with this but it's basically intelligence meets emotion kinda thing, do you see it too?!?!

In conclusion, the violin is a wonderful instrument that both requires great attention to detail yet is also incredibly emotional and heartfelt, an instrument that requires your gut and heart guide your play without abandoning technique. Satan, the incredibly smart yet fluffy softie, is quite literally made for this and I LOVE HIM for that RAAAAAAHHHH. im normal.

THATS IT RLLY im soooo sorry if it's incredibly messy please have a sugarry picture <3 ily

[thelordofgifs]

the fairest stars, continued

The "Beren and Lúthien steal two Silmarils" AU that has spiralled completely out of my control: time for a new post again! Parts 1-9 are here and Parts 10-15 here. Also now slowly being uploaded to AO3 here, though you still want tumblr for the latest version.

To recap:

Maedhros and Maglor are in Himring.

Maedhros has (somewhat, a bit, with caveats) recovered from his very bad unreality attack, and is now attempting to defend Himring from an army of orcs. Unfortunately 90% of his people aren't there.

Maglor has very much not recovered from being stabbed by Maedhros, and is not really in a great situation.

Fingon is busy trying to stop Curufin's war with Doriath. He's kind of managing to talk Thingol down from attacking Himring's assembled army.

Although his bright idea for accomplishing this was offering to execute Curufin.

Maedhros holds one Silmaril in Himring, Thingol has kept one in Menegroth, and the last one is still in Angband.

Dead characters who are nonetheless still in the story: Lúthien, Beren, Finrod, Celegorm.

When Maedhros' mother named him well-made, she was not picturing his prowess on a battlefield: but Maedhros was forged anew in the crucible of Angband, or perhaps more gently in his long months of healing by Mithrim's shores, and this is what he is good for, now.

And he is very good at war.

Under his command the defence of Himring rallies. Maedhros sets the few archers he has to rain down arrows on the arrows on the attacking orcs, and takes a small party out on horseback to drive them further back, and the fortress gains a little breathing space.

But there is only so much he can do with so few people – and people, at that, who are so strangely slow to respond to his command.

Not that they will disobey him openly, but he is far too aware of their suspicious eyes on his back, the wave of mutters that breaks every time he issues an order.

"And the way they look at me – as if I'm, as if I'm one of the Enemy's thralls – do you think—?"

"Nelyo," Maglor says instantly, "you are not a thrall."

Maedhros attempts to stop his frenetic pacing up and down Maglor's room. "Then why," he says. There is so much noise in his head. He cannot seem to finish the sentence.

"They're Curvo's people," says Maglor, and there is something hard and unfamiliar in his voice as he speaks their brother's name. "Who can say what poison he's fed them?"

That was the wrong thing to say. Maedhros blanches for a moment, draws in a sharp breath, and then says, "Curvo told me – he told me—"

"I know," Maglor says, reaching out a hand. "I know, and he lied. Come here."

Maedhros clutches at his hand. Maglor can feel his frantic, fluttering pulse beneath his fingers.

Maedhros can feel Maglor's, faint and irregular.

He tries to steady his breathing. Tries not to sort through the jumble of memories pressing against his skull (they're dead, they're both dead) and focuses on the present.

Maglor is here, alive, alive – although his pallor has worsened every time Maedhros can snatch a moment from the siege to visit him, and his grip on Maedhros' Silmaril is white-knuckled, and some nameless fear touches Maedhros as he looks at him.

"Should I send you away, dearest?" he asks.

Maglor's eyes widen. "What?"

"It isn't safe here," Maedhros explains, although he has little heart for his suggestion in the face of Maglor's obvious dismay. "If Himring does fall – I don't wish to put you through a hard retreat."

"Don't make me leave you," Maglor begs, his voice teetering on the edge of real distress. "I want – I want to stay here, and—"

"All right," Maedhros soothes. "All right. You can stay as long as I hold."

"You'll hold, Nelyo," Maglor says. "You always do."

In the face of this unwavering confidence Maedhros manages to summon a shaky smile.

When he is gone – and the sustaining warmth of the Silmaril with him – Maglor reviews his objectives, which are threefold.

One: stay alive. Not going very well tbh. He has not recovered from the blood loss. And more than that the world feels grey and cold to his eyes – he who has always loved sunrises – and he cannot stop remembering: the splintered haunted look in Maedhros' eyes, the way, before Maglor sang him to sleep, he was reaching for the knife to try again.

Two: make sure Himring doesn't fall. He cannot quite believe it will, while Maedhros is in command, but the news about the recalcitrance of the few soldiers they have is concerning. He should have realised that rumour would spread through the castle after Maedhros was found in a pool of Maglor's blood, should have blackmailed Curufin's lieutenant into keeping her mouth shut about it – but too late now. Hopefully Maedhros can rally them.

Three: keep Maedhros generally sane, and specifically unaware that he stabbed Maglor. Also not going too well. Maedhros is growing stressed and paranoid. He's noticed that Maglor is healing very slowly (or not at all, to be more accurate). And – as today's incident shows – he will remember, sooner or later.

A dire situation all round, Maglor concludes, and he is not sure how much longer he will have the energy to attempt to handle it.

Where's Fingon when you need him?

Exactly where he should be, actually!

Fingon is mostly succeeding in his objectives.

The Sindar have stood down.

(Thingol agreed to his terms. That’s what matters, right? Not the vague flash of disgust in his eyes.)

“Are we going back to Himring?” Curufin wants to know. “They’re in danger.”

I have to kill you, Fingon thinks, and says aloud, “Yes, we are. But if you’re lying to me again, Curufin…”

He lets the threat trail off.

Anyway. More pressing concerns for now.

He sets a hard pace back through Himlad, reasoning that even if Curufin is lying there won’t be any harm done in getting back to Himring quicker.

Curufin has been trying to make contact with Maglor again, but his brother’s mind is closed – worrying.

All he gathered from Maglor’s brief use of ósanwë was the scent of blood and panic, the sound of orc-horns in the distance and a terrible pain in his side.

Has Maglor been injured in battle? Surely not; his leg can’t be mended enough for him to fight yet. But then what’s wrong with him?

Curufin definitely isn’t going to try touching Maedhros’ mind, considering the state Maedhros was in when he left Himring.

This is such a mess. And it’s all his fault. And Celegorm is still dead.

Be better, Fingon told Curufin – but now he won’t even look at Curufin, and Curufin’s hand is still burned and he doesn’t think it will ever heal.

Does he even want it to?

Back at Himring, Maedhros watches as the orcs press closer. If they manage to surround the great hill completely—

[look I know nothing about military stuff. in lieu of any actual manoeuvres or strategies we are going to assume that the Bad Thing that needs to be prevented is the fortress being encircled. got it? cool.]

“Harass them from both flanks,” he orders. “Keep them contained, don’t let them spread out.”

His paltry force obeys, but with plenty of murmuring.

The patrols, Maedhros catches, and His own brother.

He doesn’t know what they mean. He doesn’t know how much longer he can possibly hold. He doesn’t know where Fingon is, or whether he’s succeeded at preventing a war with Doriath, or why Maglor isn’t getting better.

When there is nothing left but the clamour in his head and his racing pulse, there is still war, at least: still the swift brutal swing of his sword though orc-neck after orc-neck, the splatter of black blood against his breastplate and the deadly dance of the battle-field.

(Still the gentle light of the Silmaril in his pocket. Still Maglor, breathing. But those are harder to hold on to.)

Himring will not fall. Himring must not fall.

As the weary battle for the fortress continues, its chronicle is woven by steady, skilful hands in the House of Vairë.

Míriel Therindë’s grandson has little difficulty finding her tapestries in the Halls of Mandos.

He is staring at them in transfixed horror when he feels a presence behind him.

“Oh. It’s you. What are you doing here?”

“Same as you, I imagine,” says Finrod, coming to sit beside him (metaphorically. since spirits can’t really sit. you know the drill). “Looking at the tapestries.”

Celegorm snorts impatiently. In life he had a tendency, when frustrated, to slip into the language and mannerisms of whatever bird or beast he felt most appropriate to the situation – elves are simply too stupid to talk to being the clear implication.

Finrod is absurdly pleased to find out this is still the case.

Or maybe it isn’t absurd, he tells himself, maybe it’s natural to want to believe that this is still the cousin he grew up with, that a person can betray you and turn your kingdom against you and still have some parts worth saving.

“I meant,” Celegorm is saying derisively, “what are you doing in these Halls? I thought your dear cousin won you a special boon.”

“Impressive you can still speak of her, after what you did,” observes Finrod. “But yes, Mandos did tell me I was to be re-embodied. First of all the Exiles, you know.”

“And?” Celegorm presses, after he is silent for a time.

Finrod smiles at him. “I told him thanks, but no thanks,” he says.

Celegorm splutters for a bit. “What?” he manages at last. “Ingoldo, have you lost your mind? How – why – is this all out of some misguided form of pity? Or are you just flinging it in my face that you can choose to leave and I can’t?”

“Lúthien reminded me,” Finrod says seriously, “that we always have a choice.”

Back in Himring, Maedhros is being pressed hard.

They are so badly outnumbered, and the orcs keep coming and coming, a never-ending river.

If Himring falls, Maglor dies – for there is no chance of his surviving a hurried retreat, Maedhros can see that even without fully understanding what ails his brother, and he has refused to be sent away in advance.

Himring can’t fall, Maedhros tells himself.

(To evil end shall all things turn that they begin well – how those words echoed in his ears four hundred years ago, as he watched his high stone fortress built. He realises, now, that he always expected Himring to fall.)

The orcs have pushed them back to the south of the hill, almost closing off the circle, cutting off their last path of retreat.

Will he burn with the house, then – like Amrod, like his father? The prospect would not be so awful were it not for Maglor.

Nothing lasts forever; Maedhros understands that as few other elves do, and has done since Angband.

But Maglor – Maglor has to live forever – Maglor is dying—

To the south-west sounds a clear silver horn, the horn of Fingolfin.

(to be continued)