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calzonekestis · 2 years

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Starting my day off with a rant about fandom because I made the mistaken of opening twitter and people are gross and weird again but in a Different way.

Yes, Grace sparks joy for us all and is the light of our lives - literal sunshine.

Yes, baby goth Grace in her TikTok photos was like this.

Like. I can see how the contrast may be amusing, but. Again, I’ve seen tweets again of people being weird about it.

Not thirsty weird so much as just surprised or shocked - not in a bad way, but just like. Surprised? Which ok, I guess you can’t help your reaction, but like. Also.

Idk how to tell you. That teen girls and grown women and literally anyone can dress however they want.

And people’s styles can change and grow as they do themselves.

Grace needn’t be open about all her struggles - but it’s known she had them, because the dumb fucks who tried to defame her by faking posts from the blog she used at the time.

If the contrast of her then/now is a reflection of where she was then in her life vs where she is now?

Awesome. Happy for her. Proud of her. That she’s thriving, happier, more confident, has a good support system. Not just the love and support of fans, but y’know, people who actually know and love her.

If it was Just A Phase, had nothing to do with any of that - she just liked the look and aesthetic? Cool. That’s valid.

Regardless, as someone who is only two years older than her? I would have been friends with baby goth Grace. I’m sure she would have been lovely to know then as she is lovely to know now.

The differences between those two Graces is… not. Our business.

Again the internet’s favorite buzzword re celebrities - parasocial. We don’t know her. She’s not our friend. So like. Why you shocked/surprised?

You don’t know Grace now, why do you have an expectation of what she was like then?

She’s not “a completely different person” as I’ve seen people say. She’s just. The same person, at a different point in her life. She was in her goth era then. She’s in her pretty floral dress era now. That’s all we get to know.

I’d say some of y’all need to touch grass, but… I’m the one making a tumblr post at quarter to 5AM complaining about how fandom is Weird towards celebrities.

Y’all don’t need to know what they were like before they were famous. What they looked like.

It reminds me of the Joe Quinn fandom stalking his friend’s Facebook - and like - yeah, I thought those pictures of teen Joe were all cute and fun until I realized how they were obtained. People going back a decade on his friend’s blog, and making them their profile picture on twitter.

And like, I know it was haters who stalked Grace’s old blog and not her fans - but like. It’s weird and invasive and crosses so many boundaries.

Who actors are off camera ain’t our business, if they themselves are willing to let us perceive Them on their own terms - great, but. Like yeah, don’t dig up their pasts and be invasive in that regard - but also just like. Leave them alone? In general? Respect their privacy?

TLDR; Y’all do not need nor are entitled to know what they looked like as minors and that’s creepy stop being creepy why is this fandom so fuckin creepy.

#grace van dien

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fandom-sheep · 3 years

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MCC 18 SEP 21

Yellow Yacks and Cyan Coyotes with a little Aqua Axolotls. Part 1/1

The only reason I didn’t forget MCC was because I got the notification for Eret.

I have Wilbur on my TV. I’m going to watch Eret on my phone. And I’ll have Tommy on my iPad probably.

Wilbur throwing a tantrum and saying he won’t play.

I feel like a true Gen Z member with my multiple screens of minecraft.

I’m only just getting the Wilbur notification.

I love watching everyone run around before MCC and scale things.

Griefing the thumbnail. 😂

Wilbur just causes problems on purpose when it comes to group photos doesn’t he.

He just loves finding ways to cause problems.

Wilbur got a coconut!?!

I didn’t mean to type the question mark originally. But I am a bit confused.

Wilbur just stocking up on coconuts

True friendship is a quote book. I have several.

Baby banana boo.

Wait. I heard the word tumblr

Scott what did you do with tumblr?

I’m scared. Only Eret permitted on tumblr.

I remember watching hole in the wall as a tv show as a kid.

Wilbur’s glasses that don’t do anything.

There are September discounts for subbing?

Neato.

The conversations in my work discord are something else.

Not surprised that Wilbur is going for top swearer of MCC

But my residents are going to walk by my door and judge me.

Alright I apparently wasn’t signed in to twitch on my iPad and it took me entirely too long to learn to remember it.

Tommy looks like he’s really concentrating. Oh wait never mind.

Wow the yaks are in first currently. I might be cheering for a winning team for once.

Alright I have my iPad split screen between Tommy and the MCC website.

Everyone break the elevator!

In the game, not in the building I work. I don’t want that paperwork.

Stick together and place many block.

I’ve been in Wilburs position. “I’ll be captain” “yeah let’s let Wilbur be captain”

Not a single POV I have up is synced. But that’s life.

Oh not starting out strong.

Just keep going. Ignore the falling people just like ranboo last time.

We are at the absolute bottom for this game.

Where’s a bag of popcorn or something?

“Stay down there. That’s how I won that one time” -Ranboo

Down they go.

They didn’t have anywhere to run.

Second round!

Oh that wasn’t their best idea. It was fun seeing Erets POV of that.

Go Teams.

Turning down the volume on yellow yacks to listen to aqua axolotls.

Aqua please. You have so much potential.

Nope.

Switching audio again.

Yellow back at the bottom.

Ranboo ranboo ranboo ranboo

Down he goes. 😂 the timing of that was funny.

Please. Don’t die

Wilbur. Scott. Please.

Scott uncovering the creeper.

Their plan is literally just sit and be.

To be fair that’s my plan for everything I do.

Oh cobwebs are smart.

I’m eating very salty Chick-fil-A chips and need water.

We are still doing ok. Wow.

Cobwebs man. The real MVP.

They are still in 10th

COBWEBS!!! And Wilbur standing on the edge of a block.

THEY WON THAT?!?!!!!

It moved them from last to eight. But still. Wow.

Holy cow. How did that happen.

I always forget what the acronym game is.

Oh yeah. Wilbur snuck and found this. I remember.

Go team!

Oh the website updates faster than the game. But we’re starting off decent.

I’m going to have to take back that statement aren’t I?

Go go go go

Fly fly fly fly

Build build build build

Go Wilbur!

Rafter strat.

Wilbur found the rafters and everyone else loved it.

Blocking his own jump. 😂

I really should do the inside joke chair emoji thing for laughing. But I don’t care.

Tiktok is nice. Depends on the side you are on, but it’s nice.

We are doing halfway decent. I’m proud of us.

Wilbur is struggling and I think he might cry.

Not bad. I don’t think.

Power sweater.

This game in MCC has rainbow road vibes

I’ll have to make that it’s own post since I feel that’ll be popular ish.

Holy cow we hit first on the website!! How?

Ranboo sweet one.

They said no peaking to Wilbur.

Wilbur making them block stuff off and the like is so funny.

Run yaks run!

I missed the moment Wilbur just mentioned. Oh well I’m sure I’ll see the clip.

First last first.

Hey 4th overall. Look at em.

Wilbur switching to full screen to show us his M&Ms.

Let me balance my water bottle on the bedpost above my head. No way this could possibly go wrong in multiple ways.

Double coins. Gorgeous.

Chickens are being sniped.

What’s going to work? TEAM WORK!

I don’t think I have ever watched a game of grid runners in my life?

Alright game should start any second because it started on the website.

Alright stream is delayed about 13 seconds.

Go teams go!

Wilbur just sniping targets.

We’re doing ok.

All this dirt.

Go go go

We’re completing things first.

Cake!

Wilbur got in!

Now they eat

Oh but they are falling.

Oh wow the painting is complicated. My friends and I would fail to communicate so fast.

Is this lever thing just find the button but complicated?

Go you got the levers!

Items grab!

My friends and I would seriously struggle unless I was allowed the lead. But I would lead us off a cliff.

Everyone get ready to go in as soon as the cake is done.

Exit! You guys are so close! Please!

Woohoo!

Go Ranboo! Go Scott!

Come on guys. Come on. Good communication.

I think I like watching Wilbur with MCC because he had a similar strategy to what I would do.

Wilbur why did you try to act cool!!!

They keep saying they are miles ahead but not according to that scoreboard.

You placed 3rd. Good job y’all.

I’m excited for bonuses.

They have another minute until the others run out of time.

Good soup.

Oh wow. Ranboo and Wilbur really are always totgehe.

We are doing well. I see the board changing on the website so much.

Where will they land.

Looks like 2nd or 3rd

Fourth overall. Not bad.

Lap time is logical.

Audience vote?

Look at me redownloading twitter.

Can you not see how others have voted on twitter?

Oh there it is. It only showed mine for a sec there.

Battle box looks close. I voted ace race.

Oh it all looks close right now.

Long break my beloved.

I don’t have time to start my laundry but still. My beloved.

Game 5/8 so MCC won’t be too much longer.

I look up and Wilbur is shaking his ass at George. I’m not surprised.

Phil and Sneeg judging Wilbur.

Wilbur twerking on Phil and Sneeg joining.

Poor Phil.

Wilbur just having visited so many random places with so many random words just gathered.

Oh wow parkour tag is low. But so is sands.

Oh wow it was a tie. Between Sands and Parkour

“Wilbur is Sand Daddy” -Scott and then all the agreement noises.

Sands of Time is my favorite practical game

Maybe because Wilbur is really good at it. And Ranboo had been trained by him.

This is just good.

I swear Sand daddy is going to kill me during this.

I am just going to pass away.

My stream delay though.

Wilbur who says he stays very quiet as he makes circus music noises.

Minecraft Rhinos. Because I can’t spell their real name.

I don’t quite understand sand of time. But I like watching. It’s like college football.

I am missing the only college football game I care about for MCC.

Go Team.

No blue yet.

All the mobs.

“You better not die” sung to the tune of Santa clause is coming yo town. -Wilbur

Keep it up guys.

Oh no. They lost the key.

Oh good they found the key.

You can tell Wilbur had a musicians brain. He just hears something vaguely lyrical and starts singing a song.

Gotta promote your band whenever you can I guess.

I listened to the last Ep for like an hour and a half yesterday while I went about my day.

I wonder how we’re doing?

Only a few seconds.

I could warm a heating pad in the amount fo time they have left.

Ranboo doing these puzzles so amazingly.

Quit caring about what others think. Just do your thing.

I swear the sand daddy thing.

I love the cage of shame for not tracking your sand.

I zoned out. Red cyan orange?

We’re almost 15 minutes into sands.

I want to play Minecraft on my iPad right now.

Wait the website updated. We were 6th?

Yikes. I thought they did better.

3rd overall though!

Wait what was that about most influential improv thingy? Good for them.

Build mart!

Oh Ace Race. Wilbur calling Ace Race his girlfriend now.

I want to see the enemies to lovers fan fictions of Ace race and Wilbur.

Oh wait I can do that. I can verbally tell one like I have others in the past.

I’m excited to watch this.

Wilbur flirt with the race.

I’m not mentally prepared for this.

Everyone just joined because they don’t want to miss Wilbur x Ace Race.

Oh no. He’s not doing so well.

Oh Wilbur is giving us more.

Complicated history…

Whispering to Ace Race and Solidarity.

You’ve got it Wilbur.

Keep on talking. Keep your brain busy while you play.

Mommmm Wilbur is flirting with Ace Race again!

He’s whispering though so I can’t quite hear it and will have to find a clip channel that added subtitles.

Oh teams are changing on the website.

“What are you doing in my women Philza?” -Wilbur

“I will end your bloodline which is canonically also me.” -Wilbur

I can not track all the quotes from this. That’s beyond my abilities.

Wilbur did halfway decent, but it still uncomfortable.

Ace Race is a person now. Also the fact that Wilbur compliments Ace Race so much.

Sally v. Ace Race.

I want to find that fanart now.

Scott honey. Confirmed cannon is everyone fancies the fish.

4th. Not bad.

We’re still talking Ace Race x Wilbur

Build mart! My dearest buildmart!

I miss them sliding around in the sleds.

Grab da flowers!

We’re in 1st at the minute.

Come on yaks!

No coyotes!

Hurry hurry hurry.

Work discord going it’s thing again.

Oh we’re dropping fast.

Move the redstone! Thank you

Alright back on top. Keep it up.

Nevermind.

I love the way the build spaces for the different teams work.

Who is the person on the build?

Oh first again? Nevermind.

Oh we popped up to second. We’re so behind. Come on.

Duck!

Good soup energy. Now all I can think is the bi wide energy song.

Time is running out.

Yeah we aren’t catching up to first. Just hold second.

Where is granite?

Game over.

Third overall now. Not bad. Last game time they can possibly pull it into dodge bolt.

I need to go get a picture with the President of the university for a game with my work.

Good Soup.

I’m sitting here making popcat noises while waiting.

Game time! Go team! Survive!

Wait where did the steamer go? I wasn’t paying attention.

He’s back.

He’s swearing for his points on the swearing list.

Is pee a soup? No. I don’t think it’s think enough under normal circumstances.

Karl is apparently swearing according to Twitter. Good for him. He deserves to swear some as a treat.

Everyone running and leaving shubble.

Oh good they are all together.

Just keep running.

4th so far.

Cars. Beep beep.

Ranboo breath child.

Calling Wilbur like some kind of golden retriever.

Bow boy

Scott is leader now. Because otherwise they are arguing.

We are playing the don’t die strategy.

Come on team.

Did I put my cut in this post? I did.

Ranboo having stolen the airdrop. And he has a thing!

Oh the boarder is right behind them.

They are fighting Dream?

Nice Will.

We’re in fourth.

Boarder is right there.

Sapnap? Nope.

Pink attack and they book it.

Oh no. There goes Wilbur.

Is it just Scott?

Scott vs the world.

Just Organe and pink. They came third.

GO ORANGE!

Please. Please let us do it.

Overall third. Pink overtook yellow.

Sadness.

Ranboo has achieved: Found Hated Game

Ranboo has been hit by Survival games so many times now.

If they had just lasted a tiny bit longer they would have come second.

Cheering Orange I suppose.

I have no skill at picking winner POVs.

I have 3 teams I was at least kinda watching. And none of them are in dodgebolt.

Gosh can hear Ranboo tweaking.

Wow. Yellow yaks just as a team twerking.

What is Wilbur chewing on? Wilbur don’t chew on things that probably aren’t meant to be chewed on.

I can hear the band outside of my window. I think my campuses football game is starting.

The drum line practiced outside my window all the beginning of the semester so it’s fun seeing them march to the stadium.

Oh and there are the cheerleaders.

Oh right I was watching MCC! Who’s winning?

Come on Orange. So close.

Wait I looked out my window. Why is the band walking back to where they were?

Along the sidewalk?

I thought it was game time for a minute.

Oh dodgebolt could go either way.

Distracted by Jesus.

Grian! You got this!

Nice Grian.

Oh Grian has a chance!

Oh!

It’s so close!

Ooo ooo!

I’m so invested.

I SEE THE CONFETTI IN THE SITE! But I don’t want to miss the shot.

Come on Grian.

I know you do it. But you’ve got this

YESSSSS

Woo hoo!!

That was a good MCC. Now to do the chores and homework I originally planned to do today.

That was a nice stream.

Scott is separating Ranboo and Wilbur?

Please. Scott.

Don’t separate the beings.

You know. Twitter needs to politely bully Scott into keeping Ranboo and Will together.

Oop and that’s Wilbur done. That was fun.

See y’all next time!

#mcc #wilbur soot #ranboo #Scott #dangthatsalongname #shubble #yellow yaks #delayed liveblogging

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joopiterjoon · 3 years

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content creator year in review

(I would like to remind everyone that I created a themed one of these last year and ONLY ONE PERSON did it. I’m salty.)

tagged by the lovely @nightowls388, @honeymoonjin @honeyj00ns happy new year~

first creation and most recent creation of 2020: I was in the middle of writing Converse High, one of my all-time favorite stories, and posted Chapter 4.

I just posted Seoked in Sweetness: Happy Holidays.

one of your favorite creations from 2020: Even though it tanked, I had so much fun trying to write like a fairytale would be written for The Benevolent, The Beloved

a creation you’re really proud of: Not much of a surprise-- Hooked. That mammoth, shitstorm of a fic where y’all got to read about me working through my problems. If so many people had not commented and cheered me on, I would not have finished it.

a creation that took you forever: Again, Hooked. I wrote it as a oneshot in August 2019 and finished it in October 2020. It went on three hiatuses. Had three different betareaders. And it is finally done.

a creation from 2020 that received the most notes: Jungkook’s Sexploration chapter, Dickin’ Around. I assumed this would happen as a Jungkook piece, but I didn’t expect the love and appreciation for how I wrote him! It encouraged me to write more for him.

a creation you think deserved more notes: I don’t have many expectations and tend to negotiate failure with myself. I’ve already mentioned Benevolent, Beloved. Overall, I wish MxM readers hadn’t left this site (for reasons from homophobic anons to microaggressions to ao3 just being amazing)

a new fandom you joined and a creation you made for it: Chungha! My only WLW piece is something I wrote a bit tipsy one night after watching her vlives, Take a Break

a creation you made that breaks your heart: Oh gosh, I don’t really write these. A story I’m working on, HOME, will break my heart.

a ‘simple’ creation that you really love: I had a lot of fun writing athedrabble In My Next Life. Everyone’s responses made me laugh because I did not mean for it to be so deep!

a creation that was inspired by another one: The Converse High drabbles are technically a collection called Outro: Love is Not Over on ao3.

a favorite creation created by someone else: When I saw this question on the post, I put it off because there were too many! So instead, I’m gonna link my recs tumblr, which I had to create to keep track of my reading list and the wonderful works I’ve read @maxreadsmaybe

some of your favorite content creators from the year:

Okay so this says SOME so I’m going to list some but there are a lot of amazing people

@seoulphiles I love Crystal’s... moodboards? Is that what they are called? They give me inspo all the time

@wwilloww I love Willow as a writer and a person. Her work can be chaotic, poetic, sultry, breath-taking... it’s got everything... when I remember to read it...

@btsaudge Audrey is the bts content queen. She’s got all the HD photos immediately, reblogs great content, and writes great fanfics! I don’t know if she knows this, but I use her fics as a “gateway” to fanfiction for my BTS friends because she has a lot of short pieces that vary in scenario and capture the members well

@honeymoonjin who knows if she is on or off tumblr this week ;P but Sora always has great work with incredible universes. Now that I get to brainstorm with her, I can’t believe how quickly she develops depth in her work.

@joonsgalore if you are a namjoon stan, even BEFORE rayan changed her username, this is the blog to see

There are lots of people on here I talk to and haven’t mentioned, and there are lots of new creators I really need to check out! I feel like it is a copout to list a bunch of people without saying why I like them, so I won’t do that, but eventually I will get around to appreciating all of you with my backlog of fic reviews.

[[I follow a lot of non-writing content on twitter and instagram. check my followers on twitter @_jupiterjoon to find a lot of amazing fanartists!]]

and for good measure, another couple more creations of yours that you love:

A Little Tied Up | Spanked | The Booth | Transit in Transition | olive me (loves olive you)

tagging: I don’t know if people want to do this now that the new year has passed, and a lot of people have been tagged, but feel free to participate!

#tag games #year in review

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sherlollydramoine · 4 years

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Welcome to the Tumblr-Dome Bitch! Pt 3

Warnings: smut-ish, mostly implied. Fluff with a cute ending. Also, don’t come for me because online friendships are very real.

Okay y’all so I had to break this ish up into three parts, because well.. This idea got away from me. This is the conclusion. I realize that some of this is very out of character for Rami but this idea got away from me and it was making me laugh. So I’m sorry. I hope you can enjoy this ridiculous thing for what it is.

(PART ONE) (PART TWO)

Word Count: 1342

You both decided for your sanity to just avoid Tumblr for the rest of the day/evening.

You showered and got ready for your evening with Rami, while he was texting you on and off the entire rest of the day.

Making dinner turned into something interesting, since you weren’t really sure what to cook.

Settling on one of your faves, you made a pot roast. You already had the roast thawed since you wanted to make it for dinner anyway. The prep went quickly since you just had to pop it in the oven.

He had agreed to come over around four-thirty to five, and you still had a little bit of food to finish.

You let him into your building and told him your door was unlocked.

When he showed up he was holding a bag that sounded like glass bottles clinking together.

“I brought several different kinds of alcohol as an apology for the shit storm I created for you. I really am sorry.”

You just laugh and tell him that it was okay.

He places a small kiss on your temple while you finished working on the potatoes.

“It smells delicious in here, what did you make?”

“Pot roast. It’s a comfort food of mine and one of my favorite meals ever.”

“Smells heavenly, so alcohol, pick your poison. I’m honestly down for some tequila right now.”

“God, me too!” you exclaim as you pull out a couple of glasses and some ice.

Why don’t you take your drink and meet me at the table, I’ll be there in just a few minutes. With dinner.”

You gathered up all of the food and slowly brought everything to the table, while he sat there sipping on his drink.

Once you were both seated you ate and chatted. Mostly about the interesting turn of events of the last eighteen hours, upcoming work projects, and life.

Conversation between you two somehow was easy just like it was when you two met last night.

After you finished eating, clearing the table, and putting the food away you both settled on the couch. You both had, had a few drinks already and you weren’t sure if he was being funny or not but suggested you do something that is really going to set people into a frenzy.

“Why don’t we take a selfie and post it on my Tumblr blog? I don’t know why. I know this is stupid and could cause a frenzy but maybe I should settle something. Maybe I should just let the world know it’s me. You said there is a way to disable messages right?”

“Oh Lord Rami, this is stupid, but yes it is possible. I can show you, but you might have to do it from a laptop.”

“Well good thing yours is right here YN.”

“Most of my followers don’t even know what I look like anyway so I don’t see how this can hurt, unless you tag me in it.”

He brought out his phone and the two of you settled into a comfortable position on the couch before snapping a selfie.

He opened the Tumblr app and posted the photo and he tagged you in it. Shortly after hitting the post button he opened the Twitter app and posted the picture of the two of you with the caption “Dinner, drinks, and snuggle time with my new favorite person. Just posted this on my new Tumblr blog ItsMeRami” Your jaw nearly hit the floor.

You watch as he hits post, and then you open the Tumblr app on your laptop and allow him to log in. You show him how to disable anons, which he does and then closes the laptop.

“Rami, this is going to blow the fuck up and-”

He just smiles at you before capturing your lips in his.

The panic subsided as his lips began to work yours, tasting a mixture of pot roast and tequila.

All the possible Tumblr drama forgotten as his hands slowly work their way from your hair all the way down your body before settling on your waist.

The soft moan that escapes you as your body instinctively moves closer to his.

Your hands end up tangled in his hair, while you straddle his hips, your lips still locked together in a heated kiss.

You feel yourself grinding down on him through his jeans his little hums of pleasure vibrating through his chest and into yours.

You almost laugh as he flips you both over and catches your top with his teeth before pulling.

“In that piece of fan fiction that I read, I must have been strong or the top flimsy because there is no way I am ripping your shirt off with my teeth.”

You laugh for a second, as his hips grind into yours the pressure from his jeans feeling amazing against your center.

“Oh my God. I don’t care what you do just please…”you whine out unable to form any other words.

His hands quickly work his jeans open as he pulls his cock out of his jeans. Your eyes wide at the gloriousness that is his cock.

You had forgotten panties with your skirt and you were glad that you had, as his hand finds your core.

“So wet darling. So wet already.”

“Rami?”

“Yes?”

“Fuck me please?”

And with that he slides himself into you slowly. Your eyes locked as you moan at the sensation of him filling you.

He doesn’t just fuck you, no, he loves you. Several times that night and almost every night after.

This is a night that you both remember forever, and that selfie you took that night now sits on the mantle of your house four years later. It was just after Christmas now, not quite New Year’s Eve, your belly rounded with the evidence of the late stages of your pregnancy.

He comes into the living room, his hair wet from the shower he had just taken as he stops to admire you from afar.

“Who would have thought that would have turned out to be one of the best nights of our lives?”

Your head turning to look at him as you smile, hands unconsciously rubbing your belly.

“Yeah I know. And I can’t believe that we both still have our damn Tumblr accounts. The girls say ‘hi’ by the way. And Peen is glad you gave permission to post that photo that I snapped. Always glad for more content, because your dick is glorious even clothed. Those jeans look so good on you. She really is grateful for the ‘exclusive’ content that we give her.”

He just laughs.” I’ll message her and free-rami later about the baby shower ideas they had, they both said that they will be able to be here for it.”

You laugh again. Who would have ever really thought that a chance encounter in a bar and a random foray into Tumblr, would lead to having the best friends and the best husband ever?

“Yeah it took like six months for the Tumbly drama to die down. Man, some of those people came for you hard babe.Glad you mostly just blocked them or deleted them. My publicist also wasn’t super thrilled that I did what I did, but she did find it hilarious. My fans think that my people run my Tumblr blog, but they don’t realize it’s still just mostly you and I that do all of that. And your fanfiction has definitely gotten better, maybe it’s because you write what you know?” he smiles into your hair, you roll your eyes. Even after four years he is still the same.

“Oh my God! You have no idea how many anons I get asking me what your dick is like, since I never really give full descriptions of it. They all want to know how big it is, and if I could upload any photos. People are weird and so is Tumblr. I think your fans are just glad that you engage on social media now, even if it is still very limited.”

“YN, you first told me that Tumblr is a cesspool of the weird and bizarre. Is it any surprise?”

“No.” you laugh again, settling your body back into your husbands.

@the-real-ramimalekpeen @r-ahh-mi @mrhoemazzello @txmel @xmxisxforxmaybe @ramimedley @free-rami @hissom1933 @spacedustmazzello @ramimedley

#rami malek #rami malek fanfiction #rami malek hilarity #rami malek smut

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murfeelee · 5 years

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I just want to speak my piece and voice my hopes & concerns about the ideas for a new Sims Networking site.

Disclaimer: Despite the length of this long effing post, I know absolutely nothing about creating a website, or hosting, servers, or anything like that.

In light of Tumblr’s clear and present determination to kill its own website, many ideas are being proposed about The Sims community starting its own website. This would be a safe haven for simmers, where we can all share our content without fear of overzealous censorship and nefarious politico-economic stunts and power-plays.

Having different simmers presenting different platforms and ideas about how to get a simming network started is great, and I support anyone who pitches an idea. I don’t care who figures it out, just as long as someone does, and it’s good. But at this critical point and time what the community really needs is to not be splintered -- that’s what the problem is: that when Tumblr internally combusts we’ll all mass exodus and go our separate ways (to LJ/DW, Twitter, Blogspot, WP, etc), and we won’t all be in one place anymore. :(

There’s nothing wrong with having multiple simming networks, and having a selection of simmers-only social media outlets, not at all. We do that already, with sites like TSR & MTS, etc, that embrace content from ALL the sims games (1-4, etc), but where different preferences/standards/visions naturally lead to different websites doing their own thing separately.

But I think it’s time we as a community had one main home.

IMO, ideally, it would be one that functions like Tumblr did -- just Better and More Positive. ;) It would not be moderated by admins like the other sims sites, and instead the site runners would be there strictly for site support and maintenance. We’ve been moderating the simblr side of Tumblr all these years pretty okay -- aside from the abuse/neglect of the Tags (which I hope we could come to a more unified system with on a new site).

The new site could have all the image uploading/storage and other features we enjoy (Follows, Reblogs, Likes, Comments, IM, etc) but possibly even with an additional forum aspect, with rich text text threads & private messaging, etc. Is that at all possible?

The forum half of the site could have moderators, if only to keep the threads organized, but there would be none of that censoring crap that gets users warned/banned over stupidness like language, adult content, or my personal favorite: filesharing (especially when cc users rely on WCIFs and reuploaders to share content from dead sites and creators who delete their content for one reason or another).

I’d also love to see a return of more community events:

more Simblreen-like photo prompts & challenges for other holidays & seasons

more creative contests (like the one recreating real movie posters as sims images to get featured as new cc)

more visibility for machinimas (those mofos work HARD)

the return of sims magazines for fashion & builders & whatnot

Age and Adult Content Restrictions

The Sims is a borderline Teen/Everyone/Mature-rated game. It’s got sex and violence and crude humor and weirdness that isn’t really suitable for little kids. It's at each parent’s discretion what their kids are exposed to, but most simmers are either in their teens or older (I haven’t come across any 7 year olds playing this crazy game, at least.) As such, I don’t feel this new site should be censoring/blocking adult content and nsfw. Let the tags do their jobs -- even implement a Safe Mode & parental controls if you have to.

When it comes to what the age restrictions are, can’t y’all just have a captcha or one of those buttons you click that says you’re 13+ or whatever the age needs to be? And there are pretty cool captchas out there, too -- we don’t need something as crazy as what Thaithesims had (for those of y’all who don’t know, it was freaking nuts, trust), but there are others that ask a simple math question, or makes you to click the picture of the vegetable, or some Where’s Waldo looking thing to find all the bicycles or whatever the heck. Y’all’ve seen them, I don’t know.

Again, I don’t even know what goes into making a website, and determining what it can & cant support -- or AFFORD.

And that brings me to Money:

While it’s so exciting and heartening to see different ideas coming out now, honestly, it’s not gonna work when all y’all are all asking for money and donations. That’ll have us scrambling to fund & invest in a million different people’s ideas, until someone gets a site working that we’ll actually use.

Of course we know money is THE issue, and of course websites are Expensive AF™. But it would be more realistic for all y'all to get a site up and running, have us use it and test it out, and once the community gives it our seal of approval, then start doing donation drives to keep the site/servers funded. That’s the way fan-made ad-free sites with adult content like Archive Of Our Own do it; I’ve been subscribed there for years, and they make $100k+ every drive, it’s amazing. Sites like Wikipedia & the Wayback Machine no doubt make more. (Didn’t SimFileShare fund itself to get started? They use ads, though, which might force adult content restrictions like what’s happening with Tumblr.)

I wish I had the disposable income to give to ANY of these fantastic websites that I know and love, just to show my appreciation, but I’m dirt poor, so.... But I just feel that it really shouldn’t be up to users to fund free websites, because that’s hardly better than having to pay for subscriptions to join paid sites. I don’t even like pay for CC, or DLC, or even video games at full price. So any bid for money makes me suck my teeth a bit, frankly speaking.

In Closing:

The Sims community deserves its own space, to freely express ourselves.

The Sims is unique from any other game ever made, because simmers create the stories, simmers create the content, and simmers create the gameplay -- it’s not a linear pre-determined storyline, but a more or less open-ended open-world mechanism by which the gamer decides (and can create) everything from the characters to the plots to the locations.

We’re not just posting pictures on the official forums of our customized Lara, Shepard, Geralt, Arthur Morgan or whoever beating a level or discovering a hidden location. No. We’re creating our own characters and worlds and directives, and sharing art through images, storytelling, and custom content. And we’re sharing a bit of ourselves in the process.

Tumblr used to be the one place we could rely on to embrace our individuality, freedom of speech, agency, expression, and be part of a community that supported us and our content. I don’t want the Sims community to be fractured, and certainly not die out. Y’all have been like family to me, for the 5 years I’ve been on Tumblr, and for almost a whole decade now in the online Sims community -- 2019 will make it 10 years (which is a lot, for an antisocial psychopath like me). If Tumblr fails us, I won’t know where else to go, and it really saddens me. The Sims is a Lifestyle.

So I really hope y’all movers and shakers out there who know about web development can come together, figure things out together, and create a Better, More Positive space for us to enjoy playing and sharing our love of The Sims games.

#simblr #the sims #RANT ALERT #mini rant #murf is a derp

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threepercenthuman · 5 years

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So...

Long story short tumblr is incapable of getting their shit together so I’m going to slowly wean myself off of here. It’s been fun y’all but this whole situation is some bull and I just can’t find it in me to support such a website. So it’s been fun y’all but this is my goodbye for now. I don’t really have any other social media accounts so this is it peeps. If I get any other accounts (ie twitter or pillowfort or smthing) I’ll update.

Peace out, and good luck to those who choose to stay lmao

EDIT: some answers to questions I’ve received to assuage any worries-

1. IF I do get other social media accounts, they will likely no longer be under this username, nor will I post the same content as I post on here. The content of this tumblr is pretty specific and niche to this website, and I’ve kind of been thinking of just... becoming a different themed blog for a while now. I have aesthetic, fandom, and original content side blogs atm (mostly post photos and such) and I have been thinking of just abandoning this blog in favor of keeping up those blogs as I have a bit more fun with them than this one (this blog often gets me down in the dumps when I post so this has been a long time coming.)

2. If anyone wants to keep in touch, dm me! I have a lot of mutuals who is love to keep up with so please dm me so I can give you the emergency Twitter I made for this specific situation!!!

3. As far as my opinion on the matter goes, tumblr is a piece of shit hellsite who deserved all of this bs. We’ve been complaining about this issue for months— years, even— and you ignored us until suddenly you got taken down from the AppStore. Then they suddenly purge an astonishing number of blogs purely for the fact that they exist and may or may not be partially nsfw, and then ban any and all nsfw content. As far as I’m concerned yahoo is full of lazy bitchy babies who are competent enough to fix their problems but not competent enough to realize that nerfing nsfw blogs altogether is not the solution they need. Can’t say I won’t miss the website but I can say I won’t miss the company and its incompetence.

4. I will not delete this blog! If you find that it’s gone then that was tumblr and I’ve been sacrificed to the purge. I’m sticking with this shop until it finally (and inevitably) sinks. I just,,, won’t really be posting anything,,,,,,,

5. Yes, I will miss everyone so much! I’ve made a lot of memories on this sight and it was a big part of my life for the past years (don’t even remember how many, that’s how long I’ve been on here). Once again, I’ll try to put up my social media in the mean time but other than that it’s been lovely and just know that I’ll miss you all and this account and the memories we made with it sooooo much!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Will update as more questions roll in!

#personal

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empressxmachina · 4 years

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It’s Funny...

Everyone is allowed to have their own opinions, and I’m not trying to take them away. I just find it interesting how it seems like my favorite or, in some cases, hardest works to make don’t get the same love back.

Are my hopes for appreciation clouded by my wanting of balance? There are a few quotes that probably apply here, and I think one of them is,

“The results you achieve will be in direct proportion to the effort you apply.” Denis Waitley

It’s likely that I’d get more love, especially on sites like Twitter, if I posted more or followed normal social conventions like using hashtags. (Why should I use them for proper organization’s sake when people that should don’t for triggers or whatever? ) But even looking past certain voices there that irk me, I just don’t fancy the interface and the constant need to be present and recent. You vanish into the aether, otherwise, and that sucks. Yet there and in other sites like Tumblr, you’re at least allowed to show a simple appreciation of a post via a Like without having to save it in a collection or share it with the rest of the world if you find it troublesome. There should be a mix of both somewhere to Like, collect, and share, perhaps even without the need to make numbers public. I’d like that.

Would it be beneficial for myself to just reblog, retweet, or favorite something, anyway, despite not feeling a want to? I’m sure many social media gurus say so. No hate to anyone, but I usually favorite (or a proper analog action to that) if I know I’ll be coming back to it later, whether for reference or to have a certain mood. Sharing extrapolates on that, saying “Hey, I didn’t make this, but I wish I did or ‘This is so me,’ and I think you should like it, too.” Liking for me is basically a sign of “Good work” or maybe even “I just like you/this”, and if that option doesn’t exist, then if I can find a good thing to say – I dread when I can’t – out just have a question, I comment.

Back to the topic at hand, maybe I’m just weird with what I like to see and make. The public, usually the loud majority clearly likes giantesses with little dudes more than anything else and art made with brushes more than copy-paste. I, too, like those things, but is there no value in the other things unlisted? There’s also my subject matter on top of the presentation. I feel like I can push buttons with my work, making people unfortunately uncomfortable with extremes: sizes, personalities, etc.. If you haven’t noticed, I do frequently mention that things I make “could be so much worse.” I abridge like mad, a half from sites’ terms of service and a half from not wanting to ruin my internet reputation. Maybe I should stop caring.

Maybe I should stop caring, but did I ever start?

I haven’t changed content focuses, aside from visual mediums of choice – I still love drawing, though, but just haven’t done it in a while – and I don’t plan to. So why is it all getting to me? Is it because I’m sure there’s a better way to present my work and either I don’t know it or don’t want to embrace it?

Curse my impatience. Curse my stubbornness. Curse me being unable to realize and act on these flaws where it matters most.

No proofreading, just rambles. Thanks for reading.

P.S. You may be wondering if my thoughts are pointed toward any particular person or piece. No people, not specifically, anyway. It’s too early to speak on my MSB-inspired photo manipulation since I only posted it yesterday off-schedule, though I do feel there may be a dislike for it. But I really found discomfort in people not liking “Impale, Exhale.” Was it the dark theme? Was it terrible timing, given the social chaos of the world right now? I really like it, and I don’t want others to think I’m trying to get them to like it. I just want to know what you think aka why y’all didn’t. Blame my love for analytics.

#rambles #it's all self-deprecation i know

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longnights-n-brightlights · 7 years

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Eating Disorder

Hey Y’all. Long time no post.

I am now graduated from high school and in my sophomore year of college. Im not doing anything too special just going to my local community college and working as a coach at a gym.

5 years ago in 2012, I suffered from severe depression, anorexia, and anxiety. It was my freshman year of high school, and my mom just got remarried to a guy i hate, my biological dad would tell me i had gained weight & needed to work out more, my sister just got admitted into rehab for drugs and alcohol, and rumors were being spread at school that I was sleeping with the entire high school. One girl in particular, Sabrina, made a whole twitter account just to bully me and tweet that I was a whore, fat and ugly. It wasn't long until I was too young, too stressed and couldn't deal with it anymore. I was sneaking out, doing drugs almost every day, and getting in so much trouble. I was stressed out for lying to my mom who I knew i was hurting so much. At the time there was an app called ask.fm where you could anonymously ask people questions or make comments. I started getting all of these comments that I was fat, ugly and should kill myself. I think they were from Sabrina because no one else disliked me that much. I went to a small private school so I knew everyone well.

I couldn't take it anymore. I felt hideous, I had acne and far from perfect teeth, I weighed 115 lbs and felt like I weighed 400 lbs. I was getting in fights with my family and saw how much pain I caused them. It was my fault. It was all my fault. I remember thinking “Look at how many peoples lives I am ruining and causing agony”. I hated myself. My life felt out of control. I started eating less and counting calories meticulously in hopes I would lose weight and people would like me more. (Secretly I wanted people to notice something was wrong and they would be concerned about me, because it felt like no one liked me or cared about me.) I was pushing everyone away unconsciously.

I dropped down to around 106lbs before my mom took me in for treatment. Mind you, for a 5′ 4″ already skinny girl, losing 10lbs was a big difference. I was living off of tumblr photos of other anorexic girls. Most days all I would eat was an apple, and one chicken bullion cube dissolved in a cup of hot water. I had no energy, I was always dizzy, I was constantly irritable and would snap at absolutely everyone. Thanksgiving at my grandmas was usually my absolute favorite thing in the world. That year it was different.

The morning of, I woke up measured my waist and thighs with the tape measurer I brought with me everywhere, wrote down my measurements, and then i proceeded to quietly do a quick workout to start my metabolism before I ate. I didn't eat a lot. A little bit of chicken, some potatoes and some broccoli. I wanted to die after I ate. My grandma lives in the country, so right after the meal was finished I told everyone I felt too full so I went to go walk off my dinner. I wanted to throw up so bad. But I've always had an extreme phobia of throwing up so I couldn't.

All i remember are the thoughts, “You fat, ugly, undisciplined bitch. You can't even control yourself enough not to stuff your face.”

I probably only ate 200 calories worth of food.

I walked for about 45 minutes, hating myself, dreading going back to the house.

I started to take adderall to sustain energy, and it turned me off to food so I could go days without eating or drinking. Eventually, people at school started to notice how skinny I was getting. One girl Charisa pushed a grape into my face and told me to eat it and i wouldn't. I couldn't. The same day, I reached across the lunch table to grab a water or something and the sleeve of my hoodie came up and my extremely cut arm was showing. I think only one girl saw, unfortunately it was Sabrina.

My friends were worried and didn't know what to do. Someone I still don't know who to this day, told my cheer coach that I was not eating and I was cutting. She brought me into her office and tried to talk to me about it. I denied everything. I was so mad. She told me she had to tell the school principal and my mom.

My mom pulled me out of cheer. Cheer was the only thing that made me feel good and somewhat wanted.

She started taking me to outpatient treatment at an eating disorder clinic. I never fessed up to having an eating disorder. I just said I was a cheerleader, and I wanted to start eating healthier and get more fit. They bought it.

My mom found pills in my room one day I got from one of my friends. They were anti-depressants. She didn't know what they were I told them they weren't mine. She took them to the clinic and had them tell her what they were.

My phone, laptop, friends, everything was taken away. I had no life. Nothing else to think about. I wanted to die. I wanted to kill myself so much I had two bottles of mixed pills to OD on. Luckily, I was always terrified of death and where I would go when I died. I didn't want to stop existing, I just wanted the pain to stop.

Every week for my appointment, I had to get weighed backwards. My mom took my scale away so i couldn't see how much I weighed. Oh the agony of not knowing. The clinic and my mother told me that if i didn't gain weight I would be admitted into in treatment. Forced eating was the last thing I wanted. I knew I could get away with it if I stayed home. I told myself I would gain weight until they got off my back and I didn't have to go to my appointments anymore then I would stop eating again.

It worked. I gained weight and they calmed down.

But i didn't calm down.

My meal plans were filled with ice cream, Mcdonalds, and oreos. I started binging. I couldn't stop. I had no way to control my life or make myself feel better. I couldn't see my friends so I couldn't get drugs to let out stress. Food quickly became my drug.

My mom was so happy I was eating, that she gave me whatever I wanted.

I got bags of candy, and ate the whole thing in a day.

I hated that I was gaining additional weight that I wasn't planning on. But I couldn't stop eating. I would try to starve myself all day and then when I got home from school I would binge all night. I felt so sick. I my weight went all the way up to 130 lbs. I had gained 21lbs of pure fat. I hated myself even more now than I did before.

Eventually I gave up the hope that I could lose the weight. I didn't have any friends, I became socially awkward and developed extreme social anxiety.

I reconnected with an old friend from middle school, Nicole, and her friendship helped me so much.

We got into fitness and eating healthy and would go to the gym almost every day. It was better. I was having fun again. The quote posted on the wall of the eating disorder clinic I went to became my new mantra. “When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on.”

For the most part now, I am fine. I have almost fully recovered. I still had days where I binge or wanted to stop eating. Nicole was such a rock for me. I was open with her about everything. She was always so supportive. I would not be alive if it was not for her.

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taylessss · 7 years

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So, I’ve been mia for a while. But for those of you who have kept in contact with me over the last several months or those who have tried and everyone who has messaged me with questions in between, I’m finally answering everything now. But first I want to thank everyone who has taken the time out to care and to be concerned with what’s going on with me. A lot has happened in the past year; and people have been asking about college, where I’m living, who I’m dating, what happened with jake. And this isn’t just directed to tumblr alone, I’ll be posting this to all social media that I’ve gotten comments from. So, a year ago this month, June 30th to be exact, I met Jake. I was at a summer event for the incoming class at UAH, I was with my friend Maci and we saw a cute group of frat boys; they were all in shorts and frat tshirts and chacos and looked like your typical cute college guys. But there was one, one guy out of the ordinary, one guy I was making fun of because it was 100+ degrees and there he was wearing khaki pants, a yeti tshirt, a backwards hat, and boots. He looked liked he was one of the country guys I went to school with and I thought he was an idiot for dressing like that when it was so hot, but I thought he was the cutest thing..His hair was messed up from where he put his hat on, he had a stupid water bottle sticking out of his back pocket, and every time I saw him laugh at his friends and he smiled I thought I was going to melt. Mind y’all, I was literally on week 1 of having my damn braces and my shirt was soaked from sweating. But my friend Maci wouldn’t let us go without me asking them to play volleyball with us, so I did, and they did. Now, one of the guys with Jake, his name is Tyler; I owe everything to Maci and Tyler. Maci is the one who pushed me to even talk to Jake, but Tyler is the one who talked Jake up and encouraged me. And sure enough Maci made me go up and ask Jake for his number before we left and he gave it to me, he actually gave it to me. Fast forward a few weeks and it was the first time we ever hungout after that, I was back at campus with my friend Cierra (she was dating a boy from the same fraternity) and me, her, jakes little brother in the fraternity and jake himself went out to eat, followed by a concert that night. That night my head was spinning, I had butterflies; for someone who had always been homeschooled and never had any freedom, it all came rushing at me. I was finally starting college and experiencing all of these things and I had this gorgeous frat boy?? It was unreal. Now we didn’t start dating right away, but within the first couple of weeks of school I started staying with him in the fraternity more and more and eventually I never went back home. Life was amazing. I was really in college, I was making all of these friends, I was going to real life college parties, and I had a college sweetheart. Jake was and is my best friend completely and totally. As far as college, It ended up being too much for me to handle, I didn’t have the support of my parents at the time, I was more focused on partying and working full time, so I failed everything. And currently I’m not in school but I plan on going back next fall. Following my leaving school, Jake and I continued living together. Jake, myself, and two roommates eventually signed a lease for our first apartment In december; no sooner did we all sign the lease we left for Colorado for Christmas break. Colorado was amazing, I felt closer to Jake’s sister in law than I ever had to my own sister. It was my first plane ride and my first major trip, and I will always cherish those memories with Jake and his family. It makes me excited for all of the many more trips we’ll go on together. Now, this all sounds amazing and perfect and a fairytale come true. But it wasn’t, and it’s not. Right now, Jake and I are not together, and it’s no one’s fault but my own. I moved back home in February and started going to a therapist (which I still go to). Jake and I had our problems, he has his faults, like never putting away laundry, or remembering to help clean, and not always being responsible..we were trying to live this grown up life and while we both wanted it neither of us were truly ready. I got irritated at his drinking, and that he tried to keep up with his friends or changed himself to fit in, he never saw that. He never saw how he changed, but he also still doesn’t see himself for who he is. He is genuine, and kind; he always knew which movies to put on for whatever mood I was in, he brought me my favorite treats, he took care of me, he loved me, God did he love me. People should have been lining up to be his friend, he makes amazing grades, better than I could ever live up to. He was a beyond amazing thrower for track, and he did so good his senior year. I never told him enough just how proud I am of him. What he’s going to school for is going to change peoples lives. He is that great of a person, I was so so lucky that I was able to call him mine.Talking about this in past tense kills me the more I go on. Jake had and has his faults, yes. But it was me that ruined our almost year together. It’s me that never communicated, and took my anger out on him, and got jealous because I was insecure, and accused him of cheating everyday, and picked fights just because I wanted to. It was me that didn’t show how much I loved him, it was me that hurt him, it was me that moved back home, it was me that ignored him, it was me that lost him. And while I’m sure he’s fine and doesn’t think twice about me I’m writing this, and I can’t shower without crying. I can’t sleep without a sleep aid or else I’ll wake up at night crying and in a sweat from another dream about him. I’m the psycho who won’t stop texting him because I’m terrified that if I never annoy him with another text then I will never hear from him again..I keep posting photos with him because he is the love of my life. I’m young, and my life isn’t over, I know that. And I know people keep telling me to move on, but the thing is I don’t want to. I’m 20 years old and I know who I want to grow with. He’s about to go off to grad school next year and I haven’t even made it through one semester of college; but his support is what I want. I want to follow him to grad school, I want to travel to all of the places we said we would. I want to fight about me never putting toilet paper on the roll, I want to argue about him never hanging up clothes, I want to argue over how something should be cooked. I want my life to be with him. Everyone posts about living with the love of their life eating cereal in bed on a sunday morning, I had that, and it is the most beautiful thing in the world. I know people think I’m crazy and pathetic by this point, they have to, but I honestly don’t care. Until he flat out says that he has moved on and is dating someone, or he doesn’t love me, then I’m going to continue to have hope. I’m going to keep the picture of us next to my bed. I’m going to keep wearing his patagonia and feel just a little closer to him. I’m going to keep posting the pictures. I’m going to keep praying that one day he will forgive me, that one day he’ll say he loves me again, that one day he will post a photo out of nowhere. He keeps saying he needs to be alone right now and I get that, I really do. And sometimes I go back and forth between ‘if he still loved me he would say it’ and ‘he just needs time’. If he needs time I’ll give it to him. I have an interview for a great preschool this week and hopefully I’ll get that and I can put all of my energy into that and when he’s ready he will come back to me. Timothy Jacob is one of the best people I have ever come to know and whether we end up together or not I count myself lucky to have gotten to be with him for the 8 months we were, I’m glad I got to know what someone truly loving you feels like. He gave me so much in such a limited amount of time. I will always love him, I will always regret losing him and hurting him. I will always want to be with him. He’s a person worth knowing. So that’s what I’m dealing with currently in my life. That is the past year of my life summed up. But tonight I’m actually going to delete him on facebook, and everything else. If he wanted to talk to me, he would. Or if he wanted me back, he would have told me. I’m not giving up hope on us because I know our story has not ended yet. But I am being realistic and accepting that right now, he just doesn’t want anything to do with me. And that’s my fault. I did that. It breaks my heart and I wish like hell things were different but they’re not and I have to deal with it. And me constantly messaging him is probably making things worse. For those of you who follow me on twitter you can continue to see updates there and for those of you who I’m closer to you can always text me for details.

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