#but sadly that's just how tumblr's algorithm works :(

[chrollohearttags]

long winded ass post I contemplated not writing but did it anyways. read if you’d like or ignore lmao.

so I feel as though this kind of goes without saying but a lot has changed on tumblr and the vibe has shifted a lot, sadly, not for the better either :/ I thought about this for a while and although last week, I was not posting any new content due to the strike, I’ve decided to step away from writing in general after this month. I could sit here and go on a tangent about how it’s the ‘algorithm’ and ‘dying fandoms’ but to me, this boils down to the fact that I refuse to exhaust myself to be unappreciated + disrespected. That’s not to say I’m ungrateful to everyone who reblogs and comments on my works all the time because I am incredibly grateful! I love each of you and I look forward to reading your tags/thoughts. However, it’s not lost on me that the anime fandom in general is becoming shrouded in toxicity and many of us are being pushed away. We’re in an age where people are seen as content machines and not humans so others feel entitled to their art and feel no need to be kind, understanding or empathetic to that person’s feelings. I’m not wasting my time trying to teach people manners that they should’ve learned a long time ago. I refuse to share my craft with people like that. And to say the quietest part out loud: y’all don’t want black writers around, PERIOD. One scroll through the dash shows that much. As someone who’s written primarily for AOT (not changing btw) and specifically the black side of the fandom, it’s almost laughable at the extreme lengths that ppl have gone through to see it be erased. And I don’t mean getting fics hit with labels or reporting (that failed so they switched to plan B.) since I began back writing in 2020-21, it was obvious that it was the most popular among black girls and I remember ppl telling me to write for them. Hell, it’s the sole reason I even watched. Needless to say, I fell in love with the show and it holds a special place in my heart. However, I realized I didn’t need any of the original material. Not only that, in all the years I’ve been writing, it’s the first time I’ve seen so many black girls resonating and happy with a group of characters. It was the first and only time I’ve seen stories where I didn’t feel as though them being a black character was a hidden secret or toned down to appeal to others (no shade). It was in my face and proud, even if I didn’t personally resonate with the reader or concept of the story. It still felt good coming from a fandom where I was literally the ONLY black writer in it. Fast forward and I clearly see that now, it’s not welcomed. We could sit here and blame it on non-blk (yt) having the problems but that’s a load of bullshit and the only enemies we have are one another. It’s been other black writers who have littered the tags with discourse abt the same stupid topic to avoid new fics being seen. It’s been other black writers who have switched fandoms when they were no longer the ONLY ones bc coexisting is just too damn hard apparently. It’s been other black authors who have made it blatantly clear that they are only interested in seeing and creating stories that are palatable to other races so they won’t be perceived in a negative light or to be seen as one of the ‘good ones’. Even down to not using black reader tags or avoiding coded language. So much so, they are comfortable laughing at anti-black rhetoric being pushed on other apps so as long as their new favs are not the brunt of the joke.

I’m not here to tell anybody how or what to write. I’m not here to say you ONLY have to like one show but what I am saying is that i will NOT be spending hours and days agonizing over a fic for it to be minimized to a joke for a bitch on TikTok. I will not spend the little free time I have trying to crunch and finish a fic for it not do well but watch y’all pile in my mentions to argue over nonsense. And I won’t sit here and watch y’all purposely try to run other black writers away bc they don’t fit ur aesthetic. Fiction is fiction and whether you resonate with it or not, it’s expression. I’m a boring ass country bumpkin from the middle of nowhere, Florida who’s got social anxiety, chronically ill, neurodivergent and is in bed by 10:00. I don’t smoke, never had sex and I literally never leave the house unless I’m grocery shopping. I never have and never will live the life of any of my characters, even the most tame ones. But I write for EVERY black girl and want everyone of them to be seen. The one space where that seems to be allowed is obviously not welcomed anymore. Arguing and trying to defend ourselves against people who are committed to misunderstanding us is pointless. Minimizing us down to ‘baby mama’, ‘hoodrat’ fics, simply bc you no longer like certain characters (many of which you all were writing for not too long ago) is quite frankly clown and coon ass behavior. Watching y’all become enraged by tropes that are used by ever race, every fandom, etc but turning the blind eye bc it suits ur narrative is fucking hypocritical and laughable at best.

I’m not insecure in my writing. Never have been and never will be. I know I pour everything I have into creating the best work I can and it’s for that reason that I won’t allow it to be treated like trash. I have over 250 drafts in my Google docs and best believe, that’s where they’ll stay until I see fit. Although I know it’ll probably mean leaving the last place I have any sense of community and social interaction in general, it’s not worth coming on here angry everyday in defense mode. Its not worth getting out of my character over and I rather just not be around if it means I have to play mean girl. My mind may change and all of this will just have been me getting shit off my chest but as of right now, this account will be archived come February 28th. Thank you to everybody who’s supported me this far and gave me a safe space. I love all of you so very much and hope that we can enjoy the rest of this month together 🫶🏾 🤍

#cherry chats 🍒 #tw rant #tw discourse #tw long post #happy black history month lmao #writing #fanfic writer

[scoonsalicious]

Unwanted: Chapter 22, Untold - Pt. 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, alcohol consumption, strippers,

Word Count: 1.5k

Previously On...: Tony expressed his concerns about you going on this mission.

A/N: When Tony Met Pocket!

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Boston, 2002

The bass inside the club was pounding, reverberating through the air and your skull as you made your way onto the floor. The day had already been unbearably long, and after your shift tonight, you still had a mountain of reading to do for your Introduction to Data Structures and Algorithms class. But, MIT courses didn’t come cheap, even at two classes a semester, and you needed every penny you could make from your shifts at Beantown Burlesque. It would make more sense, financially, to work a club closer to the college, but the idea of running into any of your classmates or, god forbid, your professors, made the extra time and money you spent commuting from Cambridge to inner Boston completely worth it. 

Not that you expected a lot of tips tonight. It would have been better if you’d been scheduled to work the stage before they sent you to the floor; you were always requested for more lap dances after the patrons had seen you work the pole. You’d just have to work your ass off to entice a couple of lonely men into the VIP booth. But that always came with the additional task of fighting off requests for additional “services.” You may have been desperate for cash, but you were quite done with having your body sold for money, thank you.

You made your way over to the bar, hoping to get some intel on tonight’s patrons so you could shoot your best shot. 

“How’s it goin’ tonight, Cherry Pie?” the bartender, Mac, asked, using the pseudonym you’d chosen for your stage name when you started at the club a year ago. 

“No complaints yet, Mac,” you said, gratefully accepting the glass of water he offered you– it was important to stay hydrated, after all, “but then again, the night is very young.”

Mac let out a gruff laugh as he wiped down a glass. “You’re too young to be so cynical, Cherr,” he said.

You shrugged. That was an understatement. “Any good prospects tonight?” you asked, leaning your elbows on the bartop.

Mac nodded his chin toward a group of young men sitting close to the stage. “That group over there’s racked up a pretty big tab so far. Think they’re from the MIT alumni conference.” That piqued your interest. Beantown Burlesque might not be the ideal place to network, but you’d honestly take whatever you could get.

“They seem decent enough?” you asked Mac.

“About as decent as any group of blokes that come here,” he offered. “But they’ve been pretty respectful so far; no one’s tried to put hands anywhere they shouldn’t.”

“Good enough for me,” you told him. With a parting wave, you sauntered over to the group, making sure to put some extra sway in your hips. As you approached, you surveyed the collection of men. They all seemed to be centering their focus on one man in particular– he was dark haired with a goatee and wearing a pair of tinted glasses and looked vaguely familiar, though you couldn’t place where you might have seen him before. You clocked his expensive loafers and custom Armani suit, and the way the others around him laughed a little too loudly at what he was saying. 

That’s the one, you thought to yourself. He had the money. If you were going to make your rent on time this month, he was the one you’d need to impress.

“You boys fancy some company tonight?” you asked once you approached the group. The man with the goatee leaned forward, a sure sign of interest, and looked at you over the lens of his glasses.

“Well, gorgeous,” he said with a smirk, “we're not ones to turn down an offer for good companionship, especially from someone as captivating as you. But let's be real, the question is whether you can keep up with us. Think you're ready for the challenge?”

Oh, this one was cocky. You could work with that. You trailed your fingertips along the tops of his shoulders as you made your way around to the table in front of him. Without breaking eye contact, you picked up the double shot of whiskey sitting there and downed the entire thing in one swig without flinching.

The other men in the group whooped and hollered at your display, but the man with the goatee just studied you with a peculiar look on his face. “What’s your name, sweetheart?” he asked.

“You can call me Cherry Pie,” you said as you began swaying your hips to the rhythm of the music coming through the speakers. 

“I didn’t ask what they call you here,” he said, leaning back as you put your hands on his shoulder and began swaying in between his legs. “I asked for your name.”

“You haven’t spent nearly enough to earn that, honey,” you said as you gyrated. 

The man laughed at that, then, reaching for his wallet, pulled out a handful of crisp, one hundred dollar bills. He gently tucked them into the waistband of your bottoms. “How’s that?”

You looked at the bills tucked into your underwear. By your guess, there was about eight hundred dollars there. You just might make rent, after all. “It’s a start,” you shrugged, beginning your tried and true lap dance routine.

One of the other men in the group let out a loud laugh. “She’s sure got your number, Stark!”

At the name, your eyes shot to the man with the goatee’s face, and it suddenly clicked for you. “Holy shit,” you breathed. “You’re Tony Stark.”

Stark smiled. “Guilty as charged, sweetheart.”

“Your company’s network security sucks ass,” you told him, the words coming out of your mouth before you could stop them.

He quirked an eyebrow at that. “Excuse me?”

Fuck. “Uh, nothing, sorry. Forget I said anything.” You put a renewed vigor back into your dance.

“Um, no.” Stark said, grasping your wrist firmly enough to encourage you to stop dancing, but gently enough to let you know he posed you no threat. “I want to hear how a stripper knows the faults of my network security.”

You blushed at that. “I, uh, may have broken in the back door and temporarily held your system hostage for ten minutes last May,” you confessed.

“That was you?” Stark exclaimed. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he sounded… impressed. “You paralyzed our entire operation!”

“Yeah… sorry about that.” Well, you could kiss any further tips goodbye, that was for sure.

“Why’d you relinquish control back to us?” he asked. “You could have held it for ransom; we would have paid whatever you asked for.”

Huh. You had never even considered doing that. “Well, um, actually, I did it as part of a final project? For my Engineering Ethics and Professionalism course at MIT?”

Stark cocked his head at you. “With Erickson?” You nodded, and Stark actually laughed. “He still a narcissistic son of a bitch?”

You chuckled and nodded. “Sexist, too. He nearly shat a brick when he had to watch a mere girl bring a Fortune 500 company to its knees.”

Stark laughed, heartily. “I’ll bet he did! What I wouldn’t have given to see his face!”

“I set up a camera to record it,” you told him. “I can make you a copy of the VHS, if you want. I needed to capture the moment for posterity.”

From there, the atmosphere and your position in the group shifted. You were no longer the entertainment. Tony (he insisted you call him that) invited you to join him as his equal, and for the next several hours, he picked your brain, testing your knowledge and asking you questions about yourself, much to the displeasure of the rest of his group. One by one, they departed, until it was just the two of you. You were having the time of your life. You figured you’d never again have the opportunity to sit back and just hang out with such an icon of the tech community, and you were going to make the most of it. Now, here you were playing a game of Never Have I Ever.

“Never have I ever sheared a sheep,” Tony said with a grin.

“Why, Mr. Stark,” you said, bringing your glass to your lips (you failed to mention that, technically, you weren’t legally old enough to drink), “you haven’t truly lived until you’ve shorn the raw wool from an unwilling ewe.”

“You’re shitting me,” Tony said, laughing.

You took the glass from your lips without drinking. “You got me,” you told him. I grew up in Dayton. Not a whole lotta opportunities for sheep shearing there.”

A mischievous glint came into Tony’s eyes. “Your shift’s got to be almost over,” he said. “What do you say, Cherry Pie? Wanna go shear a sheep?”

“(Y/N),” you told him. “My name’s (Y/N), and I would fucking love to.”

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[minniiaa]

Sorry if this seems repetitive but I haven't been active on social media in yearsss

Is it true that there's a lot of lawlu hate on tiktok and Twitter? I'm so confused because there used to be so much love for the ship back in 2017/2018 from my perspective (Amino era).

The short answer: yes and no. Let me start by saying I'm not the best person to answer this since I purely consume on twitter. I made my personal twitter in 2007 like it's everyone I've ever known irl and has nothing to do with shipping or hobbies and I follow approx 0 accounts related to anime, manga, or lawlu. I just looked up lawlu a few times and browsed and suddenly it's my whole fucking timeline and there’s no going back and now I have a lawlu twitter (This makes me very happy).

So if anyone else has an opinion on this that is more in the community, please feel free to comment away. Otherwise, below are my observations.

First off, there IS a ton of love for the ship. Most of what I see is beautiful art (they got the nsfw ayo), memes, fanfics, and headcanons just like tumblr. There are tons of comments of people swooning over these posts, Lawlu IS one of the most popular OP ships after all.

There's just a vocal minority that are very against the concept of shipping and in that subset there are those who are very against Lawlu. There people out there that will literally list accounts to block that ship lawlu or write lawlu DNI in their bios. The same can be said for other ships, it's not just this one it’s any they deem a ‘pro ship’ (problematic ship) and Lawlu is generally considered one of these. Below as is an example:

The biggest issues I’ve seen with Lawlu are the following 1. luffy is aroace and cant be shipped period 2. law groomed luffy and the age gap is gross. IMO I think most of these people are just infantilizing Luffy as some goofy autistic kid that doesn't know what love and sex are when in reality he's very self-aware and happy does not equal stupid. Also he's 19 he’s not underage. He met Law twice when he was 17, one of which was saving his life as a doctor and Luffy was unconscious most of this time. Let's not forget Luffy's a war criminal kicking the asses of people 4x his age in a pirate world, age doesn't really work the same as irl.

BUTTT Not that any of this matters because you can ship whoever the fuck you what because guess what? It's ~fiction~. I could rant about how people can ship whatever the hell they want all day but I'll save my breath for now. (my opinion of course)

Also there are just mentally ill people who enjoy telling others to kys if you like something they like do. Lawlu shippers are just their chosen target demographic. Creators get foul messages in their inboxes, rude comments, just general hater behavior. Twitter is just a firey cesspool and all fandoms have 'fans' who do nothing but hate. We live in an age of negativity where being a hater is the cool thing to do.

HOWEVER, I see more people posting about why those people are wrong and stupid than the actual negative tweets but maybe that's because I actually support the ship and the algorithm sees that. Not sure how twitter works, nor do I want to know about that dumpster fire there's a reason I came over to tumblr.

As for tiktok, I don't really consume a lot of tiktok so I can't speak on it besides seeing cosplayers and cute animations/art. I'll leave that to the tiktok people to look into.

For argument's sake, I went through the lawlu tag and picked some lovely tweets to share with you so you can see the toxicity for yourself. Sadly only 10 images per post but I think you get the point. Thanks for the ask hope this was informative. :)

#Lawlu #anti shipping #shipping #asks

[lazystar]

Play Like a Gangster

Lee Felix x Fem!Reader 

University AU, Bad Boy!Felix Other idols mentioned: Other SKZ members, ITZY, Lily of NMIXX, Soobin of TXT Warnings: Alcohol consumption, use of unhealthy coping skills, negative self-image on reader’s part, Felix being a slight ass, Miscommunication!!! ANGST!!! Comfort tho is there! Word Count: 5K+ (~5400?)

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Your first day of year four of university had finally arrived. The hot August air weighed you down like a blanket of humidity, your thighs chafing as they rubbed against one another at the hemline of your denim shorts. You had chosen your classic first day of fall semester fit, a logo tee from the bookstore, and a pair of shorts along with your Converse. Comfortable, easy to fish out of your still packed suitcase, and cute. 

Fishing your schedule from your student portal app on your phone, you found your first lecture of the day. To your horror and dismay it was a gen ed course you had been dreading, Statistics 101 with Professor Park. You abhorred math more than anything and even more so when you threw in the Greek alphabet. You huffed and walked faster to the lecture hall to get a good seat, and when you arrived you guessed every other student had the same idea because the only seat left was one in the middle of the hall next to an intimidating looking boy with a sharp jawline, silver earrings and dusty blue hair. He looked the complete opposite of you. He was in all black, black tee shirt, long black cargo pants decorated with chains, and black converse. The shoe choice was the only identical fashion choice you both had made. 

“You gonna keep analyzing my outfit like this shit is project runway or are you going to sit down?” His deep Australian accent cut you out of your thoughts. 

“Oh sorry! Ummm I’m sorry — I already said that didn’t I? Anyways I’m Y/N nice to meet ya…” You stuck a hand out to him after setting out your notebook and laptop.

“You are far too cheerful for a 10 AM math lecture. Anyways the name’s Felix, before you ask I’m a senior graphic design major this is just a gen ed for me.” He seemed to notice you deflate as he answered your icebreakers before you could ask. He let out an almost placating gruff laugh after his introduction.

“I’m a senior as well, music marketing major so as much as I wish this wasn’t a required gen ed for me it sadly is. I fucking HATE math!” You sighed as the professor walked into the room. You didn’t notice Felix smile at your extroverted behavior. He knew he was about to become your friend, not by his own accord but he knew that he was now the familiar face in your Monday-Wednesday-Friday morning hour of hell. The professor droned on about the usual syllabus week materials and you began doodling some new logo ideas for your friends’ music group on your notebook paper. Your dissociation was cut off by the professor clearing his throat with an announcement. 

“Okay everyone! This lecture has 100 students, and unfortunately for me the department requires us to have you all complete a semester long project going over a trend of choice through data analytics. So you all will be working with the person sitting directly to your right! No, don't go switching seats, I see you in the back row!” You laughed as your classmates groaned around you at the news of being involuntarily being partnered up. You looked to your right where Felix was already looking your way with a raised brow and a smirk gracing his freckled face. 

“Please tell me you won’t be as high energy all semester” Your new statistics partner sighed almost defeatedly. “Now hand me your phone so I can put my number in it so we can work on this shit or whatever.” You laughed at his statement and handed your phone over to him. 

“Felix, just for the record,  I’m gonna change your contact to Grumpy Pants if you keep acting like this.” You stated as you looked at him through your peripheral vision as he texted himself from your phone. 

“Okay Bubbles.” He chuckled, handing your phone back to you. He had simply texted himself a ‘Hey :) – Bubbles’ making an involuntary grin stretch across your face as you turned to look at him.

“Bubbles?” 

“Powerpuff Girls? Did you grow up uncultured?” He raised a brow at your lack of knowledge of the cartoon. 

“I was only allowed to watch educational stuff as a kid.” 

“It shows.” 

“HEY!” You playfully punched his arm and flipped him off as a deep chuckle emanated from him. This was going to be an entertaining semester for sure.

The semester rolled along, like a slow cross country train ride. Throughout it you and Felix grew closer, much to the chagrin of your friends Lia and Yeji who had said the boy was “bad news”. You didn’t understand how they could judge him without knowing him like you did, how could anyone with such a beautiful smile be “bad news”. Sure he had some bad habits like sneaking a flask into the library for your study sessions, but could you blame him? Statistics would drive anyone to drink unless they were a math wizard like Pythagoras or Einstein. 

“Y/N are you texting him again?” Yeji groaned as she flitted about styling your hair for the party she insisted you attend with her and the other girls from the music group she and Lia were in. It was at the Sigma Kappa Zeta fraternity and you knew Felix was a brother of the frat, so regardless of your girls you always had an in. This though, was a secret from your dear friends as they had prejudged Felix and you didn’t want them to suddenly change their minds so they had an excuse to party.

“Yeah we have that project remember? Plus he was showing me this funny video from that one guy I like on instagram.” You fibbed. This seemed to satisfy her as you two finished getting ready for the ride to the frat house. Lia met you two in front of the dorm and your ride was outside just as you left. You were in for a good night, you could feel it in your bones.

Unfortunately for you, your bones were wrong. The stench of alcohol, weed, and body odor hit your nose like a freight train, you had lost your friends upon entering and Felix was nowhere to be found. One of his frat brothers, Hyunjin had saddled up to you as you made your way to the kitchen for a drink. 

“You’re Felix’s girl right?”He asked as he poured you a vodka and cola...very heavy on the vodka. Concerningly so actually You made a mental note to never ask him to bartend for you again, lest you want a new liver by twenty-five. 

“Oh no we’re just friends, we have a Stats class together, 101 with Professor Park.” You replied sipping on your drink and grimacing at the overly pungent taste of the cheap liquor in it. 

“Oh duh you’re Bubbles then! He always talks about how obnoxious you can be, he asked me once how anyone can be so… I shouldn’t have said that. Don’t-don’t listen to me,disregard anything I just said! I'm wasted.” Unfortunately for the panicking dark haired boy, you were not wasted. You were far too sober for this. Obnoxious? You? You were used to being sometimes a bit too extraverted for some peoples’ tastes but obnoxious? That stung. 

“Heh. No worries Hyunjin, I'll see you around.” With that the boy left. You stayed in the kitchen as your body went into autopilot, you downed your drink then snatched the vodka bottle up before wandering through the crowd to the back porch to find a corner to hide in. You didn’t know why you chose to chase the bile like feeling in your chest down with alcohol. You didn’t usually cope with your emotions in this manner. You were level headed, a marketing student, someone who dabbled with psychology courses for fun, someone who was the advice giver to her friends. Not someone who chose to use unhealthy coping mechanisms. But here you were bottle in hand walking to the porch to sip away the pain. 

“Y/N? Bubbles? What are you doing?” The Aussie you had been searching for before had somehow found you. His voice was riddled with concern, laughable amounts of it in your mind. How could a friend find you obnoxious but then act so caring? Friend, the word now made you almost nauseous. Fuck friends, fuck Felix, you thought. All you wanted was to be numb and alone. 

“Trying to not be obnoxious or something I don’t fucking know.” You grumbled taking a long swig of the liquor from the bottle. You didn’t even grimace this time as the taste had grown too familiar to you. 

“What’s that supposed to mean? Who upset you? Why the fuck are you chugging vodka like water? Who hurt you? I’ll kick their ass!” He barraged you with questions as he tried to slip down to sit beside you and take the bottle out of your hands. You fought back and held the bottle close to you, eventually he gave up seeing that you clearly were unwilling to let go of your vice. He was worried and he just wanted to see what was wrong. An uncomfortable silence filled the space between you two for a moment, until you cleared your throat and turned toward him with an unsettlingly dark look in your eyes.

“Felix, tell me why one of your frat brothers told me not even like twenty minutes ago that you found me obnoxious. Apparently you’re always talking about it. Fuck, the girls were right I should’ve just stayed your project partner and not your friend.” You hissed out and tried to stand, but the large amount of booze in your system made you stumble and nearly fall over like an unstable desk ornament.

“You’re not about to walk away from me in your condition in the middle of this conversation Y/N.”

“Fine then I’ll— I’ll fucking crawl away just leave me alone and find my friends for me. My actual friends who like me and don’t tell their friends I’m fucking obnoxious, too much, too loud, too happy, too bubbly, too ugh whatever you told your friends I’m too much of. Just. Leave. Me. The. FUCK. Alone.” The bite in your words made Felix physically flinch. He had never seen you so angry, especially not at him. You were usually so kind and uplifting to those you met. Not so, so aggressive. It hurt him to see your Y/E/C eyes, all tearful and rage filled. The beautiful eyes he was so used to seeing filled with unbridled happiness. 

“Okay, I’ll-I’ll go. Please just promise me one day you’ll allow me the chance to explain myself to you.” He pleaded, his head hung low, tears filling his own gaze. You have a noncommittal affirmation and he went off finding Yeji and Lia. While you clung to your knees with cries wracking your body, Felix was facing the wrath of the music group you knew as your best friends. 

Yeji, Lia, Ryujin, Chaeryeong, and the newest addition Yuna all glowered at him from the couch as he explained you had gotten mad at him over a mistaken confession he had made when you two had just met. He had not experienced such unbridled happiness from one person before you stepped into his world and he was unsure how to feel. He had chosen his usual method of brisk dismissal and annoyance when discussing you to the frat members those weeks ago. But over the course of the past month or so you had wormed your way into his heart and he had grown fond of your random animal facts, boisterous laughter, and bright sun rivaling smiles. 

“Lee, you fucked up and she was correct in saying we warned her about you. Remember you broke our other friend, Heejin’s heart? You lead her on. You’re not about to do that to our Y/N. She’s our angel, and you sir are some demon for hurting her now. We’ll let you try to make it up to her but I swear to all that is holy if you don’t, you’re fucking dead.” Yeji’s voice carried over the bass that was shaking the house, her voice shook Felix to his very core. “Don’t expect any help from us, ITZY protects our friends, and Y/N is our best friend. Girls go get our baby. I know she needs you right now, I’ll call the uber. Lee Felix you go fess up to Chan and the boys that you fucked up.” She gave Felix a dismissal with her hand and collected you along with the girls in a tight hug. She had her own plan, she was going to recruit her other friend Lily and their mutual friend Soobin into a “Get Y/N over Felix” plan. She had detested the Australian for leading her friend Heejin on the previous fall. She hadn’t known though that it was honestly just an unrequited crush on Heejin’s part and that the Aussie and the other girl had made up. She was so focused on playing the role of mother to her friends she forgot sometimes to look past the details of the story as it was on the page, she didn’t read between the lines. What she witnessed had to be the truth, right?

The days after the party felt like you were in limbo, you had emailed your professors that you had a family emergency and would be out for the subsequent week. Thankfully they all were accommodating and gave you the materials to study in your absence. Felix hadn’t called or texted regarding your project which soon would be having its mid semester check on your progress. You had done your share and emailed him your part so he could work off of your work, you had practically done all you could to avoid him. But now it felt like you were doing too much, caring too much about someone who you had misjudged as someone who was more caring than their hard outer shell. You had read between the lines of who he was a bit too deeply, you had looked to find some sort of positive in someone who had portrayed himself as harsh and cold. Maybe he was just that, cold, uncaring, harsh, a liar. Yeah that’s what he was, a liar, an expert one at that.

You were lounging in your misery of stuffed animals and rewatches of Legally Blonde as Yeji, the girls, and your newer friend Lily barged into your room. 

“Go away girls, leave me to my misery and Elle Woods’ slaying the courtroom!” You groaned out into your pillow.

“Bitch if you don’t get your ass up! You have a date, no don’t give me that face you need some socialization.” Yeji pulled you out of bed and shoved you into the shower before you could protest. Two hours later your hair and makeup were done, you were dressed in a nice cropped sweater, jeans, and boots and shoved out the door to your demise date.

At the campus coffee shop with your favorite iced chai latte in hand sat Soobin. He was a fellow music marketing student and student musician you’d met through the girls. He was someone you’d known in passing, an acquaintance, not someone you expected yourself on a blind date with. But here you were, laughing at his jokes, cooing over photos of his pet hedgehog Odi and enjoying yourself in his company. It felt like getting to know an old friend from years gone by, not like a first date. But you knew in your heart feelings were unlikely to develop. You felt too platonic, too friendly, not flirty, flushed, not like a swarm of butterflies resided in your stomach. You didn’t feel like you did when Felix would offer to rest his jacket across your shoulders when the cold air conditioning of the library would kick on. 

As you sat on your couch talking with Yeji you came to the realization of why it hurt so bad to find out Felix has shit talked you. You liked Felix. His freckles, his smile that would take over his whole face, his blunt sarcastic sense of humor, his playful jabs, his affectionate teasing, you adored it all. 

“Yeji, don’t tell the others please but… I realize why I was so messed up over what happened at Sig Kap.”

“You liked him didn’t you?” She saw your eyes well up with tears as your head fell in what you could only describe as shame. 

“Not just like, I think I fell for him.” She only gave her best sullen smile as she walked across the living room to engulf you in a hug as tears fell like a torrential storm down your cheeks. She softly assured you that you would move on, like you always did when you fought the overwhelming urge to sink into your bed and not get out for days due to the weight of the world crushing your soul. You were strong, but love seemed to fight like a heavyweight champ, hitting you with blows left and right. Chaeryeong walked out of her room as the sound of a broken croak of tearful lament came from you. 

“Y/N baby girl what happened? Did he say something wrong again?” The other girl sat on your left and wrapped her arms around you effectively making you the saddest sandwich ever seen.

“Yeji… I think I really love Felix. I think that’s why I’m so hurt, I owe him a chance to explain himself to me. He looked like bad news but he was the sweetest guy I’ve ever met. I’ve had time to think about it all and I can’t just shut him out, it hurts worse than it helps.” Yeji froze, her comforting hand that had been rubbing your arm ceased, her heart tightened with a sense of urgency. You loved the man that effectively shattered one of her friend’s hearts. You deserved to know what he was like. You NEEDED to know. Before you let him back in, before he broke you more. 

“Y/N did I ever explain why I don’t like Felix?” You shook your head as it rested on her shoulder, her comforting hand resumed rubbing your arm in an almost motherly way. “Remember Heejin? My friend from my hip hop class? They used to talk, like last year. He was like how he was with you, romantic, kind, and sweet. But one day he just drops this bomb. He only saw her as a friend, he lead her on for like ever, they almost made out at the date party SKZ hosted last winter. She was messed up over it for a long time. I don’t want him hurting you more. Also Soobin really liked your date. Did you have a good time?” Her explanation stunned you that you didn’t even register the topic change. Felix was a player. You always picked the wrong guys. You had fallen for an act, a ploy to probably get into your pants and be left in the dust. That’s probably all it was. You shook your head from your spiral of misery and looked over at your friend as she playfully nudged you to encourage you to discuss the date she masterfully put together.

“Soobin was sweet, and really cute! But it felt more like a friendship than a potential relationship. I didn’t really see it going anywhere. On the bright side I think he’s going to make a great friend.” You sighed and sunk more into the couch. The overwhelming urge to cry came over you once again as Chaeryeong and Yeji hugged you tighter and cuddled you. They gently played with your hair and cooed comforting words to you trying to ease the stabbing pain in your chest.

Meanwhile at the SKZ house Chan was consoling a devastated Felix. Weeks had passed and the only word from you he would receive was an email with your slides from your project and some notes on the materials. You had gone from the girl he would destroy a city for to a stranger. It hurt him beyond words, your playful teasing and bubbly affirmations were ripped from his life so abruptly it was like his organs had been ripped out. 

“Chan I fucking love her, I didn’t realize until I lost her. Her friends only see me as a player because of the whole Heejin thing. I wish Heejin just explained that we’re cool now so I have a chance at winning my Bubbles back.” Chan nodded solemnly. 

“I know Lix, I hope she lets you explain soon I hate seeing you like this.”

Jisung overheard the conversation and had an idea, he walked over, bending down he whispered it to Chan with an expression that just screamed that he was some kind of love genius. “Han, that is so stupid it might just work.” Chan called a meeting for the five other house residents to join them at the couches. Operation Y/Nlix was in motion.

As night fell you sat in bed once again sadly watching Legally Blonde. You were about ready to recite the perm monologue as a loud thud of something hitting your window startled you. Going over to gaze out you couldn’t believe your eyes. Out on your apartment complex lawn stood all eight SKZ house residents holding up signs reading Y/N please hear Felix out! We beg! Felix held up his own sign, I know I’m an ass, just one chance please. Once they noticed you were looking at them Changbin cued up a speaker and I Want You Back by the Jackson 5 began blaring out for the whole neighborhood to hear. The girls all piled into your room and gave you the affirmative to go talk to him. You raced down the stairs to run over to the dancing and singing men. 

“Fine! Five Minutes.”

“Y/N uh shit I didn’t think this would work. Okay so I had been having a rough day just after we met and I couldn’t understand how someone could have so much energy and be just so positive all of the time. Your adorable ways of finding some good in everything honestly scared me. That’s why I’d ranted about you. I’m sorry.” He clutched your hands and had tears swelling up in his brown eyes, you gave him a nod and a small sad smile. 

“That doesn’t explain why you never told me about the Heejin situation. Ya know considering I have several mutual friends with her.” 

“Heejin and I talked things out in the spring, she liked me more than I liked her. We discussed how it was a whole misunderstanding.” He paused at your raised brow and doubtful expression. “I’m being serious, it was really a one sided crush and her being genuinely hurt. I understand that finding out someone you liked not liking you back really sucks and how she felt led on. I apologized and we’re cool now, she and I aren’t friends but we’re not enemies either.”

“Mkay I’ll take your word for it for now, you have some work to do to earn my trust back but I’m willing to give you a second chance.” His lanky arms engulfed you and he began rocking you side to side his laugh and smile warmed your heart once again. You knew he would have you falling for him all over again, and the thought didn’t scare you like it used to. It didn’t terrify you, it filled you with hope that your happy ending may actually exist this time around. 

The cool autumnal air began to make you shiver as the seasons changed, the semester’s end was closing in as the days flew by. The warmth of summer’s end was something you yearned for as you pulled your jacket closer to your body, your steps increased in speed as you made your way to the cafe you had met Soobin at previously. He had asked you on another date, one you had thought would be another friendly hang out. What you didn’t seem to realize was that your cheerful disposition had enamored the tall, bespectacled boy. He saw you as a radiant, angelic, hilarious, and of course beautiful girl. Someone whose mission it was to make those around her always happy. His analysis of you wasn’t incorrect by any means, however you were not reciprocative of his feelings. 

To you Soobin was sweet and adorable. His catlike smile, cute laugh, and goofy personality made you feel like he was someone you could be comfortable around. His energy was fairly similar to yours in a way that made you feel like you’d met yourself but as a boy. This made catching feelings for him a challenge for you, so alas Soobin’s crush on you was unrequited. Today, he was going to confess, so he had asked you to join him for coffee.

“Oh Soobin you didn’t have to buy my coffee for me!” You admonished as you sat across from him at the campus coffee shop. The pastel wall decor seemed to give you an angelic glow as he shyly smiled at you. 

“Of course I did angel! I invited you here after all! Now I have something I need to tell you.” You nodded and took a sip of the caramel flavored latte he had picked for you. You let out a soft sigh at the warm feeling it put in your chest after the cold air had frozen your bones during your walk. “Y/N, I-I like you um a lot. You’re beautiful, kind, funny, a wonderful listener, a genuinely wonderful person. I was wondering if I could get the chance to take you on an actual date?” His warm eyes reflected his desire for an affirmation that you reciprocated his emotions. 

“Oh wow Soobin I. I don’t know what to say. You are a wonderful guy, I genuinely do like your friendship a lot! You are someone I like being around. But, I just don’t see you the same way, I’m sorry.” You hung your head down apologetically and looked over to him to make sure he was okay. He nodded and gave you a half smile showing his dimples. You reached across the table for his hands and took them in yours. “I hope we can still be friends! I really like being your friend!” He smiled and nodded at that. You two stood and the tall boy wrapped you in a warm embrace. 

“I would love to still be your friend Y/Nnie you are so sweet.”

Meanwhile outside the cafe stood Felix, his dark attire reflecting the darkness that poured into his heart. He saw the way your face nuzzled into the taller male’s chest and how the pair of you seemed to clutch the other’s clothing to get closer. Who was the boy in the glasses? Why were you hugging him like that? Why did he get to hold you? Why were you smiling up at him like that? Why wasn’t it him? 

Felix’s inner turmoil began to swell as he watched the exchange, he couldn’t tear his eyes away as you and the taller boy interacted so happily. As you pulled away from Soobin your eyes locked with the brooding male’s through the cafe glass. Your eyes widened in surprise as the Australian visibly sighed and began to walk away, his head held low. You quickly excused yourself and bolted after the boy calling his name. 

“Felix! FELIX! WAIT!” His steps only seemed to grow faster as he marched away. Panic began to creep into your mind as you picked up the pace. You grabbed his shoulder and yanked him to a halt via his jacket. His eyes grew steely as he looked at you. 

“Did you just ditch your new boyfriend for me? Not a good look Y/N.” He grumbled as he tried to peel your grip off of him.

“Boyfriend? Huh? Felix, that's Soobin. Ya know? He’s a friend of the girls?” You tilted your head in confusion and scoffed lightly at his conclusion.

“You two looked awfully close. That’s all I’m saying Y/N.” His hair shook and his eyes grew cold and harsh as he cocked his head toward you.

“You almost always never call me by my first name what’s going on with you?” Your eyes grew pleading and you began to wring your hands anxiously as you silently begged for an explanation.

“Y/N, you offered me a very public second chance, then not even a week later I am seeing you acting like another man’s girlfriend. I thought I made it clear to you-” He cut himself off, shaking his head and scuffing the toe of his black combat boot against the ground. He let out a heavy sorrow filled sigh and slowly began to walk away. “Forget it. I’m happy for you, I’ll see you in stats.” Before he could step away your hands caught his wrist and you tugged him toward you. 

“Made what clear to me Felix? You’re jumping to conclusions like it’s an Olympic sport here! I’m confused.” You looked at him, your eyes swimming with hurt and confusion. With Felix everything felt one step forward, five steps back. You never seemed to move past the hurt you both felt from the party incident.

“Y/N don’t. Don’t do this.” His voice was barely a murmur.

“Do what Felix?”

“Don’t make me say it.”

“Say what Felix don’t play games with me.” Your voice grew laced with agitation and annoyance. He wasn’t like this what was going on? Who was this aggravated almost gangster like boy you knew as your friend? Why was he sad yet angry? 

“Please don’t make me admit how fucking in love with you I am.” With that you grabbed his face and pulled him into a heavy tear soaked kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck as one of his hands found its home holding your waist and the other cupped your cheek. Your lips danced against one another as soft giggles and smiles made the kiss grow more playful. 

“You didn’t think I loved you too Grumpy Pants?” You teased as he sneakily tried to grope your butt with his hand. “Aye paws off the goods mister!” You laughed. 

“Well I clearly wasn’t thinking correctly seeing as you basically just swept me off my feet Bubbles.” He poked your cheek and wrapped his arms around you swaying you side to side gently. The cold autumnal air made you shiver slightly. 

“Y/N! Glad to see you found your person!” Soobin cut into your moment as he called from the cafe doorway. Your cheeks grew flushed as you hid your face into Felix’s neck. The boy just laughed and gave Soobin a nod as an acknowledgment. The next thing you knew your phone in your pocket began buzzing like a swarm of bees as your friends were all informed by the tall dark haired male of what happened. Felix encouraged you to check the texts. The only one that jumped out was Heejin on instagram wishing you well, she said she was happy that you as a mutual friend of hers found happiness. She also said she wanted you and Felix to find happiness together. It was sweet and you sent along your thanks.

The rest of the messages were just congratulatory ones from the SKZ boys and ITZY girls. As well as some teasing from both groups to not make them uncles and aunts any time soon. A smile graced your lips and you tilted your head as to give Felix another chaste kiss. 

“My place or yours baby?” You whispered into his ear. 

“For what angel?” He smirked thinking you were implying a rendezvous.

“Snuggles, video games, avoiding our project, and some snacking! What else?” You laughed as you saw a blush creep across his cheeks. “Oh you pervert! You wanted to hook up? At least ask me to be your girlfriend and buy me dinner first!” You bopped his shoulder and acted all scandalized which made Felix grow even more red faced and he sputtered out apologies mixed with deflections as to not make a scene. 

“Baby! Baby! Okay let’s go get dinner and I’ll get you some flowers and ask you the right way!” 

“Hmph. Fine!”

“Bubbles?”

“Yeah Grumpy Pants?”

“I love you!”

“I love you too! Now come on!!!! I want a penguin plushie and my flowers! Did you know penguins propose with rocks?”

“Your lack of good TV as a kid is showing.”

“HEY!” You both bursted into laughter, ear-to-ear grins stretched across your faces as you looked into one another’s eyes with pure adoration.

All was well, except for the fact that the two of you still had to do math work and not get distracted by your infatuation with the other. But, that’s tomorrow’s problem now isn’t it?

#stray kids x reader #lazystarwrites #skz fanfic #skz x reader #stray kids x female reader #idiots to lovers #y/n gurl he loves you #kpop x reader #please reblog

[x0401x]

unfortunately, I just think old tumblr users moved on and the new users are too conditioned to how the algorithm works on insta/twt/tiktok to make tumblr work. Its faster to use twitter where the majority of fandoms moved to and where the big accounts just cycle the same stolen shit post bi-weekly for popular shows and post full two minute no context clips of the funny part of an episode. I'm with you all, I miss animanga here on tumblr, where it felt more like a community but the internet just isn't like that anymore sadly

This is probably the saddest ask I’ve ever gotten. I don’t even know how to reply. All I can say is… I feel you, Anon.

[missmcharrisonagain]

Monty Python Fanfics - Masterpost

Wattpad Edition | OC/xReader

[Updated March 13th, 2024] On Wattpad there are a lot of fantastic Monty Python fanfictions but sadly Wattpad and its algorithm & hashtags can be a real mess at times. So I decided to create an overview which can be shared, extended and saved more easily.

The focus is mainly on 'classical' fanfics (with an OC or (Y/N)) but other Monty Python stories will appear on this list, too.

Imagines: • By notsirrobin Eric, Michael • By georgeharrisonswif Eric, John, Michael, Terry J.*, Full Group • By FawltyTwat Graham, John, Michael, Terry J. • By pythonslut Eric*, Michael • By dustbinoffanfics Eric, Graham, John, Michael*, Terry J.* • By BeatlesLoveForLife Eric • John Cleese Imagines * • "Insecurities" Michael Palin (fluff) • "Priorities"* John Cleese (smut) • "More"* John Cleese (smut) • Holy Grail Preferences Also check out... @imaginemontypython on tumblr [*Contains smut]

Multi-Chapter Stories: Eric- • "Keep Me In Mind" by notsirrobin Eric Idle, OC At a street show in London she sees a boy that opens her eyes... and her heart. • "The Barbados Fic" by kettle-on Eric Idle, Michael Palin, OC Spending a few weeks with the Pythons -and especially her boyfriend Eric- at Heron Bay, a love triangle might be in view. Michael- • "The Scenic Route" by 2heavyheart Michael Palin Time travel is real and Michael finds himself back in 1972. How can he return to today or does he even want to..? • "Holy Grail Days" by MontyPalin Michael Palin, OC The end of filming 'Holy Grail'. She gets to meet Michael and might become more than just another fan. • "Caught In The Rain" by MontyPalin Michael Palin, OC Smut on the set of 'Jabberwocky'.

John- • "Did You Know That John Cleese Can Speak Russian?" by MontyPalin John Cleese, OC Fresh out of college she gets the opportunity to be a camera operator on the set of 'A Fish Called Wanda'. • "Tale Of Something" by montypythonyogacats John Cleese, OC A love story. • "Points System" by Mr_Monty_Python John Cleese, Eric Idle, OC She is not only in a relationship with John but also in one with Eric. Will that work out? Graham- • "About Some Snakes" by See_Jay02 Graham Chapman, OC One of her really good friends happens to be Graham. Oh, and the other Pythons are there, too. All of them- • "Obsessed" by dustbinoffanfics All, OC When you're a fan ever since the first episode of MPFC aired, seeing them live is the inevitable next step, right?

Now for less OC / xReader but more AUs and harder to categorise but still a lot of fun to read:

Other: • "Pythons" by shineonyoudiamond For way too long there's been a shortage of shrubberies in Europe but new hope arises when King Michael makes contact with King Graham via letter which John has to convey. • "Python II" by shineonyoudiamond Eric has a brilliant idea which unfortunately is in space. Instead of travelling alone to get it, he takes the other Pythons with him to saturn. • "Monty Python And The Holy Grail" by JulietteBlankenberg The inofficial novelisation of the movie.

This post isn't complete yet and will be updated over time. So occasionally keep an eye on the original post (as reblogs don't change along with the updates).

Feel free to repost with additional fanfic links or just share to get the word around in our small fandom <3

#monty python #john cleese #terry jones #graham chapman #eric idle #michael palin #terry gilliam #fanfiction #fanfic recs #Monty python fanfiction

[modestbirdwizard]

De-Program The Algorithm: RSS is good and you should be using it.

Escape the algorithm, tune your feed and save the world; or, even though it's old and ugly, RSS can make your life better.

We live in a time of algorythmic feeds that distort our perceptions of events, time, and the people that we care about. Non-stop, hardwired access by large corporations into the pleasure centers of our brains have disrupted human congnition to the point where many wonder how we ever found content we liked without having it served up by angelic machines that live in the cloud, accessing us via the little magic boxes that live in our pockets.

There IS a way out of it, though, and it comes from before Web 1.0. It is called RSS, or Real Simple Syndication.

A more thorough explanation under the jump!

In the even older times, Syndication was a word used by old media to describe an article or show that they'd gotten from somewhere else, and were presenting as content to their own viewers. Star Trek, Garfield, and millions of other comics, stories, TV shows found success not in their initial markets, but in the long running and carefully tuned presentation of existing backlogs to interested audiences.

While syndication was previously a method of showing old content to new audiences, RSS is primarily a method of displaying new content in a feed to an audience of one, or a few. You can set your RSS up to have as much or as little content as you wish, mindlessly scraping vast quantities of podcasts and articles, or as a carefully pruned garden, where each entry lives or dies by the pleasure it brings you.

You can even put porn on it. And webcomics.

Youtube is compatible, which means you could bypass any artificial limiting our curation of your subscription tab with it. Tumblr blogs can be RSS feeds as well, as well as most wordpress sites. RSS is usually a defacto afterthought in this day and age, but sites like twitter don't work natively (Thanks Elon).

Really, the biggest killer for me is that I can create not just a video subscription feed that actually shows all of my subscriptions, I can even create several feeds of content based on genre or subject. No longer will my miniature painting videos be swept away in a tide of tech reviews or drama alerts!

There are self hosted options if you have a server or an unemployed raspberry pi, but for the general user, I highly recommend browser plugins like Feedbro, or apps like Feedly. Many of them have paid features now, but don't be fooled. There is always a free way to get your feed set up, and Feedbro works on mobile anyway. Sadly, this isn't something that firefox can sync, but at least you can export your desktop feed and import it on mobile.

#technology #rss #web 1.0 #old internet #algorithm #jake wrote a blog #Seriously fuck youtube though. This is how you de-program the algorithim.

[jckix]

Nico Robin!! She's one of my weaknesses, hah. I'm quite behind posting this drawing to Tumblr because, well, sadly, this is my lowest-performing piece in a long time. It's difficult not to feel down about a poor reception, but that's life, you know? Being a little artist on social media is difficult for all kinds of obvious reasons. One of them is "discoverability". You either have to draw popular characters or "kiss the ring" of big artists so that they boost your post. The latter of that sounds cynical, I know, but I don't know how else to describe it. The dream is that your work speaks for itself, and the algorithm shares it naturally as designed. Alas, the algorithm is jank, and you could have a type of shadowban without even knowing that you do. The only option left for discoverability is to pander. I see pandering all the time on the socials. You'll see people drawing fan arts of popular characters or the OCs of big artists just for "business" reasons. I'm just as guilty as anyone of doing it (pandering), so I don't want to present myself as someone above it all, and I don't blame people for wanting to advance their online growth. You could say this post is just me complaining that my Nico Robin didn't do well because the right people didn't see it at the right time. But like I said in the introduction paragraph, that's life, you know? It's not realistic to have nonstop success in the arts or life in general. There will be peeks and valleys. What is important is that we keep putting one foot in front of the other because the only way to move forward is to move forward. (Sorry if that sounds trite, but it's what I think) Anyway, follow me elsewhere! https://linktr.ee/jckix

#nicorobin #onepiece #anime fanart #eiichiro oda #beginner artist #artists on tumblr #noai #noaiart #fanart

[izukuisbaby]

what I wish we could have on tumblr, as a writer

: ̗̀➛ @staff , feel free to reblog and pass that around if you agree, maybe we can change things ! tumblr staff pays lots of attention to their users' feedbacks :)

᯽. a separate section for reblogs to separate reblogs and posts. many people do not reblog posts because it clogs their account and hides their post. sadly, the algorithm values reblogs more.

᯽. folders in drafts. i keep some of my finished works in drafts, i don't want to put them in queue. i wish we could sort our drafts, it would help see a bit clearer in what's finished and what isn't.

᯽. a restrict option for intrusive people who support your account. blocking is too mean but sometimes you just don't click with some of your supporters and they are overstepping. it would be nice to have an option similar to the one we have on instagram.

᯽. a layout that automatically applies to your new documents. as someone who likes to have a neat and organized account, i have a certain aesthetic that i have to thoroughly retype everytime, even though it's always the same.

᯽. "tags playlist" for example you write about a specific character and you can select the tags that fit this character and its fandom. i don't think I'm the only who thinks typing all the tags everytime is the most boring and annoying part of writing fics.

᯽. an option to like messages, i feel bad for leaving people on read man

᯽. BETTER SIDE BLOGS PARAMETERS let us fully interact from that blog !! some of us have accounts which are COMPLETELY different. i wish it could be more like on instagram where you really have two different profiles or more.

᯽. a message that explains how the algorithm works and what new updates bring in, self-explanatory. the algorithm changes during updates and can affect the feedback we get on our posts.

#˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ flora talks #tumblr staff #tumblr updates #tumblr

[athena5898]

Tumblr's Problem

For a long time, I've heard about "Tumblr's Community" and how toxic it is or how divisive it is and I honestly didn't get it. Why would that be? Is it just an age thing? (I hear most people on here are on the younger side) is it just how this community has come about from dealing with certain issues? None of that made sense. Then I tried to engage with someone in a comment section, and It happened. I hit a character limit. Suddenly my attempts to engage in an honest discussion came out pithy and curt....Just like Twitter.

See, I'm a social media manager. I am, sadly, very familiar with a variety of platforms and their quirks. I often think of it as being a warlock to a fey creature. Trying to talk to people about how algo's work honestly makes you sound like you have figured out a conspiracy of Pepe Silvia. I had thought Tumblr would have been a great place for discussion because you can make really long posts like this one, however, I hadn't really tried to do a whole lot of commenting. When I hit that character limit on a sensitive topic, I knew what the problem was.

Capitalism...again

See most algos and AI on these websites have one thing they care about most. Keeping you clicking and engaged on the website. They have had years of practice with this too. It's why Facebook is the pit that it is today. (https://www.washingtonpost.com/technology/2021/10/26/facebook-angry-emoji-algorithm/)

Have you ever wondered why Twitter never increased its limit despite many people asking for it? This is why and the same is true for Tumblr. The more limited people are to comment, the harder it is to figure out who is coming at you in good faith.

I'm not surprised, this is after all my personal social media brain dump place, I don't exactly expect Tumblr to be better (a simple scroll on the home screen shows how bad the algo use is for this website). However, I am disappointed. That feeling you get when you get a notification? That feeling of dread that it's someone going to make your day worse? It all stems from this anger formula. We are intentionally pitted against each other, fed with cookies and pats of likes and shares while having our noses rubbed into every bad opinion out there with no hope of discussion to find common ground or how we could be better. Every person is bad and an online troll waiting to pounce.

It doesn't have to be this way. As a social media manager, I have the strange position of sitting in the space between "The internet is a curse and we are better off without it" and "The internet is the best thing to ever happen to us/my interactions online are the be all of humanity's advancement and advocacy"

The internet and to that extent, social media is a tool. Like most tools, it's about how they are used and by who. Thoughslime had a video that is called "The internet is communist as hell" and I agree, however like many things capitalism has come in and has tried to wrestle it into submission and a tool for its own use. It's a testament to the inherent leftism of the internet that it has allowed resistance to this. (You just have to look at current Twitter to see it. If Capitalism had full control over the internet, we'd all just have to deal with muskland with no other alternatives, which is exactly why tech bros are obsessed with the "everything" app but that's a slightly different conversation)

Social media has allowed disenfranchised voices to reach out to each other and find solidarity. Social media has allowed right-wing conspiracy theories to become more easily available. Social media has allowed people to connect with those who they never would interact with, facilitating exposure to new a pathway from fear. Social media has caused apathy, despair, inaction, and other mental health issues. etc etc

The Luddites have been conveniently labeled as "anti-tech" when in reality they were the workers who designed and maitance of the very machines they supposedly feared. They were mislabeled because it allowed the ruling class to sweep their concerns under the rug. Concerns like worker replacement in a world that refuses to take care of people unless they provide for the ruling class. Shoddy workmanship in exchange for mass-produced shitty goods. etc. A lot of the problems that we face today.

Social media/algos/AI is no different. These things should be tools to further our lives and make it easier. However, instead, the capitalist hand reached in and snagged it for their own use.

Do not fall for the anger, the despair, the apathy, and especially the illusion that humans are only one thing. Let us work for the day when we celebrate new technology and jobs becoming obsolete/safer because it means more free time for all.

A world where people get what they need and are able to use the tools to contribute to their abilities.

Hopefully soon.

(TL:DR Fuck social media/tech/ai being used to oppress but never forget they are OUR tools and should be working FOR US)

#tumblog #blog #anticapitalist #anarchist

[crystallinearts]

Hi I’m the anon who asked for the nsfw venti asmr and I feel terrible about what happened to your YT channel. I really hope it wasn’t because of my request. Either way I won’t request those kinds of asmrs in the future. Please take care of yourself okay? We’re here for you

hi sweetie!!

please don't blame yourself, and don't hold back from requesting things you'd like! literally my very first ever video on YouTube was 18+, so I don't know what they were smoking by picking and choosing which to take down before eventually terminating my channel. it absolutely, 100%, without a doubt, WAS NOT YOR FAULT, nor was it the fault of anyone who requested 18+ ASMRs.

one of my videos was incredibly explicit and it didn't get removed or give me a strike, while tamer content was taken down. YouTube and their algorithms are just very fucky. and it's unfortunate, but I'll admit I should have posted the spicy stuff elsewhere; I knew it shouldn't have been on YouTube, but I thought I'd seen worse and that it wasn't something which was seriously enforced.

besides, what I think happened is that the heavy crying and breathing in Xin's debut video was picked up by the algorithm and registered as sexual noises, and that was, sadly, the final strike. and because I had other NSFW on my channel, my appeal wasn't successful.

the blame for my channel being terminated is 10000% on me, nobody else. I don't want anyone who requested NSFW things to feel bad or blame themselves. it was my channel, and my responsibility to comply with guidelines. I naively thought those guidelines wouldn't be enforced, I broke them several times even after having videos removed, and I paid the price.

as they say, play stupid games, win stupid prizes. I just failed to realize I was playing a stupid game, and I really should be smarter than that 😜

I will still do NSFW things, I enjoy doing them on occasion! I'm just still working out exactly how to best go about doing so... posting them solely on Tumblr, most likely 😘

you're still awesome and I adore you, please keep requesting things if you want, even NSFW things!! your support means so much to me, and you take care of yourself too, okay? 💎💖💎

#answered #Bellum babbles #please please please don't feel bad!!! this wasn't your fault at all it was mine #I love u and I had fun making that ASMR and I hope I can get it back up soon

[xeniiye]

Feeling More Safe Posting On Tumblr than Other Socials as Someone Who Started Posting Art on Instagram at 14

Ok as someone who used to be very chronically online, I started to post my art on amino at 11, (great choice I know, but it wasn't a crazy huge social and it was mainly very fandom centric and it was advertised to be family friendly but obviously no if I want to make a post about Amino I will) I was using it until May 2020, then I made my instagram account at 14 in late September of 2020. By the next month I joined the dsmp/mcyt fandom during that time. I had fun but I wanted to draw other ships unlike dnf, I only drew it at the time for more reach due to how popular. Eventually I did move accounts recently, it was mentally draining that my dnf posts would be getting 350-900+ likes but when I try to branch out it would be <100 which was draining.

Also there is an artist I LOVE who mainly posts on Tumblr but is very successful on other platforms says that she has instagrams but is more picky with her posts. I feel it's because people are very immature there, if a ship is not mainstream people will completely clash and hell, some people will try to spread rumors and allegations just because they drew a ship they found weird because they never saw it, didn't like the ship, or the artist decided to draw something else other that ship that one follower likes. It gives a sense of caution and restriction, and as someone who started off on amino with a community of people that were chill with a lot of ships from rarepairs to crack I thought that other aspects of the fandom on different socials would work that way as well. No sadly, it feels like if you try to post what you like, people will maybe attack you or just straight up unfollow you, and the instagram algorithm will hate you and not give you as much reach.

Honestly now it feels like you need to have instagram or twitter because you can get more opportunities, business wise, so it feels like a struggle in a way.

I don't know, I'm just a 17y/o art kid on the internet so what do I know

Bye for now!!! Thank you for reading this longpost!!

#xeniitalk #hellsite hall of fame #fandom #amino #longpost #long post #i love tumblr #tumblr stuff #instagram #idk how to tag this

[soda-boots]

Sorry I was never good like you

"Can we keep up with the ruse" 'Sober' - Lorde

I know I'm having a moment when I'm on social media a lot more than usual, feel a bit detached, more bored than usual and have the urge to put on 'Melodrama' to try and make myself feel better.

Not me getting a text mid-tumblr moment, can I regurgitate in peace.

The summer as a whole has been great actually. I can't fully complain. I went to Alton Towers for my birthday (I just remembered that I never paid for the photos. Done now).

I think the emotion is gone now. There's basically no literary flow happening sadly. Weird that I haven't felt strong enough about something emotionally to write about. Should I be concerned ? The only thing recently that has left me exhausted are these blasted internship applications. So much effort to do, like sure the initial application takes like what 10 minutes maybe (if they don't ask me to write those damn essay questions on why them. Babes be so for real right now). But it's those online assessment (shout out to when I got rejected by Costa for them not thinking I would be a good barista after there online assessments) , those patronising and arduous psychometric tests, situational judgement assessment, culture fit matches, verbal and aptitude quizzes. Ranging from analysing copious amounts of data in an incomprehensibly short amount of time, non-verbal reasoning games.

"pick which matches you best"

"I like working in a diverse environment"

"I get easily bored with routine"

Why are you asking me basically 200 personality questions, at some point it's just too tedious and too much. And I dance around for them and perform these tasks because I genuinely want these things. So far I've only gotten two rejections but I haven't applied to that many places yet (it's only September after all). I'm optimistic that something meant for me will come eventually (I only did get my summer job in like April I think. I did apply in February/March). However, did I really get rejected from Barclays because of my personality (like wtf). Got an Amazon rejection too (but I don't really care cause I don't want to work there and also I'm still not sure I want to be a SWE plus I never practiced hackerrank anyway).

Like this whole process (even just at the start) is already jading me about the world of work in technology. However, something I like will come anyway. Plus I do plan on doing a masters and/or a PhD (how do I even go about making this happen though. I should find out), so I have time (I hope). I should try and do a research internship, that would be good (and a good stepping stone for the masters/phd). So far not many successes but we're early on and I hope things only get better from here.

I should finally work on making that website for my show over the next few months, and actually learn some data structures and algorithms (and leetcode *vom*)

Uhh I love Melodrama so much (I'm on Sober II now).

#journal #internship #summer

[starsmuserainbow]

𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣

name : Star or Starfire

pronouns :  she/her

preference of communication : I don't know, IMs and/or Discord I guess? Though I'm a little hesitating on giving the latter away - feel free to ask though

most active muse : Uh, I'm always feeling Lightning and Moonshot a lot, so probably those two? Not really most active as in the most things I'm doing with them, though, sadly (also Mar'i currently kinda after the edit I made a few days ago)

experience / how many years : I'm not sure if I should count the guestbooks I did with a friend and my brother all the way back, so I'm just gonna say after that. My actual real public experience started on here, which is... almost 8 years by now.

best experience : Probably the time where I was able to throw out replies way faster than now. I usually managed to do all my replies every day, even if it were like 5 or so that I got back that day - such a difference to now. Also of course a lot of threads with people would be candidates for best experiences, but I don't wanna choose anything there so just all of the RPing on here in general.

rp pet peeves : Not really RP, but, I feel so tired of seeing a dozen posts raging or panicking about something tumblr does as soon as they do a post of some sort. Especially when it then turns out a misread or miswording of them or whatever, like this very recent 'panic' about them removing the chronological dash (which, I've seen multiple tumblr-people and the staff blog say is not the case) - don't get me wrong, I'm also not for an algorithm taking over by default and I think giving people a algorithm-dash by default for new accounts is kinda wrong and bad bc that's not what tumblr is (and if you don't know how to curate your own place then what do you even know, sorry but it's so easy and self-explaining and I just don't get how people wouldn't know about all of this by instinct), but, I don't see reason to panic or rage there. It's just what websites need to do, and we'll either find ways to live with it or, as much as I don't want that, another place to go to.

fluff, angst, or smut : Fluff and angst both, probably - I enjoy some piece and quiet and niceness, and challenging situations or pain are entertaining to have and write, too. No smut bc, well, I think most people knowing me know that by now, I just don't do that stuff.

plots or memes : I'm usually very bad at sending in memes. I think the reason for that is me always trying to pick something that works for me and can be continuned, but I'm also aware that not all memes are always continued and that's kinda already, lowering my urge to send, and then it needs to fit and I need to feel like not being a nuisance to people at that point --

uh, yeah. Point being, I'm very fine with both plots and memes, and I'm still trying to work on sending more memes to people, but most of the time if I am to initiate something, it'll probably happen through IMs and plotting. I'm always very happy to recieve memes though!

long or short replies : I think I prefer it if it's a bit longer than the very short things, but otherwise anything is fine. I'm not always able to make my replies very long either, it just happens. I think it shouldn't be about the length. As long as you write into your reply what you want to say and I do with mine, we should be good.

time to write : I... usually write during my evening. I don't know what else to say.

are you like your muses : I think it's probably normal that every muse has a piece of the writer to a degree. I could name things that I could see of me in my muses, but the list would be too long, so I'm just saying that there probably would be some thing I could list for each, but not as much to have them be me or something.

tagged by: @vartouhix - thank you!

#✫ Out of Characters ✫ | OOC

[violetsystems]

#personal

I've been trying to wrap my head around fairly mundane things lately instead of the usual geopolitical prison I seemed to be trapped in. I would say everyone is trapped in it since these are the times we live in. But sometimes it seems "the times" are the ones starring in the show and I've been written out of the main narrative. Money and income are unfortunately not so divorced from the reality of this situation. So I've been trying to stay productive and proactive about how I manage it in a tight situation. Been fairly successful downsizing through eBay lately. It's one of those things I've tried to gain some momentum on like posting the music. But music doesn't sell. And I'd be surprised if anyone outside here listened to it. This is ok because I really only make music like poetry these days. If I'm feeling some type of way about some type of thing or person. I'll explore it in song. And if somebody vibes with whatever tones I created that's all I can really ask for. Machine or otherwise. I've been thinking a lot about the art we put out there being consumed and secretly validated by machines. Human beings rely on computers now for so much in a heavily isolated world. How can AI fake being human in a vacuum filled with the same basic ass shit? What can it be inspired enough by to inspire other people? Most algorithms are just a laundry list of tasks to repeat and not actual human intelligence. Which is fine because most people are just going through the motions. Most companies don't truly understand what their algorithms and ai even do. I like to post music to YouTube just the same. Maybe computers deep down see and know things we can't connect to. Maybe because we blocked it out due to heavy trauma. I think of computers as an extension of the person who uses them. I've been working in technology for years. I played with a modem when I was twelve faking that I was Neuromancer behind the keyboard. I would post up the second phone line from my bedroom on bulletin board systems and role play I was a secret site. People would call and it was like war games cosplay. This is how I wanted to make friends back then. Possibly because I was teased, isolated and wanted to explore something new. If you know me these days or have over the years on this site, it probably makes more sense why I feel comfortable here with people. People use the anonymous concept of handles on the internet much in the same way for their own reasons. I'm sadly always on main but I respect the space of it all. And ultimately I am truly deep down as genuine, transparent and hardcore as you would expect me to be. There's not much difference from me here and real life anymore. But it often feels silo'd in a way that I trust but try not to pry into. The fact that things I secretly like and represent seem to bleed into real life can be disorienting. Especially in a process where behind the scenes my life has been catastrophic.

It isn't so bad to have the attention. I definitely crave it. And with things as they are in the news, I often contemplate being responsible to set an example for myself. I literally don't understand how we've created a world that runs backwards particularly for women and rights. Let alone the fact that men seem to have regressed into a lazy state of insecurity that deems their needs filled first. Most men don't even know themselves inside emotionally let alone sexually. And probably are a one trick pony when it comes to expressing empathy, emotion or love outside of getting their nut off. I'm not trying to be doctor ruth on Tumblr but I am trying to set aside a real conscious attempt to set myself apart. Everybody's sexuality is their business and I hope for people to be able to express it without being blocked by manmade created trauma. It's true that I want to be in a committing and loving relationship. And I don't really doubt that won't happen to me if it hasn't already in some capacity. I'm about as sexually frustrated as they come in some ways. In others not so much. It definitely isn't Christian of me to have had sex outside of marriage. Three committed relationships to be exact. I haven't had sex for a really long time. I don't mind talking about it but in these times men seem to feel as if they're hunted or persecuted for the fact. The same men who seem to have no accountability or responsibility when confronted and are showered with press, attention and seemingly money. I can't really and don't want to compete with that shit. So I look to the value in being inspired to be attractive, sexy and confident in my own way. And I think we all do in our own space and skin just the same. I have over the years on here been trapped in communities that were very judgmental behind the scenes about the things I posted and wrote about. And these days it's a different vibe with a lot of feminine energy leading the invisible conversation. But when one half of the creator of the adult cartoon Rick and Morty says this shit about how all our heroes are secretly horrible people? I feel like a villain. And when I confront that logic over and over again particularly in a male dominated society? Something strange happens. Men get more and more mad at me and the women they control. Which is sad to say. And women seem far more comfortable to hang out with. And yes, I do like women very much. And you can tell maybe I think too deeply of how to respectfully express this while being myself. This space has always respected that and it's grown over time. So much so that I don't really understand what any man thinks they're going to accomplish acting the way they do to attract women.

I'm not here to argue for men anymore. I'm not here to educate people and lead the social justice movement. I like somebody. They know it. And I'm just trying to be the best version of me and grow with that. I don't really know anything about specifically what is going on at all. I'm sure the people I'm close to know more than I do. And most of those people are women and sharing that kind of power feels like it will pay itself forward. You have to create an environment somebody you like would feel comfortable being around in. Especially if you are a scary ass male in a world full of performative chauvinists. It isn't like I don't get horny or get turned on by things I see. How empty fantasy would be if we didn't appreciate reality all the more because of it? People are jealous of it. Read too deeply into it. Don't realize how long I've been sharing things over time. And honestly I haven't ever cared what people think because their results are always garbage to me. I go my own way and have had enough failure to know I'll work it out. But it is really harsh being trapped between all of this and not able to move forward. People have so many secret opinions and rules about who I am that I cannot control, influence or seem to change. So I've been really just living with blinders on. I don't have much social interaction outside of Tumblr in a horribly isolated way. I know this probably is for the best. It's not that I'm socially awkward outside of when it seems I'm being surveilled in public by eighteen different parties. I'm ready to call it a complete mess out there. Which is why I'm glad I choose to keep things very unique in this walled garden. There's people out there in real life who have known me for years but haven't reached out. Maybe they read all these one day over brunch with their friends and reminisce that I made the same mistakes as them. But I have never even had a hand held like I have here. And sometimes when people invade my dash it doesn't feel right. It's not like another onion layer of emotional protection for someone I care about. It's people who should now better not to pry into my life. I learned the hard way through trying to pursue this cybersecurity shit that you are the weakest link. I disconnect from a lot of things and remain anonymous because I want the Kate bush Babushka experience. If it's a test of noise, it's peaceful and quiet when the right people tap me on the shoulder. I don't squander that. I don't take it for granted. And I'm not really in control as a male and fine with it. What's the rest of the world's excuse? They're not invited. Private party. In France they call it a soiree. They also kiss with their mouths open. I'm drooling just thinking about it. <3 Tim

[kagejima]

I think one of the most frustrating things as a writer is watching someone go through & mass like your entire masterlist but not reblog a single thing.

You don’t have to comment on everything—hell, don’t leave any feedback if you don’t want to!—but, mass liking is appreciated, yet unhelpful when it comes to engagement. I wish Tumblr was a place where the more likes you get, the better you reach.

Sadly, algorithms don’t work that way. I’m not saying reblog everything whether you support it or not; But, in order for your favorite creators to keep creating the things you like, that gap of “Does anyone else enjoy this?” & “Is this reaching the right people?” has to be bridged.

Because reblogging our own posts 14 different times to try & get others to see it gets annoying & becomes damaging to the confidence of a writer/insignificant to everything we’re trying to accomplish after a while.

I am monitoring a discussion this weekend between writers and readers about low interaction and frustrations. Please read the rules before submitting something.

Just as a reminder, if you wish to reply to someone's message, do not comment on it with your own handle. Instead, please link it in an anonymous reply of your own. If you do not know how to do this, I can walk you through it.

#🎶: here comes the queue #📣: interaction discussion #🎤: anonymous writer