#follower purge time ig

[irrealisms]

You dont have sex because you're waiting for marriage or because being gay is a sin?

man i dont remember posting anything abt not having sex/celibacy/being side b before this ask, idk what this was inspired by. it's probably bait (and, quite frankly, it's none of your business why i'm having or not having sex) which is why i waited almost a full week to answer but i'm going to answer it anyway (once) because i want to be open about this. if you or anyone else is interested in having a discussion on why i believe the things i do, send me a message or an ask off anon. i'm much more willing to be vulnerable in a setting that isn't "anon question that is probably bait".

as a clarification that will probably mean very little to my secular followers but will be appreciated by my side b followers (and hopefully at least mean something to my side a Christian followers): i reject this dichotomy. i'm celibate because i'm gay--but i don't think being gay is a sin. i am gay. i do not believe my existence is a sin. i believe that i've found many beautiful and true things from being gay, and that God made me gay for a reason. i am glad i'm gay, and i don't wish i were straight or pray to become straight. so, so much of side b advocacy within the Church is focused around making it clear that, while being gay comes with different temptations than being straight, it is not a sin to be gay. (note also: different temptations. not "being gay comes with temptations and being straight doesn't".) it would be a slap in the face to not start with that. i share a lot of thoughts on this with eve tushnet, who's also a side b Catholic lesbian; this post was incredibly meaningful to me on my journey, but check out her blog if you want more.

but also, yeah. i don't have sex because i converted to Catholicism with the intent of obeying the Church's doctrine. i note in my bio that i obey the doctrine of the Church. and, well, i can't get gay married as a Catholic, and i'm not supposed to have extramarital sex. so i don't i know that there are side a Catholics, many of whom i respect, but i'm not one of them. i don't believe in "ex-gay" therapy or "pray the gay away" and i don't think that being gay is inherently sinful, but (and here's the part that i assume you're reading for) i do believe that having gay sex is a sin. i follow the teachings laid out in the Catechism, to the best of my ability and understanding. that's in my about page. right now, for me, as a lesbian: that means celibacy. the Catechism is pretty clear on that, imo. i don't talk about this often because most of my friends (and, for that matter, tumblr followers) are queer non-Christians, many of whom have trauma around Christianity and Christian homophobia (which is, to be clear, very real, even if you agree that gay sex is a sin). but like... i'm just living my life. i go to Mass on Sundays and i fast during Lent (or get permission not to from the local priest, when my eating disorder makes it a health concern) because doing otherwise would be a sin; not having sex (or masturbating! which was/is tbh much harder for me to give up than partnered sex! but people ask a lot less about that, because it's less discourse bait and more clearly none of anyone else's business) is the same sort of thing, to me. was it hard (is it hard)? yes, sometimes. but God doesn't just ask me for sacrifices that are easy. maybe some day i'll change my mind again and become side a or deconvert altogether. maybe i'm wrong about things! but this is where i'm at right now.

for what it's worth, i'm happy. i don't hate myself. as mentioned earlier, i'm glad i'm gay and i don't want to be straight. my life is full of love--from friends, family, God. celibacy has had its downsides and painful moments for me, but it's also had its upsides and moments of joy. i've been able to deepen and prioritize and value my friendships. it's been valuable and beautiful and worth it. fundamentally: i believe what i believe, and i'm living true to that. if you want to unfollow me for this, go for it. if you want to filter it, my tag for religion + queerness + being side b is #too gay to live too trad to die.

#therapists dni #too gay to live too trad to die #catholic tag #follower purge time ig

[armand1481]

Hey Armand, I love your art! I have a sort of offbeat question, just bcus I can’t stop wondering about it fsr, ig bcus I always found it a lil weird how you never addressed it. I’ve been following you for a long time, ever since I saw you featured on PainteroftheMillenia’s channel, when I was around your age at the time, and I remember you used to go by Amadeo? And I'm just curious why you changed it? Changing your name online isn’t that interesting but with you I'm super curious, maybe bcus you’ve been so cryptic ever since the change. It’s like you're a different person now, not that I’m complaining. I think you’ve improved a lot as Armand, and I honestly prefer your style now. I just wonder what happened there? Thanks, and if u don’t wanna talk about it no problem, I get u don’t rlly talk about urself online anymore, which is probably smart lol

Amadeo isn’t who I am anymore. When I started to form my own internet presence I wanted it to be true to the person I felt I was, and that person was not Amadeo. I didn’t want to be associated with him any longer so I changed my name on all my socials. Amadeo (the name) is also linked to a lot of bad memories for me, and it was used by people who hurt me, to the point where hearing it is triggering for me.

So I don’t wish to be called it, I’m only Armand now. Armand has brought with it its own scars, but it’s also brought many pleasures. Most importantly Armand belongs to me. Amadeo never felt like it belonged to me, it was representative of what others wanted of me. Never again. If you remember me as Amadeo, purge him from your mind. Scrub him from your eyes when you look upon me if need be so that you don’t see that boy when you see me. Thank you.

#anon answered

[dilf-din]

The Betrayal

WC: 800

Rating: T

Summary: mandalorian!reader watches as Din is taken by Moff Gideon

Warnings: canon typical violence, death, ANGST, chapter 23 spoilers for the Mandalorian

Shots rang overhead. The sound of beskar on beskar making your ears ring. Your whole party was pinned down by blaster fire. You stood strong in front of Grogu, caught in hand to hand combat with whatever new breed of trooper had just ambushed your search party, stabbing him in the neck with a vibroblade and watching him crumble. You didn’t know how long you would be able to hold them off. Already outnumbered with more waves on the way, you were sure of it. Minutes felt like hours when you could deal little to no damage to a body so well protected. Your eyes scanned for Din, seeing him take out trooper after trooper.

Bo-Katan’s voice rang over the noise calling your party further into the cave. You urged the IG unit to follow covering it with a blaster knowing it was doing little to no good. You had lost sight of Din in the chaos. Your chest tight as you scanned the bodies for that gleam of silver.

Of course he had was leading the pack, reckless but in control as ever. Until he wasn’t. You heard the bay doors closing and your blood ran cold. There he was. On the other side. Alone. The mandalorians that had charged forward with him cut down in an instant.

You launched your body into the thick glass knowing good and well it wouldn’t produce a scratch. His name shrieked from your lungs as you watched him get overpowered. Paz’s hand on your shoulder silently urged you to take a breath. Your heart thrummed in your ears echoing off of the helmet around you. How could you breathe when the one who makes it possible was standing out of your reach with a gun to his head.

The sound of Moff Gideon’s voice brought you back down to earth, or rather, Mandalore. He spoke of purging your people, and the blood that was running like ice in your veins was closer to boiling. You pushed IG-12 further into the shadows, blocking his body with yours once again. You would do anything to keep Grogu out of his sight. He had one member of your clan in his clutches, and that was enough. You rolled your neck getting ready to rain hellfire on him for the last time.

Bo-Katan rushed to the back of the pack and started to cut an opening in the thick steel doors using the dark saber. Grogu watched intently, his brown eyes reflecting the white hot blade. Gideon’s speech rang on about how he had invaded your planet, stolen your resources, killed your people. Your hand itching to grab your blaster and silence him once and for all. The vengeance for what he had done to Grogu, what he attempted to do to Din, the satisfaction of your hands being the reason he drew his last breath making you blind with anger.

But then he placed his own counterfeit helmet on his head and flew off into the distance. The troopers holding Din down now dragging him out of your sight as he thrashed with every ounce of strength he had. The bay doors opened once more as Paz now led the attack gunning down the entire squadron with ease. You rushed to the front to cover him with your own blasters while the rest of your party filed single file through the escape route that Bo-Katan had opened up.

“We’re clear, fall back!” she yelled as the last members filed back into the hall. Your presence fell deeper into the hanger, your hand on his shoulder willing him to follow, but he stood strong.

“We’re not leaving you behind!” she yelled.

“Go, there are too many,” he yelled back, voice even, you could tell his mind was made up.

“Suum ca’nara, ner ori’vod,” you whispered through tears, slowly pulling your hand off of his shoulder.

“This is the way,” he said resolutely, slamming the button to the bay doors one last time, locking you and Bo in safety.

“No!” she lunged forward. You both stood in a heavy silence before you nodded your head towards the opening. She reluctantly followed, knowing he would die with honor.

As you snaked your way through the roughly hewn hole, you thought of Ragnar. Every shot you fired from now on would be for him. Every blow you dealt. Every swish of your blade. For him, for Grogu, and for all the other foundlings subject to exist in a world with so much vile hatred for their kind.

Tears stung your eyes as you tried to center your mind on the only thing that mattered: getting Din home.

Mando’a translations

Suum ca’nara: rest peacefully

Ner ori’vod: my older brother, trusted friend

#the mandalorian #the mandalorian fic #the mandalorian angst #din djarin #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian spoilers #paz vizsla #the mandalorian drabble #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x you #din djarin x you

[thelonesomequeen]

Funny how I mentioned Bo Burnham as a potential thirst alternative to Chris a couple of days ago, and now he unfollowed Bo on IG 😂. The two things are totally not connected but it's still a funny coincidence.

He also unfollowed Georgia Ellenwood (for the 2nd time). I wonder if he'll slowly purge all the young 20-somethings from his follow list now that he's so happy and in love. A couple of viral tweets about that scare video weren't very complimentary of him.

👀

[outrunningthedark]

Ooop I think Miss Gun went on another purge! 806 posts now 👀

The timing of all this activity is hysterical, I must say. We KNOW when they were finally, officially done with each other based on that "Forever" story. Yet she kept her IG page as is (save for a post or two that was only noticeable if you went looking) while he kept on making changes to his, allowing her to maintain the illusion that they were still committed to each other. It's only AFTER his camp puts out a statement that can't be denied that she realizes she has to start being honest with her followers. Feeling more and more like that statement was him telling her to cut the shit already, omg.

#anonymous #tina speaks #xoxo gossip girl

[cheemken]

Those designs look amazing n i wld LOVE to hear more abt ur ocs! I love their expressions! /gen

THANK YOUUUUUU OMF OKAY SO HCKXNDMD

Aaa ig its bc I haven't drawn their updated looks cjmxns

Well anyways, they're based off the seven sins, so by order it's Pride (one in red), Wrath (orange), Lust (yellow), Envy (green), Greed (blue), Sloth (indigo), Gluttony (purple)

Ofc I do have names for em, so

Pride - Superbia / Elmara  

Wrath - Ira / Katarina

Lust - Lussuria / Luka

Envy - Invidia / Yvonne

Greed - Aviditas / Wilhelm

Sloth - Desidia / Percival

Gluttony - Gula / Jacob

My first concept for them was that they got reincarnated and such y'know, in their past lives they really were good people until smth really bad happened that they made a deal w the devil. But one of the angels (angels here have the Zodiac theme going) said that it's unfair for them who were good people that were just tempted by the devil, so they were given a second chance to atone and to show that they really aren't as bad as they seem

My second concept for it is that Elmara, or rather Superbia, despite her pride, saw just how much the others suffered in hell, so she fought tooth and nail to get out of it w the kids and start a new life in the human world

And my last concept and the one I'm trying to stick w, is that Elmara is the Goddess of Darkness who created the world of Statera, with her brother, the God of Light, Mateo. But smth happened between the two that they ended up waging war against each other, which ended up w them both banishing and cursing each other in the world of Statera, forced to live w the people they created. Good stuff happened to Elmara, as she watched the world flourish and thrive for centuries, and found peace in living with them. But for Mateo, he suffered, saw just how cruel the people they created could be. Saw just how much little they care for each other and for themselves. He believed it was the darkness that Elmara had brought, and he promised to himself he's purge the darkness of Statera himself.

Elmara on the other hand, made a family of her own, but sadly her husband wasn't,, really that nice, didn't really liked their kids, even to the point that he burnt Percival's face. He's dead now at least so hey, but bc of that Elmara grew paranoid, especially after she found out her ex was a devoted believer of the God of Light, her brother. And yeah, she just became more and more wary, terrified at what would happen if her brother did find out that she's still alive. She has hopes that maybe they'd go back to how they were before, when they were still close, but the more and more followers his brother has, she fears that the only way to end this dispute w him is to kill him

And yeah more shit happened the more followers her brother drew in, and she knows she can't protect her kids all the time, she can't be w all of them all the time, so she decided to reveal to them that she was one of the creators of their world, and thus they too have the same powers as her and yeah they just try to stop Mateo and his rampage and his own paranoia bc my guy this man needs therapy the most

#aaaa i swear i'll post an updated version of their looks tomorrow maybe if i have motivation hahaha #i really did wanna make a story abt these ocs and such since i had them for so long #but anyways thanks again for sending an ask abt em!! it really means a lot to me cjdmnd hahah #an ask and an answer #anon #oc tag

[thecowboykatsuki-anon]

hey, so Ik this may be weird and out of line, but I got blocked on my other account and I was wondering why? I tried checking your rules to see if I violated any, but it only says you block ageless or blank blogs. You’re entitled to block whoever you want but it left me confused ig? Anyways, I really loved your work and have a nice day/night!

Hey love, I apologize!

Sometimes when I do a followers purge to get rid of blank, underage or ageless blogs, I’ll accidentally block something that doesn’t violate my rules in the process.

It appears this is one of those times but it should be fixed now! I’m super sorry about that!

[undeadfinitely]

About me

Saw that on @greenblueish 's page and decided to do it. Thank you for posting the tag game!

💎 why did you choose your url?

it was a pregenerated one that i never changed, because it... it just fits, ig. i also suck at making up names!

💎 any side-blogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them.

a cottagecore one, a dark academia one, a wellness one, a homestuck one... i love making sideblogs and organizing it all. it feels like putting all my fixations in neat boxes.

💎 how long have you been on tumblr?

for a loooong time, but i've became active fairly recently, lol.

💎 do you have a queue tag?

no. i forget to tag my posts way too often.

💎 why did you start your blog in the first place?

... for invader zim, nightvale and homestuck fanart. the classical weird kid triada, huh.

💎 why did you choose your icon/pfp?

it's green and i love hayao miyazaki. also anna and i look a bit simular, so that's also a nice touch :p

💎 why did you choose your header?

it's green and i love green!! and it matches fairly well.

💎 what’s your post with the most notes?

i accidentally purged it, but it was a tag yourself called "night vale characters as kids from my class" and jokes on you, i was all the kids mentioned. well, almost all of the kids mentioned.

💎 how many mutuals do you have?

please, don't make me do the math... not much, though. but i would love to make more friends!!

💎 how many followers do you have?

88.

💎 how many people do you follow?

230. i know.

💎 have you ever made a shitpost?

 i usually shitpost on my homestuck sideaccounts, but yes.

💎 how often do you use tumblr each day?

it depends. usually for an hour or two, but sometimes less... (and sometimes more). tumblr is my comfort social now.

💎 did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

nope. i'm mostly a lurker u_u

💎 how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

i don't like them. you do not control me, mr. internet post >:(

💎 do you like tag games?

yes, i surely do!!!

💎 do you like ask games?

oh YES i sure do!!! they are so, so much fun!!!!

💎 which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

@spicy-cleanness and if not, he should be. for real.

💎 do you have a crush on a mutual?

does my girlfriend count as a mutual? if so, yes, i have a huge fat crush on @amans-noctua :D

💎 tags?

@amans-noctua @foxlun @unholy-ghosting @kingmayk @orioleunknown @snokoms @the-pessimistic-cupcake @stabbykiri @spicy-cleanness and anyone else who wants this!

#tag game #tagging game #ask game #asking game #mutuals #mutual ask #about me

[redemptiionss]

Looking thru my IG after years of not being on there and man I barely know the people who I’m following. Maybe I just have the memory of a goldfish, but also many of these people are from... elementary school (who I haven’t seen since that time) or from high school, except we were never even friends lol. maybe I should do a purge.

#txt #i doubt they'd even notice since i haven't been on ig in like 6 years #and like tbh i don't even know what to post on ig anymore #i don't really have friends and i don't really go out doing stuff #so there's really nothing noteworthy for me to be posting about on ig lol

[photo-lobotomy]

So it's been pfft, too long but for the followers that I had that never joined me on twit and IG, imma purge this page and set it up to start posting my photography ~

In the mean time peep the links if you wanna catch up!

[thelegendarybender]

2 Days at the beach + 2 different looks= An amazing weekend 🌅😎.

IG. https://www.instagram.com/steharringt0n/

#me theLB #i realized i haven't post a pic in literap ages #and i liked how these came out soo🤷🏾‍♂️ #im trying to be more social and open since im starting to expand #so to speak and you need followers for that these days #and no im trying to be some ig baddie so if you choose to follow dont expect this all the time #i just like these lmao #also i just purged a lot of followers and friends too #guys #me #beach #Atlantic city #sunset #Virginia beach #gay

[ramp-it-up]

It Takes Two

Pairing: Soft Dark!Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings:  18+, Minors DNI. Curate your own experience. Cursing, drinking, cheating, breakups, rehab, recovery, deception, lies, celibacy, manipulation, wedding planning, semi-public explicit, rough, sex, oral sex (m receiving), degradation kink, breeding kink, choking, dubiuous con (b/c of deception). Darkish! Scott Evans. This is not proofread!

A/N: @lovebittenbyevans gave me a great idea about still dealing with Chris when commenting on The One.  I thought that the Chris in that fic could really go left and get pretty Dark and dirty. And then.... 

Anonymous asked:

Imagine Chris cheating on Y/N …

That made me think up this fic. It is a sequel to The One. I hope you like it!

-----

You left him.

You flew to Montreal to surprise him on set, trench coat and lingerie and everything, and when you opened the door to his trailer, you saw Heidi on her knees giving Chris a blowjob.

You cussed him out, threw the ring back in his face and turned around and left. 

You blocked his number, moved out of his house and cut off all contact.  You were done.

The audacity of Chris being indignant about your warnings about Heidi when he was boning her all along.

You loved Scott, but you had to cut him off too after he tried to explain that Chris was drunk when you found him, and was going to rehab to deal with his issues. 

 It was classic celebrity bullshit and you didn’t have time for it.

You decided to center yourself, and swear off all relationships and sex. You wanted to purge your mind of all that weighed you down. 

You concluded that love, sex, and Chris Evans made you feel heavy as fuck. 

You moved to New York City. It was far enough away from Chris and your folks in Houston to give you some peace. 

You could still run your business and even think about a storefront.  It was the perfect location to live your best life, eat healthy, exercise, socialize and network. 

You fell in love with yourself, and you didn’t think much about Christopher Robert Evans at all.

Only every time you went on IG or Twitter, even though you blocked him and his hashtags.  And every time you went to Target, because his fucking movies and merchandise were everywhere. 

But you were cool, because you were doing you. You weren’t looking for love.

Of course, that’s when it found you.

Six months after you left Boston, you were at a natural beauty products expo in Brooklyn hawking your wares.  

Your business had taken off, with almost a half million dollars in sales, and you were being interviewed by a major news outlet of color when one of the correspondents caught your eye. 

You flirted, exchanged numbers and ended up going on a date. In another three months you were engaged to him.  

Kevin Watts made you feel safe, protected and loved. And he wasn’t just after sex. He was well off, and secure in himself and you.  It just felt right. 

When Kevin proposed, it was just you and him at your favorite restaurant. So romantic. 

Not like the rowdy family 4th of July party at which Chris asked you to marry him last year, in front of both your parents.

The laughter and the joy was just a little much. 

This was perfect. You didn’t miss Chris at all. You set about planning your wedding with a profound sense of peace and safety.  

You and Kevin were meant to be.

----

Chris was nothing without you.

Nothing but an award winning actor and producer, a multi-millionaire and founder of a major organization dedicated to bringing opposing political viewpoints together. 

All of that was cool, and it kept him going, but when he lost you, he lost his motivation.

Chris didn’t take any more roles after the sequel with Heidi, and he dumped her post haste. He did enter rehab and realized that he depended way too much on alcohol to dull his emotions. 

He got drunk off his ass when he was away from you because he missed you so much, and that led to him letting Heidi think that she could have him.

She’d had him physically, but never his heart. Or his mind. You owned those.

Chris followed your business closely, and was proud of your success. 

Of course he followed your social media on burner accounts and saw that you were doing well. 

You looked like you enjoyed being single and seemed healthy and happy.

He couldn’t ask for anything more for you.

Except to be his again. 

Chris was just biding his time for your reunion, deciding to give you a year before he made his move. 

Now he felt every emotion, and he knew that you must still love him too.

You just needed to realize that your life would be even better with him back in it.

The year apart would be just punishment for what he’d done to you, and when you came back together, it would be better than before.

Everyone speculated on his bachelorhood, wondering if he would settle down, speculating and gossiping about who he was with, but he just played coy and kept quiet.

No one would know that he was yours and yours alone, and that you were still his.  

You just didn’t know it.

But you weren’t going along with the plan that you didn’t know about. 

About seven months into his self-imposed purgatory, a complication started popping up on Chris’s feed. 

Kevin. 

And a couple of months after that, a post of a proposal, in a restaurant.

The asshole probably didn’t even ask or involve your folks.  Chris was in a rage for a week. 

He almost started drinking again, but as he got ready to drive to the liquor store, Kevin’s face flashed on his screen doing a report on the election.

Instead of making him even more angry, he smiled, elated at the thought that came to him.

Chris had a new plan, and it was going to be even better than before.

-----

The last three months had been a whirlwind, and you never thought it would turn out this way.  

You were planning your wedding with your mother, discussing the seating at the reception, and you deciding where Chris Evans and his date would sit.

What a time to be alive.

Your mother only let it slip a couple of times that you should be marrying Chris, but for the most part, she kept it cute.

You explained to her that everything was squashed between you and Chris, and that he and Kevin had a great relationship, were friends, even.  

They’d bonded over politics when Kevin interviewed him, and became buds before Chris even realized that you and he were together.

Kevin knew, but he wasn’t the jealous type, and he didn’t want to make things awkward. Surprisingly, Kevin insisted that he be at the wedding. 

You thought about it and decided it would be the ultimate closure for Chris to watch you marry someone else. 

You were pleasantly surprised at Chris. He was handling this very well. He never tried to contact you, and according to Kevin, never even mentioned you. That was growth. 

Maybe you too could be friends. 

You felt good about it. So much so that you unblocked him and started a dialogue.

-----

Hi.

Chris saw your number come across his apple watch and he practically did a dance. It was 9:24 pm.  He picked up his phone and stared at the word, forcing himself to wait and not respond.  He went to work out.

47 minutes later, he responded.

Hello?

This time, he sat and waited for your response, which came 7 minutes later. 

I just wanted to say, I appreciate the way you're handling this.

Chris bit his lip, imagining you sitting there, thinking of what to say and staring down at your phone.

I’m sorry, I don't know who this is. You may have reached a wrong number?

He grinned at the play. 

----- 

Your heart dropped. Did he no longer have your contact?  

Why would he do that?

You don’t know why you felt some kinda way; you’d blocked him. 

Maybe he had changed his number and this was no longer his. Your heart was beating fast when you texted back.

Is this Chris?  This is Y/N.  I was just texting about Kevin Watts.

You anxiously watched the thought bubbles on imessage.

----

Even though you’d texted back almost immediately, Chris kept you hanging for just a couple of minutes. His dick was hard at the thought of communicating with you. 

Fuck, you were such an aphrodesiac.

Oh shit! Y/N I’m sorry.  I got a new phone.. You know how it is…

He knew you wouldn’t believe that. That’s why he said it.

You just stared at the phone. That was bullshit. You can easily port your contacts into a new phone.  You just never believed that Chris would really move on.  And you didn’t know why. 

You had.

You took a deep breath and continued.

Lol, No worries!  Just wanna say thank you for being cool with my Boo. I’m gonna turn in now. Check you later.

You tried to keep it light.

Chris ignored the ‘my Boo’ comment and focused on the thought of you in bed. 

You usually slept in a tank top or t-shirt and panties, and the top would invariably come off because you got hot. 

And then things would invariably get hotter if he was in bed with you….

Cool! Sweet dreams. Check you later. 😉

Chris made sure to exit your message thread and come back so that you wouldn’t see the thought bubbles that he saw when you kept staring at the text.

You  were lost in the times that Chris always used to say that to you, and when he whispered “Sweet Dreams” in your ear when he was far away, you always had wet dreams about him. 

And that wink. 

How could a fucking yellow emoji turn you the fuck on?

You reached for your bullet vibrator as you continued to stare at the interaction.

Chis had already started stroking himself when you told him you were going to bed. 

Knowing that you were thinking exactly what he wanted you to got him close, and he didn’t even have to pull up your old videos to get off. 

Not tonight.

-----

Over the next few weeks. you’d texted a few times, Chris ‘made amends’ and you accepted his apology. 

Then, you started texting more regularly, mainly joking around about sports, your Celtics/Rockets rivalry ever raging. 

From your perspective, Chris was always appropriate and respected your relationship with Kevin.  You were glad because you’d missed your friendship with him.

You felt giddy that your life was working out so well, and you traveled to your weekend getaway in the mountains for your bridal shower with a light heart.

Chris attended Kevin’s bachelor festivities with only a week to go until the wedding.

——

From Chris’s perspective, things were working out better than he’d hoped. 

Scoring an invite to the wedding was more than he’d imagined, and Kevin inviting him out to his Bachelor party was just icing on the cake.  

Maybe he could make Kevin slip up enough so that you would dump him before the wedding. Chris was hopeful.

If not, Plan B was the nuclear option. 

-------

Kevin was following the stripper’s ass like a puppy. He was lit on booze and pills (that Chris provided) and his guard was down.

Kevin considered Chris a friend. 

Chris just wanted to keep Kevin close because he was the enemy.

They were talking about you.

“She’s so fucking innocent. A sweeter angel there never was. I’ll have to teach her how to fuck.”

Chris almost choked on his water.

“I'm sorry. What now?”

Kevin just barreled on, ignoring the question.

“That's how I know I need to wife her.” He was talking to Chris, but still staring at the stripper.

“She would never chase the D. Hell, she won’t even touch mine. You know, her being celibate and all.”

Chris raised his eyebrow and smiled, which Kevin never noticed. Chris shook his head at your antics.  His little beautiful love.

“That’s why I was never pressed that you are her ex. I mean, I’m impressed you were with her as long as you were.”  

Chris just smiled and nodded, curious as to where this was leading.

“A man like you don’t have to put up with that. You must have punani lined up for days, bro.”

Chris’s heart lept. This dullard did not have access to your pussy. HIS pussy.  Never has.

Chris could fuck a lot of people a million ways from Sunday with one text. Except for you. And you were all that mattered. 

“I don’t know about all that.” Chris put on his best, ‘aw shucks’ act.

Chris was over the moon. You were still his. In every way.

Kevin kept tipping the stripper and was trying to call her over. He asked her about a private lap dance.  Chris’s eyes lit up. This asshole was making it too easy.

The stripper nodded and went back to finish up her set.  Chris walked over to the bar.

“Aye!” Chris summoned tha bartender over. 

“What can I get you, Sir.” 

“I don’t need a drink.  I wanna take care of my friend over there. He’s gonna have a lap dance with Star. It’s his bachelor party.  I need it to be extra special.”  

Chris started peeling off hundreds so the barkeep could see. 

“And I need him to have some keepsakes, so he’ll remember it always.” 

More hundreds came off. The bartender’s eyes got bigger and bigger. “That’s no problem.”

Chris flashed his famous smile.  

“Great, let me tell you where to send them. Wanna make them a wedding present.” He wrote down an address on a napkin. 

He was now on Plan C. And it was perfect.

------

A week later and the rehearsal at the church was more fun than you thought it would be.  You weren’t allowed to participate, just watch, as the result of an old wives tale.

The church secretary found you in the pews. She handed you a manila envelope.

“This was mailed here yesterday, probably an invoice of something for the wedding, I put it aside for you, sweetie.”

You smiled back at her and tucked it into your purse, not wanting to distract yourself with more wedding bills. 

Later, when you and Kevin were in the back of the car to the restaurant for the Rehearsal Dinner, you pulled it out and opened it. You couldn’t believe your eyes.

“What the ENTIRE FUCK KEVIN!”  

You threw the pictures of him fucking a stripper in his face, startling him out of staring at his phone.

He picked one up, his mouth dropped open and started talking. 

“Look, Baby, Baby! I can explain!...”

“DO NOT FUCKING LIE TO ME KEVIN!  WE HAVE OVER 300 PEOPLE HERE FOR OUR WEDDING TOMORROW MORNING.” 

Kevin was on his knees in the back of the suburban. 

“Listen to me.. Listen.  I’m a man. I have needs…”

“Kevin, I swear to god….”

“Okay, okay… I admit it…”

You listened to him and your heart went silent.  You couldn’t even absorb what he said.

When you pulled up to the restaurant, you straightened your dress and looked at him coolly.

“I am NOT going to deal with this tonight. Tonight was supposed to be a fun celebration of our wedding. I will decide later if it's still going to happen.”

Kevin was terrified.

“Right now, you and I will go into this place, greet our friends arm in arm and pretend that you are not a fucking narcissitic asshole who just ripped my heart to shreds. Got it?”

“Yes, but I-”

“Do NOT speak to me unless I speak to you first. Or it's automatically off.”

Kevin just nodded and cleared his throat.

You raised your chin and said, “Let’s go.”

-----

Two hours later, dinner was over, and you were lit on your way to TURNT.

Chris observed you, from the moment you entered holding hands with Kevin to the second you dropped his hand in disgust, to the way you held yourself away from him at dinner, but then put on a sweet face when everyone spoke, to Kevin, who was an absolute mess.

He figured you got the pictures. He suppressed the glee that was coursing through him.

But he couldn’t figure out why you were still going on with the charade.

Chris didn’t make a beeline for you like he wanted to, he just let the natural flow of the party lead you to him.  He was talking to your cousin when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around.

“Hey you.”  

You cocked your head at him in that way and looked up at him, your smile brightening your face.  Damn, he had to plant his feet. You smiling at him like that made him feel faint.

You both heard your cousin say something, but you didn’t pay attention, caught up in your own orbit.

“Hey.”  

Chris crossed his arms, and you swore that he was recalling the time when you told him your forearms made you horny. Fuck. Chris made you wet and you were fresh out of fucks tonight.

“So, I can’t have a hug?”  

Chris shook his head at your line and opened his arms to embrace you, keeping a respectable pressure and distance until you hugged him tight and pressed close.  

He couldn’t help but pick you up, but he put you down immediately, cleared his throat and backed up, looking uncomfortable.

That wouldn’t do. You wanted more of his scent, his warmth, his HIM. You pouted unconsciously in your buzzed state.

Chris’s cock stirred.  That fucking mouth had haunted his dreams for almost a year. He was pleased that you were flirting, but he had to work the plan.  Couldn’t go too fast.

“You look… great.  I can’t wait to see you tomorrow in your wedding dress. You will be a beautiful bride.”  

Chris broke his voice in just the right place to convey a wistfulness, making you think that he thought he lost you.

You felt bad.  Chris was so sweet.  You thought about him and you thought about Kevin. 

What was the difference between what Chris did and what Kevin did?  

And who did you have more chemistry with? Chris.  

Why were you even marrying Kevin?

You looked over at him looking at you and Chris like a lost dog.

You had no idea why you were marrying him.

“You look… Like Chris fucking Evans.” You two laughed.  

“I bet you’re fighting them off with a stick.”  You sideyed him.

Chris reveled in your interest in his sex life.

“Well, you know. After rehab, I’ve laid off the... physical part of my life. It only brought chaos, you know. I’m trying to be more… zen. Haven’t really had… that  for the better part of a year.”

He watched your eyes get big.  

“Word?”  You smirked. “So you…”

Chris held up his hand.  The one you knew he jacked off with.  You grabbed it and started drawing on his palm.  Chis pulled it back and cleared his throat again. 

You pouted again. Him being hard to get made you wet.

And Chris knew that.

“So… you ready to marry the love of your life?”

 Chris’s sea blues looked you deep into your cocoa browns. You were transported back in time.

“Yes.” 

 Then you snapped out of it.  

“I mean… the church is set up, the dress is bought, everyone’s here. I guess so.”

Chris laughed as if you were telling a joke.  

“I miss your sense of humor.”

You all made small talk and you caught up a little before you asked what you wanted to know.

“So what are you up to tonight?”

Chris looked at his watch.

“I’m actually about to go to my condo an turn in. I get up early to work out.” He felt your eyes sweep up and down his body, and he flexed even though he was fully dressed. It was true. Working out was a regimen. He wanted you drooling for him. 

“It’s the Marvel condo in Brooklyn?”

You nodded, remembering good times.

“So you have a car picking you up?”  Your mind was whirring.

“I actually have a rental.” 

You gulped your drink down, not daring to look in his eyes. Now, not only was your pussy wet, your nipples were hard as hell. 

“It’s in the parking garage down the block.”

“Well, I need to clear my head. I’ll walk you there, and you can drop me back?”

Chris looked down at your cute face, and then around the room, spotted Kevin and gave him a nod.

“You sure that’s a good idea?”  

You looked at Kevin, too.  You wanted to stick your tongue out, but you just took Chris by the arm and headed toward the door.

“I’m a big girl. Nobody owns me.” 

You looked up into Chris’s eyes and instantly regretted that statement. You played it off and pulled him through the door.

You didn’t talk at all the entire way, both of your heads deep in the clouds of you and him.  The chemistry was crackling the air between you.

You held on to his arm, and he let you, reveling in your touch.

When you reached the parking garage, Chris pressed the button with his knuckle and you got in, headed for the top deck.

You just stared at each other, both thinking the same thing. Chris chuckled.

“You’re dangerous, night before your wedding, you probably have cold feet, I’m here. Maybe you want to be sure that you’re sure…”

You cocked your head. “Who said I wanted to fuck you, Chris Evans?”

Chris cocked his head too, mirroring you.  “Who said ‘fuck?’ I was thinking you wanted to talk.”

He smirked and you scowled as the door opened.

Chris left you in the elevator stewing as he walked over to the black Tesla he’d rented. There was no other car on the deck.

You scoffed, and followed him out.

He was about to walk around to the driver's side door when you grabbed his arm before he made it. He stopped directly in front of the car.

“Do you mean to tell me that you don’t want me?”  You were hot, in more ways than one.

Chris leaned back against the hood.

“That’s not what we’re talking about, y/n. You’re getting married tomorrow. To someone else.”

You smiled and reached up, fingers grazing his neck and playing with the hair at his nape. You ran your fingers through his beard.  Kevin’s couldn’t compare.

“That’s tomorrow. Tonight I’m single as fuck.” 

You stood on your tip toes and brushed your lips against his, reveling in the moan that came from his throat.

Chris fought to control his urge and continued with his act. His fingers tightened around your waist and you thought this was it.  He turned you around in front of the car and then let you go, stepping back to pace back and forth.

“What? What is this? You’ve had almost a year. Kevin’s my friend. What do you want from me?”  

He advanced on you, and you had to remember to breathe.  He knew what you wanted.

“You. I want you, Chris.”

Chris attacked your lips with his own.  He took two seconds to savor them before he ravaged your mouth with his tongue.  You moaned and he broke from your mouth to re-discover your face, your neck, your cleavage.  He had to control himself not to rip the bodice of your blush pink chiffon dress.

He had a raging hard on, which you were feeling up, remembering how you always struggled to take him.  You wanted him to hurt you with it now.

“Give me this Chris… please…”

You were reaching into his pants, thumb caressing his wet, thick tip. He was leaking for you.

“Remember when you told me that I would meet you in a parking lot, and let you fuck me over the hood of your rental car? Even if I was with someone else?”  

You pulled your hand out and started sucking your thumb, closing your eyes at the taste of Chris after so long.  You pulled it out with a pop.  

“You were so right.”

Chris practically growled, grabbed your arm and spun you, pushing your back until your chest hit the hood of the Model X.  He leaned over you, pushing his covered crotch into the back of your dress, you moaned, wanting more.  His mouth was at your ear.

“Oh, so you want to be my cock whore on the eve of your wedding to someone else.”  You moaned because it was true.

“It’s been so long, Chris…”

He reached down in between you and flipped the flouncy skirt of your dress up, exposing you to the wind of New York City.  He looked at it for a minute, your ass always his favorite.

He caressed it with both hands, pressing into you with his thumbs.  

“So you want me to feel you up?”  He pulled his hand back and sucked one of them, practically jumping for joy when he tasted you. 

“You want me to pull your panties to the side….” and he did so, seeing your slick shine in the moonlight, and playing in it for a minute, tracing your lips and making you quiver around nothing.

The way you were moaning his name was everything right now.

Your face was pressed against the cool metal of the car, and it was the only thing tying you to the earth.

“Oh yes, Chris…. Please please yesss...fuck me… damn...stretch me out…”

Chris’s dick pulsed and he needed you around him. He moved close again and unzipped his pants, the sound making your knees weak.

He teased your cunt with his tip, collecting your arousal and smearing it not only around your pussy, but around your asshole.

“I know you’ve fucked him, but have you let him have your ass?  Am I still the only one…?”

Chris was still playing the game. 

“No, no, no… I haven’t let him… I haven’t given him anything. I’ve been celibate, too.  It’s still yours Chris. All of me is still yours.”

Chris almost came just hearing you say it out loud. He already knew, but hearing you say it was the shit.

He pushed into you with a grunt, and it was difficult.  He didn’t make it. Your cunt squeezed him out.

“Ffffuck, y/n. You’re practically closed down.  Is it true?”  

He started rocking his tip into your pussy slowly, both regretting and reveling in the fact that he didn’t stretch you out with his fingers beforehand.  Then he decided that he wanted you to feel this fully.

You couldn’t answer, only responding with moans has he painfully breached you. You welcomed it, though.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah… yes Chris.  Only you.. Since you and I….”  Talking about it and the fact that you were taking him again made you wetter, and eased Chris’s way, although your pussy was already stinging with his girth. Your eyes rolled back in your head.

You would never get over this and were so grateful for the feeling again.  

Chris watched you and had to grit his teeth to hold back from the reality that he was taking you again. 

He leaned over you, hot breath huffing in your ear, puffing and groaning as he fucked you slowly.  He was trying to feel every sensation. He wanted you to know that each and every millimeter of your glorious wet, tight pussy was his.

‘Ohhhh. Fuck Chris… YESSSS!”  Your voice echoed off the concrete walls, and Chris wanted you louder.

“This what you wanted?  You wanted your thick cock inside you again. Hunh?  You wanted me to stretch your walls and fuck you raw, hunh?”  He started speeding up in time with your moans.

“Such a fucking filthy cockslut for me, baby.”  Chris grabbed your neck from the back. “Why didn’t you let Kevin hit, hunh?”  

You didn’t answer, you just moaned and Chris smacked your ass, hard.

“Chris! Fuck!”  

You screamed. You missed his ruthlessness when you fucked, you missed him making sure that you knew that he knew that you knew. You belonged to him. 

 “Please!”

“I know why.” 

Chris stopped fucking you and pressed down harder on your back, reaching around to find your clit.  He swirled around it once, then started to press down slowly. 

“Because you would never beg him for that subpar dick that he has. You’re MY whore. You belong to me.”

He pressed down roughly, and you detonated around his dick.  He didn’t have to move.  Chris pulled out, leaving you cold and bereft.

You turned around and leaned up against the hood, panting and still desperate for him.  He stood there in front of you, dick sticking out of his pants, which were ruined, and still rock hard and ready. He was in a quiet rage.

“Why did you leave me?” 

You searched his face.  He sounded like he was about to cry.  You couldn’t quite see his entire face, but his eyes shone, bright with liquid.  You went toward him.

“You hurt me Chris.  I couldn’t stay. But let me take care of you now.”

You got on your knees in front of him, the hard concrete of the parking structure digging into your knees.  

Again, you welcomed the physical pain, distracting you from what you were doing to Kevin, to Chris, and to yourself.

Chris felt like he could fly.  You on your knees for him again was a dream. 

He took his cock in his hand, stroking it, while moving close to you. In no time, the back of your head was in his palm, and you opened wide to accept him, hand coming up to stroke what you couldn’t fit.

“Ah, ah. Let me.”  

You looked up at him to see an evil grin shine down on you. 

Chris looked down on an angel trying to swallow him whole. He brushed the tears away from your eyes as you struggled to breathe. You were perfection.

Moaning around him, you relaxed your mouth and throat and let him use you.  It was difficult, because you were out of practice, but you welcomed the letting go of all thought. 

You dripped down your thighs as Chris pumped into you, ready to accept what he had to give. 

After a few minutes, he stopped, and pulled out, grabbing you up to your feet. 

Then he bent down and grabbed you by the back of your thighs and you wrapped your legs around his waist, kissing him and trying to grind down on his still-erect cock as he backed you to the car.

Your ass hit the hood, and Chris reached between you to first tear your panties off. He put them in his pocket as he swiped his dick up and down your dripping wet folds.  

He looked back up to watch your face as he pushed inside you, now, an easier path to nirvana.

He pulsed as he watched the pleasure take over your face, with your mouth slack and your eyes glassed over. This was his main purpose in life and he almost lost it.

He brought his hand up to bring you closer, breathed into your mouth as he squeezed your throat. You were high instantly, and clamped down on his cock as your body was wracked with waves of pleasure.

Chris let your body descend back down to the car as he pumped his seed into you, his mind fantasizing that he was impregnating you. 

He shook your body as the last ropes of cum spurted out of him. He ran his hand down your body as he pulled out, zipping up his pants as you came back to your senses on the hood of the car.

You stared at the stars as you realized what you had done.  You sat up and adjusted your dress, gingerly climbing back down to the ground.  

Chris kissed you on the forehead, and this time you let him get into the driver’s seat. You got in the passenger side and Chris reached into the glovebox and handed you some wet wipes.

“Fix your face. And your knees.” 

He nodded down to your legs, which were dirty from the parking structure floor.  He watched you wipe your knees off, but stopped you as you went higher.

“No. I want you to feel me all night long.”  

You wanted to be a brat, but you didn’t feel like sass right about now. You felt kinda terrible.

You got another wet wipe and fixed your makeup as best you could as Chris drove you back to the restaurant.

“Chris, I…”

“I know.  None of that meant that we’re back together.  That was for some kind of something, I dunno, something Kevin might have done?” 

You looked down, ashamed. Chris lifted your chin up with his hand.

“I want you to come to me on your own.  You’ve gotten that out of your system, and I’m glad to be of service.”  You looked up into his eyes and at his wry smile.

“But remember, you still have a choice. I’m here if you choose me.”  

He leaned over and gave you a tender kiss in front of the restaurant.

You smiled at him and climbed out of the car, watching as he drove off.

Chris’s heart was beating out of his chest as he watched you turn and go back inside. He fought the urge to turn around. It was better this way.

----

You walked in the restaurant, and pulled Kevin over to the side of the restaurant in dark alcove. 

“Listen. Do you still want to marry me?”

He looked you up and down, taking in your state, from the faint marks on your neck to your scuffed knees.  He knew exactly what was up.

You raised an eyebrow at him.  

-----

Three hours later, a sleepy Chris answered the doorbell in Brooklyn.

He smiled at you, in the Captain America t-shirt and jeans that you’d stolen from him after a photoshoot, looking like his favorite Disney princess. You.

You took him in, clad in grey sweatpants that hung off his magnificently cut body.  He blinked at you sleepily.

“The wedding is off. Chris, I….”

He reached out and grabbed you, pulling you in the brownstone and shutting the door behind you.  He had you pinned up against the wall as you tried to speak.

“Shut up and let me taste you.”  

You grinned and wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you upstairs.

--- 

The next morning, Chris was on the phone with Scott.

“Yes, tell the workers at the warehouse to dump all the products….I don’t care, the river, the landfill…. Y/N can’t find out that I bought up all her stock…. We’re going to be married..... I know what the fuck I’m doing Scott. We leave for Aruba this afternoon. Listen, I’ll call you later.”

Chris hung up and turned to find you in the doorway, frowning and rubbing your eyes.  

“We’re going to Aruba?”  

You smiled and yawned, sleepily stretching.  That was all that you’d heard of the conversation.

Chris gave you his stunner smile.  

“Yes. It was going to be a surprise.” 

He reached down and swung you up in his arms, carrying you into the bathroom bridal style.

“Now let’s get in the shower.  You’ve been very naughty, gotta get you clean for your wedding day.”

You giggled as you relaxed in Chris’s arms. “It takes two to be naughty, Chris.”

He winked at you as he turned on the shower. “Don’t I know it.”

-----

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[the-bjd-community-confess]

Tbh at this point I'd just really love to have proof that everyone got their Cul0r dolls. I mean, we are all asking for proof she didn't send, but it sounds a bit easier to prove she did send them now. It shouldn't be too hard to prove, since there were a limited amount being sold, and whoever did that casting after Harv dropped out should have the receipts for the missing orders, which then should be verifiable as having been delivered based on the orders.

Also, maybe this is just me, but I personally don't trust Cul0r based on her blaming it all on Harv. I'm a lot more critical and unforgiving when it comes to someone trying to ruin someone's reputation, when it was all their own fault, and then turning around deactivating and crying about it. Recap: Cul0r didn't order all the dolls from her order run from Harv. When people called her out on how Harv cast a bunch of dolls that weren't part of the PO, because he/or Cul0r posted a pic of the dolls. I think it was some Olive green dolls that made people suspicious when they saw the pic, and call foul play. Cul0r turned around and said that Harv hadn't cast all the dolls she ordered, and that the Olives were personal use, and how it was all Harv's fault for not casting her full order she had sent him, and that's why people didn't get their dolls. Harv then made an IG story where he called out Cul0r for lying, especially after he got harassed, using the proof of her order slip, and their DM's where her and Culor had confirmed the order, and that her order amount of the dolls was correct.

I remember that this was actually recapped on here when it happened, because not everyone was following Harv when it happened. So unless it was destroyed with the purge, there should be some confessions containing pics and summaries on here at the time it happened.

~Anonymous

Mod I'll link what I can find below, there's more textposts under #BJD Casting but these are the screenshots posted 11-12 months ago Anon refers to:

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[incarnateirony]

I haven't done a deep dive in this. No time or, realistically, motivation to. But something pinged me recently, and I started flashing between J2M's tweets. And frankly if I was Jared's manager, at his age and in his media position, I would be deeply worried right now.

It used to be, historically, that Misha got less engagement per-tweet than either of the J2s. I mean he still had IMPRESSIVE pull, and you know like, once in a while he'd get one of those tweets that surged past, but generally speaking, he had lower appeal.

Now, that only applies with Jensen.

While there's some impact, in the past, over who tweets more or less that could work in Jared's favor technically... no.

Like yeah, Jensen doesn't post a lot, so any time he peeps online every thirsty bitch on the internet retweets it into the abyss. Misha, on the other hand, was generally available and kinda used to shitpost like an average joe more often--which you know still got impressive like 2K likes for a shitpost, but generally speaking, a lot of GA are like oh look another shitpost.

Misha's really cleaned up his marketing on that front, and almost every tweet serves a purpose without being telegraphed. It remains organic, but whether it's promoting himself or someone else, he's showing his Influencer personality in understanding how to engage his audience pretty well.

Result? A hugely increasing average. Pinned tweet 78K+ on twitter. Oh that's been pinned too long? Let's count the percentage of tweets a week old or less and see how many are at or above 5K (and how few are below that). Misha supporting Jensen less than 10 hours ago already has almost 9K. Despite waves of bot purges hitting big accounts, Misha's twitter following stays where it was.

Jensen hasn't really changed in his approach much. But his content is even hotter than before. 28K after 13 hours. 37.9. 62. Mixed content, high averages. Jensen's twitter following was hit a bit harder by the bot purges, but generally it's his secondary media anyway, while he crushes the others over on IG and has for years.

Jared? Man... buddy. His last post is 3 days old at 11, after directly engaging a bunch of fans and waking everybody up hoping he would notice them and engage. Jared's now running the same 5K average as Misha. The only content that breaks that pattern is when he posts about SPN, which then gets, say, 11-20K. Sometimes. Sometimes 5-6 still. Walker tweets cap around 4-5K tops. (I will give, all the way back in August, Jared managed to get up to 25K with that Jason picture). His numbers got dragged down within about 100K of Misha, when he used to be more like 300-400K ahead. And let's not talk about where most of his mantra tweets rot at some lol 1.5 k which I don't think even Misha's been as low as for a while.

Short sighted, pea brained people would go "BUT HE STILL BIGGEST FOLLOWERS" without recognizing the ratio shift, the engagement shift, the pacing of gain.

Again, if I were any kind of handler for Jared I would be deeply worried. Jensen's shitting all over him in progress and visibility (while also getting handed roles like candy on halloween) and was initially supposed to be his equal (or to hear Jared stans say it, his "sidekick"). Misha's caught up to him and is about to blow past him. He's lost, not gained, interest in running his own show as a lone lead. Everyone else has gained steam. He's slowed down.

His only high performing posts are specifically SPN posts, which Jensen and Misha also get comparative (if not larger) boosts on.

There's such an intersection of things that probably caused this, but the question is if he can course correct before it gets worse. His fans won't stop harassing his coworkers any time soon, like we shouldn't hold our breath. The Mantra postings haven't slowed down, nor the promotional crosstags. It feels like Jared DESPERATELY needs new representation that improves his marketing presence because he's tipping into the path of irrelevant aged out CW actor. (They'll call "hate". I'm just saying, like, looking at the numbers sir, this isn't A Good.)

This would definitely be a time when you review the decisions you're making.

Let's see if anybody does.

If anyone feels like making a timeline chart tracking their tweet/ratio growths over time etc, by all means, this is just a general at-glance overview while scrolling from distant past to current.

[acrosstobear]

you know, callum follows a lot of people on instagram (unlike mick). It’s a different story with twitter where he only follows 58 people (considering how many racing friends he has that’s really really low) and mick is one of them. Just thought I’d share that <3

bestie i feel this!!!!! its even more special that Mick, who only follows 65 people on Twitter and 51 people on IG, follows him back on both 🥺 and like, specifically took the time to follow him back, cause Mick purged all the accounts he was following at the beginning of the season, so it's nice to know that it was important for him to follow Cal again tbh

and yes im aware that socials mean nothing but i like to think Mick is out here watching Callum's stories all day ok

#amanda answers #anon #mick schumacher #callum ilott #schulott #they are in love i swear

[weenie-kun]

How does one grow a big tumblr? I barely have any followers and I’ve been here for years now... I never even received an ask

i dunno man i only drew lotsa fanart for some fandoms at the time (thanks homestuck danganronpa dmmd tf2 dtmg and mettaton) and maybe the rare few posts that popped off got ppl coming.. (plus the doodle ones with daddys bastard, relatable artist posts tm, and the recent anesthesia one) (and one time the one danganronpa/homestuck crossover art with aoi and feferi where ppl widely mistook aoi for jade.. 14k notes. u do not see these numbers here anymore)

i also rb shitposts a lot so ig it just happened? i havent gained any in a couple yrs now since i went inactive w art and tbh its pretty true that numbers dont do a lot here lol..

i barely get asks some months But i dont really interact with people either? i have energy some days and then leave a few unanswered in the dirt when i have no energy like any person... but ive seen them i prommy

( i do notice some familiars around whove liked my stuff tho.. even through the years. even my oc. thank u i love u ⭐theres a lot more of u than i could have thought and thats pretty cool i think. i think thats really neat)

ive been here almost a decade now so. theres that. a lot of the time its unpredictable and post purge idk how the climate is here. also someone called me a The joker so maybe im just the right amount of deranged to attract people <3 ew that hurt to type.

anyway good luck out there. i dont know what the path to tumblr success is, and sorry to everyone for the long post for i have been given the chance to reflect on my time here. im the same turd as i was back then except more tired and people are intimidated of me occasionally because my art dick is kinda big now so thats funny

ok im done take care and have a good day