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My First "Viral" Post
Like, 20 people told me to submit my Brady Bunch GIFset to @world-heritage-posts and hundreds more tagged it #worldheritagepost.
So I was like, "OKAY OKAY, I'll submit it!"
And they never posted it.
Which is completely fine!
WHP, it's cool. We're cool. I don't need World Heritage Post reblogs.
I have reblogs at home.
(my reblogs at home)
I am definitely *NOT* going to do the "DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM???" thing.
I only do cool and funny "Don't you know who I am?" interactions like Tony Hawk.
But when I submitted the post it reminded me of an even earlier time on Tumblr when there were only a few people who could make a post go viral.
The main one was called @thedailywhat. If something got posted there, it could get HUNDREDS of notes.
HUNDREDS!!!!
Oh, that's another funny thing. Several people commented "Why does this only have 20K notes!!???"
There are currently 135 million active users on Tumblr and the site got roughly 2.4 billion visits in 2023.
In all of 2010 the entire site got 50 million visitors. Not users. Just people who went to a Tumblr address during that entire year.
In any case, if you thought you created something cool and you wanted more than 10 people to see it, you had to submit your cool thing to The Daily What. It was the first Tumblr to reach 100,000 followers which was more than the actual founder of Tumblr had at the time.
It was run by a single person but he was very private and never revealed his name.
His emails were very cryptic.
I'm pretty sure he sold the site and went to live on a beach or something. But whoever bought it did not understand how to run the blog and the final post was in 2013.
I'm not surprised the new owner crashed and burned. Johnny Internets was irreplaceable. He really understood what would connect with people. Nearly everything he posted would gain decent popularity. I'm not sure people realize how much of a skill curating content can be and how hard it is to post popular things with consistency.
He would reject a lot of content outright and was very picky about what went on his Tumblr. But when he actually posted something you made, it was almost guaranteed to go viral.
Well, viral relative to the time period.
I suspect I submitted nearly a hundred things before he finally agreed to reblog me. And I still remember the first thing I submitted that he liked.
I posted this in 2010. How many notes do you think it got?
Probably a million, right?
No less than 100K.
I mean, look at how cute that panda is!
SONOFABITCH!
Back then, that was enough.
But that was just me putting words on something. My ultimate goal was to get him to post one of my original photoshops.
And do you see how he gave proper attribution? That meant a lot during a time when other curators were cropping my watermarks and claiming things as their own.
A real mensch, this Mysterious Stranger was.
These two posts got me enough traction to grow my following and before I knew it, I was The Daily What for other people. I was able to help other artists and content creators get traction and grow their following.
It was a beautiful Tumblr version of paying it forward. Only not as awkward as those weirdos who do it in drive-thru lines.
I ONLY GOT A SODA AND NOW I GOTTA PAY FOR 40 MCNUGGETS?
It's fine.
Enjoy your nugs.
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I was recently reading a post about the skull of a young ancient greek girl that was found buried with a sculpted clay wreath of fruits and myrtle flowers still on her head. The post spoke about how luxurious funerary wreathes of gold made by extraordinary craftsmen were a common practice in the Hellenistic period, and were a Luxury reserved for the wealthy and esteemed. But this was the burial of a commoner. An ordinary girl that someone loved so much that they hand sculpted and painted her a wreath of flowers that would never die.
Grand artifacts and elaborate tombs are cool, but there’s just something far more moving about seeing the more intimate moments of love and humanity being preserved like a time capsule. Whether it be through ancient toys, letters, household items, etc. love persevering through time
Anyways, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it and wishing I could know more about her, so I wanted to make something in her honor 🌼
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A Date Like No Other- Basketball Player!Mingyu x Female!Reader (College AU)
Inspired by the famous tumblr post 😄 also I’m quite tempted to do a part 2 for this one if anyone is into that hehe
Word Count: 3600 | College AU, Basketball Player!Mingyu, Humor, Fluff | Warnings: drinking mentioned, one suggestive comment, one minor swear
He was the guy on campus everyone would have sold organs to go on a date with. The sports guy. The really tall guy. Handsome, plays on the school team, movie love interest guy.
You were the weird girl hardly anyone talked to, and you just liked him because he drew on your notes with you.
History was boring you- you’d already answered the questions and they read the pages out loud at a snail’s pace, sending your eyes diving into the pages lest you want to rip your hair out and coat your long thin institutional table in it. Saving that, you reached into your backpack and pulled out a green ultra fine marker, popping the cap. You reached over and doodled a frog sitting in his funny little amphibian hunch on one of the multitudinous papers strewn about the table before the guy sitting next to you glanced over, a huge smile spreading across his face before he suppressed laughter.
"I've been frogged!" That, of course, had him almost snorting in aborted amusement.
Wait...did that mean? "Oh, sorry, those were your notes, huh?" You asked in response, hand hitting your head lightly. "I got them mixed up, sorry for defacing your property. I can get you a new sheet if you were going to turn that in-"
"Nah," your neighbor, whose name was Mingyu if you remembered from roll call, held up a hand of both restraint and reassurance, "it's fine! I'm going to keep it. I love him. I think he needs a hat, though."
"Oh, I got it." This time, it was a brown marker you grabbed, quickly outlining and filling in a tiny cowboy hat for your creation. "There we go, how's that?"
This time, a full snort. "He looks handsome to me. What's his name?" Mingyu whispered as your professor drew a tad bit closer.
"Uh, Clint Eastwood?" You shrugged, having not exactly thought that far- in fact, not at all, the whole shindig starting at full zero thoughts, head empty.
"Well, I'll take him with me to every class I have," Mingyu replied, glancing fondly at the doodled frog before taking his pencil and drawing a fly between two pieces of bread, "and feed him, too."
At that, you exhaled a quietened laugh, smiling back as wide as he'd done.
"What? Wouldn't that be what a frog eats?"
You had to admit that it would be.
From that day on, you two added one or two things onto Clint Eastwood's page every class session. He had a top hat at the ready for dressing up, a little garden of flowers, a very badly drawn horse to ride, a soccer ball to play with, and a plate of the takeout Mingyu had just really wanted that day. You didn't even know what his major was. Maybe it was just sports. Could one go to school for simply basketball? Who knew? You guys didn't really talk, just drew and whispered and laughed about your froggy little world. Either way, to your simultaneous amusement and annoyance you found yourself really able to see the hype behind the legendary Kim Mingyu. For all the popularity, he was a good guy. And you know what, he was cute. But, like, heart cute. The face cute was just a bonus.
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"Hey (y/n), do you ever go to any games? I've never seen you at one," Mingyu mused as you strode out of class, backpacks loose over your shoulders.
"Well," you paused, letting your expression be cut by a half-joking, half-serious wince, "no offense, but I'm not a huge sports person? So I haven't gone because I don't have anyone to go with and it hasn't seemed worth the money. Not because of the game, just because of how much they charge for the ticke-”
"Hey, don’t worry, I get it," he laughed, "well, my little sister could use someone to go with, and the ticket would be on me. I save on buying them for myself because, well, you know."
"You're too busy slamming dunks or whatever it is basketball players do," you supplied.
"Depends on your position," Mingyu just chucklef in response, pushing the big silvery-painted fire exit-esque handle of the history building's double doors open.
"Basketball has positions?" You burst out incredulously, squinting both in confusion and at the onslaught of sunlight assaulting your eyes as you emerged past the threshold.
Another laugh. "Come and find out."
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The game was made more fun by knowing a player- it gave you something to care about as your eyes followed Mingyu's run along the smooth floors, the way he leapt to toss the ball to some guy just as tall or even taller than him. He really played with passion, passion and a clear sense of fun if his remarks on the court were any indication. His sister was pretty cool, too. She looked like a fashion model straight out of Seoul, but she was fun and sassy, not afraid to tease her big brother about the shot he missed when he ran up and greeted you at the sidelines or shoot a questioning look between you two as you told him to do it for Clint Eastwood, whom Mingyu replied was his good luck charm before shuffling back off on sneakers that squeaked against the floor.
Even though you didn't actually hang out with him the whole time, just at celebratory victory ice cream after, you came to history lecture the next session feeling closer to Mingyu, and he must have felt the same as he started talking to you instantly. You rarely initiated conversation, but always welcomed it.
He thanked you for coming to the game as if he hadn’t paid for it, then asked what your major was. You told him and bounced the question back. Turns out it was business, not sports. That history lecture was just GE you both had to get out of the way. The most interesting history lessons to you weren't generic national history or war maps, but all the odd sideline stuff like how some people believed huffing toilets might have helped them during the Black Plague.
"They what?" Mingyu asked, eyes widening and mouth agape as class commenced.
Maybe that was why people didn't really talk to you.
Such reflection was inaccurate, however, as you mindlessly doodled a ridiculous-looking bug-eyed dog on the now-shared note paper and Mingyu chuckled and gave it a collar, smiling when your glance upward met his eyes.
The moment you rose from your seat after lecture, notebook shoved back into your backpack and pencil case into one of the side water bottle holsters or whatever they were called, Mingyu started talking to you again, this time about how glad he was that he didn't join a fraternity like his teammate Johnny.
"Yeah, because see, this one guy just got so drunk he didn’t know where his car was and his girlfriend lost her nose ring, then another guy was sick and they threw him outside and he woke up in the cold locked out of the house, and the houses stink, too, like they smell so bad…”
"Yeah," you muttered, taking each of your bag straps in your hands this walk, palms sliding over the rough fabric, "dude, you couldn't pay me to live in one of those."
“…they’re practically taking after those Black Plague people!” He joked, bringing a smile to both your faces as he mimed taking a sniff, waving his hands in front of his nose and bursting into laughter.
“Except they should know better,” you added, shaking your head in amusement, “they need to get smart like you and I.”
He didn’t laugh, just nodded in approval. "Right? And everyone there has already hooked up with each other. I'm so tired of all that, too. That's not the kind of date I've been looking for, you know?”
In a sense, you did not know, being that none of your classmates had even hardly made conversation let alone a risqué pass, but you got it. Being as popular as Mingyu was, you’d seen how fellow students threw themselves at him sometimes. Had to get uncomfortable, especially if his facial expression at a few of them said anything. They weren’t usually very original, either, poor guy. He was just a clear end goal, and someone who loved his sister and his little drawings and celebrated with ice cream as often as cocktails and laughed at toilets didn’t deserve that. Mingyu wasn’t an ideal, he was a real person. Someone who just needed to have some damn fun for once.
“Sure. You need some- no, you deserve some- creativity. If it was up to me, I’d take you on a date like no other,” you joked, chuckling as your gaze rose back up to his eyes.
“You would?” At the sight of Mingyu’s eyes widening, you wondered if your phrasing had inadvertently crossed a line. Sure, you were totally willing, but- “Alright, just name a time.”
“Wait, really?” This time it was your turn to gape, one hand dropping off your backpack strap to fall to your side. Your heart picked up its pace. Never in a googolplex of years would you have thought Mr. It Boy K. Basketball would want a date with you. Being his friend was surprising enough.
“Yeah, of course. I think it’d be fun,” Mingyu beamed at you, “and I trust you. My sister likes you, too. If…if you really meant it, that is.” He added that last bit as his own gaze dropped and one hand reached up to rub the back of his neck.
Giggling shyly at his sudden sheepishness as well as the situation’s sheer absurdity, you tilted your head his way, smile melting back out of the shock. “Well, thanks, that actually…really means a lot. Get ready for an epic time, then!”
He cocked a brow, turning down between a row of potted trees toward the food court. “Have something in mind already?”
Actually, you did have something you always wanted to do if you could get someone else- it would look too weird to be the only one. Why not do it with Mingyu?
“Be afraid,” you nodded, smirking in satisfaction.
“Well then, how should I dress?”
“Just casual is fine,” you shrugged and teased, “we can’t all afford black tie, Mr. Business Major.”
“Fair enough,” he chuckled, still giving that wide smile you’d come to anticipate seeing, “Friday night?”
“Friday night,” you repeated.
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“Get ready for Friday Night Showdown!”
“Um, (y/n), this is the grocery store.”
Your lips turned upward proudly as you rotated from a fist pump into a Vanna White pose before the mart. “I know.”
“Are we…” Mingyu paused, clearly searching for words. “Fighting in here or something?”
“We are not,” you replied cryptically, looking all the more satisfied as you passed between the automatic doors, Mingyu at your side.
“Am I doing your shopping?” He looked at you with still-raised eyebrows, though amusement colored his expression.
“That would be messed up!” You denied, shaking your head. “Though admittedly funny.”
“Don’t get any ideas for date two!”
Your heart flipped at Mingyu’s easy smile, how casually he said that…the way he flushed and looked away the moment the words left his mouth. He was already thinking of your next date? Hope he likes seafood, you internally joked.
“Yeah, no shopping tonight unless you wanted some snacks. Because tonight,” you skipped over all the central aisles of kitchen supplies, soap, and dry goods, making a beeline for the meat section… well, more specifically the fish counter, “is all about the face-off.”
In a split second you caught Mingyu’s eyes dart down once more past rows of cans, bottles, jars of just about every color you could ask for, dancing over their numerical markers as if to say farewell to actual shopping. Then, his gaze was back on you, your gestures, over your shoulder to the tank at the end of the fish counter. The tank full of lobsters with big claws and small patience. His eyes met yours again. He knew. You could see it.
You nodded. “Oh yeah. Pick your champion.”
He twisted his cap around backwards, revealing his face, those big, innocent brown eyes, once more. “Uh, quick question: how do you suggest I keep mine straight from the others?”
He was asking in earnest. That was another thing you liked about Mingyu: not only did he possess childlike wonder beyond what somebody in his age and station in life probably should, he was also a bad liar in the purest, kindest of senses. He really, truly, had never had a grocery store lobster beatdown date, and he couldn’t fake interest if he tried. So now he wanted tips, advice you could give him as if you had already had loads of grocery store lobster beatdown dates. All you could do was smile back at the tall basketball player and every small kindness he’d shown you thus far. The way he’d simply seen you.
“Good question. Don’t they have different colored wristbands?”
He arched a brow, clearly fighting a snicker. “Different what?”
Pantomiming a band with one hand grabbing the other, you stuttered. “You know, the… the claw restraints! The wristbands!”
“I don’t think they have wrists, (y/n),” Mingyu teased, reaching over and ruffling your hair.
Well, of course you realize this means war. “Alright, you are on,” was all you said, eyes narrowing.
He perked up at that. “What’s the bet?”
“Winner gets to pick the next activity,” you reply, sauntering a few steps closer to the lobster tank and pointing to one with a purple band over its claws that was clearly ready to throw- well, for lack of better terminology- hands, “and I choose this one.”
“Well, in that case,” Mingyu returned to your side, arm pressed against yours as he peered into the tank, “the logical choice would be to pick the one in red in front of yours. May the best crustacean win.”
And at that, his competitive stare melted back into that boyish look as he turned to you. “…did that sound cool?”
It almost came out as a snort, you burst out laughing so violently. “That was legendary,” was all you could wheeze out.
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“Ha ha! I can’t believe it!” Mingyu grinned and bobbed up from his bent tank stare like an excited puppy, pumping the fist that wasn’t holding the mart beer can he’d bought as his lobster shoved yours away in victory.
The pair of crustaceans had been locked in claw-to-claw combat, tussling very slowly over nothing in particular but their proximal frustrations, and Mingyu’s had apparently vented harder, shoving yours back after some aggressive minutes. Mingyu had gotten into the fight, nudging you when something extra exciting happened and even providing commentary on sideline fights between sips.
First drawing a fly sandwich, then that. Truly, who'd've thunk?
“Neither can I," you mock-pouted, crossing your arms, "purple always wins."
"Says who?" Asked Mingyu, who leaned down closer to you, face mere inches from yours.
"Says me," you shrugged, feeling warmth spread across your face.
"Well, you know what?"
You could feel warmth of his breath ghosting faintly over your cheeks, your lips. "Wh- what?"
"As much as I enjoy a good bar," he leaned back a bit, clapping, "I did need something else. Something new. This was fun! Wanna go play basketball in the park? I bet we'll have the court to ourselves!"
There it was again. The reason everyone liked him. Movie love interest vibes, even beneath the oddly-tinted fluorescent lights of commerce. A smile like a boy on the body of a man. Probably not something they usually imagined to see over a lobster tank. Over hoops in the park, though? That tracked, even if it was a bit of a one-eighty from his breath fanning your face.
Beside any of that, he had won the right to choose.
"Sure," you smile, "let's keep your winning streak up."
And with a hand clasped around yours, that athletic strength was tugging you out the grocery store door to a rush of evening wind and the sound of mutual laughter.
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Basketball really was that man’s passion. Just about the only thing about it you knew about the sport was what a slam dunk was, but what different shots scored different points? You wanted to throw a three-pointer, but what was a three-pointer?
You learned what it was, what an assist was, that elbowing was illegal or something like that because every game had a reason to send the players to sports jail like grown-up cops and robbers.
You got the ball in the basket twice with no help, and that was achievement enough. Mingyu had ran across the court to high-five you both times as if you’d just won him a game. When you messed up the angle of another throw, he got behind you and, trying your best to focus with his chest flush against your back, you tried again and sent the ball sailing without the betrayal of the previous throw’s dramatic arc.
“So can we give Clint Eastwood a basketball now too?” Mingyu asked out of the blue, dropping to the concrete at your side, legs crossing and knees brushing.
“What,” you chuckled, “do you have him with you or something?”
Reaching into his jacket pocket, he pulled a small white square out and unfolded it to reveal the piece of lined notebook paper with margins full of marker and pencil scratch, most notably your hatted frog friend. He kept those notes in his pocket?
With the one not holding Clint, he ran a hand through his short black hair. “I do like to have him with me,” he answered with a tentative smile.
You twisted slightly, feeling your spine pop from its prior exertion, and remembered his words from the basketball game as he’d visited your seat, making you laugh with a failed attempt at spinning the ball on his finger. “As a good luck charm?”
He shook his head. “I think we’ve added something almost every time we’ve been together. He’s like a log of all the memories we share.” With that, he scooched closer to your side, his jacket falling over the folds of your own clothes slightly. “And I like our memories, Frog Girl.”
What could you say to that? “Frog Girl?” You just giggled, eyes on his.
“That’s right,” Mingyu nodded, “I can’t believe I would never have talked to you if you hadn’t drawn a frog.”
“Ah, college,” you sighed, tilting your head, “the golden years, and yet it’s so easy to ignore everyone else.”
“Well, no longer,” Mingyu shot back, gaze honing in on…well, you weren’t sure, but you liked it, “I figured out what I want to do with my victory wish.”
You smiled at the phrase ‘victory wish’, a term that was just so him. “I thought that was this.” For emphasis, you waved a hand along the court, feeling the night breeze that much more on the skin of your palm.
“Nope,” he shook his head, smirking as his eyes fell back on yours, “I didn’t say I was using it then, I just asked if you wanted to come out here and you said yes."
Well, coat you in flour and call you a biscuit. "You evil genius, you." At that, you gave a grin and a shake of your own head, unable to resist feeling a bit impressed. Man plays games, he picks up some strategy. You'd have to remember that.
"I prefer to think of myself as a nice genius," Mingyu said, and then, switching tones completely, doing another one-eighty to one sweet enough to make your heart swell, he continued, "and about my wish: can I kiss you? I can't think of a better way to end Friday Night Showdown."
Deathly afraid of saying something stupid, you answered by shifting from your crossed legs, folding them to the side as you sat up, knee resting slightly on the edge of his leg as you pressed your lips to his. The slick of his sports jacket between your fingers felt cool as you gripped it to hold both yourself and Mingyu in place as he surged forward into you. For his speed, his eagerness, his kiss was surprisingly soft, not digging too deep but just firmly holding you, treasuring you as if the feeling of your lips was about to fade. Oh, buddy, I'm not going anywhere, you murmured in your head against the feeling of his ever-so-slightly chapped lips.
And as he pulled away, separation painfully slow, deliberate, Mingyu looked you dead in the eyes, blinked at the sudden return of hazy park streetlight, and said “Wow.”
You nodded. “Wow.” Can’t believe how well those lobsters worked, you wanted to say. "You're full of surprises, Mr. Basketball."
“Mr. Basketball,” he mused, gaze briefly drifting from yours, then back. “I wasn’t sure you were going to be that into me, being so funny and smart and artistic and stuff, but I just couldn’t help myself. And boy am I glad for that,” he grinned.
For that, all you could do was kiss him again.
No more hoops were shot that night, only words tossed out with new glee as you, now wrapped in Mingyu’s jacket, pointed out lesser-known constellations, like the Dutch giraffe one or the Poop Deck. After all, you had a reputation to keep up on that date, and everyone had already seen the Big Dipper.
#seventeen#seventeen imagines#seventeen reactions#seventeen x reader#seventeen scenarios#mingyu#mingyu x reader#mingyu x female reader#female reader#college au#humor#fluff#let me know if y'all are into part 2 I have Ideas™ lmao
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survey time!! this is a froggie apocalypse survey!
if you are interested in participating, please send an ask to me and i will add you to the survey post! i will continue updating this post so get notifs on this post to stay updated if wanted!
note: “—“ is supposed to mean that the next part is a separate message! the opinions in red are honorable people who have given their opinions!
Our Cult Leader!! : @jonathanbyerspptd! their opinions on the cult they created: “The froggie cult is the best cult in existence, if you don't join you're not slay” // their motives with the cult: “I plan to rule the world”
@therealmattduffer - “I like it.”
@iampapa - “it's amazing, i just think it's really cute idk —— frogs r cool”
@name-doggo - “It's certainly the Best Apocalypse yet in Byler Nation. I hope it actually lasts more than a Day this time, AND that we get at least one of the actors to notice.”
@gareth-emerson-chews-drumsticks - “i am a huge fan, thinking of joining myself. frog mike is unlike any other mike apocalypse done before — stunning. amazing. beautiful. talented. show stopping. never done before.”
@bylercakeanon - “I think it's quite wholesome, I enjoy seeing the silly little frogs everywhere”
@l0v3c0r3e - “omg hii! Froggie apocalypse as in fully taking over the byler tag if so i 100% support that idea lmao”
@tired-bisexual-brainrot - “froggie apocalypse is great and i love it 🐸🫶 — it’s a million times better than the b*ld m*ke epidemic 😷”
@idkbitchssss - “This is the first cult I’ve been apart of, so it’s pretty cool. I love frogs and byler, so I’m loving the cult.”
@wibble-wobbegong - “i’m not sure if i’ll join but you guys have my full support, froggie apocalypse is the peace love and kindness we needed around here — love you guys <33”
@theyaregayyourhonor - “Frog onsie Mike cult. It's hopefully going to enter the history of tumblr with mishapocalypse. It's just a whole mood that you should most definitely adapt in to your life. Also I swear you going to find a onsie Mike for your taste. There is Evil One! (And Will in frog onsie too)”
@m1kedefendr - “the best cult by far in byler nation. froggie mike is everything. I couldn’t wish for a better cult to be in, we will rule the tag and someday the world”
@prettyboybyers - “The froggie cult is an amazing group of people and I'm so happy thay so many people joined”
@theosgaylittlethoughts - “froggie cult is love
froggie cult is life
we live for froggie cult
we breathe for froggie cult
all hail froggie”
@ikwhatyouaremikewheeler - “And honestly I like the cult, it's very nice”
@shreya11111 - “i love the cult!! it’s such a cute idea and i love being a part of it :) it’s sm better than bald mike imo (also makes more sense) and it’s also the first cult i’ve been part of on here <3”
@frdustinhenderson - “i think the froggie cult is a beautiful thing and i will fight anyone who doesn’t /j”
@stevegoodhairharrington -“i think its neat :)”
@whathappened-inthe-bylertag - “Sure thing byler nation citizen. Those of us at the news station are glad that this cult is wholesome and not as horrifying as bald mike. The picture is funny. And the matching Will one is as well. Keep up the good work”
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oh yeah tumblr officially meet Gerard Kermit Frogariel Charlie Frederick Naveen Arnold Thomas von Lilypad the Third, Froggie or Gerard for short!
I put his names in a slightly different order every time I introduce him and his number is also different (third, second, seventh, sixteenth, etc,) because I am easily amused by this.
He is named, of course, after all the great frogs I have known, including Prince Gerard of Greenleigh, Kermit the Frog, Bogariel Frogariel, my much-beloved pet frog from childhood Charlotte (herself named after the famous spider), Prince Naveen of Disney fame, and Thomas after my brother’s tradition of naming every stuffed animal he ever got Tom-Animal (Tom-Frog, Tom-Dino, etc. He had a much loved Tom-Frog whom I had to pay homage to with my own frog’s name.) Frederick is included because it’s an excellent name for a frog and because Prince Gerard of Greenleigh named his frog friend(s) Fred, and Arnold is for Arnold Lobel, author of the wonderful Frog and Toad books.
If anyone has any other great frogs of literature or history who should be included in Gerard’s name, let me know because I would love to add them!!
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I posted 6,541 times in 2022
That's 4,575 more posts than 2021!
886 posts created (14%)
5,655 posts reblogged (86%)
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I tagged 5,137 of my posts in 2022
Only 21% of my posts had no tags
#hetalia - 1,189 posts
#not a reblog for once - 740 posts
#froggi rambles - 523 posts
#hws england - 426 posts
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#history - 155 posts
Longest Tag: 139 characters
#yeah it’s the merchant au but i’m not entirely sure i’ll ever actually post it cuz i’m really self-conscious about it as it is currently 😭
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
France: back when you used to speak French—
England: it wasn’t French
France: what? Yes it was
England: it wasn’t, it was Anglo-Norman
France: THAT’S FRENCH
England: NO IT ISN’T
Portugal:
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Certified best UK bro
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#3
I’m so happy for Ukraine and so proud of Sam Ryder for getting second place, I actually feel a little bit of pride tonight as a Brit which is a first I’m so happy we lost to such great musicians
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#2
There is no heterosexual explanation for anything in this chapter
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My #1 post of 2022
Please give the poor man a seat, he’s hurt his leg
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Duality Headcannons
Felix has read Homestuck and kins Karkat Vantas. He also ships Davekat.
Felix has gone to Pride marches at various different points in history dressed in full drag. He also has a track record for punching bigots in the face, including, but not limited to: sexist, racist, homophobic and transphobic people.
Felix's drag name is Sequenza Orgazma and Mercy's is Edge-ger Allen Hoe. If Tristen did drag, his username would be Toxic Tucker.
Felix's favourite song is Tiimmy Turner - Desiigner. He doesn't understand the song, he just likes the beat.
One of Felix's favourite pasttimes is cryptid hunting. He has met mothman in person and the two have gone for coffee.
Mercy cried when Lil Peep and Chester Benninngton died.
Mercy cries at the ending of Dead Poets Society every single time he rewatches it. (This man cries at least 4 times a week, and 3 out of the 4 times Dead Poets Society is the reason for it.)
Mercy also kins Todd Anderson.
Tristen has been sending Felix a subscription box filled with dog shit every month for at least six years. Every time, in retaliation, Felix has filled Tristen's pool with orbeez (except for that one time he filled it with water spiders.)
Felix supports and respects sex workers.
Ava-Lynn is a sex worker and definitely has an OnlyFans.
Felix supports and respects Ava-Lynn, partly because he is a decent human being and partly because he fears that if he so much as looked at Ava wrong she would cut his dick off (he's not wrong.)
Mercy sings Welcome To The Black Parade - MCR up to the lyrics "the beaten and the damned" while washing his hands to time himself.
Felix watches Jacksepticeye religiously and owns various different limited edition official Jacksepticeye merch. He has also been featured on Meme Time.
Mercy never left his emo phase (duh.)
Alannah plays Animal Crossing. She has an obsession with froggy chair and her favourite villagers are Lily and Beau.
Mercy has a crush on Charlie Dalton and Francis Abernathy that resulted from him attempting to join the Dark Academia community. He is also DA tumblr famous.
Felix has read, watched and enjoyed Twilight. He doesn't understand why so many people hate it but will take this to his grave.
Nobody in Duality supports J. K. Rowling's transphobia. Not even Tristen.
Felix has made a worm on a string wall at least once in his lifetime.
Felix has fought God and won.
Felix would rather set himself on fire than admit he enjoyed the Twilight series.
Mercy's breakdown song is Trapdoor by Twenty One Pilots.
Both Mercy and Felix have indulged in the fanfic side of Wattpad more times than either would like to admit. Mercy has also written some of the worst, most popular fics on Wattpad (and is still trying to live it down.)
Felix buys a 50 pack of worm on strings from Amazon a year. This man is obsessed.
Felix has the John Cena hotline on speed dial.
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