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for every 🥝 i get, i’ll recommend a blog i love
OOOOOOO I LOVE!!!!! ten emojis -> ten blogs
everything's under the cut ⤵️
@a-dash-in-the-middle resident holden caulfield (just kidding, dash is todd anderson 🥰) you can't NOT like her blog because it is genuinely the most interesting, fantastical, versatile place on earth. it's like if the maze from the shining was starring in a fantasy or sci-fi film instead of a stephen king adaptation. the award for the most original tag essays goes toooooooo. dash always has something thought-provoking and brilliant to say. (even though she doesn't see it that way, but that's why she's todd) maddeningly creative. book recs are her weapons. if you check out her blog you'll probably encounter a bunch of dragons she adopted. (also her son is logan huntzberger 👀)
@brian-ur-bruh THE LEGEND!!!!! steve the hair harrington has nothing on jules. fiercely unique, KILLER MUSIC TASTE, wonderfully artistic and all in all an exceptional person. i call jules jules because of julian casablancas, need i say more? worships the only band ever aka the clash (here's the famous side blog: @capital-radio-three) fantastic guitar player!!!!! (did this amazing cover of "someday" with his band which he should brag about waaaaay more than he does)
@all-seeing-ifer JO MARCH OF TUMBLR!!!!!! the only person who i would trust with jo and laurie. talking with isabel is like sitting on the porch of your childhood house with your best friend, sharing a drink and feeling content with how everything turned out in the end. poetic watching the orange orange orange sunset kind of thing. just pure comfort and all things theatre. never fails to bring a smile on my face and continues to amaze me with their indescribable kindness and cleverness.
@paradigmx soooo easy to talk to. real cool (XTC FAN!!!!!!) and insightful. crazy smart. understands my detail-oriented craziness. will probably end up enriching your watchlist. you thought fox mulder was a fictional character? no, it's @paradigmx
@nightofthelivingpoet THE ROBERT TO MY ZOË!!!!!!! once accidentally bullied her into making a little women side blog. we are both rory gilmore-coded and will probably be crazy about academics all over your dash. say weird stuff like 🌌i love studying🌌. gracie's blog -> an enchanted forest. 99% sure that my rob pattz here is a time traveller. (it's ok i am too 🤭)
@quaffles-with-syrup MY PARTNER IN FANDOM CRIME!!!!! you might be familiar with stephen king's it, but only the two of us GET it yk? the ben hanscom to my stanley uris. immaculate energy. can change the world just by existing naturally. made out of bookish-ly real magic and correct opinions.
@wilsoncology UNDERSTANDS MY LOVE FOR MEDICINE, I AM SMILING SO BRIGHT RN!!!!! i just think of our likestorm-ing sessions and my day is already made. showers me with pictures of lisa cuddy which is the most you can do for tumblr user jochase really. wonderful artist, wonderful scientist, makes amazing edits, reblogs amazing content. don't think they realise how cool they are, but no worries i'll make the entirety of tumblr write poems about my fellow rsl enthusiast so it's fine <3
@crystalclrs is into everything i'm into, i make a profession out of stalking beth's blog (it's not my fault it's basically an art gallery????) could singlehandedly fly the tardis, i'm sure of it
@jonismitchell just thinking about arden's writing is making me tear up :") (check out her substack) every single word that she's written and i read is a part of this captivating, relatable, heartfelt mosaic of all things exceptional i keep in a special brain pocket of mine.
@freakwiththeknifecollection my daily dose of comfort is completely dependent on emily!!!! brighter than a sunflower, kinder than peeta mellark and as cool as jo harvelle. 🥰
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Creators I love you but it's time to wake up
Among rumors about our tumblr user data being sold off to Midjourney/Generative AI, recent Extremely transphobic events (that have been ongoing) coming to a head, another extremely concerning internet censorship bill being pushed in upper levels of government, and a general air of frustration over how the site belongs to and is operated by perhaps the second stupidest CEO (second only to twitters own) of our age, I'm very done with the last few vestiges of what the old internet held for artists.
And if you're reading this, you probably are too.
I know we're tired. We are all tired. It is not always viable to pack up shop and move, again and again and again.
From tumblr to twitter to anywhere else we've ever grown up posting, things no longer work. Our audiences are kneecapped by aggressive and hostile algorithms, our reach is abysmal - if we aren't shadow-banned or silenced for one (transphobic) reason or another, we're thrust into an ever growing pit of hostility where the only thing that drives clicks is fighting and contention.
We're tired. We're so fucking tired. We aren't businesses, we aren't content mills, we cannot keep this pace that modern social media has set for us, to wring every ounce of creativity out of us to profit from and leave us rotting.
The key to staying afloat here, and I cannot stress this enough, is to stay connected to your peers.
Pack up and move as units if you must. Exodus from the sites that are killing us. Push your entire friend group of artists to move from one site to the next that promises you a kinder experience.
Art drives movements, it drives change, it is all that encompasses being human. If you take that away from the shitty places, they will be left with nothing but a cesspit of inhumanity and the people who follow you will be more incentivized than ever to move with you.
Yes, this is terrifying. There are no guarantees. There never was, and never are, and never will be.
But stay connected. Stay human.
Support each other and be willing to hold hands and jump when we all - as a group - need to jump from the flames we're all trying to convince ourselves wont kill us before rescue comes.
Rescue isn't coming, rescue will be found hand in hand with each other. I'm offering you my hand, please take it. There's always a new start, there are always helping hands reaching for you. You have to look up from the doom-scroll long enough to see and take them.
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i finished The Inheritance Games last night (which was great fun, i recommend it) and now i'm in my feels cuz it's another series about brothers and their relationship and them against the world, and the Hawthorne brothers remind me so so strongly of the Lynch brothers
but in a way it felt like the comfort to the dreamer trilogy hurt because the Hawthorne brothers TRUST each other, and it ended up highlighting just how much the Lynch brothers don't
how much intimacy and comfort and support they missed out on by having so many secrets and so much bad blood between them
now i'm SAD
the Hawthorne brothers were feeding meeeee with all their dumb brotherly shenanigans and inside jokes and little childhood rituals and all the stuff that i wanted so bad for the Lynches to have, but they just didn't cuz we never got to see them when they were actually getting along with each other
where are their childhood code words? the secret handshakes? the pacts they made and still hold to to this day even though they're super stupid? the inside jokes and embarrassing stories they drag out over and over again?
the were friends once, and the series ends with them friends again, but we never actually get to SEE it 😭
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A message to the recent & future transgender pick-mes.
If you’re a trans pick-me (no matter where you align with gender) there’s a special place in Hell just for you & I don’t even believe in Hell. Having trauma isn’t excusing your actions of going out of your way to hurt other people actively. It explains that it comes from a place of hurt potentially or you’re just turning into a rage-bait influencer because it makes you money. Either way you come after trans people who don’t do being trans exactly like you so they “aren’t really trans.” You get a taste of the right-wing rage-bait money pot & you wanna keep going because money & maybe some weird part of you thinks this will save you from transphobic attacks? Honey, we’re all just fags to them no matter how we look or act. Even if you’re a cis person not following the norm or unaware of the politics of it all, you’re still just a faggot to them who they will eventually want to snuff out. I’m saying this as a tranny fag just to be clear! You can’t be playing these exclusion games & thinking it’s going to make you powerful! Even Milo Yionnapolis or whatever that fucker’s name was got dropped by the Trump Administration! They do not like us & they never will like us! Democrat, republican, whatever it is; if it’s capitalist, it doesn’t like us! No matter how much you lick those boots, it’ll do you no good. You’re a faggot/tranny just like me & the rest of us, that’s how these suits see it & always will see it no matter how much you try to prove “I’m one of the good ones.” They aren’t going to save you, we’re all on the chopping block to them no matter what our politics are. These government folks don’t see any of us as “one of the good ones.” Get over yourself, grow the fuck up, and stand side-by-side with your transsexual siblings! All we have is each other, these cis people aren’t shit! 💜 Down with cis! 💜
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statnick? spare statnick???
OKAY SO this is elaborating on an idea i had like years ago that i drew (the art of nick cradling static man's face) but i thought itd be really interesting for there to be a post-left of the dial / season 4 pitch fanfic where nick is trying to make another ritual, but he keeps failing at it - maybe theres more brutal consequences, but some just fizzle out completely. theres this dichotomy building of the two of them getting closer as friends but also a sense of not wanting to disappoint the other person - nick promised static man a body, and static man promised to be his protector and collaborator. with no rituals to do and no enemies to fight, both struggle to admit defeat or connect to the other on a personal level.
after months, nick has exhausted his fathers library, and the small collection of reading materials hes bartered for from other sorcerers. as a last ditch attempt, nick says fuck it, i have dads money burning a hole in my pocket, lets travel the world and try find a ritual.
so it becomes an extended trip, kinda like left of the dial, but all over the place - first the states, driving around in the same car they used 10 months ago on the blacktop, then to mexico, chile, and bolivia - then to france, to germany, to italy and spain and then egypt, syria, turkey, then pakistan, nepal, and the torres strait islands. whatever sparse luggage nick bought with him, he suddenly finds himself having to buy another suitcase just for the books and textiles and trinkets he buys along the 9 weeks they spend doing a tour around the world, following tips from other people connected to magic along the way.
all the while, nick is searching, but more than that, hes reconnecting with the human beings around him. he used to be a shut in before all the magic, and he got even worse after it, so getting out and meeting people and getting into mischief is a breath of fresh air, all the while, bringing static man along for the journey when he can make excuses for the being made of static walking next to him
eventually, they find their answers, and its so simple, but nick wasnt thinking outside himself for so long he didnt realise it - he couldnt help static man because he was impure, carrying around magical baggage and trauma on the inside, festering in his flesh, and being unable to help because of it. and that same magical rot inside nick is what static man is covered in - dark magic, gnashing teeth, entropy - and it is like dirt sticking to both of them
so he comes up with a ritual - for a week, he drinks dandelion tea 3 times a day, he meditates in the sun, he fills the house with soft music, and he thinks hard about humanity, all for static man.
then, he buys a clawfoot bathtub and drags it to the basement, fills it with water and jojoba oil and dandelion leaves and a litre of his own blood that turns it black as night - there is soft-burning incense and the very beginning rays of dawn poking through the small window just above ground level. static man sits in the tub, or whatever the approximation he can do with his mass to appear to be sitting, and nick starts
and its simple - static man suddenly comes into awareness of flesh under static - a body buried. nick washes away the cloying static from the man underneath, and it feels like peeling dead skin, like sensation before pain, all sensitivity and raw edges
it takes hours, the water is long cold by the time theyre done, but when they are, the water is crystal clear, and static man is static no longer.
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