#i don't know you but i love you

[never-ending-fanfic]

Someone asked me about my disability pride flag pin and what it meant 🥹♥️

Thank you, the nicest bakery lady I ever met

#I don't know you but I love you #disability pride flag #disability pride #disability #adhd #neurodivergent #neurodiversity #disabilities

[schuylerpeck]

Hey, the half-frozen rain kisses my cheeks and I love you.

Pushed out of the darkness by a street~lamp, the vermilion flame of a maple tree mimics the soul of a dancer I fell in love with, both flame and fae, dangerously mesmerising and seemingly perfectly unaware of their power. On the countertop, a crate overfilled with persimmons mimics the forgotten treasure of a retired pirate. On my messy desk, the half-used square of red watercolour mimics something too, I'm sure, but its dreams are just out of my reach.

Winter comes back and some days feel like I'm spinning, endlessly circling back to the same movements, the same words, the same ideas. More and more, I'm okay with that. I love in circles, doesn't it make sense that I tell it in circles as well ?

I go back to familiar songs, thinking about voices lost and found again. Back to feeling gentle, thinking about the numerous times unknown children came fearlessly to greet me. Back to the water, thinking about a dreamed creek gifted to a stranger I've grown fond of. And going round and round doesn't feel so bad when it brings back the words, the kindness and the beloved places. The leaves keep falling, uncaging the sky, and my heart turns fire red, dedicated to keeping me warm but willing also to help me try and keep others warm.

And my gifts for you today, for no other reason than we're here in this world at the same time, are a bright red flame, a universe full of circles and the promise that circling back isn't necessarily a bad thing.

I hope you sleep tight, when night reaches you. I don't know you but I love you.

Hey, there’s a mug of coffee for you on the table and I love you.

are you staying warm? do you have plans to go home? are you there already, laughing at the end of a dining room table or helping family in the kitchen? the wind picked up last night and covered the west coast in a blanket of frost. I wandered out in it this morning, not wanting to break the hushed air, not wanting to touch the spotless snowbanks, but just to sit and exist beside it for a while. across the country, my dad calls, frustrated in a congested vein of traffic. under his annoyance, I can hear the car radio play the same holiday station, hosted by the same sweet voice my siblings and I fondly remember. “may this season bring you so much happiness, from Delilah.”

when I talk about what I want for my life, I know my dreams seem much smaller. the room we’ve been given to dream, the futures that might lie ahead don’t seem to hold the sparkle we were promised, but I will still make something beautiful of this, if only to my eyes. my dad wonders why I would ever leave the city. my friends wait to hear what else might follow, what big vision might match my excitement. a small corner of somewhere, I hammer away an afternoon fixing up the stairs. a summer the room smells like fresh paint, a shade of blush. a neighborhood fox I wave to, glowing red in the snow. the wood-paneled pub a few friends and I will meet in for birthday parties or trivia some Tuesday nights. a favorite window I’ll write from. listening to the radio, watching the world again, happy to exist beside it.

yes, I’m sad there might be things I never see. no, this doesn’t mean I’m giving up yet. but I’m finding contentment is not far from where I rest my shoes. and maybe that feels like the biggest thing I can give me. more than all the futures that had been decided for me, this finally feels like mine. a wish I’m sending for you too, though I’m sorry if it looks silly, I wasn’t quite sure how to wrap it. a sense, maybe when winter comes back around, and hopefully sooner of course, that you might untie your boots, look up for a moment, and feel a warm rush of love for where you are — that we both might unfurl our scarves, wherever we might be, and feel at home. it’s my gift to you (though the mail may take a while to reach you) if for no other reason than we are here in this world at the same time.

goodnight, you, I hope you sleep tight when night reaches you. I don’t know you, but I love you.

#I don't know you but I love you #idkybily #poetry #poems #winter

[reinamycloud]

I just needed to tell you I’ve been binging all of your HA! Fics and by GOD my childhood ship is real and you dear author have made it so. God it’s all soooo so so good. The way you write Helga as soft but so strong and Arnold as so whipped but still honest about how to two of them clash it’s everything. They’re both so down bad for each other and it’s such a fuckinf pleasure to read. More then just characterization the pure SKILL of the writing is everything. It’s so captivating. Your way with words is something to be not only admired and held to high acclaim but something to study— I wanna pick it apart and just eat it. It’s so good. God. Everything is so so good. From one writer to another I just had to let u know. Love the work, keep writing ❤️❤️❤️

First of all, let me apologize for responding to this so late. 🙏

I don't even have words right now, seriously. Your message made my freaking year, okay. I'm not even joking. I want to bury it inside me and let it live there forever like a benevolent tapeworm. I seriously needed this and I can't thank you enough for it.

You're a beautiful person and I wish only the best things for you in life. May your creative juices flow eternally, and your pillow always be cool, and a mosquito never bite you again.

Thank you so much.

#bruh i'm crying #i don't know you but i love you #please accept a bone-crushing virtual hug from me #*TACKLES* #*SQUISHES* #*GLOMPS* #psyching myself up to start writing again #it's been so long and i'm so rusty #telling my insecurity demon to stfu #askbox #writing

[aphroditelovesu]

I love you.

I love you too ❤️❤️

~ Lady L

#❤️❤️ #I don't know you but I love you #really #i love you too anon

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The math just adds up!

#dungeon meshi #falin touden #marcille donato #farcille #I always loved how chapter 27 ends with them both so bloody and 28 starts with them in the bath. #not just because of how iconic the bathtub moment is but because you know they had to scrap off so much gore first. #I think everyone in the party took a very long and methodical bath but Falin was basically *all* blood*. #Being covered in blood is one of those 'just girly things' that women deserve to stop being shamed about. #I just don't think Chilchuck is progressive enough. He probably made them take a bath first B*/ #Okay jestering aside I want to just highlight - #The magnitude of Marcille's joy at seeing her dearest friend again! Of holding her and sharing her presence in the same room! #Something about this reunion feels like a beautiful dream you are afraid of waking up from...

[0sbrain]

alternatives for ai to design ocs

hero forge

picrew

the fucking sims 4

your local furry artist

bitmoji

shitty photoshoped collage

DeviantArt bases

zepeto

making edits of your favorite character

searching "dress up game" on the app store

learning how to draw

#anti ai #“but im an uwu soft bean and i don't know how to draw” #then learn? #you know you can create right you are capable of more than just “consuming” #im not saying you need to train to be the best artist in the world or that you need to pursue a future in the art industry #you don't need to be perfect you just need to try #that feeling of needing things done right now only works to alienate you from the labor behind the things you love

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

#almost wrote the champagne line as ''effervescent'' but legit could not write it without saying ''effervescent like a snail'' #ah tumblr... #writeblr #warm up #idk . having trouble writing rn #ps i don't like to talk about it . it is my medical information. but before you ask. yes this is about being on the spectrum #i really don't like when ppl make my writing about how im [whatever ID]. i want it to ring true for the people who it rings true for #i don't want it to be like ''awwwww look at this person!!! she's the EXCEPTION!!! :)" ..... #no.... not really..... #idk something gross happens whenever i admit to certain conditions and i turn into like inspiration p*rnography #like yes they actually let us use keyboards these days #furthermore i just... dont feel comfortable talking about this part of me. i had too bad of a childhood. adhd is one thing... #this one im like. still coming to terms with. which is like. my own journey. #idk. just please be kind. some things are more private than others. this one feels private to me. #i do not know how to help others w/this . and i do not know how to help myself. i will talk about it if im ever ready. idk if that will #actually ever happen #ty in advance i love u im kissing you we are kissing somewhere on the spectrum

[marxstradamus]

Kirk was a real one for this

#this is me when ppl don't like trek #iykyk #and if you don't know I can't help you #but trust me love wins #trek #tos #star trek #kirk #uss enterprise #she is a beautiful lady #and i do love her

[secondbeatsongs]

source

#titan #titan submersible #oceangate #titanic #the titanic #''catastrophic implosion'' is how they're describing it #they have no idea if they can recover anything because of how deep it was #they also don't know yet when it imploded #I will say. the way they're wording this #it probably imploded before people started looking #they keep saying their listening devices would have heard an implosion #but that it did definitely implode #destiel meme #I love you meme #destiel confession meme #what is this meme actually called #I realize I have no idea

[magnusbae]

To illustrate this post by @mayahawkse I would like to visualize to you the difference:

A post in 2023:

A post in 2014:

A zoom out of the same post:

This is what a community looks like.

See how in 2023 almost all of the reblogs come from the OP, from their few hours/days in the tag search. Meanwhile in 2014 the % of reblogs from OP is insignificant, because most of the reblogs come from the reblogs within the fandom, within the micro-communities formed there. You didn't need to rely on tags, or search, or being featured. Because the community took care of you, made sure to pass the work between themselves and onto their blog and exposed their followers to it. It kept works alive for years.

It's not JUST the reblog/like ratio that causing this issue, it's the type of interaction people have. They're content with scrolling and liking the search engine, instead of actually having a reblogging relationship with other blogs in their community.

Anyways, if you want to see more content you like, the only true way to make it happen is to reblog it. Likes do not forward content in no way but making OP feel nice. Reblogs on the other hand make content eternal. They make it relevant, they make it exist outside of a fickle tumblr search that hardly works on the best of days.

If you want more of something, reblog it.

#i said i wont ever rant about this bc it's unseemly but HONESTLY. #you simply cannot complain about not having enough of A or B or C and then never reblog / interact with the content you love. #If you LOVE something you cannot just leave a like and silently wait for more to happen #I know countless of content creators that simply stopped doing art/writing fic/making edits #You need to understand that fandom content is made FOR the fandom FOR the engagement FOR the entertainment and fun it makes. #If a content creator does not have fun IN the fandom-- why would they spend the scares free time they have on making this content? #And we're not talking about things that you don't like-- no one expects you to reblog things you don't like. #However I think it's safe to say that when a post has more than 5k it's not some random shitpost with no value. #tumblr issues #tumblr #content creators #buns.txt #something something please don't starve your local clowns

[coolerdracula]

saying “visual style" because, for example, if you would swap your current wardrobe for an identical, ethically made counterpart, there would be no visible change

#bearer of the curse #polls #I said a lot bc I don't wear a lot of what I enjoy due to sensory stuff and also like ... ethical considerations #btw I made this post bc I really don't like how some people think that people 'dress boring' simply bc theyre boring #like. fashion is not as accessible as it should be! to most people! #so i wanted to see how people felt #also fat people I love you I know a massive part of this inaccessibility is fatphobia in the fashion industry

[schuylerpeck]

Hey, my little trip feels like a pilgrimage and I love you.

Getting off the train, my feet brought me on a familiar path before I even realised. The sundial that marked the "almost~there" threw me out of my reverie and I tried to go further, regretting it with every step forward. It felt like these dreams you try to force back after the alarm was snoozed, five more minutes of fighting to keep the story on track. It never works well enough and I stopped when I saw the apartment block at the end of the street, not knowing what I was looking for anyway: the flat, the old piano and the furniture had been sold years ago.

Don't you wish you could knock at a stranger's door and say "Someone I lost but still love lived there, and there's a ghost of the child I was in this place. I'd like to offer them to leave with me, can I enter"? I wish, but in this world we can't, and this echo of little me will stay there, running in the corridor laughing, haunting someone else instead of me. Still, I hope their joy will be heard.

I never liked nor hated this city before, but now it holds hostage both an unfinished story and many memories. It's not a healing, more a bandaid, to roam in the museum, forgetting to eat or drink, finding peace for a few hours hidden at the heart of a place that smells of grief and grime, a place on which I can't extend any forgiveness yet.

But I come back again and again, despite, in hope the laughter of a friend can lift this fog, in hope eight thousand voices can mend my heart for a little while. And they do live up to my hopes: softened by their light, my heart gets torn open by a line in unison —A moment for the poet's play, until there's nothing left to say— and appeased by another —Come on in, the fire's warm, dull the blade and dance some more.

There's something about crowds singing together, isn't there? So along with the safe harbour of slightly cracked paintings, this something I can't seem to pinpoint will be my gift for you today, for no other reason than we're here in this world at the same time. I hope you sleep tight, when night reaches you. I don't know you but I love you.

Hey, the heater kicks on and I love you.

the sky yawns blue after 3PM and I race to get all my best living in before the sun sets. in the last few weeks, I’ve grabbed coffee with a writer I admire, watched the snow fall in bright flakes from a warm bookstore with a friend, and woken up in the middle of the night to feel the dog sneak closer into my arms. this bliss — this joy in feeling at the steering wheel of my life. saying I've decided to take the scenic route, but finding eighteen wrong ways of getting there. taking a hill too quickly and bracing when the earth beneath me groans and gives; realizing the driver’s seat can be terrifying.

sadness feels too sticky to write about, though with every letter, I love to watch the picture of you grow clearer and want to honor your honesty with my own. there’s a book of poems I’m writing. I’m proud of it. when I flip through the pages, even as pencil- and tear-stained as they are now that I’m elbow-deep in editing, I think it may be the most important thing I’ve ever done, but it also feels like tracing the outline of a gash the skin hasn’t stitched over fully yet. I don’t know if I can stand raw to the world, let alone in the solitude of my room.

have you ever felt too stained by the world, by your past, you don’t know where to begin in washing it away? I know we were here before everything could touch us. I know we are still here, still ourselves, resting just beneath this feeling. there’s a mineral spring not far from this road. let me patch up the tires and we can wade there for a while. this spot in the hot bath of the earth, to sit in the quiet and let the weight of what we carry lift a little, is my gift to you, if for no other reason than we’re here, experiencing the happiness and pain life has to offer in this world at the same time. we can breathe in the steam and watch the canopy move above us, held in the forest’s palm. we can talk about it all or we don't have to say a thing. the trees will keep watch for us. let’s close our eyes.

I hope you sleep tight, when night reaches you. I don’t know you, but I love you.

#idkybily #this is made me tear up with every read #thank you #i don't know you but i love you #poetry #poems

[time-to-write-and-suffer]

I love how on Tumblr, "media literacy" has become "Um, just because someone writes about this doesn't mean they're endorsing this. I hate all these media puritans ruining everything."

I'm sad to inform you that knowing when and whether an author is endorsing something, implying something, saying something, is also part of media literacy. Knowing when they are doing this and when they're not is part of media literacy. Assuming that no author has ever endorsed a bad thing is how you fall for proper gander. It's not media literacy to always assume that nobody ever has agreed with the morally reprehensible ideas in their work.

Sometimes, authors are endorsing something, and you need to be aware when that happens, and you also need to be aware when you're doing it as an author. All media isn't horny dubcon fanfic where you and the author know it's problematic IRL but you get off to it in the privacy of your brain. Sometimes very smart people can convince you of something that'll hurt others in the real world. Sometimes very dumb people will romanticize something without realizing they're doing it and you'll be caught up in it without realizing that you are.

Being aware of this is also media literacy. Being aware of the narrative tools used to affect your thinking is media literacy. Deciding on your own whether you agree with an author or not is media literacy. Enjoying characters doing bad things and allowing authors to create flawed or cruel characters for the sake of a story is perfectly fine, but it is not the same as being media literate. Being smug about how you never think an author has bad intentions tells me you're edgy, not that you're media literate. You can't use one rule to apply to all media. That's not how media literacy works. Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Aheem heem. Anyway.

#anyway this is just more of that lefty shit where 'well i can't be racist because i'm gay!' #'well i can't be media illiterate because i love villains!' #not how that works babes #'well I KNOW bad from good so i can't be affected by media!' #'everyone else also knows bad from good and defines it the exact way i do!' #'so if i think this is bad then the author must also think this is bad!' #i have bad news .... #also how do you know bad from good? who taught you that? hmm? #did you fall out of the womb knowing? or did you pick up some things on the way here? #'i just know' no you don't! that's what i'm saying! #assuming one thing is always true is the opposite of being a conscious consumer of media soz #assuming someone thinks and knows the exact same shit you think and know is not media literacy!!

[muppetfreak]

Mr. Riordan, it is truly a pleasure getting to experience your second draft.

#seriously tho what an amazing thing for an author #to get to revisit your series years later #and get to make all the tweaks now that you know exactly where the story is going #to go back with your theme crystalized in your head and say 'ok now this time on purpose!' #kiddo and I are enjoying the PJO series immensely #love demigods #wish adhd was real #now excuse me while I add 9 billion tags #percy jackson #pjo tv show #pjo #rick riordan #percy jackson and the olympians #disney+ #pjo series #percy jackson tv show #does this need to be tagged as a spoiler? I don't feel like it does #the suggested hashtag being spelled wrong is just *chefs kiss* #love that for us #anyway if this needs another tag tell me

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

#dungeon meshi #chilchuck tims #senshi #laios touden #marcille donato #izutsumi #oyasumi punpun #<- In case you are wondering what the source for the little bird guy is. #Yeah that's right. I'm back to my extremely obscure crossover BS. #Punpun is one of those series that falls under the category of 'Good! but I cannot responsibly recommend this to anyone." #If Dungeon Meshi is like a friend asking you to go on a quick errand and you accidently go on a life changing roadtrip - #Punpun is your friend asking to go on a quick errand and they pull up to the vet and tell you your dog is being put down. #Then they explode into sludge. Melting your car. You hitchhike back but the person who picked you up is an axe murderer. #I could not finish it. My friends who did say it was good. But agree it was for the best I did not finish it. #Hey speaking of tone twists...We are one episode away from one of my favourite chapters being animated! #WHO'S READY FOR THE SENSHI BACKSTORY! WHO IS READY TO CRY! #ME! I AM! I spooked my flatmate with how energetic I was this morning. I'm vibrating with energy I was not designed to contain. #I should talk about today's episode here: It was very good. I love how they animated the familiars. #And!!! Anime only people now are in the loop on the Chilchuck lore. Part 1 of many. He still contains multitudes. #They all do to be honest! If this episode told us anything it was that we still don't know these characters as well as we think! #See you guys next week. I'll be inconsolable.

[glorious-spoon]

i know we all laugh (mostly fondly) about the paper-thin plots in porn that only exist to make the sex happen, but i was reading some old stargate fic over the weekend, and i really think we're sleeping on the paper-thin hurt/comfort plot that only exists to force the characters to FEEL THINGS.

like, is this scenario realistic? no. does it make any rational sense? no. does it provide a built-in excuse for a character to collapse, bloody and disoriented, into the arms of his beloved/friend/partner? obviously, that's the whole point of this exercise.

i love it. it's my favorite thing in the world.

#writing #hurt/comfort #much like smut it operates on the assumption that we all know what we're here for #obviously you CAN write a fully coherent plot with hurt/comfort elements just like you can write one with smutty elements #and those are lovely too #but there's something so charming about fics that are like #'look we all know what you came here for. i don't have to explain myself.'