#I miss being a tumblrer

[olibensstuff]

thimking about posting art again🤔🤔

#Would you guys be mad if I changed my entire blog format #Like colors n stuff #And maybe post for different fandoms #I miss being a tumblrer

[tintreach-cleite]

I'm scared to ask this but.....

.....what is a blorbo?

#blorbo #what #new on tumblr #tumblr culture #questions #tumblr stuff #i know about plinko horse and wizards #but i still feel like im missing a big part of being a tumblrer #oh and i also know about the weird tags #evidently

[palmtreepalmtree]

Alright friends, tumblrers, and random twitter refugees. It's that time again. It's time for a new edition of...

The Worst Movie on Netflix Right Now™

The weather is getting colder, Halloween is behind us, and pumpkin spice is rapidly being replaced by white chocolate peppermint in lattes around the world. So you know what that means. The Christmas romance season is upon us!

First up on the docket is this instant classic from Netflix...

Falling for Christmas. Starring Lindsay Lohan and Chord Overstreet.

What really stands out to me about this movie is its tagline:

This holiday season, fall for the unexpected.

Friends, I'm here to tell you that there is literally nothing unexpected about this holiday movie. NOTHING.

So here's the plot, if you even need me to have one here - Sierra Belmont is a hotel heiress who is about to get engaged to influencer Tad when she has a horrific off-trail skiing accident and winds up in the hospital with amnesia. She's taken in by single-dad-with-a-struggling-business Jake Russell. Jake promptly puts her to work at his lodge.

If this feels familiar, that's probably because you've seen Overboard, the morally questionable classic rom-com starring Kurt Russell and Goldie Hawn. But thankfully this story quickly veers away into a more Christmas-appropriate direction.

But the movie then proceeds to hit every single Christmas rom-com trope like it's ticking off boxes:

Struggling small business with no proper business plan - check

Single dad, tragic widower - check

Demonically happy kid who just wants dad to love again - check

Spoiled woman who needs to learn the true meaning of Christmas - check

A very special Christmas wish - check

A vaguely magical Santa Claus-like figure (who really should have winked at least once in the movie) - check

Check, check, check. This is the most by-the-numbers story ever fucking written. Especially for something that's supposed to be unexpected. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?

Honestly, I could get into details about this one and the different things that are ridiculous here and there, but honestly, it's just boring.

Chord Overstreet as the love interest is basically a lima bean. The two of them have no fucking chemistry. This is a directing, writing, and performing problem. The direction does nothing to establish a developing connection between them. The writing gives us no reason for us to like either of them, let alone to explain why these two like each other. And the performances... for fuck's sakes sometimes it feels like the two of them are in separate fucking rooms.

I'd like to say some nice things about this movie: First, this movie definitely gets the real snow bonus. There is snow everywhere and it genuinely looks fucking cold out there. This movie is not missing the cold-Christmas-season vibe.

Also, if you like LiLo, she's looking and doing alright here. I was sort of braced for her no longer looking like the actor we know, but she looks just fine. That said... this is not one of her best. This is not the actor who absolutely nailed Freaky Friday.

I would also be remiss if I didn't mention the Tad storyline. While main character Sierra is looking for her own memory, her apparent fiancé is also struggling to get back to civilization taking a side trek through an ice fishing shack and the wilderness. It's meant to be some comic relief, and it is somewhat funny, I guess, as Tad over-plays his social-media-obsessed character for laughs. But it's not enough. It's really not enough.

Friends, this movie has as much charm as a tuna salad sandwich.

Ultimately, this is another one of those movies where I'm just like... it's fine. It's fine. It's not good, its not bad, it's just fine.

But the whole thing that makes these things good is when they actually step outside of the box and do something fun or funny or romantically different. Or even when they're so bad they're good. There is absolutely nothing special about this movie. It's fine.

In the least, it's definitely not fucking unexpected.

#ptpt reviews #long post #somebody send me a better movie #or a worse one #sometimes worse is better

[mikami]

Excuse me for I'll ask you this, because you're the only tumblrer that I've known for a long time; and you are in the lgbtqia+ community. I've identified as non binary for 8 years, recently i discovered i wanted transition. I am male. And right about now, some non binary people go through transition as well. So, did i make a mistake by giving up on my pronoun "they" too easily? Do post-operation people identify as non binary? In other words, can i take back "them"? Because I enjoy being male +

and the "he/him" pronouns but i can't give up on some of my habits of 8 yrs. Like, i have difficulty with long nails and longish hair, i miss wearing some of my old clothes -its a sign that im terribly confused here b/c i didnt throw away any of my feminine clothes at the beginning of my transition- so the question is, I'm a male that lies to "themself" now??

I'm just one person and a cis lesbian at that, so my advice might not be the most helpful, but I don't think there is any lying involved here.

Identity doesn't slot as neatly into boxes as language, so in the end I think we're all struggling to make the language fit us rather than the other way around.

In my opinion, clothes are just clothes. I have binary trans men in my social circle who still enjoy dresses - because they're pretty and comfortable, and if they don't give you dysphoria, there is no good reason not to wear them. You don't owe anybody gender conformity, regardless of how you choose to identify. Cishet people may be less understanding of that, but that doesn't make them right about it.

You can fully transition with HRT and surgery, yet use they/them exclusively. I wouldn't find that confusing - it doesn't feel any different from someone who doesn't want to physically transition at all using they/them. You exist the way that feels most comfortable to you, that's all it is. There's no requirement on they/them bodies.

So I think ultimately the question boils down to, do you want to take back "them"? Do you feel like you miss introducing yourself as non-binary, or are you happy just being a dude who wears feminine clothes sometimes? (Which is fine, gay cis dudes do it all the time and still are fully he/him!)

If you like both of your options, you could do he/they and call it a day with that? Non-binary transmasc isn't an unusual thing to be!!

Figuring out identity labels is such a pain though. I went through a lot of agony with the terming for my orientation, too. Absolute best wishes to you, I hope you find yourself a bit more at ease with this soon!! No matter the specific expression, I don't think your options here are weird - I wouldn't bat an eyelash at any of them!

#answers

[deep-down-in-drowsy-town]

Hold on-

Does tumblr apply? According to this definition…

Community- I mean, once you’re a tumblrer, you’re a tumblrer for life

Common culture- fuck yeah, we’ve got that

Common past/ project for the future- most of us have been here for a while. And if by “project for the future” you mean “improving the world through whimsical joy and exstistential shitposting”, we’ve got that too.

Right to rule itself- I mean, we’re the only social media website stubborn enough to bully the developers into doing what we want. I think we can rule ourselves.

So all we’re missing is a clearly demarcated territory. But this shouldn’t be too difficult. After all, size doesn’t really matter- the worlds smallest nation is 0.27 miles, with a population of around 1,000:

A small private island of 0.02 square miles can be bought in Australia for about 12,000,000 USD

In 2020 there were around 426 million tumblr blogs. If we estimate that each person runs an average of three blogs, that’s 142 million tumblr users. If just an eighth of those contribute one dollar to the cause, we’ll have around $17 million-more than enough to buy an island. Then we’ll declare independence from Australia and become an official nation.

So if we do have a country, how would you become a citizen? Other prominent micronations, like Sealand, issue citizenships to anyone who wants. These, however, are not recognized by any governing body like the UN or the EU. Most recognized nations grant citizenship only to those who were born there or whose parents were.

Instead, I propose we follow the example of the Vatican. The pope is allowed, under the authority of the Catholic Church, to grant citizenships to those who work for him. Israel may be a better example: every Jew (with some caveats, of course) has the right to become an Israeli citizen. Religion would be helpful here because it is a precedented ground for citizenship without being tied to ethnicity or race, something not all Tumblr users necessarily share.

So what I propose is that we establish a “church of tumblr” with our nation. Every tumblr user is a de facto practicing member of this church. Our private island nation is our holy land, and so the tumblr devs have the sacred right to declare every tumblr user a citizen. If the UN objects, we’ll point out that there are about ten times more Tumblr users in the world than there are Mormons. Surely we deserve respect as an independent religious nation?

Sure, we don’t have centuries of tradition behind us. Sure, comparing Tumblr to Vatican City or Israel is unfair and maybe disrespectful. But it would be really funny to be able to say “I am a citizen of the tumblr nation” and have legal backing for that. And if we work together, I think we could actually make that happen.

#tumblr #politics #nation #united nations #micronation #micro nation #citizen #vatican city #isreal #australia #private island #tumblr nation #for real though #this could work #shitpost #let’s make it happen

[oakantony]

TAOS Diary Entry #3

Okay, y'all, I'm struggling.

I'm thinking seriously about scrapping TAOS for now and pivoting back to a different WIP, because I've never had this many issues starting a story before. I just can't figure out how to get to the point I want to get to. What am I doing wrong?

I feel a little bit crazy because I feel like one of my strong suits is being able to write something with very little direction. But that's simply not happening here.

I've been working on the same few paragraphs for days now and it's just not right. And I really can't move on until I have them because they're literally the foundation for the rest of the story.

I'm tempted to drop TAOS for now. Or maybe I should scrap my entire plan for it and start anew? But I fear that I'll run into the same problems again.

I wish I had a writer's group to go over some of these issues. I really don't know if there's something obvious that I'm missing.

I'm gonna call it a day here--having written 35 words in the draft--and try not to dwell. Dwelling doesn't help.

Maybe I should pick up Blood Atlas instead.

Before I do any of that, here. I'll drop everything I've written so far. Maybe some random Tumblrer will see the obvious roadblock for me.

^5100 words, romantic fantasy, tw for animal death

Ok bye (melts into oblivion)

#taos diary #my writing

[yeahhiyellow]

So in case you don't know, I'm writing a little something called "Everything Wrong With Detroit: Become Human." I already have god-knows-how-many-pages written, and so far it's only bullet points with some brief summaries and maybe 2 or 3 first draft-analyses. That being said, this game is FULL of problems, so I'm sure there are a lot I missed. I'm trying to do a 100% playthrough of all choices (and slowly getting there), and I'm already buried so deep into this game that I know nearly everything about it anyway, so spoilers are fine. That being said, I would like to enlist you fellow dbh fandom Tumblrers (yes I have made that a word now) to help me find every single mistake in this game. I would love input on and examples of:

Technical issues (animations, lighting, textures... all the glitches)

Plot holes

Out-of-character dialogue, actions, etc.

Clunky dialogue

Other articles/videos/posts/any content on dbh's problems

And especially

Unhealthy or oppressive themes portrayed throughout the game (eg. the portrayal of black vs. white characters' violence, the only queer representation being androids used for sex, etc.)

Because those are the things I will be going especially into depth on. However, any and all criticism of the game, even that not listed on here, is much appreciated!

#dbh #detroit: become human #detroit become human #detroit: bh

[konjugaltdien]

I'm most definitely not someone many would call even slightly depressed. I do have my ups and downs, I do have a tendency of being in a bad mood, from time to time, but it's nothing huge usually, just your everyday I'll get through this stuff.

This night I've been talking for a good four hours with my girlfriend, crying through at least two of it.

I've never realized that being stuck in quarantine, and being stuck in the worst way possible, was causing all these stress and anger building up within me.

Now, I am not stupid, quarantine doesn't really make anyone happy with the virus roaming around nor would anyone willingly spend two and a half weeks almost solely at home.

Like many of you, I've had to leave my dorm in a very short notice. Like many of you, I've got far from my dearest friends. Like many of you, I'm also missing my girlfriend who's living three hours, or now, an eternity away.

This took a toll on me, and being combined with my parents' and for that record my own good natured but unrealistic stay at home policy, it lead to my biggest breakdown as of date.

And the pieces came together, my neediness, my irritability, all those misplaced anger - all because I wasn't treating myself well and maybe wasn't treated well, as well.

All through this was my lovely girlfriend who did take her sweet time to open my eyes up that I was seriously damaging my own mental health - note that this year is the year I'm finishing my Masters', with a 50 page dissertation and I am also applying for doctorate.

I do think I'm quite good at helping my friends, picking up on small details and helping them figure out their own problems.

But for the life of me, I wouldn't have been able to figure this one out alone.

There are many I wanna address.

Dear parents, between understandable conditions, let your young adult kids out if you happen to keep them under strict supervision. They need to feel useful, they need fresh air, they need to feel you believe and trust in them. Let them do the shopping, let them run errands, whatever.

Dear those who are perfectly content with being at home so far, these were great, your extroverts being all lost jokes, but please do look out for your extrovert friends. They honestly have it hard, and, and I stress this, YOU MIGHT NEVER KNOW WHAT YOU PUT A HALT TO BY DOING SO. Films, books and music can go so far.

Dear extroverts, or anyone feeling this way, it's fine. You aren't exaggerating. If you've been doing this the clean, good way you are likely to be stuck at home since God knows when. If you've been doing this two days and already feeling bad, that's also very reasonable. If you are someone above 20 but still living at home, you might've gotten the unshakable feeling that you are too old to make a fuss about it. No. You are never too old to be eaten by negative feelings, to feel that your next two months will be too hellish to handle. You deserve help, the help of a loved one.

Please, please, start respecting those who are in dire need of company or contact, you might cope just fine, they might not.

Reach out to that friend who seems a bit off.

Reach out to the lover unreasonably ticked off or stressed or sad, any changing behavior might give it away.

Do a regular check up on your friends. Ask them how they feel and listen.

With all the news around, it seems like it will never end. Don't let go of your loved ones. Feeling bad about it is nothing to feel ashamed about, being at home all the time does take its toll on certain minds. If it's one of you, it's very fine.

It was one of me, certainly. Please do write if you feel like it's too much, I'd love to help.

Never forget that each person deals with it in their own special way. Instead of bringing others down, start concentrating on something that's just as deadly as the virus - loneliness and isolation.

Also a few words on positivity - I wouldn't have thought it could happen to me, but it's hard staying positive, and mindless positivity and shaming of those who just can't produce it is downright rude and cruel. No matter how good your home is, you'll have enough once. It might come sooner to certain people,and never forget to calculate in that many students were sent back to less than ideal homes.

If you've got this far, thank you. Raise awareness. My fellow 20+ student Tumblrers doing this without anything they'd kill for right now, your feelings are valid.

Hang on.

#quarantine #rant tag #Confession #mental health #My girlfriend is amazing

[nudityandnerdery]

Favorite memories of tumblrers?

Dang, like Tumblr 5+ years ago? Totally different thing. A lot more personal interaction, a lot less... calculation behind some of the more popular blogs, I guess? I mean, there was still a fair bit of “What will get me followers,” but it was a little less corporate. The idea of being “Tumblr famous” was still dumb, but there were definitely certain blogs that were popular and influential. And there seemed to be more of a person behind them.

Or maybe I’m just a cranky old man. But I miss some of the friends I used to have here, and I feel like it’s a little harder to find new blogs to find than it used to be? I dunno. 

This totally didn’t answer your question, sorry.

#Anonymous

[ttsommam]

okay, so my opinion on the new voltron season

I guess I liked it more than the previous one, maybe because the plot got quite far in just a few episodes. Note that I don’t care about ships at all, so I might not have the usual tumblrer opinion on this season However, am I the only one thinking that everything happened too fast? Like, the pace was SO QUICK, so many things were going on at the same time, and I feel like the show did not give the characters enough time to interact with each other. I mean, there was the RPG episode (are they trying to tell us that pidge didn’t play any RPG before this one? bc I don’t believe it 1 (one) second), but even then, they actually spent their time fighting, even if it was against Coran’s character.

 I really hope the earth arc will be much slower, with the characters taking time to solve everything that’s going on within the group, bc while they do fight really well together now, they still have so many things they should work on as a group, starting with clone shiro, but also with keith being back, Romelle and Krolia being a new addition to the group, lance having a few temper + self esteem problems to handle, keith feeling like he left two years ago VS the team feeling like he left for like, two weeks I guess? Idk, it seems like a lot, and I feel like this series often lets me down when it comes to character development/human interaction in general, so I hope to be pleasantly surprised in the new season (while not raising my hopes too much, bc I don’t want to be disappointed, and I feel like i’m going to be)

I also wonder how keith, suddenly becoming older than the rest of the group, will have an effect on himself and the rest of the group. He used to be so unsure of his own ability to command, and suddenly he comes back from his flying jellyfish with a dog + self-esteem? I mean??? Also, he was shown to have grown more attached to the team, so why does he never seem to miss them ? two years is a LONG TIME, he’s not thinking about his dad for two years straight? The thing is, I don’t really see the point of this whole part on the armored jellyfish. I get that he has to get to know his mom. I get that they have to find the alteans. But spending two years in a hut and finding a dog? I can’t really think of what it could bring to the plot, so either this will all become clear later, or the writers just wanted to spend time on keith without really knowing how? I really don’t get how having keith grow up quicker than the others could bring, except from distancing him even more from the rest of the team, but this problem already existed before?

Secondly, I feel like they built so much things for Lance in the previous season, and none of it was useful? All of the fights were in space, so he didn’t get to use his sword, so what’s the use of giving him the sword so early? Also, he picked on Shiro’s problem first, so why is he doing nothing about it in this season? there could have been a TON of ways for him to be a part of it, even as small as him warning Keith, but??? he doesn’t do anything? Until the end? why have him talk about his past mistakes to allura, if he’s going to mess this too two episodes later?? 

Also, I’ve seen a few things around about Allurance, but... I don’t even feel like their interactions at the end of the season are any different from the beginning, which is nothing more than being friends imo. So are the showrunners failing to show us how they’re going to fall in love, or is it something else? bc honestly, i’m getting so tired of Lance’s infatuation with Allura, since it’s only used so that Lance can be unecessarily rude/jalous, or as a comic relief. Which has been basically the same thing since season 1. I thought that Lance getting over allura was going to be the way for him to grow, but it doesn’t seem to be any time soon like every step foward brings him two steps back

Actually, what I don’t get is how lance is overall left behind and never evolving. I mean, while he has never been (and most likely never will be) a personal fave of mine, he is THE most popular character overall in the fandom, and by FAR. So how come he is so overlooked? Why does he never shine? He is the character that people want to see the most, and he is literally never useful to the main plot, or even to the side plots. He gets three shots of him moping over his love interest, and then basically disapears until the end of the season. I mean, they got better in adding Hunk to the mix this season, so why don’t they do the same with Lance? 

Side note : where’s Matt? I wanted to see him too :(

#voltron #voltron legendary defender #voltron spoilers #vld keith #vld lance #Pidge #hunk

[singing-writing-venting]

I just hate emotions.

They’re so fucking stupid

Let me tell you about tonight.

I was stressed. I was overwhelmed and tired. Last night I had a bad anxiety attack and was still trying to recover from that.

I got mad at a friend. I’ve been helping them through all kinds of trouble, and I realized they don’t really check on me. They never ask how i’m doing, and if I say not good they just move right along telling me what’s on their mind.

And this happens to me a lot, I’m what you call a “push-over.”

So I got mad.

Now, I’m not good with “anger.” I don’t know how to control it, I don’t know what to do with it. I am afraid of getting mad at people because of my dad, as well as an abusive guy I interacted with on here. Usually I end up self-harming just to do something to get rid of the energy. It burns in me, and it hurts. It needs to be released.

Tonight, I released it. I told my friend exactly how I feel, and why I don’t think they care. I dug into them, explaining to them exactly how I’d arrived at this. 

They apologized and went to bed (which is frustrating in its own right, fucking talk to me?)

And then I panicked. I went to far. I was gonna be labeled as abusive. I sent screenshots to a group chat of tumblrers asking if i went too far or what to do. They said it was ok, and that I didn’t need to apologize. I did anyway.

There is one person that caused me to be this afraid of anger. I wrote about him earlier on this blog. Basically, I got into a heated argument with a friend, and this person (at the time a stranger to me) berated me until I had a panic attack. I think about that night far too often, and I’m still afraid of myself and getting mad at anyone. 

And this lead to me panicking, and also getting mad at that person. That one person who so completely fucked up my mind, and haunts me to this day. I hate him, and weirdly miss him.

One of my friends is very close with him. I’ve kept what I know from her because I don’t want to hurt her. And also i’m afraid of him. But today? I said fuck it. She needs to know, I want her to know because she’ll be safer. She needs to be aware of his behavior so she doesn’t get hurt.

So I made sure she was ok, and told her everything. She kinda defended him, not his actions just his general character. That frustrated me, but I didn’t want to upset her.

Then I was fucking dumb.

I asked about her ex. I needed to know a piece of information so I could figure out what’s been going on.

Aaaaand she got more upset. She was already feeling confused at getting this negative information about someone she cares about, and then I told her I had talked to her ex. Apparently she’s afraid of them, I didn’t know what.

So NOW, I feel bad. I feel bad because I made her feel bad. I feel bad because in an attempt to keep her safe, I made her feel shaken and unsure. She’s confused and doesn’t know who to trust. I should’ve been more careful.

She told me not to blame myself, and i assured her I dont, but I do. I knew it was a risk, that’s why I buried it for so long. Am I being manipulative by telling her? Am I gaslighting her? That’s the last thing I want, I wanted to keep her safe from other people who may gaslight or abuse her.

And I’m just so confused. I’m impulsive, and I talk to much. I’m like Hamilton except I gave up my shot before I'd even loaded my gun. I have trouble filtering and I have almost no control over my emotions. When I’m mad I’m articulate but at the cost of the other person’s feelings. I’m full of love for others and I’m heartless. I’m a monster hiding as an angel.

I want to be a good person, and I try, but I can’t tell the difference between right and wrong anymore. My emotions are wrong and bad, no matter what I do. That’s not a plea for pity, but a cry of frustration. If I bottle it up, its unhealthy. If I let it out, I’m abusive and manipulative. Even when I’m completely emotionless, someone gets upset.

At this point, I don’t know what I’m more afraid of; hurting others, or trying to understand my own head.

I’m just afraid.

#depression #anxiety #suicidal thoughts #suicidial ideation #emotions #emotional distress #gaslighting #abuse #manipulation #tw #i dont know #fear #i am afriad

[the-space-between1013]

Words Unspoken (Caryl fanfic)

Also posted on @ninelives2. Reposted here for Tumblrers who aren’t on that site. ;) Completely unedited. Blame @subversivegrrl with her heartbreaking prompt. 

Carol’s hands shook as she stuffed clothes and supplies into the simple pack she had, shoving it all down inside, not even taking the second to organize it to make more room. She’d find more just fine. She had to go. Now. Before. Before they came. Before he came.

 Earlier

“I come on my way out, to bring sustenance. And to also bring word,” Ezekiel said after Carol opened the door, an exasperated and annoyed expression on her face.

 “What?” she asked warily, reaching and accepting the container of food he offered. What was it this time? A casserole?  

 “Morgan has informed us…some of your former people have visited the Kingdom. Rick, Michonne, Sasha.” he continued. “A few others. The one called Daryl sought asylum from the Saviors. He is currently in residence. So that you may avoid them, maintain your solitude.” Ezekiel inclined his head. 

 Carol’s heart jumped into her throat and she could feel the blood in her veins quicken, her breath shorten. Rick. Michonne. Sasha. Daryl. “Thanks. Now you can leave,” she said shortly, her manners just about gone out of the window. After the king had left, Carol’s mind had raced. They’d found her. He’d found her. Why couldn’t they leave her alone? She wanted to be left alone.

 Present

Carol rushed through the house, only shoving the bare necessities into the pack she had. No need for anything else. No room. She needed to get out. Before they found her. Before he found her. It was only a matter of time, she thought, before Morgan told them where she was and then where would she be? She wanted, needed, the solitude. Craved it. It meant peace and unknowing and if she didn’t know what happened then it was like it didn’t really happen, right?

 It didn’t make a difference that what she was thinking had no basis in logic. It didn’t matter, because all that mattered was what would maintain her sanity. And being around the group would jeopardize that. She needed to get away. Now.

 As she opened the front door, Carol looked around the little house one last time. She’d miss the little house. It had been home for a few weeks. Sparse, neat, cozy. But nothing ever lasted in this new reality, not forever, and she had known not to get attached.

 She’d do better next time.

 With one final glance around the living room, with its sooty hearth, bookcase with several she’d never read, a sunken sofa that had curved to her weight perfectly, Carol hardened her heart and shut the door, closing that chapter of her life with finality of the sharp rap of the door against the frame.

 She needed to get away, she thought, trudging through the undergrowth and watching out for walkers and the living alike, knife in hand. She had to get far, far away. They couldn’t find her. She couldn’t be found. It would jeopardize every moment of peace she’d created so far and she couldn’t handle it. Forty-five minutes into her flight into the woods, Carol became aware of…something.

 It was stalking her.

 She could feel it.

 Tightening her grip on the knife, she allowed her senses to sharpen, hone in on the disturbance and yet still remain cool on the exterior, hopefully allowing the person or persons, or thing following her to maintain their heading while she prepared to take them down if need be.

 A wave of exhaustion almost overwhelmed her at the thought. Christ, she was tired. Of running. Of fighting. Of killing. All of it. Frustrated tears burned at her throat and eyes, but Carol was determined to fight them off. She was resolute in doing what she needed to do in order to live. If only to stave off going to hell. Her baby girl…Daryl had once said that flowers hadn’t and wouldn’t bloom for his brother. They wouldn’t bloom for her either when she passed, which she hoped to put off for as long as she could.

 A bruise of hurt formed in her chest at the thought of him. Where was he now? Was he okay? Had he encountered the Saviors? Was everyone back home okay? Carol tried to push the thoughts away, but couldn’t. How were Glenn and Maggie and the baby? Was she taking care of herself? Remembering to take her medicine, assuming they could find more? Maggie was a few months along, but Carol remembered what the toll her pregnancy had taken on her early on and that had been when she had access to pre-natal vi—

 Barely a gasp escaped her lips, time enough only for that small, soft utterance before he appeared from behind a bush in front of her. “You—you can’t. You can’t be here,” she breathed, shaking her head.

 “But I am,” he said scruffily. “Morgan said you were here. Looked for y’over at the little house, saw y’running. Again.”

 “Had to,” she fought out, throat tight. “I needed to get away from everyone. Too much death, too much loss. Can’t watch them die, can’t watch you die.”

 “Just ‘cause you’re not there, don’t mean it don’t happen,” he said roughly and Carol’s throat tightened, heart hammering in her chest.

 “Who? When—“

 “Meant it’ll still happen regardless,” he said quickly, too quickly.

 Carol barely perceived it, but she was wrapped up in the fact he was here, right in front of her. She’d been so alone in that little house for so long, she hadn’t realized she was lonely. Not until the one person she’d never felt alone with was in front of her. Tears pricked at her eyes and she blinked them back. His were wet as well, and she could see shadows in them, things he wasn’t saying, wounds he wasn’t sharing.

 Carol moved to hug him, but he stepped back instinctively. A lance of hurt pierced her heart at the rejection, but she could see the hurt and pent up anger in his. That same rejection, times ten. She’d left first. “Daryl,” she said softly, pleading, slowly moving closer.

 “No.” It came out rough, harsh. Another step back. “Ya left,” he said, accusing. Me.

 “It wasn’t about you,” she said slowly. “You were one of the only reasons I stayed as long as I did.” It hurt to say the words, to push them out, but he had to understand. He had to.  “I didn’t want to, but I had to.” It was a whisper this time. She watched as tears pricked his eyes, which got her going as well. Tentatively, she reached out a hand, and this time he didn’t pull away. Twining their fingers together, she tugged gently and stepped forward, encouraging him to do the same. She saw him shake his head a bit, as if struggling with himself, but in the end, he caved and rested his forehead against hers.

 They stayed there, foreheads kissing, hands pressed intimately together, not speaking, for what seemed like hours, but was likely only a few minutes. Quietly together, they stayed and it felt like nothing could touch them, nothing could hurt them in this space they’d created together.

 “Come back,” he finally said in a low quiet tone. To me.

 A lump gathered in her throat at the words she knew would lance him. “I can’t. Not right now.” He tried to pull away, but she didn’t let him. “Not right now,” she repeated. But maybe soon.

 “Stay,” she asked quietly. With me.

 An almost imperceptible nod followed hesitantly.

 Relief flooded her. Her request wasn’t for forever. It couldn’t fix everything that was wrong in her life, in her head. But for right now, it was enough.

#caryl fanfic #carol x daryl #JLo writes fanfic

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Hi, I'm a very frustrated tumblrer. Porn sites keep following me. But they're my ONLY followers. May I ask how to get more genuine people to view my things???

I feel the issue.

Well, I guess, it depends on what your things are ? It’s content you create ? 

In that way, I guess it depends if it’s original stuff or fandom stuff. 

If it’s fandom stuff, then I guess everything depends on the size of the fandom and proper tagging. In a bigger fandom you have more chances to have exposure, but your work can also get quickly swallowed. 

Time of posting is important to ensure best visibility, but also appropriate tagging.

I don’t know if you already know this trick but just in case Make sure you put the important tags in the first 5 tags of your post, because tumblr will only take those 5 first tags to showcase your post in those tags.

Example: I did a drawing of JJ and Yuri with Viktor and Yuuri. I could tag it “#Yuri on Ice #Yoi #Yuri!!! on Ice #Jean Jacques leroy #Yuri Plisetsky #Viktor Nikiforov #Yuuri Katsuki #my art”

Here I bolded the tags in which my post will show. If people search the posts tagged with a specific tag (aka go in the “tumblr.com/tagged/[tag of your choice]” page), they will only see the posts where this tag was among the first five.

So it’s important to put the most important tags in first ! In my example, putting “yoi” and “yuri!! on ice” so early was unnecessary. It lead to the character’s tags of Yuuri and Viktor being pushed further and so people searching for those characters won’t see your post, and it’s an occasion missed. Also try to put the most used tags.

The other tags are important too and should be put for helping you arrange your blog and to allow users to blacklist.

So, choose wisely your tags. And by this I mean, take advantage on what you feature in your content, but doesn’t mistag ! Don’t add #Viktor Nikiforov because he’s popular and it will bring you exposure in your content doesn’t feature him ! Don’t tag popular things that aren’t in your content !

Other tip : Follow wisely. Don’t fall into a follow spree just for the follow-backs. It’ll bring you followers, but not the ones who are actually interested in your content. Follow people you enjoy the content they post and reblog, reblog their posts, if you can, interact with them (but don’t be intrusive). 

Also, try to post regularly. I know it’s not always easy, and it doesn’t mean rushing things just to post often. But it’s a fact that you’ll gain followers more regularly if you post often. To give an example, my art blog was always ahead of my main blog followers-wise. But since I don’t post a lot on my art blog lately because I don’t have the time to do full-colored or properly finished pictures, it increased more slowly, and now my main blog, where I reblog, interact, post content more often as well as doodle, as caught up and now has more followers than my art blog. 

If you post original content, it can be harder. And I hate what I’m about to say, but it’s good to do at least a bit of fan content to help your original work to get exposure. I’m not saying to force yourself to draw a lot of fandom content, but alternating sometimes with a few fan content can help. Because it will bring people who see your fan content in the tags and will then look at your blog and may be like “Hey, this original content is nice too !” and the people who stay are those who are interested in both of your contents. It sucks that it has to be that way, but it’s hard for people who don’t know your world to know about it and get instant liking. 

Those are my few messy tips. I’m not sure they’re good, but I hope they can help at least a bit… I’m here since about 4 years and even though I don’t have a LOT of followers (I mean I still have a really decent amount, but it’s still low compared to some people here since a shorter time SO I’m not sure my advices are the best, but that’s how I do).

Also don’t forget to have fun with your things !! 

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Ugh I can't even w/Tumblr anymore

I scrolled for 10 min and feel like I got nowhere. So many posts. I miss u tumblrers. Last night I had a lot of fun. I had like 6 long islands and 2 beers in 6 hrs and was tipsy af but I didn't have to worry about getting us home which was nice for a change. When we got to his place he was showing me some books he acquired recently and when he went to do the usual turn on the tv as background noise thing I successfully stopped him and convinced him to cuddle and read with me instead. We got through like 15 cantos of Dante's inferno going back and forth between cantos basically. He was so horny for reading though so I let him read a little more but for me that was kind of distracting. Like when he would read I was hanging on to his arm and putting my face over his shoulder a bit to see the pictures and try to read a long but I was mostly thinking of how happy I was to be there and be doing that thing instead of the usual thing and I kept catching myself getting lost and re-reading the previous paragraphs he had read trying to catch up and get back in the zone. Also he was really hamming it up when putting on voices for the bits of dialogue and his voice for the master reminded me of Will Forte in Last Man on Earth which is goofy af if you're not aware... and his voice for the main character which I'm still confused about reminded me of like Emmett in The Lego Movie... like who would be that peppy and singing errything is awesome while descending through the circles of hell? Lol it was killing me softly all the time. He was complimentary of my reading which made me happy because I couldn't begin to try to make voices and it took everything in me to like get in a rhythm and say words I wasn't sure how to pronounce with confidence as not to get hung up on them and interrupt the flow. Every so often we'd stop to google a word to try to confirm meaning of the thing we read because sometimes context clues are not enough I guess. I liked how happy he'd get when he thought he'd figured something out and would talk about his interpretation of the thing and I'd either agree or in a couple cases be like -nah that's totally not what's happening/what's being said. There was a line I don't remember the full context but I think it mentioned wailing or sighing of like infants women and men (in that order) and he got all excited like -whoa this was written in the 1200's and look at that the men are last- as if to think it was written that way in a progressive put the women and children first kinda way or something but then I pointed out it was just putting it in order of those who are more likely to wail and be whiney bitches to those who are least likely to wail and shiz but that even then it gets it wrong because imo and in his opinion (he totes concurred) men are whineyer waileyer bitches.. that was fun. At like 8 in the morning I was v. Spent and there was a lot of contagious yawning so we called it a night and he talked about how much he enjoyed the thing and we'll read the rest of this thing and the purgatorio and paradiso together and then I got home and did my obligatory phone call to my parents who were not even so annoying and I got some really good sleep.