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hooked-on-elvis · 23 days

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Elvis' first LP cover 📀

A LITTLE BACKGROUND STORY ABOUT THE PICTURES USED AS COVERS FOR ELVIS' FIRST LP "ELVIS PRESLEY" RELEASED ON MARCH 23, 1956. All the pictures were taken in 1955.

THE FRONT COVER

Scotty Moore, Elvis Presley and Bill Black in July 31, 1955, during concert in Tampa, Florida. Photo by Williams V. "Red" Robertson.

Known as the "Tonsil Photo", the picture of Elvis holding his 1955 Martin D-28 guitar (with custom made tooled leather cover with his name "Elvis Presley" blazoned across the front), as used on the front cover for his first RCA LP, was taken on July 31st 1955 in Tampa, Florida, according to Tampa photographer William V. "Red" Robertson, who took the picture.

Colonel Parker hired quite a few different studios and photographers to photograph Elvis in the 50s for commercial purposes. Williams Vernon "Red" Robertson was one of the professional photographers hired by Parker, in his case to photograph a show with Elvis Presley on July 31, 1955. Robertson did field work for his Robertson & Fresh commercial photography studio, a firm active in Tampa from 1932 to 1960. Roberton's business partner, Harry Fresh, processed and printed the images. You can see some other pictures from Robertson & Fresh's studio in here (digitalcommons.usf.edu archives).

The "tonsil photo" since taken was extensively used in newspaper and print to promote future shows in the 50s, and due to its use in Elvis' first LP, specially, it's one of the most famous pictures of the King of Rock and Roll.

[1] Elvis' Martin D-28 guitar backstage at the Mosque in Richmond - June 30, 1956 Photo © Al Wertheimer -- [2] The "Tonsil Photo" used in a February 8th ad for the shows on the 10th in the Charlotte Observer. Friday, February 10, 1956, Elvis, Scotty, Bill and DJ made their first appearance in Charlotte with four shows at the Carolina Theatre. [3] Elvis' tooled leather cover (trimmed) and D-28 - Aug 5, 1956 Photo © Bob Moreland.

Other pictures of Elvis taken that same day, July 31st 1955, in Tampa, Florida:

Elvis at Fort Homer W. Hesterly Armory in Tampa, FL on July 31, 1955.

THE BACK COVER

On November 30th 1955, Elvis and the Colonel flew to New York, where they register at the Hotel Victoria on Fifty-first Street.

On Thursday, December 1st 1955, Elvis and the Colonel met RCA executives, including president Larry Kanaga and publicity director Anne Fulchino, at the RCA's Twenty-fourth Street studio in New York.

JUST SO YOU KNOW: I think there isn't photos of Elvis with RCA's president Larry Kanaga (at least I haven't found one yet) but below is a photograph from another day (in the future) of EP and Anne Fulchino, publicist for RCA Victor's Pop Record Division. They were waiting for the elevator at CBS Studio 50 in New York City on Saturday, March 17, 1956. Photo by ©Alfred Wertheimer.

Back to December 1st, 1955: A photo shoot was arranged and pictures of Elvis and the Colonel, Elvis and Steve Sholes and Elvis and fellow RCA recording artist Eddy Arnold, who happened to be in New York for a session, were taken in December 1st 1955.

December 1st, 1955, RCA's Twenty-fourth Street studio in New York: Elvis and Steve Sholes; Elvis and Eddy Arnold; Colonel Parker, Eddy Arnold, Elvis and Steve Sholes.

After the pictures with other people, Elvis was photographed by himself... a lot (I mean it). From all the pictures, four of them (posed action shots of Elvis) were used on the back of Elvis' first album.

THE PICTURES ON THE REAR JACKET OF ELVIS' FIRST RCA LP:

Note: I haven't found the 2nd picture in a satisfying quality yet but if I do, I'll update the post.

Some other pictures taken that same day:

Elvis Presley. December 1st 1955. Photo shoot at the RCA's Twenty-fourth Street studio in New York. Photographs by William "Popsie" Randolph.

Credits: Pictures from Pinterest Elvis fan accounts (too many different accounts); Discogs (album sleeves), elvispresleymusic.com.au (some more pictures and info from the December 1955 day in Elvis' life); scottymoore.net (some other pictures and info from the December 1955 day in Elvis' life); digitalcommons.usf.edu (information about one of Elvis' early photographers, William V. "Red" Robertson, who was responsible for the "Tonsil photo").

#there are more and more photos from that December 1 1955 #but Tumblr won't let me flood you with them #elvis discography #elvis presley #1956 album #1956 #elvis music #elvis history #elvis photographs #elvis fans #elvis fandom

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rhythmstars · 11 months

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Hello!! Just saw that you were writing for Pavitr- and thought I could submit this idea:) soo, I was thinking an Pavitr x reader where some villian finds out that spider man is dating the reader and uses that against him by kidnapping the reader? And Pavitr is just kinda freaking out and Gwen or someone has to calm him down before they go and save reader? Just thought it was an interesting idea and it's fine if you don't want to do it:) remember to take care of yourself and all that stuff<3

A/n: omg i live for hurt comfort!! Also, thank you so much for being so sweet! take care of yourself as well, drink some water!! and thank you for requesting!! <3

i tried my best to write this, i hope you enjoy, I'm sorry for any mistakes or if it didn't turn out the way you wanted it to :)

Warnings: minor? gore, panic, crying, hurt (with comfort fellas!), Pavitr being ANGRY, and bad writing.

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this is my first fic on Tumblr so pls let me know if you like it and if there are any mistakes :))

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Pavitr Prabhakar x GN! Reader

It was five hours ago when Pavitr received a text from his partner asking him if he is free for the day.

Five hours ago when he replied with a 'sorry but i have a meeting with the others today, maybe next time? will make it up to you i promise <3'

Four hours ago when he got a text from them reassuring him that it's alright and that they can always plan something for some other day, and asking him not to blame himself for this.

Three hours ago, before he got a text from them telling him that they have a sudden change in schedule and that they'll be attending their piano lessons today. A message with the last line being 'don't forget how much I love you, Pav. <3'

It was two hours ago when he got out of the meeting and tried calling his s/o to talk with them about their day and his. Two hours ago when they didn't pick up his first and his fifth call.

It was one hour ago when he asked Gwen and Hobie to help him find his s/o because he was freaking out.

And, it was exactly 30 minutes ago when Miguel called him to the office and told him that his beloved had been walking home from school when they got abducted by some unknown people. When he felt like the world has stopped.

It was exactly now that he was panicking and pacing around the room with uneven breathing.

"Pav, you need to calm down. They'll be fine." Gwen tried to reassure him because she felt like if she doesn't, then Pavitr won't ever stop. He didn't reply though, possibly not even heard what his friend had said. He kept murmuring about the possibilities he had flooding his mind.

Hobie sighed "This is no good mate. You gotta stop pacin' and think for a moment." He tried to talk to him but was met with silence once more. Frustrated with his best friend's antics, he walked towards Pavitr and puts a hand on his shoulder making him still. "Oi! can you stop pacin' around and think calmly for a moment?" he said in a sharp tone.

What he didn't expect was a distraught looking Pavitr looking at him helplessly with tears in his eyes. "Pav..." Gwen was shocked to see him like this as well. A guy like him never liked crying in front of others or talking about his problems, so seeing him like this really hurt them.

"Calmly?" Pavitr spoke in an annoyed tone. "I CAN'T BE CALM! MY S/O IS KIDNAPPED BECAUSE OF ME! AND I'M SITTING HERE NOT BEING ABLE TO DO *ANYTHING* BECAUSE MIGUEL HAS TOLD US TO SIT AROUND TILL HE PLAYS WITH HIS MACHINES IN THERE!"

Both of them looked at him shocked to their cores. They had never seen this guy so frustrated or angry. This cool and calm guy with a never ending playful persona.

He sighed. "I'm- I'm sorry I just-" he covered his face as he sat down on the stairs. "I- I don't know what to do...i don't know what is happening to them right now or if they're alright. I have no clue where they are and what those assholes are doing to them." He took in a deep breath. "I- You don't know I just- I don't want to think about this- what if, what if they're hurt? what if they're torturing them for being with me? they'll never tell my secrets, they'll rather die and it just, it scares the shit out of me guys i don't know what is going on. what if i never get to see them again? what if they leave me? what if- what if I-" His voice broke and he choked on a sob.

Gwen and Hobie looked down in guilt. They knew that this isn't easy for Pavitr. He truly loved Y/n.

Only a minute later, Peter came running out of the building. "Hey! We found 'em!" At his words, Pavitr got up with the speed of lightning and impatiently demanded the location.

"Where?"

Miguel walked beside Peter, "Do not act irrationally Pavitr, this is-"

"Where."

Miguel and Peter looked at him in shock. They had never seen him so angry. "The warehouse near the east coast in Mumbattan."

That's all he needed to hear before getting ready to take off. He had waited enough. One more second of delay and he'd lose himself. With impatient, trembling hands, he started using his watch for opening a portal back to his world.

To save his world.

"Pavitr!" He looked back at Miguel when he heard his voice, expecting a lecture on being rational and thinking calmly. But much to everyone's except Peter's surprise, Miguel said something nice. "Good luck."

Pavitr gave him a grateful nod and walked into the portal followed by Gwen and Hobie.

The three of them stood on a tower standing a few meters away from the warehouse. Pavitr was growing impatient every second and both Gwen and Hobie could see it.

Gwen placed a hand on his shoulder gently speaking, "Hey, it's alright. We're here now right? They're gonna be alright." She gave him a small reassuring smile.

"Yeah mate really, let's just check before getting straight to them, eh?" Hobie gave him a grin.

Pavitr sighed and nodded. "Let's go." They swung by the warehouse and over, trying to search for men possibly on the lookout. When they found none, they landed on the roof of the warehouse. A skylight caught there attention as they walked towards it to look inside. Unfortunately for them, it was too dark.

Too dark for Pavitr's liking.

Suddenly, the door to the warehouse opened and a man dressed in a robe walked in. He had a suitcase in his hand. What the actual hell?

He placed his suitcase on a iron table nearby and walked towards....

Pavitr's eyes widened. There, in front of that man, laying on the cold hard ground, tied to a metal frame, was his beloved s/o. The light coming in from the opened door reflected their bruises and cuts. Pavitr's blood turned cold at the man's laughter.

"Look at you, young gorgeous. Not so gorgeous anymore with all those scars but-" he pulled out a pair of gloves and started putting it on. "Come on dear y/n. We both know he doesn't give a DAMN about you. Otherwise he'd be here by now."

Gwen places a hand on Pavitr's shoulder, trying to ground his racing heart. "He won't even LOOK at you with a face as bruised as this. Just, tell me already." his voice turned deadly serious as he kneeled in front of them, "how. do. i. defeat. him."

That's enough.

Pavitr broke through the glass of the skylight and landed behind the man making him turn away startled. Gwen and Hobie followed after him looking angry. But Pavitr wasn't angry, no.

He was FURIOUS.

He glared at the man with so much rage and hatred that even the creepy man felt a shiver run down his spine. "Hah! would you look at that!" The man clapped his hands. "so you DO care after all."

Pavitr rushed forward and punched the man straight in the jaw making him stumble. But he still laughed like a maniac. "Haha! Gosh! You have some strength in you young man!" Pavitr punched him again as Gwen rushed to y/n's side untying their hands and legs. Hobie took his chance and smashed a random discarded wine bottle he found lying somewhere on the man's arm making him yelp in agony.

"WHAT DID YOU DO!?" pavitr yelled. He held him by the collar of his shirt. "WHY DID YOU TAKE THEM!?" He punched him on the right cheek but he kept laughing. "HOW DARE YOU HURT THEM!" A punch on the left cheek and his laughing turned to choked coughs as he spat out blood on the floor. "HOW DARE YOU!" He yelled and kept punching him.

Gwen, y/n and Hobie watched him with wide eyes. They had never seen him so furious. So vengeful. Gwen looked at Hobie who stood behind Pavitr, giving a look. He nodded before walking forward and holding pavitr by his shoulders. "Hey. that's enough, mate."

But to their surprise, Pavitr pushed his hands away and kept punching the now unconscious man. Hobie frowned. "Pav. Let go man. that's enough." He didn't stop.

Y/n watched. This wasn't like him. He wasn't the sweet, charismatic boy who they knew. No, he was a furious and enraged superhuman who had forgotten about the boundaries of being the friendly neighborhood, Spider-Man.

"Pav..." They spoke weakly but loud enough for him to hear. He immediately stopped his movements and looked at them. They had tears in their eyes as They stared at him with fear. Afraid that he'll lose his humanity. He dropped his hands to the side, his blood and the man's blood mixed, dripping from his knuckles. He swiftly walked towards them and kneeled in front of them.

His eyes scanned their body lingering on every cut and bruise. Y/n slowly raised a hand to his cheek and it was enough to break him. He hid his face in the crook of their neck as the tears escaped his eyes.

Gwen and Hobie shared knowing looks and walked out with hobie carrying the unconscious man.

Pavitr hugged y/n and cried in their embrace. "Hey.... I'm okay... it's okay...Pav..." They whispered gently to him.

The hold on their body tightened as he cried. "I- i thought i- l-lost you.." Y/n felt a ache in their heart. He sounded so broken. "I was s-so scared."

It came as a surprise even to y/n. No matter how bad things got or how scared he'd get, Pavitr NEVER showed it on his face. He always kept a charming smile on his face and a few corny jokes up his sleeve to assess the situation. But seeing him break down like this only because of the fear that he'd lose them, it was overwhelming. It was heartwarming. It was endearing.

They took in a shakey breath and hugged him tighter. "Yeah...me too. But hey" they pulled a little back and looked at him in the eyes, "we're okay. you're here... I'm here...yeah?" a reassuring smile on their face, they tried their best to console his racing heart and shaking body.

"B-but y-you're hurt..." He looked down at their wounds but they held him by the chin and made him look at them.

"I'm alive." Their voice was firm and reassuring. "They....they may leave some scars but, nothing serious. I hope you don't mind a little ugliness, Spider boy." They smiled and joked but their voice held some sort of insecurity and fear in it. This didn't go unnoticed by Pavitr.

He always noticed.

He gently cupped their cheeks and looked softly at them. "You were, are, and always will be the most beautiful person to me. In every damn universe and in every damn reality. I will NEVER stop loving you y/n." His words made the tears in their eyes return as they smiled at him.

How can he be so brutally furious one moment and then so sweet and caring the other? 'This boy... he'd be the death of me.' Y/n thought as they looked at his miraculously perfect face.

Pavitr pulled them in for a kiss and they happily gave in hugging him close. When they pulled apart, Pavitr gave them a small smile.

"Now let's get you home." He gently picked them up in his arms and grinned at them.

" I'm pretty sure you missed your dashing boyfriend."

#pavitr prabhakar x reader #pavitr prabhakar #miles morales #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman #hobie brown #gwen stacy #peter parker #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderman india #spider woman #marvel #marvel x gender neutral reader #mumbattan #spiderman 2099

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echoes-of-mia · 3 months

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okay this is a long ramble and kinda personal, so bear with me, but i want to talk about being aspec in the joker out fandom bc I'm full of emotions and i need to share them somewhere

(just a short warning for internalised aphobia before i go on)

for context, i identify as aspec, more specifically asexual and some flavour of aromantic. I've known about the ace part for about 3-4 years now, the aro part is more recent and I'd say that before, lets say, a couple of months ago, I'd always seen that as something negative, something that makes me miserable, a deficit that will always be there and that others will never understand

and then i joined the (tumblr) joker out fandom around... june of last year, probably? and at first i thought "theres no way there are many queer people in this fandom, its essentially a boyband, and other aspec people? no way"

well, oh boy was i wrong

because not only is this fandom, like what, 90% queer? (i know someone made a poll at some point but i dont remember the percentages) but it's also around 50% aspec. and there's just this general positivity and support surrounding the a-spectrum in the fandom. like, some days ago there was an aphobic comment somewhere and before i even saw it my dash was FLOODED with people defending aspec people and i was just sitting in the kitchen reading through the posts and crying.

and yes, this is tumblr, i could have seen this coming and it's probably different on other platforms, but so many aspec people in one place, in one fandom, is still something that I've never experienced before.

so why are so many aspec people drawn to a slovenian indie/shagadelic rock band that, at first glance, is just 5 very good-looking probably-straight guys making music? that doesnt really make sense, right?

and then you see how much more they are. how they interact with each other. how comfortable they are in their sexualities, in their masculinity, in being themselves. you see a group of friends that love each other so unashamedly it's a bit unbearable to watch sometimes. you don't see them holding back because "thats not their partner!" or "that's reserved for romantic relationships!", you just see love. you see them supporting each other, being physically affectionate, looking out for each other, laughing together, even living together. vse kar vem could easily be a romantic song, but it's about their friendship!!

and what is all of that, if not THE dream of many aspec people? to be okay with not feeling sexual or romantic attraction because you have your group of friends that you love the same amount as allosexual/-romantic people love their partner(s) and to show it, and to know that they love you the same (and won't replace you with romantic partners) because they also show it, without thinking twice about it, without thinking about how others might interpret your relationship because it just doesn't matter as long as you love each other.

so of course aspec people see themselves in joker out. we see hope for ourselves in them, we are probably a little (or in my case very) jealous of their friendship, we want what they have or we just love to finally see real people live with the sort of affection we would like to have. (just to clarify, this is based mostly on what i feel, so other aspecs might feel completely different about this, idk why I'm trying to generalise this)

and this is about all five of them, but to take jan and nace as an obvious example: they love each other so much that the fans start to speculate, and they know about it. but instead of hiding their affection, they just keep on doing what they're doing. because they know how they feel for each other, and it's no one else's business, and they won't be stopping their love just because of "conspiracy theories". and to me it doesn't matter how they love each other (platonic, romantic, whatever), it matters that they do and that you can't help but notice it, because they show it in every interaction we see of them. the damon baker photoshoot just confirmed that, they look at each other and the amount of love makes me cry, it's so incredibly beautiful.

(just some other things i want to mention: them probably cooking mostly potatoes because nace is glutenfree. nace calming down bojan after his panic attack in summer. jan and bojan casually kissing on the lips during a concert. the jure and bojan getting married photoshoot. bojan touching kris's hair during concerts. kris being carried around during a photoshooting. jure and jan drawing a heart together. them gathering around jure's drumset during concerts. i could go on but for my sanity and yours i won't, there are so many moments that just make me soft)

I'd love to be more physically affectionate with my friends, but every time there's this voice in the back of my head saying what society has conditioned it to say, which is that that kind of affection is reserved for romantic relationships, and this voice stops me every time. i feel like bojan, jan, jure, kris and nace either don't have that voice (anymore?) or they've just managed to ignore it, they don't hold back and i admire that as much as i wish i could be like that.

and while i still have a long way to go until i can be affectionate with my friends without worrying about it or holding myself back, joker out have shown me that it's possible, because of them i finally have days on which i think that i can be aspec and actually happy about it. being aspec finally feels as freeing as it should feel and I'm just grateful

joker out has allowed so much queer joy into my life without intending to and although i don't think anyone i know irl will ever understand this, i hope that some of you can relate to this in some way.

I've said this a lot during the past two weeks but i can never say it enough: all the love to my fellow aspecs, and also to all the non-aspec people who support us <3

feel free to add to this if you want to; my dms are always open if you want to talk about it without posting about it, i love hearing other people's thoughts about stuff like this ^^

#i really want to write sth like this about gender too bc thats also connected to all of this #special love to sonja for all the moments of self-discovery we've had in the past months 💚💚#joker out #personal #thanks for listening to my rambles <3

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olderthannetfic · 11 months

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Something that's always stuck with me is Stitch's followers dogpiling me for writing a Jewish Star Wars AU. Basically it was an AU where Finn was space Moses, the last of a noble Force-sensitive family who made sure he survived the destruction of their planet, and when his Force abilities awakened he went on to fight to free the other Stormtroopers. Stitch didn't like that I went in a Finn/Hux direction wherein Hux was a double agent embedded deep in the First Order, sabotaging it from the inside.

I was called a Nazi. I'm Jewish. I was called anti-black. I'm Beta Israeli, black and Ethiopian-American and proud. I was called a Pick Me POC, I was sent pictures of starving Ethiopian children, I was sent Holocaust pictures, people flooded my comments on AO3 - this was before it had a block feature - and even after I deleted my tumblr the hate bled over onto my other social media accounts. I was called slurs, I was told I should've starved to death, people told me my "Jew money" wouldn't buy off people this time, and I got hit by enough people calling me a monster, a bad person, etc. that I took the story down just to escape them.

Stitch only mentioned me once. Just once.

I think the real issue they have with AO3 is that at any point you can be blocked, comments can be turned off, people can find themselves unable to keep clawing at you again and again. You can make it so they have to be logged in to send their threats and then you can report them. They can dogpile "bad" fans all they want, but there are consequences for their actions. I was 14 then and easily intimidated. Many people on AO3 are not either of those things. You can't harass them off their own platform. And when you try, you end up being booted off of it instead.

The real reason Stitch doesn't like AO3 is that it's designed to protect authors, including "Pick Me POC" and "POC TOO" (get it, it's funny because it's like #MeToo, Stitch is oh so hilarious). It protects those of us who are neither white nor onboard with all of Stitch's opinions and, more broadly, not onboard with purity culture, respectability politics and people's demands that you change your content to match their idea of what a respectable fictional story looks like.

This is not about racism. It's about kicking people who are "wrong" aka write anything they don't like off of AO3 for pure, morally good, self-righteous reasons that they tell themselves make them not the bullies here. It's about control. They want you to do what they want or leave.

I've been rewriting my old fic and I'm planning on putting it back up sometime this year.

No, antis, you don't get to bully black people off of AO3 and call yourselves anti-racist and act like you're moral guardians. To be a moral guardian, you'd need some morals. If you don't like the site's policies, get off of it. I am entitled to my space on AO3 just as much as anyone else. I am not Less Than, and the fact that my own people were the ones telling me I was has permanently made me suspicious of alleged anti-racism campaigns in fandom. I know who these people are when they know there won't be consequences for their actions and they're not people I'd trust to run a bake sale, let alone a fandom archive.

Yikes! That's quite an experience for a 14-year-old!

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animehideout · 3 months

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A Deal ( Ryomen Sukuna X Reader )

Part 6

Check out part 5 here.

a/n: Hi loves, sorry for the late update, I'm struggling with finding motivation since I'm active on both Tumblr and Wattpad.

‼️Since you voted for 3 different endings and I promised to write all of them, I'll start writing 3 different parts ( for exp 3 different versions of part 7 ) till we reach the end, since the events would obviously differ.

Warnings: NSFW MDNI ⚠️

Standing in front of Jujutsu High, nostalgia flooded your mind with cherished memories ; laughter, giggles, echoes of principal Yaga's scolding. The scents and images of your past enveloped you, painting a bittersweet picture. As you began to reminisce, a soft smile adorned your somewhat gloomy face.

Sukuna's voice broke the reverie, jolting you back to the present.

"One hour... that's it," he declared, grounding you in the reality of the moment.

Realizing that despite the risks of being a Jujutsu sorcerer, life then felt like heaven compared to the current disaster, a true hellfire. You nodded, all what you wanted was to hug them once more. An hour seemed more than sufficient, considering you had endured weeks of separation.

"I'll be waiting right here.. if you don't come back in one hour, I'll get in there and kill everyone before your eyes" he threatened.

You gulped, already know that he won't hesitate and would do that for real. You can't risk putting them in danger, you've been bearing all the pain for so long for them to keep them safe, so now you can't ruin it by simply being one second late...one hour is one hour.

"Understood" you muttered,

Sukuna's hold on your waist loosened, granting a temporarily liberation. It felt like a bird that had been caged for years, now experiencing the freedom to spread its wings and fly once again.

You stepped inside as the clock started ticking, countdown began. You started running, to waste no second.

Sukuna's Pov Why do I feel empty? It's just one hour; she'll return, she'll come back to me! Yet, everything seems to turn gloomy and dark without her by my side. I've lived in darkness across all timelines, for long 1000 years. But she changed it; she ignited herself, unintentionally lighting up my world. The moment she offered herself to me as an exchange for Gojo and Megumi's life, what a woman! Maybe it was the way her soul was pure, maybe it was her courage, maybe it was just for my own filthy pleasure, desires and sins. But she succeeded in making me break from the ordinary, and now all what I can think about..is her. If she was anyone else, I would have killed them at the spot, wouldn't even waste a second to negotiate, or spare them with my mercy. But Y/N,she got me wrapped around her finger, to the point that despite boiling with jealousy, and this unexpected ache that I've felt in my chest, aware of what could happen between her and Satoru in these 60 minutes, I've let her go to him, because she wanted to. Because I can't say no to her pleading eyes that drove me crazy. But one thing I won't allow, I won't allow Gojo to steal her away from me. No one can have her. Either mine, or death. End of Pov.

Panting trying to catch your breath, stomping inside, with no further warning.

"Satoru, I'm home" you said with a smile,

“Y–y/n?" they said in union.

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zoeykallus · 9 months

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Important for requesting people...

Okay, I thought about this for a while, and I've decided something.

I get tons of requests, many of them downright praising my work, before asking their request. I'm flattered, very much so, I can't even put into words how overwhelmed I sometimes feel, because of all the requests flooding in (In a good way, because it's super flattering and sometimes in a bad way, because I always worry about not having enough time and being too slow. I know some of you were used to me writing every day, sometimes multiple things a day. But nowadays days I work three jobs and I just can't do it daily anymore without burning out). However, there is something that would be much more important to me.

Now comes the downside of what I have to tell you. If you send me a request, Non-Anon, asking me to do something for you (which I'm usually happy to do), but I can't find your name in my notification list even once in the last four weeks because you haven't liked anything of mine, let alone reblogged it, I won't even think about fulfilling your request. I'm not asking for anything except the occasional reblog. That's not too much to ask, is it?

Now, how, or why, did I come to this conclusion?

Pretty simple. I looked through the last 35 requests I received, and I saw a few names that didn't ring a bell at all. Requesting peeps that were praising me to the heavens, telling me they read everything I write/wrote (you don't have to do that, by the way). And out of curiosity, I went to my desktop PC, went through my notifications, checking it thoroughly for those names, in the period of the last four to six weeks. No notifications, nor reblog, no comment, not even a like. Don't get this wrong, I wasn't angry, but I felt disappointed, maybe even a bit deceived. I thought, why should I consider working on those (some of them quite extensive) requests, when I get nothing back?

Of course, I also make Anon requests, as I'm sure you've seen, and more than a few of those. So of course I can't keep track of that. I get that some peeps are just shy and that's totally okay, that's why I trust my anons and give them the benefit of a doubt, so to speak.

Just a reblog, that's all I'm asking for. (Or at least a like) Because that's what's actually keeping me doing this stuff, seeing that it was worth the time I spent doing it, seeing that people really read it. Now, before any of you start making any comments about ego. It's more about limited time, because as an adult in the middle of life, with three jobs, you just like to see that the things you do for others in your spare time are appreciated or liked in some way. It just makes us writers feel good and not lose the desire to write. I'd even say it should be common courtesy on tumblr.

Don't get me wrong, I have so much love for you guys, I love requests. Furthermore, I'm grateful for your input, your ideas, that you are feeding me with inspiration for my passion to write. I'm just talking about one hand washing the other. Mutual respect, we can all benefit from this, one way or another. You don't need to butter me up, just a friendly hello before you make your request and the occasional reblog will do, and I'll gladly fulfill your HC/Drabble/One-Shot wishes in the fanfiction section. Honestly, I'd rather have your reblog/or comment on one of my works, than a four sentence long praise in your request 😅😉

Love, Zoey

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#fanfiction #fanfiction writer #fandom #requests #tbb #star wars

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spiralingnoodle · 3 months

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Since we're on the train of not clogging the TMA tags with posts about The Magnus Protocol, let's also please stop tagging posts from your RP blogs with the character tags.

Reblog so this reaches more people in the fandom and those who may need to see it can see it.

If you do this, I don't hate you. But please let's be mindful.

I know you want your blogs to be noticed and to get interaction, but tagging every rp post with a main character/fandom tag only clogs said tags with RP posts. Not only that, but many use heavily edited fonts and that, I've been shown, breaks text-to-speech horribly. It makes disabled people's browsing of the tags very difficult because (as said by disabled friend) "every five post, I get a scrambled nonsense audio that takes like 3 minutes to read on the text-to-speech, let alone try to read it by myself with my poor eyesight to figure out if it's and actual fandom post, RP or what".

I hate making these posts because I feel like a bit of an asshole, like, I know most of you aren't doing that to cause trouble or to intentionally clog the tags, but it's difficult to browse non-RP posts when the tag is half-flooded with RP posts. Please stop doing this and remove the main tags from your previous posts (there are ways to mass delete a tag, I think it's ab X-kit thing!).

I've spoken to other people who are also noticing this issue and as a former roleplayer I felt I should speak up.

(Also, please if you know someone who does this, do not send hate to them. This is not a post to incite that. This is just me sharing tumblr RP etiquette from back in the day when I used to RP here in several fandoms. Do tell them, politely, but do not harass or be disrespectful)

Tumblr has no algorithm, and yet half of the posts from character tags I follow are from RP blogs even though I don't follow any nor have liked/reblogged their posts. How? Because these blogs tag their asks, their starters, their IC posts WITH THE MAIN CHARACTER TAGS AND THE MAIN FANDOM TAGS.

As a former tumblr RPer, I'm asking you not to do this. Instead I bring you a suggestion. What can you do instead of tagging your RP posts?

Make a promo post.

Yes! A promotional post of your blog with all the info, you can even add an edit (but please ask for permission if you use someone's art and credit them). Kind of an intro to your blog so people know "ah, I might like following this person's RP" or "cool! I'd like to RP with them!". I did this a lot and it helped enormously! And yes, you may tag these with the main character/fandom tag, but they're ONE post. They won't clog the tags like tagging every single one of your RP/asks.

#tma rp #magnus archives rp #magnus archives #the magnus archives #the magnus archives rp #jonathan sims #michael the distortion #michael shelley #Gerard Keay #mike crew #I'm tagging the ones I've seen most #martin blackwood #melanie king #sasha james tma #oliver banks

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etirabys · 8 months

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Over the past few years I've eased off on trying to be an "appealing blog" and have let myself be weird and boring. I feel less vulnerable but more of a full person. It's nice.

I'm kind of touched people still engage with me / seem to like my posts even though I'm dequeuing random stuff that feels important and real to me but isn't interesting.

The part of me that wants to play popularity / follower-count-go-up games is getting exercised on twitter. I expect to get bored of this – my follower count is lower on twitter, but the negative interaction rate is higher due to the algorithm showing my content to randos faster than I can block them. My lust for attention will almost certainly be slaked before I hit 10K. After that, maybe I'll find another outlet.

My relationship with internet attention is different. I used to treat the internet as my diary because I wanted understanding, and because I had a deep and right feeling that my thoughts are public property. Now, at least on tumblr, the second factor is dominant. (I disclose much less than when I was younger because my irl and internet social spheres merged and intense disclosure embarrasses me, and because my most vibrant thoughts are increasingly about other people's private thoughts. It is nice to not be lonely, but what a cost.)

I notice I've barely linked my porn of the past 4 months anywhere, including in my actual porn server on Discord*. I just don't think those works are very good. I would love to get a flood of reviews and kudos, but the lack of it doesn't bother me. I am content to put the works out there and get 500 hits.

*By the way, if you have zero triggers, want an invite to my erotica writing and reccing Discord, and are okay being declined after a brief vetting conversation, DM me.

The me of five or ten years ago – who craved attention for her creativity – would be shocked by this attitude. But I'm now comfortable with the long game – if what I write is really good, eventually lots of people will be reading everything I write, the way I read everything by an author who passes a certain bar of competence / kink compatibility. If I'm good enough, it'll happen. If I'm not, it won't. Seems fine.

I'm happy to feel this way and not the way I used to feel. And I'm happy to be boring on here, and make meandering posts like this.

#rambl #infinite monkey #meanwhile on twitter

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ophernelia · 4 months

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Hi. Do you have any tips on how to grow your sims platforms? I keep tryig and posting and I hardly get any interactions or followers. Idk what to do. I wish bigger creators would help out smaller ones more by reposting the content so it gets more views. Its so hard starting out

Hey! Yeah, I have a few tips I can share! This is gonna be long so beware!

I keep seeing this sentiment reiterated about larger creators. I get it, but I think everyone's missing one thing in regards to it: you already have access to the same audience they have. Just like you they grew their platform. Maybe it was a stroke of luck from a viral post or something, but they still had to start somewhere. What it takes is getting your content to hit the algorithm. That's all! So even if a larger creator never looks your way, you can still grow and curate an audience without their help. Small accounts are what make up big accounts after all.

You NEED good SEO. I'll talk about TikTok specifically. If you want a boost in visibility then get on Tik Tok. Properly tagging your content is the key to working the algorithm in your favor. I think people believe the more tags the better. No. The more accurately tagged, the better. The hashtags "TS4", "The Sims", and "The Sims 4" are always trending. You should always use those tags. The rest depends on the kind of content you're posting. I'll use my most viral video as an example. My Stormveil Chateau post on Tik Tok got 141.6K views, 22.3K likes. Since it was for a maxis match build I used the following tags: #thesims4 #sims4 #ts4 #simstok #ts4cc #fyp #sim #sims4tok #sims4maxismatch #sims4build #sims4builds #ts4build #ts4gameplay. Most of the tags are related to TS4 and TS4 builds. I wouldn't include anything about CAS, mods, etc. It wouldn't fit the post. Don't flood other tags in hopes of getting more views. It'll just bury your post under a bunch of random content. People have to be able to find your content.

Visually appealing content performs better, period. Y'all give the aesthetic girls hell but they know a thing or two about working the algorithm. I'll give them that! People like things that look nice. Now, that's not to say you need to purge all the color or character from your game. You don't have to follow a certain style trend. Curate your own personal style. Do what you do to the best of your ability. Whatever you post, just make sure it's good quality. Focus on sharpness, clarity, etc. If you wanna curate a particular look then go for it! But most importantly, having clear clean images or videos is the main thing you need. And you don't need a beast of a PC to do it. Sharpen your images and videos before you upload them using Capcut or something. Make sure the lighting is nice. Make sure it's a good resolution for the platform you're posting on. A quick tip: Adding dof to lower quality images makes it look better! See how the left photo looks more clear than the right? A little bit of depth of field helps so the pictures don't fall flat.

Pick a primary social to promote your secondary ones. Usually your primary social may be the one where you have your largest audience. For me, it was Tik Tok. On there I'd promote my Patreon, YouTube, and Tumblr. You just released some cc? Post something about it on Tik Tok, let your audience know they can find it on your Tumblr. Use one to promote the others.

Slow organic growth is STILL growth. Growing your audience is one beast, but maintaining it is a whole other thing. As someone who has gotten shout outs from larger creators, that initial boost ALWAYS dies down. And socials like YouTube will not hesitate to tell you "Hey boo, your shit's failing now. You kinda suck." Been there, felt that. Boosts from other creators and giveaways don't have much longevity. Most times that audience will leave. On occasion you may get a few who stick around, but most won't. That's why it's important to build your audience organically. Yes, it may take longer but they won't just dip out after a few weeks. Things take time to grow. Things take time to curate. Understand you are BUILDING something. It takes time!

And lastly- if you just really want the numbers and it doesn't matter what content you post, then here's what you do: Sell. Still use good SEO, still try to have high quality photos, but give people something to consume. People like to see what they can get. Post some builds, cc, whatever. If you're not a cc creator, then do cc finds, mod reviews, tutorials, build recommendations, lookbooks. People love a good cc haul. They wanna see what they can get. And that's not to say people that make this sort of content don't care about their content. I know they do and it's a lot of work! It still takes time and effort to curate. It's just HOT right now! Especially maxis match content. It ruffles less feathers because a wide array of the Sims community has a vicious vendetta against alpha cc. (Yeah ion know. They will "uncanny valley" and "just play IMVU' you to death. If I say what I think it is.. My people know.) But if you really just want thousands of followers, then there's a way to do it.

With all that said, I know how annoying it is to constantly hear to not focus on numbers but don't. CREATE FOR CREATION'S SAKE. Do it only because you enjoy it. Growth for me has come as a byproduct of me doing whatever the hell I wanted. I make Lykaia because I want to make Lykaia. I love that people love it but it is for me. Not to be an influencer, or to inspire, or to receive praise and accolades. I love everything about the process. Hell, I love the stress that comes with it! I have four scenes to film and I'm still not done editing the ones I have filmed. The episode is supposed to air on MONDAY. I fucking love working down to wire. It's stressful as hell but it feels good! If it's out there, the audience will soon follow. Always. Take your time. Be grateful for where you're at every step of the way. Enjoy the process! And remember that all it takes is one post to take off.

#text post #asks #and take this time to hone your skills!#i am a much better writer and director than i was when lykaia first began

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bowievanfleet · 10 months

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august - jake kiszka the prologue

pairing: jake kiszka x reader (fem pronouns used)

summary: you return to your childhood home in frankenmuth for the first time after a fateful night 3 years ago, only to be greeted by the very same face you were hoping to avoid. what really happened on that hot night in august? will you and jake be able to move past it?

"so much for summer love, and saying "us", cause you weren't mine to lose"

warnings for this chapter: very obvious tension and angst, thats it, for now >:)

author's note: IT'S FINALLY HERE!!!! after months and months of planning and mapping and contemplation and taking a break from tumblr, it's finally here. my other multi-part fic kinda ran off the rails and it never got finished so im PRAYING that this doesn't happen with this story, but as long as ya'll keep me motivated, we should be good 🙏

i could go on and on about how excited i am for you to read this story and about the backstories and references in this but i won't, and i'll let you read this kinda sloppy and rushed prologue! reminder that my taglist form is in my pinned post <3

driving into a town made of memories sounds enchanting on paper-

but you were quickly finding out how very not enchanting it was in reality.

as you pull off the highway exit that leads into your hometown, all of the memories and feelings that you have associated with this place flood back into your psyche like a hurricane.

you drive into your hometown of frankenmuth, michigan, observing what shops are still there and the new ones they’ve added.

you chew on the inside of your cheek as you pass the infamous diner that you and the boys spent so much time at, late into the early hours of the morning, eating your weight in chicken and waffles and gulping down milkshakes so frequently that you had essentially grown immune to brain freezes.

you have to stop yourself-

you and the boys

it echoes in your mind much like a voice echoes off of a stone cave.

you didn’t want to think about them at all, but who were you kidding? you knew that by coming here, everything would come rushing back to you, this is what you signed up for. you were bigger than this. it was 3 years ago, it doesn’t matter now. not anymore.

but it does and you know it

you shove the thought away as quickly as you can, and focus on turning down the familiar road that snaked its way to your house.

you let your eyes drift to the spot in the woods that sheathed the path that you and the twins used to get to and from each other's houses.

since it was springtime, it was canopied with bradford pear trees and cherry blossoms, and the dirt road was lined with muscadine bushes. you made a mental vow to go down the path at least once while you were here.

you approach the house, and a tense part of you eases as you lay eyes on it. all of the memories associated here were mostly good; warm dinners and board games, movie nights and cuddling on the couch.

it was where you learned how to be you, and you don’t think you could ever forget this place, no matter how hard you wanted to. you get out of the car and walk up the steps, not bothering to ring the doorbell.

before you can take two steps inside, your heart stops.

your wide eyes scan the room, person to person. your mom and dad are standing next to each other. your childhood best friend, audie, is standing with a wide grin on her face. your eyes drift to the 4 boys standing next to her, and you almost pass out.

the 3 brothers and the best friend that you grew up with, standing there, each with a different expression on their faces.

josh, with raised brows and a grin. sammy, a mischievous smirk and a quirked brow. danny, a warm and inviting smile. and jake-

jake looks like he's never seen you before in his life, and you can’t decipher if it’s a good look or a bad one.

their voices are distorted as you vaguely register them screaming “welcome home!” at you. you can't stop staring, wide-eyed and confused at the 4 boys in front of you.

sammy waves his hands around, “y/n...?! you in there?” he asked, voice smug, like he knows what's going on.

you drift back to reality, eyebrows shooting up and mind clearing abruptly. “yeah!” you assure, “holy shit, yeah im great!,” you say as you start to realize just how much you’ve missed everyone. you bring your hands up to your mouth as it actually begins to set in on you- you haven’t seen these boys in almost 3 years.

your eyes go to josh and his grin is a comforting familiarity as you run to him. you wrap your arms around him as tight as you can get them, as he picks you up and spins you around. it doesn’t surprise anyone that you go to josh first. you were always closest to the twins- and as it stands, no one really knows how jake would react to you tackling him in a hug right now.

he finally sits you down on the floor, leaning back and cupping your face with his hands. “why do you look so grown up?! y/n i think you're starting to get crow’s feet...” he says, a faux frown lining his lips. you roll your eyes and punch him in the arm, and he playfully jerks his hands away, holding his forearm like it's broken. “still have the iron fist though...” he laughs.

he goes to speak again but is quickly interrupted by a voice behind him, “oh, fuck you guys i can’t wait any longer” and before you can blink you’re wrapped up tight in an ever-familiar loving embrace.

audie warner has been your best friend since freshman year, and she’s the only person besides josh and danny that you’ve kept in constant communication with over the past 3 years. 3 years of late night facetime calls and letters back and forth, only seeing each other on birthdays, and long text paragraphs about how much you miss each other. it’s all come down to this.

you hug her back just as hard, pressing a million kisses to her hair before pulling back.

“holy shit! you’re here for the whole week?” she nods excitedly, practically jumping up and down.

“i mean i’ll be with my parents and siblings too, but you’ll be seeing a lot of me around here. hope you're not too disappointed,” she jests with that signature audie smirk.

“my turn!” another voice, barely registering in your ears before you’re tackled once again, this time from behind. you flip around in the person’s arms, realizing that the lanky arms around you are indeed sam’s, as you had expected.

when you pull back, you’re momentarily alarmed by how much he’s changed; he has facial hair now, perhaps the most surprising of all. his hair has finally grown out again, a little past his shoulders just like it was before you left. you’d known that he cut his hair at some point, but you didn’t know it had already grown back that quickly.

you gasp a little, taking in all his new features. “am i standing in front of george harrison right now?!” you joke, and he rolls his eyes.

“i told you that’s what she’d say!” danny exclaims, turning you around and pulling you into his arms, finally having enough of the waiting game. you had missed danny more than you thought you did, only now realizing how comforting it was to be in his embrace again. his strong arms belted around your waist. you’d needed a danny hug for so long, and it took you guys a while to separate. he knew you were dreading having to pull away, having to face him. danny always knew.

eventually though, you had to. you look at danny again for encouragement, and he gives a subtle nod of his head as you turn to face jake. thankfully, everyone had scattered around the kitchen, continuing to prepare lunch in the kitchen.

you finally work up the courage to meet his gaze. you’ve always sought comfort in jake’s warm, expressive eyes. he had always talked with his eyes more so than he did his mouth. and now, piercing his stare into you, you could tell he was trying to communicate something.

his eyes were hard, stony. he showed no emotion to anyone outside of this exchange, but of course, you always could read him like a book.

there was tension, anxiety, almost a hint of desperation. and then suddenly they were gone, like a switch had flipped and he realized how ashamed he should be for even looking at you.

that's how you felt, anyway. you recall the last time he ripped his eyes away from you like that, and you shudder.

but, ever the bigger person, you clear your throat and turn away from him, starting to make your way through the kitchen and into the living room. you set your bags on a chair next to the fireplace, your gaze getting lost in all the pictures on the mantle.

theres one that you can’t stop staring at. it sits in a silver frame, and there’s four figures standing on a freshly mowed lawn in front of a brick house. it’s the kiszka’s house, and from left to right the picture shows jake, you, josh, and audie, taken about an hour before senior prom. your stare fixes on you and jake. you had loved the prom dress you had gotten; it was lavender, flowy, off-shoulder and floor-length with silver stars littered on the skirt. jake had a black blazer over a white button up, with a lavender tie to match your dress.

he had bought you flowers, the first time you'd ever received them from someone. they were irises, your favorite, with flecks of baby’s breath placed here and there throughout. you had never told a soul, but you pressed some of those flowers when you had gotten home, and you keep them in a special box tucked all the way in the back on the highest shelf in your closet.

you should throw them away, but you can’t bring yourself to.

“i talked to him before you got here”

it was josh, appearing beside you sometime during your nostalgic haze.

“what?”

“jake. i talked to him, told him to play nice. for both of your sakes. he hasn’t stopped complaining to me about it since we heard you were coming back.”

you were taken by surprise. not at the fact that he was angry with you, but that he was openly complaining to josh about it. jake knows that you and josh are on good terms, and no matter how bitter he gets, he never gets in the way of his twin’s friendship with you. until now, apparently.

“that bad?” you raise an eyebrow. josh blows out a mournful sigh. “yeah.”

“im sorry. it's my fault he's like that-”

“it's both of your faults. if you two would get over yourselves and stop acting like teens that have cooties and have to stay a mile apart at all times maybe you’d actually make some progress with him.”

you really weren’t expecting this to come up right off the bat. you were expecting josh to at least let you get settled in first, but i guess he just couldn’t wait to restart his incessant pushing to have you and jake back on good terms.

“josh, i don’t want progress. i want to move on. i’m healing and i really don't want that wound to open again. please understand.” you plead, trying to tell him with your eyes how big of a deal this was to you. he gives in to your desperation like you knew he would.

“fine.” he sighs. “but i wouldn’t completely let your guard down. you don’t want progress, but something tells me he does.” he says, directing his eyes behind you, where his twin is standing, obviously trying to look anywhere else other than where you are. you let out a huff of breath, hugging josh one more time for good measure before hefting all of your bags onto your shoulders and making your way up the stairs and into your childhood bedroom to unpack.

you start with the toiletries, setting them up in their correct places in the small bathroom connected to the bedroom. you plug all your chargers in, and begin to stack up all the books you brought on your nightstand.

you feel him before you even hear him, your back to the door and placing the last book on top of the stack as you stop in the middle of your actions.

of course he’d follow you up here. a part of you was hoping he would, and there was your wish, right there in the doorway. if only you could find the will to turn around and look at him-

“y/n.” it breathes out of him, like he’s been waiting for hundreds of years for your name to leave his lips again.

you sigh.

let the games begin.

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awhitegirlspassion · 1 year

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Right up front, i am a white boy but i still love your blog and i wanted to let you know that you have inspired me to change the course of my life. i have been quietly supporting white girls like yourself who date only Black men for a few years now. i do this by being pussy free, not contacting any women or attempting to date them. But i was often lonely. i decided to contact a couple of other white boys, not from Tumblr but from another site. 2 of us decided to meet, at first thinking we would only masturbate together, just for a change. It gets sort of boring masturbating all alone all the time. However, we soon started touching each other and it was like the flood gates were opened! we enjoyed exploring each other's bodies and minds and we discovered that we are both quite soft and submissive, but i think that is common among white boys. we now hope to find happiness together, at least for a while, and we won't be tempted to bother any white women anymore. i don't think we would have achieved this new state without the encouragement and hope that your blog has given us these past months so i just wanted to thank you!

It always warms my heart when white bois like you find peace and happiness in your new role. It definitely sounds like that you and your (gay?) friends are able to support each other and find your own pleasure in a world where an increasing number of us white girls go black. I am happy for you and if my blog in any way inspired you to find this happiness and seek these new ways of living and finding support, then I'm happy about that too!

I know my blog is primarily about the attraction and the special bond that exists between us white girls and black sexy men, but I feel love and support for you struggling white guys too and I do have sympathy for you as long as you don't interfere with us women or the black men out there that wants us. As more white girls go black, more white bois will become lonely and rejected, I get that. So I think it would be a great way to counter this if more white bois like you could find companionship or maybe even intimacy and pleasure in other white bois. Love is versatile and doesn't know any boundaries, so it makes me happy when white bois like you and many other find love, support and sexual pleasure by having gay interactions with other white bois! More and more women are finding black men as their partners, so why not?😘

#snowbunny dreams #snowbunny #snowbunny thoughts #bnwo propaganda #bnwo #Bbc #interracial #queensofspades #queens of spades

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sickficideas · 2 months

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📍 introduction / info post!

info may be added/changed at any time ;)

hi everyone! I'm maybelle but you can call me may or belle or ringring! my pronouns are they/them and I am 21+ :)

AO3 for Fanfics ☆ Emeto Fanarts

Fanfic requests are closed ❌️

Current ask inbox count: 30-40

Content I post/welcome in my ask box:

- Fictional Emetophilia / Vomiting

- General Sickfic content

- Whump / Injury content

- Fanart, fanfictions and headcanons related to the above 3 points

Favorite Fandoms + Characters

- Bungo Stray Dogs (Akutagawa, Higuchi, Atsushi)

- Helluva Boss (Fizzarolli, Blitz)

- Hazbin Hotel (Alastor, Angel Dust)

- Moriarty the Patriot (William, Louis)

I'm not interested in posting about other fandoms but absolutely open to talking about characters from mentioned series that aren't listed here, of course :)

I try to answer my asks in the order I receive them but is I get one about characters I love or something I'm inspired to talk about I'll answer those sooner!

Before you follow:

- I try to tag all of my posts appropriately so people can search my blog, but also so people with muted tags can avoid certain posts. If you would like me to tag something that I'm not tagging, please let me know. If I am tagging something you think shouldn't be tagged (for example, I no longer tag fics with chro_nic pain to avoid flooding the tag on Tumblr with fictional posts, as per a request), please let me know.

- Please be aware that I post emetophilia content on this blog occasionally! It's often not explicit/not sfw (but always tagged when explicit) but if you're severely emetophobic and not interested in working through your phobia (this isn't a dis, I'm emetophobic irl for example lol) this blog probably isn't for you - but thank you for stopping by!!

Content you won't find on my blog / Content I don't want in my ask box

- Anything involving me. Example. Again I'm emetophobic irl and I prefer to consume content like this on my own terms :)

- NSFW. I don't mind NSFW at all but I'm not comfortable with having that content in my ask box!

- I'm generally not interested in talking about X Reader/self insert content :) (Sorry!)

- Also generally not super interested in talking about fandom things that aren't sickfic/whump/angst/etc. related on this blog, since that's not what people are here for :)

- I won't post snz kink, weight gain kink, or scat stuff on my blog :) I don't mind seeing most of it, you just won't find it here.

- And these two are a little random but I don't care for hanahaki disease or content with excessive torture at the moment

End of post!

#pinned post!#thank you for reading :)

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taytjies-fanfictions · 1 year

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“The Bakugos are coming.” Inko's words hit Izuku like a punch to the gut. He stops in his tracks, his body tensing up as his mind races with thoughts of Katsuki Bakugo. Despite his internal turmoil, Izuku forces himself to smile at his mother. As he turns back to his work, his hands shake slightly, causing him to chop the food a bit too roughly. Memories of the sludge incident flood back, and he can't help but frown. He remembers how Katsuki had avoided him after the incident; there was no visit from them. Was Izuku already changing the past, not even twenty-four hours after arriving? Did his mother panic because he came home later than usual and call Mitsuki?

“Maybe you and Kastuki-kun can talk about U.A.? Mitsuki said that he applied too.” Inko's suggestion catches Izuku off guard, and he holds back a scoff.

"I'm not going to U.A.," he replies, trying to keep any bitterness out of his voice. Suddenly, there's a loud bang, and Izuku spins around to find Inko looking shocked. "Mom!" he cries out in concern, rushing to her side. He inspects her for any injuries, relieved to find none.

"Did someone hurt you? Did they say something to you, Izu-kun? Mommy will fight them!" In spite of the seriousness of the situation, Izuku can't help but giggle at the thought of his mother taking on the entire hero community and even All Might himself. However, he quickly shuts down those thoughts. There's no need for him to entertain those particular memories.

Izuku holds onto his mother, trying to soothe her. "I'm fine, Mom," he assures her. "No one said anything. I just realized that there are more ways to be a hero than going to some fancy school and looking pretty for the media." Inko's expression softens as she listens to Izuku's words, and he can see her calming down.

"I'm applying to Yurugasu," Izuku continues. "It's a high school focused on kids that are exceptionally smart, quirk or no quirk." Inko hesitates for a moment before smiling hesitantly, and Izuku lets her step away from him. He watches her closely as she processes the information.

He remembers that in the past, it was Inko who suggested the school after the disaster at U.A. It was because she had attended the school herself when she was a kid. Inko beams at him, and a few of her stress lines seem to miraculously disappear as what he said really settles in her mind.

Izuku feels bad that his desire to be a hero stressed his mother out so much. He feels even worse knowing that she will be even more stressed when she finds out about his connection with the mafia.

Hey there! I'm excited to share a sneak peek of chapter two from my fanfic with you all. I'll be posting the whole chapters here on Tumblr and on AO3, so you won't have to wait long to read more. If you're a fan of BakuDeku, you're in for a treat because it's a crossover with a big splash of it. The first chapter will be up on Monday, so keep an eye out! The series is split into three volumes, each with 20 chapters, so there's a total of 60 chapters for you all to enjoy. Can't wait for you to join me on this adventure! *cough* There are some spoilers in the tags. *cough*

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