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local-pan-wizard · 10 months
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Watching the difference between the Twitter migration mentality vs. the Reddit migration mentality is fucking hilarious.
Like, when Twitter users started moving over here everyone was pulling out all the stops and bringing back old fandoms that they were into and basically firing rent lowering shots by being super cringey.
And then all of the sudden when the Reddit refugees start showing up we're like, "ah yes, pull up a log and gather around the dumpster fire. We'll teach you how to not get killed by people hunting down bots and carve out a little area for you guys to relax and get used to the site before we throw you into the deep end of this hellsite that we call home. Tomorrow is Let Papyrus say Fuck day so you can prepare for that if you want. You want some hot coco and a blanket?"
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helianskies · 11 months
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for the dialogue prompts, 11 + turkspa? :)
drooling crying screaming 🍪
Talk
He wrangles the other around a corner, out of sight and hopefully out of earshot, and urges in a clumsy not-quite-whisper, "Will you keep your voice down?"
"Why?" the other returns. "Scared someone will hear?"
"I'm not scared, no—"
"Then stop trying to avoid me, and let's talk!"
"Sure," Sadık scoffs, "let's talk, not shout for the whole damn building to hear!"
"Yeah, well, some things," Antonio returns, barely lowering his voice as his tone turns more harsh, "are hard to be quiet about!"
"Even for five minutes?"
"You really want me to stop?"
"Yes!"
"Then make me! Go on, make me!"
The demand (or is it a challenge?) creates a brief stalemate. Sadık stares at Antonio, and the other stares right back. 
Then, Antonio takes a slow breath.
And then—
"I'm not going to act like it didn't happen," he proceeds, his voice finding an almost normal volume. "You and I had quite the night, and I'm frankly seriously offended that you're now ignoring me. That isn't fair!"
"I'm not trying to ignore it, or you," Sadık replies. While he is grateful that the other has at least quietened down, he knows that he's far from safe. "This isn't the time or place to talk about last night, Antonio. Not while we're around people we know. Other nations. People who might misinterpret our actions."
Antonio appears to not be quite convinced by such an excuse, however. "Am I misinterpreting last night…?"
"N— No—"
"Then don't mess me around," he warns. "If last night meant anything to you, you should know better than to do that to me."
He's right. Sadık does know better. And he knows that, right now, the other is doing a very good job of holding himself back.
In the past, a confrontation such as this one could end in blows, in a verbal scuffle, in a trip and tumble onto a bed (in which the viciousness of both participants erupted into a coping method—a method of loving). He can feel them now, the ghosts of fingers, hands, limbs and lips. Not-so-distant memories and memories from centuries ago, too.
Now that he stands there, and Antonio stands before him, he realises that they have stood together like this repeatedly throughout a shared history. Harsh whispers, cruel words. Daring gazes, silent threats. Sadık finds it a shame that old habits die hard, but Antonio, at least, seems to be calming down somewhat now that he has gotten his words out.
He even looks… a little bit sad… or hurt…
"You don't want to talk," the other continues, "and fine, I get it. But we have to talk at some point."
Sadık concurs and assures him that, "We will. We can talk later on, once all of this—" He jabs a thumb towards the conference room, half-full of nations while they're all on recess. "—is over."
Antonio hesitates—his eyes search Sadık's face for any hint of dishonesty.
"You mean that?" he asks in the end, semi-accusatory. "You won't run off and disappear when the day's up?"
"No," he says, shaking his head. "If you want to talk, then that's what we'll do."
Antonio hums. "Right," he says, short, blunt. "But do you want to talk?"
"I just said that—"
"That I want to talk, and I do. But I don't want to have a one-way conversation, either," Antonio explains to him, which in turn makes Sadık feel… bad. Like he hasn't listened, or hasn't understood, even if he has. Hasn't he…? "If you want this—" And he gestures between the pair of them. "—to be something more than a single night in a hotel room, then you'll have to tell me. I just— I'll let you think about it… I don't want to force you into anything if you're not sure…"
So, Antonio walks away. Somehow, and so much more controlled than he was moments ago, he walks back around the corner and towards where refreshments have been provided in order to kill what time remains of the break. 
Sadık feels a tug for no more than a split second. He feels a tug to stop him, to grab him again, to pull him back and tell him exactly how he feels with brazen actions rather than words. But the tug fades as fast as it arrives when Antonio makes it more than three steps away, and Sadık is left alone in his silence.
The truth of the matter is, he knows what he wants. He just doesn't know if Antonio wants the same. So yes, they'll talk. But the conversation to come is one that does scare him. He'd just sooner die than admit that to anyone.
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momotowan · 1 year
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'sup, tumblr followers that may not remember me... it's me Momoto, i'm back and i'm about to attack—
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candiedapplez · 6 months
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sits in your inbox
helo have a pillow and blanket
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eclec-tech · 1 year
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The Twelve Gifts of Life Day
For the first gift of Life Day, The Bad Batch gave to me...
Omega riding Muchi!
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catherinewind · 9 months
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nervousloveheart · 10 months
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kinda rebloging this from local-pan-wizard, I just deleted all the swear words because I try not to have any swear words on this blog.
Watching the difference between the Twitter migration mentality vs. the Reddit migration mentality is hilarious.
Like, when Twitter users started moving over here everyone was pulling out all the stops and bringing back old fandoms that they were into and basically firing rent lowering shots by being super cringey.
And then all of the sudden when the Reddit refugees start showing up we're like, "ah yes, pull up a log and gather around the dumpster fire. We'll teach you how to not get killed by people hunting down bots and carve out a little area for you guys to relax and get used to the site before we throw you into the deep end of this site that we call home. Tomorrow is Let Papyrus say a nasty word day so you can prepare for that if you want. You want some hot coco and a blanket?"
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doyouknowwhoyouare13 · 10 months
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I'm going to read, I'm going to. I WILL GET OUT OF THIS GOD DAMN SLUMP 😡
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tigg86 · 1 year
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My handsome old boy
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spacevixenmusic · 3 months
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Source: Space Pirate Mito [1999]
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stuckinapril · 3 months
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friend wanted to see my tumblr, and when i told him i can’t show it to him bc it’s basically my personal diary he went “oh so I can’t see it but a bunch of strangers on tumblr can??” he literally does not get me. no one will get me like the people in my phone get me
#It’s just so different#even though it’s public it still feels secret and safe. i feel comfy sharing a lot more on here than I do in my actual day to day life lol#in my head I’m also just speaking to myself 90% of the time which helps#if a friend off tumblr saw my thoughts I’d feel so weird ab it#esp bc they might get the vagueposting about certain situations and tell mutual friends#no thank u. this is for me. I’m not about to start censoring my thoughts bc someone I know knows my tumblr#u guys literally saw me have LIVE BREAKDOWNS#meanwhile I’ll have the worst fucking day in history and tell no one about it. I’m already cripplingly private but way more so in real life#this is basically a low stress journaling outlet for me. it’s so important for me to maintain the separation#like this is actually my diary & has been so handy for letting out emotions / articulating thoughts / staying on track !!#& I’ve met so many kind people on here who actually get me. which is so hard to find irl bc I’m surrounded by pre-med gunners/overachievers#who are by standard not very good w emotion & can be competitive/judgmental. or at least it’s hard for me to be vulnerable in front of them#and I’m part of that crowd so I reserve my emotions only to a handful of very close friends#it’s nice to hop on here and express negative emotions!! or positive emotions!! just whatever I want and it’s low stress and people get me#I don’t have to worry about judgment or competitiveness etc etc#like everyone on here is so kind & nice & understanding. & just a breath of fresh air from the types I run w. it’s just nice to have this#so idk that’s why I think I’ll always be strict about keeping the worlds separate. it just works#p
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azure-glakryos · 10 months
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I technically didn't start using tumblr because of the whole reddit crap, which is pretty funny. I actually downloaded the app because I liked Bettina Levy's videos, and one day after arriving here I heard about the API changes (still dont know what happened, just know that people didn't like them).
Well, the place looks comfy and fells like the right social media to me, so I'll probably stay.
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