#i miss all the artists that i followed here from DA

[caught-a-ghost]

if they actually make this deal with midjourney, like, that's it. it'll be over for me here. i won't stay for that.

but, man, i've been here 12 years. where the fuck am i supposed to go.

#i miss all the artists that i followed here from DA #that i followed on twitter and instagram #no platform has done right by artists tbh with you #but this #ai is just so gut wrenchingly invasive #idk maybe i'll just upload to ao3 or something #i'm tired

[copias-sewer-rat]

COPIA'S SEWER RAT RECOMMENDATIONS PT.1

This has been a long time comming! I wanted to take the time to create a long post not only with fic recommendations but also other stuff. The Ghost community is so talented that I needed time to gather all of the amazing projects and ideas that flutter around.

(This even took longer than anticipated because just when it was almost ready some of the authors in this list posted some freaking MASTERPIECES and I needed to add them as well, obviously.)

I plan to do a post like this from time to time with new discoveries, so please if you don't follow/know these creators, please check them out. Furthermore, if there is someone you think I have missed or that you would like for me to check out, please, let me know. I am always eager to know more amazing creators.

(please be aware that some of the fics and artists I will be talking about write some very nasty, yet amazing, stories/art so please always check their tags and tws before diving in).

next part | my masterpost

📝WRITING

Let's start with one of the backbones of this amazing community: @da-rulah and her gorgeous and deliciously nasty fics. Please go read Rituale Septem and Confessional if you haven't already. Her hcs and drabbles are also so so good, you should read everything she has written, you won't be dissapointed.

Now, the wonderful, amazing writer that is @her-satanic-wiles. I have become her personal and most ardent supporter this October (if you could not tell by how much I have reblogged and liked her stuff smh). Her Kinktober challenge this year has been an absolute delight so I leave you with her mastrerlist so you can check her out on your own.

Now, my beloved, the amazing writer that is @writingjourney with my favourite fic to date I Knew Nothing but Shadows. I honestly get such joy when she posts, it is pure perfection. She puts such detail in her writing that it always makes me so incredibly happy to read her stuff. I also leave you with her masterlist, please check her out! UPDATE: SHE JUST POSTED THE MOST PERFECT VAMPIRE SECONDO FIC, you must read it: Friday Nights at the Vinothek.

The great @bupia is next!!!! I honestly adore everything they write. My personal favs are Barista Preferita, Love Letter, Bloodlust, their kinktober series and their new work is Serendipity. I am always in awe with how they write honestly. I want to be y/n so much with their fics (lol, cringe). Please read everything of theirs!

How can I not mention the absolute, amazingly talented, cowboy lover that is @ramblingoak ??? Her whole universe of cowboys (I love cowboys like yeehaw all day you know?) is honestly one of my favs, AND THE WAY SHE WRITES, let me tell you, the DETAILS, the EMOTIONAL backstories, THE ROMANCE, THE DRAMA?! Please go read The Cardinal's Bride and the other stories of the same au if you haven't done so already. You are missing out on one of the best AUs this fandom has to offer. UPDATE: A NEW FIC?! SKATING COPIA?! TIGHT SUITS?! Need I say anything else? Go read her new series: Copia on ICE!

Then, @molly-ghuleh !! I just started reading her stuff and now I cannot stop?! Camellia is SO GOOD you must read it!! It deserves much more attention!!! THE DETAILS?? The love at first sight trope leaving me in shambles???!!! I am seriously invested and I cannot recommend her more! GO! NOW!

Next, my lovely ghestie @discountdemonwarehouse/@eyeslikelilith who is so funny and so so nasty😈💜! Please go follow her here and on Ao3 for her amazing fics (I love her WWDITSxGhost fic What We Do In The Ministry the most hehehehe iykyk)

@leezlelatch and her amazing drabbles bring me so much joy, please go check her out and read everthing she posts, it is wonderful and insanely entertaining. (I cannot choose only one recommendation help, read everything!!!)

What can I say about @earthry other that she is amazing and I that I am obsessed with her drabbles and asks? I have read Watermelon Kisses so many times that you could lock me up.

Go check @zombie-rott out in general! Her stories are very comforting and nice!!! AND THE WAY SHE WRITES??? I love love love it. I highly recomend reading Pawprints, it is adorable, you should ckeck it out.

Please go read @bethbruttenholm's Seduce Me... I fell in love with this fic, so so good, and her writing is *chef's kiss*.

@anamelessfool in general is a master, like, her Omega3 fics are so nice *wink*, extra kudos for Reciprocity muhahahaha (it is delicious)

AAAAAA @gravehags and her curator!reader x copia series??? I AM ABSOLUTELY OBSESSED? THE HALLOWEEN CHAPTER? I WAS GRINNING LIKE A MADWOMAN ALL THE TIME. She also writes a lot about the Ghouls and Ghoulettes and it is SO SO NICE!

@the-curator1 In The Darkness of your Dreams ??? AN ABSOLUTE MASTERPIECE oh my Satan, I LOVE LOVE IT!!!

🎨ART

This list is going to be long and I don't want to sound like a broken record or make this post eternal (because I could talk about all of them for ages if you let me) so I will make only a big recommendation for the following artists:

@vogelfreyh

@piaart

@vanmec

@comfysanda

@nocterish/@nocturnal-birb

@sirlsplayland

@risunsky

@blanchebees

@mardyart

@meowsaidmissy

@forgelokid

@novaiisk

@nekronyancer

@delulluart

@yollur

@quaildoodle

@oranpo

@doodleshrimps

@kabukiaku

@thew0man

@blackbird5154

Please, check all of them. They deserve all the recognition they can get. I adore how much love and effort they put in their art, WIPS or whaterver they decide to make. Every single one of them inspires me so much, I cannot explain with words how proud I feel to be able to look at their creations and share a community or even an interest with such talented creators.

👻OTHERS

This is the one that needs more creators. I need to find projects, creators that do other things such as theorising, gifs, big projects, whatever. Please, give me your suggestions and I will check them out and add them in following entries.

For now, I leave you with a couple of amazing people that deserve all the praise:

@stressghoul I honestly follow her EVERYWHERE. I love her tiktoks so much, she is so funny. The Brittany Brosky of the Ghost community you could say.

@slavghoul If you need any questions solved about our dear Satanic papas, go follow Slav. I have never seen a more dedicated person with such an amazing brain, it is honestly so inpiring to see what they have to say every single time. By the way, also check their videos on all the little isolated parts from Ghost songs, does not fail on lifting my feet from the ground as if possessed, every-single-time. You can check all the videos here.

@kabukiaku again??? YES! WHY?! BECAUSE I ADORE HER PAPA PLUSHIES I THINK THEY ARE THE CUTTEST!!!!

Lastly, I wanted to mention a YouTube creator that is making orchestral versions of Ghost songs. I found an orchrestral version of DATHOML on Tiktok and I had to find the whole song. Please check them out because they are doing more and it is amazing. Jamie Turton.

#gonst #the band ghost #ghost #the band ghost bc #ghost bc band #recommendation post #sewer rat recommends #amazing creators #papa emeritus iv #cardinal copia #ghost bc #ghost band #papa emeritus iii #papa terzo #papa secondo

[mins-fins]

TO MY FIRST LOVE (K.JH)

SUMMARY . . . a letter to his first love, kum junhyeon, and the memories that follow.

PAIRING . . . kum junhyeon x male!reader

GENRE . . . fluff+angst (deadly combination)

WARNINGS . . . none i'm pretty sure!

WORD COUNT . . . 777 (wow shorter than i expected!)

NOTES . . . here we go with junhyeon!! haha, can't tell if this is supposed to be sad or cute but you can decide that for yourself

dear kum junhyeon,

it's been a while, it has. i like to think that i'm a consistent person, but the last time we talked was almost three months ago, and i just wanna check up on you! i hope your okay, how's the performance art major going? i know your passing with no issue, you've always been insanely talented, i have no doubt that your the star student, especially with how much of a lovable person you are.

i hope you haven't forgotten me, because i haven't forgotten you. i know you've responded to my letters, all of them, but it's been three months, and even though this might make me sound like a clingy bitch, i assume you'd forget me already, because.. i just don't really think i'm memorable. i also just wouldn't be surprised if you forgot me at all, because your busy and having fun, i wish i could be there with you, but the world really just hates my guts.

if your interested, art has been going well. my teachers have told me that my paintings are so good that they could get accepted into an art museum someday, you told me that once, remember? when we were twelve and you saw my painting of that house by the lake, you told me i was gonna become the next 'da vinci', which resulted in me punching you in the shoulder.

i dislike thinking about the fact that we haven't talked for the past few months. i constantly check my phone and frown when i see no notifications from you. did you know, the picture i chose for you is the one from your twelfth birthday, when i put icing on your noise. you always said that photo was embarrassing, but you looked cute, even though you would always vehemently deny that.

it's difficult these days, you know student loans and all, but thinking about you always seems to help me forget about all the horrible stuff going on in my life (you better not call me cringey in the return letter), because.. i don't know, i just like thinking about you for some reason. years ago, i could have never imagined myself saying that, but now, it's kind of hard to go on without you, if you get what i mean.

i could never imagine my life without you years ago..

i hate writing like this, because.. well— i sound stupid when i write about stuff like this. sometimes, i wish i could have convinced my parents to not move me to new york for college, but then again, i am "successful" now, so i guess in the end it all amounted to something. of course, i still have a long way to go, i'm only nineteen, there's still so much for me to do and accomplish, but it's disappointing to think i have done this all without you by my side.

i still have that painting you made me, your a really talented artist, i can't believe you called it "just a small hobby for when i'm bored", when you've made some better paintings than me, and that's saying something. i miss you, like a lot, junhyeon, writing my feelings on paper makes me feel stupid, because expressing myself through writing has always been difficult for me to do, as i've told you before.

i know what we have has always been a little complicated, our feelings are mutual are they not? i'd like to think i'm right in this instance, hopefully, because it would be super embarrassing if i was wrong, but at the same time, how long will it be until we see each other again? how long will it be until i actually get to see you face to face and tell you how i feel all over again?

this is getting kinda depressing, sorry, i just— i really miss you a lot okay? this may come off as desperate and stupid, but honestly, it gets kinda difficult knowing your all the way across the ocean and i could be right there with you if the circumstances were different, but alas, not everything is gonna be in my favor, i realize that now.

anyway, kum junhyeon! it'll be nice to catch up much more personally sometimes, if we ever get the chance to see each other in person once again, which is probably highly unlikely but hey! we all need to have at least a little bit of hope.

of course, make sure to take care of yourself, love, stay hydrated, and get a full eight hours of sleep everyday, i'll talk to you again soon :).

xoxo,♡ y/n

#kum junhyeon #tiot #tiot junhyeon #tiot imagines #tiot x reader #kum junhyeon x reader #kum junhyeon imagines #𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 isa's works!

[cookieshower]

This question is 10+ years late, but I’m reaaaaaaaaaaaaaally curious to know. How did you first get into SpaPort / PortSpa and why do you like it more than the others?

oh this is gonna be a mini story time 🛐

how: since i got into hetalia toni is already a blorbo™. you know those things like uhh if a ship has both of my blorbo in it i will love it more? yeah...

in 2011-2014 there was a popular heta fan comic in deviantart called Maaf, it's mainly focused on maritime southeast asia ocs and bits of their history with other canon charas. it's kinda non linear (chronological??).

around that time port's 2nd design is revealed (the ponytail with scar), later the author of Maaf drew him in the story... note that the author doesn't write some parts of the story, chunks of it is provided/suggested by readers from said countries, port included.

ofc teen me (occasional yaoi enjoyer) & some readers went: oh ☺️ so that is spain's brother ☺️ they bicker a lot ☺️ wanna see more❣️ then i saw more arts of them by few dA artists... saw their tumblr accounts, followed, and from there i discovered many more in The spaport tumblr✨✨. i was just a minor lurker gnfjnfs, gradually left heta in 2014, made no drawing/content.

dragged back to heta bc of new season & SEA charas › jan 2022 i watched a certain anime and 2 main charas reminds me of #them › wow suddenly i miss #them a Lot..... › marathoned all their remaining tumblr arts and fics i've never seen before and dusted off my tumblr

why:

the 3 principles of good heta ship (credit to oomf): neighbours that share borders, one have invaded the other, family bond/related. this formula is always correct!

then there's canon materials and "why are you only meek with him"... toni only showed his weak side to port??? this exclusivity?!? oh it's over for other ships /lh.

TO ME a lot of ship dynamics/trope fit them heheh. sun and moon, dumb and dumber, sensitive and oblivious, writer and artist, i can fix him, etc. i think being a foreigner means i understood their irl relations less and i wont go "actually..." [insert better english sth sth ignorance is bliss].

they also reminds me of a favourite ship that involves my country so 🤒 even their language differences(?). then other fav ships reveals even more of spaport history bits from different pov. not elaborating the 3 ships here bc it will be Long and off topic lol but these kept adding as i learned more!! so yeah there's the many indirect connections.

ok that's what i can think of, excuse the incoherent texts :3c

#ask #the ship is popular in jp fans based on their canon material #but here? yeah maaf kinda contributed #some opinions changed but this ship stayed #they can be one amoeba split into two and i ship them #spaport

[alexologyart]

Some thoughts about the migration

Seriously thinking in just nuking my Twitter account or just stopping using it  after what has been happening, there are a number of reasons I just prefer to get out of there, this includes:

Of the 3k people following me on twitter, only 20 or just 10 (sometimes lower) interacts with my tweets.

I’ve had very nasty interactions with people there.

There has been absolutely no replies nor responses other than already my twitter circle and friends. I seriously considered I am just bad at art, and I know is not the case.

I can not promote: patreon, kofi, commissions, without bots and scammers getting in my DM or replies, is just exhahusting to have to censor the words every time.

Follow x Follow doesn’t even work in the art community without several scammers getting into line, and in the end, just 5% of those “artists” support each other. If you unfollow anyone because you want to clean your timeline, they will just stop supporting you.

Is difficult to me to manage SEVERAL accounts, I have Instagram, facebook (already thinking in nuking these two as well), Tumblr, DA, ArtStation, Mastodon, Kofi, Patreon, Artfold, Inkblot, Cara... did I miss something else?

The algorithm absolutely fucked me over, if you are not blue, you are basically invisible, pushed lower in the timeline and feed of your own followers. I have had to rt my own art several times for people to get to see it, sometimes I think I am shadowbanned because I just tweet something and I don’t see it in my OWN timeline

Everyone is migrating, absolutely everyone, I noticed artists tweeting less and less, some fortunate professional artists got bsky accounts now and are getting good number there while other minor artists are still in the waitlist.

Now, I’m trying not to be pessimist, but right now it feels like using the birdapp is just useless. I’m just retweeting art from other people because tweeting my own art feels like nothing, and I like to support people, I really do because they are amazing, but feeling invisible due to the algorithm + passive shadowban is just depressing.

As I mentioned above, I’m in other places, Mastodon is one of them, and I KNOW people feels intimidated by it + doesn’t understand wtf is all about, thinks is some tech savvy thing or worse, thinks is full of nazis or extremists when it all depends on the Instance you choose (and most mayor instances have blocked radicalized/extremists ones), but you just have to sign up to ONE instance focused in art (socel.net is mine focused in art and animation, mastodon.art is the one artists are using the most) and you have access to the whole Fediverse, and Mastodon has several other apps you can access to, I recommend Megalodon in the Playstore. Is that simple.

Now, if you want to follow me in a place other than Twitter and Tumblr, just check my carrd account HERE

#twitter migration #twitter migrants #artists on tumblr #art #twitter #personal #textpost #mastodon #alexologyart

[sweatandwoe]

Blog Recommendations

Hello all, I decided to post a fic (coming out later tonight) to celebrate 2k followers, but also I wanted to recommend some blogs, cause 1. This other creators are amazing and 2. I wanna see milestone work

These aren't in any particular order and I'll put a brief blurb beside each one just to explain what they're about

@ink-and-dagger Ya know her, ya love her. Seriously if you're not following Inky or reading Drink with me, fool of a took. I'm gonna be following Inky into the end so if you're here for the long-haul be prepared

@a-gal-with-taste Gal has so many works, that it's hard to pick a favorite. But right now we're getting Flawed, and you should def check that out

@chickenparm You enjoy bastard blorbos? A variety of content awaits you here, with John Seed, Spike Spiegel, and Silco. I'm gonna be following Chicken for life, and with her writing skills, she'll get you to fall for new blorbos everyday

@vasiktomis also has John Seed content, but also has Marcus and Silco from Arcane (Vida is an excellent OC as well I wanna marry her AND have her punch me in the face). An artist and an author, they're amazing and also some grade A shitposts

@simpfiles Simp's headcanons are fucking high tier. Like same grade as fics I've read, have me staring at the screen and making (good) noises. Also incredibly funny with good takes A+ you should follow

@designfailure56 Design I love you, and you need to change your name to Design Success. With amazing designs for not only Silco x Reader fics, but Solas from DA art along with amazing DnD Designs, you should follow Design for some good art

@pomegranatebat They're a wonderful, tough funny lil guy. Bringing joy and shitposts to life, they also have amazing painting and animation skills. You should follow (and commission) them

@zkyfall amazing art, amazing fics. Funny and super nice. I have notifications on for when they post because I know it's gonna be amazing

@x-amount-verbs Helping Hand is becoming one of those fics where I know I'm gonna re-read it years down the line. A+ writing, super funny and kind. (You should also follow their main @onewhoturns)

@aromansoul love love love you Sharky, giving us amazing boxer Silco and that amazing Silco and Jinx comic. Gonna be following Sharky forever (and you should be too)

@insult-2-injury one of the funniest people here, I will continue to love her even if she wears a jiaper with some jorts overtop. An incredible fic writer too, and please check out the masterlist you will not be disappointed

@lemmielem WORKS WAY TOO HARD GIVING US AMAZING STUFF. Lemmie you need a day off, and a nice drink and to be read all the Silco fics, while we follow you around and fan you (because we're your fans)

@iseutz SUSU IS ANOTHER ARTIST AUTHOR COMBO. Writing beautiful fic, drawing amazing art. I adore you, would marry 10/10 person

@of-the-argonath I MISS YOU SHER. COME BACK. Writing incredible fics, such as a Dragon Arcane fic, and Love thy Neighbour, I am swooning and in love. Go read it

@kikorenart following for life. Kiko's art is beautiful, and your art with Silco is so inspiring, I got some stickers of it. Also creator of some of the most cursed art I've seen, love you <3

@lemonmancer another artist who needs to be fanned and adored. Drawing not juts Arcane, but Resident Evil too with the magento husband. Fanastic art, and also wrote some amazing x Reader fics

@six-feet-sleep fun fact, I didn't realize until like I went for a re-read Six wrote a fic I commented on and replied to me, long before I actually met her. An incredible author, one of the funniest authors I've ever seen, along with being an amazing artist

@mazikomo Not only one of the best fic headcanons or writers, with new fic In too Deep, but also one of the greatest bakers the world has ever seen. Really likes beans too, if you like em

@astudyincontrasts have you read penance yet? Cause me and Inky review the chapters each time one comes out. Personal lil bookclub, they also have amazing Viktor x Reader and some boxer!Silco fics!

@dad-dumpster The Daddiest with the largest dumpy. Art is A tier, I'm never gonna get over with how you draw Silco's hair, and now stuff with the DBD guys. I have so many emotions about it (all positive ones) go follow em

@arcanescribbles though their name is Arcanescribbles, I'm gonna be following even when the Arcane stuff stops. their artwork is beautiful and I know it's gonna be in art gallery one day

@thesaltybuns CREATING SO MUCH ART FOR US! o7 thank you for your service, and letting us view all of your art. It's amazing and I'm lucky to know you Buns! <3 <3 (you can also see @thespicybuns for some other artwork hehehehehehe)

This is getting pretty long so I'm gonna list some other accounts if you like Silco stuff here below, you should follow them for the good good content (also they all seem very nice!)

@purpurniymstitel @ashc-drawing-art-corner @cuckconnosieur @deny-the-issue @steponmesilco @vinciwolf @silcobussy @tsukioreo @heydeerie @fic-heaven @witchypandamonium @sunofzaun @itstracker @ironandglass @lilli-chae @shahs1221 @agoutighost @dust-of-starsandlittle-hopes @silcoitus @perfectlywingedcrusade @flower-of-zaun @whooooshhhhhh

#I'm sure I missed some people #and I'm sorry if I missed you! #I'm very dumb but please go follow all these geniuses #its a me sweaty #there's also probably a lot of cross-following already but I wanted to still shout out cause I'm a lameo and want each of these blogs #to have more love

[ghoooostfellow]

RSS for Artists and the People Who Follow Them

RSS is the best thing for artists that you didn't know still existed. Tired of trying to figure out what new thing you have to do this week to get your posts seen? Tired of keeping up with 8 different websites to follow all the artists you like? Do you hate Musk/Zuckerberg, the general social media experience for artists, endless scrolling, or fractured communities? Use RSS! It's a super simple and comfortable way to experience social media.

Keep reading below for the full how-to!

What is RSS and why should I care?

RSS is a standardized format at a URL that computers can read to monitor updates to a website. When a post gets made, the RSS feed gets updated containing the post's information. An RSS reader is the app you use to view these RSS feeds and subscribe to them. It displays updates to the RSS feed similar to a normal social media dashboard.

There are many more specifics we could get into, but the technical details aren't really what matter here: the main point is that you can use an RSS reader to follow all your favorite people from almost any site and never miss an update, all while being able to view the content at your own pace.

Through simple steps outlined further down, you can follow twitter, instagram, deviant art, youtube, and tumblr accounts, subreddits, personal websites, newsletters, and more! The cool thing is, unlike your twitter or instagram feed, the RSS reader has powerful tools to display the posts exactly to your liking with filters, sorting, AND posts that won't disapear until you mark them as read, so you can kiss FOMO goodbye. Of course, this does mean I don't necessarily recommend you use RSS for your general meme accounts where an endless feed is somewhat ideal, it's much better suited for following creators or others you want to keep up to date on.

I use Inoreader as my RSS reader because it's free (though you can pay for more features), has a good mobile app as well as a browser version, and a good UI that is comfortable for post viewing.

Benefits as a viewer

No algorithms (but you can set filters)

Posts stay until you see them, so you don't have to be online 24/7 to see art you followed for

You can follow people on any* site and see it all in one place

No logging into multiple accounts or checking websites for updates

No ads, sponsored posts - nothing you don't want to see

Benefits as an artist

No algorithms! Format posts any way you like without worrying about getting nerfed

Freedom to post where ever you want

If RSS became standard, you wouldn't have to worry about posting on every social media in existance; anybody can follow you easily, no matter where you are

You'll be able to reach your audience no matter the whims of social media changes

Like having a newsletter without any extra work

How to subscribe to social media feeds through RSS

Here's a quick run down of how subscribing to an RSS feed generally works:

A website exists that has RSS

You type website.com/rss/ into your RSS reader and it sees an active feed

You hit subscribe

Peace on earth is achieved

Of course, sometimes it's not that simple and a website's feed is at a different URL. There might be a little RSS button on the website you can copy the link from, or readers like Inoreader can be given the basic URL and it'll try to find if any RSS feed is attached to it.

In the past, most socials had RSS built in, but this has slowly been phased out in favor of notifications/algorithms. So unfortunately, it's not as simple as it used to be anymore. Fortunately, however, websites like rssbox or RSS-Bridge can automatically turn twitter and other social media profiles into an RSS feed.

Before we get to that, however, there is some great news: some sites, such as tumblr and DeviantArt, still have RSS built in to each profile!

Tumblr feeds are at: https://blogname.tumblr.com/rss (god bless tumblr)

DeviantArt feeds: https://backend.deviantart.com/rss.xml?type=deviation&q=by%3Adeviantname+sort%3Atime+meta%3Aall (as usual, DA likes to over complicate things)

Enter the user name of the person you want to follow in the URL where indicated, remove the asterisks, pop it into your RSS reader and you're good to go.

Youtube channels can also be followed by pasting the channel URL into your reader, where it'll grab the feed for you to follow automatically.

*Note: sometimes, there appears to be small discrepancies between someone's tumbr.com/username url and username.tumblr.com url, and you must use the second for the rss feed link even though clicking on their profile name usually send you to the first link version. If you're having trouble, I recommend going to the user's archive on tumblr and then replacing the word "archive" with "rss" in the URL you're at. This way you'll know your formatting is right.

So what about twitter and other bastard sites? That's where our friends on github who make open source projects come in. As mentioned above, rssbox and RSS-Bridge are both great options. You can host them on your own server, if you're into that kind of thing, to ensure you never lose service and your feeds might get updated faster, but both have free to use websites that make it as easy as:

Copy the profile URL of the person you want to follow

Locate the corresponding social media section on the rssbox/rss-bridge webpage and paste the URL in

Adjust any settings you want

Copy the URL it gives you and subscribe to it in your RSS reader

*Note: Many RSS readers mention having twitter and other social support (usually with a paid subscription), but I've yet to see one that doesn't cap you at like, 20 accounts. This is a ridiculously small number. That said, Feedbro is a reader that is available as a browser extension only and DOES offer real, free, endless social media to RSS feed conversion. Personally, I hate its UI as well as the way it automatically marks things as read, but it's up to you and what works best for you. I probably just missed a reader when I was looking around, so if this matters to you do your research on what reader you use.

Another feed source of note is newsletters. Again, many readers will do this automatically for a price, but I enjoy the website Kill the Newsletter that'll do this for free. You can type in what you want to call the newsletter feed, click generate, and then sign up for the newsletter with the email address it creates for you. You'll then copy the second URL on the page (the one that ends in .xml) and this is what you'll plug into your RSS reader. Done! This is helpful for cleaning out your inbox of emails that you do want to see, but aren't important, and would otherwise end up cluttering up your inbox and burying time sensitive items.

Most websites, RSS feed or not, can have an RSS feed created for them if you're okay with it being a bit hacky. So I highly recommend doing some googling if you're interested in something I haven't mentioned here. You can also sometimes find RSS feeds for a website (if they aren't up front about it) by Inspecting the page and looking in the html head element for a .xtml or rss link. I'm passionate about this, so feel free to send me an ask if you have questions! (but also try to figure it out for yourself first)

How to get your own RSS feed

If you're on any kind of social, someone can follow an RSS feed of your art using the steps outlined above. However, I highly recommend you start posting your work somewhere with RSS built in! You don't have to do any extra work as your RSS feed is automatically made/updated on websites like tumblr and deviant art that still support RSS. I believe cohost might also be adding RSS support soon as well. I recommend following your own RSS feed so you know what is getting sent out.

If you want a space to truly call your own you can easily make a tiny website or blog. There are a lot of options for this, but if you're looking for simplicity I recommend bearblog.dev! Just make an account and start posting and your RSS feed is automatically made at: https://yourblog.bearblog.dev/feed/

Wordpress and Neocities also have built in RSS feeds, and likely a lot of other platforms that advertise blogging.

Now you have an RSS feed! And no worries about engagement from followers - it's easy to click the post link in your reader to a post, comment/like it, and then hop back into your RSS reader. It's made for that, even. Remeber to advertise your RSS feed; I hope they become the norm again, but until that happens you'll probably have to let people know it exists.

Closing Remarks

Listen, I'm realistic about this. I don't think I'm going to make this post and then RSS will return in full force to the internet like wolves being introduced back into Yellowstone. However, I spent years being dissatisfied with how I was forced to engage with artists on social media - the endless scrolling, feeling like "if I don't look at the next post I'll never see this piece of art again", the usual horrors of the internet we've fallen into - and if I can introduce a real solution to that for just one person I'll be happy.

I was born in the 90s and so can remember personal sites and forums, but never learned what RSS was and thought it was only something for power user programmers or stuffy business men. I have a feeling a lot of people have the same misconception, and it pains me to think of people out there that could benefit so much from this if only they knew of it properly. If you have ADHD, this is a game changer, I assure you.

I wish someone would've told me about this years ago. RSS is the answer to a lot of problems artists have. It's been there all along, it just hasn't been properly introduced to the wider community.

So I might not have much reach, but I feel so passionate about this; for the people this could help and the community we could create if we wiggled out from under what corporations have turned the internet into.

And oh, people have tried to fix this, sans RSS. I've watched many art websites come and go claiming to be the one to fix everything, but they usually fail because they divide the community and don't gain traction quickly enough. That, and non-artist support is extremely valuable and usually alienated in these attempts. RSS, on the other hand, is everywhere! Anybody can use it, anybody can follow it, and you aren't restricted to just one thing.

I say RSS is the solution because it's not just RSS. It's a tool that allows you to have the flexibility to make whatever solutions you need and be where ever you need to be on the internet.

RSS used to be everywhere, it used to be advertised - but of course, RSS feeds don't display ads, so it's only natural their head was on the chopping block. So my advice is such: pressure websites to add RSS back in! Make a tiny blog or website! Follow some feeds! Help reclaim the internet and regain control over the content you want to see. You don't have to be stuck in one spot, forced to use platforms you don't like, to see what you want and have your work be seen. Companies want us to consume more and more of what we don't want to see, to make us want to scroll endlessly into a stupor, and they'll do everything in their power to make us think we want it too.

So I dunno, follow some RSS feeds. Could be fun.

#ghostchatter #ghostfellow #rss feeds #rss reader #rss #inoreader #social media #twitterpocalypse #twitter #tumblr #adhd #internet #wellbeing #elon musk #artists on tumblr #art

[erigold13261]

📢Psychonauts NSR AU, Chapter 8: LARS Rap 2📢

After the concert. Milla and Sasha decided to get something to eat. They got their burgers. And decided to have a chat about the concert they just hijacked.

“Camilla?” Sasha asked.

“Yeah? Is everything alright?” She asked.

“I was wondering… are we taking this Revolution too far?” Sasha asked.

“I… I don’t know.” Milla responded. “But we had to do what was right, we had to take down the NSR artists. And there are still more to go.” Milla replied.

“I know, I’ve been thinking about what we did to Lili.” Sasha responded. “We broke an instrument. We broke what made her popular. Don’t you think that it’s incredibly wrong of us to do this?” Sasha explained.

“That might be. But what we’re doing is right. We want to bring back rock. And that’s that.” Milla explained. Sasha couldn’t help just rub his temple, then he heard a noise. A noise that was very familiar, a noise that made him very angry.

“Oh hell no.” Sasha spoke. He then immediately left, with Milla following behind him.

~

They arrived at the alley way and saw LARS. Sasha was incredibly annoyed to see his father.

“Ah, Sasha! Wo bist du gewesen? Gerade auf der Toilette geweint? Wie das letzte Mal, als ich versehentlich eine abgelaufene Zutat verwendet habe? Du weißt, dass ich es manchmal vergesse, richtig?” LARS asked.

“Dad, look, we must stop this.” Sasha replied. “There are bigger things we need to deal with here.” He explained.

“Like what? Versuchst du, ein anderes Mädchen zu fischen?” LARS asked. “Sind Hollis und Milla nicht genug? Sascha, so frech.” Lars asked again.

“UGH! Das ist es! I’m here trying to be civil about this and you. Your mouth keeps spewing all of kinds of garbage!” Sasha yelled.

“Sasha, calm down.” Milla replied to Sasha.

“No, Milla! This guy needs to know that it’s not my fault he became a deadbeat!” Sasha snapped back.

“Autsch, das tat ziemlich weh. Warum nimmst du nicht diese Wut und stellst dich mir in… einem Rap-Battle!” LARS explained.

“Stop it! You’re not gonna pull that stunt on me again—”

“I’ll go first!” LARS interrupted.

“God fucking dammit!” Sasha cussed, the rap battle was on.

~

LARS:

Even when you messed me up in life

 It never killed me, it gave me strife

 I stood strong and grew larger

 My vocabulary, it was extraordinary

 My roots were sewn deep from the underground

 I was centered on ground zero

 No cash, no money all around me

 Though it ruled the world all around me

 I grew big, I grew strong, my rap game was so on

 From the seed, grew an empire, my words spit fire

 Through the city, I made sure everyone knew who LARS was

 Aha aha!

Crowd:

L-A-R-S

He is the best

L-A-R-S

He is the best

L-A-R-S

He is the best

L-A-R-S

He is the best

Sasha:

Hey Lars, my father, I meant no disorder

 We got bigger issues to deal

 Than past life ordeals

 NSR the evil empire

 We gotta bring them down

 Kill ‘em with fire

 Seal them with music

 Put our differences aside

 And bring our powers together

 For a ride

 For a ride

 For a ride

Crowd:

L-A-R-S

He is the best

L-A-R-S

He is the best

L-A-R-S

He is the best

L-A-R-S

He is the best

LARS:

Easy for you to say Sasha

 You make me want to look aha

 Forget all our past

 But it has not passed / yet

 In college, you wanted to be president

 Rule all the residents

 But your heart was never noble

 You just did it to get back at me

 It stemmed from your jealousy

 Your never ending rivalry

 Well, Imma bring my cavalry

 My rhymes loaded with poetry

 My words laced with symmetry

 My rhythms pure artistry

 What you got besides

 Oh yeah, nothingry aha!

Crowd:

L-A-R-S

He is the best

L-A-R-S

He is the best

L-A-R-S

He is the best

L-A-R-S

He is the best

Sasha:

Ah Dad you only know anger and violence

 Remember when those NSR fans burned down your car

 You dissed them and hissed them

 Till they missed their own sanity

 And acted out with profanity

 To light up your car

 And see it burn

 And see it burn

 Coz you lit their desire

 Of hate towards yourself

Crowd:

L-A-R-S

He is the best

L-A-R-S

He is the best

L-A-R-S

He is the best

L-A-R-S

He is the best

LARS:

My rivalry with NSR was the tipping point

 I left Vinyl City, no one had to force me

 I gave Ford the Horn of Mending

 For if he ever wanted to reconcile

 He could blow the horn

 And I would accept his apology

 No worries, no problem, and that ain’t an analogy

Crowd:

L-A-R-S

He is the best

L-A-R-S

He is the best

L-A-R-S

He is the best

L-A-R-S

He is the best

Sasha:

Your solution to everything is just run run run

 You ran away from NSR

 You ran away from Vinyl City

 You ran away from home

 You ran away from me

 When I was more popular than you

 You couldn’t stand it through and through

Crowd:

L-A-R-S

He is the best

L-A-R-S

He is the best

L-A-R-S

He is the best

L-A-R-S

He is the best

Lars:

Hey Sasha stop blaming me all the time

 If you weren’t so jealous

 We wouldn’t be so messed up

 It’s your fault our relationship was ruined

 SASHA’S Fault

 Take responsibility for your irresponsibility

Crowd:

L-A-R-S

He is the best

L-A-R-S

He is the best

L-A-R-S

He is the best

L-A-R-S

He is the best

Sasha:

I tried my best to keep in touch with you

 But you never replied, radio silence zero decibels

 So when you say it’s my fault

 The heck I am pissed for your blame

 I ain’t taking the blame for your own thing

 In fact forget this, forget you

 You’re no father of mine

 I disown you, we ain’t related

 You’re no father

 You’re no father

 You ain’t no father of mine!

Crowd:

L-A-R-S

He is the best

L-A-R-S

He is the best

L-A-R-S

He is the best

L-A-R-S

He is the best

~

After the rap battle, LARS was shaking. Shaking by what Sasha, his own son had said.

“Sasha. I’m no father huh?” LARS chuckled. “Yeah weißt du… ich geh einfach zurück… zu mir nach Hause.” he said. “LARS out!” he cried.

“Good! You better leave!” Sasha responded. This caused Milla to look very worried.

“Sasha…” Milla responded.

“What?” Sasha asked.

“You’re no father? How can you say something like that?” Milla asked.

“I tried to be nice Milla. I’ve looked up to him all mu life and for no reason he reats me like garbage! Who do you think has been trying to reach out to him all year. ALL YEAR LONG! And now he just pops up from GOD KNOWS WHERE. And he still has the gall to say that all his is my fault?! ARGH!” Sasha explained.

“Well… he does. And if you keep this up. It will be your fault Sasha.” Milla scolded. “Now we need to go. Let’s talk to Gristol on who’ll we meet next.” She explained.

“About time.” Sasha responded as he left. Milla looked behind him and saw the tracks left by his father. And saw where LARS was. In his trailer, softly sobbing in it.

“Milla? Are we going?” Sasha called to her.

“Coming!” Milla responded as she left, if there was another rap battle between the two. She’d better get involved.

#submission #nsr #no straight roads #psychonauts #othau #othfic #noart #oh i liked this one a lot #sasha wanting to be president to get back at his dad? #sounds like Lars tried to live his life through his son #and when Sasha didn't live up to expectations #he kinda abandoned or neglected his son #Sounds like Lars peaked in high school or college #so Sasha showed that he was better than his father #and still hasn't peaked #or something like that #good writing!

[lostwithoutyouherewriter]

Road Warriors: A Street Fighter Ficlet

Inspired by "Summer Fighters," artwork by Das Gnomo and El Grimlock, from the 2019 Street Fighter Pin-up Special, ©Udon Entertainment

“Let’s go, Guile! Quit arsing around with that engine and get us moving, yeah?”

What did she think he was doing? The massive colonel reached up, wiping the sweat from his golden brow with powerful forearm muscles. He glanced up at the fierce woman perched on their VW van, casually waving her firm legs over the passenger side roof and licking her ice cream cone. The way she looked up there, braided blonde hair glistening in the sun, camouflage print bikini wrapped tightly around her curves, you never would have guessed she belonged to this ragtag bunch of martial artists stranded on a SoCal freeway.

On any other day, Guile would have found Cammy White to be the model of effortless beauty and tactical efficiency, but today, she was just plain annoying.

“Well, maybe if we all pulled our weight around here,” he grumbled, twisting yet another cap in his mission to revive the van.

Cammy scoffed, but he could tell she was actually taunting him with that warped sense of humor she had. “Rude. My weight is not the issue here, soldier.”

“Cute,” said Guile, wrapping the oil rag around his hand. “Still, can’t rule it out. Only so much the ol’ girl can take on a trip like this, especially when we’ve got a freaking sumo wrestler sitting in the cockpit!”

An enormous Japanese man looked up from the steering wheel when he noticed Guile shouting at him. Bobbing his head to the beat of his headphones, Honda smiled and waved at the furious American, missing the point entirely. 

What else was new? This entire trip had been a disaster—wrong turns, flat tires, missing persons. Well, that last part hadn’t been so bad. Leaving that arrogant Spaniard behind at the last rest stop was a happy accident, but if they were ever going to make it to the World Warriors Reunion on time, Guile would be shocked.

“Why don’t you have Jimmy help out?” asked Cammy. “He’s a pretty handy bloke, with all those heightened senses of his.”

“Who the hell is Jimmy?”

A spike of red hair entered Guile’s field of vision, followed by a strange, croaking voice. “Hi.”

“Jesus!” shouted the colonel, banging his head on the open hood. “What do you want, Blanka?”

The green man known as Blanka wore an unsettling grin, filled with pointed teeth. “Jimmy help wimpy soldier fix van?”

Guile winced, recalling the last time he partnered up with Blanka to get this hunk of junk moving again. He was pretty sure the spare tire still had bite marks on the treads, seeing as Guile had to wrestle it away from the wild man after jacking up the van. With that kind of help, it was a miracle they made it this far without another blowout.

“Not now, Blanka. Go spar with Mika if you’re bored.”

The pointy grin disappeared from Blanka’s face as Guile went to work. Out of the corner of one eye, he could still see the green man hunched over, sulking. As he checked the fluid levels, Guile felt his skin crawl as Blanka leaned in, sniffing like a beast.

The wild man hissed. “Juice...”

“Cammy, go get the big guy something from the cooler, will ya? He’s giving me the creeps.”

Blanka lifted his hairy hands, shaking them at Guile. “No, more juice!”

Guile stepped back from the engine, this close to letting loose a sonic boom. “Blanka, I swear, if you don’t get outta my way, I’m gonna—”

Before he could finish, Guile was shoved aside by the wild man, who wasted no time in grabbing the vehicle with his sharp claws and rocking it about with feral violence.

“NO!! VAN NEED MORE JUUUUUUICE!!”

A flash of white lightning blinded the warriors. Cammy flipped off the roof, her shapely figure spiraling through the air. Guile rolled across the sand and threw up his arms against the oncoming attack, but the explosive energy soon subsided. He looked up to see Blanka panting heavily, his large shoulders rising and falling as smoke rose from the front of the van.

Honda pulled down his headphones and turned the key, starting the van with ease. The sumo wrestler pumped a fist in the air, cheering to their success.

“Right,” said Cammy, shrugging her shoulders. “Off we go!”

Guile shook his head. If they made it to this reunion in one piece, it would definitely be a shock, no doubt about it.

You can continue reading "Summer of the Warrior" ficlets on AO3 throughout July!

#street fighter #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #archive of our own #guile #cammy #cammy white #cammy street fighter #blanka #summer vacation #road trip #humor #ficlet

[monriatitans]

Ta-Da! List: Thursday, March 7th

I share my “Ta-Da! List” every day so everyone gets a daily update and I have a reminder of what I’ve accomplished.

To learn more about “Ta-Da! Lists”, check out @adhdjesse‘s book Extra Focus.

Abbreviations

– MT: MonriaTitans – TMA: TitansMonriArt – O&T: Opinions & Truth Blog – WGS: The Weekend Game Show – VGQ: Video Game Quote – ASO: Artist Shout-Out – SQ: Stupidity Quote – LRSS: Let’s Read Some $#!7 – LQ: Literacy Quote – TDL: Ta-Da! List – BMAC: Buy Me a Coffee

Ta-Da! List

✧ throughout the day: – kept emails manageable – loaded the dishwasher ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ✧ on the bedroom setup: – O&T: the scheduled VGQ & LQ were posted, then they were manually shared to other social media – BMAC: scheduled the rest of the VGQ & LQ quotes for Mar.; published an "Artist Shout-Out Criteria" copying and pasting the ASO O&T Page; 2024 posts that linked to O&T’s ASO page now link to the BMAC ASO post; deleted the non-LRSS videos – O&T: shared today’s TDL ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ✧ on the office setup: – TMA: finished the poems "Measuring" and "‘Don’t Shoot the Messenger’", then published them on the TMA Medium and other social media – Canva: updated the MT, WGS, and TMA email signature images, and made one for partner; updated the “Ta-Da! List Template” fonts and size – O&T: began preparing the SQs for Mar. 11th; realized the Ta-Da! Lists for 12/01-03 and 12/05, 11/26, 11/23, and 11/18-20 were gone, so they were reposted; deleted some Untitled posts ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ✧ chores and miscellaneous: – watched “The Expendables” repeatedly – “watched” “Camila Cabello – Crying In The Club” via YouTube repeatedly – “watched” Dry Bar Comedy‘s video “The Difference Between A Dork And A Nerd. Don McMillan – Full Special” via YouTube repeatedly – checked the mail – cleaned the toilets – updated the “Data Entry” resume – reorganized the canned food shelf – “watched” How to ADHD‘s video “How to Rebuild Your Routines When Everything Changes | Rewind” via YouTube – cooked a stew for dinner – continued writing down all past TDLs in a journal from 12/04/2023; stopped when noticed too many lists in a row were missing so began comparing between O&T and Tumblr

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Well, these are all the updates I had for today! Thank you for reading!

May every decision you make be *in the spirit of fairness* and may the rest of your day *NOT go to $#!7*!

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[guitars-and-kaleidoscope-eyes]

Here Today

Chapter Twelve: You Can't Do That

Disclaimer:

So I'm reality, when The Quarrymen first left Hamburg it was because George was too young to be there, Paul and Pete were arrested and sent home, John's work permit ended, and Stewart just never left. However, in this chapter I had to change around a few things.

In case you missed previous chapters:

November 20th, 1960

George's illness had cleared up just a week ago, so The Quarrymen were back to performing. Their six hour set was almost finished, and it was Thursday, so by tomorrow they would get payed again.

John was making jokes to the audience in a silly German voice, their new employer, Koschmider, watching closely. Stewart had come back to the band, which meant they now had three guitarists instead of two.

The Quarrymen had finished their final song for the night and we're going backstage, when John noticed three policemen coming through the bar with Koschmider leading them in. John didn't think much of it, seeing how this was a bad area after all, until they were lead over directly to the stage and followed the band back.

"Das ist es! Der dünnere, kürzere!" Koschmider yelled.

The police grabbed ahold of George and placed cuffs on him, saying something undetectable in German.

"George!" John yelled, and tried to grab his band mate only to be knocked over by one of the policemen.

Astrid came running in with Stewart.

"Was machst du?" Astrid asked in German.

"Dieser Junge ist minderjährig, also deportieren wir ihn zurück nach Liverpool." The policemen replied.

"Astrid, what happened?" Paul asked, grabbing her shoulders.

"Didn't they tell you?" She asked, "You have to be eighteen to work here!"

The police dragged a struggling George away and out the bank door with Koschmider in tow, not even bothering to look the boys in the eye.

"Where are they taking George?" John demanded.

"He'll be taken into custody, then put on a train tomorrow morning that will take him back to Liverpool." Astrid said.

"Jail?" Paul asked wide eyed.

"Well, yes." Astrid said, looking down.

"Did the know about this?" John demanded.

"John, please." Paul said, but John ignored him and grabbed Astrid.

"How could you let him do this!" John yelled, pushing Astrid against the wall.

"John!" Stewart yelled, about to beat John before Paul grabbed him and turned him away. He held Stewart against the wall, keeping his hands behind his back to prevent him from hurting someone.

"Boys, please!" Astrid screamed. Everyone stopped.

"I was going to say," She sighed, "I had no idea about this. He never told me. I was not against you guys at all. I love you boys."

Astrid's eyes filled with tears as she sniffled a bit. Paul let go so Stewart could go hug his girlfriend.

Back at the theater, the boys were packing their bags and guitars so they could leave first thing in the morning. Astrid had come to help pack George's things. Stewart and Astrid had been acting... Strange. But no one could quite figure out what it was. That is until Astrid and Stewart were leaving and Stewart called John over to talk.

"John, I need to tell you something." Stewart said.

"What is it?" John asked.

"I'm not coming home with you. I'm staying here with Astrid." Stewart said, looking down at his shoes.

John blinked a few times, staring at Stewart in disbelief. "What the hell do you mean your not going?"

"I'm staying with Astrid." Stewart said. "We're getting married. I love her John. She's... Perfect."

"Stu, you're a part of this band. You-"

"No. No John. I'm not. I'm an artist, not a musician. Paul played bass for the band more times then I did. I wasn't ever a part of the band. Not really." Stewart said.

"Stu, you're my best mate." John said.

"No I'm not. Paul is." Stewart said.

"I may be close with Paul, but-"

"No John! I know." Stewart said, looking John directly in the eye.

"W-what?" John asked, "How did you know?"

"I heard the two of you on the first night. I had my suspicions before that. But that night confirmed it." Stewart said.

"No..."

"John," Stewart said, "I'll never tell anyone. I promise, for as long as I live, no one will ever know."

John nodded. "Thanks Stu. You're a good mate."

Stewart patted John's arm, then took the keys to the place and left with Astrid.

George was taken to the jail that night. He was given a cell with a fold out metal bed and a toilet. George couldn't sleep that night. He just kept thinking about his mates and what would happen tomorrow morning. He ended up crying himself to sleep.

The next morning, he was taken to the station by police escort where Astrid was waiting. He took his guitar and bag. He looked so small standing there. Little Georgie. Astrid gave him a bag of apples and some sweets and he threw his arms around her.

John, Paul, and Pete all got on their train just two hours later. Paul kept thinking about his baby brother the whole way back to Liverpool. John would never imagine they'd get another gig ever again...

#rock music #the beatles #fanfiction #john paul george and ringo #paul mccartney #john lennon #ringo starr #george harrison #fanfic

[blatantlybluntblog]

Dizzee Rascal - Sugar and Spice ft. iLL BLU (Official Video)

Dizzee Rascal keeps summer alive with energetic new visuals 'Sugar And Spice' prod by and featuring iLL BLU

This comes ahead of Dizzee's massive shows at Cardiff, Nottingham and Newcastle in October > grab your tickets HERE!!

Following the 20th anniversary of his seminal album “Boy In Da Corner”, grime icon Dizzee Rascal keeps summer alive with uplifting new single “Sugar And Spice'', produced by and featuring iLL BLU. The track’s sunkissed opening hook gives way to Dizzee’s ever-formidable flow, sharing his appreciation for the finer things in life over a swaggering garage beat. The single’s undeniable energy is a pertinent reminder of the talent that established Dizzee as a chart-topping legend, his ability to move freely through styles is unrivaled, as his closing line reminds us of exactly what he’s here to do: “I mash up the dance then dash”.

This comes ahead of 3 huge live shows to mark the 20th Anniversary celebrations of Boy In Da Corner, where Dizzee will be joined by a stellar cast of support acts to join him on the Nottingham, Cardiff and Newcastle legs of the tour.

With his track ‘Bassline Junkie’ being the unofficial national anthem for the new bassline generation Dizzee has enlisted the support of the biggest up and comers in bassline music today. The much lauded rapper has enlisted the help of Bradford bassline heroes Bad Boy Chiller Crew for all new dates, with DJ/Producer extraordinaire TS7 joining the all star cast for the Newcastle and Notts shows. Window Kid - one of the most deservedly hyped up and coming MC’s on the scene right now will be appearing on all dates and Wales’ most exciting grime / hip hop crossover talent Mace The Great will be joining the Cardiff show.

The electrifying show, which sees Dizzee perform the album in its entirety, followed by all his bassline hits such as ‘Bonkers’ and ‘Bassline Junkie’, will coming to Nottingham’s Motorpoint on 6th October, the Cardiff Utilita Arena on 7th October and Newcastle’s Utilita Arena on 8th October.

Brimming with confidence since his return Dizzee commented: "Before I ever did the first show at the 02 Arena I already knew there was no way this could stay just in London. Looking forward to celebrating 20 years of Boy In Da Corner and my musical journey with the whole of the UK. Roll on October!”

On the anniversary itself Dizzee has said: "It's mad how it's 20 years since Boy In Da Corner! That album changed my life and I'm forever thankful to everyone who's shown love in that time”.

Released in July 2003, when the innovative MC and producer was only 18, Boy In Da Corner won the prestigious Mercury Prize and remains THE definitive grime full-length. The critically-acclaimed LP saw Dizzee labeled “the most original and exciting artist to emerge from dance music in a decade,” by the Guardian.

As one of the UK’s most successful and influential rappers of all time, Dizzee Rascal is credited to bringing UK Grime to the masses during its peak in the mid noughties. After Boy In Da Corner catapulted him to international stardom, he has since worked with some of the biggest artists on the planet, such as Calvin Harris, Arctic Monkeys, Shakira, Armand van Helden, Florence and the Machine, will.i.am and Robbie Williams. He also has four UK #1 hit singles to his name - ‘Dance Wiv Me’, ‘Bonkers’, ‘Holiday’ and ‘Dirtee Disco’ - and six consecutive UK ‘Top 20’ albums - Showtime, Maths + English, Tongue ‘n’ Cheek, The Fifth, Raskit and E3 AF.

A welcome extension to the 20th anniversary celebrations for what is a truly legendary album, Dizzee Rascal’s October shows simply cannot be missed.

#youtube #dizzee rascal #grime #UK #UK tour #UK rap

[snowfredelarme]

Hi! I'm back (newbie again!) pleased to meet you all.

Hi Everyone , This is Snowfredel_Armelia, after I was Haitus on tumblr for so long now I'm back!

Actually I have many artworks from the time i was missing from here, I will post only the one that not too much old dated. There're lots of works I really want to share with everyone.

I'm now working harder to be the good digital creator and illustrator. if you're and artist or interested in arts , you passed by this message feel free to says Hi and I hope we can be connected each other.

<3 Any artmoots are really welcome.

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[deenoss]

Dreamcatcher Chptr. 43

The moment he walked into the room, everybody became enlivened.

"Good morning, class. My name is Mark Jefferson, and I'll be your new Photography teacher from now until the end of your school career." The brown-haired man sang out with a clear, strong voice as he picked up a clip board. "I will begin roll call and you will respond by saying, 'here,' or 'present.' "

Some students repositioned in their seats at the same time as the only two people who really paid attention were Max and Victoria.

"Alyssa Anderson."

"Here."

"Daniel DaCosta."

"Here."

"Max Caulfield."

"H-Here."

"Victoria Chase."

"Here, Mr Jefferson!"

"Taylor Christensen."

"Present."

"Trevor Fox?"

"Yo."

"Want to try that again, dawg?" Mark replied sharply.

"Sorry. H-H-Here, Mr Jefferson, sir."

"That's better. Where was I... Stella Hill."

"Present, sir."

"Hayden Jones."

"I'm here, Mr Jefferson."

"Kate Marsh."

"P-Present, sir."

There was a slight pause from Jefferson when he resumed roll call.

"Clark Price."

When there was no response, Jefferson looked up and scanned the classroom. He even recounted the number of names he'd called and then the number of heads he'd got up to, only to find that there was indeed one student missing from the room.

Max was very surprised to hear Clark's name get mentioned in the roll call. She never expected him, of all people, to take up photography and art as the last thing she remembered his big interest to be was acting.

"Has anybody seen Clark Price? Anybody? Nobody at all?" Jefferson raised his voice out of growing irritation.

Some of the students gave him half-arsed answers. Nobody could've given him a satisfied answer as Clark's absence was all Jefferson needed to rule him out as absent.

"Brooke Scott."

"Present."

"And Courtney Wagner."

"Right here, Mr Jefferson!"

Satisfied by the near full class of students, Jefferson put down the clip board and stood in front of his desk and began to lecture the class.

"Since this is my first lesson with you all, I hope we will all get through this journey together and fortify our knowledge of art and photography. That is, after all, the reason as to why I came here: to teach the youth the intricacies and important details behind world-famous sculptures and the artists themselves. Art historiography is the historical study of the visual arts. Can anybody name some famous artists off of the top of their heads? How 'bout you, Kate? Can you contribute anybody?"

The dirty-haired blonde perked up and quivered slightly for being put in the spotlight.

"C-Claude Monet. He was a founder of impressionist painting, and an inspiration for French artists in the late eighties." Kate responded, lacking full confidence.

Jefferson nodded his satisfactorily. "Very good, Kate. That's just one example. Can anyone give me another one? Van Gogh. Da Vinci. Picasso. Salvador Dalí. You guys getting the picture? Yes, Taylor?"

The blonde seated adjacent to Victoria had her arm stretched out for the ceiling in minor desperation to grab the teacher's attention. Once he gave her his attention, she smiled proudly and gave him an answer.

"Jackson Pollock?"

"Another famous artist. Thank you, Taylor. Let me ask you this... what made him so special?"

"B-Because... erm... W-Well, he-"

"Jackson Pollock was notorious for his famous drip paintings. It was said they were the life force of nature itself, or even people's entrapment: in body, mind and inside a modern world." Victoria interrupted on her friend's behalf.

Jefferson praised her and followed up with more historical literature he wanted to share with them about the art world as well as introduce an opportunity for the students to take part in an upcoming competition that would determine a winner in which the class had to submit a photograph.

The class scribbled down notes in their books. Most of them were too lazy to or decided to draw instead of focus. Max was one of the few who were invested in the words that Jefferson spoke. It was as if she was hypnotised and entranced by him - he was, after all, Max's idol.

"... because of the hollow figures, we, as the viewers, interpret that as something out of a horror, or in the eyes of a psychopathic individual. But no. That's not the case. You see, what Van der Brough had sculpted was something far beyond the comprehension of our simple minds. He has captured lost souls inside the husks of our own bodies, which have been radiated by the poison of man's greed. I- You're late. I assume you're Clark?"

The boy with fading blue hair appeared at the corner of the room which concealed the door to those who weren't on the far right side or the front of the classroom. As soon as Max distinguished her old friend by his matured face, she felt uneasy seeing him again.

Clark cleared his throat and apologised before making his way over to the back of the room. "Sorry I'm late, sir. I, uh, had to use the bathroom."

"You're excused. I hope this won't become an issue in the future, Clark."

"Uh, no, sir, it won't."

"Good. Now, where were we? I seem to have lost my train of thought."

It was Max who brought Jefferson back on track while she watched Clark approach a vacant spot, whilst chairless, and sat down beside Kate so that he was now scrunched up tightly between her and the wall.

Max would be lying of she said she wasn't hurt by that seemingly minor decision, when really, it was much more complicated that that. Clark had chosen to sit with Kate Marsh - a girl whom he'd befriended out of his fondness for her and also so that she could replace the pronged absence of his girlfriend, Rachel Amber - instead of her, an old friend who felt responsible for abandoning her two best friends in their time of need. There was resentment on Clark's and Chloe's part, but merely out if ignorance that they blamed her instead of themselves or their own mother for the tragic death of William.

Seeing Clark kneeling on the floor at his desk made Max anxious to talk to him. She was both nervous and jittery to want to talk to him again, as all she expected was for him to throw in her face that she left him and his sister.

Kate offered for Clark to take her seat, but he firmly declined her and insisted he kneel down, knowing that it was very odd for someone to do that. However, Jefferson couldn't stand seeing any of his students struggle, so he offered Clark his seat. Clark didn't hesitate to accept as he took the chair and moved it over to his stuff and sat down beside Kate, who'd moved some of her stuff over to give him more room.

As the lesson carried on, Max had not faltered to struggle for attention on her teacher with the presence of her old friend a table away from her. She looked up at the clock regularly to determine the length of time before the end of the lesson.

Once the bell rang, the students wasted no time in packing their things to rush out of the room. The few who lagged behind were Max, Kate, Clark and Victoria.

Max then approached Clark and opened her mouth to speak, but suddenly fell short on words to speak. He immediately noticed her company and tensed, frowning that she'd approached him so soon.

"H-H-H-Hey, Cl-Clark." Max stuttered.

"Max." Clark responded, nonchalantly.

There was only the faintest of relief for Max upon hearing him acknowledge her presence. Hearing him call her as Max showed that he was not entirely begrudging as anybody else who lacked respect would have called her Maxine - those who were acutely aware of her full, birth name.

"What do you want?" Clark grumbled impatiently. He'd never been one to show disrespect to those whom he cared deeply for, but that one time he let it slip.

"Umm... h-how are you? I know we haven't spoken in a long time," Max said, conversing with that soft, gentle and moony voice of hers.

Kate brushed her hand down Clark's bicep and gave him a comforting smile, as if they'd been discussing his conversing with Max during the lesson, before she walked off out of the room. Clark returned his attention to the shorter brunette and pulled his backpack over one shoulder.

"I'm fine."

Max frowned. "How's Chloe and Joyce?"

"They're fine."

She let out a frustrated sigh and persisted with her apology. "Clark, I want you to know that I'm sorry for leaving you and Chloe. I didn't want to go, but I had no other choice. I know you're still distraught at what happened, but it was years ago. Can you really hold a grudge against me for that long?"

"Whatever, Max. I've done a good job forgetting about you these past few years. And now, you show up out of the blue. What do you expect me to do, Max? What do you expect me to say? 'I forgive you for abandoning my family in our time of grievance when your parents thought a trip to Seattle was far more important than consoling your childhood friends!?' Do you even realise how broke Chloe was after you left? You hurt her, Max. You hurt me! I'm sorry, but this isn't something you can just do; come back and expect all to be forgiven by a few simple words. Sure, you might dress it up prettily, but it does not change the fact that you broke my heart. I lo- Just, just leave me alone. Talk to Chloe or mom. I'm sure they'll be more forgiving."

Clark stormed off, leaving Max all alone and devastated in the photography classroom and headed to his next lesson which was just next door. Kate was not in that class, but he had his mate Mick and their pal, Warren, to look forward to hanging out with.

The most significant memory of Clark's science class was the time when his sister created those firecrackers. Of course, there had been memorable incidents occurring around the school - students getting rowdy and out of control - but if there was one another fond memory, it was when Clark's classmate accepted a dare to consume a very small portion of hydrochloric acid.

Clark fondly smiled back at the memory and focused on the lesson.

Meanwhile, a truck pulled up at the junkyard outside of town. The driver lit a cigarette before climbing out of the truck. They wandered around the entrance and picked up a baseball bat and began to swing at small targets to pass the time. They then made their way towards a brick shelter and modified the design of their hideout.

It was not in their best interest to hold a deal in a junkyard, but it was a very discreet location; also discreet to commit any crimes without anyone noticing.

The stranger had their back to the entrance to the shelter while they were looking at a bag of clothes worth changing into. A radio was switched on, drawing out the God-awful silence, which in turn prevented them from detecting any irregular noise around them.

An individual approached the shelter and stared at the truck owner taking off their shirt to reveal their upper body, an arm tattoo, a necklace and a bra.

"You shouldn't have come back," said the ominous individual.

The woman in the bra gasped and half-turned to look at the pervert who'd caught her without her shirt on. Her face went pale as the uncanny presence of the individual that stalked her to the shelter, even causing her heart to drop when she spotted a needle in their hand.

"Oh no... not you. S-Stay back. I'm warning you! Don't come any closer! Stay the fuck back!" The woman cried helplessly.

The individual walked towards her, slowly as if they were walking on thin ice.

In self-defence, the woman clenched her fist and punched the stranger in the face. He grunted and touched his jaw before back-handing her, causing her to fall to the ground, yelping as she hit the concrete slab beneath her.

"Please..." She begged.

"Nobody is going to miss you. You're going to die... all alone."

The stranger knelt down and latched his hand around her throat, closing her windpipe while his other hand directed the tip of the needle to her neck. No matter how much she squirmed, there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop him from injecting her with a lethal fluid until her resistance ceased and her body was numb and her consciousness slipping away.

#life is strange #kate marsh #max caulfield #mark jefferson #chloe price

[rostovs-lover]

dalí on tuesday

charlie dalton x reader | cursing, smoking, brief mentions of sexual things, charlie (probably) has daddy issues, cameron | she/her pronouns | fluff | wc.2562

i am in love with charlie, this is now a charlie dalton centric blog, also ignore how terrible the title is please

anon : Hi!! I love your blog! can I request a charlie Dalton x reader fluff where reader is an artist and he visits them while they're painting? (maybe they end up wiping paint on his face?) I don't know, something really sweet at cute <33333

Charlie Dalton had been resigned to relish in small pleasures to keep himself sane at school, never did he think the library would be one of those. More specifically, the painter tucked into the basement of the library. 

                            ───☮︎───

     Charlie Dalton was a connoisseur of many things. Pretty girls, expensive wine, shitty poetry, and hand rolled cigarettes - to name a few. His imprisonment at Wellington made only one of those things readily available. So he settled - boxes of cheap smokes bought through upperclassmen, bottles of grocery store wine someone would sneak in from a party, and the two girls that occasionally came with Knox. The shitty poetry was always on deck, he had that at least. It was a tragedy to be resigned to such a bland life, there was absolutely no carpe diem-ing happening in a school that held adolescent boys to uniforms.

      It was miserable, truly, but Charlie scrapped by on the thought that soon enough there would be no more stuffy Catholic school and he could finally have a taste of freedom. In the meantime, he would have what little fun he could. The meets in the cave were always the highlight of the week. A place where he could talk and people would listen, and not because they had to but because they enjoyed it. They enjoyed his words and thoughts and presence. No one else had ever really seemed to enjoy Charlie’s presence. They could tolerate it, handle it, but they always had more pressing matters. A business meeting to attend, a bill to pay, a dinner to go to. Always something just a little bit more important and never quite enough time for Charlie. But the other Dead Poets, they valued him. He wasn’t just a kid, a college tuition to pay and a life to layout. He was a person, with interests and hobbies.

      It had been there, in the safe haven of the cave, that the idea for the library first came up. Meeks had already talked Pitts into coming, Neil didn’t take much convincing at all, Todd was also easy to lure, Cameron groaned about leaving school grounds but refused to be left out, and Knox agreed to go but only if Nuwanda came too. Charlie had already started to cover what there was to do at a library, read?

      Meeks dove into the technical manuals and Pitts followed tentatively, cradling their science project in his arms. Todd had followed Neil to the S authors, Cameron was trying to chat up the woman at the register, and God only knew what Knox was doing. He had been stranded with few options. He could find the geniuses and be talked over for the next hour or third wheel Neil but that guaranteed intruding on something he probably shouldn’t. The polite thing to do would be to rescue Cameron from making a complete fool of himself, throwing bad pick up lines at a clearly uninterested college student, but it was amusing to watch.

      Charlie settled on trying to find Knox, at least then he could have some company. Said company was absolutely nowhere to be found. The rows of shelves wound in a confusing maze and Charlie was lost before he could even begin to look. Weaving around he did come face-to-face with a rather large picture of Charles Dickens that made him recoil. It was perched just at eye level above a short staircase and it seemed to judge his every movement. Charlie followed the carpeted stairs down to escape Mister Dickens’ strange little beard and beady black eyes.

      The further down the steps Charlie descended the brighter it appeared. The lower level was the children’s section. Considerably more fun than science books or Shakespeare. The big oak counter was abandoned but the lights were still on. He was alone, still.

    �� Charlie sighed, sitting down in one of the bright red wooden chairs. He was much too big for it but it held well under his weight. A sad stuffed bear stared dully into him from the green glossy table.

      “Well hello,” He mumbled, picking it up under the arms, “And you must be?” He cleared his throat to take on a gruff baritone, “Mister... Bearington,” Charlie sighed, that was bad. He dropped the bear into his lap, “This is so stupid,”

      “Bearington?”

      Charlie shot around in the chair, tipping himself off center and stumbling to his feet, bear still clutched in his arms, “Where the hell did you come from?”

      “A few blocks over, walked here actually.” You turned back to your work. A painting. Not just a painting, Charlie realized, a mural. It stretched the length of the wall, roughly sketched in pencil and waiting to be finished.

      He blinked, “That’s good. The wall I mean,”

      “Thank you,” Your face flustered and Charlie took notice, “It’s not much of anything yet, just an outline. It’ll look better painted.”

      He took a few steps closer, sidling up to you, “What’s it supposed to be?”

      “A forest,” You pointed to a rotund blob perched on a long line, “That’s an owl, and there’s going to be a fox somewhere down in the grass,”

      Charlie grinned, “That’s an owl?”

      “That-” you tapped the blob, “Is a shape, objectively. Subjectively, it’s an owl.”

      His brow creased, “Subjectively it’s an owl? That's like saying Mister Bearington is a rabbit, subjectively,”

      You stared at him, baffled. It was almost irritating that he could so casually come down to your domain and invade your creative bubble. And it was even worse that he talked to himself as a stuffed bear but now he was challenging your judgment on what was and was not subjectively an owl. But he had a wonderful smile and it lessened the intrusion. Plus, you had never seen a teenage boy develop an attachment to a stuffed bear as quickly as he had, “What’s your name?”

      “Nuwanda,” He grinned, setting his chin atop his bear’s plush head.

      “Nuwanda?” You blinked at him, “That’s… neat. I’ve never heard that before.”

      “What can I say? The only Nuwanda this side of Vermont. What’s your name?”

      As you opened your mouth to answer several sets of footsteps thundered down the stairs. Knox spun around the corner first, closely followed by Pitts and Meeks.

      “Charlie!” Knox called, “We gotta go before Cameron proposes to the clerk.”

      You looked at the boy in front of you, “Is Charlie short for Nuwanda, or just a nickname?”

      He shrugged, “I’m Nuwanda, subjectively. It was truly a pleasure meeting you. Can’t wait to see your thing DaVinci!” He set the stuffed bear back on the table as he made his way out of the room. With Charlie’s energy gone it became much quieter and you were plunged back into the impressionistic outline of your artwork.

      The next time a library trip was suggested Charlie didn’t completely dread it. Yes, it was still numbingly boring because it was a library and he didn’t have clerks to fall in love with, people to write love letters to, anyone to kiss in the aisles, or a spaceship to build, but he did have his own personal Van Gough to torment.

      The lower level was the first place he went, not even hanging his coat on the rack inside the big double doors. He made his way past Cameron’s preoccupied receptionist and under Dickens’ hard glower. Halfway down the steps, the smell hit Charlie. Wet paint.

      You had just picked out a brush when he pulled one of the wooden chairs next to your station. He sat in it backwards, holding Mister Bearington out in front of him, “Never got your name Monet,”

      “Well, it's not that. Or Da Vinci.” You stroked the brush up the grassy outline.

      “Do you want me to guess?”

      You had yet to look at him, “Nope,”

      “Are you gonna tell me?”

      “Should I?”

      “Obviously, I told you my name.”

      You set the brush down and turned to face him, “(Name).”

      “Pretty,”

      Charlie Dalton liked many things and the musty old library uptown had never been one of them. It had ancient red carpets and gaudy gold ceilings and it was trying too hard to look regal. So it was a sheer shock when he began to leap at the suggestion of going and even more so when he chose to go by himself one afternoon. Naturally, the other poets followed him, they had to.

      Charlie didn’t dally upstairs, waving hi to the clerk and rushing down to the children’s section. A sign was posted outside the entrance warning of wet paint but he stepped around it.

      “You’re making progress Picasso!” He set his hands on his hips and took in the wall.

      You turned back to look at him, “Did you not see the caution: wet paint, do not enter sign?”

      “Oh no I saw it,” He pushed his sunglasses up on top of his head, “It's bright orange, hard to miss, really,”

      “So you just chose to ignore it?”

      He nodded, making his way over to sit by you on the ground, “I choose to ignore lots of things, it really makes life easier,”

      You shook your head, “Are you just going to sit here and bother me?”

      “Yes, that's actually the whole reason I came today, believe it or not.”

      You blubbered in vague disbelief, “Please tell me you’re not serious,”

      “Dead serious,” Charlie grinned, leaning closer, “I had to see how your weird owl was going. And also make sure you hadn’t gone mad and cut your own ear off yet,”

      “You’ve already used the Van Gogh joke, Charles,”

      “Maybe I want your ear,”

      You paused, “You… what?”

      Charlie’s confidence cracked, “That was bad. Shit, that wasn’t supposed to sound that way. It was like, a bad pickup line? Because Van Gogh cut his ear off to send to his girlfriend,” He sighed, shaking his head, “Sorry,”

      “I mean if I had to pick someone to give my ear too I guess you would be my first choice?”

      Charlie looked at you, eyebrows pinched together, “Why?”

      You shrugged, “No one else has asked, first come first serve.” You dipped your brush back into the blue paint and went to work on a patch of flowers.

      “Huh, well I do appreciate it,” Charlie scooted closer, leaning over your shoulder. He was close, very close. When you took a breath you could smell his cologne and whatever it was he used in his hair and you could feel the edge of his sunglasses brush your ear. He brought an arm around to dip his finger into the soft sky colour on your palette. And then he wiped it on your nose.

      You gasped sharply at the foreign feeling, snapping your head to the side to glare at him, “Why?!”

      Charlie snickered, leaning back, “The opportunity presented itself, how could I just let that pass?”

      You reached back, squirting a touch of purple paint over the palm of your hand, “That was truly a horrible idea,”

      Charlie shot up just as you did, stumbling backwards, “I’m sorry-” He stuck his hands up in surrender, “I regret my actions and if I could take them back I would,”

      “Hmm, but you can’t” You took a step closer, “Surrender now and it doesn’t have to get any messier than this,”

      He pointed towards your paint coated hand, “Do not,”

      You grinned, “I might,”

      “I’m begging,”

      “Fine-” You offered him your other hand, “Truce?”

      Charlie mulled it over for a moment, “Fine, truce,” He grabbed your clean hand and you used it to pull him towards you.

          “Why on earth would you trust me?” You tugged him even closer as he shrieked and smeared your hand down his cheek, “There, now we’re even,”

      Getting distracted by your triumph gave Charlie the upper hand. He pulled you to him the same you had done to him and pressed his cheek flush to yours. The paint was cold against your skin and you jolted back, away from him.

      “Vile,” You hissed, “You are vile and evil. That's so cold. You will pay, I hope you know that.”

      Charlie snorted, “Oh please, what’re you gonna do?”

      “You underestimate me, you ass, I’ll figure something out,”

      “Will you?” Charlie grinned, “I will be waiting in anticipation,”

      “You better be,”

      Meeks elbowed back into Cameron’s ribs, “You’re going to knock me over,”

      Cameron craned his neck further to peek around the corner into the children’s section, “I just want to see, let me look,”

      “Nothing is happening-” Meeks snipped, “They’re just talking now and I might be able to hear if you could can it!”

      Cameron rolled his eyes, “Of course, whatever you say,”

      “Will you shut up?” Knox batted at Cameron’s shoulder, “They’ll see us, we’re not super well hidden,”

      “If you don’t stop talking they’ll realize we’re here,” Pitts mumbled, rolling his eyes. Cameron started to rebuttal, turning to look at Gerard but the motion knocked Meeks out of place and he gasped, stumbling forwards. This did indeed draw Charlie’s attention.

      “Meeks, what the hell?” Charlie snapped. He was in a state, sunglasses askew in his hair, paint smeared from his cheekbone down to the corner of his mouth, and his shirt was wrinkled away from his collarbone.

      Meeks stared, “Hi Charlie. Are there any textbooks down here, uh… the science ones?”

      Knox groaned, stepping out from behind the wall as well, “We wanted to see why you came here on a Tuesday afternoon by yourself,”

      Charlie blubbered, “Did you all come? Is Keating there too?”

      “He could be,” Meeks shrugged.

      Charlie rolled his eyes, “Will you leave, I’ll be upstairs in a second,” The other poets nodded, scampering up the steps to the first level.

      “Assholes, should have known they’d come,” Charlie sighed, adjusting the sunglasses atop his head, “I need to go before they decide to intrude again. I’ll see you soon though, anxiously anticipating payback,”

      He was almost out the door when you bucked up the courage to call out to him, “Charlie, wait.” You let him turn back to you before continuing, “Could I have your phone number?”

      He clicked his teeth, “Don’t have one, private school. But I’ll find the library number in the books and try to shoot you a call sometime,” He winked and started back up to his friends.

      Knox was waiting at the landing with a handful of tissues, which he shoved into Charlie’s hands, “So you’re gonna read your stupid poem about tits at a Dead Poets meet and then not tell us you’ve got a girlfriend?”

      Charlie grabbed the tissues, “Not my girlfriend, I meet her like two weeks ago,”

      “Didn’t stop Knox,” Neil elbowed him.

      Charlie wiped at his face, “Well I’m not Knox. I like her painting, she's good.”

      “It looks like she was painting you,” Cameron slapped at Charlie’s chest and he threw the tissues at him in retaliation.

      “Shut up, at least my library worker actually talks to me,”

      Cameron fumbled with the dirty material, batting it away from his chest, “You dick!”

      Charlie grinned, pulling his glasses down and starting towards the door. Something about it was thrilling, having this to himself. A little secret that he and you shared. His personal Salvador Dalí, something to look forwards to besides bad tobacco and Keating’s eccentric lectures. It was bright and exciting and he felt seen. He felt important. The blue paint he had stolen from your tray was still on the tip of his pointer finger and he wondered how long it would be until he could see you again.

 ( @interwebseriesfan24 )

#dead poets society #charlie dalton #charlie dalton x reader #charlie dalton imagine #dead poets society x reader #dead poets society imagine #its the way this tried to crash my computer #also peep the new format #dedicated to everyone who said theyd read if i posted dps #enjoy! #dps #lennie writes

[emerald-studies]

How to be an ally

(I fixed ALL the links so fucking reblog)

1.  Check In On Your Black Friends/Acquaintances

In my opinion, I believe the best way to be an ally is to reach out to your Black friends and check in on them, consistently. If you can recognize the times we are living in are absolute hell, you should be checking in on the most effected. None of my friends have checked up on me to see how I was doing or just to talk. They didn’t even bring up the protests until I did. It feels very very lonely and scary to not be checked up on by the people who say they support and love you. So, I’m making this the first point because I don’t want anyone else to feel this way, not trying to complain.

2.  Learn More About Black History

It’s important to learn about the Black activists that our history books left out. Yes, Martin Luther King Jr. was, and is, important but we need to reflect on why he was pushed on us so much in our history classes, compared to other Black leaders. Is it because our government would rather us walk down the street holding signs than actually defending ourselves against the cop who’s beating us?

Here’s a master list of activists to start you off.

3.  Go to Rallies and Protests (If you can)

Find protests and rallies in your area by looking on Twitter and search #yourcityprotest. Or watch your local news channel to see where they are (if they’re being covered on the news). Also search on Facebook. Wear a mask.

4. Donate and Sign Petitions

If you don’t have extra money to donate, that’s fine. If you still want to be an ally then sign all the petitions you can. Take a day to research all the ones you can sign/haven’t signed and sign them!

(Also you don’t need to donate to change.org! Directly donate to non-profit organizations and victims’ families!)

George Floyd - change.org

George Floyd - amnesty.org

George Floyd - colorofchange.org

Get The Officers Charged

Charge All Four Officers

Breonna Taylor - moveon.org

Breonna Taylor - colorofchange.org

Breonna Taylor - justiceforbreonna.org

Breonna Taylor - change.org

Breonna Taylor - thepetitionsite.com

Ahmaud Arbery - change.org

Ahmaud Arbery - change.org 2

Ahmaud Arbery - change.org 3

Justice for Oluwatoyin Salau

Pass The Georgia Hate Crime Bill

Defund MPD

Life Sentence For Police Brutality

Regis Korchinski - change.org

Tete Gulley - change.org

Tony McDade - change.org

Tony McDade - actionnetwork.org

Tony McDade - thepetitionsite.com

Joao Pedro - change.org

Julius Jones - change.org

Belly Mujinga - change.org

Willie Simmons - change.org

Hands Up Act - change.org

National Action Against Police Brutality

Kyjuanzi Harris - change.org

Alejandro Vargas Martinez - change.org

Censorship Of Police Brutality In France

Sean Reed - change.org

Sean Reed - change.org 2

Kendrick Johnson - change.org

Tamir Rice - change.org

Tamir Rice - change.org 2

Fire Racist Criminal From The NYPD

Jamee Johnson - organizefor.org

Darius Stewart - change.org

Darius Stewart - moveon.org

Abolish Prison Labor

Free Siyanda - change.org

Chrystul Kizer - change.org

Chrystul Kizer - change.org 2

Andile Mchunu (Bobo) - change.org

Eric Riddick - change.org

Amiya Braxton - change.org

Emerald Black - change.org

Elijah Nichols - change.org

Zinedine Karabo Gioia - change.org

Angel Bumpass - change.org

Sheku Bayoh - change.org

Visit these sites for more info:

http://www.pb-resources.com/

https://blacklivesmatters.carrd.co/

5. Educate yourself and others.

Articles:

- “America’s Racial Contract Is Killing Us” by Adam Serwer | Atlantic (May 8, 2020)

- Ella Baker and the Black Freedom Movement (Mentoring a New Generation of Activists

- ”My Life as an Undocumented Immigrant” by Jose Antonio Vargas | NYT Mag (June 22, 2011)

- The 1619 Project (all the articles) | The New York Times Magazine

- The Combahee River Collective Statement

- “The Intersectionality Wars” by Jane Coaston | Vox (May 28, 2019)

- Tips for Creating Effective White Caucus Groups developed by Craig Elliott PhD

- “Where do I donate? Why is the uprising violent? Should I go protest?” by Courtney Martin (June 1, 2020)

- ”White Privilege: Unpacking the Invisible Knapsack” by Knapsack Peggy McIntosh

- “Who Gets to Be Afraid in America?” by Dr. Ibram X. Kendi | Atlantic (May 12, 2020)

Movies/TV Shows:

When They See Us

American Son

Hello Privilege, It’s Me, Chelsea

The 13th

Murder to Mercy: The Cyntoia Brown Story

What Happened Miss Simone?

The Two Killings of Sam Cooke

Who Killed Malcolm X?

The Death and Life of Marsha P. Johnson

Homecoming: A Film by Beyonce (Lighter in tone)

LA 92

Dear White People

Videos:

- Black Feminism & the Movement for Black Lives: Barbara Smith, Reina Gossett, Charlene Carruthers (50:48)

- “How Studying Privilege Systems Can Strengthen Compassion” | Peggy McIntosh at TEDxTimberlaneSchools (18:26)

- American Oxygen - Rihanna

- Formation - Beyonce

Podcasts:

- Malcolm X Speeches

- 1619 (New York Times)

- About Race

- Code Switch (NPR)

- Intersectionality Matters! hosted by Kimberlé Crenshaw

- Momentum: A Race Forward Podcast

Books:

- The Autobiography of Malcolm X

- Why I’m No Longer Talking to White People About RaceBook by Reni Eddo-Lodge

- Black Feminist Thought by Patricia Hill Collins

- Eloquent Rage: A Black Feminist Discovers Her Superpower by Dr. Brittney Cooper

- Heavy: An American Memoir by Kiese Laymon

- How To Be An Antiracist by Dr. Ibram X. Kendi

- I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou

- Just Mercy by Bryan Stevenson

- Me and White Supremacy by Layla F. Saad

- Redefining Realness by Janet Mock

- So You Want to Talk About Race by Ijeoma Oluo

- The Fire Next Time by James Baldwin

- The New Jim Crow: Mass Incarceration in the Age of Colorblindness by Michelle Alexander

- The Next American Revolution: Sustainable Activism for the Twenty-First Century by Grace Lee Boggs

- The Warmth of Other Suns by Isabel Wilkerson

- This Bridge Called My Back: Writings by Radical Women of Color by Cherríe Moraga

- When Affirmative Action Was White: An Untold History of Racial Inequality in Twentieth-Century America by Ira Katznelson

- White Fragility: Why It’s So Hard for White People to Talk About Racism by Robin DiAngelo, PhD

Follow:

- Shaun King: Instagram | Website

- Antiracism Center: Twitter

- Black Women’s Blueprint: Website

- Color Of Change: Website

- The Conscious Kid: Website | Instagram

- Equal Justice Initiative (EJI): Website | Twitter | Instagram

- NAACP: Twitter | Instagram |

- Ziwe | Instagram | (She has discussions about race with White people, kinda grilling them, every Thursday at 8 p.m. EST. Super thrilling to watch.)

Here’s Some Music Too:

Change Gonna Come - Sam Cooke

Chain Gang - Nina Simone

Missisippi Goddamn - Nina Simone

Fuck Da’ Police - N.W.A.

This is America - Childish Gambino

I’m Not Racist - Joyner Lucas

Fight the Power - Public Enemy

Freedom (Live) - Beyonce

I Can’t Breathe - H.E.R.

American Oxygen - Rihanna

Brown Skin Girl - Beyonce

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My Playlist With A Few More

Black Artists Matter Playlist

What a large list! It looks so overwhelming! Don’t worry, you don’t have to read/watch/listen to everything. It takes a lot of effort!

Jk.

#blm #blacklivesmatter #white ally #ally #black lives matter #reblog