the gentleperson’s guide to artist etiquette on tumblr

Hi there! Artists are a dearly beloved part of fandom and Tumblr, and yet they also get a lot of shit. A lot of shit. I think much of it comes from a place of unfamiliarity, so I’ve put together a quick guide to how to make artists happier. 

1) Be mindful that many artists have thousands of followers. If they don’t respond to you, that doesn’t mean they hate you, or that they’re an asshole: It means that they have a lot of followers and fans and can’t get to everyone. 

2) If you tag an artist in something, or write them a gift fic, don’t make repeated demands that the artist look at your post/AO3 and tell you what they think. The artist might be busy, they might not have noticed, or they even might be uncomfortable with what you tagged them in. They’re not obligated to look at what they didn’t ask for. 

3) Don’t write unrequested fanfic on their art posts. This might be controversial, because it’s done a lot in fandom, but honestly: a lot of artists are uncomfortable with this. Some of them have been triggered by what was written. Sometimes they just don’t want it associated with their work. Ask permission first, or write your fanfic in a separate post and link to the art. 

4) Do not RP on art posts. See above. 

5) If you’re a minor, don’t contact an artist about their porn. Don’t tag an artist in YOUR porn. I can’t believe I have to say this! But really: don’t. 

6) Show basic decency in your tags. Don’t hate on the pairing, fandom, character, art style, whatever. Don’t be racist. Don’t be homophobic. Don’t be transphobic. Don’t be misogynist. Don’t say things like “this art but with pairing [X] instead” ESPECIALLY if you’re suggesting that an artist who’s doing m/m or f/f should do a het pairing.

7) Don’t tell the artist your sexual fantasies about their work, even if you leave that to the tags. 

8) Don’t request things if the artist has not asked for requests. 

9) If an artist has a FAQ page, read it before contacting them and follow those guidelines. 

10) Artists are wonderful and I love them. 

anonymous asked:

did Benedict really say that Sherlock made love to irene?

our dearly beloved ben c has said some wild stuff over the years…including this interview he did with Elle UK in 2014 where he said Sherlock and Irene shagged: “They definitely got it on that night they had together when he rescued her from a beheading” then the transcript says he laughs and the interviewer literally says “no they didn’t” and then he says “well that’s for me to know and you to not know”

honestly take all that with a grain of salt. it’s like martin’s “i’m just in it” panic during the interview at raindance

don’t worry it will all be over soon

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Hot Press: Hozier, Jape and Paul Brady among star turns at Prince tribute


The great and the good of Irish music turned out in force to pay homage to the late superstar

The first surprise of the night is a welcome appearance from Dublin’s own Jape. Their two man keyboard and MPC set up, dwarfed by the surrounding instrumentation of the house band, makes for a wonderfully intimate performance of one of Purple Rain’s most gorgeous songs, ‘The Beautiful Ones’. Before they begin Richie Egan quips that they have adjusted the arrangement to include a tribute to the sad loss last weekend of Suicide’s Alan Vega, but also, because Egan was hesitant to attempt the vocal gymnastics of the songs outro. Their beat heavy, lushly orchestrated interpretation is an early highlight.

As the night’s house band, The True Funk Soldiers, prepare to take to the stage the lights dim and we hear the purple one himself intoning the famous “Dearly beloved…” spoken word intro from ‘Let’s Go Crazy’. Since his sad passing this past April, the line “I’m here to tell you, there’s something else: The after world” has definitely gained an extra significance. Tonight, it’s as if Prince has made a surprise appearance at his own wake – you certainly wouldn’t put it past the man. As the band launch into a frenetic, tight as a drum rendition of the aforementioned, CC Brez and the 11 other consummate musicians on stage (including Hozier/Bell X1 drummer Rory Doyle) have the crowd dancing and singing along in no time.

As that song comes to a climax in a flurry of funky riffs and impressive guitar solos, whispers begin to circulate the crowd. It’s a wonder that the identity of one of the evening’s biggest surprise guests hadn’t leaked before tonight, but there he is waiting in the wings – none other than Bray’s favourite son, Andrew Hozier-Byrne. The crowd go understandably crazy as the superstar looms out on stage and takes the mic for a high-energy and supremely funky version of ‘I Wanna Be Your Lover’. Well known for the soulful growl that marks hits of his own like ‘Take Me To Church’ and ‘From Eden’, Hozier impresses with a powerful falsetto and is clearly loving getting a chance to perform some of the Minneapolis-maestro’s music.

The House band continue to impress with versions of ‘Pop’ Life’, ‘Sign O’ The Times’ and ‘Controversy’ dispatched in quick succession - the latter particularly impressive, with backing singers Orla and Keith stepping forward to share lead vocals.

Gavin Glass announces himself as “14-stone of salty Irish cream fresh from Stillorgan”, before he turns up the style factor with a suitably sexually charged run through of 1991’s ‘Cream’. From here on out the star-turns come quick and fast, with appearances from Bell X1’s Dave Geraghty for ‘Uptown’; Steve Wall of The Stunning and The Walls for a sultry, smokey ‘Money Don’t Matter’; and Roisin O, who takes on ‘Little red Corvette’ and leads the crowd through a mass sing-a-long of ‘Nothing Compares 2 U’ - her powerful vocals on the latter impressed all in attendance, and it was the first sign that there might be some tears shed on the dance-floor tonight!

Perhaps the biggest surprise of the night was the entrance of the legendary Paul Brady, not a name that one would traditionally associate with the kind of filthy-funk favoured by His Purple-ness. Shockingly the legendary Tyrone singer-songwriter, and former Planxty member, skilfully makes a song famously written about a threesome his own, his take on ‘When You Were Mine’ sounding like something he could have released himself in the late 80s or early 90s.

There’s definitely something in the water down Wicklow-way, because in addition to Hozier one of the night’s clear highlights was Bray trio Wyvern Lingo. Bathed in blue light and crowded around a single microphone, they begin ‘When Doves Cry’ as a chilling acapella that immediately draws gasps from the audience. They follow this up with a 60s girl-group inspired version of ‘1999’ B-side ‘How Come U Don’t Call Me Anymore?’ and deservedly receive one of the biggest ovations of the night.

There are almost too many highlights to mention from a night that was a very worthy tribute to one of music’s most ambitious innovators, but we’ll do our damnedest. The show continued with a lovely, stripped down, camp-fire style sing-a-long of ‘Manic Monday’ by Bell X1; ‘Boys & Girls’ by Ireland’s own ringmaster himself, Jerry Fish; a swinging version of ‘Take Me With You’ by Paul Noonan; and Hozier’s return to the stage for ‘Raspberry Beret’.

Then it all got very emotional.

Cork singer-songwriter Brian Deady blew away all in attendance with a beautiful, spine-tingling performance of ‘Sometimes It Snows In April’, which marked him out as one to watch, for sure. His soulful voice and the perfectly sparse piano accompaniment saw more than a few eyes well up and punters sheepishly sipping from pints to ease the lumps in throats - which only got worse when the musicians left the stage and Prince’s own performance of ‘Purple Rain’ from the film of the same name was projected behind the stage. The crowd all joining together, arm in arm, to sing the “Woohoo ooh ooh” of the outro was a suitably cathartic moment for those still in mourning and a wonderful way to pay tribute by the organisers.

Luckily, The True Funk Soldiers quickly returned for an uptempo encore that again had the dancefloor heaving. Hozier was back onstage to take lead vocals on Maurice Day and The Time’s ‘Jungle Love’, clearly having a blast during one of the most outrageously fun moments of the night. And then the stage filled up, with all of the special guests and the 12 piece band clearly having the time of their lives dancing and singing along to ‘1999’.

As the man himself famously said in that song “life is just a party, and parties weren’t meant 2 last”, and sadly with that the night came to an end. All in all it was a fitting tribute to the great man, all for an extremely worthy cause and a night full of surprises and magical moments that will stay long in the memory of the Dearly Beloved in attendance.

real talk I can’t make graphics. THAT BEING SAID look at the majestic dramatic love fest.

But okay I hit the big four digits about a week? maybe two weeks ago and I just? It means the world to me that you’re all here, that you all have found my blog and like my writing enough to stick around. That? means the world to me, and I’m just so so happy. I love you all so very much, I will probably miss people on this bias list but I just appreciate you all no matter what.


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Dearly Beloved || Edgar & Amelia || November 3, 1979

Date: November 3, 1979
Location: Bones wedding reception, London

Amelia snatched a glass of champagne from a passing waiter before shrinking back against the wall again. The wedding had been lovely, as expected, but she’d been seated next to her mother and therefore forced to endure whispered comments about how it was high time Amelia got herself down the isle as well. As soon as the ceremony had ended and photographs had been taken, she’d begun the time honored tradition of avoiding her nosy family. 

She’d slipped up once by agreeing to dance with her father, who had then led her over to the table where her mother was sitting. For the next fifteen minutes she pretended to listen to her mother’s opinion on her hair, dress, posture and facial expression before excusing herself to go to the restroom. Now, she was tucked into a corner behind a door the servers were using to go back and forth with trays of food and drink. 

It was the perfect spot. 

No one could sneak up on her, the food passed her before continuing to the ballroom at large, and, best of all, she’d charmed the lamp to be dim and make it harder for her to be seen. Here no one would tell her that she was too skinny, too pale, her hair had looked better before she’d cut it short, even though it had been growing back out for several months and was nearly as long as it had been before the unfortunate incident that led to it being chopped off. There were not long lost family friends or acquaintances to make polite chit chat with or pretend to remember. This spot, right here, this was Amelia’s favorite spot in the ballroom. 

She wasn’t moving until it was an acceptable time for her to go the hell home. 

That plan worked for a while, but from her spot in the corner she caught sight of her brother – the one who hadn’t just gotten married – firmly in the clutches of what she could only assume were Lance’s new wife’s relatives. 

“Damn it,” she muttered, pushing off from the wall and sliding her feet back into her uncomfortable high heeled shoes. She plastered a polite smile on her face and moved to Edgar’s side, slipping her arm through his. “Excuse me, I’m so sorry to interrupt, do you mind if I borrow my brother for a bit?”

me: kingdom hearts’ soundtrack got nothing on me anymore 

kingdom hearts: *first note of dearly beloved*

me: MAKE IT STOP!!!!! I CAN’T HOLD BACK THESE TEARS!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!