i am done with your shit tumblr

But now, things are different. I’ll never be the same. Here I am, sitting on my windowsill, thinking. Thinking, that it’s crazy how much shit I let you put me through all because I love you. Knowing, that I’m not nearly as important to you as I had thought. Understanding, that I could never hate you for everything you’ve done to me; I still love you and I always will. Realizing, that you take this love for granted. You’ll never be worthy.
—  i guess this is goodbye

anonymous asked:

animegifed*tumblr*com/post/160274208649/jimins-1-fanboy-has-to-be-jungkook um... she/he wrote "nothing is mine" on the description but....????? what the????????

LMAO UM?????? THIS!!!!!! 

Is my entire fucking gifset reposted???! What the literal fuck, I am actually so done with this shit. I’m sick of being nice. I’m d o n e. 

this is mine as well. @kookiebuff I believe this is yours. 

Yeah don’t think I don’t recognize other people’s content too.

After a burst of confidence...

I am urged by my anger to say…

STOP
BEING
ASSHOLES
ANONYMOUSLY.

Or, also, I guess, non-anonymously. Whatever, just STOP. 

You do not know how difficult it is to not only write something, but to SHARE it. and writers are SHARING these stories with you. You don’t pay us. Your comments and feedback and follows are our payment.

To jump in their inbox and tell them their writing is “shit” and they should stop.. is unacceptable. To complain that someone has not participated in Angst Day… not ok. You are getting a hundred fics an hour… Go read one of those. 

How dare you sit there and hide behind a little sunglasses wearing circle and dump your garbage on people who spend their time giving you FREE ENTERTAINMENT. you are disgusting. I’d like to see you sit here and post something that you put work into. Because I know for damn sure you didn’t put any work in to your grammatically incorrect, misspelled words of hate that you so nicely deliver to the Tumblr-verse. 

Kindly Fuck the Fuck Off. If you need an inbox to shit in, have at mine. It can be found HERE.  If you’re feeling extra feisty, you may submit your comments HERE. Have a lovely day. 

End of Speech.

tiggytheprincess  asked:

Your gross

When *you’re sending hate and forget to turn on anon for one of the messages  😂 ^^^

Like, lol. This is ridiculous, Tigs. Come on now. 

Backstory: For the people who are seeing this who aren’t familiar with my relationship with this darling girl, we “talked” for awhile, and eventually stopped when she tried to manipulate and guilt trip me. Like, I’d been busy, and we hadn’t even really spoken all that much to begin with. But yeah. Like, I stopped talking to her after that whole fiasco. I saw that I was dodging a bullet, and I left. Like, No. I’m not dating an abuser. Newsflash, emotional abuse, manipulation, guilt tripping your partners when they have done nothing wrong IS ABUSE. 

So, I left. Like, I saw the warning signs, and I was out. She messaged me again a few weeks later with some bullshit apology like, “I’m sorry I came off as manipulative (not I’m sorry I was manipulative). I’m trying to improve. All I can do is ask that you stick around and help me to improve… I thought that’s what mommies did… I’m sorry if I was mistaken…”

LIKE??? COME ON! THAT IS SUCH BULLSHIT. That right there is manipulation. You’re saying I’m not a mommy if I don’t take you back and put up with your shit. NO. NO. NO. The door. Bye. Shoo. 

AND NOW, YOU’RE SENDING ME HATE ON TUMBLR! LIKE, YOU ARE A CLASSIC ABUSER. LIKE, TEXTBOOK DEFINITION. I WAS SOOOO RIGHT ABOUT YOU. All you’ve done is show me your true colors. I mean, I knew what you were already, but this definitely validates it. 

Let’s take this from the top, shall we?

1. “Super friendly my ass.” Read the rest of that line. My description literally says, “Super friendly! But also NOT having any of your shit!” Which is exactly how I am. You tried to manipulate and use me, and I told you to fuck off. I would gladly do it again. 

2. “You need jesus”  😂 😂 😂

3. “ Polyamorus relationships are gross, you can’t love 2 people at the same time..” Lmao, okay? That’s like, your opinion man? I’m pretty sure I’ve loved more than one person my entire life. Like, oh I don’t know, my family, friends, teachers, romantic partners? Other important people in my life? And at this very moment, I have two romantic partners who I love. Whatever though, I don’t need to validate this to you. You’re a child. An immature child who needs to have the internet taken away from her before she makes an even bigger fool out of herself. (She’s not really a child. She’s a grown woman, but she acts like a child, obviously. Not as in an age regression way, as in a throwing a tantrum and sending hate because someone doesn’t want her way. I have to state this because trolls.)

4. “ All these poor people that follow you are being mislead” Nah, fam. I’m exactly who I say I am. I was good to you until you showed your true colors. Then, I told you to fuck off. Because literally, fuck you. You’re a textbook abuser, and I’m not playing these games with you. Not interested. Fuck off. I’m not nice to people who aren’t nice to me. I’ve never pretended otherwise. Lmao. 

5. “Your gross” LMAO, YOU ARE SO DUMB. LIKE WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUUUUUUUCK. FUCKING CHRIST. I’M WHEEZING. LIKE, I CANNOT STOP LAUGHING  😂 😂 😂 Who the fuck, messes up sending anon hate? The level of incompetence. I can’t. I can’t  😂 😂 😂 AND THEN ALL THE TYPOS. Bless you’re little heart. Thank you for this gem. Seriously. Thank you. Anytime I’m feeling down, I will have this to laugh at. 

P.S. *You’re gross. 

6. “Who do you think you are? Giving people advice when your terrible at being a caregiver” Lmao. First off, I was never your CG. We were just getting to know each other. I don’t even know your real name, ffs. I’ve only had two official littles, and I received no complaints from either. I’m an excellent caregiver. As a matter of fact, they still come to me when they want to regress, and I let them. Because I care for them, and I like being around them. I don’t like being around, arrogant, rude, abusive assholes who try to manipulate and make me feel like shit about myself WHEN I’D JUST MET THEM. Like, legit, get a life. No, get some help. You need help. 

7.  “ Why are you such a bitch? You don’t deserve to be a mommy, you are not good to littles” I’m a bitch because you’re a cunt. Fuck outta here. I’m good to people who are good to me. Be they littles, caregivers, coworkers, professors, store clerks, whatever! I am not good to assholes. 

YOU do not get to treat me any kind of way and have me stick around. You don’t get to be abusive and then harass me and face no consequences. Next time you feel like sending one of your “exs” (it’s in quotes because we never even fucking dated) anon hate, I hope this memory stops you. 

I hope you feel ashamed. I hope you’re embarrassed. Because you should be. Get your shit together. Leave people who aren’t interested in you alone. Get some therapy and work on your abusive tendencies. Or don’t and continue being an asshole. It makes no difference to me.; I’m never going to speak to you again, lmao. 

Best wishes, Tiggy dear. Now kindly fuck off. 

anonymous asked:

hey is it okay if i could repost your taz fan art of here there be gerblins (they're in wave echo cave i think) onto instagram?

NO IT’S NOT OKAY. thank god you asked first, i am so close to being done with uploading art to tumblr for good because of art theft. seriously. asking is so important! good on you anon. love that shit.

i’m (slowly) trying to make an insta account with all my art, with the help of some of my followers, but it’s a process. that taz drawing will eventually be up on my own insta, once i get that far.

god, i have so much respect for people who ask first. someone raised you good

Chaotic is Great - Jason Todd x Reader x Batfam

Anon asks: “Meeting the family was so cute! i loved it, are you going to be making a part 2 where reader meets the rest of the family? :)”

Warnings: swearing but that’s it I think, tell me if I missed something

a/n: I’m screaming I had to edit this like 500 times because it kept glitching, fuck you Tumblr. Anyways! This took me so long I think everybody’s forgotten about Meeting the Family! But it is done, and I am happy with it! And I hope you’ll all be happy with it too.

Part 1


“Oh,” Jason starts

“Shit.” Tim finishes.

What was that exclamation about, you ask? Oh, nothing, just yours and Jason entire apartment is now completely wrecked. Yeah, not good. Both Tim and Jason surveyed the area. So, there were 5 broken plates, two broken vases, a broken mirror, two broken tables, and last but not least, a bullet hole in the wall. The plates broke when Jason had launched them like Frisbees at Tim’s head. The vases had broken when Tim chucked them at Jason in retaliation. The mirror had broken when Jason tried to shove Tim into it, but Tim moved quickly which caused Jason to ram himself into the mirror instead of his brother. The tables had broken when Jason proceeded to tackle Tim into the first one, and then Tim launched Jason on the second one. And finally, the bullet hole in the wall. You know, Jason wasn’t aiming to kill his brother. Maybe just graze his arm, or maybe his leg…or maybe his neck. He missed though, thankfully.

Both boys were panicking, Tim more-so because…

“Jason she’s gonna be pissed at me! What the hell?” Tim exclaims, pulling at the roots of his hair. “That’s not my problem.” Jason replies, as he evaluates how to hide most of the damage from you. “Yes, it is. You think she’s just going to let you off with all off…this?” Tim says, while gesturing around at the mess they had made. Jason pauses, thinking of the question at hand. “Okay, fuck help me hide this shit!” He orders, throwing Tim a broom.

Tim speedily swept up all of the broken glass from the mirror, and the broken vases and plates. Jason took on the tables, quickly super-gluing the legs into place, hoping that it would hold until he could get replacements. Both of them heard that the shower was still on, to which they both heaved a sigh of relief. Looking around, Tim saw that Jason had “fixed” the tables, and that everything was looking somewhat normal. The only things missing were the vases and the mirror, but Y/N wouldn’t mind, right? Oh wait, yeah there was also that bullet hole in the wall.

“How in the fucking shit am I supposed to cover that?” Jason whisper yells, as the shower had turned off about 3 minutes ago. The boys were running on limited time, they needed to cover that bullet hole now. And that was when Tim saw it, a painting sitting in the corner waiting to be hung. “How long have you procrastinated putting that up?” Tim asks Jason, pointing over to the work of art. “None of your fucking business.” Jason grumbles. Tim just gives him a look of ‘don’t-be-a-bitch-man-we-have-like-two-minutes’. “Fine it was 3 weeks, but you bet your ass I’m putting it up now.” Jason declared, as he hung the painting over the bullet hole.

You were scared. You had heard the ruckus. You knew what was going on. And you knew that, more than likely, all the shit in your apartment was now broken, smashed, and ruined. Did you mind? Sort of. Were you going to hold it against them? Nope, because today was a good day, you were meeting Jason’s family today. So, you put all of the ruckus aside, even though you did hear what sounded exactly like a gunshot. Jason wouldn’t kill his brother though, right?

Your mind had calmed after you heard Jason and Tim bickering. Knowing now that no one was dead or seriously injured, you could continue getting ready. You wanted to look nice, you were meeting the Wayne’s after all, this wasn’t a time where you could just be casual about it. But later that night you would regret wearing the white silk dress you were currently putting on. Shoving your hair up in a messy, but also somehow stylish high ponytail, you began to pace. Not because of the boys in your living room, no, but because you were about to meet your boyfriend’s family. It was getting to be time to go as well, seeing as it was 7:30pm, and you were supposed to be there at 8:00pm.

“You can do this Y/N. You star on Broadway every week to people who are no doubt criticizing the shit out of you, you can meet Jason’s family. Look how well it went with Tim!” You tell yourself, as you open the door to your living room.

And you just ate your words. Because your mirror was missing, as were your vases, you also saw the plate shards in the trash. Your two tables were crooked and on the verge of falling, and you could see the small cracks in the wall coming from behind the newly hung painting. But thank god the tv hadn’t been smashed, you spent a ton of money on it. Walking out of your bedroom, the clicking of your stilettos alerted the boys to your presence. Just by seeing the look of sheer shock on your face, Jason knew you had a clear idea of all the damage. And after reanalyzing the room, both Tim and Jason realized they hadn’t done an exactly stellar job at hiding the mess.

“Hey baby, you look gorgeous, as always.” Jason blurts out, jumping up to try and block your view of the living room. He was guilty, you could see it in his eyes. “Aw, thanks Jay. How have you boys been?” You ask, tone sickening sweet, and quite honestly scaring the fuck out of Jason. “We’ve ah, erm, um, been good, just relaxing, and um are you ready to go?” Jason rambles, and that ticked you off to the fact that he was lying. He always rambled when he lied you noticed. His ears also turn bright red, so those two factors combined gave him a built in lie-detector of sorts (a/n: those are actually my headcannons of how you can tell when Jason is lying.). You decided to let him off. “Yeah baby, I’m ready to go. Are you and Tim ready?” You ask.

“Yes!” They both shout, simultaneously.

“Fair warning Y/N, our family’s um…” Tim starts, trailing off after not quite knowing exactly what to say.

“Fucked. Tim means to say that our family is fucked and weird, and that is why I avoided them all.” Jason finishes, making both you and Tim give him a look of ‘wow-buddy-you’re-a-dick’. “What? I’m just kidding!” Jay exclaims, as he parks your car in front of the manor.

Oh god, here you go. You weren’t entirely prepared for this. Could you just go home? That was an option, right? Jason would surely fulfill that request. No! No, you were going to see this through, meet the family, and have a good time damn it! So, taking in a breath of preparation, you ordered the boys in the car to join you in heading to the door.


“We’re home!” Tim shouts, as he flings open the door to the manor, quickly rushing inside and disappearing for a few moments.

“Ah, you must be Miss Y/N, I’ve heard lovely things about you from Master Timothy. I’m Alfred, and if you need anything please be sure to ask me.” Alfred introduces himself to you, successfully calming some of your nerves. You had heard many stories of Alfred, Jason held the man up in the highest form of respect you had ever seen.

“Yes, that would be me. I’ve heard splendid things about you from Jason. And thank you, I’ll be sure to ask for anything if I need it, sir.” You reply, trying to be formal and respectful, while still trying to not feel fake. God, this shit was hard and you had only spoken to one person. Jason saw the slight distress in your eyes, but your face didn’t project that same nervousness. You were an amazing actress; I mean you were on Broadway after all.

“You okay, baby? We can go home if you’re not.” Jason whispers to you, squeezing your hand in comfort. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine Jay. Just nervous. They’re your family after all, I know they mean a lot to you. I just want to impress them.” You admit, clicking your heels together like Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz. “You don’t need to impress my family, Y/N. They’ll love you regardless. But if you’re so worried, then just know they’re already impressed that you even showed up. I told them I had a girlfriend a few times, they never believed me.” Jason chuckles, and it was true. He had tried to tell them about you 3 times over your 8-month relationship, but every time they thought he was kidding.

Breathing in a sigh of relief at Jason’s consolation, you feel ready to meet the rest of them. And just to your luck, here comes a very bubbly, blue-eyed man with jet black hair. Were those traits like a theme with this fucking family?

“You must be Y/N! Hi, I’m Dick, Jason’s older brother.” Dick introduces himself to you, putting his hand out for what you think is a handshake, but instead when you give him your hand he brings it up to his mouth and kisses it. You were pretty sure your face matched the scarlet shade of lipstick you were wearing. “I-um, ahem, yes I’m Y/N. It’s very nice to meet you Dick.” You reply, fumbling with your words as you try to regain your cool. You could feel Jason literally shaking with jealousy next to you, and before you can say ‘my-boyfriend-has-no-chill’, Jay is chasing Dick around the manor. Dick does about 500 backflips up the staircase as Jason bounds after him.

“Oh dear god, I’m sorry for my sons’ behavior, Y/N. Hello by the way, I’m Bruce.” A voice speaks out, causing you to whip around. Like the voice said, it belonged to Bruce Wayne, who was currently standing in front of you with a smile on his face. “Um, it’s okay sir, I’m used to it with Jason.” You reply, shaking Bruce’s hand as you do so. He lets out a laugh, which is strange because since when does Batman laugh. Oh yeah, you knew about the whole secret identity thing, Jason had told you 4 months into the relationship.

“Jason is trouble, always has been.” Bruce says, as he looks around, searching for his kids you presume. “Ah, here’s the final person you need to meet. This is my youngest son, Damian.” Bruce says, as he gestures to a 13-year-old boy who already showed that he would fit in with the whole ‘we’re-literally-hot-as-fuck’ family theme. Really, was there a man in Gotham who didn’t have black hair, blue eyes, and an extremely sharp jawline?

“I don’t need your introduction, father. Hello Y/N, as you heard, I’m Damian.” The boy says, as he walks up to you, kissing your hand when he reaches you. Okay, when even the 13-year-old is fucking flirt, that’s when you know a family has something good going on. “Well hello Damian, may I ask where your brothers are?” You ask him, curious as to why the rest of the family went missing. “Grayson and Todd are upstairs fighting over you I believe, and Drake is holed up in his room, pacing around like a rabid dog. Luckily, I’m here to keep you company.” Damian responds, as he guides you to the manor’s living room. He shows you some of his drawings, he was a really talented kid, you’d noticed that when you saw the first drawing, which looked like it could’ve been a damn photo of his father in front of a set of computer systems. Just as you finish getting through the first sketchbook Damian had grabbed, you heard a voice ring out…

“Dinner!“


Sitting at dinner was strange. You were sat in-between Jason and Tim, Dick being sat across from Jason, Damian being sat across from you, and Bruce being sat across from Tim, while Alfred was at the head of the table. You were silently eating the delicious soup that Alfred had made, as Jason and Dick were bickering, ignoring their food completely. Bruce had tried to stop them of course, that doesn’t mean he was successful. Damian had been subtly flirting with you the entire night, which was really weird, I mean where did the kid think he was getting? Alfred had been silent, other than to ask if everyone was enjoying their food. And Tim, god, Tim had been a lifesaver, he was engaging you in a conversation about both Hamilton the musical, and Alexander Hamilton himself.

“The Federalist Papers are without a doubt one of the most influential sets ever created.” Tim comments, distracting you from the fact that a roll of bread had been chucked at Dick, by Jason of course. “Absolutely, they inspired a lot of the aspects of our government today. Many of the ideals of the Constitution are based on those papers, and the ideas of the Fathers’ themselves obviously.” You reply, as you lift a spoonful of soup to your mouth.

“You know what, you prick? I’m done with this conversation!” Jason yells, as he dumps his glass of water on top of Dick’s head. You jump a bit, not expecting that to have happened.

“Jason!” Bruce exclaims, shame clear on his face.

“No, no B, it’s okay.” Dick shouts, before tossing his soup at Jason. Thankfully it wasn’t scalding, but honestly you don’t think the brothers would’ve cared if it was.

“My god, you’re revealing yourselves as the fools you truly are in front of our beautiful guest.” Damian commented, with a slight smirk on his face.

“You little fucker!” Jason shouts, throwing a bread roll at Damian’s head. “Shut up Damian!” Dick screeches, before dumping his water on Damian’s head.

“You…you…INSUFFERABLE IDIOTS!” Damian roars, before throwing his water at Dick, and his soup at Jason. But, you see the thing is, Damian miscalculated the throw of the soup, and it hit you instead, coating your white dress in warm, but very staining brown soup. “Oh no, I am so sorry Y/N-” Damian starts, “You’re throwing soup at my girlfriend, you little rat!” Jason screams, launching salad at Damian.

Before you can even realize what’s going on, someone grabs your arm, pulling you to safety under the table. Looking around, you see it was Tim who drug you both under the safety of the table.

“I’m so sorry, we’re a little…very, no we’re very chaotic.” Tim apologizes, looking like a little puppy who was about to be punished. Remember folks, he idolizes you, and now his brothers have ruined this entire experience for him. “Hey, chaotic is okay. Chaotic is great. The Revolutionary War was chaotic, searching for a new government was chaotic, but it ended up alright huh? This’ll end up alright too. Thanks, by the way, for dragging us to safety.” You softly tell Tim, a genuine smile on your face. He smiles back, nodding in response to you thanking him.

“And listen, we’re still on for that show tomorrow, yeah?” You ask the boy next to you. Tim nods, a small smile on his face as he does.

“And, maybe, just maybe, we’ll bring the whole family.” You say.

“No! We won’t!” Jason yells.

“Burn in the depths of hell, Todd. We’re going!”

“Fuck you, you fucking tater tot!”

anonymous asked:

Fuck me I'm obsessed. I have obsessively crawled through all the Coven's tags & asks so I was wondering if you'd considered making a one stop shop of all things Fuckpig? Selfish of me I know but it would be my tumbler ever. Pretty please with adeflowered boy cherry on top?

Oh sweet Nonnie I’ve been on the fence about this for SO LONG but I’m actually in the process of trying to actually write some more Fuckpig (it’s been six fuckin’ months for me, y'all, I’m sorry!) and it’s at the point where I can’t find anything either so…..

https://fuckpigband.tumblr.com/

I made a fuckpig specific Tumblr. Shit.

It doesn’t have anything posted yet but I am COMMITTED to creating a tags page and consistent tagging system and then I will go through ALL THINGS FUCKPIG and reblog over there so it’s accessible.

I don’t know how quickly I’ll be able to get this done but I will try to work on it this weekend!

As always, thank you all for reading and for your patience with me. Real life is HARD sometimes but I love my little piggies so much and this is something I’ve been meaning to do for ages.

Thanks, Nonnie! I really should have made you beg more, huh? 🐽💕🐽😘

This is an official complaint about Tumblr’s “report” system.

@staff

Hey there,

We got your email. It may take us a day or two to respond but we’re on the case and will respond as quickly as we can.

What should I do now?

If you didn’t already, send the permalink of the post you’re reporting. Just reply to this email so everything stays together. Don’t start a new chain because it’ll be routed to the end of the queue.

This is Tumblr’s mail to me after I reported how someone stole my post, provided permalinks and stuff. This mail was sent on 22nd of June. It’s 7th of July. No one contacted me.

You know what Tumblr? If you don’t give a shit about your users, you can just say so.

I did what the mail said, I didn’t report it again and again even though this issue makes me super anxious I waited patiently but I am not one to anger or take for granted and I am done with your idiotic policies about posts. 

You know how to write an algorithm that doesn’t work properly but cannot keep up with stolen post reports? 

If I trust your site to share my works on, I expect some respect in return. If you are somewhere where people share their art and their writings, the least you can do is provide them with a good customer service WHEN THEY REPORT SOMETHING. 

I swear to God if I didn’t like the people here and if I knew these people and I could meet again in another website, I would leave Tumblr in a heartbeat because you have no respect for your users. You have no respect for us, people who want to share and have fun, you have no respect for people who are here to enjoy the content, you people just to whatever you please and to hell with the users, who are by the way your customers you use to show your ads through.

If you won’t take reports seriously, don’t give us the option to do so, don’t give us the illusion that you care about what we do here. What I get from this is we are just means for you and all those “we care about you” things you do are just lies and they are just for show.

I know how you care when you want to, I know how you deal with situations worse than stolen posts but you shouldn’t only show compassion about this site when it is a matter of life or death. I love that you have the option for us to be able to let you know when we think something bad is about to happen but shouldn’t you care about all customer problems, no matter what it is.

I thought this was a safe haven but the more I watch the things you do, I’m starting to believe Tumblr exploited people’s need for somewhere to hide and you just keep exploiting it.

I’m a big girl, I’m 24, I know life isn’t fair and that I won’t get everything I want but what does this say about you for the younger generation? If their drawing gets reposted or people steal their headcanons? What kind of effect does that have on a 15 year old that you have on your site?

From now on, especially with that last safe search update, we are officially on bad terms and I hope someone somewhere comes up with a website that will take your place for younger generations or even better, I hope you start treating your users better and fix this hell of a website.

Can you hold me tighter?“

He smiles, “I can.”

“….hold me tighter.”

As I finish, I am deeply enveloped in the heat of his body.

“Don’t ask me. Just tell me what you want and it’s done.”

With that, I bury my face into his chest and whisper, “Stay with me.

—  E.G. // Forgotten Words #3 // “I was never one for traps until I was caught by yours.”

sweatshirtswithideas0003  asked:

P]That clit post is so fucking rude. Why are you millennials so fucking rude? Even if someone else made the post you didn’t have to go and post it on tumblr. So fucked up. Pray karma doesn’t bite u in the ass,I am so done with rude ppl. Legit you weren’t even being sympathetic you tagged #my eyes! Like wtf. That poor man didn’t ask to be born that way. You don’t know how your future kids will turn out,what he’s been through,why he looks the way he does. My god 😒

You’re 14 talking about millennials and secondly that shit was photoshopped lmao honey get off of grown folks blogs

Shout outs

I don’t normally do these; I have a pathological fear of coming off as ridiculous. 

But I wanted to give a little New Year’s love to some of my favorite authors (and I hope I have the Tumblr names right) 

@i-am-thornqueen : writer of A Werecat in London. I know you’ve had a rough go of it later in 2016. I hope 2017 improves for you. Thanks for that most recent update, it was a wonderful surprise. Love the original characters and your posts about your headcannons for them. I should just re-read from the start again. Long live “I am so done with your shit” long suffering John Moon. 

@sadrien : writer of Tangled Ribbons. I re-read that thing from the start recently and fell in love with it all over again. Ugh. Love it. Looove it. (Also, many many years ago I was in ballet and tap. Ha ha ha!) 

@whitebear-ofthe-watertribe : writer of A Brand New Dawn. If I thought getting an update on AWIL was a surprise, getting the final chapter of this one was even more so. I always loved your ability to describe settings and colors in this story. I could just picture Marinette looking at the sunrise for dress inspiration so vividly. And the market when they went shopping! 

@ashesandhoney : writer of Sealed Away. I still think about our little chat about tarot cards a while back (under my non fandom blog). Sealed Away is one of my all time favorites. Based on posts you’ve made, I know that one sometimes gives you trouble for a couple of reasons. A virtual hug to you. Honestly, I really do think your writing is wonderful, even the “unplanned” parts! 

@freedom-shamrock : writer of Chat as Chat Can. The fluff. Oh the fluff, it was so very much needed of late with how crap the world has been. For that alone, thank you. 

@insanitysscribblings : writer of Back to Us. Omg. I didn’t think I would really like the “enemies” start to this fic and boy was I wrong. I’ve been reading this since maybe around the time chapter 6 came out? The whole story line keeps me on my toes and I love the character additions you’ve made. Always a treat to get an update notice. 

@geek-fashionista : writer of Lucky Us. This non magical version of our oblivious love catbugs is delightful. Also love the different take on Chloe and Adrien’s interactions. I find myself wanting to know more about why Chloe is the way she is. 

@xiueryn (not tagging properly?) : writer of Découvrir . Kinda got a Twelfth Night vibe to it. Can’t wait for the next chapter now that they finally know who’s who! 

@metawohoo : writer of A Witch’s Familiar . Man, I binge-read that thing when it was around 40 chapters. I was so tired the next - er - later that morning for work. Worth it. This is like THE Natalie-centric fic for me. 

@siderealscribblings : writer of Satisfaction Brought It Back . Wow. I knew about this one for a long while, but I resisted reading it. I blame the horror that is 50 Shades of Bullshit for making me resist this for so long. You involved a topic that has been written so, so poorly and abusively by others, but you did it so damn well AND made it clear that the sexiest thing of all is enthusiastic informed consent and communication. 

Tagged by @dabubblecat

It’s been a while since I’ve done these heh

Nicknames: Clever, Queen Bee (ITS BEEN A WHILE), Dogge, and good boy 😉

Gender: ❤ Fluid! 💙

Star Sign: Virgo ♍

Height: 5'6"

Time: 11:47 am

Birthday: September 11th

Favorite Bands: I listen to a lot of random stuff tbh

Favorite Solo Artist: OH YOU KNOW.

Song stuck in your head: “Can I Get A Witness” by SonReal

Last tv show watched: what is tv? ;v; (Nah I just watch a bunch of shit on Youtube)

Why you created your blog: Try to find the meaning of Tumblr (Yes I found it unfortunately)

What do you post/reblog:

  • (@xclevername ) Funnies, memes, a lot of rants, and ocassionally donation promos
  • (@note-boat ) Reblog art I like and other references
  • (@art-by-clever ) To organize art instead of letting it be washed away on my main :, )

Last thing I searched on Google: What does the virgo sign look like

Why URL: I was going for a clever name that would fit me best and that’s just what stuck haha. I love my new name tho 😊

How many people I Follow: 699 >:0

How many Followers I have: 137 according to tumblr, but there’s no way that’s accurate

Amount of sleep: 5-8 hrs

Lucky Number: none?

Instrument: I wish (guitar, piano, or drums would be cool)

What are you wearing: Skele-flower shirt and fudge colored jeans (they soft mf)

Dream Job: I honestly don’t know..? I have so many passions, but idk

Dream Trip: Japanese 👏 Toy 👏 Arcade 👏

Favorite Food: none

Favorite Song:

CABIN CRAZY, LIFE’S MY DAY DREAM -

Last book I read: Yotsuba

Tag: @enirgomega @trufoodinator @acecosmos @ask-walmart-roadhog

And basically anyone wants to do it

Dear tumblr, just so you know:
  • Effective: I disagree because...
  • Ineffective: You are a fucking idiot
  • Acceptable: I believe that you are wrong.
  • Unacceptable: Fucking *adj*scum
  • Correct: -ignores/blocks people who are needlessly inflammatory and offensive-
  • Incorrect: -sends anon message with the words "kill yourself"-
  • Reasonable: Studies disprove your opinion *source source source*
  • Unreasonable: You are literally a piece of shit. I am done arguing.
  • Smart: This person will never see eye to eye with me. -stops replying-
  • Not smart: This person offends me so much I am reporting their blog for having a difference of opinion.

anonymous asked:

i am def. on your side with that whole thing going on against that one tumblr-user.... But why stir more drama? couldnt you just block them and be done with it?

i’m already blocking her 

anyway, I’m keeping this drama alive mainly bc mori’s gross and needs to understand why people are hating her

she’s starting shit with innocent blogs and is uhhh overall I don’t like her v much thanks for asking

*deep breath*

Here we go.

Dear Johnlock friends,

I am a little nervous about this, so please bear with me. I have never done anything like this (usually I just reblog things and crawl into a corner). So, here we go.

I’m a Sherlollian. So we obviously disagree on some things in the show. But I spent the better part of an hour typing up a Sherlolly meta and I came to a realization. For me, honestly, this is just a ship. One that I feel passionately about, but I have never really thought it will become canon. But I think you guys, for the most part, have put so much of yourselves into this ship that its possible demise is heart wrenching in a way I can never comprehend. But do you know what? You should be proud of yourselves. Holy shit, you should be so damn proud. Even if Johnlock never happens, you have created a culture. And when people talk about Sherlock, Johnlock comes with it. And everyone I’ve talked to, though they think you guys are kind of crazy (in the best possible way, I think), admires your loyalty and your theories. God, your art and your fanfictions are amazing! Your metas even make me doubt what I think. You even have me half convinced I’m going to be seeing an alternate version of the episode on Sunday. And the few TJLC Explained videos I watched are well thought out and well made.  

And I understand that you may think that Johnlock not becoming canon is a huge step back. You may be right. Part of me is heartbroken for you (assuming, of course, that Johnlock doesn’t become canon, though all is not lost) and wants to see everything you hoped for, all of the theories of the scene not being shown at the initial screening, to be right. They could be. It’s Sherlock after all. But you guys are amazing. God, you are so great. I am so fucking impressed. You have made a show into a cause. You see things that I could have never seen and honestly, I kind of want to see a version of Sherlock written by any of you. 

Sorry, I’m not really articulating this very well, but in essence, I just wanted to say that I love you guys, despite the fact that I haven’t really interacted with any of you. You have created a fandom phenomenon. You are a cause. And though I am done with tumblr for a little while (I really need to get my shit together), I hope that you are happy with the new episode for better or for worse.

Sincerely,

Sherlocklock

(and to all my followers, if you’re reading this, I appreciate everything that you’ve done and all your support, and maybe I’ll talk to you again at another time)

Psych 1

It doesn’t matter what you’ve done with your life or what you will end up doing with it, people are always going to have something to say. And I don’t know about anyone else, but I’m writing this down as a reminder for myself: don’t worry about anyone else but you – focus on yourself. When you reach the goals you’ve set out for yourself, will any of the shit that someone had to say even matter? No, it won’t matter what some irrelevant person had to say. You got to where you wanted to be, and that’s all that matters.

Hold those who believed in you close, and fuck all the people who didn’t believe in you or always had something rude to say. You’re an amazing person, and you’re definitely meant for something greater than whatever is currently stressing you the fuck out (whether it be school, another dumb bitch, money problems, depression or anxiety).

The following quote is literally in the image set as my phone’s home screen background: Concentrate on what you are doing. No distractions. Center yourself. This is your time.

Y'all. There is no reason to tell the Falsettos actors about the stupid fandom memes. Especially a twelve year old. ESPECIALLY ABOUT EATING DIRT.

Anthony could have gone his entire life without knowing about this joke that will be dead by the end of the week. Don’t DO this shit!!!! It’s unprofessional and unnecessary.

Joke about Mendel eating dirt, fine. Spread it all around tumblr. Whatever. I don’t care. But don’t drag the actors into this. They don’t need to know.