i never really posts in tags

  • me: I really need to get in the habit of tagging my posts so they're easier to find
  • me: *tags the next 3 posts and then never tags anything again*

anonymous asked:

Hey, I just wanted to say thanks for your post about not giving up. I feel like it's always the same artists getting chosen for zines and it makes me really anxious because I'll probably never be good enough but I'm really glad your post acknowledged that, so thanks

It’s no problem!! I’m glad that that post has helped you a lot! While scrolling through the zine tag I realised that for many zines there are always limted places, but the number of people who apply are always thrice as many as the number of places available. And that has got to suck bc that means that there are so many people that are rejected. And since most of the people following me are artists/writers themselves, I decided to create a post to encourage people to not giver up. Also if anyone wants to talk about it, then I’m always here to listen!!

soThanks to @led-sbian for tagging me <3

1. Always post these rules!
2. Answer the questions given by the person who tagged you.
3. Write 11 questions of your own.
4. Tag 11 people.

1. how politically active are you?

I have thoughts and ideas however ive never really been a ploitical person.

2. do you enjoy vintage clothes?

I am a huge fan of vintage clothes pretty sure half of me closet is vintage or vintage style, the other half being band merchandise.

3. what do you usually wear to sleep?

A baggy t-shirt and a pair of joggers or shorts.

4. what’s your mbti type?


5. what’s your favorite star wars character?

My favourite star wars character has to be Chewie.

6. is there any wild shit going on with your friends right now?

Nope, My life is never full of wild shit to be hhonest

7. has your heart ever been broken?

Once, it was a pretty bad downfall of silence no goodbyes just never talking again.

8. what’s your favorite decade for clothing? least favorite?

Favourite decade would have been 60′s,70′s and 90′s. However my least was maybe the 80′s.

9. what’s your favorite decade for makeup? least favorite?

Same as above.

10. what’s your favorite decade for music? least favorite?

From the 50′s to the early 2000′s.

11. are you a city person?

Not Really, always been a big fan of living in the countryside. Maybe even on a farm x)

I Tag: @rockin-to-rammstein, @the–sweeet–escape, @love-music-fashion-flawless, @sofiiik, @dementiakage777@jack-white-is-my-daddy, @marchoftherhyequeen, @the-fragile, @outofrequency, @a-touch-of-tipton, @malakianaddict

My Questions:

1. What was the first song you listened to from your favourite band?

2. What is your favourite season?

3. What inspired you to start your tumblr?

4. What is the impact that your favourite band has made on you?

5. What do you do to relax?

6. What is your favourite meal?

7. Are you an animal person?

7. Whats your favourite tv show? Movie?

8. Your favourite way to listen to music? Vinyl, mp3, cd?

9. What are your hobbies?

10. Do you have anything, such as an object or memories, which means alot to you? if so what?

11. Your favourite picture of anything

Yknow, the thing about Mass Effect, for all its flaws and problematic moments and issues that bioware really needs to work on, they got one thing down. Emotion. I’ve never played a game so packed with emotion as Mass Effect is. Yeah we all bitch about the ending of Mass Effect 3, we all point out the sexist moments, we all discuss where Bioware needs to grow. But I think a majority of us will remember the shocking moment of seeing the Collector base for the first time. We find friends in this rag-tag band our Shepard brings together. We’ll all hold our breath as Joker hobbles through a Normandy under attack. We agonize over who we left behind on Virmire. We cried when characters we came to know left us, and we cheered when a cure for all Krogan fell upon Tuchanka. We were sad, happy, angry, desperate, hopeful, and passionate right alongside these characters we came to know so well. And don’t tell me a huge-ass grin didn’t appear on your face when that damn Thresher Maw took out that Reaper. You can point out as many flaws as you want with the games, we all talk about it; but in the end, Mass Effect isn’t just a game. It’s a feeling, an emotion, an energy that I have personally never felt in any other video game ever. It is passion, plain and simple. And I just find that to be so damn important, when something can make you feel as if a part of your own soul is right there along for the ride. 

Idk that’s just so beautiful to me and it’s why Mass Effect will always be my favorite series of games regardless of the flaws it possesses. 

  • enoch: thanks, mom... why is everyone staring at me?
  • millard: you just called miss peregrine mom; you said "thanks, mom"
  • enoch: what? no i didn't
  • miss peregrine: do you see me as a mother figure enoch?
  • enoch: if anything i see you as a BOTHER figure because you're always BOTHERING me
Fire Is A Fickle Thing

Characters - Dean X Reader

Summary - A small fuck up on a cold winter night leaves plenty of room to fix the mistake

Word Count - 3252 (It was supposed to be a drabble. Consider this a full bouquet of whoopsie daisies!)

Warnings - Swearing, smut, unprotected sex (remember, irl, no glove, no love), I think that’s it

A/N - Again, you have @sis-tafics to thank/blame for this one. A simple conversation lead to smut (that never happens!) and that lead to this. Jill, it came out slightly different than our conversation. Hope it still fits what you were looking for :)  This is only my second fic I’ve posted, so again, helpful (and kind!) feedback is not only welcomed, it’s needed. Oh and this was unbetaed since I finished it really fucking late (early?).

Tags -   @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog @salvachester @mrswhozeewhatsis @littlegreenplasticsoldier @sleep-silent-angel @awhiskeywithawinchester @writingbeautifulmen @the-mrs-deanwinchester @oriona75 @manawhaat @mamapeterson @rizlow1 @kayteonline @katnharper @but-deans-back-tho @spnjensenlove02 @aprofoundbondwithdean @impalalalalardis-1067 @whispersandwhiskerburn @misswhizzy @winchesterenthusiast @winchestersinthedrift @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @saenalife @nichelle-my-belle @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @kittenofdoomage @scarlet-soldier-in-an-impala @spnfanficpond     If you want to be added to or removed from the tags, PLEASE LET ME KNOW

You fling the front door open, cold wind blowing snow in behind you and Dean before he turns and pushes it closed against the freezing night. You’re teeth are chattering as your rub your hands up and down your arms, stomping your feet, trying to get your body to warm back up.

“Well, that was a fucking waste of time.” Dean bitches as he starts pulling off his snow packed boots.

You unwind your scarf from your neck and throw it at him, “Ya think? Jesus, Winchester, next time do some damn research!” Dean just tosses your scarf back at you with a roll of his eyes and tugs his cap off his head, his messy hair making your cold fingers itch to run through it.

He had found where your suspect was hiding out, so you had gone to do some surveillance. But he had failed to check the weather forecast and while you were out, a storm had rolled in, bringing snow with it, making you have to bail on your mission. By the time Dean had managed to navigate the slick roads back to the gravel one leading to the cabin, the road was covered with enough snow that he wasn’t going to risk getting Baby stuck. Thankfully, you had at least thought to grab your cold weather gear, and Dean was damn lucky you were a generous enough girlfriend to bring his too. The walk back to the cabin wasn’t really all that long but the snow was heavy and wet, making it difficult to trudge through. And the wind was fucking cold.

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Kokoro Village | 5800-3743-6355 | romantic town (completed)

A tranquil village with natural dirt paths and a multitude of flowers. Kokoro is a pink and forest-y town designed by Mayor Elle with the intention of giving a romantic feel to those who wish to visit. Visitors are often invited at dusk when Kokoro’s bright areas really come to life.

tracked tag: ellesanimalhaven

My tumblr experience
  • Me in the begaining: * what the fuck am I supposed to do, how does this even work?!?!
  • Me after a few months: *oh okay I found my interests and found other things I never thought I'd be into*
  • Me few years later: * tags everything like a fucking professional & makes shitty posts to get attention but internally am really proud of them*

Right so I’ve made posts about this before but I just wanted to say something, speaking as someone who has never had credit stolen and has really only seen a couple friends experience that as well. My point being, I’m not just coming from some emotional self righteous place. I’m coming from a place of being a human being who believes in the common sense that if somebody created something, they should get credit for it. A fact which is apparently lost on or ignored by many people.

Let’s get some things straight:

  • Tagging or captioning something “not mine” does not make it okay to post without credit.
  • Saying “thanks but that’s not mine” when people compliment your post does not mean you’re giving credit.
  • People who create original content deserve to be credited. Some posters may have spent hours creating something, only to watch it be posted by someone who didn’t put in any of that effort, and gain recognition and likes and what have you without crediting the person who made it exist in the first place.
  • It doesn’t matter if it’s a photograph or a drawing (those seem to be the most common). Give credit to the creator.
  • It takes. So. Little. Time. To credit. Ideas in descending order according to length and effort:
    • Reposted from ____
    • Originally from ____
    • Posted by ____
    • Credit to ____
    • From _____ (that’s literally four letters, plus a link or username. I think you can handle that)
  • If you can’t find the original post via reverse Google search, at least link back to the source URL. It’s simply the decent thing to do.
  • Who really enjoys stupid, stressful arguments over credit? The offenders get defensive and mad, the posters get hurt and even angrier, and it all could be prevented by the simple act of crediting.
  • Like seriously. If for no other reason, just credit the damn person to avoid clogging people’s dashes with angry posts, wasting everyone’s time in blocking you, and getting into fights with internet people you’ll never see in real life.
  • Isn’t plagiarism bad? I mean the school system, internet, and life failed you drastically if you’ve never heard of plagiarism. People get suspended, failed, and expelled for it. So clearly that’s not cool.
  • As a final note, it would be very nice of you to even consider ASKING permission *gasp* before reposting. What a NOVEL idea! Let’s look at some options, shall we?
    • I wish I could *insert skill here* like you. Maybe you could give me some pointers? In the meantime would it be okay if I reposted this for inspiration/reference?
    • Hi! I really love this post and I was wondering if I could repost it to my *insert social media here*
    • Hey! Do you mind if I repost this? (oh DAMN look at that, that one took me less than 30 seconds to type. Holy shit the miracles of giving credit)

Long story short, JUST GIVE CREDIT. I cannot wrap my mind around why people find this such an insurmountable burden. Usually you got the photo directly from the source anyway, so you know where it came from. And it takes less than 5 minutes to do a reverse Google image search; if you can’t find ANY information, either consider not posting it and asking permission to repost something else, or at least put down the URL to indicate that this is not original content.


P.S. Give credit. Please.

[!] Important

So listen up because this is really stinking important. I NEVER make these types of posts but this is 100% calls for it. THIS^^ not okay by any means what so ever. To put it in short, this author has decided to write a story in which Jimin is an Adult and Jungkook is a child. This author is normalizing and romanticizing an inappropriate relationship between an adult an a kid for goodness sake. Inserting Jimin’s inappropriate thoughts and closeness to Jungkook–it makes me sick. Not to mention this is straight up tagged Pedophilia and Child Abuse. Child abuse is an extremely serious topic not to be normalized or romanticized by any means, especially with so many children out there suffering from this kind of abuse. Now its turn into a fanfic for people’s enjoyment? This is disgusting. 

Not to mention that it brings the creeps out: 

Please guys, report this user/fic immediately because this just can’t happen. It can’t. You can report users at this link: https://archiveofourown.org/abuse_reports/new

Update: Ao3, unfortunately, was made for this type of content. With that being said, reporting will not do anything. So this serves as a warning that this type of content is out there. I’m sorry, but no matter how many reports are sent in, nothing will happen. Just spread the awareness. 


Give yourself to the Dark Side. It is the only way you can save your friends. Yes; your thoughts betray you. Your feelings for them are strong. Especially for your… sister. So, you have a twin sister. Your feelings have now betrayed her too. Obi-Wan was wise to hide her from me. Now, his failure is complete. If you will not turn to the Dark Side… then perhaps she will…  (Insp)

omgkatsudonplease  asked:

viktuuri totinos ad: viktor is the totinos guy and yuuri is kristen stewart

“Hey Victor, where are the Totinos?” Christophe asks from the couch.

There’s a man in the kitchen. Victor doesn’t know he got there, but he doesn’t question it. He stares, silent – there’s a box of Totinos on the counter to his left. With one hand, he reaches for it, and then pauses, second-guessing himself.

“Hello,” the man says, and his hair is as black as a raven’s wings, his eyes as brown as the depths of the earth. Then, the stranger glances at the box, steps closer to Victor and picks it up. He’s wearing a black outfit with silver crystals scattered up one side. “Totinos?”

“For… For my hungry guys,” Victor explains, quiet, sparing a glance at the couch where Christophe, Yurio, Georgi, Leo, Guang Hong, Michele, Seung-gil, Phichit, and more are sitting, watching Skate Canada.

“What are you hungry for?” the man asks, and his voice is sultry, enticing.

In an instant, he’s pressed against the kitchen counter. The stranger takes the box in hand again, removes a Totino and traces it down Victor’s cheek, a smooth line. Victor watches, entranced, and then meets the other man’s lips, hand slipping up his shirt.

“What’s going on? Are you making out with somebody back there?” Christophe calls, and laughter comes from the other side of the room.

The scene fades to black. Totinos.

I love that the fandom has kind of adopted the idea that Bob Zimmermann is like the dorkiest dad to ever dad and is better at social media than Jack because it makes me think of shit like:

Jack never really uses Twitter but he has alerts set up for when Bitty or his dad (or Kent lbr) tweet.  And one day he sees that his dad has posted an old picture of himself from right when he signed with Montreal with the caption #HabBob.

A few seconds later there’s a photo of him slamming one of the Bruins into the boards with the tag #BadBob.

Jack figures his dad must be in a nostalgic mood and thinks he should call him later to save his mom from hearing all of his dad’s glory days reminiscing.  Then he uploads the the picture of Bob and Alicia with Jack pooping in the Stanley Cup (his dad tags him in it, Jack has second thoughts about ever calling him again). #DadBob

Now he’s wondering where papa is going with this.  He stops paying attention to the hockey hilights playing on the TV and just keeps refreshing his Twitter feed, which he seriously never thought he would do in a million years, but there’s this sense of dread building in his stomach, because he knows hid father’s sense of humor.  There’s one final punch line here, and it’s going to be even worse than his baby photos on the internet.

The last picture is from a trip to the beach that he and Bitty had taken with his parents the past weekend.  It’s a selfie of Bob and Bitty, with the two of them in matching sunglasses and his dad in a fucking backwards snapback, could his father be any more embarassing? The answer: yes.  The hashtag: #RadBob

Bitty retweets it with the same dumb hashtag and Jack starts rethinking his relationship.  Kent does the same and Jack texts him for the first time in months to say “fuck you, stop enabling him”.  Kent replies with a poop emoji and a kissy face.  #RadBob is trending by morning and Jack legitimately thinks he might die of embarassment.

Home is Where the Heart Is

Summary: Guang Hong is scared of sleeping alone in the dark and he finds comfort with Leo.

Genre: tooth-rotting fluff

Word count: 771 

TW: none!

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lance: [comes up with a great plan]

shiro: wow, lance, that was really smart.

lance, on the outside: thanks, i know.

lance, on the inside: we’re both lying. i know it. he knows it. everyone knows it. i’m not smart. i have never done anything smart. 

  • Hunk: Hey, Keith, do you have any hobbies?
  • Keith: Swimming..
  • Hunk: Really? That's cool. I never expected you to-
  • Keith: In a pool of self hatred and regret.