There’s something I’d like to discuss with you guys – something a lot of us feel guilty for doing, but something that all of us should do – self-promotion. Specifically, I want to talk about promoting your content.
Most of the people I follow on this site, I follow for their excellent writing, or their beautiful art, or their fantastic graphics. Tumblr, for all its flaws, is a platform that lends itself to sharing your preferred means of creative expression. I also follow people for their great taste. Tumblr lends itself very well to content curation – sharing things that you like with other people you think will like them. And no blog consists of just created content – everyone needs to curate, too.
Therefore, it’s important both to content creators – people who make pretty stuff – and content curators – people who collect pretty stuff – to see all the good stuff you make. Now – how do you make sure your followers see that art you made or that fic you wrote or the meta you came up with or that rec list you put together – so that they can enjoy it, and share it with their followers, too?
That’s right – you promote that shit. Not all your followers are online at the same time. Any content you create needs to be shared multiple times, during different times of day. Some of your followers might not be online every day, so that means promoting it a few more times after the initial posting day. If your creative online presence goes across multiple platforms, share on all of them! That means you share the story you posted on AO3 on tumblr, and that you share the painting you posted on Tumblr on Twitter, so on, and so forth.
Now, my point thus far has been that your followers want to see your stuff – but that’s not the only reason you should feel comfortable promoting your work. It’s your work. You made it. You spent time and energy and effort on it. You should be comfortable putting that out there. And if you’re not comfortable, it’s good fucking practice.
I know we’ve all been told that it’s bad to want attention – especially the women and teenage girls among us – but when it comes to your professional life, especially if you intend to go down a less-than-conventional path, asking for attention is sort of a necessity. It’s how you get feedback from people who are more experienced than you; it’s how you get mentorship; it’s how you get someone to see you and give you a chance.
So yeah – reblog your drawing or your story or your graphic or your playlist one more time. Your followers want to see. But more importantly, it’s good practice.
Last week’s Samurai Jack finale gave me some ideas. Not very good ones.
My first thought during that part of the Aku battle was this Spongebob reference. Spongebob quotes can literally go with anything.
I would’ve liked to have drawn stuff before the series ended, but y'know, the last month of college….still, I actually put way more effort into this than I intended; I wasn’t even gonna color it. It actually kinda pisses me off.
You tucked yourself tighter in your jacket and exhaled when you saw his brownish hair shine beneath the street lamp by the narrow steps where your house were.
“What is so important that can’t wait til morning.” You made it clear to frown and because of it, Kihyun felt a sting in his heart. The cold night air certainly didn’t help much.
“Be honest with me, what’s your relationship with Minhyuk.” His voice was ambigous although the intentions were clear. He made the conversation into an interogation therefore your red lights lit up in your head. But your hasty answers didn’t bring the warmth Kihyun was seeking.
scenario where he gets home from practice and he's super tired and he's with his femal s/o and he's all whiney and clingy and wants them to play with his hair and it's all fluffy please~omg I thought I wrote this name but it's Oikawa
Yay, Oikawa snuggles! This boy needs more in his life, he stresses out far too often!
Stepping through the door, Oikawa dropped his bag in the doorway, not bothering to care about being untidy. Kicking off his shoes, he was suddenly concerned that his eyes were going to fall closed before he even made it to his bed. A heavy breath left him and he instantly became aware of tightness in the muscles of his back, a small groan rumbling from his throat. Kicking off his shoes haphazardly, he stumbled further into his home. “[First Name]-chaaan,” he whimpered into the empty space.
“In the bedroom,” she called back, the voice easily guiding him down the hall, “how was practice?”
“Too long,” he complained before finally flopping down into the comforts of their bed, his limbs stretching out over the surface, “come over here.” His hands reached straight up, his fingers grasping at the empty air above him. The extreme need to surround himself around the one person he loved most in this life and fall asleep there filled him more and more with each passing moment she wasn’t there with him.
A small laugh came from across the room, her eyes laying affectionately on the man who put in more effort than he had into everything he did. “I have to clean the kitchen still,” it was true, but she didn’t intend to do it, not when he was there waiting for her. Crawling onto the edge of the bed, she wasted no more time in placing herself over him and allowing him to enfold her into his grasp.
A hum came from him then, burying his face into the crock of her neck, body relaxing deeper into the mattress now that he had her. He was barely conscious of her hand sliding up his back and into the locks of his hair. If his body hadn’t been completely giving into the sleep that had hovered over his head since the moment he ended practice, he would’ve moaned at the careful kneading of her fingers against his scalp. He’d just have to beg her for more in the morning.
Summary: “Our chances of meeting in a city with a population of over five hundred thousand people were small to begin with but the likelihood of meeting in another country entirely are infinitesimal.”
“So we defy the odds,” he said.
“Yeah we do,” she agreed, finally weaving her fingers through his. “I like that.”
Pairing: Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak
Word Count: 7202
Rating: N/A (mild language)
Written for the Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon for the “summer vacation” prompt. I went a little crazy with it and it may be a mess since I’m still new to this fandom/pairing but I hope it’s at least passably good. This is very much an au with no shipwreck/island/undertaking.
(1/2) Honestly you've never come off as a bitch or anything like that for as long as I've been following you. I think you've made it pretty clear before that you don't write m/f and if anything I'm more bothered by the people who request it on a blog that seems mostly oriented towards wlw content. It's very generous of you to still offer a gender neutral version of that particular request, you've done nothing that you should apologize for.
(2/2) This is getting way longer than I intended but I just want to thank you for making and maintaining this blog! I’m always looking forward to seeing your posts, thank you for the effort you put into this <3
So I don´t want people to think that I´m like incredibly pissed off when people send in request with a male reader from time to time. That can´t be avoided as not everyone follows my blog for a long time. But it gets annoying when I mention that I don´t do m/f scenarios and the requests like that are still sent in. I´m offering the gender neutral option because sometimes the prompts are really amazing and it would be a shame not to do them, but since its against my skin to write m/f things I have no other choice than to either decline or offer the neutral version. I aim to please but that doens´t mean I will step out of my own comfort zone because of a blog. And thank you so much for liking my blog! You don´t have to thank me at all, love. I enjoy doing this and like it even more when people like you appreciate my work! <3 xoxo - G
Today I saw Ishida-sensei’s extremely beautiful new year’s art on my dash and I felt like drawing Urie with that hairstyle and the exact same colors ;///A///; So I did. This was intended as a warm-up doodle but while chatting with amazing ayatho , I ended up putting way more effort into it than I wanted to lmao…
If any of y’all read my fics and actually pay attention to this mess of a blog:
My writing is going to take a bit of a back seat for the foreseeable future. I can’t think of a damn thing to write for anything and I am just mentally exhausted most days lately. It’s frustrating because the desire to write is there, it’s just the motivation to actually do so that’s missing. It’s probably stress, but either way I’m taking a break. I don’t know when I’ll be back, but I will be back; I’ve put way to much time and effort into this to just quit, but I would prefer to actually like what I write again. I know this is, uh… interesting timing for most of them, and I hate to keep you in suspense for more than actually intended, so. Y’know. Sorry about that. I hope you’ll still be there when I come back, but I’ll understand if you’re not. In the meantime you can just yell at me for anything else. I love that shit.
Yikes. Yikes. Yikes. Finals are totally kicking my ass, the amount of studying I have to do is unbelievable. I’m trying to keep up with my once-weekly posting though. Summer will soon be upon us and I will have so much more writing time. Thanks so much for reading, I love each and every one of you!
NOW PLAYING: Ghost, sung by Halsey
WORD COUNT: 1065
PROMPT SUMMARY: Kylo tries to turn a resistance jedi reader to the dark side.
REQUESTS ARE: Open! I’m about to have a lot of time on my hands, request away!
You looked up through your hair, digging your feet into the
snowy ground as you tried simply to remain standing. Fire ignited into your
eyes as you whipped your lightsaber out of your belt. Time seemed to click by
in slow motion as you surveyed each other from across the battlefield. His hair
was plastered to his forehead, his chest heaving from the exertion of the
fight. You were both exhausted, you had been fighting for so long. In truth,
the two of you had been fighting long before you set foot on this battlefield.
You had been fighting each other for five years.
You had been fighting since he turned to the dark side five
You had been fighting since he reached out through the force
any opportunity, trying to turn you at any given chance.
You felt like you had been fighting each other your whole
Snapped out of your reverie by Kylo shifting position, you
ignited your blade, the sound shattering the heavy silence that had settled
between you. He twirled his saber in response. This fight was just posturing,
you were both too afraid to make the first hit.
“Ben,” you warned, “don’t make me do this.”
In response, he laughed humorlessly.
“You couldn’t kill me if you tried.”
You rolled your shoulders intimidatingly before focusing all
the force energy in your body. Once you found your center, you unleashed a
fierce bout of lighting from your fingertips, carving a trench in the snow
between you two. Once the lightning ceased, you looked up. With stray hairs
clinging to your head and an edge in your voice, you issued a one-time warning.
“Don’t bet on it.”
He only smirked and flicked his hand. For a split second,
you could feel a staggering ripple in the force before you were frozen where
you stood. Your muscles were impossibly tense, prohibiting you from even
twitching. Despite your frozen body, you could still see him looking at you
with pure, untempered malice. As you looked at him, completely unable to move,
you no longer saw the boy you grew up with. He was someone you didn’t know
Kylo took slow, deliberate steps toward you. He stopped so close to you that you could
have been able to reach out and touch him had… circumstances not prohibited so.
He slowly stroked his hand along the side of your face, with an almost wistful
expression on his face.
“Such a shame,” he muttered, his voice carrying a
condescending edge. “We could have been something. You and I…” he trailed off
as he took a step back. “We could have ruled, together. Changed the galaxy. You
remain a slave to the light, your true power untapped. You could be
He waved his hand and the snow stopped falling around you.
Everything seemed to be suspended, the wind stopped, the giant drifts of snow were
frozen in midair. Your frozen body could do nothing but look at him with the
most poisonous look you could muster.
His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. “You could have
saved them all. How’s your pilot friend?”
You spent enough time berating yourself for your failings,
you didn’t need him to pile on. At the mere mention your mind ignited with so
much rage that you thought you might not be able to contain it. Suddenly, you
thought back to one of the “survival tips” Luke had taught you. You pulled all
of your emotion inside yourself, concentrating it into one pure burst of
energy. You broke through the barrier that held you, and you swore you could
hear shattering glass as your body became yours again. With plenty of fight
left in you, you pushed out through the force and sent the completely stupefied
Kylo soaring into a tree.
You marched dangerously toward him, and put your ignited
lightsaber a minute distance from his throat.
“The pilot’s better now that he’s about to be avenged.”
Kylo looked up at you, a smug knowledge splayed all over his
You tried to stop your face from betraying your true
feelings as you held your lightsaber steady to his throat.
“Kill me and your turning will be complete. Kill me and take
your rightful place on the dark side.”
With his words, the realization of what you were doing hit
you square in the chest. You tried to control your heavy breathing as you switched
off your lightsaber and tossed it to the side.
“I won’t fight you,” you remarked simply, your
breathlessness making you sound much more desperate than you really intended
He took the opening you offered him and jumped to his feet
at impossibly fast speeds, his lightsaber already blazing red. He took a powerful
swing right at your head, but you ducked under it, running up onto a nearby
snowbank in hopes of gaining a tactical advantage.
“I won’t fight you!” You repeated, more urgency in your
voice. You held your hand out in front of you out of instinct, knowing that it
wouldn’t do any good. Kylo tried to freeze you again, but you deflected it.
That deflection was all you had in you, though. Almost immediately after his
first attack, he used your own trick and threw you into the tree behind you.
Your head was throbbing from having smacked into the tree,
but you put forth your best effort to sit up halfway only to find his
lightsaber ignited so close to your face that you could feel the radiating
heat. You swallowed hard.
“I will kill you,” he threatened through gritted teeth.
“But you won’t!” You replied, your voice sounding more desperate
than you really intended it to.
He pushed his lightsaber barely into your shoulder, singing
your robes as you tensed in an attempt not to move. He chuckled.
“And what makes you think that?”
You held your hands out to the side, palms outstretched. You
were showing that you trusted him. If this plan backfired, his lightsaber had a
straight and unobstructed path to your heart. You were showing that you trusted
him not to take it.
“Kylo,” you began, the name barely whispered. “You’re right. I do not have enough darkness
inside me to kill.”
His hard expression softened slightly, as if you had broken
through the dark to him.