in which i make my followers uncomfortable

important:

i have so many unanswered asks right now, and they’re all asking for advice.

i’ve said from the start that i’m uncomfortable with advice asks, because i have zero experience and i’m absolutely not in any position to give out relationship advice, coming out advice, gender advice, etc. the best that i can do is toss you to my followers, but that doesn’t feel fair to them, and it doesn’t feel fair to you, because not all the asks get replies, which basically leaves you hanging!!

i know that this is a pansexual blog, but i didn’t start this with the intention of giving out advice. just please please keep this in mind, and don’t be upset if if i can’t give a good enough answer, or if i don’t answer your ask for a while. thank you!!

Y’all need to be fucking better about the way you interact with young artists on here. And don’t you dare see this and think “oh I’m a minor so this post isn’t for me” cause you know damn well half the inappropriate asks artists get are from other young people. Think of all the kids who were contacting the creators of BMC and asking sexual questions about the characters. Think of how many asks you see popular artists get with sex jokes and talking about which of the characters they draw are bottoms, and how often you see them have to post asking their followers to stop, and remember that most of the people in our communities are minors. 
We constantly post about how the adults on tumblr need to be careful with the way they interact with minors, and they do, but i can say from experience that more often than not they’re not the one trying to discuss inappropriate things with random people they’ve never spoken to. Being around someone’s age doesn’t give you a pass to make them uncomfortable. 

I’m so tired of hearing my underage friends complain about all the inappropriate asks they get, even after saying time and again they want people to stop. It’s not fair to them at all. Have respect for the people you follow, they aren’t your friends, you don’t know them, sending them asks about this kind of stuff is so uncool and uncalled for. 

And hell, this doesn’t even apply to underage artists. There is no reason for you to send unprompted inappropriate asks to people you follow, no matter their age. You have no idea how they feel about what you’re saying, if they’ve had uncomfortable experiences. You don’t magically become chill with sex jokes and talking about character’s sexual lives because you turned 18. Just show people the respect they deserve??

How to overcome writing anxiety

Fear, numbness, exhaustion, chest tightness, procrastination, lack of ideas, lack of goals, lack of purpose, lack of confidence, anger, frustration, blockage… if you recognize any of these symptoms before, after or while writing, you are probably suffering from writing anxiety.  When the whole process stops being fun and delightful, something is wrong. But, don’t worry, you are not alone. Together we’ll bring joy back to your writing.

First, we need to understand what is causing the anxiety. 

Originally posted by takeiteasy-breathe

Perfectionism

Your logical brain is forcing you to write a masterpiece and completely exhausting the creative brain in the process. You can’t write a single phrase without the logical brains telling you to reread and rewrite it a hundred times. But perfection doesn’t exist. So, your logical brain decides to postpone the whole project until the creative brain creates perfection. “This is its job.” The logical brain says. Under pressure, the creative brain turns off. Having this ongoing strike inside your mind will give you anxiety. 

Originally posted by thebeautyinfood

Try this: Instead of a long out-of-sight deadline, set smaller goals or missions to be achieved daily. For example, instead of “I have to complete my first draft in three months” try something like “I have to write two pages everyday no matter what”. Daily goals will keep you moving. After completing a mission, reward yourself with internet time.

Positive affirmations to read everyday:

  • Writing is peaceful and fun
  • I feel accomplished after a day of writing
  • I allow myself to write with the flow of creativity
  • I love to immerse in writing
  • Writing is my safe place
  • I am flawed and I like that
  • I am a prolific author
  • I always meet my goals
  • Writing brings me joy
  • This is the career for me
  • I’m proud of myself for writing everyday
  • I allow my creative mind to speak up
  • Mistakes makes me stronger
  • I feel stronger everyday

Unstable family

Having negative, critical, violent, abusive, dependent, emotionally distant or bickering family members is a major cause of writing anxiety. Both family problems and writing take a huge amount of energy. You can’t do both at the same time. We end up getting involved in family dramas, but, when it’s time to write, the missing energy causes us anxiety.

Originally posted by retro-gang

Try this: When your family shows instability, look for a safer place in your house. Distance yourself somehow. If they are used to negativity, nothing you do will make them feel better. Actually, sometimes, you trying to help will only make things worse. So, distance yourself. Allow them to do what they wanna do, but allow yourself to be different. Try making new friends as well, even online friends are valuable. They take away your attention from the bad mood. 

Positive affirmations to read everyday: 

  • I choose to live my life in peace
  • I allow my family members to live the way they want
  • I can’t change others, and that’s okay
  • I am a free person
  • I am important, my decisions are important
  • I allow myself to be different
  • Writing completes my soul
  • Writing brings me joy and peace
  • I have many reasons to be happy today
  • I’m proud of myself for choosing peace
  • Writing is my safe place

Depression

The lifestyle of a writer is the major reason why depression is so common in our career. For example, no sunlight, no exercise, spending hours in the same position, thinking, thinking, overthinking, enduring loneliness (sometimes even when we are surrounded by people) and the financial uncertainty. Soon enough, your energy drops. What used to make you all excited and happy, now is boring or bothersome. In some cases, you can barely leave bed. Sleeping is a mechanism your body finds to easy the pain in your mind. “Losing” the passion for writing can cause anxiety.

Originally posted by stainlog

Try this: Exercise every morning, stretch, take a sunbath daily, enjoy happy songs before sleeping, change your workplace regularly, fill your walls with drawings and beautiful images, make small changes in your routine, learn something new, learn a new origami everyday, learn a new language, learn new recipes, change your eating habits, start a blog or a vlog, try new writing habits, find a new restaurant, go out, write somewhere else (like in a coffee shop), write in a different genre and sub-genre, change the age of your characters, change the set, change the plot… you must be wiling to let go of old habits and give yourself something new everyday. 

Positive affirmations to read everyday:

  • I am surrounded by love
  • I am surrounded by amazing ideas to be written
  • I am proud of myself everyday
  • My career is to make people dream, I’m so cool
  • I feel excited to start a new day
  • I feel excited to write
  • I am going on a journey everyday
  • I am excited for tomorrow
  • Writing brings me joy
  • I allow myself to feel good right now
  • My heart is smiling
  • I love smiling
  • My purpose is feeling good right now
  • Writing is peaceful

Grief or trauma

If you went through a traumatic event, writing is hard. You no longer understand life as you used to. What you were passionate about doesn’t matter anymore. You are in pain, angry and/or exhausted. These feelings have taken over your mind. Forcing yourself to write will only bring anxiety into equation.

Originally posted by bohemianromance123

Try this: Give yourself some time, a month, three months or even a year. In this period, don’t worry about writing or anything. Get some rest, watch movies, read books, lots of books, travel, discover the new you. When time comes, you will naturally go back to writing.

Positive affirmations to read everyday:  

  • I feel better everyday
  • I am proud of myself
  • I am brave
  • I am surrounded by love and peace
  • Writing gives me a good sense of direction
  • Writing makes me feel good
  • I allow myself to cry if I feel like crying
  • I allow myself to smile
  • I love smiling
  • Writing is a good life experience
  • Good news are coming my way
  • I am excited for tomorrow
  • Something amazing is about to happen
  • I feel light and peaceful

Low self esteem

Feeling bad towards your physical appearance, career/school situation, financial condition, life style and past choices can also lead to writing anxiety. If you are not confident on who you are, you will have a hard time finding confidence in writing. Having a voice requires confidence. And if you can’t respect and appreciate yourself right now, hesitation is the cause of anxiety. 

Originally posted by not-infires-its-inspires

Try this: Change your physical appearance somehow, buy new clothes, dress nicely at home, change your hair, draw beautiful patterns all over your skin. Don’t compare yourself to celebrities. Stop following celebrities and beauty magazines if they are making you feel uncomfortable in your own skin. Find more realist celebrities to look up to. Give yourself love. No one deserves love more than you. Live in the present, avoid any thoughts about past mistakes or what to do in the future. Live in the now.   

Positive affirmations to read everyday:   

  • I allow myself to simply be
  • I am part of this world, which makes me important
  • I enjoy my body
  • I feel pretty/handsome, regardless of beauty standards
  • No one has the same body and face as me, I’m unique
  • I enjoy my personality
  • I respect myself
  • I allow myself to make my own path
  • My opinion is what matters
  • I am proud of this body
  • I enjoy life
  • My voice is important
  • My voice is beautiful
  • I am beautiful

Decidophobia

Or the fear of making decisions. You don’t know in which genre you should write, or which sub-genre. You can’t decide which idea to write, or which character to create. You feel like drowning in an ocean of possibilities. Making a decision is too hard. And you stop yourself from moving forward for the fear of making the wrong choice. Being stuck causes the anxiety. 

Originally posted by adorelyn

Try this: If you can’t decide between two things, think outside of the box. Create a third option and go for it. You can also write all options in pieces of people and pick one randomly. Give yourself fifteen minutes to make a choice, nothing more than that.

Positive affirmations to read everyday:

  • I am taking the right path everyday
  • It’s easy to choose
  • I trust my instinct
  • I am wise and I always have the answer
  • I allow myself to decide
  • I allow myself to move forward
  • Moving forward is good
  • I am always taking a good path
  • I feel confident in my choices
  • I know what to do and which path to take
  • The answer is always clear

Can you identify what is causing your anxiety? Now that you know the cause, let’s overcome it.

i made a monster
i made a monster

i made this because i’m a cackling shitlord who likes to micspam and see just how uncomfortable i can make an entire server before they try to kick me

warning: do not listen to this unless you have sound-proof headphones and/or are alone cause otherwise people are gonna think you’re watching some cheesy 70s B porno which is exactly what it is

An open call for episode transcripts from our Travelers, struggles in creating the Penumbra as a small team, and why we need your help

UPDATE: Some extremely generous fans have stepped up to organize @thepenumbrapodcasttranscripts , so please head over there if you would like to participate! We are deeply touched by the speedy response to this post.

Hey there Travelers,

Kevin here. Over the thirteen months since the Penumbra’s first episode, we’ve received a lot of requests from fans for access to episode transcripts. Many of you have contacted us with well-reasoned arguments about accessibility for those with hearing and processing disabilities. Many of you have expressed frustration about the $7 Patreon reward level, at which donating patrons get to look at the scripts the actors see.

We’ve stayed quiet on this so far, but we haven’t been ignoring you. We recognize your frustration. We apologize if the packaging of our show has made you feel like we don’t notice you, or listen to you, or care about you. We do. Internally we’ve been discussing this for months – and after debating it and trying a lot of things, we’ve come to what we think is the only conclusion that makes sense given our situation. I’ll tell you the conclusion first, and then move backward to our reasoning:

We are asking for help from you, the fans, in making these transcripts a reality. If fans create a tumblr or website that features fan-made transcripts of every episode, we will gladly post a link to it on our website and promote it whenever a new transcript has been completed.

We have asked for this from you all before, but it understandably got lost in the weeks and months that have passed since. As a result, should fans express interest in creating transcripts, we will be reblogging this post once every two weeks until all of the transcripts have been completed.

We recognize that it is frustrating not having the supports you need to access our show as others can. We recognize that asking fans to create those supports is also frustrating. Please know that we are frustrated, too. We are living a very uncomfortable, very difficult reality in creating this show, and up until now we’ve kept the details of that reality invisible to you all. But if I can ask for just a few minutes of your understanding, I hope I can communicate clearly about the obstacles in the way of us creating these transcripts, which are also, not coincidentally, the biggest threats to the Penumbra’s continued existence in general.

What follows is an in-depth look at my reasoning. If you’re satisfied with the above, hey, skip it! You can find the couple of transcripts we had time to make here (as well as one by a fan who asked to be credited as subtlepuns), so go for it, work together, create a platform for them, and feel free to use what we’ve made to get you started. If you’re still bothered, or you don’t understand why we can’t just make all the transcripts ourselves, I ask only that you read and think about our position, here. It is not one made hastily.

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I would like to start this post off by saying how the hell (did me using that word offend you too?) could you think it is okay to come onto someone’s blog and sugar coat your pathetic conversion with promises of one thing and another? I am honestly baffled how anyone could see sense in sending these messages to multiple people and think they will work. I looked up “Erie Young Adults Youth Group” on here, and I am not the first person to receive this monstrosity.
My father is a Protestant and he has absolutely no problem with me or my practice, he does not stomp into my room unannounced and tell me how Jesus still loves me. If someone under the same roof as me can exist in total peace then why can’t you do that too? I have no problem with people practicing what they want, if I did I would be no better than those who burnt my ancestors at the stake; nor do I have a problem with people who opt to follow some form of Christianity. What I do have a problem with is people like this trying to force everyone on earth into the same, cramped, tiny box of worship.
How fucking dare you tell me the same God who wold have me stoned to death for kissing my boyfriend also loves me and wants to save me? Why are people so bloody persistent on imposing what they think is right? It will never, ever be my place to tell anyone what they can follow. Not for my family, my boyfriend, my future children, I have no power or right to dictate what their belief system is and neither should the person who posted this absolute garbage.
Being addressed as “sister” makes me physically want to vomit. As some of my followers may be aware, I am a practicing male witch; but that’s not why it makes me want to churn up what I had for breakfast. It makes me feel sick because A) whoever wrote this is already addressing me via a Christian themed title, which is not okay. I am not a sister, brother, or child of your God. How uncomfortable would you feel if I started throwing Wiccan or Witch related titles at you? B) Get your head out of your fucking tight, sexist ass. They see a magic themed blog and instantly assumes it’s a “sister” running it. On my blog, I welcome every gender all the way from cis to non-binary, unlike these people who would presumably tell someone of “they/them” pronouns they are just confused and need to seek guidance from Jesus.
Furthermore, they have no idea if I am Christian. I have stated this is a “Witch” blog, not a “Wiccan” one. Witchcraft isn’t a Religion, and I am well aware of all the amazing and open Christian Witches out there who are such sweet people, especially on Tumblr.
To reiterate, please do not send me or anyone messages like this ever again. My faith in the Christian God is as non-existent as the person who sent this coming off the anonymous option. Everyone of all faiths or whatever the fuck you believe is welcome on my blog, as long as you’re not a condescending asshole who throws around the love of Christ like confetti. Please stop badgering people who aren’t in your following, is it really not okay.

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Unexpected coachsurfing

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader 
Word Count: 2.5k+
Warning: Language, fluff, smut 

Summary: You travel to New York but you screw your airbnb booking, so you have two choices. The first one is spending the whole night on the streets alone. The second one is accepting the kind, utterly handsome stranger’s offer and stay at his place…

A/N: Hey Guys! It is my very first story in English, I hope you will enjoy it! Any comments are highly appreciated! Thanks for reading it!
Huge thanks to @littlemissavenger and @painfullythickimagines for helping me with this story!

Originally posted by stuckybarnesrogers

I was standing in front of the door with a shocked expression on my face, amazed at how I’d screwed this up. How I’d managed to mix up the dates? I looked down to my phone, to check my AirBnb account once again. My booking was there… Only the date was wrong; It started from tomorrow. I covered my face with my palms and walked out to the street. Alright, so I’m here, in New York at 6:30pm and I need to find a place to sleep very quick! I was lucky I found some wifi, so I could check couch surfing websites for something cheap.

It was an hour ago that I sat down on the bench in front of the McDonald’s but except for my growing hunger nothing has changed.

‘I just give up!’ I sighed and covered my face in my palms. ‘I’m gonna sleep under a bridge.’ I jumped up from the bench pulling my backpack with me to find a suitable bridge to sleep under. I was scared… I was really scared and angry at myself. I was all alone in city I have never been to before, with only a backpack and a dying battery. 34%… Awesome. I slip it into my pocket and thread my fingers into my hair.

‘Are you lost? Do you need help?’ A stranger is standing next to me, looking down at me curiously.

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Dylan request #1

Request: Dylan request — you moved to Littleton when you were in 4th grade, then Eric moved in a little bit later. The 3 of you grew up as best friends. While you and Eric had a small middle school past (that didn’t last long as you both realized you’re better off as best friends) you did develop a crush on Dylan in high school. You don’t know it but Dylan likes you too. It’s senior year, and Eric has realized what’s going on ages ago. You’re at a party, 7 mins in heaven is the game - go from there :)            

((im so sorry this took me so long!! I’ve been working so hard on this. I hope you enjoy!!))

“Hey, Reb, pass the lighter.” I fumble with the cigarette hanging off my upper lip. Eric threw a red lighter to me. I lit my cigarette and inhaled, staring off blankly in the distance before handing it back.

Eric had been my best friend ever since seventh grade, even though we had a little fling in middle school. We made out one time, behind the shed where they kept all of the P.E equipment. All of those raging 13 year old hormones were pumping and we smooched. I expected it to be magical, like in the movies, but no. It was wet, sloppy, his tongue was like a dagger stabbing in the back of my throat, it was wayyy too toothy, and he left half of my face covered in spit. Needless to say, we decided to go back to being best friends a few days later and agreed to never speak of the event again.

“Yo, y/n.” Eric calls, taking a puff off his cigarette.
“Sup.” I looked up at him from where I was sitting.
“You coming to that party tonight?” He leaned against the fence stood behind us.
“Probably not,” I shake my head. “Everyone that goes to those stupid parties makes me want to kill myself.” I said with a harshness in my voice. I meant it, I really did hate the people that went to our school.
“Okay, listen,” he paused to take another drag of his cigarette, “I hate those fuckers just as much as you, if I had the chance to blow their fucking heads off I would in a heart beat. But this really hot girl invited me and-”
“absolutely not.” I cut him off. “I am not going to be your wing woman at some fucking party.”
“When have I ever been invited to a party by a hot chick before?”
“Never.” I sigh, a slight bit of guilt in my voice.
”Exactly. Fuckin never. Just do me this solid.”
I didnt want to, I really didn’t, but Eric was my best friend. I exhale sharply, “Fine.” The way his face had lit up made it all worth it.


Me, Eric and Dylan had all grown up together. I moved to Littleton, Colorado when I had just turned 9. I met Dylan on the first day of 4th grade in school. I was late for school due to my stubborn Mom who insisted she knew a quick route to the school, despite having lived in the town less than a two weeks. By the time I reached my classroom, I knew that all of the seats would have been taken and I was frantically searching for a place to sit. The class teacher was nice, she spoke sweetly to me and asked my name. I saw one kid gesturing for me to sit next to him. It just so happened that the boy who offered me a seat was Dylan. We instantly hit it off. When you’re 9 and 10 you don’t care who your best friend is or whether you have common interests, but me and Dylan did. After school every day, we would rush home as quickly as our legs would take us so we were home in time to watch our favorite cartoons. My Mom would always have baked goods ready for us as soon as we got home for me and him to binge on. He was like an addition to our family. Dylan struggled a lot when middle school came around, as he was excruciatingly shy and quiet. We got picked on a lot for being weird and quiet. We were outcasts to everyone else. We sat by ourselves for the first year, neither of us having many friends other than each other and Nate. Over the years there, Dylan was my security blanket. He would make me feel better about all the horrible things girls said to me. We boosted each others confidence a lot. We met Eric in seventh grade, and became pretty close rather quickly. We would all hang out every night and play video games.


Me and Eric were standing by our lockers when Dylan approached us.
“Hey, V, guess what.” Eric said through a toothy grin.
“You got invited to a party by a hot girl.” Dylan replied with a slight bit of annoyance in his voice.
Eric’s grin quickly vanished, “Yes. How’d you know?!”
“You’ve told me at least six times, dude. I’m still not going.” Dylan hissed back.
“C’mon, dude, y/n is coming.” Eric nudged Dylan.
Dylan looked towards me in confusion because he knew I hated parties, “I’m being forced too, V.” I shook my head.
Dylan laughed under his breath a little bit, “Nah, dude, I’m not-”
“I swear to God, Dylan. I know where you live and I know how to make pipe bombs.” Eric said in an almost threatening tone but it still had a slight playfulness to it.
“Fuck, fine I go. Don’t blow up my house, Jesus.” Dylan let out a barely audible laugh under his breath and smiled towards us.
“Fuck yeah, V, cya tonight.” Eric smirked like a kid who had just won first place in a race.
Dylan walked off to whatever class he had next, leaving me and Eric alone. I lean against the lockers, throwing my head back and let out an audible groan, “Why is he sooooo cute.” I whimper out.
“This whole ‘crush on Dylan’ thing needs to stop.” Eric sighed.
“Yeah…” I suspire heavily whilst I followed Eric to our next class, “I know.”
“You know what I hate?” I prepared myself for one of Eric’s long-ass speeches about bitches standing in the middle of a corridor or something but the words that escaped his lips were actually quite wise. “When girls wait for the guy to ask them out. Like, Dylan’s a shy guy, he can hardly look at a girl without cumming in his pants. What makes you think he’s going to get the balls to ask you out? Like, I know we’re just friends ‘n’ shit but fuck, y/n, you’re pretty fucking attractive.”
“That was over in middle school, Reb.” I joke.
“Shut the fuck up and listen for a second,” He pauses while he thought of something to say, “What I’d do in this situation is 1 of 3 things. 1,blow their fucking head off, if you can’t have them then no one can. 2, get the fuck over them, no time for moping over some pussy you’re never going to get. Or 3, get over self, walk your ass over to them and tell them you fucking like them. Like a bitch can’t blame you for trying, right?” 


So many questions ran through my head after he said that. Should I really just get over Dylan? How? Why? Should I tell him how I feel? Should I blow his fucking brains out? I know i was thinking irrationally but I really cared about Dylan. Ever since my first year at Columbine High School I had feelings for him. I don’t know when the feelings began but after it had a been like a roller coaster. That’s the perfect simile actually. It was like a roller coaster. When I first started getting feelings for him it was like being in the queue, thinking what the hell am I doing? This is bat shit crazy! Who’s idea was this?! This isn’t safe at all!  And then when I realized my feelings for him was like sitting in the seat, waiting for the safety barriers to come down. Just wanting to jump off and scream ‘I WANT TO GET OFF!’ but then it was too late. The ride started and I couldn’t get off. Every time I would see him was a big, steep drop shooting down; every time I heard his voice it was like going around a big loop; every time he touched me there was a big twist. I wanted him so badly, I just didn’t know what to do. I loved the roller coaster but it terrified me at the same time. Whenever I thought I had it under control, there would be another drop, loop or turn thrown my way. I couldn’t believe something Eric fucking Harris said made me have this epiphany.
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Me and Eric arrived at the house where the party was being hosted. Eric pulled out a cigarette. Needless to say he was shitting himself. None of us had ever been to a proper party before. A party to Eric was 4 of us sitting playing Doom with a bottle of some sort of alcohol but now we were at an actual party. It was filled with at least 50 people.

Eric smoked slowly trying to avoid the huge groups of people within the house. We could feel the vibrations of loud music shake the nearby ground outside. We were nervous, although Eric didn’t want to admit it.
“S-should we just go in?” His voice cracked.
“I guess so…”

I felt like holding his hand as if he had to be guided in by a parent or guardian; my nerves made me want to grab his hand even more. Eric stamped out his cigarette and we etch close to the house.

The scent of cheap beer and the loss of virginity filled my nose, making me cringe. Eric’s eyes scanned the room, most likely looking for the ‘hot’ girl who invited him.
“Maybe we should look around?” I suggested while looking at his scared, little face, which I found adorable.
“Yeah.” his breath rasped in his throat, it sounded as if he just dry-swallowed a big pill.

We didn’t really search, him and I just kind of hid away from the big crowds of people making us feel uncomfortable. Eric had never been good with the ladies, I don’t know how he ever got me in middle school.

We hadn’t really followed a pacific path, we just went where we went and followed one another. I eventually found a drink in my hand and after a few I was beginning to feel a little tipsy. We slipped down some stairs into a room where the party continued, but in much smaller numbers. I, fortunately, glance in a corner where I saw a few familiar lanky figures. I felt relieved to see some people I actually knew in this house, other than Eric. I staggered over to the group of boys. Dylan had his cute little smile on his face as I approached.
“Sup, V.” I beamed at him, wrapping my arm around his neck.
“H-Have you been drinking?” He sounded a little nervous, probably because I was cuddling him.
“Just a little,” I giggle, “ Why? Do I smell like alcohol?”
“No, just…” His sentence trailed off, not really knowing what he wanted to say.
“I think you,” Eric pulled me off Dylan, keeping me balanced, “need to sit the fuck down.”
“Yeah.” Dylan laughed, searching for a place for the group to sit.
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We sat for a while, just cracking jokes and laughing, and before we knew it a bottle of Jack Daniels had come and gone. .
Eric shook the empty glass bottle in the air, “Truth or dare, anyone?” He asks the group.
We each nod out head and Eric spins the bottle.

After a few rounds, it landed on me.
“Truth or dare?” Eric grinned.
I think for a moment, “uhh, dare.”
A smirk grew on his face “Seven minutes in heaven,”
“Eric,” I sigh, “I love you ‘n’ everything, but you’re my best friend.” I place my hand upon his shoulder, “this isn’t middle school anymore and I-”
He swiftly interpreted me, his smirk growing wider and keeping eye contact with me, “with Dylan.”
My face was wiped of all expression, I wanted to knock the look of his smug-ass face look of his face so badly. I pause, trying to comprehend what he had just done. “uhum, what?”
“You heard.” He folded his arms, his eyes flicking from me to Dylan.
“Reb, dude I-” Dylan stuttered nervously.
“A, a, a, it’s a dare. You have to do it.” Eric replied, folding his arms.
“Stop being so childish, Reb.” I slur and rolled my eyes.
“I’m not being childish, you’re just being a pussy.” He sneered.
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
“Am not
.” “Are too.”
“Fuck sake, Reb.” At the time I didn’t know whether to punch him or thank him. Then I realised, I was drunk enough to do it without everything being awkward at school if Dylan didn’t like me but if Dylan was into it then I could say I was sober enough to be into it too. Fuck I loved Eric.

“It’s funny,” He snickered, “you’re such a prude, y/n, I knew you wouldn’t do it.”
“Y'know what, fine.” I pulled myself up, “come one, Dyl, let’s go find a closet.” Eric looked genuinely shocked, as did Dylan.

Dylan didn’t have time to comply or protest, before what I had said sunk into his brain I had dragged him up and was already trying to find a free closet. It was more difficult than I originally thought to find an unoccupied closet. Eventually, we did find one, I shoved Dylan and quickly locked the door behind us.
“Sorry ‘bout that, Dylan,” I leaned against the door, “I just wanted to prove Eric wrong.”
“Ah, it’s fine.” He said, sounding slightly disappointed.
“W-Well it’s not that I don’t want, Just I…” I looked down at my shuffling feat, I felt nervous, not too sure what to do.

There was a few moments of silence, during this silence I found myself sliding my back down the door, sitting upon the floor. Dylan eventually joined me. He leaned his head against the door and spoke softly:
“Remember in 5th grade when I had a crush on that Amanda girl?”
“Yeah, what about her?”
“Remember when I spilled apple juice on my pants right in front of her.”
I giggle at the fond childhood memories, “Yeah, you were so sad.”
“Yeah, I know. I think that’s where my fear of walking to women came from,” He ran a hand through his hair, “ That’s why I’ve never been able to confess my feelings for this girl that I’ve liked for a while.”
“Oh,” I look at the ground, fiddling with my hair, “that’s shitty.”
“Yeah. You know,” he took a deep breath, “I used to think you could never get over childhood fears, the little anxieties that would keep you up at night as a kid. Everything seemed so big and important then. Even the smallest thing felt like it would change everything, but it didn’t and it never did. I don’t know anymore. You can’t run away from your fears forever, right?”
“Right.” I nod, turning my head so I was looking at the side of his face.
“I think I’m ready to overcome a really big fear I’ve had for a long time.” Dylan interlocked his fingers around mine, causing me to blush, “I really like you, y/n.” He spoke gently, the words left his mouth softly and soothed my body.
“I really like y-you too, Dylan.” The roller coaster feeling felt really real at that moment. It was exciting, I was loving the twists and turns, even though they made it feel like my heart was going to pound out of my chest.

I leaned in and stroked his cheek softly, which turned his face towards mine. Dylan’s lips brushed against mine, it felt so innocent and so sweet. His lips were like silk that ran across mine. Dylan’s hands caressed my cheek. His movements weren’t lustful, they were kind and I could feel the good intentions in each of his touches. My heart fluttered as he whispered my name into the kiss, he prolonged each syllable which caused me to shudder. My fingers ran through his dirty blonde locks and stroked his soft curls. I pulled him as close as I could, until there was no space between us. Dylan could feel the pounding of my heart in my chest but I didn’t care, I wanted the kiss to last forever. His hand being placed ever so carefully on my cheek, just below my ear, comforted me. He moved one hand to my waist, causing my breath to sharpened. It became heavier, deeper, and more heated. The kiss was becoming more passionate and was rapidly losing it’s innocents.
“Yo, faggots.” A voice, presumably Eric’s, yelled from behind the door of the closet.
“7 minutes already?” He giggled and placed a sweet kiss on my forehead.

so @staff has introduced a Safe Mode which, if you’re under 18, forcibly keeps itself turned on in order to hide posts flagged as “sensitive content.” I made my way to the op of one of the posts and it was literally one I’ve already reblogged before which has no “sensitive content” in it.

what this update shows is that @staff doesn’t know anything about their user base given a) there are a lot of us under 18 and this decision is likely to noticeably reduce traffic to this website and b) clearly they don’t realize that people, regardless how old they are, aren’t going to follow blogs that post things that make them uncomfortable/offend them/things they shouldn’t see.

@staff won’t ban blogs run by actual nazis, let users add photos to text posts or hyperlink text on mobile but they can ruin the app for at least half of their user base.

@staff learn how to run a website without alienating a substantial part of its users

anonymous asked:

this is a huge angst one but I am craving it, maybe rfa reacting to catching mc trying to kill themselves? Or if that makes you like super uncomfortable (which I totes get) maybe just them reacting to suicidal/severely depressed mc.

Hey anon!
Thank you for the ask. I’ll be a little blunt here. It doesn’t make me uncomfortable normally. In fact, there’s not much that does make me uncomfortable tbh. But right now, it would make me sad, so I’d rather write the latter.

       ↳I also want to let my followers know that if you’re struggling or feeling down feel free to message me or vent in my ask box! I’ll give you a virtual hug, fight someone for you (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻ , whatever. ^^

I’ll put this under the cut just in case anyone is sensitive to it.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

hello friend, i wanna follow you but in the past ive been following people who have made fun of autism and because i have it too so now i have a compulsion to ask people before i follow them but is this blog free from ableist jokes, i'm sorry for asking...

It is absolutely fine that you asked, my friend! Rest assured that my blog is absolutely free from those sorts of things and I do my best to avoid them in every possible way. Based on my own personal integrity, I try to respect my followers’ medical condition(s), sex, gender, orientation, religion and etc, and conform to their sanctity, so it is indeed important that you asked me. This blog is open to everyone, and I try my best to avoid anything that would make my followers feel uncomfortable. However, I am very harsh towards those that break the rules above or if they show any malicious intent, which - of course - will result in the individual being blocked.

anonymous asked:

how is it... not your responsibility lmao literally in what fucking world is it not up to adults to make safe spaces for minors. bars, sex shops, strip clubs, are adults deciding to keep minors out of spaces. just don’t be gross lol

those are examples of adults making safe spaces for adults and these places are advertised as adults only but minors still find their way into them? lmao fake ID’s and bribing exist. minors will always find a way to get into adult spaces. they will go out of their way to do so. it’s the same concept.

i’m an adult. my age is on my blog. i avoid interacting with kids as much as possible. i’m straightforward with what i post. it says multi ship in my description. i don’t make people follow me. i encourage people who are uncomfortable to unfollow me because it’s not my intention to make anyone uncomfortable, but i’m gonna post what i want, because it’s MY blog. you don’t have to be here. i tag accordingly. if i post nsfw, i tag it as nsfw, or post it to my nsfw blog, which is 18+ and i only give the url to people who ask, who are at least 18. i do everything in my fucking power to make sure minors don’t see anything they don’t want to.

if you follow me you know exactly what you signed up for. i have an about, a byf, and a faq i ask people to read before following. it’s YOUR decision to follow me, not mine. unfollow me if you have a problem with me. take responsibility for your own god damn internet experience. i’m not your mother and no offence i don’t give a shit about some random kid on the internet!! i don’t know you!! you don’t know me!! get over yourself and gear the fuck up because absolutely no one is going to cater to your every whim in real life lmao

anonymous asked:

Can I ask why u don't like alloprop.? I wanna make sure I'm not accidentally following a bad person,,,, (in ref to alloprop. I've been following u ling enough to know ur a good bean)

Wait why don’t you like allopropoganda???

Quick version: 

They’re pretty commonly known to be modded by/interact closely with (the pronouns aren’t matching up so I’m not making any assumptions) strategicgoat, who is someone I’ve avoided since I joined the discourse.

Alloprop has made Holocaust comparisons, and defended derailing wlw posts which made me really uncomfortable. As I mentioned, not comfortable with strategicgoat at all - I’ve seen quite a bit of ableism + other things come from them and I’m not comfortable interacting.

I’m going to let all my followers make their own judgements, but I’m just not comfortable interacting with them.

So I bought the first edition of the @gods-and-radicals journal, A Beautiful Resistance. It has a lot of fascinating & informative pieces & I think is overall a very good read. However. 

There’s a thread that runs through several of the pieces [which I have seen elsewhere in the pagan & occult spheres] of an anti-science, anti-technology worldview & it makes me really uncomfortable. 

Yes, human technology has massively contributed to the environmental disasters we are watching take place; yes, science has been employed for terrible purposes & to reinforce the ideals of capitalism, white supremacy, etc etc. I won’t dispute that. 

But the concept that some thinkers seem to promote as the solution, that we should turn our backs on technology, follow an anarcho-primitivist route, is throwing the baby out with the bathwater. And, frankly, in my opinion stems not only from a lack of education about science but a high level of unexamined privilege.

To advocate rejecting the scientific & technological advances of modern society is to advocate: 

  • the deaths or catastrophic loss of quality of life for many disabled or chronically ill people
  • a return to high mortality rates for mother & baby in childbirth
  • a return to the pre-antibiotic era due to drug resistance that is only kept at bay by continued research
  • no further advances in understanding or treating chronic illnesses, genetic diseases, & conditions such as heart disease & cancers
  • the resurgence of devastating childhood diseases such as diptheria & polio due to a lack of vaccination
  • the extremely high level of suffering caused by malaria, schistosomiasis, African trypanosomes, & other widespread parasitic diseases, continuing unabated, especially in deprived population
  • among many other consequences.

Seeing the advances of science & technology as ills to be fought, with no sense of the vast improvements they have made to humanity’s condition & quality of life … is an incredibly blinkered position to take. If we can’t advocate for radical change without throwing vast numbers of the population under the bus, how are we in any way improving on what’s gone before?

hey !  remember  not  to  abide  ‘ friends ’  policing  who  you  interact  with .  that’s  not  chill  and  in  every  real  ,  healthy  friendship  ,  there  is  open  discussion .  obviously  certain  circumstances  might  adjust  these  ,  but  a  big  red  flag  of  a  toxic  friendship  is  being  told  to  stop  talking  to  other  friends  of  yours .  it’s  not  okay .

Indefinite Hiatus

I should have made this post a while ago actually explaining where I went. Sorry
but ive decided to leave simblr. 

I’ve had a ton of fun making builds and posting my sim adventures but its now time to move on. There were a lot of turning points that led to this event including simblr itself and mental health. 
This past year has been especially hard here. I became friends with a lot of you and really trusted and cared for them and within the same year, a lot of things changed that ended with me feeling ostracized, uncomfortable and hurt which did and still does make my mental health flare up. I really wish I could continue posting and playing but its just not worth it anymore.

I really do appreciate all my followers and the people who have stuck around and supported me but its now time to move on to better and more positive experiences. I’ll leave my blog open so people can download builds and cc. So thanks to everyone whos stuck around these past 2 years ^^. See ya later simblr. 

Bye, CA!

Okay, so by now you’ve probably heard that Phelan, Lindsay, Andrew, and I are the most recent folks to exit TGWTG/CA. If you haven’t, well, you have now. But I’ve gotten a lot of questions about it, so here’s a long post explaining what happened as far as I’m concerned. 

(EDIT: Clarifying none of the exits outside of Phelan had anything to do with me, and even then Phelan and I had been planning on leaving for quite some time.)

(EDIT 2: I didn’t think this would be an issue, but let me also clear up who Mike is. Mike Michaud is CEO of Channel Awesome; Mike Jeavons is the video producer and has nothing to do with any of the events listed here.)

So was I fired? Well, yes and no. I was let go, but calling it being “fired” implies I worked for CA, and I did not. The only people with contracts/a payroll are those who work directly for them in Chicago. No producer has ever been paid by CA, and that includes the anniversaries. All profits from those, including the DVD sales, go directly to CA, and we were paid in “exposure” and “a free trip with our friends.” The only contracts we ever had to sign were for the anniversaries, mostly to sign over to them any crossovers we filmed (to pay for our trips there). So in actuality we were not on a “free trip” with our friends; we were working off our trip while also acting in a film we would have no profit from (the exception being commentaries, which we could keep). If we questioned this, we would be told we didn’t have to go and that was that. We did get a free copy of the movie for ourselves, if they remembered to send it to us. If you didn’t get a copy of To Boldly Flee, don’t worry, neither did I. One of Mike’s favorite things to tell us was how great it was that they hosted our stuff and never asked for a cut of our profits. 

ANYWHO, my exit starts with the midrolls and Patreon. I’d been struggling for awhile to pay the bills, and ad revenue was down, and one of the things keeping me afloat was extra midrolls, which weren’t extremely popular. But I also had to do that to make barely enough to live, as this is my job. So while I’m in Chicago, Mike corners me while I’m alone and proceeds to tell me my midrolls are screwing everyone else by making people turn on adblock. It was very hostile, unprofessional, and uncomfortable. I told him I needed to do that to make enough money to live, he didn’t care (and also told me they left up comments about the midrolls as a hint to me, apparently), and it ended with me crying in a bathroom over how I was going to pay my bills. This was followed shortly after with a call from him and Doug mandating how many midrolls we were able to use, among other insulting things. Doug suggested I simply make more videos, like his TV show vlogs, because that was just his “work ethic.” I, of course, wouldn’t know about a work ethic. Mike was also unaware that I’d been posting on Sundays for 3 years, and implied that videos that weren’t OLPs didn’t count.

Anyway, I’m looking for alternative ways to make money, and Patreon is starting to do well for some folks. I decide why not? It wouldn’t hurt to try it out. So I start one up, and ask if Mike can put a link up to it under my next video. Mike and company do not know what Patreon is, and have not checked, because they’ve decided in their heads what it is. So he tells me I’m not allowed to promote it. I explain that it’s like an ongoing Kickstarter, and he tells me they won’t promote those either. This is despite them having already promoted Nerdquest stuff and their own Indiegogo, which you might remember was given $90,000 for something they have yet to produce.

(Side note: how many times does it take to film a game show pilot? As it turns out, at least 17, most with the same questions and guests. The other shows don’t even have a title, much less any start on production.)

Incidentally, the reason I don’t use as many midrolls now? Patreon. If they’d had their way, I’d still be broke, and people would still be using the same archaic system.

Rob then messages me and tells me adding Patreon to midrolls is a “slap to the face” and that their Indiegogo was “executive authority." 

Suede had made a video about the pros and cons of Patreon, and they told him he could not post it on the site. We weren’t allowed to put up any links, and only after the news about Suede got out and they looked bad did they tell us we could do a promotion at the end of our videos. After many of us had filmed them, they randomly told us they could only be 30 seconds long. I don’t know why.

Fast forward to now, and I see that they’ve posted Brad’s Patreon video on the new site. I ask Mike why it’s okay now, and quote the previous conversation with Rob. He tells me there was no reason to bring that up again because they’d said it while they were "still on the fence” with Patreon (“slap to the face” = “on the fence”). I told him, yes, there was reason to bring it up, because they never told us any of that was okay now. About 50% of the site’s problems could be fixed by them simply telling us things. I told him they were being hypocrites and should apologize, he deflects me, and I told him they’re always making excuses why things aren’t their fault. 

So he asks me if I have time for quick call. I tell him no.

2 hours later, I’m away from the computer and Mike creates a new convo with me, him, and Doug. He asks if I can talk now. I don’t answer because, again, I am away from the computer. He waits approximately 15 minutes, and then tells me because I’m ignoring them they’re taking my stuff off of the site and letting me go. My stuff is immediately removed, which, coincidentally, is the only thing they’ve updated since the new site has gone up. Keep in mind, when the Noah incident happened, they never let him go, they simply kept extending his suspension. I was never even put on suspension. And he got a nice farewell post! 

(Edited to add that Mike has been known to stop contact for weeks at a time and, to think he’d be available within 15 minutes of any contact is laughable.)

They’re getting a lot of bad PR right now, which probably could be fixed if they hadn’t fired their PR person the day after her surgery. 

The site has had many, MANY behind the scenes issues, and ANYONE who has said anything has been labeled a troublemaker. Also, anyone who has said anything is gone now. It is a site fueled by yes men and denial, and many broken promises. They’ve referred to the other producers as “children” on more than one occasion, which is as patronizing as it sounds. The site has ALWAYS been about Doug, and they don’t care about anyone else there. 

But what does this mean for videos? Nothing, actually. Us former CA members are still making videos on our own sites, you can find me, Phelan, and Andrew on Phelous.com, Lindsay on Chez Apocalypse, and I encourage you to continue to support folks who have or will leave the site. The producers are still friends, we will still work together, and we still love what we do. 

tldr; I was let go for being away from the computer for 15 minutes.

UPDATE: Relevant links, if you’d care to read the convos yourself:

http://imgur.com/a/K8Xe4

Please Don't Go

Requested By: Anonymous

can you do a Cole Sprouse x reader that includes Dylan too? maybe the reader and Dylan decide to surprise Cole on set and there’s maybe some drama between the reader and Lili or something like that? haha i’m in desperate need of more Cole x reader!!

Pairing: Cole x Reader

Description: It had been months since you last saw your best friend Cole, you both were in the acting business so you never had time to see each other. However, you and his brother Dylan decided to take off work one day and surprise Cole. You both were expecting a warm happy welcome, but that wasn’t the case.

Warnings: Tension between Lili, reader, and Cole.

Word Count: 1,628

A/N: I hope you don’t mind but I kind of put my own twist into this idea, I’ve been in a real bummed out mood so it’s kind of sad. But I believe it’s still good, so I hope you like it.

Originally posted by outofmindsayo

Months before, you and Cole had been practicing lines, getting ready to audition for the biggest role of your life and his.

This was the thing that was going to change everything between the two of you, for the best and worst.

You both waited eagerly for weeks for your results, and sure enough you both got callbacks, and ended up getting the parts you auditioned for.

You both were so excited, but never truly realized what this all meant at the time.

That is until it was the day you both had to pack, and leave to travel your separate ways.

“Time flies, huh?” You joked, a sad smile on your face.

“Yeah, it does, doesn’t it?” He gave a goofy grin, making you smile.

“I know you’re going to do really well Cole, I’m proud of you.” You smiled, giving him a hug.

“I know you are too Y/N.” He hugged back, before letting go and getting into his taxi.

It was this moment that changed you, from the second you woke up that morning, to waving goodbye to your best friend driving off in a taxi to his new life.

Things were already changing.

You too that day got into a taxi, starting your new life also.

This was the beginning of something great, at least that’s what you thought and hoped.

You soon became a super star, everyone knew who you were, wanted your autograph, a picture, anything really.

You weren’t going to lie either, you loved it, it was everything you wanted.

Months had gone by, you didn’t really have the time to think about Cole and how he was doing, you were too busy focusing on yourself and your career.

You did however know that he was on a new TV show called Riverdale, and that he was a huge part of it.

You were proud of him, he really wanted to have a different personality compared to his previous roles.

You really wanted to see him, so you decided to call his brother, Dylan.

You and Dylan were close like you were with Cole, so you knew he’d know where Cole was.

It took about a week to get a break from filming, you did extra hours so you wouldn’t be missed in certain areas in filming.

Soon enough the time came and you and Dylan were off to visit Cole, someone you hadn’t seen since the moment you both parted ways.

You missed hanging out with Dylan, he was just as goofy as Cole.

You both caught up with each other on the plane trip, something you hadn’t done in a while.

Hours later you arrived, walking onto the Riverdale set with Dylan.

People came running up to you, asking for pictures and autographs, which you did, then did some with Dylan too.

You both thanked your fans then set off to find Cole.

You both wandered around set, goofing around, dancing to music on the way, then spotted Cole.

Dylan nudged you, making your eyes widen.

He looked different, but you liked it.

“Yo, brother!” Dylan called, making Cole’s head snap in your direction.

His eyes widened, before he ran out to the both of you, engulfing you both in a hug.

“What are you two doing here?” He laughed, doing a handshake with Dylan, before giving you another hug, which you gladly accepted.

“We decided to surprise you.” Dylan grinned, making you shrug innocently.

“You two, I don’t know what I’m going to do with the both of you.” Cole chuckled, wrapping his arms around the both of you.

Cole decided to end up giving you both a tour of the set of Riverdale, and you had to admit it looked great.

The three of you ended up later that day just catching up, laughing, overall having a great time together once again.

Something you all dearly missed.

You were all just chatting when a few of the Riverdale cast members joined in.

Cole introduced them as Kj, Lili, and Camila.

They all were super nice, except you kept getting a bad vibe from Lili.

She’d keep giving you side glances, which you noticed, along with Dylan.

You decided to excuse yourself, which Lili also did, following you.

“You both need to leave, you can’t be here.” Lili spoke from behind you, making you stop and turn around.

“I can do what I want, when I want Lili, so why don’t you stay out of business that isn’t yours.” You smiled politely, making her glare at you.

“Cole is my business, he’s my boyfriend.” She snapped, making you freeze for a moment, before glancing at Cole.

He locked eyes with you, knowing something was wrong.

Both him and Dylan rushed out, before seeing you and Lili.

“Cole is it true?” You questioned, making him shift uncomfortably.

“I mean, kind of.” He messed with his hair nervously.

“Kind of?” Lili shouted, before storming off.

You raised an eyebrow at Cole, then at Dylan.

“Did you know too?” You asked Dylan, who refused to look at you.

You let out a sarcastic fake laugh, crossing your arms.

“I was so wrong about you, the both of you.” You shook your head, a fake smile on your face.

“No you weren’t it’s still me, your best friend.” Cole tried to interfere, but you were done with his excuses.

“She’s the reason why we lost contact, and you can’t blame me for not trying to contact you because I did, you just ignored me, so I stopped trying.” You stated bluntly, narrowing your eyes at Cole.

He cleared his throat, looking at his feet.

“You’ve really become a different character, hope it was worth it.” You stated, before backing away.

“Wait, Y/N where are you going?” Dylan spoke up quickly, a confused look on his face.

“Back home.” You smiled sadly, looking at the two brothers in front of you.

“What? No! You can’t.” Cole blurted out, stepping towards you.

You just looked at him, before walking away once again.

“Please don’t go.” He spoke quietly, making you stop in your tracks.

You stood there a moment, thinking in your head for a logical response.

You took a deep breath, before turning around.

“Cole, you already did.” You smiled sadly, motioning towards his new home.

He stood there in disbelief, unsure of what to say or what to do.

Dylan just stood there, unsure if he should get in the way or not.

It felt like memory lane, but this time you were the one leaving.

You gave a small wave, a tear slipping down your cheek, before you walked away for good this time.

Cole wanted to tell you to stop, to stay there with him, but he knew you were right.

And that’s what killed him.

He watched you walk away that day, onto a bigger and better life.

He was proud of you, and what you had accomplished.

But he’d always remember the day he watched you leave, wishing you wouldn’t go.

And you’d always remember him saying, ‘please don’t go.’

This is what made the both of you great actors/actresses, you became a character, but still had yourself deep within.

None of this would have happened if you both hadn’t let go.

As hard as it was to let go, it was for the best, you both knew it, and that’s what kept you together forever.