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FACE YOUR FEARS commentary post!

I love the commentary posts that Toby has been doing, so i wanted to follow suit and give some backstory to the episode! It goes without saying that there will be spoilers, so mute #OK KO SPOILERS if you wanna keep your eyes and ears unspoilt!

This was the first episode that Haewon and I got that addressed substantial main story points! It was a very intimidating episode to tackle, but it ended up being immensely fun and satisfying to work on! Since it’s about getting trapped in a video game, i decided to lean hard into my nerdy videogamey roots and paid a lot of homage to games that left a huge impact on me! 

The Face Of Fear arcade machine:

The arcade machine was in Haewon’s part of the episode, but i couldn’t help making designs for it… and not only did she use it, she made it even better!! She designed the SUPER EXTRA HARD DIFFICULTY version that the machine turns into after Gar bites off more than he can chew!

Dendy’s explanation of how the game works:

I made a little video game overworld map segment to accompany dendy’s explanation of how the Face of Fear game works! This was a blend of three of my all time favorite games: I referenced MAGICAL DROP 3 for the general UI of the map because I love its aesthetics, I referenced the TURBO TUNNEL stage from the original BATTLETOADS N.E.S. game because that was one of the most terrifying and nightmarish stages i have ever played through as a child (a perfect fit for a game that is basically a nightmare given form imo), and i referenced EXOR from SUPER MARIO RPG, because that boss battle had such a huge impact on me when i first played it! Exor still looks really cool and badass to me, to this very day.

Enid’s Fear:

This is probably the most obvious reference, if you’ve ever played Chrono Trigger! It’s based on the climactic Magus fight, about a quarter of the way into the game! chrono trigger has been such a huge influence and helped me shape what my definitions of dramatic storytelling were, so i just HAD to give it a nod, even if its application wasn’t half as dramatic as the source material, hehe.

Rad’s Fear:

I can’t remember for the life of me if it was me or haewon that thought of having rad’s fear set in a room that was just a bunch of rad faces laughing and posturing (pretty sure it was haewon), but i DID draw this diagram of the room’s layout!

I have hit the image limit for this post, so i think i will end this here! There are more references in this episode, maybe i’ll do a part 2? maybe not? who knows! Thanks for reading, all the same! And to those who were saying that the right enid portrait in her fearscape looked a little familiar…

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- robo

Saint Martha is so wild, like she was Jesus’ host in Bethany, along with her sister Mary (as in, Mary Magdalene), then Lazarus’ (that Lazarus, who is her brother) resurrection happens, then she’s usually hanging around with her sister in a “passionate-emotional” dynamic (Martha is the aggressive sister, energetic, proactive, while Mary is the calm sister, patient, subdued), but both are very devout to J-man, and they were supposed to represent the different forms of devotion to G-sus: The gung-ho, passionate, assertive Martha, and the calm, impassioned Mary. Later, after Jesus’ death, Martha leaves Judea (that’d be around the year 48 AD), went all the way to France, and Martha, who had grown wise throughout the Bible, managed her and her siblings’ (Mary, Lazarus, and herself) stuff, eventually selling everything and giving the money to the poor after Jesus’ ascension (as per the Golden Legend tells). 

So there she was, a real happy traveling saint, wandering about, when one day, she happens to arrive to this town in France named Tarascon. It was swirling in negativity and fear, for the terrible dragon Tarrasque was terrorizing it. Saint Martha was having None Of This Shit, so she rolled up her sleeves, grabbed her cross and her flask, and went to the woods to have a talk with this abomination (HONESTLY, the Tarrasque was half beast, half fish, bigger than a horse, long and very sharp fangs, the head of a lion, the tail of a snake, and no doubt a huge body-image problem). Once she found its dwelling in the forest, Martha politely war cried and sprinkled holy water on it, wrapped her sash around its neck, sat on its back to ride it, and tamed the fuck out it.

Saint Martha settled in Tarascon after this, where she continued to live day after day by performing prayers and helping people out with her servant, Saint Marcelle, and eventually she died there of old age, no doubt wearing sick shades and brofisting Marcelle while Tarasque was plowing the field for some farmers.

And you think she was done? NO, SAINT MARTHA DOESN’T UNDERSTAND THE DEFINITION OF NOT KICKING ASS 24/7. NOT EVEN DEATH CAN STOP THIS BULLDOZER. A town in Spain, Villajoyosa, holds an annual celebration in honor of Saint Martha, because according to local legend, when Berber pirates came to pillage the small town, Saint “Fuckhouse” Martha came to the rescue by causing a flood on the coast, wiping out the pirate fleet. This happened in the 1500s, which I absolutely interpret as Saint Martha opening her eyes in a frenzy in her crypt, over a shitting thousand years after she died, thrusting her meaty fist out of the concrete tomb, grabbing her cross, muttering “fucking pirates” very violently, POWER SPRINTING all the way from France to that Spanish town, kicking the water, causing a small tsunami, undoing the pirates, and then running back to her tomb to continue being dead.

What I am trying to say here is that Saint Martha is the knees of the bee.

Search for Loneliness Part2

Hi people! This is part two to the one shot called Search for Loneliness which is the first one on my blog. I think you can read this even if you haven’t read part1 and still get the plot. Hope you enjoy! 
Huge thanks to the person who requested Part1 and to my friend @interfectorems for the patience and help!

Plot: Harry broke Y/N’s heart. But how come he misses her now?

Warnings: May hint on sex and includes curse words. 

Pic isn’t mine. 

Harry was awoken by soft kisses being peppered across the warm skin of his shoulder and a low groan fell from his mouth. Images of a girl flashed before his eyes and a lazy smile forced its way onto his face, happiness flooding through his entire body.
She was here.
Y/N’s smooth fingertips were drawing over his tattoos and Harry took a deep breath, wanting to fill all his senses with her, all of what was her. His muscles relaxed beneath her soft touches and his heart thumbed heavenly full with emotion in his chest. Y/N had come back to him. Or maybe it was him who’d never left? Or…
Strange. She smelled differently than he remembered. And her hair was softer. In fact, now that he thought about it, the tender touches he was receiving could in no way be coming from his Y/N. Y/N hadn’t ever drawn over his tattoos, but rather along them, touching his bare, uncovered skin rather than the inked one. It was only a faint difference, but the moment he started paying attention to it he couldn’t ignore how drastically wrong this felt.
His heart fell and his stomach knotted. There was still the same distance between Y/N and him as there had been last night. And the day before. The week.
Harry rolled onto his side, successfully disconnecting the foreign girl’s touch from his body without even looking at her and got to his feet so quickly his head felt dizzy.

“Breakfast?” his raspy voice muttered, but he was out of the bedroom before his visitor could complain about his unfriendly manners or give an answer to his question.


“Yes, Gem, I’m aware of that.” Harry rolled his eyes at his sister’s lectures about how he’d missed another family dinner and pressed the phone closer to his ear. “It must have slipped my mind. M'sorry.”

“You seem to have very little room in that mind of yours lately,” his sister remarked, “We’ve all seen what might be occupying all the space. How is you’re new mysterious women doing?”

“S'no mystery,” he replied slowly, “And s'not very serious.”

She hummed, indicating that she clearly didn’t buy it. “When did you decide Y/N was to be out of the picture?”

Harry huffed in annoyance. In moments like this he regretted ever bringing Y/N around to meet his family. If he hadn’t done that they surely wouldn’t be bothering him about her anymore.

“I had my reasons so don’t even start.”

A loud, exaggerated sigh was heard, yet she remained silent. Gemma knew her brother well enough to sense when it was best to leave him alone. She also knew when he’d spill what she wanted to hear without needing to be pushed.

“She was just… not right, you know?” he admitted.

“How so?”

Harry shrugged even though she couldn’t see, his fingers nervously switched on the tap, allowing clear water into the sink. Switch on. Switch off.  

“She couldn’t accept my life”, he explained, careful to choose his words wisely, “There were many little things she did which clearly showed how little she understood about my lifestyle and there were bigger ones. I once asked her to come to dinner with me and Kendall and she said no, not because of my past relations with her, but because she didn’t want to get into a situation where she’d be filmed for a TV show. Or because there would have been too many paps around. Same went for any other time I wanted her to meet someone remotely famous and at some point all the arguments became too much. Is adapting to my standards really too much to ask? She couldn’t just expect me to change for her or to not go out for dinner every week anymore.”

Silence. One that told him enough.

“What?” he asked annoyed.

“Why do you think I didn’t come to that yacht you rented a couple of years ago?” Gemma giggled. “I met Kendall and she’s actually quite lovely, but her presence does mean a massive amount of cameras. So do all of your other friends. I’ve got sort of used to it over the years and still hate it, so I can understand if a girl with even less experience feels frightened or intimidated by it. Just my opinion, little brother. Maybe you could have solved that issue by simply giving her more time.”

Harry swallowed hard and processed his sister’s words. More time? But weren’t five months enough to come out of your shell if that’s what your boyfriend expects of you?

Gemma went on: “If you feel happier now then I’m on your side, promise. But you need to make an effort, too, Harry. If any relationship of yours should ever lead to something, you have to get used to the thought of making an effort yourself and not just expecting the girl to do all the work.”


Harry scrolled through her Twitter page and it was strangely empty. The last phrases she’d tweeted had been posted weeks ago. Not even her favorites showed any activity and though Y/N hadn’t exactly visited her Social Media every day, this absence did appear odd. Harry couldn’t admit it to himself, but he did miss knowing what she was up to. Had she experimented with a new recipe? Had she gone to the cafe in north London she’d always wanted to visit? Had she managed to get a ticket for that gig one of her favorite musicians  had held last week? He wished he could ask her.
Deciding that this wouldn’t provide any of the desired information, Harry closed the app with a sigh and instead found himself opening the familiar app of his photo folder.
This images weren’t new, but familiar and this was something he desired just as much; the familiarity Y/N had posed that was now lost. Harry stared at the photos and was surprised how every detail of her face was still engraved into his memory, just like any face of a person he cared about was. Only that he shouldn’t feel that way for her anymore. He didn’t have the right to.

“What are you doing?”

The voice was soft and sweet and yet Harry flinched at the unexpected noise. Mia… Maya… Harry wasn’t sure which name it was exactly but after she’d stayed over for three days now he figured asking would be rude. He shut off his device and let it drop onto the coffee table before him, doing his best to appear relaxed.

“Nothing really.”

His new girl smiled and stepped closer. She was pretty. Her hair fell in long waves just below her waist and her wide eyes sparkled with a friendly curiosity for what he was up to, thought or felt. A curiosity he’d known when he had himself began developing feelings for Y/N and now was all he needed to recognize the condition the girl before him was in. She would fall for him. Soon.
Harry didn’t tense when she stepped closer and instead held out a hand for her to take, giving it a slight tug so she would swing one leg over his lap and climb up.
Harry granted her a gentle smile when he had her sitting in his lap with both slender arms wrapped around his neck, his own hands pressing against her smooth back. Maybe if she’d fall for him, he would find the perfect companion he had been dreaming for. The one Y/N had failed to be.

“Are you okay?” Mia or Maya asked with a small frown between her perfectly plucked brows.

Harry just nodded, his throat too dry to answer. Her smell invaded his senses and the sweetness of her perfume clouded his mind. His girlfriend, if that’s what she could be called, smiled and leaned in to press a kiss to his mouth, expecting it to be a short one and finding herself surprised when Harry’s tongue pushed between her lips and dipped into her mouth. One of his hands moved up to press against the back of her head, keeping her from moving back while his fingers pulled at her top with a feverish desire to tore it away. A small laugh fell from her soft lips and she disconnected their kiss in order to oblige his wish and undress. Once off, she leaned in and pressed tender kisses to the side of his neck, sighing whenever his hands moved over the uncovered skin of her body.
Harry’s mind raced and his heart thumbed heavily in his chest. His lower stomach ached and his thighs felt pleasantly tingly. Soft hair brushed over his skin, warm lips placed gentle kisses and delicate hands left faint scratches on his back and stomach. He allowed his head to roll back and his eyes to fall shut.


The name left his mouth in a breathy gasp and it took the girl he was holding to shrug off his embrace before he could realize what he’d done wrong. Hurt evident in her eyes she stumbled to her feet and bent down to gather her shirt, covering her naked torso with hastily moving and shaking fingers.
Harry’s stomach turned and he shook his head, an exhausted huff leaving his mouth.
Why wouldn’t Y/N leave him alone? Even when she was miles away she could torment him like no one else ever had.
Words were shouted, but he took it with no fight and instead stayed sat in his chair as the girl before him began to cry and shake, receiving no words from him to mend her heart ache. At some point he thought she’d slapped him, his cheek, previously kissed by the same person now red and stinging. But he wasn’t sure and only noticed his guest had left when the door fell into its lock with a loud noise.


He had to call her. Y/N hadn’t left his mind in days and frankly he was quite sick of it. So many ordinary tasks had been ruined by her messing with his head. Nervousness made his heart skip and press the phone just a little closer to his ear, waiting impatiently for Y/N to pick up.


Her voice. His eyes fell shut when he heard it and his fingers tingled. She sounded calm and collected, not angry at all.
Harry cleared his throat.


Silence. He heard Y/N take in a breath. “I’m sorry, but who’s this?”

A frown took over his forehead until it dawned on him. She couldn’t have known it was Harry, he realized. In order to keep any woman he was involved with from having his private number he had it blocked at all times. He could call and text them without any of them getting his contact info. It was an old habit he’d broken for Y/N and quickly picked back up once he’d broken up with her.

“Harry,” He clarified, a small smile tugging at his lips, “Forgot about me already, have you?”

The silence following his words was nothing like the one earlier. It was as if the connection had died and Harry quickly checked to see if she’d actually ended it or not. Harry’s feet shifted and sighed.

“Y/N?” he pressed on carefully.


It was a whisper, exhausted and empty.
Harry’s heart squeezed painfully tight and he brushed the sweaty palm of his free hand against his jeans. So she really wasn’t angry, but hurt.

“Listen,” he began, “I-”

But he was already interrupted by the dreadful peeping noise and this time once he looked at his phone, her name had vanished.


His head hung low and his hands were balled into fists. Just one knock, that’s all he had to force himself to and from there she would take the lead. Every time Harry had had a problem it was her who knew just how to solve it, why should it be different now? All she’d need is him who came back long enough for her to help.
With a deep breath Harry raised his hand and let his knuckles meet the door twice. A shudder ran down his back and his throat went dry.
What would he do? What would he say?

I know I was an asshole but I flew all the way back to LA for you so please forgive me?
I can’t explain it, but I miss you.
You haven’t left my mind in weeks, no matter how much I tried.

He couldn’t blame her should she shut the door right into his face if he dared bringing any of those weak excuses. His trail of thoughts was interrupted by the wooden door opening just a slim gap, allowing the person inside to see who it was interrupting their evening.
Harry braced himself, his heart skipping in his chest and he looked up eagerly to see the face he’d missed so much more he could have been prepared for.
But it wasn’t Y/N.


Harry cleared his throat as the unexpected sight of Y/N’s friend threw him off guard. She narrowed her eyes once she realized it was in fact him and she opened the door wider, keeping hold of it to block him from entering.

“I knew you’d miss her,” she spoke, her voice nothing but unkind and empty of sympathy, “She is too good for you and I just knew you’d end up at her door once you realized that no girl you’d try replacing her with would compare.”

“Is she here?” Harry asked, ignoring the sting in his chest caused by her harsh words.
They were true in every way but his pride wasn’t going to just let him admit that.

“Yes,” Mary replied.

He paused, expecting her to say something more but she just continued to stare at him with venomous eyes.

“I need to see her,” he elaborated and took a step forward.

The gap quickly narrowed, but to his surprise Mary nodded. “The moment she calls for me to drag you back outside, I will.”

Harry nodded and pushed past Mary, entering the familiar space. He could still feel her enraged gaze on his back as his own eyes scanned the living room in search for his ex girlfriend, but she was no where.

“She’s in the bedroom.”

He uttered a thanks to the woman eyeing him and with weak knees he walked down the familiar hall and to the closed door or her bedroom, his heavy heart dropping to his stomach. He’d stood here so many times before.
Sometimes with flowers in his hands to surprise her just because she was as lovely as they were. On other days, mainly morning, he would take a moment to prepare for seeing her barely dressed and in her bed, his fingers tightening around the cups of coffee or the bag of breakfast he had gone to pick up.
Of course he also recalled the many nights where he’d stood right here, with her in his arms or hoisted up and pressed against the wood.
Never before had he stood here with fear rushing through his veins. It’d been him who’d rejected her, but he couldn’t imagine handling the situation if their roles were reversed. He was certain he wouldn’t be able to bear it.

Then he heard it. At first only faintly, then clear and loud enough for his heart to break.

Whimpers. Cries. Sobs.

Her face when it had finally dawned on her that he was leaving her had been a picture he’d replayed in his head over the past weeks.
His ears still rang with her cries and his eyes burned at the memory of her soft lips parting to beg him to stay with her.
And still, he hadn’t realized just how much he’d harmed her until now that he could hear her heartbreak through the thick wood of her door.
His hands pushed down the handle before he had thought twice about it and he rushed into the room. He could have sworn his soul crumbled at the sight of Y/N curled up in her bed, a thin blanked shielding her shivering body from the cold while she cried and sobbed into her pillow. Her arms were wrapped around the fluffy material and her head buried into it so Harry couldn’t see her face. Harry wasn’t sure if she’d even noticed his presence or not but he didn’t care.
Before Y/N could protest or really understand what was going on, he’d discarded his shoes and climbed up behind her. Both of his arms found their familiar hold around her waist and he felt tears shoot to his eyes when he finally buried his head into her neck, breathing in her comforting scent. His legs pushed hers apart before intertwining with them and so Y/N soon was cuddled into and against Harry, closer and tighter than she’d ever been before.

“I’m so sorry,” Harry breathed against her skin, “I love you.”

Not for a moment did he hope she might have missed the confession that had slipped his lips before he could stop it. Though Harry hadn’t thought about it before, hadn’t come to any conclusion and sure as hell hadn’t spoken to anyone about it, he realized it was true. He did love Y/N and any reason he’d dug up to break up with her had been for the sole purpose of stopping him from falling deeper.
But he loved her. And this time he wouldn’t leave.

“Forgive me,” he continued, his own voice breaking as his eyes stung with tears.

Y/N’s body was stiff aside form the occasional shakes by her crying and she did nothing to return his embrace. But she didn’t push him away either and this allowed him to hope.
His lips found her neck and he sobbed when happiness flooded his body, his skin tingling with the relief of finally having her close enough to touch again.

“This time will be different,” he promised against her before pressing another tender kiss to her skin, “I promise you, Y/N.”

And so they lay, on the very bed Harry had broken her heart on all those weeks ago. He thought it fitting that it was here he doing his best to mend it again.
But although he held her, breathed her in and murmured promises of how much he regretted it all, Harry continued to fail to understand just how deep his betrayal had cut and so he didn’t know that all Y/N’s head was screaming for was for him to disappear, even if her arms were too weak to push him off and her voice too thin to send him away.


When Harry awoke he was alone.
His hands didn’t need to pat the mattress in search for her, his entire body could feel her absence without having opened his eyes to confirm it. He felt cold.
He crawled out of bed with a groan and stretched his limps before walking gingerly to the closed door, down the hall and into the kitchen. His hands clenched and his heart skipped widely in his chest, nervous of what was going to happen next.
Y/N was standing with her back to him when he entered the small space of her kitchen and for a moment Harry considered sneaking up on her and wrapping her into an embrace, just like he’d done many times before. She turned around to face him before he got the chance.
Y/N’s eyes met his and he froze. Her gaze wasn’t anything like the loving and warm one he’d expected to receive. Instead, her eyes were bloodshot and swollen, proving just how much she’d cried last night, if not many more nights before that.
Her lips were bitten and dry, her hair appeared to be mat and when she raised her mug to her lips to drink he noticed how her hand was shaking.

“Did you sleep okay?”

It was a stupid question, he knew that even before he’d asked it, but he couldn’t think of anything else he could say. The girl before him looked nothing like the Y/N he knew.

“Can’t say I did.”

Not even her voice sounded the same, he noticed with a sinking heart.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, unsure to which one of his many mistakes the apology applied for.

“Breakfast is in the fridge,” Y/N spoke without reacting to his words.

They ate in silence, Harry sitting on the table and Y/N leaning against the counter. He watched her hand trembling slightly whenever she raise the spoon full of cereal to her mouth and he needed to focus on his own fingers to keep them from shaking too.
Once they had both finished Y/N turned to wash her bowl clean, but flinched away from the water when Harry stepped close to do the same.

“Y/N,” he sighed, set down the ceramic he was holding, before leaning against the counter himself. “Talk to me.”

“I don’t know what to say,” Y/N answered quietly, “Other than  that I think you should leave.”

Her eyes refused to meet his and instead focused onto the floor. A frown took over his face.

“Leave?” He shook his head.


“But Y/N,” he protested, “we made up. Last night when I climbed into your bed… we made up, didn’t we? Said I was sorry and promised to be different now…We made up.”

Though he’d wished to have her look him in the eyes again, the moment she did, he regretted it. Her orbs were cold and empty of any kindness.

“Because you climbed into my bed as I was crying?” The raw emotion in her voice knocked the breath right out of him. “You think that’s all it took?”

“I-” Harry began, but was interrupted.

“Surely you must know that it was you who’d made me cry last night. It’s been you every night for the past weeks.”

He swallowed hard and his stomach was in knots as he watched her turn around and exit the kitchen. Though he was worried about what would happen next, he followed her into the living room, this time aware of her resentment towards him and so he didn’t try and sit close to her again once she lowered herself onto the couch. Harry took a seat on one of her chairs and watched her warily, unsure if she wanted him to speak or had something to say herself. After a moment of silence he took a breath.

“I swear to you,” he began, “that me breaking up with you was in no way your fault. I know I made you feel as though it was, but it wasn’t. All you did was caring for me so much more than I’d imagined someone could and I fucked it all up simply because I didn’t know how to deal with that.”

“I didn’t think somebody caring for you would pose such a problem to you.”

“It didn’t,” Harry quickly argued, “Not a problem, but something that scared me. I didn’t want you to realize that I didn’t deserve you.”

Y/N laughed. “That’s bullshit. You wished that was why you broke up with me but we both know it isn’t.”

Harry fell silent. The girl before him shook her head and let her gaze wonder to the window, appearing deep in thought for a moment.

“I have spent every minute of every day since you abandoned me with ways of making sense of it. Do you realize that? While you were fucking her, I was sitting here wondering what I’d done to be thrown to the side like a plaything you decided you didn’t want anymore.”

“That’s not true,” Harry protested before he could stop himself, “I saw you with that man at the shops. I did nothing with anyone until I saw those pictures!”

“Oh, I’ve seen those photos, too,” Y/N spoke, her voice raising, “And you, of all people, should know that the media can make anything into a story! It was a guy who’d accidentally bumped into me and asked if I was alright. Nothing more.”


“And what about you?” she continued “Did you also just happen to fall into that woman’s arms and did your mouths meet completely by chance? Did she stumble into your bed and you just coincidentally happened to be naked?”


“Why? Don’t you want to think about her?”

“No,” he murmured, his eyes suddenly wet with tears.

Y/N swallowed hard and though it wasn’t easy for her to see the man she loved tormented, she had to admit that with every word she spoke, another weight was lifted off her chest.

“I’m not the first,” Y/N began, her tone gentler, “That’s what saddens me, too, though it saddens me more for you than it does for me. Tell me, what is the girl’s name? The one you left behind now so you could come to me.”

Harry froze. He looked at Y/N and if he wasn’t mistaken he recognized a hint of pity in her eyes. Not pity for herself, but for him.

“Do you not know? It’s Moira.”

Moira. Harry’s mind raced. Not Mia. Or Maya. Moira.

“I saw it in every picture that was posted online. She was like me, looked at you just the same. Are you aware that you broke her heart just the same you have broken mine?”

No, Harry thought, he couldn’t have.

“And what is the girl’s name you left before you first met me? And the girl before that and the girl before that? You have left so many people in the past few years there is a trail of heartbreak behind you and to this day you have remained completely unaware of it.”

Y/N’s cheeks were wet but her voice didn’t tremble.

“It isn’t the same,” Harry spoke, his voice hoarse, “you’re the only one I want, Y/N. We laster five months, that’s worth so much more than any fling I might have had before you.”

He closed his eyes and let his head fall into his palms.

“They meant nothing,” he swore, “and Moira,” he swallowed hard, “was only a distraction from you.”

“You said I wasn’t what you wanted,”  Y/N continued, “I assume you told all of them the same. You’ve let so many people down all because you selfishly chase a romanticized picture of a relationship you have in your head.”

“I’ll change,” Harry weeped against his palms, “From now on it’ll be only you. I don’t need any imagination of a relationship. I want what was real. Want it with you.”

He removed his palms form his face and got to his feet. He noticed her body tense when he neared but she didn’t move away, not even when he dropped to his knees before her.

“I’m in love with you.”

She shook her head. “Don’t,” she whispered and this time she allowed him to see her tears fall from her eyes, “don’t say that only because you’re scared.”

“I’m not,” Harry whispered, “It’s the truth, that’s why.”

Y/N didn’t flinch when he reached for her hands and his heart squeezed when she didn’t pull away.

“I am scared,” he continued, “How couldn’t I be? Your rejection would break my heart and I don’t know how I’d live with the knowledge that it is my fault that I lost you? But I’m not scared of being alone anymore, not enough to throw myself into random relationships like you were right, I have done all this time. I want you or nothing at all, Y/N. I love you.”

He watched her sob and squeezed her fingers with his gently, appreciating any skin touched by her warm tips. This small touches, the reluctant squeeze and tiny movements, meant so much more than the physical contact he’d graved and taken last night. He’d held her, kissed her, breathed her in. But this was voluntarily. She was holding his hands because she wanted to.
He could have rejoiced.  
When her body fell forward and into his open arms, he didn’t know for sure if it was because she wanted it or just her body giving out, finally surrendering to the weight of her emotions.
He cried out when her arms settled around his neck and his heart broke when he felt her kiss his neck. After all this time, he could breathe again.

“Harry,” she whimpered.

“I’ll fix this,” he promised, “Everything. I’ll call and apologize to every woman I hurt in the past. You are right, always are, and I should apologize to them for my selfish actions. But you and I are different, Y/N. We’re real and I won’t let my stupid imagination ruin anything again. I don’t want the classic perfect. I want our perfect.”

She sobbed and held onto him tighter. Harry fell back to sit on the floor and a relieved laugh tumbled from his mouth when she followed to sit in his lap, both legs now wrapped around his waist.

“I love you,” he whispered against the shell of her ear.

He groaned when her small hands pulled at the strands of hair at the back of his neck, but obeyed and moved his head back so his eyes could meet hers. Her beautiful orbs were full of the loving care he’d missed so much and he felt another wave of tears rush to his own eyes.
For a moment she just looked at him, the man she’d given her heart to, who’d then broken it and now promised to mend it again. Harry.

“It’ll take time,” she murmured shyly and he nodded without hesitating, “but I think we’ve got enough of it.”

A smile danced on his mouth and his eyes closed when her soft lips met his in a tender kiss. He had her back, he thought, his heart full of joy and he wouldn’t ever be reckless enough to let her go again.

Thank you for reading this!! Hope you liked it. 
Rest of what I wrote can be found here:

anonymous asked:

Hi, I have a fiddly question and I was pointed your direction. (Blame Punchy). When someone says - this is re: black panther - that a thing "does not belong to (x kind of person)"...what does that mean? I. I've never felt ownership of a piece of media in my life, and I don't understand what I'm not supposed to be doing here.

ooh. fiddly indeed!

i think there’s often a sense in fandom of, like… “because this is my private hobby, it is just for me.” which is true! you can do fandom any way you like. the trouble is, some people then jump to “because it is my private personal playtime fun, it doesn’t affect other people and they don’t get to have any say in how i do it,” which is not true.

the war between these two notions– the first being that fandom is a hobby and i can do what i want, the second being community members have a right to safety in their community– is how you get things like reylos vs antis, arguments over whether and how people should post explicit fanart if it’s for children’s shows like steven universe, and fights over what counts as censorship when it comes to tagging and trigger warnings

tumblr is a place where people who like diverse media types, regardless of to whom it was marketed or intended, can talk about the thing. but every property has an intended audience, every property has fans for whom the stakes are biggest, the investment most passionate and in some cases dire

steven universe belongs to children. it should be safe for them to be in SU fandom without having to look at gem boobs or being told that, uh, if they don’t support violent revolution they are part of the problem

likewise– black panther belongs to black folks. they’ve waited long enough. there is no other thing out there that can do for this audience what black panther will do for them. and so it’s important for us as white fans to think about… volume. that it’s possible to shout for joy without drowning out others who have waited longer to be heard.

we talk a lot about the “secure your own oxygen mask before helping the person next to you” analogy when discussing mental health and self care. but when it’s an inter-community issue, a representation issue, i think we have to come at it a different way. the “let people with babies or mobility issues have the seat on the subway” approach. which is to say: some people should be given more access to a comfortable environment based on circumstance. in this instance, black folks in fandom shouldn’t have to be on the defense when they’re interacting with all things black panther.

let the movie stand on its own. don’t bring your white faves into it, or focus only on the white people in it. don’t appropriate AAVE when discussing black panther to try to fit in– there are plenty of people who can say with authority that wakanda is lit, they do not need you to say it. and uh, if you’re tempted to somehow say something like “actually black panther is racist,” maybe don’t.

the fact that you’re so baffled about what this sense of entitlement would look like is an encouraging sign that you’re not a participant in it, but in general, when trying to parse a sentence like “this thing does not belong to x kind of person,” ask yourself if you’ve ever seen anything like the thing before– if you got to grow up seeing images like that thing. if the answer is no, let the people who needed it most be loudest.

i hope that helps! 

ETA: also, the source and content creator matters! the fact that black panther has a black director is a huge deal– it means that black panther literally was not created for the white gaze, that inherent to its creation was an implicit understanding of what it’s like to be seen and be black, of black bodies in motion, of black voices. we’ve seen this from queer content creators and from women content creators, and we’ve respected it then, and felt it. this is no different

btw, don’t feel silly for asking for ~fashion advice.~ yeah, its not, like, political, and it feels unimportant, but butches don’t have role models. lesbian communities are broken up and a lot of young people don’t have a butch elder to ask for advice. to be butch is often to feel isolated, rejected. to feel like you’re moving through the world as a stomping, out of place monster! that is… before you really come into yourself, and realize its not true. it feels GOOD to be yourself, it feels GOOD to catch the eye of women, it feels good to feel good in your own damn skin, and even if it feels petty and small to actually talk about, having clothes that fit and flow with your body in the way you want them to makes a huge difference, helps with that old chin up butch swagger. never feel ashamed of asking for help. never feel ashamed for seeking out images of other butches and looking for your own reflection in them. never feel ashamed of wanting to see yourself in the world as someone who deserves to be in it.

The Andromeda constellation is one of the 88 modern constellations and should not be confused with our neighboring Andromeda Galaxy. The Andromeda constellation is home to the pictured galaxy known as NGC 7640.

Many different classifications are used to identify galaxies by shape and structure — NGC 7640 is a barred spiral type. These are recognizable by their spiral arms, which fan out not from a circular core, but from an elongated bar cutting through the galaxy’s center. Our home galaxy, the Milky Way, is also a barred spiral galaxy. NGC 7640 might not look much like a spiral in this image, but this is due to the orientation of the galaxy with respect to Earth — or to Hubble, which acted as photographer in this case! We often do not see galaxies face on, which can make features such as spiral arms less obvious.

There is evidence that NGC 7640 has experienced some kind of interaction in its past. Galaxies contain vast amounts of mass, and therefore affect one another via gravity. Sometimes these interactions can be mild, and sometimes hugely dramatic, with two or more colliding and merging into a new, bigger galaxy. Understanding the history of a galaxy, and what interactions it has experienced, helps astronomers to improve their understanding of how galaxies — and the stars within them — form.

Image credit: ESA/Hubble & NASA

Text credit: European Space Agency

Time And Space

Jon didn’t “screw” Ygritte to backstab her? He had sex with her because he cared for her but also had to prove that he’s temporarily broken his oath as a new wilding for his own protection. Idiots are saying “ITS NOT OUT OF CHARACTER FOR JON TO HAVE SEX WITH DANY TO GET WHAT HE WANTS. JUST LOOK AT YGRITTE!” as if Jon fucked Ygritte to for new silver coins of the north. As I always say, people say the dumbest shit when disliking a ship instead of using logic.

Plus, what would he be fucking Dany to gain at this point? She already agreed to help him BEFORE they had sex. Quit trying to pin this “high school play-boy with a huge northern dick” image on my baby. Jon isn’t and has never been like that.

Originally posted by juliazaborowska

c-h-o-l-e  asked:

(P2) But seeing Pidge has had a huge impact on my self image in such a way that it's hard to put into words. Seeing them being able to be themselves, androgynous and all, without having anyone question them or judge them, made my heart soar. Pidge has given me so much confidence in myself and has helped me to feel more comfortable in my own skin. Again, sorry for writing you a mini essay but it's just hard to put into words my appreciation for y'all and what you do on the show. 💖💖💖

I’m so glad Pidge could provide comfort and confidence

anonymous asked:

do u have any tips on how to look more masculine :p

i really hate a lot of the “passing tips” that get thrown around transmasc circles because a ton of them were really harmful for my self-image, but here are a few of the more benign ones:

  • square off your sideburns!
  • if you wear glasses, those can be a surprisingly huge Gender Indicator, so get men’s glasses if you can. its stupid that glasses are gendered in the first place but yknow
  • if it’s feasible and healthy for you, work out! it’s good for you in general, and looking more #toned can help you look more masc.
  • this wasnt a problem for me personally but if you have sparse eyebrows, fill em in a bit. but dont go too crazy.

anonymous asked:

OK HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT when danny sam and tucker are living together sam does all her witch stuff in the middle of the living room. And one time danny walks in on her and she's JUST DOING THIS SCARY ASS WITCH THING AND DANNY'S LIKE "i was gonna watch some tv.. but i see ur busy.. im just gonna.. go"


Danny, you just don’t get it. Sam has very important witchy things to attend to. There’s a huge charity drive tomorrow, and Sam requires a luck talisman to help it be successful. The last one was a disaster!

ok i feel like some people don’t know this but if you use the tumblr app 90% of the time (like me tbh) instead of the desktop version it can take up a couple gigabytes when you load too many images at once. so you just have to delete the app over and over again if you wanna save space. it’s pretty damn helpful

                                                           Celebration begins…

                                           DECEMBER 1st - DECEMBER 31st, 2017

Before I begin, I would like to give a huge shout-out and thank you to the wonderful and generous @hollyfig​ for providing this year’s artwork. Please head over to her blog to see the full image in all of its glory! You did an absolutely stunning job, Holly and we all appreciate your contribution to the celebration so-so much! Holly also helped out with some aspects of my theme, too, so thank you for that as well! 

 I would also like to give a HUGE thanks to @clerithraven and my sister @el-yom​ for helping me with the themes. I always struggle on choosing them and both of your inputs helped immensely. You all have been major clerith inspirations for me, so thank you, guys.  Now let’s begin! ♥

 In December of 2015, the clerith fandom held the very first month-long celebration for Final Fantasy VII’s beloved pairing, Cloud Strife and Aerith Gainsborough. Despite the clerith pairing being 20 years old, the celebration was a huge hit! We received so many talented entries from all over the world. It was truly amazing to be a part of it. We took a short break for 2016 but since the last year has blessed the Cloud x Aerith pairing with SO many goodies,  from Cloud’s love for Aerith being declared in World of Final Fantasy and Cloud & Aerith being shown in the romance portion of Kingdom Hearts 2.8′s credits, to Cloud and Aerith’s wedding in FF Brigade… I decided to ask the clerith fandom if we should throw another celebration to commemorate the wonderful clerith blessings from the last year, and almost 60 people all said yes!!

So, I’m very excited to announce #ClerithMonth is back! As with the first celebration, @clerith-month​ is astoryofalove’s sister-blog and will be the host-blog for all of the entries created. I suggest following it as well to see the entries as soon as possible.  On that blog you’ll be able to find: 

I really hope to see all of you participating in the clerith festival this December and I cannot wait to see what wonderful creations all of you make. Thank you for reading and have fun!!

See you in December! ♥


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※ All discussion and entries must be tagged #ClerithMonth (#クラエアの月) and please feel free to @ astoryofalove​  for all of your entries/questions.

anonymous asked:

I was a huge Azoff supporter at first. The 30stm movie and Irvings history gave me hope. But the why/how is an interesting question. Perhaps it's as simple as Harry had the ability to hire solo management. Idk. That they're perpetuating the Sony Harry image doesn't surprise me. Look at Jared Leto. The Azoffs have never been about helping Harry come out. They've been about making his closet slightly more bearable while making him a star. They're going to work with Sony as long as they make $.

Weren’t we all huge Azoff supporters anon? It pains me that these questions crossed my mind in 2015 (why are they allowed this access to Harry? why are Jeff and harry having so many pap walks? etc etc ) but I talked myself out of really looking at it head on because I didnt want to. I listened to the prevailing opinion (again because i wanted to believe it) that Harry was fighting against what they were doing to him (creating solo Harry) by flaunting the Azoffs in the face of Evil Modest and Evil Simon. Imagine my surprise then (ahem) when HSHQ unapologetically launched the very product I’d convinced myself they were fighting against. Its all so stupid looking back. Its so easy to convince people who want to be convinced, and we were all in that boat.

No I dont believe Harry had the ability too hire solo management in 2014. Why would he be able to do that? And since he would still have been under his label contracts (which we know would have been shit) how would that management be able to blatantly start grooming him for solo fame without the collusion of Sony? In fact the collision of Sony is obvious. Who pushed Harry to the front? Who gave him half the solos on MITAM? Who allowed him to create an image that stood out startlingly from the rest?  Nah. That had to be a joint project.

 Harrys image is precise and we actually watched the Azoffs help build it. Those VS models. The LA Celeb crowd. The separation that had Harry in LA eating Froyo while the others were in the UK drinking lager. Etc etc. I totally agree with you about their attitude to CO though. That struck me the moment i heard he was doing a movie. Jared Leto and whats happened to his image is a cautionary tale.

There was something odd though in 2014 almost as if the promise had been made? Everything that happened up to Zayn’s departure and a while after gave the impression that they were loosening the Larry closet. Instead they were preparing to pile all of it on to Louis. Harry was left with a much more bearable one yes but somehow I think that might be more about managing his fandom as a solo star, than humanity. 

misanthropicphilantropist  asked:

I hope you have a great holiday :) I have this random thought bugging me and since I LOVE your meta I want your opinion on it. (Or point me to the post if you've already touched it.) So as we all you know, God created humanity in His image. It's canon that a) Dean represents humanity (for Amara) and b) God is bisexual. Coincidence or another hint at bi!Dean? (Also Chuck and Dean both love bacon...)

Oh man, well, yeah as I’m on holiday and don’t have access to my computer I can’t help much with links sorry!
Firstly thank you so much :)

but basically a huge whopping YES! I mean, why write God as bi and then immediately stick a million parallels into the same and next few episodes about how similar he is to Dean? Pffff. Of course we are supposed to notice this.

I’m pretty sure @mittensmorgul @elizabethrobertajones @postmodernmulticoloredcloak and others have written about this a lot but off the top of my head:

1. Chuck is bi/probably pan
2. Chuck likes a million things Dean does and it’s POINTED OUT TO US REPEATEDLY (Bacon, beer, donuts, porn, pancakes, his robe, the water pressure……? I’m sure there’s more)
In such a relatively short amount of time it’s made so obvious (LIKE THE SAILEEN/DESTIEL PARALLELS - its so crammed in its just blatant).

Also - the bacon thing. Ok they could easily have replaced this with something else - burgers maybe?
But the point of this I think is also to show the fact that in certain religions pork is seen as a kind of ‘sin’ and so is bisexuality / anything other than being straight so I think it’s an important point being made here.

The porn thing too, I can’t remember where but I read an excellent post about how Chuck got through ALL Dean’s porn then got to curling which apparently has strong queer undertones…. and like… there’s a subtext there about what kind of porn…. and now with Ketch there are apparently visual undertones that one of the magazines has a bisexual reference in how it’s shown on screen?

Am I surprised? I’ll let you guess the answer to that ;)

Part of what I loved about the Chuck having boyfriends thing was how it was kind of a throwaway comment, like it’s NOT IMPORTANT to the grand scheme of things. Chuck, yes. And are we annoyed Dean didn’t find out? Of course! But that’s how drama works right?

Like how Dean doesn’t know about Cas having to kill 1000 Deans, how Dean doesn’t know how Cas bought him the porn and nearly got an ASBO for ruffling up the poor kid at the mini market, how Cas doesn’t know how depressed Dean was when he was gone he turned to booze, oh and meaningless sex with a blonde, not really his type, but who was just there, using generic pick up lines on her, not that THATS a recurring theme at all?! ;)

With everything else going on from mid s11-now and Dean’s facade coming down it is NO coincidence that Chuck is paralleled with him and is queer.

Same way it is no coincidence that Amara is mirrored with Mary and through Mary this facade-destruction is massively pushed forwards - because Amara KNEW this was what Dean needed (search Amara on my blog for this, but basically Amara knows Dean is queer and in love with Cas, that’s canon or s11 makes no sense).

So, a huge resounding yes, nothing on this show that stands out is accidental. Because accidents don’t happen accidentally. Even the subtext isn’t accidental and gives us SO MUCH so something like this that is textual AND makes us sit up and notice? Yeah, no coincidence at all ;)

anonymous asked:

Genuine question, not trying to be snarky, but does anyone actually ship Liam and Cheryl? Maybe a few cheryl fans because "she's finally found the true love and happiness she deserves" (violent eye roll) but does anyone in the 1D fandom give a shit? Like, I get Zigi. Whether you believe it or not, they look great together and have advanced each other's careers, but Cheryl? Do you think it's helped Liam's profile/image? I preferred him before this shit show tbh. Sorry that was a lot of questions.

Haha after saying I wasn’t being snarky I realise that last ask quickly descended into a full blown snark-fest. I’m sorry, I can’t help it when it comes to cheriam. I’m going to go outside now and get some fresh air. Hope you have a lovely day xx


No worries, you’re fine!

I think I can honestly say that there are roughly 6 people that give a baker’s fuck about Cherliam, 3 of those people being Doyen Global employees/interns. 

No, I don’t think its helped his image. It hasn’t been received well by fans, GP comments on the articles will tell you they don’t care either.  Folks don’t want to hear kid fics about a 34 year old popstar only known in the UK & past her fame expiration and a 23 year old changing nappies.

What’s so frustrating is that you can tell that Capitol/Republlc put a huge promo and marketing budget behind Liam, which is awesome! That’s great that the label is behind Liam like that. Buuuut, what’s not so great is that it looks like no one was checking to make sure that Doyen Global and Murray Chalmers PR had a good PR strategy going for the UK and US markets, so now, instead of the focus being on this:

Its on this:

anonymous asked:

It's the nature of Louis' closet that makes me confident he's not in control. He and Harry may have decided stating closeted was best for them at this point or they may have been pressured to do so but a fake child with the implications of that for you and your family and publicly denying your relationship that many of your fans support and ship the first week of sales - nope. That's not a closet anyone would choose. People saying otherwise are turning a blind eye.

Brilliantly and concisely put anon (if only I could be concise…). There are huge, stonking red flags waving over Louis situation which you can only ignore by closing your eyes. His closet is not discreet and believable as a genuinely desired closet would be. Its a three ringed tabloid and fandom circus.. It doesnt help his career; it loses him fans. And it was used with obnoxious heavy handedness in his promo to lose him fans just when he needed them most. Denying Larry OTH didnt hurt Harry™, it just helped distance his image from Larry while Louis took all the blame. And what about the airport incident, linked heavily to Louis closet, deliberately inflamed and spread by his team to damage his image? 

Yet when I see posts by actual Larries claiming they have chosen these closets to help their careers, I don’t know what to think. Because how hard do you have to close your eyes and trust in Jeff to believe that?

restful-calmness  asked:

Your creature designs are really interesting, especially with how good you are at making them expressive and eerie. Both your recent picture of that humanoid monster, and the fact that I've been watching the little nigthmares walkthrough, kind of inspired me, so do you have tips at making a humanoid creepy creature? (just not too creepy)

Thanks! I not sure how well I do this, but what I try to work with the “this is not how it should move or look so it feels wrong”/“it should/shouldn’t have this or that.” deal?

Mannequins as an example!

 They are humanoid but a lot of people think they are really creepy, they never move, they don’t have faces (and when they do they are.. bad) long necks and plastic like skin (I think I just described slender man god dammit)

Also because you mentioned little nightmares:

This weird “guy”, they’re humanoid, but their proportions are weird, big head, long arms and short body also the fact that it’s dark and you can’t tell much more about them and that in game they are really huge compared to you don’t help.

 I take the “why are things creepy” video by Vsause (old video I know) as sorta of base I guess

I not sure how much of a tip this is but yeah, this is my thought process I guess? studying creepy images and trying to think why it’s creepy to you is a good idea too…

(if someone has better/more tips feel free to add and correct me, I still learning too)

anonymous asked:

Hi!! I just wanted to say I love your blog so so much. I also wanted to ask for some blog tips? I have a theme, great people to queue from, a cool enough user, but I barely have any followers :( so yeah. How do you gain loads of followers? Thank you in advance!!

Tysm anon :)!  and I’ll post the tips I use for other groups 

Step 1: Keep your blog active (So I think we all know this now) the more active you are on Tumblr = More notes = More people seeing your awesome posts = Higher chances of people following you! Some awesome ways to be active are (1) using Queue’s - I personally prefer using the Qplus and if you are over 15k or have a few dollars to spend you should get Q+ Pro which gives you unlimited posts to queue as well as analytics (similar to the activity chart).

Step 2: Engage with your followers (This is important you can have all the followers you want but if you have followers on mute “that is kinda boring” right and engaging your followers is an awesome way in enhancing your page views + unique page views + helps with followers depending on how you do it so when I started out I would make “Send me x for a full blog rate” and you can actually tag the post with the #blograte, #fullblograte, #promo etc and include “mbf” somewhere on the post or “It would be nice if you are following” this helps you to get a few followers and makes it easier to get bloggers to engage with you especially when you don’t have alot of followers - I get my most page views both unique + regular when I engage and talk with my followers!

- It’s also important to engage with people you follow when they do anon hours etc it will show them as well that you aren’t dead - 

Step 3: Blog Layout/Theme: It’s imperative that you have a perfect and amazing and (UNIQUE) Theme - having a nice theme will help bloggers that click your blog - to stay and possibly follow back - a unique touch to your blog that makes your blog look different can also enhance this effect so be creative and try out new things with your blog and layout and bring it to its full potential Theme suggestions: (1)

- Make sure to choose the theme based on your blog style and make sure to ask people before you apply the changes to your blog (we want your blog to look perfect before you launch a makeover -

 - Make sure to avoid using backgrounds that are distracting such as repeating images - ** Important about that unique part** This is so huge remember being unique, an individual, creative and showing the people of tumblr something new will help you gain and inspire others which is what everyone wants to do :)!

   Step 4: URL: This isn’t hard I would say you can have a URL that relates to your blog theme but every URL like that is taken such as (indie) or (boho) for example, so I’d suggest  going the easy route! - Easy route = A url must be simple, short, sound cool, and memorable + (unique) for example alot of people don’t know what my URL means so sometimes they would give it maybe a lower rate however!!!! Everyone I have talked to remembers my URL which is the most important function of your URL! its your brand it’s what people will remember your blog from! If people don’t remember your URL they don’t remember your blog so it’s crucial for gaining followers and branding your blog - Avoid dashes in your url for example - I-love-eating-pizza-with-magic The issue with this url is it is way to long, it has to many dashes! also the URL doesn’t connect completely to the idea about pizza so in all areas it is flawed - Try a url like - “Heoretic” Short, cool sounding, and easy to remember (Good choice) one of my saved urls haha

Step 5:  Uploads/Post your own Ish: I get over 30k+ notes every week how do I do this by posting my own posts! The Queue option is mainly for helping to maintain your blog when you aren’t busy however you need to post your own stuff if you want to gain more followers and more unique views + page views! My go to places are We Heart It and Instagram  

Step 6: Promotions: Join in all forms of promotions as stated earlier including anyone doing any form of blog rates, etc faves and awards (First 15+,30+,45+) etc the main purpose of this is to get your blog out there and noticed ^.^!

Step 7: 

Join Networks/Faves/Awards etc: Both Joining and Winning Faves/Networks/Awards etc is a huge part in gaining and getting your blog out there! Winning these are sometimes hard so thats why I emphasized the importance of being unique/creative with your blog because when I go through some awards for example my bday awards any blog that looked like something I seen already got removed immediately people respect effort and hard work pays off on Tumblr trust me my blog was a hot mess before what it looks like now and I’ve only been on here for a few months so lol!

(a): Joining - Helps make your blog get the attention of bigger bloggers even if you lose and sometimes you may still get the followback and you can win the next one

(b) Winning - Promo’s I actually utilized these when I won stuff send them an ask, utilize them perks haha! I gained alot from utilizing them when I was a smaller blogTips to winning this is

1) Talk to the people hosting the awards/faves/networks - don’t sound all pushy and thirsty just talk to them normally b/c when I did my faves I got alot of random messages and you could tell they were talking to me just to win make it casual and talk to them b/c you want to actually be friends with them and not to win! if you need tips on conversing with people message me on here or tumblr :D! -

2) Do the “higher chances” I don’t know if other bloggers actually increase chances but I do if someone did any of my higher chances and there blog was on FLEEK They may win ^.^!

3) Have a blog that is on fleek haha (AND UNIQUE AND ORIGINAL ASF but in a good way)

4) Network your ass off and talk to heaps of people related to the first part 

5) Slay everything I just wrote above :)

6) Be a nice and respectable person and Reblog the post multiple times but don’t reblog it like a crazy person (it increases your chances of a blog seeing you) 

7) Tag the bloggers in post letting you know why they should pick you !

Step 7: Network your little booty off my friend: Talk with every single person following or not !!! Talk to everyone, how are people going to know you if you don’t talk to them haha! There is a reason alot of people know about me it’s because I talk with everyone and make friends with people of our sector of tumblr (this is the biggest thing in having a really popular blog and it helps form loyal followers :)

Step 8: Get people to check out your blog: Self explanatory (make sure your blog is on point first before asking)  and make sure to follow “ALL” the rules outlined in the Faqs page or before asking sections!

Step 9 Consistent post style: Make sure to have a blog style in which all the post mesh well ( I would say you don’t need a certified blog style) However if the post mesh well together I feel that works fine! Having a set down post style will help you maintain and gain followers If you are personal in a way that you reblog anything hence (A picture of blood vs a picture of cute puppies) bloggers that like puppies will un-follow since you posted something that isn’t consistent with their niche

- sorry for the essay I’ll prob link this on my blog somewhere so I don’t have to write it again!! hope this helps and nps