The first thing I’m doing on June 12th is making a post listing all the accounts that I know have plagiarized work and refused to take it down, stolen work from people, posted work without the author’s permission etc. And then I’m adding it to my queue and reblogging it every day for every single person on this blog to see and report, and that’s about 22 thousand people. We’ll see how long your accounts with stolen uncredited work will last once you get reported that many times. You’d better go delete all the stories you stole before then! Peace ✌️
a/n: i’m fuckin dying where is this angst coming from why am i so troubled who hurt me
The sunlight shining into Shawn’s eyes woke him up, and the pounding in his head kept him awake. He opened his eyes, and sat up on the bed. “Babe?” He asked, stretching. He saw the Advil and water, and thanked you silently as he popped the bottle open, and swallowed the pills with a few gulps of water.
Getting out of bed, Shawn didn’t see you in the bathroom, nor did he see you in the spare room where you usually did yoga in the morning. “Honey? You home?” He asked, walking out into the hall. He passed the mirror that was hanging up, and froze.
Walking backwards, he looked at his chest in the mirror, and he felt his stomach turn. “No.” He whispered, adrenaline pumping through his veins.
Usually I'm more of a lurker on Tumblr but the last ask about what's changed in you really made me want to say this - I've been a fan of your work since I first saw Sin on Arrow and I really appreciate the way you take the time to interact with all your fans, even the ones who somehow seem to think you owe them something because they're fans of you/your work. I actually added Voltron to my Netflix queue because of your promotions. So thanks for being Bex (all the Bexes in all incarnations)
I hope you enjoy Voltron and thanks for sticking with me for so long 💚💚💚💚
Taako came up to me and started shouting the word "macaroons" but every time he yelled it more o's were added on. He's been holding that 'o' sound for so long that it's akin to white noise to my ears. I have no clue how he hasn't suffocated yet and I'm scared.
Richard. You is awake. It is late af where I'm at. What even. And yet you answer anons during the day where I'm at. DO YOU EVER SLEEP?
Look at my fucking FAQ. I added that question just because I get it so god damn much, and then even changed my ask me text to include a reminder to check my FAQ. I know I shouldn’t get pissed off at one question, but I swear to the holy lord above I get it like every 2 or 3 days.
There’s a thing called a queue. People on Tumblr use it so that their followers’ dashboards regularly see posts by them but are not invaded like a clogged toilet by 142 reblogs in a row all by one blog. This is not a new system. Why have so few people discovered that this exists?
So I was just wondering if anyone would be interested in having a new wolfstar network type of thing? It’s been a while since there’s been a new one (to my knowledge) and I think it’d be cool to form a new sort of wolfstar community for those interested! Thoughts?