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capitaliststark  asked:

What is the best way to send constructive criticism or negative feedback? Like, not nerd rage and flaming, but legitimate concerns from fans about things they're worried about or don't like.

just be polite. type to people the way you would speak to them in public. 

 as soon as you think or say you speak for everyone… stop yourself.  you don’t. its crazy talk. no one, including myself, speaks for everyone. everyone who makes comics get that all the time: i speak for everyone when i say batman would never…  and then the person below that says the opposite.

this selective continuity thing. thinking you know better that the editors of any comic book company.  you read a handful of thunderbolts comics in the nineties so you think you know more about hawkeye than @brevoortformspring ya don’t.  sorry.  he knows all

don’t ask for spoilers and get mad at the writer because you don’t know what is happening next issue.  that’s the deal.  you find out next issue. complaining about that really is a compliment and not a critique.  its not. its the social contract of comics. i get this constantly. its flattering but yelling at me about it is odd.

and above all, its comics.  its fun.  if you’re not having fun… find another comic to read. see, i think you can be mad at a story choice and still have fun with it. you can not like the story and still see it was told well. 

anonymous asked:

The WE fandom uses the we tag and you're tagging asks we. How is that keeping it out of fandom tags?

I was going to ignore this but sometimes an ask is so wild I would hate to give the ignorant person that sent it the impression they have bested me, so let’s go over what you just said because this one is a joke:

  1. Tumblr only tracks the first five tags. 99% of the time I rant in the first five tags and the tags I use for organization purposes end up coming up after that. If even then they show up on search that is because the tagging system is broken on mobile and some things still slip through. That is truly not my responsibility. You can take that up with Tumblr and it’s shitty coders. 
  2. From what I recall based on the research I did years ago when I was figuring out what my (very particular) tagging system would be, Tumblr doesn’t even really recognize two letter tags the majority of the time. The algorithms usually only register 3+ letters which is why, whenever possible, I abbreviate show names two letters. But more importantly…
  3. I’m not part of the fandom so I don’t know what obscure tags you and a handful of others may be using, but tagging etiquette includes only the official tags (full show name, full character names, full actor names, and ship names) and some people even extend them to edit tags (ie: things like “WEedit). You coming to me and implying that your miniscule fandom suddenly owns the word “WE” on Tumblr - which for the record is the 27th most common word in the English language - makes about as much sense as me bitching to a Blarke because they tagged their dislike for my ship as CL. Or me getting upset about someone saying they don’t like Sleepy Hollow and tagging it SH. It’s simply absurd. 
goddamn, it’s orientation day and all these rising freshmen are here getting told what their college lives are gonna be like.

i.e.* being lied to. 

Anyway. 

Some kid bumps into me and is like omg you’re playing pokemon go, we’re like, so weird. 

and I’m like ???

everyone on this campus is playing pokemon go right now, like almost everyone. 

this is college, not high school, no one gives a shit what you’re doing. 

you wanna play pokemon go, you wanna run around and speak in rhymes, you wanna walk around in a hot dog suit, go ahead, no one cares. 

except it’s like ninety degrees so the hot dog suit isn’t such a great idea. 

but you get the gist. 

in retrospect i think she was trying to be my friend and i feel bad now, but what can i say, i was hot and sweaty and i lost an eevee earlier and i wasn’t in the mood for making friends. 

starlightify  asked:

you said your favorite superman comics are mostly from the era when he had a mullet and wore steel-toed boots. what are some stories you'd recommend for people who are interested in learning more about that era?

oh lord, mostly those are all I’ve really read because that was what my dad had (as of right now my fav is American Alien which is contemporary as fuck). I basically just… reread The Return of Superman TPB… over and over and over again… so that’s an option! Honestly that might be the most representative thing because it is so 90s ridiculous, haha. SO. NINETIES. And yeah Supes is dead for a good portion of it but NONETHELESS. So dramatic. So grit. So mullet. With bonus Superboy and hairy ginger Lex.

alright, so after ninety thousand bajillion a fifiefofillion years, i have finally made my plot page for my bb eunbi which you can find riiiiiiight here! if anything catches your eye, i would love love l o v e it if you messaged/im’d me BUT i know how totally nervewracking that is sometimes so if you get nervous and you’d rather not message me, just like this post and i will come to you! if you want to know a little more about eunbi but you’re like EW (understandably) because my app is LONG and GROSS and THE WORST EVER, dw; i saved you all the trouble of reading that mess ™ and just  jotted down some important bullet points about her over here if you wanna give ‘em a ~gander~

……….i’mmmm doing that thing where i talk too much again (rip) just thanks sm for reading this, ilyall already, sorry for being mega weird and i’m super looking forward to plotting with all of you! //shoots saranghae bullets and disappears in a cloud of smoke

Imagine you are, lets say four years old and it seems like you are at home, its a party, apparently for you. So grandma and mum are in the kitchen, with some other women and preparing the food and the cake, while the men are in the living room drinking and laughing. There is a funny guy on an electric piano, he looks very nineties.
So its your birthday.
The kids are playing around, you kind of want to join them, but you are already bored with them. So you go around and check out the people. You see your uncle now, singing and drumming on a well used bowl. He is good at it, he looks happy. You move on and see the rest of the men, some older men, they look like they experienced a lot in their lives. You go around and want to touch things, but adults appearing all the time and stopping you from touching things.
You turn around and you look up, you see two helium balloons, one is orange and one yellow. So you are standing there and starring up to the balloons and you don’t know which one to choose. You tell your dad if he can give you one of the balloons.
He asks you which one and you still don’t have the answer. He rushes you, so you pick the orange one, he jumps and tries to reach the orange one a couple of times.
Eventually he grabs the orange one.
You think to yourself, if that was the right decision.
You ask yourself, why the orange one?
You are surprised because yellow is actually your favorite color.

My grandfather’s clock was too large for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor
It was taller by half than the old man himself
Though it weighed not a pennyweight more

It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born
And was always his treasure and pride
But it stopped, short never to go again
When the old man died

Ninety years without slumbering
tick, tock, tick, tock
His life seconds numbering
tick, tock, tick, tock
It stopped, short never to go again
When the old man died

My grandfather said that of those he could hire
Not a servant so faithful he found
For it wasted no time and had but one desire
At the close of each week to be wound

Ninety years without slumbering
tick, tock, tick, tock
His life seconds numbering
tick, tock, tick, tock
It stopped, short never to go again
When the old man died

And it kept in its place, not a frown upon its face
And its hands never hung by its side
But it stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died

Ninety years without slumbering
tick, tock, tick, tock
His life seconds numbering
tick, tock, tick, tock
It stopped, short never to go again
When the old man died

It rang and alarmed in the dead of the night
An alarm that for years had been dumb
And we knew that his spirit was pluming for flight
That his hour for departure had come

Ninety years without slumbering
tick, tock, tick, tock
His life seconds numbering
tick, tock, tick, tock
It stopped, short never to go again
When the old man died

Still the clock kept the time with a soft and muffled chime
As we silently stood by his side
But it stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died

Ninety years without slumbering
tick, tock, tick, tock
His life seconds numbering
tick, tock, tick, tock
It stopped, short never to go again
When the old man died

Ninety years without slumbering
His life seconds numbering
It stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died

Ninety years without slumbering
tick, tock, tick, tock
His life seconds numbering
tick, tock, tick, tock
It stopped, short never to go again
When the old man died
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I would link the song but the video I used got deleted :/
Just know the song is not mine