things i never see on tumblr

i’m gonna be offline until next thursday to catch up on school work

Things in my life have been extremely hectic these past few years and each year I keep saying I’m going to get a handle on it and never do.

I’ve been doing much better this year but I’ve been slipping and I can’t fail again so I’m going to be taking some time off tumblr/social media in general.

I’ll be on once I’m caught up (hopefully by next Thursday) but even then I’ll be keeping my activity to a minimum.

Thank you guys for all your love and support xoxo 💕

OOC: What the Hell, Writer’s Block?

After spending a few years within the Gw2RP community, I can assuredly say that the members which comprise it are passionate, dedicated writers who never cease to bring new, fun, and exciting adventures to their own story in which they share with everyone around them. I love perusing Tumblr and seeing all the blogs which share stories for me to read and allow others to engage in. It’s a special thing for people to share a love of writing, but to even further that passion by interacting with others. For me right now, however, I’ve seemed to have hit an obstacle I find to be immovable and a little saddening. I am talking about the infamous, dastardly writer’s block.

I used to be so excited interacting with other people on my characters, but now I’m feeling an emotionally (and physically) draining feeling, preventing me from even thinking about some things. As in, it sometimes hurts my brain to try and think up a concept, and it aggravates me trying to key into other people’s which include my muses. Sometimes it feels like RP is something I can catch in my peripheral vision, like a house you pass every day on your way to work, but you just never focus in on it because you’ve spent enough time observing. I want to have fun still, but I just don’t know how. And I don’t know what to do about it.

My schedule, as of late, has been rather busy. Somedays I don’t come home till 10pm, and every day there’s something going on that I have to divert my attention to. So when I do get a chance to relax and unwind after enjoying the company of the people I love IRL, hopping into the game or scrolling through the RP forums just gives me no satisfaction whatsoever. I still write; in fact, I have pages filled with stories in documents, but I don’t share that drive outside of there. It’s particularly horrible because I love and admire characters that I write with, and people who I enjoy OOC have become great friendships. Every day I am going to hop onto discord and chat with these people. But, beyond OOC interaction, I literally do nothing else.

So what advice do you, the Tumblr RP community, have for me? Have you endured the same struggle? Are you enduring this just as I am? Is there any way out of this damn hole I’ve dug for myself? This is an S.O.S! In the words of Riri, somebody please help me.

weird old forgotten tumblr things that I never see included in this sort of list:
  • ah, the scalene triangle
  • loving Cole Sprouse
  • hating Cole Sprouse 
    • the tons of “social experiment” memes that followed
  • the first wave of Actual Cannibal Shia LaBaeuf memes from before there was even a video for it
  • trying to trick “hipster” blogs into reblogging fandom content 
    • the whole strict dichotomy between fandom and hipster blogs as a whole tbh
  • “I was here here before MTV!”
  • 12.9 year olds
  • “what is air” and “my ovaries” 
  • non-tumblr people were peasants
  • nice legs daisy dukes
  • slideshows with comic sans and sometimes making your mom or sibling comment on some cringey show they’d never seen
  • homestuck
  • tumblr user pizza (what ever happened to them???)
  • tumblr user the-vashta-nerada 
  • Nine In The Afternoon jokes/references all the time??
  • imagine how is touch the sky
  • “you tried” stars and all the variations thereupon
  • do she got the booty?
  • “can you give me directions to the olive garden?”
  • night bloggers 

add more help me relive the past 6 years i’ve wasted on this garbage website

10

The jacket origin story that no one asked for

I grew up thinking that in order to live a happy life, I had to get good grades and go to a prestigious university and get a highly paid job. But as I grew older I began to realise that in order to life a happy life, I had to choose it for myself and not live a life that others expect of me, whether it be your parents, teachers or friends. This is your life.

I made a decision that I didn’t want to be successful and live in a big house with fancy cars in the drive. So, I packed my bags and got out of this little town that had suffocated me for the last 18 years and drank coffee in small shops in Germany, chased the Horizon in Australia, woke up with a mountain view in Singapore. How beautiful is it to know that your feet have walked the grounds of many different countries and your skin has felt the air of many busy cities.

Please darling, do not get lost in society’s belief that you are only successful if you have a well paid job, like I once had. As humans, we are going to die, that is one thing we are guaranteed in life. What will you care about the most while lying on your death bed, your fancy cars, big house? Or the stories and experience you have encountered on the journey of this beautiful thing called life?

So there’s one thing I ask of you: please travel. Whether you’re 21 or 49. It is never too early nor too late so see the beautiful world.

—  i-wonder-lust 
Isn't it strange to think that some people will never know what it's like to be in fandoms?

They’ll never spend hours scrolling through tags on tumblr

They won’t pterodactyl screech when they see their otp

They won’t know how to handle ship discourse

They won’t stay up late into the night reading fanfics

They won’t get into heated debates over a problematic fav

I respect them, but it’s strange to think that my friends and family will never know the simple things about being a fangirl (fangirl being a gender-nutural term)

Let’s be strangers again. Like we never knew each other, as if we’ve never been lovers. Think of me as someone who doesn’t know you personally. Spill out everything that hurts you. Tell me about your heartbreaks and all the things that suffocating you. I’ll listen to all of the things you’ve done in the past not caring if it will change my perspective or not. Tell me, how it hurts. And how much it pains you. As if you’re talking to someone you thought you’ll never see again. As if you knew your secrets will still be safe. Let us go back to our beginnings. Let us walk towards the start. Let us be unknown to each other once more. Maybe we will fall in love with each other after it all.
—  ma.c.a // I love to believe that “Maybe”
The Paladins as Things Tumblr Users Do

Lance: suddEN CAPITALISATION

Shiro: passive :) aggressive :) smiley faces :))

Keith: using,,,,,commas as ellipses,,,,,,

Hunk: lots of question marks???? after things that aren’t necessarily questions???

Pidge: when you’re talking about something you’re passionate about and end up never using punctuation ever not even one comma so before you know it you have a whole run on paragraph and don’t stop until you’re forced to

nico cant take a break

A Note on Reblogging (Your Own Fic/Art/Stuff/Etc.)

Look, here’s the deal with tumblr: it moves fast. A lot of people follow enough blogs that scrolling through one’s entire dash is impossible. I remember the days when I could wake up in the morning and scroll back to the last post I saw before bed. Sweet, summer child.

Here’s the other deal with tumblr: I see so much anxiety about reblogging one’s own stuff, be it art; analysis; fanfiction; hell, personal posts and replies. I have (and continue to feel deeply) that anxiety. Every time, my inner critic and I go through the same song and dance.

Critic: You look like you’re begging for notes/replies/reblogs. People will think you’re needy/full of yourself/have to be the center of attention. You already have a few notes, why do you need more? Other people have it worst than you. Ugh, you’re just clogging the dashes of your followers. If they wanted to read it, they’d have read it already.

Me: *ball of anxiety* You’re right. Wait, no you’re not. Wait, maybe you are. Wait, no—

I’d say it’s 50/50, even now, that I’ll reblog myself. 

And you know what? Fuck that. 

  • Not everyone can get through their dash in a sitting.
  • Timezones are a thing.
  • Work hours are a thing, also affected by timezones.
  • Life away from tumblr is a thing (what??? I know).

There are so many reasons a person might not see your fic/art/stuff the first time. Reblog it the next day. Reblog it a week from now. Hell, set up a schedule or a queue and have it reblog itself three months from now. Go back through old fics and reblog the ones you really liked; I guarantee you have followers who are new enough to have never seen it or who would like to reread it.

Be proud of the work you do.

Oh yeah, I felt that resistance from here.

Say it again. Out loud. Write it on a post-it note and stick it where you’ll see it.

Be proud of the work you do.

You wrote/made it for a reason. And yeah, part of that reason was probably to share it with other fans. Otherwise, why post at all? I know. Man, I get it. I’m cringing even writing that. The fucked-up “don’t show off” mentality runs deep, right?

Fuck that, too.

If you have followers who unfollow you because you’re reposting your stuff (and this is hard to prove, remember; maybe they quit tumblr, maybe their interests diverged from yours, whatever), who cares? Let them go. For everyone who leaves you, many will stay. And many will be happy to see that thing they missed because of work, life, sleeping. Especially if you follow a few points of tumblr/dash etiquette:

  • Use cuts/read mores for anything longer than a few hundred words (I tend to cut at about 400-500 words, though if something’s under about 700 I might leave it).
  • Reblog at reasonable intervals (day/evening, next day reblog, etc. Hourly might be a bit much ;D).
  • Use tags so people can filter appropriately.

Be proud of the work you do.

(Write it down. Yes, you. <3)

She didn’t have to speak to say that she had lost someone she loved.

You could see it in her dark circles, chapped lips, and messy hair.

You could see it in the way she stopped trying to take care of herself, and how she took on bad habits.

When she rolls around in her bed, sleepless, she makes sure to stay on her side of the bed

In case, he ever comes back.

—  excerpt from a book I’ll never write #32 // @loveactivist

just borderline things™:

  • deleting your social media accounts to punish ppl with a lack of your presence but then remaking two days later because the lack of attention drives you crazy
  • checking your fps’ accounts and feeling threatened when you see them talking to literally anyone else
  • some tumblr post: “platonic feelings are just as important as romantic/sexual ones!” (bpd voice) sounds fake but okay
  • being too exhausted/upset to fortify your mental filters and letting something petty/mean slip out, expecting punishment immediately
  • feel a mixture of relief and annoyance when the punishment never comes/reassurance is given in its place because wtf i did something wrong why aren’t you telling me i’m horrible tell me i’m horrible
  • losing spoons to harmless interactions that rubbed you the wrong way for reasons you can’t tell anyone
  • feeling ashamed for Literally Everything because you do everything too much
  • “what if words inflicted physical pain would the world be kinder” words do inflict physical pain because i have bpd dingus
  • splitting on your fps and then splitting on yourself right after
“Have you seen people in all sides?” she asked. “I mean when you look at that girl with her back towards you, would you consider her as beautiful? Would you think that she’s kind? Would you see all the wonderful things she’s been keeping inside? And have you ever looked at a guy next to you, with his side facing you? Without seeing his eyes, would you say that he’s a gentleman? That he can tell you all the secrets of his mind.” she smiled lightly and continued, “You know sometimes, I wondered how people could just judge someone so easily without even seeing their hidden sides—without considering to stare on different perspectives. I know, sometimes I get mad and just blurt out everything. I know I did a lot of bad things, too. But I just can’t help myself on wondering, how people love ignoring some things they never wanted to see”.
—  ma.c.a // Have you seen yourself, wholely?

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??

... Somehow, Still Talking About This Captain America Shit (Now With Bonus Spider-Man and Agents of SHIELD)

So now Secret Empire has revealed its Shyamalan Twist and given the readers a Good Guy Steve Rogers as well as Hydra Cap, and the kinds of dickbags who, when this whole bullshit began were dismissing people’s complaints with “oh come on, don’t you know how comics works, it’s all going to be put back at the end, blah blah blah…” are crowing I-Told-You-So’s.

But here’s the thing:

Yeah, fucknuts.  We always knew this.

Keep reading

I’m tired.” she said. “I’m tired of pretending to feel empty about everything. I’m tired of laughing at people when they assumed that I don’t feel anything at all. Because of course, I feel something. I almost feel everything that it suffocates my whole being. I feel it when someone slowly losing interest in me as if they were clouds—fading in the sky during warm summer days. As if they were colors melting their brightest shades. I feel my heart breaking when someone continuously pointing out my mistakes that it erased all the right things I’ve ever done in my whole life. As if everything went blank, and I need to start doing something again that will make them proud. I feel people’s words touching what’s deep within me. Especially when they were the people who were important to me. Especially when they were the people who I always expected to understand the real me.” she looked down at her hands catching her breath heavily. She wasn’t used on opening up her heart to someone. She wasn’t used on telling everything that’s on her mind. Yet she knew, this was the best thing she needed to do. That this can ease the burdens she’s been lifting up for too long. She sighed slowly, then she said, “I just want you to know, that even if people tried to pretend that there’s a black hole inside of them, they will always end up touching their chests and feel their heart beating.
—  ma.c.a // Can you really see me?
Things Tumblr Safemode Has Blocked from my infant eyes

-Gifs of a parrot getting brushed

-Video of Fireworks

-Original Oc Art from a SFW artist 

-Something about enjoying fandoms

-Advice about asking for help from strangers if you need it

-Gay

-Stim slime posts

Summary: Tumblr Safemode is making my dash more of a hassle to see content i don’t mind seeing. I already have blacklist on everything I don’t want to see and blocked content I dont want to see. But somehow I still get pornbots that never get removed enough though I reported them

@staff

Me: I should study.

Brain: Look! Your favorite blogger wrote a 30k word post saying why your OTP is canon!

Me: What! Where?

Brain: Tumblr! Also, don’t forget to look up your OTP and read all the fanfiction you come across. And, make sure you see all of those juicy edits and crack videos. And when you’re done, go to Netflix and re-watch the series so you could never forget how amazing it is.

Me: But I need to-

Brain: Silence.