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okay i'll bit why exactly do we want tommy in more episodes? ....like are we not rooting for buddie, why do we want tommy here when if he sticks around the chances of us getting buddie are going to drop significantly, like we should want him gone by the end of the season. I don't want him sticking around because he's a threat to the story I've wanted the writers to do for the last 6 years. I guess I assumed with your URL that you're also rooting for Buddie but perhaps I was wrong and you're rooting for Bucktommy to be endgame which just absolutely not, sorry. Yeah 3 episodes vs 6 years, does not even match.
okay idk what’s in the air today but as my beloved @canonbibuck so eloquently put, “we want tommy in more episodes so he can stick his tongue into buck’s anus. hope this helps”
on a real, first of all, please remember this is all fiction. like, we’ve lost the plot so severely i think. second of all, i’d love to introduce you to this GROUNDBREAKING concept called ✨multishipping✨!! back in the days when one direction rpf was a bigger thing and even before that, everyone was shipped with EVERYONE. in fact, it was ENCOURAGED!! the more ships under your belt, the better!! now it’s much less endorsed and i honestly have no idea why!! THIRDLY like, in the loveliest kindest way possible, i have stuff going on outside of tumblr and like i genuinely don’t think its that deep?? i get wanting your ship to be endgame (i’m actually rooting for buddie endgame despite what you want to believe), but this website isn’t my entire life?? i’m in the middle of a biomedical science major, i’m spending my full summer doing some really cool research at a really prestigious university, i’m doing stuff i’m really proud of, and i’m so happy that there’s other things in my life apart from this website and this show. i love it, and i love the community on here for the most part, but i think it’d pay for all of us to remember it really isn’t That deep in the slighest. breathe, relax your shoulders, it’s fine. me enjoying bucktommy while it lasts and writing fic about them won’t kill you, i swear.
(and yeah, i want tommy to stick around. i’ve actually got reallt attached. his crinkly eyes and crooked smile have beguiled me. sue me.)
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I have done a MASSIVE clean.
Getting this anon the other day actually got me really pondering the state of my followers/following, so I've spent... probably the better part of an hour(?) trying to straighten it out.
Here's the basic rundown.
If your main blog was in a mutual following with me and you have not been active in two or more months, I soft blocked*
If I was following your side blog and it has not been active in two or more months, I unfollowed it.
*Soft blocking, for those unfamiliar, basically means I blocked and unblocked the account to break a mutual following. This was only done to keep my follower list clean/active and NOT because I have any issue with or against you.
Because I have a huge follower/following list (I won't say how big), I trim it every few months to try and make sure I have room to follow more blogs in the future and not to get overwhelmed by blogs that are inactive. If you're active on your blog but you're not posting, please don't hesitate to refollow me and let me know. I have a list of people who fall under these parameters who I don't unfollow/soft block for that reason.
If you were active and I unfollowed/soft blocked you and you're like: "Sea?? You absolute doily??" Same deal applies. Just refollow me and I'll put on my little jester hat.
But what this clean also meant is that I went through my followers list and found a tonne of blogs Tumblr never notified me had followed? I have followed a bunch of people back. 🤗
The only times you would not have been followed is if:
Your blog is a hub blog for your side blogs (I should be following them?)
The blog has five posts or less and/or I don't think you're a bot... but I'm not sure.
I may still unfollow blogs whose content I don't jive with for whatever reason, but that'll come at a later date. For now, I just wanted the lists to be clean.
Again, if you're sitting there wondering why I unfollowed you PLEASE just reach out and let me know. If I don't think we're going to get along, I block. If you have access to message me, it's either a mistake or you looked inactive.
Thanks!!
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Cruel Summer - Chapter 1
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Summary: The "Eddie Munson is a speedway racer" high school AU no one asked for, but you're getting it anyways. Enemies to friends to lovers | No-Upsidedown AU | Fast cars, fast times | Reader moved from "the city" to Hawkins
Tags [will be updated as things progress]: swearing, underage drinking, dangerous driving, Jason sucks as usual, mentions of weed, light angst, misunderstandings, reader is afab, not sure if I'll have smut yet or not
A/N: Chapter 1 is already on Ao3 but here's the Tumblr version! New chapters will always be posted on Ao3 first, with a week or so delay to here.
CH1: 3,780w
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“Hot summer streets and the pavements are burning, I sit around /
Trying to smile, but the air is so heavy and dry”
If anyone had asked, you wouldn’t have said car racing was something you’d be interested in. Watching hunks of metal speeding around in circles always seemed pretty pointless to you. When combined with the auditory chaos of engines and screaming crowds, and nauseating smell of gasoline and burning rubber, it had never been high on your bucket list.
Then again, neither had moving to Hawkins, Indiana. And yet, here you were: stuck in small-town nowhere for (just, you hoped) the summer. But a summer practically felt like forever to you.
And so you were at the speedway car races with your cousin, Robin. Because apparently, she said, it would “be fun” and “social” and “lots of people went.”
You supposed you should be lucky Robin was pretty chill about hanging out with you. After all, having your city-slicker cousin practically dumped on your doorstep without so much as a “by your leave” by your parents — who had gone off to “rediscover themselves” and hopefully salvage five years of impending divorce — probably wasn’t high on HER bucket list, either. She and her parents had been more than welcoming, sticking you and your five overstuffed suitcases in the spare room on the second floor, just next door to Robin, without hesitation and urging you to make yourself at home.
If you saw Robin and her parents exchange some pointed and pitying glances, well, you’d just try and ignore them. Because they were right. Your parents clearly didn’t care enough about you to take you with them on their wild second-honeymoon or whatever, so they’d abandoned you without looking back, saying they’d pick you up in a couple months before school started up again. They thought. Maybe homeschooling had been implied as a possibility if they happened to return a bit later than assumed from…Panama? Costa Rica? Whatever warm, probably tropical, place they’d gone to. Without their only daughter.
Honestly, sometimes you just felt the truth of it in your bones when, at the height of their marital Cold War, they’d each called the other some variant of “frigid bitch.” Only the coldest of the cold would up and abandon their offspring like that, without any evident desire to really take responsibility for them ever again. If you just wandered off at the end of the summer, got a job waiting tables in the nearest big city, didn’t bother to send a forwarding address, you didn’t think they’d be too fussed. Depressing.
The frozen atmosphere at home had gone on so long, you’d practically adopted aloofness yourself as a survival mode. What you didn’t feel, couldn’t hurt. Didn’t help you with making any friends once you’d entered high school, but it kept anyone from really bothering you for three years. The summer before your senior year was supposed to be this golden eternity of afternoons at the pool, perfecting your tan, or giggling at the local mall while licking ice creams and debating who-liked-who-liked-who.
Not wasting away in Hawkins, a town small enough you bet you could count all of the stoplights on one hand.
You missed the city so much it ached . Missed the dizzying heights of the buildings towering above you, missed the way the very air seemed to thrum with an energy, a beat that got into your pulse and made you feel alive. Missed the hole-in-the-wall restaurants on every street and the used bookstores piled high with more volumes than you could read in a lifetime. Hawkins was…quaint, but inside you worried if you stayed here long enough it would drain the life out of you until you couldn’t make it anywhere else.
Not that you’d say any of that to Robin, who was babbling cheerfully away at your side as you strolled up to the local speedway just out of town. She was wearing a loose striped men’s shirt with the cuffs rolled up and jeans, despite the lingering heat of the evening. Robin, you’d come to learn, was pretty much always babbling about something or another, a natural condition that tended to get even worse whenever she was flustered or nervous. Given your tendency to listen, rather than speak, you actually balanced each other out rather well. With her, surprisingly, you felt you could be…yourself…that little bit more. Felt a bit of that icy shell melt away.
You tuned back in to hear her say, “We’re going to meet up with Steve, he’s gotten there early to stake us out a spot. You wouldn’t think it but it can get really crowded and picking the right spot out of the sun and the dust and on the right side of the track is, like, crucial to the enjoyment factor. Steve’s a boy, by the way. He’s not my boyfriend – well, he’s a boy who’s a friend, but we’re not like that, actually he’s more like an annoying brother. But he’s not annoying, I promise!”
You smiled to yourself as Robin rambled on. Truly, you found it more endearing than not.
“I’m sure he’s nice,” you said, cutting in so Robin could actually take a full breath. She smiled back at you.
“Yeah, he’s great. But don’t tell him I said that, I swear his hair grows an inch every time someone says something nice about him.”
You smiled and promised that, of course, you wouldn’t breathe a word.
The two of you step up to the bored-looking teenager taking tickets, and you passed over your paper stub, slightly sweaty from being clutched in your hand. Stepping through the entrance gate, you’re immediately assaulted with the smell of deep-fried foods mixed with beer, the raucous laughter of crowds of families and teens here for an evening out. A fine dust permeated the air, making your eyes water. The track, a packed dirt oval that was both bigger and smaller than you imagined, spread out before you, bordered by some haphazardly stacked rectangle bales of hay you assumed were there for the “safety” of the crowd, though they looked anything but. You imagined any car crashing into those at serious speed would take them out easily…as well as the onlookers setting up their camp chairs frighteningly close to the barrier.
Across the track, a small elevated building rigged with wires and a mounted loudspeaker was clearly where the announcers were situated. Tinny commentary was blaring from the PA system, but it was almost impossible to hear above the general din.
There were mullets and wife-beaters on display everywhere. As you looked around, you noted that everyone – and you mean everyone – seemed to be dressed in nothing more formal than jeans and a shirt. You hadn’t batted an eye when Robin left the house like that, because that’s what your cousin always wore. And she’d told you to dress casual but…
“Robin,” you asked, “am I overdressed?”
She’d been herding you along the track toward one end, but at your question she glanced over at you and winced, which you supposed was answer enough.
“Robinnnnn,” you whined.
“What?” she protested. “I said ‘casual,’ that’s what you came out in, so I figured it was fine!”
Up until you saw the sea of daisy dukes before you, you’d thought what you were wearing was casual. It certainly was back in the city. The simple, white-and-red polkadot dress you were wearing, cinched at the waist with a plain wide belt you’d dug out the bottom of your suitcase, cute frilly sleeves sitting just below your tanned shoulders, wouldn’t have been anything your classmates back home blinked at. You hadn’t even done your makeup, besides a swipe of lip gloss! But you were rapidly getting the sense you’d have to redefine your expectations here in Hawkins. And with the swirls of rust-colored dust almost constantly permeating the air, you could already tell white was a particularly bad choice.
Oh well, you’d just have to make the best of it. And get the dress in the wash sooner rather than later.
“It’s alright, Robin,” you reassured your cousin, who’d been worrying at her lip while you thought. “It’s just a dress. Plus, it’s not like I’ll be in any of the cars,” you joked.
“Steve’ll probably have a blanket or something you can use anyways,” she said. “He’s a dad like that. Oh look, there he is. Steve! Steeeeve! Ugh, he isn’t listening. OI, DINGUS!”
Robin waved frantically at a boy a bit ahead of you, who’d staked out a pretty prime spot on the hillside around the middle of the straightaway, complete with camping chairs, picnic blanket and cooler of what you desperately hoped was something cold. Now this is what you’d imagined when Robin said “races.” And it was comfortingly far away from the hay barrier.
The boy – Steve – raked his hands through his already artfully disheveled mop of hair and rolled his eyes at Robin.
“Could you shout any louder?” he grumbled. “Jesus, I think the whole crowd heard you.”
“Oh don’t be such a wuss. Hey, this is my cousin. She’s cool. Cousin, meet Steve. He’s a dweeb.”
“A dweeb with charm, also known as the best kind,” Steve said with a smile, reaching out to shake your hand. “I heard you’re in town for the summer. Welcome to Hawkins – guessing it’s a pretty big change from where you’re from.”
“Um, yeah, wasn’t sure what to expect, but it’s better than I thought. Lots of nice people,” you offered him a small smile in return, a bit taken aback by the easy way he folded you into the dynamic.
“I’ll bet,” he agreed. “First time at a speedway?”
“First time at any kind of races,” you admitted. “I have no idea what’s going on.”
“Not much too it really,” Robin said around a mouthful of beer. Clearly, she’d helped herself to Steve’s stash, but by the way he just shook his head, you got the sense this was basically normal. He silently offered you a bottle, but you shook your head – maybe in a bit. Steve did seem nice, but you weren’t quite ready to be under the influence under someone new just yet. Robin kept talking: “Cars go zoom zoom, and the one that goes zoom zoom the fastest wins. We mostly just come here to support Eddie.”
You cocked your head. “Who’s Eddie?”
“Friend from school. He’s been working extra shifts all summer, which is why you haven’t met him yet. He works down at the local body shop, races on the side. We’ll point his car out when he’s up.”
You nodded, sure he’d be nice too, if Robin’s taste in friends so far was anything to go by.
The three of you sat, chatting amiably for a few minutes, and you felt yourself relaxing into Robin and Steve’s easy, familiar banter. They traded well-worn jabs back and forth, but there’s no heat behind them. You settled yourself on the blanket between them, tucking your skirt beneath your legs and mostly enjoying the vibe, only chiming in when you had something to say, like when Steve started to say “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off” was supposedly underrated (he was wrong, and both you and Robin soundly told him so).
As the sun finally started to go down – days were still long and hot, and all three of you were peevishly slapping at overly familiar mosquitos – the track lights finally flickered into life and it seemed like things were about to start. Robin let out a squeal, wiggling her knees in excitement.
You were all ready for – you didn’t know, monster trucks or something? – when, to your surprise, the first line of cars that raced onto the track looked more like glorified go karts than anything else. Seeing your confusion, Steve leaned over and murmured, “They do the kiddie stuff first,” and you then saw that the drivers did seem awfully young. Fortunately they were wearing helmets.
The announcer counted down the start, and at the waving of the first green flag they tore around the track, kicking up immense clouds of gasoline-scented dust that settled over everything – your hair, your clothes, you could even see it coating the fine hairs on your arm. Gross.
And these little kids were vicious. Not crashing directly into each other, but drifting aggressively around the turns and cutting each other off within what looked like inches to spare between bumpers. Everyone was cheering on individual numbers, and you, Steve and Robin got into it by picking your favorite car and rooting for them at the top of your lungs. After a few heats you felt your throat dry up, and gratefully accepted one of the cooling bottles of beer Steve offered.
Beer with friends on a Friday night. Weirdly, this felt more like how you thought summer was supposed to go than you figured you’d get in Hawkins. Or anywhere.
As the night wore on, the races of the small and mid-sized cars started to blur into each other, and you started idly wondering when you’d be able to go home. Well. To Robin’s home.
“And nowwwww, the event you’ve all been waiting forrrrr!” shrilled the announcer.
From the back paddock where all the cars were parked, there came a grunty rumble. A vibration that made its way into your bones, your veins, the thump-thump of your heart. This was the rhythm you’d been missing, filling you up from the inside out.
And then, the first line of proper-sized cars ripped their way onto the track, to a massive cheer from the crowd. But you weren’t even sure you could call them “cars.” Dinged, dented, and beaten back into shape, these were machines reduced to the essence of speed. Any extra baggage had clearly been ripped out – seats, radio, even the entire bottom half of the trunk was gone. What was left was the engines, the driver’s seat, and anything essential to make them go.
They ran a few menacing laps around the track, jostling for position on the grid.
“Look, there’s Eddie!” Robin pointed.
“Which one is he?” you asked.
“The black one, with the red bat on the hood.”
“Eddie’s always had a flair for the dramatic,” Steve clarified.
Your eyes traced the black car as Eddie maneuvered it into the inside of the track, on the front row – “That’s a good position,” Steve clarified again. Unlike most of the other cars, which had paint jobs in varying states of peeling off, Eddie clearly kept his car freshly painted despite the risk of damage – it gleamed, pitch blank, with just the blood red of the bat leaping out of the design. From what you could see of Eddie, as he was mostly shielded by a helmet, he was also in all black.
“I’m sensing a theme,” you muttered dryly.
Like horses jostling for position, the cars – there must have been a dozen or so – revved their engines just behind the starting line. There was an agonizing moment of tension, where everyone stared at the red stoplight holding them in place.
Then it winked green, the flag was waved, and the race began.
You watched as Eddie’s car and the one on his right, painted a chipped red-white-and-blue roared to the front like bats of out hell. They gunned it down the straightaway before whipping into a drift around the curve that was so aggressive, their cars yawing onto two wheels so hard, your hands flew to your mouth to swallow a gasp despite yourself, sure they’d tip over or spin out. Magically Eddie’s car righted itself as he came out of the turn and he gunned it down the next straight, neck and neck with the other vehicle.
The laps went by in what felt to you like seconds, a frenetic dance conducted at speed. With the razor-thin margins the two cars took the turns, you knew that if Eddie lost concentration for a nanosecond, he’d be out of the race. You blinked dust out of your eyes furiously, loath to miss a single second. Next to you, Robin and Steve were yelling – you were pretty sure Robin was just repeating profanities at this point – but you could hardly make yourself breathe normally, let alone cheer.
There were only a few laps to go and the other car had stolen the lead from Eddie. Though Eddie was keeping the black monstrosity right on his tail, pushing himself right into the rear bumper to try and throw the other driver off.
They made another sharp drift around a corner and, as they came off the curve, Eddie made his move, pushing the throttle to take his car around the outside of the red-and-white leader. He took the turn, hard, trying to get his nose in front of the other car’s, and this time you did let out a whimper of concern. Your heart thumped in time with the roar of the crowd, and when Eddie made it, slipping in front of his rival to cross the finish line first, you couldn’t help but sigh in relief.
Steve and Robin were now jumping up and down and hugging each other, and you smiled at their infectious joy.
The other cars coasted to a stop in the middle of the track while Eddie took his victory lap, waving the checkered flag from out the driver’s window. He must have spotted the two maniacs next to you, because the car rolled to a stop on the track in front of you, and Eddie stepped out from the car.
You knew he drove like a devil, but you weren’t expecting him to look like a fallen angel.
A strange shiver ran through you as you watched him pull off his black helmet. Long, dark curls spilled out, framing his sharp, sculpted face. Even with his bangs sweat-soaked and disheveled, he was capital H-O-T. Dark hair, dark eyes, with a plush mouth you knew was made for sin. He was everything your parents would have warned you away from, and everything you – or your body, at least – immediately wanted.
“Be normal,” you thought to yourself. “This is Robin’s friend .”
Robin and Steve trotted down to the side of the track, and you trailed behind them, a little unsure. It was the last race of the evening, and with the entertainment over, the crowds were starting to melt away. It didn’t escape your notice that while all the other drivers were getting handshakes and back-slaps galore from their fellow racers and even some officials, no one had come over to congratulate the actual winner, Eddie, except for the three of you.
“Edieeeeee, you won!” Robin shrieked at her usual top-volume. “But also, ugh, you smell like fumes, ew no, don’t hug me.” She wiggled away from his playful attempt at a hug, wrinkling your nose.
“Comes with the territory, Robin, you’re just gonna have to get used to it. You certainly don’t mind when I’m fixing your car for free, again . Hey, Steve, nice of the King to make an appearance.” The two boys traded fist bumps, Steve rolling his eyes at his high school nickname. You broke into a wide smile at their antics.
Eddie’s eyes met yours, where you lingered behind, and he arched one eyebrow, his previously warm and open expression becoming more guarded, scanning you from the top of your windswept hair to the bottom of your now quite dusty flats. Your smile faded, and you resisted the urge to brush yourself off in the face of his gaze.
“Who’s this?” he asked. “Wasn’t aware we had a third cheerleader on the squad. Does little miss Dots like what she has to see so far?”
You find yourself bristling at his presumptuous tone. “I don’t quite take your meaning,” you respond stiffly.
Eddie laughed, an open, easy sound you could have loved – except for the sharp edge to his voice. He straddled the hay bale, spreading his hands open. You tried not to look at how his black racing uniform stretched tight over his thighs. Really, you tried.
“Come on, guys, this is a joke, right? Ha, ha, Eddie’s first race of the season, let’s get a cute little cupcake of a girl to come along, flirt a little, string lil ’ol Eddie along? Give the girl a ride to remember?”
He fixed his molten brown eyes on you. “Did someone put you up to it, Dots? Patrick? Jason? It’s the sort of shit thing Jason would do.”
By this point, both Steve and Robin were exchanging a confused glance that clearly conveyed their shared sense of, “uh, what?” But you knew exactly what.
Eddie had taken one look at you – at your too-much dress, too-much smile, maybe something else you didn’t even know in your demeanor – and concluded that the only possible explanation for your presence was that you were a…paid escort? Hooker? Someone bribed to come watch his race and flutter your eyelashes at him, spread her legs?
You felt the usual protection of your ice queen reputation from back home freezing off any earlier warmth from your expression.
“Someone clearly has a high opinion of himself. I’m not going to cream just because you’ve got half skills with half a car. Get over yourself. Robin,” you turn to your cousin, “I’m going back to the house.”
“It’s miles to the house,” Robin protested, nervous gaze flicking between you – fuming – and Eddie – nonchalantly picking at his cuticles, not sparing you another glance.
“I’ll walk.” It was only a mile or so to Robin’s, and you didn’t want to spend a single second more in his company, friends with your cousin or not. Eddie’d done a spectacular job of reminding you why you usually didn’t do things that were “fun” or “social” or that “lots of people” went to. You didn’t need another asshole man in your life, your father was doing a bang-up job of that by himself.
“I’d give you a ride, Dots, but as you can see,” Eddie gestured to the literally empty passenger seat in the stock car next to him, “I can’t.”
“Fuck you,” you hissed, whirling around and stomping off before reaching a hand up to swipe angrily at the tears pooling in the corners of your eyes.
You heard Robin run after you. “She’s my cousin you MORON,” she called back to Eddie. When she caught up to you, you gave her a watery smile in thanks, and she reached over to squeeze your shoulders.
New item for your summer bucket list: Never, ever see Eddie again.
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NEXT TIME: You and Robin go to a party.
#cruel summer#eddie munson#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#fanfic#fanfiction#eddie munson fic#enemies to friends to lovers#speedway au
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MAYbe I CAN Challenge
Hey Tumblr I’m serving up another mental/physical challenge for the month of May.
The Challenge:
Pick something you’ve been wanting to do for your mental or physical well being. It can be something you’ve been wanting to get back to doing or just wanting to try but just never started.
Do that thing for 15 minutes EVERYDAY in the month of May. Just 15 minutes that’s it.
Keep it feasible and within the realm of possibility given your circumstances. But it should also be somewhat challenging and give you a sense of accomplishment.
Here’s some basic Physical or Mental Examples to help get you thinking.
15 minutes of walking or running. Workout or exercise, Meditation or yoga. Reading, crafting, doing a favorite pastime you just don’t make time for anymore and so on. Whatever it is it should have a positive mental/physical effect on your day to day life.
Staying Accountable:
Keep accountable by reblogging and adding onto daily posts. OR journal your own daily updates about what you did in your 15min. Use the tag #maybe i can to make it easier for others to find or tag me @m0tiv8me. If you wish to keep it more private and not post publicly feel free to DM me updates and I’ll respond with some words of encouragement.
Of course anyone is welcome to spend more than 15 minutes on their chosen activity if they wish. But aim for at least 15 minutes each day.
The GOAL:
The purpose of this challenge is to foster healthy habits through consistency and hopefully open the door to long term improved mental/physcial quality of life. Big changes often start small and it’s easy to become overwhelmed in this busy world. Take 15 minutes of time for yourself each day and start to believe “Maybe I Can” do those things I’ve always wanted to do.
What Next:
Simply add a 💙 emoji in the comments if you want in and you’ll be tagged in upcoming posts. Goal report and check in is Monday April 29th. Day 01 post goes up Wednesday May 1st at Midnight. So start thinking of what your 15 minutes will be used for and spread the word and let’s get a community of like minded people helping to encourage and cheer each other on for the month of May!
Any questions? Just ask!
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#may challenge#maybe i can#you can#fitblr#mental health#physical health#may#let’s do this#lfg#motivation#inspiration
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Is Jacob's ladder over ?
Nope. It is freezed till I get back to rottmnt 👍🏻
I currently wanna concentrate on doodling what gives me serotonin right now, on animating, animatics, college, side works and learning, especially since it will be finals dor me soon and I don't know what will be happening later
So feel free to unfollow me since there will not be what you want for the near time 👍🏻
#I think I should put “freezed” somewhere on masterpost. And just clean masterpost *sigh*#but with what percentage people will see it#I'm pretty sure very little amount of people can start drawing something on command#I am still on the tumblr only because of one person in the first place#I can't draw even more and not expect myself not to explode#It is with the fact that I don't even have an official work like most people do#So yeah I'm pretty sure you didn't mean to sound bad or anything but the more asks I get about if JL is finished or not the more I don't#want to get back to it. I have drafts and main ideas finished. I will get back to it when I will feel like drawing rottmnt again#For now let me enjoy other things *bow*
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Love that Tumblr had banned nsfw artists and artwork, but the fuckin bot accounts are not only unbelievably rabid, but actively recommended to me to the point I scroll, report, scroll scroll scroll, report, scroll, report, report, scroll ad infinium.
They can catch a piece of artwork that shows a smidgeon of tit within literally 24 hours and delete it, but "hi ❤️ my name is JULIYYA and I have HUGE BREADSTS. Call me NOW ❤️" with a picture of some woman crotch out with her fingers fishing in is actively recommended to me.
You say your site is crashing and desperately needs money, and you say apple is SO STRICT about nsfw, so why aren't the bots a priority? Why are they seemingly actively propped by the site? Why are they allowed to TAG their spam WITH CHILD-FRIENDLY TAGS? Why hasn't apple shut us down already if they're so anti-nsfw when literally EVERYONE had a sexbot problem?
Watch this post get a mature content warning, ironically enough.
#morgana and friends#i dont want tumblr to die#and i think everything should be brought back#and i understand these problems are harder to solve with a skeleton crew#but they NEED to be a priority#quit rolling out features as FOCUS and maybe the tumblrbase will be more loyal#you want money but whenever you get it you just use it to do shit we HATE#like turning this fucking place into a twitter clone or trying to be tiktok#you wonder why youre drowning when you deliberately keep your head under water#capitalism demands exponential growth but you aren't growing. you are SHRINKING#and yes i know apple cannot 'shut us down' as they dont own tumblr#but they can do what they did before and threaten to remove tumblr from their store
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guys i am licking all of you. affectionately in a social bonding way
#txt#alcohol cw#nevaur been drunk at a bar before & im cutting myself off for now otherwise idk if i'd be able to get home tonight#even thaur the bus stop is right down the street & ive already baught[sic] my bus pass#thinking back to when my angel friend in montreal whos even more of a lightweight than me on the subway back home grabbed the bars & leaned#back to face the led subway lights eyes closed. like an angel fr. each of us had one single drink she just drinks so fuckin fast#she does a lot of introspection so im assuming its on purpose shes just crazy like all of us on this bitch of an earth#she is so beautiful though so angelic & perfect i do swear it#sorry yall on tumblr dot gov are getting this ramble i just got a new mutual on vent & i gotta impress them😩#aurnly at 25% battery saur i should probably stfu okay goodnight my angels i am blowing a kiss to all of you and you will see my bitchass la#ter bc this app is an addiction for me
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so like..
is the idea that as a compromise to only having to toggle off tumblr live once a month, you now have this permanent tumblr live icon regardless of ur setting choice stuck to the bottom in the middle of everything in the hopes that i click on it accidentally anyways even though it's clear i don't want it or? where is the NO 100% STOP GIVING ME THIS SHIT I DON'T ACCEPT YOUR POLICIES AND LITERALLY COULD NOT CARE LESS ABOUT TUMBLR LIVE AND WILL NEVER BE INTERESTED IN THIS TYPE OF FEATURE OR FORMAT.
@zingring @photomatt @humans idk how many feedback requests people have to cut tumblr for "no" to just be a valid response here. ppl aren't dumb and see u inching over the line trying to force this on them despite the snooze choice.
what, are there so many ppl snoozing and such a low adoption rate that you know you need to trick users into using it so you can "make number go up" or? 🙄
#snoozing tumblr live for a month but perpetually having a big centered button that will take you there immediately at all#times while also inherently meaning that you've accepted the privacy policies and TOS for using a third party service#tumblr is so fucking annoying is2g i should just pester my mutuals repeatedly about getting onto cohost and being active instead#of talking to a fucking brick wall because obviously NO ONE at tumblr gives a shit that NO ONE wants to use their shitty third#party live stream feature. for the millionth time leave me alooooone#my patience and grace for this site is almost entirely spent y'all ngl (´-﹏-`；) tumblr is like one or two annoying updates away from#me bugging y'all to get on cohost. was hoping there'd be a few more good updates before we got back to the annoying enraging ones.#like.. seeing if ppl r mutuals or followers on mobile? 👍 snoozing going from 7 to 30 days? 👍 live being there despite snoozing? 👎🔫#I'm STILL not over this whole twitter UI too in the browser too. tumblr's trying sooo hard to be a blogging platform in a twitter trenchcoat#u ARE a blogging platform and are functionally different than a typical social media site in multiple key ways. why r u downgrading urself#it's bc matt thinks elon's sooooo cute and wants to kiss him so bad he'd do anything to get his attention#even crash the popularity of his site and burn his good grace he had w the platforms community.#y'all rich mf need some hobbies i swear to god (´-﹏-`；) y'all get bored or divorced n start tryna fix shit that ain't broken. pests.#now it's everyone else's problem too 🙄
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The destiny reddit is an absolute warzone right now. Do yourself a favor and avoid it like the plague
Oh no. I saw a lot of negative comments overall and while I understand where they're coming from, I think at some point, some people should calm down.
I mentioned some of the issues I had with the campaign and I stand by them, I think some of this stuff definitely felt rushed and that we're sorely lacking basic information to understand the plot. But I can get over that if it's fairly reasonable to believe we'll find out eventually (and it is) and if the rest is solid. And to me, the rest is solid.
I know people have issues with strand taking too much time from the campaign, and I get it. But also to me, strand being such a huge part of the story made the campaign feel more personal and invested for US, the Guardian. To me, that was the point. I do wish the campaign was a bit more expansive, perhaps another mission or two would've been perfect imo. An extra mission could've delved into the history of the Veil and what it means. It's a legitimate complaint that I share, but also some people online have been expressing it... rather explosively.
I'd also add a counter to my own complaint; when it comes to the plot about the Veil and the Witness and the Traveler, it's clear that this isn't the end; it's a setup. Everything that happened here we can learn about retroactively in a month or six months or a year. It may suck because it's content for THIS expansion so we want to know now, but it CAN be explained later.
But strand? Strand can't. We have to learn it NOW. We can't get strand and then have a really cool personal discovery quest about mastering it in a month or six or a year. So if they didn't have time to fit another two missions into the campaign, it's fairly obvious what is being cut.
Is it clumsy? Yeah, definitely. I definitely feel like some crucial information has been deliberately cut away and removed, possibly waiting to be delivered during the year to prepare us for The Final Shape. I'm not a fan of that method, I would prefer a solid chunk of lore about the current story to be delivered in the current story. If anything, then for clarity. Especially because the majority of the players will not be waiting around to read 15 lore tabs during the year to figure out what's the Veil. A major expansion should be self-contained.
But for the love of god, some of what I've seen online is basically some players acting like we have E.T. (1982) on our hands. Like, I agree that there's issues and I've spoken about them and I can do it again at any point, but at the end of the day, I had fun and the good stuff was good. Literally my only true complaint is that it feels like a mission or two are missing. Pretty much every problem I have would've been solved with that. But that's an unknown amount of extra time of work so I cannot make a comment whether they could've done that or not. I will assume they couldn't so they didn't. Generally don't like assuming that they did it maliciously because then we go into dev harrassment territory.
#destiny 2#destiny 2 spoilers#lightfall#lightfall spoilers#ask#i've seen some really bad outrage out there and i just don't get it#it's fine. there's some disappointment but also a lot of really cool stuff#listen. i was on the front line during ME3 ending apocalypse and I equally did not understand it then either#it was a slightly disappointing ending (last 5 minutes more or less) but not worth the massive outrage#and if people genuinely just. do not enjoy ANYTHING about it i personally think that's a sign they no longer like the game#just speaking from my personal experience because i went through that myself#when i found myself scoffing and huffing and getting angry at every new bit of info about changes in forsaken i figured. hey.#i don't like this game right now. bye.#sat out an entire year and came back to check shadowkeep because the game moved to steam#like i genuinely do not mean this in any negative way but some people just do not like destiny anymore and should probably take a break#not talking about anyone specific on tumblr. i know some people are disappointed including some friends#and i understand their complaints. but usually most of them also have something they liked so it's not all horror and doom#and even if they didn't. who cares. if you don't like it hit da bricks#we have limited time on this earth please do something you enjoy
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"Lines Written Hastily on Someone Else's Desk" - a poem written 3/27/2024
I have to sneak into your desk—
I've calculated every risk—
I have to test out all your pens
and blot out with them my chagrins.
I have an urge for every ink—
for every mark I make I rank
the color and the thickness.—In
my rainbow correspondent brain
this is the peak of knowledge—yes,
the summit of my study's bliss.
I snoop and steal to these fair ends—
my paper keeps exotic winds.
#been awhile since i posted any of my#handwriting#2024#iambic meter#iambic tetrameter#quatrains#rhyme scheme#poem#poetry#poets on tumblr#i've probably written idk how many poems about how i love snooping through other ppl's desks at work#listen. i just wanna see what kind of writing utensils u got#and use them on myyyyy paper teehee~ more colors#awhile back at my sister-in-law's bachelorette party. all the other women were talking about#how they like to look in ppl's medicine cabinets. and i was like what? why?#bc my sister-in-law and her blood sisters were talking abt how u do it early in a relationship#and i just couldn't relate. and it wasn't like a deeply voyeuristic things. it was more like#they just wanna see what u keep and how. in ur bathroom setup.#i mean i kinda get it. it is looking at how somebody lives.#in some very basic ways that arent super personal but theyre not necessarily apparent when u meet them#but anyway now i think abt that every time i go looking through ppl's desks. im like Oh This Is What I'm Doing.#the creepiest thing i've ever done is sniff somebody's chapstick. i wanted to know how minty it smelled#i should stop this confessional right now
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how are we doing fellow zhongxiao shippers, xiao really said “i will sacrifice myself so all of you can leave” and zhongli literally just went “no. you will not as long as i am here”
is he smiling a tiny bit or am i imagining it omg
#long post im emotional and need to save it somewhere shh#2.7 spoilers#as soon as zhongli popped up in the flashback i knew he would save him theres no way he would ever let xiao die#zhongxiao#myountalk#'fellow zhongxiao shippers' i think im the only one here on tumblr or smth tbh HAHAH#why does twt have to be so annoying 90% of time ahjscb id just ramble over there with the ppl if it were possible#sighs whatever anw#this cutscene gave me all the life back i lost just today (absolute worst shit day eugh) and re#REMINDED me how dear this ship is to me ahhh i wish i could post and ramble more about them#...i just should tbh.... this is my blog i get to do what i want AHHA#genshin tag#own
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This is all because someone said that tim being wealthy DOES impact his character. Like the ppl in the screenshot are defending the idea that tim should be written as middle class and even claimed that plot points about/made possible or exacerbated by his wealth have nothing to do with his characterization bc they’re plot points and not character traits. They also previously said there’s little to no mention of his wealth whilst also trying to say his wealth doesn’t matter because it’s just “new money” (which I’d argue adds a LOT of context to the drakes vs the Waynes but that’s into analysis territory and I’m not getting into with someone who said plot points don’t impact the character 💀)
Anyways the main point of the post isn’t just to clown on them I just want y’all to take that final tweet into account; “They come and take only what they want, they don’t like to delve into the great character that is Tim.” On a post saying Tim being rich doesn’t matter and has nothing to do with his character. Tim Stans I’m not saying this is all of you, but this group of y’all is sooooo. Let’s be nice and say weird. That it makes y’all look bad. When they’re saying “they pick and choose to ignore his character” in order to defend picking and choosing to ignore his character…have a group meeting or smth yall. This is crazy.
#this lowk made me appreciate tumblr tim stans#like Ik y’all wouldn’t say shit like this God Bless#dc should rewrite tim as middle class 💀#just say you have 0 understanding of why certain details were added to Tim’s character post Jason Todd#and like even if you think it has nothing to do from an in comic standpoint#are u gonna sit there and tell me his being rich doesn’t impact his writers at all? his fans at all?#the way tim has been so accepted and subsequently flanderized (not even flanderized bc some of the traits y’all boil him down to are traits#he doesn’t have) has a lot to do with him being a rich white teen#and i specify teen because the way y’all baby him has to do with his class and race#y’all make it so when you say ‘he’s socially anxious bc he was so secluded at home 🥺🥺🥺’#and tbh let’s get down to it this is another way for y’all to make him ‘special’ or more likeable without thinking about it#if you think his wealth hasn’t impacted his character why do you want him to be middle class so bad? y’all just wanna relate more#it’s like when u hc him as a poc but refuse to acknowledge that him being white may impact his character#like u don’t know shit and I don’t trust u with subjects like race or class#back to the drawing board sweetheart#im not even tagging this anti tim Drake this is just who he is lmao#anti tim Drake Twitter fans#anti Thomas and Kyle#OH and the “why Is him being rich relevant’ you don’t even know how plot points impact character you wouldn’t know#OOOH and if you mention how it might’ve impacted Bruce’s view of him they’ll call it fanon#like no thats just point A to point B#to be fair they’d prolly call Tim’s mistreatment of Steph being misogyny fanon too#craaaazy#nothing is real it all exists in a void where social issues don’t exist#Ur so so smart
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odd thing we've noticed. the less okay we are the smaller our active system gets
#like logically you'd think we'd get more members while stressed but we don't usually#we actually split way more often when we're feeling okay and alive#i think it has something to do with mental bandwidth#like when mental health bad we don't have enough mental energy to put towards the system#so we just. reduce a lot in size. to make the workload easier#like a few months ago we had about 100+ people active at once all rotating out frequently and cofronting a TON#and now we're down to like. three or four active the rest really only able to be active for a few minutes at a time#we're just too exhausted to deal with the chaos of so many people so it kinda. slows down a ton#it's hard to get used to when everything was So Loud before. its kinda scary sometimes#like damn. i cant just call Incredibly Specific Task Guy to deal with this task i really cannot do right now. that kinda sucks#but knowing that this is like. more bc of the fact that we Can't Deal With Much More Than This makes it a little easier#we're a bit like my current computer. shit ass RAM bc its got like 50 malware (illnesses) on it#and once i get a new computer (get a little better and more functional) i can get back to multitasking#side note my god my RAM on this computer is shit running tumblr and minecraft at the same time totally breaks it#like it makes the Entire Computer run at 10 fps it's Great#i'm getting a new one at the end of this month hopefully#and hopefully Actually Nice Thing Accomplished will also help brain a lot#also not having to stress about how annoying to use our computer is should help lmao
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💌 Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome. 💌 🥰🥰
Hi dear @airenyah! I miss your Sana Bakkoush header but will recognize your BBS icon and your kind online voice anywhere! 😍 Accompanying this Ask with good wishes for a beautiful springtime day, to one of the nicest people I know who also has a kind and generous heart! 💖
awwwww that's such a sweet thing of you to say 🥺🥺🥺
i saw this ask first thing in the morning after i woke up and it had me all kinds of 🥰🥰🥰
i too miss my sana bakkoush header (she looks so cute in that shot)!! usually i'd just change my icon but this is the first time since i've made this blog a decade ago that i can't change my icon over my header, because otherwise @ranchthoughts and i wouldn't have matching icons anymore and that thought hurts me more than saying goodbye to sana after 7 years 😔💔
#sana has served my blog well but now.. it is time 💔#i think sana was my first real gay crush??#except i thought i was straight and kinda just ignored it as i obsessed over isak and even's relationship djcjcjfjc#and i was really attached to the sana header bc of that and i just couldn't bring myself to change it even when i stopped being into skam#and started falling more and more into (thai) bl world#and then i developed a crush on an irl girl from my uni (rip)#and i actually THOUGHT about changing my header when i first watched mafia the series back in september#but at that point i struggled even more to change it bc it felt like it was proof that i'd liked girls too for much longer than i'd realized#bc i'd had that sana header for so long and i was so attached to it (she's INSANELY cute in that header) and so yeah... djfjfjcj#but then i forgot to save my header in my april fool's prank stress and that felt like it was the universe telling me ''it is time''#''get a new header. this is your moment'' so here we are with my new mafia the series header featuring my boy joong archen djfjfjiv#considering i call myself a bad buddy blog in ''its joongdunk era'' i should have probably gone with a joongdunk header#so my icon + header would represent both the bad buddy blog and the joongdunk era djfjfjic#but i GOTTA promote mafia the series bc it's an actual GEM of a show. easily my fave non-bl series#it had me in tears when i watched it to the point my mom commented on how she could hear my laugh in my room gkfjfjjf#asks#also can i just say... i adore this fandom so much 🥺🥺🥺#everyone here in our little tumblr corner is so sweet and nice and i just adore all of you sooooo so much 🥺💗💗💗
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#hello hello#i just wanted to come on here and say i may be taking a break from this tumblr for a couple of months give or take#without revealing too much#personal things have come up and social media drains me more than it should#i'm not taking a break from mgrc or tumblr as a whole (far from it)#just from maintaining this blog for a little#for my own wellbeing#mutuals who don't already have it are welcome to ask for my discord or other off-site accounts#or even just to message me on here to chat#since i'm not going to be stopping thinking about / drawing mgrc#just won't be sharing anything#i said a couple of months but i'm not sure how long it will take me to come back#but hopefully not very long#i'll see you all around soon o/ i'll try to not let this place get too dusty while i'm gone...
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Thinking about it, there are actually a BUNCH of nice screens that I've taken and shared on Discord that I never posted here.
I've gotta sit down and do an inventory through my screenshots tag so that I can figure out what's missing and correct that.
#just text#i truly do not get why i don't post more of my screens here when i already make the effort to post them across several servers in discord#i want people to see them! of course i should do this#maybe it's borne of guilt that i post more screens than art but like. not posting enough of one doesn't mean i shouldn't post the other#still thinking of that one person at the art party who straight-up announced how much they loved seeing heulwin on here#i never thought anyone would think that from just seeing him around on tumblr#in discord it feels different. i'm yelling about him all the time i'm swapping ideas back and forth about him with friends there#having someone from tumblr see him in-game and get excited because they know him from -here-?#that's new. that's new for me
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