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jyt-120 · 7 months

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Is blogging still relevant in the age of TikToks and Instagram?

In the landscape of contemporary society, the advent and proliferation of social media have seamlessly woven themselves into the fabric of our daily existence. These digital platforms offer us a vast array of options, each tailored to different types of communication, information sharing, and online interaction. Whether it's WeChat and WhatsApp for direct interpersonal communication or Twitter and Facebook for disseminating information and expanding our social circles, there is no denying the profound impact of social media on the way we connect with the world.

Amidst this rich tapestry of social media platforms, one mode of online expression that often takes a backseat is blogging. The origins of blogging can be traced back to the 1990s, marking it as one of the pioneering forms of modern social media. However, as we find ourselves immersed in the age of TikTok, Instagram, and Snapchat, a pressing question arises: Does blogging maintain its relevance in this era dominated by short-form, visually-driven content?

To explore this question thoroughly, it's essential to first understand the essence of blogging. At its core, blogging is a versatile medium that caters to individuals who find joy in creating substantial articles. Like TikTok and Instagram, blogs accommodate various content formats, including text, videos, images, GIFs, and more. Yet, as we witness a shift away from blogging in today's social media landscape, several factors contribute to this change.

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One primary reason for blogging's decline in prominence is the stark disparity in content length. Blog posts traditionally tend to be longer and more detailed compared to the bite-sized content prevalent on platforms like TikTok and Instagram. In an era where our lives are fast-paced, carving out time to delve into extensive articles becomes a luxury. People increasingly prefer content that is concise, easily digestible, and quick to consume, a preference that platforms like TikTok and Instagram cater to impeccably. As someone who frequently navigates the digital realm during coffee breaks or moments of respite, I can personally attest to this trend. It aligns with what some call the RSVP principle, where content must be brief, engaging, and diverse to capture the attention of individuals leading busy lives, constantly seeking entertainment. Furthermore, social media platforms undergo rapid evolution, often outpacing the development pace of blogs. This breakneck speed contributes to the gradual diminishing of the blog's prominence in the fiercely competitive landscape of the internet.

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However, it's vital to assert that blogging still holds immense importance and value in contemporary society. Firstly, blogs have established themselves as stalwart platforms within the social media landscape, boasting dedicated readerships and passionate creators. Platforms like Tumblr, for instance, continue to thrive as spaces for regular article publications, with audiences hungry for substantial content.

Secondly, blogs offer a unique avenue for individuals who aspire to delve deeply into specific subjects, exhibit their expertise, and provide valuable, insightful content to their audience. This distinctive feature sets blogs apart from other forms of content found on social media, where brevity often trumps depth.

In essence, while social media platforms like TikTok and Instagram thrive on rapid engagement, quick visibility, and the allure of instant gratification, blogging functions as a long-term investment in establishing a robust online presence. Blogs serve as repositories for valuable content, catering to the unique needs and preferences of specific target audiences.

This strategic approach to content creation can pave the way for higher search engine rankings, niche authority, and diverse avenues for monetization. Rather than viewing blogging and social media as competing strategies, a more holistic perspective suggests integrating the strengths of both mediums. This fusion can create a comprehensive online marketing approach, harmonizing the immediacy and visual appeal of social media with the enduring value, depth, and SEO benefits of blogging.

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Zain, August 14,2022,"Blogging Vs Instagram: Differences and Similarities", viewed on 30 September 2023.

https://factifying.com/blogging-vs-instagram/

Corinne, April 3 ,2021 "Is Blogging Dead? The Rise Of Instagram And TikTok", viewed on 30 September 2023.

https://skinnedcartree.com/2021/04/is-blogging-dead-the-rise-of-instagram-and-tiktok.html

Caroline Forsey August 25, 2023 , "What's a Blog & Why You Need One", viewed on 30 September 2023.

https://blog.hubspot.com/marketing/what-is-a-blog

Jon Allen, October 5 ,2017, "The History of Social Media", viewed on 30 September 2023.

https://www.future-marketing.co.uk/the-history-of-social-media/

"Rapid serial visual presentation"(2022),Wikipedia,viewed on 30 September 2023.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rapid_serial_visual_presentation

"RSVP-Test", WPMTEST, viewed on 30 September 2023.

https://wpmtest.org/rsvp-test/

"Be Animated", GIPHY, viewed on 30 September 2023.

https://giphy.com/

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jonogueirawrites · 1 year

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Save him from himself.

Chapter 5

Summary:

Although Lilly would rather lose a limb than withhold information from him, the desire to protect Bucky is more important than anything else. Seeing him happy and free is what she wants most in life.

And Bucky can only feel the same thing. Her happiness is his. Nothing will stop him from seeing her smile.

But this need to protect each other can be more of a hindrance than a help to their relationship.

They have a bright future ahead of them.... the only problem is that they haven't talked about what happened after the blip or how they will ensure their relationship will work.

AO3

RSVP.

When the car approached, they stopped walking along the bridge. Zemo reminded everyone that their lives depended on them playing their roles. And that was precisely the part Lilly hated the most.

Lacing her fingers on Bucky's, she pulled him closer to be face to face. "Bucky, please…" She looked over his shoulder at the city in the distance, avoiding his eyes and praying he hadn't heard the tiny sob that escaped her mouth.

"Look at me."

Afraid her body would betray her again, she decided to shake her head instead. Her fingers tightening around his.

One step closer, and he was enveloping her with his scent, strength, and presence. "At me, Love." He softly rubbed his nose against her cold cheek. "Look at me, please…." His lips slowly trailing her skin.

"Bucky." She lifted her hands and cupped his face resting her forehead against his. Her eyes closed, hiding the tears away. "Just come back."

"I promise."

"No. No promises. Just come back."

"I always do, don't I?"

"Yes." She chuckled on his lips.

"It's a promise."

"No promises, please."

"Okay."

"Thank you."

"I lo-." He tried to say after kissing her forehead.

"I know."

"You do."

"I do. Always do."

"Be safe."

"You too." Lilly gave him a soft kiss before letting him go.

She watched Bucky get into the car and go somewhere she couldn't go with him. Her heart broke into a million pieces and scattered in the cold night wind, trying to reach the car that was far away. Too far for her to go back on her decision.

Her trembling hands took the cell phone from her pocket, and with a sigh, she dialed. Ayo answered the call on the first ring.

"So?"

"Madripoor."

"And then?"

"I’ll call you when I know.”

“Lillian, don’t-” Ayo tried to continue, but Lillian’s words cut her short.

“I don’t.” For a moment too long, there was a pause in the conversation. Both sides pondering their next words. “You should trust him as much as I do.”

“How can you think I don’t? We don’t?” Ayo’s voice laced in disbelief and sadness.

“I’m sorry.”

“We all trust him. He is the White Wolf. We don’t trust his plan.”

“I’m working on it.”

“Call me when you move.”

“I will.”

“Lilly…”

“Yes?”

“Just wanted you to know that all of us trust you as well.”

“Thank you.”

With the words still echoing in her mind and a smile representing the lightness in her heart, she put her phone away and started to run.

~~~~~

Lilly watched in horror as Zemo ordered Bucky to become the Winter Soldier again. Her eye was glued to the scope, and her finger twitched on the trigger.

Nothing would make her happier than shooting the man right between his eyes and seeing his body slump on the dirty floor. Still, she knew it would not only put Bucky and Sam in more danger but also jeopardize the mission.

She breathed in and out, in and out. There was a time and place for everything, and that was not it.

They moved, and so did Lilly. Up the stairs, they went, and her scope followed them. While they talked, Lilly let her mind wander for a second and begrudgingly imagined that Bucky was back to being the Winter Soldier. Was his life always like this? Following orders, mindlessly doing whatever other people wanted and told him to? In an endless battle with himself to regain the bare minimum resemblance of what he once was? Stupid question. She, more than anyone, should know that the answer to all of those questions was yes… unfortunately.

Something happened on the other side of the scope, and her attention was turned to the trio. Sam answered his phone, and all hell broke loose.

Someone shot in their general direction, but Lilly noticed it wasn't to harm them, so she changed her stance to look for the attacker. It took her longer than she wanted, and when she finally got a good look at them, she tightened her fingers around the gun. To her surprise, it was none other than Sharon.

Curiosity got the best of her, and she put her gear away, replacing them with her phone.

"I need you to look up someone for me." A moment of silence before she continued. "Sharon Carter."

While she waited for the answer, she watched the four of them get into a car and leave the place.

"Got it. Where is it being held?” Another moment of silence. “Can you get me in?" Nodding and thanking, she hung up once more and made her way down the building.

Breaking into the car and starting it up was the easy part. The difficult one, though, was making her way around a city that she had never set foot in. Another glance at the phone display, and she found her way. For what felt like an eternity later, she stopped in front of a store with a neon light sign and lots of fancy dresses in its window.

With a sigh, she rounded the block and parked some good meters away, coming back to the store and leaving moments later with a dress slung over her shoulder. As soon as she sat foot on the sidewalk, her phone rang, and she smiled, listening to the tone that made her worries melt away.

“Hey! How’s everything?”

“Things are good.” Bucky’s voice surprisingly stead. “And you?”

“Just shopping. I mean… what else am I supposed to do?” Her face fell. Lying, or rather, omitting things from Bucky, was the last thing she wanted to do.

“Lilly…”

“Just please…” She didn’t want to sound so pitiful, but it was what it was. “I can help. Let me help. You know I can-”

“It’s not a matter of knowing what you can or can’t do. It’s a matter of what I can’t, and I can’t put you in danger. I can’t lose you.”

“Are we really going to discuss this again?”

“I know what you think, Lilly. And if there were a way for me to have you here with me right now, always, I would. You know that, don’t you?”

“I do.”

“Then just be careful, okay? Madripoor is not the safest of places.”

Lilly laughed at his words. After everything that she, they, had been through, he still could be a little overprotective at times. “Bucky, Love, I know how to take care of myself.”

“I know, I know.”

“So…” There was a pause in which she kicked an imaginary rock. She really didn’t want to lie to him, so she had to find a way to be invited to the party. “Where are you guys heading?”

“We’ve met Sharon. She is some kind of…. Well, she is well off by now, and she is throwing a party, and it came in hand because she can help us track the serum.”

“Sharon, huh?” She bit her lower lip, but it was too late. “How’s she?”

“She’s fine. And rich, very rich.”

“Well, I don’t think she would mind me tagging along then.”

“Love…”

“I’m already shopping. I could easily buy something to go. What’s the address?”

“Okay. I’ll text you the address.”

“Thank you!”

“Yeah, no worries. See you in a bit.”

“Bucky?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

He chuckled, and Lilly felt in complete ecstasy. “Love you too.”

A quick taxi ride to the hotel and a shower later, Lilian stood in front of the mirror, inspecting her appearance. Her midnight black hair contrasted with her white dress. The one-shoulder short sleeve fell perfectly on her body, accentuating her curves with modesty. The red lipstick matching her heels.

Lillian examined her figure and nodded in appreciation. They were on a mission, but it didn’t mean she couldn’t have some fun.

~~~~~

Bucky observed his reflection in the mirror. His eyes on his fancy clothes reminded him of the first time he watched Lilly play the violin. How her fingers touched the strings with passion and how the music touched the audience’s hearts. The way her fingers carded through his hair and the sounds falling from her lips touched his soul, declaring she trusted him, asking him for a kiss. The night he had her in his arms for the first of many times.

He looked up and noticed the small smile on his face. The realization that it was happening more and more often only made the smile grow until it lit his whole being. He loved her, and she loved him. Simple as that. As if simple was simple. No. There was nothing simple at that, but still… she accepted him. Wanted him and only him. The smile turned to a chuckle and finally a burst of full-out laughter.

“You’re thinking about Lilly, aren’t you?” Sam broke the silence. A bright smile playing on his lips. His fingers tapping on the chair’s armrest.

“Is it that easy to tell?” Bucky looked at him through the reflection.

“You are the grumpiest person I have ever met. Still, when she is around, you become the softest person in the world.”

“Yeah, I guess I do.”

“When are you two getting married?”

“As soon as she comes back from training in Wakanda. I guess in a couple of months. I’m not sure.” He walked back and sat on the sofa. His mind lost in thoughts of a cottage and a lake.

“She will be fine, man. As long as you’re fine, she’s fine.”

“I know. I just don’t want to disappoint her again.”

“Again?”

“Well, you know….” He sighed and threw his head back. “With the blip thing and all.”

“This again?” Sam scolded. “You had no saying in it. It’s not like you just up and disappeared because you wanted.”

“I know, I know.” His metal fingers carded his hair. “Seeing her like that back when we found her half dead on our home’s floor scared the shit out of me. I never, ever want to see that again. And it was all because of me.”

“Bucky…”

“It was.” His tone filled with regret. He sat up to give Sam a good look. The muscles in his body stout. “I asked her to wait for me. I asked… and she did. She waited until her soul couldn’t anymore. I almost killed her.”

“I see nothing I say will change your mind. Have you talked to her about it?”

“It’s not that easy.” Closing his eyes, he rested his head on his hands.

“It is. Just talk to her.”

Bucky raised his head to look at Sam. His jaw clenched when a million thoughts crossed his mind. Lies, half-truths, and promises. “I will.” He settled on the truth, eventually.

Sam sighed. He shook his head and stood up to sit next to Bucky. “You two.” He cleaned the tiredness on his face. “You need to understand that what you do have is a blessing, Bucky.”

“You don’t need to tell me that.”

“Then why do the two of you behave like it is a curse?”

“What?”

“You think people don’t notice it?” He crossed his arms over his chest. “The way you treat each other? There’s love, and no one can say there isn’t. But there’s also fear. Fear of something that lives inside your minds. And it haunts you two. It doesn’t let you live.”

Bucky stared at the man beside him. He wanted to say something, anything, but nothing came out of his mouth.

“I was gone too. My sister was left alone with my nephews, and things are such a mess now. She is considering selling our parents' boat to pay some debts. It drives me crazy, but I’m not letting it stop me from being with them, you know? When I was gone, my nephews were just kids, and now they are so big. I lost too much time. I’m not losing it anymore.” Sam squeezed Bucky’s shoulder. “I’m not looking at the past. It is gone. I can’t come back to it or change it, but I can look forward and shape it as I want. And I want to be with them.” He patted his friend’s knee. “Think about it. Time is ticking, and we sure are not getting younger, if you know what I mean.” With that, he stood, looked at the mirror, and smiled at his own reflection. “And I look good in this!”

Bucky laughed. He laughed at the man in front of him. He laughed with the man in front of him. He laughed at himself, and then he just laughed. Sam’s words floating in his mind and echoing in his heart. ‘I’m not looking at the past. It is gone. I can’t come back to it or change it, but I can look forward and shape it as I want. And I want to be with them.’

In Bucky’s soul, a promise taking root. And I will definitely do anything to be with you, Lilly.

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