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lacunasbalustrade · 1 year
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I'd say one of the hardest things about social media that's difficult to be honest about is this:
we all want to be bffs. we want to have that unbreakable connection and bond with our mutuals. we want irl meetups and daily interaction and we want to feel like we belong to each other beyond the screen; and we need it to be proven to us through those likes and reblogs and comments.
and a lot of times that is not given to us because we simply aren't a part of their integrated life. that's difficult to accept. it's difficult to feel like you're throwing everything you are in front, like a peddler offering your wares, and no one is there.
patience is hard to learn.
you want someone to pop into your DMs first because you're shy. maybe you wish they would bring up that project the two of you were working on without you prompting. you want to feel like they are investing something and it's not just you speed-running towards them and babbling to a silent statue. that voice can get really loud sometimes.
but it's always worth it whether they end up reciprocating or not. obviously we would like to be true mutuals. obviously we would like that deep connection. rejection can still teach us invaluable things, and people can be beautiful whether they love you or not, whether you're precious to each other or not. even if you're not in the group photo, sitting behind them and seeing how they grow is still worth it. same thing with how we appreciate the fandoms of our mutuals that we're not in.
not trying means you'll never be reached out to. if you are let's be honest you didn't deserve it. and that's exactly why the concept of 'grace' and 'salvation' exist. if you do get that chance...if you're lucky enough to be the one they chase after.... don't ever let it down.
there are people who are afraid of appearing petty when they wonder why their post has fifteen or less notes. every single notification is a blessing. a single follower is a miracle. and it hurts whenever you've been steadfastly interacting with someone and they don't deign to respond back. don't say that it's seeking attention. does wanting someone to like you online have any difference from wanting someone to like you in real life? no. no matter if they say not to take it personally. it's still a rejection.
rejection is inevitable. sometimes it's for the better. rejection is at the very least a clean cut. it's a lot easier than holding out to see if they'll ever reply to you. if we're being real drunk / feeling down tonight, we might even admit that you feel like the bad guy talking to them first when they so clearly need their space.
and it's so truly difficult to be honest about these things. you don't want to show them the needy side of yourself. you don't want to ramble. you don't want to appear as manipulative as you fear you are. you have your pride. often it can be liberating and not as scary as you thought it would, to be truthful and own up to your own behaviour, good or bad, instead of shirking from it. there are people who do this so easily, I'm almost blinded.
so I'm trying. faith in being able to get up without them, can sustain you through the emptiness of wondering where the hell they are. belief that they're good people. that's the validity you need to wait on them. wanting to make this a fruitful relationship. online or offline, this still applies. it's why we wait in line at coffee shops. everyone has their priorities and loving is knowing you won't always be the first but making them one of yours anyway, platonically or otherwise.
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bryonyashaw · 6 months
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selfhealingmoments · 10 months
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mecachrome · 2 months
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That's a brave thing to say in a McLaren interview, isn't it?
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shazy761 · 9 months
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loumands · 10 months
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Early Barbie reactions. Ryan Gosling supporting actor oscar race is officially ON
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filmnoirsbian · 2 months
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introspectres · 5 months
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A strategy for creatives who share art online that has helped me tremendously:
step 1: finish art
step 2: share w/ small peer group for immediate "good job"s / positive feedback
step 3: wait a week or more then post it online. Ideally by scheduling it in advance.
After the week buffer, I'm usually already excited about my next project, so I tend to care a lot less about how the first is received on social media. No notes? No worries, we'll keep moving forward
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minty364 · 3 months
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DPXDC Prompt #61 part 1
Danny didn’t like thinking about his old life. He was born to a family of assassins and as soon as he was out he never looked back. He had to fake his death and he changed his name, as far as anyone knew Damian Al Ghul had died on a mission to America. He was determined to keep this secret to the grave. Of course he knew who his dad was, Bruce Wayne was a prominent figure and he knew if we went there his secret would get out and he never wanted to be forced to be an assassin again. Once was enough. 
Danny knew he had a soft heart, his adoptive parents, the Fentons and Jazz had told him so. Jazz knew he didn’t have the greatest childhood or past but she never pried, she understood his business was his and wouldn’t let her own curiosity get the better of her. The only issue their family had was their parents obsession with ghosts. Damian never believed in ghosts, the entire thing sounded like a hoax. He probably never would have believed in them but then life happened. 
Danny believed, but it was kind of hard not too after everything that happened. When he had turned 14, his parents finished their biggest project yet. A portal to the ghost zone, of course it doesn’t work at first and his parents were very disappointed. Danny felt conflicted about the whole thing. On one hand he wanted his parents to succeed and he wanted them to be happy, on the other the portal was the reason he ate alone with his sister at night. He wanted a normal family life, something he was never allowed back at the league. 
He did something so stupid that night.
After his parents along with his sister were asleep, he crept down to the basement and stood in front of the empty hole in the wall. He looked around the outside of it first but nothing seemed to be out of place. Then he stepped into it and before he got too far into it something happened. He knew there were a lot of cords on the floor and thought he had avoided them all, but as he realized he was quickly being acquainted with the floor, he out of instinct held his hand out to catch himself on the wall. Right onto the ON button.
He didn’t remember much but pain after that.
A lot happened in the year after the portal was turned on but Danny thought he was taking things well. His sister found out about everything sooner than he liked but having someone to help him was something he didn’t realize he really needed until then. The ghost attacks were frequent and Danny was having trouble finding the time for school, friends, and fighting ghosts that the assistance helped a lot. 
Danny sat at as desk in Mr. Lancers class, who was going on about the play Hamlet. Danny was only half paying attention, he was preoccupied thinking about the latest conversation he had with Clockwork. Danny was recently crowned prince after his victory over Pariah Dark. He didn’t want the crown, ancients knew what Grandfather would do if he ever found out, but he had no other option but to accept. The conversation left him rather drained and it felt like every word his teacher spoke bled together. 
He eventually made his way to lunch and before he could make it to his destination a blue mist wafted out of his mouth. Sighing he ran out of the room to find a place to transform. Once he was Phantom he wasted no time finding the ghost. Of course it was Boxie. 
Before he had time to even fight though a portal opened up right besides Danny and he was kicked in by the Box Ghost. The world seemed to swirl around him until he landed harshly onto some pavement. The pavement was a roof and he appeared to be in a city. 
Not just any city he soon realized as he looked over to a bank that had the words ‘Gotham Bank’ brightly plastered on the front.
Shit… Danny wanted to avoid something like this, unfortunately the portal was already gone. 
After taking a moment to think about his predicament he decided the best course of action was to call Jazz.
He took a look around the rooftop he was on and when he didn’t see anyone he transformed back. 
Pulling out his cell from his pocket he pulled up his sister's contact on it and hit the call button. 
His sister took a bit longer than usual to answer but the hesitation in her voice caused him to pause, “H-hello?”
“Jazz, it’s Danny, we’ve got a code green,”  he knew setting up code colors with his sister would come in handy. Red meant he was gravely injured, yellow meant the ghost got away and he was in pursuit, blue meant he caught the ghost, and green meant he fell through a portal or something similar. 
There was silence on the other line for a moment and Danny was almost going to say something else but she spoke, “How do you know my name?”
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kiindr · 9 months
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stop letting social media and society set the timeline of your life. you're not too old to go back to school. you're not too old to get married. you're not too old to enjoy playing in the park or filling in coloring books.
you're never too old to just be a person.
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bitsbug · 3 months
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I don't know if this is an exclusively me thing, but I don't think I'll ever get over how just, completely pleasant tumblr is. People leave nice comments on my art & I get to see funny tags in my notifications & I get to make more friends & I'm allowed to gush/infodump as much as I want & there's no pressure to keep up with others ... Even with all the janky design, it's a very calm experience.
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intersexfairy · 1 year
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hey you. the scrolling. does it spark joy? is being on social media right now making you happy? if it is, great!but if you're finding it's not making you happy, know it's okay to step back!
there's so much joy out there. please take a moment to allow yourself to experience some. when you come back, try to make your social media experience healthier for you.
unfollow, block, filter terms. take an extended break, or leave apps/communities as a whole. do whatever you need to do. your wellbeing matters.
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redvelvetwishtree · 6 months
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i-hear-a-sound · 8 months
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leftism leaving peoples bodies the moment people with severe facial/bodily differences exist
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checanty · 3 months
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Lol. I rarely check Facebook comments and just found out some guy has been doing some serious trolling under one of my posts (the words 'I want you to suffer' may have been typed), including getting increasingly pissed about how I wasn't responding to said trolling. Also, somebody has been reporting all my current Instagram posts for stuff, which is fine as I wasn't breaking any rules and the content moderators agree, but now I'm wondering whether this is connected. And then I'm wondering if this is an emotionally abusive ex-client having a meltdown. If so, I'm sorry dude, you've already thickened my skin. This can't shake me anymore. (also going semi-viral on Twitter. Best way of realizing people's behaviour is mostly about them and not about you)
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