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shinsources · 1 month

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Why can't FFN.Net have a site wide Dark Mode instead of just on the fanfics?? Why can't AO3 have a Dark Mode without the need of an account to even enable a Dark Mode skin?? Dark Mode should be accessible by default and for free to everyone without the need of an account and/or third-party extension for everyone. That is especially true for those with eye problems, light sensitivity, and what have you.

#fanfiction.net #archive of our own #ao3 #ffn.net #fanfiction #fanfics #dark mode #eye sensitivity #third party extensions #third party addons #extensions #addons #I'm just tired of dark mode not being accessible by default on all websites tbh.#And this is free to reblog btw.

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timemachineyeah · 4 months

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last night I was looking for a post on my blog (because I remembered linking a video I wanted to find again) and when I opened the filters on the search (this is on the mobile website, not desktop or the app) there was a little toggle for “Originals Only” that filtered to only my original posts and I was like “oh shit how long has tumblr had this feature, that’s awesome” anyway I was on a mission so I finished my mission but now this morning I was like “I wanna search this other blog and while I do should get a screenshot of that feature to boost its existence and ask we get it for our dashes too” and it’s gone. No longer on my blog, not on others. Was I temporarily blessed by some spirit??? What happened to that beautiful filter??? It’s only been twelve hours??? Was I accessing the site some strange way that made it appear???

#I know xkit had something like that idk if they still do #but this was on mobile so it can’t have been a third party extension #timemachine wuz here #tumblr

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19thcenturyfuck · 6 months

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auditioned for a band. manager dude said i sounded great and wanted me to join as the lead vocalist...but also specifically wanted me to sing higher and train myself to sing in the higher part of the mezzo-soprano range. as soon as i made it clear i did not want to do this he suddenly switched right around to saying i sounded terrible anyway. i can't believe i just encountered the music industry version of the guy on tinder who says you're hot until you reject him then suddenly you're ugly and he totally wasn't even that into you 💀

#anyway after extensive googling of definitions and testing of my own voice ft. a piano #i have once again CONFIRMED that my range is basically right smack-dab in-between baritone and tenor #but now i'm paranoid like......what if i do sound bad and nobody's been brave enough to tell me 💀#like i think i sound good. i think my voice is very strong #BUT now i'm like what if i just can't hear how bad it is...#i need an unbiased third party (someone who doesn't know me personally and isn't afraid to be honest) to listen to me sing!!#(outside of the context of karaoke bars. because nobody expects u to sound good at a karaoke bar)

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godsiick · 8 months

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this fuckass website is SO stupid gimme back my timestamps

#mun;;#tbd;;#theyre not even standard i need a third party extension to put them in!!!!

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artfightdramaconfessions · 11 months

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I feel like the sh thing would be easily solved by having a proper tagging system and the ability to blacklist tags. Don't wanna see sh scars? Blacklist the tag

#artfight #art fight #artfight2023 #submission #there IS a tagging system?#but yeah #not sure if there's the ability to blacklist yet without a third party extension?#someone can correct me if im wrong #cw self-harm mention

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cowardstiel · 9 months

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funny that tumblr likes to clown on twitter w/ its blue badge and 601 post badge but hardcore twitterfied the desktop dashboard at the expense of usability

#anyway thank god for xkit #this is the tumblr experience ig #said with disdain #a site so bad u need a third party browser extension to make it usable #my post #lily complains about tumblr yet again

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battstatix · 1 year

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ngl i really don’t understand people who think the fanfiction website is some kind of paragon of usability. the fact that you can’t permanently save your search/filter settings is literally insane, i should not have to check the “please no rape or pedophilia” button every time i want to look for fanfiction. i shouldn’t have to manually type “incest” into the filtered tags list every time. i should be able to block a tag for a pairing even if it’s not problematic and i’m just a little hater. if tumblr can figure out this basic ass feature then i don’t know why a site that’s been in “beta” for over a decade hasn’t yet. not even getting into the actual fic-posting interface being a clunky piece of ass.

#i know there's third party browser extensions idc it should be basekit #i know im swinging at the hornets nest with this one but like seriously #the hype doesn't match the result

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esoteric-brustle · 1 month

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Banlisted myself so my feed doesn't show things I reblog, is there a more effective way to do this without using an external tool? Is this anything someone else has issues with sometimes?

#third party extension #feed curation #accessibility settings #recursion #not meant to be concerning #the nonself

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fratboycipher · 11 months

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obligatory welcome guide for redditors

A lot of the guides I've seen don't actually seem to understand how reddit works in comparison to tumblr so

your blog is basically your own small subreddit. some people curate this heavily to fit a theme, like a sub, most people don't

reblogs are culturally equivilant to upvotes but functionally equvilant to crossposting

there is an algorithm. it sucks and nobody uses it. turn it off in settings. everything is generally chronological

likes are functionally equivilant to saving a post

you've probably already seen this but change your icon and put something in your bio or people WILL assume you're a bot. personal info not required

generally, anything you would put as a comment on a thread should go in the tags or the replies of a post. only add comments in reblogs if you want it to become part of the base post

tags are mostly equivilant to flairs, used for organization and commentary

your dashboard is an aggregation of everyone you follow

there is an r/all equivilant(trending page) but it sucks and nobody uses it

our search also sucks. your best bet is using tumblr.com/tagged/[TAG] and not /search

there are no mods

by extension, reporting something doesn't put it in front of the mods, it sends it to staff, who may or may not do anything(usually they don't)

there is no karma, there are no karma limits. anyone can reblog anything, comment/reply to anything, or post in any tag

"reposting"(reblogging) old content doesn't matter. people can and will reblog the same post multiple times, including in a row

CAVEAT. reposting someones art(NOT reblogging, making a new post) is a dick move. i know this is commonplace on fandom subs but its not necessary here. everything you post should be [OC] unless you are reblogging. or posting shitty memes

we have our own sitelore, you'll pick it up

(though im not opposed to bringing some over from reddit)

our app also sucks. we do not have third party apps and any that claim to be are scams. sorry

for desktop, most people use the XKit Rewritten extension for QoL improvements and to revert shitty aesthetic updates, much like old.reddit

we have no idea where the porn rules are at either. add a mature content flag to anything you'd get fired for looking at at work, that's about it

finally, from the bottom of my heart, fuck u/spez

#reddit #r/196 #r/tumblr #r/curatedtumblr #196 #curatedtumblr #reddit blackout #reddit api #dunno if anyone will read this. but if it helps im glad #im an active reddit user whos very bummed abt the site imploding #so if yall want to come here im happy to help #tilki

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championsofmyheart · 9 months

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XKIT OPTION TO CHANGE IT BACK PLEASSEEE ON MY HANDS AND KNEES PLEASE XKIT YOURE MY LAST HOPE

#hello staff. have you considered that if your users revert every change you make immediately with a third party extension maybe your changes #are bad #have you considered that #kys

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ceilidho · 2 months

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prompt: forced throuple au; Ghost decides that you and Johnny are his (part 2; ghoap x reader) part 1

The hard part is admitting to himself that he doesn’t know how to function on leave without Ghost’s voice in his ear.

Johnny’s two days into his annual leave when that stray thought crosses his brain. Out with chums even, packed into the booth of an old pub in his hometown, the leather well-worn and a match on the telly that he half watches while one of his mates goes up to the bar to order another round for them. In between his third and fourth pint of lukewarm mild, he thinks something like, wonder what Simon’s up to.

The thought comes and then keeps coming. Keeps cropping up when he least expects. At the pub (wonder what Simon’s up to), in line at the grocery store (wonder how Ghost takes his steak), drowsily puttering around the kitchen while making breakfast (no way he wears the mask at home), listening to some guy in front of him hack up a lung at the dry cleaner (Lt’d do his fuckin’ head in if he was here), and even in the shower with his head tipped back, rinsing out the suds (wonder if he’s got a girl tucked away at home).

Is it so unusual? Johnny can’t remember a time in his life when someone lived in his head night and day, but Ghost’s presence feels like an extension of his own these days. He’s cycled through girlfriends without a care in the world, without contemplating their existence for half as long, but they never cradled his life like a small bird in the palm of their hands and returned it safe and sound, did they?

Still, he feels it like a knot in his chest. Dreams about Ghost even; wakes up hot and hard, and scrubs his hand down the side of his face when he sits up in bed. Phantom memories of a body heavier than his weighing him down (just the duvet) and a thick hand curling around his dick (his own hand wrapped around his shaft, rubbing one out in his sleep).

He shakes it off, but it follows him out into the real world. Looking at the door of a coffee shop and thinking absentmindedly, Ghost would have to duck under that.

Johnny puts it out of his mind. As much as he’s able to, that is. Chalks it up to some kind of hero worship. He’s worked with superior officers before—plenty of times, hundreds of times—but there are few men of Ghost’s calibre, both in skillset and mystique. Not to mention the sheer size of the guy. And what is Johnny if not a moth to a flame?

Better not to ruminate. He casts the memory of seeing Ghost’s dick in the showers after their last mission (monstrous thing, uncut, pubes darker than the hair on his head, more than a mouthful—it’d give him lockjaw) out of his head. Doesn’t think about it. Laughs at a mate’s joke at the pub when he didn’t catch a word of it to mask the way he perked up at the sight of a wide-shoulder man until he turned around, giving Johnny a proper look at his face.

He’s not ready to think about it. Might never be able to really look at why he eats it up, why he struts around with his chin cocked just a bit higher than usual because he knows everyone else is watching him with equal parts envy and curiosity for being Ghost’s favourite.

Then, one day, he meets a girl.

Johnny’s not winning an award any time soon for world’s best son, but he knows a thing or two. The first thing being chocolates and the second being flowers. His sisters handle the rest; they fuss about the party, get a gift certificate to the spa, send out the invites—all that fun stuff. He’s sent off for the bare essentials. Practically kicked out of the house by his oldest sister—nearly brains himself on the asphalt and tugs his windbreaker on when it’s thrown out the door after him a second later, grumbling about being the errand boy.

He picks up a box of chocolates from the corner shop (not fancy enough, his sisters will probably bitch, but that’s a problem for later) before heading down the road to the florist. There’s a bench out front stacked with tin flower vases, the only spot of colour on a dreary spring morning. He spends a couple minutes chatting with the cashier and flirting a bit halfheartedly (he thinks maybe it’ll be worth it if it gets him a discount, even five percent off) until the florist comes out from the back.

“Jesus, who gave ye the right?” Johnny breathes, horse blinders on, vision narrowing on the object of desire coming out of the back in a linen apron and simple t-shirt underneath, scissors poking out of the front pocket.

“The right?” she repeats back, blinking.

“To leave the house lookin’ so fuckin’ gorgeous. Glad I wasn’t driving when I passed you by��woulda been in a twenty car pile up.”

She’s not impressed in the slightest. It’s thrilling. By that point, the cashier is long forgotten. Probably not the best impression he’s ever made, but he’s made worse ones. It’s not every day he comes across an angel. Hard to be polite in front of a real life miracle.

He wears her down over the week though, showing up each day for a new bouquet. His mam’s never liked him more, so at least there’s that. His sisters side-eye him whenever he ducks out of the house to head down the road to the florist’s, but even they know better than to bring it up and risk pissing off their mam. He interrogates her about flowers and her job, makes his presence unavoidable, a week long siege that ends with Johnny taking her out to dinner and then letting her take him to bed.

He wakes up nestled in her cozy apartment above the flower shop, stretching out and making himself right at home. When she trades in her linen apron for a terry cloth robe and stands expectantly by the door, Johnny just grins. Shows all of his teeth.

“Are ye just gonna use me and kick me out?” he pouts. Folds his hands behind his head and digs a foot into the sheets, trying to sink into the mattress. Little king in his castle.

“You know, you don’t have to pussyfoot around with me. Weren’t you just trying to get laid?” she asks, brow arched. The disbelief thick in her voice makes it clear what she thinks of him.

“No’ just some playboy, hen,” he scoffs. “I have feelings too.”

Her other eyebrow lifts. He’s tickled pink.

He plays the part well, he supposes. Lounges in bed and eats grapes all morning while she stares at him from the kitchen like he might dissipate at any moment. He’s used to leaving a false impression, like a lake that someone builds their house next to until years go by and someone says I think this was once a meteor.

When she comes back to bed around mid morning, Johnny wastes no time pulling her up onto the bed until she plants her cunt over his mouth and sinks down onto his waiting tongue.

Candy sweet pussy, he thinks blissfully, then says it out loud because he can never keep his mouth shut. It must tickle because she yelps and nearly pulls away from his face altogether, but he wrenches her back down, fingers digging into her ass cheeks a bit too forcefully. He’ll pay for that later.

In the aftermath, when she collapses beside him in bed and rests her head on his chest while he plays with her hair, he itches in his skin to message Ghost. It perplexes him. They never text, he and Ghost; they don’t call, they don’t write, they don’t email. For all intents and purposes, their relationship ends at the perimeter around base, dissolves to nothing. It’s not Ghost’s fault he trickles into Johnny’s dreams sometimes.

A week goes by. Calm the mind. He thinks of Ghost and his fingers tremble and the phone stays silent and he lets the thought go. Steady. Breathe in and out. His caryatid girl slips in and out of his sheets, hesitant always like he might leave. Johnny doesn’t know if she wants him to, wants to feel vindicated in her assumption, but of all her wants, that ranks the lowest in his mind.

He spirals deeper into it, infatuated. She’s sweet but snippy, candy sweet with a sour kick—everything he’s ever wanted in a girl. Ever unimpressed, watching him with a small, hidden smile, amused despite herself.

Johnny wonders if this is the universe waving its hand in front of his face. Yoohoo, missing something?

He looks pointedly away.

It’s new, but maybe he’s like every other military man in the world, unable to go with the flow, dissatisfied with seeing where things go. He needs instant gratification, everything now-now-now, the certainty of commitment—he spills blood with everyone he knows, so why would his girl be any different?

Returning back to base is harder this time around. The last day of his leave is an exercise in restraint, tempered only by her smile when he sees her off at the door to her apartment, reluctant to leave.

“C’mon, promise me you’ll call, hen,” Johnny mumbles into her mouth, catching her answer with a languid swipe of his tongue. His arms press her tight to his chest, digging his hands into her back pockets and giving a good squeeze, relishing in the way she squeaks. “How’m I gonna survive without ye, huh? They’re gonna have to jumpstart my heart after it gives out from missing ye so bad.”

“So dramatic. You have my number,” she says when he finally pulls back enough to let her speak.

“No, please, baby, please—promise me—”

“Oh my god, alright, fine—I’ll call. Now get going already.”

The drive back to base leaves him feeling bedraggled, lost. When he gets in, it’s straight to the barracks, an hour long nap before reporting to Price, dragging his feet the whole way over. Moping, for lack of a better word, until he rounds a corner and nearly collides with someone that stops him with a single hand on his shoulder.

When he looks up to eyes rimmed in black paint, the world lightens. His shoulders lift.

“Wipe that smirk off your face, Johnny.”

It takes Johnny awhile to bring her up with Ghost. Something keeps holding him back, choking him when he tries to say it outloud. He blames it on uncertainty (had to be sure she was the one, Lt, ye ken?) but he feels the truth at the core of him. When he does finally muster up the nerve to pass his phone to Ghost where her photo is front and centre, no mistaking his intentions, he waits on tenterhooks for a reaction.

Only breathes out when Ghost asks to meet her. He can do that.

“Aye, Lt. Just for you.”

#99% chance im gonna edit this to fuck before i post it on ao3 because im trying to properly balance the pov switch #also its not done yet #ceil writing #cod mw2 #cod x reader #ghoap x reader #ghost/soap/reader #ghost x reader #soap x reader #ghost/reader #soap/reader

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madseance · 1 year

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Hollywood Writers Strike: Official Sources

The Writer's Guild of America has voted to strike, and I want to get out ahead of something Tumblr is bad about doing and encourage y'all to PLEASE get your information about the strike from the guild itself, not from random people on Tumblr telling you it's "actually" about this or that.

The WGA wants the public to understand why they are striking. They have plenty of info available that is written with a general audience in mind.

WGA.org is the official website of the Writer's Guild of America West.

WGAwest is on Twitter and posting extensively about the negotiations and strike. This account is linked from the WGA website.

WGA also has a Linktree (linked from their Twitter bio) with more information about the strike, including their own Twitter threads about various strike issues, as well as articles in the media.

WGA Contract 2023 is a website full of information about the strike. It is one of the first links in the Linktree above. It's a great resource if you want to get deeper into the subject. There is a FAQ.

Any third party explaining the issue for you has an opportunity to, intentionally or not, insert their own spin or agenda. Get the information from the source.

#writers strike #writers' strike #writer's strike #writers strike 2023 #wga #writers guild of america #hollywood writers strike

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