Reblog If Your Name Isn't Amanda.

sometimes I wanna reply “bitch me too” to my mutuals posts but I’ve never talked 2 them so they might not see it as friendly joking so i just dont

Is that actually your credit card number?

Just hit 22 followers AMA

Okay, I have to say something.

When I joined Tumblr in 2017, it had its faults. But - so many people interacted or commented or reblogged. On everything. It was such a fun little community of Star Wars fans and everyone else I was mutual with.

And now... it's crickets. I get that people have lives beyond fandoms, move on from interests, cycle through interests - but that's not what I'm saying.

No one reblogs anymore. With comments. Rarely. I get mostly hearts, but I have no idea what people actually think of most chapters and stories.

I know I've been in and out of the fandom since the pandemic started, due to my own personal reasons. Is that what this is? People don't want to interact with someone that's rarely there, and now that I finally beginning to enjoy fandom and writing again... There's no one.

And saying "find a different audience" or "follow new people" doesn't fully work. I might not like everything they post about and want to filter 10+ more tags to enjoy what I do care about.

I go through the tags, I know what pops up and what doesn't when you scroll. I've gone on friends Tumblr's and done the same thing.

Is this because Instagram and Twitter has created a reality that you shouldn't comment or reblog, less you're a stalker?

For a platform like this, reblogging and commenting on stuff shouldn't be a big deal. And if the OP doesn't want to engage...they don't have too. And they can delete your comment too, block you - and it has nothing to do with you as a person, because while your online persona reflects you, it isn't the person your coworkers, friends, and family know you as. And that's okay.

In the end it's just the internet and I'm just rambling about my thoughts here on this hellsite.

This is going to sound weird, but, I was thinking about how Deathgrippers are dragons that eat other dragons and I came to the conclusion that Rumblehorns evolved to complete with them. My evidence for this is that Rumblehorns can canonically punch through seastacks (solid rocks) and ships so if they do a hawk style dive bomb or a shark style attack from below the Deathgripper isn’t surviving and they have these massive pieces of rounded plate-like armor in areas that are the biggest target for a stinger that would probably keep the stinger from penetrating.

It’s a weird theory, I know, but I just like the image of a Rumblehorn repossessing a Deathgripper’s spine.

Wait, you’ve got a point…

A- a big point. Oh my… oh. OH. Yeah you’ve got something here! This makes so much sense! SHOOT

London

It's Show & Tell Time!

If you could live anywhere in the world for a year, with no language or financial barrier, where would it be?

Count Almaviva: (to Cherubino) Why are you in here being a good kid? Do something wrong so I can yell at you.

@dragonnnfly @sunraebirds @safelyendangered

Stand up and fight the Tumblr power!

48hr tumblr blackout proposal

tumblr mobile has seadily become near unusable these past few updates. not just from a user experience perspective (which is important enough in itself) but also from an accessibility perspective.

examples include the new way the image viewer works (if you can call it "working"), the tumblr live button replacing the profile button, and that newly created blogs will be forced to have their main dashboard tab be the 'for you' page.

the demands of the protest would be along the lines of:

reverse the recent image viewer update

scrap the new users 'for you' page default setting

let us turn off tumblr live indefinitely

increase efforts against spam / porn bots

make reporting abuse and hate speech as easy as reporting as reporting spam

let us go nuts show nuts again... for real this time

commit to improving usability and accessibility, and listening to users!

(suggestions welcome!)

to protest against these usability issues, and inspired by the recent reddit blackout, i propose a 48 hour blackout (where you don't use tumblr at all). preferably of both mobile and web (since web has problems too) but mobile is the focus here.

I suggest the 48 hours between the 30th of June to the end of the 1st of July.

this marks the end of pride month (for the "queerest place on the internet") and the start of disability month (since accessibility is a massive issue here).

tumblr office is in San Francisco, USA, so the times and dates will be calculated using their time zone (PDT).

you can find out the times and dates for your timezone here.

i can't afford to blaze this post so please spread it around as much as possible! protests only work if significant numbers show up!

Say in the tags what instrument you play or if you’re a singer

When I was a kid, a friend of mine got into trouble for a story.

We’d grown up down the street from one another in a rural neighborhood and he was pretty much my best/only friend until I was 7 and his family moved away. Then, several years later, when the internet was more of a thing, we reconnected and chatted online (this was the days of AIM and hotmail). 

I’d gotten into message boards, and we wound up on some of the same RP and writing forums with assorted other friends I’d made, and some of the RPs we wrote got… kinda dark. The group of us were nerdy, precocious kids whose parents didn’t keep track of what we read and so we digested some dark shit (everything from Edgar Allen Poe to Stephen King), and in our bumbling, childish way, explored and interacted with the themes we encountered through the fiction we were writing. This took place though middle school and into early high school.

One day, my friend wasn’t online. Or the next. I didn’t think about it much, as his activity was often sporadic at best, until my mom told me she’d heard from his mother and it turned out he was grounded. Apparently, his mom had gone on his computer and had found a story he’d been working on. A very dark, very grisly story, written from the point of view of a serial killer, stalking his victims.

I knew about this story. I’d read some of it. See, my friend was playing the antagonist/villain on an original fiction group RP some of us had set up, and wrote the story to explore his character’s backstory and motivations so he had a better grip on them when writing the character in our roleplay. And the kid was actually a pretty damn good writer. 

His parents, however, didn’t see it that way. He got in trouble, and I got to listen to my mom go on and on about how disturbing it was, how upset his poor mother must be, how glad she was that I wasn’t like that. 

And I said nothing.

I didn’t explain the context, even though it might have helped mitigate his punishment, if they realized he was just playing the villain in a group story and wasn’t some Columbine-in-the-making psychopath. I didn’t explain that I wrote characters even more depraved (though it shouldn’t have surprised anyone that I had, considering I was the kid obsessed with The Telltale Heart in the fifth goddamn grade).  And I definitely didn’t explain that I absolutely was ‘like that’, in that I was fascinated by the morbid stories and dark scenarios in my literal hundreds of books. 

Because I was scared shitless. Of being in trouble, sure, but also of being judged, and of being rejected and told I was sick and wrong. 

I hid my writing. I locked the floppy disks with my stories and wrote my notes in code. I became an expert at hiding my internet history and concealing my work from my parents. I continued to create, but largely in secret. To this day, my mother hasn’t read a single word of my fiction. And for years, I thought there was something wrong with me. That there was something fucked up, something dark and broken, something perverse that made me like that. 

Eventually, (and I mean YEARS down the turnpike here) I got past that and realized that plenty of people write dark stories and are perfectly well-adjusted, and that it’s not an indicator of being defective in some horrible way. And oddly enough, stumbling into fandom in my early 20s really helped me with that. Finding out that the kinds of stories I wrote that filled me with the most shame, the most self-loathing, were a whole goddamn genre, and that I wasn’t this strange little degenerate alone in the universe, but actually had pretty common narrative kinks? Was both a revelation, and a relief. 

Which is perhaps why I find it so upsetting now when I see people in fandom passing moral judgement on people over goddamn fiction, harassing or  ostracizing them based purely on the fact that the content they consume or create fails to meet some standard of purity. 

I’ve been watching people catch hell for stories since junior high, and I’m getting real tired of that shit. 

When I was 12, I said nothing. I was scared. Now, I know better, and I’m less scared and more salty, verging into downright irked. So I’m saying: Please, stop. Stop telling people they’re evil or warped for writing fictional stories about fictional characters just because they aren’t to your taste. Stop telling people they can’t explore darker themes or dynamics in their work, because it squicks you out. Stop being judgmental and obnoxious about something as societally inconsequential as fanwork, and stop suggesting there’s something wrong with people to make them like that.

We’re talking about stories, and stories are ideas; not actions. 

Judge people by the latter. 

(And no, my childhood friend did not go on to become a serial killer. Crazy method fucker turned into a huge theater nerd and was working on an MFA from an ivy league school last I checked)

reblog and put in the tags random words you now associate with a certain fictional character (like they character says this word a lot or something so now you always think of them)