Tumblr thought continued, I was doing my weekly blog trim because I reblog way too many things and I regret nothing, and I noticed that I can't see how many people have seen my posts. I can only see who left a positive mark (a like or a reblog or something) and that makes my heart happy. I love tumblr.
You guys know what I love about tumblr? The fact that there's no dislike button. There's an option to like a post if it makes you giggle. There's a button to reblog a post if it's cute or funny in a way that you want it representing you on your blog. There's an option to unlike a post if you've growm past liking it. There's a way to delete posts if you don't want them representing your blog anymore. You can blaze shit now... whatever the actual hell that means.
There are all of these options for helping content grow and keeping things around that bring you joy, but there's no dislike button. There's no thumbs down, because tumblr understands that the true opposite if love is indifference. If I don't like a post on my dash (I normally do because it's like 70% nondelphic posts at all times but that's not the point) I scroll past it. If a post or user makes me uncomfortable, I just hit the block button. No comfrontation or negativity required. And I just think that's nifty.
I just really love the tumblr app and community for that quality, how I rarely ever see any true negativity going around towards other members or content.
All right, that's it thanks for coming to my ted talk guys.
I'm in this picture and I don't like it ☹️
writing is 10% inspiration, 90% googling synonyms for ‘said'
Yeah Mr. Darcy’s proposal was a complete turd and a half but you gotta understand. You got your life together. A good career, stable income, retirement plan, all that shit together. And you meet this girl. And she’s everything. Clever, outspoken, funny, calls you on your bullshit. Grade A cutie, right? And she doesn’t go out of her way to spend time with you but she’s nice, and sometimes you catch her looking your way in a way that makes you think you might have a shot.
But her family. Holy shit.
First off, it’s p much ALL women, and mostly UNMARRIED women, which at this time means of something happens to her dad then you’re financially responsible for like. Four grown ass adults, potentially forever
Because mom in law is DEFINITELY gonna need someone to take care of her when dad in law kicks it, and they have like. NO money. So already you’re accepting that if all goes well, you’re gonna be one random old bag’s retirement home. That’s expensive and exhausting, yeah? Imagine asking someone on a first date knowing that if they say yes and things go good her high-strung chihuahua mother is gonna move in with you. IMAGINE.
And girly’s other sisters. Well, one is a sweetheart, yeah, so she probably won’t be an issue, but that still leaves three more, and two of those ones are INSUFFERABLE. Never went to school, dumb as rocks, spend cash like it’s toilet paper
And while one of the two is young still and might grow out of it the OTHER one is actively torpedo’ing her entire family’s reputation by wandering off with random dudes and chasing ass. She’s never gonna work, she can’t build connections, she’s a fucking sinkhole, and she’s being led on by the same goddamn con man ass leeching tit who’s been bleeding you dry while telling anyone who’ll listen that your family is full of ratty thieving bastards.
And if he dumps her after a week- WHICH YOU KNOW HIS BITCH ASS IS GONNA- you’ve got a SECOND UNMARRIABLE GROWN ASS ADULT TO PROVIDE FOR. And you KNOW she’s gonna be a tantrum-throwing little shit about it, and it’s not like you can lock her in the basement or something, you’re gonna have to bring her fucking. Everywhere. And give her an allowance and shit while she contributes zero, because again, she NEVER GOT EDUCATED AND HAS NO MARKETABLE SKILLS. She’s not even good to TALK to. FUCK
And you’re looking at this girl’s father like “please for the love of fuck get your spawn under control, marry them off, get them working on their résumé, learning to sew or be nursemaids or manage staff or SOMETHING, yall got no money and one foot in the grave” and that old man just laughs like “haha yeah, what can you do. lol”
So you’re looking to the mom and finally it’s making sense how she got that twitch in her eye and as MUCH as she is you’re starting to realize she’s the SMART one, desperately throwing her armloads of girls at random men like they’re a bunch of fucking lifeboats bobbing around a sinking ship, like yes Jesus Christ sweetly that life boat IS old and ugly and kind of boring but for FUCKS SAKE PICK ONE
And you look back at this girl who is ALSO REFUSING THE LIFE BOATS BY THE WAY and god damn it she’s still the most radiant thing you’ve ever seen so fine, fuck it, Christ alive, you’ll do it. You’ll shoot your shot. She’s everything you’ve ever wanted in anybody abut it’s not even just about that anymore, it’s about being her best fucking shot at a future, and even if she doesn’t like you all that much she’s still gonna say yes and that might break your heart a bit knowing it’s about the money but who knows, maybe it will at least be civil, or companionable, and even if she doesn’t LOVE you at least you’ll know she’s well and cared for
And so you’ll do it. You’ll take on the neurotic stress mess mother in law, the absent father, the broke ass wingnut no brain no money no future airhead sisters, the bad mannered relatives and the embarrassing behaviour and the impending future of sharing your entire shit with a clown parade of freeloaders, you’ll risk it all and accept the absolute certainty of financial ruin and emotional exhaustion for the rest of your whole ass life and you’ll make your own family deal with it too, you’ll do it, you’ll fucking DO IT, you stupid lovesick motherfucker
And so you go to this chick like “look. Your whole family’s a shitshow. You’ve got fucking nothing and you’re gonna die on the street. But for some reason- and I don’t get it either- I’ve fallen in love with you, and I wish I didn’t, but I did, so I’m telling you that whether you like me or not, I’ll give you everything. I’ll give you everything even if it’s the dumbest shit I ever done. Fuck my stupid Baka ass, I’ll marry you.”
And she looks at you- having heard or considered absolutely none of your months-long internal debate and monologue- and goes “The fuck did you just say about my family, you son of a bitch?”
And the shock of that is enough to jolt you back into a reality where you are able to actually hear and process what just came out of your damn mouth And yeah
Yeah, I think I kinda get it
C A T S !
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For those who have been asking about my writing schedule... it's about as erratic as my posting schedule, and susceptible to only occasional strokes of coherent thought that are either psychotic or genius. I could post like ten things in one hour one day and then be more dry than my ex's personality for the next week. Do not ask this of me 😭😭😭
YOU GUYS HELP I NEED HELP MY CAT IS LAYING ON MY LEGS AND HE'S SLEEPING BUT I HAVE TO GET UP BECAUSE SOMEONE IS AT THE DOOR BUT HE'S SO PRECIOUS AND MY PERFECT LITTLE ANGEL AND HE'S SLEEPING YOU GUYS WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO
the difference between good writing and great writing is how many times you’re willing to rewrite the same sentence until it sounds less like wattpad and more like pride and prejudice.
It’s okay if the first draft is bad…
It’s okay if the first draft is bad…
It’s okay if the first draft is bad…
It’s okay if the first draft is bad…
It’s okay if the first draft is bad…
It’s okay if the first draft is bad…
It’s okay if the first draft is bad…
can we please bring this real asf veggietales fact tweet back in 2025
Just your average queer writer, obsessed with a myriad of random BS that won't give me anything but amusement and happiness in life. 19, Minors please DNI.
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