not knowing how to respond to messages and forgetting about them for so long that it becomes impossible to respond to them without it being weird is the bane of my socially awkward existence
as a nonbinary person I shall only be posting my left titty which is my boy titty, and not the right one which is the horrid unclean girl titty, this is as tumblr has decreed
Okay tumblr what was it? was it the (socked) feet? Was it the rats in their space pod? was it the hand barely visible on the side? the word “scritches” in the description? What was explicit about that image????
@little-eclipse-kitten is at my house scritchin my rats and watching she-ra. Life is good.
ngl I’m tired of those posts making fun of “she let out a breath she wasn’t aware she was holding” and all that kind of sentences. sure it’s been used and used and used, but it’s there for a reason, just like describing characters’ clothes at times is there for a reason. letting out a breath tends to be there to show the character had been so wrapped up in whatever’s happening that they weren’t even aware they had been holding their breath. has no one ever done this in real life? really? you really expect me to believe you’ve never been so wrapped up in something you didn’t realise you were or weren’t doing some basic things?
to any writers out there feeling bad for writing this sentence or any variations: do it. write the thing. make your characters let out those breaths at those important moments. if it’s your favourite way to show how important a thing/moment is for your character, then by all means, use it! editing and rewriting drafts will eventually tell you if you need to change it or cut down in its uses but don’t let the haters keep you from writing your story
there’s something about it that’s just disturbingly real.
like i can come here and spout whatever nonsense i want, and ya’ll will tolerate it.
twitter is like an alien world where i don’t know what’s gonna happen, if fucking ted cruz is gonna respond to me or what.
it’s nerve wracking, it’s too mainstream.
i prefer this bullcrap where no one knows anyone or what’s going on at any given time.
But do u remember that time when a writer came at you here?
that’s true, but unlike twitter, i was only tumblr shamed.
and tumblr shaming doesn’t work on me because tumblr shaming is like if a group of furries came with signs to shame a filthy otaku.
on twitter, it’s like JK Rowling is gonna slap me with some half assed white corporate feminism and have her drones of cult followers come to shit on me for speaking.
or like blake shelton is gonna @ me for making fun of his music, and all of his fans are gonna light the fire under my feet.
it’s way different, being controversial on a mainstream media site.
tumblr’s a cesspit of stupidity, but it’s an obscure and strange cesspit of stupidity.
twitter’s a little too real.
trump and obama can have a rap battle on twitter and make it a part of us history.
tumblr isn’t the same way.
we all die in obscurity on tumblr, and i prefer it.
twitter feels like im in full sight of the snipers and i cant even duck behind a clown car to avoid them
On tumblr you’re in the clown car, hurtling towards a cliff at mach 3 with a few dozen others in the same car.
See, it’s metaphors like these that you can only get on Tumblr, that perfectly describe what it’s like being on Tumblr.
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