whatever fits my mood

exactly what it says above

[writingdose]

Reblog if you do NOT want the new Tumblr update

Apparently, from what I hear people say, in the new Tumblr update, if someone reblogs your post and adds a comment of their own, that reblog is counted as a new post and it belongs to the reblogger. Not you. You, as the OP, do not get the notifications if someone else later reblogs from the person who reblogged your post with their own comment. You can’t see what comments people leave on the reblogs of the post you originally made unless they reblogged directly from you.

If this is actually true, it will just open doors for harassment. And also it takes the credits away from the OPs. Tumblr’s etiquette has always been “reblog don’t repost”. So this new update, if true, contradicts the whole core values of Tumblr as a community.

Respectfully, we don’t want this @staff @support @tumblr @changes please listen to your users.

I’d also like to clarify that this is what I hear from what a lot of people are saying, and it bothers me. But if I got anything wrong, I do apologize.

[writingdose]

© _ADWills

[daydreaming-robot]

[kimminiedrei]

Yes, I do prefer hardcopy books than reading it online. Yes, I also prefer to read fanfiction on my phone as my tbr section increases on my bookshelf.

[obsidianpegasus]

Basic Fandom Etiquette Everyone Needs to Remember:

Creators do not owe anyone content. Do not ask writers when they will update.

If an author did not ask for [negative] criticism , do not give criticism.

Read the tags carefully before reading a fanfic.

If you ignored the tags and were upset, that is your responsibility, not the creator’s.

Disliking a ship does NOT give you the right to attack people who enjoy it.

Do not tell authors or shippers that their ship is “disgusting,” “wrong,” or “shouldn’t exist.” Shipping fictional characters is not a moral failing.

No one is obligated to justify why they ship two fictional characters.

Headcanons are PERSONAL interpretations, not universal truth.

Dark themes in fiction do not equal real life beliefs or intentions.

Leaving kudos or short positive comments genuinely matters.

Not every fanwork is made for you, and that is okay.

Scrolling past content you dislike is better than engaging negatively

Enjoying a fandom later than others does not make someone less of a fan.

Disliking a fanfic does not entitle you to announce that to its creator. Sending hate comments to authors is NEVER justified, even if you disliked the work.

[kimminiedrei]

TW ‼️for allusions related to SA

I find myself wishing to be an amorphous blob.

Without my "apparently" "provocative" shapely legs, arms, and body,

Without my "evidently" "distracting" fair skin and face.

I wonder if the clothes with still be the one to blame then,

But I know even without skin,

They'll hunger for flesh.

In the absence of flesh,

They'll desecrate my bones,

Find a way to suck the marrow of my being.

And even after that, I doubt that they will ever have enough.

[fujokafka]

we need to bring back old school tumblr communication and im so serious. sending an ask to a mutual just to say hello. seeing three different asks in your inbox all asking how your dentist appointment went. seeing a post you think one of your mutuals would enjoy and tagging them/sending it to them in the dms. nowadays its just silently liking a post or (if youre feeling extreme) replying under posts. WHAT HAPPENED TO US!! we used to be a proper community!!!! #LetsBringWhimsyBack

[andthelaw]

reblog if you want ppl to send you random lil' asks

[kimminiedrei]

Love is Colorblind

I was cleaning up my room when I found my old notebook

It was filled with poetry and musings

In a time that was so confusing.

Truthfully, I missed writing like I did then,

But I didn't know where to start when I picked up my pen.

"Write what you know" is a tried and true advice

So I let ink bleed into paper to see what my knowledge can devise.

Let's see, I know that the sky isn't really blue like how the grass isn't really green

I don't remember the whole explanation, except that colours have wavelengths and the wave of colours that don't reach our eyes remain unseen.

But that doesn't mean they don't exist.

I think of romance, how it continues to elude me for quite some time.

I know it had caught my eyes once or twice, I've read it in my past rhymes.

I wonder if it had been there in the people I've met, in those I have befriended

I wonder if their feelings just weren't meant to reflect back to me, silently expended.

Or if it was me, have I taken a tumble one too many in this twisted life

That I have damaged an optic nerve meant to perceive whatever hue romance takes? If so, what strife!

To be doomed by its knowledge for having known it once then forever blinded from it. Someone born colorblind might have curiosity on how the red of red roses appears,

But someone who has acquired it may long for the vibrance they once revered.

But like I said,

The colours may not reach the eyes but it doesn't mean they're not there.

Even without red and green someone will love me in the afterglow

Because there is romance in yellow

Someone will adore me in a way sunflowers follow the sun

Devotion and loyalty that will leave me breathless and undone

And should blue and yellow fail me,

Should the rest of the colors flee

To be mixed together that it leaves my sight black

I'll punch the walls that cave me in 'till light bleeds into the cracks

Because I know someone will love me in white

In the vibrance of all colors of life, we'll delight

And it will be ours,

In a field of the brightest gardenias

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

FLOWER RESEARCH

- Sunflower = devotion, loyalty, eternal love, happiness

- White Gardenias = new beginnings & fresh start, hidden emotions/secrets (kinda used it as love that doesn't need an audience to exist, like our little secret but in a positive way but you can interpret it however ig)

COLORS RESEARCH

-White is all colors + light; Black is all colors + no light

-Vibrance - is the amount of brightness in a color

PS: I did a comparison on how types of colorblindness see other colors, yellow doesn't change much for people with damaged red and green, those wit damaged yellow and blue do not see the right color like wtf.

PPS: I don't know how I got from writing what I know to doing research for a poem I just wanted to write because I was sad.

[kimminiedrei]

I lowkey want to go back writing poetry about someone else's romantic love life because I have no said love life. I live vicariously through other people, I fear.

[memoires-blessees]

Re-blog this if:

- you’re gay - can read - support gay people - want to hold a match between your fingers as you wander the halls of an ancient castle because it’s your only source of light amidst the ghosts of people long past - are an antelope - or want a chocolate bar.

No one will know which applies.

[kimminiedrei]

Please tell me I'm not the only one who needs music while doing something, especially if it's chores, because otherwise I have no concept of time passing and would feel like I've been doing the thing for an hour when it's been barely 5 minutes.

Does it help me do the thing quicker? Probably not. But it helps me know, how much actually time I've spent doing the task. It also helps me not get bored and actually stay on the task rather than leave it for something interesting that caught my eye and my brain decided needs doing.

[kimminiedrei]

I just realized I watched Heated Rivalry how I read fanfiction. Meaning, I was able to keep a straight face watching the smut on my tablet when my mother was watching TV near me. Like it was hot, yeah, but like I can swallow down my reactions. However, I would need a five second break and would bite my lip and giggle whenever they inch their shoes together, smile while watching the other, snark at each other, hug each other. Like yeah it's sexy but LOOK AT THAT YEARNING. THAT DEVELOPMENT. The fluff feels like fizzy carbon tickling my throat.

[kimminiedrei]

Crazy how the only reason I understand the stakes in hockey and not feel lost on the lingo and sports of it all while consuming Heated Rivalry and its subsequent fanfics is because I read a 100K+ wolfstar hockey au. Everything is connected.

[sentientsky]

repeating this to myself forever and ever

[kimminiedrei]

Them: the worst that could happen is that you'd be rejected

Me: THAT IS THE POINT. As someone that is a people pleaser and is treated like a gifted child and was showered with lots of accolades as a kid and so everyone is saying what GREAT POTENTIAL I have and that I have a big bright future ahead of me because I am CAPABLE OF EVERYTHING. It's fucking hard trudging on waters I'm not sure of. The possibility of getting rejected and then knowing I have failed and most probably disappointed the people who have such high hopes for me feels like I'm walking to the gallows. Their judgement scares me to the point of freezing. I am anxious that I could feel bile rising as I write my letter of intent and fix my resume. There is this deep want in me to not try than to suffer the judgement of failing.

And the thing is, I know, it's not rational. Well, it is but it also isn't. I know I'm reacting this way because I have faced failure and have been judged in a way that scarred me. However, I also know that if I do not try I will only stagnate and atrophy and will loathe myself for it. It's like walking on a slippery diving board and I've already reached the ledge. Going back, is not possible. It's slippery, there is nothing to hold on to. A wrong step would make me fall anyway with an increase possibility of injury. Besides, there are others lined up to take the leap. Staying still is not an option. It is cold up high. There is nothing to do but jump. I just hope that I could swim up to the surface after the fall.

[kimminiedrei]

Just watched Dead Poets Society and I can't...

I ugly cried, hiccuped and sobbed my way to the ending. My head was aching throughout the night

I am glad I watched it now

I am disappointed I did not watch it sooner

I wish I could watch it again for the very first time

[kimminiedrei]

The woes of a psych grad with a family who mostly do not understand pysch

No, I cannot diagnose our relative with just one look and an hour interaction with me. Please stop badgering me for answers and being judgemental towards individuals who doesn't fit your definition of 'normal'

I have learned to manage other people's emotions but that doesn't mean I can do it for you 24/7 without a break. I. AM. NOT. YOUR. THE.RA.PIST.

Psych grads are informed enough to know about managing mental health but it doesn't mean we are not allowed to break. Or we have an unbreakable mental fortitude. Most of us are very fragile people fyi. So, yes, I may break down from a 'harmless' teasing especially when I have been feeling overstimulated and overwhelmed for a while.

Yes, I have wise words and good advice because I try to see things in different perspective. It is also why I'm an indicisive bitch with a shapeshifting identity. You do not get to pick and choose when you also reap the benefits.

Yes, I took this course because it's the closest thing to therapy that you would pay for and I could get.

Do not fucking pressure me on 'what's next?'. I took this course because of the trauma life gave me. A trauma I have hidden with such expertise you couldn't see it from the blinding medals, certificates and high praises from my teachers that I have buried it under. It's not because I see my future in it, no matter how much I fool everybody else with my speech on compassion and making a better and safer place. WAS THAT A FULLY SANE DECISION? NO. But I only did it cause you kept pressuring me to choose. So, no, I do not know where the fuck I am going with this. But I hope you know now what pressuring me results to. Nothing. Sane.

(Anything else is to be followed)