Just thinking about people making year-end summaries of their accomplishments and also about reasons to keep yourself alive through the next year. Sorry, it’s a bit of a sappy comic.
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‼️PSA: SCAM ALERT‼️
PLEASE REBLOG TO SPREAD AWARENESS!
Scammers are gaining access to legit/established accounts and messaging their followers/people they've previously dm'd to steal money/access to their accounts.
This is important because one of the accounts they STOLE @/yetacomis does legit commissions! We've shared email/payment info and she's done this commission for me.
They will contact you telling you that they've reported you and that they've got their friends to report you too in order to scare you. They may even mention they mistook you for another user or provide a fake case number.
Here are the fake/doctored images they sent:
How can you protect yourself?
1. Tumblr will NEVER ask you to contact them via discord for account disputes. If you are banned/suspended/in violation of a rule an automated email will come from a tumblr dot com email address. Any communication with a human is user initiated and comes from their zendesk ticketing system.
2. Turn on 2FA (2-Factor Authentication). This way if you are scammed they will not immediately gain access. Tumblr will NEVER ask for your 2FA code. NEVER GIVE OUT YOUR 2FA CODE!!!
Ironically enough I received this message literally 10 minutes before I saw a dm from my moot @ramonathinks telling me she got something similar from a different account @/carlkojee.
Here is what she received:
Please comment below any additional compromised accounts and I will add them here.
Here is the list so far:
@/yetacomis
@/carlkojee.
@/bloodymoonkitty
@/somewhereimhappywith
@/duckygrimraw
@/patronsabea
@/agatipdiaysilamaoto
I am reporting them to tumblr as well as the discord user names to discord. But please stay vigilant as these aren't just random accounts.
Again report any accounts who reach out to you immediately, do not click any links from them nor give them ANY of your account information.
sorry for clogging famdom tags but i would like this to reach as many people as possible to prevent anymore stolen accounts, especially if they scam more legit accounts that may actually have the credibility to fool some people.
'lazy people don't feel guilty about not doing anything' is insane to me and I have been trying to make my brain believe it for a long time, it shocked me to my core when I first heard it
SHOUT OUT TO EVERYONE WHO STILL TRIES TO GET BACK INTO THE SWING OF THINGS AFTER DEPRESSION HIT THEM HARD. THERE ISN’T ENOUGH RECOGNITION FOR THOSE PEOPLE WHO KNOW THAT THEY’RE GOING TO LOSE INTEREST AND MOTIVATION AGAIN BUT PUSH THEMSELVES TO DO STUFF ANYWAYS. YOU ARE FIGHTING A DAILY BATTLE WITH YOUR OWN THOUGHTS AND YOU’RE STILL COMING OUT ON TOP, YOU’RE ALL BRAVE AS FUCK
You are responsible for curating your own online experience.
If something upsets you, makes you angry or queasy or triggers you, stop reading/looking at it. Avoid things that might make you feel that way.
Learn to use the Sort and Filter function on AO3, especially the Exclude tools.
On social media, block and mute accounts / tags / words when necessary.
If you hated something, you don’t need to tell that to the creator or start pointing fingers at them publicly.
The Back button is free. Use it.
Addendum:
Yes, for this to work, creators need to tag their works accordingly, so that people know what sort of content they are about to engage with and can nope out if necessary.
I will probably make another PSA about the importance of proper tagging later.
Ship And Let Ship
or SALS
You are allowed to ship whatever you want.
Everyone else is also allowed to ship whatever they want.
You are entitled to dislike or even hate a ship. If you want to do this online, in public, don’t use the ship tags for hate posts.
If you see someone posting about a ship they like and you don’t, there is no need for you to start arguing with them in their replies / comments / QRTs / reblogs. Don’t throw your hate in their face.
Do not harass fan creators or fans for shipping something you disapprove.
All of this also applies to liking / disliking an individual character.
Addendum:
”I agree with this, except when…”
No, then you are NOT agreeing with this.
Let me make this VERY clear. There are NO exceptions. None.
You don’t EVER harass real people over pixels.
If you disagree with this, kindly block and move on.
Your Kink Is Not My Kink
or YKINMK / YKINMKATO
The longer version is ”Your Kink Is Not My Kink And That’s Okay”.
People have different tastes. Not everything is for everybody.
Even if you don’t like a specific kink, other people are still allowed to use it in their creations.
You are entitled to dislike kinky content and think that it’s ”weird”.
Don’t kink shame or judge people based on their kinks.
This goes both ways: your kink is not someone else’s kink, so don’t push it onto those who are not into it.
Be Kind
or Don’t Be An Asshole
Focus on the things you like instead of the things you hate.
Create and unite instead of destroying and dividing.
Don’t harass real people over fictional things.
Stop stirring up petty drama just to get some attention on social media.
Stop trying to ”win”. Fandom is not a competition.
Remember that your own experiences aren’t universally shared. Your perception of things can differ from someone else’s, but that doesn’t mean either of you is necessarily wrong.
Now that The Pitt is up and running again, I find it very important to respect each other in the fandom space.🥰
The world is currently bad enough as it is, we don't need to put others down because of a fictional show.🥰
Be kind and stay safe out there.🥰
Part 1
Jack was up and moving to be at Robby’s side.
The wide eyes and lack of color on his husband’s face was a state Jack had only seen Robby in a few times before. His husband was seconds away from a full-blown panic attack. Jack knew what to do, knew he couldn’t hesitate.
He’d heard the words, but the shock he felt from them had to be pushed aside. Right now, his husband needed him.
As he reached him, Jack was quick to put one hand to the side of Robby’s face, and grabbing a hold of his husband’s arm with the other.
“Love. I’m here.”
He moved his hand from Robby’s arm to splay his palm over his chest, resting over his husband’s heart.
“I’m here. Breathe for me.”
Robby let out a shaky breath, he no doubt wasn't aware he was even holding. Thankfully, he hadn’t been too far gone, Jack could already see the increased focus in his eyes.
He caressed his cheek and nodded slightly.
“There you are.”
Jack smiled and kept their eyes focused for a little while longer. They were now breathing together, Jack’s palm still on Robby’s chest, feeling every breath and the beat of his heart. His pulse was high, but Jack could already see the tension starting to dissipate.
After a while, Jack managed to guide Robby through the kitchen and into their living room, both taking a seat on the couch.
They were sitting close, but Jack angled himself more towards his husband, and with his hand in his, he started the inevitable conversation.
“Robby. Michael, Love. Can we take that one from the top?”
Robby closed his eyes, exhaling a breath. Before he spoke, he looked back into Jack’s worried eyes.
“I’m pregnant.. No doubt. Blood test, ultrasound, everything confirms it.”
He couldn't help but freeze for a second.
Those words, he’d accepted he’d never hear them. It had been years since they had even talked about trying again, years of failures sending them a clear message: this wasn’t something that would happen for them.
Jack mentally shook himself back into the moment. He squeezed Robby’s hand.
“I.. That’s.”
There were so many words, so many feelings.
At the same moment, Jack concluded his sentence.
“Amazing.”
Robby added the word that described his current state of mind.
“Scary.”
They both laughed. Those two words were certainly the most fitting for the whole situation.
Jack squeezed Robby’s hand before he bent slightly to kiss it. Looking back at his husband with a smile.
“Talk to me. What did the doctor say?”
(Thank you for the likes and reblogs on part 1.<3 I hope you guys like this one.<3 )
((I'll likely be jumping ahead in the timeline after this one. Just small snippets from this concept. If you have any ideas for this scenario, feel free to share, maybe I'll get inspired. I'll likely be combining it with some extra stuff and putting it on AO3 later.))
Robby is looking down at the papers. It’s his. His name, social security number, his age(51), everything... and the results of his blood tests.
He can feel how his own pulse has sped up, it’s all he can hear as he’s looking down at the results.
He’s a doctor, he would have known what these numbers meant. Even without the words from his own regular doctor, whose office he’s currently sitting in.
Had he actually taken the time to think through his own symptoms, he would have.. Should have known. But there's also no doubt that he would never have been able to convince himself of the diagnosis.
He vaguely registers a sound in the room and only reacts when a hand lands on his shoulder.
“Michael, are you alright?”
...
The rest of the appointment is sort of a blur. He remembers everything, but it’s also strangely foggy and seems like a dream.
He’s happy he took the car to the doctors. He wouldn’t have trusted his own balance on the bike right now.
Driving through town, he concentrates all he can, trying not to get distracted. He makes it home, parks the car and walks to the door.
For some reason he pauses as he’s reaching for the door handle. His pulse quickens again. If he doesn't open that door in the next few seconds, he’s not sure if he’ll be able to for a while. That all too familiar sense of panic is starting to spread through his body.
He opens the door.
Jack’s in the kitchen. Sitting at the island, working at his computer, with a cup of coffee at his side. His husband looks up as he enters their kitchen.
“Hey, how did..”
Jack’s smile falters as their eyes meet, and Robby knows he must rip off the Band-Aid.
“I’m pregnant.”
(Might try to write more, but mostly just a bite of an idea I had in my head I wanted to share.:) )
Omg! Thank you! <3 I was hoping you'd like it. Your art and your page were literally my biggest inspiration for this.<3
I hope you have a lovely day.🥰
+ There will be more parts.🥰
My brain works in an annoying way.. I write something like the snippet I just posted.. I like it and so I post.. then my brain keeps working on it. Just keeps comming up with additions and changes. And my anxiety then tries make me feel bad for posting without those changes...🙃😅
My writing process is slow, but I'm also impatient. It's not a fun mix.😅😆
I guess I might rewrite it a little. Especially since I might want to write more.😆
Robby is looking down at the papers. It’s his. His name, social security number, his age(51), everything... and the results of his blood tests.
He can feel how his own pulse has sped up, it’s all he can hear as he’s looking down at the results.
He’s a doctor, he would have known what these numbers meant. Even without the words from his own regular doctor, whose office he’s currently sitting in.
Had he actually taken the time to think through his own symptoms, he would have.. Should have known. But there's also no doubt that he would never have been able to convince himself of the diagnosis.
He vaguely registers a sound in the room and only reacts when a hand lands on his shoulder.
“Michael, are you alright?”
...
The rest of the appointment is sort of a blur. He remembers everything, but it’s also strangely foggy and seems like a dream.
He’s happy he took the car to the doctors. He wouldn’t have trusted his own balance on the bike right now.
Driving through town, he concentrates all he can, trying not to get distracted. He makes it home, parks the car and walks to the door.
For some reason he pauses as he’s reaching for the door handle. His pulse quickens again. If he doesn't open that door in the next few seconds, he’s not sure if he’ll be able to for a while. That all too familiar sense of panic is starting to spread through his body.
He opens the door.
Jack’s in the kitchen. Sitting at the island, working at his computer, with a cup of coffee at his side. His husband looks up as he enters their kitchen.
“Hey, how did..”
Jack’s smile falters as their eyes meet, and Robby knows he must rip off the Band-Aid.
“I’m pregnant.”
(Might try to write more, but mostly just a bite of an idea I had in my head I wanted to share.:) )
Oh, the life of a Fanfiction writer... 🤭
My current Google search is "Shawn Hatosy arms".. I needed to know how hairy his arms are.. for research purposes, I swear! 😂
(This is for sure a very mild search... we all know our search history is not something we want leaked to the world. 😂 )
For real though, trying to write something.. slightly spicy.😉