this is kinda stupid of me to ask but how do you do gradient texts?
Hello!ย
[Disclaimer: To make gradient text, you have to turn off the beta option on tumblr posts]
To make a gradient text, you basically have to convert whatever gradient you have into HTML code. [css code doesnโt work] Fortunately though, there are sites for that! You can use this siteย and/or this site. Hereโs how they both work:
Method 1 -ย Patorjkโs Text Color Fader
Step 1: Enter your desired text, your colors [you can change the number of colors too; just click on the dropdown option]ย
[Fade Type: I just use the default fade type, but I reckon the vertical oneโs good if you want to create gradient paragraphs]
Now once youโve clicked theย โGenerate Color Faded Textโ button, youโll see something like this:
Copy all of that and paste it into this siteย like so:
Clickย โReplace Textโ and copy it to the clipboard, and youโre done!
Method 2 - JSFiddleย
This oneโs not asย โuser-friendlyโ as the former, but itโs still pretty easy to manoeuvre around once you get the hang of it!
[When youโre done customizing, click on the โRunโ button on the top left.]
Now you should see that the colors in those boxes in the run area are now your desired colors. Enter the text in the top text box as shown and click the run button next to the color boxes. Your HTML code should appear in the second text box. Copy that and youโre done!
[Iโd only edit the main code if I want to add one/more colors. Otherwise you can just click the boxes in the run area and edit the colours directly from there. This supports hex codes, RGB and HSL.]
For example, Iโve done this:
Okay, now once youโve copied your HTML code, you have to go back to tumblr and create a new post without the beta format. You should see a gear icon; click that and change the post type to HTML. [tip: customize a blank piece of text however you want (bold, italic etc.) in the Rich Text editor and then just replace that with your gradient text code in the HTML editor]
Now paste your HTML code in the text area, and you should see something like this:
[note: I just clicked on the gear icon to demonstrate what it should look like]
You can preview your text by clicking on theย โpreviewโ button to see if you got anything wrong/to see what the final result will look like, and you can add your desired tags.
And thatโs really all there is to it! Hereโs what my final result will look like:
Viridian: #009698 to #008b8b to #007474
[Forgot to mention, once you've got your gradient text, you can't switch back to the Rich Text editor without losing your gradient, which is why I recommend customising your text in the Rich Text Editor before switching to HTML and replacing the black text with your gradient one! Personally, I just use the header option for my text so I put the h2 tags manually at the start and end of the code so as not to create a hassle]
Imagine you are a new resident to the Hazbin Hotel. You majored in zoology when you were alive so when you meet Alastor you can't help but make him uncomfortable...
Y/N: *asking Alastor in the middle of an activity* So, do you keep toilet paper in your bathroom?
Alastor: What kind of a question is that!?
Y/N: Why are you evading it?
Alastor: Who said I'm evading it!? Why would you ask something like that!?
Y/N: Most people would say 'yes'...
Alastor: *panics and shifts his eyes*
Y/N: If you don't keep toilet paper in your bathroom that means that either: you don't use a bathroom or, you don't use toilet paper. Since you didn't say anything about actually not having a bathroom and you evaded my question, I can only assume that you don't use toilet paper.
Angel Dust: Wait. Why exactly would he not need toilet paper if he still needs to use a bathroom?
Y/N: Because he's a deer demon; deer have a specialized colon and sphincter that rhythmically pushes everything out into tight little round pellets so there's no need for wiping.
Everyone: *stares*
Alastor: *to Charlie*: Keep that one far, far away from me from now on.
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Not hazbin relatedโ sorry for the odd not horny personal post
Donate here if youโre able and wanting to (PayPal username is JHilliard109) sharing is also a lovely way to help support me (support my mother)
So.
You may have noticed I was briefly MIA recently , and itโs because Iโve been โจstressed and angryโจ
My mother is currently in remission for breast cancer and was excited to use the state dental insurance she was notified in November she had. She lost some teeth to chemo, along with other issues, only having three teeth on the bottom of her jaw but all of her teeth on top.
In March she got approved and scheduled for May surgery to remove all her teeth and for her denture appointments in June. They had her get rides two hours away because they said theyโd only pay for that specific doctor in network. (She canโt drive due to seizures)
After they took all her teeth, they called and said she actually wouldnโt be covered for the dentures or the surgery they already did. She was told, โLots of people are out there walking around without teeth.โ They said her insurance actually ended at the end of March, despite no notification and still approving the May and June appointments. They said it was a state thing and didnโt know why it ended. Even the morning of the May surgery they CONFIRMED she was approved with her dental surgeon. Then four days after the surgery they said โoopsies no you werenโt.โ And sent her a 4800$ bill.
They can eat my entire ass.
So, they took her teeth and then told her tough luck. They made a mistake in approving these and wonโt own up to it. Sheโs made it through cancer just for some knobheads to take her goddamn teeth.ย
Did she have a lot of teeth before? No. But she never would have had them all taken out if she hadnโt been told she was approved for fully paid for dentures. She even asked to get just half dentures (bottom half) and was dissuaded. โWe will only pay for this procedure one time, so itโs best to get it all done at once.โ (Paraphrasing)
If you can, weโd appreciate any help in getting my mom some teeth. Weโre looking into a place that would offer payment plans and looking into lines of credit to make it happen but anything would help offset the shocking and unfair burden placed on my mother.
Weโve been quoted around $3500 for a full set of โstandardโ dentures (meaningโฆnotโฆ the best? Lmao Jesus I donโt even know what that means but itโs what we can manage. I didnโt know they had good and bad ones??). Weโre using PayPal as we donโt expect to raise that full amount, so gofundme wouldnโt be helpful.
We are getting her some goddamn teeth one way or another, but any help would be immensely appreciated.
Because Iโm in Japan weโre using my sisterโs PayPal. If youโd considered tipping or using my ko-fi in the near future, consider instead donating to help get my mom some fucking teeth. ๐ซ any money I receive through my own PayPal and ko-fi will go to this anyway. Iโll be working more, too, to add to the dentures fund.
fuck Florida and fuck the government for doing this to my mother ๐๐ผ had they not made SEVERAL mistakes in approvals and lack of communication she would have teeth still. So in my angry opinion, they fucking took them from her by misleading her into an unnecessary surgery.
my mom, before the cancer and chemo took her hair and a breast, and before her teeth were bamboozled out of her fucking skull (with her grandbaby)
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ :: angel dust x gn reader (platonic!!)
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ :: you are co workers with angel dust who comes to the rescue in a difficult time. although it seems he needed it too.
๐๐๐๐ :: minimal talk of sexual abuse, soft angel dust, comforting, angel crying.
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ :: 1k words
What on God's green Earth did you do to deserve this? In all of the 30 something years you spent in life, nothing you did warranted such treatment. No matter what anybody did, this was never a punishment anyone deserved. In a way though, you brought on yourself you thought. To sign a contract in Hell and think nothing of it simply because the demon was.. hmm.. what's the word. Entrancing. He was good at was he does.
Upon entering Hell, you were greeted with a sultry voice with a lovely Hispanic accent. He had offered you a job and a place to stay. He surely didn't look like the villain type, and at the time, he didn't sound like it either so it made it easy to sign your soul away.
However this impulsive decision of yours soured almost immediately after. You had been forced into prostitution and porn. Anytime you didn't pay your dues, things only got worse for you. Why didn't you think to ask what kind of job you were taking? But this is how it was down here. There were no laws no rules. No one had a moral code anymore. All you are allowed to think about down here is how to survive. You do what you must. No matter the cost.
Day after day, you drowned yourself in drugs and alcohol. At home, of course. Unlike some you knew at work, you distanced yourself from sex and intimacy from others. This made it hard to connect with others. You surely craved it though. To be understood and seen as a person rather than a toy. Thoughts like these came on the days you were sober.
You had been working for Valentino for several, several years now. You had seen people come and go either succumbing to the abuse and mistreatment and offing themselves or being fired because they did poorly for Val's ratings which often meant being killed by the Vee's. There was one soul that had been there longer than even you. And actually still the most desirable porn star there is, Angel Dust.
You admired him. Not necessarily because of his work but just because of how he's still standing.
While Angel resorted to the same coping mechanisms you did, he had friends to support and be there for him when he needed. So despite everything he's enduring, he managed to rehabilitate himself essentially. And that.. that was impressive and admirable.
You never talked to him before though you both would just exchange sympathetic eyes towards each other. It wasn't until you hit your breaking point that you had your first real interaction and my, did you need it.
You had been sitting at a bus stop for an hour, the acidic rain making you pull your feet into the bench to not get drenched or burnt. It was quiet outside, due to the rain there was no one in sight. It was just you and your thoughts. Tears spilled from your eyes as your arms wrapped around your knees. Holding things in for a long time will do this to ya. Make you break in public, how inconvenient.
click, clack, click
The sound of high heels approaching broke you out of your depression trance.
"Mind if I join ya?"
"Angel Dust?" You scooted over a little to give him some room.
"The one and only." Angel sat down next to you folding his umbrella and setting it to the side. Not much was said initially but it wasn't like an awkward silence. More of an, understanding. "Ya know, it won't be like this forever." He placed one of his hands on your back. It was a gentle touch, not like what you were used to at work. It was.. calming. It let you take a real deep breath in what actually felt like forever.
"Oh yeah? That pink chain still around your neck seems to disagree with you." You didn't mean to be snappy at him, the statement just felt like a stab wound. Thankfully, Angel didn't take it personally it seems because all he could do was laugh.
"Oh don't ya worry about that. I'll find a way to break the contract one way or another." His gaze softened as he turned to you, lifting your chin up to look at him. "Sorry, I ain't good at comfortin' others. But I want ya to know that I'm here for ya if needed. " You raised your eyebrow in response.
"It's a pain in tha ass. Ya know.. dealing with Val." Angel took a deep breath and relaxed his own shoulders. He himself never really had anyone to connect with, well not someone who understood what he went through. Someone whom felt the same way about his situation. All your other co-worker's saw each other as competition. You never really blamed them though. If anyone's popularity dropped, they were punished. You were all just trying survive after all. "Why don't ya come and live with us at tha hotel. We're always lookin for new sinners to help. And Charlie.. well, they are pretty damn good at it."
Silenced filled the streets once again as the mood changed. Angel's smooth facade dropped, letting his emotions out in the open. His own tears dripped on to his thighs, alerting you in surprise. While you never KNEW Angel, he was a very good actor and managed to keep up the proud pornstar schtick for all the years you have known of him. This was a first for the both of you.
"I'm sorry for lettin go like this. It's just all too much. I- I never wanted to be this way. You grabbed Angel's hand tightly and looked up at him.
"You don't have to explain yourself. Not to me. I know." A breath of relief from Angel as he wiped around his eyes. "And you know what, I think I'll take up that offer. Say.. I heard there was a hot daddy of a bartender, is that true?" You nudged Angel suggestively with your hip and grinned at him.
A look of shock appeared on his face as he frantically tried to look anywhere else but your eyes. This was quite an astounding reaction considering the business that you two have to deal with on a daily basis. Angel flustered from an innocent joke?
"I'd absolutely love to tell ya about everyone." He stood up and dusted off his short dress before opening the umbrella, inviting you underneath it. "You ready?"
"Ready as I'll ever be."
๐/๐ :: I've been wanting to do this type of story for angel dust for a while. I wanted it to be like our comfort character, one whom we resonate a bit too much, was actually talking to us in a comforting manner. It's not my best work in my opinion but it still means a lot to me. And for those who get it, you matter. Your feelings matter. Regardless of how you cope with it.
He doesn't indulge in the dishes his mother used to make in his childhood all that often, but when he does....the nostalgia never fails to hit him where it hurts the most.
100% probably OOC but I don't care, I was in an angsty mood and watching Ratatouille when I thought of this.
