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Chillinâ on the Bridge
Dealing with burnout is sooooooooooooooo easy all you need to do is operate at 40% indefinitely and be kind of mad at yourself the whole time.
Happy Leland Melvin Day!!!
Happy Leland Melvin Day!
Happy Leland Melvin Day!
Happy Leland Melvin Day!!!
reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts
i deserve to be an eel. in a crevice with a bunch of other eels. opening and closing our mouths over and over
everyone who reblogged this has joined me in the eel crevice. its a pretty big crevice
oooo we eelin
I got followed by 6 porn bots and Spamton
You got followed by 7 porn bots
Hating on furries are stupid
I love you furry little guys
Yeah sure weâve all binged a long fic, but have you ever read a WIP and followed someoneâs life?
Tidbits of information - (âI graduated today!â) - and small joys (âItâs my birthday!â) and you get to be there to say âThis chapter made me cry, happy birthday, thank you for gifting us thisâ.
I remember reading this fic of someone at the end of high school, older than me then. They seemed infinitely wise, spoke of their future career and getting into the college they wanted. I remember them posting on days they felt like nothing could bring them down - and on days the whole world did and itâs the aftermath of a hospital visit. Cancer, I think it was, their father. I got to the end of the story, I know their father was fine, but also they got to finish their WIP. I graduated three years later than them, still dutifully wrote thank you notes in every comment. I wonder if they remember me, or just the collective of people reading the story as it updates.
Four years ago I was into my first year of university, my first year of figuring out being out in public spaces. I made excuses as to why my name didnât match my paperwork and read a fic on the train, the same five chapters over and over again for the next years as I thought the story abandoned. It updated this week after such a long hiatus, I left another thank you comment.
Thereâs an author I love, they update their stories like a clockwork. When they donât, I check their blog, just to see if their doing alright, not because I feel like they owe me, just to ensure whether I better get out my laptop to write that really detailed university level essay chapter analysis to get them smiling when their day sucked.
And then, once, when I was 17, I read a fic that hadnât updated in over a decade. I wasnât even in primary school when it started posting. On the last chapter, I left a comment that, in retrospect, was horribly rambly and most likely full of grammar mistakes. The author replied and though I couldnât see their face, I thought of them crying. They were married now, had children, and hadnât thought about this fic in years. They went through their files again, found another half written chapter and an outline. I got two new chapters to read that year.
And then, recently, someone told me they got back into writing original fiction because of my comments. I get to read nearly weekly chapters.
I love binge reading a finished fic, but nothing is ever going to top the feeling of anticipation of waiting for a chapter, the pure joy when someone tells you I was done with this, but you made me think of it again, so this is for you.
Anyway, I think we should romanticize reading WIPs more, growing up alongside the authors writing the stories we love.
platonically shooting my friendshot hoping I don't get acquaintance-zoned
they should make a version of socializing that doesnât make you feel like youâre still the weird 12 year old kid that doesnât know why sheâs not normal like the other kids
solidarity with california.
according to the results of the 2021 census:
"As of April 2020, just more than 86 percent of Americans live in metropolitan areas, counties that include or are adjacent to major cities with populations of 50,000 or more, an all-time high." (census results overview from The Hill)