Idontneedsleep671 - Needsleep

Just like how I was saved...

Can I be a shining light for everyone?

Moving to the melody Flowing into harmony All my sorrows behind me My inner sanctuary

👁️👄👁️👄👁️👄👁️

Edited by Me 👁️👄👁️

.

Credits to @Frikin_Killer on Twitter for the meme reference

Credits to Genshin Impact Global Community for the Idea

The best toy

(via)

Puppy thinks he’s a bunny

The Tumblr writing community is dying.

It’s something I’ve noticed over the past two years of using this site. It was gradual, imperceptible at first, something that most would brush off as a silly concern, or fault Tumblr algorithm for. While it’s true that Tumblr’s engine leaves a lot to be desired, I’ve noticed that even popular blogs have started to dwindle in terms of interaction or motivation. There could be a lot of reasons for this, but the biggest two I’ve noticed, experienced myself, and asked fellow writers about is this: (1) content being stolen, and (2) lack of feedback or interaction. I’ve never seen any logical person defend content being stolen, so I want to address point 2 instead.

Lack of feedback and interaction. I’m not saying this on my behalf so much as I’m saying this for friends and smaller blogs who have lost motivation to write. I was looking at my yandere writing blogs list the other day and noticed that a good majority of them no longer write. I usually update the list every few months, and by that point, more and more writers have stopped writing entirely. This isn’t a problem confined solely to the yandere fandom; in fact, there’s less writing blogs in general these days, especially ones that are active. I used to run a very popular BNHA blog with some friends, but that dissolved after our content was stolen and our followers stopped interacting as much. Out of our 8,500 followers, we hardly got 0.015% notes (~128 notes) on an average post. Tumblr is to blame for the lack of eyes seeing our posts, for sure, but that also means that at least 128 people saw one post and didn’t leave a comment or ask. We were considered a big blog; imagine what it’s like on a small blog.

My friend recently made a post that summed this up perfectly: 

“I’ve seen people say “Be grateful that people even lurk on your page.” and, while I get the message they’re trying to say, it’s more dismissive and hurtful in my opinion. Like you’re saying, “Oh your writing is mediocre, you should be grateful people even LOOK at it.”

Me personally? I’ve heard the argument that AO3 is a better place to post fanfics, and while that might be true, I’ve had friends experience firsthand the lack of interaction there too. I’ve heard the argument that interacting with some writers is intimidating (me included). I’ve heard that argument that followers might be too shy to interact. I’ve heard the argument that writers should write for themselves and not for views / likes / reblogs / etc, and while that’s ideal, it’s not sustainable for everyone. What works for one writer won’t work for another, but you know what will? Interaction.

That comment or ask that took you 2 seconds to write? We remember it. That reblog with the compliments in the tags? We remember it. Every single ‘named’ anon we get (heart anon, sunflower anon, etc)? We remember them. And the best part is? It’s actually easier to do these things on Tumblr since you have the option to send anonymous asks or make a sideblog specifically for reblogs! Trust me, whether the lack of interaction is the cause of a lack of motivation or what have you, every writer appreciates feedback (don’t be shy to offer some critique or compliments) or even a simple keyboard smash with some emojis. Even sitting down for 5 min a day per week to comment on your favorite writers’ new pieces makes a huge difference. Personally, since Tumblr’s activity feed is beyond terrible and I have over 1,500 posts, I don’t always see new reblogs or comments on my content; asks though? Always see those, can never go wrong with those. If you don’t want to reblog or leave a comment, then you can never go wrong with an anonymous ask. 

As my wise friend says: writing is an art, and in order to improve that art, we need other people’s eyes to see what we don’t.

For the sake of every writer (past, present, and future) on this platform, please share this post.

To be a traumatized Disney kid, you gotta have round glasses

Hello ! Mind you writing about frank x reader!survivor ?

It can be sort of first love or someone he had a crush on pre entity but never actually talked to.

gotchu bebe. im in a very--- legion mood.

There were new people on the block... Realm? Every once in a while. You could only stab the new guy so many times before it got tedious and repetitious... But Frank knew there were some people who he could never stab enough. No matter how many times he watched the light fade from that gamer chick's eyes... Or that really tired looking kid... Some of them just- Couldn't die enough. He didn't have a favorite, though. Not like the others. Susie liked that tired kid quite a bit. Probably reminded her of something Frank took away. Joey always seemed to go easier on Claudette. He'd always murmur something about her reminding him of a girl he used to play with. And Julie never killed that quick one by her own hand... Frank didn't have connections to the real world. The Legion was his connection... And apparently, even in the realm of the forgotten- That wasn't enough. He'd wanted to forget everything. This was the best thing to ever happen to him. Even if he dealt with the others' occasional pained glances... Dealt with them pushing him away when he tried to touch them... He was happy. He was fine. He was... Legion. You were meant to be forgotten. You were one of those embarrassing things he wanted to wash away when he moved to Ormond. Fifteen was a sensitive time for a lot of guys... And you had the mental bruises to prove it. He recognized you the second he saw you. You looked... Like an adult, then. Not that Frank... wasn't an adult... But the way you dressed was testament to how long he'd been there. What had been hoodies and ripped jeans had become much more... Professional. You looked like an A- grade parental figure. Looking at you gave Frank the anxiety that maybe he was supposed to be old enough to be a parent, now... You weren't fifteen anymore, but, similarly, you could tell it was Frank. Not by the way he looked... He looked rougher- Harder- Meaner- But by his voice. You'd heard that orphaned wailing before- And when it was plunging a knife into your back with similar distress, you knew it was him. You'd been his first everything. He'd lost his virginity to you- His first kiss because nobody wanted to touch lips with his filthy, unlovable ass- You'd been his first handjob- The first time he held hands with someone who wasn't a CPS member. You'd been- His everything... Clive was a real motherfucker. One of Frank's few regrets before coming here was not killing the fucker when he had the chance... Frank was too starry eyed for Ormond, though. After all, getting kicked off your school's basketball team will do that. You were a worthy sacrifice for change until... Well, until he was stuck here with the rest of them. He wanted to know if you were a parent... If you told your new boyfriend about him... He wanted to know if you thought about him sometimes when Julie was... Touching... Him... He loved Julie. He swore he did... But Julie didn't hold him while he cried after getting kicked off the team. Susie didn't. Joey didn't. And it really scared Frank having someone there who'd seen him cry.

You could never be stabbed enough for the sin of loving him.