"I AM A GAY MAN I AM USED TO PRESSURE!"

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lemememeringue
energyscarf

i tend to be kind of defensive of staff because like... i'm a software dev, i know how absurdly expensive and complex a web service of this size is. plus they're looking at the site on the scale of tens of millions of users, whereas my sample of a couple hundred at most is not nearly representative. plus i'm really grateful that they've kept tumblr friendly to 3rd-party developers (i.e., xkit rewritten, tumblr api)

but i think many of the changes over the past few months have seriously damaged user trust and that's an extremely serious problem that needs to be corrected

anyways, submit your feedback to staff here. please keep in mind that these changes are almost certainly coming from the top, not whoever will be reading your comments or doing the actual programming

mike-vast-crew
cubedmango

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hey @staff what the fresh fuck is this

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wow i sure wonder 🤔🤔 what the new layouts supposed to look like 🤔🤔🤔🤔 its a mystery

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Don’t forget y’all that there’s a much better way for us to let Tumblr know what we think about specific changes, rather than @ ing staff or wip, and it’s sending in a support ticket and choosing feedback!

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Tumblr reverted some of the asinine app decisions they made after a concerted feedback effort! So make sure to use this form! It’s what it’s for, but it’s not well advertised!

lemememeringue
pupyjpeg

This site has truly been liberating (exhausting, aggravating) in exposing me, every day, to the deeply challenging yet ultimately necessary idea that literally every single communist out there is going to have at least one idea you think is monumentally fucking stupid and wrong even if you agree with every single other facet of their politics. Every single one of them. And yet we keep going. Through gritted teeth.

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You should be able to mentally list off each one of your friends and political allies with at least one idea of theirs you think is totally back-asswards plum fucking stupid. And then you should be able to smile lovingly (or wince, whatever) and go right back to doing good work. If this bothers you or you mistakenly think you all agree on absolutely everything then, friend, you are now or later in for a bad time, I promise you that.

biblionerd07
moonshinemagpie

There are little romance subplots all around me irl and I don't have the time to turn any of them into novels

Today I went to my favorite Italian restaurant and was seated at the table nearest the kitchen. We noticed a change to the menu. The list of pastas had been replaced by just "pasta of the day." We asked what the pasta of the day was. The waiter told us it was a mystery. So we ordered it, and when it came it was pasta with eggs and bacon, and I was so surprised and delighted by this unexpected whimsy that I started to clap. And then I noticed the chef watching me from the doorway and smiling. He had clearly come out wanting to see what people's reactions would be.

I'm not saying I love the chef or that the chef loves me. I am saying that is a seed with which to grow a romance that I don't have time to write.

moonshinemagpie

Romance seedling of the day:

Tonight I went to a party and a woman asked me my name.

"Anna," I said.

"This confirms my theory," she said loudly, to the entire room. People stopped to listen. "ALL Anna's are drop dead gorgeous!"

I felt v flattered. I asked for her name.

She flashed me a grin. "Anna."


Irl, do I love her and does she love me? No. But this is the seed of another romance book I don't have the time to write.

moonshinemagpie

I was miserable. At a parade! All of my friends were drunk and misbehaving and smelled of rancid tequila. I felt alone and about a million years old. The sun was glaring daggers into my eyeballs.

And then! At this parade! A very large beautiful man I didn't know! Saw me squinting! Said, "I'm can block the sun for you" and stepped in front of me. My sun-blindness cleared into a vision of his gentle smile.

He was a mathematics professor! Very sober, soft-spoken, kind. Did not insult my drunk friends but also stood carefully apart from them. The perfect balance.

Do I love him? No. But he's a romantic hero in a book somewhere in the multiverse.

moonshinemagpie

#these are very good example of what just looking and watching can add to your writing#i do this - not always for romance purposes but i just PAY ATTENTION to the people around me#because ordinary people are interesting and everyone has their own story#and they can inspire you in ways you'd never come up with yourself

Yes! This was a post about getting into the writing mindset.

I wasn't trying to share special memories or make a statement about the goodness of humanity (totally fine if that's what you got from this!). But this is a tool any writer could add to their toolbox: finding tidbits from life not merely through neutral observation but by observing the world through the lens of your own writing philosophy.

I write romance books. The romance genre at its best gives every kind of person the opportunity to be the hero of their own story. For me, observing the world through my writing philosophy means acknowledging the heroism intrinsic in us all. Thinking: What if this person were the romantic hero? Why would someone fall in love with them? For folks writing different kinds of stories, the approach may differ, but it'll still be creatively generative.

biblionerd07
fairydrowning

"Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and being alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You have to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes too near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself that you tasted as many as you could."

– Louise Erdrich, "The Painted Drum"