s e m i - h i a t u s

This is going to be a soapbox moment, and I’m sorry but I’m seeing it a lot lately so I have to address the issue: Nobody likes me. Everybody hates me. Nobody wants to RP with me.

Okay so I know it’s hard, like really hard, to approach new people. I know it is, I struggle with it myself. But if you want new interactions, you can’t always expect people to come to you. Lemme say it again:

You can’t always expect people to come to you.

People just don’t work like that. I wish they did, but they don’t. 

Maybe a majority of your followers live in different time zones, or they keep different hours, or they have some sort of a social life. Just because no one replies to your open starters or memes or whatever doesn’t mean no one wants to play with you. It usually just means that they didn’t see it. Or maybe they feel like they’re bothering you. Or maybe they can’t think of a way to reply to that specific thing you posted. Doesn’t matter. 

What matters is that you remember that there are a lot of people who do want to play with you, or you wouldn’t have drafts or interactions at all. And that you also remember that sometimes it falls on you to go reply to their open, or send them a meme, or hell just show up in their inbox IC with some random thing for the no reason at all. Take the chance, okay?

Another thing to remember is that if you post something negative and someone attempts to make you feel better to not just blow it off. Try and let it sink in. Read it three or four or five times until it does. Remember that whoever it was, whether it was a friend or a total stranger, saw that you were having a bad moment and took the time out of their day to try and cheer you up. It means that they cared, whether it was for a few minutes or whether it’s every day. Somebody out there cares. And probably more people care too, but they just didn’t see that you were hurting. When someone cares enough to try and make you feel better, please try and let them. Just try. Blowing it off isn’t going to make either of you feel better, and it might make them less likely to try and help somebody else because they feel like they don’t matter. 

Ok so staff just released info about this new update, and while it seems like an effective way to cut off any lurking, hateful anons, or the possibility of anyone seeing your blog that you don’t want to, it also cuts off a lot of other useful features as well.

I conducted a little to test to see how it works by turning off the “show this blog on the web” feature on this blog, and using a dummy blog to see how it works. 

First things first, using this feature eliminates your URL completely. You as the blog owner are not even able to view your blog at the URL address. I tried WHILE I was signed in to my blog and it still would not allow me.

Obviously if you as the blog owner can’t see it also means no one, including mutuals, can see your blog either. There are only two ways you can still view a users content: The mobile side view and posts that come across your dash.

This feature also eliminates the use of read more’s. When you click the read more link it takes you to the permalink, which is part of your URL, which no longer exists.

You are still able to search within tumblr for blogs and follow people and people can search for you, but as I said above, even if you are following a person or they are a mutual, they will never be able to view your actual blog page again.

“I believe you won’t mug me. You seem like a nice person. I bet you are a nice person. I’m a nice person. I have a nice dog. What if dogs had laser vision? I think that would be dangerous.” Realizing how ridiculous it was to bring up dogs with laser vision, he collapsed a fit of laughter. For some reason, laughing so hard made him stumble a step or two, and his hand shot out automatically to grip Francis’ shoulder. Once he’d avoided tripping, he patted the other man’s shoulder once or twice as though he had meant to do that.

     Francis turned back and glared at the man when he rambled on about some stupid dog he had. Francis really was a cat person. Plus, he wasn’t a big fan of drunks. He could leave the man in the street, but he knew that wouldn’t accomplish anything. 

    When the man grabbed onto him, Francis swore under his breath and jumped. He was almost certain it had all been a scheme. The man was pretending to be drunk and he was going to stab him and take his money. It was clever. The man just patted his shoulder, though, and Francis glared back at him. 

  She grinned a bit at that, thoroughly enthralled in the idea that she had ran into an art teacher in contrast to another profession. Anya admired people who tried to enrich arts instead of throw them out. Most found them invaluable. “I grew up on ballet. Ah, sort of.” The woman explained with a shrug at both shoulders before crossing her legs under the table.

     “That’s true. Ballet is very complicated.” He knew that teaching ballet would be exhausting. Her own feet were probably an absolute mess. His hands were from years of art classes and failed sculptures.

THE SAPPY STUFF.

I first started up this blog back in June a little after my first time reading The Price of Salt. And I’ll admit that I wasn’t sure how long this muse was going to last. The book’s more than 60 years old, the film’s not out ‘til November and I hadn’t had great experiences with female muses in the past, so I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to maintain my muse for her or how much interest there would be in her. But almost 3 months on and Therese and I are still here. And since I started off, this character and her story have actually come to mean so, so much to me. She’s helping me learn to accept myself. She’s helping me learn that it’s okay not to conform to people’s expectations of you if that’s not who you are. And you guys are helping her do it. I wouldn’t still be here if you guys hadn’t all decided Therese and I were worth following and if you guys hadn’t interacted with us. So thank you so much. Even if you’re not on this list and you’re following us, thank you. It’s been somewhat a tough time recently and I’ve discovered a lot about myself that I and others in my life still need to come to terms with but Therese is helping me along the way in that, and so are all of you.

THE BLOGS

The following blogs are blogs which Therese and I admire for various reasons. It may be a case of afar admiration, because you write your muse so well. We may have interacted in character and both Therese and I have really enjoyed it.  I may talk to the mun out of character and have found them to be an amazing person. Whatever the reason, you guys are the mutuals that make my experience as fun as it has been, so thank you to all of you for that! <3 

          after begging her mother near to death to enroll her in an art class only to strengthen her God-given talent, she finally caved in. drisella strutted into the coffee shop, draped in her finest yellow sundress and bright yellow hat, which could nearly blind a man if he should look directly at it. her eyes were directed to her phone screen, laughing at something her sister had sent her ( most likely a new insult she had created about their stepsister, ella ). snorting as she laughed, she stopped in her tracks as she spotted her french art teacher. 

     Francis definitely wasn’t used to seeing people dressed in such bright colors, but he didn’t want to judge the woman before he even got to know her. She might be a very talented artist. He nodded to her, shook her hand, and gestured for her to come sit at the table with him.