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So, apparently, if you backdate a post to 1969, Tumblr will just straight up delete the post. I guess this has to do with Unix time. (I made a backdated post for testing purposes, and it just disappeared after I changed the date to 1969.)
EDIT: The post reappeared on my profile, but its date is set to July 29, 2025, which was presumably the date that I originally posted it.
I was trying to figure out what the earliest possible backdate is, assuming that Tumblr would just automatically change any earlier dates to the earliest possible time (like trying to schedule posts to a later date than the last possible date will just schedule it to the last possible date). Instead, when I set the date to 1969, it deleted the post entirely. I was able to successfully set it to 1996, though.
I was able to conclude the following:
Backdating to a super early date makes the post appear at the very end of your blog (implying that it's the oldest post). I think Tumblr even specifically made this into a feature, so it gives you more control over the order in which posts appear on your blog.
It also affects the date that shows up on the post.
Fortunately, however, backdated posts will still show up when sorting by "Latest" in a tag. (REALLY REALLY HOPE IT STAYS THAT WAY! Reason: Scheduled posts)
Now, you can't set your post date to the future, which means that any scheduled posts will, by necessity, be backdated. (I also tried to backdate to a future time on the same day, but that just changed the time on the post to current time.) You can still change the date to the date it became public afterwards, assuming you still have access to your Tumblr account by the time the post is public. At any point before the scheduled post becomes public, you can still change the date to anything up to the present, so with this method, you can at least prevent posts from showing up in a weird order in the future. Of course, if you want to ensure that all your scheduled posts show up as posted later than all your current posts, then you will need to constantly update the dates, which may get annoying. I tried it, and it looks like Tumblr actually auto-updates the post dates on any scheduled posts to match the publishing time. I guess what that means is that if you really want a backdated post, you should post it now.
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BEFORE | NEXT
a/n: okay, so this chapter is a pure guilty pleasure so chara and frisk are way out of character XD but hey, dates would do that to you *giggle* so chara is still a tsundere… just less :3c
warning: curses as usual
All of your fucks were gone by the time that you got back to the diner. At that point, you just wanted to get home and drop into bed and fall asleep. Nothing more.
Yet, when Frisk exited the car and quickly entered the building, you were one step behind her.
“Thank you for the ride!” You called to your boss who was closing the door behind him. Grillby nodded a confirmation and you climbed up the stairs, wondering where Frisk was going.
Your ascending halted as the answer hit you.
She was probably going to change, you idiot. Turn around now and respect her privacy.
“Chara….”
You halted and turned your head to meet with Frisk’s slightly slanted eyes which were redder than gold in the hall’s dim light.
Your body tensed slightly at the somewhat ominous color.
“Yes?”
Frisk motioned for the door to the guest room. Your brows furrowed but you obliged, hoping that she wasn’t planning on giving you a lecture on how you thought about Papyrus. It wasn’t your fault that you can’t stand overly optimistic people!
You jolted when fingers wrapped around your upper arm and led you to the bed, forcing you to sit down. Staring at Frisk in confusion, you noticed her slight trembling as she sat down and rested her head on your shoulder.
You took in the sight for a moment before sighing and releasing her bone-crushing hold in favor of patting her head. “You know. If you felt overwhelmed, it’s okay to tell me that.”
“Sorry…”
“No need. To be honest, I was wondering how you were able to handle so many people,” You shrugged and perched your cheek on her hair, using the patting hand to hold her, “You need to trust me more on those things.”
“…”
You sighed, not wanting another argument over trust. “Just learn for next time, alright?”
Frisk nodded, relaxing and playing with your pants’ fabric. You relaxed as well and slowly lowered you two until you were lying on the bed, Frisk’s head on your arm and your free hand playing with her warm smooth hair.
If you had actually taken a moment to think about what you were doing, you probably would have ran out in embarrassment, but in the orange-red lit room and the tranquil atmosphere, your mind was too heavy to consider the fact that you were acting so cheesy. For once, your mind simply let you live the moment and enjoy it.
Frisk hummed and you chuckled. “A cat?”
Glowing golden eyes opened lazily and the woman frowned. You smirked, poking her cheek that was now rounder from what you remembered the first time you had seen her face. Healthier.
She looked more alive now.
“If I didn’t know better, I would have said that I was dating a cat. Pretty sure that’s bestiality.”
“Not a cat…” She muttered, but her eyes fluttered close when you softly scratched her scalp. She huffed when you chuckled.
That sure was a nice way to end such a strange and not-so-hazardous-as-you-thought-it-would-be date. Frisk enjoyed herself and you got to ice-skate. It has been a while since you last went there…
Hot fingers touched your face and jerked you out of your reverie, skin flushing at contact. Frisk’s eyelids were lowered and her mouth was slightly upturned.
Your heart fluttered and your chest unclenched. The small fingers traced your eyelids, cheeks and nose, slowly coming to your mouth, finally letting you know that you were smiling again.
“I like that smile…” Frisk confessed and you internally cursed her for making your face burn despite feeling giddy at those words.
“Well…” You muttered and found yourself lost for words. What do you like about Frisk?
Well, Frisk themselves, no? You bit your lip, feeling a bit stupid at being confused at that. You should know why you like someone, no?
Frisk eyed you and then her shoulders shook when she pressed her lips to yours.
It was much more relaxed than the anger-filled kiss you had shared before and it made you feel light and heavy at the same time, your face and lips burning at the touch. You chuckled against her lips and she snorted a bit, her new kind of laughter quite hysterical.
“You are learning.” You tried to make her feel better and she simply shut you up by squishing your cheeks, her mouth twitching as she stared into your eyes.
Your chest warmed up and you grinned, chuckling.
Manipulative brat.
You blinked sleepily, yawning and raising your hand to cover your mouth. Only for that hand to be pinned down by something.
Frowning in confusion, you looked down to see Frisk’s sleeping face resting on your arm, her face squashed hysterically over your warmer than usual skin.
You tried to remember what had happened when the date came rushing back and the kissing on the bed, followed by the two of you promptly falling asleep, lulled by the setting sun.
Your ears flushed as you facepalmed. Really? Falling asleep like that? What were you? A kid at a sleepover?
…Well, you were both exhausted so you weren’t that surprised that it had happened, to be honest with yourself.
Rolling to lie on your back since you couldn’t get up, you Looked up and saw that it was still the middle of the night.
Huh, so not that bad.
Feeling sleep nagging at your muscles, you turned your head to gaze upon your companion. Long eyelashes fluttered and tickled your burning skin, the woman releasing a deep sigh and giving a small shudder since her source of warmth (meaning you) moved away. You were sleeping on the linens so it made sense she would be cold.
You stared at her, amazed that she was even asleep at all. Didn’t she say that she doesn’t sleep much at night?
Yet she sleeps so soundly now…
Maybe the outing took out of her more than usual and she was just too exhausted to actually uphold her normal sleeping cycle.
You huffed with a small grin tugging on the edge of your mouth. Well, you found no problem with that.
You rolled back to your side, brushing fingers over the round cheek and the chin. Fascination promoted you to gather some long strands and bring them to your nose, inhaling the earthy scent. There was a tang of apples in the smell. Shampoo?
You then got an idea. You smirked as you brought the tips of the hair strands to Frisk’s nose and swayed them a bit.
Frisk’s nose scrunched and she grabbed the offending hand, still sound asleep even though you felt the bones in your wrist creek.
“Geez, woman.” You cursed and tried to shake off the hand, only for the hold to tighten.
Ow, ow, ow. Okay, change of plans. How to get a tiny version of an amazon off you?
Rubbing, it seemed.
You had no idea from where you even brought the idea. But the minute you rubbed the back of Frisk’s neck with your pinned down hand, she slowly loosened her loose, letting your wrist free.
You stared at her for a long time before rubbing your eyes and snorting. A cat. You are dating a cat.
Anyways… You gently raised Frisk’s head and released your growing numb hand, messaging your wrists as you sat up.
You grimaced at your right wrist as you raised it to inspect the red finger marks blemishing your skin.
Seriously, Frisk was way too overpowered…
A flash of white had you lower your hand, your eyes zeroing on a piece of paper hanging on the back of the closed door – You didn’t remember Frisk closing it so who…?
More importantly, since when it was there? You didn’t remember it there last week at the fight. Though you weren’t in your right state of mind when you thought about it.
Curious now, you quietly stood and padded your way to the white paper.
It was a sketch.
Squinting against it in the darkness, you could make out a background. Burning with a need to know what Frisk drew, you cracked the door slightly open, glad that the door opened the opposite direction of the bed so it didn’t let the light from the hallway wash the bed.
You inspected the sketch and your eyes widened.
It was a very, very detailed depiction of the diner’s main part with some regular patrons in their usual seats, the register area with you manning it, a small smile on your face.
Grillby was cleaning a table.
Your family was sitting close to the register, cracking up at some joke.
It was a peaceful and beautiful piece.
But something bugged you. Something big was missing from it. And when you looked up and saw the soft moonlight tease the tips of Frisk’s hair, you knew what it was.
Frisk wasn’t in the picture.
Something twisted your insides. For some reason, the idea of Frisk missing from the sketch just felt wrong.
Why didn’t she draw herself? She couldn’t or… didn’t want to?
Alarmed, you placed the picture back and closed the door as quietly as possible as to not awaken your companion.
It didn’t work. The minute the door clicked shut, Frisk stirred awake and stiffened, sitting up quickly and turning to you in a flash, eyes wide.
“Chara?” She whispered and relaxed as she registered that you were the one standing there. Curse her light sleeping.
“I’m here.” You went back to the bed and sat next to her, staring amusingly at her disheveled form.
“…Good…” Frisk blinked, her eyes eerily bright gold in the dark, and burrowed to your side. “What’s wrong?”
You raised a brow and gave a crooked smirk at the cat-like behavior, shrugging. “Nothing… just… wondering why you won’t draw yourself…”
Frisk shrugged. “Don’t know how…”
Both of your eyebrows rose. You did not expect that answer. You thought that maybe Frisk had a low self-image or that they didn’t like to draw themselves. Not that they simply didn’t know how. “What do you mean?”
“Don’t know well… how I look…” Frisk muttered groggily.
Oh. Well, thank god it’s fixable. For some reason you just couldn’t see a picture of the diner without Frisk in it. She is the third worker of the place after all.
“Well, I’ll just get you a mirror so you’ll know.”
“…Okay…” Frisk shrugged and yawned again. “…so tired for some reason…”
“Well, it has been a long day.” You lied back down, both of you still lying across the bed instead of over it properly, but you were too lazy to actually change your position. Frisk traced your jaw, where stubble begun to peek out. You grimaced at the feeling. You should shave properly in the morning. You really hated the feeling of the beard on your face.
“…old…”
You bristled. “I am just one year older than you, brat!”
Her shoulders shook and she pressed her fingers to the first signs of the beard on your chin, her arms coming to wrap around your head and the woman pulled herself up so that she was the one holding you instead of the opposite like before.
You expected it to be uncomfortable because of her size, but the warmth of her hold and her chin on your hair felt comforting and made you drowsy.
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Mother’s Day 2014 | Prince William and Princess Catherine, The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge, and Prince George of Cambridge along with Lupo at Apartment 1A, Kensington Palace, 29 March 2014.
