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You know, an interesting tumblr transformation that's happened gradually, and which I've seen no one talk about: ask-culture has essentially dropped off to nothing.
By which I mean, asks used to be WAY more of the tumblr economy. They used to be more common to send, and receive, and see. They were integral to the collaborative, forum-like behavior of old tumblr communities, not even to speak on the HUGE number of ask-blogs that used to exist to only be interacted with in ask-form.
I'm not saying this in a vying-for-attention way but instead in an observational way: I used to get way way more asks in like 2015, even with a fraction of my follower count. I wonder if it's due to the homogenization of social media sites? There's a lot more of this divide between "content creator" and "consumer" instead of just a bunch of peer blogs who would talk to each other. "Asks" aren't really a thing on twitter, are they? And as I understand it, the closest thing to an "ask" on instagram or tiktok would be a creator screenshotting some comment and responding to it in a new reel or video or whatever those content mediums are. Are asks just too tumblr-specific? Is that aspect of the site culture dying out as more and more people converge to using all their social media sites in the same way?
it's probably from assholes making asks a minefield of trolling/harassment for years with no real blocking ability, which turned people off from allowing asks on their blogs so as a whole the site moved away from it
but now that we do have better blocking, we should try to revive it.
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a/n: not proofread. wrote this while i was fighting sleep of my own. hopefully this is good for my first attempt on a new blog since iβm kinda rusty on writing. forgive me if this sucks, yβall. trying my best.
it had been a week since dean had had a decent amount of sleep. most of his time was spent hunting without closing his eyes which wasn't uncommon for the elder winchester. often, he neglected the basic need for sleep if needed. he claimed he could function normally with barely any sleep. tiredness was like hunger: you could forget about it until it reared its ugly head. at that point, you sedate it just enough to keep moving.
it still wasn't healthy, no matter how much he tried convincing you that it was. of course, you had to worry since he had tried convincing you of many other things that had turned out to not be healthy at all. that included his need for alcohol at any given moment, but that was a story for a different time.
this time around you could tell it was killing him. his mental state seemed to be worsening more and more each day. the lack of sleep at this moment seemed to almost as bad as the time he didn't sleep after sam got locked inside lucifer's cage.
you did finally manage to bring this issue up to dean one night at a crappy motel when sam was out getting dinner, leaving you and dean alone. dean was too busy sharpening the demon killing knife he always had strapped to some part of his body.Β
he held onto the handle like it was the only thing keeping him from slipping into a deep sleep. you knew his body needed it, but could his mind handle the horrors that came with sleep? he always was an angry sleeper, especially when you woke him up.
that didn't matter though as you watched his eyes strain to focus. he needed sleep badly.
"sam won't be back for a while so you can always get a little shut eye."you say as you sit next to him on the bed.
"don't need to, sweetheart. got things to do," he muttered, not even looking up from cleaning his knife.
you didn't believe him at all. he was trying to avoid it all. he usually pushed down his feelings and shoved them deep inside. that was why you decided to take his knife, set it down on the dresser and catch him off guard enough to get him onto his back on the bed.
"damn. getting me on my back is quite kinky." he teased.
"the only action you're getting is sleep, mister." you reply
he let out a sigh of reluctance at your words as if dreading the potential sleep. though, he didn't move when you settled in next to him. you knew it would keep him there, your body warmth grounding his chaotic mind.
even, dean couldn't deny it after a few minutes. his eyelids were drooping. it was a fight he didn't want to lose. your body molded well to his now and he lost that fight.
you were a calm to the storm brewing inside since he was younger. that was how it always had been. you seemed to solve his issues, or at least provide him help even if you didn't notice. that's what he loved about you.
eventually, he fell completely asleep. his breathing slowed to a pace that was healthy for a man like himself. the only sounds were the mixed breath of the both of you and the clock ticking softly in the background. maybe dean winchester could have a peaceful sleep.