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His mother always used to tell him that he had them whenever his babysitter, Audrey, would watch him for the night. She was a high schooler who lived close by, always willing to lend a helping hand to Mrs. Bradshaw and her son. Bradley saw her as the prettiest girl alive – long hair, a kind grin, and always happy to let him talk to her about his new action figures. "Oh honey, you've got heart eyes." Is what she would always say, grabbing his chin gently and giving him a nose kiss. He'd blush and duck his head away, trying to hide the fact that he was utterly infatuated with his babysitter. "No I don't," Bradley would protest, "She's just nice, that's all." Sensing her son's embarrassment, she'd switch topics quickly and let him show her how he organized his model planes. But anyone could see the way his eyes transformed when his babysitter would walk through the door and give him a big hug. Okumaya devam et bradley x reader bradley bradshaw x reader bradley bradshaw bradley x y/n bradley x you bradley x bradley bradshaw x female reader bradley bradshaw x y/n bradley bradshaw x you bradley bradshaw x bradley fic bradley fluff bradley fanfiction bradley fanfic Bradley Bradshaw fanfic bradley bradshaw imagine bradley bradshaw fluff bradley bradshaw fic bradley bradshaw fanfiction rooster x reader rooster x f!reader rooster x y/n rooster x you rooster x rooster fluff rooster bradshaw imagine bradley rooster bradshaw rooster fanfic rooster fanfiction top gun maverick x reader lovrily lovrily
WARNINGS: Just pure fluff, Spoilers for S2 EP9 Summary: Having to be a chaperone for the Snow Ball was not in your evening plans, not at all. However, as you're greeting the middle schoolers and making sure they get in safely, you run into Steve Harrington, your best friend, dropping off Dustin. It's cold and icy everywhere, but thankfully, Steve is there to lend a helping hand. A/N: Frost Kisses? Get it? Instead of Frost Bites? It's 1:10 am I gotta go to bed. Enjoy <3 Word Count: 3.4K Looking at your reflection in the mirror, all you wanted to do was rip off what you were wearing and slide into a warm pair of pajamas. A bowl of popcorn could have been on your bed, drizzled with butter and sprinkled with salt, and Indiana Jones & the Temple of Doom could have been on your small television screen. Instead, you were dressed in a ruffled blue dress with puffed sleeves that your mom had bought for you at the department store about an hour away. The shoes were uncomfy, the dress made noise when you moved, and the necklace around your neck felt like it was choking you. Your hair was pulled and tugged at it in all different directions and your shoes were pinching your feet so much that you were sure that each toe would be covered in blisters. "Y/N, would you come downstairs darling? If you're going to grab a ride with me on my way to Karen's this evening, we need to go now!" Sighing, you frowned at yourself in the mirror, swiped one last layer of lip gloss on, and shoved the tube in your clutch. You took the stairs one foot at a time and very carefully, trying to not trip over yourself. Gasping, your mother watched you come into view, instantly grabbing her polaroid and snapping a picture. You blinked away the bright flash and grimaced. Okumaya devam et steve harrington stranger things steve harrington x you steve harrington x y/n steve harrington x reader steve harrington x steve harrington fanfic steve harrington fic steve harrington fanfiction steve harrington fluff stranger things x you stranger things x y/n stranger things x reader stranger things x fem!reader steve harrington x fem!reader steve x y/n steve x you steve x reader steve fanfic steve fanfiction steve fic steve harrington steve fluff stranger things fic lovers-liability hwangcore let’s talk, shall we? it’s no secret that tumblr writers have been leaving or deactivating their blogs, especially in the last year or two. and i think the reason why is even less of a secret. the fact that writers have to practically beg for feedback and interaction on a site where they post their works for FREE is ridiculous. the fact that most of the people who are reading and consuming these works don’t even spare 10 seconds to add a nice tag to their reblog (if they even bother to do that) is borderline enraging. this is tumblr, not instagram or twitter. likes on tumblr do nothing for the writer. i don’t care if you think that it helps them appear in the tags, or if you think that seeing yet another “___ liked your post” is encouraging to them, because it doesn’t and its not. and speaking of likes, why is the ratio of likes to reblogs so fucking huge? and before you think i’m being dramatic, lets take a look at some of the notes from my own works. at the time of me writing this, my one-shot, dream lover, has 821 notes. that’s pretty good right? but let’s see how many are empty likes and how many are reblogs. 769 likes. 52 reblogs. out of those 52 reblogs, 35 of them are empty. no tag, no comment. one of my reactions currently has 2,038 notes. you may be thinking that’s a lot, which it is and i’m incredibly thankful for how many notes i’ve gotten on it. but how many are likes and how many are reblogs? 1,924 likes. 113 reblogs. out of those 113 reblogs, 81 of them are empty. one of my headcanons currently has 1,110 notes. 1,069 likes. 41 reblogs. 28 of those 41 reblog are empty. why is it so hard to reblog things and give feedback? “oh but it won’t fit my blog theme!” if you’re so fucking concerned about what your precious tumblr blog looks like, then send an ask. they’re just as appreciated. “i don’t know what to say tho!” we’re not asking you to be shakespeare. if you’re really that no thoughts head empty just put a keyboard smash, if nothing else. “but i’m shy and embarrassed!” the anonymous option is there for a reason, and most writers have it turned on. being shy when you have the option of keeping your identity a secret is no excuse. and yes, i’m aware that some writers don’t have the anon option on, which brings me to my final point. stop. demanding. if a writer has requests open, be a decent human being and use your manners. going into their inbox and saying “____’s reaction of this.” is no way to request something. saying please, thank you, or even “hey, could you do a reaction of _____?” is a thousand times better than just telling them what you want them to write. writers spend hours of their time and energy to write things for you to read, and leaving an empty like is meaningless to them. if your liked a writer’s works, reblog them and maybe add some nice fucking tags while you’re at or send an ask to them about it. because sooner or later, after so many likes and barely any interaction, more and more writers are going to leave. stop making them desperate for any spare crumb of interaction and start leaving feedback if you love these writers so much. songbirdsingingthings This is so important!! 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Dressing Up
Gönderi sahibi parkerpunology It was a tradition. A stupid, stupid tradition. You had all made the decision that if your track team made it to the state championship, you would all "dress up" the day before the meet at school. Now, although you thought your team was pretty good, but you didn't think that your team was actually - as a whole - make it to states! So, this left you staring in front of your mirror in a causal, but pretty white sundress with sunflowers on it. Paired with a pair of brown strappy sandals and a small, dainty, silver spider necklace that your boyfriend, Peter, got for your birthday one year, you sigh and make your way to the kitchen. As your mother gave you a plate of scrambled eggs and a piece of toast, she gasps with delight."Oh, Y/N! You're finally wearing that dress I got you! And, you look just lovely." She says, setting your plate down on the kitchen table. Rolling your eyes, but smiling at the same time, you took your fork and started to dig into your breakfast. "Thanks Mom." You glance at the clock and your eyes widen. "Oh crap, I gotta run. I'll see you and Dad at the hotel in North Carolina this evening!" You yell as you grab your backpack and track bag as you run out the door. "Have a good day at school!" ------------------------------- As you walked through the double doors of Midtown High, you were immediately swarmed by all of your track friends."Look at little miss high-jumper over here!" Your friend, Vivienne, says. "You really do look so good Y/N, give us a spin!" Another one of your friends, Beverly says. "Girls, let's please not make a huge deal out of this." You beg, looking at their amused faces. Vivi and Beverly then start giggling and looking at something behind you. Confused, you glance at both of their faces. "What is it? Bev, Viv, spit it out!" You say, nervously laughing. "Let's just say we know someone who is making a big deal out of this." Beverly says, laughing and giggling at you. Raising an eyebrow at them, you turn around slowly and meet your boyfriend's, Peter's, eye. You see him there, standing with his jaw almost touching the floor and an incredulous look in is eyes. Bidding goodbye to the girls you slowly make your way over to him. "Hi," you say, laughter seeping into your voice. "U-uh hi. You look… really good." Peter says, scratching the back of his neck. You give a light giggle and roll your eyes. "Thank you." "Oh, and by the way, I may have convinced Mr. Stark to fly me down to North Carolina to see you compete." He grins, interlocking his and your hands as you start walking down the hallway to get to your first class. At his words, your eyes light up. "Are you serious?!" You exclaim, your voice going up several octaves higher. He gives you a wide smile and nods. Squealing, you latch your arms around him and give him the biggest hug you could muster. Laughing, Peter returns the hug and plants a kiss on your forehead. "I may have promised to do more of the grunt work at the complex but it is so completely worth it to see you do your high jump thingy." He says giving you an eager grin. "Also, I have to say this again, because this may be one of the only days I see you in a dress at school, you really do look amazing." You almost melt under his words but manage to maintain your composure. "Well, just for you, I might make it a habit to wear a dress or skirt to school once in a while." You say, giving him a wink. "Oh Y/N L/N, you're going to be the end of me." He chuckles, giving you a long kiss. peter parker x reader reader x peter parker peter parker x y/n peter parker x you mcu fic spidermanAnime Masterlist
Gönderi sahibi xiusafira You are now reading The Local Plant Encyclopedia! Here you will find our local flora, trees, and succulents that are featured in the Botanical Gardens! Please, do take a nice stroll through each of our sections!Valentine s Bouquet ~ Candy Hearts Club Event
Singing Flowers ~ Sing To Me Event
All About Flowers ~ My Hero Academia
All About Trees ~ Attack On Titan
br All About Succulents ~ Haikyuu
bnha bakugo katsuki bakugou x reader mha x y/n mha imagines mha mha x reader attack on titan levi x reader levi ackerman eren jäger eren x reader todoroki x y/n todoroki shoto x reader todoroki shouto mha izuku bnha izuku izuku mydoria izuku midoria x reader haikyuu!! haikyuu kagayama haikyu x reader haikyuu x reader haikyū!!spring day pt 1 p parker
quackeroos Pairing: peter parker x Stark!Hanahaki!reader, peter parker x michelle jones Summary: flowers bloom in y/n's chest due to the unrequited love she has for peter. she hides her disease from everyone, her family being the only exception. now that the pain becomes unbearable, she shuts out her friends for the rest of the summer, especially peter. Warnings: blood, angst, pining, peter blowing up (figuratively), one-sided love Words: 4.7k A/n: here it is guys! my hanahaki fic inspired by @euphoria-parker 's et sanguinem flos petalis. i'm so happy to be finally posting this, even though i haven't finished my other two series. i'm still not sure how many parts this will be. either up to 4 or 6 parts? we'll see. ALSO, i'm just gonna do a quick promo. i'm turning 16 on the 7th, and i've decided to host a writing challenge in celebration of my birthday and me reaching 200+ followers! everyone is welcome to join! just click this link and you will be directed to my challenge post! ARI'S BIRTHDAY WRITING CHALLENGE! *gif not mine General Masterlist Series Masterlist Gönderi sahibi onscreenkisses She saw it coming, but she ignored all the signs and kept going. Y/n Stark is an intelligent person. Some people might call her crazy, some call her a genius, and sometimes a bit of both, just like her father. Yet when it comes to love, Y/n Stark is an absolute idiot. She wasn't inexperienced in the Love Department. She had her fair share of relationships in the past, a lot of them, yet none of them had cured the pain in her chest. Because her heart only yearned for one boy. Y/n didn't know when she had started loving Peter, but all she could remember was the feeling of something warm in her chest and the want of just being by his side forever. But that crumbled until this very moment. Y/n watched from afar. MJ and Peter, happily united, talking and finally…kissing. As she watch the scene unfold before her, the feeling of her chest tightening, and the lack of oxygen came back. She could feel it slowly, the roots spreading across her chest, stems growing bit by bit, and the flowers starting to bloom. It wasn't until later that she felt herself choking and the need for oxygen. First, she coughed up one petal, then two, until it became a pile scattered on the concrete floor. She immediately went behind a bus to hide from her two friends and continued her coughing fit. Her mouth sputtered more yellow petals and blood. They couldn't see her like that. She doesn't them to see her like that. Yellow Carnation - the meaning of rejection in the flower language. Y/n laughed at the thought of how such a beautiful flower could symbolize something so painful. Rejection. Y/n Stark had experienced it two times in her life. The first, being the rejection of her mother, hence why she now lives with her father. And the second, was Peter's. She hadn't confessed to Peter, but she knew even before, he already had his heart set on someone. And that someone wasn't her. "Miss Stark, would you like me to take you to the nearest hospital? I am seeing some restrictions in your trachea, which is making you hard to breathe." Edward, her A.I., spoke through the earpiece she wore. "I'm fine Edward. Just- Just get me out of here." she managed to speak out in labeled breaths. "But your wounds, Miss. You need to tend to them, it would le-" "Just get me out of here Edward!" Her head was immediately wrapped in her nanotech helmet and she flies across the sky as fast as she could. She didn't know where to go, her mind was completely elsewhere. But when she saw a nearby building, she didn't hesitate to land and release herself from her suit. She knelt on the ground, shaking. Her body felt so fragile she could feel herself breakdown from the physical injuries she had taken, and the emotional ones taking over her body. The bracelet buzzed on her wrist, indicating an incoming call. She opened the holographic screen, and Happy's contact picture appeared. She pressed the green button. "Kid!" his panicked voice rang in her ears. "Are you alright? Where are you? Your suit is sending me an alert!" She sniffled and sobbed out, "Happy. Ha-Happy it hurts. Please pick me up." "It's okay kid. I got you. I'm coming for you so stay there. Okay? Just hang on!" The call ended and she curled up in a ball. The comfort of the wind blowing past her made her feel a bit better. She closed her eyes in hopes of getting rid of the pain. Although her body received a lot of physical damage, the pain couldn't be compared to the pain she felt inside. Keep reading angel-spidey I'M ON THE EDGE OF MY SEAT AJSJSNSBS NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT!! quackeroos @angel-spidey you're reaction means so much to me omg 😭💗 Gönderi sahibi bomb4lurina angel-spidey Of COURSE angel I was waiting for this chapter ever since you posted the teaser!!! Great job on this one, can't wait for more ♥ Gönderi sahibi shedancedtoforget quackeroos definitely framing this moment on my wall 😭 angel-spidey ASDFGHJJ YOU'RE TOO KIND TO ME - Gönderi sahibi comebackbehere songbirdsingingthings OH MY GOD THIS IS SO GOOD I LEGIT CANNOT WAIT FOR THE NEXT PART AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! quackeroosspring day pt 2 p parker
quackeroos Pairing: peter parker x Stark!Hanahaki!reader, peter parker x michelle jones Summary: peter discovers the truth about y/n's condition. y/n had already accepted the inevitable, but peter wasn't. he came up with a plan that could possibly save her, now all he has to do is get her to agree with it. Warnings: all through out this story there will be mentions of blood, death, and will contain pining and angst. Words: 5.6k for everyone!A/n: your positive feedback from part 1 inspired me so much while i was writing this, so thank you guys so much! i didn't expect Spring Day to reach 300+ notes in a week 'coz my past works didn't… well before. so thank you so much! i forgot to mention this in the first part, but the the idea of naming this series came from BTS' song "Spring Day". you guys can listen to the song while reading it! but if you're not into kpop, that's fine. why did i name this series "Spring Day"? you'll find out at the end of the series.next update will hopefully by next week. my birthday writing challenge is still on-going, so everyone is still welcome to join! ARI'S BIRTHDAY WRITING CHALLENGE! *gif is not mine General Masterlist Series Masterlist"Hanahaki. It's a disease caused by unrequited love, wherein flowers grow inside your chest and cover up your respiratory system, making the host cough up petals and blood until you die."Peter was silent for a moment. He was sitting beside her. Mask in hand, his head hung low, just looking at the pile of petals and blood. Everything was still a blur for him, so he replied with a low tone. "How long have you had this?""A few years." Peter winced at her reply. She had been hiding her disease for years and didn't tell him? Peter tried to remain cool, hoping she could explain more. There had to be a reason why she hid it from him and their friends. Everything she does after all was for a reason. "Why didn't you tell any of us you've had this for so long? We could've helped you." She sighed. "Peter, even if I told you guys, there's nothing you can do." Even though he couldn't see her face, the sadness was laced in her voice. "What do you mean that there's nothing we can do? There has to be a cure for that!""It's isn't that simple, Peter." She stood up from her bed facing him, making Peter look up at her. "It's either I get surgery or… or my love gets requited. And surgery doesn't always work."He scoffed, "So you plan on giving up?" Keep reading caqsicle caqsicle thank you for updating 🥺🥺🤧🤧 quackeroos you're very much welcome kabayan! 😚💗 songbirdsingingthings EMOTIONS GOING EVERYWHERE waitimcomingtoo waitimcomingtooToo
Pairing: Best Friend!Peter Parker x Reader Synopsis: "He was your best friend since you were kids. Your moms were best friends before you, and then your mom and Aunt May. You'd taken baths together as children, went to preschool together, learned to ride bikes together. Hell, your first word was his name. Peter even drew in his forehead with Mays red lipstick when you got your first pimple so you wouldn't feel embarrassed. Was this the boy you were meant to fall in love with? Your life long best friend?" Warning: angst Peter Parker was your best friend. You loved his humor and his cocky smirk he wore when he said something funny and knew it. You loved (but told him you hated) how he could make you laugh no matter what situation you were in. You loved his stupid quaffed hair that he refused to cut. You loved his nerdy graphic tees that you had a bad habit of stealing. "Wear your own shirts." Peter would complain, though he secretly found the sight of you in his t-shirts to be heavenly. "But yours are soft." You'd whine. "Tell me what fabric softener you use." "I can't tell you. It's an old Parker family secret." Peter would lie. It wasn't really. He used Snuggle. But he couldn't tell you that, or you'd stop having a reason to steal his shirts. Keep reading waitimcomingtoo This was the first story I wrote that I truly loved. songbirdsingingthings ONE OF MY FAVS waitimcomingtooParanoid
waitimcomingtoo Pairing: Peter Parker x reader submitted by @7teenbl-ck : your Criminal Minds obsession gets you paranoid about crime in your neighborhood. Everything scares you now, even Peter Masterlist (this gif has nothing to do with the story but omg look at it) Gönderi sahibi gameraboy1 "Baby, wake up." You jolted awake when Peter shook you, your laptop sliding off your stomach and onto the bed. "What time is it?" You asked groggily as you rubbed your eyes. Sleepy you was peters favorite version of you, so he took a minute to answer as he admired the way your hair stuck up in every direction. "It's not even nine yet. I just got back from patrol." He told you as he rubbed your hip. Keep reading songbirdsingingthings MY TWO FAVORITE THINGS ALL ROLLED UP IN ONE ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️Heart Eyes
Gönderi sahibi commxnderwolffe ❀ Back to Navigation ❀ ❀ Top Gun Masterlist ❀ Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x F!Reader WARNINGS: Just Fluff <3 Summary: For his whole life, Rooster has had one special, defining feature - his heart eyes. Full of such love and adoration for so many things, he's been told and teased countless times by his mother and friends for them. So when you, the niece of Penny Benjamin, walk into a garden party where he and his top gun buddies have been invited to with a smile on your face and the sweetest personality to boot? How can he help it - he just has heart eyes for you. A/N: Idkkkk I had this idea and kinda loved it. Now, 2.8K words later, it's all written and done! As always, I appreciate comments, constructive criticism, and support, so let me know what you think! Requests are open <3. Enjoy!!!! It had been a part of Bradley for as long as he could remember. Other kids had defining characteristics to them – dimples on their cheeks, a buck-toothed grin, maybe even the cutest button nose to date. But Bradley, oh little Bradley, he has heart eyes. With so much love in his heart, his big, brown doe eyes would fill with so much compassion and adoration for things that he couldn't keep it in him. He wore his heart on his sleeve and his love in his eyes.His mother always used to tell him that he had them whenever his babysitter, Audrey, would watch him for the night. She was a high schooler who lived close by, always willing to lend a helping hand to Mrs. Bradshaw and her son. Bradley saw her as the prettiest girl alive – long hair, a kind grin, and always happy to let him talk to her about his new action figures. "Oh honey, you've got heart eyes." Is what she would always say, grabbing his chin gently and giving him a nose kiss. He'd blush and duck his head away, trying to hide the fact that he was utterly infatuated with his babysitter. "No I don't," Bradley would protest, "She's just nice, that's all." Sensing her son's embarrassment, she'd switch topics quickly and let him show her how he organized his model planes. But anyone could see the way his eyes transformed when his babysitter would walk through the door and give him a big hug. Okumaya devam et bradley x reader bradley bradshaw x reader bradley bradshaw bradley x y/n bradley x you bradley x bradley bradshaw x female reader bradley bradshaw x y/n bradley bradshaw x you bradley bradshaw x bradley fic bradley fluff bradley fanfiction bradley fanfic Bradley Bradshaw fanfic bradley bradshaw imagine bradley bradshaw fluff bradley bradshaw fic bradley bradshaw fanfiction rooster x reader rooster x f!reader rooster x y/n rooster x you rooster x rooster fluff rooster bradshaw imagine bradley rooster bradshaw rooster fanfic rooster fanfiction top gun maverick x reader lovrily lovrily
speed of sound part 3
steve harrington x reader part 3 of 3 13k words ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ as will byers older sister, you vaguely know steve harrington. upon becoming steve harrington's (randomly and abruptly selected) lab partner, you realize you know him even less than you thought. 「 link to part one & part two 」 warnings: fem!reader, byers!reader, shy!reader, bickering, lab partners, classmates, starts in season 2 ends in season 4, frenemies to lovers, slow burn, pining, "unrequited" love emphasis on the air quotes, steve is popular and reader is not, doting mother joyce, running with the headcanon that jonathan dropped out of high school, hurt/comfort, language, blood/injury warnings level to what's on the show, slight canon divergence in epilogue Okumaya devam et songbirdsingingthings Masterful - absolutely masterful writing. This is one of the best works I've ever seen down to the plot to the descriptions and everything in between💗💕✨ steve harrington x reader fluff steve harrington drabble stranger things fic stranger things x reader stranger things steve harrington x y/n steve harrington imagine steve harrington x reader steve harrington steve harrington x youFrost Kisses
Gönderi sahibi stilinskijedi011❀ Back to Navigation ❀ ❀ Stranger Things Masterlist ❀ Steve Harrington x F!ReaderWARNINGS: Just pure fluff, Spoilers for S2 EP9 Summary: Having to be a chaperone for the Snow Ball was not in your evening plans, not at all. However, as you're greeting the middle schoolers and making sure they get in safely, you run into Steve Harrington, your best friend, dropping off Dustin. It's cold and icy everywhere, but thankfully, Steve is there to lend a helping hand. A/N: Frost Kisses? Get it? Instead of Frost Bites? It's 1:10 am I gotta go to bed. Enjoy <3 Word Count: 3.4K Looking at your reflection in the mirror, all you wanted to do was rip off what you were wearing and slide into a warm pair of pajamas. A bowl of popcorn could have been on your bed, drizzled with butter and sprinkled with salt, and Indiana Jones & the Temple of Doom could have been on your small television screen. Instead, you were dressed in a ruffled blue dress with puffed sleeves that your mom had bought for you at the department store about an hour away. The shoes were uncomfy, the dress made noise when you moved, and the necklace around your neck felt like it was choking you. Your hair was pulled and tugged at it in all different directions and your shoes were pinching your feet so much that you were sure that each toe would be covered in blisters. "Y/N, would you come downstairs darling? If you're going to grab a ride with me on my way to Karen's this evening, we need to go now!" Sighing, you frowned at yourself in the mirror, swiped one last layer of lip gloss on, and shoved the tube in your clutch. You took the stairs one foot at a time and very carefully, trying to not trip over yourself. Gasping, your mother watched you come into view, instantly grabbing her polaroid and snapping a picture. You blinked away the bright flash and grimaced. Okumaya devam et steve harrington stranger things steve harrington x you steve harrington x y/n steve harrington x reader steve harrington x steve harrington fanfic steve harrington fic steve harrington fanfiction steve harrington fluff stranger things x you stranger things x y/n stranger things x reader stranger things x fem!reader steve harrington x fem!reader steve x y/n steve x you steve x reader steve fanfic steve fanfiction steve fic steve harrington steve fluff stranger things fic lovers-liability hwangcore let’s talk, shall we? it’s no secret that tumblr writers have been leaving or deactivating their blogs, especially in the last year or two. and i think the reason why is even less of a secret. the fact that writers have to practically beg for feedback and interaction on a site where they post their works for FREE is ridiculous. the fact that most of the people who are reading and consuming these works don’t even spare 10 seconds to add a nice tag to their reblog (if they even bother to do that) is borderline enraging. this is tumblr, not instagram or twitter. likes on tumblr do nothing for the writer. i don’t care if you think that it helps them appear in the tags, or if you think that seeing yet another “___ liked your post” is encouraging to them, because it doesn’t and its not. and speaking of likes, why is the ratio of likes to reblogs so fucking huge? and before you think i’m being dramatic, lets take a look at some of the notes from my own works. at the time of me writing this, my one-shot, dream lover, has 821 notes. that’s pretty good right? but let’s see how many are empty likes and how many are reblogs. 769 likes. 52 reblogs. out of those 52 reblogs, 35 of them are empty. no tag, no comment. one of my reactions currently has 2,038 notes. you may be thinking that’s a lot, which it is and i’m incredibly thankful for how many notes i’ve gotten on it. but how many are likes and how many are reblogs? 1,924 likes. 113 reblogs. out of those 113 reblogs, 81 of them are empty. one of my headcanons currently has 1,110 notes. 1,069 likes. 41 reblogs. 28 of those 41 reblog are empty. why is it so hard to reblog things and give feedback? “oh but it won’t fit my blog theme!” if you’re so fucking concerned about what your precious tumblr blog looks like, then send an ask. they’re just as appreciated. “i don’t know what to say tho!” we’re not asking you to be shakespeare. if you’re really that no thoughts head empty just put a keyboard smash, if nothing else. “but i’m shy and embarrassed!” the anonymous option is there for a reason, and most writers have it turned on. being shy when you have the option of keeping your identity a secret is no excuse. and yes, i’m aware that some writers don’t have the anon option on, which brings me to my final point. stop. demanding. if a writer has requests open, be a decent human being and use your manners. going into their inbox and saying “____’s reaction of this.” is no way to request something. saying please, thank you, or even “hey, could you do a reaction of _____?” is a thousand times better than just telling them what you want them to write. writers spend hours of their time and energy to write things for you to read, and leaving an empty like is meaningless to them. if your liked a writer’s works, reblog them and maybe add some nice fucking tags while you’re at or send an ask to them about it. because sooner or later, after so many likes and barely any interaction, more and more writers are going to leave. stop making them desperate for any spare crumb of interaction and start leaving feedback if you love these writers so much. songbirdsingingthings This is so important!! It absolutely makes my day when I see reblogs with tags AND/OR comments that offer constructive criticism, feedback, or just reactions to the work - it motivates me, and other writers, so much!🥹💗💕 Bunu uygulamada gör. Daha fazla sonuç göster