I...am officially a college graduate.  5.5 years in the making, and I admit, it still feels a little surreal.  To be done, to have finished and not faceplanted somewhere along the way.

.....Okay, to have not faceplanted and not gotten back up and kept going somewhere along the way.

It feel surreal enough that...good, honest, nervous excitement and hope for the future is plucking the strings of my anxiety, like ‘the other shoe is going too fall soon’.  Even if it’s too late for that, pff.

I’ve even been tagged by a recruiter last week from the job fair I attended back in October.  So while it’s not an official job offer, the ball is still rolling on that.

Anyway, yeah.  Just a little ‘vent’ post to try and decompress a little, and to let folks know what’s going on.  Feel free to tag me here, discord, or pillowfort.io (same blog name).  And I hope you’re having an excellent day. -J. ))

Anyone over on Pillowfort can find me at the same URL.  ^^ ))

tfw you have a small itch for writing, but are on mini-hiatus until tumblr either unfucks itself or lights itself on fire and either one would be amusing to watch. ))

Blergh.  While I’ve read about the news and ‘update’....finger quotes used really generously...to the site in a couple weeks, I’m torn.

On one hand, I do treasure the relationships, friends, and writing partners I’ve made here.  I’ve been exclusively ‘sfw’ on the dash for a big reason, and won’t really be personally affected by the changes.

On the other hand...ugh.  I can’t stand the huge uproar and overreaction to the Apple store takedown.  The old “Shut.  Down.  Everything.” meme from Pandemic comes to mind.  Yes, I’m dating myself with that comment, you hush.

I have friends who dabble in nsfw.  I know a ton of sideblogs that will get hammered.  Not gonna lie, *I* go looking sometimes, and I follow a fair number of artists that depict adult content.  I’m watching similar artists who use this site for exposure to make a living frantically rushing to relocate content, to comb their archives for any hint of something that might violate policy.

...And I kind of wanna leave.  There’s that one ‘Don’t Leave Tumblr’ post floating around, saying ‘when there’s a problem, do you tuck and run?’.  My counter is...what would hurt them worse?  A group of left-behinds holding a candlelight vigil for the way things used to be?  Or...not giving them site hits, and ad revenue, and whatever else Tumblr sends down the pipeline to your machine?  Do we keep eating poisonous lettuce and send petitions and demands for change to the government?  No.  We stop eating the fucking lettuce.  We boycott the products and services that treat us like garbage.  When the only thing that matters to a company is money...the only way they listen is if the money gets compromised.  We’ve got the ‘pulled off the app store’ fiasco facts to back this up.

I’m not 100% convinced, but I’m on the ‘in favor of leaving’ side of the fence.  I’ll leave the askbox and IM’s open (like always), in case folks want to present a case, or a counterargument.  And I’m also very interested in a place I can relocate the blog to, if there’s a popular consensus.  I’m not giving up on writing, and plan to keep on...just...yeah.  This site is going to need a major upheaval.  I’m on Discord, and Telegram messenger, and anyone’s welcome to request my contacts there if they’d like to chat / keep in touch.

This is also okay to reblog if it resonates and you wanna just use my words to convey it.  And feel free to add your own on the reblog.

All the best to everyone.  -J. ))

undergrounds-hero‌:

A few more little traded kisses.  At this point, it’s hardly a secret that the pair had a thing for one another.  So if the monsters down here were gonna talk, well...he’d give them something to talk about.

“Don’t you dare be sorry.  Work is important!  Trust me, I oughta know.  Even though I’m mostly just a figurehead down here and whoever’s left, well..they honestly take pretty good care of themselves.  And I DO write you, you goof.  Just..by time things reach where you are, you’ve had to move on.  Little texts here and there, but...nothing beats time with you like this.”  He has a point!

“I remember last time you had a week off, you barely got out of bed..”  There was  little twinkle in his eyes, though.  The fact that catching up on rest, sleep, and enjoying not having any obligations miiiiight not have been the only reason for that.

Need a Lift?  Closed w/ @undergrounds-hero (cont. from here)

He did his best to treat her like a princess.  Since, well.  As long as she was in his arms, she kind of was one, practically by default.

“Far too long, and there’s probably some lost time to be made up for,” he said, not even concerned with bridal-carrying this girl wherever he happened to be going.  “Ambassador work’s had you all over the place for like...a year now, and surface visits aren’t too frequent for me.”

He stole that kiss back, soft and a little lippy, letting it linger for however long it could.  “Missed you too, sugar.  A lot.”

tendervoiced‌:

He tucked a hand into the pocket of his jeans, comfy even in the chill of Snowdin because he’s covered in fluff.  “And I wasn’t expecting a serenade on my walk home.  So we’re even, right?”  He wasn’t doing a thing to diminish that color in his new friend’s cheeks.

“Anyway, don’t...worry about formalities.  The ‘sir’ stuff is more my Dad’s spiel.”  He set his bags down somewhere the snow couldn’t soak through, and offered her his hand.  “So, s’pose that leaves two questions for me to ask, then.  One - might I ask your name?  And, two - d’you need a hand with these decorations?”

It was the least he could do for leaving her a fluffy, flustered, foot-shuffling little mess and only..being a tiny bit sorry about it.

tendervoiced‌:

Some days were quiet as he savored the crunch of the snow under his feet when he went for groceries.  Today, though, was a different story.  And he followed the melodic voice he heard.  Lo and behold, there was a cute appearance to go with that voice!

..One that appeared to be oblivious to passers-by as she decorated and finished the chorus to her carol.  And then, the prince got an idea.  Waiting for the perfect time, he chimed in to sing a couple bars of the first verse with her in his best Bing Crosby croon.

City sidewalks, busy sidewalks ♫ Dressed in holiday cheer ♪

He’d continue until she took notice, which..probably wouldn’t take long when you suddenly have harmony to your melody.  And he’d give her a charming smile.

“Don’t stop on my account.  You have a lovely singing voice, miss.”