Pour one out for all the stories you’ll never find again, that you barely remember in totality, but that left an impression on you that you’ll never forget.
The short stories from standardized tests that you only had a few minutes to read, but those minutes will last a lifetime.
The books on the library display shelf you used to occupy time until your mom could come pick you up from school.
The graphic novel you picked up when you were first getting into comics and could never find again.
The single lines or themes from stories you otherwise don’t remember, save for the one thing that you saw and internalized as a new part of your personality.
Let’s pour one out for the books that built us, even if we never could find them again, and couldn’t of we wanted to.
Imagine if Chuck wasn’t a prophet, and the Supernatural books based on the lives of the Winchesters didn’t exist.
What if instead there was another book about the world of Dean and Sam Winchester based on Dean’s journal. What if Dean began writing more and more in depth about his life as he got older and closer to retirement.
The book is sold as fiction, a story about a family built on tragedy and the dark supernatural world they inhabited as hunters, the people they saved and the unusual friends they made…and it would be incredibly detailed, there’d be hand drawn illustrations of devils traps and angel sigils along with spells. It draws the reader in so much it gets heralded by critics for its imagination and elaborate world building.
Little do these critics know that it is all 100% true, and contains all the knowledge needed to deal with pretty much every ghost and monster. Just in case.
One night a girl is in her bedroom sitting at her desk, when the light flickers, and she suddenly feels cold. Dean’s “novel” is on her bedside table just a foot away. She turns to see something move in the corner of her eye. Spooked, she grabs her iron school trophy to protect herself, because iron stops ghosts like she read in the book, and immediately starts rolling her eyes at her own ridiculousness because ghosts aren’t real stupid….only suddenly, an apparition appears right before her and takes her by surprise. She squeals, while instinctively swiping the trophy through the ghost causing it to dissipate before her eyes and suddenly she’s alone again, not only shocked that she had seen a ghost for real….but that the iron trophy worked. Mouth still open she turns to the book still sitting on her bedside table.
You see, Dean didn’t write this to make a few dollars. He knew that one day he wouldn’t be around any more, and wanted to continue saving people even after he was gone, so knowing the world will never take the book seriously if claimed to be true, he decided to disguise his journal/guide to hunting monsters as a work of fiction. He figured if even one person who reads his book manages to save either themselves or someone else with the knowledge he’s passing on then its worth while. It becomes a bestseller.
No one can ever get in touch with the writer who goes by the name D M Winchester, Dean likes to keep himself to himself away from the limelight. No one has ever seen his face. He talks to the publishers via email only, and when they forward him various letters and emails from his fans about how the book saved their lives, along with details of the monsters etc they’d encountered, Dean just replies they all must be super fans with an overactive imagination.
Sitting at the computer while wearing an old robe and slippers, grey haired but still handsome, Dean can’t help but smile to himself whenever he reads those letters.
I have achieved joy, I feel positive feelings toward Tumblr, I want to engage, I want to stay, my eyeballs land on more ads, you make more money, everyone wins! 🎉
Seeing the collapsed thread, you go like this:
😮 ooh, that’s cool 😐 “16 cents”? yes, that’s literally what the pic shows, not sure why you felt the need to say that
There is no motivation for me to uncollapse the reblog chain—it looks like a boring conversation about the denominations of coins. And even if I do uncollapse it, you’ve ruined the joke by showing me the punchline before the setup. I am sad, Tumblr is boring, I go elsewhere to entertain myself, I see less ads, you make less money, everyone loses. 😥
Reblog chains are the best thing about Tumblr. They are your unique super power. They are the thing that makes people screenshot Tumblr and share it around. Why on earth would you kneecap them??
I don’t know exactly how you plan to implement this. Give people the option to keep them collapsed if there truly are people who are annoyed by how long they can get (you already have a version of this feature), but don’t collapse them for everyone or new users by default. Please. It will make Tumblr so much more boring.
reylo is dead. mozart/salieri (Amadeus, 1984) is in. mozart/salieri from the movie amadeus is the new reylo
I walked into the bathroom at the place I work and this 14 year old girl kept glaring at me. Mind you, my hair is in a garish powdered pink wig, and I’m wearing breeches, and my lipstick is Mozart ball scented. She kept glaring at me so I eventually said, “is there a problem?” and I kid you not, she spat, “are you a saliozart ?”
