Idk If This Happens To Anyone Else Or If It's Just Me, But Tumblr Keeps Doing This Thing Where My Long

idk if this happens to anyone else or if it's just me, but tumblr keeps doing this thing where my long posts (i.e. answered asks, starters, etc.) take at least 5-10mins to show up on the dash, but will post to my blog instantly. but little posts like this show up on the dash no problem. i'm so confused and idk why this is happening but it's driving me crazy dflkja;s

tagged by: @imaginarianisms tagging: anyone who wants to do this!

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐁 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔?

MINT

The world is a puzzle, so complex and multifaceted that you long to run your hands through the tapestry of its wonders and stay there forever, lost in the threads and colors and stories. You wish to stay there forever and you tell yourself it's to know the world but maybe it's not, maybe it's a fear that you're not enough, that you're so fragile and helpless in a world that moves too fast, to sharply, too many bright, painful colors that you stay locked inside your mind and thoughts, where you decide the tempo of your world, where you can grow and be as competent, as capable as you want, where the world is as wide as you can imagine it and never out of control unless you want it to be. Your shield is your knowledge, your mind, and you never feel ready enough for the world around you, never feel prepared enough, never safe, and you wonder if things could have been different, if you could have been better, happier, more like everyone else if you'd just known what you know now.

BASIL

You wear a thousand masks and you claim them all. You say they are all you, all parts of you but some of them you picked up when you needed to be brave, some you picked up when you failed because you were yourself, some of them you picked up because you needed to be stronger for someone smaller, better for someone bigger, useful for someone crueler, and you can't help but desperately scramble for first place, for usefulness, to prove you're worth keeping around, to prove you're the best, to prove you're good enough, valuable, enough. You just want someone to tell you you're enough. You strive for success, to be a role model, to take the lead, to be someone everyone loves, someone who can't fall, someone who can't be hurt the way you were once, the way you're running from even now. Sometimes you just want someone to hold your hand and let you spill all your broken fragments outward but you know you could never let it go. The only thing holding you together some days is the image of perfection and success and security and the worst part is that everyone else needs you to never falter either because you so often are the one holding everyone together too. You can't help but wonder if your emotions are ever your own, if you are just an actor in a life that's not your own, if you were cursed to be a mannequin, a doll, from the moment you were born and placed into a life where you were a child meant to be seen, not heard, to perform, not live, and the jealousy the injustice or the pain is fueled into masks as you take the world by storm.

now that my tag dumps are outta the way, i'll make each muse a little character banner (as much as i love icons, i cannot be bothered to make a bunch of icons for every muse i have) and then i'll start on the asks i've received!

@lastedpromise asked: 7 [ steve to nancy! ]

#𝟕: "𝑯𝑰 𝑰𝑻'𝑺 𝑴𝑬" - 𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒏𝒊𝒌𝒌𝒐 / 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙵𝚈 𝚆𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙳 !

uh, when i'm with you i have amnesia, got me without a mind... my stupid brain thinks that i need you, misleads me all the time... [ ... ] 'cause i forget the crazy shit, the littlest things impress me... mediocre in the bed, my bestie would never let me... uh, i did it again...

          college  was  somehow  both  what  n.ancy  w.heeler  did  and  did  not  expect.  she  expected  a  heavy  course  load  and  to  not  have  much  free  time—and  sometimes  it  truly  was  like  that,  but  she  hadn’t  expected  to  befriend  some  of  the  people  in  her  classes,  much  less  expected  to  be  invited  out  for  drinks  to  celebrate  the  end  of  semester  exams.  normally,  nancy  wouldn’t  have  agreed—not  much  of  a  partier  in  general—but  with  how  much  of  an  absolute  STRESS  BALL  she’d  been  over  the  whole  ordeal,  she  agreed.

          and,  without  giving  it  much  thought,  she  got  carried  away—far  too  carried  away  to  be  sober  enough  to  make  it  home  on  her  own.  if  she  were  sober,  she’d  kick  herself  for  letting  herself  go  this  far.  though,  she’ll  be  paying  the  price  of  her  actions  by  tomorrow,  if  not  tonight,  depending  on  the  reaction  she  got  from  steve.  if  she  were  any  more  sober  than  she  currently  was,  she’d  feel  guilty.  because,  truly,  he  didn’t  deserve  this.

          “ steve, ”  she  crooned  into  the  payphone  outside  of  the  bar  she  and  her  classmates  had  gone  to.  “ steveeeee…  i,  um…  need  you… ”  her  words  were  slightly  slurred,  despite  any  attempts  to  sound  normal.  

          a  giggle  escaped  her  lips  before  she  could  stop  it,  followed  by,  “ it's  like  i  need  a  babysitter—someone  to  come  and  get  me…  you…have  experience  in  that,  don’t  you…?  can  you  come  pick  me  up ?  pleaseeee…? ”

          surely,  when  she’s  sober,  she’ll  feel  terrible  about  all  of  this.

i'm tempted to add more muses to my multi but i really shouldn't.......but god am i tempted lol