trisscar368:

Hey can you guys do me a favor? If you or a loved one has a fandom nsfw sideblog that included art, I need you to go through what you have and send it to me so it can be preserved.

Send posts by pm to this blog, submit links here or to @theroadsofararchive, or email the art (please for the love of god with artist credit) to theroadsofararchive(at)gmail.com

We’ve got two weeks as things stand to save what we can of our at-risk art.

robotmango:

i’ve just seen someone ask, “ao3 is problematic, tumblr is problematic, is there nowhere to go, is nothing sacred???”

like…. no.

it’s not.

there is nowhere sacred for fandom-at-large to go. and i don’t think there is anywhere sacred that fandom-at-large can go. wherever we go, by definition, would be profane: profanus, outside the temple. doesn’t necessarily mean dirty or bad. profane is just where we are, outside the temple. that’s the space where everyday life is lived.

if you are waiting for a “perfect” space for all fandom, where no monsters can ever tread, i am sorry, but it doesn’t exist. it can’t, not out here, beyond the temple. no open-access platform (like ao3, like tumblr, like twitter) will ever live up to perfect ideals for everybody all the time. (that’s not a reason not to strive for decency, of course! and you can sensibly ban nazis and illegal materials and porn bots and harassment without doing what tumblr’s doing, which is panicking and throwing everything it owns out a window.)

but we are all just humans, from anonymous trolls to moderators: everything we can build is still just built by people. people fail. people forget. people ignore. people are too busy, too greedy, too idealistic, too short on resources, too whatever, to be perfect. so if you want a big open cross-fandom platform to play in, what you get is profanity. in a very broad sense.

if you want a perfect space, a sacred space, you have to build it inside the temple. i don’t mean that in a specific religious sense: not a Jewish or Christian or Muslim sense. i mean, you are going to have to build a pure fannish temple and keep the profane world away from it: specifically, you’d have to keep most of the world out. it couldn’t be a place for fandom-at-large: it would have to be a place for fandom-at-small. for the few. because you are going to have to build doctrine and enforce it. you are going to have to define sin and cast sinners out. and no free open social media platform is going to do that for you: you’d have to do it yourself, continuously, rigorously, defensively, judgementally, like a guard at a gate. like a god.

“that sounds like a lot of work!” oh, it is. it’s a lot of work to gatekeep. “oh, i’m not talking about being a gatekeeper, i just want bad stuff gone!” mm-hmm. i understand. i genuinely do. but let me know if you find an easy, cheap, non-exclusionary way to let hundreds of thousands of people with very different backgrounds and beliefs post millions of pieces of only universally acceptable, non-problematic, perfect content. i’ll be over here holding my breath.

angvlicmish:

In Your Own Time

Rating: Teen and Up

Word Count: 16,205 words

Tags: College/University, Fluff, Mutual Pining, First Kiss, Flirty!Dean Coach!Castiel

Summary: In an
attempt to get out more often, Castiel decides to coach casual running sessions
at the local university track. It’s simple and quite relaxing until one day Dean Winchester shows up, a new student who doesn’t even hesitate to immediately start hitting on him.

Running has always been Castiel’s thing. He doesn’t remember a time when he wasn’t running. It’s his form of meditation. The only time during the day when he’s not thinking about anything else. Only focusing on the sound of his feet hitting the pavement, the rhythm of his breath – and of course pumping his legs as fast as he can whenever the chorus of any song he’s listening to comes on.

Yeah, sure, running is good for you. But he doesn’t do it for that. It’s just an added benefit. He does it to feel free. To feel that ever present weight of the world lift from his shoulders.

Coaching hasn’t always been Castiel’s thing. In fact, a few years ago it probably would have been the last thing he would get into. He doesn’t choose to be social. But he needs to get out of the house somehow. And so far, this casual running training that he’s been holding at the local university track has been doing alright. All of the guys and girls he’s been training for the last year have been nice enough and somewhere along the way he began to enjoy turning up every Monday, Wednesday and Friday to run these university students into the ground.

And today is no different. University holidays are finally over and it’s their first training of the new semester. A few new recruits have even signed up. He still has a small squad, fifteen at the most, but he prefers it that way.

The night is buzzing with people going about – whether it’s in groups like his own or people using the track and field by themselves for whatever it is they’re doing. There’s even a whole group of students from a local high school sitting at the other end of the grandstand, ready to begin their training.

Castiel himself is standing on the inside of the track, going over tonight’s session on his clipboard whilst eyeing the students flocking in to sit at the bottom of the grandstand across from him. Benny’s the first to arrive, shouting across the track to ask how his holiday was and soon after all of his usual students are there, slipping out of their jackets and pulling on their runners before having a loud chat amongst themselves.

A few minutes past six o’clock and Castiel calls them all over to begin. Lead by Benny and Victor they all head across the track to stand in front of him and he immediately identifies the newbies.

“Welcome to all the new faces I see. I’m Castiel and I will be your coach for this semester or for however many sessions you decide to show up to.”

A few chuckles spread throughout the small group but Castiel doesn’t have time to go on because someone beats him to it, loudly saying, “Wait? You’re the coach?” Castiel turns towards the student standing beside Victor. Tall with light brown hair and a smattering of freckles across his tan face. And…well, quite handsome if he says so himself.

Castiel squints. “Yes, that is what I just said.”

The student laughs, a low, warm sound before whistling loudly. “Oh fuck, sir, I would’ve brushed up some more if I knew our coach would be this attractive.”

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postmodernmulticoloredcloak:

princesscas:

surfacage:

Spread this message. If you’ve had content flagged you need to check if Tumblr has muted your blog. Your posts will still show up on the dash of followers but your most recent posts will be from hours ago (up to 48 hours prior) on your actual blog URL. Make a test post and post it to your blog. Go to your blog url in an incognito window and see if the post you just made can be seen. If it can you’re good. If not Tumblr has muted your blog.

Check your blogs lads. Just in case.

Oh what fun, its seems I’ve been muted? Over 10 posts haven’t shown up. 

Sooo I guess this means I have original posts flagged? LIKE I CAN FIND THEM IN OVER 50K+ POSTS THANKS TUMBLR 

@princesscas I thought my most recent 10 posts or so weren’t there but they were, there were just older posts stuck in front of them! You have to open the older ‘stuck’ posts in individual pages, click on the edit button (the pencil-shaped thing on the top of the page), click ‘save’, and they should go back to their correct position! Check if your new posts are just pushed back, my newer posts started on page 3.

I did that and now my blog seems normal.

Imagine Destiel in Disneyland…

destielhiseyesopened:

On a business trip out to Los Angeles, Cas manages to schedule in a day at Disneyland. He feels awkward going alone though. So while he pretty much never uses the hookup app he downloaded on a whim (mostly to get his brother Gabriel off his back about dating, plus also, it’s a little bit of an ego boost when guys “wink” at him, even if he never actually meets any of them), he changes his profile to advertise that he’s looking for a Disney date and sends out a few messages to nearby cuties.

Cas doesn’t really expect it to work – after all, who’s gonna shell out for an expensive Disneyland ticket just to have a blind date with some stranger? But to his surprise, a local guy with an annual pass takes him up on the offer. Enter Dean Winchester, big time Disney fan, and the man about to change Cas’s life…