I’ve often said that I don’t like to use the phrase “IRL” to distinguish the walking world from this virtual one, because it implies that my online existence is not “real”, or that I don’t consider people I meet online as “real”, which is vaguely insulting. For some it’s true, though; their online persona and their persona out in the physical world are vastly different. But most of us are not playing a character, and having walked the same floors with quite a few of my fellow tumblrites, I can say that everyone I’ve met (so far) was, “IRL”, pretty much exactly as I’d expected they’d be based on their blog and interactions on Tumblr and elsewhere online.
Nonetheless, it remains true that Tumblr, while existing as a virtual world within the real world, is not the real world. I know this because I asked y’all to tell me what the world would be like if Tumblr were the real world. Having read all of those responses, it seems clear that there is, in fact, a valid distinction between the real world and the Tumblrverse, because in many ways the Tumblrverse sounds like something I’d very much enjoy. And not just because a handful of y’all think I’d be some sort of super-hero queen, as well as Seth’s mother.
Because if Tumblr were the real world …
… but wait? Tumblr is the real world! The internet is not an imaginary place! Friends made online and connections forged over the web are not false. They’re as real as any face-to-face, in-person, “IRL” interactions. If you fall in love from across a coffee shop or across the country, the emotion is just as real. Still, most people don’t consider Tumblr “the real world”, so I guess if it were, the primary difference would be that they would.
~ Chris O’Brien
Pictures would be food and no one would ever go hungry.
~ Anonymous
Roggy would have a harem.
Justin would have 72 daughters, a dozen sons, not know a single one of the mothers, and still claim not to have slept around much.
~ Justin
The world would be a better place.
~ Anonymous
Jen would be my adopted mother, and I would make her Mother’s Day cards with stick figure us’s on them.
~ Seth
I would succeed in making Roggy my husband.
~ Bella
We’d have entire states populated by fandoms, writers, and artists. Everyone would hook up with each other eventually.
~ Jared
We would all have higher levels of Vitamin D.
~ Mercy
The letter “E” wouldn’t be the most used letter in the alphabet.
~ Chris Evans
My parents would flip.
~ (asearchforsunshine)
A lot of fictional characters would have to pay child support.
~ Anonymous
A feature would be like hanging your work on Mom’s fridge.
~ Sarah
Gray faceless people would come up to you on the streets asking personal questions, or just letting you know you suck hairy balls.
~ Lucian
50% of the population wouldn’t have a face.
~ Chris Evans
It would be a felony offense to lie on “TMI” Tuesday. Simple refusal to answer a question would be a misdemeanor, with a fine of up to $500 per offense.
There would be a lot of tea parties.
~ (whisperingofdawn)
It would look a lot like Japan, only the entire country has been overrun by Whovians.
~ Anonymous
The U.S. House of Representatives would probably be dominated by people who’d run on a platform of “you’ll get to see more pics of me cosplaying.”
~ Chris O’Brien
It would be like a Roman orgy.
~ Josh, a.k.a. Pikey
It would be equipped with a psych ward.
~ (arkthelordofmarch)
We’d all be in a utopia where depression and being broken would be long forgotten because we’d have finally found a place to belong, where we aren’t judged and instead accepted and loved for all that we are.
~ Bella
More wars would be waged over conflicting OTPs than over resources, religion, or any other reason combined.
~ Anonymous
Roggy would be my slave.
~ Alison
Jen would be queen.
~ (cat-n-the-hat)
Joy would be Madame Butterfly and Queen Jen would knight Mike — Sir Mike Frawley.
~ Roggy
Luke and I would be getting drunk shouting insults at people most of the fucking day.
~ Josh, a.k.a. Pikey
I’d have a hard time telling the difference.
~ Carl
Every painting would move.
~ Chris Evans
“Meme appreciation” would be a required course in all high schools.
Every teacher would be as badass as Kate.
~ Estee
We wouldn’t have to say “fuck society” because our society would be perfect.
~ Bella
Jocks would get spammed and nerds would be regarded as “popular”.
~ (asearchforsunshine)
Every time someone ever approved of what I said, they’d stick a giant heart above my forehead, or steal my essence to add to their collection.
~ (johnnynemo)
People would be serenading their crushes/loved ones with poetic words. Then they’d be hooking up and having sex with one another.
~ (writeinspace)
A follow would be a smile from a stranger.
~ Sarah
I’d have 100 or so people following me wherever I went, but most of them would only pay attention to what I do between 10 p.m. and 4 a.m.
~ Chris O’Brien
I’d wish I was a vampire who never needed sleep because I’d rather spend my time hanging out with all the awesomeness.
~ Bella
Jen would be rich and famous, would live in JRR Manor, have a butler named Roggy, drive the Jenmobile, and have her own movie coming out called “The Dark Writer Rises” in which she crashes her car into a brick wall but makes a super comeback and defeats the army of the Anon Greylings with help from a mysterious hero named Silverling. Of course, she would answer all my calls on the first ring too.
~ Edward
Note: A response to this.
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I’ve always surrounded myself with men. Well, mostly they’ve been boys. I aim to dominate; I aim to make them fall. Sometimes I surprise myself and end up with a real relationship. I know how to play; I know how to charm. I know how to leave you wanting more; but, perhaps more importantly, I know how to stay and have you feel the same way. In high school we read Great Expectations and a friend took to calling me Estella. He was wise beyond his years and the only line Dickens ever wrote that I’ve preserved in memory was one Miss Havisham saying “Well? You can break his heart.” And my trail is devastation.
Thunder may energize, but monitor the time between the boom and the strike, because some of us have no patience and I will not wait for you. I stand strong and my feet stick solid ground though I may tell you otherwise. Yet on occasion I falter. I lose my footing or the ground I thought solid suddenly crumbles and I fall.
Stay. I will be your shelter, for at least as long as these beams bend. I don’t mind telling you they broke long ago. I can’t be the shelter when I’m too busy being the storm. You hang onto the thunder and I’ll steal the lightning and set the world on fire.
This is a series pinpointing various aspects of tumblr and the “tumblr writing community” as many of us like to call ourselves. This series showcases my opinions, and my opinions only, as a girl who likes to write things and post them on tumblr. They’re blunt, they entail the usage of a lot of curse words, and they’re always biased. My opinions tend to be that way. My holding these opinions doesn’t mean I dislike you if you find yourself doing the things I rage against — it just means I sigh, maybe even groan, and scroll right on past. These are not smiling, welcoming, sugar-coated messages of encouragement. These are Dirty Truths.
Beautiful, Kevin. <3
Roggy, look — Kevin wrote something for both of us! :)
One of these days
I’ll write as great as you
And everyone will read my words
And love me like they love youBut until then
I’ll just write my heart out
About all that I know
And feel
And dreamI’ll write of love
Hate and happiness or pain
And the rain
The willow with our initials carved
Or the curve of the small of the backI’ll write because I must
It’s my air
My lifeSo until I can write like you..
I’ll just write like me
I promised yesterday I’d write a little something for whoever captured my 15,000th heart. I wrote this for Roggy.
In silver she rises as you’re falling with the sun; Poseidon’s sweet daughter with the ocean in her eyes and vanilla on her skin. She’s a touch too cool to be charmed by Hephaestus’s son — she’s a liar and a thief, or writer in today’s parlance. Her coffee is as bitter as her truth; her love as fleeting as your flickering flame.
In silence she rises as you’re falling with the walls. You burned tower after tower but found no princess, only petty arson in the ash. She becomes a moth to your white-hot charm, each drop of sweat reminding her the consequence of closeness. She knows words aren’t the only thing you have worth stealing; she’s found a more valuable target of misappropriation.
In steam she rises as you’re falling. Between the sheets you will become as gods. Heat twists sticky limbs and tangles sheets to damp knots. She won’t be there tomorrow. You’ll think of her every time rains are followed by a slight hint of vanilla in soft petrichor, and long for other words beloved by poets.
In silver she rises as you’re falling with the sun; Poseidon’s sweet daughter with the ocean in her eyes and vanilla on her skin. She’s a touch too cool to be charmed by Hephaestus’s son — she’s a liar and a thief, or writer in today’s parlance. Her coffee is as bitter as her truth; her love as fleeting as your flickering flame.
In silence she rises as you’re falling with the walls. You burned tower after tower but found no princess, only petty arson in the ash. She becomes a moth to your white-hot charm, each drop of sweat reminding her the consequence of closeness. She knows words aren’t the only thing you have worth stealing; she’s found a more valuable target of misappropriation.
In steam she rises as you’re falling. Between the sheets you will become as gods. Heat twists sticky limbs and tangles sheets to damp knots. She won’t be there tomorrow. You’ll think of her every time rains are followed by a slight hint of vanilla in soft petrichor, and long for other words beloved by poets.






