If you use Tumblr on a web browser, you might have noticed us testing a brand new navigation on your dashboard in the last month. Now, after some extensive tweaks, we’ve begun rolling out this new dashboard navigation to everyone using a web browser. Welcome to the new world. It’s very like the old world, just in a different layout.
Why are we doing this? We want it to be as easy as possible for everyone to understand and explore what’s happening on Tumblr—newbies and seasoned travelers alike.
Labels over icons: When adding something new to Tumblr in the past, we’d simply add a new icon to our navigation with little further explanation. Turns out no one likes to press a button when they don’t know what it does. So now, where there’s space, the navigation includes text labels. Since adding these, we’ve noticed more of you venturing to previously unexplored corners of Tumblr. Intrepid!
What’s already been fixed? Thanks to feedback from folks during the testing phase, we’ve been able to make some improvements right out of the gate. Those include returning settings subpages (Account, Dashboard, etc.) to the right of the settings page instead of having them in an expandable item in the navigation on the left; fixing some issues with messaging windows on smaller screens; and streamlining the Account section to make it easier to get to your blogs.
What’s next? We’re looking into making a collapsible version of this navigation and improving the use of screen space for those of you with enormous screens. We’re also working on improving access to your account and sideblogs.
That’s all for now, folks. For questions and suggestions, contact Support using the “Feedback” category. Please select the “Report a bug or crash” category on the support form for technical issues. And keep an eye out for more updates here on @changes.
Give me my old layout back, I don’t want this shit
I truly hate the word “unalive.” There are so many other euphemisms that fictional Italian mobsters worked so hard to provide you with and you just ignore them.
It’s so frequent now that I am no longer sure if I’m
asleep or awake, but it’s always the same.
The horizon is infinite in every direction and black
blood laps at my legs above my knees. It drips from a red sky, cloudless,
monotone, and the bright of an open wound. It’s so solid and complete, that I
can feel the weight on my shoulders from something that simultaneously feels
far away. There’s no current, no way to tell which direction to go or the depth
of the endless sea and it makes no sound, even as droplets turn into ripples. My
armor creaks and the chainmail rustles, red leaving trails along the black
until I wonder to myself how much of it, if any, is mine.
From above I can hear voices. They always start out
muddled and indistinguishable from each other but over time they become clearer.
“You must hold on! You MUST!!”
“Why are you always like this?! Can’t you see how MUCH
it hurts others??”
“Please stay with me…”
But in the end, it’s always my own voice that rings out
the clearest, saying things that I have only ever kept closest to my heart. It
speaks those fundamental truths that ring through my bones even in this bleak
place.
This is necessary.
But is it? Surrounded by an ocean that leads I know not
where, ready to swallow me should the floodgates burst. What happens when the
sky opens to the deluge and my armor and scales stain red? Will the next step
be into the abyss, with no purchase on which to stand? Whose voices will remain
beside the whisper of my own?
Once more, he speaks, and I hear him as clearly as the
voice inside my head.
How far would you go, to protect the ones you love?
And I take another step.
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You know when you find something that just inspires you so much that the idea bounces around the inside of your skull like a ping pong ball in a small cardboard box that was handed to a toddler? And it just will not go away until you do something about it like sketching or writing or something and then later you come back to it like wtf how did I do that??? Anyway, this is my favorite FFXIV piece and Kai was nice enough to let me write for it before the ping pong ball drove me fucking insane. I’ve had it written for awhile but it felt like it was time to share it outside the little friend circle.
Regarding idea that nobody in the pokemon show ages has lead me to a shocking conclusion: If nobody is aging, that means time isn't flowing. And if time isn't flowing... Dialga's heart isn't beating.
