Things That Never Happen

The Journey There

84. That was the number of messages that my Tumblr envelope icon was displaying. 84. Of course, I was instantly taken aback. For a split second. Then I remembered everything that was happening and applied it to a social media standpoint; people were bound to go crazy. I was going crazy. Even despite this, I stared at the amount of notifications in awe for about three seconds before I clicked it.

“Oh my GOD! YOU ARE SO LUCKY”

“That is so unfair!”

“This isn’t even funny.”

“You have to tell me EVERYTHING!!!”

A grin made it’s way onto my face. I had completely forgotten about the internet side of it all. The endless amount of people flocking to me was a pleasant surprise.

I scrolled through the comments in my personal inbox for a moment, taking in the responses to the situation that had managed to conjure itself up. A slight frown began to crawl onto my face after a while, however. Along with the good feedback, there was a considerable value of negativity directed my way.

Various death threats were very prominent, some of which I had to give props to for their creativity. Strangely I was unaffected by them. I was surprised at myself a bit; I had always assumed that I would take hate to heart. Of course I had gotten stuff like this before, just very few and far between. Yet it was the good feedback that made itself more present in my mind. Of that fact I was proud.

I went through my message box for a bit longer before I exited. There were simply too many to read, and all were about the relative same thing. It would be a waste of time to continue.

I briefly looked at my Twitter account as well. The same thing confronted me: a bunch of people saying they were jealous and a bunch of hate. The hate, again, I shrugged off. Now that I thought about it my Tumblr probably only got all of that attention because I had linked it on my Twitter page. Or maybe not. Both were sources that I would be on, and both were places that I could be searched. My username basically everywhere was AstridFynn1021.It was easy to remember and it kept things organized.

I need to pack. I sighed in distaste at the thought. I hated packing. This trip was going to be especially hard to prepare for, as I would be overly worried about my appearance. Well if you’re going to go you’ll have to have clothes. I let out a small groan as I forced myself onto my feet, closing my laptop and trudging towards my bedroom. Leaning on my door frame I stretched one of my arms in an attempt to loosen my stiff muscles. The action was semi-successful, although I was too focused to really worry about that at the moment.

A sudden idea sparked in my mind that I was surprised I hadn’t taken action on yet. Well duh why didn’t you do that before? I quickly snatched my phone from my back pocket and opened the Tumblr app, searching for the CaptainSparklez tag.

When the page loaded I stared at the aftermath of an exploded fandom. People were going nuts. Luckily there was no direct hate here, as no one could be anonymous: people weren’t brave enough to reveal who they really were when doing those things it seemed. Dozens of over excited posts flaunted me. The effort was fruitful as many of them caught my attention, mainly because caps lock and boldwere constantly in use. The majority of the posts were playfully envious, with a few here and there congratulating me.

I pressed the text post selection with my finger and watched as the screen became dimmer underneath my thumb. In response I lightened my force; I didn’t have to damage my electronics over this whole ordeal, or even simpler, this one post.