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freshbeeth · 1 month
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daceydeath · 10 months
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Stop writing for Minho and Han they are both gay and dating oml🤦🏽‍♀️
Well hello to you too, Firstly fuck off for assuming peoples sexuality, disrespectfully of course, because that is foul and also for telling me what to do. I do what I want you quim womble. DaceyDeath 💕 xx
Lazy Mornings
Pairing: Han x reader Word Count: 0.3k Genre: Fluff Warnings: none (except the swearing above)
Waking up beside Jisung on one of his days off is pretty much your favorite thing in the world, watching him breathe softly barefaced and hair fluffy makes you happier than you ever thought possible. It is nearly always you who wakes up first and you have, in the last year at least, reveled in the secret photographs you take of him while he is still asleep his shirt usually twisted up around his torso exposing his gloriously toned stomach, sleep pants slung dangerously low on his hips and his lips pouted as he dreams of things he never tells you. Storing them away in a locked folder in your phone to look at while he is away for work or too busy with his schedule to see you. This morning is no different one of his feet is twitching like a sleeping puppy as he lays spread out across the bed the covers tangled in his legs. His face is always so sweet when he sleeps none of the cheekiness that usually resides there which makes him look younger than he is.
"Why are you moving so much baby?" he mumbled his voice deeper when its laced with sleep "come here". You smiled fondly as he cracked open one eye and reached for you with his closest arm finding your thigh and squeezing it softly.
"It's early Ji go back to sleep" you whisper letting him wrap his arms around you and pull you half on top of him. Allowing you to lightly trace patterns on his shirt little stars or hearts until he relaxes back into sleep.
"So you can take another photo" he smiles lopsidedly.
"Shut up like you don't take photos of me" you shush him mildly embarrassed that he knew about your little secret. He just hummed softly rolling you both over so he was sprawled across you, his weight comforting and warm, while he nuzzled his nose into your neck. Snuggling into him you ran your fingers through his hair until his breathing evened out again, you truly loved lazy mornings with him although you knew he was going to tease you when he woke up.
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heretherebedork · 2 years
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The relief on Kinn's face, when Porsche confronted Big for using Kinn's sexuality to mess with him, and saw that he doesn't care. No matter how tough you are, how proud you are, how confident you are, that fear of being unaccepted for being who you are can rear its ugly head so fast. As someone who still has that fear, I appreciated that moment.
The irony of this will be if Big is gay and in love with Kinn.
If I read the room right 👀, when he visits Kim for the first time in episode 3, Kim says "Bad for you. Everyone wants to take Kinn away for themselves" and you can see his shoulders slump and head fall forward defeatedly, kind of like in resignation. The scene was dark but you can also see his fists clench after Kim says "Want one heartbroken song?" *Cardi B voice* That's suspicious 🤨. Also, the way he got super defensive at the end of episode 1 when Porsche accepts employment and says "My life is mine" Big says something about not talking to Kinn that way (aka disrespectfully) and is almost about to hit Porsche as he goes to approach him before Kinn cuts him off with a hand wave. Also, the whole sauna scene in episode 4 with Porsche and Big one upping each other about Kinn allowing Porsche to stay in the sauna and not doing the same with Big (clearly, relaxing with your boss when you're on duty is not professional or appropriate) + after he finds out Kinn is gay and confronts Big scene, Big just looks confused, incredulous almost as if he doesn't care to be called a homophobe...because he knows he isn't...because he's gay and...in love...with... Kinn...
I know it's easy to write it off as just simply that Porsche challenged/challenges Big's authority and position, especially as a newbie, so that's why he hates him with a burning passion, but I think there's many layers to it than just that. Even Ken tolerates Porsche better than Big. It just feels like a personal vendetta when it comes to Big.
Porsche taking away his Boss + position + boss' dad not scolding Porsche's cheekiness when he meets him, scolding Big in return + doing things out of bodyguarding duties + boss not scolding him + boss' nong poking fun at him for losing Kinn and the whole "heartbroken song"...🤔
I mean, the biggest issue with this is that Big's instant assumption of Porsche was that he'd be homophobic and was trying to use that to his advantage. It doesn't really matter if he's doing it because he's in love with Kinn and trying to defame Porsche. Regardless of his motivation, the goal was the same and the goal hurt Kinn's view of him.
Big can be gay and in love with Kinn and can still be homophobic. Big can be gay, in love with Kinn, not at all homophobic and make himself look homophobic to Kinn by making assumptions about other people.
Like, sure, Big has bigger reasons for doing it. Fine with me. I'm not gonna argue.
But there's no irony in it even if Big is gay. Because Big was still using Kinn's sexuality to mess with Porsche. Even if he shares that sexuality that doesn't change his actual actions.
Big wanted Kinn to experience homophobia at the hands of someone he's starting to trust. No matter why he is doing that (jealousy, love, anger, fear) he still intended for Kinn to be hurt by Porsche. He specifically set up a situation to hurt Kinn with homophobia.
(no book spoilers!)
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shallowbreaths · 3 years
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I take a sip of brandy, and I read your words describing how we met. I’m not sure I would describe it the same way. I despised your pretty boy image, your casual pet names for everyone you met, your all too casual approach to life in general. It was aggravating. I had spent MONTHS slowly winning over the office staff, they were nasty to all salespeople but me, and they hated being treated disrespectfully, so I slowly wore them down. I was allowed in the office! Other salespeople were not welcome there... it was a point of pride... I was something more. Then one day as I stood there talking to them, you waltzed in. They threw looks at one another, and I knew your demise was close at hand! You sauntered into the lion’s den, completely unafraid and I tried so hard not to laugh. You walked into the office manager’s office and asked her to do something. She looked so pissed! But she let out a deep sigh and said, “fine.” You never noticed the clipped tone. You turned and said, “Thanks, Pumpkin.” Pumpkin! You fucking called her pumpkin!! What the hell would possess a twenty year old to call a woman near fifty, pumpkin?! Oh the glory of it! You’d be disemboweled publicly, and I would return to my status of “the good one”. I was shocked that you left the office without a word from them. I had no idea what I was witnessing. You left, and Linda, the office manager, sprung to her feet and rushed out.
Perhaps I wouldn’t see a public execution, but I WOULD be around for the private plotting for what would happen “the next time...”. They had simply been unprepared for your impundence! They were strong and violent women! I had only through great cunning and strategy escaped with my life and earned a place of trust among them. I would gladly throw you into the volcano as a symbol of my great respect.
Linda shrieks, “He called me Pumpkin”
Michelle and I both respond with, “I know!” But clearly Michelle KNEW something I did not, because as quickly as my fervor started, my confusion took over when Michelle said, “oh my God! That was so fucking cute!” And Linda started fanning herself!
What? They liked this? No! This was unacceptable! You referred to her as a gourd! Yes, it’s a rather popular gourd, particularly around the holidays, but it is still a gourd! It was unsolicited! You had been trespassing! And quite frankly, it hardly seemed age appropriate!
I have watched so many women drop at your feet because of this thing they say you have, this, “charm”. It is obviously dark magic, this charm you possess, because it breaks hearts, and spreads legs, and leaves me completely stupefied. I don’t understand it, but being a well raised christian boy, I don’t think “charming” people is a good thing. I’m quite certain it involves eye of newt and bat wings... who even HAS such things? Clearly, you! It was much like a force field. Where I would think of a joke and excitedly share it only to hear crickets and see the evil eye cast upon me by every woman in sight, YOU could do no wrong! A stranger would come in to look at a car and wind up giving you a blow job on the test drive! How does this happen? Perhaps if I knew a girl quite well for a decade or two I could risk saying, “your breasts look quite lovely.” Meanwhile I observed you telling complete strangers, “show us your cones!” Cones! I would be sooo embarrassed, and then they would!! I’d be too erect to even function. The spontaneity of it all, the lack of decorum... it would be arousing every time I thought of it, which was often, but when I brought it up to you, you’d hardly remember.
So how did two diametrically opposed men become fast friends? I suppose it was Connie, your on and off girlfriend that I probably would have amputated my toes in order to be around. She was breathtaking! You treated her like shit, as you did all women quite frankly, but who knows, perhaps in time you would tell her to show me “her cones” and she would. That would be excellent. Or perhaps you’d ruin it with her, and I would grow slowly upon her like fungus and perhaps in our forties we might go out for coffee together, and then who knows what hijinks would ensue!
You two fought one day, and she stormed off, you too stormed off. I followed you, ready to blast you with both barrels for treating such an incredible lady as you did. You walked out the side door. It was raining. Why would you walk out the side door? You were wearing silk pants, and the rain could destroy them! You constantly worried about such things, and I would mock you for it, so why walk outside in them? I followed you out, I wanted to know why it didn’t matter, perhaps I’d still yell at you about Connie. We’d see. I’d let the moment take me where ever felt right. Without warning, you dropped to your knees in a puddle, put your hands over your face, and began to bawl. I don’t break down in public, I want to be seen as strong, but I knew that pain... I wouldn’t have thought you did though. I also knew being alone in that pain was Hell, having it rip from you in front of people was a nightmare, and not knowing what they thought of the display of weakness was a dishonor I could never live with. There truly was only one solution. I dropped to my knees next to you and put my arm around you. I hoped you wouldn’t think it was “gay”. You seemed to have strong emotions about “gay” things. Instead you put your arms around me, and I held you as you cried. In truth, I don’t think I ever contemplated what was “gay” again. I suppose that moment was as questionable as two men could get without kissing, so I knew “gay” was beyond that, meaning holding my male friend as he cried was ok... maybe even good. There it was though... friend. I’d thought it. I’d felt it. So here I was, kneeling in a puddle with my friend, holding each other as he cried over Connie. God forgive me, I would still love to see her “cones”.
You were yin to my yang. You were expression to my restraint. I loved cracking you up. I loved seeing how far I could push a moment where you would understand where I was going but others couldn’t be sure what was happening. Our life was more often than not, an inside joke between us, and then me creating a story to explain the joke to others off the top of my head that would ALSO make you laugh. I miss my friend. I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you went to jail, but you were too self absorbed by that time to make room for me. I didn’t even know. So I didn’t know when after two years of silence you started trying to contact me again, why you were doing it. I shouldn’t have ignored those calls. You died young and prematurely on your mother’s kitchen floor, with the entirety of your life fitting within one small room. Your book being your great masterpiece... you were more like your father than I ever dared say. Now you’re gone, but your words and your feelings for me survive, and there is a beautiful sweetness to their terrible sting. I miss you brother.
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tommyomalley · 5 years
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Overstated Harm
I have been thinking lately about harm—when it’s real, and when it’s exaggerated for political reasons. And as harm escalates, at what point does it require us to intervene on behalf of ourselves or others?
Yesterday, I recorded a conversation for my podcast Theater Fag with playwright Isaac Gomez. We met in the offices of Steppenwolf Theatre Company in Chicago, where his new play “La Ruta” is currently finishing a sold-out run. “La Ruta” is about the women of Ciudad Juárez, a Mexican border city that suffers one of the highest crime rates in North America, if not the world. Disproportionately impacted by the violence in Juárez are women, who regularly go missing without any hope of being found.
Obviously the situation in Juárez is an example of real harm. Like gay men with AIDS in the 1980s—like trans women of color in the United States today—the women of Juárez are dying preventable deaths at an insane rate, and nobody in the dominant culture gives enough of a shit to make it stop. Isaac’s play, “La Ruta,” is a tortured cry for mercy, one belonging to a theatrical tradition that includes plays like Larry Kramer’s seminal AIDS polemic “The Normal Heart” and “Twilight: Los Angeles, 1992,” Anna Deveare Smith’s verbatim account of the Los Angeles riots (in which Congresswoman Maxine Waters is a character, by the way).
In our conversation, Isaac and I discussed the roots of violence in Juárez, which Isaac attributed to toxic masculinity and failed US policy. Of the former, Isaac elaborated that he can draw a straight line from small acts of gendered insensitivity—microaggressions such as a man interrupting a woman to explain a point she was in the middle of making—to more grandiose expressions of violence, such as rape or murder. My impulse in the moment was to disagree and question the equivalence I thought Isaac was making. But after a night’s sleep on the matter, I think agree with Isaac’s general point—unchecked privilege corrupts, and if we don’t intervene when violence presents itself, it will escalate.
The women of Juárez are in a daily fight for their lives. The stakes for them could not be higher. That’s why, when people start to talk about feeling “safe” and the stakes fall somewhere short of life or death, it’s important to pause before offering our support and validation. Unfortunately, not all claims of victimhood are intellectually honest, and sometimes, folks who identify as victims are actually perpetrators. These situations require a different kind of intervention.
This week, the boys from Covington Catholic high school in a Kentucky have been all over the news, after a viral video clip in which one boy wearing a MAGA hat—Nick Sandmann—stared down an indigenous veteran named Nathan Phillips, who was seemingly just banging his drum. Since the release of that initial video, dozens more clips have surfaced, some of which show that Mr. Phillips intentionally walked into the Covington Catholic group, and others of which show an unrelated group of Black Israelites screaming nasty shit at every person who passed them, including the Covington Catholic boys and Nathan Phillips.
Some people claim these videos exonerate the Covington Catholic boys. Others say they implicate Nathan Phillips as a provocateur. What’s compelling to me is the immediacy with which reactions split along party lines. Lefties are Team Phillips, righties are Team CovCath. I have way too much trauma surrounding Catholic schoolboys of my youth to be impartial, but what I will argue is that the Covington Catholic boys are not victims here. I don’t want them destroyed, but I want to see some accountability. And when I see a lot of white adults minimizing their actions, I feel compelled to intervene.
The fact remains that Nick Sandmann stood aggressively close to Nathan Phillips, his posture and smirk fixed with a rigidity familiar to anyone who, like me, has been physically threatened or assaulted by a Catholic school meathead. Regardless of the aftermath, this was not a boy who was standing by innocently. He was full of the all the bravado an underdeveloped pre-frontal cortex allows, and that—to my eye—is undeniable in any of the videos I’ve seen so far. It’s an expression of the toxic masculinity Isaac mentioned in our discussion of “La Ruta.”
Part of the PR campaign the Covington Catholic community is waging involves blaming the Black Hebrew Israelites, a group of absolutely wild bigots that stand in public spaces and say naaaaaaaasty stuff about gays, women, etc. The reason for this PR move, I believe, is that Covington Catholic knows on some level that truth seekers will look at Nick Sandmann in those videos and see a young man eager for conflict, not peace. To avoid this murky discussion, they instead point to the Black Israelites as the instigators. “Look, these folks said faggot, that’s way worse.” Unfortunately, these two unrelated wrongs don’t change the interaction between Sandmann and Phillips on that video.
I was once a teenage boy, and I remember what a brutal period of self-discovery those years were for me. I made so many mistakes and treated folks around me with tremendous disrespect. To say the least, I’ve spent a lot of my adulthood making right the wrongs of my youth, and I am so lucky that every single fucking person wasn’t armed with a recording device when I was 16. I share this because I truly wish the best for the Covington Catholic boys—that they may overcome this moment, emerging on the other end with renewed faith and commitment to peace. I don’t see that happening, however, because as Nick Sandmann told the Today Show’s Savannah Guthrie, his only regret is that he didn’t walk away from Nathan Phillips (a subtle suggestion that Phillips was the aggressor), and he does not feel that he has anything for which to be sorry. If the only offense the Covington Catholic boys committed that day was Nick Sandmann glaring disrespectfully at an elder, then that would be enough to warrant an apology. Unfortunately, Nick Sandmann and whatever crisis PR firm is handling his case do not agree. (If you do not think Nick Sandmann’s glare was disrespectful, then let me ask you this: how would you feel if you saw him standing that way before your mother, father, grandparent?)
The problem is not so much the Covington Catholic boys as it is the adults who thrust victimhood on them. (And unrelatedly, I can’t help but imagine, if society cared this much about gay boys as it does about these Catholics then Bryan Singer would’ve been dealt with decades ago. But that’s another story.) The community that has built around Covington Catholic is absolute—the boys were not wrong, and any assertion otherwise is an attempt to ruin children's lives. Their supporters are misrepresenting the stakes in order to argue that MAGA folks are under attack. An attack on these boys gives MAGA supporters a chance to transfer their own feelings of victimhood, and so the amplification of their stories has created a deafening “poor me” echo chamber.
Speaking of poor me, in December I got into a Twitter fight with a playwright named Jeremy O. Harris, whose “Slave Play” was a controversial hit for the New York Theatre Workshop. The controversy wasn’t so much about the play as the playwright himself. I haven’t read or seen Slave Play, so I can’t speak to the piece’s merits, but I can speak to the way Jeremy behaves on social media, which seems to be carefully cultivated.
The initial buzz around “Slave Play” was huuuuge. As Jeremy himself said, the play went viral. The reviews from white NYC theater critics were overwhelmingly positive, with a few notable exceptions. On Twitter, however, criticism began to mount from a surprising corner: other black theater makers took serious issue with the way black women in particular are treated in the play. Some folks went as far as to say that Jeremy’s play was its own sort of violent act against black women, and they used things he’s said and tweeted publicly to support this. I won’t quote any of them, but it’s all there for you to find, if you want to.
All I can honestly say about Jeremy Harris is that I do not believe his social media persona is authentic. While “Slave Play” was enjoying an often sold-out run, he began tweeting about all the death threats he and his cast were receiving. For sure, horrific shit got hurled at Jeremy and his collaborators. At the same time this was happening, producers were looking seriously to bring the show to Broadway. Jeremy took to Twitter and called attention to the tweets and emails, claiming the threats he and others received numbered in the hundreds. I called bullshit on that number, and I wondered whether every mean tweet he received was actually a “death threat.” I suggested Jeremy was performing victimhood to engender sympathy that would distract from his critics and/or help facilitate a transfer, and perhaps that’s a leap too far. But I tweeted what I tweeted: I do not believe Jeremy Harris received “hundreds” of credible death threats over a play at an off-Broadway house. (For the record I never @ mentioned Jeremy on Twitter, he found my tweets on his own.)
In my back-and-forth with Jeremy, I made the mistake of roping critic Elizabeth Vincentelli into the discussion. Wasn’t really fair of me, because I don’t know her. But she was one of the only mainstream dissenting voices in her assessment of “Slave Play,” which she said ripped off better plays like “An Octaroon” and “Underground Railroad Game.” Elizabeth responded on Twitter to tell me that her problem was with the play, not the playwright, and she sort of scolded me for making inferences about Jeremy’s personality based on his tweets. Jeremy, who loves to herd critics on social media, jumped back in after EV’s capitulation, letting her (and me) know that “we stan critics.” The “we” referred only to him. Lol.
The funnier thing is that, two weeks later, on her podcast “Three on the Aisle,” Elizabeth did exactly what she admonished me for doing on Twitter—drawing conclusions about Jeremy the person—and she used much harsher language than anything I tweeted. She doubled down on the derivative nature of “Slave Play,” describing it as “a play that is embarrassing in its self-satisfaction and the way it revels in this empty provocation that is not really provoking, because people are just expecting it.” She elaborated:
“It’s is also written in an incoherent, smug manner that I found really, really annoying. Just the ineptitude of the writing was confounding, I felt. This play should’ve stayed in the oven, it was not ready to be pulled out… Reading the script afterwards, it annoyed me even more. The script is a window into the way this playwright’s mind works that is not really all that interesting.”
She later described anyone who was shocked by an event that happens in Jeremy’s play as “a target sitting still.” Harsh words for an artist and his audience. I wondered why she would be so brazen on a podcast yet conciliatory on Twitter. It made me wonder if she was afraid to bring the full weight of her position to Twitter, in writing, before Jeremy. And if that’s the case, then what positional power does she perceive that he has over her? Could be generational. Jeremy and his social media followers are presumably savvier to the medium than EV, which I imagine she would understand, so perhaps that’s part of the reason. Regardless, my question now, in light of everything, is: do we still stan critics like Elizabeth? (FWIW, I do. EV is one of the greats among NY’s theater critics.)
My beef with Jeremy truly isn’t so personal, although his personality seems challenging based on our Twitter interactions. That’s not real life, though, I know that. Jeremy and I have never met, only battled from our phones. Theater is the art I care most about, and I’m interested in who holds the power to create it.
Jeremy is a power-holder, despite repeatedly trying to position himself as an outsider. As far as I can smell, Jeremy is disingenuous in these claims, as he was when he overstated the number of actual threats he and others received. I believe that doing so helped bring attention to his play. Of course I have absolutely no concept of what it’s like to be a queer black person in America, but I do know that Yale Drama School—where Jeremy is finishing up his MFA—is the nerve center of NYC’s theater establishment. You cannot graduate from Yale Drama School and call yourself a theater outsider. Sorry. It’s just not honest. And when we allow dishonesty, for whatever reason, we allow injustice to escalate. And we stan only what’s just.
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clumsyclifford · 3 years
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rob manfred is the commissioner of baseball and essentially solely responsible for all of the dumb rule changes. they’re all in an attempt to shorten games and expand viewership. fun fact: the average length of an mlb game has actually increased by a few minutes in the years since manfred has become commissioner. so as you can tell. his rules are obviously and most definitely effective /s. i know entirely too much about all of the newer baseball rules and why they’re being implemented. and because of that i have entirely too strong of opinions on how horrible mlb is at properly marketing their sport.
it IS in fact crazy to consider that even things like sports rely on marketing and you don’t realize it until you become entirely too deep into knowing information about baseball viewership and ways they’re trying to expand their dying sport. my first suggestion: the city of chicago should let the cubs have more weekday night games. because wrigley field is located basically in the middle of a residential neighborhood (they’ve developed it quite a bit in the past few years, but it’s still mostly a residential neighborhood aside from the immediate streets around the stadium) the city of chicago won’t let them have weekday night games because it’s a “disturbance.” (it also has a lot to do with local politicians hating the ricketts family, aka the cubs team owners, which yeah valid fuck the ricketts family especially tom ricketts) the cubs have the highest number of weekday day home games out of any team in the league. who the fuck can watch baseball at 1:20pm on a wednesday. start with small shit like that if you’re trying to increase viewership and expand your sport.
also yeah!!! blackout restrictions are fucking stupid!! i technically live “in market” for watching the cubs, white sox, and cardinals so paying for mlb.tv would be the dumbest thing ever for me to do unless i wanted to like watch a dodgers game or something. also yeah mike trout was probably a bad example there but it was mostly meant like. recognizable with having no baseball knowledge?? like you can know absolutely nothing about professional sports in general but in all likelihood at the very least recognize names like tom brady or lebron james. whereas if you mentioned mike trout offhandedly people who know nothing about sports are extremely unlikely for his name to ring a bell. and i argue that this all traces back to how bad mlb is at marketing their sport and their top players who absolutely should be marketed when they don’t because they play for no-name last place teams. then again, in baseball a single player can’t carry a team to victory like in football or basketball which probably plays a role in names being recognizable.
anyways atl all being excited about something the ravens did on their stories today had me like. yes sports good for them i know how exciting your team winning games can be. even if i don’t understand football in the slightest. they deserve for one baltimore team to be good this year (holy SHIT i just checked and the orioles are 50-106??? jesus fucking christ. no more being sad about the cubs record when i look at that.)
um yeah so rob manfred it is on sight. specifically for us bellas of the world who feel personally victimized by stupid blackout restrictions. i am so glad you stand in solidarity with my obscure baseball opinions despite not knowing much about them. i promise they are extremely hot takes. my hot baseball takes include bat flips are sexy i endorse bat flips, they should extend the protective netting at all stadiums to the foul poles, and javy báez is the most entertaining player to watch in the league i do not take criticism.
ok i will stop now. in october when the cubs aren’t in the postseason i will become a sf giants fan. for kris bryant!! hope you are well. sorry to see the braves are likely to win your division. i’m mostly indifferent to the braves but idk how you feel about them so if you hate them then yeah!!! fuck the braves!! if not dansby swanson is highly attractive. i think the most important aspect of baseball is the sheer number of attractive players. also catcher’s thighs. rob manfred take notes and start marketing the players for their bodies. support gender equality by whore-ifying a man. we just want to look disrespectfully. do it for the girls the gays and the theys. ok that is ALL i am DONE goodnight. - bella !
bella i do not have the energy or brainpower to match the length of this but i didnt wanna leave you hanging for another two days so im just gonna say: youre right about everything, fuck mr manfred, i see ur point about marketing players, damn the orioles are doing even worse than i thought they were, atl were being so FUCKING cute about the ravens i'm going to have to become a ravens fan now which is something i guess. i mean it's not like i have loyalty to any other football team (fuck the washington football team firstly because they took this long to change their name secondly because idk i don't think they're even that good of a team meanwhile the ravens kick ass or so it seems to me). i too endorse bat flips and i don't know anything about the rest of what you said but i agree because you are generally smart about these things.
i despise the braves i wish we could steal ronald acuña jr and make him a nats player instead but i googled dansby swanson and you're right he is highly attractive so ill allow it. hard agree about the number of attractive players thats why losing trea turner was such an L to the nats although we have carter kieboom now who is literally just another skinny white boy so net zero effect. and we still have juan soto whose smile could literally reverse climate change. somehow. i don't know how but i know it could happen. we SHOULD start objectifying baseball players you're right. frankly i think you should take robert manfred's job all in favor of Other Bella being in charge of All Baseball starting now say aye
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entityrose-blog · 7 years
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This needs to be talked about.
So I was playing Google Feud, which is a pretty fun game. But anyone who’s played the game for more than a few days knows that the answers on this game come from the actual searches on Google.
I put down ‘gay’ because (I’m not going to lie, okay?) I was feeling really just happy and I was in that state you get in after dying laughing, and if I’m being honest, I don’t have a just reason for putting it down other than a joke. But when I saw the answer I can assure you that it didn’t feel like a joke anymore.
Being bisexual myself, I know that I’ve wondered if it was okay and whatnot. But for ‘gay’ to be the top result out of the hundreds of words that could have come after ‘is it wrong to be’ is something that needs to be discussed. Even ‘asexual’ is in the 5k spot, and it shows more people are concerned about their sexuality than…. argh I don’t know what.
It’s most definitely okay to be any type of sexuality, any type of gender, or have any types of preferences as long as you don’t disrespectfully force them on other people. It’s okay to be the gayest gay person ever and fantasize about sucking someone off or maybe putting that kink you have to use or be transgender as well. The point is, yes, it is important to accept your sexuality/gender/kinks/everything as part of yourself, and heck, embrace it.
Changing topics, directly underneath ‘gay’, it says ‘white’. Hold the eff up for a second and let me try to say this without coming off as racist.
It is definitely okay to be white! It’s okay to be black, red, blue, purple, green, orange, pink, neon, or a fricking rainbow. (Although don’t bleach your skin like Michael Jackson did, that cannot be healthy for you.) You cannot change your skin color either, so that’s another thing. And while some people will always be racist, you cannot change who you are. I have even gone through a time when I questioned if it was socially acceptable to be white. My dad worked in the military and that caused us to live in Japan for seven years. I attended Japanese school (where I basically had to learn, speak, write, and read Japanese when I was three years old) and let me make this very clear. I was the only white kid that had EVER gone to that school. I barely had any friends, and the ones I did didn’t really like me that much compared to their Japanese friends (it wasn’t a matter of smarts either, I was the top of the class in almost every subject, including Japanese. This was also when I was 5-9 years old, approximately.). It was pure racism. I was bullied (physically and mentally; I was beat up on a daily basis (and keep in mind these are FIVE-NINE YEAR-OLD CHILDREN)) for three years starting when I was five, and much of the fourth before my family moved back to the United States, and I actually made the best friends of my life (Who aren’t white, by the way. Well, some of them.) The moral of this story? Even I have struggled of my skin color and have been discriminated against, and I’m still here and can say to myself and all of you that it is perfectly fine to be white.
The third one, ‘strong’, is going to be something that doesn’t need much elaboration.
Be the strongest you can be. Whether it is mentally, physically, emotionally, or spiritually, be the best you can. And if you do feel the need to break down and cry, that’s okay. Let it happen. Crying doesn’t show that a person is weak- it shows that the person has been strong for too long.
We can skip the 7k category- that depends on if you want to be or not and your family’s beliefs.
The 6k category- a loner. This is something else I’m going to take from my experiences, and I honestly can say it varies from person to person, and the different personalities that those people have. I have a naturally clingy/attention-seeking personality, but I am very much so made and existing to be a loner. This results in a(n often unhealthy) combination of me wanting attention but also not wanting to stray too close to people in fear of getting too attached. It sometimes hurts me a little bit, but I can’t help it. It’s in my natural instinct to be alone- I proved this by doing an experiment by telling my friends to cut ties with me for a week, and that week went by so easily without them it was unbelievable. When that week was over, I discovered that I could barely stand my friends and much preferred the solitude that I was in the previous week. I drifted away from them for two days after that before my craving for attention/clinginess brought me back to them. I haven’t done that experiment again in fear of losing them, but I have been becoming increasingly more clingy to certain people (sorry Solstice  ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ). But the point it, yes, it is completely okay to be a loner. As long as it does not affect you negatively in any way, like it did with me and my friend’s relationships.
Next, the 4k category. Greed is one of the seven deadly sins (not the anime, unfortunately) and a quick thesaurus.com search told me it is essentially the same as selfishness (I kinda knew that already but I wanted to make sure).
If I’m being honest, I think we are all selfish in our own ways. I’m selfish- I crave attention and I desperately hold on to whatever pride I have left after an argument. I’m horrible, in a sense. I won’t be satisfied without the last word, I won’t apologize even when I know I’m in the wrong, and I will somehow twist the story of what happened to try and make me in the right anyways. I’ll say really mean stuff that I wouldn’t want to if I wasn’t trying to hold onto it, and even though I’ll regret it, I won’t do a dang thing about it.
I am only using myself as an example, and I’m putting myself on display, in a sense. It’s the cold, hard, truth, and in order to protect myself, I can be a complete bitch. All because I am selfish.
3k. This is a very sensitive subject to many people I know, and one of my friends struggled with this last year (miss you, Paris) even though he is a fricking string bean. This also represents most body image problems, too, and they suck. And if I’m being honest, I have no idea to convey this in simple words just because the magnitude of this issue. I almost got into some major trouble because of this issue, too. I woke up one day after someone in a dream had called me fat, then stripped down, took a look at myself in the mirror, and proceeded to evaluate every single part of myself that was inadequate. I had thoughts of diets running through my head, ways I could slim myself down, make myself look more appealing. Maybe take some weight off the stomach, add some to the chest. Then I checked online for the normal weight of teens my age, weighed myself, and found I’m actually normal, and with that little awakening, started to realize that I was thinking about absolute crap, and proceeded to throw the list of dieting styles I should try in the trash can. I am a very mentally strong person, and I was able to snap myself out of it before any serious harm came to me. Others are not the same.
If you are unsatisfied with your body, I encourage you to make a list of the things you find unsatisfactory and then start working on a healthy way to resolve those issues. If you can’t change something healthily, then don’t do it. If you want to lose weight, either cut down on food intake (not by a lot, do it gradually) or start playing a sport. Never go for those diets that say you’ll lose more than two pounds per month. It isn’t healthy to drop fifteen pounds per month- two is the maximum to go. And if you want it quickly, well then I’m sorry- there’s nothing I can do to speed the time up.
If you want to put on some weight, don’t binge-eat. That will just create more problems for you in the future, instead of just gaining weight. Add to your food intake slowly, and make sure you aren’t gaining more than two pounds per month. Remember, patience is key.
I can’t think of more body image issues right now, but if you want to change something about yourself, 1. make sure it is logical. 2. make sure you can do it in a healthy way. & 3. have patience.
Number 2k. Angry with god- that’s one that I may be at a loss for. I’ll try to turn this more to religion in general, but not force it on anyone at the same time.
You are perfectly allowed to be angry at god, for whatever reason! Life does get unfair sometimes, and if you can't blame it on anyone you know, sometimes maybe you want a greater being to blame it on? That's okay! Maybe you don't even believe in God at all, however, which is still okay. Any religion is allowed, whether it's Christian, Muslim, Aethiest, or others (I don't think I spelled that right, I'm so sorry.) Anyone is accepted.
And finally- single. I have only a few words for you.
Love yourself so nobody has to.
Maybe spread this around with people you know? Reblog and stuff? I want my message to reach as many people as it can.
If anyone wants to talk about anything, just shoot me a message.
Thanks for reading,
Rose.
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tanialel replied to your post “I was going to post art today...”
You must talk with the Gays on Ice's admin, she understands what is going on and also she wants to solve the problem, just take it easy and talk at the first place. Maybe you're overreacting... (I don't want to offend nobody.)
lizeth-sandwich replied to your post “I was going to post art today...”
Why are you like this? Not everyone knows who are you, I didn't know who were you until you pointed out a page that I follow. What is so wrong about sharing "FANARTS"? I mean, they want to share it because they like it, and they are your draws, yes, but it is Kubo sensei work, intellectual property... For me, and a lot more followers is sharing art knowing who the artist is to follow her. I can't believe there is people getting angry and want to report it.                
lizeth-sandwich replied to your post “I was going to post art today...”
+I mean, is a page where we can laugh, where I can find people who share the same love for this beautiful art. If you want to delete that page just for that simple reason is unthinkable for me. Deleting a page because they want to share your beautiful art, how sad. I shared photos of concerts, I could take money out of them but I didn't because I like when people say thanks to me, I like to share. I did found people sharing my photos without credits.       
lizeth-sandwich replied to your post “I was going to post art today...”
+but didn't make a fuss of it, I just commented on my pic that it was mine and followers saw me. Some others edit giving me credits. But anyway, I wrote all of this to make you understand that if you talk to them they might comprehend, you should not rush with your statements. We want peace not war, everything solves by talking.                
mallenlisromero replied to your post “I was going to post art today...”
Well....you have your point but this is overreaction, everybody knows this blog and the content is yours but your reaction is incredible. The people who repost your work is because they love it. I don't know why that reason is bad. Are you angry for that? Well, the best solution will be to delete your blog. That way no one sees your work and doesn't feel like sharing. I don't want to seem rude, but it's very illogical and childish your rule of repost. You must ask to the                
mallenlisromero replied to your post “I was going to post art today...”
+You must ask to the people who repost "why you repost?" I don't think that they respond "I'm a fanart thief " If they do, it would be funny. That's my opinion.                
mallenlisromero replied to your post “I was going to post art today...”
I understand, everyone wants the credit for their work and that's logical because they did but... Don't repost, don't share...both are “pendejadas", sorry I don't find a word in English for this expression. Your art is good, You should be happy with your fans, and proud that they share your work, obviously with the credits              
sofiarvs replied to your post “I was going to post art today...”
Ellos ponen el autor!!! Así es como conocí muchos artistas, que culeros                
Okay, I’m going to break my habit of only posting replies one time a day in the afternoon. Apologies in advance, and I hope you also don’t mind if I reply to these all together to avoid giving repetitive answers.
You’re right, the series, the characters themselves, and canon is the intellectual property of Kubo-sensei and the other YOI producers. However, fanart that I created is mine. I have never claimed that I own the characters, just my specific depictions of them in images I have created. There is a whole discourse on this, but that is a conversation for another time.
You’re also right, that not many people know who I am unlike the creators of canon material like Kubo-sensei. People will see an official art, and automatically know how to find the people who made it, they’re credited on all official media sites. For nobody fanartists like myself, not so much. It’s just “fanart.” Most people will not know of me or my blog just by looking at art they find floating around the internet. All the more reason that I would like that they know.
I stated specifically in my call out post that I want people to be respectful, and I apologize if the community is getting any harassment, that was not my intention. My intention is to hopefully get you and others to realize just how hurtful art theft is. “You’re overreacting. Creating a fuss. It shouldn’t matter, they share because they love it!” are statements that do not try to understand how the artist feels. You do not know how I felt creating my art, you did not experience the time and effort and struggle it took to finish and upload them, so I feel that you do not have the right to tell me how I should feel.
I am not an art machine. I’m a person, who dedicates more hours than one would expect at a full time job to nothing but producing art content that I make available for free. We are all fans here; I want to create and share drawings that hopefully make people happy, and I hope you can enjoy them in ways that do not hurt me in return.
There are so, so many ways in which art theft is hurtful. Notes/attention is certainly part of it. My art on the community in question had over 1K likes, when the original post barely had 2K. Think of how much more motivated I would feel to draw more similar content if even a fraction of those people decided to view my work on my blog, possibly even like, reblog, or comment. Instead, those views simply tell me that those people don’t care about the creator, just my content.
If you actually want to discuss, please be willing to learn. HERE’s one post that describes very well what art theft does. HERE’s another. Some quick scrolling and searching #art theft will give you plenty of results.
Different creators (not just artists) have different policies regarding reposting, because we all feel differently about how we are comfortable with our art being shared and we all have different past experiences with fandom, which shouldn’t come as a surprise because we’re all different people. Most people have their rules stated somewhere on their blog, and if you can’t find it (please search first) it doesn’t hurt to ask. Crediting is not the same as permission, as explained in the posts above. Some people allow reposts with credit, some do not. Please respect everyone.
I personally feel my own policies are pretty clear. You also cannot make the argument that you didn’t know.
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The fact that I am uncomfortable with my art being shared on other sites should be enough, if you respect me and wish to support my art you shouldn’t need more reasons. I shouldn’t have to explain my history of being more open at first, but being more and more hesitant to give permission after a long stream of abuses. I shouldn’t have to describe to you in detail how it has impacted me personally, how it has played into my depression, how it has made me stop drawing and leave fandoms in the past, and the amount of effort it took to come back from that and give posting online another chance. Me asking you to please stop should be enough.
On top of that, this particular post was my first nsfw work I put on Tumblr, after almost 4 years of having this blog. It took a lot of debating on whether I should do it or not. When I did decide to do it, I took a lot of precautions to ensure that I would be comfortable with my decision. It is incredibly mild, I posed them so nothing showed, I tried for the right balance (to me) of erotic but not smut, I went out of my way to try to make sure no one looked underage. I posted beneath a cut, I added tags and warnings. I was nervous, but wanted to share, thinking maybe if it went well I might get the confidence to do a little more. Instead, NOPE, that’s it for me, people reposting with none of my precautions, my discomfort is through the roof.
I’m not asking you to not share my works. I’m not asking you to not enjoy my works. There are ways that you can do that that only inconvenience you mildly, but do not hurt me. If you are on Tumblr or Twitter, you can reblog/retweet. If you want to share on other sites like facebook, please just share the link to my blog. Yes, it may not match your community aesthetic, yes, it will take one extra click for people to see the images on my blog, and yes, it may be tedious to then go back to your community to have your conversations there. But is that really too much effort to ask, in comparison to the effort it took to draw from scratch? If it’s just sharing the link, you don’t even need to ask me for permission. I promise that I’ve made my blog as easy to view as possible, and there’s easy navigation that lets you maybe find other art too that you can share in the same way. You can have your conversations on your site, and I can still protect my works on my blog and choose how to present them and get traffic. Does this not work?
I do not want to have to put my art behind a pay wall like Patreon. I like that anyone can view it. I don’t want to have to block out non-Tumblr users. I don’t want to have to create a locked community. I don’t want to stop posting my work online, and only have my work available through purchase of physical copy like many Japanese artists. I would like to keep my watermarks small enough that you can still enjoy the images.
I don’t ask for money or make you join a community. You don’t even have to like, reblog, follow, or comment on my work, though that certainly is wonderful. All I ask is that you please, please, not hurt me for posting art.
I am not asking that you delete your community or blogs, like you above have suggested I delete mine. I do not want people to be angry with you, and again I am sorry if people have been acting disrespectfully. I do however want to ask you to please try to understand artists, to please respect our wishes, to please treat us like people. So many artists have stopped drawing because of art theft, or have lost faith in the internet and feel they can no longer share. Please do not contribute to that culture. I do not want to be driven from this fandom too.
If you didn’t know how much art theft damages the artist, that’s okay. Now you do. I hope this post helps explain part of why it’s bad.
I know you love the series and want to enjoy fanworks. We creators want you to enjoy them too. We like the same things. All I ask is that you reconsider how you think of sharing art. A small change in how you share art is all it takes to no longer hurt artists, but instead encourage us. Yes, it is a bit more work, but isn’t it worth it? Please support us and treat us with respect, and we’ll draw more things you can enjoy, and together we can create a better fandom community.
Thank you.
-Kazu (YukiPri)
Edit: I hope no one does this but I’ll say it anyway: please don’t harass any of the people I posted this in reply to. I’ve said my piece, and I’d like all conversations to be respectful. I posted this publicly because I want people to know the discussion going on, but I have no quarrel with individuals. Please do not bully. Thank you.
EDIT 2: If any bilingual Spanish speakers would be willing to translate my response to the Spanish-speaking community, I would be incredibly grateful. I feel like they’re mostly getting “the artist is mad and we should just not share her work,” and that is not the point of this post, which seeks to explain WHY it is hurtful and therefore should not be done, and alternatives on HOW to do better. (EDIT 3: Someone has kindly offered to translate, we’re working on it now! Thank you!)
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