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inspector-montoya-fox · 2 years

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moving on to Sly 3′s secondary boss fights: there’s no definitive answer as to what classifies as a secondary boss, but if a baddie has a life meter, i think it counts. some of the entries are like important missions instead of like filler ? but i feel like they should be on this list. let’s take a look:

as fun as Carmelita gameplay is, the Mask of Dark Earth encounters snatch first place because of how diverse and fun they are. Lemon Rage is one of the best missions in the franchise and seeing the mask find a new host every time helps shape it as an otherwise very lacklustre villain

if i had made this list before my recent playthrough of Sly 3, Bentley & Murray tag-teaming Dr Matthew would probably be in Shrek 2. but it really doesn’t deserve that praise. the dialogue is phenomenal and far better than anything that comes out of the game’s final bossfight, but using the grapple cam disrupts the flow of the entire section and feels sluggish at best

Shrek 2 is very much ‘we gave you nice gameplay, now we’ll set it in different context’ and it just ends up being worse than the original. facing the Blue Viper gang is fun (i feel like this is a very controversial take) but then Octavio dropping his gizmos in the water is like ok... next. and i’d easily take Carmelita vs Muggshot or the Vincenetti Gang over Carmelita vs Dr Michael Bay any day

the second tier is self-explanatory. regarding the dragon bossfight specifically, @mx-kit puts it best here

the giant piranha hybrid is like... easily the worst part of the game. when i was deciding on whether to play Sly 2 or 3, i was like ‘i haven’t played Sly 3 in a while and i really miss some of its missions but... giant piranha hybrid’. this is what i want to do to it.

#i wrote an entire rant about Beyonce's new song in the tags but deleted it because it felt petty #but basically i popped off because i feel like Beyonka and Drake are exploiting gay culture by putting out the most mediocre house songs #on pride month no less #whereas other artists who genuinely celebrate queer culture throughout their discography remain unknown #because people just now choose to listen to house music because of who is putting it out instead of what it actually is or stands for #the homophobes from my high school using the new Drake tracks on their stories at the gym like... lmao #ramble in the tags down under #sly cooper

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lesbianraskolnikov · 1 year

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AI art can be tricky but personally i really dont care if people are just using it for laughs, like the latest one going around- I dont think this is going to turn anyone on to ai art and go "this is great and better than actual artists!", people just use it because of the absurd results you get, and i dont really think every one of these things are out to be malicious. There are so many bad parts to AI Art and anyone who thinks feeding an ai to make a picture is being an artist is goofy but lile... Idk. People who actually enjoy and respect artists and their work wouldnt stoop to that, basically. AI isnt going to take over the creative world lol.

#And even the best of the ai generators are prettt flawed. could it be perfected?#im unsure. but anyone who would use it to cdeate art for them wouldnt comission an artist anyway . the respect was never there #But thats for idk bigger things and also stealing art styles so to speak . bleh. i hate that stuff.#floyd.txt #I dont see the point in fearmongering over mediocre ai app that turns your photos into anime twinks lol #tbh this latest one occasionally gives really neat designs and ill be taking them #LMAO like theres good to it. I think it could benefit artists when theres art block. ive done it before and the inspirsfions dont #look a thing like the final product but they gave me ideas

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bobzora · 6 months

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spotify wrapped

#bobtalk #honestly mine wasn’t that bad the top 3 were all just songs i want to make animatics to lmao #and then songs from my p/2 playlist which i had on loop for a while…etc #it only exposes my mediocre taste. but that’s ok because love is love #it was very cruel for spotify to say ‘you listened to 898 artists this year but one came out on top…any guesses?’ when i knew damn well who #top 0.5% fan of the mountain goats i guess :/ lmao. so called free thinkers #(runner up was abba)

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telltalebatman · 9 months

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Let me guess, if an artist drew that character with brown skin you would have no problem with it at all right? Because apparently only brown skinned people are allowed to change fictional characters to look like them?

The original character has fucking RED skin, something that doesn’t even exist and yet you still think it’s okay to repost someone else’s art just to shit on it for something that’s not even wrong? Fuck you dude.

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the oor,.iiggi.njal chharaacte,.r ahs fcuki,,n red s,;;kin, so,methzni thaat doesn’t evven exiist adn yet you s,..till thinnk it’s okkay to repo,..st smeone else’s art jst tto s,,,hit on itt f;or somethin tjaht’s nnoot even wwrong? fukc y,,ou;,. dude,,.

#4.txt #suck the mediocre artist's dick some harder lmao

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solarisfortuneia · 1 year

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— 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬.

diluc is hopeless with grocery shopping. luckily, a kind stranger is more than willing to step in and help.

✦ info: diluc has no idea what he's doing and neither does the author, modern au, strangers to lovers kinda, possibility of ooc-ness, grammar mistakes may be present, there is absolutely no logic here, 2k+ words.

✦ warnings: none.

✦ notes: well, it's this fic again! thought i'd repost it because i'm in the middle of working on a sequel. though with my time management please don't expect it to be posted anytime soon lmao (and don't worry! i still have the original taglist saved.)

would it be far fetched to call grocery shopping an art? and to call one able to navigate the labyrinthine aisles efficiently nothing short of a master?

perhaps it would be.

though, if it was an art, you'd be but a mediocre artist. not horribly unskilled, but no one would be in awe of your nonexistent prowess at brandishing coupons at cash registers.

you shake your thoughts away. what are you thinking? who made you so eloquent in the middle of aisle seven? you ask yourself, gaze scanning the various items on the shelves. focus on your groceries, dummy.

okay, let's see, now. you stop in the middle of the condiments aisle, recollecting the items you need. ah yes, ketchup and mayo. hmm, where would they be?

aha! you see two familiar bottles on the second shelf, and you carefully place them in your cart. a glass jar with a green label and a red lid catches your eye. chili paste? you consider your potential purchase. eh, i'll get it. it's on sale.

now, let's get some rice.

you round the corner to get to the grain aisle when you see a man, clad in a brown coat and incredibly polished shoes, with hair so red you'd think his head was on fire, just. glaring. at a bag of rice. you sneak a glance at him, wondering if the rice had wronged him in some manner.

deciding to ignore him, you pick up a five kilogram bag, then heave it into your trolley. and as you prepare to push it with the extra weight, you spy the man picking up the exact same bag, brand, weight and all. huh.

thinking nothing of it, you continue on your merry way, hoping to get your shopping done as quickly as possible, assuming that it'd be the last you'd ever see of the man.

but it appears fate had other plans. you spot him once again in the canned foods aisle, glaring at another innocent, harmless grocery item. the victim this time, you ask? a can of baked beans.

you throw another sideways look at him, lightly tapping the pads of your fingers against the handles of your trolley. who even is this guy? you silently watch as he picks up the same brand you've put in your cart moments before. ah, he was probably just confused.

however, you’re still a little concerned about the man. does a grown man truly not know what he's doing in a grocery store? you scan the shelves for a random item, and your eyes land on a can of baby food. a light bulb goes off in your head, and you decide to test something. quickly, you grab two of them.

you open your mouth the second after he moves to get the same thing. “can i help you, sir?” he freezes at the sound of your voice, hand halfway between his body and the shelf with the exact thing you just picked up, baby food in hand. you raise an eyebrow, "are you aware of what you're buying?"

he sheepishly rakes his hand through his hair and shakes his head. "i'm afraid i'm not." he clears his throat, color beginning to creep up his neck.

you grin at him. “check the label on the can.” you watch as this giant of a man turns the can around, and slowly turns into a human stop sign with the way his face blazes. you know you probably shouldn’t find the sight of the man with such an intimidating expression turning to a flustered mess so adorable.

“my apologies,” he clears his throat again, then rubs the back of his neck, eyes averted. “i’ve never been shopping before.” he sets the can back, refusing to meet your eyes.

“oh, don't tell me.” you tease, lightheartedly. “is it a case of a rich boy living on his own for the first time, without anyone to do things for him?”

the look on his face answers for him. his eyebrows nearly climb to his hairline, and he blinks. you laugh, incredibly surprised at your assumption being true. “in that case, let me help.” you hold out your hand, taking pity on the man. “do you have a list?”

he fishes out a hastily scribbled list from the depths of one of his coat pockets that simply says bread, milk.

sigh. “it seems i have my work cut out for me.” you take a gander at the items in his cart and spot the rice, the beans, along with three varieties of bread and a two liter bottle of milk. well, at least he got the items on his list.

you pick up the bottle, skimming over the other details to find the production and expiry dates. “just out of curiosity, did you check the dates on the milk?”

he slowly shakes his head. “i figured as much.” you gesture to the numbers, and motion for him to take a look. “this expires in two days. i doubt you’ll be able to finish the whole thing by then, so you should probably find a bottle with a more recent production date.”

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if there ever was a god of grocery shopping, diluc ragnvindr would be the bane of his existence.

why were these stupid stores so confusing? why were there so many brands of everything? why in the hell were there so many types of oranges? and these trolleys, good lord. just why were they so difficult to maneuver?

all the aisles blend into each other, and all diluc can do is stare emptily at each product he finds, unable to make a decision.

he'd have better luck finding his way around if he was randomly dropped in a venetian calle.

diluc has no idea what he's doing— in the store, at home, even in life.

living on his own for the first time since his dad passed away, in an apartment much tinier than the lavish mansion he was used to, struggling to keep his head above water, the young ragnvindr only knew ingredients once they'd been taken home and properly organized in containers and shelves.

he'd rather the world not see him fumbling, though. so he decides to do the only logical thing one can do in his situation. he picks a person and does exactly what they do.

after all, when one is in rome, do they not do as the romans do?

in hindsight, he should've just researched online. he should have decided his purchases earlier. or ordered the damn groceries online. because then he'd be able to avoid the embarrassment of being tricked with a can of baby food.

baby food, of all things! why couldn't it be something a little more dignified?

he watches you quickly replace the offending item on the shelves and push your cart in another direction before he could react. “come on, then. off to the dairy section we go.”

not wanting to be left behind in this headache inducing location, he hurriedly pushes his trolley too in an attempt to keep up with you. kaeya would never let me live that down, he thinks as he does.

with a pang, he shoves down the memory of his brother as far and as deep as he can, choosing to focus on the present, lest he end up in another spiral.

you lead him to milk he was supposed to get, and he watches you carefully as you examine the dates on the bottles for him. moments later, you beckon him close with a curl of your palm. leaning slightly, he peers over your shoulder.

“always try to get the one most recently produced,” you tell him, and he nods. he follows the movement of your finger tapping your chin, clearly pondering. his gaze travels a bit higher, and as he sees your lips move, he realizes that he completely missed what you were saying.

“pardon?” he stumbles ungracefully on the initial sound.

“what's your favorite fruit?” you repeat. “that'll be first on our list on what to get for you.”

his favorite fruit? he didn't think he had one. “peaches,” he blurts, finding himself unwilling to disappoint you with his lack of proper response, his eyes falling on a peach milkshake drink.

his ears note your change in tone, voice turning excited. “oh, they're one of my favorites too!” warmth engulfs his gloved hand and he finds himself being dragged to the produce section.

“what about the trolleys?” he asks, mind still reeling from the sudden hand grabbing on your part.

you wave off his concerns. “oh, they'll be fine parked to the side.” you all but drag him to the peach display. “now, pay close attention, okay?”

as if he needed you to tell him that. “i'm listening,” he says.

you pick up a peach with bruising. “when you're sorting through peaches, look for the ones with no blemishes. they don't spoil as fast. same with apples and pears and such.” now this, he knew. but he still nods along, a picture-perfect student. he sees your eyes and wonders how anyone's could be so gorgeous.

later, he dutifully nods a little more as you explain the specifics of choosing potatoes.

“the potatoes should be firm, and there should be no signs of green,”

should he be taking notes? he stamps the involuntary urge to hunt for a notepad in one of his pockets down, deciding he did not want to embarrass himself any more in front of you.

you seemed to glow even under the unflattering light around you, hair lit by it as you tell him about how to look for the right cauliflowers and broccoli.

how could someone look so ethereal while standing next to onions?

diluc ragnvindr. get. a. grip. they're only talking about vegetables.

you ask him to tell you the price of the eggs while you sort through carrots for both him and yourself. he walks over a couple of yards, carefully examines the label and returns to report the number.

“that much?!” you eyes widen. “my goodness, that should be considered robbery!”

...was it? he thought it was a reasonable price for a carton of eggs. still, he blindly agrees. you smile, having caught on to the fact that he had no idea what the price should be, and he can't help the pride that spreads its wings in his heart. (though he probably shouldn't be, considering why you smiled, he was glad that he was the cause of it.)

the rest of the shopping goes in a similar manner. you tell him things. he nods, he observes another one of your features, then notes down whatever you tell him mentally.

by the time you reach check out, both of your trolleys are filled with the exact same items in the exact same quantities. except for two items in his cart that he reached for out of instinct when he saw them on the shelf: a chocolate his brother liked, and a snack his father used to eat often.

he contemplates leaving them behind, but decides against it at the last minute just before the cashier scans them.

he sees you reach into your pockets for a wallet, and sees an opportunity to repay you for your help.

he's quick to pull out his own and hands his card to the cashier before you can say a word.

“i insist,” he says, when you protest. “it is only fair i do this in return for you helping me,”

you sigh, giving him another one of the smiles he had started to adore. “alright, thank you.”

the two of you walk outside the store together. cool wind ruffles both of your hair. “well, i guess this is where we part ways,” you say with a laugh and a wave. he manages a soft smile in return.

“farewell, then.” he watches you walk away, still standing at the entrance, shopping bags in hand. "dammit." he curses under his breath.

he'd forgotten to ask for your name.

#—🖋#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x you #diluc x you #diluc ragnvindr x you #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff

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ewesless · 3 months

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Paint Night Headcanons

Anyone can add on with any character, "duplicates" absolutely welcome. Want to pass around a prompt?

Basic Prompt: "Paint Night" or "Paint and Sip" with the Obey Me Characters! MCs and OCs are welcome, but limit or exclude any romance and ship/self-ship elements please!

Barbatos: If he is in charge of it that is guaranteed to be the Devildom equivalent of the Sistine Chapel quality. He favors realism and hyper-realism, subconscious horror or otherwise unsettling elements are unintentionally included.

Diavolo will do anything he possibly can in order to own Barbatos's paintings of Lucifer or MC to keep in his personal art gallery though. Sometimes he wins, most often he loses.

This got long lmao!

Who Barbatos loves to pair up with:

Diavolo: Everything the Young Master makes is precious to him and he praises him highly. He has an area dedicated to Diavolo's artwork spanning from his youth to his most recent boredom doodle cataloged like a museum. He allows Mephistopheles to tour the "Gallery of Lord Diavolo" in both journalist context or just for leisure. It makes Mephisto so emotional every time which pleases Barbatos greatly and he has gifted pieces to Mephistopheles as thank yous and hush money. He lets MC see "exclusive" artwork though.

MC: He additionally brags and rubs anyone's nose in it that it's his and not theirs ^_^ He has positive feedback, praise and compliments for MC's artwork no matter if it's a stick figure, a "Bold and Brash" or Fine Art. He has a soft spot for sincerity and soulfulness, but he is not opposed to tongue-in-cheek or intentionally bad artwork as long as it's for fun. If MC does him dirty in a mean-spirited way he gets >:( and withholds treats from them as punishment.

Luke: Because Luke is very serious about his quality and technical skills, but it's an adorable trait. Barbatos loves seeing everything he makes in his style is too. Luke is always blown away by Barbatos's skill so he enjoys that it inspires and flatters Luke. He encourages Luke like he does in baking and buys him coloring + sticker books and sketchbooks with cute covers. (This section can apply to MC too if your MC enjoys this)

Who he hates to pair up with:

Beel and Belphie: Everyone hates to get paired with them, there's no way to candy coat that fact. But Barbatos still finds Beel's endearing and the inclusion of food and the personality that both twins imbue in their artwork is cute to him. He was absolutely appalled that the wilted asparagus that Belphegor made was meant to be him.......

Solomon: OM!Barbatos enjoys painting Solomon and they have fun together often challenging one another to use inspiration from artists they are less familiar with. NB!Barbatos resents getting paired with Solomon for obvious reasons, but because Solomon is a good painter who isn't interested in creative interpretation unlike with his "food" he doesn't get insulted by his art as much. Barbatos takes everything he does seriously so he would not create something foul, insulting or mediocre, but NB!Barbatos uses the entire evening to stare at Solomon like he's a wretched insect, or makes Solomon self-conscious from his judgmental glaring and passive aggressive attitude about having Solomon as his subject. Solomon drinks a lot more when it's with NB!Barb...

Asmodeus: He dislikes Asmo-chan as a partner because Asmo will nitpick, criticize and make suggestions even though it's the closest to perfection that can be made. That HURTS HIS SENSITIVE ARTISTIC FEELINGS. Because Asmo likes to add sex appeal in his artwork it's disconcerting, but he appreciates Asmo's glamorous and aesthetic art style. Asmo's focus on beauty means that he'll never make an unflattering image. Asmo gives him big sparkly eyes which amuses Barbatos endlessly.

Leviathan is always a ??? because while Barbatos appreciates his skill, imagination, range and attention to detail it depends completely on what Levi's favorite anime or manga is at the time. He has been stylized in everything from Moe to Anthropomorphic and Mecha, he is often drawn in cosplay. Barbatos adds special things to Levi's pictures by putting stylized Ruri-chan or other characters in with him because he likes to watch him cry his eyes out

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me barbatos #obey me diavolo #obey me solomon #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me mc #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me luke #obey me mephistopheles #useless writing

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noctilin · 5 months

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would you happen to have any tips for the most actual barebones beginner ever? like… everything looks like it was drawn by a child and nothing seems to look better -type beginner? it’s frustrating and I see people give advice like drawing a little guy youre obsessed with a little in order to get better but i find it so hard to draw anything that looks like it WASNT drawn by a four year old. like how do i actually get better and even sort of reach the actual beginner stage, start developing my own styles and such, and actually feel like drawing often would actually help?

hmmm, i'd say try to not overwhelm yourself. when you start out it's easy to get paralyzed by all you can and have to learn. accept the fact that you cannot learn everything and practice takes time. but time will pass anyway.

focus on what you want to achieve. start with a small, loose goal to keep you on track. what do you want to draw? is it characters? objects? animals? backgrounds? comics? why and how do you want to draw them? it doesn't have to be your end goal which is why i say loose. because at some point you might find out you don't actually like drawing animals and want to draw landscapes instead. this doesn't mean the time you spent is a waste though because you learned something about yourself.

your goal can be as shallow and silly as you want it to be as long as you have a direction to start with. when i was 14 all i ever wanted was to draw "hot people" and started from there LMAO. i knew i wanted to draw characters so i studied how to draw people. collected art that depicted my preference of what i found attractive. when i started i drew only heads. i didn't know how to draw bodies but once i found myself in a happy spot, i tried to expand by practicing anatomy. bit by bit you learn to draw everything else if you keep pushing with the drive.

this doesn't mean that this goal is the only thing you should be doing, by the way. that's one way to burn out fast. play and draw with other things as you go while keeping your goal in mind. change and adapt as you see fit. as people, we grow by experiencing different things. this is the same with art. this goal is just there to help guide you when you feel lost.

one thing i really advocate is to NOT let styles control you. it will come to you naturally because as you learn you'll figure out what you want and don't want to have in your art. like, it's fine to have an ideal style but if you focus on style before fundamentals you are easily going to crash into endless frustration because you won't understand what you're doing at all.

be kind to yourself, most of all. there'll be no doubt that you'll find yourself frustrated and miserable. that's just part of being an artist. but you should avoid calling your work mediocre and childish. you are already in the "beginner stage" so stop putting yourself lower than that. berating yourself will not do you any good. give yourself a pat on the back for each drawing you've done and reflect on what you want to improve on.

life is short and i believe that celebrating the privilege of creating can go a long way. best of luck and happy drawing :)

#asks #Anonymous #art help

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thecluelessdoctor · 6 months

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HEY GUYS GUESS WHAT I HAVE A REVIEW RANT THIBG!! YK THISE THINGS I DO EVERY BLUE MOON ON SOMETHING OTHER THAN HELLUVA BOSS? YEAH! WE ARE DOING THAT?

ABOUT WHAT EXACTLY??

YUP! THIS HORRIBLE WEBTOON. I won't be talking about the creator controversy

Look I couldn't even get past the first few episodes. I had to watch summary videos that's how much I hated it.

So!!

Yeah

So using what I've learned ima. Review it.

Story first!

So it's a romance (WHY) between Nelle and of course Jeff the murderer- sorry killer. Anyway. Nelle at the beginning attempts to get a job at Arkham asylum, but isn't allowed to due to not having any experience. Nelle why is this the first thing you tried to do after getting a degree- you could be a therapist. (Wait she was a child therapis?? Oh) anyway. Nelle runs into Jeff and. Nelle gives the obvious psychopath a ride to HER home. WHAT??

Shit happened and Jeff ends up living with Nelle, and ig. They start falling in love?

Yeah.

This is written like a fanfic. You know what it reminds me of?? IT REMINDS ME OF STOLITZ!!

Which brings me to the next point

The writing/dialogue

Everything feels uncomfortable and stiff. It also feels really robotic- it's just. Not good.

Jeff is really creepy. I mean yeah he's a murderer but he calls Nelle 'kid' with the sexual tension going on and it feels weird. WHY KID. God Jeff also gives off that 'alpha male' dude vibe it was just. I'm crying. BUT THE SHOW MUSt GO ON!!

This webtoon and it's characters feel so soulless and Nelle is so obviously this adorkable self OC god.

Next part.

The art.

AUHHJJ- ITS ACTUALLY TERRIBLE- MEDIOCRE AT BEST

It looks like Vivziepop art, but at least her newer art is consistent

This also has ZERO artistic growth!!

Now I'm a young artist, and I don't normally hate on other's art but this??? It's so Incredibly painful, and it doesn't even feel like it's trying to be good

Liker here are a few panels that I read that were really inconsistent

As well as some Google images.

God

Anyway rant over

Do you friends, have some shitty canvas webtoon you want me to review?? TELL ME!! I'll probably do it lmao.

Ig I'll call this series 'Bargain comics' because it's a bargain if I will be traumatized for the rest of my days

Anyway, I'm Dotty, and I wanna die

#jeff the killer #Jeff's disorders #Bargain comics #Critical #webtoon #original comic #webcomic #webtooncanvas #webtoon critical

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joesalw · 5 months

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First of all, I’m happy to learn that I’m not alone in my becoming anti TS journey. I realized it’s my love for her since I was 10 years old that made her special in my eyes. Now that the glasses made of childhood nostalgia are off, all I see is a mediocre artist who doesn’t deserve everything she has right now. There are far more talented artists that deserve the recognition and fame, but they don’t have Daddy’s money when they were starting out so 🤷🏽

Save for folklore and evermore, most of her lyrics are also meh. My Lit major friends were right when they said “lyricism? what lyricism?” 😂 it’s embarrassing to see swifties (me included back then) compare her to Shakespeare or Jane Austen lmaooo

Like a lot of other people on here, I became resentful of her this year because of her behavior to the point that I have her muted on Spotify and blocked in social media since the start of November. How she dealt with and treated Ana’s death just really rubbed me the wrong way, sorta like it’s a confirmation that she doesn’t care about BIPOC lives when her whole brand is her loving her fans so much and having a close relationship with them. BIPOC lives are relevant to her only insofar as ✨ diversity and equality ✨ and “no i’m not racist or a bigot i literally have [insert minority group here] friends” damage control are concerned. Watched videos of her LatAm shows and the difference of her energy/how she engaged with people was glaring. It’s embarrassing to see swifties defend her like besties go get some standards and make sure you get your money’s worth, lmao.

And of course, how she’s intentionally associating herself with known abusers and SA apologists. I guess #MeToo was just another era for her and now she’s over it.

I got tickets to her show early next year, but after giving it time (to see if it’s just a phase and I’d like her again eventually), I decided I don’t wanna watch her anymore. Ironic because I stayed during the events of 1989 and after, but it’s ultimately TS herself who made me hate her, lol. Spending $2,000 (includes flights, hotel, etc) over an objectively mediocre artist who’s starting to show her real colors now that she thinks she’s unstoppable is just not worth it. Glad I now see the light 🙆🏽

Anyways, would you know about Ticketmaster’s policy on transferring the e-tickets? I’m the account holder and they did confirm that I don’t have to be physically present for my friends I was supposed to go with to get in. (Ticket transfers via TM are not possible.) I just wanna sell my own ticket and get my money back. Thanks in advance!

#anti taylor swift #swifties dni

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