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cabra-con-botones · 6 months

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Cada vez que recuerdo como el fandom de 31 minutos ve a Tulio me dan ganas de matarme man

ODIO CON TODA MI ALMA QUE LA MAYORÍA (fuera de Tumblr o mis amigos con los que hablo de la serie) LO VEA COMO ESTE MACHO PELO EN PECHO TODO MASCULINO, SUPER MUSCULOSO, GOLPEA MUJERES Y HOMOFOBICO/TRANSFOBICO

Es que literalmente Tulio en la serie es todo lo contrario, es increíble lo poco que se vieron la serie o le prestaron atención, FAKE FANS!!!

Tulio no es hipermasculino, es asustadizo y en cierta forma inocente, si bien se preocupa mucho por si mismo y su imagen tiende a disculparse cuando la embarra estrepitosamente con sus mejores amigos, es suuuper romántico a tal punto que le daba vergüenza mostrar cómo fue con Cindy cuando la conoció en el verano a sus amigos, no es para nada la vista distorsionada que generó el fandom. Odio como constantemente en los fanfics lo tratan como alguien sumamente despiadado y cruel (a pesar de que si lo es en cierta medida, cofcofPatanayCindycofcof), Tulio no es así, en varios episodios se demuestra que, a pesar de que lo oculte, le importa mucho la opinión de los demás, rompiéndose con facilidad y más aún si es de sus amigos, no por nada el mismo dice que, de todos trabajando en el programa, era el más inútil.

Y HOMOFOBICO??? CUANDO TULIO FUE HOMOFOBICO, literalmente es amigo de Juanín y Policarpo, como sería homofóbico /hj

Nah pero en serio pienso que más que homo/transfobico (aparte de mis headcanons) él solo haría preguntas sumamente incómodas (como en ese video del entrevistador negro preguntándole a una persona "why are you gay" repetidas veces). ES QUE ENCIMA EN UN VIDEO FUERA DE LA SERIE HABLA INCLUSIVAMENTE ANTES DE QUE SIQUIERA SE INVENTARA (creo) EL LENGUAJE INCLUSIVO XD. Tulio definitivamente no entendería sobre la comunidad y le daría igual, pero no sería abiertamente homofóbico... Misógino si, no homofóbico 🤪

Y ni quiero hablar de las veces que he leído que lo hacen absuuurdamente dominante e intimidante por algún motivo, ¿Tulio? ¿El tipo que le tiene miedo a las ballenas?, ¿Ese Tulio?

Como se nota que querían tener a Tulio de chico malo a la fuerza, TIENEN A JUAN CARLOS AL LADO, SEAN ÚTILES SIMPS DE BODOQUE Y USENLO PARA ESO 😭, o mejor usen a la vida pasada CANONICA de Tulio que era literalmente un dictador

En fin nadie entiende a Tulio... Solo yo y mis mutis... Ni siquiera creo que los creadores lo entiendan tan bien (cofcoftulioenpartedelatemp4cofcof)

#31 minutos #tulio triviño #tenia que sacarme esto de la cabeza ok #delta rant #idk rant

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eightfifteen · 1 year

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I'm one of those people who won't believe Byler is going to be canon until I see it because this isn't my first rodeo and I know that just because it textually, subtextually, and narratively makes the most sense, doesn't mean it's going to happen.

My biggest concern was that even if the Duffers had planned a Byler canon all along, I doubted Netflix would allow their most popular show ever to be queer. And also because the GA loved midleven; they were iconic.

This is what makes it so strange that the Duffers were allowed to ruin them in season 4. And how Midleven is not being marketed AT ALL. If the reason for midleven being endgame is because it would be most profitable for Netflix,... then why aren't they cashing in??

And then I was watching this video essay by Verilybitchie on YT about Queer media which explains how oftentimes new companies (streaming platforms but also in the past just regular up-and-coming cable channels) would target minority groups because they're the ones most looking for new places to get content.

"In the 60s and 70s, when cable channels were first introduced, small new networks like Fox, and the CW, got their early success targeting niche audiences, specifically black audiences. (...) And streaming is following this exact same business strategy. They're churning out huge amounts of diverse content because they're building up a new business and they want to attract invested viewers who don't feel like they're getting enough content elsewhere. That includes people of colour, LGBT people, women, and young girls." - Verilybitchie

For example, one of Netflix' first shows Orange Is The New Black, is diverce as fuck. The main character is bi and in multiple queer relationships, and most side-characters are also queer one way or the other and ethnically and racially diverse. But it also targets women specifically; a huge demographic that isn't being catered to enough. This clearly helped build Netflix' userbase.

But now, with Netflix having become as popular as it is today, they want to target bigger, more lucrative audiences (aka predominantly cishet, white groups), which is why all of their shows are slowly becoming stale and mainstream or get canceled after one season.

But my point is that Stranger Things was given the green light in phase 1 - the phase where they were targeting minorities. This means that there's a higher chance for them to have been greenlit even if - or maybe even especially if - it was queer. And now with the panel saying "they were just amazed Netflix was letting them do this at all", I don't know it's just reminding me of all of this.

It's clear that Netflix is being very hands-off when it comes to ST, trusting them to deliver one way or another. Especially now re-watch value isn't as important in Hollywood anymore; they don't have to please the GA for it to remain popular, the GA will watch it either way until they figure out the queer endgame, and by then they've watched the whole show and ST will no longer be the reason for them to renew their subscription at the end of the month anyway.

If they hope to get a new audience for ST after the show is already over, so they can get a small boost of new subscribers, it would make more sense to once again target the queer audiences who wouldn't otherwise have watched it. Everyone who likes Sci-Fi Fantasy is already subscribed (or watching the show illegally) so they have to give it a new appeal if they want to get new fans; the queer userbase that will watch anything just because it's gay. In my opinion, it's their only way for getting new fans, especially once everyone knows how it ends and the suspense is taken away. And with shows like Sex Education, Young Royals, and Heartstopper doing as well as they're doing, they know there's a huge audience for this.

But more importantly; this brings more credibility to the Duffers having planned Byler all along, and with it being slowburn, and them only getting together in the final season, Netflix would have no reason to not allow the Duffers to continue doing whatever they want.

#idk rant #byler #stranger things #anyway check out the video essay it's really good

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thottybrucewayne · 4 months

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I hate that the "Gen Alpha can't read." conversation so much because people are taking this as a chance to call children stupid and their parents monsters instead of having a very real discussion about how the education system is flawed by design, covid fucked up everything socialization wise, these parents having little access to child care and more work hours leads them to lean on things like tablets and phones to watch their kids more and more, teachers are more overworked and underpaid than ever leading to them leaving the profession in droves and that's only like the surface level issues. There's a myriad of factors at play here, not just that "The kids are spoiled screen-addicted brats with no imagination and their parents are childish spoiled millennials who just let coco melon handle everything."

#thotty speaks #thotty rants #idk like i feel like alot of yall are being weirdly cruel and smug about this situation #'gen alpha can't read' can you??????????

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variksel · 1 year

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i hate you ai art i hate you "unalive" i hate you youtube premium i hate you twitter 8$ checkmark i hate you nfts i hate you therapy app advertisements i hate you non-chronological timelines i hate you instagram reels i hate you subtle tiktok filters that cant be turned off i hate you family bloggers i hate you ads on true crime episodes i hate you facebook i hate you vr glasses on chickens i hate you dystopian social media

#sorry but genuinely sometimes i feel like we live in a fucking dystopia #i get ads of chat bots designed to look like cute girls who will listen to your problems and it. god #its so unbelievably strange in some indescribable way #how am i supposed to explain that the word unalive makes me want to tear my hair out #vent #rant #idk

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ozzyeelz · 4 months

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mutuals let’s do this

#Ozias rants #eel posting #eels #grass eels #fishposting #me and my mutuals #idk #shitpost #marine biology #I love fishies :3 #garden eels

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tchaikovsgay · 8 months

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this might be a controversial opinion but i think we unnecessarily platform terfs way too much. people cant even make a fun harmless trans post without people jumping on to be like "yeah, fuck terfs!" and its like. severely not about that at all

tumblr terfs love attention. they feed off of it, ESPECIALLY negative attention which is what some of yall are constantly giving them. if you dont want them interacting with your blog or w/e, thats fine, of course you dont! but everyone quietly blocking them while focusing on trans positivity would be way more beneficial than making the focus entirely about giving them the attention that theyre frothing at the mouth for

and frankly the focus on terfs takes away from conversations about casual transphobia that exists outside of just radical feminism. not everyone hides their transphobia under the guise of being a super feminist, and saying "fuck terfs" makes people feel like theyre above ever perpetuating transphobia, which is DEFINITELY not true

#maybe its time we replaced 'terfs dni' with 'trans safe' or 'trans positive' or something like that #idk ive never had terfs dni on my blog and i never have an issue with them interacting because i just #post supportively abt trans people #its that easy honestly #rant

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boogerbrat · 10 months

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i really really love the voice acting industry and i so hope that we don't lose it to comerciality.

i've just bawled my eyes out to a scene in a chinese animation of someone crying in pure agony, simply because his voice carried all the pain, and mind you it was a side character. mainstream western animation is so filled with potential but the artificial, put-on voice that takes the seriousness out of a character (because animation isn't a serious medium anyway, right?) ruins so much of it (think mlb). "big names" being used to replace actually trained voice actors rob the position of its credibilty, makes it look replaceable and easy, and then we end up with Mario being voiced by a quirky face with not much to back it up. it's so easy to give voice actors the recognition they deserve (the anime industry proves this already), and i hope that along with animation itself, voice acting stays the art it deserves to be, and will stick around with growing quality as time goes on. i want to keep crying at the sound of true heartbreak

#idk rant #link click ep 5 you know what you did to me #cheng xiaoshi was technically the person crying and he's a main chara BUT since he was in a different person's body #he was not crying in his own voice yes yes TECHNICALITIES #typical shiguang dailiren shenanigans you know

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lxnlego · 1 year

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I remember constantly being told in my small town that as soon as I left I'd really 'find my people' It's been about a year now though, and I feel more alone than ever. I feel like I'm navigating the world like an alien. Everyone else seems to be able to do the work, and cleaning, and socializing thing. So it sucks to be failing so massively at socializing, I just want to have people in my life to share all the changes with.

#idk rant #linrambles

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anradalikesfish · 1 year

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one "bad" trait i have is that if i dont enjoy you anymore and you make me feel isolated i will kick you out of my life permanently without warning because thats just how i be

#like im sorry but #idk how to consider feelings #most of the time #also im a nice person i mean i WILL try to be my best for you but #if you arent making an effort to make it worth it for me to show you appreciation #why should i do the same?#idk rant

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jestroer · 1 month

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Dream is a total wanker, and I don't even want to mention him on my blog really, but I honestly could never fucking forget the "WHY has GRIAN, who in my opinion is not great at PvP, killed me at least 8 times in PVP games, yet I have NEVER finished ahead of him in buildmart". Still the funniest fucking shit ever

#he sucks so bad but he is also such a fucking clown #i do not know how anyone can take this guy seriously. he's like a 14 year old fr but hes like 24 i think #the buildmart rant will forever be engraved in my brain. WHY did GRI-#shitpost #idk i should probably tag for like dream mention #cw dream #yea

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cabra-con-botones · 7 months

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Soy solo yo o me molesta mucho cuando en los fanfics tratan la depresión de Juan Carlos como "oh no, estoy triste" y mágicamente se la curan cuando el se pone de novio con el personaje de turno

Me gustaría ver más fanfics en donde al menos investiguen sobre la depresión a la hora de escribir sobre Juan Carlos, tipo en la serie quiso tirarse de un puente al ver cómo todo no valía la pena, pq cuando lo escriben de esa manera parece casi chiste

#31 minutos #juan carlos bodoque #idk rant #había un fanfic en donde Juan Carlos tomaba antidepresivos y se ponía mas gordito #es un buen detalle teniendo en cuenta que eso pasa en la vida real #sorry si sueno demasiado molesto pero xfa investiguen antes de escribir personajes con ese tipo de enfermedades o trastornos

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crunchchute · 4 months

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willy wearing those new year glasses except it’s 2014 ones bc they ran out of 2024…

sorry this is not quite the pizza you ordered But im working with a timeline here. so i went back in time 10 years. happy new year 2004

#he look like 🤓#but also somehow cunty. idk why #to me fazfright is in like 2015 so this could be taking place in fnaf 3 #i could have also drawn burntrap but i havent drawn this guy much lately so springtrap it is #because 2024 is like hw/pizzaplex time and williams state this year is unclear and *keeps ranting*#my art #crunchchute art #fnaf #springtrap #answered #ty for the ask!

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toqiuh · 1 year

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“We were in love.”

#miraculous ladybug #i just dont think we talk abt this line enough #miraculous fanart #miraculous ladybug fanart #mlb fanart #ladybug #chat noir #chat blanc #i have so many things i wanna say about this episode alone #and how this experience hurts them BOTH #but i will save the rant and maybe draw it instead #idk we'll see #skribbles

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running-with-kn1ves · 2 months

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Drunken Stupor

A/N: this is based off of that drunken yan gangster idea that I couldn't get out of my head. I might rewrite it or do it differently but this is 4 u my 1 gangster lovin' anon for now!

OG Yandere Gangster Drabble (nsft) w/ da Yan Gangster Ramble

TW: kidnapping, drunken yandere, noncon kissing (no nsft), threats, toxic behavior,

Puzzles, accompanied by whatever news channel you could get through. Paint-by-number pictures, and shitty DVD’s from another time. Horribly thin sheets and an aching back--- you were completely, utterly, and seemingly irrevocably, isolated. The tight handcuffs around your feet only allowed you to hop around the house, barely making it to the front door before you tripped over the rug and nosedived into the cold, black floor.

How long has it been? When was the last time you felt the spring wind on your face? You weren’t even allowed to open the windows, out of your captors fear of you screaming for help, even with him right next to you. He gave you countless things to keep yourself entertained, whether they be knitting grandma-like sweaters or taking up a different artistic hobby, anything that could keep you in one spot for long without the need to move or the option to hurt yourself.

You were tempted to scream, to throw your half-finished puzzle at the wall and destroy the nice room set up for you that once belonged to the lone bachelor-- who, was much later than usual tonight. Your throat was too sore to keep up with the screaming however, and you pushed it to the back of your mind to try again tomorrow. If he came home all of a sudden and found you screaming at the ripe hour of 11 PM, he might do more than just threaten with one of his switchblades.

You hated being around the bastard, feeling so terrified and weak like maybe today would finally be your last-- but at this point, you were going insane being by yourself for so long. Even a nice screaming match with him until your voice finally left you would more desirable than watching another 80s thriller that would haunt your dreams, alone. For someone who wasn’t home very often, he certainly had an extensive collection of old gangster movies, romcoms too even. But you couldn’t put Sixteen Candles on again without wanting to rip your eyes out-- not even one of his five million copies of The Godfather. Who needs that many copies of the same movie?

Your exhausted, beaten-down brain jolted at the sound of someone jerking at the door handle. The door practically thumped with the lock against the wall, dust raining as it was violently ripped back and forth. But then came the familiar jangle of an overloaded key ring, one you had heard most nights for what you can only assume has been the past month.

Finally, your spiked anxiety crashed when you saw those familiar, much-too-shiny-for-a-gangster-to-be-wearing black leather shoes thump inside. You peaked your head out from your sitting position near the opened bedroom door, trying to get a glimpse without getting up and alerting him of your presence. It was inevitable for him to come to you, his kidnapee, but you tried to postpone the smothering for as long as possible. Maybe now was the time to chuck that puzzle.

“You reallyyy gotta hold *hic* on mee…”

Mismatched footsteps trudged, stopping first to hit the corner of what you could only assume was the livingroom loveseat.

“Move outa ma way, couch! ..Even though you… treeat me *hic* badlyy..”

You heard the raking of fingernails on the couch cushions, the clink of a bottle rolling on the ground back and forth. You didn’t dare look back through the door crack. Maybe you should shut it? Lord knows what that would cause him to do, though.

“You still gotts’a hold on me…”

The sing-songy voice came closer, belonging to the madman you dreaded the return of. Within the crack of the door you saw a dark silhouette, the TV casting a face-shadowing glow that made you just an inch more terrified.

“Hey, baby…” He hiccuped.

“Well that’s new,” You started, looking away from him back to your puzzle. “When did I become your ‘baby’?”

He moaned thoughtfully, thinking about your rhetorical question. “After you kidnapped me, I suppose?”

Maybe it was wrong to poke the beast, especially because he smelled like dirty whiskey and had three buttons too loose on his dress shirt, showing a deep scar betwixt his faint chest hair. A vulnerable image he’d never let you witness soberly.

“Hrmmm….” He pushed his entire weight on the door, letting it creak open as he looked at you with a smile.

“I dunno…maybe.” He laughed a little, giving a small snort like a schoolboy hearing his first nasty joke.

You rolled your eyes. Damn, as if you weren’t on edge before, now you were going to have to deal with the equivalent of a murderous toddler who’s been threatening to hurt you ever since you were first brought here. Drunken fools were best left at the bar.

But your icy demeanor didn’t sway his unsettingly good mood, the gangster opening the door all the way to flop onto your (unwillingly) shared bed. He dug his face into the sheets that smelled like you, looking at the back of your head that was pressed against the edge of the mattress.

“Was thinkin’ bout’cha…” He murmurs, tugging at a strand of your hair from behind. “Couldn’t stop talkin’ to the boys, ‘bout how pretty you are..”

The short yanks at your hair to get your attention were becoming annoying, though you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of glaring face-to-face.

“Told em’ how nice you look when yer sleepin’, when ya brush ya teeth, sayin’ that they’re not allowed to have ya....”

You hummed in response, trying to bend away to get closer to your puzzle. But you could sense the bubbling in your stomach, could feel that something was coming. Whether it’d be a bunch of slobbered kisses or your early demise, you couldn’t tell.

“Oh really?” You asked, knowing he’d been adamant on not saying a word or letting make a peep about your existence in his gang-funded condo.

“Yah, I did. Don’t believe me? Said i’d cut their fingers off, like boss does when some’n fucks up. I’d slam into em, make em watch while I...”

He went quiet, and you thanked whatever made him. Whatever he said, you didn’t want to know; you’d already had enough of an unwilling look into his violent thoughts.

“Well, doesn’t matter now, right... ‘cause now I gots’ya here. Mmph,” You hear him kick his shoes off, his face coming up to bury in your hair. “Smellin’ so good, lookin’ so nice fr’ me… wanting you so bad.”

The sound of him inhaling you, his nose pressed to your neck as he shimmies his head deeper against you like a cat is uncomfortably warm. You feel two hands creep up, looking for your shoulders to push you back and make you more accessible.

The gangster wasn’t normally so affectionate, so quiet and simple when he spoke. You were waiting for it to be replaced by his normal, angrily resentful behavior, the type that’d pull you by the hair to kiss you, that’d rant about the idiots he’d had to deal with for the day at you. But maybe, just maybe, you were in the clear for now?

“You’re acting weird,” You try to jerk away. “I’m not in the mood to entertain you, okay? Just, let me do my puzzle in peace. Go take a shower or something.”

He’s quick to respond, wrapping veiny arms around your shoulders and dangerously close to your neck.

“Nuh huh, not unless yer comin’ with me, wanna show how much I loove you,” His head pops up closer to yours, the stressed crinkles under his eyes making him look older. “Cuz’ baby, you reallyy gotta hold on mee..”

“Stop stop stop.” You couldn’t take the second-hand embarassment of listening him to try to sing again, horribly off key and far too confident in each drawn out word. “What do I have to do to stop you from singing again?”

“I can’t hold it in though. Love’s too strong for you, love.” His disheveled hair, once slicked back in an oily black, now strewn about across his forehead as it nearly covers his eyebrows. He presses his forehead towards you. “Lemme kiss. Told the boys you give the best kisses, lemme prove it..”

“Prove what-- they’re not even here!” You try to go under his arm-barricade, only to be stopped as he practically puts his full weight forward, dragging him with you each time you move.

“Lovin’ you for so long, jusst a kiss, just one kith..” He reaches for your cheek with his lips, ignoring how you whip your head around in retaliation.

“No, no! You stink like a bar and ciggarettes, get off me.”

He grunts in frustration, biting down on his lower lip as his dark, full eyebrows furrow together.

“Let me kiss or i’ll.. I’ll gut you like a fish, my lovely..”

You stopped at that, looking out of the corner of your eye to his pink-tinted cheeks and strong neck that sweated at the sight of you.

He puts a ringed knuckle to your cheek, huffing as his eyes go half-lidded. His suit was all wrinkled from rolling around on the bed, dirty with the day’s work and bar-stench as he forced you back against the end of the mattress.

“C’mon, don’t make me say stuff like that just for a kiss…” He whined, scooting closer. “Maybe I’ll start singing again, y’knoww, if y’don’t come close.”

“Please just… don’t hurt me.” You mumbled, trying to avoid that blank, dark look he often held that came crawling back a moment ago. You didn’t want that sober side right now; this was somehow easier to handle, even if it meant losing your dignity.

“Don’t wanna, never will,” He hums, staring unbothered at your lips, as if he wasn’t holding you tight enough to suffocate. “S’just kiss me, need it bad..”

You looked around, as if there was anyone else looking, trying to avoid the task that made you shiver inside.

But you didn’t get a chance to reject the drunken gangster again, his wet lips coming against the side of your face. He poked the tip of his tongue out, flicking against your lip before going tongue-first into your surprised mouth.

Anytime he had tried to kiss you, to do anything overtly intimate, the most he released was the silent huffs of a man too wrapped up in himself to let you hear anything of pleasure. But now, you witnessed the lewd shlops of his lips against yours, the neediness of the back of his throat, groaning to be deeper inside of you.

One of his heavy hands cradled the back of your head, his stupor not caring (or rather, not noticing) how little you moved, how you seemed to be backing into his large palm that massaged your hair.

“Loved’ya forever, so happy you were so stupid…” He mumbles between licks to the corner of your lip, diving back into the sticky warmth of you. “What kinda… mph, idiot, doesn’t..hugh, report to the police..?”

With his arm once wrapped around you, the gangster takes your limp wrist to his collar, bringing it to hold his loose tie. He makes you drag him closer, guiding your slow and frowning lips in his one-sided makeout session.

“Not’ma fault, making your life so much better now.. N’now, you’re mine.” He grins, a stupid little grin from the alcohol and delusion swarming his head as he consumes you, fingers coming to fiddle with your cotton T-shirt as he draws lines down your chest. “My sweet sunshine, all mine, forever n’ ever.”

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