#stop being so fucking defeatist!
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Do you ever read a post and it's like. Your point is great but your post is SO defeatist USAmerican-centric that it's entirely pointless to share? Like yes that sucks for America but unfortunately you live in a hellscape of a scale unimaginable to people not trapped in that hellscape and you have used language that suggests you think the entire world doesn't have this thing you want. Parts of it do, and we want everyone to have it. Stop presuming everything is shit everywhere. Try and imagine better, maybe look and see if anyone is managing it and how they managed it. What are you doing to achieve this thing you want? Are you advocating for it in any way or are you just complaining? We didn't get the things we have in our countries by just asking for them sadly on tumblr with a side order of "but that's just the way the world's going isn't it fucked?" yes so fucking set something on fire about it. Join a union and actually get involved with activism. Oh but it's hard and there's risk? There's risk everywhere. That's the fucking point.
#like there's a time for whinging without purpose but unfortunately that's not fucking now#''i know I've already lost this battle'' no you fucking haven't you just decided you have!#stop being so fucking defeatist!
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i am in love with your sollux i think
sollux love party :]
if you’re interested heres some of my personal fondness thoughts on him..
big warning for the mega long read ahead aye
as we alr know sollux's rejection of participation somewhat mirrors dave's rejection of heroism, but even without getting cooked to completion i still find sollux's character v compelling beyond the fourth wall
as someone who doesnt get a pinch of that Protagonist Sparkle to begin with, he can openly say he wants to leave anytime…. and unlike dave, he actually Can leave the scene anytime. but he can never be truly Free from the story via permanent character death like the other trolls.
his irrelevancy is indeed relevant - he’s there so u can point him out.
while his image is intended to be a relic of past internet subculture, his role is not only about hehehaha being a Chad or a 2000s cyberforum 2²chan haxxor ragequit gamebro.
his continued existence also happens to add a Bit to the overarching themes of homestuck! a Bit that gives him longer-lasting thematic relevance compared to the trolls who could’ve had more character potential but didnt get to survive beyond the main story.
the Bit in question:
his defiance contributes to the illusion of agency (treating characters = people with autonomy). he’s “aware” of it, and that recognition is worth noting enough to forcibly keep him alive as both reward and punishment.
considering how his personality & classpect is designed its definitely a very haha thing for hussie to do LOL. he’s made to be op asf so he's resigned to doing dirty work, gradually deteriorating along the way but never truly dying. as fans have mentioned before, him openly rejecting involvement after a while of grim tolerance is like if the sim u were controlling suddenly stopped, looked up and gave u the finger while u were step six into the walkthrough for Every Possible Sim Death Animation.
but since he’s just a sim… the more he hates it, the more you keep him around. if ur sim started complaining abt your whimsical household storyline you’d definitely keep that little fuck.
but yeah i like that sollux is just idling. the significance of his presence being that one dude who's always reliably Somewhere, root core Unchanged, no individual ambitions (possibly due to fear of consequence?), and design-wise: a staple representative product of his time.
compared to dirk's character, who has aged phenomenally well into the present (themes of control + AR + artificial intelligence, clearer exploration around navigating relationships/sexuality, infinite possibilities of self-splinterhood and trait inheritance), sollux's potential is really... contained. bitter. defeatist. limiting and frustrating in the way old tech is.
the world continues moving on to shinier, brighter, more advanced automated things - minimalist and metaverse or whatever but sollux is still here 🧍♂️ going woohoo redblue 3d. (tho personally i imagine his vibe similar to what the kids call cassette futurism on pinterest mixed w more grimy grunge insectoid influences eheh)
conceptually-speaking,
at the foundation of it all, the rapid pace of modern development was built off the understanding of ppl like sollux in the past, who were There actively at work while the dough was still beginning to rise
thats one of the cool things abt the idea of trolls preceding humans! the idea that trolls like sollux excelled back when lots of basic shit still needed to be discovered, building structures like networks and codes from scratch, and humans will eventually inherit and reinvent that knowledge in ways that become so optimized it makes the old manual effort seem archaic, slow, and labour-intensive.
but despite information/resources/shortcuts being more accessible now, much of the new highly-anticipated stuff released on trend still end up unfinished, inefficient, or expiring quickly due to cutting corners under severe capitalistic pressures
meanwhile, some of the old stuff frm past generations of thorough, exploratory and perfectionistic development still remains working, complete, and ever so sturdy.
those things continue to exist, just outside our periphery with either:
zero purpose left for modern needs (outdated/obsolete)
or
far too important to replace or destroy, bcs of its surprisingly essential and circumstantial usefulness in one niche specific area.
which are honestly? both points that sum up sollux pree well.
dramatic ending sorry. anw are u still on the fence or are u Sick abt him like me </3
#ask#anon#sollux captor#homestuck#hs2 spoilers#2023#vioart#hs2 sollux explaining girls and bitches to john: 🗣️🗣️🗣️#mr foods‚ setting up the visuals: LMAO ok pause. cool story bro theyre all gone its just u n ur sandwich bro.#now that i think abt it sol's kind of a toaster? awkwardly takes up countertop space#lacks the versatility and sociability of an air fryer/pressure cooker. unwashed and littered w crumbs!#but sometimes the clear‚ frank simplicity of the toaster is a temporary lifesaver for ppl who struggle w low appetite / decision fatigue#or ppl who just have a habit of eating toast for breakfast LOL#and eh ¯\ _(ツ)_/¯ even if u dont feel like toasting today thats ok he's still gonna be sitting there 👍👍#a funnyman..... i curse him in my pan but root for him in my biscuit 🫶
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If you’re taking requests, I’d love to see something with domestic!Hotch, pure fluff and love.
hi thank you for your request!! hope this is OK!! fem!reader
"Alright," you say, hands in front of you, poised, "okay, I can do it."
"You can't. You won't be able to, and I'll have to take you to the ER with a broken neck," Aaron says, though he doesn't seem alarmed at all, sitting on the leather armchair of your apartment with a mug of hot chocolate in hand.
"I can do it! Don't be defeatist. You always tell me that I can do anything."
"You can do anything," he agrees, "and that includes breaking your neck."
"It's just a handstand. I know you're jealous because you can't do one, but there's no need to put me down. I expected more from you Hotchner, I really did."
He hums as if to say, Well, what can you do? and takes a sip of his drink. You're thrilled he's home, jubilant that he's relaxed, and yeah, you're so happy you've decided to show off a little. You got to talking about being younger and getting old, how the lost mobility starts and never ends. You're not as old as Aaron is but you're not so young, either.
"I can't actually remember the last time I did a handstand," you admit.
"I'm sure it's like riding a bike."
"Very funny. Okay, I'm really going to do it, handsome." You start to move forward toward the wall, but stop at a sputter, turning your head over your shoulder to ask, "Would you take care of me, if I hurt myself?"
"I'd be very annoyed."
"But you'd look after me? Shower me and stuff?"
Aaron puts down his mug, smiling at you lovingly. "What sort of question is that? Of course I would. Now do your handstand, honey."
"Are you kidding?" you ask.
He looks nice in his pyjamas, new and ironed and the best you could find for him at the grocery store, knowing he'd be coming over and knowing he wouldn't bring anything comfortable with him to change into. You couldn't abide by another night of leaning on him in his slacks and button up shirt while you're in an old college t-shirt and sweatpants. It feels so disproportionate. Better now to get to sit with him in vaguely matching pyjamas, his trousers blue with white stripes, yours white with blue flowers. Better still to perform gymnastics in them and discuss how he'd nurse you back to health in the case of a concussion.
"What's the worst that could happen?" he asks.
"I break my neck?" you ask, incredulous.
He raises his eyebrows.
You wave your hand at him and he laughs, pleased to have set a successful trap. You're too nervous to run into the handstand, but walking feels like less than ideal momentum.
"Don't look," you say eventually.
"I'd like to look."
"Don't look, Aaron. I can feel you looking."
"I actually think you might be able to do it," he says. He sounds carefree, for once. He never sounds this relaxed over the phone, and it takes him a few hours to wind down after work every night, but on the weekends when it's you and him alone, Aaron laughs. He makes stupid jokes, he kisses behind your ears, he lets himself indulge in snacks and TV. And he encourages your bad decisions. "Take it slow, you don't have to impress anyone. Besides me."
"You think you're very funny," you murmur.
You finally give in. You bend at the waist and shift your weight onto your hands, and you collapse into a sideways ball before you have the chance to impress. "Woah!" you shout, your arm slapping into your face and your knee burning from carpet friction.
Aaron starts laughing like crazy, like —you've never heard him make that sound before. You're startled enough by his boyish giggling to forget your embarrassing defeat for a moment, until he slides his hands under your arms to pull you into a sitting position, crooning, "Oh, my girl, that was really pathetic. I can't believe you knew how to do a handstand in the first place if that's what you're working with now."
"Aaron, what the fuck." Your unhappiness wanes as he kisses you, the curve of his smile cutting your frown. "Pathetic was a bit strong," you mumble into his lips, hand in his t-shirt and pulling him down for another kiss.
"How have you managed to get me on the floor again?" he asks on his knees, hand to your face, thumb glancing off of the highest point of your cheek affectionately.
"Don't know. Reckon I can do a rolypoly?"
"Not if it's anything like your handstand."
Aaron rubs your arms and stands up, tugging at your hands to encourage you to do the same. You do, but as you stand, you notice something.
"You won't believe this, handsome," you say, bending down.
He grabs your waist. "You're not trying again."
"I'm not!" You stand, holding out the palm of your hand. "Look, it's our missing puzzle piece."
Aaron frowns at your jigsaw piece, a cream colour that blended in with the floor. "That's not good."
"Why not?" you ask. You and Aaron spent hours sitting around the coffee table doing that jigsaw together, and you'd both been genuinely disappointed to find it incomplete.
He closes his hand over yours and pulls you in for a soft kiss. "I wrote them a very angry email," he confesses. "It was… unlike me."
"You didn't."
"I did," he says, nodding into another kiss, your twin laughter smothered by the other's gentle touch, "I really, really did."
"You'll have to say sorry."
"Return the new puzzle, too."
"Or… we could never tell anyone."
Aaron laughs warmly and wraps his arms around your shoulders, a big hand cradling the back of your head. "Good idea."
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bless u for the comprehensive answer to my last question, it is much appreciated! And sincere apologies for coming off as defeatist - you're absolutely right that, at the end of the day, the most important thing is working as hard as we can to make sure trump loses the general election. What this really clarifies for me is that my focus should be on the elections, and that I should file the judicial process under "interesting, could be useful, but will never be a silver bullet". Thank you again!
You're welcome, and I think it's most useful to think of it like this: we need to do our job (defeating Trump in 2024) so Jack Smith's job (indicting the fucker up the wazoo) will stick. We hear endless punditry and hand-wringing about how Trump will just cancel the charges if he wins, and that's often presented as some kind of terrible foregone conclusion that we will only avert by dumb luck, if we do at all. And yet, for some funny reason, we never hear about the flip side: i.e. if Trump loses, he's fucked. He will have no more reason to delay, no last-minute Hail Mary play, nothing to stop him from standing trial, being convicted, and going to jail, and that's exactly why he and the rest of the fascist criminals are throwing everything at the election. It is his last shot.
Honestly, I don't want people complacently thinking that the indictments will do the work for them and get rid of Trump -- because they will, but only if we do our job first and pound that motherfucker into the ground in 2024. I don't want anything to take away from the importance of doing everything we can to help Biden win in 2024 -- voting, volunteering, donating, talking to friends and family, you name it. We NEED to do that work so that Trump is out of miraculous golden parachutes and is left to face the consequences. And if he does (again, please God) lose, at least this time he is not the sitting American president and does not have the full resources of the federal government to attempt a coup. In that sense, if you want to see Trump properly, completely brought to justice, it's so easy:
Support the indictments
Vote for Biden in 2024
Do everything to make sure Trump loses
The end.
It's really that easy. Because as noted, if we do our part and Trump loses the election, he is fucked. That's really all there is to it.
We are in uncharted territory here because the founding fathers were eighteenth-century Enlightenment rationalists, and while they obviously did not trust a king and built in all kinds of checks and balances to prevent the president from BEING a king, they also imagined that whoever held the job would at least make a good-faith effort to follow the rules. Besides, the best-designed political system in the world would still be vulnerable to someone like Trump, who gleefully and sociopathically wrecks all norms and precedents however he pleases. That's why there isn't technically a law on the books preventing someone in prison from running for president, because the founding fathers were operating under the idea that people in American government would at least try, however badly, to perform the functions of American government. Trump doesn't. He doesn't give a shit about that. He's willing to take the whole country down in flames if it saves him personally from consequences, and while our institutional guardrails (barely) held last time, they've already said that a second Trump term would involve wrecking all of those, because he is a tinpot narcissistic psychopath dictator wannabe. And yes, it's terrifying, and yes, too many people didn't learn from 2016, and all the rest, but still:
If you want to see the fucker go to jail and reap the consequences of his actions, make sure he loses the 2024 election. That's what you need to focus on. Do that, and the rest of it will come after. So yeah.
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I'm so into art because it was literally the only thing I didnt feel like a failure at in some of the lowest points of my life, and that was only possible because there are no goal posts in art. so it gets under my skin when people invent reasons to feel like theyre failing at art-- I'm not necessarily mad AT people unless theyre being really defeatist, it's just like. she (art) would not fucking say that she loves you . stop lying........
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“Shut the fuck up,” Izuku says, ignoring Neito choke at him swearing. “Neito doesn’t have to take shit from some defeatist pessimist who’s judgment All Might doesn’t even trust anymore.”
Nighteye gapes at him, clearly not expecting him to say that.
Izuku then decides to take advantage of something he never does.
He suspects it says a lot about him he never did while at Aldera.
“My mother is Midoriya Inko, one of the senior partners at Akimichi, Nara, and Yamanaka. My father is Midoriya Hisashi, CEO and owner of the Dumas Corporation. If you do not stop being a dick to me and Neito, I am going to get both involved.”
Nighteye blanches, and it strikes Izuku then that there’s a good chance for all the research the man had probably done on him, the actual threat of his parents, the reality of dealing with them, is probably very different then the abstract idea of them on a piece of paper.
“You are going to teach us about investigative work and how it relates to heroics,” Neito says. “And you are going to knock this shit off. Because I also have no issue with getting my father involved.” Neito smirks, and there’s a very mocking undertone to it. “You know, Alec Sarte of the European Heroics Centre, whose name is very, very much on my files?”
By the way Nighteye further blanches, Izuku suspects he hadn’t been aware of that fact about Neito. Most he’d…actually Izuku isn’t entirely sure why the man would offer Neito a spot now if he didn’t do a proper background check, something that would immediately reveal that. Was he thinking that if he offered Neito the spot it would increase the likelihood he’d take it?
…Probably.
“So you are going to knock your shit off, and actually teach without having a fucked up, manipulative ulterior motive, or else.”
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Round 1 of preliminaries, group 6
The first two places get a place on the bracket
Little reminder: there will be 2 more rounds of preliminaries, the losing blorbos of this poll still have 2 chances of getting in the official bracket
propaganda under the cut
Jesper Fahey (Six of Crows)
No Propaganda
Crowley (Good Omens)
"He's gender. He's been in love with one guy for literally 6000 years and then royally fucks up his entire confession. He yells at his plants. He drapes himself over every fucking surface he sits on. He walks like *that*. He just fuckin makes sounds sometimes. He's me fr."
Dave Strider (Homestuck)
"everything that can be said about Dave's relatability will probably sound redundant, clichéd, or overdone if you are at all familiar with tumblrs sort of blorbo culture. this is exactly why he should be in this tournament.
stop me if you think that you've heard this one before: he hides his genuine emotions behind a persona, deflects sincerity with jokes, but also has a deep desire for validation and connection, so that his persona has many cracks where little bits of his true self slip through. deeply insecure, compares himself to others. a defeatist streak, avoids responsibility. does not wish to be troubled by The Horrors. he just wants to hang out and do his lil creative hobbies (making music and drawing comics). talks a lot to the point of being pretty awkward, rambling, and accidentally saying stuff he shouldnt.
all these things I think tend to resonate deeply with a lot of people, especially on Tumblr - that "person who is insecure and struggles with emotional openness so copes by making jokes" sort of trope, it's just like kin bait (affectionate). he also has a complicated relationship with gender which I know many find relatable (shout out to the "Dave homestuck was my trans awakening" homies) but whether it's about figuring out gender or sexuality or trauma or the apocalypse or anything else, Dave comes at it with an initial, learned, fear and reluctance that I think a lot of people have experienced, because it's very human and very much a part of many readers experiences (we live in a society). but he's always good, and likeable and that makes for a very important sort of relatable character. very comforting. even if he's a mess and he's an idiot you can believe he can get to something better, and you can watch him develop and grow.
also, I think he's extremely relatable because he never really knows what's going on in the comic either. I mean, that's gonna be relatable to most people Vis a vis homestuck. he's confused and he just wants to vibe and make his friends laugh. WHO AMONG US cannot relate?? I do not believe you if you say no.
I wrote too much and got way too weird about it. I'm sorry it's late I'd edit down but I really don't have the brain capacity.. which is very Dave core of me actually"
Junior (Total Drama Presents: The Ridonculous Race)
"i relate to him a lot because his whole character is being embarrassed of his dad who tries too hard to be cool, but still loves him anyways. that is literally me"
Kim Dokja (Omnicient Reader's Viewpoint)
"kim dokja. oh kim dokja. so, without going into spoilers too much, kim dokja is very much a character you are expected to relate to and it makes the novel DEVASTATING. here's just a few things about him:
- he is obsessed with a particular piece of media, and finds comfort in it when real life doesn't give him any. he's constantly thinking about it and defending it and trying to recommend it to other people (even though no one else bothers reading it, because it is an objectively bad 3000-chapter webnovel). even beyond that one novel, he's been using fiction as an escape for just about his entire life, something that rings true for a lot of people, especially in the modern world.
- he struggles with socializing with other people. the first chapter alone gave me so much second hand embarrassment. it's so real but god it's So bad. he has zero friends and has that sort of loneliness where you're miserable but you can't really bring yourself to feel anything but resigned to it. in general he is just very Resigned to his unfortunate life and can't fully understand or accept it when it finally does get better
- he has a complicated relationship with his mother. it's the kind of relationship where the parent genuinely does love their child, but they fail to give them what they need & have to accept that they hurt their kid and that they cannot be the most important person in their life. it's certainly not a universal experience but those sorts of parent-child relationships are woefully common but scarcely acknowledged
-the insecurity. god there is so much insecurity in that man. it's hard to even completely tell it's there at first, because it's so ingrained in how he thinks that you don't question it until you know more about his character and suddenly it's all too apparent. he cannot believe that he can be loved (or, if that he can be, that they certainly would not be able to love all of him, only what he chooses to show them), and is selfless but like. the literal meaning of the word, where he will throw away all of his being for the people he loves. in general there is a lot of sacrifice as a love language which like. while i'm not off around throwing myself in front of magic death beams for people or anything i sure would give up everything i could if it meant helping the people i love
- ok enough of that. here's some funny things i can relate to. the guy meets his favorite fictional blorbo and instead of worshipping him instead he bullies him constantly and internally complains about how unbearable he is both in the book and in real life. it's like a "i love my blorbo. i would not last 2 seconds in a room with him." You know. he gets so caught up in his fanon characterizations and biases about characters that he completely mischaracterizes them like constantly. he literally kills a guy half because he was his least favorite character.
-this is a poll about blorbo relatability. therefore i must mention that kim dokja too related to his blorbo (or at least attempted to) and what is more relatable than that.
anyways. kdj made me realize far too much about myself and is by far the most i have ever related to a character (and i Hate it). and tumblr would definitely relate to him too so :thumbs-up:"
"(SPOILERS) He is literally all of us. Reader. Just some guy. And then insane tragic backstory. But he’s also just some guy. He’s special and also just a guy. He’s also god. He can be shipped w anyone. He has versatility and interests and motivations. He also never tells anyone anything ever. He is so me."
"He reads a trashy, long-ass novel as a coping mechanism and doesn't think he's capable of being loved. Bro dissociates when he's emoting too much."
"I'm a homestuck fan, a Dave Strider fan even
Never heard of Omnicient Reader's before
Voted for the kim fellow because judging by the propaganda it looks like he himself would be a homestuck reader therefore making him more relatable than the homsetuck character himself"
"This guy’s been my companion since I was 11, I’ve grown up with Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint and I think that’s pretty funny since he grew up with Ways of Survival (the 3149 chapter novel) and therefore I’m straight up mirroring him. I, too, scare everyone off by being too enthusiastic whenever the webnovel is brought up!
His insecurities are severe but I do see myself in some parts of him (which is worrying but whatever.) He is absolutely The Guy Ever. Utterly pathetic wet cat of a man. I love him. He represents the crazy fandom tumblrina in all of us."
Donutella (Tokidoki)
"she's made of donuts basically like me at this point"
#tumblr tournament#tumblr polls#character bracket#character tournament#preliminaries#jesper fahey#six of crows#crowley#good omens#dave strider#homestuck#junior total drama#total drama#the ridonculous race#kim dokja#omniscient reader's viewpoint#donutella#tokidoki
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When Somebody Loved Me (Toy Story ll)
So the years went by I stayed the same/But she began to drift away/I was left alone/Still I waited for the day/When she’d say, “I will always love you.”
"Losing someone you love and knowing they won’t love you like they used to even if you still love them."
Famous Last Words (My Chemical Romance)
Cause I see you lying next to me/With words I thought I'd never speak/Awake and unafraid/Asleep or dead
I am not afraid to keep on living/I am not afraid to walk this world alone/Honey, if you stay, I'll be forgiven/Nothing you can say can stop me going home
"Living as yourself is fucking hard! Coming to terms with love and grief and pain all at once! And if you fuck up enough you DO die. There's no second chances, and it's hard to believe even if you're living it!"
"To me this song is like. “Man. Life is fucking difficult and there’s so many things being demanded of me but fuck it we ball I’m gonna keep going even if I have to go at it alone sometimes, even if people I love have to leave my life eventually, through death or something else. Keep living.” And that fucking got me when I first entered a really low point in life. And it still gets me, especially now. It’s a song that will always be there for me and many others. Fucks my shit up but puts it back together too."
"Without context: this is an insanely beautiful and powerful song that calls for the listener to keep going even when they’re alone and incomplete. Unlike a lot of songs off the album, it doesn’t have nihilist or defeatist undertones; it’s a direct call to keep moving, to feel everything and know you’ll be okay if you just keep MOVING. With context: the band recorded this album in a famous haunted mansion whose dreary atmosphere wreaked havoc on their already very stressed psyches. Mikey Way, the bassist and younger brother of the singer, suffered a mental breakdown so severe he had to temporarily leave the band and the mansion. Before that, he would sneak into his brother’s room at night and sleep on the floor to feel safe. The band wrote this song for him while he was away. It directly references the nights spent on his brother’s floor, the conversations they had, and the long-standing fear that the singer has of losing Mikey (a fear so strong it’s present through all four albums major as a significant theme.) Mikey himself later said that when the band played the song for him, he immediately felt better about the album than he had in months, and was able to record it with them soon after. When you know why the song calls you to keep walking this world alone, to not be afraid to keep on living, to forgive - what was already a powerful anthem can move someone to tears easily."
Famous Last Words submitted by @demimonde-semigoddess + others
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Okay, but the funniest thing about the fandom going “Aziraphale couldn't have done this canonical mistake he has been doing since the beginning, it must be a trick!” it's that is really just evolving to the same mindset Aziraphale has in canon.
“Aziraphale couldn't have decided this alone, he was brainwashed by the Metatron!” Aziraphale justifying not truly deciding at the end of Season 1 with 'I don't think my side will like that'.
“Aziraphale has a Secret Plan™ to stop the apocalypse!” Aziraphale believing himself a detective solving things in Season 2 and actually solving... Eh, nothing.
“Aziraphale can't do wrong or be selfish about his motivations! He is doing all of this for Earth!” the Resurrectionists episode literally exists to prove this wrong. Aziraphale totally can be selfish and wrong and his own pigheadedness about what's good and evil resulted in the death of a young woman. Also, this sounds so close to 'Aziraphale can't be wrong because he is an angel' which honestly just goes against the premise of the whole fucking show and I can't even, why...
“Crowley is too defeatist about Aziraphale not being able to fix Heaven! He will prove him wrong and save the little angels! Crowley should have gone with him to stop the Apocalypse from inside!” Basically this is the whole of Aziraphale's mindset in the Final Fifteen, he thinks Crowley is wrong about Heaven and that he can fix it. The thing is, he is a character inside the story. The audience should know that Heaven is completely rotten but apparently because Aziraphale can't be wrong then how the rotten white hell it's fixable... Somehow. Fuck Crowley's boundaries, I guess, lol.
Also, this fandom has the idea that because someone points out that Aziraphale did something selfish then it means you are saying he is evil. Like I'm sorry, if you only like characters that have never ever done something selfish then your list of faves must be so short. I'm not surprised you like six good character, I am surprised you like any.
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hey, i'm a transgender person who came across your blog while looking through some tags. i don't necessarily agree with much of your views (i'm very much not a gender critical), but your posts have given me a new perspective on detransitioners. i didn't hold any animosity towards them before (or much of an opinion at all really), but my understanding of them didn't have much depth. i just wanted to say that i feel a great amount of empathy for you. transitioning might have not been the answer for you, but i hope someday your dysphoria dissipates and you're able to find peace. you aren't a freak for pursuing a path that didn't end up being right for you, you simply tried to alleviate your dysphoria in the only way you knew how to. i'm sorry it didn't work out. and i'm sorry so many of my peers treat detransitioners with vitriol when we really should be extending our support to them.
i apologize if this came off as me pitying your situation. i'm not good at conveying words through text, but i just want you to know that my sentiments are genuine. i'm sure this is kind of a weird thing to get in your inbox (probably even weirder coming from a transgender person, sorry). i suppose we're at odds with each other, but i hope you are able to find happiness and someone who will love you for you.
Thank you so much for this message, sweet. One of the driving forces in my decision to publish my mostly unfiltered turmoil in relation to my dysphoria (beyond the fact that I just need a place where I can drop it and forget about it) was/is the wish for people to gain this very perspective through my blog. I find that a not-insignificant portion of the gender-critical community consists of people who (self-admittedly) do not actually experience long-term dysphoria to the degree that I and many other transgender people experience (meaning they're just parroting talking points without a personal, in-depth understanding of what it is actually like to hate yourself and your body to such a degree and be so fucking desperate to just make it stop), while the wider detransitioned community (contrary to somewhat popular belief) do not actually criticize gender identity as a concept, and in fact, often continue to find comfort in upholding it post-detransition. I also find that the ways in which dysphoria is approached and talked about in both communities can be a bit... shall I say... missing-the-forest-for-the-trees in that there is so much emphasis on "curing" dysphoria (whether through the means of transition, therapy, or simply "growing out of" it) riddled into the ideologies that when they come across someone like me—someone who has continued to have severe, persistent dysphoria through transition, detransition, and pretty much everything under the sun—they, very often, have no idea what to do or say because I exist outside of the plane of generalizations they have based their beliefs off of. I believe, if you want to have an honest conversation about mental health, you have to acknowledge that you can do everything "right" and still suffer—I am living, breathing, walking proof of that shitty fact. I choose to be pragmatic about it, to show that both "solutions" to this internal nemesis have caused me pain in different ways, because I think it's way too easy for people—including myself—to forget that real people's stories are often much more nuanced and complicated than mere theories would have you assume. Maybe that's cliché, dramatic, pessimistic or self-defeatist of me. But it's messages like yours that show my decision has made the intended impact.
You have nothing to apologize for. I don't read your message as your pitying my situation (and even if I did, I'd totally understand, considering the content of some of my posts lmao). I'm so glad to know that you have found some value in what I have shared here, even more so that you read through my blog and came to a place of compassion instead of defense. I'd go out on a whim and say we're not so at odds with each other, seeing as how I do still live my offline life as a transgender person currently, although I understand how many would disagree with me on that considering my perspective. Especially in this past year, it can be very hard for me to not look at this clusterfuck of an issue and want to throw back all of the anger and hatred that the trans community has shown me in the past, I'll honestly admit that—but through it all, I try to hold out hope that we will move past this weird timeline of extremism (on both sides) and we will all be able to come to a place of mutual understanding that will benefit all dysphoric people who precede us.
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Touched CH6 Preview (a happy one)
He and Robin eat, they talk, they endure her Mom bringing Steve fresh squeezed orange juice when she oh so casually says she thinks of him as a son in law.
‘Mom!’ Robin warns, but she loves her Mother, she’d never be mean. ‘Stop it, Steve and I are best friends, that’s all! You gotta stop.’
Steve takes the juice, savours the taste.
Nora Buckley is unrepentant. ‘You’re a lovely boy, Steve, you deserve juice.’
‘Hey, I deserve juice too, y’know? First and only born here, could use some vitamin C!’
‘Robbie, whenever I make you juice, you complain it’s pulpy.’
Robin shudders. ‘Ugh, I forgot. I’m good. No juice for me, but please stop trying to get me and Steve hitched already, it’s not gonna happen.’
Nora’s smile dims a little. ‘Well, it might.’
Robin and Steve glance at one another and away quickly, Robin sighing heavily. ‘Yeah, I guess you never know, come on now, Mom, out please.’
Her Mom brightens a little after that and leaves pretending to grumble, but Robin is sad when she returns to the bed after locking her Mom out which is, Steve has learnt, standard practise in the Buckley house. Robin never grew up being afraid of her parents.
‘I hate how much it’ll break her heart when I tell her.’
Steve reaches for her hand, takes it gently in his own and she sighs, flops down so her head is in his lap.
‘She’ll still love you,’ he says, drinks more of the juice and god damn, but that’s good. ‘She’s a great Mom.’
Robin looks up at him, morose and frowny. ‘Will you marry me?’
‘No, babe, sorry.’
‘There’s a lot of juice in it for you.’
‘Even so, I must regretfully decline. You don’t need me, anyway. They’re gonna love you no matter what.’
She sulks, cuddling his knee. ‘Not like there’s any point telling them anyway,’ she mutters.
Steve strokes her hair. ‘What does that mean?’
‘I mean there’s no point. None. No girls in this town are queer. I’m the only one.’
‘That’s kinda defeatist.’
‘Steve, look around. It’s Hawkins.’
He sips more juice, likes the bits. ‘Hello?’
‘OK, but when have you ever seen a queer girl in the wild?’
‘That sounds like a cheap porno and when the hell have you ever seen a queer guy in the wild? It being a small town just means everyone is quiet and…’ He gestures with the glass. ‘Repressed.’
‘There aren’t even any gay clubs here.’
‘We could go to the city.’
‘But then it’ll just be like… a hookup! I can’t tell my Mom I’m a lesbian for a hookup!’
‘Babe,’ he says seriously. ‘There are queer girls here in Hawkins, OK? I guaran-fucking-tee it.’
‘What if I never meet one?’
‘You will.’
‘When?’
‘OK, seriously, you wanna do this? Because we’ll do this.’
She rolls onto her back. ‘I wanna do it. I wanna find someone. I want to kiss somebody. I want somebody to kiss me like Eddie kissed you in the hall.’
‘Were you—?’
‘I had to pee and you were right there, not my fault.’
He chuckles fondly. ‘Perv.’
‘Oh sure, I’m the pervert, not Eddie pushing you through my Mom’s wallpaper, huh?’
‘That was pretty tame.’
‘See?’ She wrinkles her nose. ‘I want that. But with a pretty girl.’
‘All right, you asked for it, we’re officially on a mission, starting right now.’
Robin beams. ‘Really?’
He strokes her hair some more, finishes his juice.
‘Absolutely. I’ve got a real instinct for these things too, OK? So you can trust me.’
‘You mean like when you didn’t think Eddie liked you back and you also didn’t realise you could be queer because you liked girls too?’
‘Uh, excuse me, do you want my help or not?’
‘I want your help, but like, maybe Eddie’s too.’
#touched#stobin soulmates#there are happier scenes but they're all spoiler heavy#onionchiver#azriel fanfic
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Honestly, I could not give less of a shit about stuff being delayed for these strikes. I mean, I can always just watch older stuff. I mean, there’s a veritable mountain of old movies, anime, & tv shows I’ve been meaning to watch. Now’s the perfect time.
Anonymous asked:
Alright, we have the actors and writers on strike. Now I just need the animators, vfx, and voice actors for a bingo.
Jokes aside, I wouldn't mind more mistreated and underpaid workers in the entertainment industries (from films to music to games) to go on strike. At the end of the day, I have plenty of old media I can rewatch.
These bring up a very good point for all of the people saying that those striking should just 'give up' so the media flow can resume.
There is a veritable surplus of media you can engage with. Hell, most of what's being released in the Summer fiscal quarter was being filmed/developed/finalized 2-3 years ago; that's how much there is.
So the whole 'but I need this content to get through my daily life' reeks more of 'Oh, but I don't want to lift the remote or read through recommendations'.
Also, anyone who is out here going 'Well, the studios are going to win anyway. They can afford to make content for seven more months while writers and actors go broke'
One - Let me reiterate what I said near the beginning of the current strikes: "This is why other countries laugh at Americans talking about protests" The defeatist attitude bullshit doesn't help anyone and it just shows that your palate for activism only goes as far as your personal convenience.
How did that one tweet go? "You guys want to talk about people's rights but you won't even stop going to Chik-Fil-A because the chicken sandwiches slap"?
Two: That fucking RedLetterMedia clip keeps becoming more and more relevant every passing month and for all the wrong reasons.
youtube
And this goes for all factions of industry right now. Too many people are more than okay fucking over the people who make their lives livable as long as they never have to think about those people being able to live like human beings.
#this isn't a case of 'no ethical consumption under capitalism lol'#this is 'if you work to keep capitalism and industry functioning you should be able to SURVIVE within capitalism and industry'#wga strike#sag-aftra strike
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fuck you. just. fuck this. i won't be posting shit anymore until further notice or whatever. let's see what happens an what we're gonna do. i dunno fuck it.
you won't keep getting away with stealing people's work. we can't let them get away with stealing our fucking work.
until then. use Glaze and Nightshade to ptotect your artwork and images. Glaze creates a protective layer on the image and prevents the A.I. from copying it. Nightshade fucking poisons the software.
best combination is using Nightshade then Glaze on the image.
here's a link to Glaze
here's a link to Nightshade
i am sorry i don't know any ways for protecting writing. only images. if you see this and know of any way or if there is a way drop it here please.
and yes i did actually read the news
(here is an article that's real good in my opinion)
an i know the deal is not finalized an they "have an option to opt out" an are "all about options" an blah blah blah blaaah i don't give a damn. these corporate thieves' words mean nothing to me. i have been kidding myself this whole time about tumblr an just waiting for the inevitable. well here it is. this was my corner of the internet as i'm sure it was for so many of us,but fuck it. fuck. it. i guess my drawing an shit won't have anyone seein it.
yes you can say this is a moment reaction from me but it is not an overreaction. this is getting worse and worse and the state of the world keeps getting worse and worse and worse and on top of that the conditions in which we can create and express ourselves are getting soo much worse and so much harder. but it is not over.
please excuse my bleak tone an my ranting an my language i hate to vent an i hate to curse online an so out in the open but i had to let this out for a moment. but i am NOT being defeatist. i am NOT giving up. we can not give up we can not stop fighting to protect our rights. we can not we will not.
i will only take this brief moment in the form of this post but i am NOT putting my head down.
we have voices. they will not be silenced. we will not be replaced.
Greed and the absence of morals will not win over the true human spirit and creativity.
ID/image description: a screenshot of several headlines about tumblr's owner striking deals with A.I. companies to sell user data to them to train their A.I. on the stolen works of the platform's users. end description.
#no to ai art#no to ai generated art#no to ai generated images#no to ai#anti ai#tumblr#art news#artists on tumblr#art#writing#fanfic#fan fic#fan fiction
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Having TME trans people pretend to believe TMA people have some sort of male privilege or male socialization is like double triple insulting because like y'all know how extremely disabling it is just to live with dysphoria. To constantly have like 60% of your brain constantly questioning and policing your gender expression, failing to navigate like half of all social interactions because they're too gendered to come naturally when you're pretending to be the wrong gender - to have that brain fog and debilitating defeatist depression and all consuming anxiety which leaves you left with only like a tenth of a percent of your normal operating brain RAM. All the resources your brain devotes towards being concerned about queer liberation, about being too open about queer liberation so as to inspire suspicion among untrustworthy people, the constant meditation on "what if I managed to navigate this path towards escaping this environment and and finding tons of money finally transiting."
And then how all that just keeps living in you, persisting long past the beginning of transition, especially before you start passing as your correct gender, provided that you manage to.
Like even ignoring the escalated scale, consequence and deprivation associated with transmisogyny as opposed to TME transphobia, it should be instantly evident to all trans people that the closet is not a privilege to any trans people. It's gross that people try to pretend otherwise, they must fucking know on some level that either they're lying, or they just don't truly believe trans people are our genders, or at least don't believe that of trans women. It hurts, it's cruel.
Stop denying the closet to transfems, we were never men, we were only forced to pretend we were so. There is no fucking privilege in being a little girl who's forced to get in a locker room and change clothes with boys and men. It is violence to disown us of the triumph over patriarchy it requires to merely live as a trans woman, attributing any amount of comfort we manage to wring out of the world to the very patriarchy which wants us dead. It's illogic. It's simply fucking evil. It's violent.
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My essay of the silent protagonist.
For the longest time, silent protagonists as an archetype we’re my most despised kind of characters. The main reasons are that I consume games as a form of art, specifically in the story telling kind and so I want well rounded or at the very least likeable characters who are distinct from each other and because of the nature of the silent protagonists as a vessel for the player to project themselves onto, they inherently made the immersion of a story weaker as we can all agree that a stone faced empty shell for a main character is not exactly Shakespeare.
And I am not exactly immersed by being a character with no personality beyond “hero” especially one that doesn’t talk as I Infact have the ability to speak aswell as have a much more human sense of morality where heroic attributes are not all present always and like everyone am capable of bastardry
It didn’t help that famous examples of the archetype such as link from the Zelda series or crono of chrono trigger are all heroic badass chick magnets.
I used to find it very patronising that a game dev would portray the player in such a way and to an extent I still do, I may enjoy escapism as much as the next guy but not enough to enjoy such a masturbatory fantasy where you get to play a flawless character with legendary status.
Perhaps I was just not enjoying the escapism or perhaps I wanted a story that had its main character a fleshed out character or at the very least be an archetype that fucking talks!
Or maybe I just didn’t get the point of a silent protagonist…
When playing through the half life games, I finally began to understand why the silent protagonist works especially when playing through half life 2.
The main character you play as was Gordon freeman who was a theoretical physicist of an Area 51 like science facility called black mesa, and in the second game he finds himself stuck in a conflict against a fascist inter dimensional alien empire.
Despite being a silent protag however I grew to love dr freeman and I considered him my favourite character in the half life series(despite him not having a personality at all)
The silent protagonist finally made sense to me when I stopped trying to project myself into gordon freeman and instead began to mold him in my head of what I imagined gordon freeman to be like as a person.
Because of the style of gameplay in half life 2 I kept feeling tired throughout much of my time playing which made me realise and wonder if “is this what Gordon is feeling?” Having to constantly be on the run fighting aliens and combine soldiers without any rest? This tiredness I felt from playing through half life ended up creating an image of Gordon freeman who was a tired and cynical man with a defeatist attitude who thinks his struggle is worthless and yet still chooses to move on because taking the cowards way out to lay down and rot wasn’t something gordon wanted.
The fact that gameplay alone built this idea of gordon in my head astonished me and I realised how instead of treating silent protagonists as a shallow form of power fantasy, I could instead immerse myself in the role of the protagonist and simply build that idea of their identity in my head of who they are.
This is all probably elementary level shit to all of you who have already realised this yourselves but this recent revelation has forever changed my views on games and how I have consumed their story telling for so long.
Cave story is my favourite game but because of this misguided idea of silent protagonists I have always held the main character quote with disdain because he was a silent protagonist. For the longest time it was the doctor who was my favourite character because of how he Elicited extreme emotions out of me however now that I finally understood silent protagonists, I looked back on the first time I played cave story and how quote as the silent protagonists made me feel as I experienced the story through his eyes and the kind of character he was in my head.
In my first run I got the bad ending and I remember all the emotions I felt before, feelings of hopelessness and defeat. For many of you who played cave story, your version of quote probably got the normal ending where quote is able to save the day however mine wasn’t, my quote was a hero who failed and the fact that the silent protagonist archetype gave me an intimate feeling of how that felt made me realise how important quote was to me when I first played cave story.
It’s because of this that I now consider quote my favourite fictional character of all time.
Not because he’s an interesting character with an identity but because as a silent protagonist I got to create my own version of the character and have such a personal connection to the game I’m obsessed over.
#paragraph#essay writing#video games#silent protagonist#gaming#storytelling#cave story#half life#doukutsu monogatari#gordon freeman#cave story quote
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Captivating, Corrupting and Controlling 2/2
“Mwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha” my voice echoes.
“Bastard no matter what you can’t beat me
down.”
“Arrogant piece of shit”
“I am a mountain of power”
“Look where that got you in my trap Boy Scout”
“Are you proud Steve?”
“I am a Avenger ”
“Were an Avenger the whole world saw you fall to and leave with me.”
“Do you honestly think they will trust you again?”
“I will escape this trap, I will end you”
“Lofty goals”
“They are facts”
“Why are you smiling then?”
“I — I — I am not”
“Uh huh! Stop being hard then”
“Aaaahhhh fuck”
“Your cock is pumping, your mind is addled and you are open to me”
I love how easily Clark Kent waltzes into the doom undoing the straps as Steve attacks him but he bends his arm and yanks him on up his back.
Moving to the back of the laboratory thrusts into action he is swinging the door open to my private closet undressing Steve he reach out onto a shelf.
He dresses Steve quickly guiding him back to the slate he drops him onto the slap them back off a bit I smirk greatly seeing Steve is so sexy unconscious.
Clark takes task to hand smashing out of the laboratory into the sky to cause more damage to his county and I let my gaze settle in.
My app stops beeping allowing alerts to see he is awakening to a whole new world like he has never seen before he signs so deep in sound.
“Aaahhhh….my head it hurts ooohhhh…fuck” he says a hand on his forehead he falls back.
“You fiend, tell me where are my friends “
“Fiend? What am I criminal now?”
“Your friends as they were are gone”
“I am here for you Steve, always have been and always will be.”
“I know, you think I am liar”
“Go check seriously”
“Bullshit, I am well aware of how evil you are and what you are capable”
“Excuse me! I have made every attempt to
to be nice. Guess what? I am done”
-snap-
“Why couldn’t you work with me?”
“We could have a life long understanding”
“Instead you fought me”
“I’ll give you what you want then and here it is activate Endgame”
“What? Why am I here?”
“Is this heaven or hell?”
“Did he kill me?”
“I underestimated him, disrespected him”
“Oh God! He must hate me”
“I am disgusting so ungrateful”
“What am I doing? Why am I agreeing with
him”
“Such a defeatist”
“He is right”
“They all were using me and manipulating”
“Peggy, Bucky, my family and Them”
“The Avengers”
“I love you Steve”
“He is on my side”
“Join me”
“I must obey “
“You are so right”
“Oh Master Lawrence “
“Hail Blue Haven”
The end
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