#(yes i AM a millenial lmao)

[queenerdloser]

so based on past yearly data, it sounds like some of the schools i applied to will probably start doing responses as early as next week, which means i'm about to become like the most stressed anxious lap dog of a person who has ever existed when it comes to checking my email

[yeyinde]

hoooooo boy. m!mc anon here - your response was extremely interesting and i am a little obsessed with your brain (i’d like to study it, you truly come up with the most delicious ideas)

but i also have to say that out of all of tf 141, that idea for soap was actually so delicious that i had to physically put my phone down for a while. respectfully, that is the hottest thing i’ve probably ever read. even more feral soap?? forcefem?? phew. amen.

thank you for giving me more material to zone out to in the middle of the day (praying hands emoji)

ahhh thanks!!! i started to drag on more about m!Reader and Johnny, but. this happened lmao. so here is some nasty Johnny picking up m!Reader in a bar.

forced!fem. switch Johnny. m!reader is described as being very masculine presenting. but in the flavour of Will Graham's whole aesthetic

All things considered, it's a little clichè.

Older man (—ish, you amend mentally, remembering the birth year on his driver's license when you chanced a peek over his forearm as he rifled through his wallet: 1982—millenial) hits on a younger man in a crowded sports bar. Opens the conversation with haven't seen you around here before, and let's the defined chisel in his jawline do the heavy lifting in place of a personality. Adds a wink to that line, too.

Thighs pressed tight against each other on the stool. Arms brushing. Speaks purposefully when it gets rowdy so he has to lean in close, stubbled jaw grazing your cheek as he mock whispers his lacklustre response to a question you didn't ask. Buys you beer. The expensive kind, too. Laughs when you ask what he's drinking and orders something that makes him seem like he's more of a man than you are.

For a brief period between intermissions—when it gets quieter and he conveniently sneaks off to the washroom—you debate picking up the heavy innuendos he's trying to put down. It could be worse, you think, staring at the only other potential lay you've been entertaining over the last two weeks.

You could be getting mediocre sex from a guy who keeps sending you unasked for pictures of his cock and hole. One you keep dodging by adding an appropriately enthused wow, all this and it's only 10am on a Tuesday to every "yep, that's a dick" image he sends in place of a real conversation.

The sarcasm gifting you yet another unasked for picture of his hand around his cock. Sure is, baby. But—

"be better if ye were 'ere wit' me."

You startle, phone cracking off the edge of the counter. "Shit—"

The person over your shoulder peels away for a moment. "Ah, sorry. Ack—is yer phone alright?"

"Yeah, yeah," you breathe, tapping on the screen. It flicks on. You're graced with another picture of his ballsack. The caption—

"need yer cock s'fuckin' bad—"

You cut him a sharp glance over your shoulder. It's rude. You're a little annoyed at having your travesty of a sex life aired out for every obnoxious wannabe cowboy to overhear, but the irritation is stemmed by the fill of liquid hazel—and flecks of blue, you think; a pretty blue ring around oxidizing copper.

Larimar. Marbled with umber. Framed around glossy white streaked with small rivers of red. Tinged slightly yellow—undoubtedly from the pack of cigarettes you find stuffed into the breast pocket of his red, gingham button down when you tear your eyes away from him. The look too intense. Too much.

Taking stock of everything else about him is just as flustering. The gingham draped loosely over him. Wrinkled sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Collar opened until the last few buttons around his navel. He's wearing a black shirt beneath that glues to his skin, pulling taut around his sternum and collarbones. A gold chain with a thick, heavy cross sits in the valley between, swinging when he rocks back on his heels.

Thick thighs stuffed into jeans that stretch to fit. The bottoms tucked half-heartedly into a pir of black, leather boots.

The shirt shifts when he moves, pulling tight around his broad shoulders as he lifts the last swig of a beer bottle to his lips. Beneath the coarse, black hair that dusts over the pale, peachy skin of his forearms, the back of his hands, his knuckles (Jesus Christ), his muscles flex. Bunching tight under veined flesh.

It makes sense to follow the trail to those sucking lips, but you catch a flash of pale pink, the sweep of a blood-red tongue through the hazy brown of the translucent rim of the bottle and feel your heart lurch in your chest.

You try to swallow but your throat is dry.

He makes a noise as he drinks. A sucking slurp, the plop of his lips unglueing from of the mouth of the bottle. A quiet, groaning ahh whispered under his breath.

It pulls your eyes up, forcing you to fill in the rest of this puzzle, and you know, even before the same dense cropping of hair that covers his arms (hands, fingers) starts to show at the black hem of his Henley that you made a mistake. A grievous one. He's handsome.

Defined jaw. Implish lips. An angular nose. Thick, full brows. The same pale, peachy skin sloping up his neck, chin, cheeks, and forehead before disappear into dark brown, almost black, hair. An untrimmed mohawk. A scar on the side of his head, cutting clean along his temple and stretching back to his ear. The hair around it is sparse. Shaved. The gorge of his scar a dark pink inside. Healed, but—

Raw.

A little like the rest of him. Rougish, in a way. Fractured.

His hair is matted down on top. Toussed along the unblemished, overgrown side, but flat on his crown.

The mystery, however, is solved when he flicks a ballcap onto the table beside you with a crooked quirk of his mouth. All teeth. White, sharp.

The man slips into the stool your date was occupying with a sniff, the smooth ridge of his nose bunching up. Displeasure drapes itself over his expression, a little rumple in his brow. "Screamin' Jesus. Dunno wha's thicker. His cologne or his come-ons."

The barb is unexpected. You try to hide your snort behind a grimace, rubbing the tip of your nose with a rough finger. He catches it, though. The pinch in his brow smoothing out as he grins wide, vicious.

Your heart lunches. Stutters uncomfortably in your chest. "You watchin' me or something?"

He turns in the seat, knee bumping into your thigh. Crowding you easily as he folds over the tabletop, elbow dropping to the table with a muted thud. His cheek slides into his palm, head tilting as he considers your words. The implication.

And then he grins wider. "Or somethin'."

Cocky. You scoff, but it just makes him look more amused.

"Tha' yer type?"

"Hmm?"

He motions to the nearly untouched glass of whiskey in front of him. Then to your phone.

"All talk," he enunciates each word, letting his accent pull taut around the syllables. "An' no action."

"No action? You don't think buying me beer and sending dick pics, begging for a fuck, is no action?"

"Aye—" he reaches for the beer he placed down beside his cap, and takes a generous swallow as you pretend the shift in his throat isn't making you a little light headed. He peels away with a grunt. "Ah do."

"Yeah?" You scoff, bringing the nozzle to your mouth to quench the ache in your throat. The soft preen coiling in your chest. Stupid words like, so what about it, pretty boy? wanna take me home. "What would you do instead?"

"I'd split yer pussy open on my cock in the loo. Let everyone in this bar hear ye moanin' fer me—"

You choke, barely have time to put the bottle down before you're haccking into your fist. He has the decency to pat your back as you wheeze.

"Ain't got a pussy," is what you settle for after a beat, voice hoarse. Wrecked. The way he shudders at the sound is unmistakable. Your neck feels hot. Itchy.

"Oh, sure ye do," he leans in close, warm breath fanning over your cheek. "A nice, tight little pussy fer me to fuck—"

"I'm a man." You feel a little stupid saying it. As if any part of you could be mistaken for slight. For soft. Feminine. You work with your hands. Grew up in the backcountry. Fishing before you could talk. Chewing tobacco before you hit puberty. Your old man made sure to pound that notion into your head before you even know what it meant to be a child. "I don't know what kinda games you're playing, but—"

"ahm no' playin' games," he shrugs, leaning back. It gives the idea of space. Distance. But his hand finds its way your denim-clad thigh, nails skimming the inside seam of your jeans wear the material is softer, worn down from friction. Too high to be appropriate.

You should move. Snap at him to take it off. Growl the words out if you have to do.

(Punch him, maybe. But he looks like the sort who would like that too much, you think. Rough. Dirty. Not afraid to fight back with his teeth if he needs to.

come on, baby, hit me harder—)

Your knee jerks. His grip tightens. "I got a cock. Not a pussy."

He makes a face at that. His full bottom lip juts out, angling to the side in confusion. "Ah ken? Ahm plannin' on ridin' that cock tonight, aye. The one yer little date is so desperate fer—"

"Jesus—" you wheeze, cock thickening in your jeans. Men aren't—

They're not usually so forward with you. It's nudging innuendos. Beer. A whispered wanna get outta here when the bar is about close and no one else is around to see it. You know what you look like. And it's not—

Soft.

"Easy," he taunts, grinning. "Don't choke so soon. 'aven't even go' ma cock out—"

You're not entertaining this. Absolutely not. He's—

Well. You're not sure what he is, but he's not normal. Not right. And you're not that desperate.

(maybe)

But the words die in your throat when his bright eyes glance down at your empty bottle, a frown forming over his pretty, pink lips like you not having anything to drink right away was somehow the most inconvenient thing to him.

"Get ye a drink?"

"Sure," you say, nodding. Then: "thanks."

It's softer. Gritty. The word scrapes over your throat in a way that almost hurts.

You blame it on the beer you drank before. Sloshing around your empty stomach and making you feel wildly off-kilter. Tipsy, maybe. Too drunk. Vulnerable to kindness (however threadbare it might be) when you usually get lewd pictures and beer you didn't ask for.

He flags the bartender down with a flick of his wrist. Keeps his eyes listed toward you as he leans over the counter, whispering something in his ear that you can't hear. Unease knots in your stomach. Cold fingers linking together, pressing frigid knuckles to your soft lining.

You look away when he drops back into his seat, hand finding its way back to your thigh. Gripping tight. Possessive. It curls around you. His warmth, his touch. The smell of him—sweet wheat, lemongrass; something earthy, like the damp, wet scent of mid-autumn; maple leaves stuck to the pavement after a late night rain shower—and you breathe slowly through your nose, both eager for the smell and sick of it. Sweet maple. Tart pumpkin. Your fingers twitch. You fold them into fists, glancing down at the spread of his hand on you.

His knuckles are red. Blotchy. Raw. The skin on his middle finger is cut across the wrinkled folds of his joint. The knick is deep. Almost a circle if not for the way it tears on the side, streaking outward. The outer edges of the crater are white. The inside pink before it turns to a deep red in the middle. Clotting already.

Your tongue feels like lead in your mouth. Unhinging your jaw takes more effort than you can expend, and you pant, a little, when your mouth finally pries apart. The words thicken on your tongue.

What happened—

The bartender comes back, his shadow falling over the counter. You jerk your head up, blinking at him as he places something down in front of you.

Something pink.

You swallow again. "Uh, what's this?"

"Sex on the Beach," the man answers, waving the bartender off. "Pretty drink fer pretty little thing."

"You wanna get punched? Because this is how you get your teeth knocked out—"

"Oh, baby," he purrs, accent rolling over the words in a way that goes straight to your cock. "If that's what yer intae, ah don't mind gettin' a little bloody fer ye. Might make suckin' yer pretty little cock easier."

Little. Your throat aches. Your mouth is dry. The beer is gone, cleaned empty bottles cleaned up by the bartender. Trying to swallow only makes the sting in your throat more prominent and does little to relieve the burn.

In front of you, the pink drink sits mockingly. Beads of condensation drip down the glass.

It's not even the stupid implication of a man drinking a cocktail that keeps you from reaching for it, but the fact that he ordered it for you with that in mind. Pretty drink fer a pretty—

Your throat clicks. Flesh glueing together when you swallow. Peeling away painful when you breathe.

Fuck it, you think. It doesn't mean anything. Not to you. Not at all.

When you reach for it, his head jerks over to you. Staring, unabashedly, as you bring it your lips and take a sip.

He groans. The hand on your thigh tightens. "Good girl."

It heats you up. Buzzes in the back of your head. You should get out of here. Leave. Go home and sink your head into your pillow, squeeze your eyes shut until all these terrifying feelings are snuffed out. Smothered. Tucked back into a box you didn't realise you had—

"Wanna come home wit' me? Let me fuck yer pretty pussy until I cum?"

The swell of anticipation in your chest makes you flinch. "I told you—"

"Ye want it, don't ye?" His hand moves higher up your leg, bleeding warmth through the denim. "Want me to make fuck ye. Make ye cum around ma cock. Bet ye have th' sweetest little cunt—"

"Fuck—" you shiver. His word wrap around your hindbrain, a soft touch that makes you feel hot. Itchy. Your heart pounds. You wonder if he can hear it. "I don't—"

"Gonnae let me taste it. Sit tha' pretty arse on ma face, aren't ye? Ride me until ye cum."

"I can't—" you force the words out of your throat, feeling the scrape against the soft tissue inside until it hurts. "I don't know what you're trying to do, but—"

"ahm tryin' tae take a pretty girl home—" girl. Girl. You shudder, feeling sick. Nauseous. "'ave her spread her pretty legs fer me..." he leans in, lips brushing your warm cheeks. "Let me ride that pretty cock until she cums—"

"Stop it—"

His hand finds your cock, thick in your jeans. Pressing tight against the zipper. "Gonnae fuck me so good, aren't ye? Not gonnae let ye cum unless it's inside me—"

"You're—ah, fuck—" his hand rubs over your bulge, eyes hooded, heavy, as you twitch. A wet spot grows, dark and unmistakable against the cool blue denim. "A—anyone ever tell you that you're kind of a freak?"

"an' yer a messy girl—" another pulse. The patch grows. It shouldn't turn you on. This sort of talk—it's not something you've ever been interested in before. Ever tried. Outside of porn—big, barrel chested men crushing another in their arms, growling about how they're gonna knock them up—it never surfaced. Never reared. "Gonnae let me clean ye up?"

You should say no.

It's on the tip of your tongue. No, leave me alone. Get the fuck off of me. Say that shit to me every again, and I'll—

His hand slides up, fingers curling over your clothed cock in a way that knocks the thoughts from your head, leaving nothing behind but an empty space. An ache. An itch. Something that needs to be filled.

Your phone chimes. Another text. You don't have to look down to know what it is, but his hand slides over, fingers dropping to the sleek, black surface. He pulls it to him with the pads of his index and middle finger. You should stop him. Grab it back. Leave—

"Need yer thick cock inside o'me," he narrates, mouth ticking up in a terrifying smirk. All teeth. A dogtoothed grin. "Now, there's a thought."

He dips his chin, tongue poking out from between his lips as he types something back in response. You can't see what it is from this angle, but the pinch in his brow, the glimmer in his eyes—you're sure this guy, potential candidate; looming mediocre lay, will have you blocked in five minutes. When he glances back, a tendril of something darkly satisfied brimming in the amber of his eyes, you amend it to right now.

You huff. "Shouldn't take things that don't belong to you."

The man stares at you for a moment, the corners of his eyes creasing in that same soot-stained amusement he had when he ruined your chances with the too-pink tip of his tongue hanging out. Satisfied dog. It's unnerving.

You think it scares you.

Or—

It should.

Whatever he finds as he fossicks through the fragments of your shattering composure, it seems to make him purr. His pupils expand. His nostrils flare. He leans in again, and you taste ash on your tongue. "M'ready tae leave."

It's not a question. The with you rings out like a gunshot in the back of your head.

You should say no. It's been on the tip of your tongue this whole time. No. No. Leave me alone. Go away—

But each time you try to pry apart your clenched jaws to say it, the look in his eyes make you think dogs and their bones.

You swallow this rancid thing in the back of your throat down. Make a jerking movement with your shoulder—a shrug, maybe. The twitch of your aching cock gives you away.

"C'mon, wannae fuck tha' little pussy o'yers," he rasps, words a tangled growl in the thick of his throat. Accent eliding. Slurring together. "Or ah'll have tae drag ye back tae the bathroom. Fuck ye in the shall. Make yer pussy cum on ma cock—"

You shiver. It's disgust. It's anger. It's—

His hand peels away from your thigh, reaches for your phone. He leans toward, and shoves it into the back of his pocket.

"what ahm I gonnae do tae ye?"

You know what he asking for. Feel the heat smoulder inside of your veins, burning up your neck. Be a man, you think. Be a man. Tell him to fuck off. Punch him. There's nothing soft about you. Nothing delicate. He's crazy. You're not—

His stare is paralyzing. You feel dread thicken in your stomach.

(dread, you think; your cock jerks. The front of your jeans are damp. The sticky drag of them on your groin calls you a liar.)

"Ahm no' askin' again, hen."

Your jaw unlocks easy this time. Opening with a quivering sigh that makes him groan low under his voice, eyes fixed on you. Drilling holes into your head. Needling his warped desire into your mind.

"You're gonna," your voice shakes. Heat sears your skin. It feels you're going to melt. "You're gonna fuck my—my pussy—"

The noise he makes is sinful. Liquid. Rich. A groan that breaks into a thrilling moan. Your stomach knots. Churns. You'd be sick if you had more to drink.

"C'mon—" he jerks his head toward the door, eyes blazing. "Gonnae ye exactly what ye need."

You go. Stand when he does, chin dropping to your chest in humiliation when your cock jerks at the idea. Sliding your jacket off your shoulders, holding it in your trembling fists as it covers your pelvis. The unmistakable need there for everyone to see.

Fuck yer pussy so good, he growls, ripping his wallet open and shoving a fistful of neat, straight notes on the counter. "Ain't gonnae need anythin' else when ahm done wit' ye. Gonnae be beggin' fer my cock inside ye—"

You should run. And when he steps back, motioning for you to move first, it feels like he's giving you the perfect opportunity to escape. To flee. You want to. You should.

But you don't. Something holds you back. Makes your teeth sink into your tongue. Jaw hinging shut. Snuffing out the words rotting in the back of your throat with a swallow.

You follow him quietly as he paws at you, rutting his cock against your thigh, whispering in your ear about all the terrible things he's doing to do. A better, more sensible man would've run, something holds you back.

The same thing that makes you ignore the reason why you haven't asked about his bloodied knuckles or wondered where your date is.

You know the answer already, don't you?

"Ahm gonnae fuck ye so good, hen. Won't be thinkin' about anyone else when ahm done wit' ye—"

It's what you've been looking for since the beginning.

[painted-bees]

OK, so normally I really don't like bringing up controversial or scary/disturbing topics, but I just came across this thing recently and.... ht tps: //m.yo utub e.com /watch ?v= u0YXBkKQnQA

Yeah ... :(

But, it made me really curious. How would your OCs Rafael and Magritte react to this phenomenon? How would it make them feel, what do they think?

(Of course I'm talking about when they're in the future, since ik their whole story takes place in the 2010s. But they are still Millenials, so Mags & Raf would be in their 30's and 40's respectively by 2023-24)

(And yes I am aware they're from Canada and this problem is mostly in American (from what I've seen))

I'm especially curious how Magritte will view it, since well... she's someone born with a significant condition that makes it hard to focus, sit still, pay attention, or have certain awareness of her surroundings, etc. (all the things the lady mentions in the vid) How would she feel knowing there's now millions of neurotypical children with the same problems but for a different reason?- Because of their overindulgence/obsession in social media/technology. (really do wonder what the neurodivergent GenZ & Millenials think about this phenomenon and how it's gonna affect the Gen Alpha ones)

Also - and I know I'm really reaching with this one but - how do you think they would combat or prevent this issue with their own child? Assuming they ever decide to have one in the future.. 😅

Yeah, sorry for that whole essay of a question. 😅

And you don't have to respond if this is too deep or personal of a topic for you (believe me I really don't wanna think about how this a reality either), but if you do, I really recommend you watching the vid in full.

so, for context, the video talks about how the current generation of kids are preforming at grade levels much lower than their current grade, and are presenting behavioral problems--that are, apparently, a result of phone overuse. [/simplified]

Raf would kinda deliberately avoid putting too much thought into it and wouldn't have much of an opinion aside from "it sounds like a very complicated situation" and "when in doubt, blame the parents [/hj]"

Margie, though, has some strong opinions about North american school structures/cirriculums haha. the children and technology aren't the problem. The world is changing, it will always change. Standardized grade school is a relatively new structure, and it has hardly changed at all since it was first concieved, especially compared to how much the rest of the world/society has changed since then. School systems have not and cannot adapt fast enough to accomodate the rapidly changing job market, technology, advancements in psychological understanding, etc. And, to Margie, the fact that schools apparently can no longer teach kids in an effective manner is proof to her that the public school system is becoming obsolete and needs to change or be replaced with something more suitable for the current era. Because, after all, "anything you learn after 4th grade is kinda useless in real life application anyways, I haven't retained any of it, lmao."

Margie really very dislikes the public school system and considers it an extremely stressful waste of her childhood 😂 she coulda spent all that time...learning and playing music instead of getting yelled at by teachers and parents and made to hate subjects/activities she might have loved if they had just been introduced to her differently.

As for their own kids, they can't have 'em and don't want 'em haha

[just-a-carrot]

Helloooo!!! I was looking for inspo for my own visual novel a little while back, it's set in a ballroom so eventually the keywords lead me to discovering save the last dance (and itch.io in general im a total noob to this lmao) i dont know what it was but it just like took a vice grip around me INSTANTLYY.

So I downloaded the main game today and I am actually silently cursing you because I got nothing done all day I was just like transfixed. The artstyle grew on me alot, and oh godd the character designs... God I love the designs, espcially Genzhou's. There's just so much love (even in every gruesome death scene lol) put into this it's almost difficult not to get obssesed...

Also sidenote I found it kind of encouraging almost to see that you're (self-proclaimed) older, I found that really inspirational lol. There's something that just makes me want to create and actually sit down and learn when I play your games. I guess I've always had this feeling of having all the time in the world but recently I've been feeling almost like it's too late to learn new skills (which is kind if ridicolius since I'm like smack dab in the middle of gen z). Regardless I guess your work made me realize the artistry in visual novels, I could keep going but I tend to ramble lol

ahhhhhhhh this is so sweet!! i got very weepy reading this, especially as i'm already feeling quite soft today as it was a bit of an anxious one... 😭💕

that's fascinating that you found StLD first searching for ballroom stuff!! i am always curious how people first find out about any of my games. i'm happy you enjoyed it, especially enough to go play the main game sob. i'm incredibly touched

and i'm even more touched that you've been enjoying the main game so much 😭💕💕💕 especially all the kind words about the art!! i've grown more confident in my art more recently but especially in the beginning stages of the game i was incredibly self-conscious and worried about it because it was rather odd-looking and didn't match any other typical VN styles. so that's really sweet of you to say. this game certainly has had a lot of love put into it (and blood, sweat, tears, my entire life... etc.). it is very much a big passion project and my eyes were perhaps too big when i got started, but because it dug itself so deep into my psyche and i also made some good decisions like releasing in parts, etc., i've been able to keep working on it until the end despite it taking me like 2.5+ years so far. i'm not even sure i can put into words what this game and chars have done for me and my life and the many journeys and discoveries i've made along the way

dkjfalsdkf yes... i am a millenial, i will say that much. though i don't often feel like one. except for the fact that i often have no idea what people are talking about or referencing and tend to be awkward and confused most of the time LOL this is also why my characters are all older, as well. i sometimes feel a bit strange since i feel much older than many of the others in the VN dev sphere (well, perhaps in age only, not really in mental maturity maybe LKDJAFLKDS). if this can give inspiration to others that are also a bit older though, then i am glad 🤣 i have spent much of my life going from thing to thing and never really knowing exactly what i want to do. case in point my current job has nothing to do with my master's degree. though the one constant has always been creation of some kind, whether it's drawing or writing (and now with games, doing both of those on top of scripting and coding and a bajillion other things lol). i don't think you should ever feel "too old" to do something. or to get started doing something. or to feel like you "haven't done enough" etc. i say this so strongly because i also try to reassure myself sometimes perhaps LOL it's also ok if you don't know what you want to do so you're just trying out different ideas that you're passionate about. so many of us just wanna find something that makes us feel fulfilled and passionate, that makes our hearts ache, that fills us with joy and motivation. so if you can find something that does that for you, no matter how old you are, grab it and don't ever let go lkdajfalskd

at any rate, i'm glad i could also help you discover more about VNs in general. i hope it will be helpful as you work on your own games!!! 💕

[thearchivestudio]

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There was a shift in the art world toward collectives rather than individuals. as an artist, I found it appealing for many reasons, but for this essays sake, I can comment on the ways in which the collective allows one to remain anonymous and divorced from identity. a way for marginalized people, specifically women, queer people, white passing people, to gain entrance into the art world. it did not serve everyone. in terms of collectivization, this movement echoed the intentionality and honesty of other communal organizations.

HYPERPERSONAL

And now - 20 years later, we have swung back to the hyper personal, the ridiculous need to brand yourself. be a "content producer" no, I'm am artist. sell yourself even less symbolically. is this lessening at all? is this shit stopped yet?

I think it might be slowing down?, simply based on changing aesthetics in fashion, dominant fashion models body type, and interior design trends.

anyway - i think it's called fyp ? except it's not personalized everyone's consuming from the Big Social Medias so there no way its truly PERSONALIZED because you yourself did not conciously select what you view.

the big social medias. they inform real journalism. they are immediate. [are they regulated? monitored?] misinformation clarification? via Community Notes - nice.[Who implemented that at Twitter? where did staff go after leaving Twitter en mass?] finally a good feature

Where is all of this going?

Who is creating it?

Who has access to it?

there's already push back from elder millenials. i am pretty much "offline" or "dark" - so then there have got to be many others who are too. and by this I simply mean not on Big Social Media

I am here with my EM siblings to remind you that this is still a good time to be alive. the internet is still good. it still contains aeons of information.

There are Many Benefits to Being a Marine Biologist

and here we are back at Tumblr- deep sea subterranean ecosystem scavangers Who will die if exposed to the harsh light of day

Critically, Tumblr culture is so internally focused, its long standing traditions, collective stories and folklore, etc

and it's precisely because it is chronological, sequential numerical rather than algorithm generated, you personally must follow users and tags. but then nothing ever goes away, your corpse of a post can be reanimated even if you deactivate!

AND YOU CAN DOWNLOAD YOUR OWN DATA

Reddit is the forum of all forums and now has become the preeminent knowledge repositpry that's more accurate than the first 5 hits from an Ask Jeeves search result.

it's gotta be broader.

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WHERE IS OUR KNOWLEDGE?

we are recognizing the importance of information located within reddit, and here on Tumblr, and also understanding in real time the precariousness of Twitter.

disqcus has SO MUCH KNOWLEDGE

does discus own the data? is it shared ownership w author? domain resigtrar? owner?

where else are conversations happening?

not as much on blog posts. Definitely comments sections. maybe forums. wait what is that live stream thing. twitch? and then the forum/chat room thing where people "make servers" ?

the spoken conversations and typed communication during video games

the problem exists in maintaining infrastructure and access to these communities and repositories of information and knowledge. yes it's held privately. private ownership, the owners can dictate whatever they please? the only way to enact change is through education. there's got to be more awareness of how the internet works lmao

I want to know how we can determine what is worth keeping, how to archive it and ensure we have access to it for a long time, despite changes to our power structures, electrical grids, climate crises, and cultural shifts.

[chaotic-iguana]

ok but do these people write a lot of AU stuff and a lot of smut stuff bc if yes then I agree 👀 and I literally have the entire clique blocked lmao

REAL LMFAO

i will neither confirm nor deny (it is 2 am and im too tired to deal with angry millenials) but i need to follow in ur footsteps fr

[pants-magic-pants]

Thank you, truly! I don't mind answering asks at all. Glad that you like what I had to share. My YT is not bountiful nor consistent, but yes, do check it out if you want to see more Hatter or Nosferatu. Yes, I am a classic horror fan. I like my vampires gross and bald. lmao

On that note, transformation and comedy are important elements to me in a cosplay, so RE: if I would ever do a full Kurama cosplay, it's very unlikely. He was a little too serious for me (who is a ginormous ham), and most of the terms for success with him seemed to be just how naturally attractive one was. I felt very self-conscious with my body and looks when doing him, and I saw so many gorgeous Kuramas that I was comparing myself to. Life as a woman is already like that all the time, so I would rather cosplay rescue me from that, which is why I have always done males with heavy makeup / a highly transformational costume.

I have no desire to even know what Disney is up to with its remakes, but yes, Adventures in Wonderland, check it out! Go into it willing to be embarrassed because it's for children, so there are ALL the colors and overreactions. It's on Disney+. The later episodes (#60 onward) are better. The cast are wonderful people with theatre backgrounds. The voice/puppeteer of the Cheshire Cat is my real-life best friend, actually, so obviously I support everything he does, and vice versa! Hatter has seen my costume - he said it was "amaze-balls", he is like 60 now and still types like a millenial. Okay I'm done lol

okok, one more ✨

so i know you would like to make the other Goblin King outfits. but are there any other characters you would like to cosplay? or that you have already cosplayed?

Thank you for asking! Yeah, I have cosplayed before. None of the proof of it's here because I've designated it as a Labyrinth blog. My interests and projects do not resemble each other at all, and my cosplay history reflects that. hahahaha

Anyway, my last cosplay was the Mad Hatter from Disney's 1992 series "Adventures in Wonderland". The show is extremely dear to me, and I also love the costumes, so I made his entire outfit (vest, tailcoat, pants, spats, collar, bowtie, hat), which were my introductions to making clothes. Didn't crawl before I ran. hahaha It took about 10 months to complete in 2021. A couple of videos of him can be found on my youtube channel.

Before that, I had been closet-cosplaying Dance Magic Jareth from time to time, and had made a much easier less screen accurate version of his ballroom attire minus the coat, and this blog has that content under the "jareth cosplay" tag.

Before that, I closet-cosplayed Kurama from the anime Yu Yu Hakusho from 2017-2018. I was obsessed with the show and characters, and having a quarter life crisis, so I dyed my hair red and let him consume my entire being.

Before that, I for some reason had a fixation with Jared Leto's Joker from Suicide Squad (2016)... Don't judge me, I know he wasn't a very good joker! I just didn't care! I didn't know how to sew yet, so all the pieces were collected, the bowtie was commissioned, and I had to go all around town trying to find dress shirts for my tiny body. All the while, I holed up in my room practicing his makeup. It took about 3-4 months? @mistahgrape was my handle on instagram and tumblr.

Then finally, there was my first cosplay which is also my cosplans for the future. I used to closet-cosplay Nosferatu when I was a bub (2011-2013) the whole time I was away in film school. I have a degree in film which was heavily focused on the German silent era, so he meant/means a lot, and I would make videos pretending like he visited me in my apartment. lol The blog strange--cargo is all about that. I desperately wanted to commission a screen accurate outfit but just never did, so I'm going to make my dreams come true and hopefully take him to cons and make people laugh/creep them out.

watch out!!

[temilyrights]

Gen X’s inability to apologise or even admit they’re wrong is enough to make them the worse generation of all time.

[rae0fsunsh1ne]

I want to do so many things! I want to take classes like pottery and writing and acting, and reignite my passion projects and hobbies, and travel! but I am POOR and I am TIRED

[theladyofbloodshed]

Joke aside on Eris. This man must have a high discipline and great work ethic

If he is in uni. He must be the type to:

1. Take lead in the assignment work. Make sure all the work follow the rubric and instruction. The citation must be in APA if the prof wanted it, if it must be Springer format then he will do it. Sent in work 5 hour before due date(because he kept checking the report over and over)

2. Care for his groupmate, gosh. He care for his soldier, so i am guessing ue care for groupmate too. He check everyone work, if one people dont reply to his messages and is ill, he will have flower and a pack of medicine ambush in front your dorm.

3. He had all dates write down. He had 3 seperate planner for it. One is the book type planner, another is google calendar, lastly. A huge poster A6 calendar on his wall.

4. Imagine his dorm. Clean, organized. Color coded (warm tone color) according to class.

5. And of course, he had dinner date with his mother written down.

6. Working with him for an assingment is efficient and millenial type. No waste of time for a long ass meeting. Max 15 min. He explain the work to everyone, divide task, due date when he expect, what needed to be and bye.

7. You are freerider and have no solid excuse for your late work? Boom, you are call to the Prof office on Monday 9 in the morning. We all know who reported this

8. On google docs, someone started the chat on 3pm and Eris will put his cute doggo picture as a motivation for everyone. Like on the cover page and it somehow became a competition when one groupmate put a cat images next to his doggo

9. Presentation? This man have his team showed up in a smart casual attire. Powerpoint no longer 2d but 4d and moves like they do in the movie. Short and a lot of picture, graph, illustration. Prof love him but some.boomer hate his smartass mouth and his rebellious ass.

10. The type to mock the prof with their favourite line of:

" 10 years I teach, none had passed my class. "

Eris :" Oh yeah? Then you admit you suck at your job?"

Lmao yes Eris would organise a study group too. I love these headcanons. Can I interest you in these too:

Definitely the dude who puts all his weights back at the gym and cleans them off - and puts other people’s away so they’re not a trip hazard

Car is always clean inside and out, fluids always topped up, tyre pressure checked regularly, always flies through its service

Loves stationary and his desk is always tidy with various folders and organisers. Writes a to do list every morning to guide his day.

Has never been spontaneous once in his life. If you want to see him, you have to book in three business days in advance

Definitely wears a headset and paces for a virtual meeting and says things like “okay let’s regroup”

[huntcriminals]

who are you? ( for the mun. )

name.   ashtyn, but y’all call me ash. star sign.   cap sun / cancer moon / leo rising. height.   5′3 but my attitude is 6 foot, so try me. middle name.   no. put your spotiy on shuffle. first 6 songs?   oops! by yung gravy.  —  machine by misterwives.  —  she’s kinda hot by 5 seconds of summer  —  i know it’s today form shrek the musical  —  i get off by halestorm  —  everybody gets high by missio. ever had a poem / song written about you?   yes and most of them made me cry lmao. when was the last time you played air guitar?   i say i usually stick to air drums or whipping and nay nay’ing like the cringe millenial i am. who is your celebrity crush?   b.ill h.ader and s.andra b.ullock. obviously there are others, but they’re tops for me. what’s a sound you hate and a sound you love?   i hate the sound of popping balloons, and i love the sound of running ater. do you believe in ghosts?   sure. how about aliens?   sure. do you drive?   i know how to drive, but i don’t have my license. so no. if so, have you ever crashed? the small smount i’ve driven, no! what was the last book you read?   my sister the serial killer by oyinkan braithwaite. do you like the smell of gasoline?   yes i do, thank u very much. what was the last movie you saw?   we watched el camino last night. what was the worst injury you ever had?   i haven’t had a lot of injuries, but the worst was the dog bite on my left leg that needed 30 stitches. do you have any obsessions right now?   breaking bad and barry. and criminal minds. do you tend to hold grudges?   not really, but kinda? it’s hard to explain. i guess i don’t, but i never forget, like, if someone does something to me. but i do cut people off really easy. i like to keep myself comfortable. but i wouldn’t say i hold anything againt someone. that was a long answer lmao. in a relationship?   yes, with two amazing partners xoxo.

[just-a-poor-boy-queen]

feels like most people on here just don't want any confrontation on their blog or don't want to blast out any remotely controversial takes or any "negative" content that would invite discourse on their blog. which is fine even when it comes to discussion about mary's actions, or paul, or barbara etc. on TUMBLR. because you and a few other blogs fill that gap on queen tumblr. (and i do understand why you guys do what you do, because every other space and the official narrative are so overwhelmingly homophobic.) but it is a bit sad when it happens on other platforms because due to homophobic fans, harmful narratives and misinformation getting basically championed and endorsed by the official queen productions, any online space revolving around queen that's not primarily full of millenial-gen z is full of whitewashed, false history and anti-Jim sentiments. that's especially true for mary and barbara because they are the straight white women in freddie's life, which is perfect for straight women to latch onto and insert themselves as freddie's love interests vicariously, and for homophobes to ignore freddie's sexuality. paul's a different case maybe, since he's often demonized as the "bad gay cocaine addict" in the queen fandom. for him, maybe people just hesitate to full-on criticize him on tumblr for fear of looking homophobic and adding to the existent homophobia when it comes to discussing the guy. most discussion about him on tumblr nowadays seems to be padded with 10 disclaimers of "I'm not saying he's a completely bad person/yeah the movie simplified things and demonized him/although we don't know the full story/let's remember he also had hiv and aids and maybe needed the money" etc before getting to the point

The entire post got pretty long, so I am putting this under the cut for anyone who wishes to skip it.

Look, people are free to do whatever the hell they want on their blog. Like I don’t get angry when people vague blog about me, I just feel that it’s futile (and yes, I have the urge to vague blog too sometimes, so I am also guilty of it as well).

But I have interacted with several people in more private spaces, where it was more… difficult to understand their opinions. There have been conversations which frustrated me so much that I was almost on the verge of tears, there have been other conversations which have had a more serious impact on the people I know. All of this in private.

And I mean, I don’t think I will ever understand people excusing Mary’s actions, for example. No matter whatever excuse they give, I will never understand it. Just like they won’t understand my views or my position - accepting that a problematic statement is problematic does not imply that the person is evil. I have been accused by an anon of making Mary out to be a disney villain, that I think of her as someone who isn’t human. And my point then, and my point even today is… welcome to the real world. You don’t have to be a disney villain in order to do bad things. You can be human, and still be an arsehole.

I have been made to feel bad about judging her, for essentially having an unsavoury opinion of her because “we don’t know enough about her”. Well, we don’t know enough about anyone. I don’t even know enough about myself lmao. Does that mean that I cannot form an opinion of her or any person who has done some clearly shitty things, said highly insensitive things, been an arsehole to so many people who have condemned her, whose own neighbours hate her? Maybe some people can’t but I can. And I will not be made to feel immature about that. I have been judged for not thinking of Mary as a human being, but to me, it’s pretty obvious that I do. I do think of her as a person, and a shitty one. Because again, shitty people do exist in this world. And it’s okay to call them out or condemn them on the shitty things they have done, without necessarily hating on them.

The other fandom spaces are hell. I am active on Instagram and no, you cannot say all of this without engaging with brainless Mary stans, or getting doxxed by the hater lady. This makes tumblr the only space where I can say all of this. I see so much of shit everyday, so much homophobia, not only on Instagram but in documentaries, news articles etc, that I need to have an outlet for all of it, otherwise I’d go crazy. And tumblr is my outlet. If anyone has an issue with that, if people think that I complain too much, rant too much, hate too much, they are free to walk away from this blog.

Look, I will never talk shit about Paul dying from AIDS or say that he deserved it. For all the shit that he did in his life, I wouldn’t wish death upon him or anyone. But him being gay doesn’t excuse his actions, or him betraying Freddie in such a brutal way.

[misterbitches]

so with s2 announcement which i am so beyond happy about especially since that was the last k-bl i watched and like the last bl i watched and enjoyed i think. on a level where i'm like oh this is a good movie. so i'm gonna have to watch it as a movie bc the supercut, minus the fades, is a well-flowing movie. they are writing them episodically with not a film in mind which is important but it's just easier to not have to constantly break bc the eps are short

first i am glad that the age thing is not a big deal bc i am shocked that this man is not a millenial like i thought he was lmao and that seo joon's actor is closer to my age wtf im old. but anyway idk i loooooooooooved kim kang min in it and han jiwoo and their interaction and that cool lady who wrote it or directed it or whatever like

"I like people like you" and one of my favs:

ji woo: you have a lot of friends

seo joon: i didn't say we should be friends

mwah the intricacy mwah mwah MORE KISSING MORE FUN and i hope that fUCKING CUTE AS FUCK TINY REPORTER and mr pil get together and we get to see them. i really loved her and baek ho min ofc but she's so cute. ugh. and i kinda wanna see if he managed to give the money back? looking back i really expect to cringe my way through a lot but nothing in the show made me cringe except my preconceived notions. oh wait no what did make me cringe was that blackaboo fan and the english portin but i pretend that didnt happen. this dude that played hyung ki? damn daddy u fine as hell i hope ur wallet got condoms in it

above all more of their interactions that are shown in physicality liek it was through the show

when they get all the orders and jiwoo looms over him

when theyre standing close before the cup scene

even in the bathroom when they dont wan to get caught by the Queen

the hands laid on ji woo when he wants him to ride the bike where he's like wait wait gets him to come around and puts the bag on him "hold on kkondae" that whole park scene which i could go on forever about bc seo joon urges him forward with a hand on his shoulder and it's fine and the comfortable islence

i really like kim kang min bc his ability for us to know how jiwoo felt even as obviously a) he smiles as a real person (kang min, not jiwoo) b) his reactions makes u REALLY have to pay attention for both of them but the writing lends itself well to that esp when he freezes when he's touched OR the scene where theyre drunk and he gets so mad even before they have that convo

which is like one of my fav scenes bc i was nOT expecting that at all like sincerely how desperate seo joon was and how pissed ji woo was. my other fav thing is when they both /know/ like after what happened and theyre back in the resto and seo joon is like "it seems like you're flirting" and ji woo is liek "what"

seo joon: "You know."

YES I DO KNOW anyway every bit also tehre's a point where when kSJ works in the resto at first after he asks HJW if hes making him do all this shit on purpose and HJW is like nope :) theyre all frantic and HJW says, casually and like not at all highlighted, "hey slow down" A BEAUT

and i hope we can see more about how they joke with each other. clearly they love each other's company and they definitely talk. HJW isn't as insanely quiet but seo joon just isnt shy which is part of why hyung ki was upset bc either he was crushing on him or insanely jealous and that much was not clear but i like that. anyway the fact that HJW cares about people ("dont smoke") but hyung ki just could not fucking understand it. which btw i def know hyung ki did care about him bc when the landlords come he pats HJW on the back for having to hear that shit. he knows he made the menu.

when hjw cut his finger and sucked on it (i know peole and chefs do this like freaks lmao) but he didnt want HK to help but then wehn he grabs for KSJ's finger and sucks on it and also holds his hand before dropping it and the awkward cute looks PLUS the beforehandof adjusting his clothes (KSJ adujusting HJW's clothes) and HJW lit about to touch him sigh wow im emo

then finally the end scene in which no k-bl (outside of strongbery) had gone before. and it was great. that whole convo and their laughter and when HJW was over him and KSJ met him as they had their faces close togehter (btw theyre vers make it vers u cowards IDC what ANYONE says bc THEYRE HUMANS AND THATS WHAT THEY ARE GONAN DO BUT ANYWAY I DIGRESS) idk that whole thing was great

also every time they were in a scene together it was just fun as friends and those who like each other and also their circle. pil hyun, yoon seul (noona!), ho min, seo joon, jiwoo. want to see their friendships expand and pil hyun and ji woo and i want to see how active jiwoo is now that he is way less alone he can absolutely laugh and smile and KSJ knows that. my fav convo is from the end when theyre talking about dating and KSJ gets jealuos and HJW was like u fuckin liar uve dated tons and KSJ is like wOW MY FEELINGS R HURT and theyre joking and HJW is like yea you are charming ok i get it but it's sarcastic and fond~*~* and how mature and easy it is for jiwoo to actuallys say things i think ive hit all my points the boys are there and i can't wait til we get them doing more fun stuff and shenans and not bullshit

also i think i thought kim kang min was older because it was easy for him to be in these scenes and situations whereas so many ppl u can tell theyre uncomfortable plus the ksising (also when he isnt smiling he does look older also wtf? idk i am like idk what anyone of any age looks like i could see son woo hyun's laugh lines which was an indicator but he still looks young like actually my age so i thought it wa silke taht but han ji won who plays seul is 25 and i thought she was ALSO my age so?!?!?!?!? AND JEON JAE YOUNG /IS/ MY AGE BUT HE KINDA LOOKS OLDER? kim jo kwon (baek ho min) is the only one where im like yes you are legit a baby lmao)

can u tell i really loved this show. the ending solidified it the first time i watched it. not bc i wanted something salacious but bc it was intimate and sensual and physical and so many are loath to go there and do it but the writing and team /did/ so clap clap clap

i did hate the music but that's cos im a hater if i think of more things i will put them down

also in the beginning when seul and hyung ki come in the resto there's the tip off of "your closest friends betray you" and both KSJ and HJW despite their ability to be strong and despite HJW needing to be guarded they both were betrayed bc they wouldn't hurt people intentionally bc being kind and fun (KJS) and being kind and a quiet talent (HJW) does not mean you have to be an EXTORTIONIST like i cannot for all of HJW's yrs of life he managed to not extort lol im gonna pretend this is a critique on capitalism

in conclusion

- more intimacy from boyfriends built off of the good stuff we already got

- more understanding of what they talk about and how; more depth in the humurous aspects because i think every great relationship means that they have fun together. or those are my favorites when you can laugh at each other

- going into both of their self esteem problems and abandonment issues particularly ji woo with his (righteous btw cos CLASS) inferiority complex bc of non-formal training and not realizing fully that people do want to be near him not out of pity . depriving himself of what he wants and seo joon being like "cool got it ill come 2 u" and how they deal with that

- ensemble friendship and pil hyun and seul dating bc i said so

- MORE KISSING :P

- no blackaboo character ever i never EVER want to hear ANY of those english words ever again i always skip through it but MY GOD NO

- longer focus on ther characters in the edit but that's a personal thing.

i rly do commend them for the short time and being able to fit a lot in it that didnt rest on exhibition thank god.

[ajokeformur-ray]

I watched Joker tonight and typed out my thoughts as they occurred to me. Unedited; typos are guaranteed. I did this a few months ago and really enjoyed looking back at my thought process and I wanted to do it again so that I can look back and know that what I feel is real and true in my darkest times.

You're welcome to skip this; it's under a cut for ease of doing so. Warnings for occasional sexual comment lmao. There’s no self shipping in this, I don’t think.

word count: 2, 575.

I’M SOBBING and I’ve only just pressed play.

Heart squeeze Chest much ow

THERE HE IS

✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

Nooooo baby omg don’t pretend - let yourself hurt if it hurts. Don’t pretend. 

Carnival Carnival Carnivalllllllll 😍😍😍😍😍

I am a Simp for one clown and his name is Carnival

Someone help him, I????

That sign hit Arthur as hard as my love for him did ksksksk

MY EYES BE LEAKIN💔💔💔💔💔

bb nooooo

Oh honey let me kiss those bruises and replace the marks of violence with love, hm? You’re safe with me.

Breathe, my love. Don’t fight the laughter. Let it out, let yourself go. 

Screams into a pillow because????? much sad must kiss

“have you been keeping up with your journal?” LIKE HE HAS TIME

oHHHHH boi’s close to losing his shit

Do it, Artie. Give ‘em hell.

“I think I did” YOU TELL HER!!💖💖💖

I want to be his cigarette. Where’s Satan??? I got a new deal for my blackened soul which he took at half price😂😂😂😂

I’d have my hand between the door and his head so fuckin fast I swear

“I just don’t wanna feel so bad anymore” yep SAME

ohhhh peekaboo🥺🥺🥺

this makes me giggle ksksksk i watch this scene when i feel sad bc it always makes me happy for the time it’s on

he’s so good with kids; he doesn’t have to try and think about what’s funny, he just does it, he’s himself and it works

FUCK OFF LADY CAN’T YOU SEE HE’S STRUGGLING????

give

him

back

his

card

casually wrinkling my nose against tears lmao

ohhh the way he looks up at those stairs from the bottom

i can feel��his exhaustion

me too, my love

step step step step

god i wanna get him the fuck outta gotham

and into my arms and a soft, warm blanket

“eat. you need to eat” LITERALLY WHAT I TELL MYSELF EVERY DAY IN HIS VOICE BC OTHERWISE I JUST WOULDNT EAT???? I’m losing so much weight asdfghjk its not enough tho

SUPAH RATS

Did Arthur come up w that joke or was it actually a Murray joke????

HIS VOICE IS SO SOFT IM CRY??🥺🥺🥺🥺

“I WAS PUT HERE TO SPREAD JOY AND LAUGHTER”

YOU DO BABY, YOU DO!!!! EVERY FUCKING DAY!!!!

go deepthroat a cactus randall - youre already a bit of a prick so🙃🙃🙃

“THE GUYS THINNK YOU’RE A FREAK BUT I LIKE YOU”

HOYT. YOU CAN GO SIT ON A CACTUS TOO

FUCK OFF

😡😡😡😡

“WHY WOULD ANYONE STEAL A SIGN”//”WHY DOES ANYONE DO ANYTIHNG?” HOYT YOU’RE SO FUCKING ILLOGICAL HERE IM????? ERIKA DOES NOT (ALSO WILL NOT LMAO IM A STUBBORN BIITCH) COMPUTE

Can arthur fuck me like he pounds the trash/????🥵🥵👀

those dark curls.... that crooked tooth... must kiss.🥺🥺🥺

pennys casual cruelty makes me so fucking angry

foreshadowingggggg ~  *JAZZ HANDS*

ugh the way he dances with that gun im👀🥵🥵🥵

he enjoys the power of it and his breathing gets deeper asdfghjk

clumsy baby omggggg i just COOED 🥺🥺🥺🥺

okay maybe im stupid but i genuinely dont understand this “senior who needs to graduate” skit i’m??? how is being an intro to western civ student funny im???? someone explain???

but also dont bc fuck that guy lmao arthur’s hilarious

true millenial humour (and brit humour lmao we’re dark asf)

THE WAY ARTIE TWIRLS HIS FINGERS AROUND HIS HAIR AND DANCES IN HIS SEAT IM???🥺🥺🥺

wanna curl up on his lap at night when hes writing and go to sleep with a 

blanket around our bodies🥺🥺🥺🥺

when arthur wears a shirt at home you KNOW it’s a daydream

THAT CROOKED TOOTH IM WANT KISS.

WAIT IS IT CALLED STAND UP COMEDY BC YOU STAND UP... AND ITS COMEDY???

23 FUCKING YEARS, PEOPLE... TO REALISE THAT🙄

WHEN CARNIVAL CAME ON SCREEN I NTHE HOSPITAL I MADE A PORNOGRAPHIC NOISE LMAO I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

IF YOURE HAPPY AND YOU KNOW IT, SHOOT MURRAY

WOOPS WRONG LYRICS

😂

“doctor of laughter”🥺🥺🥺🥺

doctor i have a case of the Big Sad can you... do an exam? 😉😏

NO BB DONT BEAT YOUR HEAD UP THERES PRECIOUS CARGO IN THERE

in what world does chucking cold greasy chips in a girls hair being “nice”???

lmao fuck these guys

ohhh honey breathe. dont fight it, my love, just breathe.

my heart’s breaking for you, you sweet thing🥺🥺🥺

i love you so so so so so so so much ugh you’re an actual fucking angel

just breathe darling

i need to get you a cup of tea with honey in it, your throat must be so sore

ohhhh baby im so sorry

i’d take every single punch if i could

i’d die for you

i wish i could protect you

i wish i could look after you

and take all those hits

and kill those guys for you

im so sorry

sobbingggg

YES GOOD MAN THANK YOUUU

KILL THOSE ASSHOLES LMAO DESERVED IT

yeah i have a grey morality... im similar to deadpool in that way tbh

carnival comin’ to kill your insecurities

8 bullets in a 6 chamber???? mm-hm

DONT FORGET YOUR BAG THATS EVIDENCE

AND THE WIG

RUN BABY RUNNNNNNN

GO GO GO GOOOOOOOOOOOO

RUN LIKE THE WIND BULLSEYE

THE SOUND OF HIS FEET SLAPPING THE PAVEMENT IM👀

OOOOOH JOKER’S WAKIN’ UUUUUUP

fuck he’s so hypnotic

the way he runs his hand down his lower stomach asdfghj🥵

must kiss the inner tendons on his wrists and lick the blood off his face 

must kiss

he moves like water

fuck hes so fluid

bathroom scene = the scene in which my heart and vagina clench at the same time

im WANT

T POSEEEEEEEE

“i still owe you for that, dont i?”

PUNCH OUT IS MY FAVOURITE THING E  V  E  R

D O N T S M I LE

UGH I FUCKING HATE being told to smile if i don’t fucking want to so BIG mood

PLEASE SHUSH ME THE WAY YOU JUST SHUSHED PENNY IM???

but also dont lmao bc i’ll think you’re mad at me and i’ll hide in the bedroom for the rest of the day lmao i’m sensitive✨✨✨

i wanna sit on his lap and still his bouncing knees

“thats not funny”

fuck off penny yes it is

I JUST CHOKED ON MY COFFEE IM???

“but i do” god the  P O W E R

ugh that fucking sexist piece of shit comedian can choke “women look at sex like buying a car” 🤢🤮🤢🤢🤮

chauvinistic pigs can die thanks

his lil trip upstage im cry🥺🥺🥺

ohhh baby. just breathe, darling. it’s okay to be scared. dont fight it. just breathe. 

he and i both cover our mouths when we laugh/smile in the exact same way and it makes me feel closer to him

how can they think hes laughing at himself when hes literally gagging????

people only see what they wanna

the Penny imitation is👌👌👌

s m i l e

i remember when i came home from seeing this for the first time, i got home and dropped to my knees to cry in the bathroom. it was such an emotional release and so much love and i played smile to try to make myself smile but i only made myself cry harder lmaooooo ~ 

smile and thats life are my go-to songs if i gotta cheer tf up

danger sign = neither works

he looks so soft after his “date”🥺🥺🥺

“thats life” yeah but murray you dont even leave the studio so how do you know????

ngl arthur’s anger scares me.

anyone so much as raise their voice at me and i’ll cry really bad and i will shut myself away for the rest of the day and quiet anger terrifies me so his banging abt in the kitchen would freak me tf out😲

angry bb😭

he controls his anger so fast though omgggg ~ 

that soft please sends me

idk where it sends me lmao

down below probably

BARE FACED CARNIVAL OMG THIS SCENE IS SO CUTE

I LOVE THE MATCHING COLOURS ON ARTHUR AND BRUCE TOO ???

okay but the implication that arthur always carries a clown nose on him is🥺🥺🥺

hes such a good clown im?????

lmao im enjoying the show more than bruce is skskskk

arthur’s lil chuckle makes me🥺

his HUMMING im??? soft?????

his brows are so strong and dark omggg ~ he’s so beautiful

OKAY i’ll be honest i’ve seen this alfred/bruce scene and the thomas bathroom scene later on and the penny flashback scene a 100 times and i still dont fucking understand what did or didnt happen regarding arthur’s parentage im????

 ive seen interpretations to say he is thomas’ son and some to say he isnt and i still cant decide so? im stupid i guess 🙃

“a clown thing?” the  s a s s

“it’s exit only” yeah so’s my ass🙃

if i was there in the hospital room i woulda turned that tv off as soon as i realised what clip was gonna play

murray’s cruelty is d i s g u s t i n g

lmao hes an asshole

arthurs lil clap from joyyyyy ~ 🥺🥺🥺

did i say murray???

i meant  m u r r a t

🙃🙃🙃

sneaky baby

wayne hall either has super bad security or arthurs v quick on his feet

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he looks so good in red omggg ~ 

f o r e s h a d o w i n g

arthurs smile when hes watching chaplin is how he smiles when we all gush to each other abt him and ourselves!!!

hes so cuuuuuute🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰

“told me what” 

ohhhh honey🥺🥺 im so sorry. “crazy” is a trigger word for arthur; it made him start laughing in the bathroom with thomas

“touch my son again ill fucking kill you” yeah?? touch my arthur again and i’ll fucking kill you🙃🙃🙃🙃

^^^ that ones a joke do not come at me

the clerk in arkham was nice to arthur - he, gary and sophie are the good gothamites.

none of it was enough to stop his descent into joker, though, and i’d even say it was too late right at the beginning of the film, too... 

his sock puppet thingy “they cut all those” is such a Joker thing to doooo ~ 

the way arthur’s laughing in the hall at arkham turns into sobbing is gut-wrenching omg the poor thing😭

i wanna hug him and protect him and help him to process this in a healthy way

sweetheart, if i could take all of your pain and put it onto me... i so would. i’d do it in a heartbeat.

i wanna get you into a hot shower, make you some food and sit and listen to you. we can either sit in silence or you can talk to me, my love, and you will be heard and understood and loved.

“i had a bad day”

IT’S OKAY I DIDNT NEED MY HEART ANYWAY OMG YOU POOR SWEET INNOCENT THING IM LOVE YOU🥺💔

THAT ENTIRE LATE NIGHT SCENE LAUGH/SOBBING GOT ME -

💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

i just wanna hold you and protect you and help you and love you

I’m so fucking sorry, darling. i wish i could take it all away from you

“i havent been happy one minute of my entire fucking life”

NO ONE SHOULD LOOK THAT ANGELIC AFTER COMMITING MATRICIDE IM????

get

that

fucking

gun

away

from

your

face

boi dont test me ill fucking go feral or - no, tell you what, i’ll point the gun at me and see how you like it

im looking respectfully at the green speckled undies scene....👀👀👀

“coming” 😏😏😏

“my mum died im celebrating” and “i stopped taking my medication” and you STILL stayed in the apartment with Arthur????? dudes those are 🚨🚨🚨 signs

woe betide anyone who underestimates arthur fleck lmaoooo

randalls death scene makes me laugh every time omg i feel so vindictive

get WRECKED

i wanna lick the blood off his face. i really want to

ngl i think i have a blood kink... 

“dont look just go” ME WITH MY ACNE WHEN I SEE IT IN THE MIRROR 😂😂😂😂

JOKERJOKERJOKERJOKER 

ASDFGHJKL

J

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K

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R

ERIKA.EXE HAS STOPPED WORKING

JOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERRRRRR

😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 MY BABY MY MAN OMG THERE HE IS IM CRY???????😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺

my mind is literally blank rn im just staring and crying and smiling so hard my face hurts????? im love him so so so so much

sweet thing’s so used to pain he gets HIT BY A CAR AND KEEPS GOING????

I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU

hghhhhhhhhhhhhhh

euirrrrrrgkjbgkfbirsghigrbugr

*incoherent keyboardsmash to portray utter love*

ohhh baby no dont cry. oh honey😭 i wanna sit on your lap and kiss your tears away

“i love dr sally”

you have a WIFE at home

“DO YOU REMEMBER?” THAT WAS YOUR CUE TO APOLOGISE LMAO GET FUCKED MURRAT

he’s so CUTE

omgggg ~ 

my hearts gonna give out its SQUEEZING SO HARD IT HURTS

YOU MOCK THEM, BABY!!! THEY GOT IT COMING

“i wanna get it right” hes so passionate

my comments have deceased in number bc im just too starstruck and in love to even think clearly lmao

jokers all i know rn and this is the most peaceful ive felt in WEEKS

im sobbing

ugh fuck this hurts so BAD

youre speaking the truth, darling. im so so proud of you and i love you so much

“THEY COULDNT CARRY A TUNE TO SAVE THEIR LIVES” LMAO INSIDE JOKESSS

literally sobbing right now ugh what the fuck youre in so much pain and in the middle of a breakdown and no one saw you

ugh baby im so sorry, you deserve so much better

you tried so hard and you were gonna fall no matter what

IN THE WHITE ROOM

“hi” baby they cant hear you but im COOING 🥺🥺🥺🥺

you’re so fucking cute

say the word and ill burn gotham to the fucking ground for you

i wanna sit atop that car and cradle your head in my lap and wipe the blood off your face and help you stand up and be there for you and and and😭😭😭😭😭😭 i love you so so so much. 

i’d be so much worse off without you in my life. you brought a splash of colour which has never dimmed or faded. it never will. 

b l o o d    s m i l e

=

im wearing my inside on the outside now and it still hurts

angel💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

i see you and your pain. i love you.

i see you, angel. 

his genuine laughter is🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

that cute lil “ksksks” he does im🥺🥺🥺

i always laugh with him omg the two of us are laughing together ugh its the closest i will ever get to sharing in his joy

 t h a t ‘s    l i f e

i love the hallway daaaaaaaaaaaaaance ~ 

them hips dont lie😉😉😉

i love you i love you i love you i love you omg the sun’s like a halo ugh i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you im singing along to thats life while i type out how much i love you at 220am lmaooooo ~ 

i   l o v e    y o u

[vonlipvig]

top 5 survivor seasons

i LOVE IT, we’re starting with some hard-hitting OPINIONS

(i am currently watching s36, so no seasons beyond that!)

Top 5 Survivor Seasons (In order? maybe? Idk):

5. Micronesia (Fans vs Faves)

The first Fans vs Faves was so much fun, it was so cool to see Actual Faves come back and play, cause there were some ICONS there. The Fans vs Faves angle was so interesting, and it was just a super interesting, exciting season )I still quote “IT’S A BLEEPING STICK” to this day, lmao). Also...THAT MOMENT. Like, if you know, you know. 

4. Palau

OK, I’M A PALAU STAN, PALAU IS SO GOOD. I’m putting it here cause I’m still thinking a Lot about the next seasons I’m ranking, and I haven’t watched it in a while, but gOD I LOVE PALAU A LOT. It’s such a peculiar season with a very special pre-merge, and because I’m a fan of characters and relationships, the stories of Palau really get to me. Ian and Tom are iconic and that last immunity challenge is still in my mind after all this time. Such an atypical season, but so, so good.

3. Millenials vs Gen X

ANOTHER SEASON I STAN. As I said, I love characters and compelling stories, so this one has everything I want in a neat little package. I LOVE so many players in this one (Zeke? David? Michaela? Adam? Jay? I LOVE THEM ALL), it’s a pretty funny season while also being a very emotional season, I love the “character arcs” in here (Still thinking about Adam and Jay...), and it’s just a season I really, really enjoyed! Maybe not theeee most strategy filled season, but man, I cried like a motherfucker.

2. Second Chance

A really freaking great All Star season! Second Chance kept me at the edge of my seat throughout the whole thing. It had lots of strategy and iconic moments (That moment where Wentworth plays her idol, and Jeremy plays his idol, and then they end up deadlocked with only Keith being able to draw a rock? That was WILD), a bunch of faves and overall people I really enjoyed watching, and even people I hadn’t payed much attention to ended up being BADASSES! (Yes, I’m talking about Wentworth, what a QUEEN). Oh, also this one had Joe, so yay.

1. Heroes vs Villains

I’m PREDICTABLEEEEE! But this season is so many people’s fave for a reason. We’ve got a great cast of icons, we’ve got idols and blindsides and gambles that don’t pay off (Oooh, I still make fun of JT to this day, although I still believe Erik had the dumbest Survivor Move ever). Also I watched this season with my best friend after she waited for me to catch up, and it was just the best experience ever (she’s waiting for me to get to 40 so we can watch it together!). I mean, it’s a Classic, we all love it!

Ask me my Top 5 anything!

[sleep-is-4-da-week]

2/2

Outfits, concepts, styles, music, raps (god I hate rap discourse like Jesus Christ u pretentious turnip) sounds, beats, choreo, you fucking name it and Kpop stans will hate it. And I always question as to why. Why must you have say over everything. Why do you have to let others know your opinion always and always even it’s not asked for or necessary. Why are you always nit-picky, why are you always disappointed with something? Like why must you always be angry at something? (I do want to say that being upset with cultural appropriation in hair, culture, customs and such is excluded from this rant because those are very valid and very important criticisms and that’s not what I’m annoyed at in any way.).

People just aren’t content with the music anymore and I find that sort of saddening. The brightness in Kpop comebacks is being leeched and it’s so hard to watch. And it’s also led to the small but loud section of fans that I ✨affectionately✨ call the Boomers of Kpop.

Boomers Kpop stans are not abt age of fans, but of fans who are always calling about how “back then there was...” Mainly second gen stans are in this category lmao. And yes Ik not every second Gen stan acts like the observations I’m gonna list that I’ve noticed since I also stan second Gen groups lmao. But a good portion of yall...oof.

“Back then there was real music”, “Kpop peaked at 2nd Gen”, “No one sings live anymore since [insert group]”, “4th Gen idols are so fake”, “since these younger groups came there isn’t as much excitement”.

Those are the “tame” ones that I’ve listed but there’s others that um...are very downgrading to say the least.

And yes Ik that some of those are jokes. (Good god I hate making disclaimers but I have severe anxiety so ya know whatever.) But frankly a lot of them aren’t and even those that are jokes are piling up and up. Anywho, I call these the Boomers of Kpop because these sound like the same things entitled old people (not every old person; just the entitled ones) say to us Gen Z and millenials and whomever.

And just like we all know that one childhood isn’t better than another, I think people should start to realize that one generation is not better than the other. It’s subjective opinion that you are pushing as objective fact and it’s so annoying. It litters every comment section of YouTube under the MVs and it’s just so depressing that 4th Gen is dragged through the mud and back. For example, I didn’t dare go through the comments section under Taemin’s recent comeback or I would have lost my mind at 5 am in the morning. (Tbh Shawols are probably middle in the Boomer stan scale so they’re not the worst.)

But anyway I said all of that because to sum up this long post, y’all are becoming so entitled and nit-picky at everything that is released and it’s so frustrating. I want to enjoy the goddamn music without y’all screaming “BLAND” “UNMEMORABLE” “FAKE HAPPY” “GENERIC BALLAD™️” . Y’all are becoming like the bad boomers that the minion memes warned you about and it’s over music. If something sounds bland, add salt. Not memorable? Listen to it again. Generic? So are your reasons for disliking it. Fake happy? Go outside and touch some grass.

Okay imma head out but I kinda wanna do like a weekly dissertation like this one about things I notice or want to comment on. So if y’all like that idea, send an ask or add a note or add it in the tags idk whichever works for those of u who will see this. And also if u have something specific you want me to comment on if u do like the idea of me doing this, please go ahead Bc my adhd 🧠brain🧠 forgets quite a bit.