#Francine's Nonsense

[satureja13]

It was a gray day in Copperdale when Jeb got the message from Saiwa about Jack and Greg. He also told Vlad about it. Things are getting worse and worse. After Ji Ho left them and they got divided, Jeb so hoped that Saiwa would come to a rest. Jeb has no idea how to help him. And his heart was heavy. He can't put any more weight on Saiwa's shoulder by telling him about Kiyoshi.

The witches won't interfere either. As always. Francine, his grandmother, didn't even lift her hand to help him after he failed to rescue Sai and Jack. When he wore that bag on his head for over two years. Jeb knows it's all upon themselves to solve this. He couldn't think of a way to help any of his friends so he decided to visit the Temple to meditate for a while. And maybe find an answer why Kiyoshi doesn't want to meet him anymore...

But first things first. Leaving Vlad here means massage first... Oh how Jeb wishes Vlad weren't that stubborn and let Ji Ho heal him! Things would be so much easier if Vlad could see again!

After Jeb had left to the Temple, Vlad had his usual weird day at the Burrow. Means: befriending Malfoy to gain his approval to finally cut the bond (and whatever else Francine comes up with...)! But Vlad's thoughts wander to his best friend, Jack. If he only could make it up to him! Jack is still mad at him for putting Ji Ho's life in danger and he and Saiwa never answer his messages.

Francine: "Concentrate! Malfoy can sense any distraction. You will never get his approval when you act disrespectful towards him!"

And after a day full of all the crazy stuff Francine tries out with him, it's finally evening and time for the 'Odder Things' TV Season's Premiere! It's one of Vlad's favourite TV shows and he can't enjoy it because he's blind...

But he will endure this - for Ji Ho!

Outtakes

Looks like a strange square dance ^^' (This is how Jeb dressed for school...)

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The 'Disbandment of the Group' Chapter from the beginning -> here

[zahri-melitor]

Newish Comics

Batman: The Brave and the Bold #17: oh, we are recanonising Officer Down immediately before going into All Along the Watchtower? That's...a choice. Not necessarily a bad one, but hmmm it very much positions Harvey Bullock (though while recanonising it we've now made the hit go awry, so hmmmmm).

The Leap Day story was fine, it felt like a Batman fill. I don't care for the Constantine team up with Streaky but that's normal for me. Billy seemed sort of young in the diner story, but it was a cute team up (though Basil Karlo, you know there's a perfectly fine team name for Clayfaces, it's the Mud Pack, why were you reaching for 'The Clay Team').

The Man-Bat story made me emotional, especially in that Kirk says he's still very separated from Francine.

Action Comics #1069: These were...fine. I did have to laugh that Rowell's conclusion to 'is it unethical to report on yourself' was 'we're both somewhat unethical and are going to do it anyway'.

The Flash #13: This remains a very good Wally West comic. I did squint at Linda saying she went through labour three times, but I think this is meant in terms of the nonsense surrounding the twins' pregnancy involved her to first miscarry and then give birth to the twins. That or she's counting active labour/delivery for the twins separately.

I'm excited for Skartaris. I presume we're also time travelling somewhat given Travis appeared alive in the dream scene, but also I'm fully aware that nobody actually remembers Travis did actually die and Joshua's now the Warlord. Unless there's further developments beyond that that I haven't sussed out yet.

Green Arrow #16: I love your confidence in Connor, Ollie, but's he's still like...top 10 living fighters, not the 'greatest fighter the world has ever seen'. (I did enjoy the little smirk on Connor's face from his very first panels that was very 'you are underestimating me').

Also still so very bored with this extremely obvious triple cross. I presume we will finally get around to the payoff in Absolute Power #4. (Let Cissie and Sienna go home)

Outsiders #11: This has been an interesting comic. I'm still not sure how much of a difference it would have made to label this 'Planetary'. What I enjoyed was Kate and Luke getting some page time. I'm unconvinced that what we need is an Authority reboot centred around the Bats (I cringed at the "Lucius Fox to be the Doctor! Luke Fox to be the Engineer!" stuff) but I don't hate the idea of an Authority reboot, especially if they give it teeth. If you're doing the Authority can I have Jack Hawksmoor mentoring Cameron Kim instead thanks.

Zatanna: Bring Down the House #4: the art on this title remains super pretty. It's really an interesting rewrite of Zee's history

The Warlord #69: This week in the lost land of Skartaris, everyone is finally heading back to the present from Wizard World.

Of course, it goes wrong.

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bahahahhahahahahaha oh Dan Jurgens you clearly didn't have any decent reference images

The best bit, beyond the incredibly tall buildings in the middle of the water of Circular Quay, or the surprise mountains coming out of the water around Kirribilli, or the fact that Blues Point Tower is apparently 3x taller than it actually is (while still being an eyesore) is that Travis and Shakira have ended up in a future where, to my eye, Fort Denison was never constructed on Pinchgut Island.

This means nothing to anyone not heavily steeped in history of the settlement of Sydney but just trust me that it is very VERY funny in terms of what it means that Travis is just lying there on the rocks.

That's because even in this weird badly photoreferenced Sydney, Shakira, you are currently on what's essentially one of the most desolate rock islands in the centre of the harbour and from that sun it looks like if the fort was actually still there it would be closed for the day.

You might get to see Benny the seal though.

They then proceed to walk on water to get to the city, because even if this WAS on the north shore of the harbour they clearly aren't walking to Chatswood.

Travis finds the city to be incredibly empty and wonders if the Cold War suddenly got hot in his absence. But then! Travis gets jumped by some of Abe Saffron's boys and girls in a deeply amusing conglomeration of 80s fashion and space age dressing. So glad to see recognition of Sydney's underworld in an American comic. (They don't specify they're working for old Abe but you know. I can read into these things)

So they proceed to walk south in Australia heading for Melbourne so they can fly or sail to Antarctica and the hole to enter the centre of the earth. It's racist in places and has a farm that's raising wombats and I cannot take any of it seriously, but I am so amused.

[transmutationisms]

emdr therapy has got to be on some hokey 1960s bullshit right… i don’t trust anything that claims to unveil ‘repressed memories’ lmfao and i thought even the psych establishment kinda agreed on that

ok here's my emdr take because i've poked around on this and Some People definitely do report feeling like it was helpful to them. i think, if you have some traumatic memory / experience that you want to talk about, and you are in an environment where you feel safe and supported (personally, could not be me with a clinician but, my experiences are not universal) then emdr is basically just trauma-informed therapy. the actual eye movement part is basically nonsense / placebo in the sense that the specific type of movement that's happening there isn't, like, mechanically unlocking hidden patterns in your brain or however francine shapiro put it. however, i do think that it's possible that For Some People, the mere fact of having trauma therapy be paired with some kind of body movement / awareness might be helpful to them. again, it's not that there's anything specially useful about moving your eyes back and forth, but i do think there are plenty of reasons that cultivating some kind of bodily awareness thru movement could be helpful / enjoyable / simply a useful distraction when talking though a traumatic memory. so personally, i would not do emdr but i would also not do any other form of psychotherapy unless like, wilhelm reich came back from the dead and offered to just go ham. anyway though i definitely agree with you that if a clinician is claiming to be able to actually UNCOVER 'hidden' memories or whatever, that's a bad sign. but i'm not plugged in enough to the emdr practitioner community to know how common those types of claims are, and tbf, plenty of plain-jane trauma therapy practitioners have made and continue to make those claims as well lol.

[nedlittle]

everyone give it up for another year of flops, disappointments, and failures!! i read some absolute dogshit this year and now i have to share my suffering with the rest of you

the bangalore detectives club by harini nagendra ⭐

Why go through all the trouble of setting up that plot thread only to retract it at the next possible moment? That's not even a red herring. That's padding for a mystery that apparently took 13 years to cook and still came out fucking raw.

vampires of el norte by isabel cañas ⭐

Isabel Cañas writes like she's being held at gunpoint by a thesaurus.

the plague letters by v. l. valentine ⭐

I have read books with nonsense plots and books with horrible characters and books that read like a first draft done on the back of a napkin in crayon, but never, NEVER EVER have i read a book where the author decides to sprinkle in the fact that one of the protagonists can see ghosts at the halfway point.

yellowface by r. f. kuang ⭐.5

Yellowface, more than anything, rings hollow as a critique of privilege when written by someone who went to an elementary school where one year cost more than all four years of my university tuition combined.

everyone knows your mother is a witch by rivka galchen ⭐.75

Overall, I do not recommend this book except as a sleep aid.

manhunt by gretchen felker-martin ⭐.75

I weep for the potential Manhunt would have had if Gretchen Felker-Martin's Internet access had been cut off while she was writing.

the petticoat men by barbara ewing ⭐.75

This is a book your mom mentions she read for her book club because she wants you to know that she read a book about gay people.

the crimson ribbon by katherine clements ⭐⭐

The issue isn't that Clements decided to make Lizzie Poole gay. She decided to make Lizzie Poole gay so that her eventual execution would be more tragic. This isn't even a bad-faith reading of the text.

a rustle of silk by alys clare ⭐⭐

you don't need to be good at your job or care about what you're writing, you just have to have enough ideas to be able to wring every shred of life from your original gimmick until publishing decides they're no longer interested.

lovers at the chameleon club, paris 1932 by francine prose ⭐⭐

Francine, you did not make up those characters or events. You changed the names after reading a couple of history books on Paris.

[supertvngames]

Arthur (Series) OC - Anthony "Tony" Samuel Read

Age: Over 3 Years Old

Species: Arctic Fox

Family: Arthur Timothy Read - Adoptive Eldest Brother Dora Winifred "D.W." Read - Adoptive Older Sister Kate Read - Adoptive Younger Brother David Read - Adoptive Father Jane Read - Adoptive Mother Thora Read - Adoptive Paternal Grandmother Bud - Adoptive Paternal Uncle Loretta - Adoptive Paternal Aunt Monique "Mo" - Adoptive Paternal Cousin Dave - Adoptive Maternal Grandfather Jessica - Adoptive Maternal Aunt Richard - Adoptive Maternal Uncle Cora - Adoptive Maternal Cousin Fred - Adoptive Maternal Uncle

Favorite Colors: Red and Pink

Hobby/Hobbies: Drawing pictures, scalping, singing privately, making stink bombs or any kind of prank tools, disobeying his parents' absurd strict rules, and especially pranking (mostly his older siblings)

Friends: George Lungden - Closest Male Big Kid Friend Fern Walters - 1st Closest Female Big Kid Friend Sue Ellen Armstrong - 2nd Closest Female Big Kid Friend James MacDonald - Closest Male Kid Friend Buster Baxter - Friend via Arthur Alan "Brain" Powers - Friend via Arthur Shelley "Binky" Barnes - Friend via Arthur Molly MacDonald - Friend via James

Enemies: D.W. Read Cora Francine Frensky Muffy Crosswire Timmy Tibble Tommy Tibble

Likes: Pranking his siblings for fun, pranking his enemies for spite, semi-cloudy soft-windy days, winter and spring, scavenger hunt, sleeping in his (not-so) secret hiding spots, Bionic Bunny, Dark Bunny, his adoptive brother, their friends, and especially his crushes: Fern and Sue Ellen.

Dislikes: His meal interrupted (he gets grumpy), harsh sunny days especially in summer, practically almost anything D.W. likes (Mary Moo Cow, Crazy Bus, Tina the Talking Tabby, etc.), and anybody who picks on his siblings (only he gets to do it)

Personality: Tony is just your typical little toddler boy, who is a curious thrill/adventure seeker. He is just ready any form of excitement and yet knows when to sit down and relax. And although Tony can be slightly carefree and mischievous, he has a lot of more common sense than he leads, for a kid. Tony even throws snarks every now and then, most notably just to mess with his big brother Arthur and their friends. Plus Tony seems to have a short temper, especially when it comes to the nonsense of obnoxious and spoiled brats, and all those who wrong his family and friends. He can be a bit protective. And not to mention, surprisingly, Tony can be extremely shy when meeting girls he likes, specifically Fern Walter and Sue Ellen. Although, he later on, he builds his confidence around them. Tony is oblivious when preschool girls have a crush on him. He's just not used to being crushed on. Plus being adopted can be a sensitive topic for Tony when someone tease him about it. Tony, however, resent the fact that David and Jane have favorite D.W. This is also a sensitive topic.

Bio: Tony Read is the adoptive younger brother of the titlcular character: Arthur Read. Tony's birth parents were family-friends of David and Jane Read. However his parents unfortunately passed away due to different circumstances (child birth and car accident).

After the deaths of their friends, David and Jane adopted Tony to honor them. Tony has live a decent life with his adoptive family, mostly with his brother Arthur, who doesn't seem mind too much to take him with him around despite the sibling rivalry between them. D.W., on the other hand, cause trouble for Tony as much as she does with Arthur. However, Tony retaliates by pranking her. Tony can be prideful, which is essentially his downfall. He take pride when it comes to his schemes or skills and talents. He never see it could lead into consequences to bigger ones that are almost too much to handle.

Since Arthur took Tony to hang with his friends ever since Arthur was in the 2nd grade, Tony got along with Buster, Brain, and Binky very well. Although, Tony can't stand Francine's arrogant attitude and Muffy's bratty behavior, all remind him too much of D.W., and how they antagonize his big brother despite being Arthur's "friends". And Tony got make a friend of his when meeting George. He found George to be a fun and interesting guy, and loves his puppet play. And he got acquainted with George's friend Carl. Of course, when Tony first met Fern, he had a huge crush on her. Tony thinks Fern is adorable. Initially he often goes quiet as he's extremely shy when seeing face-to-face with her, and as well as goes hiding. After gaining his confidence to talk to Fern, they became friends. He enjoy mysteries and detective stuff with her, and he doesn't mind scary stuff. And since Sue Ellen moved in to Elwood City, Tony's had the same reaction when meeting a new crush, he was timid around Sue Ellen yet he is interested in her. Tony thinks Sue Ellen is cool as she's brave and knows martial arts. He even ask Sue Ellen for lessons on a couple of moves. Tony thinks Sue Ellen is cute too. They became good friends as well.

Of course Tony does make friends at preschool, like James MacDonald, who they became good friends after Tony leads the conversation and protect him from the Tibble Twin's shenanigans. Emily is another preschooler that Tony made good friends with even back when D.W. doesn't like her being perfect. Yet Tony does tease D.W. that Emily is better than her in every way. Although, Tony does not like Tibble Twins at all, considering how obnoxious and loud they are. Though, of all the kids to bombard with pranks, the Tibble twins are Tony's favorite targets

Trivia: - I figured that if Arthur had a younger brother as suppose to he had a twin brother relationship with Buster and see an older brother in Brain, I thought it would be interesting how he would handle a younger brother. - Plus I wanna have Arthur interact with Fern and George more. So the connection they had with Tony makes it possible. - I also figure that how D.W. would handle against someone who doesn't care she has parental favoritism on her side.

[cartoon-buffoon]

Hay I don't share fics from my AO3 here and in fact I actually occasionally post stuff here BEFORE AO3 on several occasions. But because I kinda stopped caring awhile back I advertised some flufftober challenge (which I'm failing horribly at, forgive me) that I'm posting on my AO3. But out of the stories I have written my favorite so far is one with my dumb crackship: SkitWald aka Skitzo the 1920s killer bear X Oswald the Lucky Rabbit. Now I could go in depth into the details and headcanons I have on WHY this ship is so good to me but instead I'm gonna post day 5's fic for my flufftober toon collection here, at the very bottom after the story is finished there will be some additional author notes copy and pasted from my AO3 author notes on why this story is kinda my favorite and in general WHY I love SkitWald but the story speaks for itself. (I do not claim this to be a good fic, I claim this to be one of my favorite things I've written, make note of that) Anyways if you wish to waste some time and read, story down below 👇

"This is a load of bull and you know it!" Mickey shouted much to the surprise of all other toons around him "how could you just kick out Ozzie huh!? Not only that yet you take forever to finally get my request in for this town meeting, and once you do you're just gonna end it as quick as it started! Pardon my language but I think you're full of it!"

"Yeah!" Fanny joined in next to the mouse "After all Ozzie has done for us and toon town in general what gives you the right to decide he should be kicked out!? Think about it everyone, when you all needed something done it was always Oswald who advocated for it to get done or heck, he sometimes did it himself!"

Hushed murmurs sprouted up around as the courthouse shook with the talking between various toons as they bore witness to the two pleading for the returnal of one of the eldest residents. The only one who kept his composure was the one the two were arguing with, Wile E. Coyote and the leader of the head council responsible for decision making as well as toon town's judge. The coyote was unamused by the pleas and slammed his gavel down.

"Alright, alright please settle down all" he shushed "We do not need the record keeper to struggle just because you all cannot wait to conversate"

All of the toons glanced over to Pooh Bear who sat behind a typewriter, hastily clacking away at keys.

"Please don't be held up by me, it's such a bother to type with these big mitts for hands yet I'll manage" he remarked.

"Mmm, yes" turning his attention back to the two at the stand, the coyote kept his neutral face as he spoke in his cold and calculated voice "now I will say Oswald is a model citizen and one of the founding fathers of this wonderful city we all call home, I can assure most if not all of us in here would agree he was a delightful friend and family member-"

Fanny slammed her fist down onto the podium and yelled "which is why it's dumb you kicked him out!"

Wile E. snarled and slammed his gavel once more "control yourself Francine! There's no need to get rowdy-"

"NO NEED TO GET ROWDY!?" Mickey repeated back "you kicked my brother out and her best friend! What the heck do ya mean 'no need to get rowdy'! If there ever was a time to get rowdy it's right about now!" Standing up he marched across the room, looking at all the other toons as he continued to plead his case "Ozzie wasn't flawless yet if you think I'm gonna stand here and let you desecrate his name you got another thing pal, if it weren't for him most of us wouldn't even be here! I know I sure wouldn't! Whenever there was a dispute between toons and animators or just between us toons he'd always be the one to give an answer yet still be down to earth enough where it made sense and wasn't nonsensical, come on people! We gotta let him back in!"

Thinking about all the times Oswald has helped them the crowd seemed to agree as they looked amongst themselves. This simultaneous agreement made Wile E. grab onto his forehead and groan in an attempt to control himself. Seeing how the mouse blindly tried to appeal to everyone's emotions rather than logic infuriated him.

"Okay you know what!? I've just about had it!" Steam erupted from his ears and his face turned red as he cracked his gavel on the wood, the small hammer breaking drawing everyone's attention immediately "Let's set the record straight, Micheal, NO ONE kicked Oswald out! It wasn't me, it wasn't a decision by the toon town council, it was HE who kicked himself out! I never wished for him to leave as much as you, for animator's sake he was the only one smart enough to be able to hold a meaningful conversation and in a town full of screwballs and whack jobs he was an outlier as somebody who was equal parts humorous and reasonable! I couldn't possibly FATHOM the idea of ever kicking him out and I'm sure no one else would! Do you think I despise him for something!? I hold no disposition towards Oswald at all and to even assume I am some cruel individual who wanted him gone is moronic and slanderous, it makes me want to damn near detonate the dynamite I placed under this building and blow us all to atoms!"

Fanny tilted her head in disbelief, seemingly being the only one to catch that last comment "you put dynamite where now?"

Wile E. carried on casually, acting as if he didn't just say that "my point being... Oswald was a dear friend to us all, not only that yet he acted as spokesperson with animator's directly and it's clear his exile was nothing short of corruption by that thing he claims is his lover, if he will come to his senses and abandons that beast that calls itself a toon he may return, but until then meeting adjourn-..." The coyote made the motion with his gavel once more only to see it snapped "oh...Roady would you be a dear?"

"Meep Meep!" The RoadRunner beeped as it sped over next to the coyote leaving dust in its wake.

"Thank you, now as I was-" Wile E. grabbed the RoadRunner by his neck and used his beak like a gavel "Meeting adjourned!"

With the slam of the bird's beak Fanny and Mickey looked at each other, all hope they could reason for Oswald to come back slowly, being lost on them. The problem is, Oswald didn't want to come back, at least not by himself. The entire situation and his departure from ToonTown stemmed from a very special and odd toon bear who one day showed up abruptly and made themselves at home. The toon was unlike all others, while even the eldest toons one day got the ability to speak this one was absolutely silent, say for the strange eerie static noises that came out of his maw. Not only that yet unlike most toons who were at their worst annoyances or menaces, this strange bear proved himself downright violent and this violence is what made the other denizens wish for his removal. Unfortunately for them their beloved rabbit Oswald had fallen for this oddity and left with this violent bear.

Oswald was a good few miles away from the civilization he once called home. It had been weeks since he left and he hadn't had a proper shower in so long that tufts of black fur became matted and brown dirt was muddied on his legs and paws. Despite this unkempt state his spirits remained positive as ever as he wasn't alone at all and had the love of his life right next to him, that same strange bear that all others feared. Except for him of course.

"Hhhuuhhhh...." Oswald sighed as he rested his back against a tree, gazing off into the distance as a setting sun painted the landscape in an orangish red "ya know Skitzo... At first I thought this whole exile thing would have been awful and we wouldn't of survived a few days let alone weeks... Guess it goes to show how far the power of love can get you, huh?"

Oswald turned to his lover who sat there munching on a feral squirrel that was in his mouth, the fluffy tail poking out in-between his teeth giving away what he was eating. Skitzo quickly swallowed and gave his usual blank grin and a thumbs up.

Oswald giggled "heh, you find anything I could eat? Perhaps something that wasn't squirming?"

Skitzo nodded and opened his mouth, reaching down in his own throat he rummaged about his insides. What sounded like metal clattered about inside of the bear until Skitzo finally pulled out a carrot and handed it to the buck.

"Thanks honey" Oswald took the carrot and paused upon seeing Skitzo try to gesture to him something "huh?"

Not knowing proper sign language, Skitzo made a rubbing motion with his two hands together as one would do if they were washing them.

"Oh!" The rabbit immediately caught on and looked down at the carrot "ehhh... I ain't walking all the way to the creek to wash one measly carrot" hopping to his feet he gave the bear a kiss on his long muzzle and stepped back and bit into the carrot "your germs are my germs" Oswald remarked with a mouthful of food.

Skitzo stared at the rabbit while a question mark hovered over his head, his diet consisted solely of hunted raw meat—sometimes meat that was already hunted and rotting—he didn't think sharing germs was the best idea but ultimately shrugged. It was the meaning behind the gesture that counted. The love Oswald displayed was more than he could ever hoped for when he first awoke and it was nice that despite all of his... flaws, Oswald still loved him. It's why he soon grabbed the rabbit by the waist and brought him into a hug, returning the kiss with a few of his own as he let out staticy growls to show how much he appreciated it.

"Ah! Bear-bear! Not while I'm eating!" Oswald squeaked out as he giggled, chunks of carrots falling from his mouth "mmm- gimme a sec"

Skitzo relented and let the buck go, not after a few more kisses of course. Eventually he did let him go though and the both sat there in the grass staring out into the setting sun. It was romantic.... At least that's how Oswald always described. Skitzo didn't really understand his feelings nor what romance exactly was, the only thing he did know was that whatever thoughts in his head that told him to rip apart things limb by limb weren't there when he was with the rabbit. He felt calm and at peace with his love, however he was unsure if Oswald felt the same way.

"huh? What're you doing?" Oswald swallowed the rest of his carrot and turned towards the bear who was writing something in the dirt with his claws. The words "do you miss it?" Immediately struck him and his smile faded "oh... You're asking about all the people in ToonTown, aren't you?"

Skitzo nodded, he wasn't sure what exactly Oswald liked so much about that place yet he was aware there were family members of Oswald's there. Family members who didn't care for him.

Oswald was also aware of this fact and sighed, resting his head in his hands he gazed out into the horizon and spoke solemnly "Sometimes yeah... I do kinda miss Mick, Fanny, Donnie, Goofy, Felix, Betty, and all my other friends, I'm sure they'd give me one big ol' hug if I were to show up again..."

Oswald trailed off, memories and the countless years he spent in ToonTown flashing before him. The friends he made, the family he had–more than just Mickey, the toons who were so close to him he considered family. The countless days he spent working with them to build that place from the ground up and all the laughs they shared. All of those wonderful thoughts he saw and what awaited him if he ever returned ran through his mind. Despite this though he turned and looked at Skitzo and remembered the first time he saw the bear. While all the other toons he was with saw some sort of demon who was located underneath the old burnt remains of a theater, Oswald saw someone who made his heart skip a beat.

Those good memories slowly started to fade as he recalled the night that led him to his current predicament.

"Then... Then I remember all the people who shunned you... I think about how much they would probably still hate me for defending you..."

Oswald tightened his fist as he saw all the faces of the people he considered his friends and family, shouting and waving around pitchforks and torches. They were shouting obscenities at the one toon who he felt love for and they all tried to drive him out. Oswald never understood the exact reason, something about Skitzo having some sorta episode and injuring a few, he was positive the bear didn't do it on purpose though. Despite how much he yelled and tried to reason with them though it was only when he put his foot down and jumped in front of the angry mob did they hear him out. Even then after hearing him they unanimously deemed Skitzo a risk, a quote on quote "danger to all toon society", calling him a "freak who isn't even a toon at all". All those hurtful words were thrown and they demanded Skitzo to leave and never come back... they got what they wanted in the end, but not after he took himself with the bear.

With a snarl he spat at the ground "they can all shove it where the sun don't shine that's what I say" Oswald thumped his foot on the ground and pouted "Those newer folk obviously got no respect for me and all I did for them if they couldn't let you off the hook this one time"

Skitzo chuckled, seeing Oswald so worked up was hilarious, the bunny had quite the temper despite being so small. Still, Oswald had failed to answer his question, he kinda just gave a mixed answer and didn't give a proper yes or no. He gestured down at what he wrote in the dirt once more hoping for something solid this time around.

Seeing the bear's gesture Oswald sighed, releasing his anger and speaking less harshly "well... To answer your question uhh, no... No I don't miss it" Oswald walked over to Skitzo and sat in his lap, the bear wasted no time in embracing him and petting him on the head as he continued to go off "if they got the nerve to kick you out then they can get the nerve to come find me and kiss my fluffy tail on my behind if they really want me back–besides, it's not like the entirety of toon town is gonna burn without me! They'll get along just fine"

Skitzo's tail wagged as he imagined the city engulfed in flames. All the screaming and shouting making him giddy, his attention was quickly diverted though once he heard the rabbit in his lap start purring.

Oswald leaned into the touch and nuzzled his head against the bear's hand "Mmm...do you wanna know something, Skitzy?"

Skitzo tilted his head, curious on where this was going.

"I think you're probably the one fella I would consider a true toon" Oswald purred as he closed his eyes in relaxation "toons are meant to make people happy... You do that Skitzo, you make me happy"

Hearts instantly manifested into the sun bear's empty eyes and he held the rabbit close to him. With his tail wagging like an eager puppy he began to drown his love in kisses, placing pecks all over the top of Oswald's head as he couldn't help but see how he struck gold in a partner.

Oswald laughed, feeling how it tickled him and his fur "hahaha! Alright Skitzy, calm down now, hehe"

The two continued their love and affection as the sun finally set over the horizon signifying the end of a day. While Mickey and Fanny would continue to try and get Oswald back, the rabbit truly had no interest in it if Skitzo couldn't come with. The two's love expanded farther than any person could have possibly imagined and without the other life wouldn't be the same. Maybe one day the couple would be allowed back inside Toon Town's walls, perhaps the toons would make a special case for Skitzo and let him back under the pretense of Oswald promising to keep his love on a short leash in order to prevent future mishaps. Perhaps the opposite would happen and the toons would simply do without the buck and bear, going about their days and reminiscing on how Oswald was the perfect toon who left due to a demon who supposedly tainted him. No one knew for certain, not the people who went to bed after that drama filled town meeting and certainly not the couple who would soon fall asleep in others arms. Either way the only thing that was certain was the undying affection between Oswald and Skitzo and how despite being in exile, it wasn't as bad as long as they were with the someone they loved.

Author's notes: ["This, I remember out of all chapters so far THIS was by far the one I took the idea and kinda ran with it. I remember on the flufftober prompts day 5 was something related to like acorns and chestnuts and I remember I didn't know what it meant, neither did my beta reader, so I went and grabbed one of the extra "make it fluffy" prompts to replace day 5's. I had a decent amount of fun with this and this one got me all happy when I finished it because although a COMPLETELY NONSENSICAL CRACKSHIP, I find SkitWald a beautiful ship because for me the entire thing is finding love in unlikely places and sticking beside your partner no matter their flaws, and for the two Oswald has to deal with Skitzo's many, MANY flaws. Anyways I tried to have the ending showcase ya know, perhaps things could be better for the two? but even if they don't they still got each other so even in exile Oswald doesn't want to come back because true love is having the solace of your partner by your side and that's exactly what Oswald has. Oh I also tried to demonstrate that: yeah no... Skitzo is kinda just fucked in the head and doesn't regret his actions but regrets what his actions did to Oswald, he's still objectively a lunatic and only exclusively cares about Ozzie" ]

[helenofsimblr]

Guy: Normally, I would but, you know how it is. You’re there, Mom’s having another baby. Where am I gonna go?

Elita: More like you just want privacy for your sex capers. 

Guy: Heh! Those too! You know I’m gonna be around I’m not leaving the planet or nothing, I’ll always be about and here for you, just call. 

Elita: I know. I want you to lead your life, I just don’t want you to be lonely and miserable.

Guy: Nonsense! I’m fine. Seriously! I’m ok you don’t need to worry about me. How’s school?

Elita: Who is Francine? I’ve heard her name mentioned a bit.

****

Guy: What? She’s somebody I went to school with, that's all.

Elita: She’s more to you than that, you think about her all the time and the moment I mentioned her name it’s like BAM… shields up, you’re trying to hide from me Professor.

Guy: I’m not hiding anything. I just… eh, it didn’t work out for us is all. Stuff got in the way. And she’s engaged to be married to Arnold fucking Moriarty. So that’s that.

Elita: Guy RARELY uses swear words, I mean rarely.

Elita: If she is important to you, then you need to tell her how you feel. 

Guy: I can’t. Besides, I had no choice. I was told I was gonna die, I didn’t want to put Francine through something like that.. 

****

Guy: Anyway as adorable as this is, that my little sister wants to look after me, that’s not your job. It is my job to look out for you. 

Elita: Works both ways. Hey, do you want to grab a coffee over there? 

Guy: Yeah, let's do it. Just no more interrogations ok? You have to remember I am a walking mass of “toxic masculinity” and I prefer to deal with my feelings in private.

Elita: heh heh heh, no promises! So who told you that you were gonna die huh?

Guy: Literally five seconds ago I say no more interrogations, and here you are with a follow up question.

Elita: And what YOU have to remember is that I am a walking mass of “do whatever I want” and I prefer to do things my way. 

Guy: I think I’m gonna cry, nobody gets me like you do Leet.

Elita: That’s because we’re awesome. And toxic masculinity bans you from crying anyway, you pussy. 

Guy: *Laughs* Right, let's grab the coffee then. I assume Mom has converted you.

[a-ramblinrose]

A Weekly Reading Journal 1.7.24

Once upon a time this book blogger did in fact attempt to post a weekly update about their reading. I think I managed 3 months of irregular posts. Yikes. Here's to 2024 being the year of regular scheduling for my nonsense!

Currently Reading:

Poetry:

The Iliad translated by Emily Wilson

Winter Hours by Mary Oliver

The Madness Vase by Andrea Gibson [reread]

The Book of Songs translated by Arthur Waley

Nonfiction:

Reading Like a Writer by Francine Prose

Fiction:

A Prayer For the Crown-Shy by Becky Chambers

The Annotated Persuasion by Jane Austen [reread except the annotations]

Graphic Novels:

Wolf Children Ame & Yuki by Mamoru Hosoda

Hark! A Vagrant by Kate Beaton

Just Finished:

A Psalm For The Wild-Built by Becky Chambers

Other:

I won a copy of Godkiller by Hannah Kaner through Goodreads and I'd like to start it soon. Maybe after I finish Crown-Shy.

General Reading Thoughts:

I'm quite pleased with how this selection of books is playing off one another. The mix of genre and new read/reread is fun. I'm jumping from book to book at whim taking my time rather than speed reading anything.

I do miss reading outside (the winter weather finally arrived) but books and blankets are a grand combination. I'm sadly lacking in tea at the moment. My electric kettle died and the new one is slow to come. I'm snobby enough to say microwaved water tastes off😖 so it'll be a few more days till TEA🍵 !!!

My fanfiction reading is also ongoing and delightful. I also re-found booktube which is a bit of a fun distraction. My poor ever growing wishlist!

My bookish goals are currently on track, I have a lovely tbr for the month and lovely books to continue enjoying!

Current Reading Tag || General Original Content

[omniblades-and-stars]

KICKS DOWN DOOR. #25 in the groups section for Frankie and crewmates of choice. Whatever makes it funniest.

25 _ Your characters are being forced to do a group bonding exercise. They each have to share something they like about each other character in the group. What do they say?

Frankie, Miranda and Zaeed are all dragged to the principal's office (the Medbay) after successfully recruiting Mordin Solus. I wrote this as a short because it appeared to me so clearly it was like a vision sent straight from the gods.

I am the oracle apparently.

"You take too many risks, Commander. And your methods lack the professionalism one would expect from a soldier of your rank," Miranda grouses as they all sit down in the chairs arranged in a tight circle in the medbay. "A vorcha almost took your head off because you lit a cigarette in the middle of an active combat zone."

"Maybe I needed a smoke because I was just fucking tired of all your nagging," Frankie mutters darkly, crossing her arms like a petulant child.

"Lawson's got a point, Shepard. What's an infiltration specialist doing running around in neon armor anyway? You're practically wearing a goddamn homing beacon that's screaming "Shoot me in the head because I refuse to wear a fucking helmet!" Zaeed adds, as if his input is wanted or helpful.

Miranda scoffs, "You're one to talk about risk taking and professionalism."

Whatever offensive thing Zaeed was going to answer with is cut off by a stern look from the doctor.

"Everyone, please be quiet. You've been bickering since you came back from Omega," Karin helpfully cuts in. "There's not enough brandy in the galaxy to deal with you three arguing. Now, we're going to do something about this before it comes to blows and I have to patch you all up."

"I'd fucking kick both of your asses," Frankie boasts with a short laugh.

Zaeed and Miranda look at Commander Shepard with that sort of exasperated stare that says, "I am so tired of your shit." Even Chakwas is shaking her head.

"Commander, please," she says not unwarmly. "Now, I want each of you to say one thing you like about each other."

Everyone groans, except for Miranda who has a tense customer service smile spread across her face. Her eyes tell a different story.

An awkward moment passes before a wicked sort of grin spreads across Frankie's face. "Zaeed, I like you-"

"Everyone knows you like my ass, Shepard. You won't shut up about it. Try somethin' else."

Commander Shepard huffs, "Fine. Zaeed, I appreciate your keen battle instincts and that you're a good aim. Thank you for catching that vorcha in the eyeball before I took a rocket to the head."

"See, Commander, that wasn't so bad, now was it? Who's next?" Karin asks, not noticing the middle finger Frankie has surreptitiously raised towards the bounty hunter.

"Fran-"

"Call me 'Francine' if you want to find out how much of my boot can fit up your ass, Miranda."

"Frankie, while I often disagree with your methods, I do like your approach to problem solving. It is very unique, but no less effective," Miranda says genuinely, after correcting her misstep.

Frankie smirks, "Thanks, it's all the cranial trauma that makes me like this."

"Wouldn't be a problem if you'd wear a helmet," Zaeed grumbles under his breath.

With that, everyone looks at grimacing mercenary. "What's that, old man? Pretty sure you're supposed to be complimenting me, not critiquing my gear," Shepard teases.

Zaeed very purposefully turns towards Miranda, expertly ignoring Frankie. Who deserves to be ignored right now, if everyone's being fucking honest. "Miranda, you have the sort of no nonsense leadership style that's in short supply these days." Both he and Miranda look sideways at Commander Shepard, who is too busy chewing on one of her fingernails to give a shit about whatever it is Zaeed is implying.

"Thank you, Massani," Operative Lawson responds with a humble nod of her head. "Your ability to adapt under pressure is both admirable and much needed on this mission."

The three non-commanders turn to look at Commander Shepard, who is really just going to town on that fingernail, like it owes her money. Karin clears her throat and Frankie looks up like she got caught with her hand in the cookie jar. "What? Oh, right, my turn now. Miranda, since saying that you look bangin' in that bodysuit probably isn't the kind of thing I'm supposed to say to the head of HR, I'll say that I really appreciate your confidence. You're good and you know it."

"Thank you, Commander."

All eyes fall on Zaeed again, he is leaning back on the folding chair with his arms crossed until the front legs lift up. "Alright, Frankie," he says with a smirk. "I like your ass."

Frankie laughs so hard she snorts and nearly falls out of her chair.

Miranda simply gets up and leaves.

Dr. Chakwas reaches blindly for the bottle of brandy Frankie just bought for her.

[satureja13]

Next morning in Copperdale. Jeb is already on his way to San Myshuno to meet Jack. Team Home Improvement is going to restore Guidry's office (which had been destroyed when Morgan and Leander fought over Vlad's dead body...).

Francine and Vlad still try to clear Vlad's mind from Ji Ho's influence so it will be easier/safer to cut the Bond... But Vlad thinks he already made good progress. The bond abandoned him anyway after he tried to bond with Morgan. So it should be easy, right? So Francine made a test: Vlad is ready to cut the Bond when he is able to cuddle Malfoy, the evil rooster.

Malfoy can sense any kind of magical interferences. And Malfoy says: a big no! Francine: "I thought so! Let's proceed!" Poor Vlad is so fed up with all this weird stuff they want him to do... Nothing of it makes any sense to him! What do massages and yoga and a rooster have to do with his ability to cut the bond?

So they went over to the séance table. Francine is trying to help him through with some guidance from the other side...

Francine: "Vlad - try harder! Fight against it! Think of the Siren's Spell! The danger this Bond puts you all in! The Council!" Vlad: "I try my best... but Ji Ho's spell is so strong!"

Francine: "Ach! We have to rely on Rubyn and Leander then -.- There is still hope, don't worry. Especially Leander is very eager to help to cut the bond... as far as i can see here in the crystal ball..." Vlad: "Is he going to touch Ji Ho again?"

Francine: "Sure. You must admit, this was very sucessful - given your reaction. The pain you felt shows that you are not ready to let go."

Vlad: "I shall double my efforts!"

He is so not ready...

'… A fine line's between fate and destiny Do you believe in the things that were just meant to be? When you tell me the stories of your quest for me Picturesque is the picture you paint effortlessly And as our energies mix and begin to multiply Everyday situations, they start to simplify So things will never be the same between you and I We intertwined our life forces and now we're unified'

Things will never be the same again - Melanie C (from the Spice Girls)

From the Beginning  ~  Underwater Love ~  Latest

The 'Disbandment of the Group' Chapter from the beginning -> here

[hummingbird-of-light]

Against All Odds

Part 299

McCoy

McCoy was exhausted and miserable when he finally followed Spock off the shuttle. He missed Scotty with his whole being and the stress of flying had kept him tense. He collapsed into the car as Spock and Sarek greeted each other and loaded bags.

He let his head fall back and watched the scenery go by from the corner of his eye as they headed for the palace. He’d last been this way with Scotty at his side and the distance between them was nearly suffocating. Spock spoke quietly with his father in the front seats, but McCoy ignored them.

McCoy’s fingers brushed the ring in his hand. He was sure Scotty must have had at least one laugh at how continuously his ring had lit up. McCoy had been unable to stop himself twisting and turning his hands together during the flight.

Leah was waiting when they pulled up in front of the palace steps. She had been waiting when he had returned from school as well. She had been doing an excellent job as acting sovereign the last few weeks. And as much as he was glad to see her, he had expected Father to greet him.

“Hello Leonard,” Leah said, stepping forward to embrace him. “Welcome back Spock,” she called over McCoy’s shoulder.

“Hi. Where’s Father?” McCoy asked.

“I’m fine, thanks,” Leah pretended to pout.

McCoy rolled his eyes at his sister. She grabbed his arm and they began to walk.

“Dr. Boyce still wants him to take some things easy. He’s waiting inside.”

McCoy nodded. “How’s being queen?”

“Somehow, the same as I imagined and completely different.”

“And everything is alright with you and Robbie?”

Leah turned her head to look at him. “Yes.”

“Where are we going?” McCoy asked as they entered the palace and passed by Father’s normal office.

“They’re upstairs. Mother’s been reading to him lots lately. They just sit together and read.”

McCoy smiled at the thought of his parents doing the same things he and Scotty liked to do. He had left the book with Scotty. He had read it before and knew how it ended.

Leah knocked before opening the door to their mother’s study.

“Oh Leonard!” Eleanor exclaimed, setting a book aside before jumping to her feet. She moved quickly to McCoy and hugged him tightly.

“Hi,” he managed to get out around his mother’s arms.

“I want to know everything!” Eleanor said, stroking her hands over McCoy’s face.

“I’ve got some work to finish,” Leah said. She leaned in for another hug with McCoy. “I want to talk later,” she whispered in his ear.

“Leah has been doing a fine job,” David said from beside Eleanor.

McCoy stepped forward and embraced him. He couldn’t stop a single shuddering cry as he hugged his father. Everything he had felt when Leah had first told him of David’s heart attack came flooding back. He felt David’s arms tighten around him.

“I’m alright Leonard,” David soothed. “I’m getting stronger.”

“Come sit dear,” said Eleanor, when McCoy let go of his father, “tell us everything. How was it? You had fun?”

Part 300

Scotty

The drive back home was awful. Scotty couldn’t help but think of Leonard. Would he really be okay? What if something happened? What if the shuttle got hijacked? Or attacked?

Alright, he knew that that was nonsense, but there was a slight chance of something like that happening!

It only calmed Scotty to see the constant blinking of his ring.

Leonard was thinking of him. Leonard was okay. But Leonard was probably also anxious about flying.

From time to time Scotty pressed his own ring to let his boyfriend know he was there for him.

At home Robbie was waiting for his brother and Jim. He had already pre-chosen a few movies to watch to distract the two lovers from their loss.

Scotty was really grateful for it. He knew that he needed to get his mind on other things than Leonard. At least until he could call the prince at home.

So they watched a nice action movie together and then got downstairs for dinner.

Francine had brought some fast food with her. She didn’t have much time to cook on that day and she knew that neither Scotty nor Jim would be in the mood for cooking.

“What are ye lads up to tomorrow?” Scotty’s mother asked, trying to cheer them up.

“I thought that we could go to the pool once more. This time with ye too, Scotty?” Robbie asked and the older Scott brother nodded absentmindedly.

Leonard had written him a message while they were watching the movie, saying that he had arrived at home safely and that he’d call later on.

Scotty couldn’t wait to see Leonard’s face again.

“We could go in the morning when there are less people,” Jim suggested and Scotty agreed.

“Aye, sounds good.”

When dinner was finished, Robbie and Francine offered to do the dishes so that Scotty and Jim could call certain someones.

Scotty got into his room, jumped onto the couch and unlocked his PADD.

There was a new message from Keenser, saying that he wanted to return to school as soon as possible. His mother was probably still annoying him.

And there was a message from Khan.

*Hello Scotty, are you and Leonard okay? A lot has happened during summer break. I hope that you got through it together.*

Scotty thought about what Leonard would say. He’d be annoyed by the message and question. Obviously.

Still, Scotty wrote that he was fine and that he couldn’t talk for Leonard, but that they helped each other a lot.

Just when he had sent the message, a call came in.

“Leonard!”

Scotty smiled brightly as he saw his love. The boy looked exhausted but happy too.

“How are ye? How is everything at home?”

[daddyd0nt]

Why are you so proud of being a sexual deviant?

We aren't talking about rape roleplay or intense violence that causes injury, we are talking about some light choking (nothing worse than what my friends and i would do to get a head rush at sleepovers in 5th grade after we learned about it on Dr Phil) and mild spanking (light red marks, no welts or broken skin). The only time there is broken skin is some very shallow knife tomfoolery but nothing compared to what Id do to myself.

If that is sexual deviancy to you I would like to congratulate you on your first day on the internet.

Wasn't there an American Dad episode with this exact plot, where Francine was into spanking and Stan called her a pervert and sent her off to live in the woods?

We have plenty of lovely soft missionary sex, much more often than we include any sort of tom and jerry nonsense, but thanks to our arrangement I have not cut myself in months and only had two clawing incidents all year. Im not gong to give up one of the few crutches of harm reduction keeping me from going completely off the deep end in the name of keeping my politics pure. Practical harm reduction is more important to me than political theory. The crossed wires in my brain that make pain feel good are not a political statement. I used to smash my head on the bars of my crib/on walls as an infant for the endorphin high, Ive literally been self harming in one way or another since before I was weened off the nipple. Im probably never going to stop but recruiting my partner to make sure things don't get out of control is at least a little safer than being left to my own devices.

[ryantavey]

Title: American Mom - Episode: "Lesbian Love and Adopted Adventures"

INT. SMITH LIVING ROOM - DAY

The Smith household is bustling with activity. Stan Smith, a strong and independent woman, and Francine, her loving partner, are busy preparing breakfast. They are both in their forties, with Stan having a no-nonsense attitude and Francine radiating warmth and charisma. Their two adopted children, Hayley and Steve, are teenagers who embody the quirks of their parents.

STAN

(Stirring a pot)

Francine, have you seen my favorite spatula? I can't seem to find it anywhere.

FRANCINE

(Smiling)

Oh, Stan, you always misplace things. It's in the drawer labeled "Stan's Special Spatula."

Stan rolls her eyes and pulls out the spatula from the drawer. Hayley, a passionate activist, enters the room, carrying a stack of flyers.

HAYLEY

Hey, Moms! I need to distribute these flyers for the climate change rally at school. Can you help me?

STAN

(Checking her watch)

We'd love to, Hayley, but we have our annual arlesnian potluck tonight. You know how much your mom loves her arlesnian cuisine.

FRANCINE

(Excited)

Oh, yes! The arlesnian potluck. I can't wait to show off my famous vegan borscht.

STEVE

(Entering the room)

Did someone say potluck? That means I can finally bring my world-famous mac and cheese!

The family shares a laugh as they continue with their morning routine.

INT. SCHOOL HALLWAY - DAY

Hayley walks through the hallways of her high school, handing out flyers to her classmates. She spots her friend, Jeff, and rushes towards him.

HAYLEY

(Handing him a flyer)

Jeff, you have to come to the rally. We need to take action against climate change!

JEFF

(Smiling)

Of course, Hayley! I'm always up for saving the planet.

INT. SMITH LIVING ROOM - EVENING

The Smith household is transformed into an arlesnian paradise. The dining table is adorned with traditional arlesnian dishes while Stan and Francine put the finishing touches on their culinary creations. The doorbell rings, and the family eagerly welcomes their arlesnian friends.

INT. SMITH LIVING ROOM - LATER

The arlesnian potluck is in full swing. The room is filled with laughter and conversation as everyone enjoys the delicious food. Stan and Francine share a private moment near the kitchen.

STAN

(Whispering)

I'm so glad we adopted Hayley and Steve. Our family is truly one-of-a-kind.

FRANCINE

(Nodding)

Absolutely, Stan. Our love knows no bounds, just like our family.

They share a tender kiss and return to the party.

INT. SMITH KITCHEN - LATER

Hayley and Steve sit at the kitchen table, savoring their favorite arlesnian dishes.

HAYLEY

You know, Steve, it's amazing to see how different cultures can come together through food.

STEVE

(Smiling)

Yeah, and it's even better when it's our moms' cooking.

They high-five each other, reveling in their unique

[iukasylvie]

Bai Jin: Had been good friends with Francine and remembered her love of clowns and entertainers

Bai Yin: Replaced his contempt for Francine with a new, equally nonsense contempt for puppetry, which was his clan's business, physically and emotionally abandoned his younger brother, and hypocritically created the first puppet for battle

Karakuri Circus: Sidelines all of Bai Yin's faults and influence on his younger brother and overemphasizes Bai Jin's obsession with Francine

[lboogie1906]

Marsha Francine Warfield (born March 5, 1954) is an actress and comedian. She grew up on Chicago's South Side, graduating from Calumet High School. She is known for her 1986–92 role as Roz Russell on Night Court. She was the tough, no-nonsense bailiff in Judge Stone's court. She starred in the sitcom Empty Nest as Dr. Maxine Douglas (1993–95). Before Night Court, she was a writer and performer on the short-lived Richard Pryor Show. She appeared in feature films such as DC Cab and Mask, hosted The Marsha Warfield Show for ten months, and has made guest appearances on many television shows, including Riptide, Family Ties, Clueless, Cheers, Living Single, In Living Color, Moesha and Touched by an Angel. She has done stand-up comedy including appearances on The Comedy Shop television series. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence #womenhistorymonth https://www.instagram.com/p/CpaG7OErIj4/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[geeonheart09]

I HATE THE SUPREME COURT OF TWITTER

I won't be surprised if this post gets a screenshot again

So, someone screenshotted my dead twitter. good. because I'll never EVER setting my foot on that platform ever again because they are bunch of morons who think they're superior but honestly they are bunch of hormonal teenagers who have no life because they are wasting their time on the internet. Hating me yet they still talk about me. It doesn't make any sense

But at least they finally censored my name because... Hello data privacy act.

Also, if you like an artist to win, don't drag another artist down just to lift your idol. Both artists are good. Don't feel so superior because it's quite contrary because your idol said that stuff before and yet you don't apply it. Seems contrary and hypocritical.

But that is their opinion, this is the internet. There are a lot people giving their opinions but you never asked their opinions in the first place. I have nothing to do to change their opinion. Engagement is still engagement. Bad publicity is still publicity and it still get likes and there are people will agree to them and when you disagree to them, it feels like being burned alive but in reality it's just people smashing on their keyboard.

Life is too short for this kind of nonsense tbh. Go outside and water your plants, talk to your friends (if you have one) go do your job or maybe do your homework.

If your idols knew about this, (which probably not because they are busy people) they will not be happy dragging other artist down, dragging other fandoms down, dragging people down.

also, if you disagree in one certain topic, you can just diplomatically and privately talk to them. Not like acting like an elementary kid "look at them they did this" blah blah blah. NETTIQUETTE people NETTIQUETTE. And by mean private, don't post your private conversation because as far as I can remember, posting a private conversation is against the law and you can be fined or get imprisoned.

ending this rant by this quotes (Because this will never end if I keep on ranting about this pettiness) :

End of rant that I've been doing since 2016 (I guess)

also: leave my tumblr alone. If u dont like my posts here, block me or maybe interact with me so I could block you.