#a very hyper specific shitpost

[simayeeet]

if the "leader" mystics just had some more scenes together casually, this is the energy i would expect from them

[newwavesylviaplath]

can't believe there are legit still people out there talking shit about me rn like.. i'm in bed eating a cookie from panera and watching a cartoon about talking animals going to group therapy.. i'm literally harmless stop wasting ur breath

[genericpuff]

in the wake of LO ending, especially over the next three weeks as the FP updates become free, this is your public service reminder from a fellow anti that you should be following tumblr / fandom etiquette and keeping antiLO/critical LO posts to their respective tags (#antiloreolympus , #antilo, #locritical, #loreolympuscritical) as best as you can

yes, it's our own responsibility to curate our online experiences by following the accounts we like and blocking the accounts we don't, and using the general search bar on tumblr absolutely opens you up to the inevitable risk of seeing something you don't wanna see, but we as the critical side of the fandom should be doing what we can to make it easier for people to curate by labelling our criticisms / shitposts / etc. about LO with the correct tags ! this ensures that if someone doesn't want to see anti/critical stuff, they can do their part to block those tags and don't have to worry about it leaking into the general tags. I don't think it's that big of a reach to expect that general fandom tags will contain content from, y'know... people who are still genuine fans and not talking shit LOL

And yes, this is why you will not see me ever using the general loreolympus tags when posting my own critical essays or Rekindled. Obviously what you decide to tag your stuff with is on you, but I'm gonna ask y'all to please remember NOT to use general loreolympus tags when reblogging my stuff!! that's not to say my content is entirely off-limits to fans of the comic (we actually do have people in the Rekindled community who enjoy both!), but what I do here obviously isn't tailored specifically to general fans of the comic and the general LO tags are what those fans are using to find content from other fans, not hyper-driven maniacal anti's like myself ╭( ･ㅂ･)و

Just because it's no longer an unpopular opinion to rag on LO doesn't mean our slice of the fandom is now the whole pie. It's easy to think when you spend so much time in the critical part of the fandom that LO is somehow "dead" but like, there is still very much a dedicated fanbase to this comic and it still has some of the highest stats on the platform. We can't in good faith complain about fans coming into our spaces complaining about criticism existing if we're not gonna follow the rules of etiquette and label our stuff properly. And hey, at the very least if we properly tag things and they still find it from journeying into the anti/critical tags, then that's on them at that point. We don't have to take that "stop being such a meanie to two-time-Eisner-winning NYT bestselling creator Rachel Smythe" shtick from anyone, but we do gotta be willing to respect the lines that are drawn in the sand so that we don't tear each other apart over this dumbass webcomic LOL

[liquidorcard]

Hey fam we're gunna inact in some sinful behavior again and get real for a sec here on the shitposting blog so TW: Discussion of substance abuse, mental health issues, SA, etc.

You may have noticed I took a bit of a break from posting for a bit. It wasn't entirely due to Lily's "junkie" rant here, but it was partially responsible.

A lot about Lily high key cheeses my biscuits, I've made that pretty clear. Lily and I have a . . . Strange amount in common in some regards. I'm a trans person myself, I come from a similar, shall we say, "dysfunctional home environment" Lily does. We're even both Canadian, close enough in age I grew up with a lot of the exact same regional-specific media she did. We've had some other life experiences in common.

With that said, Lily's almost like the evil funhouse mirror version of my life. I was sexually assaulted for the first time at basically the exact same age Courtney was. Lily reminds me very much of my first partner, who physically, emotionally and sexually abused me. Unlike Lily, I am from an actual multi-racial family and have had the somewhat unique experiences and gotten the somewhat unique perspective of being a white person partially influenced and organically adopted into more predominantly POC culture. I've had to come to terms with my own white privilege and the ways Western colonialism has influenced me on a level far more personal than it would be for someone from a more monoracial and monocultural family than mine. While also coming to terms with and accepting the ways my family has been judged and discriminated against for being so blended.

There's also just the fact that Lily seems to (I wonder if, on some level, intentionally) act like the alt-right caricature of a progressive leftist in the most performative way imaginable, while also clearly not actually being left-wing at all. My pet theory is that the only thing stopping Lily from going full Blaire White MAGA butt monkey is that her pride can't take it. Being treated like a useful idiot for the right to "prove" they're not bigots while treating her with open hostility in every other regard. So she's as "leftist" as she needs to be to get the 12 year olds she's trying to court on her side because they don't know any better. While being profoundly anti-labor, pro-capitalist. Even though the only reason why the alt-right hyper focus on identity politic bullshit like that is becayse it's a wedge issue that allows them to skirt around talking about actual policy.

There's also just the fact that someone can be so, confidently, shit-eating levels of wrong and stupid about the most asinine things. I actually work professionally in the fields Lily has decided her opinions are worth vomiting out into the ether. Fields people in general are way too comfortable speaking with authority on shit they know absolutely nothing about-- but Lily is for sure a special case.

Point is: I'm very used to Lily making me go into turbo big upsetti spaghetti mode. I've been aware of her for YEARS. I'm over it . . . Until I'm not.

I've alluded to it a few times already: I'm a recovered drug user, though I've struggled with general substance abuse and impulse control issues for longer. Particularly because of untreated mental health issues like C-PTSD, a dissociative disorder, gender dysphoria and ADHD. Particularly because of untreated physical health issues that just a few years ago almost killed me. Issues that caused me significant pain, mental distress, and slowly worsening disability since I was 11 years old. Went totally untreated until they came close to taking my life. It's no coincidence that I started stealing my parent's booze when I was around 12 or 13 years old.

The worst, ugliest, most humiliating aspects of yourself? Addiction will put them front and center. It will cause you to do things, act in ways, find out things about yourself you're never going to be able to unknow. You have to live with for the rest of your life.

You're aware of it-- the whole time. What a fucking creature you've become. How you are hurting the people closest to you. It's not fun. The whole time, you want to stop. But you can't. You don't know why you just can't control yourself, what you're supposed to do. You're afraid of asking for help out of fear of judgement or punishment. Drugs are mostly decriminalized in Canada and still, if someone just took access away from my poison of choice and sent me on my way with no further help--- I would have just walked into traffic.

The worst of my issues happened due to some absolutely insane levels of medical irresponsibility that I won't fully get into because they're too long to explain. But I will tell you that, already aware I had substance abuse issues, I *explicitly warned* the doctor who prescribed me the medication that I didn't feel I could be responsible to be put on anything addictive. She assured me it was not. Spoiler altert: it was addictive. A lot of addicts descent into rock bottom beginning with something they were prescribed.

Drug companies will put in these "anti-abuse" measures into otherwise addictive substances that it takes half a brain cell to circumvent. Just take my word for it.

I overdosed at least once, maybe twice on the drug I was originally prescribed. Alone. By some insane luck I survived both times without getting further medical treatment. But as I built up a tolerance what I was originally prescribed wasn't the *only thing* I ended up abusing in that period of my life. I was going to die if I didn't do something soon, and I knew it.

I was lucky. My sister drove two cities over after a night shift to my rescue and quite literally set me on the road to saving my life. My doctor was compassionate enough to allow me to get off of what I was originally addicted to at my own pace, and correctly identified I needed a medication overhaul to do so. My older brother made sure I wasn't dying of dehydration or starvation during my detox period and made sure to do the daily tasks I didn't have the mental capacity to do at that time aswell. Without them I wouldn't be here today.

NOT EVERY DRUG USER IS AS FORTUNATE AS ME, HOWEVER. And even then, recovery is not a straight line, or as simple as having certain substances kept away. It's a demon you'll be fighting the rest of your life, in many instances. Mine included. Part of getting off the harmful substances I was was getting a prescription to Adderall, as I was partially self-medicating for. Something my doctor still monitors me with to ensure I'm not falling back into bad habits with. Something Lily is CURRENTLY bitching about not being able to get a prescription for-- I wonder why, Lily.

I have now gone through THREE surgeries without painkillers. And in one particularly awful incident, was treated rather cruelly by the medical staff over refusing to take them. To quote, of all things, fucking Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardugo, "if you live with pain long enough, you learn to enjoy the taste." But nothing is like the nightmare of chemical dependence. Pain is immaterial to that kind of hell.

I know Lily is saying this bullshit just to vaguepost about Courtney, but I don't care. Fuck her. Fuck her for daring to judge me, and those like me. That she was that comfortable being this vile about the matter publically should give you a good indication as to how comfortable even other people are to talking down to addicts.

She wouldn't have survived the shit I went through. I dare her to try. She's way too much of a little piss baby to crawl her way out of that kind of suffering.

I know this is a meme page, but I refuse to be ashamed of talking about it. If anyone would like some more information about my experience or has questions as to why Lily's opinion on the matter is dogshit and vile, feel free to dm me or send me an ask. I'll make it clear why Lily is fucking scum for having the balls to say this publically. I'll make her regret it.

[fawnnfiction]

Who is he? No, seriously. He's not supposed to be here. He just showed up one day and said he's "Jyushimatsu."

I present, dear Tumblr, something I like to call "hyper-specific, self-indulgent shitpost that only I will find funny." I command you all to revel in the cringe with me.

I've been getting back into Osomatsu-san very hard, and Poppy Playtime's Smiling Critters still hold my attention at gunpoint.

So, naturally, Jyushimatsu is now part of the Smiling Critters cartoon. How did he get there? Jyushimatsu. How will he fit in with the others? He'll figure it out.

[medics-secret-shipfic-folder]

gosh!!!i recently stumbled across this blog and let me just say i couldn’t be happier that i did!! your art and fic are both so amazing (and you might of single handedly gotten me obsessed with cmedic, i absolutely LOVE how you characterize him istg), but i wish you luck in future fic and art endeavors! i managed to binge your fic and it has my heart absolutely gripping for more.

i can and will obsess and draw the 4 main boys forever now,

thank you :)))

(*also ps* - if you have anymore cute or sweet headcannons about these boys i would love to hear them)

Eyy! Happy to hear more people are finding my fanfic! Honestly, I started writing TBTF as a giant shitpost but I genuinely wasn't expecting it to get so much attention!

Also YES! MORE PEOPLE LIKING CMEDIC! Out of all the characters I've written, Cmedic is arguably the one I've put the most effort into because...well, he HAS no character. He was seen in a single frame of the comic, so I HAD to make a personality for him from whole cloth if I wanted him to be a protagonist.

I genuinely love how he's coming along.

As for headcanons:

Medic is Jewish and carries around a Star of David his mother gave him. While not as religious as his family, he still holds onto it to remind him of where he came from.

Cmedic is Haitian America, but was born in Connecticut. He and his father are practitioners of Haitian Vodou. They specifically worship Maman Bridgette, a loa of death and a protector of cemeteries.

In addition, Cmedic has a unique view of death because of his upbringing. Maman Bridgette is a reminder that death is not to be feared, but respected as the natural conclusion of life. Her purpose is to tend to the dead and remind the living to cherish their time on Earth and live each day to the fullest (This will be a MAJOR plotpoint later)

Cheavy was born and raised in Oregon. Cheavy had a very rough childhood with an abusive, hyper-religious father and siblings who constantly pinned bad behavior on him to avoid their father's ire. Cheavy has a very poor relationship to his family and cut off all ties with them sometime after joining BLU.

Despite this, Cheavy remains in contact with his mother, who was the only person in his childhood who actually cared about him. Cheavy learned how to bake and knit from her, but he could never pursue these hobbies because of his father's rigid idea of gender roles.

Heavy's father actually sought out the help of a certain mafia when he was rebelling against the Soviet government. This mafia apparently remains in contact with Heavy's family years after his father's death, but neither Heavy nor his sisters know about this. Heavy's mother kept the truth under tight wraps, but the truth will come out in a few chapters >:]

While Cheavy and Cmedic can both pinpoint the exact date when Cmedic disappeared from the team, neither of them can actually remember what happened that night. Apparently both of them have repressed the memory...

[ray-jaaay]

ABOUT RAY-JAAAY-VT

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SALUTATIONS!~

Heyyo Freindo! My name is Ray Jaaay, and I’m a demonic glitch virus that lives in the world wide web! I like long walks along interesting websites, eating messy food, listening (and hyper fixating) to music like Gorillaz and doing this thing called streaming-where I play games/draw on twitch.com! (peeps really like it)

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Ray lore?

As a simplified background of myself, I Ray Jaaay came from the Mariana Web...a place of pure infinite possibilities destined to gather souls into this webscape... with the help of my manager/static dad Statice, however times have changed so I can gather souls through subs and glitch bitties as alternatives for miracles!

Rays come in all shapes and sizes! As a viral glitch I possess many vessel models! Ray can fit in any screen or program given enough time! I'd like to consider myself as a harmless viral virus... So please don't try to firewall me or install virus cleaning software~

(that shit fuckin horts~)

Because of my body vessels technically virtual-most freindos have coined the term Vtuber for me...which honestly is so cool! You can see my alternate forms here~

All Ray designs are cannon as each module vessel has a base code variable to create infinite proportions and infinite types. So there can be Neko Rays, Cyborgs and many different media forms you peeps like!

There is something happening here involving my past and my interesting upbringing...soon. So If you like Lore, stay connected~

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Some identification

My birth is on 02/16/2000

I use She/her AND they/them pronouns and consider myself a genderfluid type, as I don’t fully align with the whole binary gender thing, I’m a glitch! I can be whatever I wanna be!~

(and if you ask what sex I am, the answer is that I am the sexy one having the sexiest sex all the time so thank you very much)

I also am a bisexual on the attraction scale! Because both is good~

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My Vtuber Group, Vsekai

I’m in a very supercool Vtuber group known as Vsekai , with other Vtuber members like:

Koeda: a Mama Bee

Pixels: an clock time traveler

Bird: a bird with magical properties

You can see other members in the official group here!

My Oshi marks are 🖥️👿

My followers are known as Bemons or Friends whichever you're comfy with and here below are my tags!

#InternetDemon For general Ray things

#Freindofanart The official Fan art tag

#Horniartz The official...lewd Fan art tag

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About this blog

In this specific blog I’m going to post Ray related lore and other things that inspire or reflect the Ray™️ vibes as a whole! However if your lookin for a more refined gremlin-like blog with shitposts galore seek my other blog internet-d3mon because its where all things random. I also have another blog dedicated to my love of Gorillaz known as demon-faze, if that suits your fancy!

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Having that out of the way enjoy the blogsite!

[tboybot]

i have learned the hard way this week that sometimes, over generalizing shitposts that are from a pretty personal lens are going to get run though a hundred more lenses and that I should probably either be hyper specific or just open myself up to discourse. I mean this with zero intended snark, truly.

intent: very literal. older gen x Facebook friends made a bunch of smug posts that personally annoyed me because they presented a very pop-feminism level of analysis and I have the context of them skating with bio essentialism anyways, so I roll my eyes extra hard. also very annoying that they ignored the women who have indeed taken the trip. I personally know the people who made these posts! that colors my experience. The person reading this right now does not. A shitpost is born all half baked.

consequence: lots of variations of hearing this user doesn’t Do Feminism. No!! I am just trans and personally hurt by randoms on Facebook who have repeatedly failed me as an ally. Boring! Very boring! should not post

anyways. lesson learned!!!!!!!!

If y’all want to know how the liberal Facebook Xoomers are handling this, I’ve already seen four posts that you can reduce down to “notice there is no WOMAN in the submergablebissle, because our sisterhood and vagina magic would NEVER cause us to make such a brash choice” so yeah their class analysis is coming along great

[mendely]

roman catholic priest owners: this is the rev. father james iglesias, he came to our parish two years ago. he is a diocesan priest and and is currently in residence at the church of the holy trinity. we feed him the finest vatican-grade unleavened sacramental bread and red wine

methodist pastor owners: this is dave he likes grape fanta

[bigskydreaming]

ANYWAY.

Current mood is contemplating an AU wherein Boone (yes that Boone, its been too long since a Dick and Boone shitpost so off we goooooooo) anyway, so AU wherein he graduates from his League of Shadows training around the same time Dick becomes Nightwing, and since I headcanon Boone having known who Dick really is for years because he’s not a complete dumbass and Dick Grayson is a fairly high profile figure and it doesn’t take a genius to look at a picture of him and recognize him as “aka Freddy Lloyd,” I mean, they did live together for weeks or even months.....

POINT IS, so Boone is all done with his training and sees Nightwing bigwigging it up with the Titans and then sees there’s a new Robin in Gotham, and all these thoughts come together in a perfect storm for Boone to be like LETS PLAY “WHAT IF I GO FUCK WITH FREDDY!”

SO. In this AU Nightwing and Shrike’s confrontation slash reunion happens before he ever moves to Bludhaven to be a solo act and when he’s still based out of New York, and actually takes place in Gotham during a period when Bruce is out of town on an extended mission or something, as this Shrike figure starts stalking Robin and Jason is like UMM HELP GIRL, I mean not that I need it CUZ I DON’T, but like if you want to come help with this weirdo I guess that’d be alright, we could hang, its cool.

So Dick trainsurfs down to Gotham all quick like a bunny and is like waaaaaait a minute, this guy calls himself Shrike? That’s weirdly specific, I knew another Shrike once......and Jason’s like maybe this is the same guy? And Dick’s just all umm no, he’s dead. He like, died and stuff. He made like a corpsicle. Definitely not him, its gotta be someone else....oh fucking hell, its Boone. Of course its Boone. Why did it have to be Boone?

And Jason’s like who the fuck is Boone?

Dick shushes him distractedly. Nobody. There is no Boone, only Zuul. Eat your vegetables.

Jason: You are the weirdest person alive, and that’s saying a lot, I live with Bruce. What is going on right now?

Dick: Nothing? *examines himself in a mirror that is actually just a broken piece of window glass procured from yon surrounding rooftops* Hey how does my hair look? Is it wavy enough? I feel like it could be more wavy.

Jason: Is your hair - what? Dude, is this Boone guy like your ex-boyfriend or something?

Dick: Please. As if. He wishes. Also I knew him when we were like twelve. Or eleven. Maybe ten. I forget. It was definitely pre-pubescent though.

Jason: That’s not a denial.

Dick: Its also not an admission and also stop being smart and insightful, its rude and I did not ask. Besides, its not like I’m trying to look good for Boone, eww, he’s a loser, I would never. I’m just trying to look BETTER than him.

Jason: Ahh. Well. That’s different then.

Dick: See? You get it.

Jason: Not even a little bit. If this is what puberty does to you I want no part in it.

Dick: Too late. Its already begun. I spy hairs on your chinny-chin-chin.

Jason: What kind of bizarre Three Little Pigs segue is.....who ARE you right now?

Dick: Stop victim-blaming me for my discombobulation! I haven’t seen Boone in years and he could be here any second now and he already has the lead, I can not let him confront me in a state less than poised, suave and sophisticated, its just the RULES.

Jason: Well you’re off to a stellar start. Why is it so important you win this whatever this is with whomever Boone is and also are you still going to therapy? I feel like maybe not and maybe that was a mistake.

Dick: You’re a terrible little brother, just the worst. And okay, look. Its complicated, see. I met Boone at a very specific time in my life when both of us were kinda floundering in that verb kinda way, not like the Little Mermaid kinda way.

Jason: Stop using similes. I’m begging you. It hurts.

Dick: THE POINT IS......we were both.....kinda lost, at the time. Aimless. Looking for purpose. And one of the things we both ended up kinda turning to in search of that purpose was like.....our natural competitiveness.

Jason: Wait. You’re competitive? You? OMG THIS IS BRAND NEW INFORMATION.

Dick: I hate you. You are a blight upon the wheatfields of my soul. NOW IF YOU’LL EXCUSE ME, I WAS MONOLOGUING. Okay. So. Boone and I, we kinda fell into this cycle of eternal competition, that was intensified by us not really having anything else that was OURS at the time, so it became sorta like....the only thing that mattered? If that makes sense?

Jason: Weirdly, that’s the first thing you’ve said all night that DOES make any sense. Okay. I’m keeping up. Continue.

Dick: So it was like constant one-upmanship. If I snuck in somewhere without a trace, he had to sneak in better. If he was unmoved by being surrounded by dead bodies and gore, I had to be more unmoved. If I escaped from a deathtrap in half the time expected, he had to halve that when it was his turn, and if he made it through an obstacle course while bleeding from a leg I had to beat him while bleeding from both legs, look it was this whole thing.

Jason: Wait, and you knew this guy when you were ten? Where the fuck did you two even MEET? Jason Voorhees’ Little Daycamp of Horrors?

Dick: ANYWAY. The point is everything is about competition with us, it always has been, and like, he’s the only person who was ever able to keep up with me at least at the time and just like I was the same for him, and so we hated each other because we were both mad at the world back then and hated everybody and everything, especially the one and only other guy who kept showing us up, but at the same time, we were closer to each other than anyone else in the world at the time because we were the only ones on each other’s same page and able to stay on that same page so there was like.....weird solidarity in that? Idk. I TOLD YOU IT WAS COMPLICATED.

Jason: No, its okay, I get it. So what happened?

Dick: Oh, our mentor died and Boone thought it was all my fault. His name was Shrike too and given that Boone’s here now and calling himself Shrike, I’m guessing he still does.

Jason: .....uh huh. Was it your fault?

Dick: Only a little bit! It was mostly gravity. That bitch.

Jason: Ooookay, not touching that one. So. In conclusion: he’s.....here to kill you then? Or he’s not here to kill you then.....?

Dick: Oh he’s here to kill me, but ONLY if he can beat me first. If he can’t beat me, then no, he’s not here to kill me, just whine, wangst and moan at me.

Jason: And by beat you, you mean at.....having wavy hair?

Dick: At EVERYTHING. Ugh, were you even paying attention?

Jason: Oh yeah. I’m SO glad we cleared all this up. Next time, just simplify and explain he’s your childhood frenemy turned actual nemesis.

Dick: Huh. Yeah, y’know what, that does pretty much cover it....

Jason: Who you totally want to bone due to unresolved and conflicting feelings stemming from your brief but intense time together in your formative years as well as and compounded by your neurotic obsessive attraction to hyper-competent individuals who challenge you on physical, mental and emotional and even moral levels.

Dick: What the....a) you’re wrong, b) STOP STEALING MY PSYCH TEXTBOOKS and c) you could not BE more wrong.

Jason: Your hair looks flat and lackluster. He’s totally gonna beat you there.

Dick: You’re the actual worst. 

[mindfulbrat]

saw a TikTok today of a grown ass woman crying bc she finally got to see & hug Goofy at Disney World again and the emotional relationships people have with these fur characters is so weird like

1) it sucks that this video was reposted on some hyper ironic shitpost IG ccount to laugh at this poor woman who’s just trying to have fun at Disney like let ppl like the parks & be childish while experiencing them that’s kinda the whole point of Disney World? Plus the cast members love that shit it makes their whole day I promise that was probably the highlight of the week for whatever 6’ twink was friends with Goofy that day.

2) it reminded me that, beyond these kinds of embarrassing hyper-earnest but very wholesome character interactions that ppl love to make fun of, how many ppl I knew in entertainment who talked about getting sexually harassed on stage. Like Stormtroopers, Goofy, and Pluto specifically all have the same height requirement & so are often friends with the same set of quasi-tall entertainment gays and these guys have *stories* like apparently all the Disney girls and grandmas are dying to get some Disney dog dick or cop a feel on a Stormtrooper. It’d be hilarious if there wasn’t some queen behind that mask who’s day was just ruined.

[hotdogmchiggin]

This blog is like 100% mouthwashing right now sorry. I do not control the speed at which hyper fixation

I AM FIGHTING ART BLOCK KICKING AND SCREAMING WE'LL SEE WHO WINS.

This is a general blog that includes a little bit of everything. I like things like Transformers, Kid Icarus (PLEASE PLAY KID ICARUS UPRISING), Gorillaz, Nintendo, Jojo’s whacky escapades, Ace Attorney, pokemon/submas, Mouthwashing [game], etc. so expect to see that kinda stuff.

I DRAW!! Been busy with a big project lately so not able to do too much drawing, but I keep my art under #myart, will probably mostly be like shitposts and doodles since I’m using this blog as my casual, low-stakes art avenue. But I’ll post some nicer things too ☆〜（ゝ。∂) Thank you in advance for reblogging and checking out me art.

Everything’s mostly SFW but will have curse words and potentially some suggestive jokes. I try to tag every post I reblog so hopefully shouldnt be too hard to pick out certain characters and content. I also try to tag general triggers like spiders, bugs, eye contact, flashing, etc, (the tags for those is just #[word], so spiders is just “#spiders”). I also reblog political stuff and tag that accordingly (US politics are specifically tagged, I know politics can be very US focused). YIPPPPPEEEEEEE I like tags <3

Oh yeah also i made my shitty header while learning how to use clo3D. They’re just default fashion avatars so they’re all in their undies. i just lose my shit every time i look at it

[slasherbastard]

Hey! I just found your blog recently, but I want to quickly say that I really love your writing!! You’re so talented and good at eliciting emotions! Your work has inspired me to get back into writing as well and you seem super nice! Keep doing what you’re doing!! ❤️ I’m not sure if matchups are still open, feel free to ignore this if they’re closed! But I hope you’re having a good day today! I’ll put my matchup info below:

I’m a gay trans man and I’m like 5’0” lmaoo I love playing guitar, listening to rock/metal music, and drawing! I’m not sure if it’s relevant but I have Bipolar Disorder and PTSD, and I like collecting bones/dead things hahaha! As for my appearance, I like wearing colorful/weird stuff! Like heart shaped glasses, shirts with weird images/text on them, rainbow socks… I’m kind of a fashion disaster lmao but it makes me happy! I have short, dark, curly hair and tan skin and I kind of have a baby face lol! For personality, I’m mostly quiet, but I get very passionate about certain things, especially the things that I like! I love joking around and being lighthearted! I’m pretty chill, but I’ve been told I’m a little scary when I’m angry hahaha! I’m super physically affectionate and I struggle with separation anxiety with people I really care about! I can be kind of protective too! And uhh yeah! I think that’s it!! I hope this isn’t excessive! Thank you so much in advance! Again, I hope you’re having a good day today! ❤️❤️

First of all I nearly cried reading the note, ahh thank you so much you’re so nice! Sorry this took forever to write-

I pair you with 

Chop Top Sawyer!

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The two of you are a real team. You’re more laid back and chill while Choptop is loud and crazy, you both go together perfectly. Seriously, even your interests match up nicely. You like collecting bones and dead things? One of the perks of dating a cannibal and living in the middle of rural texas is that there’s bound to be bones just lying around somewhere. Expect Chop Top to bring you human bones from his family’s previous victims, but if you’re not cool with collecting human bones then he’ll take you out to look for animal carcasses. You like jokes? So does Chop! He’s probably really into really bad jokes as well as dad jokes - also a few dirty ones if you’re okay with that. 

Chop Top has PTSD too so he understands what it’s like but he doesn’t understand what you’ve specifically gone through. If you’re comfortable speaking about it with him then he’s all ears. He himself doesn’t really like to talk about the war, but he might if he’s feeling a bit vulnerable. He isn’t very educated on bipolar disorder so if you’re ever feeling overwhelmed or having a depressive episode, Chop Top is one of those people who cries when he sees other people cry so if you’re ever upset you may have to end up comforting him, but he’ll also try to get your mind off of those negative thoughts and try to tell you the dumb jokes that you told him that made him nearly fall over laughing. When you’re feeling more hyper he will keep a closer eye on you just to make sure you don’t get yourself hurt - he may be a sadist but he’s also a gentleman, sort of. Also he’s perfectly fine with you being trans! He doesn’t think any less of you and won’t let anyone treat you badly or misgender you . He is very supportive but he will need you to educate him more on the topic.

Chop Top loves your style since it’s close to his but a little move evolved and he will probably take inspiration from you and try to steal your clothes and if none of them fit him he will steal your sunglasses. Also he doesn’t understand half of your shirts but he still thinks they’re funny - you definitely would’ve had to make a lot of them yourself since this is the 70s, and Chop Top would 100% want to match with you. Your wardrobe is full of bright colours and shitposts (do you like those shirts with oddly specific texts on them? Because that’s all I can think about). Imagine Drayton trying to figure out what the hell your shirts mean. “Never underestimate a man who was born in July and plays the guitar and is terrified of their aunt, and does everything they can to avoid her at family gatherings- What in the goddamn hell is that supposed to mean? What’dya mean there’s worse ones?” Think about it, you and Chop Top laughing your asses off as you both show Drayton your shared collection of weird shirts, congratulations - you’ve broken Drayton. 

Another thing about this rat is that he craves your affection. He’s a very clingy man and that mixed with your physical affection? Heaven to him. The two of you will just lay in bed cuddling for as long as you possibly can before Chop Top needs to get up and deal with his family. Chop Top definitely hates leaving you alone - probably even more than you hate being away from him - but at the end of the day when you guys are reunited, it’s just endless kissing and cuddling until you fall asleep. On the topic of affection, Chop Top loves nicknames - he also likes it when you call him Bobby.

[grittyreadsfic]

eye emoji what are your jackty fics about? if you’re comfy talking about them ofc

tbh if you wanna know i’m happy to talk about them! i do feel a little weird talking about my own fic on here since this is supposed to be for reccing (and shitposting, ig), but i also made this account so i wouldn’t have to talk about fic on main lmao, so i’m gonna stick it below the cut

so i have four that have various amounts done for them, and i give everything temporary titles to keep myself organized with planning docs and writing docs, so i’ll break them down by that!

a dizzy mess of everything: i will say that i’m almost fully certain i’m gonna end up actually naming this “the ocean grew hands to hold me” but it’s a summer boardwalk au i’m working on for the hockey rarepair summer fest-it’s very much got the vibes of a ya coming of age summer novel (if you’ve read any of sarah dessen’s beach set books). it kind of centers around the idea of coming to terms with the unknown/things you can’t control during a time when things in your life are changing (i am writing jack as nonbinary in it, which is fun for me, personally)

the sound under your tongue: this fic exists because of the maine releasing sticky and my personal need to have ty texting gally to ask if hooking up with a teammate is a bad idea. it’s very much a fwb fic where jack no homos his way into a romance

coffee shop soundtrack: this is an au where jack is a barista and in his senior year of nursing school and ty is still on the devils and frequents the coffee shop jack works at. i haven’t quite sorted out how i want to do it, and i have to look into the timeline of when exactly they played each other in world juniors, but it’s mostly a cute, sweet little coffee shop au.

if memory serves i’m addicted to words and they’re useless: i have like 2k of world building for this one but it’s a magical realism concept where if someone says something about you and means it, it can show up on your skin. it’s a split perspective between the two of them, and kind of deals with how you’re perceived and who you are and the distinction between those two selves. it’s also what i jokingly call my jack gender thesis because i like to write the hyper specific content i want. jack’s always had an abundance of words, and ty’s always been sparse, and it kind of is meant to explore how those different experiences shape them and their relationships to words. it’s uhhhh my most intense one so i’ve done very little actual writing but i think about it a lot and i’ve explored the narrative i wanna accomplish with some of the words

[keepcopinghoe]

catch up pt.1

quick rundown of what’s been going on with me

ramo is the first guy that i’ve consistently and personally interacted with since about 2018 and definitely the first guy who actually around my age that i’ve formed a relatively close bond with. i think it’s for this reason that i’m so attached to him. he frequently described himself as an incel (ironically tho) and i think his last actually non-paid-for sexual relationship was back in 2017. so i stupidly assumed that i was the only girl in his life that he was actually close with and this delusion i think in many ways also is what build the foundation behind the inexplicable quasi-infatuation that i have now.

 on 06th june he told me about some girl that was part of his i***c*** discord which i already knew he was a part of since ages ago. i asked about her and he said she was from lithuania and that he was pissed off because some other guy was orbiting her which immediately set off alarm bells to me since there’s legit no reason to get pissy that someone else is orbiting a girl unless you like her yourself. he also said some shit to me which i think was unintentionally (or maybe intentionally?) hurtful, about how he could easily afford my prices and that i sell myself way below the market rate (both true but still). i think it’s both these things happening at the same time which particularly stung: ramo orbiting some e-girl who is involved in the same interests and hobbies to a greater extent than i am and also the emphasis that i’m a whore (and a cheap one at that) who no one would ever really consider as a serious dating prospect if they knew anything about my history.

i told him shortly after than i didn’t want to see him for a month or so, making up the excuse that it was because i was gonna be too busy. this is partially true cus i did initially have the plan to work every single day until the date of my breast augmentation/lift surgery which would be 25th june, earning like £700 a day in profit if i worked very hard. that didn’t quite come to fruition because there was some guy who booked with me that left a negative review on UKP which led to a fussilade of criticism from various users about me being a power-tripping time waster who frequently ghosted clients. this is kinda true except the power-tripping part; my timewasting is a direct result of substance abuse problems which is a direct result of whoring myself out to men that i often find unattractive. all in the preceding week (i met ramo on a sunday and this shit happened the following week).

two separate people passive aggressively threatened to send me another negative review over text, i have to provide a discounted rate to two of my regulars due to consistantly missing bookings, someone left me a negative review under my AW profile (which they did through sending a booking request that i didn’t confirm) saying that my service had declined massively over the last few months and that it was like ‘fucking a zombie’ and the final night of working on thursday (10/06), i saw this guy who has followed me under various aliases i’ve had in the past (jade/sana/etc.) and that i last meant at kingston premier inn in like june 2019. would have been a nice blast from the past in some respect but i made a stupid retarded decision to do coke with him - i then sniffed poppers which was retarded as well because poppers are a stimulant and speeds the heart up even further which i didn’t really know at the time. i then got super paranoid that i was gonna have a heart attack and kept telling the client in question to ensure that he call an ambulance if i collapsed, which i’m sure really got him in the mood. his name was james and i stupidly told him my real name. he couldn’t come and i felt like shit because i knew he didn’t enjoy himself - he told me in his mind that he had kind of ‘built’ the meeting up and i suppose it must have fallen massively short of his expectations. it is what it is.

i couldn’t sleep really at all due to the coke. i had several meetings arranged for the next day on friday with regulars all of which i cancelled. i just couldn’t continue on with the same routine of waking up in the morning feeling disgusting because i keep eating junk food delivery, doing an enema, getting drunk and just getting fucked until bedtime even though it was really good money.

i fucked around and went to chinatown on saturday evening and was feeling really happy and relieved about not having to work. i’ve figured that i can just make money after my surgeries and start again under a new profile where i don’t have any negative reviews attached to it and maybe rent out an actual apartment on a monthly basis, since it’d be cheaper than air BnB and i can set things up the way i want. i ate sweet and sour fish and egg fried rice, it was taste (ramo always says that lol).

idk what compelled me to do it but on 14th june, i looked through ramo’s likes on twitter. i think it was because i recalled seeing an obvious girl account in his likes previously - this is something i didn’t really think about at all previously but with the new information he had told me the sunday before, i ended up browsing her account which kind of led to a personal crisis. i found out fairly quickly that this girl was the same one he had referred to on discord (m** on discord, j**** on twitter) simply because there were screencaps on her media referring to the same discord and she was definitely from lithuania. i always assumed that women in these circles were lame and bland tradthots who lacked any kind of constitution beyond mindless pandering to irony poisoned scrotes and genuinely retarded wignats but i was suprised at how immediately endearing this girl appeared even to me, through the internet and as someone i have every reason to feel petty resentment towards.

her shitposts were funny and while she is edgy, she has an underlying sweet and kind disposition. her art is shit but cool in its own scrambled way. she’s also apparently only 16 so it’s understandable - i was a lot more cringe at her age and just as shit at art.

the feeling of inadequacy was overwhelming since in addition to being an actual whore, i’m super cringe, lame and normie compared to her. it made completely sense that ramo would orbit a girl like this and i’ve since completely re-evaluated my position and meaning in his life. it’s a good thing that my cope of feelings of intense inadequacy is to launch myself into a phase of hyper-productivity - i kept practicing drawing (apeing her in a way ig since i recently had kind of given up on drawing), fasting, reading, etc. to try and overcome how worthless and self-loathing i felt at being the unwitting basis of comparison to a young girl who was better than me in every conceivable manner. i even listened to msg 3.

i was in so much pain over this that i couldn’t listen to songs which reminded me of ramo (any i****c*** but specifically drug approved and also temptation) and when i did, i just felt anger at my position and a weird resentment towards him. worth mentioning than ramo had sent me a weird bootycall kind of text sometime before then which came across as really crash, so that made me feel even more devalued. 

this is already super long so i’m gonna follow up with a pt. 2 later or maybe edit.

[vardasvapors]

Can you elaborate on your tag about ‘depression being a good flex for badly-written female characters’? I’m not sure I understand what sense of flex means here

gadhbdghgf do i know what that sense of flex means tho? uh so when i tagged that i was thinking for the more specific phenomenon that happens in some long-running serialized genres where a female character is introduced as having a lot of very concentrated personality and unique traits, and generally initiates a lot of actions on her own or at least reacts to events in a way that obstructs or diverts the flow of events in such a way that contributes to building the shape or sequence of the plot of the story. but then, as time goes on, she becomes more and more like, smoothed out, as it were. she stops initiating actions and taking up space, the flow of scenes never stops and eddies around her, or when it does it’s in a hyper-generic way where whatever she did or said could have been said by any other character, even if she had always been a reaction-heavy and not initiative-heavy figure, she’s now more like a flat smooth stone at the bottom of the river instead of a boulder that causes the flow of events to make noise and splash and catch the attention like a brook. and general all her personality traits fade out in such a way that makes it feel like she’s not really present, the cross-section of her character that actually shows up in whatever scene she is in becomes very thin and small, and any bursts of presence she does have deflate and fade very quickly like an untied balloon.

the doylist explanation for this is always lazy and sexist writing where the writer doesn’t know how to build on the character as installments/arcs keep coming and doesn’t care enough to put in the effort, and doesn’t feel like female characters need much substance or verisimilitude or like ‘actual consistency with how they an individual person used to be’ to justify their presence as a generic-girl plot device, even if the writer totally initially designed her with plenty of substance! but if you’re looking for watsonian explanations — why in-universe would a character who canonically did and said xyz extremely un-bland things in the past that can’t be denied because the plot would have been different if she hadn’t, become so thin and flat and washed out over time — everything in that first paragraph is literally an IRL symptom of depression experienced by IRL ppl.

i tend to like this better as a fan thing in most cases than merely ‘resistantly denying that the character has become bland at all’ (though occasionally the latter works), because the latter often isn’t possible to do without a level of self-consciousness and defensiveness that makes eg writing fic/making jokes and shitposts/doing meta while aggressively filling in/painstakingly mining/talking around the blandness feel more forced and tortured, compared to doing the same with other characters. of course sometimes this effect actually Does affect basically the whole cast not just female character X and in that case it’s less asymmetrical, but also this is just......a good narrative take? canon writers who write depression by accident often write it better than when they try to do it on purpose lol