#am I just dumb and illiterate?

[kickbutts-singsongs]

Guys

Tenko and Eri are parallels

TENKO AND ERI ARE PARALLELS

TENKO AND ERI ARE PARALLELSSSSSSS

Let’s compare.

Tenko:

Has a (potentially) destructive quirk

Was abused and treated harshly

Killed member(s) of their family with their quirk

Needed a hero (needed saving)

Red eyes

Eri:

Has a (potentially) destructive quirk

Was abused and treated harshly

Killed member(s) of their family with their quirk

Needed a hero (needed saving)

Red eyes

But for all their similarities, what separates them is the people that “saved” them; the first people that showed each of them kindness, did so for two very different reasons.

For Tenko, he was acknowledged and taken in by someone that had ulterior motives, someone that had plans for him and intended to mold him into something that he wasn’t. And this involved utilizing Tenko’s trauma instead of healing it.

The man that “saved” Tenko didn’t see a scared, lost child that needed protection; he saw the perfect model for his future successor; he saw a puppet.

But for Eri, she was brought in by Midoriya and Co., people that genuinely wanted the best for her. They slowly helped her work through her trauma, and helped her with her quirk—and not for their own gain, but to help her learn to safely control it.

The people that saved Eri saw a scared, imprisoned child that needed rescue, and so they rescued her.

If we put Eri in Tenko’s place, in AFO’s hands, I believe that her story would have gone the same as Tenko’s, with Eri being manipulated and turned into a weapon of mass destruction.

But I also believe, from the bottom of my heart, that if Tenko were somehow found by Midoriya—when no one else saw him, and all hope seemed lost—I truly believe that Tenko would’ve healed just as Eri has.

I used to dislike the Overhaul arc. I thought the tone of it didn’t match the rest of the manga (fighting destiny? changing fate? feels a bit more magical), and although I adored Eri, I just couldn’t see her as being much more than a plot device for rewinding things (and of course, the cute factor she brought into every scene was unmatched).

But upon seeing her in the latest chapter (415), this revelation hit me like a ton of bricks, and honestly, I can’t believe I didn’t see it sooner; she’s basically the blueprint for Midoriya’s rescue of Shigaraki.

[eerna]

Once again I am screaming at the sky bc I appreciate the way the book dealt with Todd and Viola growing to care about each other so much, and both the adaptations decided to make it weird instead

[jesse-cosay]

I literally didn't say they weren't issues he also had 💛 All my meta posts are dramatic in how I write them 💛 I'm sorry I didn't word everything incredibly carefully 💛 Totally my bad guys 💛

[seventh-district]

not even gonna tag this properly bc i don't wanna get Involved but i do have some Thoughts i need to get out into the void so here we go

(aaa quick edit: CW for mention/discussion of Boothill leaks)

[senpaipsy-bdog]

look, this is not a defence of the current system of the capitalist hellscape, but i see a lot of anarchists who regularly make very valid criticisms of the number of horrible people in the world (billionaires, conservatives, religious fanatics etc.), but their political views can be summed up as "if we just get rid of the government and the law, everyone will just be good and nice and help each other, and no one will do anything bad ever again :)". like, what's going to stop the racists, homophobes, transphobes and other bigots from just using that lawlessness to commit violent hate crimes without consequence? am i missing something? is there some part of the plan that's supposed to stop that from happening?

and no, i am not going to use the bullshit "humans are inherently selfish" argument conservatives like to use. humans are individuals. every single person is different. i'm sure there would be a lot of people more than willing to engage in mutually supporting one another because it is the right thing to do. there are a lot of good people in the world. but there are also a lot of bad people.

[itsrlymine]

Instead of helping people here, you are just being rude to them, you say manifesting is easy but you make it difficult for people by saying a thousand different things. When a person doesn't try the same method as you, you treat them as if they committed a crime. Who are you? Just because you manifest what they want (?) makes people take your words seriously and you like it. If manifesting is so easy, why do they treat you like a god? What, do I have to have a success story that can't even be proven to be true in order to be taken seriously? When people persist for a long time but don't get what they want, instead of helping them, you say "you're not persistent" (even though they are persistent) and this is the funniest thing I've ever heard in my life 😂😂. You just talk nonsense on your account and think you're getting somewhere. I'm also curiously waiting to see how you respond to what I wrote. Now you can have a great time with your followers who worship you. Being rude won't take you anywhere. You're just talking nonsense and bullying people under the name of "tough love". I am manifesting the downfall of you and your ilk. This community really sucks

You're literally dumb as fuck. How have I said a thousand different things? I’m always saying to decide you have what you want bc you are the creator and everything comes from you so whatever “method” you use won’t matter until you know who you are. Then all the methods are free reign.

You sent this long ass paragraph on anon as if you ate me up. I have countless posts on here about how I’ve been helping others and you want to act like I’m being mean to everyone. If you’re mad I gave you a response you didn’t like, ask a better question next time.

What methods have I told people to use that I get upset about if they don’t??? People come here all the time and talk about the different methods they use to get what they want even when it’s not something I’ve done before. Does it matter?? No. They got what they wanted so I don’t care how it happened.

Who tf treats me like a God on this page??? When people thank me for getting their shit, I tell them every single time that they did it, not me.

You’re illiterate as fuck if you think I make people worship me on this page. I constantly stress the fact that all you need to manifest is yourself and no one else. I haven’t even mentioned my name once on here bc it’s not important. What’s important is everyone knowing they can have what they want now bc it’s already theirs.

Being rude has helped me help people in entirely different countries and communities I would have never reached if I didn’t start. Being rude has allowed others to see the power they have within. Being rude got me over 3k followers in a month bitch. Being rude gets my pussy ate and f*cked every night. If you want a successful manifesting blog, just manifest one like I did like??????

I’ve never told anyone they aren’t persistent. You are just a cunt that can’t read.

If telling someone to shut up and stop complaining bc they already have everything is considered bullying…… How tf do y'all survive in life with real people???? You're curious to see how i respond as if I'm gonna cry and tell you not to wish bad on me. You are literally talking shit on anon...... You can't manifest shit for me.

This community “sucks” because you do. Everyone is you pushed out babe💖💗

also who am i?? bitch you know me more than i know you. you're on my page let's remember that. unless revision is difficult for you to understand then my bad.

also happy one month anniversary to this page!!! i love y'all fr!

[lemon-tree-in-paperbag]

Are you fucking stupid? How tf are individual artists from Russia, often ones who are oppressed by Putin's regime themselves eg because they're queer (as many people on tumblr are including one of the Russian artists whom I know personally) responsible for the actions of their government? Obviously I stand with Ukraine but you CANNOT use a dictator's actions as an excuse for xenophobia. That's bullshit

Hey! You are so brave for writing this anonymously☹️☹️💗

So umm, here's the thing! I am not a xenophobe! I am a victim of genocide that is being committed against my country and my people! Against me too!

And hey! I can hate my agressor! Because THEY are destroying my home and because of them my life was ruined! Wanna know how? I had to leave my home forever! I had to live under russian occupation, had to sit at home for three whole months, had to turn off every light as soon as the it got dark outside! I had to live in the cold ass basement! I hate to sleep sitting up for several days in a row with my nervous dog in my hands and i could do it only when my mom wasn't asleep!

I had to watch russian occupants in the eye when i was leaving my hometown, again, for like... forever!😚

I had to hear shelling every night and day! I had to hide my ukrainian language in my phone and delete all of my information from my phone so i wouldn't get shot!!!

I would think how am i, a 15 year old, will be saving my brother, if something happens to my mom! I would think for every day after that: do i got what it takes? If the russians WERE SHOOTING AT US would i protect my little 10 y.o. brother?

BUT HEEEY of course not all of them are bad! Of course you know some good russians:)

I am not dumb for hating people who fucked me up SO BADLY that i still can't leave my house (which i will have to leave behind, just as my hometown too) that i still get scared at the sound of thunder and planes!

If they are oppressed, please, let them be my guest and do something about it, but i do not fucking care. Queer doesn't equal good, too, actually, so your comment about that doesn't make any sense

Dictators actions didn't kill them! But his actions and their silence OR support kill my people. Hey, do you read news? Yesterday a man had to bury his whole family because of "dictators actions"

You know what's bullshit? You telling me what i can and can't do, meanwhile i still suffer every day, and my friends and my family too, because of russia

I don't want to know about them, i do not care about them, i don't want to hear about them. In my eyes they made ukrainian's life a living hell. And world doesn't care about this and tries to clear their name

Shut up and listen what victims have to say, you illiterate fuck

Sorry for the rude comment😚 fucking stupid of me to know what's really happening

My dear western friends! Do not act like this individual here:) listen to ukrainians!!

OR if you do think like this anonymous PLEASE DNI, i don't want you here

Xoxo

[eevees-hobbies]

Sext Me Like Ya Mean It - NSFW (Fem!Reader x Haruka Sakura)

Author’s Note: This was inspired by this Haruka Sakura Nendoroid, where he’s blushing and looking at his phone. "But, Eevee, how did a cute little figure inspire a fanfic that’s 8-pages long? " I can’t stress enough how down bad I am for this man. Like I would let him put it in my ***, and I’d  *** his *** off of a plate. And I’m not even fucking sorry about it. I might buy this thing and purchase a *** jar, to be fucking honest. Also, if you see any debauched shit with Haruka, tag me cuz I’m Jonesing (I’m dead fucking serious). 

Synopsis: Sakura and technology don’t mix, and now you’re telling him there’s this thing called sexting?! It’s a no from him…unless you can convince him that sexting can be fun for all involved! How will you manage to do that? I dare ya to guess.

Content Warning: Fem!Reader x Haruka Sakura. Sexting in the form of text and video, Togame sees your breast, masturbation for you, public masturbation for Sakura, pet names including kitten, sir, and daddy. Tis smut. Minors Do Not Interact.

Word Count: 2.7K

Dividers by Saradika. Banner by me.

“What’s…sexting?” 

Sakura looks defeated as he poses the question. He had just grasped the concept of texting, and now you were throwing more terminology his way?

You shake your head, amused that someone who grew up in the age of smartphones is so pop-culture illiterate. “Sexting is just texting, except we send sexier, more suggestive messages through words, gifs, or pictures. It’s really hot.”

Sakura runs a hand through his dichromatic black and white tresses, “that sounds dumb and not sexy.” 

Even saying the word sexy has a persistent shade of pink stretching over cheeks. 

“Don’t knock it until you give it a try, Sakura! Anyway, have fun with Suo and Nirei tonight.” You give him a peck on the cheek, which results in a grumble and him pulling you in for a kiss on the lips.

You couldn’t stop thinking about your earlier conversation with Sakura. He was always so quick to disregard things he didn’t think he would be good at. 

You can think of all the times you suggested something new: baking, binge-watching Bridgerton, and volunteering at a cat cafe, and how all those things were immediately met with complaints from your boyfriend. 

It wasn’t until you forced his hand by involving him in those activities that he started to warm up to being someone who can bake a mean cake, enjoy a good cuddle session while enjoying the latest season of Bridgerton, and is actually a talented cat-whisperer.

So much like those situations, a little push might be warranted. 

You pick up your phone, enter the passcode, and flick past the home screen displaying a picture of you leaning up to kiss the chin of a blushing, scowling Sakura. 

Across town, Sakura sits at a bar with Nirei and Suo—a bar is usually not their typical meet-up place, but it’s Togame’s birthday, and they needed a venue that could accommodate the size of all the rowdy Bofurin and Shishtoren alums. It also doesn’t help that Kotoha also said, “Fuck. No.” to hosting the party at Cafe Pothos.

A light buzz vibrates in Sakura’s pocket; he leans over, pulls his phone from the back of his jeans, and looks at the screen. He’s pleasantly surprised to see a message from you; he thought you’d be half asleep by now.

God, I miss her. Hope she hasn’t started a new episode of Bridgerton without me.

As he taps on the text bubble icon to open the message, his eyes squint, needing some time to take in the message and then re-read it.

8:20 PM: Hey, baby. I miss you. Thinking of you sooooo much.

His heart thumps aggressively in his chest—a common result of simply thinking about you—as he stares at the text before him, already overthinking what he should send, but you beat him with a follow-up message. 

I hate back-to-back texts. Never have time to respond. 

8:22 PM: I’m lying in bed. Don’t worry…not watching our fave shows without you, kitten. 

He rolls his eyes at the pet name you gave him. You told him that he looks like an angry kitten when he scrunches his nose and bears his teeth. Wiith little complaint from Sakura, the pet name stuck. It’s so stupid and emasculating, but he kind of loves it. 

“You ok, Sakura? You’ve been staring at your phone for like five minutes.”

Sakura looks up at Nirei. “O-oh uh, yeah. Just texting.”

Suo looks over Sakura’s shoulder, trying to peak at his phone screen, “but you aren’t typing anything?”

Sakura tilts the phone away from his friends’ nosey eyes. Your conversations with each other are personal for him, and he’s committed to keeping you all to himself.

“Stop being fucking nosey!” he growls. Sakura decides this is becoming too much of a hassle, but as soon as he’s about to put his phone away, he receives another text from you.

He pauses to consider that he could wait until he is alone to read your messages, but who knows how long that would be? What if you needed something? He would be pissed at himself if he missed an opportunity to do something for you. He decides that the risk of getting caught being called a pet name by his girlfriend isn’t that big of a deal, so he flips his phone over to read your latest commentary. 

8:25 PM: Read receipts are on, so I know you’re looking at your phone. Party must suck.

What the fuck is a read receipt? 

8:26 PM: A read receipt means I can see that you’ve looked at the text message. 

He smiles, loving how you can read his mind even when you’re not physically in front of each other. He’s almost ready to make a pass at typing those exact thoughts out until the following message has him clutching the phone to his chest out of fear that someone could read it over his shoulder. 

8:28 PM: I think I’m…ovulating? I have this craaaazy desire to lick your balls all the way to the tip of your dick, kitten. 

Sakura gradually pulls the phone away from his chest, checking that Nirei and Suo are too engrossed in their conversation to notice the deep-set blush on his cheeks and how he’s peaking at the phone through his fingers. 

His thoughts are frantic; he has so many questions about a situation that he’s never been in before. Why would you send something so filthy through your phone? What is he supposed to do about any of this information when he’s so far away? 

8:30 PM: I’m drooling just thinking about it, baby. Remember when you fucked my face so hard that my hair had my drool in it? I want you to do that again. Fuck my cute little mouth. 

“Ok, this is ridiculous.” A hand reaches past Sakura’s face and takes the phone from his grasp. Sakura immediately stands up, the barstool he was sitting on making a loud scraping sound as it drags against the floor.

But the perpetrator is tall, and Sakura may have beaten his ass before, but they’re friends now, and it’s looked down upon to abuse your friends. 

Togame looks down at Sakura, shaking his head. “You’ve been on your phone every time I look over at ya. What is more important than spending time with me on my birthday?” He punctuates each syllable with a swing of Sakura’s phone.

Suo, ever the instigator, happily chimes in. “He’s texting Y/N!”

“Oh?” Togame’s brows furrow as he looks around the bar, realizing he hasn’t seen you all night. “Hey, yeah, your shadow is missing.”

In what feels like slow-motion, which it probably is because it’s Togame we’re talking about, Sakura watches as Togame’s eyes look down at the screen. He watches as emerald irises quickly scan the text—obviously a faster reader than Sakura—and his eyes widen. 

“Well, damn. That’s hot.”

Another text comes in to Togame’s delight. He lets out a whistle and hands the phone back over to Sakura.

“You sure you know what to do with a girl like that? I could take her off your hands.”

Sakura shoots him a murderous look; his fists clench as he steps toe-to-toe with him. “Wanna run that by me again?”

Togame chuckles, knowing that look in Sakura’s eyes. It was only a few years ago that he and Shishitoren had inspired that same look, which resulted in Sakura and Togame becoming close and saving his best friend’s life.

But somehow, the look Sakura harbors is more intense—protective—now than back then, and it’s all because of you. Togame fully believes that Sakura would be willing to swing on him for you and to protect your honor. Relenting, Togame pats his head, “Kidding. Y'all are cute together.”

Sakura looks down at the phone, curious to see what you’ve sent this time and what Togame glimpsed. What he sees is somehow worse than you calling him kitten or saying you want to gargle his balls down the back of your throat—it’s far worse. 

This time, you sent an image of you in front of a mirror, clad in only your bra and panties, legs folded underneath you as you pulled a bra cup down, exposing your breast.

His eyes dart up to Togame and down to his phone in quick succession, short-circuiting in a matter of seconds. 

Togame chuckles at Sakura’s reaction, “Yeah, she’s real pretty. Lucky guy.”

As Togame shuffles off with the image of your full breast sitting heavily on his mind and wondering what it would feel like for that same breast to sit heavily on his tongue—Sakura stomps off to the bathroom in hopes of regaining his composure.

Suo and Nirei exchange shrugs, assuming Sakura is experiencing one of his usual moods.

Sakura enters the furthest stall from the door and immediately texts you, with your picture still sitting enticingly at the top of his messages.

8:35 PM: Togame just saw that picture. 

Elipses in a bubble appear on the screen, signifying that you’re in the middle of typing. While he waits, he can’t help but look at the picture you sent, his thumb rubbing over your dark, perky nipple as he swallows thickly at the bulge straining against his jeans. 

8:37 PM: What did he say? Did he like it lol?

Sakura shakes his head. You are a ridiculously massive pain in his ass sometimes, but you’re also so…hot. 

8:39 PM: Send me another picture. But with less clothes. 

His heart is once again pounding in his chest, hoping you comply with little to no backtalk for once. He doesn’t even care that people are shuffling in and out of the bathroom as his foot taps against the shiny tile of the floor in impatience.

Another image appears on his phone in what feels like an eternity. This time, your legs are bent in front of you, with two fingers spreading your folds, allowing him to see every bit of your sex in the reflection of the mirror.

Before Sakura knows it, his hand is reaching down into his pants and palming his hard dick while zooming into the picture, inspecting every inch of you that he’s already previously committed to memory. His eyes dart over your clit, that cute little nub that makes you grip his hair as he sucks and licks at it. His eyes move down as he zooms into the image as much as it will allow, looking at your tight hole, which, despite image quality, he can tell is already shining with thick moisture that gives it that glazed, glistening look that makes his mouth water. 

Sakura unbuckles his belt, letting it drag his pants and boxers to his ankles. 

8:43 PM: Baby? Where’d you go? Or should I be saying hi to Togame instead?

Sakura grunts, not realizing that the logistics of sexting and jerking off can be so troublesome—you really have been teaching him a lot. He picks up his phone and shoots you another text.

8:45 PM: Shut up. Keep going. I like what I’m seeing. 

8:45 PM: Yes, sir.

His cock twitches at your use of that honorific. Yeah, being called kitten is lovely when you’re being sweet, but he also likes it when you call him sir or daddy when your naughty side comes out.

Sakura goes back to stroking himself and looking at the previous picture you sent him. The message is pushed up as you send a new image; he doesn’t have to scroll far to see something that makes him leak precum onto the toilet seat below him.

You’ve moved away from the mirror and are lying on the bed; your soft, thick thighs spread far enough to give him a clear view of the two fingers you have shoved in your pretty pussy. He can tell by the white coating near your knuckles that you must have been pumping the absolute hell out of her. 

His mind is racing. Were you thinking about him as you finger fucked yourself? What did you imagine him doing to you? How close were you, and could you hold off until he got home? 

Sakura squeezes his eyes shut, feeling like this entire experience is overloading his senses. He had just learned how to text, and now he’s sexting you? And you’re sending the dirtiest, filthiest messages to him as he jerks off in a public bathroom during his friend’s birthday party?

What the actual fuck..

He licks the palm of his hand and brings it down to stroke himself, imagining that it’s your slick being rubbed into the pores of his dick. He can’t even manage to start slowly because you’ve already done such an excellent job with these pictures—already making his cock hard to the extent that his balls hurt, and if he doesn’t cum soon, he’ll have to punch someone. 

Sakura begins mumbling under his breath as his strokes quicken and increase in intensity. She’s such a good girl for me. Perfectly needy and so into me. She’s so pretty and sweet, and I’m her Daddy.

He’s picturing you in every single position he’s ever had you in and every position he wants to try in the near future. 

He’s imagining sucking on your nipples, biting them as hard as he’d like to without you squealing that it hurts. 

He’s imagining pinning you underneath him while folding your ankles behind your head so he can hit that spot that makes you squirt on his stomach. 

He’s imagining you begging him to pull the condom off and fuck you raw because you “need every last drop of his baby batter” He shivers at the thought of you saying something so slutty and out of character.

The hand holding his phone vibrates, and he enthusiastically pulls his phone back in front of him. This time, you’ve sent a video; he’s never pressed play so fast in his life. 

The video is shakey, but when it beings to play, it focuses in on you fingering your pussy—-his pussy.

“S-SAKURA, FUCK,” blasts through the speakers as you breathily moan his name and your favorite expletive. 

He quickly lowers the volume but not too much so he can still hear as he presses the speaker to his ear, savoring the sound of your moans and the sound of your fingers being stuffed into your hungry cunt, mixing and squelching your juices noisily for him. 

It reminds him of that ASMR shit that you sometimes listen to–if he could have an ASMR recording of just you, your moans, and the sound your pussy makes for him, he’d listen to it every single day.

Sakura feels his hamstrings tighten and a burning sensation in his abdomen; listening to you is bringing him closer to his orgasm, and it feels like it’s going to be intense. 

God, and everything you were saying was just perfect.

“Your pussy misses you, Daddy.”

“I love the way-”  gasp “love the way you fuck me, baby.”

“Haru, I need you, baby. Please come home.”

“I’m so close, but I can’t cum without you, baby boy.”

“I want to squirt on your dick, sir. Please, please, please.”

Sakura hunches over and lets out a deep, guttural moan that can’t be stopped even as he grits his teeth. His balls clench violently, and his nut shoots out onto the toilet seat, toilet bowl, and on the floor. Even when he thinks that his cum is done spilling from him, more bubbles at his tip and dribbles down the length of his cock and along his knuckles. 

He leans against the stall wall and stares at the mess he made—all over himself and everywhere his airborne spunk could reach.

He’s convinced that he’s never come so hard in his life, and it was all because of you. Fuck! He hasn’t messaged you since you called him sir, and that was—he checks the clock on his phone—ten minutes ago!

He types out a message, sneering in disgust as cum smears on his phone screen.

9:05 PM: I just fucking came. Coming home. Don’t clean yourself up.

9:06 PM: CAME?! In your pants….? Or…?

9:08 PM: SAKURA?!

He doesn’t reply because he’s already on his way home to you.

[machiavelli]

i think i understand it even more now

i think i understand fratricide

[neil-gaiman]

Mr. Gaiman, I'm seriously burnt out. I grew up being constantly praised for my writing skills, but as I've grown older I feel like I've lost the ability to write. Especially in these last few months, words don't flow as naturally as they used to and I get caught up in stupid details, like spelling or grammar. The pressure from the adults in my life (and the school system, obviously) has caused me to lose my passion for writing. I feel, for once in my life, basically illiterate. I'm uninspired-beyond uninspired, even. All of my work feels derivative, and when I do write, like now for example, it's almost by a kind of muscle memory. It's scary, I've been told by my parents that writing is the only thing I have going for me. Mediocre grades, a 'meh' resume: I have nothing else under my belt. And that was okay. That used to be okay, because I knew that they were right. I was good, I was winning poetry contests and filling up notebooks with pretentious, tweenage musings. I was writing incredible songs every single day. I was churning out essays, and vignettes with a kind of consistency I would never dream of even attempting to recreate. But I burnt out, slowly. I didn't notice it, until it became so unbearable I couldn't disregard it anymore. Everything I write is awful. My essays are ramble-y and disorganized, all my songs sound the same. I sit down with the intention of writing something and I stare at that stupid, flickering google-doc mouse icon for hours before giving up completely. I feel dumb. I feel like a shitty replication of someone I used to be. I'm just pretending to be that smart, motivated person. Writing was my whole identity. It was what made me me. So what the am I supposed to do now? What if I can't find that passion again? How do I stop feeling like a fraud?

Maybe you just ran out of things to write about. Stop writing and go and do some living, and find other things to enjoy and other things to make. Get your heart broken. Get fired from a job or two. And one day you'll wake up and have lots of things to say and lots of things to write.

[thedissonantverses]

ur so real for tuning out dumb people because so much criticism is bad faith or people are not as up to date on their DA worldbuilding as they think they are cause shit has been getting retconned since *Origins*

My favorite dumb DAVG discourse is people complaining about how Minrathous/Treviso can’t defend itself from a dragon but somehow Rook + 2 companions can.

And I’m like, my dude, did you play with your eyes close and miss the fact that Rook has the magical MacGuffin the dragons/gilly are after? There is literally a cutscene dedicated to this and about 90% of the story plot revolves around the lyrium dagger lol. Yet people somehow complain about DAVG being dumbed down when they miss the most basic spelled out plot related consequences lol.

how did this fandom get so media illiterate??? Is it the Solasmancers??? Because they seem to be the source of a lot of disinformation.

I think mine is “Why is Rook so nice” lmfao. Also can’t actually blame Solasmancers here!! (Hehehe I mean I’m one so I don’t know what that says about anything) sorry this turned into a bit of an essay but I think it’s important to say.

As much as it’s annoying watch people sanitize Solas in order to make him more palatable as a romance option then complain about the how the lore was sanitized or they game dumbed down, they’re not the only problem hahaha. Though a lot of that is a good example of why you don’t analyze a character via romance first (unless it’s genre appropriate to do so) and a disconnect between how the writers wrote him and what they wanted. (The writers also didn’t write him romance first and that’s a good thing.)

You’re seeing the result of an intentional anti-intellectual streak across the world, parasocialism running rampant, No Child Left Behind in the U.S., COVID, and just generally people relying on shallow and negative critique that doesn’t further your understanding of the material. It’s the Cinemasins style of critique where people are overly negative and don’t realize or don’t care they’re just giving ammo to bigots. It’s happening everywhere I’m afraid.

A good trick for recognizing propaganda(or just grifter bullshit) is asking yourself “oh hey why am I so angry for no reason?” We’re all vulnerable to it I’m afraid. That ability to disconnect from anger is crucial at times right now.

It seems worse from Solasmancers because those are the larger accounts but I’ve seen it from eeeeeeeeeeverybody. Across every fandom. It’s easy to get angry and react rather than slow down and look at the bigger picture ya know? I think there’s a lot of fear in the air and people are hiding behind their video game anger to cope (points at my 44,000 word fanfiction)

One thing that caught my attention is when people equivocate their hatred of Veilguard as moral or intellectual superiority. They’re essentially accusing people who love the game of having “bad politics” when nominally we’re on the same side. That’s a huge red flag and it’s something I’m trying to be mindful of while I figure out what to do about it.

[msbrownwithacrown]

A: Tamlin's the worst.

B: Well actually....

A: Wait. It's just a book.

B: Okay. But you say Tamlin is the worst for xyz. Why am I suddenly the weirdo for showcasing my own xyz defense case of Tamlin, as well as a xyz offense towards Rhysand?

Why am I being pressured to bend to mob mentality? And only being allowed to have Tampon Ref or Tamlins Tears in a Cup merch?

If it's just a book, why am I being called names for my opinions of a fictional character and a fantasy world?

I don't give a shit who you like. 💯

It just gets real effing old to be called illiterate and dumb and misogynistic for defending a fictional character... especially when including the hypocrisy of Rhysand being the same, imo worse than Tamlin when it comes to abuse.

So eff off to the peeps who think they are entitled to controlling MY opinion of a book. My emotions evoked while reading. My interpretation of art.

Thank you very much.

[aguinhac]

I drew berror a lucidia redesign, because I'm still sad he ain't a part of lucidia, I don't care if it makes sense or not, I am adding him to everything I can add him.

In retrospect I shouldn't have drawn him with this pose, consirering... You know, you can't see his glov-

Bonus:

look at him, he so silly.

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⚠️ Warning ⚠️ Someone getting overly upset about spooky scary skeletons below 👇

Ok, first things first, before having the idea for this, I had no idea what “Lucidia” was, I literally though it was the name of the redesign, but then I found out it was a series, I simply though it was just an UT AU, read like two pages, thought “coming from crayon queen this AU must be huge” and decided to just read it later, cause that's something I do sometimes. (still trying to find some time to read fatal error lmao)

One day I was scrolling through ask error trying to find a specific panel for reference cause I was planning a comic, and there were some asks about Lucidia, I read those and found out Lucidia was actually something completely unrelated to Undertale, and that error and fresh would now be their own characters instead of Undertale AUs.

because I am a whiny bitch, that thought scared me and I didn't want to read it anymore, but the voices in my head told me, just cause they are now independent characters is not like they are gonna disappear, and for me to man up and read the thing, so I manned up, read the comic, and there was like 5 pages.

I told myself: there is NO WAY Lucidia is this short, and I decided to search more about it for two reasons: one I had the berror redesign ready cause I made it like a year ago for something else unrelated, but I was willing to change somethings about it, and by knowing more of Lucidia I was hoping I could it make the redesign better, and two, I was curious, I had read a little bit about it but I wanted to learn more, (maybe get some more info about errors?) so I started looking, so I read through some wikis and found- Almost nothing.

But I am a self proclaimed Dreamtale expert, I am used to going through wikis and finding almost jack-shit, so I instead I went directly on crayon queen’s blog, and I guess I found a little bit, but… when I did the Dreamtale comparison, I was not joking, searching Lucidia canon reminded me a lot searching for Dreamtale canon, the key differences being that when I searched for Dreamtale I knew that there was info, It was just scattered around, and I had some idea of what I was looking for because one of the first things you find in joku’s blog is character names, but when looking for Lucidia canon, I had no idea what I was looking for, or how much there was to look for, unlike Dreamtale that everything I learned helped me learn something new, in Lucidia everything I learned made me feel there was less to learn, if this makes any sense.

And even worst, there were moments where this fucking thing called me stupid, not joking, when I am reading through Dreamtale and don't understand something I can give the excuse “I don't speak Spanish” LUCIDIA in the other hand was all written in english, and I still wasn't understanding it, “I couldnt give the I don't speak the language” excuse anymore, it's laughtable the amount of times this series called me illiterate, Let me repeat, A SERIES called me DUMB, A SERIES THAT HASN'T BEEN UPDATED SINCE 2021, CALLED ME STUPID.

I can't say I haven't learned anything about it, I learned about spice named reapers, reaper ranking, proferror and circuit… and that's pretty much it.

Well, I might have wasted my time on an AU that I don't even know if it's canceled or not, and that in the end did not help me design the character, did not teach me about errors, and with such a small amount of info about it, didn't satisfied my curiosity, BUT, reaper x error (a ship that I do not like) became 10X times funnier, so there's that.

[nalyra-dreaming]

Hi Nalyra! To me, Lestat's impulsiveness and his inability to plan are important character-defining traits of his (what's the quote about how he never envisions an end to anything he does?). His plan leading up to and on Murder Night never felt in character to me for this reason. The idea that he knew his family was planning to kill him and he played dumb for months while cooking up his own plan... that doesn't feel like Lestat. Am I way off about this?

I think that is a misconception, yes. (Sorry^^)

Lestat does plan - show and book verse. Yes, he is impulsive, but that does not negate him planning certain things.

For the show: Lestat courts Louis, for months, tracks him, plans ahead to be able to meet him inconspicuously, too. The meeting at the Fairplay itself, the poker game. Months of courting. Fitting the town house to Louis' likes. And so on. Or in the flashback: Lestat is going to Armand's coven with a cross over his shoulder. Meaning he not only clocked their basic setup and fears, no, he got himself a demonstration help as well - and uses it, as planned.

In the books it is maybe a bit more difficult to "see", because Lestat often does not talk about it (in detail). But the renovation of Rue Royal? The building of a lair there? The whole stunt with the axe and Rhoshamandes? All required planning. And are just a few examples. There's also little things, like having rooms with clothes ready, or suites on standby that he can retire to. Trying to lock down his assets and lawyers before he switches bodies. For example.

All of these things (and these are just a few examples!!) - are and require planning.

As with the illiteracy jokes I think this is a thing that is perpetuated through fanon, because people think it funny. Ha ha. But Lestat is neither illiterate nor does he just strut around without thinking. :) Both show and book canon contradict there, and I do think him trying to outsmart Claudia is very much in character. Remember, Claudia and Lestat... are very much alike, more than they like to admit^^.

Also, he likes to downplay his own abilities, which seems to be contradictory, I know, but that is where these misconceptions also come from I think. Even in the last book, he downplays the whole thing with Rhoshamandes, for example.

[just-thoughts-no-vibes]

Can someone take One Piece from power scalers PLEASE?!! I can't deal with people who have invested days of their time into something as long and complex as this anime/manga just to be able to run into every conversation and say "he solos", "a fraud!!!", "he wins tho", etc. Sure, power scaling can be fun but if it's your measurement for the quality of the story or characters then you are dumb as a brick, especially if we are talking about One Piece.

I just saw an edit on tiktok about Vivi and the person who made it said they would like her to rejoin. Makes sense as we all love Vivi and she was the only person we were convinced would join but didn't (If you thought that Bon Clay, Carrot, or Yamato would join I really don't know what to tell you…). And comments were FLOODED with people hating on her because she is weak. I am not joking, this one dude literally said he would drop One Piece if Vivi rejoins because she is a weakling. There were so many comments about her impracticality and weakness, and how Luffy wouldn't benefit from her at all, and I have to ask: Why get involved in discussions about an anime/manga that you obviously haven't watched/read in your life?

I can't even say they weren't paying attention because statements like this go way beyond that. You can't convince me that you've ever seen a second of One Piece and still think that Luffy recruits people based on strength and their utility. I can't believe that someone is so media illiterate that they can watch hundreds of episodes and think that physical strength is the deciding factor for a character's importance and role in a story like this.

I am so sick of people who reduce great stories to just fights when they have so much to offer. And most exhausting of all, they are everywhere! I can't solve this just by blocking them because these people have an undying need to force their opinion always, regardless of the context. In this community, someone can make a tutorial for Franky's hair, and a "dude bro" will emerge from his little stinky lair to say "Zoro solos tho" thinking he's done something significant.

[ceoandslutler]

no way this anti just used the r slur after saying "i AM the righteous person" 😭😭😭

also this is about shota oni, a cute little manga that has yet to contain any explicit sexual content (and i doubt it will)

person reading a manga about a shota and his childhood friend (a teenager): are you illiterate? there is shota in the title. why are you bothering people who read this? just click off!

anti: can you imagine what goes on in the author's brain when they write this, dumb fuck? THOUGHT CRIMES (THAT I AM NOT SURE ACTUALLY OCCUR)

also the obsession with being righteous is actually so pathetic im sorry, imagine unironically saying "im the righteous one" like ok, lets hope you don't get your hands on a death note, good god