#and it's not a reblog so it doesn't go on the reblog blog

[boundwithpurple]

if you're american impcore white i see why there's no support for Gaza on your blog, it doesn't fit your fuckass "aesthetic". go back to ignoring genocide and writing child rape porn you molested freak

well my old blog got shadowbanned because i used the word “palestine” in DMs too much while trying to gather together artists and writers for a fanzine i am editing to raise money for organizations on the ground in gaza (more info to come on this later this summer), so no, i am not ignoring the genocide, i just do my activism in other ways than reblogging tumblr posts to my fandom blog.

[chdarling]

You know, I have been accused more than once of writing Lily as a self-insert (usually by people who hate TLE Lily, which is interesting), and I have always found this rather amusing because while I certainly aspire to Lily's best traits (though rarely achieve them), and as a writer I believe I put some aspect of myself into every POV character, in real life I am not very much like Lily at all.

However, there is some truth to the self-insert criticism, as I was forcibly reminded during my reread of chapter eight. They just picked the wrong character.

Ladies and gents, Remus Lupin:

“The castle?” Remus pulled his gaze from the marvelous Cloak at last. “What’s the castle got to do with it?” James’s grin broadened. “The castle is the whole point, Moony. We’re going to create something that no one in the history of Hogwarts has ever managed.” “My twelfth stress ulcer?”

He is me. I am he.

Alas.

[flowerr44444]

Fair enough with the upper paragraph. If they don't think it's an issue to them then it isn't an issue. It's an issue where im at definitly though so yeah instersectionality is dead pretty much as she said.

Answering, regarding your question (because i don't think whoever they are want to explain the ignorant white girl talking points on a locked post to another white gyn):

"Bro" along with "bruh" is just short-hand for "brother" no matter how the intellectuals spin that those two words didn't factually come from another in culture. If the simplest conotation made by someone uneducated can break that intelectualism apart then it really doesn't work.

Simplest explenation, pretending we have a penis on our foreheads just to interact with other gyns is dumb.

Complicated explenation, in europe along many other other countries outside it, people use gendered language to the max. Think germany where you can't say teacher just like that. You use lehrer(male teacher) or lehrerin(female teacher). Using those in reverse will either be sexist and mocking on extreme to the male or obnoxious sexist bootlicking to the woman unless she asks beforehand to be called lehrer. It's because being called a m*n is a compliment to the masses and being called a woman is an insult.

Some women will go as far as stopping to use female endings while talking about themselves entirely just to be more liked by m*n around them. It's also one of those woman from a countryside thing where they don't get to be included in things unless they conform to general patriarchy sometimes.

It became a big problem because everytime a book/document would be written the patriarchal conformists would default to male terms only and never use mentions of a woman while directly referring to the reader, they also wouldn't give courtesy of neutral language. (This usually discourages female readers unless they need to force it down in public school/university or for skill education. Once you read one book that adresses you as a woman therefore as a real person and not the subject you see a big differance of not being insulted in favour of male. )

It's also a problem because the signs for example in public transport where i live literally call every wheelchair bound person a m*n therefore saying "this is a male space for m*n in wheelchairs". This is literally every bus and train i'm talking about.

So yea, outside the job titles it's very insulting to be completly ignored in a mixed sex group. Eventually get called a different sex directly and knowingly because that implies you being unworthy of public existance as what you were born as. Like "yeah everyone knows you are a girl but dude be a gent and help a fellow hm?" is one of those thinly vailed m*n as a compliment things.

The leftwing feminist party in my country has snowballed this conversation more into the public space from my understanding but it's not made many big changes unfortunely

Imo ig i will die on the hill of "bro" being sexist.

Whatever else, flowerr44444 was never intended as a blog for any other purpose then notes, reblogs, shitposts to collect other posts and follows so i still won't make any Big Post here until i compile what i saved into a coherent whole. I usually use this thing at 3 am, i couldn't care less if im diplomatic enough at that point for the sober

Gyns I’m acc so annoyed wdym I have to now go through ppls blogs to make sure they’re not racist pieces of shit??? LIKE WHAT THE HELL BRO. WHAT HAPPENED TO INTERSECTIONALITY RADFEMS????GYNS. WHAT IS THIS. Radblr is acc pissing me off. I hope that every racist asshole on here pretending to be a radfem gets exposed and reported because EWWWWW. Navigating this community as a WOC is so annoying honestly like why is there so much casual racism??? This is why I stay with my tiny little group of radfem friends because WHAT THE FUDGE.

[sleep-deprived-luka]

Gog au niigo for tonights doodle

[rozzywell]

By the fucking way. By the way. Them.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

Some healing otters for my mum

[dalniente]

STOP dropping trans people's deadnames into the world like they belong there! Do not tell me about your "friend Karla who used to be Carl," just fucking tell me you have a friend named Karla who is trans! That's all you need to say! Her old name is dead! That name is no more! It has ceased to be! It's expired and gone to meet its maker! It's a stiff! Bereft of life, it rests in peace! So let it rest!

[starboy-squeakers]

i really highly doubt anyone explicitly didnt interact with u bc of ur sideblog But if that somehow was the case thatd be SO funny to me. im sorry bbg id laugh so hard

I doubt it too LMAOOOOO it'd just be funny if it did. No need to apologize id also laugh. Imagine me in someone's DNI. "dni draconia, you like the character I kin in a way that's concerning to feminism. and to me"

[quietlyblooms-gone]

we got ourselves a mains call, lads!

liking this post tells me that you would like to be mains, prioritizing interactions with each other and implying a level of comfortability between us -- basically, neither of us need to be nervous about sending memes, asking to ship, and other such things! not that any of my mutuals need to worry about any of this, but mains especially so. if you are currently listed as a main/affiliate on my pinned, you don't need to like this post! you're stuck with me already <3

in case you're worried about this, you do not have to speak to me regularly to be a main! i'm not always the best with messages anyway :' ) i only ask that we've written together before and kinda have an idea of our muses' dynamic ( doesn't need to be fully developed!! ). if you feel a connection and want it to grow, then i'm all for that!

[geddy-leesbian]

ngl weirdly salty that there's already like an Established Leon Lore guy. does not matter how much i meticulously document everything about DSC lore, literally no one will ever come to my ask box on @leon-stupid-kennedy to ask a lore question. I guarantee if the vast majority of my mutuals had a question related to Darkside Chronicles Leon they wouldn't come to me, they'd run straight to highball. don't get me wrong highball is GOAT, but like when it comes to Darkside specifically I'd say I'm more useful. like I'm not trying to be arrogant or say I'm a Leon expert or anything but I don't think he's even played DSC ever, I had to get him screenshots of costumes once when he posted about not being able to find them and also he wasn't aware that the cutscenes are pre rendered or whatever so costumes don't work in them. I have a phd in darkside chronicles at this point but i don't have cool name recognition so why even bother asking me when you could just ask highball because his word is gospel who cares what anyone else knows about leon

No matter how hard i try i will never get lore questions or requests for anything because ???

Like even outside of darkside i feel like i have enough cred to be someone who would maybe get a luis lore ask once in a blue moon bc ive analyzed his fucking trash can and found a HIDDEN ROOM IN HIS HOUSE NO ONE ELSE HAS EVER GONE IN but nope no one cares about heathers thoughts at all! my opinions are worth nothing i exist to pump out gif and screenshot sets. the only time i get headcanon/lore/anything asks is when i pathetically beg which makes it less fun! :) literally how the fuck do people judt get spontaneous asks.

I do so much work taking screenshots of EVERYTHING and compiling lore and no one gives a shit because I'm not some household re fandom name like highball or eric. I'm the weird loser outcast of the fandom that's never fully included. You'll drive by and maybe slow down and reblog a gif set of mine or a shit post, but you're keeping your windows rolled up, you're not engaging with me.

Once in a while I'll get thanked for what i do but idk it just rings hollow sometimes. Ppl tell me ive done so much for the fandom but the fandom doesn't seem to be aware of that seeing as a lot of re blogs that interact with my mutuals constantly refuse to follow me or engage with me in any way beyond reblogging my shit posts :) literally people who joined the fandom long after I did have more RE mutuals than me. whenever a new person pops up in the fandom everyone flocks to them and they'll follow back and interact with a ton of people, but not me! :)) like do I need to change my blog theme? Trash the ugly wall of disorganized text. Oh wait no that won't do anything because even when I had a super clean/neat/organized blog description I was ignored like I am now :)) something about me is inherently off putting to other RE fans and I should just give up <3

[emmavakarian-theirin]

🧂

[wizardofgoodfortune]

Gonna go ahead and ask you #58 on your Spotify wrapped while I'm thinking about it

#58 on my top songs is mirrorball by taylor swift! this is definitely one of my fav songs from her, if not The Favorite; a vivid music video plays out in my head every time i listen to it. here's my favorite part from it, which can definitely lend itself to particular dreamling scenarios... like 1989.

And they called off the circus, burned the disco down When they sent home the horses and the rodeo clowns I'm still on that tightrope I'm still trying everything to get you laughing at me I'm still a believer but I don't know why I've never been a natural, all I do is try, try, try I'm still on that trapeze I'm still trying everything to keep you looking at me

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When his stranger didn't show up in 1989, Hob spent the whole day waiting for him. The whole night, too. He heard the last call but stayed long after, until the bartender—Ian was his name, Hob learned at one point—had to kick him out so they could lock up. To Ian's credit, he did it with his most apologetic face.

"Sorry, Hob," Ian said as he locked up the front door of the tavern. "Feel free to come back 'round tomorrow. Promise the place'll still be here by then."

Hob, who was hovering listlessly beside him, gave him a smile. "You'll regret you said that."

Ian laughed. "I'll never regret having more regulars. God knows we need it."

Hob frowned. Right. He nearly forgot about that.

"Need a lift?" Ian offered, fishing out a different set of keys from inside his pockets. "You've drunk quite a lot."

"I'm fine, I just need to—" Hob took a deep breath, "—I need to walk it off."

Ian narrowed his eyes. "Sure? I better not read about you in the papers tomorrow."

Hob snorted. "Trust me, you won't."

With that, Hob stood in front of the tavern and watched Ian drive off, until the old man rounded a corner and disappeared.

Now that he was alone, Hob slumped down on the damp ground and leaned against the front door. They've probably replaced this door more times than he could count, along with the rest of the tavern. Century after century, Hob saw less and less of what used to be here 600 years ago: the chairs, the tables, the mugs, the godawful drinks. The closest thing to permanence this tavern had was its name, and, up until tonight, his stranger. And soon, it wouldn't even have itself.

Hob reached into his coat pocket and took out his lighter and a carton of cigarettes. As he watched London's everchanging skyline glitter above the Thames, he lit a cigarette, the orange of it glowing in the dark. He sat there, waiting, waiting, waiting. He was good at that, at waiting. All you had to have for waiting was time, and Hob had it in abundance. So he waited until the sun rose, until the streets came alive with cars and people, until Ian came back to open up.

"Oi, what happened to walking it off?!" Ian exclaimed, standing over Hob, shielding him from the noon sun. "Bloody hell. C'mon now. Up you go."

Hob let himself be corralled into the tavern's small office and be sat at the small couch that was probably meant for interviews and terminations. He drank the water and aspirin placed in front of him, and he wore the spare shirt lent to him, but he left Ian's questions unanswered.

"Y'know," Hob started as soon as Ian came back in from the bar, "I reckon I could do a good job running a tavern."

"You should be asleep," Ian said accusatorily.

Maybe he should've been. But instead, Hob was sitting upright, wide awake. "I've been in countless taverns, just like this," he continued, "and I reckon I could make a great one. It would be so great that people from all over the world would come to eat and drink there, and say, 'Hey look, it's Hob's tavern, the greatest one around!' And d'you know what the best part about it would be?"

Ian sighed and leaned on his desk. "What?"

"It would be so great that they'd never close it down. They wouldn't be able to. Everyone would rally around it, even the council. And it'd be there for, for centuries. No, millennia. No, forever."

Ian shook his head, smiling. "A beautiful dream."

"A dream?" Hob scrunched his eyebrows. "You don't believe me?"

"Hob, this tavern has been here for centuries. That's a pretty good run, I'd say. Before that, it might've been something else, like a house, or a barn, or something. And before that, it was probably an empty plot of land, or maybe it was full of trees. Maybe bloody dinosaurs lived and died here. Or maybe it was underwater, I dunno. But I'm getting away from the point," Ian said, scratching his scraggly beard. "The point is: things change. That's life."

Suddenly, Hob was reminded of that night a hundred years ago, how his stranger detested the implication that he changed, that he grew to be lonely, lonely enough to seek out companionship. Hob's companionship. Obviously he detested the implication enough to not show up yesterday. But maybe, just maybe, his stranger will show up again today or the next day, just to prove a point, just to say he didn't need him to be his friend, and to say goodbye for the last time. Surely his stranger's not cruel enough to not show up at all, right?

"I, I know, but I can't let this place change, at least not yet," Hob said. His desperation must've plain on his face from the way Ian smiled sadly at him.

"And why's that?"

"My friend and I," Hob paused, thinking about what to say, "this place is important to us."

"You can always find another place."

"He won't," Hob said, voice breaking, "he won't be able to find me."

"How sure are you that he won't?"

Hob put his head into his hands. "I'm sure."

"You don't have his number?"

Hob shook his head.

Ian sighed. "Well, like I said last night, you'll need a lot of money to—"

"I have the money," Hob blurted out.

"What's that?"

"I," Hob repeated, raising his head in realization, "I have the money."

Ian only looked at him.

"I can, I can keep this place alive until he comes back."

Ian regarded him wordlessly for a few more seconds, then said, "I appreciate the thought, I do, but I reckon you can just establish a new one and it'll be less expensive. You can always, I dunno, put up some signs. 'This way to the new tavern' or something. Then when your friend comes around, they'll just read your sign and go to the new tavern."

Hob stared at Ian, mouth hanging open. Then he laughed, feeling a sleep-deprived lightness in his chest. He stood up and held Ian by his shoulders, still smiling. "Ian, you're a genius."

Ian chuckled heartily. "I try."

"And you're a hired genius."

"Pardon?"

"I'll need a bartender for the new tavern," Hob said, grinning.

Ian scoffed in disbelief, but he was smiling. "And what'll you name it?"

Hob thought for a second, then settled on: "The New Tavern."

Ian chortled. "You need sleep. Dearly."

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send me a number and i'll write something based on the corresponding song in my spotify wrapped!

[nickel-alloy]

i'm here to show you my evil and fucked-up drafts

[lemonduckisnowawake]

I've been using tumblr wrong

[rookflower]

not to be annoying by posting an engagement poll but genuinely speaking

[katytheinspiredworkaholic]

My side blog is now all anime

Not that I think anyone here actually followed me over there, but I'm still in this odd apprehensive phase where I don't quite want to mix the anime era I'm in on my main blog -- but I think that's the anxiety/depression talking. I'll get past it eventually, but for now hey:

if you like anime/manga and want to scream about it with me go to @katytheinspiredjjkblog also I'm starting to scribble and draw again, and I got a hand-me-down ipad to try and use as a tablet so I'm going through growing pains with that too, so if you want to see what I'm drawing (or any of my drawings from the past 10 years) you can find them at @katytheinspiredartblog

stuff I'm watching/have watched under the cut:

New Stuff:

Demon Slayer

Haikyuu (this is the vollyball one but I couldn't not choose this gif)

Attack on Titan

Chainsaw Man

Mignon (gay and amazing)

Wind Breaker

Jujutsu Kaisen (I legit have tattoos planned for this one)

Mob Psycho 100

Old Stuff:

All the Ghibli Movies

Full Metal Alchemist: Brotherhood

InuYasha

Cowboy Bebop

Yu-Gi-Oh!

Rurouni Kenshin

and there's probably more from years ago but that's my top.... 13. Plus the Miyazaki films.

Stuff that's up coming: Tokyo Ghoul, Solo Leveling, Trigun, Bleach, Black Clover, Hell's Paradise, Yuri on Ice, and whatever anyone else recommends tbh. I'm up for anything.