#and like its not like i cant enjoy something thats problematic

[wazzuppy]

me really liking the coffin of andy and leyley vs me feeling terrified that the game will end with them dating and not wanting to to get too attached in case i get stabbed in the back

[delightfuldevin]

It sucks how much people genuinely think that supporting something in a fictional context is the same as supporting that thing in real life :((

Like, do you people really truly believe that fictional characters are in any way equivalent to real life people? Do you understand how absolutely ridiculous that sounds?

“But they’re minors/siblings/victims/etc!” NO THEY’RE NOT. They are a figment of someone’s imagination that can have literally any traits you want them to cause fiction is something made to be manipulated for our viewing pleasure. That’s why AUs are a thing. That’s why headcanons are a thing. Cause fiction is meant to be manipulated for you to enjoy! You can’t have headcanons for a real life person. Because real people are not the same as fictional people. At least, I hope you don’t treat real people like they are fictional characters.

“But why would you want to ship [insert thing here]? It’s gross!” Okay, and? It isn’t hurting any actual real person, and it could even be helping someone who is using this to cope with their own trauma! And no, your personal discomfort is not a reason to completely delete content cause you can easily just block the tag/the creator and never see it. It is your responsibility to curate your own experience and if you are incapable of doing that, it is your responsibility to stay out of fandom spaces until you are mature enough to do so. It is not the responsibility of everyone else in the world to cater to your specific needs. You shouldn’t expect every single person to have the exact same needs as you and the exact same ways of coping with said needs.

“But groomers will use this thing to manipulate vulnerable people!” Indeed, that does happen. But it is not the fault of the person who made the content. It is always, and I mean always, the fault of the groomer themself. By saying “I was groomed by this content” you take away the responsibility of the actual groomer who did it. Don’t absolve them of their crime because of what they used for the crime. No matter what, it was always their fault and the responsibility of that is on their shoulders. Even if that content didn’t exist, they would’ve found some other way to groom you because that is simply who they chose to be and that is the unfortunate and sad truth.

It is completely okay to be uncomfortable with something! Grossed out even! Or something can be literally triggering for you. That is okay! And if someone doesn’t tag their content properly and it gets to you, you have every right to be mad about that! But that does not mean the person who made the content needs to delete what they made. You just have to block them so that you’ll never see their content again. You don’t even have to engage with them. That’s the beauty of the internet! We’re all strangers and once someone is blocked, it’s as if they never even existed! You’ll never meet them irl or be forced to interact with them. They are dead to you.

Also side note, but helpful information! When you block someone on Tumblr, their posts can still end up on your dash if someone else reblogs from them. Idk if Tumblr has changed this in the few years I’ve been gone, but a way around that is to add their blog name to your filtered content! That way, even if someone else reblogs from them, it’ll still be hidden from you :D

[bonkbobl]

beautiful fool

ROOSE BOLTON X READER | PART 2

a/n: wait okay i didn't mean to fall down this rabbit hole but roose bolton can get it i dont really care. genuinely sometimes i forget that hes a bad... bad bad bad man. he has that flavor of bad thats just so alluring though i cant resist. i forget that the boltons often torture people for fucks and giggles but rewatching the scene where roose just fucks with jamies head for no reason other than thinking it might be funny made me think to what lengths would he go for something he actually wants. warning that its unedited and unplanned and this is more or less a train of thought fic.

summary: he had to have you. whatever it takes.

warning: REALLY explicit, major dubious consent, honestly headed toward straight noncon. very problematic trope of being forced to fuck but then enjoying it. forced marriage. id say dark roose but lowkey this is pretty in character for this bad bad bad man bad man. bad man.

Your heart raced out of your chest, fear even threatening to bubble and explode out of your throat. You almost got away. You nearly escaped. And here you were, tackled into the mud just by the river by men who wanted to hurt you. Hurt you and whatever was left of your family.

The men who whispered taunts in your ear as they tied your hands behind your back laughed. These were the same men who just two days ago invited the woman who you call mother and the man who was like a brother to you into their home to feast and murdered them.

You knew they'd send out a hunting party after you. But you thought swimming in the water might throw them off your scent. You weren't so lucky.

And as they dragged you back, the words of those men rang ominously through your head, "It's too bad the lord wants her untouched. I'd very much like to touch this one."

A lurking feeling told you that you'd probably have preferred to fall into the river and crack your head open on some jagged rock than find out what use the Lord of the Dreadfort had for you.

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"What happens if I refuse," You asked, lifting your chin in defiance, as much defiance as you could manage with your arms tied behind your back.

Roose tilted his head at you almost like he was amused that you'd even think you have a say in the matter in the first place. "Then I'll put a bastard baby in you," he responded, his frankness and lack of shame sending cool shivers down your back. "And once the bastard is born I'll put another in you."

You couldn't help the frustrated tears that pooled in your eyes and you ripped your gaze away from him, fear bubbling in your chest and making you feel sick.

"Whore of Winterfell, or Lady Bolton. It's your decision, love."

Ever since that conversation you had pondered how likely it is you'd make it even a few miles before you were captured, either by Bolton hunters or the Ironborn. Either would be unpleasant. You wondered if you could find a way to just be done with it all and join your ward family in the seven heavens rather than fight. But you knew you could never bring yourself to. You were one of the living, through and through. You had to run.

And plan, you did, but no opportunity came. It was only a matter of time before you were put in a pretty white dress and brought under a Godswood to speak your vows to the man who betrayed your true king.

All you could think was why. Why cant he just let you go. You have no legitimate claim that could threaten him. You're not a stark. You're just a girl. You don't come from a large family. Not one of influence. There are no banners to raise. No substantial actions you could take against the new wardens of the north. You were more likely to die trying to run north than you were to be any kind of threat.

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It wasn't like Roose to hold affections for any particular person. It was rare for him to even feel a vague sense of fondness towards anyone. A person is useful and competent. If they aren't then at best they are a nuisance that he could do without, at worst a threat to the Bolton name.

But you.

You were every bit as much a fool as the man who took you in as a ward, and that same mans son who grew up with you. You fretted over honor and doing the right thing when your enemies would not pay a second thought. You argued in favor of the late Queen Talisa's insistence on helping both Northern and Royal forces, allocating countless coppers toward medicating the enemy.

You aggravated Roose to no end when you first began to speak out. And yet he found that his eyes would always meet yours, rake downward against his will really. And though it only added to his aggravation, he brushed those feelings aside as the natural desires of a man.

He, in no way, found you difficult to gaze upon. It was infuriating, even more so that you seemed to understand the effect you had on men, flirting about with the son of Karstark and joking crudely with the men as if you weren't a lady to be respected.

And yet he found a stirring in him when you'd make an innuendo that was a little too risque.

He soon found it difficult to not think of you. Especially when you, the beautiful fool, revealed yourself to be of a sharper mind than even the King in moments.

"I love Talisa, truly, but think about it, Robb. You may be winning battles right now. But if you become too close to her, your closest advisors may falter. You risk losing the war."

"We have little food to sustain the rest of the camp, perhaps it'd do the Northern cause some good to do something about the overflowing kennels. As distasteful as it is to execute so many."

"Karstark will be avenged if you go through with this, please Robb. His forces make up a third of ours. Think. Think about it, I beg you."

Roose was irked by the fact that he agreed with you on more occasions than not, but he was impressed nevertheless. And it only kept you on his mind more. No, it wasn't love, Roose was sure of it, it erred more on the side of an intrigue that escalated to the point of near obsession. You were, after all, young, beautiful, thoughtful, and you held a level head. More strong than his first wife, less stiff and rigid than his second. More alluring and exciting than both.

The way Roose saw it, Robb Stark was becoming more dangerous to the interests of the North, growing increasingly reckless as the war went on. It was really his duty to usurp the so called King in the North, whod surely lead all the great Northern Houses to extinction if this masquerade continued on. You, however, would be a great loss if you were to drown alongside the wolf.

A great loss, indeed. Not to any higher purpose, you were not from any significant house. No, you just deserved to live. It baffled Roose to know he felt that way about any one person. But he reasoned it's simply because he wants you for himself. His pretty little wife — you'd fit that role so well.

He even remembered the way the old Lord Frey cackled when he stated his intentions with you.

"Marry any of my daughters and I will give you her weight in silver, My Lord. An offer of good faith and my grandson shall become Warden of the North."

"I'm honored by the offer, believe me. But I already have a prize that I've set my eyes on."

Frey's eyebrows arched in amusement.

"The Stark Ward," Bolton answered the unspoken question.

And the old man laughed, harder than a man his age should be able to, and sure enough his joy was cut short by a few uncouth coughs. "Pretty slut. I cannot say I blame you, Lord Bolton. I'm embarrassed I didn't think to take that pretty thing as my spoils before you did."

Roose offered a polite smile and hum, "I'll wed one of your children or perhaps grandchildren to whatever child I will have with my new wife."

Frey chuckled, nodding, "Hm, expect me to remember such a promise, my lord..." Then with a sardonic smirk, the lecherous old man spoke again, "Eh, I assume you aren't the type of man to like to share, are you, Lord Bolton."

And Roose's smile dropped into a hard glare. Frey laughed again, waving him off.

"A joke," he reassured, "Alright. After we kill the boy and his mum, you keep the whore. I cant wait to see how you deign to tame the bitch."

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The very same halls you grew up in echoed terribly as your husband led you to the chambers you would share. The Lords chambers. You remember running to this very room to pester your Lord and Lady, sometimes Sansa or her older brother running alongside you.

Lord Bolton hardly spoke a word to you. All the better, for you could not bear to look at him. All those months of sitting across him as both of you counseled the proclaimed King in the North, and you thought you knew the man. You even admired him, vied for his approval. You thought him to be intelligent, more clear headed than the men that are easily driven by anger or lust and other vices of men. You'd smile to yourself on the occasions he'd agree with you or appear to approve of your advise.

To be honest, you thought Lord Bolton had no such love or affection toward you, especially in the very beginning when he wouldn't even stop to regard you, or he'd clearly speak over you, brush you aside, advise your king the opposite of the words you'd spoken. You thought he saw you as a mere child, playing at king and hand like you and Robb would as babes.

Now you think he really must have hated you. You wonder how long he hated Robb, and all the Starks, all their allies. But you, he must have hated you especially. Why he would feel the need to subject you to the greatest torture of living with him, being bred by him, carrying child after child, you wondered why why why. Why does he hold so much resentment toward a young girl. He must be a sad man.

You suddenly realized he was staring at you, watching your teary eyes, your clenched jaw, your shaky breath. You stared him in his cold eyes, defiant. Though you knew it was useless. You knew what would come next. He made it clear.

Whore of Winterfell, or Lady Bolton.

Was there any difference?

For Lady Bolton, the children you bear him would be heirs rather than bastards. For Lady Bolton, you'd have a title, your "honor" in tact. But everything that mattered would remain the same. Youd take him nightly. You could only hope for him to cease his visits once a babe has taken to your belly

"Lady Bolton," your husband commanded your attention.

You faced him, inches away from the bed. He towered over you and you did your best at a feeble attempt to not let him intimidate you. You were scared. You wanted to be strong but the thought of what was to come next was scaring you. There's no escape.

"Lord Bolton," you replied, nothing but spite in your tone.

He breathed a humorous scoff, shaking his head slightly, "Undress yourself," he said, barely above a whisper, challenging you by tilting his head to the side. His eyes were so cold, barely feeling. You'd not be surprised if he told you he wasn't human.

Swallowing, you began unlacing your dress, attempting to remain hard as steal. But a tear finally trickled down your face when his hand reached up to cup it.

Your fingers stalled to a halt when he leaned in to kiss the tear, an action that would be comforting from any other man but you knew he meant to mock you. This was meant to be humiliating. He doesn't care for you. He kisses your tears away to remind you he doesn't care. He might even like it. Stop crying.

But you couldn't. You squeaked out a small sob as his lips came down to meet yours, hungry and demanding. Your shaky breath let out a heavy sigh through your nose and the feeling of fear strangely extinguished from your chest for a moment. Instead, your chest rose and you met him in his kiss.

His lips were surprisingly soft, his tongue felt dirty in your mouth but you couldn't explain why you didn't want to bite it off and spit it out. Instead you felt helpless and you let his tongue roam your mouth with little to no fight. When he pulled away from you, a string of spit tried desperately to keep the two of you connected but smacked against your chin after a mere second.

Your breath was heavy, cheeks wet with tears, flushed and probably looking a mess. You didn't want to imagine it. The vague sense of disgust with yourself remained but it just felt slightly different. You didn't know how to place it. It stirred rather pleasantly in your lower tummy and you felt really tense down there.

"I will repeat this command. But for the future, I want it to be known that I don't enjoy repeating myself. Undress yourself."

You heard his words clearly and allowed him to kiss you again. Your fingers clumsily and hurriedly worked at your dress. You stripped yourself bare as he did as he liked, kissing, nipping at your lips. His hands explored the new inches of your body as they became more and more exposed to him.

They roamed over your back, and back in front to cup your soft tits, weighing them, toying with your nipple... roamed back down your back, squeezing your firm ass. You couldn't place the feeling, you couldn't place it. You didn't like the feeling. You wanted it to stop. And yet if he pulled away you felt as if you might lean back into his touch inexplicably. You'd hate it but you'd go back for more.

Whenever he groped you a little too hard, you'd whine without even realizing it and Roose's pleasure would grow. Once you were fully naked, you grew awkward, not knowing what to do with your hands so you backed toward the bed. But he followed.

The rough fabric of his clothes felt harsh against your soft skin. You had nothing to do but whimper again and when you turned your head away, he simply let you, instead taking the opportunity to finally look at you, his little wife. Beautiful, clever, stubborn little wife.

You ducked your head, crying, confused at the way you felt, confused as to why you weren't fighting him harder. And that spurred you to begin.

Roose realized you weren't fighting him the second he kissed you and he shared your confusion for a second until he felt your tongue caressing his in reciprocation. He's sure you hadn't even fully realized your own actions as you had rushed to comply with his orders.

He half expected you to be a shy blushing bride but this reminded him that you were a little of a tease with Robbs men, cracking nasty jokes that a lady should not have been aware of. You were no blushing bride. In fact, you were a bit of a slut. A tease.

And suddenly, it struck him that the behavior hadn't so much aggravated him in the way that he thought. In fact the memory of you flirting with those men who were now burried in the ground or thrown into the river, gave him this strong sense of accomplishment to have you here.

Roose began undoing his trousers, unsheathing himself to your horror and you pushed him away, escaping the only way you were permitted, crawling on the bed and trying to get over to the other side. Roose was too fast, grabbing your ankle and pulling you down.

You fell but you kicked him in the chest and he laughed, dropping your ankle, but only so he could grasp your hips firmly and pull you back along the edge of the bed.

"Down, girl," he commanded, as if you were a dog.

You cried, clawing at anywhere to escape to. But he was right behind you and as you looked around, you knew it was hopeless. Still the fight burned on in your chest. Then you heard a smack and a sharp pain in your buttock, jolting you under your husband.

Another one came because you refused to calm yourself, then his hand slipped between your thighs and he spanked you again as another feeble warning.

"My lady," He started, waiting for you to calm finally before chuckling. Then your torturer informed you of something, no doubt to break your spirits, "Are you aware, Lady Bolton, how wet your cunt is?"

His rough weathered fingers rubbed at your entrance, barely pushing in and sure enough the sound of your slick being rubbed and spread around, filled your ears. Your fists balled the sheets under it and your legs helplessly kicked up, though with no purpose. You couldn't get away. From him. From your shame. From your body's betrayal.

"Your womb is begging me to fill it. You feel it, don't you?" He taunted, "You're confused, aren't you. Stupid, confused, little wife."

His fingers slipped away and you fought to catch your breath, fists relaxing because he stopped. But then his fingers were replaced by something thicker and hotter and your struggle resumed. Your hips squirming but all it did was slicken his cockhead for an easier entrance.

"Let me clear your confusion, stupid little wife." Roose cooed to you, the tone of his voice unfitting of the cruel words. "You are exactly where you belong. Under your husband, serving your husband. The Warden of the North. There's no need to fight your fate or fight your pleasure as you are exactly where you belong."

Then he began pushing into you and your toes clenched, back arching inexplicably. The new angle that you provided made it easier. You knew it didn't make sense but it made perfect sense to Roose, who chuckled behind you, smacking your ass, this time not in displeasure but as a praise. Your body twitched at it, cunt squeezing and pulsing around him as if it were trying to suck it in.

Your moans grew more wanton as he pushed in torturously slow. And of course it hurt, stung, when he forced past your maidenhead but you couldn't even bring yourself to squirm away from that. You were rightfully his.

When his hips met yours, he just held himself buried inside you for a few seconds and you continued to contract and twitch around him, small squeaks of confusion escaping your throat against your will. You couldn't stop squirming. The sensation of something so big filling you stirred you uncontrollably.

A hand trailed down your thigh, nudging it upward and you followed the movement, allowing him to prop your leg up on the bed. Then he began thrusting and your face heated up when you heard just how wet you were. Each time his hips pressed flush against you, youd feel the cool sensation of your slick on his balls.

It was all so vivid. Even if you couldn't see what was going on behind you. You knew. And the most shameful noises forced past your throat as your husband fucked you deeply and slowly.

"Listen to yourself," Roose muttered, hands coming up to grab your shoulders.

It allowed him to hammer deeper and harder into you, the sharpness of his thrusts contrasting the slow strokes he started with. You cried out, shameful but you were horrified to find that you did not want him to stop. Not when he was... oh his cock was hitting something inside you. Deep inside you.

"Keep making those noises, darling wife. I cant tell if I enjoy your pleasure more or your tears."

You cried out, a small sob at the end of it. And despite your better judgement, you turned your head to look at your husband. Your naked body contrasted so much with his garments, which stayed mostly unmoved. Only his pants and breeches were pulled down to his mid thigh.

His expression hardened upon evaluating your features. There was nothing more beautiful, your lips parted in a pleasure that confused you. The tears had dried by now but your hair was a mess and your eyes swollen and pinkish. Not to mention the way you were splayed out beneath him. He landed a firm spank to your buttocks again, aiming to leave marks.

You whimpered, eyebrows coming together as your pussy clamped down around him. Roose grabbed your hip that was propped higher than the rest of your body due to your leg that was positioned on the bed. And he used that hip as leverage to pull your body into him.

The confusion within you turned to fear when an unfamiliar feeling began building within you. You cried out loudly and involuntarily clamped down even harder around him, pulsing uncontrollably as he jackhammered into you ruthlessly, intensifying when his hands abandoned your hips for your neck.

You couldn't help but feel as if you were reduced to a little object. He could grab you wherever and however he wanted and pull you against his cock and you had nowhere to run and yet you couldn't even deign to lift your legs and kick at him. You surrendered to the smallness that he made you feel, cries and distress replaced by whimpers and submission.

You came to find your body shaking and convulsing with a blinding kind of pleasure. Even your moans died into a breathy, shaky sigh, back arching as you sank further into the sheets beneath you. Your lord gave no sign of stopping, another self satisfied hum rumbling from his chest.

"Good, so good, darling. I knew you would come to enjoy your new position."

And with that you were filled again with shame, though not yet strong enough to overshadow the stubborn pleasure which muted any feelings that might incite discomfort. You especially could not feel displeased when your husband firmly snapped his hips into you, releasing a grunt. He continued to pump into you, slowly but firmly. sighing along with his thrusts. It was the only compromise in composure that he allowed you to see and you were only sure at this point that he was finished with you.

Surprisingly the spilling of his seed didn't feel like much but your cunt squeezed him, as if it was aware. And you felt satisfaction wash over you, as if your body was also aware.

To your shock and shame, your ass gyrated beneath him, rolling itself against him to fully milk him for all he had to offer you. And you hid your face, pausing once you realized.

After recovering from his release, Roose watched you closely, appreciating the way you still squirmed, restless. You moved your leg back down to the floor and pushed back, hips meeting his and your cunt convulsed again around him due to the overstimulation. He stood like a barrier, looming over you a he rested his hands on the edge of the bed where your hips were and your restless little cunt continued to twitch and pulse as you tried to compose yourself desperately.

You breathed deeply but it was hopeless. You could not walk away with your dignity, fully aware of how Lord Bolton stared upon his Lady Bolton, satisfied with how you gave into him so easily.

You shivered and your breath hitched when he landed a kiss to your shoulder blade. Then you sighed, settling down again for him. And a needy whimper confirmed your submission.

Roose loomed over you, giving you another small kiss on your temple.

"You did well, my lady."

The approval got to you. Your days on Robbs counsel trying your best to say anything intelligent that would make him accept you as an equal. It all led you to this moment. But you never did accomplish your goal of being viewed as an equal, at least it didn't feel that way in this moment. His softening cock still inside you, the only thing stopping his spend from trickling down your leg. Oh the shame of it all.

"I'm pleased to find that you enjoyed it as much as I did."

"No," You protested but in your voice you could tell you didn't even believe yourself.

Lord Bolton merely laughed. And you whimpered again, willing yourself to sink into the bed and disappear. Then your husband pulled back and spread your ass cheeks apart, giving you a lengthy thrust. Though he was not as hard as he was moments ago, the movement was enough to make you shiver.

"Then we should try again in a half mark of an hour. I shall train my lady wife to welcome me into her bed."

You bit the inside of your mouth to prevent another whimper but it was ripped from you when Lord Bolton spanked you again.

Oh yes, Roose Bolton would commit a thousand betrayals and massacre a hundred false Kings if it meant he'd end up with you, here, to warm his bed.

[breserker]

im noticing a disconnect. people are lamenting that they want people to read books more (as an indie author i agree read mine) but then i go onto youtube and see video after video mocking and making fun of books they clearly dont like for even existing.

im not talking about ai books or booktoks nonreading trend, im talking about books that were written and published being sneered at for having predictable and problematic elements. I cant get over the thumbnails ive seen where a book clearly billed as a gothic romance being derided for having a teacher student dynamic (gods forbid! it should have incest next time like the old gothic novels of yore that are cemented into the literary consciousness) or for fucks sake taking a clearly fetish romance book and splaying the "YOU SPAYED MY MATE" line as if its a condemnation of literary value when its just fucking wank material, get over it??

and i know you may be like but these books are bad and written bad and you fucking know what? i dont care. dunking on them is for groups of likeminded friends. and i know a huge problem is youtubes algorithim is designed for farming negativity, positive love for books get less viewed partially because they dont get pushed!

the point is. how the fuck is bashing books you deem problematically beneath you going to foster a love of reading. how is that going to foster authors who are bold in what they want to write even if you find it skeevy or wrong or bad. how are we going to encourage a healthy relationship to books of all kinds in a wide variety by condemning them?

and its like. some negative reviews ive clicked into have been nuanced and thoughtful. even of my favorite books! those ones rarely lean into the awful thumbnail culture youtube has. the point is not to never negatively review something, the point is to pull back from the slavering feast of enjoying bashing someones work for having offkilter tropes. am i judging a book by its cover? certainly. thats how thumbnails are supposed to work in this landscape.

i want to listen to more book reviewers but i cant get over the culture youtube has fostered. yes the publishing industry is very fucked right now, i decided to go the way i did with my books because of it. yes omg a book like that can be published....and you can too!!!!!!! alright? fuck. shit.

a book is so hard to finish writing, man. there are books far more worth this level of scrutiny, often in the nonfiction section like fucks sake doormat mom just released a book and its harrowing to read for all the wrong reasons. that feels like itd be influential of toxic people to remain toxic. because thats directly what its targeting, not some fictional wank material based off hormonal caste systems and also no one remembers what gothic actually means anymore.

christ im so mad. if you want people to love books you want them to love books. controlling what that love looks like and what books its directed at means you care more about controlling peoples values and tastes more than people loving books

[allamawla]

the tiktok and xhs situation

I know this is kind of outdated because it happened last week (which is like 10 years in internet time) but I still wanted to say something about the tiktok ban in the US. Although I live in Europe, I thibk it's very interesting to observe this whole situation. Almost every 3-4 years there's this news on a tiktok ban which makes the whole population go crazy. However, I think it's more interesting how it was handled now. As some of you probably noticed, most people went to xiao hong shu (to take revenge on the government? lol). Honestly, I have been using xhs myself for about more than a year now, because I study Chinese Mandarin and it helped me to expose myself to the language more often and to learn some authentic expressions.

In the first days when Americans came to xhs it was relatively normal and even quiet fun, since most people were quite respectful and interested, however this didnt last long and soon many problematic people joined the app which was very saddening to me.

And the more people joined the more annoying it became, I started seeing youtube shorts and insta reels type of brainror, which is usually fine with me, but if I want to see that Im going on youtube and not xhs. Especially those fake pranks were so cringy and annoying, like please, just stop embarassing yourself. It's kind of outrageous that some people started calling themselves "tiktok refugees" I get it, it's a joke, but in my opinion that is just tasteless and rude towards people who actually fled from war and suffered under the horrible conditions while seeking asylum.

At some point it got so bad that xhs wanted to put an internet wall into the app so that people outside of China wouldn't be able to access the app. This would be fatal, especially for Chinese-Americans or Chinese people outside of China in general, since xhs is a social media platform which allows the users to stay in touch with friends and family members and also the latest trends. It would be very sad, and although I dont have direct contacts in China, I know what it's like when you dont have access to people from your cultural background. It can feel very intimidating and disstresful.

Now that tiktok wasnt banned in the US most people didnt stay on xhs and went back. Maybe they saw the app just as a replacement for their internet addiction, but I cant blame them, since I also enjoy scrolling on my phone.

I think its quite funny that when Americans were asked why they go to xhs instead of insta reels or ytb shorts, they said that xhs has nicer people and the atmosphere is more welcoming there. But I wonder, whats the reason for that... No, but its strange for me that some users were racist towards the Chinese users like- hello? youre on their app lmao. Also, why do you go to the app with the more welcoming atmosphere if you then decide to destroy it by being toxic?

I know this doesnt apply to every american user, but if you feel adressd by my words maybe you should think about why thats so...

how do you feel about this whole situation? were you sad or glad that tiktok is being banned?

have a wonderful day

[magmythedevil]

Hey!! I wanted to know your thoughts since I know this is becoming more important now especially with the recent episode of Murder Drones. So I've seen some people say that Nuzi and their romance is getting in the way and ruining the show and it's being forced into our faces?? To an extent I can see that and it does feel that way at times but again it feels like both Uzi and N have been set up to be something more than just friends ever since the pilot honestly, but I don't know if some of these people are just diehard Envy shippers saying this..because some of them, especially on Twitter are just horrible, I do wonder if the other way was switched around like if Envy was being shoved in, would people be saying the same thing? Nuzi is already a ship that tends to get a shit on in the fandom and is still seen as uncomfortable and problematic, even though it's not. But anyways, I've seen some say that the show has been going downhill since about EP 4 (Especially YouTube Vanitymoth, he hasn't been enjoying the series lately and he's a MD reviewer if you're wondering) and some have left the show because they feel like it's being ruined by romance and such + it's comedy, hell I saw one person somewhere in the comments said it's going the HB direction, that show got very bad especially in S2, but MD is more watchable and such.

But anyways I kinda wanted to know your thoughts about this especially since I've seen some posts on Tumblr (and even Twitter) from fans and others about how Nuzi is an issue and it's ruining the show and it'll cause fans to leave and stop watching or that this show is becoming Star Vs 2.0.

Nahhhh Nuzi was always meant to be people were just in denial.

If they cant enjoy the show anymore its probally because they were waiting something different so thats on them. And some people leaving and giving bad reviews is not something to be so worried about, because every show will have that, especially when theyre popular. And the show its at its biggest Peak with a lot fans, so they will have a lot of support regardless.

BUT OMG WHAT IS THIS STAR 2.0 AND HB COMPARISIONS STOPPOOPPPP murder drones is perfectly watchable if you dont have any weird especific bias and pay attention to the litte details. And the fast pacing is not that bad honestly, i can understand the things pretty well.

People get so focused watching that the episodes may feel short/fast when they arent lol

[urcharactersclasspect]

An example of "if someone writes a shitty person being a shitty person, even if they are an entirely fictional character and creation, that means the writer must condone every shitty action they take!" And this mentality needs to just die already.

Example Is probably Vriska Serket.

What I mean is the Tavros and Vriska incidents. And how I used to see people discuss these two.

Lemme explain.

Basically, I used to see people who havent read homestuck in maybe months or years, blanket statement criticize Homestuck for "using slurs" and "having ableism". Never express or explain the context of the ableism or where the slurs are, they cant even sometimes point to examples. But hold it up as a point against Homestuck as an entire piece of Media entirely. Almost as if it really was just "the times, so humour was different." Aka, as if the usage pf these things were just something INHERENTLY CONDONED BY THE COMIC, always. No matter what. its just "for funnies."

Vriska doing what she did to Tavros for instance. Vriska Serket, a character youre NOT supposed to even be agreeing with, be condoning the actions of, and actually set up to be unlikable on purpose and a massive bitch. We see this in basically everything from her intro to snippets of her before it. You are not meant to enjoy or agree with what Vriska Serket does. And what she does in canon, is Tosses Tavros out of his wheel chair and tells him basically to just stop being a cripple.

Caliborn is also a very strong contender cause hes homophobic, sexist as hell and a complete asshole. Thats also entirely on purpose and you arent meant to like him or agree with him whatsoever. Its made VERY CLEAR you are not meant to condone his actions or his supporters. They are murderers and people who do very dark things for him. Hes based on irrationally stupid rage bait "haters" of homestuck who are just fans who act like they hate it, but are obsessed with it anyways. This was intentional on Hussies part. You are NOT supposed to condone his actions. Hes meant to be absurd.

These characters are ASSHOLES. this was the POINT. of these characters being this way. They are going to be ASSHOLES.

But a lot of people saying "theres [problematic thing] , so the comic is bad." wont actually tell you why theres ableism. or WHERE theres ableism. They just say "theres problamtic stuff in there" and a lot of newer fans tend to just copy and paste the sentiment and dont even think about it twice and run with the idea its all just mocking disabled people or something inherently with it and how its all the messaging hussie was trying to send.

[butchlesbian]

I totally agree with you. I saw that my message is not well written. My point, or what I tried to say is that we as a society, tend to view matters in this way, if not, we would not romanticize starving and would not demonize fatness however extreme. And yes I know using the world discipline is problematic, however I'll defend it because thats part of that illness: a sense of extreme control impulse that damages you and make you hurt yourself, it's people who are so ill they will deny themselves the most basic necessities it is a sense of twisted self control.

We have certain images and ideas of how we should look and be. I think obese people fall into one of the most looked down on people because of this.

Lastly, is one thing to mentally put down someone you don't seem worthy. However, as I mentioned, is possible for similar things to happen to both extremely thin and fat people, losing your ability to move and be self sufficient can, and is looked upon badly to say the least.

About numbers YES! Education about food, not letting companies poison us... At least for me, I'm from a southamerican country and we actually have that, and we have less obesity than the US for example. And yes, our resources should go to complete health care in all their ways.

No, I understand that you weren’t necessarily saying it was you, but more of answers that could be given for my question. I just use “you” because saying “society” too many times makes me feel like the jocker. So don’t worry about that part I see what you mean there.

And I think on the self control part, well yea you said it yourself it’s twisted. It comes from disordered thinking. Because I mean, yes and no? You have physically forced your body to not do something it needs, but I do see it as a loss of control in its own way. I don’t think women who are in the trenches are necessarily in control either. I dont always agree with what other people think in cases like this, and the way I see it if you're doing so bad you can't make yourself eat - you've lost control. And i don't think that's something to be ashamed about, but it is what it is and I cant see it as anything other than that. Someone who needs help in that way.

And definitely thin and fat people do receive criticisms and there’s an intersection of disability and ableism there that increases that “disgust” that people feel when someone is immobile, but in regards to specifically fat people - my thought is well. Both sets of women would be heavily criticized. A morbidly obese woman that died from death feederism and an anorexic woman that dies from starvation. Both of these came from mental health issues that can’t be fixed by someone saying “eat less/eat more.” I just think that well, one of those is considered a tragedy and the other is considered disgusting. Is considered to be a joke or “what did they expect eating that way.” It’s the same issue in different directions, but one of those directions is seen as always disgusting while the other one is only seen as bad until it gets real bad. I don’t know if I’m making myself clear on that. Someone said that EDs are normalized in society - I completely agree. I also think that the prejudice directed at fat people reinforces those EDs.

And like yea the education. Ugh. We DO need better education. Absolutely. And tbh that education has to be tailored based on your food preferences cause studies do show you gain more nutrients from foods you actually enjoy (of your culture etc) than those you just swallow down. The more I hear about the food pyramid (that I was taught here) the more it’s like oh…. They lobbied to get their product in the food pyramid not actually because it’s good for you lol.

And like, okay we put in the hours of work to actually figure out a proper diet - some people will be good after this. Some people you aren’t going to be able to reach with education and better groceries though. Like, for me sometimes there are days I just don’t eat because the steps involved are so overwhelming I can’t even make it past the first one. Some days I eat so much it sorta scares me how empty I still feel after. That’s mental illness that comes from a lifetime of issues™ and although I would love to be like, “I’m normal now” if I were given the resources to eat better, I know a big part of it would also be mental for me. It’s why you see soooooo many people who got weight loss surgery die from alcoholism. Their food addiction was never addressed, they became physically unable to continue that food addiction (b/c of a smaller stomach) and turned to alcohol. Because of the surgery, the alcoholism progresses much more quickly. Those people weren’t saved, but they died thin so… win for the medical system I guess. #nomorefatties

My loss of control just looks “uglier” in this society, but my point is like hello…. Does that make me less than? Tbh this sorta goes in with my feelings on addicts too. I don’t think people that suffer in an “ugly” way should like… be made to feel like our very lives can be counted monetarily. Capitalistic misogynistic nightmare society.

Also just to reiterate, I don’t mean “you” personally anon, but more in a “if you believe these things, this is my response to that” way. Sorry it’s just easier for me to write as if I’m personally talking to someone about their opinions than the hypothetical? Idk

[fagcrisis]

about the wrestling as the scourge of evil thing i'm leftcom and i go work with a bunch of different anarchist and ml organisations and yeah definitely like people 100% think it's opiate of the masses type shit which is insane because they also don't seem to feel the same way about other spectacle-sports. like i would argue pro wrestling is not even close to being unique in its landscape whether it's interpreted as a fixed variation on combat sport culture or as a variation on mass theatre but for some reason a lot of anarchists and mls (and probably other left people) think it's uniquely evil. while at the same time being like football fans or something. it's a weird critique to have i feel like. like i would actually be more swayed if it were to argue about the function of entertainment-as-such (including sports, including high-profile art) in society but i don't see how pro wrestling is worse than other things. it serves the function of the gladiator but. so do all spectator sports and i would argue all performance mediums in general. it also feels unfamiliar with wrestling beyond its reputation usually like as its own field and the way it relates to its influences and audience. also mark fisher is very inconsistent in quality of criticism sometimes i'm like wow so true mark and sometimes it's like. i disliked it so it's counterrevolutionary

okay first of all ur so right about mark fisher. like some of his stuff genuinely so good and the other half is like middle aged man yells at a cloud

anyway, yes i 100% have encountered the exact same attitudes towards wrestling and like, i genuinely agree with them but theyre true for both spectator sports and entertainment media as a whole! im not going to argue that wrestling is uniquely anticapitalist or whatever, its certainly rotten from the inside as an industry, but ive had people argue with me that in an anarchist society it wouldnt exist, which is patently insane

like, first of all i detest utopianism and i think while keeping in mind the ideal society we want to strive for can be important for an ideology its really stupid to be like well post capitalism this wont be a thing therefore it is evil. anyway like i feel like anarchists (i cant speak on marxist leninists bc all the ones i know are over 50 and mainly like wrestling) single out wrestling as like the gladiator stand-in for modern society even though thats true for hockey and football and everything else, even arguably theatre, because they dont really know much about it besides the sort of popular conception

anyway it ultimately doesnt really matter im just mad everyone gets to enjoy their marvel movies and hungarian football and whatnot but my specific opiate of the masses is deemed too problematic for discussion. like man if you get to play tears of the kingdom i get to set mark david as my phone background

[onemorecupofcoffee]

i feel so weird rn its like seeing us all blocking celebrities and just sort of disconnecting from the celebrity world. i think its so much healthier for us as a society because we aren't GIVING celebrities power. however its so weird because ive always been obsessed with celebrity culture (obviously look at my blog its all dedicated to bob dylan and other bands and shows and shit) its always sort of been ingrained in me to be interested in celebrities lives but the more i try to picture what a celebrities life is like the harder it is. like i can barely get a picture in my mind because it is just so fucking different to the 99% of us living in the real world. celebrities and rich people dont have to worry about being able to afford something its just so wild to me thats rarely a consideration for making like any everyday purchase and they just have thousands of fanpages and millions of fans so many fans there are some who would do anything for them and then i think about myself and how im sucked into it all. certainly not to the level some take it and im not into modern pop culture nearly as much but like . gd sometimes i just cant believe how much power celebrities have and its literally like a lot of them are just living on another planet. Like theyre just allowed to ignore something and it wont bother them like a normal person because they have so many yes-men and stans that it literally does not matter to them. and honestly i truly believe like 95% of celebrities are bad people. and if we dont know they're a bad person we'll probably find out sooner or later, bc a lot of celebrities are younger and the time just hasnt passed to find out weird shit about them. like people will be like "oh all classic rock bands are problematic" yeah bc theyve had 50 years to surface controversy meanwhile your favs have only had 5-10 years so obviously its less likely smth will come up. and yeah society has gotten a lot better since then but still i truly believe a large percent of celebrities are bad people. and they will continue being shitty if we let them . we cannot let celebrities just get away with this shit anymore im so tired and done

and the thing is i really really enjoy pop culture and learning about celebrities and being involved in that sort of shit but celebrity culture is just so dystopian and toxic to even think about. like they could literally end poverty if they pooled their money but dont. they could say free palestine and help end the occupation but most dont. if taylor swift so much as whispered the words free palestine i can guarantee people would be rushing to support palestine like she could actually change government isnt that fucking crazy considering she does not care about politics at all she does not care about the fame honored to her . like isnt that fucking crazy idk its like not even the real world for them at all

[lunar-lair]

hi!! this is a cautionary post for the batman fans that may or may not find me as i reblog shit here and there! ill make a new one for every fandom phase i go through but this is its first iteration!

1: im 18! ill sometimes reblog explicit text posts or suggestive content. this wasnt a problem before, and it might stop being a problem at some point, but ive found good content of this type as of late, and i just cant say no to it. (hamilton joke, etc etc.)

2. i dont know the terminology, really, but i do support some problematic ships here or there. er, well. hrm. how do i say 'romanjay is fucked up but they intrigue me' and 'i will never reblog or like anything involving bruce and the other younger bats but ill scroll past it without any real disdain'? basically ive settled for a vibe of 'live and learn, chill out and hush up'. i do enjoy batfam content (though i dont exactly consider them family, but thats a whole different can of worms) but no matter what i consume on my end (however guiltily) ill never put anything that joins the batfam and romance in the same concept. i will, however, reblog some of the bats together. mostly steph with any of them, as to me, shes kind of free game (in that she is Even More not "part of the family", even if shes still bruces kid-again, different can of worms) and a LOT of jason ships. and dick/tim, mostly because jayde and them for some reason go together hand in hand in a lot of fics. SPEAKING OF WHICH. thats one of my problematic favs; i adore jason/slade in ways i will never be able to communicate. yes, the age gap is Like That. it feels irrelevant for them, though, and i could not explain to you the Why even if i tried. ill also post jaytim, maybe jaydick, and. erm. no thats kinda it. damian is off limits to me, also.

3. good news, ill probably only ever make jayde content! and found family essenced batfam content, if its shit i actually want the world to see. jaytim is a maybe, at best, and to me they arent even exactly brothers. regardless, i want to make this post to inform people who come to my blog that i consume/create content they find distasteful. and for my last point,

4. ok the first version of this point was way more. combative. which was exactly what i dont want to be. related, this part is about my ResponseTM. and the reason for this post. i dont want to be loud about what i like because i know people find it bad. like...like enjoying noncon, and omegaverse, stuff like that. i get that people dont like those the way i do sometimes. and i dont want people to think im something im not. if you want to run for the hills the second you see this post, then alright! thank you for your time! i dont want you all to think im better than i am. if you think i suck, thats ok, i just dont want you to think i suck after liking me a lot for a long time, because that sucks like, 3 times harder. you know? im still getting over a guilty conscience for liking any of this stuff myself, and ill gladly explain myself, but its, of course, none of my business if you hate me. thats your job, ill be me, and i wont try to make you not hate me unless you want me to. capiche? sick.

OK that is the end of the informative 'watch out kids grannys got freaky shit in her closet' post!! hope you had fun, or figured out you didnt want to affiliate w me, either or is fine! ill go slink off to my jayde doc to think abt jason in lace (but what if it was nonsexual) again lmao

[ladyvladina]

It was to be a contest between mages, one that required the use of special familiars called servants. Upon her father's request she joined this war and summoned a familiar of her own, what came was not what she expected. The supposed hero of legend seemed more like a young boy who had a way with words rather than weapons. Although confused at first Vladina's whimsical nature soon took over as she found her familiar to be rather cute and endearing in his own way.

All her life, the mage had been more comfortable toying with other women, men often bringing nothing but anxiety and irritation. But this young man, her lovely Caster, was more like a puppy in her eyes. She wasted no time teasing him over his beauty and physique. It was rare for her to have a man who shared her height and rivaled her beauty to boot!

She wasted no time to prod him for insecurities and weaknesses, like a cat poking at a cornered mouse. Even with those she favored her personality was utterly twisted, there was little difference between her affection and her torment. She wanted to see him squirm before her, to worship her, for him to truly understand the meaning of the word "Master".

There was no rush, she was a powerful mage in her own right. She did not fear any other contestant in this ritual or their servants, there was plenty of time to mess around and enjoy her new plaything. She used every weapon in her arsenal to seduce and tease him to hell and back, yet she found little success, something that irked her more than she cared to admit. It was almost as if the young-man was used to problematic women such as her and with his looks she would believe it.

It was fine, she would take her time savoring the boy and breaking him down into an adorable mess that begged for her comfort. So intense where her feelings on the matter that she found herself having quite the heated dream. Vladina's body was far hotter to the touch than normal due to her powers, hence sleeping in her underwear was more of a necessity than a choice. She would drag her new servant into bed and make him submit, sitting on his face demanding worship, she would look down with cold authority until her demands were meet. It did not take long for compliance, the girl hummed in delight as the boy did his best to please her.

"Ah....thats a good boy~" She caressed his beautiful hair as his ministrations grew more intense, fierce even. Suddenly her confidence began to crack, she moaned loudly and bent over, something was wrong, it shouldn't feel this-

Suddenly the dream fades, as tired eyes open softly she stared blankly at the ceiling before realizing she is still panting, her breath raced as the pleasure dint fade, no its was growing in its intensity. "Wha-...Nhhg!" She gasps moaning softly as she looks down at the source of her delight.

"Ah...." Eyes widen in shock, as she contemplated weather she is still dreaming. As their eyes meet she doesn't recognize her cute little pup, no, she was being devoured by a hungry wolf. "C-Caster?....What are you- Mmnn!! Gyaah!" She cant finish the question as the devilish tongue drives her nigh to madness. She would never admit it, but the mage had a weakness when it came to having her pussy licked, one the young man would surely discover if she dint stop him at once. "W-Wait! How dare you do this to your Master you...you little!- Ah!" Her head snaps back as she feels herself about to climax already. "This...This cant be...stop this I- I order you!"

@prxttybxybxstxrd

‘Pleasured Awakening’ + REVERSE

Oral, in Alibaba's eyes, is an act of service. Something to be received by one lesser than or equal to ones self. A sign of submission and resignation. A right and privilege reserved usually and only for men. An almost iron-clad, immovable rule of not just his own, but, in his mind, in nature. But, as they say, there was an exception to every single rule and with this woman who had called him forth, this wicked soul as heartless he, would prove to be one of those few.

It was a game for them. The moment they'd entered into a contract, the die had been cast and, in his eyes, this woman was woefully unprepared for what Alibaba could bring to the table. The womanizing and sexual prowess of the One True Cassanova. The mind and reality altering powers of his mere existence as the 1001 Nights. His sheer patience and deceptive cunning hidden behind a facade of pleasantness and innocence to disarm and seduce. All tools that had brought countless proud women to their knees, surrendering their bodies to him, their wealth, all they were just for a taste. And if this Alter Ego had his way, his new 'master' would be no different.

The game he was playing was simple really. He'd hold back. Test her will, her resolve. Teasing, touching, playing but never truly giving her his all. He'd not even given her his name yet, giving her the false title of 'Caster'. One thrust, as it was, and it'd be over and she'd be broken least her will prove sufficient enough to resist him for however long she could. If she wanted him, truly, he would make her beg for him as she threw away her pride. It was why he chose to break one of his rules and descend beneath the luxurious silken sheets of his master, down between her legs, to dine upon the pale supple skin of her thighs and the veritable feast that was her womanhood.

Delicate fingers would spread open her legs as Vladina slumbered, careful not to make too sudden a movement as to rouse her just yet. Loathing of women as he was, he knew how to touch them. How to make them feel and arouse them. Such was his nature, part of his core as Giacomo Cassanova. Digits trailing along that soft skin of her inner thighs, feathery kisses planted slowly upward towards the true goal and true prize. Faint pink stains would mark his trail onward until the disgustingly sweet goal was before him.

His breath was no doubt warm against her skin. His fingers slowly spreading her open, exposing everything from her most intimate depths to the pearlescent nub of her clitoris to him. He'd put his silver tongue to use there first. Tongue gently lapping at it first, teasing it. Lightly swirling about before lips were pressed forward and a gentle suction was applied. Even with this sort of care though there was little reason to believe the Mage would stay asleep for too long now. Not with the esteemed skilled tongue of this truly awful young man giving to her a service reserved only for men.

[seraphfeathers]

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[biolums]

hiii hope ur well do u have. bl recs..i trust ur taste immensely 🫶🏾

HIIIIIII SORRY THIS IS SO LATE I WANTED TO HAVE TIME TO DO THIS AND NOT RUSH IT!!!!!

so first of all. i DO watch a lot of shitty bl its a past time i greatly enjoy BUT this will be a list of shows i recommend because theyre GOOD fjdjsjkfksjdkf also idk how much bl youve watched if any!! so if youve seen all of these i can and WILL rec more im just putting the ones i would recommend MOST rn

adding a keep reading. this is a bit long i apologize jfsiodjf

1. Bad Buddy (available on youtube)

WAGHHH this show changed me as a person… rivals to friends to lovers, romeo and juliet, secretly dating… its just sooooo good. its about pat and pran, who have lived next to each other their entire lives BUT their parents Hate each other. occurs mostly in college where they live across from each other now (sighs.. fated lovers…) AND their friend groups hate each other too. rivals 2x… however theyre forced to work together because the university is threatening punishment if the two groups dont stop fighting.

this show seriously is just SOOO good and i relate to pran on a personal level. both like… autistically and loving pat-ingly (ohm pawat.. whew hes Such a man)

2. Where Your Eyes Linger (available on viki? or dramacool if you want to pirate it lol)

OK a lot of people rate this kind of mid in kbls BUTTT its forever my favorite idc. its about a chaebol and his bodyguard who was essentially adopted by the family for the Sole purpose of being his bodyguard. set in high school and features just the most wonderful yearning and also for some reason they only have one bed in the apartment they share. goes into power structures and stuff a bit which i thought was cool :) basically the bodyguard has been in love with the chaebol his whole life but never acted on it because 1. thats not his place and 2. taejoo is Straight. he yearns quietly until Uh Oh… someone starts taking kang gook (the bodyguard)’s attention away from taejoo and he gets jealous.

3. I Told Sunset About You (available on viki. i watched it on dramacool)

AUOGGH.. this show will tear you into pieces. its just such a BEAUTIFUL and cinematic experience i love it so much… notable things to mention: features cheating and an obscene amount of crying. i love this show but i cannot do crying scenes. it was a struggle fjsjdjfjdjdjf anyways this show is about two childhood friends who are now rivals. theyre trying to get into college and taking classes outside of school to prepare, where they meet each other for the first time in quite a few years. teh is insanely jealous of oh aew for being popular amongst other things and it causes a lot of. tension. teh has a girl hes been flirting with for years and oh aew has a guy he likes but they both feel an INTENSE pull to each other. one that isnt easy on their relationships or theirselves.

OH!!! also this show features a ton of thai-chinese culture and is set in phuket as opposed to almost every other thai show being set in bangkok.

also i dont recommend the sequel. i havent watched it but it has some. problematic tropes that leave a bad taste in my mouth. also just destroys the characters! idk thats just my opinion though im sure SOMEONE likes that show..

4. Until We Meet Again (available on youtube)

ok. first of all. this show is about the red string of fate and reincarnated lovers. im warning you now that it literally starts with a double suicide scene and its. its a lot. HOWEVER. i do really like this show!! its sweet and does justice to both its trope and the couple who commit suicide. basically pharm, a stick of a guy who experiences panic attacks and nightmares that he cant explain, enters college and meets dean, the captain of the swim team. they both definitely know something is up and have feelings for each other but they have to navigate flashbacks and discovering what happened to their past selves (in and korn). ALSO has a side couple whos show is currently airing!!!! im not putting between us on here since its still airing but i do recommend it :)

ugh second warning. this show ALSO has soooo much crying……….

5. Gaya Sa Pelikula (available on youtube)

when i say this show changed me as a person.... god i genuinely have sooooooooooooo many emotions about this show. it follows karl, an architecture student. he moves into his apartment and.. some guy runs in and puts a hand over his mouth and tells him to be quiet. No he is not getting robbed but he doesn't know that. QUEUE fake dating and cohabitation to appease vlad (the guy who ran in)'s sister. genuinely has some of the best most incredible characters ever made and features incredible depictions of internalized homophobia and struggling to live your own life rather than the one someone else made for you. god just thinking about this show is makingme emotional i miss karl and vlad :(

i think this show was supposed to have a season two but something happened with the cast/production crew (im pretty sure it was SA but im not sure) and so theres no sequel. it has a cliffhanger/bittersweet ending but genuinely i think that shouldnt impact whether or not someone watches because its sad YES but its just actually such a good ending and i would have hated if they ended it another way. one of the realest and most human shows ive watched. the BEST depiction of the gay experience ive ever seen. genuinely please watch this show just for that it made me cry and laugh and sob and giggle with how nuanced and thoughtful it is about gayness

6. cherry magic (ITS AVAILABLE ON CRUNCHYROLL??? i watched it on dramacool. lmao)

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH the movie sequel just came out and i haven't seen it yet but im soooo excited for it. cherry magic is one of the most endearing shows but it doesn't sacrifice character development or plot for cuteness. the premise is that when you turn 30, and youre still a virgin, you turn into a mind reader. which is a big premise to sell i KNOW. but they NAIL IT. adachi (the mindreader) is introverted, insecure, and uncomfortable in his skin, but his new powers force him to come to terms with himself and exist as a person. he avoids touch as much as possible as everyones thoughts can be A Lot BUT he brushes against the office hottie/mvp and finds out that he (kurosawa) has a crush on HIM. adachi doesnt understand but tries to figure out why this incredible guy could love a shy and awkward person like him. features an aroace side character and a side couple i ignored (save for the cat. udon lovers unite) its just such a sweet but powerful show and i love the characters so much :((((

7. hes coming to me (available on youtube)

OHM PAWATS BACK IM SORRY HES JUST MY FAV AND ALSO THE BEST ACTOR EVER. anyways this show has SUCH a soft place in my heart i truly think its such a special show. its about a ghost who is never visited at his grave and therefore cant pass on and a guy who can see ghosts. Thun has seen ghosts for most of his life but he hasn't really talked to any. Mes has been dead for awhile and longs to have someone SEE him and TALK to him. when thun is a kid, he sees mes and leaves him some offerings. but he doesn't return for a very long time. thuns now a college kid and when he returns to the graveyard, he finally talks to mes and they click. from there, they work together to figure out how mes died to try and help his spirit move on, but develop feelings along the way. has the most HEARTBREAKING coming out scene ever. ohm pawat seriously deserves so many awards. ALSO has a lot of thai-chinese culture!!

i have mixed feelings about the ending. its complicated i like it and i dont like it.. if you watch it youll see what i mean sdfhsoidfjsido

OIADJOASI:JDOIS IM STOPPING HERE THIS IS SO LONGIM SORRY LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT MORE I JUST DONT WANT TO MAKE THIS NOVEL LENGTH IOJF:SDIJSDOI:JIOD

OMG EDITING TO SAY THAT GAP THE SERIES IS A GL CURRENTLY AIRING THAT I SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RECOMMEND AS WELL!!!!!!! we stan the autistic queen sam is and mon whos just doing her best in a lesbian world. without knowing shes a lesbian. Somehow

[dateamonster]

hello tumblr user dateamonster!! do you have any recommendations for good zombie media? my gf rlly likes zombies but has burned through a lot of the good stuff to be easily found. movies shows anime games etc, anything goes. ty!

oof good question but one im not sure im totally qualified to answer since most of the zombie media i consume is on the campier, sillier side.

i do have some somewhat more Serious zombos i enjoy tho!

the girl with all the gifts is one of my alltime favs (and ive heard the book is good too tho i havent read it) it hits a lot of the beats zombie fans will probably already be familiar with but the main character being a sort of half-zombie (makes more sense in context trust me) as well as a child born into this apocalyptic setting creates a totally new perspective and to me is one of the strongest most thoughtful pieces of work to come out of this sorta subgenre in a long time

the resident evil game series is probably a given. on the off chance she hasnt played it or watched a playthrough, that shits mandatory.

z-nation i think kinda tippytoes the line between stuff fans of, for example, the walking dead will recognize and enjoy in terms of ya know a story focusing more on the interpersonal drama of a group of survivors living through an ongoing apocalypse, and the sillier doesnt-take-itself-too-seriously stuff i personally enjoy, like the ongoing bit where theres just a big ball of entangled zombies rolling across the scenery. its the delicious junk food of tv zombies (though granted ive only watched i think the first few seasons when it was playing nonstop on syfy)

and if you want to join me in enjoying only thee most quality campy schlock..

zombieland saga! literally one of my favorite anime ever! i consider it in this sort of less serious category because the concept of undead idol girls is obviously pretty ridiculous on paper and not gonna be everyones thing, but if the premise even remotely intrigues you, please give it a shot. the story is fun, the characters are loveable and surprisingly complex beneath the typical moe girl archtype exteriors, the humor is on point but doesnt undermine the actually pretty effective emotional moments, and the music fucks! we stan!

z-o-m-b-i-e-s is like c-tier early 2000s dcom realness with a 2018 budget, better choreography, worse songs, questionable moral messaging, all reeking with a dangerous level of green hair dye and party city greasepaint fumes. ive watched it like four times. i cant totally explain it but its got like nostalgic high school musical vibes except more paranormal and much much sillier. dares to ask the question: can cheerleading end all prejudice and bring about world peace? (the answer is yes but theyll be repeating that question for three movies)

zombie prom. very similar to the above in general vibe except the music is honestly kind of good? theres a stage play and a movie which is more or less just a slightly shortened version. in a lot of ways it honestly feels like the fully realized version of z-o-m-b-i-e-s. if you watch the movie ru paul is there, whether thats an incentive or disincentive.

and to wrap it up another game you probably already know about, lollipop chainsaw. yes its problematic but i am honoring my past teenage self who averted their gaze when they walked by it on the shelves in gamestop by saying tara strong sexy cheerleader zombie slayer game is fun and good.

anyway all this to say my taste is very questionable when it comes to this subgenre but i hope u get something out of it. a lot of zombie stories kinda flop for me because the horror element gets watered down into this more actiony survive the zombo apocalypse type thing but the concept of zombies is definitely something that interests me despite this and there are definitely some good pieces of zombie media out there.

oh! and i havent read it yet, but ive heard really promising things about the book manhunt by gretchen felker-martin. not explicitly a zombie story i dont think but draws from the same place for sure. would be worth checking out i think.

[summerlycoris]

Okay, so spoilers for Legends Arceus postgame below the... did the mobile app get rid of readmores? Gross! Hope this works:

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So, ive seen it claimed on the tvtropes page for Legends arceus that Rei/Akari are called pokemon trainers, and Volos called a pokemon wielder because he's the villan. And the logics good, but its not true. Heres how!

Rei and Akari are never called trainers. Trainers dont really exist yet, because pokeballs are new tech and people havent really started training pokemon yet, at least for the primary purpose of battle. Heck, even Ingo, who was a trainer in his past life, is only ever called Warden Ingo in battles. Volo, before going mask off is called Ginkgo Guild Member Volo; while Rei/ Akari are called The Survey Corps Rei/ Akari

One of the major plotpoints is after all, Diamond and Pearl clans thinking your new ways arent good, and thinking their management of pokemon, of living with them, is better. Meanwhile, at the start of the game they complain about you keeping pokemon in balls and think youre just using them

(This becomes weird when you consider Ingo, who does use pokeballs in battle, but still has a high position in the pearl clan.)

My theory is "pokemon wielder" comes from how people in hisui see people who use pokemon primarily for battle. Most characters title is [job description[[name]. Most people who keep pokemon keep them as companions, or to help with their work (either literally, like the farmers in the fields, or by protecting them on the job, like the security corps and survey corps.) Theres no reason yet to just... train pokemon for trainings sake. And the people in hisui look upon the idea with suspicion. Pokemon wielder is probably a little used term made to describe someone who, in the future, would be called a pokemon trainer. But... derogatory.

But then theres Volo in the last fight. Because hes no longer even pretending to act on the Ginkgo guilds behalf, he has his title stripped from him. So, because hes not training pokemon to, say keep him safe on the job anymore, he's *just* a pokemon wielder. If you ditched the survey corps in some bad end alternative, people would probably call you a pokemon wielder too. Becsuse youre no longer doing this for a reason they can understand.

What proof do i have of this? Well, not much besides what ive included above. But, the music for trainer battles is called Battle! (Pokemon wielder). The theme when you fight *Volo*, on the other hand, is Battle! (Pokemon wielder Volo)

And honestly, this just seems more likely. As much as Volo sucks, he has three different mons that evolve from friendship. If he was in this time, hed be called a trainer, like a more problematic N.

Though, we see that this'll likely start changing soon. If you talk to (cant remember exactly orz) either Zizu or one of her nearby subordinates, they mention thinking about setting up a dojo there in the future.

Having a dojo meant for pokemone battles would probably start changing the cultural expectations of human and pokemon relationships, and may even blossom into the first shinnoh gym! ( probably canalaves gym, due to the duel rivers running through. Yes, I know its called *jubilife* village. Its clearly closer to where canalave would later be on the map.)

So yeah. Thats why game freak didnt just go "oh his evil? He's a wielder now!" And how the phrase probably says less about Volos treatment of his team, and more sbout societal attitudes towards training pokemon.

Did i need to make an effort post about something so minor? Probably not. Did i enjoy obsessing over bullshit? Yep!