#based on their preference of fiction

[vero-niche]

trying to play morality police in the trigun fandom is so funny, like how are you a fan of the "incestual sexual assault trauma" show and then be outraged to see incestual fanart. my preference is not them either but cmon guys the call is coming from inside the house

[deeply-unserious-fellow]

Y'know, when it comes to ships with similar dynamics to Goosepowers I normally don't like adding more characters to it(with the exception of *occasionally* adding Wander to Deathglare or adding mE TO FIZZMODEUS PLS JUST GIVE ME A CHAN-), but like Matthew x Gideon x Julie is actually really good. Dont know if I like it as much as just Gideon x Julie on its own but still its so fuckin good-

[coockie8]

So do antis realise that their assumption that the fiction we consume is "our entire personality" is pretty much only announcing to the world that the fiction they consume is their entire personality?

Projecting and all that.

Personally, I like to believe antis have lives outside of Twitter and Tiktok and shit, but when they claim proshippers entire personalities are what they show online, it makes me wonder if antis do actually have a life outside the internet, because surely if they did, they would understand that what someone shows online is actually a very small portion of that person' personality.

Their inability, or unwillingness, to understand this very simple fact leads me to believe that what they show is their entire personality. Because if you think what I'm showing is all of me, then that's probably because what you show is all of you.

[amburuthings]

Thank you @lathbora-virann for tagging me !

summer or winter // coffee or tea // straight hair or curly hair // fiction or nonfiction // necklaces or bracelets // marshmallows or whipped cream // night in or night out // sunset or sunrise // pizza or pasta // cold drink or hot drink// vampire or werewolf // crop top or oversized hoodie // be able to fly or run at super speed // speak many languages or able to speak to animals// be invisible or read minds // phone call or text // laundry or dishes // pool or beach // flats or heels // stay home or go out // coke or pepsi // cook dinner or do dishes // books or movies // dogs or cats // chocolate or vanilla // facebook or instagram // over-dressed or under-dressed // morning or late nights // always late or always early // dancer or singer // always eat only dessert or always eat only savoury // shopping or museum // art gallery or zoo //parties or picnics // white lights or multicolored lights

I'm so bad at tagging people... Idk who to pick... I'm legit getting anxious over it hELp

@galadrieljones @baphometsss @mickeysalamander @gefionne @minaabitaa @bucketsofmonsters @kokoa707 @tearyphoenixx with obviously no obligation

[pharawee]

I love how City of Stars gave us a lovely scene with two people openly talking about their preferences and what they enjoy in terms of sex...

... only for people to argue that "it didn't go far enough" and somehow the show "chickened out" because in the end Krom wasn't vers and stated that he enjoys bottoming.

Just ?? ???

First of all, Fueang did explicitly say (several times btw) that he enjoys both topping and bottoming so there's your vers.

But mainly:

Do people actually realise how amazing it is that someone in a cute and lighthearted BL like City of Stars openly talks about enjoying being the bottom? Because this is almost never talked about. Everyone (in BL fandom spaces) always just seems to assume that the top is the active and fun and dominating part and the bottom is passively indulging and enduring - which leads to this weird and unhealthy implication that bottoming is somehow lesser and unappealing and "not queer enough".

Yes, pushing for a more diverse showcase of (sexual) preferences in BL is a good thing, but not if it comes at the expense of dismissing or belittling other preferences. Hell, according to reddit the most vocal group of bottoms are straight men getting pegged by their female partners, while a lot of queer people don't even enjoy anal at all. Their preferences say exactly NOTHING about who they are as a person.

It's not a hierarchy with verses at the top (lol) somehow magically transcending all the evil tropes and stereotypes in BL. Sexual preferences aren't a character trait, and there's nothing wrong with wanting to bottom exclusively.

[leatherbookmark]

Also I've been in this fandom for like 2.5 seconds approximately and I don't respect a single one of y'all BUT cmiiw the girlypop high femme lesbian mommy etcetc whatever PSH is a fairly new development isn't it. Like my first bias was Sanini but then I realized HJ is a diversely creative fairy prince who wears half-skirts, paints his nails and talks about fashion for men AND women and I was like O YES HI HELLO THIS ONE'S MINE HI. It's fascinating that apparently there's a whole genre of fans who see Joongie as the masculine dom to Hwa's willow-waisted femme omega bottom when like... They both have "masculine" and "feminine" traits. Above all that they're cool fun guys and I like them a lot (assigning gender to personality trait is finest grade dumbassery, not to mention gender essentialism. I don't recommend doing that)

[topioswords]

Technicalities

It’s a weird place to have a gallery, an old church, but Noir doesn’t feel up to digging around to find out what turn of events lead to this. And there is a certain kind of familiarity that eases his mind as he slips in through an unseemly back door with a very lax security system.

It’s old though, Noir isn’t gonna hold that against it too hard. He has a pretty good idea what kind of budget they’re working with. Local contemporary art doesn't exactly get a lot of recognition.

The office is pretty bare, and far enough up he should have some chance of slipping out in case anybody shows up unexpectedly. Judging by the dust and smudgy windows it isn’t exactly the most frequented place by whatever cleaning firm they may or may not have employed. And there’s a functional power outlet, colored scrap paper and a chair by a table so really, what more can he ask for? It should be a safe spot for the afternoon. Thank whatever scrap god for everything closing early on Saturdays here.

The light’s shifted when he slogs out of the stupid system reboot he’s been putting off for an uncomfortable amount of time, but at least it’s cleared up some of the error messages. It isn’t just the about half an hour of absent time that accounts for the change though. Somebody’s standing in the doorway, blocking the dusky light from the hallway window.

He knows that build.

“These really would be lovely in patterned paper,” the floaty jerk from the spaceport says, holding a folded green dinosaur he’d made earlier between two pointy fingers.

“Yeah, well,” Noir answers, letting the annoyance slip through the filter “you’re welcome to make them that way, but I’m not doing that.”

“Lux models weren’t coded for crafts,” they say, tilting their triangle screen towards him. The blue glow reflects off the table, making it look vast and cold. The orange tinted mirror lenses in the mask would make for a murky mix if he wasn’t used to cutting it out. His white balancing is pretty solid. “It’s called a hobby, it’s something people do if they’re not working or being creepy.” Noir says.

“I am working”

“Of course you are,” he grumbles. 

The silence stretches on for a couple of long seconds. “What’s your angle, why not just report me and get it over with?” Noir adds, eyeing the open door more than the stupid too-tall black bot in front of it. He could make a run for it, but with his power level tethering on the wrong side of 50 and the leg… he knows he wouldn’t get far, realistically speaking. He doesn’t need the danger assessment merrily suggesting likely scenarios for that action. Not that that’s stopping it.

“I told you before, you’re worth more to me free than captured,” they answer, with a slight thrill to the voice like it’s somehow funny. Noir can’t spot the joke.

“Ok so what’re you getting out of not just letting me go?” he asks, not really willing to do this conversation but knowing full well it’ll happen whether he wants it or not.

“Watching you is interesting” the black bot says, those stupidly finely crafted hover fingers of theirs doing a small flick that has no right looking so elegant. “And my human hasn’t shown up at the appointed time.”

“And what am I getting out of going along with this?”

“The security system maintaining its belief you’re nothing but a slightly eccentric human not a rogue recalled model that’s probably up to no good.”

“You know I’m not up to anything” Noir grumbles, annoyed.

“I do, but it doesn’t” the matte black bot answers and Noir swears it sounds cheerful even though the tone is bland.

“Damn it,” Noir says, and if he could sigh for real he’d have done so.

“Also, staff and some guests have already arrived, so all the exits are either manned or blocked off. Basically you’re stuck here till you’re found or you can help me help you.”

Noir groans, the sound rattling in his speaker. “Fine,” he hisses and folds his arms, refusing to face them.

Being escorted by somebody who’s made creepy comments at you is weird, but Noir has got to admit they were right about the place being hard to get out of on his own. Private events, damn it, he forgot how renting out is one of the ways to earn some much needed money. The mix of contemporary art sculptures and what looks like designer-types would be curious, if Noir hadn’t been in attendance for similar events enough times for the novelty to wear off.

>>Stay nearby, a message pings him, and he doesn’t need to wonder who this time.

>>I stand out, he writes back, skimming the attendance

>>Not too much, there will be presentations in 17 minutes, people will be too distracted to notice. May I help you blend in more?

Noir does turn his head at that, looking at the bot with its hover arms folded at its back, a nice low key pixel face in place. They’ve toned down the blue light to a soothing subtle dark blue. Showoff.

It’s a long moment of wondering what they have in mind before he answers.

>>Ok.

There’s only so much they can do with Noir’s clothes, but somehow the black bot still manages to straighten things out just so, and even though Noir resents them getting so close, it’s better. Nobody seems to pay any mind to the fuzzing, there’s several others who have bots tagging along once he starts looking for it. Right. Rich people and borrowed or plain mandated company models. 

“Sir, what refreshment can I get you?” They ask after quietly greenlighting Noir’s look. He tilts his mask, like he’s thinking.

“Coffee,” he says out loud

>>What’re you really doing here? He asks quietly, in text, safe from prying ears.

>>Officially, accompanying a representative from my current employment

>>and unofficially?

>> something else.

>> So you’re lying

>> Not really, I’m accompanying a representative, and I’m here on behalf of my current employment.

>> Pretty sure that’s called lying.

>> I prefer subterfuge.

>> Riiight, Noir writes, and takes the cup he’s handed. Even through the mask he can pick up on the rich notes from it, hanging in the air. It’s not your standard low grade substitution. He strangles the small huh, but not fast enough for his companion to tilt its screen a little.

“Good quality,” he says out loud, because that’s the more human reaction than getting into base readings.

“I’m glad to hear the accommodations are to your liking Sir,” they answer in voice.

>> That’s interesting, they write, but don't add more to it. Noir wonders what that’s about, but doesn’t ask.

The presentations are pretty varied, Noir listens without putting much attention to it, recording them for future perusal and-or trade. It’s nice he gets to sit at least, in a shadowy back row section to the side. 

>> Here, his unrequested escort writes, gently prodding his shoulder with a small square.

Noir stifles the shudder as he takes it, he’s not interested in that kind of unwarranted rattling around. His wiring is twisted up plenty already.

>> What’re you up to, he writes back

>> Spare power cell, you can borrow it, they answer, and Noir twists his mask to see them stand by the side, the matte black and blue-green glow standing out among the shadows where most of the attending bots are lingering. They’ve folded their arms at their back again, the screen blank.

He should say thanks, probably, but he doesn’t like that they know.

>> What’s your name, he asks instead, to distract himself from the thought.

>> You can read my ID from the user logs

>> No, your name stupid. I don’t call myself Lux Industries model 3.7 production number 130947-900315909 alga. I’m Noir, get it? Try again, what’s your name.

>> They call me BB

 Even though there’s no reason to, he still shakes his head at it. He could look, see when they were made, Noir has a suspicion. But that feels rude at this point and he has no real desire to see if he’s right.

>> Ok, I guess a nickname is a step up at least, I’m not calling you by serial number. Please tell me it doesn’t stand for something dumb.

>> Black Beauty

>> I regret asking, he writes, and he isn’t sure why that feels so funny to him, but he’s glad he can cut the sound of the laughing he wants to do.

“Urgh, these evening events are hell on my back,” the guy on his left complains and Noir nods as BB quietly fills him in on who it is in the background. “Food’s good though, they finally sprung for some decent catering, about time,” 

They’ve been hanging around for 143 minutes and Noir’s given up asking if he can just go already. Looks like these humans aren’t planning to pack up anytime soon, Noir pities whatever cleaning company has to deal with the aftermath, but at least they’ve all been shuffled away from the art.

“I need some fresh air,” Noir says to the small group of people, and they laugh at the not particularly subtle smoking break code and let him slip off.

Nobody’s remarked on him not actually eating or drinking, his black shadow just slips in and spirits things away when he drifts off for a new group. Noir is tired, his energy level has dropped noticeably, and he can feel himself running hotter from having to keep up the charade.  

A woman approaches and Noir wishes something would break his cover just so he can avoid more small talk at the same time as he’s terrified this time he’ll slip up.

“Sir,” BB slips in, gently catching Noir’s elbow and he realizes that something in his leg has probably given out. He was swaying. He turns his head and sees the way several faces in various stages of masked turn to face him. Shit.

“Excuse us, Sir is feeling unwell,” BB says, all calm and efficient. No heart in it, Noir thinks to himself, but the nearby people nod, or shrug, and turn away again.

Too much to drink gossip. Noir’s tense joints loosen up and he’s very nearly grateful as BB leads him towards the exit, finally.

>> You can let go of my arm now, Noir writes

>> We’re outside, you’ll run

>> You literally just made sure my face didn’t get acquainted with the floor. My legs aren’t up to running, and you know it.

>> I wanted to thank you.

Noir would blink, if he had the ability. He twists in the grip, enough to watch that annoying hover triangle face. BB is using the improved Lux pixel smile again, and Noir doesn’t know if he should take it as an insult or a really badly implemented compliment.

>> You can thank me by letting me go, you’re done with me, aren’t you?

>> You’ve been very helpful, they write, that blue-lit smile mirroring in his scruffy lenses.

>> I just wanted to get out, Noir writes, feeling like he should definitely not ask how being talked at by humans is helpful.

>> I wouldn’t actually have turned you in, you’re too interesting BB writes, then adds

>> Don’t get yourself caught by somebody else.

Noir doesn’t linger to answer that, he scampers off when their grip loosens. Before he gets out of range and puts up some stronger walls, one last message manages to trickle in.

>> You can return that power cell next time we meet. You need it more than I do.

He can feel its weight in his pocket, cold and snug, and he hates knowing they’re right about needing it.

He hates knowing they probably will meet again at some point even more.

[littleacebee]

Okay, audio drama folks, I’m curious. I’ve seen and supported my share of podcasts crowdfunders and patreons and among all the rewards and goodies there are sometimes some that I personally just don’t care about. It’s not like I don’t like them because podcast goodie is a podcast goodie, but about some of them I just go 🤷 eh.

So I am curious because we usually talk about our fav things – do you have rewards or goodies you just don’t care that much?

For me it’s usually early access (which I know a lot of people love) because what I am going to do with it? I will have to wait for the next episode the same amount of time and now I can’t talk to anyone about the episode until it airs. So yeah, I don’t really use that one.

(PSA: this post is not meant as a critique or some weird request, just curiosity of what are other people opinions. Also everyone, pls be nice and respectful)

[daz4i]

controversial opinion perhaps but i kinda hate when youtubers, esp ones with a large audience, pull armchair psychology on villainous or clearly negative characters, when they don't have the disorders they're talking about or some background in psychology or at least talking to someone who has it to make sure what they're saying is relevant. it kinda feels like it adds to the constant demonization of these disorders (like. going "this character is bipolar because they killed someone on a whim" is Not Great to say the least) without any regard to how it affects the real people who live with them

[benbamboozled]

“Shipping Batcest is harmful for real-life adopted families”

First of all, no, no it’s not. “Fictional people fans think should kiss” could not be more abstracted from real life. Get some fuckin perspective, mate.

Second of all, let’s be real here. You just don’t like it. It’s okay to just not like things, or to even be squicked by them. You don’t have to make up reasons why it’s actually bAaAaAaD. You can just go “it squicks me. Next!”

Thirdly, if your issue really is “I believe the very concept to be disrespectful to adopted families” there’s an easy fix for this.

The obvious solution?

Make them all blood related.

Boom. No more issues with “adopted vs. blood related family” anymore!

You’re welcome.

[commsroom]

omg i want to know more about the connection between dragon age mages and hera

okay! so. commonly, mages in dragon age are sent to the circle of magi when they begin to show signs of magical ability, and so are raised without family ties / are generally isolated, for one reason or another. in the circle towers, apprentices are basically prisoners under constant armed surveillance, and each mage has their blood bound to a phylactery, which allows them to be tracked if they run away. their lives consist more or less entirely of training for the harrowing, which is sort of... an aptitude test. there are three outcomes: 1) prove you are 'in control of your abilities' and 'not a danger to others', and you don't really gain your freedom, but you probably get assigned a job somewhere else, 2) die, or 3) be made tranquil, a magical lobotomy. these people are also put to work.

there's more to it, obviously, but i think the parts of that premise hera would connect with based on her own life are pretty clear - isolation, lack of real-world experience, autonomy (and the fear of having it taken away), the feeling that everyone's a little bit afraid of her and considers her dangerous, etc. even mages being recruited as grey wardens has a kind of resonance since, like with goddard, their ranks are pretty sharply divided between people who signed up voluntarily because they believed in a cause, and people (apostates, criminals, etc.) who had no other choice.

[jakeperalta]

I love my swiftie mutuals individually and there are some lovely parts of being in the fandom (animal anon etc) but dear god as a whole it makes me despair.....

[astrxealis]

really want to read more and more literature (esp classics!) aghhhh yesterday iirc i was on a walk with my mom and twin and an old guy (not a weirdo dw) who was jogging or walking too actually asked what book i was carrying and it's a little funny bcs uhm he just went "oh a classic!" you see. i was carrying dante's inferno. which i still haven't properly started to read but anyways he might... if my mom is right... be the local parish guy so oopsies !! LMAO anyways yeah really interested in lovecraft for a while now! horror scares me and gives me paranoia but i also enjoy the writing of it? and i remember once that something/someone said my writing is kinda similar to his. hm.

[omarfor-orchestra]

Secondo me stasera ai soliti ignoti c'è Lunetta Savino

[jazzy-mass]

And to add on to that: you can enjoy something that has problematic themes while acknowledging it’s problematic. There are plenty of things out there that are fun to watch or read that aren’t always super great or have the best representation of healthy, and you can enjoy that while understanding that when applied to real life, it isn’t healthy or good. You can like characters that in reality would be genuinely not great. It’s fiction. It’s not real and it’s a safe way to experience and process and love something without it hurting others or yourself. It is only when it is used to hurt others or yourself or others forget it’s fiction and attack others for their opinions on it that it becomes problematic in reality.

*parts a bead curtain as i enter the room, carrying a glass of lemonade* 

hey….

nothing you ever read, watch, or participate in will be ideologically pure and without its problems. your quest to consume the most unproblematic material will be, in the end, fruitless. your enjoyment of anything will be sapped away, leaving you a husk starved for media.

 it is okay to enjoy things that have problems to them, so long as you do it critically and with an open mind, and take care to consider others.

*leaves the way i came*

[thedeviousdevilxx]

So I just read that Vicky Hamilton has a book that’s gonna get turned into a tv series about the 80s sunset strip with all the bands she worked with

I’m curious to how this works out because I’d prefer it to be more of a docuseries

I've read her book, it's really interesting, did not know they'd be making a series.

I am kinda intrigued. Eh docuseries are fine, but there hasn't been a tv series about that era so depending on the network, writers and directors involved, I'd check it out at least if or when it gets made