#but i'm not gonna hate a teenage girl

[bayetea]

just all of this from moa regarding frank/hazel/leo. the most uncomfortable romantic tension ever because nobody understands it and nobody involved wants it to be there

especially "Hazel's eyes glittered like gold. 'Gold is easy,' she said. It didn't seem that way to Leo--not when he looked at her." like we can interpret this in a few ways. what an interesting thing to think about a girl you just met

and the whole "if this is a private special thing that she's only done with her boyfriend then I either really don't want to try it or I really really do want to try it" like STOP cut the cameras. leo my boy you're dtm I'm crying

[ebbpettier]

i don't believe in the fandom concept of problematic faves (all characters should have at least one Problem, i think, for flavor) but if i did, fiona pitch would have a permanent throne at the very top of my list. i just think she's neato-cheetos.

[canisonicscrewyou]

Ship your old man RPF ship however you want but perhaps have some self-awareness while you talk about their actual in real life wives/girlfriends, and not the fictional girl getting in the way of your yaoi. Either way you're being misogynistic throwing whichever Her it is under the bus, but holy shit.

[angel-deer]

[cutiepatootiekatie]

why the fuck do they always make the antagonists the finest

[unrulylarry]

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[littlefoxgirlhere]

how to lose weight without 💥starving💥?

[no1tolerateitfan]

my main tiktok account got banned and i'm actually crying 💕

[digirainebow]

i didn't think jacob would be arguing with olivia, wanting it almost as much as her. what the hell. i expected the self defeated, taking one for the team attitude but actively needing it like her? when he had been trying to stop her all night? i feel like i've been blasted by a buckshot

[running-in-the-dark]

I'm watching the new Sad Boyz episode and Jarvis has been talking about Fall Out Boy for thirty minutes and I'm juuust. not enjoying it

[cidr-monologic-trials]

Hey in your opinion who do you think is the mastermind of CIDR? I am very curious about what you think. For me it’s either Jenny or Morty. 

I do have a few theories about who the Mastermind coud be, and I honestly woud say it's probably Morty.

Let me explain:

(Note that most of this stands from the two pre prologue videos [this one & this one] so chances of this aging poorly are high)

We've Technically already seen the Mastermind on "Prologue...Prologue?", but It's Imposible to know their identity due to them wearing a cloak

This is not the only time we see the Mastermind, as it also apears on "...Talents?" The proof of this two mistery kids being the same being Membrane's coment about why they where dennied access to the academy.

Out of the main cast his woud basically writte out people with clear talents:

- Jenny - Star (with "...Talents?" also confirming that she was approved) - Ed - Blossom - Bubbles - Vendetta - Zim - Dipper

We can also writte out Gaz & Dipper since "...Talents?" confirms they were approved. (Charlotte is also out because let's be real, she's not smart enough to be the mastermind)

in "...Talents?" we also learn that the Mastermind is famous or at least has a high reputation

So we can writte out character's that woudn't be poppular on a world scale

- Cartman - Kyle - Eddy

Which leaves us with Mabel, who coud be famous for the same reasons as Dipper (Mystery Twins) & Morty, due to being Famous Scientist Rick Sanchez Grandson/Sidekick.

We know it can't be Mable since she has a Ultimate Lab Confirming she was Approved for the acaddemy.

We also know for a fact that the Mastermind is one of the Students, as we can see in the "Class Trial Preview" that there aren't any empty Seats meaning the Mastermind took the place of the Missing "Ultimate Scientist".

Which woud leave Morty as the only possible person that coud be the mastermind.

Also you coud say that the reason for Morty being the first Murderer is him removing himself from the game before he has the chance to become a target, if that's the case it woud mean he will fake his death once he eventually gets voted as the culprit (which woud be easy as "Prologue...Prologue?" tells us about an invasion from Shapeshifters)

And woud explain Rick being the only hostage that we can't see as it was just a trick from Morty to give himself a motive.

This is what I've managed to gatter from the clues we have so far, but whith this being the BIG final mystery maybie we will get more clues that prove me wrong (I say as if Danganrompa's 1 & 2 twists weren't predictable from chapter 1...)

[livvywritesworld]

A Fist in the Mouth | Overview & Analysis

For those who don’t know, I am a creative writing student in my first year of university. In my introduction to creative writing class this semester, I wrote a short story called ‘A Fist in the Mouth’ for our fiction unit. After a couple rounds of editing, I submitted this piece to my university’s literary magazine and was later accepted for publication.

This is my first ever publication acceptance so of course this story holds such a special place in my heart now, and I thought I might make a post about it just kind of sharing a couple of snippets and some of the inspiration and thought I put behind the story as a whole.

(please let it be known that I retain all rights to my original work and no plagiarism will be tolerated)

excerpts and analysis under the cut

‘A Fist in the Mouth’ began as a way for me to kind of reintroduce myself to short fiction after a period of not having written anything at all due to some health issues. I had all of these ideas for the short fiction piece that I needed to write for class and none of them were working out how I wanted them to while still fitting within the word limit. So, I decided to discovery write something while listening to one of my many Spotify playlists just to kind of get in the groove of writing once more and really just see what would happen.

As I was writing, the song “Modern Girl” by Sleater-Kinney came on shuffle and for those of you who have never heard the song, there’s a repeating lyric, “hunger makes me a modern girl.” This really sparked some inspiration in me and all of a sudden I was writing about a teenage runaway come riot grrrl serial concert goer experiencing the horrors of girlhood and ambition. 

‘A Fist in the Mouth’ begins like this:

There’s a difference between running from and running to. When I left home, I thought I was running towards. I didn’t think of it as me leaving my parents’ oppressive religious household, though that was a fact that I readily acknowledged as a girl. I only ever thought of it as me, freshly eighteen, running full speed at a future I thought I deserved. A future I knew never would have found me if I’d stayed in that town, in that house, with those people, spending my days on my knees praying to a god that didn’t see me as deserving of anything more than I’d already been given.

Now, I think all I was doing was running away from every facet of my life. I didn’t feel the same way about God as the rest of my family, was scared to death of them looking at me one day and suddenly seeing all of me. Back then, I felt like I didn’t have any other choice. And I probably didn’t.

The narrator is kind of inspired by the character Maxine in the film ‘X,’ which I had watched a couple of weeks before writing the story, as well as Ethel Cain’s discography. I really wanted to write from the perspective of a teenage girl fleeing a very religious household (religious trauma for the win) because she wants more out of life than what her parents have laid out for her.

As we move through the story and see how the narrator interacts with the 90s Seattle grunge & punk scene, we are introduced to the narrator’s insatiable hunger (her ambition, queerness, and dedicated yearning). I use a lot of motifs throughout the beginning and middle of the text to try and recreate this feeling for the reader.

I was nineteen and my presence felt both excessive and non-existent. I wasn’t eating as much as I should’ve been, couldn’t really afford three meals a day. Most of my money went towards rent and bills, any real food I got would be leftovers from the diner. The cook was a bit sweet on me, so he’d make me a sandwich every day, free of charge, whatever kind I wanted.

The thing was though, even if I did get enough to eat, I still never felt full. I’d look in the mirror and my mouth would be this gaping cavern, something that didn’t fit on my face. It didn’t matter how old I was, how much life I did or didn’t experience— in the mirror smiling back at me was a gape-toothed girl looking to swallow the whole world if given the chance.

Then, we meet the character of Magdalene Williams, who is the only character in the story that I’ve named. The inspiration for Magdalene was definitely Mary Magdalene— I kind of wanted this holy-like figure to come into the narrator’s life and really give her a taste of the life that she craves for herself.

Magdalene invites the narrator to an all non-men punk show on the edge of Seattle and the narrator feels her hunger clawing up out of her stomach and demanding to go. She is inherently drawn to Magdalene and has no idea why. So she accepts the invitation. 

The story kind of unravels from there, and we end with Magdalene coming onstage with her band and giving The Performance of a Lifetime and generally really disturbing the narrator. The narrator knows that something Is Not Right here, she’s been very active in the scene for the last year and has never heard of Magdalene yet the entire crowd is going wild over her, and once Magdalene starts singing she immediately knows that something is wrong. And yet. She just can’t look away.

In Magdalene, the narrator sees everything that she wants, everything that she is so hungry for, and it terrifies her. She’s also a little jealous, and a little horny but very much in a prophet/faithhealer x devotee kind of way. 

I wrote the entire story in past tense because I really wanted it to have a sort of confessional vibe, to really keep in tone with the religious themes and imagery. My professor suggested after workshop that I might try it in present tense but it just was not working. During our class workshop however, everyone said that they liked the choice of past tense because it was almost like the narrator was telling us, the reader, that she experienced such an intense period of wanting in her life and still made it out in the end.

I don’t know if it’s too much to share on here like word count-wise, but the last few paragraphs of the story are my absolute favorites and I’m so proud of them. They’ve remained mostly unchanged in my various rounds of edits and I’m so impressed with myself for being able to write like this after having literally not written anything substantial in around six months.

Before I left home, my whole life was like a sepia photograph of a sunny day. Over-exposed, parents with smiling faces and sons with square jaws, daughters with ribbons in their hair. Wooden crosses on the walls, simple and unornate because God doesn’t need to be loved in gold foil. Grass stains on white tights, Sunday kitten heels scuffed from being worn so often, deodorant powder refusing to wash off the baby pink dress Mama thought looked so nice with my brown eyes.

There’s a difference between running from and running to. At eighteen, I was running towards something. I’msure of that. I don’t think I ever had an idea of what that something was, or what I even wanted it to be, but I did know that I didn’t want to be some televangelist’s golden daughter proffered up to God like Icarus was to the sun.

I noticed things about myself the way my family noticed things about God and religion and theology. Studied myself in mirrors, in the dark, in the depths of my own mind. I noticed everything and remembered nothing. Blood never started to fill my mouth until I surrounded myself with idolatry of a different kind, the screams sounded too much like mine.

At nineteen, I was running from. That night, hunger attacked every fiber of my being, ate away at my organs, left behind teeth marks and blood. I saw that hunger reflected in Magdalene, her mouth an open wound as she screamed out her lyrics. I wasn’t scared, though. There’s nothing scary about hunger, what’s scary is the response hunger elicits from other people.

This, I noticed. All in real time. Learned it of myself.

I watched the crowd feed Magdalene, and consequently devour her whole. Sanctify her living and alive, right before my eyes. And I never wanted anything more than I did then. I craved it, would’ve let hordes of women and girls crucify me where I stood just to be in Magdalene’s position. She never could’ve been full, not with the way she sang, but at least she was well fed. Oh how I wanted to be kept in excess.

Have learned to become my own number one fan lol

[selfinflictedgunshotwound]

everyone is reading aono-kun wrong... let's all die ^_^

[filthygob]

"i can fix him" like fuck i can. we're both getting worse, buckle up cunt.

[shmreduplication]

everyone who enjoys this post should watch Synecdoche, New York

Hoffman plays the main character

back in the day whenever a movie needed a guy they got philip seymour hoffman. back when america was a real county.

[antihcroes]

you know one thing i really appreciate with taylor & the folklore love triangle is that she didn't demonize anyone involved. she didn't try demonizing augustine by making her the 'other woman' and she didn't try demonizing james, she showed that he genuinely regretted his actions and was sorry. and i dunno, that's kind of important to me with the fact that they're all teenagers because teenagers get demonized in media so often especially in situations like this. and people love to forget teenagers are just out here trying their best and they fuck up and make mistakes sometimes