#but what are they gonna fucking say?

[noelledeltarune]

EVERY SINGLE DAY there are MILLIONS of characters in their late 20s who get falsely accused of being father figures to teenagers when in reality the description of "weird older cousin" or "step-sibling that moved out before you were born" is 1000000x more apt

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.

[allthatsnullandvoid]

i’ve been a little angry lately. there’s just a lot floating around in my head, because summer is so close. we’re going to galveston beach next month, which is cool, but it coincides with my family’s ward’s youth camp who are there at the same time. (it’s a way of sort of having a family vacation while still just being my parents doing their church job of watching the youth. i’ll just be there with my youngest sibling too.) i wish i could say it means nothing. i wish i could say i could here the words ‘girl’s camp’ without immediately feeling like i’m going to cry. it’s so stupid, but i never really got over it. they sent me home from girls camp when i was 14 for ‘making other girls uncomfortable’. the situation was never explained to me at all. they ‘cornered’ me in front of the showers at the end of the day. they had other people, people i barely knew, touch and pack my things for me while i was in there. they made my father drive two hours, all the way out of state, to get there right as everyone was going to bed. never once was i asked about whatever ‘incident’ that they decided was my biggest fucking sin. i literally got on my knees in the gravel parking lot and begged them to let me stay. i cried until i got sick and never stopped begging. i didn’t want to leave. i wanted to be normal. i wanted to be normal. i can’t really say if i ever truly believed in god, but i can say that was the night i stopped even wanting to believe. i never felt comfortable in church again, after that. i found out a while later that they almost kept me from even going to girls camp. another girls mom complained that i shouldn’t be able to go because i was gay. they treated me like i was some kind of threat. like i was dangerous. a predator. i said the last prayer i ever earnestly tried for that night and it was the beg god to fix me or kill me. if i could not be saved i wanted to die. i honestly think the only thing that kept me from seriously hurting myself that night was the fact that i was so exhausted and detached from everything i felt like i could barely move. my family let me get on a plane to Utah by myself and go join my grandparents on a trip to visit family members, and i think that helped me in the weeks after. to not have to see or interact with anyone from home for a few weeks. it makes me so angry, still. i was 14. i was a child. not only a child, but i child with a history of self harm and depression, who was so obviously desperate for positive attention and some sort of togetherness from the people around me. i was a sad, anxious child and they watched me sob myself sick in the dirt in front of other teenagers and never even apologized. i hate them. i hate them! i’ll never feel normal. i’ve never felt wanted, or safe. i’m always terrified the rug will be pulled out from under me and i’ll be sent away to rot and cry until i can’t move and no one will even be sorry. and it happened nearly a decade ago and i still feel it like an open wound. i’ve just accepted that i must not be a person people want to be around. it’s so hard to believe anyone who tries to tell me otherwise because it feels like everything is just proving me right. the only way to make people like me is to carve chunks out of my self and pretend they were never there. i’m so tired of feeling wrong. i want to go to sleep forever.

[spitblaze]

I guess Chilchuck has brought us right back to 'adults who are short are child-coded and if you like them you're a pedophile' discourse huh

[collgeruledzebra]

the thing about trying to recommend fiction podcasts to someone who isn't familiar with them is that not only are so so many genres represented but also the level of production can fall anywhere from "basically an audiobook" to "major motion picture minus the pictures"

[spiralling-spires]

Being jurgen leitner the day that gerry almost killed him was probably really surreal. Imagine you’re minding your business, collecting fucked up books, and out of nowhere this goth guy covered in eye tattoos shows up and beats you half to death, then stops, goes, “no you’re too pathetic to be jurgen leitner” and leaves without further elaboration. And you dont correct him, you like being alive after all, and after that you just… continue with your life. And then several years later you tell this to some random guy in the tunnels you’ve been hiding in, and he not only knows who the goth was, but seems somewhat fond of the goth. And then you get brutal pipe murdered by the random guy’s boss. Oops

[give-grian-rights]

listening to This Year on repeat. going to bed please remember that we can make it through again. im going to bed before it's finally called but.. yeah

[accidental-apocalypse]

Protocol is actually just us Magnus Archives fans rapidly descending into s2-Jon-levels of paranoia. Granted, just like s2 Jon, we have reason to be paranoid, but it's still hilarious to see us all collectively scaling the walls of our enclosure while frothing at the mouth over our theories.

Jonny and Alex are playing us like a cheap harmonica and I'm so here for it

[spitedemon]

i really don’t think it’s “typical dragon age fandom nonsense” for people to be genuinely upset about the world state choices. combat, level design, art direction, gameplay gimmicks, those have all varied across each dragon age game. the one thing that’s remained constant are nods to our previous choices.

i wasn’t expecting my HoF to come riding in on a griffon, but i can’t find a monument dedicated to warden tabris somewhere around the anderfels? lucanis couldn’t have some lines about the time that one arainai boy was stirring up trouble in antiva city? you’re gonna tell me that making a mage the new divine wouldn’t have some impact on nevarra and antiva? on the anderfels, the supposed most devout militant andrastian nation in thedas? you’re saying nobody in the north is paying attention to who rules orlais or ferelden? come on.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

:-P

[divineandmajesticinone]

4 MINUTES (2024) I 1.02 "It's pretty deep. All the doctors in the ER are busy. I'll stitch it up for you."

[lotus-pear]

the dialogue choices in this game should be more diabolical

[inkskinned]

the thing is there's like, a point of oversaturation for everything, and it's why so many things get dropped after a few minutes. and we act like millennials or gen z kids "have short attention spans" but... that's not quite it. it's more like - we did like it. you just ruined it.

capitalism sees product A having moderate success, and then everything has to come out with their "own version" of product A (which is often exactly the same). and they dump extreme amounts of money and environmental waste into each horrible simulacrum they trot out each season.

now it's not just tiktokkers making videos; it's that instagram and even fucking tumblr both think you want live feeds and video-first programming. and it helps them, because videos are easier to sneak native ads into. the books coming out all have to have 78 buzzwords in them for SEO, or otherwise they don't get published. they are making a live-action remake of moana. i haven't googled it, but there's probably another marvel or starwars something coming out, no matter when you're reading this post.

and we are like "hi, this clone of project A completely misses the point of the original. it is soulless and colorless and miserable." and the company nods and says "yes totally. here is a different clone, but special." and we look at clone 2 and we say "nope, this one is still flat and bad, y'all" and they're like "no, totally, we hear you," and then they make another clone but this time it's, like, a joyless prequel. and by the time they've successfully rolled out "clone 89", the market is incredibly oversaturated, and the consumer is blamed because the company isn't turning a profit.

and like - take even something digital like the tumblr "live streaming" function i just mentioned. that has to take up server space and some amount of carbon footprint; just so this brokenass blue hellsite can roll out a feature that literally none of its userbase actually wants. the thing that's the kicker here: even something that doesn't have a physical production plant still impacts the environment.

and it all just feels like it's rolling out of control because like, you watch companies pour hundreds of thousands of dollars into a remake of a remake of something nobody wants anymore and you're like, not able to afford eggs anymore. and you tell the company that really what you want is a good story about survival and they say "okay so you mean a YA white protagonist has some kind of 'spicy' love triangle" and you're like - hey man i think you're misunderstanding the point of storytelling but they've already printed 76 versions of "city of blood and magic" and "queen of diamond rule" and spent literally millions of dollars on the movie "Candy Crush Killer: Coming to Eat You".

it's like being stuck in a room with a clown that keeps telling the same joke over and over but it's worse every time. and that would be fine but he keeps fucking charging you 6.99. and you keep being like "no, i know it made me laugh the first time, but that's because it was different and new" and the clown is just aggressively sitting there saying "well! plenty of people like my jokes! the reason you're bored of this is because maybe there's something wrong with you!"

[sea-buns]

i feel insane

[rhupi]

Obito's late ass during the rainy be like

[puppyeared]

so a few things

my brother and i have our rooms facing each other he recently got a mood light installed and he can change the color his favorite color is purple

which would normally be. FINE but every time i walk to my room its just been this