#contrary to popular belief I am not a hater

[persephoneflouwers]

Angie why don’t you become a solo harrie if you hate louis so bad?

This place in a single line:

(I don’t even know what this was meant for, but it’s interesting the way perception can change depending on which side of the story you lean towards to)

[freakattack]

What do you think of Ko Takeuchi as an illustrator anyway? Do you blame him for WarioWare getting normalpilled?

LOL well either way I can't be too mad at him considering that he is the one responsible for the original lightning-in-a-bottle designs in the first place (IIRC he's been the sole credited character designer since Mega Microgrames). Truly we'll never know if the Normalbobification of warioware was a personal stylistic choice on Takeuchi's part or a push from more marketing-minded suits behind the scenes, and we will likely never know because of people like me who are fucking insane about it. I will beat a dead horse and say that his same-face syndrome for women specifically is really bad. But, to his credit, and despite the depressing new art direction of the series, his more painterly character art from Get It Together is nothing short of gorgeous:

(Yes i chose the only long orbulon in the batch DON'T look at me.)

So, overall, I don't think he's a BAD artist. The fact that I like a lot of his work actually makes the overhaul even more painful; he COULD make everyone look weird and greasy again, it would be so easy for him to make everyone look weird and greasy again. This one isn't solely an art style thing, so I'm kind of derailing here, but how did we go from this:

To this:

It just ain't right!!

But, on the other side of the coin, as much as I have qualms with the new art style and some of the changes in characterization of a lot of our guys (not just Orbulon, I think Crygor and Jimmy got hit too), I do really really love that more focus has been put on their characterization at all. Hell, Warioware Move It is basically a cartoon episode disguised as a game. That's fun as hell! From the fully-voiced Gold to the saga of Get It Together, it feels like they are really making the most of the awesome cast of weirdos at their disposal - and they always have, but now instead of all the fun stuff being relegated to websites and manuals, it's taking center stage. Something I love about warioware is just how much love the crew seems to have for these characters, and it's nice that that's still evident no matter what they look like.

[linnamonrolls0]

The Winner Takes It All

LMM!Hermes x Reader

Summary:

“devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes what doesn’t kill me makes me want you more…”

You accidentally find your way into the Lotus Casino, where a certain Greek god takes a keen interest in a game of poker, a sweet deal, and… you.

Rating: Mature

Words: 4,480

A/N:

I wasn’t gonna write this… until I saw some hater saying they’d [redacted] if they saw a LMM!Hermes x Reader fic show up - so naturally, being the disastrous Lin simp that I am, I HAD TO DO IT. After all, learning from the best in proving the naysayers wrong…

A lot of this was written pre-episode, allow it with a few inconsistencies and a lot of research-induced additions!

Mixtape... bloop - https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6v2ZfRamJRh8eP6qOqz4ND

Chapter 1: When The Chips Are Down

Contrary to popular belief, apparently it is possible to get lost in Las Vegas.

You were only strolling the Strip with a group of friends on the last day of your whirlwind vacation, but soon enough you found yourself at a dead end, unsure of what turn you’d even taken to get there. 

Hoping to locate a restroom and some means of connectivity to contact your friends, you beelined for the nearest building, flashily labelled the Lotus Hotel and Casino: upon glancing upward, you were met with the sight of a forty-storey tower, with a wide open entrance marked by a blooming neon-bright lotus flower in front of you. It was the sort of place you would expect to be buzzing with life, but oddly enough nary a soul lingered by the shining silver doors; just stillness and silence, save for the muffled music pounding from somewhere inside.

Though you felt overwhelmingly uneasy, that entrance carried a strange magnetism that compelled you to step inside. Something that suggested all your fear would be put to rest the moment you walked through those doors… or into that flower, at least.

You tucked your hands under your sleeves and drew in a deep breath, before you crossed the petalled threshold into an opulent lobby decorated with lotus plants in intricately designed pots and inviting plush couches around the circular hall. The air conditioning was a welcome relief from the Nevada summer heat, and the whole place seemed to glow in a dark shade of pink. 

You immediately felt an invisible weight ease off of your shoulders as you entered… What had you come here to look for, again?

Right, a phone charger and somewhere to pee. Of course, basic human necessities, how could you forget those so quickly?

Interrupting your line of thought, you paused in your tracks when a tall Barbie doll materialised in front of you, dressed in bright pink from head to toe; upon first glance she looked like some sort of projection, as though she wasn’t real at all.

“Welcome to the Lotus Hotel and Casino,” she greeted you in an almost robotic voice, with a plastic smile stretched across her face, holding out a shimmering green card. “Here’s your Cash Card, have a great time!”

“Cash… what? Do I have to pay for this?” you stuttered, confused beyond belief as you took the card. What was this place?

“No, not a penny!” She shook her head; not a single strand of her perfectly coiffed blonde hair shifted out of place. “Would you like a tour? Here, have a drink. Only the best in the world here!” 

She offered you a glass goblet, filled to the brim with a dark maroon liquid and topped with blueberries, bearing the same eerie magnetism as the doors had done minutes before. You eyed the drink dubiously, brows furrowed as you sniffed it in a futile attempt to ascertain what exactly it was.

“I’m alright, thank you,” you politely declined, “What is—”

But before you could finish your question, the Barbie doll had disappeared as suddenly as she’d arrived, and the moment you sipped the strong floral drink, your questions completely evaporated.

Following your curiosity, you craned your neck and looked up to see endless floors lined with rooms and doors and glass balconies, with a pair of glass elevators in the middle. At this point, you wouldn’t be surprised if the great glass elevator could shoot through the ceiling like something out of a children’s book.

At least there were more people in here, though you were certain they too had just appeared as if by magic; not acknowledging you at all, they milled about in the lobby and outside the doors to the casino, beside to what appeared to be an arcade full of excited children playing classic and modern video games alike. Regardless of age, all the guests were clad in fancy-dress costumes; you figured perhaps there was an event taking place that had its attendees reflecting different eras of fashion. Wouldn’t be unusual for this town, everyone was dressed crazy and after three days traversing Sin City’s myriad clubs and casinos, nothing fazed you - or perhaps the effects of whatever you’d taken at that club last night still hadn’t fully worn off, who knew…

Still in a bit of a daze, you floated toward the immense double doors leading to the Casino, already hearing the jingling of slot machines singing proud over the pounding pop beats as their backing track.

The casino was lit by ornate chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, deliberately dimmed to give way to the bright, flashing lights of the various gaming machines assembled around the hall, surrounding a set of card tables in its centre. Chatter and laughter filled the room and people crowded around the tables, playing without a care in the world and having the time of their lives; everyone seemed to have a goblet in hand and a cash card in the other, not dissimilar to your current state. It was warmer in here, though still comfortable enough that you could breathe… Just about.

You wandered through and your attention was glued to a game of roulette at a table beside you, where a couple had just won who knows what, when you were interrupted by a greeting that you just somehow knew was directed at you.

“Well, hello, there,” you heard in a smooth, low tenor behind you.

You whirled around on your heel to be met by… a guy. Literally just a guy, casually leaning on his gorgeously tanned forearms on a nearby craps table, aimlessly toying with a pair of dice in his left hand as he gazed over at you. He was certainly easy on the eyes with his vaguely familiar but handsome face, a mischievous little smirk on his lips, and pretty brown eyes that sparkled in the flashing lights… There was something about those eyes that drew you in. And for some reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to look away…

He looked like the most normal person in the room, but he seemed entirely out of place, given that everyone else was dressed to the nines - meanwhile he wore a comfy tan hoodie and sweatpants set, as if he perhaps owned it all and subsequently had no rules to follow in this already-lawless land. When he stepped around his table to approach you, he certainly did swagger around like he ruled the place, and his companions nearby looked at him like they worshipped the ground he walked on. Perhaps he was important, but how were you to know?

“You come here often?” he flirted, just about the most awful pickup line imaginable, but you were past the point of questioning why it still sounded attractive.

How had you ended up here, anyway? Hell knew… But this was Sin City, after all; a little harmless flirting could do you no harm, surely… 

“Nope, never been here before. But weirdly, I don’t want to leave…” you shrugged, taking another sip of that strangely addictive drink.

“Sounds about right, Miss…”

“[Y/N],” you offered casually, uncharacteristically not hesitant.

“Pleasure to meet you…” he said with a playful lilt to his tone, holding out a hand, “They call me Hermes.”

When you shook his hand, for a split second you could’ve sworn you weren’t there anymore - when his smooth hand held yours, something akin to a firework went off inside your mind, and you’d put it down to just sparks if not for the phantom breeze you felt just then, a gust that nearly knocked you off your feet.

You couldn’t place what it was, exactly, but there was something strange about this man. He bore an almost otherworldly quality, as though he wasn’t human at all… But how could he be anything else? Come to think of it, there was a similarly supernatural energy about the casino itself; no wonder he fit right in to this weird wonderland.

“What, you got a Birkin in your back pocket or something, Mr Hermes?” you laughed, trying to shake off that odd suspicion, only to be met by his indignant scowl. Even that was cute.

“And what business do you have with my back pockets?” he teased, tucking one hand into the front pocket of his hoodie, to which you raised an intrigued brow.

You shrugged, nonchalant, still reeling from that strange feeling. “Nothing yet, but perhaps I’d like to find out…”

“Obviously I do not, but I could hook you up.” The innuendo wasn’t lost on you, least of all when Hermes smirked, that patented brand of mischief you were quickly growing quite fond of as he swaggered across to the card table; the players welcomed him back gladly. “Care for a game?” he asked, seemingly winning one without even paying attention to it as he rolled the dice carelessly onto the table that stood between you.

As he retrieved the dice, you eyed his hands curiously; they could only be described as pretty, as though he might be a pianist or… an artist of some description. He had his sleeves rolled back and a gold-plated Rolex glimmered on one wrist, a chunky gold chain-link bracelet on the other, and something about that on him was distractingly attractive. It all screamed money, despite his casual tracksuit getup, which would’ve been nothing special if it didn’t look so needlessly expensive in itself. You absently wondered what that obscure tattoo on his ring finger meant, for surely it couldn’t imply he might be taken…

“It’s not like you have anything to lose,” Hermes commented, interrupting your line of thought as he set a few chips down on the table and retrieved his own green Cash Card from his pocket, holding it up to show you. So everyone had them; then, what was the point?

Oh, right. You likely couldn’t do anything with the money outside, so, go figure it was an unlimited free pass.

“I guess I’m in. After all, what you gonna do when the chips are down?” you quoted a challenge, holding your own smug look at the recognition in his eyes.

“I see you speak my language…” he teased, “Even if those aren’t exactly my words.”

“Funny you should mention that. Has anyone ever told you you look a bit like Lin-Manuel Miranda?”

“So I’ve been told! Though, I think the correct expression would be that he looks like me. Same difference, he’s me, I’m him, whatever.” He waved a flippant hand, as if instructing you to ask no further questions on the topic.

“Gotcha…” You laughed, putting this all down to a wacky dream by now as you joined him by the card table. “What is this, anyway?” you asked him, raising your goblet in his general direction. He was the only person here without one, which didn’t entirely make sense to you, even in the logic of twisted fever dreams.

“Raise a glass to freedom… and throw it the fuck away,” he sang with a laugh, “Seriously, though, that’s a little addictive psychedelic beverage called blue lotus wine. If you know what’s good for you, you won’t drink a drop.”

“And what if I already did?”

“Well, then you’re well and truly screwed…” Hermes grinned, mischief dancing in his dark brown eyes. He swiped the half-full glass out of your hand and knocked back the remainder of the wine in one quick gulp, his gaze never leaving yours as he deposited the empty glass on a tray carried away by one of those apparating Barbie waitresses. “And now, so am I.”

He waved over another waitress and grabbed two new glasses of wine off her tray, politely handing one to you. He brought his glass to his lips, slowly sipping at the wine as you eyed his hand wrapped around the glass, absently wondering what that seemingly delicate touch would feel like on you… There was no reason why the simple act of this man drinking hallucinatory wine should’ve been remotely sexy, but you could say the same for him in general; this shouldn’t work, but god damn, it does.

“Was that really the best idea if it’s—” you began, and he quickly cut in.

“Absolutely not, no, but if you come here to forget, you may as well do it right…” Hermes sighed, a momentary flash of resignation in his stance as he briefly let his shoulders droop. “Anyway, whatever, fuck real life. Let’s play?” he offered, running a hand through his dark hair, seemingly shaking himself out of the memory of whatever haunting reality had led him here. As a matter of fact, what had led you here?

“Sure,” you smiled, “What are we playing? I’m pretty sure I saw an arcade on my way in…”

“Come on, there’s no stakes in that! This is where the real fun’s at,” he said with a light laugh, gesturing to the craps table in front of you.

“Speak for yourself. I’ll have you know, I’m amazing at air hockey!”

“Yeah? I’m a killer at the claw machine, so go figure.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “Cute. Shame they don’t have an escape room.”

“Just as well, I’ve always been a little too good with locks… Besides, this place itself is an escape room. Only, there’s no escape…”

“Wait, what?”

“Because… You want to stay, right? What’s waiting for you outside?”

Suddenly, you found yourself struggling to answer his question. Where barely a few moments ago, everything had been so clear, now you could see a hazy cloud inside your mind as you desperately searched for the answer to no avail, almost as though that hallucinogen was beginning to hit hard… 

“Outside? What’s outside? I — I could stay here — You’re… Huh?” you stuttered, “I don’t know where else I’d go.”

Hermes sighed, glancing over at you. “Literally anywhere but here.”

“Sorry?” you questioned, brows furrowed. Had you misread his signals?

“Walk with me,” he offered, and so you obliged as he stepped towards you again. You followed his lead as he strolled on within the confines of the casino, glancing surreptitiously around as though making sure you weren’t being eavesdropped on - though you could only wonder why.

“Alright, I don’t normally do this…” he drawled, “But for some reason I’m taking a liking towards you; and all trickery aside, I don’t take unfair advantage, so here’s the secret. You ever heard of Odysseus and the Lotus Eaters?” he asked seriously; you nodded your assurance. “Well, this place is kinda like their island… Only, now it’s here in the modern world, and what better place for it than Sin City? Hence the lightness in the air and the endless supply of blue lotus wine…”

You eyed him curiously, willing him to go on and trying not to focus on his initial confession. “I guess that explains a lot. So this is… eternal psychedelic bliss?”

“Yep, that good old adrenaline and dopamine rush, forever and ever and everrrrr… Half of Olympus has tried to claim it, but nobody really knows whose work of chaotic genius this was.” He shrugged nonchalantly, not at all like he was explaining such an outlandish concept. “When you’re in a casino, time just seems to work differently - and just like that, time moves at its own distorted pace in here. Lost travellers often find their way into this place, it has that draw when you stray off your path - and that’s why I hang out here, not just to wander astray from my own shit, but to guide you back to yours. I’m not immune to this,” he raised his glass, gesturing to the wine, “But I can handle the air just fine, unlike most mortals…”

“And what if I want to get lost?” you challenged, plucking his glass out of his hand, holding his gaze as you brought the drink to your lips. His gaze remained fixed on you as he bit his own lip, his eyes flickering to your lips for a millisecond as you sipped the wine; thirsty, not dissimilar to the way you’d been eyeing him mere seconds ago.

“Mmkay, lucky for you, I have some semblance of sense about me,” Hermes said, stopping by a poker table nearby, where the players immediately cleared a spot for the pair of you. Entirely nonchalant, he swiped a deck of cards off the table, expertly shuffling it as he spoke, “So win the next deal, and I’ll get you out of here.”

“So if I lose, I’m stuck in here?” you attempted to clarify the stakes, trying not to get distracted as you watched him shuffle those cards. Hell, he had such pretty hands, what else could you do but wonder what else he could do with them?

“Pretty much.”

“And what if I ask for a better deal?”

“Better than having your real life back?”

“Yep.”

“Try me…”

“Okay. If I win, my prize is you.”

“Me? What’s the catch?”

“Nothing. Just, you and me, until not even the gods above can separate the two of us,” you teased, peak dramatic, somewhere between flirting and floating. You could get used to this, the weightless feeling of flight…

Hermes quirked a brow at you, undeniably amused. “Interesting thought, given that I’m… well, not above, per se, but one of them.”

“You’re… what now?” You tilted your head to one side, looking curiously across at him. What in the world was he on about?

He shot you a pointed stare, isn’t it obvious? But it wasn’t, until now… when it all began to make sense, slowly: what this place was, how he knew so much about it, why he had a more heightened sense of awareness despite the inherent hypnotism of the literal and metaphorical lotus flower you’d stepped into… And he could guide lost travellers out. Your jaw dropped as your hand flew to your mouth when it finally dawned upon you who and what he was, and what that entailed —

And out loud, all you could manage was a whisper; “Oh, my god…”

The Greek god in front of you heaved a dramatic sigh, aiming a playful eye-roll in your direction. “Please, like I haven’t heard that one before,” he chuckled lightly, the sarcasm heavy in his tone.

And so you let him deal your hand and you played, stopping every so often to laugh, for Hermes was surprisingly fun to be around and perhaps staying here with him wouldn’t be so bad… Only, this couldn’t be his permanent residence. He was the god of travel, it made sense that he never hung around one place long enough to settle. It was obvious he had a natural charisma about him that clearly worked in his favour more than once; and not that it really mattered, but you absently wondered how many like you had crossed paths with him before, and the past baggage he’d been trying to forget was certainly not lost on you…

He had his right arm slung casually around your shoulder, his left occupied by his cards, not caring if you could see them. You tried your level best to stay focused; for you were feeling a little lightheaded by now, a combination of the wine and the strong scent of his cologne… He was close, enough that you could pick up the gentle sweet notes beneath the woody cedar scent he wore.

“All in?” you suggested, nudging your chips toward the centre of the table, glancing up at the literal god beside you.

“I am if you are,” Hermes smirked, pushing his own ridiculous amount of chips into the pot beside yours.

The game went on; and as if out of nowhere, thanks to a sudden turn in your luck and a surprise royal flush - which if you didn’t know any better, you would’ve attributed to him - you had finally won. Caught up in the daze, you stepped up onto your toes and threw your arms around his neck in an excited hug. He was momentarily taken aback by it, but quickly regained enough composure to gently wrap his arms around you. His soft touch bore a pleasantly startling contrast to his mischievous demeanour, and you found yourself not wanting to let go.

“Well played…” he congratulated you in that same teasing tone as he gently drew you back, briefly glancing at his watch and tapping two fingers against the side of the dial.

Perhaps you would’ve wondered why, but spurred on by your victory and high off the adrenaline, you hooked one finger in the gold chain around his neck and gently tugged at it to urge him closer, until the distance between you was barely a hair’s breadth. You could feel the warmth radiating off him in waves, his intense cologne flooding your senses. And suddenly it didn’t faze you that you were in public, and you paid no mind to the way all his casino companions were frozen around you instead of continuing their games… Suddenly, all you wanted was him. 

Was it blasphemous to lust after a god?

Hell, you could deal with the consequences of that later, for right now, his magnetism was pulling you in and you couldn’t bear to look away from those deep, dark brown eyes… Until Hermes leant closer to you and his soft lips brushed yours as he spoke, barely above a whisper yet you could hear him clearly despite the noise, “Not at all…”

Your breathing hitched, at his comment, at his proximity, at… everything about this. How the fuck did he know what you’d been thinking? 

Perhaps you’d dwell on that longer, but just then he reached up to cup your cheek. Though unexpectedly tender, his touch was white hot where his skin met yours, but pleasurably so as you let yourself get lost in it, in him… He pressed his lips to yours in two delicate little pecks, clearly just teasing, and you just about caught sight of his smirk before you stepped up onto your toes to kiss him again, for real this time. His other hand smoothly dropped to your waist, holding you against him and you pulled at his chain with your finger still caught in it, curling your other fist in the soft cotton of his hoodie.

Apparently, even the gods weren’t immune to carnal need, and Hermes was evidently faring no better than you; he gave in to the kiss quickly, all but melting into you, his tongue swiping insistently at your bottom lip, and you weren’t about to stop him. You parted your lips for him, granting him access instead of prolonging this teasing that had left you both desperate. He tasted of something indescribably sweet, mixed with the rich taste of the blue lotus wine that you’d both downed not so long ago, and you already knew he was a far better intoxicant than any drink you’d find here… As he deepened the kiss, his tongue brazenly tasting yours, borderline hungry; you saw a flash of light behind your eyelids, gripped by the feeling that you were flying, all for a mere moment before you became hyperaware of his heated touch and the fact that your feet were still firmly planted on the soft floral-patterned carpet of the casino.

It felt like time had frozen, the world had stopped around you, and nothing mattered except for him and you and the most perfect kiss you’d ever had…

But somehow, instead of clouding your thoughts like you’d expected, you drew back from his kiss with some clarity. Hermes had told you he could never lose. So why, then, had you just managed to win this? You were no expert when it came to these games, and he was clearly a well-seasoned gambling master… Had the notorious trickster god manipulated the deal in your favour? Had he purposely thrown this away for you?

The glimmer in his eyes only looked brighter as you separated, yet somehow those deep browns looked darker, lust clearly getting the better of him; and he made no effort to hide it, despite his small smile and the lightest hint of a blush on his cheeks. You were fairly sure you mirrored it all, and you were in no hurry to let him go…

Only, as the world began to come back into focus, you realised time really had stopped around you: everything and everyone in the casino was frozen, and you glanced up at the god in front of you with a mix of curiosity and fear in your eyes. “When you said you could stop time…” you began, still in disbelief.

Hermes nodded slowly, meeting your gaze with that characteristic smirk. “Yeah, I meant that literally. I may have had a running out of time crisis once, hence… this stolen life-saver,” he explained, raising his wrist to show you his watch - now upon closer inspection, you realised the hour, minute and second hands all pointed to 12, and he hovered a finger over a button at the side of the dial. “It’s up to you. Want me to bring it back?”

You shook your head. Not only did that beautiful gold timepiece look unfairly gorgeous on his wrist; it also held a piece of magic that could be incredibly useful… “No,” you whispered, “I’m in no hurry. Let’s make this last…”

You tilted your chin up towards him again, and he obliged you with another sweet little kiss. “Well, then… Perhaps I could show you some of the wonders of existing beyond space and time…” he murmured, “What d’you say to that?”

“I say, make time stop for us a little longer. Take me to another world, Hermes…”

The look he shot you just then, could’ve brought you to your knees on the spot - somehow you just knew he was fixated on the sound of his name as you whispered it, and you wondered how he could make you feel that just from a simple touch.

“C’mon, sweetheart; let’s get out of here,” Hermes suggested, offering you an arm; you linked your arm through his as he tapped the side of his watch, resuming the world around you as if it had never paused at all. 

You gazed up at him in awe as he led you out of the casino, back to the lobby and towards the opening of the blooming flower you’d walked in through. The humid summer air hit you both as you stepped outside together, thereby breaking the spell - but you were still captivated by him, regardless. He briefly let go of you to do away with his warm hoodie, leaving him in just a fitted white t-shirt that had no business looking so goddamn gorgeous on him.

You couldn’t help but smile as he hummed softly in your ear, “There’s a place I know in a nearby park…”

Part 2 via AO3 (blasphemous smut ahead)

[sw33t-oubliette]

contrary to popular belief at my core i am a lover and only incedentally a hater

[desiccated-isolation]

You can’t bs a BSer. I already knew what it was. I’m my biggest hater so I just don’t gaf 😂 but I do? Idk. I just kinda do something shitty not meaning to but also not putting any thought into it? It’s like “Oh shit again? Figured. Next.” Of course I love the people I care about.

I don’t know how to talk to happy people. It makes me feel bad because I can’t share that feeling. I end up spreading the misery so I stay away. But that’s not the answer either?

I know I fucked up but if I felt like sorry would change anything I would say it. But what’s the point of apologizing if I know I’m just destined to be the villain?

But instead of dwelling on that, I just accept it. If I continue to care, I 110% will kill myself. I wanna rip my hair out. I wanna rip my teeth out. Scratch my eyes out. But ya know what? Who cares? I don’t. But I do. But I don’t. But I do.

The only thing that will stop me is death.

I think about killing myself a lot but I’m too much of a coward so it’s just one of those things.

I’ve always been outspoken and everything that people are being told now, a lot of people already knew. It’s just annoying hearing it from all ends at the same time.

I don’t talk about my shit because I KNOW that people are going through worse and still manage to make it farther. I just don’t gaf. That’s their shit and this is mine. You think I want my brain to make me feel like I’m not even worth the air that I breathe? Nah. But I ain’t going to talk about it because, again, who fucking cares. Everyone has their own shit. Why am I important?

I adapt to those around me enough to get by (mostly). I over share. I don’t find myself anything special. Nothing I’ve done is special. I’m not special and I’ve never claimed to be a good person 😂 I don’t see anyone like that either tho.

Contrary to popular belief, I’m not jealous of anything. It’s hard to be jealous of people and things that you don’t value. I’m just extremely opinionated and more conservative. I enjoy arguing, not because I like to shit start, but because I enjoy learning that way idk why-

If anything I’d say I’m envious. I’m glad that you’re happy but I wish that could be me. I’ll clap for you but it’s a sad clap.

Then it’s like “okay get help” and I’m like “okay” and then it doesn’t stick.

I’m a miserable person. I don’t enjoy most things. Even the things I “enjoy” recreationally are just overused copes at this point. I don’t like me. Probably really like you.

Idk emotions are hard. People are harder. I don’t like feeling anything. Shit makes me miss the drugs fr. I’m scared if I went back down that path I’d be death tho 💀

So, yeah, not an official apology because I haven’t gotten that far with my therapist, but it’s all I got if you even care. I honestly don’t care if you care or not. I genuinely just enjoy talking and sharing things. Unfortunately, my drama is overdramatic and unnecessary. See yall next cope.

[liliuastrawberry]

Do you find any Dashie and Wolfgirl character or ships overrated by the fandom?

✿ Does Izzy find any D&W characters/ships to be overrated?

I’m glad you asked. I don’t have any characters that I find overrated, but I do have a couple of ships. Not getting into all of them on this post though.

Let’s get into it!

✿ Milo & Lee

This ship is so gross on so many levels imo. I’m not against gay ships in the slightest. I have tons and tons of characters in queer relationships, but this one just isn’t good mainly because Milo and Lee fall into the found family troupe. The found family troupe is when a group of unrelated characters come together as their own family based on different connections and shared experiences rather than blood/relations. They see each other as brothers. BROTHERS EVERYONE!!! They are two peas in a pod. When Milo jumps in to save Lee vice versa is because that’s his brother!!! They have never viewed each other romantically. They quite literally grew up together too and it’s so obvious when you watch their interactions together. I don’t even have to site anything, JUST WATCH ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ On that note: honestly we need to save Milo and Lee because a majority of the people who like them are genuinely weird as hell and they like them for weird reasons. I have yet to hear people actually like Milo and Lee for the amazing writing, build up, and characterization. Like as stand alone characters in the series they are SO SO GOOD and they do deserve the hype that they get, however they’re getting it for the wrong reasons and I think that’s why I personally tend to stray away from them and love other characters more. (AGAIN it’s not because I don’t like them, because I do like them, however the weird jokes and over sexualization from the fandom really ruin it for longtime fans like me).

✿ Milo x Ava

This one isn’t super popular, but I see it so often that I need to comment on it because..ew. At first I was really confused as to where tf this ship came from until I started to rewatch some of Wolfie’s older videos (to gather up my evidence because I don’t just say crap without having the evidence behind it) and I came across the short film “Shadow”. In this short film we see Ava following Milo around as he tries to have conversations and finish his chores, but Ava keeps on crowding around him - not because she’s in love with him (because how dare a female character be around a male unless she’s in love with him!!!!), but because she admits towards the end of the film (time stamp: 4:41) that she really looks up to Milo and wants to be just like him when she’s older. I think it’s incredibly weird how many times people asked under that video if Milo & Ava’s hug was a kiss because not only are the events that occurred platonic, but because Ava acts and sounds significantly younger than Milo. Heck the doll herself looks so much younger too. Chloe was mentioned in that video too..Milo’s girlfriend?? Hellooooo? Why would he kiss Ava? Let’s use our brains!

✿ Milo x Kolya

One word. Ewwwwww!!

(Editors note: the fact that a lot of these are Milo is concerning lol)

✿ Bonus!! contrary to popular belief - I really like Shison!!

I’ve been seeing this ship get a loooottt of heat in the livestreams mainly because people do not understand that they are not related in the slightest, but also because Mason x Milo has become incredibly popular. Nothing against Mason x Milo, BUT SHISON ON TOP MMMKAY???

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I am their biggest hater and also biggest defender.

[vadergf]

didnt post my ask i see. what happened to always being a hater?

Brother contrary to popular belief eye am not always on tumblr dot com👍

[aghadbeenhere]

Life, one step at a time, with breakfast lasagna.

AGHADBEENHERE'S UNNAMED BLOG: 8#

Heyoooo, folks!

It's me, AG here once again to kinda just blab on about things, kick back and have a good time, all the totally tubular and radical things any cool dude does, or whatever.

I feel like I've been kinda NEGATIVE with these last few posts, and don't get me wrong I more than welcome venting and letting your feelings out onto the world, but I think a positive note thorought the darkness is really what we need right now, so I'm here and all.

Before you ask, no, I'm not a clown (contrary to popular belief) so I sadly can't do silly hijinks or pull out my gang of 25 from my tiny little wagon, but I can try and keep you entertained by just blabbin' on about things I do and all, because why the hell not? it's my life and my blog, sooo..

I am having lasagna for breakfast.

Now that's good, very important news right? Very fantastic, spectacular, bravo, blah blah.

I like lasagna because who the hell DOESNT??

Lasagna is a good food, but believe it or not, when I was younger, I kinda had to come around to appreciate it like I do now.

Me, being the picky eater I was (and very much still am) wasn't a fan of the gargantuan and near-horrific mix of so many layers of food, it SCARED ME, well- It didn't, but for the narrative's sake we can say it did to give me a more tragic backstory.

Me, cowering before the allmighty lasagna overlords, colored.

But whatever, back to it.

I'm very glad to have lasagna as my breakfast, it's a great start to a great day, and before you even ask: "But ag, you charming fellow, what's so great about this day?"

Simple! I'm gonna give animating stickfigures a try!

I always have been and always WILL be a big fan of stickfigure animations, I practically grew up with them (alongside madness combat) and for that I really want to try getting into it, I've been out of the animating groove for a while and I've kinda begun feeling guilty for it, and I want to stop that!

Yeah, hey, I'd say this is all I gotta really say for today and all, I just wanted to put us on the more positive track, because I do welcome these thoughts and concerns about life and the world, and I do want to talk about them more often, I also want to talk about silly stuff like breakfast lasagna, because I am having breakfast lasagna, and you're probably not.

So take that, HATERS.

With love, yours forever and ever and ever, aghadbeenhere.

-aghadbeenhere, 2024.

<3 -> lasagmna

[mirtifero]

Contrary to popular belief, I am not that much of a hater myself.

... I do hate Tom King for no apparent reason though.

[k-raftboeck]

I can‘t get over how good Krafti and Michi looked omg ✨

[kinmare]

About Me

Hello, I am Nightmare. Contrary to popular belief, I don’t mind nicknames. Feel free to call me Mare, Night, or whatever else your heart desires - within reason. I use he/they/it pronouns and I do not experience gender.

Doubles are encouraged to interact, I would love to hear about your experiences.

You could consider me part of the otherkin/alterhuman/fictionkin communities under technicalities, but I prefer to avoid labels. They tend to bring along antis, haters, and harassment, which I do not have the patience nor empathy to deal with in a healthy manner.

In the Multiverse which I originate from, I served as a caretaker to my boys - all meanwhile being the Guardian of Negativity. My boys are misunderstood and misjudged, and I was their safe space. I miss them dearly. And yes, in my Multiverse I - even when corrupted - was the same monster as Passive. I was not a parasite, not a separate being.

Murder Time Trio, Lust, Cross, and Errors with similar stories are welcome and heavily encouraged to interact. I am worried about you.

I mostly use this blog to rant, kincall, and reblog, so it will not be used often. Feel free to reach out to me on Discord if you’d like to talk: Phobia#6898

[blackswaneuroparedux]

Patricia Highsmith: The problem of good art made by bad people

No writer would ever betray his secret life. It would be like standing naked in public.

- Patricia Highsmith, the novelist writing to a friend in 1940

Patricia Highsmith, who died in 1995 having written a series of psychological thrillers, including The Talented Mr Ripley and Strangers on a Train and the romance The Price of Salt, left two sets of diaries hidden in a linen closet in her home in Ticino, Switzerland.

In one she recorded details about her professional life: plot ideas, philosophical musings and thoughts on writing. In the other she documented her private reflections and memories, including a single sexual encounter with the writer Arthur Koestler (a “miserable, joyless episode”) and her efforts, through psychotherapy, to “get myself into a condition to be married”.

She had no more compassion for men than she did for women. In one entry Highsmith writes that “the American male does not know what to do with a girl once he has her. He is not really depressed or inhibited by his inherited or environmentally conceived Puritan restraints: he simply has no goal within the sexual situation”.

Highsmith’s diaries, which run to more than 8,000 pages, have been pored over by biographers, but have never before been made public, or in this case interwoven into a single narrative of the life of a complex woman who thought deeply about themes of good and evil, loneliness and intimacy.

It was in her diary that she described becoming sexually obsessed with a customer at Bloomingdale’s in New York, whom she later followed to her home, provoking observations about murder and love.

She had an obsession about detailing absolutely everything in her life, very much like Sylvia Plath. And she drew on the diaries for her novels, which explore the notion of obsession, guilt and murder, and reject rationality and logic for the darker elements of human personality.” Dubbed “the poet of apprehension“ by the novelist Graham Greene, who said she “created a world without moral endings … Nothing is certain when we have crossed this frontier”, the Texas-born Highsmith was deeply influenced by European existentialists such as Albert Camus and Søren Kierkegaard, and those influences are deeply felt in her diaries.

She was a lesbian who hated women, totally politically incorrect in lots of ways, and certainly not a poster girl for the feminist movement. She hated blacks, Jews, men, and women. A sort of equal opportunities hater then. In mitigation Highsmith was self aware of her own beliefs and it mortified her and was a source of constant anxiety. She herself was fighting many demons including her mother’s rejection, an attempted seduction by her father as a child, and being sexually abused by two travelling salesmen. She had a tough life.

But there is a question over how far Highsmith can now be assimilated into contemporary culture of ‘wokeness’ and ‘MeToo’.

There is no question in person she could be a monstrous, violent and quite unpleasant woman. Knowing about her life and views could for some make it difficult to read her works. But for all that I think the diaries’ publication could help to again reveal that, contrary to popular imagination, creativity is not necessarily rooted in our best instincts.

These same highly culturally charged debates raged around the controversial French writer Celine in France. In Germany Wagner continues to be a touchy issue. Or back again in France, the recent controversy at the Césars where many people walked out as child minor rapist Roman Polanski was honoured for his latest film.

Going further back Gaugin was a pedophile. Degas was an anti-Semite. Caravaggio killed a man. Where do you draw the line? When do you draw the line?

Some argue art cannot be good or evil. Only the artist can. What he/she presents as art is a different dimension of thinking and somehow not really representative of the artist. I’m not entirely convinced by that argument. If only because great art is never transmitted through an empty vessel but is actively germinated through the life experiences of the artist. But also more importantly most artists don’t separate themselves from their art as they are convinced their art comes from the deepest depths of their being.

We don’t have to be puritans to acknowledge that some henious actions deserve more consideration than historically allotted to a consideration of the artist and his/her works.

But those who are ‘woke’ liberal left activists arguably seem to be advocating a one size that fits all approach. There is no wriggle room for discourse correction or allowing nuance to inform the conversation. And I use the word ‘conversation’ deliberately because such things are nearly always being worked out in real time and also each one of us ascribe different values to different things e.g. Picasso cheats on his lovers and so I don’t like his art, whilst others would say, so what? Grow up. There is a serious slippery slope that if you eliminate the bad artist and writer from the canon and you might as well eliminate art and literature itself. And that’s where we might well end up.

I believe that adjusting personal behaviour seems much easier than enforcing an interpretative cultural lens on a shifting audience and telling them this is how you should enjoy art.

I personally believe it’s a matter of personal conscience and conviction. If you’ve really searched your heart, and found that a piece of art is just that important to you, as many people do without admitting it out loud, then it should be fine to engage with it. But the imperative now is to privately think about why it matters to you. If I can justify that to myself then yes, I will go ahead and ‘enjoy’ that piece of art regardless of how much of a shit the artist was or is.

To me it’s not a question of compartmentalising, of ignoring or suspending my disgust with an artist's personal behaviour so as to concentrate on the art. I'm watching and reading because I expect art to be about moral dangers in a way that is less didactic than essays are. I expect art to be troubling because I expect people to be troubling. I am prepared to like and dislike something in every work. I can also appreciate the aesthetic genius of a moral monster without feeling that I am becoming inured to monstrosity.

For this reason when I for example look at  Benvenuto Cellini, creator of Perseus With the Head of Medusa, was a murderer and a rapist. He killed at least two men and was accused by a model of sexually assaulting her. This does not stop me from looking with great amazement and curiosity at the naked and sexual Perseus With the Head of the Medusa. The knowledge of the immorality of the creator does not distract from my enjoyment of his creation; indeed I am made even more curious to know how beauty is perceived by a violently troubled man.

In the end for me, and I can only speak for myself, contrary to popular imagination, creativity is not necessarily rooted in our best instincts. Nietzsche said, “One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.” I like that.

A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To the artist, to paraphrase Pearl S. Buck, a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this a cruel overpowering necessity to create - so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating. 

In Patricia Highsmith’s case it’s revealing she said once in a sly backhanded way, “My New Year’s Eve Toast: to all the devils, lusts, passions, greeds, envies, loves, hates, strange desires, enemies ghostly and real, the army of memories, with which I do battle — may they never give me peace.” A true great artist never know really knows peace or contentment for this is the price of creation. The intensity of personal turmoil is the fuel of their creativity.

The Greeks may have believed that they had “muses” whispering ideas in their ears. Or that the Romans believed they wrote with their “genius”. But I suspect the best artists are those that are in touch with and confront their humanity, at their best and at their worst.

[moist-astronaut]

things my friends and I have said over the last year

“I’m verbally illiterate” “Isn’t that called dyslexia”

“I’m going to chemistry and I’m gonna light myself on fire” “No” “Damnit let me burn like the witch I am!”

“Don’t worry it’s not anti-Christ it’s just anti-government”

“I’ve been getting migraines everyday and I’m considering chopping my head off” “But that would kill you” “Two birds one stone!!”

“I swear to god I will hug you” “My house is 5 miles away and my doors are locked” “Your locks are FEABLE”

*writing an email* “Bitch comma”

“Ok but I could be a top” *laughing* “What I totally could be!” *laughing and crying for literally 6 minutes straight*

*on a group call, friends cat misha walks into the room* “Tell misha I would live and die for her, whichever she prefers” “She says thank you” *cat noises*

*joins discord vioce chat at 11:26 pm* “You guys are gae but I love you” “Thank you saeren very cool” “Goodnight” *leaves chat at 11:28pm*

“Jake jake jake jjjake -j-jaaake hey jake” “W H A T” “Can I eat your pens” “I literally have a restraining order against you”

“I’m educatn’t”

“Me calling you to dumb to be a slytherin is payback for you leaving multiple handprint bruises on my legs” “It’s not my fault your skin is weak”

“He’s rolling so that we can walk” *rolling in the grass and collecting leaves on his jacket* “I’m rolling for your sins”

“There are 7 of us so we can each be a deadly sin” “I wanna be Ross” “You mean wrath?” “No that dude from Friends”

“Ok but other than his strict attraction to women, his multiple wives, his hatred of gay people, and the fact that he is dead, what is standing between me and Joseph Smith the All American Hottie from being happy together”

“Consider: Mullet” “No”

“I do my homework while loudly eating a pop tart asmr”

“No no listen, he’s my brother, he’s a bastard of my dynasty…I might just ransom him off”

“These Norwegian bastards indroduced a fucking PLUAGE to my COUNTRY”

“Ooooo meth”

“Half of my life is me resisting the urge to sing the zaboomafoo themesong, the other half is me actually singing the zaboomafoo themesong. So either way my entire life revolves around zaboomafoo.”

“I just don’t think I would hire a gay man-wait no I’m not homophobic”

*chucks half a gallon of milk in a gas station* “-ah- got milk?”

“Gimme your sternum boy”

“Nooooooo he stole my sternum!!!” (Side note these were two separate occasions)

*being force fed milk duds* “No!! This is the worst way to die!!”

“Hey babe come over I have a hammock and a heated blanket”

“Be afraid, be prepared- IN THE WORDS OF SCAR”

“Stress eating stress gummies Stress eating stress gummies Stress eating stress gummies stress eating-”

“I thought to myself ‘Y’know if I die today this is how I want to be remembered- a leather skirt and leg warmers’”

“I think I’m telling you to go to sleep” “You’re gonna have make me” “I can’t tell if this is cry for help or flirting” “Yes”

“This is at best cannibalism and at worst being straight”

“Oh look Percy Jackson’s here now, ooh they replaced every character’s face with Mr. Bean. I hate it”

“You can’t be mean to me! I’m gay AND a woman! That’s a hate crime!” “Yeah well I’m brown and Muslim! Square the fuck up bitch!”

“Babe it’s not very metal to be afraid of your hair dresser” “It’s not very metal to have a hair dresser and yet here we are” “It’s fine you’re into glam metal”

“Hey augie, got any grrrrrrapes?” “I’m doing IXL :(“

“Can I come?” “No” “What if I bring watermelon?” “You can come, leave the watermelon, then leave” “:(“

“What in the jersey shore”

“Rad’nt”

“Ok but consider: Mullet-hawk” “I can and will divorce you”

“Dee-vorce 👏 Just to 👏 re-vorce 👏 👏 “

“Ah yes, that’s why I’m fat…for combat reasons…”

“You fool I consent!”

“My Boston fern is being a bitch but that’s because it’s winter and that’s BITCH season”

“You walk through the rest of the house and it’s like ‘ooo witchy and aesthetic’ then they’ll get to the guest room and it’ll just be a tacky twink Fever dream”

“Who needs a scalp”

“HeHe, sexing”

“Council has decided, your vibes are rancid (and not the band)”

“You’re never to young to hate women”

“Look at me I did the dishes I’m a 1950s housewife with a strangely new jersey accent and affinity for lesbianism”

“Well look who has the table now”

"contrary to popular belief, fuck you"

"There's nothing here that requires whisking, i'm just problematic"

"If you could go anywhere in the world with two people, who would you choose?" “New Orleans!”

"So he proceeded to bite me on the butt...like, really, really hard."

“I don’t cheat, I win. It’s not cheating if it’s consensual.”

“My mouth, my choice”

“Do you like my ombré of a tan"

“Who’s the cutest in the chat right now then?” “It’s Paige!” “No, it’s obviously Augie.” (paige's boyfriend)-said by a straight man

“Francis is just a one and done.”

“Would you ever have a threesome?” “...yes...” *To Francis* “Sure!”

“How do you feel about anal sex?”

“Of the people in this room, who would you most want to make out with?” “Augie” “The answer is yes, but only if it’s 6 feet apart.”

“Square, flat, and overcooked.”

“The virus would be over if everyone would breathe underwater for 5 minutes.”

“I have daddy issues, but not with my father.”

“You’re a ladies man but you have two boyfriends.”

“That means lesbian in sign language” “No, that means fuck boy in American”

“I’m like a parasite, you can’t get rid of me. I’m here forever.”

“You’re like my long term hit man”

“Is it Jake?” “No, why would the evil Russian man be Jake?” “Because he would never hire a gay man and you don’t look like a gay man”

“Jake is homophonic, Augie is racist, and Francis is a woman hater!”

"Grew a korean radish, 1 star"

"I've got more cause i'm a rich boy, and by that i mean my father sometimes buys avocados. And that's on what? Upper middle class"

"Tell your good for nothing boyfriend to stay away from my mom"

"It's not inciting violence it's just ~inspiring it~ "

"Listen bitch just because you have avacados and a roomba doesn't make you better then me"

"i would totally let narthex ruin my life. and that's on what? daddy issues and bisexuality"

"who is titty"

"how is he racist" "he hates the french and russians right?" "don't forget italians" "that's just self loathing"

"This is the last time i wear a thong- it's for educational purposes"

"babe come over i'm a burrito"

"he put bread with milk. luckily he passed away"

"you touched my wiener!" "you offered it!"

"foot'nt"

"i took a shower and realized the floor doesn't bounce"

"i love ass whoooaaaaaa i meant cassie"

"Rosalie you're the deciding vote. Be decisive." "Dude i'm bisexual and a gemini. what're you talking about?"

"Okay so to recap: jake is homophobic, augie is racist, francis is a woman hater, and now paige is a bunny abuser?"

"Just bring a watermelon keychain and it'll be fine" "Whooaaaa i'm gonna need a big key then"

"If you were blind what would you even see"

Post Traumatic Youth, plus D for danny's disorder"

"i think she's past the phase where she likes people just because they're russian"

"francine is a lesbian, but only during quarantine"

"don't be a home wrecker!" "i can't help it!"

"we are not doing coed tents" "i wanted to go purple-ing though"

"if it's not perfect i'm gonna through hands" "with who" "i don't know, the CEO of stupid"

"don't make me feel guilty for bullying you"

"it doesn't look very cash money cool but okay"

"slinky cat" (ferret)

"The pond behind my house didn't freeze all the way through this winter, so i couldn't go ice skating" "okay, so i have an idea. we can go to walmart and get-" "ANTI FREEZE!" "well, yes- wait, no. No, the more i think about that definitely no."

"The amish will win, the amish will prevail" "the amish will conquer us all!"

"He do be kinda mafia doh"

"i'm being sneaky sneak. stairs go creaky creak. and i need. DRUGZ"

"brain on shutdown, power saving mode"

"Somebody go tip her, she's dancing like a stripper" "thatd be nice- oh wait no!"

"fellas, is it gay to lick your homies eyeball?"

"it's not racist if you're only targeting one group of people" "that literally racism" "but what if they're french"

"i'm not racist yet but the option is available, and it's good to have options"

"they don't call me Mr. Steal Yo Boy for nothing!" -a straight man who has a girlfriend

"i think he has a bad habit of not dating girls"

"kinda hot tho 🥵 in a Santa Claus kinda way...hoe hoe hoe"

"i'll be your hot jacuzzi bubble dealer"

"when deceit and doubt fills you up, you cleanse your mind through creative activities, such as making organic soap"

"friendly reminder #4: you're never to old to eat a freezie-pop"

"sorry i'm just nervous" Chinese Teacher: (Waving her hand in front of her face) “Just pretend I’m cabbage.”

"me when my dads name is publicly broadcasted on the radio for his 14 felonies and assorted war crimes"

"<@!523669420435046401> I sentence you to a solid nine by the banhammer. For your crimes against Humanity, God, Satan, and Matt Frank. See you in hell."

"Danny, just because you're playing *Just Cause* doesn't mean you need to Just Cause our friendship!"

"Silly Matt! You fell for the ole’ Heimlich maneuver!”

"i got a bunch of new shirts over quarantine" "you would"

"Ok, there's a 32 year old doctor in new Jersey dying right now" "Yeah, but to be fair everyone in new jersey has a pre-existing condition"

“This is the longest period of time we’ve had without a Nintendo direct” “Maybe they’re gonna make a Nintendo indirect?”

"you’re looking extra white today.” "thanks i've been practicing"

"do you have any batteries" *looks inside shirt* "not yet"

"let's go colonize the middle school!" "yyayayyayayay!!!" " wait I gotta ask my mom first" What happened next is know called the *Juniors burden*

"oh so you're a DOWNSTAIRS milk kinda guy"

"you are literally the human embodiment of crumbs in a bed"

"The Berk-ey Creamery isn’t a place, it’s a people!”

 "He shoved a floating joy-con straight up his flux-capacitor.” "great! now it's paired"

"No, that isnt armor, the real armor are the friends you made along the way"

"This one goes out to all my lady friends out there *proceeds to kill himself in game*

"i'm a coward" "that's what a coward would say!"

"rest is for cowards and fools"

"every time you speak you take years off my life"

"Shark dick hoo ha ha"

"Me and the boys brushing our teeth at 3 AM"

"remember if you kill yourself the fascists win"

"The Beatles aren’t real. Have you ever seen a beatle? No? Exactly." "Babe” "Shut up I’m right."

*reading over these quotes* "god i hate that" "you said that!"

[theunlimitedskye]

Tumblr Truths That Are Hard To Swallow But Need to Be Said (a.k.a Unpopular Opinions That Tumblr Will Probably Eviscerate Me For Having)

Hi. Me again. With more of the truth that this garbagefire of a platform needs to hear. I'm basing my words on things that I've seen a lot of on Tumblr as well as other platforms that need to be addressed for what they are. I'm not going to go into detail here. If you're a smart, sensible person, you'll know exactly what I mean when I say it. I don't mean to offend anyone, but merely to attempt (and who am I kidding, probably fail because this "community" is so far gone) to educate the bottom of the Tumblr barrel here. Call me a hater or an anti. I don't give a fuck.  If you're offended then you're too sensitive and need to rethink your morals.

•Contrary to popular belief, being fat is NOT OKAY. You're putting yourself at risk of diabetes, heart disease and other equally as horrible disadvantages to your health. Body positivity is fine and dandy, but when you weigh 400 pounds and keep shoveling food on top of it because you're beautiful no matter what ANYONE says, there's a problem. There's a difference between being curvy and "thicc", and being morbidly and disgustingly obese. You're not beautiful. You're not perfect. You NEED to get in shape and lose the weight. The messages of "body positivity" are all wrong. Encouraging this type of behavior is entirely fucked up and the complete wrong way to handle it. You shouldn't be discriminated against just because you're a bit plump. When you're a gigantic blob, well, that's obviously different. And, no, being told you're dangerously obese and need to get healthy is not discrimination. It's literally what a doctor would tell you, and if you're getting offended then you REALLY need to rethink yourself. Lose the weight before you lose your feet.

•Also, here's something a lot of Tumblrians won't like. AGE GAPS, TO A CERTAIN DEGREE, ARE OKAY. You will not BELIEVE how many times I've seen people try to say that when there's an age gap between two LEGAL and CONSENTING ADULTS that it's pedophilia. Excuse me, Karen, but how in the FUCK is it considered pedophilia??? When you have a minor and an adult, that's pedophilia. That shit isn't okay. But when you have two adults, then that's perfectly fine. It's pedophilia if it's a 14 year old and a 20 year old. NOT when it's a 20 year old and a 23 year old. Basically, if there's ANY age gap between two LEGAL people, then it's perfectly fucking acceptable. My mom's 40 and my dad is 42. Tell me, Tumblr, is that a pedophilic relationship? Or does something like this only apply to, say, when you don't get your way in a ship you like? I've even heard people say that it's pedophilia if one of them even remotely LOOKS like a minor. If she's legal and likes bright colors and wears pigtails then fuck off. She's also an anime character and you're getting way too invested in your so-called "waifu". Age gaps between adults are fine, and if you think otherwise then you need to get your head out of your ass you uneducated fuckfaced shitgoblin.

•Here's another one I see predominantly and almost exclusively in artwork. RACEBENDING IS NOT FUCKING OKAY. For those of you who have been blessed with the ignorance of not knowing what racebending is, it's when a bunch of minging SJWs get ahold of a character that they think would look better or somehow be a better character if their skin tone and/or ethnicity was changed. Essentially, take a character with canonically light skin. Now make their skin darker or brown. That's racebending, and it's not fucking okay in the fucking slightest. Who the fuck gave you the right to do something like that? To just DECIDE a character is better YOUR way and not on the way that the CREATOR was happy with? It's a real infuriating double standard, too. For some reason if you take that canonically skinny white blond girl and make her a thicc black woman, that's fine. But if you took a dark-skinned character and made them even SLIGHTLY lighter than their skin in canon, then you're a horrible, disgusting racist whitewasher who deserves to be doxxed and have death threats sent to you. Racebending is not okay. Changing a character's skin or ethnicity just for the sake of art is not okay. It's extremely fucking offensive and the fact that it's praised more often than abhorred is very, VERY worrisome, and rage-inducing on top of that.

•You don't get to inconvenience people just because you don't like something. The term "trigger" is thrown around so often for the stupidest fucking shit that it makes it incredibly hard for me to actually take people's "triggers" seriously anymore, and I always have to take it with an entire gallon of salt. Are they legitimately uncomfortable with this topic, or are they just using the term "trigger" as a way to get people to not talk about something they don't like? If you dislike something then that's fucking fine. But there's a difference between disliking something and being triggered by it. I'm not trying to make you feel insignificant for having trauma or difficulty with shit, and I'm not going to get into what is and isn't a legitimate trigger because that's a whole other can of worms that I'm not getting into right now. But let me tell you something. If you use the term "trigger" to describe something you're mildly discontented with or simply dislike, then you're a fucking piece of shit because you're making it way harder for everyone else to distinguish what other people's REAL triggers are when you throw it around so fucking loosely like that. I'm sorry you dislike a show or fandom and think you're entitled to bitch about it, but other people have far more important problems than you do. We're not going to trigger-warning every single fucking thing we do JUST for you. With this logic, EVERYTHING IN EXISTENCE is a trigger for SOMEONE and we all may as well never say or post ANYTHING because SOMEONE, SOMEWHERE will get a tummyache over it. Fuck off. I'm going to post what I like and if you're "triggered" then don't fucking look.

I don't know im tired and angry I'll add more as i think of shit people need to hear.

[chronotopes]

memed by @jadzeanna thanks rubi

i have to go in 20 minutes and am therefore not gonna b making up questions but answers lie below the cut

1. favorite captain? 

sisko big time. his moral dilemmas are so compelling, his interests are so endearing, his relationship with his crew is so wonderful. i went into ds9 like “jim kirk will surely still be my fave after this” and i was not prepared for The Sisko. i mean ilyt jim but ben’s dethroned you

2. sexiest cmo

i mean, uh, bev i guess. but julian out of the dude ones obviously

3. character who could kick your ass and you’d thank them?

if kira nerys is kicking my ass, there’s a good chance i deserve it and/or it’s for the benefit of bajor. that or she’s responding to something i did in a way that’s reasonable in the context of her experiences. kick my ass nerys.

4. name one character you actually headcanon as straight

leonard mccoy and miles o’brien don’t yfip me for this

5. favorite wacky episode title

idk if it qualifies as “wacky” necessarily but i’m very fond of ‘looking for par’mach in all the wrong places’ as an episode title. also the ep’s pretty fun

6. favorite wacky episode

my favorite comedic episode is in the cards but i wouldn’t rlly call that one wacky. my fav wacky episode is unilaterally a piece of the action, or The One Where Kirk Roleplays 1920s Gangsters And Spock, While Dragged Along For The Ride, Is Horrified To Find Himself Into It. it also gave us “spocko” so like

7. brotp? 

i have like ten million?? ben and nerys (the show should have had more episodes about them just my opinion), julian and jadzia, julian and miles despite their cursed attributes, odo and garak, odo and kira (especially in the early seasons before the Romance Fuckening happens), quark and garak tbh… there’s a lot to unpack here. i haven’t even listed all of them. oh, more: ezri and worf, quark and jadzia, the weird julian and quark post-canon friendship that exists in my head… AGAIN THIS IS NON-EXHAUSTIVE 

8. notp

my most hated star trek ship is torres/paris. that and other obviously nasty stuff aside, uh, i’ve NEVER gotten the appeal of kirk/mccoy god. like i don’t like spock/mccoy much but at least that one i UNDERSTAND. i think kirk/mccoy is just an aos fandom invention. an extremely weird one. oh, and i probably have to pay lipservice to kira/odo even though i am touched by heart of stone & bits of crossfire, and even though they had Potential i guess. contrary to popular belief my ds9 notp is not jezri: jezri’s issues are way too interesting to qualify, they’re way too likely to break up two seconds after the show ends, and also i’ve contributed to their ao3 tag which i’m pretty sure disqualifies me as a fullscale Hater. the ships you really hate are the ones you wish had never happened. 

9. If You Had To Pick A Character To Kin….

ezri dax this one’s a no-brainer.  

9. what would your role be on a starship? 

either command something-or-other or something like what michael burnham is - xenoanthropology or whatever. like the only place for a future english major in space is the command track because in the command track you’re basicall required to stare into the middle distance and quote a famous author. it’s on the job description and everything. 

11. what would your Characteristic Beverage Order be?

some kinda tea probably. doesn’t even matter which kind. give me that sweet sweet leaf water. 

[thegirlsathome13]

Haters make entire videos slamming Taylor and I’m just supposed to scroll past and not write a 9 point comment addressing everything said in the video? I know Taylor doesn’t need anyone to defend her, but I have very little self control. I’m very happy to say that the documentary did confirm some of the things I said. Here’s my comment in case you can’t find it on the link:

“Yikes. This VIDEO is a trainwreck. You’re a very intelligent guy, Ben, but apparently you’re not above bullying someone you don’t know.

1. I’m really sorry that you seem to think fame is easy. Outward success means a lot to some people, but hard times hit everybody no matter their social status. Just because she is privileged (which she is well aware of and speaks about) does not mean she’s not allowed to have feelings. (ugh, I hate when humans do that very human thing like have feelings and opinions, gross)

2. Like I said, you’re very smart. So it’s shocking to me to realize through this video that you seem to know nothing about the corruption behind the scenes in the entertainment industry. I’m inclined to believe that you would roll your eyes at female testimonies of assault, so I’m going to point you to Terry Crews who was allegedly sexually assaulted by an unidentified hollywood executive. Yes, believe it or not, celebrities are also humans and are not untouchable. It happens all the time. Greedy, powerful people even in this day and age are able to do whatever they want and silence those people who are trying to follow their dreams. (example: the Scooter Braun and Scott Borschetta situation. If you’re not familiar, you can google it and read all about it. All of Taylor’s music up until this latest album is under the control of two greedy, powerful men. Even at her level of fame, she still has to fight for her own work.) Essentially when you go into the entertainment industry, you are signing yourself away to another person who’s higher up the food chain than you. And in most cases, yes, they are at the mercy of their audience and the media. Doesn’t mean it’s not a great life to have, and it doesn’t mean everybody has a bad experience. It’s a life of luxury and privilege. Taylor worked hard for her career and she’s allowed to enjoy it. However, fame can be detrimental. There are more than a few child stars who couldn’t handle fame and turned to drugs or even taking their own lives. There is a lot of darkness in that industry, things that need to be exposed and regulated.

3. Please don’t act like you don’t know that was phone camera footage when she talked about stepping out of the limelight for a year. It was probably some random video her boyfriend took of her and she decided to share it with the people making the documentary. She really was gone an entire year, it’s 100% true. I don’t know how she did it, but somehow she was able to hide from the vicious media and take a much needed break for a year. If there had been a camera following her around, her fans would have known. No need to make false accusations. It only weakens your argument.

4. Like you, I am also upset by the fact that people drug her into politics. She should be able to be as loud or as quiet as she wants no matter what her opinion is. I don’t agree with all of her political opinions. In fact I disagree with most of them. But there’s this thing called free speech that I’m a major fan of.

5. The song “Me” was meant to be lighthearted and fun, no one is saying that it’s a lyrical masterpiece. Taylor herself said she hoped it would just be a non-serious way of encouraging men and women to value themselves. Maybe you need to calm down.

6. Taylor has never played the victim, contrary to popular belief. She has kept quiet about several things that I personally think she should come right out with and expose bad people for their wrongdoing. But she hasn’t. Perhaps someone higher on the food chain won’t let her speak out for the sake of keeping up her image of being unproblematic.

7. Taylor has her flaws like everyone else. She wrote a song called Better Than Revenge when she was a teenager that is pretty immature and hurtful. But also I’m not sure I know anyone who never regretted a single thing they did in their youth. She admits when she’s wrong (Back to December, Afterglow, etc.) and she has been completely unproblematic, yet people like you still come after her. That’s where her frustration comes from. From the beginning she fit a certain image so the label executives took that and ran with it. She was known for her sweetness and the fact that she wasn’t wrapped up in scandals. That was a selling point. I don’t know what went on behind closed doors, and neither do you. So based on that, neither of us should have the right to say whether or not she was “muzzled.” That’s her story to tell.

8. She is using her platform to speak about things she believes are important in the realm of politics. Like I said, I don’t agree with her for the most part, but I respect the fact that she practices what she preaches. She’s not just running her mouth. She drew up a petition for something she believed in and used a song to shine a light on it. At the end of the You Need to Calm Down video, she asks viewers to sign the petition. At some point during her appearance at the VMA’s this past year, she again asked people to sign the petition. She has educated young people on how to find their voice in politics in practical, hands-on ways. She doesn’t just talk the talk, she walks the walk. I don’t have to agree with her to respect integrity.

9. Maybe do some research on her. You may still hate her, but at least you won’t just be spewing ignorance (which says a lot about you, not her.) I bet this documentary will be a great source for you to do just that. Watch it with me on Netflix, January 31st! 🙂”

-Hannah