#fuck man. im sick

[tofumarinado]

"feeling unsafe at night is something no man could ever understand"

black men beg to differ

brown men beg to differ

aapi men beg to differ

autistic men beg to differ

gay men beg to differ

trans men beg to differ

[themosttenderestofbees]

hello white fallout new vegas fan. I want to play a game. in front of you is a native american. they are going to list their grievances with the honest hearts dlc. you have to listen without interrupting to justify the writing decisions made by the creators. fail to do this or mention the quality of joshua graham's character writing and the bomb collar around your neck will detonate, just like in the hit game fallout new vegas. live or die the choice is yours

[alloganes]

thinking… about how murata and the previous pyro archon were both involved in the destruction of khaenri’ah. thinking about how the previous pyro archon underwent a complete mental break because of his actions and spiraled into madness. thinking about how murata challenged him for his throne solely because of the damage he was doing to the nation and took the title of archon

[inkskinned]

you know, you know. no gods, no masters, no kings on pedestals. everyone is fallible. death of the author. you know! you are balanced about your intake of media - you allow the wiggle room, the grace, the gratitude, the skepticism. nobody above criticism.

but still. a weird gut-punch feeling, something akin to betrayal. you read the article. surprise! an author you love is actually: a serial fucking predator.

well, shit. what now. no, you knew he was a person (all people are), but now you're wondering - what have i overlooked by accident? what messages have i internalized that are strange and cruel? and also, like, what the fuck?

his actions lay a thick glaze on top of everything. like each place is now ruined, opaque in a new way. but okay, fine, you've done this before. you knew better, right? you've been betrayed by many a cherished childhood author.

still, this stickiness. fuck. can you pick up that book again. will you read it to your children. you've recommended it to others - will you ever do that again? and of course, of course, no parasocial relationships. you were theoretically above this kind of sentiment. but the artist informs the art, right.

so it's not something as clear-cut as feeling he owed you, specifically (a stranger) better behavior - just that you kind of, in a distant and odd way... sort of trusted him to do better. it's not like a real trust or something speakable, just the faint hope that the product (good books) was a thin representation of the soul. now it feels like the product (good? books?) was a mask. in some small or insignificant way, your previous support of this person lent them power. your money and your time and your laughter.

and the thing is - you have this terrible, echoing sensation. how many times will this happen? over and over. you find out that the singer you love is actually a predator. you learn over drinks that your favorite high school english teacher is in jail for what he did to her. you listen to the news idly and suddenly discover that a woman you used to idolize has been abusing her kids for an actual eon.

what can you touch without the static melting off. you can't even really complain about it too much (you were supposed to know better, and besides, you don't want the same re-split "it's not your fault, love what you love" basic advice), but now it's here. somehow, it feels like - you let him into your life.

it's not that things need to be pure or an artist has to be like, endlessly perfect, mindful. demure. it's more just this terrible truth that has been replayed through your veins so often it feels criminally vain. power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. did you want any one person to be worth that power?

it's just that he wrote books where he seemed to understand that. he seemed to know about hierarchies and unfair systems and bigotry and privilege. you thought they were books about what it means to struggle. you thought they were about having power and still using it for good rather than for control. he spooned you a narrative of being a good guy, a kind soul. you fucking bought what that fucking monster sold.

maybe that's why they were fantasies, after all.

[buggachat]

remember when chat blanc aired and chat noir almost cataclysming his dad was a big deal. like all the fans were shocked and some were even upset at him for even considering/bluffing to do something so awful to someone, even though he didn't go through with it

anyway. remember when bug noire straight up just cataclysms her boyfriend's dad for real, no hesitation, no bluffing, with a big smile on her face

AND EVERYONE CLAPPED (INCLUDING ME) (GOOD FOR HER) (I SUPPORT WOMEN'S WRONGS) (HE DESERVED IT) (WISH HE DIDNT HAVE THE OX) (DO IT AGAIN)

[holmsister]

All jokes and horny aside I think my favourite thing about labru is that. They both suffer from a very strange sort of loneliness.

All of Laios' friends are either Falin's friends first or coworkers that only befriended him after he proved himself a good boss. Kabru is the first person to meet Laios and be like. 'I want to be his friend i want to understand him'. Even after getting reasonably closer and getting a good look at what a freak he is hes still like. 'He's a good man and he's gonna be a good king and I want to call myself his friend'.

And meanwhile Kabru is so used to rebuild himself into whoever the other person might find charming and Laios is the first person hes met on which not only this does not work but it backfires. The first person who sees Kabru fumble his words and speak his heart and say 'this one. This is the one i want to be friends with, not the nice fake one'.

A definition of loneliness that is about being in the middle of others and feeling like you're under a glass dome separating you from everyone else. Wanting to be a monster vs fearing being a monster which in both cases just means that your human skin does not fit. Spending years dreaming of the day you just can have a drink with someone without a voice in the back of your head telling you you are doing it wrong, you are BEING wrong.

And it takes months years even of beers together in the evening and walks and afternoons spent studying and prepping for whatever big event and talking casually that turns into deep conversations and sometimes arguments and then making peace and realising the other will not just drop you because you disagreed on one thing... slowly but surely until one evening after beers you'll realise. Oh you are like me. You cannot make the voice go away but you hear it too. You are also under the glass dome. Maybe we can be alone together. Do you understand what I mean is this thing on

[they-them-pussy]

new metric for media literacy for film bros is if they understand the barbie movie.

the kens are first presented as accessories to their barbies and it's pointed out loud that they don't even have places to stay in barbieland. one of the barbies straight up asks "wait, where do the kens stay?". they're just arm candy made to look pretty and cool while the barbies run their world.

but that's fucked up!!! the film presents it as fucked up! that's why ken screams "YOU FAILED ME!" and why he is insecure in the first place because he wanted to be respected and seen as a person, not someone who only exists in relation to someone else. should he have done what he did? no!!! that's why it's part of the conflict! the root of both of their breakdowns was in their society in that the barbies are supposed to be perfect and the kens exist in relation to them! it's barbie and ken. he was a footnote. that's why barbie apologizes to him in the end and tells him he can be himself. she doesn't have to exist by some set of rules and neither does he! it's barbie and it's ken! sure, the resolution to the whole barbieland issue wasn't perfect, BUT KEN'S WHOLE ARC IS ABOUT HOW THEIR WORLD FAILED MEN. WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS MOVIE WAS 'WOMEN GOOD MAN BAD'. WHAT ABOUT THE NUANCE

[motorghost]

I have to rant about this part of A Study in Scarlet because... it seems to me that Holmes didn't just discover the hemoglobin test at the moment Stamford and Watson walked in. It seems more like he seized the first opportunity to tell ANYONE. Like he simply couldn't contain his joy and desperately needed to share it with an audience. He actually BOWS after giving Watson a demonstration.

Also... "I found it!" are the first words Watson hears from Holmes. He may as well mean "it" to be Watson. He's found IT: his audience, his best friend, his soul mate. His path in life.

This first interaction sets the pattern for their entire relationship: Holmes performing for the best and most high-value audience one could hope for while Watson gets front row tickets to the greatest show on earth. Five stars.

[wtfforged]

[periwinkle-the-11th]

ngl as a chronic-pain-haver who regularly sorrows over the lack of chronic-pain-comfort-fics, getting into jayvik is doing great things for me.

[chrliekclly]

horrible parents horrible women horrible yuri

[raceweek]

“Happiest Birthday Bunny Bear. Makes Me So Happy To Grow Old Together, Forever.” 😩

[moonyslesbian]

ive got 99 problems and having ravi come back on the show wouldnt solve any of them but it would still be nice i think

[astralzeraphias]

“he was mentally ill. this monster was a- was a sick fantasy. a product of his dementia.”

“…i saw it too. does that make me disturbed? demented? does… that make me sick too?”

[draculasdatter]

i literally cannot think too deeply about The Bite. like. he was in the harsh sterile lights of a GAS STATION. with DEREK, arguably the worst vampire of all time. took his little cardigan off:(. realized what he was doing. said “maybe im not ready..” and then.. the Bite. like. it can’t be undone. can’t be RE-done. can’t be taken back. he deserved a dark room covered in a hundred candles and a velvet cape and maybe some red wine and violet roses. and a very serious nandor grasping his hand, kneeling by his side, gently talking him through the process until finally sinking his fangs into his familiar’s soft neck with the delicacy of a decade of pining :(

[bird-inacage]

When you're just trying to day job but he exists.

Me: [CLAPS] Yes First, get your flirt on 👌 That's ma boy!