#genuinely idk if this is satire or genuine

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

i do have a contender. what is this even trying to tell me

they finally did it. this is the worst one. the worst possible tumblr ad.

[lacunazai]

censoring a real persons name is so wild to me

[rjalker]

we watched Starship Troopers the other day and apparently I didn't make a tag for it.

anyways we put it on because Walks saw a thing saying it was "amazing satire" so we were like oh okay lets give it a shot.

No, it absolutely is not "amazing" satire. It shouldn't even be considered satire at all. Wanting to be satire and actually being satire are two different things.

It fails to be satire.

We were waiting for the thing to at least reveal that Earth had been the ones to bomb Buinos Aires out of existance so that they'd have a justification to "start the war" (which had clearly already been started, but that's not something the movie really wants you to think about either), but then that just never happened.

Like. This movie is not meaninfully different from any other US Military propaganda film. Soldiers die in propaganda too. this doesn't do anything to condemn militarism. Simply having characters say "we live in a dictatorship and it's the best" isn't satire. Fashists do genuinely believe that dictatorships are good for you.

At least when people fail to understand that Flatland is satire it's because it's over a hundred and forty years old and the language has changed a lot so people have a hard time literally understanding what it's saying.

This movie seems to just think saying "fashism is awesome bro" is satire. It's not. That's failing step 1 at being satire. Just like all the posts "mocking gender norms" that don't do anything to make it clear they're mocking the gender norms, and then get mad when people criticize the gender norms they seem to be unironically upholding.

[dullahandyke]

Whenver I see that post abt a Twitter user completing Keith Haring's unfinished painting with AI and getting replies like 'NO this is BAD ❌🙅‍♂️🔥 the original meaning of the painting wasssss' I'm always a little baffled that rarely do people reblog a version clarifying that the tweet is like. Satire and/or bait

[technicolorxsn]

love how there are pretentious video essays that just repeat the book and meander and ramble about house of leaves. it's what zampanó would have wanted. it is not, however, what I want

[starlooove]

Do y’all think ur slick when u say some racist ass shit and then immediately start making outlandish remarks or content so you can claim the racism was satire? Like I need y’all to know that we recognize it when y’all do that.

[skitskatdacat63]

How about 2 + 70 Vettonso?

Royal AU x Locked in a Room

Keke I'm assuming you're asking for boy king au? 🤭🤭 I feel like they often get locked in rooms together because everyone is so done with their bickering. Like oh noooo we lost the key, you guys are gonna have to wait in there. Together. Alone. Unfortunately the locksmith lives across Vienna. Btw he’s scared of horse carriages. Oh no.  Don’t worry, Mark makes sure to lock them in a room with a notable lack of sharp objects. I think when they’re away from everyone else, away from their situation, they feel a lot more comfortable with each other. They’re stuck in a room for the foreseeable future with no one else watching, what is the real point of putting up a front anymore in this situation; this is the man they’re going to be stuck with forever after all, just not in the confines of this specific room. They are both a very specific breed of ultra competitive and devoted, so even though they’re having a perfectly “normal” conversation about literature they enjoyed(Fernando: Machiavelli’s The Prince, he says it's a very good, relatable and interesting guide. Seb: Don Quixote, he told Fernando it reminds him of a certain someone), to everyone outside, it’s like “oh god what is that muffled yelling, are they scuffling???” When they’re not being scrutinized by the rest of the palace and court, I think they can have very calm constructive conversations about running the kingdom(no matter how seemingly competitive they sound.)  Also even if Seb cares less about image than Fernando, I think he still definitely puts up a front, it’s just a lot less negative than Fernando; so this situation gives them a situation where they can be their most free and open selves. Yeah yeah they spend time alone together often, like in their bedchamber, but that still has a notable time limit most of the time, and technically one of them could just dip at any moment. So everytime they get conveniently stuck in a room, they come out of it a lot closer and a lot more aligned, and a lot more fond of each other. I say “come out of the room” but more often than not, they’re found passed out, cuddled together on some surface, the furniture and their clothes in disaray. I’ll leave it up to your imagination how they ended up there, and what their state of undress is 🤭

[chilledmac]

kind of sad that no one in the gang really has a relationship with dee anymore. like i know she's forever been the laughing stock of the group but at least by the end of an episode they would come together as a group (the end of s15 for example) but i just feel that overall dee's been divided? from the gang's dynamic

[quaranmine]

6 + 24 for the ask game!

6. Do you have your work beta'd? How important is this to your process?

Generally speaking, no. I've always tended to edit my own work as I go, even though it makes me write significantly slower than other people. I know people emphasize the importance of rough drafts and just writing as much as possible and cutting it down later, but that's never really been my style, even when I was really young in school. But sometimes I do send things over to my friends in discord to read over before I post, less for editing and more for general thoughts.

24. Worst writing advice anyone ever gave you?

It might be because I read one of Second's answers like this earlier but I used to legitimately believe that you should use words like "said" as little as possible. Or that certain words like "run" or "walk" were weak and you should use a more specific word for what you meant. The truth is that sometimes words, especially words like said, are just filler words and it turns out that trying to be a walking strolling thesaurus is just annoying to read. By all means, be deliberate in your wording and use synonyms that better illustrate your point, but sometimes it's fine to use "basic" words. Someone please tell my high school self this.

[makestheworldtastegood]

This is the worst video I've ever seen in my life tbh

[pileofpawns]

every day I tell myself I'm gonna be done with South Park but then I think about Princess Kenny and Butters interacting and go back on my word

[musical-chick-13]

See, the problem with watching/reading (what I consider to be) absolutely stellar media is that any work that tries to do a similar thing, I will end up comparing to said stellar media.

[catsandcataclysms]

An antithesis of the common problem with liking old humor youtube videos, one of the best feelings in the world is rewatching a 10 year-old video and finding out that currently the dude is a straight dude openly backing drag shows in the discourse and donating to the Trevor project

[creamyforestmushroom]

Y'all I think Gege Akutami's next series should be about a black haired dude and maybe... idk... a white haired dude (gotta get those parallels) who just live together and end up adopting children and just living in a cottage or smth.

(Yes this is satire but if you are genuinely interested in this idea, I recommend Witch Hat Atelier.)

[s0uth3park]

ETA: I keep coming back to this to add tags HELP I have brainworms now and can’t stop

help please idk what to do with everyone else 😭

[jo-harrington]

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 13 - Sex, Drugs, & Rock n Roll

Summary: Up and coming Rockstar Eddie meets his dream girl on Corroded Coffin's first tour. And she's nothing like what he thought she'd be like...

Word Count: 991

Pairing: Rockstar!Eddie x Pornstar!Reader

Rating: T - I KNOW LISTEN BEAR WITH ME...we're playing with the oxymoron ok? ITS NOT ABOUT THEIR RELATIONSHIP

Warnings/Themes: minor discussion of the rockstar/pornstar life (of which I have no experience), mention of smut but nothing graphic, strangers to...somethings, AU within an AU, satire, metafiction, angst, fluff, friendship

Note: Keeping in theme with Saturdays tying into my existing series, this entry takes place in the dream-AU that I just established in the last chapter of my series Stranger Than (Fan)Fiction, which is a story about Eddie realizing that he's been written into a crossover fanfiction with his favorite fictional character (you) from a cult classic television show called Port Geneva (which exists in-universe but obviously was made up by me). Does it sound like a headache? Because it probably is. STFF is EddiexFem!Reader. But its fun and if you're willing to give it a shot...idk I'm biased but 10/10 recommend.

Check Out the Main Post for @corrodedcoffinfest here! Even if you didn’t start on Day 1, you can still join!

Tagging: @the-unforgivenn at her request.

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Please do not interact if you are not 18+.

Enjoy!

If someone would've told Eddie that he would meet his favorite porn star--let alone sleep with them--he would've said they were delusional.

But there you had been.

In the pit at one of the shows on their first tour. A face and body he'd seen dozens, if not hundreds, of times on tapes from the adult section at Family Video.

Someone he'd convinced himself he loved, in some weird and desperate way; the world was unforgiving and you were reliably in the VCR anytime he needed you, so could you blame him?

He'd intended to find you after the show, but you had the guts to come and find them first. To tell them you'd been a fan of theirs after seeing them at the state fair last year.

Then one thing led to another...

It was wild, what coincidences and experiences his rising fame brought to him, especially in a dinky town like Port Geneva.

"It's not that dinky," you laughed. You were curled on your side, hand tucked under your head, staring at him like he’d just hung the stars. Maybe he had; he’d made you scream, after all.

A feat he was pretty proud of, actually.

“I’d never even heard of this place before coming here,” he scoffed in return. "Couldn't even tell you what state we're in."

You hummed, “it's funny how you'd never heard of this town but you recognized me.”

You'd brought it up more than once downstairs at the hotel bar. Disbelief that he knew your face when the whiskey had loosened his tongue enough to admit it. Almost to the point of self-deprecation.

“It’s just a job,” you explained. “It pays the bills. Makes relationships hard. But I have a little trinket shop in town. M'sure it’d be closed by now if I didn’t get those checks.”

And whatever stories he'd made up about you in his head before to convince himself it was ok to sort of be hopelessly in love with someone on the other side of his television screen were soon replaced with facts about the real you.

The reality of this situation made him, in contrast, feel almost too embarrassed by himself and his so-called fame. You, happy to stay here unknown, and him, riding his rising star all the way to the top if he could.

There was a long way to go.

”Well I’m surprised you’d heard of us,” Eddie scoffed. “We’ve only had one or two singles on the radio. We don’t even sell out our shows.”

“You will.”

“You have a lot of faith in us.”

“You don’t?”

“I feel like we’d do better if I still sold weed at the merch table before our gigs.” He smiled as you laughed, genuine joy radiating in his heart to see it.

“That’d get people in the door,” you agreed. You poked his cheek. "I forgot to get a t-shirt, by the way. Was too busy chasing after you like some hopeless fangirl to stop."

This was how it’d been all night. Nothing like he expected.

None of it was, actually.

It had been a whirlwind and he knew he wasn't the only one who felt like that. One day they were managing their own shit, going from state fair to state fair on their real first "tour." Then they had music on the radio and a manager and were on their way to making their first album...eventually.

Albums don't make money, Phil had said, shocking them all when Eddie had asked about it. Touring does.

They'd been offered uppers when they were tired, downers when they got too riled up. There was more money thrown around than any of them had seen their whole lives. And then there was a stern discussion where they had to decide what their future looked like and if they were in it for the long run.

They were just a bunch of guys in their 20s...and they had to decide their whole future right now.

But tonight's show was the first where he actually felt in command of the stage and not just like he was playing pretend.

He and his friends finally got their dream.

People knew them, knew their music, some people even sang along.

You hadn't even been the only one to approach them after the show.

Did they even deserve it?

"I'm just a guy from Hawkins," he whispered to you. "Waiting to wake up from this dream or for them to send me back."

Or something else. There was a lingering feeling that there was just something else waiting for the penny to drop.

Eddie continued spilling his soul to you, in hushed whispers across the pillows, about his hopes and fears, and before he could get to a point where he was certain he was about to cry...you crossed the distance and pressed a kiss to his lips.

It could have been a shut up, you talk too much kind of kiss, but there was something so soothing about it, about the way you caressed his cheek and dropped tiny pecks against his mouth when all was said and done. Two kindred spirits, finding their way to each other in a mess of uncertainty.

"The future is scary," you told him. "But you have to be ok with the choices that you make."

"Do you have any regrets?" he asked.

"Maybe. But then I wouldn't have gotten to meet you." You looked bashful for a second and then rubbed a hand over your face. "Yeah. The rockstar and the pornstar...definitely power couple material."

"We could be. They could write stories about us one day."

"Eddie, it's a one-night stand."

"Doesn't have to be."

"And who is this they you speak of."

"Our adoring fans."

"Uh huh." You snorted. "You have to buy me dinner first before we have some epic love story worthy of stories written about us."

Eddie just smiled.

"How about breakfast?"