#half just talking

[sy-tech]

Thoughts on a Megaphone 2.5

I think there's something important I need to scream into the void we call the internet before I fall asleep tonight. And, you'll have to bear with me here, as this post is being typed up at 1 AM on New Years, post-celebration excitement, but as I'm winding down sitting in front of my alter taking inventory of all the years I've live and every experience that comes with; I realized just how much I missed creating.

See when I was younger, as I'd assume 99% of those reading can relate to, I was one of those cringe ass middle school kids. Writing fan-fiction in this sparkly blue journal (Decorated with FNAF stickers) and typing it into my phone's keyboard letter by letter to post it on something like wattpad or amino. (Yes, yes, both of those platforms have a LAUNDRY list of issues and you probably scoffed but that's not the point I'm making here.) I made new pieces of fan-art about once every week it seemed. Hell, I even had friends both in and outside of fandom spaces that I would pass that damn notebook too. Asking for literally feedback I could get from them.

I remember at the time being so incredibly nervous to show my work. Showing art, making opinions publicly known, or even just having a dialogue with someone over something is hard after all. I still always managed to ultimately be happy about it. Which is very much not the case today. I don't know if it's the fandoms I've fallen into, or myself just becoming more and more reclusive as the years tick by. Maybe it's even just fundamentally changes in how the internet engages with fandom culture. Quite frankly the version of myself writing this just isn't smart enough to tell you an answer.

However, what I can tell you is that somewhere between then and now I got it in my brain that it was safer to never interact publicly (past reblogs, likes, and conversations with trusted friends) with the media I enjoy. I stopped making fanart (Referring to both writing & drawn art here). Not because I didn't want to or didn't have any ideas. Trust me the PILES of private projects I have piled up in storage or on my google drive can attest that the urge to interact never disappeared. I just never put it out there.

I, somehow, convinced myself that I couldn't formulate any valid interpretations of the media I grew to love. That I, no matter what, couldn't be "right". Which is... fucking demoralizing and absolute untrue to think. Due to this internalized belief, I stopped making art. I stopped interacting with media.

I instead took stacks of handwritten notes of every detail I could. Organized them in table on google docs for quick reference. Trying to rationalize to myself AND others why I thought the way I did. Saw what I did. Believed what I did.

I genuinely believed that my way of thinking was flawed and wrong. That I had to dissect what I loved to think "right" about it. There was no room for disagreements. I did't want to be wrong or embarrassed. I just HAD to see what other people saw. Had to agree with what they had to say. If I didn't there was something "wrong" with me, or there was something wrong with them. There could be no middle ground, compromise, or agreeing to disagree. It was a question of moral character. Of my own intellect.

I, effectively, became my own worst bully and due to that I lost most of my energy or motivation to bring the art I loved so much to life. I lost my joy in community. I lost my ability to talk, and with it the happiness it all once brought to me.

Ultimately, I began to value the appearance of never having a wrong thought that I just- stopped doing the things that made me happiest. Not only was I taking every criticism of the media I liked personally, but I was also taking criticism of my own thinking so personally I just quit sharing at all. Which just isn't how you grow as a person. It isn't how you have fun with stories. It's how you end up in a years long burnout like I have. It's how you stop enjoying media and just mindlessly consume it. It loses any personal meaning the second you believe yourself inadequate to not only form connections/interpretations but also to speak about them. The mistakes and discussions are a part of learning. Of growing and building.

I'm not going to end this off as a cheesy, "My New Years Resolution..." I don't even like the concept of New Years Resolutions as it just an easy way to set yourself up for disappointment (At least if you take it seriously). Rome wasn't built in a night and no one changes or recovers in a night either. Hell, part of why these words you are reading right now were typed up is part of that effort of getting used to doing this sort of thing again. The other part of typing this up is that maybe by doing this someone else who relates can get out of this horrible paranoid rut as well. At least begin too.

Long rambling post cut short; Don't let yourself get in the way of creating. Be kind to yourself, be patient with others, and above all just do what makes YOU happy.

Happy FUCKING New Years y'all!

I swear if someone puts this on r/im13andthisisdeep

[aphel1on]

i have such a love for characters who descend into madness or villainy out of deep, deep empathy. characters who fundamentally cannot cope with the cruel realities they find themselves in and blow up about it in spectacular fashion. fallen angel type characters with tears of outrage in their eyes. characters who break before they bend, and break so badly they splatter blood all over their noble ideals. every variation on it gets me so good

[hinamie]

make it vicious, take a stab

[heartorbit]

if we could stay connected, just like this

[jakeperalta]

letting celebrities think they can and should "use their platform" to speak on all current events and political issues regardless of how educated they are on them was a grave mistake

[escapistcatontheinternet]

i love the extras of dungeon meshi in how it fleshes out the world because they make it so much more evident how race affects every part of the story while avoiding the zootopia racism problem. like obv a main theme of the story is like, humanity and desire, 'to eat is to live', etc, but since the majority of it takes place in the dungeon isolated from society and thru the lens of laios, the racial aspects play out more like shadows on a wall for most of the story.

then in the extras we get comics like this

which at a glance fleshes out the racial aspects via a character explaining the racial rules of universe - humans have x amount of bones, while orcs and kobolds have more. however, if u take it less straightforwardly, it points out how the concept of 'human' is a constructed concept in the world. the fact that there are different categories of human in different parts of the world based off of what types of humanoids occur there is already a demonstration of this. in response, the bones explanation seems to kabru and the characters as an objective way of measuring humans vs nonhumans.

but obv, when the culture was deciding what humanoids were humans and nonhumans, they weren't blindly analyzing skeletons and then deciding. just visually, one can glean that orcs and kobolds look less like the ingroup of tallmen, elves, dwarves, gnomes, etc. the bones explanation appears as a justification for that immediate prejudice under a scientific guise - I'm sure that one could come up with the same number of physical differences between a gnome and an elf that they would find between a tallman and an orc. it sounds a lot better to say 'well, an orc has 230 bones while a human has 206' then 'well, an orc looks ewwww yucky yucky to me while a human looks normal'.

and what i like abt the comic is that the characters take the explanation at face value for the most part. when a contradiction is brought up in the oni, kabru can neatly slot them into the predetermined number of bones framework. bc that's kinda how it works irl - there r cultural prejudices that we can posthumously justify, and if we find something outside of it, we can twist it to fit into our predetermined binary. however, since the reader does not live in a world where there are orcs and kobolds to be prejudiced against, we can see that flaw in the cultural logic. when the party encounters the orcs, the number of bones has no bearing on their humanity. They r shown to be cliquish and distrusting of outsiders, but not any more than the elves are later in the story.

tldr dungeon meshi worldbuilding is so good

[remxedmoon]

y’know what? fuck you. *UNGRAYSCALES YOUR ISATS*

no wait come back there’s greyscale versions under the cut :(

[forgettable-au]

CHAPTER TWO | The Scientific Method

FORGETTABLE-AU (page 73-77)

* His brother is annoying.

[BEGINNING] [PREVIOUS] [CONTINUE]

[sergle]

I don’t know if there really is any science behind workout routines separated by sex, but even if there is benefit to doing exercise “for women” i don’t give a shit. and i will intentionally seek out guides made For Men. because by and large, this is how the different video thumbnails shake out

[princema-k]

arent u tired of being of being nice..... dont u wanna go Apeshitt

(quote in no.3 courtesy of tearay1073's comment on this vid)

[starsonablackboard]

are you sure?

[bruciemilf]

I can’t explain, it but Thomas Wayne should be a cigarette mom

God help you if you cross this man at 4 in the morning at a Krispy Donut parking lot cause his cat of a child chased a rat. Voice sounding like a broken car motor, but like. Sexy. “The hell are you lookin’ at?! God damn it— BRUCE. Take that outta your mouth.”

[ohimsummer]

satoru gojo is tall, charming, powerful, radiating a commanding aura to both sorcerers and non-sorcerers alike. his presence demands attention, something he never has to struggle hard for. everyone around him usually grows intimidated just from him being in the vicinity—they get sweaty, they get nervous, they get shy. but not him. he’s not familiar with such emotions. satoru gojo has never been flustered…not until you, anyway.

he’s stuttered twice: once out of nervousness and the other out of pure shock. you didn’t even react to his first blunder, and that throws gojo off just a little more. he’s the strongest. he doesn’t make mistakes, doesn’t fumble over his words. satoru is about as perfect as perfect can get. and yet, here he is, tongue tied and twisted in knots all because…you’re looking at him?

this isn’t new. it’s not like he’s never been looked at before. quite the opposite, in fact. but this isn’t like the usual irate glances or idolizing, heart-eyed stares he gets from everyone else. you’re actually looking at him like a person, and paying attention on top of that.

ever since satoru began talking, you’ve hung on to every word he’s spoke, nodding along and interjecting with relevant dialogue. complimenting him, asking related questions, brows raising in surprise or intrigue when he says something you find interesting. despite this all being the usual bells and whistles of a normal conversation, satoru can’t help but feel a foreign pounding in his chest. he’s never experienced anything like this. not for a long while, anyway.

it’s not just the thudding behind his ribcage, but this sincere action of being seen. everyone else either looks through gojo, or over him, or away from him entirely and try not to acknowledge him at all, as if suffering through his company. but you, you’re actually looking at satoru, right in his face. dare he say, straight through his blindfold and into the azure blues underneath, as if it isn’t even there.

he has his silly suspicions that maybe you are looking through his blindfold. satoru considers that maybe you have some special power or technique to look through the fabric, but quickly squashes the nonsensical idea and decides instead that he’s just overthinking. and that conclusion flusters him even more.

the realization that you are actually interacting with him and listening to him….it’s not just going into one ear and out the other, or flying over your head as you pretend to listen and instead ogle the pretty features on his face. you’re…interested? in what he has to say? it almost seems implausible, but here you are, clinging to his every word and indulging in conversation with him. no restless fidgeting as you wait for it to end, nor a poorly concealed look of impatience as you pray for him to finally shut up.

you genuinely seem content in sitting here and letting satoru talk your ears off. like you’re enjoying it. and satoru is giddy at this realization, this epiphany that someone actually, truly enjoys his company. he thinks it feels…

it feels nice.

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[lolli-popples]

Objectively funniest possible Life Series alliance would be BigB and Martyn.

They would be like "I guess we're allies now" and then they'd walk in opposite directions, build separate bases, and would be in the same room a total of 5 times, all of which being them doing an intro together.

They would also set the Life Series alliance record for "Most problems caused without facing any consequences."

Most solid team ever, you can't betray each other if you're never in the same room.

[phantomskeep]

DC x DP prompt but it's just Danny acting like an ectoplasmic Venom with [insert DC character here]

Danny, after spotting a powerful hero having trouble: Oh no! I should help!

Jason "I've-Had-Too-Much-Of-This-Shit-Already" Todd: what the fuck why am I glowing

Danny, covering this helmeted fruit loop who was trying to fight tEN PEOPLE AT ONCE ARE YOU INSANE-: hi :D We're friends now :D

Jason: internal screaming

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 271

“Grandmother is visiting,” Damian suddenly said with no warning and with his usual not-quite demanding tone. 

“Who?” Tim wasn’t the only one to startle, seeing as Bruce had practically froze, a downturn to his lips in a silent show of confusion. 

Damian scowled. “Are you deaf Drake? Grandmother is coming to Gotham to, quote, make sure I am being properly cared for.” None of them had known that Ras was with anyone actually. At least Tim was pretty sure that would have been in the files. 

“Oh?” Dick didn’t quite crouch to Damian’s height but it was a near thing. “She-” “He,” Damian corrected, interrupting him. They all exchanged a glance before Dick continued. 

“Is he coming to the Manor or…” 

Damian scoffed again, a tiny bit of a flush against his face. “No, Grandmother will most likely be staying with Akhi-”

Now wait one moment-

“YOU HAVE ANOTHER BROTHER?!”