#i can't decide if this is a stupid idea but i have decided to be spontaneous and post it anyway

[thumperdaetime]

the music is punk because it challenges the norm. the clothing is punk because it challenges the norm. the politics are punk because they challenge the norm. it's not a sound, or a look, or a book, or a slogan. it's a way of thinking that puts radical acceptance and relentless pursuit of joy, face to face with a world that wants you dead. you can't put a price on it. the disabled woman that says "fuck it people know I can't hold my blatter anyway. I don't care if they can tell I'm wearing the rehab-provided brief. Get me my bright lipstick I'm going to bingo!" is flexing the same muscles as the suburban white boy who steals eyeliner from his conservative mother. they are both people using identity, to create joy and signal comradery in lonely times, reputation be damned.

not to mention, all of the clothes I have been able to afford new when I was in my poorest moments were shit quality anyway. anything you can do to extend the lifespan of a physical object that was made under the modern fast fashion system past "thrown out, unsold at the store" is a win. in the same way that any pressure you can keep against an actively bleeding wound is a win. cloths are a common class of tools we use to help regulate our comfort, with that is with the temperature or our cave-mates. if the clothes make you feel uncomfortable they are already useless. it is already trash. why not try anything to see if it works? there are intelligent capable people across the centuries who died dreaming of what to do with once gorgeous expensive trendy fabric, that will now look dated and trashy outside of "the spring of '32 when i fell in love with jazz." or whatever the kids are into these days. the stupid walmart blazer you took a chance on 2 years ago but now feel "too X to wear" is no different. either you trash it now, or live with that trash in your home until your kids do it for you, while crying about how they always thought you looked good in that color. you might as well see if there's enough fabric to re-make that halter top you loved in college. when it looks homemade you get to boast and explain all about how you're trying to make shit better in little ways. and who cares if it fails? Aren't you deserving of a little petty violence? when the last time you really didn't give a shit about seam Ripping and just went to town? don't you want to be able to yell at something with no moral consequences? so much in this world is complicated and nuanced and requires forethought and responsibility. Wouldn't it feel nice to have a hobby that lets you get reasonably angry at evil fabric for not doing the thing, and then you can just throw it and swear, and then never have to think about it again. because it doesn't matter. it was already cheep plastic made to feed a system that would rather watch the world burn than lose a shareholder. you eat credit cards a year. you can not hurt wasted disposable plastic more than it will hurt you.

and then if it works you have a cute top to wear around places to show you are the kind of person who has cool tops! and help you ease people into the idea that a political movements starts with people deciding what things they inherited they actually want to keep around. and then maybe one day you cut apart and re-make out of nice quality fabric, with the mistakes you learned from the first one. so you can weaponize your ability to present yourself as ""respectable"" when you have to play the politics game in big official ways.

or (imagine this) you can even use your new knowledge of what types of edits you often make to clothing to buy a quality garment that will be more worth investing in. Ones that are made in ways that add value to their communities will feel good on your body from day one, and you can be mened and adapt in ways that may let it outlive you.

or maybe you elevate that shity, guilt ridden- shirt out of the gym lost and found on the last day of freshman year, because "fuck it- I liked that middle-school library fit. and Its a size too small but I'm bound to get thinner eventually. and I don't think its actually stealing if no one else wants it." Maybe if you make it into a statement piece scrap in your favorite "look I'm not happy about it either!" outfit, to show that you want to fuck with the systems in a "hey we should still have A Library tho right?" sort of way. you might run into the middle school girl who gets to break the ice with a fellow "cool garment person" friend. and she gets to laugh about your shirt deadnaming her. and you get to apologize and offer to let her sign something over it. and now you are advertising the formative art of a local queer-punk-artisan who you know is also out there trying her best to make the shitty stuff a little less shitty when they can, even if it means learning how to thread a sewing machine.... eventually.... hopefully.

also, as a person who has spent about a decade trying to figure out ways to keep kids of all ages informed and prepared and enriched on a budget. "Tug of War turned tie-dye Party" would of been a smash hit, my queer and rural in the 90's type parents would have loved it. after growing up with Halloweens filled with pieced-together costumes that made room for sensory issues and accessibility aids. and family "vacations" taken on public land with what's left of the food stamps. i think there is definitely a market for how to teach your children the fundamentals of serving in a world that might find their misery profitable. without like... terrafing them.

imagine how much easier alot of it would have been if someone early in your life had sat you down and said "ok. a lot of times things are going to be bad and unfair and evil. and there's going to be complicated reasons you cant do much about it but feel bad. but if you feel bad all the time it will only get worse. so what you can do is take what is around you, figure out what it is and how it works and why it's there, and then break it in ways that are meaningful and delibrite. and re-shape it to help the actual people who are trying survive."

then they showed you and all of your little friends how to research, what fabric is and understand why you bought supplies, and then get their hands dirty testing how strong it is, and why jeans have rivets even when you want to sew right there. and re-asure them that it's ok you paved the way to make sure they can't hurt anything too bad even if they are really really bad at it. and then let them find joy and pride in making something unique and custom with their own tools for the cost of cleaning out a closet, and some rite dye.

and then the community has a couple new little baby punks making decent folks smile with little bold fashion statements, and turning heads when they experiment with which parts of society they want to bring into the new age. tl;dr: I think we need to start telling the “I’m too poor to dress punk” crowd that they’re posers. -polyamorouspunk, November 2024, tumbr.com

I think we need to start telling the “I’m too poor to dress punk” crowd that they’re posers.

[brotherwtf]

What happens the morning after Gale climbs up into John’s bunk in flight school? 🤭

oh my God I was waiting for someone to ask this.... let's just say Gale's having homosexual thoughts and Johns trying to figure out the meaning of the word

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Gale tried not to think about it.

He tried not to think about what he had done, what he had so foolishly done because he was caught up in the heat of the moment, caught up in his stupid queer feelings for John. He tried not to think about how John tasted, how he felt heavy in his mouth, tried not to think about the salty bitterness of his come.

He also tried not to think about how John seemed to want him to stay, he seemed like he was reaching for Gale when he pulled away, but Gale was definitely reading into that.

He said they would talk in the morning, but Gale decided he was going to go on a run. To try and forget about it, he reasoned. He did about three laps around the base before the thoughts of John's breathy moans clenched fists came back to him, and he finally decided to go back to the barracks. John was likely gone, he probably had missed him. At, least, that's what he hopes.

But John was sitting at his desk, reading Gale's book of poems with his eyebrows furrowed and Gale knew that this conversation had to happen at some point.

"Morning," Gale says, his voice thick and a little scratchy. He winces at the thought of what could have caused it.

John gives him a tight lipped smile, one that conveys he has a thousand things to say but no idea how to say it and it's ripping Gale apart inside.

"So..." John starts but Gale just interrupts him.

"I'm sorry, John. I shouldn't have done something like that, it was foolish and wrong and I understand if you want nothing to do with me anymore. I can move out, we can never talk again, I'm just so fucking sorry, John," Gale pleads.

John pauses, mouth hung open in slight confusion as he looks at Gale. He doesn't seem angry or upset, like Gale thought he would be, he just seems so conflicted.

"What? Buck, no, I swear I'm not mad, really. I'm just... I don't understand it because I liked it. I liked it a lot... when you did it," John says and hell must have frozen over because for the first time in John's life he looks embarrassed to admit that, a pretty flush painting John's cheeks pink.

It's Gale's turn to balk, completely taken aback by the tender confession. His mind is spinning. John liked it, he liked it. He didn't hate Gale or think he was a no good queer for what he had done.

"You liked it?" Gale asks carefully and John shakes his head, scrubbing a hand down his face and sighing.

"Yeah? I did, Buck, I liked it when you did it," John admits.

Gale walks closer to John, slowly, until he's standing right in front of him and has to peer down to look at him.

"What does that mean for us, John?" Gale asks, voice barely above a whisper.

One of John's hands experimentally comes up to hold Gale's hand, tries interlacing their fingers and sighs, expression still confused.

"I want to try it, I want to try doing this... whatever this is... with you. You've got me hooked, Gale," John admits, and that's when Gale leans down to kiss him.

It's something tender, just the pressing of lips together with their fingers interlaced, Gale has to bend down a little bit to slot their lips together but it feels good, it feels correct. John's lips are warm and there's a slight scratch of stubble from the scraggly mustache he's been trying to grow, but everything feels right, it feels good, and Gale can't help but smile.

He pulls away and gives John a sweet smile, which he returns and squeezes Gale's hand between his.

"Yeah, let's try it," Gale admits and he leans down to press another tender kiss to John's lips.

[c0zy-fluff]

Guys, I can't stop thinking bout GoldenThunder pls help-

And with the help of an angsty song I literally just started listening to after 2 years it released, the brainrot's only gotten worse.

Aight, here's my angsty GoldenThunder idea:

There's mutual feelings between the two, but they both think the other doesn't think the same.

With Simon:

Simon would think that Poe is the least likely out of all of the critters who would be wanting to get into a relationship. He also thinks that saying the words 'Will you go out with me?' will only make the crow/raven feel repulsed and disgusted with such an idea of getting into a relationship. It completely eats him up inside at the thought of the raven/crow rejecting him. But more so with ruining their developed friendship by asking them out to throw everything out the window and the thought of the raven/crow never wanting to see him again after the question. A part of the dragon wants to stop falling for the raven/crow to save their newly-found friendship, but feels he can't because his feelings have greatly grown strong for them. Simon feels he wants a relationship with Poe, but he just thinks he won't be able to ever get it.

Meanwhile with Poe:

Poe thinks that Simon could do so much better than them. There could probably be a critter who's as snobby, rich, AND popular as Simon for him to fall head over heels for than just an emo, edgy outcast. I mean, them and a popular kid dating? That's stupid, right? Right...? Why would a critter as popular as Simon want to go out with an outcast such as Poe? Oh, they could only think of the weird and millions of beady eyes on them when critters would have to see the two going out together and gossiping about why would Simon want to settle for a raven/crow that is beyond outcast status. They want to stop falling for Simon, but those feelings are too strong for them to handle. A part of them wants these feelings to stop, yet they can't help but feel more relaxed when the dragon is with them, and it feels...nice. Okay, more than nice. However, they can't seem to shake the gut-punching feelings of being publicly humiliated for being in a relationship with someone they don't deserve to have.

This is the song that inspired me to make this angsty idea:

[WIP which I prob won't finish]

Also yes, the lyrics in this specifically come from that song I mentioned from above :3

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! THE ANGST IS NOW STARTING TO KILL ME,, I LOVE THESE TWO SMMMM W/ THE FLUFFY SCENARIOS,,, BUT I ALSO WANNA SEE SOME ANGST AS WELL,,,, RAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH I CAN'T DECIDE XHCIFIGKGUDTSJFKGISUSKGJAUDJFJJFGASQEEHTKYHWDQDWJTKYKRGSDWGEUEJRGQFWHSHRHEBDBFJTJRS

[thelaurenshippen]

Hello! As someone who loves the Bright Sessions and also loves writing stories I wanted to ask some questions.

What was the process of coming up with the Bright Sessions? Was it something you've worked on for years before seriously committing to it, or was it more recent? Also, did you know it was going to be a podcast when you began? Finally, do you remember who the first character you came up with/named was?

great question and one I actually have a very solid answer for!

the first character I came up with was Sam and she was Samantha Eleanor Barnes pretty much immediately. she was the start of the whole idea - I wanted to make something of my own that I could act in (I play Sam in the podcast) and I also wanted to write something about the experience of having panic attacks. I love sci-fi, so pretty early on, I decided I wanted her to time travel whenever she had a panic attack.

that's all the the idea was for a while - just Sam having panic attacks and time traveling. pretty much simultaneously, I knew I wanted to make a podcast and I can actually give you an exact timeline on this - in the end of March 2014, I was shooting a short film up in Angeles National Forest and the drive to set was long and before the sun rose. so I thought it was the perfect time to check out this show that tumblr had been talking about, Welcome to Night Vale. I fell in love. and I thought, well, I can't make a film or a web series, because I don't have a camera or know how to do that at all, but I bet I could make a podcast.

it took me another few months of mulling to figure it out. I was driving down Santa Monica Blvd one evening, trying to figure out how to tell Sam's story - I don't want to do single narrator, because WTNV does that so well, and I don't think I can pull it off, but I don't want a huge cast either so she has to be talking to one other person. maybe her neighbor? we can't time travel with her because I can't sound design that. so she's just sitting in a room telling someone about this?

oh. OH! she's in therapy. she's talking to a therapist.

and then the world opened up - who's this therapist? who are her other patients? I wrote the first script - Sam's first session - in June of 2014 and then..........

I just didn't do anything with it. a friend read it and gave me notes, but I was trying to act, going to auditions and trying to get whatever job I could, working at a sandwich shop and doing a million side gigs to pay rent, and writing more scripts felt so daunting.

and then in March 2015 (March, huh? every year it is a Month) I got very sick (a longer story that involves scarlet fever lol) and it sort of derailed my life in a huge way and I had to figure out a work from home gig and that summer, exactly a year after writing that first script, I felt it was sort of stupid to be afraid of trying something. so I wrote eight more scripts. I wrote the character of Chloe for Anna (one of my dearest friends (she drove me to the ER actually and brought me a box of donuts that they wouldn't let me eat :( )) and then asked Julia and Briggon to take a chance on me.

the first episode came out in November of 2015 and by that point, I'd already started writing season two.

[12am-motivation]

GIVE US A BREAK SOLMARE THE OMNB ANNIV EVENT JUST ENDED 😭

[quemirabobo]

Writing the most ridiculous story with insane plot but keeping everyone pretty much in character and serious has to be one of the funniest shit ever, I've never written so much in so little time in my life

[cloyingcadaver]

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[ilovedthestars]

can i do an extremely personalized ask game? is that a thing people do?

my ao3 is the tip of the iceberg when it comes to my murderbot fanfics. all of my murderbot fanfic is in one big scrivener project, which is, at this moment, a combined 205,811 words. (my ao3 posted works, in case you were wondering, add up to 32,327 words.) the individual fics are separated into folders, and there are 42 folders, a few of which are published fics but most of which are wips that have yet to see the light of day.

if you send me a number between 1 and 42 i will tell you a little bit about whichever fic that corresponds to, and maybe post a few lines! yes, this is a blatant excuse for me to get to ramble about my fics, but i'm hoping that might get me excited to finish some of them. or at the very least, tell you all about the cool ideas that i might never finish writing so that i still get to share them in some form.

i have no idea if anyone is interested in the words in my head but me, and I am debating whether this is a weird thing to do. but ask games are fun and i am going to indulge myself in hopes that other people will indulge me <3

[unnamed-atlas]

Having brain worms. What if uhhhhhh SOS Mianite au

[running-in-the-dark]

I'm not feeling well today, so I'm in bed, and it's so fucking boring. I wish I at least had my Switch but of course this happens to be the day my husband took it to work with him to download some of my games for me (since we don't have internet yet) 😭

[fooltofancy]

do i turn my apartment into a greenhouse OR do i completely redo the basement in my estate IDK i'm suffering

[tornoaserjo]

Me pot que les meues amigues s'enfaden perquè no els done la raó cegament als seus novios

[kyeterna]

In which chris and I died the funniest most preventable way possible in minecraft (and me not using the character names because i have no idea how this event would fit into the canon)

I don't know what it is about this man but whenever we are within close proximity to each other, whether irl or in minecraft, our braincells repel each other and we always do the dumbest shit imaginable.

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(On the nether roof) Kye: Hey Cran, me and Chris are going Ancient City adventuring, wanna join? Cran: Ohhhhh, no I'll pass Chris: I got all the wool, we're gonna need a bed Kye: I got wool too, got any planks? Chris: There you go Kye: Opa- Chris: Make one for me too *Within a fraction of a second* Kye, internally: I already made one bed -> We only need one for both of us to set spawn -> Why should I make one for him too? -> We can just use the one I madeeee -> Now I really don't wanna make a second one -> I'm gonna be an ass about it *just had an evil joke thought* Kye, still internally: it's not like he'll fall for it Kye: Sure thing Chris, here's your bed, go sleep in it <3 Kyeterna vision: Chris: You silly prankster, I'd never fall for THAT! Hahahaha (They both laugh) Reality: Chris: Oh alright, thanks. Kye: ahahah- eh? -Anaflektoras (Chris's username) died by [Intentional Game Design] -Kyeterna died by [Intentional Game Design] A very concerned Cran: Guys??? *Realisation sets in* Kye: Oh no... Kye: CHRIS! Chris: mhm Kye: GONE! Chris: mhm Kye: FIRE! Chris: mhm Kye: ELYTRAS!! Chris: you are making total sense Kye: BED! Chris: sure thing Kye: BOOM! GONE! Chris: yup Kye: NOTHING LEFT! Chris: what Kye: FIRE FIRE ELYTRAS! Chris: what Kye: CHRIS! THIS BAD! Chris: oh Kye: OH NOOO...! Chris: mhm Kye: CHRISSSSSSSS Chris: she is so gonna kill me Kye: NO ELYTRA! FIRE!! Cran: do you guys need help?

[watercolor-hearts]

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[dredshirtroberts]

y'know that post that's like everyone's got their special super power or whatever, it might just look a little different from the super hero movies? right?

yeah my bio family's version of that is Impeccably Bad Timing

[dravidious]

You're cool and neat

Computer science is going well today