#i feel stupid as hell censoring it like this but i do not want to deal with nerds

[spacedebris1993]

Probably gonna get flamed for this but thats fine. I know ive been seeing ppl say that its fine 3@rth5park is like hamfisted on its message bc its for kids but its like, if you've seen the 0wl H0use you can tell the difference between ppl who know how deliver a complex and nuanced story for kids and ppl who don't.

I also think a major issue with 3@rth5park is that its clear the writers arent all in agreement on what the actual backstory is and what theyre trying to say with the elements at play. 0wl h0use has a very clear and concise idea of what Bel0s is in the narrative and how all of the actions of him and also the C0llector are coming into the story and its very consistent on its themes and how they solve problems in the narrative (i mean last episode isnt out yet so 🤞) but with 3@rth5park its confused as hell on what it wants to say and contradicts itself and I think a lot of that is there is no actual idea for how the characters ended up where they are. I assume there's a production note somewhere thats three lines that gives them a basic run down but I don't think any of the writers actually have a fully written out idea on how our characters got to Earth and how thats driving/motivating the characters. I don't think I'm reaching at all to say so because of how confused the DC0N storylines are. We have episode 4 saying anyone who wears the badge is making the choice to do bad, we have soyjack Blitzw1ng at washington but also for whatever reason a Meg@ tr0n statue there bc he's a great hero to the moment. Tar@ntulas says he never wanted to be on that side/was forced to, and of course big idiot in silver saying it was about fighting oppression meanwhile purple idiot has a secret army waiting to be used whenever <- things ppl dont do when they come to a new place with good intentions

Like, these are not a cohesive idea and you could make it one if you had any idea of what the backstory was but as it stands, it's a jumbled mess of ideas.

"Its for kids so it can be simple and handfisted" but this isnt simple, this is confusing, and its not a great message when one half of your story is trying to wrestle with complicated story abt dispora and immigration and being a second generation kid and then the other half is oh, but their parent's generation showed up to kill everyone.

Like, this is basic media literacy. I shouldn't have to spell out why tying those two ideas together is actively wrong but also actively deterimental to the important part of the narrative which doesnt have anything to do with big silver idiot's nonsense

[jo-speaks]

please please please ft. jack hughes

in which...

you're aware of Jack's reputation with girls, but you know he'll be different with you.

track two in short n' sweet (hughes brothers version) series!

I know I have good judgment

I know I have good taste

It's funny and it's ironic

That only I feel that way

I promise 'em that you're different

Your sister stared at your phone, a picture of the one and only Jack Hughes on it. The look on her face was one of confusion and slight disgust. “That’s… your boyfriend?”

“Well don’t get too happy about it.” You answered, pursing your lips together as you turned off your phone. 

She rolled her eyes, “Y/N, he looks like a frat boy who drinks every other hour and fucks a different girl every night.” 

Before you could respond, her phone rang. She excused herself into the living room, leaving you pondering on your queen-sized bed. Your sister was partially right, he did have a reputation for being, for lack of better words, a fuck boy. 

Ever since he got drafted when he was 18, the number of girls that entered his dm’s was despicable. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t respond to them, getting a few relatively censored pictures in return.

But with age comes maturity. Once he met you, he knew he found his person. 

No more DM’s. No more hookups. No more girls. Just you, and only you.

Your sister reentered the room, “Sorry. Mom just wanted to know if I was showing up to meet your boy toy this weekend.”

“I promise you. He’s different.”

And everyone makes mistakes

But just don't

“Do you not trust me? We’ve been over this, babe.” Jack stated, wrapping his arm around your waist as you got into bed with him. 

You looked up at him as you rested your head on his bare chest. “I do trust you. But you have to understand why they’re worried about me dating you, Jack.”

His body tensed up, and his hold on your body loosened. You could feel the gentle rise and fall into his chest speeding into a rapid pace. Family meant everything to Jack and you knew that, so you couldn’t imagine how he felt at the idea of your family not liking him just because of stupid decisions he made in the past. 

“Sorry. Maybe when we all have dinner tomorrow I can clear that up. I want them to like me, Y/N.” He whispered. 

I heard that you're an actor

So act like a stand-up guy

“So. You’re Jack.” Your father said, eyes trailing up and down his figure.

Your boyfriend gulped slightly, trying to keep his composure. “Yes sir. A pleasure to meet you.” He didn’t reply, choosing to stare the boy down instead. 

“Dad.” You warned.

Wanting to break up all the awkwardness, your mother introduced herself, giving Jack a warmer welcome than your father. She took his hand and dragged him into the house, leaving you and your dad standing tensely in the doorway.

“I don’t like him. Who the hell does he think he’s impressing with that ‘yes sir’ crap?” 

You groaned softly, “Dad, I really like him. Can you please just give him a chance? I promise you he’s a really great guy once you get to know him.”

Your dad stared at you blankly, “How many girls do you think he’s gotten to believe that? Your sister came over yesterday to talk to us. Told us all about him.”

“Yeah, well he’s changed. And whether you choose to believe that or not, all I ask is for you to treat him with a little bit of respect. Please.”

He didn’t respond verbally, opting for a simple sigh and nod as he led the two of you into the house.

Whatever devils inside you

Don't let him out tonight

I tell them it's just your culture

And everyone rolls their eyes

Yeah I know

Maybe it was a mistake bringing your parents to the Devils vs. Kings game. You had never seen Jack as rilled up as he was tonight, but you were sitting close enough to the glass to hear his opponent chirping him about his size. Jack had enough of the cheap shots, choosing to slash and rough around a little bit with the bigger man. 

Your mom laughed softly as he got dragged to the penalty box. You looked up, pointing out the camera focused on Jack displayed on the jumbotron. 

“People pay to watch me play!” Jack yelled, his voice slightly audible from the other side of the rink at which you were sitting.

While you and your mom giggled about the comment made by your boyfriend, your dad shook his head. “Real classy.” 

You sighed, “Dad, please. It’s just hockey culture. He didn’t mean it. 

He simply rolled his eyes, “I’m telling you, sweetie. A temper like that doesn’t only exist while he’s playing.” He said, crossing his arms before pulling out his phone to scroll mindlessly on it.

All I'm asking baby

Please please please don't prove em’ right

Jack threw his equipment bag into the trunk of your car, shaking the vehicle slightly as you got into the passenger seat. However, he stopped you before you could buckle in. 

“Can you drive?” He mumbled, “If I get behind the wheel right now, I swear to God, I might crash it.”

You simply nodded, stepping out so he could step in. You walked around the car, seeing Jack inside the car, looking out the window into the dark, night sky. Since you didn’t lack common sense, you decided to stay quiet and let his mind run wild. Handling three straight losses isn’t easy on an athlete, especially if that athlete is Jack Hughes. 

The half-hour drive back to his Hoboken apartment was mostly silent, other than the occasional sniffle from Jack, his body getting used to being warm after almost six hours at the rink. 

After a few more minutes, it grew old. “You okay?”

He scoffed, “Yeah, I’m totally fine after losing, that makes total sense, Y/N.”

“Okay, no. I didn’t do anything to you, so lose the damn attitude because the only thing I’m trying to do is make you feel better.”

“Well maybe use your brain and don’t ask me stupid questions like that when you can clearly see that I’m not.” He retorted, turning his head to look at you.

You furrowed your eyebrows, severely disliking his tone but ultimately too tired to snap back, resorting to a deep sigh and a quiet, “Okay, Jack.” 

Pulling the car into the driveway of his apartment, you waited for him to unbuckle his seatbelt and get out of the car. He didn’t, rather letting out a breath and reaching over to grab your hand. “I’m sorry. You’re right, you didn’t do anything to me and I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”

“It’s fine, Jack.” You mumbled, not meeting his gaze. 

He gently cupped your face with his right hand, softly forcing you to look at him, which you reluctantly did. “It’s not fine. You’re my girlfriend and I promise you that will never happen again.”

You nodded, silently thanking him before leaning in to kiss his chapped lips.

Please please please

Don't bring me to tears when I just did my makeup so nice

Heartbreak is one thing

My egos another

I beg you don't embarrass me

Mother fucker ohhh

Please please please

‘Jack Hughes seen with beautiful lady at local Jersey bar. New girlfriend in the NHL superstars’ life?’ 

You read the headline, immediately throwing your phone from your vanity seat onto your bed. The tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill over if you blinked. Unfortunately, you weren’t able to hold back the river that began spilling from your eyes. The mascara entering your eyes was a pleasurable burn due to it distracting you from what had caused the situation to unfold in the first place. 

Was he cheating on you? Is this just another gossip site desperate for attention? 

“Woah! Hey, what happened?” Jack called out, snapping you out of your spiral. 

Unable to form words, you just handed him your phone, looking up at him with an expression of hurt and worry.

You watched as his eyes shifted from left to right, reading the article with furrowed eyebrows. When he was done, he let out a sigh and wiped his face then ran the same hand through his hair. 

He set the phone down, squatting down to be on eye level with you. “Baby, I swear it’s not what it looks like.”

“Then what? Because to me, what it looks like is that you were getting nice and cozy with that girl.” You scoffed, trying to turn your chair away from him.

His reflexes were quick enough to stop that, not wanting the conversation to end before he had the chance to explain himself. “Listen to me. Lukey was eyeing her all night. I wanted to be a good big brother and try to set that up. That picture was just taken at a bad time, but I swear to you that’s all it was.” 

“Then why the hell was her hand on your shoulder like that?” You cried out, your sobs breaking your voice. 

“She did that! I took it right off immediately after, I swear. You have to believe me, Y/N. I would never even think about doing that to you.” He pleaded, not wanting everything the two of you had just because of some touchy girl at the bar. 

You tried to calm yourself, wanting to stop the tears but you couldn’t. You believed him, you truly did, but just the idea of him with another woman made you sick to your stomach.

“Okay.” You eventually managed to croak out. “I believe you.”

He pulled you into a tight hug, the mascara running down your cheeks staining his white dress shirt. “I promise I will never, ever, do that to you.”

Well I have a fun idea babe

Maybe just stay inside

I know you're craving some fresh air

But the ceiling fan is so nice

“Do you have to go?” You asked, intertwining your legs with his as you lay on the couch.

He chuckled, “Yes, I do. It’s an event for kids, Y/N. I can’t miss it.” 

“But it’s so nice in here! We’ve got Netflix and A/C. What more could you want?” 

“Fresh air, maybe?” He said with a teasing tone, “I haven’t been out in so long, I need vitamin D.”

You wiggled your eyebrows, “Or vitamin me.” Jack gagged at your joke, pressing himself away from you as you laughed maniacally from your spot on the couch. “I’m definitely going after that awful joke.”

Once you calmed down, you groaned dramatically, tightening your grip on him, “Anything I can do to convince you to stay?”

“Maybe one thing.” He smirked, leaning up to peck at your neck and jawline. “Grow three more heads and a penis and you’ve got yourself a deal.”

“Not funny, Hughes.”

And we could live so happily

If no one knows that you're with me

I'm just kidding

But really (Kinda)

Really

Really

“Can I post this?” Jack asked, crossing his arm over your waist to show you his phone. 

It was a picture of the two of you sitting on the boat and smiling at each other. A cute photo, truly, but your face was on full display. Jack noticed your questioning stare, leaning up on her elbow so he could see you better. 

“I don’t know, Jack. I’d rather you not.”

“Okay… can I ask why? I think it’s a cute photo.”

You let out a soft breath, “I’ve seen the comments under some of your posts. I just don’t want anyone saying anything about us.”

He nodded slowly, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but why do you care so much? It’s just a bunch of fifteen-year-old girls who think they have a chance with me.” 

You let out a laugh at his comment, “It’s not that I care, I just don’t think I want to put us out there. Not yet, at least.”

“Gotcha. So I can’t post you at all? Or can I do this one?” He showed you his phone again after a few swipes of his thumb, his screen displaying a picture of him Titanic-ing you on the edge of the boat. Your back was to the camera, but he had turned around to look at his brother, giving Ellen the perfect chance to capture his laughter in the image.

Smiling at the picture, you nodded, giving him the okay.

Please please please don't prove I'm right

Please please please

Don't bring me to tears when I just did my makeup so nice

Jack’s rough hands over your eyes weren’t the most pleasurable feeling. He wasn’t paying attention to his subconscious choice to press the pads of his fingers into your eyes, so you were mumbling constant, “Jack.”s the whole way to wherever he was taking you. 

Why he couldn’t have just gotten a blindfold was beyond you.

After a few more steps and the familiar creak of the door, he removed his hands. You blinked a few times, adjusting to the light. Once you did, you saw a bunch of red, pink, and white decorations hanging in the kitchen, a small cake in the middle with little figures of you and Jack on the top of it. 

You gasped softly, taking in the scene. You knew Jack was never one to go above and beyond for silly little holidays like Valentine’s Day. He knew you were a sap for celebrating anything and everything, so he figured you would like it. 

Jack had turned to admire his handiwork, but by the time he turned back to you, tears were streaming down your face as an upside-down smile covered your face. He couldn’t help but laugh at your reaction. 

“You aren’t supposed to cry!” He exclaimed in between short laughs. 

You sniffled, “I know! But how can I not?”

He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, bringing you into a tight hug as he swayed you softly, your dramatic cries turning into laughs once you got over the initial shock.

“Thank you, Jack. I love it.” 

He placed a soft kiss atop your head, “Anything for you, sweet girl.”

Heartbreak is one thing

My egos another

Jack stormed into your apartment, startling you from your place on the couch. You had forgotten you gave him a spare key. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You asked, immediately standing up once you saw the look on his face.

His eyes were red, as well as the rest of his face. “Shoulder.” Was the only word he was able to get out before tears of frustration began spilling from his face. 

You had never seen Jack this vulnerable, so you had no idea what to do. You guided him to the couch, gently pulling him into your arms. 

He eventually calmed down, taking a few deep breaths. You didn’t give him the chance to speak before you chirped in. “You wanna tell me what happened?”

“Talked to the PT guy. I’m out for the season.” He explained, his voice trembling. 

You let out a sympathetic sigh, “I’m so sorry, Jack.” 

He shook his head, “No. I should’ve listened to you when you told me to rest it. But my dumbass ego decided to ignore you. And now look what it got me.”

“Hey. This is in no way your fault. Could you have rested? Yes. But, if the trainers didn’t believe you were fine enough you wouldn’t even have had the choice to pick.” You placed your hand on his non-injured shoulder, “You picked your team. You picked the game that you love. You went all the way until it stopped you and that is not your fault.”

Taking a minute to process your words, Jack blinked, his eyes never leaving yours. He opted to not respond, instead just leaned his body into you, wanting to be held. 

“I’ve got you, my love. No matter what you have to do or how long it takes, I’m here for you every step of the way.”

“Thank you.” Was the last thing he mumbled before settling in the warmth of your chest, pushing you back onto the couch so the two of you could sleep.

I beg you don't embarrass me

Mother fucker ohhh

Please please please

“All right. Big impression number two.” Jack joked, trying to ease your nerves. 

He had met your parents. Now it was time for you to meet his grandparents. You had already met Jim and Ellen, but somehow meeting their parents seemed a lot more intimidating.

Jack noticed your eyes trained on the floor, so he gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, causing your gaze to shift to him. 

“They’ll love you. I’ve told them how helpful you’ve been throughout this whole thing and they said they can’t wait to meet you. Just relax.” He explained, his words calming you just a bit. 

One knock from the door was all it took before Ellen opened the door, immediately pulling you in for a hug. “Hi! How are you?”

You laughed at her joyful reaction, “I’m doing great, you?”

She let out a sigh, “Jim’s mother is driving me nuts. I swear, you can’t cook one meal without that woman getting involved. I love her but, jeez.” She turned her attention to her second son, “How are you, Jack? How’s the shoulder?”

“It’s getting there. As for your Nana problem, I’m sure Y/N could be a good mediator,” Jack suggested, sending you a wink as you turned to look back at him with wide eyes.

Ellen gasped, “Oh you’re right! Would you mind, Y/N?” 

You hesitated, “Um. Sure, why not?”

Jack’s mom pulled you by the hand into the kitchen, Jack’s laughter fading behind you as he stepped into the warmth of the house, shutting the door behind him.

If you wanna go and be stupid

Don't do it in front of me

If you don't wanna cry to my music

Don't make me hate you prolifically

Please x9

“Goddamn it, Jack.” You mumbled to yourself, seeing his sling on the kitchen bar with a sticky note with ‘sorry! <3” on it in rushed handwriting. 

He had told you he was just going to go watch his Dad and brothers golf but had a change of plans. You sighed and pulled out your phone, taking a picture of the scene in front of you and sending it to Jack.

y/n 

Seriously?

jack

Whoops

You let out a grumble at his response, grabbing the sling and the keys to the golf cart before driving up to the country club. 

After a few circles around the holes, you spotted Jack and his family. You stepped on the pedal, rushing to get up before Jack had a go. 

“Alright, Jacky. Your go.” Quinn stated, sitting in the golf cart, ready to observe his brother’s swing. 

Unfortunately for Jack, you were faster. “Jack Rowden Hughes!”

The Hughes’ men’s eyes widened at the sound of your voice, especially Jack’s. They all turned around to look at you, a look in your eyes that could only be described as crazy. 

You stomped over to Jack, ignoring the rest of the guys. You shoved the sling into his chest, crossing your arms immediately after. 

“Jack, you can’t be golfing right now! The doctor said you have two more weeks with that thing!” You exclaimed. 

Quinn spoke up, “Two weeks? Rowdy, you told us your doctor cleared you.”

Jack let out a sigh as his cover had been blown, “Just wanted to golf.” He mumbled. 

You scoffed, “I’ve worked my ass off for you and this is what you do? I’ve taken care of your meds, when you’re supposed to take them, washing that thing for you because you couldn’t. Doing all the work around your house so that you wouldn’t have to and Luke could focus on finishing his rookie year, and this is what you do?” 

Everyone was silent as you scolded Jack, knowing fully well you were right. You had picked up the slack around his and Luke’s shared apartment throughout his recovery, and the fact that he wanted to disregard all of that for a game of golf was disrespectful. 

“I know. I’m sorry.” He took a deep breath, “I just wanted to get out here before summer’s over and Quinn leaves for Vancouver and Luke and I for Jersey. All I wanted was a normal summer, leave my injury at the door, you know?”

You gave him a soft smile, “I get that, but Jack. You’re almost at the point where you can do all of this, without having to worry about anything else. You’ve worked so hard and sacrificed so many things for this, don’t throw it away for something you can do in two weeks.”

“She’s right, son.” Jim spoke, “We know you love golfing, but you love hockey just as much. Don’t ruin the progress you’ve made, all right?”

Jack nodded, “Yeah. Thanks, Dad.” He shifted his attention back to you. “Thank you, Y/N. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“Probably light yourself on fire.” Luke chirped, gaining a laugh from all of you.

You pulled Jack into a hug, taking his hand and guiding him to sit next to his brother.

[fight-nights-at-freddys]

back at it on r/antiship. for the hell of it, let's go thru why these are strawman arguments at best, stupid at worst, or why what they're saying is objectively true!

TL;DR, half of the things they say are correct, but are framed as being bad things, and the other half is just misinterpreting what proshippers actually say. also they don't know what "normalization" or "romanticization" mean.

hiding under the cut so y'all don't gotta scroll for years

-first pic- that isn't the reason conservatives think lgbt ppl are pedos. they'd think that regardless of what fiction they like, because no matter what, they'd see us as predators/pedos/whatever bad thing. q art will always be inherently problematic to conservatives.

the reason WHY people equate "problematic" fanfic/art to q art is because they both deserve to be protected, they both are often called "degenerate", and that if they censor one, they'll censor both, because to the people that want to censor it, they're both one and the same. it's always "too sexual", or "what if kids see it", or "it promotes the Bad Thing", and just because they're pointing the gun at "problematic" fiction rn, doesn't mean they won't turn the gun on YOU.

-second pic- 1. fiction doesn't affect reality! at least not on a 1:1 basis! correct! 2. that is also correct! i can be interested in violent, gory movies, but i don't like OR condone violence or gore irl! correct! 3. if it walks, talks, and acts like a puritan, it's probably a puritan. stop advocating for censorship and puritanism and we won't call you that. 4. correct again! it isn't mine or anyone else's job to monitor what other people's kids do on the internet. the internet is not for children. 5. hate to say it, because i don't wanna say ANYONE protects predators, but antis do tend to create spaces where preds can sneak around undetected as long as they say The Right Thing™. 6. if you're allowing your 6 yr old to watch videos that say "fluttershy supports MAPs!", then you need to take away the ipad, not start banning shit. 7. gonna keep it real, idk what this means. stop using these words, i guarantee you they don't mean what you think they mean. 8. same as above 9. what 10. okay great, good for you that you only know ONE predator that's an anti. what about the hundreds of others that lurk in the shadows because they say the right thing, and pretend not to like problematic stuff? what about Kyle Carrozza, ya know, the anti that was arrested not too long ago? feel like we're ignoring some stuff here for the sake of pretending your side's good, and ours is bad.

-third pic- 1. well, antis are, aren't they? if you think csem should be criminalized (and it should), and you equate fanart to actual csem, then yes, you ARE trying to criminalize fantasy. 2. two things. for one, it's not always a sexual thing. hell, half the time it isn't. and two, fetishes DON'T hurt anyone (unless the whole point is to hurt someone, but there's always consent!) 3. correct! fictional characters don't have rights. are you advocating for them to? 4. you can't act like porn abolition isn't a cornerstone argument for A LOT of antis. if you agree that fictional smut is bad, chances are you think porn's bad, too. (which also overlaps with radfem beliefs too!) 5. they're not blood related because they're NOT REAL. it doesn't matter if they say they're blood related, because they're fictional. 6. are you insinuating you need to get consent from these fictional characters before you ship them? 7. why should i care? does it hurt anyone? no. does it do any damage? no. is there any downside whatsoever? no? then what does it matter. let people do what they want forever.

[shadowpeachceo]

Ninjago incorrect quotes Garmadad

Lloyd: What are you doing here?

Emperor Garmadon: I could ask you the same question.

Lloyd: I live here. This is my house.

Emperor Garmadon: I should probably ask you a different question.

Lord Garmadon: I’m going to hell.

Lloyd: Probably.

Lord Garmadon: I'll pick you up?

Lloyd: *nodding* Carpool.

Computer: Please enter a password.

Sensei Garmadon: *types in Lloyd*

Computer: Your password is too weak.

Sensei Garmadon: How fucking DARE YOU-

Emperor Garmadon: Quick! You must come with me! Your in great danger!

Lloyd: Why?!

Emperor Garmadon: Because I’ll kill you if you don’t.

Lil Lloyd: Help! I’m drowning!

Lord Garmadon: Calm down. We’re only in six feet of water!

Lil Lloyd: NOT ALL OF US ARE TALL!

Lil Lloyd: But that’s censorship.

Lord Garmadon: Well done. You are correct. You’re being censored. Now go.

Sensei Garmadon: Just be yourself. Say something nice.

Lloyd: Which one? I can't do both.

Emporer Garmadon: Ah, Hello again. We really need to stop meeting like this.

Lloyd: Maybe we would, if you would sTOP BREAKING INTO MY FUCKING HOUSE!!!

Lil Lloyd: Honestly, I am so evil. So full of darkness. I feed of the souls of the living I strike fear into-

Lord Garmadon: You sleep with a teddybear.

Lil Lloyd: He’s my sECOND IN COMMAND IN MY ARMY OF DARKNESS!

Lord Garmadon: I love cooking breakfast. It makes the whole house smell like bacon.

Lil Lloyd: That’s true, but it also smells like fire and panic.

Lord Garmadon: You and the smoke detector need to get off my case.

Lloyd in season 4: *About to do something incredibly stupid*

Sensei Garmadon: I know I can't stop you, but I won't let you go by yourself.

Lil Lloyd: Hand me the people opener.

Lord Garmadon: ...

Lord Garmadon: Pardon?

Lil Lloyd, annoyed: The g! Just hand it to me!

Lord Garmadon, stressed: WHAT THE FUCK IS A PEOPLE OPENER?

Lil Lloyd: How do you not know what a people opener is? Its pointy- you know? With a handle?

Lord Garmadon: Knife. It's called a knife.

*Lord Garmadon raised Lloyd Au*

Lil Lloyd: Standing next to sunflowers always makes me feel weak like ‘look at this fucking flower. This flower is taller than I am. This flower is winning and I’m losing.’

Lord Garmadon: Wow, you are not ready to hear about trees.

Lloyd: *Kicks the door open, looking panicked*

Lord Garmadon: What did you do?!

Lloyd: NOBODY DIED!

Lord Garmadon: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

Lloyd: I think it's time to start fucking some shit up.

Garmadon: Oh no.

Lloyd: More like "oh yes!"

Lloyd: Might I make a suggestion you possibly won’t like?

Sensei Garmadon: Do you make any other kind?

Season 3 Garmadon: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated!

Season 11 Lloyd: Killed without hesitation.

Emperor Garmadon: If we lose, you'll go back to not being my son.

Lloyd: I was your son again?

Movie Garmadon: *dangling from a rope over a pit of fire* Remember when I said I’d tell you when we’re in too deep?

Movie Lloyd: Yes?

Movie Garmadon: We’re in too deep.

Sensei Garmadon: How has life been treating you lately?

Movie Lloyd: Horribly.

Movie Garmadon: What do you call a dictionary on drugs?

Show Lloyd: If you say "addict-ionary" I swear I will cut you.

Movie Garmadon: I was actually going to say "high definition", but your answer's much better.

Movie and show Lloyd: ...

*movieverse At the police station*

Movie Lloyd: Hi, I’m here for Lord Garmadon.

Police officer: Who’s Garmadon?

movie Lloyd: Ah, you must be new.

Sensei Garmadon: How are you today?

Oni Lloyd: Please don’t make me think about my life.

[olderthannetfic]

When I was a kid I found out pretty early how much I can’t do gore or horror I find it genuinely nauseating and disgusting and as a teenager I was fully convinced people into this shit were future murders and psyco freaks who got joy from seeing people in pain and things I found so disgusting I KNEW it was morally wrong because how could it NOT be? To me, it was so obvious because of how strongly I felt. Sexual media on the other hand I was completely baffled why people were weird about like feeling disgust toward nudity or erotisism or graphic sex that is beautiful and loving or just sexy and pleasurable so why the hell would people compare murder and death and dispair to love and romance and lust and desire?! Even fucked up lust and desire because obviously it’s just fiction??

Luckily as an older teen I realized how stupid and insane I was being about horror creators and enjoyers. Their brains are different from my brain and that’s okay! What makes me disgusted and what makes me happy are not universal all of our brains are unique to out own experiences which creates completely different responses to the same media. And that’s okay, that’s human. It’s the beauty and ugliness of art.

The truth is, people who want any type of art censored are unable and unwilling to cope with reality outside of their own responses or an approximation that can be molded to their internal morals. But basing your morals on disgust is not based in humanism, compassion, or logic.

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[epiphainie]

i'll try to say this in the kindest way possible but what if we don't post bucktommy critical or bucktommy negative posts that people originally censored/kept out of the bucktommy tag by screenshotting them and putting them in the tag? people are allowed to hate a ship. idk what to tell you but they're allowed to have their opinions even if their reasoning seems stupid to you or it very obviously comes with bad faith arguments. as long as they're being decent enough to not cross the line and do keep it in their own tags/blogs, you don't have to be fighting them in our tags. if you so want to, sure do it on your blog, in your dms, in your discord servers. but i'm tired of seeing the blogs i know i have blocked for their silly takes because we keep circulating what they're posting in our own tags. seeing a collage of the stupid, negative, downright homophobic comments curated from all sorts platforms in the bucktommy tag, in fact, feels no different in practice than seeing the antis post in the bucktommy tag, especially when you don't add the useful tags like "discourse" or "fandom criticism" to your posts.

just my own two cents, hell maybe it just bothers me idk, then keep doing it i guess.

[satureja13]

The Boys are tidying up the bridge after the Lunar New Year Festival. Jack is antsy as always and just can't wait until they're finished. He needs to show them the book. One of the books. Saiwa told the others what had happened at the Cantina on Batuu. Vlad is a writer, so of course he's interested: "So, there are spicy books about - them?" Sai: "Yes, but as you can see, the pairings are not the usual. This book, the Little Ones found, is a spicy one, about Jett and Conny. Means about Jeb and Kiyoshi. So we are here to discuss if we should read them or not. Even if it's clear they are not us, we know we are somehow connected and they look exactly like us, so it's a bit ... weird. And since we know that some of us are more vulnerable than others, we shouldn't take this decision lightly."

Jack: "I guess you're speaking about Ji Ho and me. Ji Ho is still discovering his new found feelings and he's the most sensitive of us. And I was having a hard time trusting Kiyoshi and accepting our fated mates... thing. But - I've went through months of pain and I have grown a lot. I think we should read them and keep in mind that these are just some healthy young men who happen to look like us, hm? What do you say, Ji Ho?" Ha! Here, Sai thought, Jack made a crucial mistake by asking Ji Ho first. He could have easily convinced Kiyoshi (because he's his fated mate) and Vlad (who was already intrigued and is Jack's best friend) so he would have already won. Sai was relieved. Even if Ji Ho would be interested to read these books, he'd be too shy to admit it. But Sai is convinced it would be too overwhelming for him and Ji Ho would take his side which means Vlad would also, because he wants to protect Ji Ho (and he'd be jealous as hell if Ji Ho watched other guys making out ^^'). Jeb and Kiyoshi surely wouldn't want anyone to read a spicy book about 'them'. And, as already mentioned, Kiyoshi and Jeb also wouldn't want to upset their partners, mentally instable Jack and Sai. So this discussion is already over! They'd forget these books ever existed and no one would see Sai in his laced panties (except for Jeb) and no one would see Jeb and Kiyoshi making out ö.ö' Phew. That was easier than expected.

Ji Ho: "I never knew love until a few months ago and I've never even been interested in ... these things. If it's ok for Jeb and Kiyoshi, I want to read it. I'm still so inexperienced - I want to learn more." Gods. That hit Vlad hard. Is Ji Ho afraid he isn't experienced enough for Vlad? Does he think Vlad isn't approaching him because he is too verdant? Or boring? And that was when Sai knew he'd lost. Dammit. Jack is cleverer than one might think. Who could deny Ji Ho anything!

Kiyoshi plays it cool, he'd endured 6 decades in a tree so he knows how to stay calm and reasonable: "Of course we'll read them. The whole galaxy is after these books apparently ^^' And who are we to censor them? We'll just leave it here and who wants to read it can do it. I think we are all mature enough to not let this affect our stable relationships, hm? They are a work of fiction - with protagonists who happen to look like us. Nothing more."

Kiyoshi was right. They had seen their fair share of information being censored and twisted by the Council. And it would be stupid to let these books affect their relationships. Sai and Jack left the bridge to Ji Ho and Vlad and went to the Crew Mess to tidy up. And when they returned to the cargo bay after their shift, Kiyoshi and Jeb were playing basketball. Sai and Jack are stunned. They are so hot. And strong. Little droplets of sweat pearling on their exposed skin... wetting strands of their hair...

Who wouldn't want to see more of these two!

To be honest, Sai can't wait. Maybe the book would even give him some ideas on how to seduce Jeb into their first woohoo? Or give Jeb some confidence? That a guy with his ... physical characteristics ... is able to happily woohoo without hurting his partner? And the Sai will finally loose his virginity and do all the things he'd read about in his gay romance books he loves so much.

'It's a dirty story of a dirty man And his clinging wife doesn't understand His son is working for the Daily Mail It's a steady job But he wants to be a paperback writer Paperback writer'

The Beatles - Paperback Writer

Outtakes Jeb might have stolen Sai and Jack's hearts,

but Kiyoshi stole Jeb's ;)

Yesterday it's been two and a half years since I started this story and I still can't get enough of them! And two days before yesterday it's only two more months until inZOI's early access release! At least if they don't delay it again ö.ö Means, in two months we will be moving over to inZOI to check it out. I have no clue if this will be a short break of just a few days/weeks or something that will last for months or even years - just like this story, which was supposed to be a short playtest of the Highschool Years EP ö.Ö' The Boys' inZOI story will happen on a complete new tumblr, so for the time we are there, I probably won't log in to this tumblr, that's too much to handle for me. But I can't say anything for sure, just a heads up about things/changes to come.

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[sunnydust2003]

Ah shit, Helluva Boss stans is still saw my post despised facts, i just block them from my safety.

Okay i want say something:

1. I'm not whiny about show over because of Vivziepop, i just want talks about show of writing, characters or plot.

If you don't like it, why you keep see this.

Just ignore them or just block them and move on.

Nobody was forced you to see critique about HH/HB.

2. Even if you didn't harassing me, you still get butthurt over i said about how fandom are hate Octavia is fucking stupid.

Hell you even stalk some critique when point out about flaws and calling r-slur or gives them as death threats over fucking cartoon.

Mate did you realized what you done, you wishing death on them over cartoon.

Like if you like HH/HB, that's fine but don't stalk them over they critique your favorite show.

Not every your favorite show is not perfect and you have to understand this.

Hell i like my hyperfixate on show and i know it's not going be perfect.

You can still likes this show but you have realized show is not going be perfect and it's going be flaws.

"I appreciate you hid mine at least".

Maybe because i'm not asshole who sent whiteknight to harassing people, i just want censored name and not going attack you or anything.

And this post was not make attack you or anything, it's just i want make repsone this.

Also why you keep see my post when i just block you, please leave me the fuck alone.

I don't want have to deal with you or make shittest drama, i just make this repsone to make point out.

So please leave critique alone because if you keep doing this, it's just make even worst.

Just keep ignore this and join with favorite show.

I'm not critique or anything, i just yapping about problem how fanbase is toxic not show (tbh Sinsmas was okay, not bad or amazing, it's was okay episode, it's could done a lot better).

Even if i don't talk about HH/HB (which there is nothing talk about unless if something like or not, i just how i feel about it), i talk about my hyperfixate because it's makes me a happy.

So please, this is not meant attack you or personal, it's just want make this repsone this and i'm hope you actually understand this.

[dapper-lil-arts]

So uh. My freelance work here is kind of dying.

I thought i'd keep my long-term followers on the know-how, so i might as well write about my current circumstances here, give y'all an update, so to speak.

So, for several reasons, most of them not even my fault, i've been getting less and less commissions, almost none, actually, and the ones i get are usualy on the cheaper side, which is bad concidering that this is my livelihood, commission money pays my bills, my groceries, and my taxes, and now i sure as hell am strugling to imagine this will sustain me for long. Twitter is a sinking ship ever since elon went over, Specificaly for people like me. I had just broken into 12k followers there, a huge milestone for me, and then i got shadowbanned, and for the last few months i've gotten *nothing*. It's completely dead, i'm stagnated there, all my arts are censored, and there's no way for me to undo it or fix it, and so i've gotten less and less comms out there, which sucks because its the only reason i was even on that stupid site. Here on tumblr, meanwhile, the CEO went on a massive transphobic streak, and a lot of lgbt folk (which composed a lot of my following,) decided to jump ship, and i sure as hell dont blame them, but sadly that's more potential costumers that bailed, and there's no proper website to go to. Anywhere i'd go, i'd be starting from scratch again, which would be utterly disheartening and frustrating, and there no website that is kind to artists, with no algorythim, that also have a messaging system (the latter being ESSENTIAL to the way i do comms) So i'm kind of stuck. I just. have nowhere to go, and nothing to do. And last but not least, my own fault, I've just been drawing and creating what *I* specificaly want, on an hedonistic streak this year. That's why theres so much pony bs on this blog now, and why i was straight up posting poetry a while back, and have written hundreds upon hundreds of fanfiction pages in the last few months; Which, unfortunately, is a terrible business decision if your intent is making money. Which I surely should have prioritized, but in the end, its not up to me, its up to the costumers... So now i'm a bit stuck. I've enjoyed the things ive drawn and written more than anything i've ever done, and yet, i've never been less successful on the actual business side. I'm still considering my venues, my possibilities, but there's not many. Trying to get a job would certainly pull me away from creation, and i'd hate it regardless of what it was, and on another venue, theres no guarantee that going back to furry titties would bring me money.

and that's whats heartbreaking about it too. no matter how much effort i put on my work, theres no guarantee of sucess, so why even spend time trying to craft a masterpiece? why not just follow trends and make a tiktok account or whatever the fuck makes money these days. I'd rather not, frankly. And i wont. Well, that's about it. Thanks for reading this update, that's how my life is goin atm. i'm going to continue doing as i am right now, but yknow... I'm not sure what i should do, if you want to give me suggestions, feel free.

[kerubimcrepin]

An analysis of the most important scene between Kerubim and Joris.

Aka, Liveblog - Dofus, livre 1 : Julith [PART 7]

While Kerubim does want to help and care for Lilotte, he draws a line at getting Joris into a dangerous situation. He's mad at both of them for this stunt.

Joris isn't a kid who acts out or disobeys that often, so seeing Kerubim this pissed off is... very rare. Especially with that anger directed at him.

To make the argument less severe, he tries to present Kerubim with his new achievements in something that is important to him. So that maybe some semblance of pride for him, will get Kerubim to be less mad.

Kerubim shuts him down without any explanation, despite knowing how important sport is to Joris because the stress of Joris being in danger, and also deciding to be ~rebellious~ on this day of all days, is genuinely frying his brain.

But from Joris's pov, he's just being shitty. Just really shitty.

Yet, it is important to note, that at first, he goes along, and leaves Khan. Joris isn't really rebellious as a person.

Another thing that goes deeply wrong with this argument is Kerubim snapping at Joris's idol. Now, he has basically implied that both one of Joris's main interests, and someone Joris loves and looks up to, are worthless to him.

We know that's not what Kerubim means. Kerubim is terrified, and the terror made him angry at Joris, for scaring him further.

Chances are, when he got home and found nobody, his first thought wasn't that he and Lilotte ran away for boufbowl reasons.

But that devaluation is exactly what Joris hears.

The face journey Kerubim goes on in this shot is very interesting. I really do think Kerubim HATES Joris making up parents. He hates it because he knows the truth, and it hurts him, he hates it because he is his parent, and he hates it because feeling jealous of some imaginary constructs is just pathetic.

But he hasn't really said it out loud because fine, whatever, it's normal for a child to make things up. Doesn't mean it doesn't hurt. Doesn't mean he doesn't think it's stupid, and that it isn't maddening to have this brought up when his mom is hunting them down and might hurt him.

However, Kerubim is a hypocrite:

"Making up stories" is something Kerubim has done for 10 years, and the fact that half of them are redacted, censored, or just actually made up, is something Joris accepts, — even values.

"Rules for thee, but not for me," is how Kerubim sounds while complaining about this.

And he's neglected to, uhhh... read Joris's mind to understand the yet unvoiced truth:

Joris despises many things about the way Kerubim treats him.

He wants Kerubim to stop touching him whenever he wants to, he wants him to stop calling him whatever the hell he wants, and he wants him to stop lying.

He would never say this out loud unless he was this mad, because he knows that it will upset Kerubim, and he doesn't want that, because the man is the only family he has, and he's already depressed.

Kerubim doesn't want him to ever grow up into an adult, become independent, and move out. He likes Joris cute, huggable, "doesn't say no to anything I do to him"-ish, and dependant, because that way, he won't leave Kerubim alone. He isn't exactly subtle about what he wants from Joris, and the only thing Joris can do about this, is just feel angry silently.

This is especially poignant, because we know Joris doesn't look his age, even as a ten-year-old. He gets treated like a small child, both inside and outside his own home.

Joris, of all the people in the whole world, yelling at him, is how Kerubim understands that he fucked up badly. It's over. It's more than over — he didn't just bomb this conversation, he nuked it.

Joris yelling at him is like a canary in a mine dying. He really hurt him this time.

What follows is, quite honestly, one of the most important moments for Joris as a character. These are things he says angrily, just to hurt Kerubim as much as possible, — yet there's a grain of truth to all of this, they are Joris's actual, real thoughts on their life, just wrapped up in anger.

Joris correctly identifies and attacks Kerubim's three biggest insecurities, — Joris leaving him, his own failures as a father, and their relationship being built on lies from the very beginning.

I think Joris has thought a lot on the ethics of their situation. Kerubim isn't his biological father so... who exactly gave him the right to raise Joris in these conditions, and take advantage of him for the sake of not feeling lonely and unwanted? I am sure, these are thoughts Joris chastised himself for, and yet...

This is the worst thing Kerubim has heard in the last ten to twenty years. This is his nightmare scenario. Did he miss all these signs that Joris was thinking these things? He hates himself. He just hates himself.

Joris attacks his weaknesses with a precision only a family member can possess.

This is his worst nightmare. And all he can manage to do is fulfil one of Joris's wishes: call him by his actual name, like an equal.

And he really did try to raise him as an equal. Like a best friend. And he failed. Because that's an unattainable goal.

[titleknown]

You talk about how you want porn kink and the the community around it at least on the internet to reform.

Do you have any idea how to actually make that happen?

...Apologies for taking so long to get to you, because, it's a difficult subject. Even moreso when you remember the Christofascist war on porn that's ramping up, and that we might be stuck doing A Solidarity with the dipshits against us to present a united front (That's gonna be fun, but that 's for its own post).

But, THAT BEING SAID, my big core idea is a signal people who don't do the bad shit to signal that they don't do the bad shit, both for people to show they're actually safe and to drag the debate in the public square.

but, that's also its own elaborate idea to further talk about later, and I worry it's putting our eggs into one basket, so I'll also talk about some general guiding principles worth thinking about while thinking about other options.

Firstly: It's gotta be in the form of building communal ties and communal standards.

Like, the problem with the callout-post-based paradigm is that it's like playing whac-a-mole with an institutional ideological problem in a way that left a lot of colateral damage and no room for changing one's behavior.

The goal should be to build infrastructure, probably as a part of rebuilding our online art infrastructure in general from over a decade of enshittification. There's real logistical problems in fixing that, like the whole "How do you prevent power-tripping mods?" issue, but that is not an invitation to abdication but rather to investigation.

Secondly: It's gotta be about avoiding communal harm rather than punishment. Those opposed to cleaning this shit up will point out the way that current paradigms about this can lead to witchunts and ruined lives over things that warrant way less than that.

Granted, I feel like at least some of that is ass-covering for feeling they shouldn't suffer any consequences for legit heinous shit, but like still, there's a point to be made there.

When we're trying to keep people from being preyed upon and mistreated, we need to make sure that the systems in place avoid that sort of escalation and aren't more about punishing the guilty than helping those harmed.

Hell, we need systems and standards in general to avoid it, because in their absence we've gotten stochastic witch-hunts which create that horrible uncertain panopticon.

We need people who're safe to go to for people who're being victimized by people who have enough red flags to write a book in semaphore, we need to construct our communities so that there's not pressure for minors to participate in the NSFW aspects of fan-culture to feel included, ectcetera

Thirdly: Bottom-up, not top-down. Like, as obnoxious as the legal absolutism that characterizes free-speech activism is, the reason for it is, top-down power in regards to speech ends up as a disaster due to... well, reasons I hope are obvious.

Now, I do think that the ability to moderate speech at a communal level increases the smaller scale you get, and the nihilism towards that can lead to some real stupid shit.

But, that being said, this change in hearts and minds needs to come from the grassroots community, start at the bottom and work its way up, otherwise it will either backfire due to power-tripping, or start the shitty backlash we've been dealing with for so long.

Which leads into...

Fourthly: Avoid respectability politics.

This is a big one, because like, it's a bad idea to try and cozy up to fundie censors to make ourselves look like the "respectable" smut-enjoyers, because said censors are jackals who want all smut gone, and if we ally with them the leopards will in fact eat our face.

That ship has sailed and we should be launching cannonballs at it anyway. We need to make it clear that this isn't to put on a respectable front. This is for us.

To avoid young people getting suckered in by predators, to avoid predators hiding in plain sight, to keep shit out that has demonstrated itself time and again to be unsafe at any speed, this is to keep our communities from turning into a staircase that's more missing stairs than walkable footholds, not to try and keep in the good graces of the Christofascists and their Very Concerned Parent useful-idiots.

I hope that helps, and I may as well ask the folks here, what would your ideas be for unfucking these communal dynamics in the porn art/writing communities? Say it in the reblogs, no stupid answers!

[aiscapades]

putting this under a cut bc i'm going off the rails (this turned into me x you fanfic) ?? happy new year

gonna take this moment to appreciate tumblr (and all of you). this is a fucking hell site and it always has been, but i've been here since 2012 and it's the only social media i actually use anymore.

my writing instagram account that i used extensively during nanowrimo 2022 was hacked and i had to fight this person for control over it (i lost my art account like this in 2018). but it's all mine again :) all my posts about my gay cowboys and me finally being proud of my writing (after giving it up for years) and all the cute stories i posted abt my characters (the only time i've ever talked like that abt my ocs on the internet) REMAIN ALL MINE !!!

AND YOU KNOW WHAT?

if i want to mention nasty gay sex and tell the hacker to eat butt and die I WILL! i won't be censored. even a story i posted got a popup warning me about the language. saying bitch is a fucking internet crime now???? mark zuckerberg's internet is fucking BLEAK y'all.

this is so baffling to me. how do people live like this??? i stopped using ig years ago (rip my photography hobby!) because it just kept getting worse and worse. tumblr is infamous for never really meeting its users' expectations but at least i can say luigi should be freed without a quirky lil popup message asking "are you sure??? you could get in trouble!!!" mark zuckerberg you are an actual ai lizard robot abomination and you are ruining humanity and our planet. i would skin you in an instant. no hesitation no remorse. you would become a human skin rug and i would stand on you with muddy boots and remark about how you don't fit the space very well then let my 3 pit bull mutts piss all over you. then i'd piss on you too. the things i would do to elon musk (and others) would actually get me banned off tumblr and i think that says enough.

i love this stupid ass website because at least i can be a person here and not be gaslit or brainrotted by an algorithm. i can share whatever media i'm currently obsessed with and see other people obsessing over it too and forge actual community and friendships. i may be alone every day irl but at least y'all think i'm worth interacting with (🩷). this is an unhinged rant about how much i hate rich people who are ruining all of our lives BUT IT'S ALSO an appreciation post for every single person who has ever even looked at me here.

i'm in love with you platonically and we're kissing platonically on the mouth or on the cheeks and forehead or whatever. i'm open to whatever if it's with you. you are everything bright and beautiful to me. i take your hands in mine (no bandages) and run my thumbs along your knuckles. i read your tags and it made me laugh out loud. i don't know why that shit post about the ts cast's eye colors has 300 notes and i'm worried for all of you but also that's hilarious and i appreciate the love. it's really cool that you draw and post fanart for all of us to fawn over. i admire you. i take your wrists now and pull you in for a hug. my boobs are big and i smell like aluminum-free deodorant but there's love in the way i hold you gently, and i hope you remember that feeling when you're sad. i would wait outside while you robbed a bank and be the best damn getaway driver even though i don't have my license. i would dig a footer with my bare hands then construct my own mud blocks to give you shelter when we finally run away from it all and find a nice spot out in the woods. the sun is warm on your skin and butterflies keep thinking you're a pretty flower. your ais fanart made me horny. also your leander fanart. and that was honestly unexpected but it happened! i ain't a liar. some of you i view as gods (in like a totally normal average way) and i hope you don't notice how my whole being trembles when you say something to me. i would sacrifice my firstborn for you if pregnancy didn't scare me. i hope you like the mark zuckerberg rug i put in our sitting room (in our shack in the woods where we escape everything bad). i know you said you prefer cozy minimalism but i want our feet to stay warm and i hope his glassy eyes don't scare you too much. if they do, i'll just hold you tighter :) you're safe with me. thank you for being you and sharing your interests with the rest of us. i hope you have a wonderful new year.

[cookie-run-confessions]

The story in kingdom feels like the writers laid out a beautiful tapestry, but someone else just cut out the "pretty parts" which is what we see. PV's depression is so subtle to where you'd only notice it if you took entirely too much time looking into it. It's like they fear taking risks that would help them and it's annoying, and hurts.

Devsis gave us a static world and almost static characters. I don't like PV and I hate WL cus they feel so... flat. WL feels more of a "well, we gotta have all FIVE of them!" addition rather than something that makes sense. It would be so cool if WL was truly DE now, DE could be more of an antihero than straight up villain. What if she helped release the beasts thinking they'd help her confront the witches! We could have a dynamic character that ACTUALLY CHANGED WITH THE STORY!

Somehow, their PV favoritism also leads to Holly and Cacao feeling like better characters. Holly visibly regrets leaving, she feels guilty about not being there as Princess's grandmother! She's cheery, but also worries, she's pretty much an alcoholic in any sense of the word. Cacao hates himself for not raising his son well enough, but ends up learning to accept that and let himself enjoy life again.

Pure Vanilla? He suffers and always seems like a pretty little pacifist cus the hints are so hard to see you need a blacklight. He has so much hidden depth that I can't even like him as much as I want because the story barely explores any of it!

If this is about "profits" or something, I want to personally slap whoever's doing this in the face because they wouldn't have to censor beautiful stories if they had MORE PHYSICAL, NON LIMITED MERCH.

You know how fast the Shadow Milk plush sold out? FIVE MINUTES! PEOPLE CLEARLY WANT MORE! HELL, I'D READ PHYSICAL COPIES OF LINZER'S BOOKS, I'D BUY MORE PLUSHIES, OUTFITS, DINNER WEAR, YOU KNOW HOW MANY FANS THERE ARE?? 8 MILLION players in kingdom alone. Even if only a fraction would buy the merch, THAT'S STILL A LOT!

They have all these opportunities to take risks that would HELP the game and the company, but NEVER DO. It's infuriating!

My half baked, two year old au that's barely complete because of how complicated it is has BETTER CHARACTERS! AND THERE'S ALMOST 600 OF THEM!

Anyway, that's my two cents. Hope my ramblings ain't too incoherent lol I'll probs reblog to my writing/art blog (Coelacanth)

If anyone wants to help with my stupid au and the game I'm planning to make out of it, contact me there !!

-=[🐟]=-

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[ransomnote]

I don’t mean this in an argumentative way or anything but

you reblogged a post kinda saying 'I hate men jokes are similar to suicide jokes' and tagged it with 'hating men is now comparable to suicide apparently' but I don’t think that was the point

The post was comparing the type of jokes and what effect they can have on people around you—it wasn’t implying that hating men is anywhere remotely as bad as suicide!

I just don’t understand why we always have heated debates about the kind of jokes we should be allowed to make instead of doing actually useful shit. 'I hate men' jokes won’t really do anything for us. Don’t get me wrong, I make them too, but that post sort of has a point because you’ll ultimately just alienate the people around you if you do it too much. Plus, it’s a bit weird to go "oh, now women aren’t allowed to complain about their abusers anymore" when that wasn’t even the point?!

You’re allowed to do whatever you want, and it’s important to talk about that stuff, but I hate men jokes and coping with trauma through humor are not the same. To imply that they are is honestly gonna do more harm imo.

i'm only humoring this on the off chance you're a mutual i care about. let's get it over with.

you're misinterpreting what i meant by that tag. no i do not think genderkoolaid was literally saying "hating men is as bad as killing yourself". what that fucker was doing however was comparing making jokes targeting abusers (men) to making jokes about killing your self, saying they "wear people down" in the same way. i find this sentiment disgusting, to conflate (jokes about) hating men with (jokes about) suicide. my jokes about hating men do not alienate the men in my life i care about, who i love and have talked to about this due to spiraling out because of ocd and getting into "oh god what if they think i mean THEM??" holes. they know i love them, they know i'm in their corner, and i have no interest in babying them or censoring myself to not hurt their feelings when im talking about the wider issue of misogyny, or not even misogyny sometimes, just the issue of "what the actual hell is wrong with like. most men?"

i don't make these jokes a lot, only when topical, which i think is more often than genderkoolaid is comfortable with considering its entire blog is dedicated to "men's liberation" and "transandrophobia", things that do not exist. misandry, you may have noticed, is not real for the same reasons racism against white people isn't real; there's no system baked into the structure of our society that oppresses the group in question for their gender or skin color. there is no institution slated against white people for being white, there is no institution slated against men for being men. by pretending like there is, you radicalize yourself right wing pretty fast and find any fucking thing, such as non-men making jokes about being oppressed by men, and kid yourself into thinking that's oppression. momentary discomfort becomes oppression. being rejected becomes oppression. not being handed sex on a silver platter becomes oppression, and oh look at that we've arrived at incel station, there's another stop after this one but if you get off at that one you end up shooting up a walmart.

this is a very long winded way of saying that the men in my life who i trust and who have given an ounce of thought into why i would make a joke about hating men do not mind it. i am happy to drive away as far as possible from me the men who i do make genuinely uncomfortable with those jokes, the type who see those jokes and think "this is making me feel the same way as it does when someone is joking about killing themselves".

lastly i don't know why you added that last part. Yeah. duh. that's why the genderkoolaid post was fucking stupid. i really don't know why you're telling me, the guy who wasn't doing that, that.

if you decide to respond with another anon indicate if you're a mutual or not so i can decide if i want to block you or right the misunderstanding.

[taylortruther]

Do you like chappell roan's song casual? Can you do a song analysis on it?

i loooove casual! unrelated, but my youtube music plays clean versions of songs by default and in that one they censor "****** me out" which i think is so stupid.

anyway, i feel the song is pretty straightforward! but my take is that it's about a situationship where chappell thought they had something real - a year from now, maybe they'd be living together! and while this other person insists (cruelly) that what they have is nothing special, they've still allowed chappell to get close to their family, leave clothes at their house, and do intimate stuff with them (fucking in the bathroom while at dinner with their parents), etc. so like... HOW is that casual? i love the simmering anger/self-loathing throughout, like, "i love being stupid, i want to be with you, but fine, if it's casual, then eat me out!!!! go to hell!!!!"

i love how it starts off setting up where she's just giving up more and more of herself and by the end she just flips them off basically.

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Since I'm in the Helluva Boss Mood, I'm going to talk about something that I hope doesn't get me crucified.

I.ABSOLUTELY. HATE. THE .STOLYTZ.

Although I only realized this year.

If we go for the bases, we go with the bases.

✨NEITHER OF THE TWO KNOWS THE BASICS OF A STABLE RELATIONSHIP✨

Stolas was put in an arranged marriage as a child, having an EXTREMELY absent father and living in a turbulent relationship (which became abusive at times, with quiet moments but well, I don't think it would last long) with Stella. We are not told that Stolas has tried to be unfaithful in the past, so Stolas has no REAL EXPERIENCE in HEALTHY relationships to enter into one.

Blitz is much worse in this regard. He had an alcoholic father who left him in the background ALL the time above his best friend, and having to take care of his mother. He accidentally causes an accident that ends up killing his mother, leaves his best friend disabled, his sister hates him, etc.

Blitz, unlike Stolas, did have more relationships before him, but we know that they all ended BAD, especially VEROSIKA (there are even hints that she wanted to help him with his bad situation but he pushed her away) and as such it only did more harm than good .

all this without counting episode 1/season 2

Stolas clung TOO much to the good memory he had of Blitz, but to him it didn't mean HALF of what it meant to Stolas (since he already had positive things in his life like his sister, his mother and Fizz) so what? What does an adult with zero knowledge of healthy affection and ZERO experience in real relationships do? HE MANIPULATES TO GET WHAT HE WANTS.

Which brings me to my second point.

✨THE IMBALANCE OF POWER✨

If we ignore the fact that Imps are considered the lowest race in hell (because like all forms of racism, it is STUPID reasoning) even so the biggest red flag is the huge imbalance of decision-making power that exists in the relationship.

Blitz only wanted Stolas' book, HE REALIZED and what did he do? HE MADE A SEXUAL "ARRANGEMENT"(ABUSE, BC THE SEX CAN'T NEVER EVER BE A COIN TO TREAT WITH)WITH BLITZ TO GIVE HIM HIS BOOK (which HE KNEW HE NEEDED) ALL IN ORDER TO GET CLOSE TO HIM.

This is a monumental ABUSE OF POWER by Stolas! because at the end of the day he is the one who decides whether he gets the book or not (he knows it is VITAL for his work, WHAT HE LIVES ON) AND he tries to excuse it with the fact that it is a "way to spend time with him" EXCUSE ME !?!?

First of all, how the hell was Blitz supposed to realize that Stolas "loved" him if in episode one they literally had to censor everything that Stolas wanted to do in bed with Blitz? (and it's like that until chapter 6-7 where he begins to act more affectionately)

THERE ARE A THOUSAND WAYS TO INVITE SOMEONE OUT AND YOU HAD TO CHOOSE THE MOST ASSHOLE AND TOXIC ONE OF ALL. Abuse of power, control, poor communication, THERE'S EVERYTHING HERE, I'M IN CHERNOBYL!

AND IT'S NOT EVEN THE WORST.

Just because! There are toxic relationships that are fine to show on screen, especially in this case, gay/lesbian couples are rarely put under a toxic air, so there was A LOT to take away.

but the WORST thing is how ROMANTICIZED IT IS and as if BY FORCE they want you to 1) feel sorry for Stolas/get angry with Blitz or 2) that you SHIP THEM...

WHAT

Look, I like both characters, their stories are interesting and I like their personalities. the episodes focusing on JUST ONE of them are very good, but that's the point.

✨THE QUALITY DECLINES EVERY TIME THEY ARE TOGETHER ✨

Stolas is much more likable when he's being the prince of hell who's going through a turbulent divorce, dealing with his teenage daughter who he adores, singing songs to said daughter, helping other Demon Lords (I'm looking at you Asmodeus), etc.

Blitz seems much happier being with Millie and Moxxie killing people, talking about Loona, doing his job, getting into trouble with humans and being a complete bloodthirsty.

BOTH SHINE BRIGHTER BEING SEPARATED, NOT TOGETHER.

If you ignore the whole romance thing, they are good characters, but they forcefully want to introduce this drama...

ahg....it's late, I have school tomorrow, don't kill me for my honest opinion. If I think of anything else I'll edit it.

love ya❤️❤️❤️❤️