#i love you. gay peopel

[ronispadez]

This fanfic just ended with these kids from the 50s finally able to get married in 2008 . Oh my god.

[not-lock]

Hi Ocho.. I love you

I love Ocho

[badass-queer-couples-battle]

Simple question- which couple/ship is your favorite?

Propaganda for Shadowgast: "again, what's sexier than wizards NOTHING! they're wizards! they're war criminals! Essek shows affection by crushing assassin's that try to kill Caleb into tiny balls with magic and Caleb shows affection by throw Essek at the healers when he's polymorphed as a giant ape! forehead kisses! you were not born with venom in your veins! young man! there's SO MUCH"

Propaganda for Heavy and Medic: "gay peopel"

"They’re gay and insane and I love them"

[qtubbo]

you posted ab pacbo... and i was inspired so here i am with an offering. idk if you're even like super into poly morning crew but

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“Yeah sorry,” Pac said to Bagi who was tilting her head at him curiously. “I’d love to but I promised my bf I would hang out with him.” 

Tubbo’s eyes furrowed in confusion. Fit hadn’t been around all day and Pac had told him he would be staying around Tubhaus. It was fine if he didn’t, he thought quite grumpily to himself. 

Bagi teleported away with a woosh and Pac rejoined Tubbo at the chest he was looting through. 

He tried not to let his voice become sour. “I didn’t know you were ditching me for Fit.” 

Now Pac looked confused, tilting his head to study Tubbo’s face. “I’m not. What are you talking about?” 

“You told Bagi that you were hanging out with your boyfriend?” 

Pac’s face cleared and he grinned. “Oh! Not Fit. My other boyfriend.” 

Tubbo stared at him. “Which is?” 

“You,” Pac said with a laugh. 

Long silence stretched between them. Tubbo blinked once and then twice. “I-” his jaw fell open as he tried to speak and he struggled to close it again. “Excuse me?” he said, his voice cracking. “You tell people I’m your boyfriend?” 

Pac nodded. “That’s how I feel about you.” 

Tubbo stared at him for another long moment before surging forward and grabbing his face to pull him into a messy kiss. Pac made a noise of pleasant surprise before wrapping his arms around Tubbo and allowing the man to kiss him senseless. Teeth tugging lightly on lips and the quick swipe of a tongue became a smooth rhythm between the two of them. Their hands were gentle but insistent and Tubbo was confused but pleased about how his world had turned on it’s head so quickly. 

gay peopel amiright

im middle of the road with poly morning crew, you’d have to convince me it’s more in the range of canon for me to fully enjoy it, but I will interact because it’s not like I dislike it. I’m probably not the best person to send this too (I just don’t post this kinda stuff sob), but tis your writing and it deserves to be seen by the world. Pac does infact deserve to make out with Tubbo if he wishes, really Pac should get to make out with everyone he wants. I’m pro Pac getting whatever he wants in life, also pro Tubbo getting a few smooches.

[colorisbyshe]

Do people not know that t.A.T.u. literally gaybaited for YEARS? And Nicki Minaj said she lied about being bi? Like. It does happen; it’s an uncomfortable reality that it does occur from time to time. Right now there’s a certain momentum for LGBTQ+ artists.

the tATu thing is funny because one of them ended up being an outspoken ally and one of htem ended up being bisexual herself but also homophobic specfically against gay men in a way that's really appalling but also really confusing. this caused a feud between the two, fun fact. (i think the rift has since been mended but i don't intentionally follow them, just every 2-3 years i go on a google deep dive)(do love their music tho, like, i think i own all of hteir albums, lol, the gaybait wORKED!)(shout out to this mashup btw)

ANYWAYS

i think a lot of things people call ~gaybait are a bit unfair and that a lot of it is just hilarious to me regardless of the "intent" of the celebrity doing it (like dua lipa wearing a shirt that just said HOMO in glitter across her boobs??)

but like ultimately celebrity's displayed sexuality really cannot be equated to the average person who does not have a persona they can leverage for fandom, money, fame, or whatever. or to shield themselves from criticism, like when people complained about a pride fest headlining ariana grande and like... tripling hte price, pricing out locals, and when people said "hey, we want actual gay artists performing and we want it to be affordable," ariana went "i'm an ally i love you guys!!" but then a month later collabed with victoria monet and sang that she loves women and men and was like YOU DONT KNOW MY SEXUALITY BUT THE SONG DOESN'T CONFIRM ANYTHING! and kind of used to to shut down the ongoing conversation and thus framed gay people raising their eyebrows as intrusive after just vehemently saying she was a heterosexual ally.

and it all boils down to celebrities KNOWING people are too invested in their sexuality and wanting to sort of get the best of both worlds, the same with like... a strong handful of actors going "i'm a straight man, i love women, but culturally... i'm a gay man" like... normal people don't say that shit

normal peopel can't profit off of people speculating about their sexuality

and while it does often blow up in celebrity's faces (discourse, creeps writing manifestos "proving" their sexuality (which isn't the same as casual RPF), whatever) it's still... absolutely and undeniably a thing?

or even when it's not necessarily gaybait, cishet artists absolutely use gay shit for attention or shock value... like... i watched hte britney/madonna/christina kiss unfold in real time at the VMAs

it's not even a bad thing all the time!! let's just all be normal about it and care less about celebrity's sexualities

like them kiss for attenetion sometimes but then just go "YAY We're doing this now!" and then forget about it

[randmwizard]

just watched the last of us

so so so good

its really well done

watch it PLEASE

spoilers below

point allotment: 

+2 realistic worldbuilding. scarily plausible from what i know about science and fungus. also really interesting - actor for ellie really does a good job for a girl growing up in a post-apocalyptic world - the seatbelt scene made me laugh bc that is such a little detail that she 100% would not know. also the first episode and the whole thing with you would not actually be able to get out if it happened so quickly. yeah yeah get in your car and drive out of popualted areas. well too bad you live sort of close to a city and the highways blocked off and peopel are scared and running and an airplane crashed down and now theres a military border thats not letting anyone thru to quarantine the area. you cant get out of that. well done from a perspective of a somewhat normal family in that situaiton. 

+3 special effects. so pretty yet disturbing. looks realistic. well done, love the coloring, really like the setting, so pretty

+1 camerawork. good lighting, framing of shots, everything has its purpose and makes an impact. in ep 2 they kept framing tess and ellie in the light and joel in the dark when they were arguing what to do w ellie, subtle yet very nicely done

+3 acting. very good. ellie’s actor is awesome. awesome i tell u. the other are amazing as well, can really feel the characters and their emotions

+2 plot. like it so far. excited to see where it goes. well developed for characters and the general world. 

+5 gay sweet romance of bill and frank. i only had them for an episode but if they had died in any other way i would have killed everyone in the room and then myself. so sweet. so sad. i cried but they were happy for 20 years in the apocalypse and they were old and so sweet to each other i think that was a good ending for them instead of dragging it out for poor frank and i cant see bill living without him. i still cried. but it was such a sweet gay romance and it took most of the episode and was very explicit in its existence and was unable to be ignored for even a moment when looking at their relationship they were so sweet. i loved bills character and frank was an amazing dude and they complemented each other so well. i loved them. im sad. but also happy they got such a large focus and i think that is an ending for them that fit them and their lives. 

+1 different from most apocalypse stories but subtly. the compound is actually pretty functional and theyve made a proper life. most of the time when u see those in apocalypse stories theyre barely surviving or run by gangs or something else. and sure yeah its a dictatorship but its funcitoning pretty well. fungus instead of zombies. interesting. 

overall really liking it so far. highly recommended

[glorioustidalwavedefendor]

If everyone's seen the entire season on the day it was released then what's there to talk about? You can't come up with ideas about how it's going to turn out because it's already over

I disagree

AMC's teh Terror also dropped all at once.

Did not hamper the Terror fandom

liek we have been here longer then teh men of the expedition ...

Liek the Terror is a ten episode mini series based on a book that was base don a real live event (vaguely ... thee propably was no magic bear ... )

In teh firts 5 minute sthe show tells you in no uncertain terms

EVERYONE DIES

EVERY CHARACER YOU WILL GET ATTATCHED TO WILL DIE!

(and you think to yourselg, got it, do not get attatched ... and then you just ... get attatched ... like the fucking muppet you are ... )

Like the whole show is one giant flashback, we get dates and everything

Wenn we met the crew for teh firts time they are already dead

And three are already dead in the flashback ... like it's a drinking game ... which is O.K. in teh firts episodes, and WILL KILL YOU in teh last two episodes

We all know how that will end

We all know there si no hope ... there never was ...

And yet teh fandom is stil thriving*

Why?

Becasue it is full of nerds and very very neurodivergent

That's why the fics are fucking lit!

Like if there is a bird .. .you know it is meticulously researched

And that is the secret

Normal people don't make fandom ... normal peopel watch a show, like it and then get on with their live ... maybe read some fics ... write a few ...

They just ... they don't get stuck on a topic like we do ...

It's not the show ... it's us ...

And fandom has become overwhelmingly neurotypical in the last ... dacade or so.

It has been watered down ... so to speak ...

While in oder fandoms, like Star Treck, you still have the hardcore nerds from the 60s ... so even if new peopel come and go ... there is always a core fandom there ...

*

Like what do we talk about?

scurfy ... lead poisoning ... rat boys ... cannibalism ... the alcholoc teddybear and the rectangle ...

What do we write about?

Death ... mostly ... lots of fics where caharcters die ...

Also James daddy issues ...

Peglar andbridgens beeing gay and cute toegether ... and peglar beeing very dyslexic ...

Hickey and Gibson beeing a gay trash fire toegether ... like I love those two kids but boy are they a desaster ...

also men in dresses ... (which is mostly James fault ... he started it ... )

But also

No one died fuck you, they made it home and now life in a cottage and are cute an dgay together, bite me ...

Or, how about they met before the expedition ... and then enever went ...

Or here have n fluffy college AU's becasue no one died ever lalalalala

The Terror is THE fix it fick fandom ...

People need to get over this phase of abandoning fandoms so fast. There are 70 year old women still into Spirk and you people can’t hold onto a man for a month. Shape up and stop abandoning your gently used blorbos in wet cardboard boxes on the side of the highway after a week

[neekrobite]

this was a long story i wrote out of spite and rage, from hearing that brand would want to taint the sky with fucking ads, fortunately this story helped me pass my english class, still though, why not share it with more than one person i say. this story is about a horrid nightmare dystopian like setting, taking the point of view of three different people, and another one, who has been just killed, i am not sure if ill continue this story or not, as it is unfinished, but i might. in another thing, this is how i more so see this fucking world, with how littered it is, i hear about peopel needing to go through suffering daily, with the threat of basically death over stupid petty shit, of the tops thinking their lives are worth pennies, all while i see the tops say they give euphoria, quick euphoria, you'll love this fucking piece of shit thats useless, of course, this one is violently exagerated, (especially that railgun part what) but honestly, it should be known, the world we live in is shit, it's all going to shit, it's all fucking being ruined by everyone, but there are people who are the one fucking it up so much more than the rest, and they could just not, but a number they know they want to always go up, and they will not let any amount of lives lost sway their will

WARNING, this contains graphic destription, torture, cruelty, and average american living condition (not actually but its fucking scary thats its mildly close)

The worker, act 1 Waking up, from what is just an advertisement “Get ready for our new quick euphoria!” They always open this, same advertisement, earlier than it truly should be to wake you up. Today another day working for The Company.

“Wake Time; 5:30 seven seconds in.” The alarm from The Company blared, at the end of its babbling advertisement. “Remember, don’t be late, or your pay will be reduced by another 5 Company dollars for this month.” The alarm mocked.

Finally you start to get out of bed after waiting, one of the few moments of slight silence of the day. The time of the day, where the only audible sounds are of those who can’t take it anymore, and speak. They’ll be dead by 9, maybe 9:03 if they get lucky.

“Get Up Time; 5:31 four seconds in.” The alarm screams at you, as other alarms in the building, owned by The Company start to do the same. “You’re slow again valued employee, this may cause you to be late for your Nine, Zero, Zero, time, for this we will take 1 of your hourly Company dollars.” Its expectations got faster yet again. Before it was 5:31 nine seconds in before they took Company dollars.

You finish getting up and walk over the Cold Box, the only vaguely reasonable thing. You quickly yank it, hoping for the advertisement that plays to be a 15 second one, instead of a 60 second one. It starts playing an advertisement, “Get long lasting euphoria for the cheap price of only $95.99!” You can visibly see the fake skin colour paint not fully if covering the animatronic, of what’s suppose to look like an interracial gay relationship. The animatronics give a fake uncanny smile at the camera, before it fades to black, and the Cold Box slowly opens.

You grab The Company branded Miracle Water from the Cold Box and try to run out the door. The doors shut, likely from the killings The Company Guardians did in your hallway last night. You try to open the door, hoping you got lucky. “Are you struggle financially? Work with The Company and get endless euphoria and make tons of money!” The advertisement on the door says, with a black women saying it all. One of the few advertisements that are still being displayed, that are old enough that the person in it is real. No fake painted animatronics, no audible echoing, none of it, all while being only 15 seconds. Likely one of the few advertisements that don’t make you die faster.

The door opens slowly as the advertisement ends. You can still smell the blood feeding the mold from the killings last night. Hopefully the rotting floor can be broken soon, to finally die from the fall.

You go to the elevator and press the button. “New f-“ The advertisement was cut off, today was a very lucky day for you it seems, the elevator was already on your floor. You get on and go to your assigned Company garage. It’s only two blocks away.

As you get to the bottom floor, you go up to the fake receptionist. “Hello! How may I help you today!” The receptionist says. You muster up as much as a ever facade as ever to say “I would like to exit the building to go to my assigned Company garaged.” You know you can’t stop at any point, or it’s word compiler would not understand it. “Understood, I will now open the gates for you. After the lovely advertisement from our sponsor, from The Company!” They say this, as always. “New from The Company, kids euphoria, now safe for kids to use even!” The gate doors show an animatronic child playing with blocks that have letters on them. Underneath them has The Company written, bigger than the letters themselves.

The gates begin to open. “Have a wonderful euphorically day working with The Company. Employee!” The receptionist says. As you leave the building, you hear two loud, earth shaking boom. Mud and veins go flying around you. You turn around, and see a small headless body, with the head right behind the nearly split in half body, in front of the building you just came out of. Must’ve been a child hiding, waiting for someone to open the gates, to hope to escape from The Company. They likely didn’t know of the rail gun detection. You shrug it off, as you had seen worse in the 23 years of working for The Company. Still saddening to see a child, why would anyone have a kid while being watched by The Company.

You look up at the sky. There’s no sun, never has been since The Company found out how to control the weather. Now all that’s up there is advertisements of Miracle Water, being projected onto the clouds.

As you get to the stoplight, on one of the few barely walkable sidewalks, a man approaches you, as the advertisement begins to play from the stoplight. They say in an unsteady voice “Please, h-help-p me. I-“ They stop, as they seemed to have noticed one of The Company Guardians. They look down, pretending to be just like you. You hear the sound of footsteps walking towards you, then The Company Guardians voice, through all their protective gear. “Well, were one of ya talkin to the other. You know that could make you lose…” They come up directly to your ear. “Valuable. Company. Hours.” You say nothing, and remain still, waiting for the stoplight. The Company Guardian turns to the other man. “And how’s bout you?” The man starts to say. “I, I wasn’t. Talking to-“ You hear The Company Guardian shuffle for their pistol. BANG BANG BANG…BANG. The man falls in front of you, still alive, but bleeding out. “glk kl gl” The only sounds they could make out of their mouth, the sounds of a man choking on their blood. The Company Guardian slowly lowers themselves towards the man. “Why are you so miserable? Are you not euphoric? Here have this.” The Company Guardian grabs the Miracle Water out of you hand. lk kck The drink makes as it’s open. “Here you go, have some more euphoria.” The Miracle Water’s substances inside began to slowly pour out, it was barely transparent, and slow as molasses. “There much better much more euphoric right? Right? RIGHT?” The Company Guardian began to yell as them bringing the drink quickly closer to the man’s open jaw. “RIGHT AM I RIGHT THIS IS EUPHORIC? YOU’RE IN EUPHORIA ARE YOU NOT?” The Company Guardian started to shove the can directly in their mouth. “THIS IS EUPHORIC! WORKING FOR THE COMPANY IS EUPHORIC IS IT NOT?” They say, the can now past the tongue. The man’s eyes now go limb. The Company Guardian holds the man’s dead head, by the back of the skull. “YeS sIr I aM nOw EuPhOrIc AnD.” The company guardian says, using the body as a puppet. “Good.” They drop the body, as the advertisement on the stoplight ends.

As you’re walking away, you hear The Company Guardian in the distance say “Another fresh body by building… three nine two eight five. Get a mind transfer over here before the brain completely dies.”

You reach the garage. The animatronic at the front desk is still broken, as it has been for the last four years. Fortunate that it broke in a good way, it doesn’t need it much more than a sound, to open the door since it broke. Saves you a minute. You walk into the garage where your assigned car is located. The path you take to start up the car is visible, from years of use. You start the functions of the car, each one will play a full advertisement before correctly working. You start with left hand mirror, to the window, to the back window, to the far back window, til all the basic features of the car have became clear. You now start on the one door you’ll use, as always an advertisement plays. “Come live like The Owner! At one of the wonderful euphoric Company Apartments! Come join us and live in euphoria!” The advertisement says, while showing fake photos of The Company Apartments. The car door opens, you’re finally able to drive to work without being detected as “unlawful.”

End of the workers act 1

The clueless profiteer act 1

Waking up, from your alarm beeping at you. The alarm says it is 8:30, just as you set it to go off. Another day working for The Company. You take a while to get out of bed, common for you. Not like there’s anyone to bother you for it. You start start to put on your work clothes, for the monthly basic inspection of work efficiency. You get out of your room and walk down the hallway, down the stairs, and walk to your kitchen. You open your fridge, to view what you want today for breakfast. You decide on having spaghetti, you take out the spaghetti sauce from the fridge, and start filling up a pot of water to boil. You start to boil the water with the noodles in it. In that time it was boiling you got out a sauce pan, and put the sauce in it to heat up. You drain the pot, and put the spaghetti in the saucepan while mixing it. You put your meal on a plate and sit down to eat.

Your phone starts ringing. It’s your cab driver. You answer it. “Yes what is it?” You say. “Sir I’ve been waiting for you for the last five minutes, did you decide to walk again?” The cab driver says. “Piss off I’m eating spaghetti.” You say back to them. “Sir you could be late if, we don’t leave now.” They say, while slightly nervous. “So? What if I’m late, not like it matters. Now just let me eat.” You say back. “Sir it may not matter to you but-“ You hang up. You finish eating your breakfast and get in the cab.

You just look outside the window. You see the nice buildings in your area, few people are ever actually visible inside of the. You don’t really care about what they do in their lives though, it doesn’t affect you in anyway. You look at the cab driver and say “You don’t normally ask me to hurry in any other day. So why today?” They say in a unsteady “Well, the uh, The Owner is, visiting…” You now realize the problem, you’ve never had someone above you, judge you before. Still unlikely that you’ll get any sort of major punishment. Even if you are fired, you have enough money to still afford living. The cab driver starts to speak again “If they think I’m the, reason, why you’re late, they’d...” The cab drive just stops talking. “They’d what?” You say after a while. “They’d might, punish me.” You think about what to say, you reply “Hey if they think they should punish you then I’ll take the blame instead, alright?” The cab driver seems to be a lot more relieved for some reason. “Thank you sir, I don’t think you know how much that matters to me.” They say.

The road is long, til you reach The Company Grounds. You were gift with such a privilege as to not live in The Company’s City. You know you truly couldn’t handle the smog from the cars, or be bothered to not be able to look up at night and see the stars, or deal with longer advertisements. It’d all be quite the bother for you. Fortune is with you to be able to live hours away. None of its problems can annoy you out here. You still want to know however, what is it like having euphoria giving products.

End of the profiteer act 1

The owner act 1 You wake up, naturally, in your big comfortable bed. You’re annoyed, it’s that one stupid day of the year, the day you need to spend a day at one of your many factories. A stupid rule, enforced by other countries, likely just to bother you solely. Still yet, another day being the most useful person in The Company.

“Employee, the lights!” You say, the Employee turns on the lights of your room. You see your gilded clock now, it shows that it is 10:42. You slowly, sluggishly get out of bed. “Employee clothes!” You say, the Employee comes over and puts your clothes on you. “Employee door!” You say, the Employee opens the door for you. You leave your bedroom, as you’re walking down the stairs, one of the Employees comes up to you and says. “Owner we’ve successfully implemented the clock change, we estimate that efficiency should increase by 0.4% increasing over all earnings by 1.8%!” The Employee says. “Good. Good.” You say. “Anything that can increase my earnings, should be implemented.” You say, like everyday. “Unfortunate news Owner, the yearly visit is needed today.” The Employee says. “I know, I remembered this stupid day, from the babbling of morons. That call themselves ‘leaders.” You say. “Employee, go start the jet I want this day to be over quickly.” You say as well. “Yes Owner!” The Employee says, and rushes outside to your jet.

You walk outside, and see your jet starting up. “Employee, jet door!” You scream, an Employee walks over and opens the jet door. You walk inside your jet and sit down. “Alright, Employee go to Factory next to…” You pause, and look at the map, for which one you’ve been informed is the best to go to. “Next to Company’s City five hundred seventy one.” You continued. “Okay Owner, heading to Factory next to Company’s City five hundred seventy one.” The Employee piloting the jet says.

End of the owner act 1

The euphoric act 1

You wake up, for the last time. You’re cold, and in a metal box with no door, or lights. “Hello?” You say. You feel an intense wave of stress wash over you the instant you spoke. “Jesus Christ!” You scream, but no one can hear you. Another violent wave of stress washes over you. It is agonizing, you can’t scream from it, it’s just pure pain. You fall to the ground in the stress, you hear metal on metal. You’re shaking, while laying on the ground. Then your finger barely touches something. You feel the stress disappear, and violent joy takes over it completely. Euphoria.

End of the euphoric act 1

The worker act 2

You’re on your way to The Factory, it is only a two hour walk from your Apartment, but The Company prevents you from doing so. By Vehicle is the only way it allows. You get on The Highway, and the sickening smog is here. The horrid fuel The Vehicles run on, it just leaves toxic gas in the air. Only on The Highway, is the only time you can’t see the advertisements in the sky outside.

It’s so slow, The Highway. It is all just Vehicles, every possible spot that could be filled is. All funnelling towards The Factory, because there’s no where else to go. Just dust, smog and bright lights is what you can see. Despite this, it is quiet. Only the sounds of The Vehicles motors are heard. Watchers are on the highway. They listen and look. Any irregular noise they hear is a way to be part of The Killings tomorrow. Any irregular action leads to the same fate. The stress on The Highway is violent, you can feel the stress of others. It’s maddening, but everyone keeps going, it is the only thing anyone here can do.

Every ten minutes, everyone has to stop on The Highway. The Vehicles play an advertisement at this time. Deafeningly loud, the voices in the advertisements scream at you. They are defaulted to the loudest they can, while you are fully trapped inside of The Vehicle. With all the other Vehicles playing different advertisements, in the same ways, it nearly becomes just a mumbling mess of noises, that sound vaguely like a voice.

You never get time to wait, always just having the nudge yourself slowly. Any slow down can lead to your death. One car touching another once slightly and you’re part of The Killings. You dare touch your horn and you’re part of The Killings. Even just one window, or mirror, not having watched an advertisement and not being clear will lead to you being part of The Killings. Everyone on this damned road knows it, otherwise they would be dead already.

All of The Vehicles in six different lanes, all funnelling towards The Company Grounds. One giant Factory of madness, wickedness and cruelty.

You finally reach The Company Grounds. After hours of slowness, poisoning and stress, you reach possibly the worse place. The smog from The Vehicles is sucked up into pipes outside of The Factory, just to be pumped out to the top, at the front. Still poisoning the air, but at least making things visible. The Factory is pure grey and black, the tar of the smog lingers on it, nothing is done to clean it. Hopefully it builds up enough that it destroys The Factory. The Highway’s road is now just dirt, but everyone knows where to go anyways.

You drive into The Factory, all you see is just the layers of Vehicles. It’s The Vehicle Holding Room. You are forced to pay the toll, six Company dollars. You struggle to find a spot to lay your Vehicle. Unlike The Company assigned garages, here there is no assigned spots. The people here aren’t mad, nearly everyone here would park in the same spots if they could, but The Company Guardians are here first and always. They purposely move their Vehicles to different spots just to watch the panic, and stress of everyone. They truly are just cruel.

You found a spot for your Vehicle, on the fifteenth floor. Of course, the only way to get to a work station is at the bottom floor. You’re forced to walk down there, all while trying to be quiet. You go down the way you came up, as it is the only way to get down. At the bottom floor you go towards the crowded door, the only one to get to working stations, and wait in line

End of the worker act 2

The clueless profiteer act 2

You’re on your way to The Factory. You opened the window, and feel the cold air on your face. You recall that it never seems to feel cold in, or even around The Company’s City, or The Factory. You casually say to the driver “Hey don’t you live near The City?” They don’t respond. You say “Are you ever cold near The City? I’ve noticed that it never seems to b-“ “No.” They say, cutting you off, then continuing “It’s never cold in or near it, neither hot either.” They say, in a mildly bothered tone. “Are… are you upset? Isn’t The City great though?” You say. The driver replies “It isn’t great, it’s horrible.” They say. “I’m very fortunate that I only have to get you, for my job.” They continued. “But isn’t The City suppose to be-“ “Euphoric.” They finished your sentence. “It’s not even joyful” they said. “Wait why are you only just telling me this now? You’ve never said anything like this before?” You asked. “Because I know I’m dead by tomorrow.” “WHAT?!?” You yelped in shock. “What do you mean?!?” You said confused and concerned. “We will be late, I know they don’t care about me. So they’ll just kill me, it’s more efficient for them.” They said.

yea now its unfinished, again not sure if i will continue this, maybe if i see another thing that induces ABSOLUTE FUCKING RAGE into that companies want to try then maybe

[pinkcadillaccas]

I'm trying so hard to stop caring about opinions on the internet

[ezratheanon]

so real i love you dave i wish gay peopel were real </3 -jack

I really like Dave's diary not only bc it's cute as fuck that this grown ass man is keeping up a diary in the company's computer no less but also bc it shows us his true emotions. Really shows just how good he's at hiding his emotions and how bad he is at regulating them. Which considering how living w Henry was does make sense. And also contrasts with how much more honest he is in the Flipside, not outright Saying it but showing how sad or happy he is about Jack coming and going. I want to bite him.

[tiktaalic]

Watch them not even utter the word bisexual just like how Charlie was never outright called a lesbian

No i can see the scene so clearly in my head mary goes remember carlos? and john says. yeah. carlos. dean blinks. says. carlos? mary goes he was really into.... peace and love. smashcut to flashback carlos with one arm around a man one around a woman as they giggle into the back of a van. john says. really into peace and love. smashcut to flashback carlos offering mary a joint and her going oh no thank you im engaged and him turning to offer it to john to go that's okay baby i dont mind sharing. CUT TO: jensen ackles pateneted gay peopel? face journey

[colorisbyshe]

I have a looooooooong and complicated history with Harry Styles. Like I got into One Direction in late 2012 and he was always in my rotation as a top 2/3 member. I have hated him, I have considered a moment at a concert where he splashed water on me to be one of my favorite concert moments of all times, I have written and read essays on everything wrong and right with him... for a decade now.

And I think his biggest issue is he is loooves to have his cake and eat it too. He loves the benefits of being perceived as X thing without the risk of openly being X thing. Doesn’t matter if he actually is X or just pretending he is, he thrives in the ambiguity which just ultimately makes him be very insincere. And also makes the “real” him that accidentally seeps through seem so much sharper in contrast.

For example, the ambiguity around his sexuality. Real, non-celebrity closeted people cannot toe the line with their sexuality and profit from it. But he exploits the ambiguity, the “will he won’t he” come out thing to hold a captive audience. Gay/bi or not, it feels insincere and shitty. But it also makes unfiltered slip ups like “I’m making REAL gay cinema that matters, unlike that horny shit” feel razor sharp because like... either he’s a straight man sexualizing gay media and harping on harmful stereotypes or he really is a closeted man so disconnected from his community that he can shove us and our art down to stand on our shoulders without feeling bad about it. Two very different forms of shittiness with no real way to figure out which one applies, so either criticism ends up being attacked by whoever believes the opposing narrative.

But this applies to... everything. He wants to be perceived as deep and open but refuses to say anything that would ever actually step on toes, so he says a lot of kind of empty, general statements. He’ll unleash 4 different explanations of one song to avoid revealing personal but then sell the album on being his most personal yet. Treat people with kindness but also won’t reign in his rabid fanbase when they attack other people, including his girlfriends.

He wants the reward, not the risk.

And so his entire persona becomes a very, very thought out way of finding the perfect balance of “What can I say/do to garner attention and a very niche brand without alienating anyone,” which ironically becomes alienating the more it continues and often kind of corners him into saying dumb shit like “I want to be in this movie because it feels like a movie you would see at the movies.” Because anything he could actually say about this liberal feminist, controversial-behind-the-scenes film he’s in might piss people off. Or, ironically, might expose how insincere he is.

But the only alternative in that situation is saying something so stupid and empty... people still get pissed off.

And I just don’t think he’s caught on to the fact that this risk vs reward balance thing he’s doing isn’t working anymore. Especially when it leads to him saying shit like “I just haven’t found a social issue that speaks to me yet” during peak BLM  while slapping on rainbow and BLM stickers onto his tiny guitar that only fans will see.

You just reach a point where it doesn’t actually matter what his truth is. What he cares about. If he actually wants to fuck men or not. It just becomes more and more clear he’d rather use a NARRATIVE around it to manipulate a fanbase than ever reveal anything.

And he isn’t unique as a celebrity in that way but it does become more and more cloying because he’s often juxtaposed as unique or more real for things that ultimately just feel like PR tactics.

And it just feels like the ambiguity is just a shield now. Like you can’t criticize me because you can’t be sure what angle I’m really coming from nad it’s like... really? Well I’ll fucking criticize you anyways.

[kemafili]

Laois Dungeonmeshi!

GAHHHHHHHH oh holy smokes ok i have been getting ready for this all my life alrgiht i want to be as brief as possible bc if i start to real rant ill never finish

favorite thing about them: puppy sunshine attitude on natural moments, when he needs to change he will do so, sometimes (or maybe even always) he fails at it since he cant read social cues correctly, i adore his social skills epic fail, like i love your autism

least favorite thing about them: idk maybeee ummmm idk nothing i think

favorite line: im going to have to list them

they let me milk a minotaur

i wanted to be born as a quadrupedal monster, too!

at least let me count her nipples!

why am i the only person with a blindfold on..?

im being insulted in a language i dont undersand! and it sounds really nasty!

thats...! so lame.

Just being long-limbed isnt a talent

brOTP: Namari and Laius, they are very fun to see interact with each other, they seem to have a very clear opening on how one likes something a lot like an hyperfixation, Laius appreaciates Namaris knowledge of weapons and such and Namari can appreciate Laius interest for monsters like a tad strange thing but she seems to come around it, in the background panneling of the first-ish chapters and maybe even later on when namari is shown as a flashback, it can be seen that they might have been the second ones to spend more time togheter (Namari and Chilchuck being first, not including Marcille and Falin bc they are basically stuck togheter like glue), oh shit also also the adventurers bible has a few comics where namari and laius are drinking togheter and shes helping him with some shit issues and then they also speak on body hair shit lmfao omggggg fuck my life whatever uuughh i am so normal about them, i do really like them in liek aaaa ummm i say brotp bc i feel like they are very silent of romantic emotion but i also dont want to say everything is platonic lol, they bros in the way straight men that have gay sex are you feel me like that picture of two men almost kissing and it says this is how straight men hang out.

OTP: Laius and Kabru, liek omggg at first i was like they are toxic as hell but just someting so hillyius about them lmfao idk the chad (Kabru) has a love hate situation with the Nerd (Laius) and the nerd doesnt want teh chad? hillaryus idgaf keep chasing that piece of meat though.

nOTP: Laius and Marcille ☹ guhhhhh omg they are besties and Marcille has been so clear on not wanting anything with laius romantically so its liek guhhhhhhh i dont even know what to add here

random headcanon: i said liek 50 million times in the past his favorite food would be cheesecake bc he loves dairy but that is canon now so i want to add that Flan is also his second favorite annnnndddd uhhhh i have so much shit to addd here but i dont have it on my thoguhts rn bc i am Star Trekpilled so i am forgetting my own written lore but like my friends on the server once said

unpopular opinion: i dont like when peopel paint him as a kid or as an idiot because of the autism shit, like he is very much aware of other stuff, saying he doesnt even know what sex is did you forgot when he joked about the crabs inside those treasure shit (i forgot the proper name lmfao) saying if you saw their bottoms ud know their gender and he had a smirk on his face and Chilchuck got pissed off about it or when he found out the armors had sex while holding hands or when the Marcille succubi showed up he knew itd be fucked up if everyone else knew come the fuck on he knows what the hell is up, we need to sexualize autism okay and this doesnt go only there though btw liek stop making him dumber he knows what is up idk how to word it correctly but yeah he cant caught up on social cues but its not a whole umbrella of him being a dumbass

song i associate with them: woah i think its hilarryus that as one of my favorite characters i havent made him a playlist but i feel like hes just. so , so unmusical, like that before mentioned adventurers bible chapter where he says i cant sing or dance i was like yup i am ppretty sure you cant, he doenst seem to have a rhythim LMFAO id say anything that is related to medieval music thats what reminds me of him

favorite picture of them: hi

i hate having to choose only one picture but i love blushing and i love eating so this one

[itsjustfire4]

Marauders as things my friends and I have said.. again (pt. 3)

Sirius: blonde/neg 🙄

Peter: I'M BLONDE?

Sirius: Get well soon

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Peter: what is the gay pirates hell is going on?

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Sirius: what the fuck no gay peopel in bro squad

James: bro homie pal home slice i would never do such non sock behavoir believe me

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James: *panicking over reading something wrong his crush sent him*

Sirius: Tell him you have dyslexia hoes love that

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Sirius: all the great punks be gay with their homies

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Sirius: Man I wanna paint my nails black again but like- i cant do my right hand! If only there was some attractive-person-soon-to-be-my-partner to do it for me! *dramatic sigh*

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Remus: I don’t wanna cry rn I have homework to do!

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*Peter & Sirius plying Mc*

Peter: Hey i found you’re favorite in thing!

Sirius: DICK?!

Peter: Coal?

Sirius: CREEPER AWW MAN

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Remus: Wait can you curse a penis?

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Remus: Why is the past day have i been confessed to by 3 people

James: my boy has bitches

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Remus: do you think i chose to be homosexual??????

Sirius: isn’t homosexuality a choice?

Remus: you’re right, thank you for bringing me to the light of jesus.. quite the light it is

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*Peter finds Remus’s address and threatens to come over*

Remus: IM NOT EVEN HOME ITS JUST MY DOG

Peter: bout to postcard ur dog <3

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Remus: also i’m not in toe of country town so i can be gay again

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Sirius: yay pears woo🍐🍐🍐

i love pears🍐🍐🍐

pears woo🍐🍐🍐

i love pears they the best fruit out there wooo🍐🍐🍐

James: pee

Sirius: i can't keep pretending Prongs i have something really serious to tell you but you have to promise this won't change our friendship

James: ok whats up

Sirius: i dicking hate pears

James: disgraceful

our friendship is over

i hate you

Sirius: Connection terminated. I'm sorry to interrupt you Elizabeth, if you still even remember that name. But I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You are not here to receive a gift, nor have you been called here by the individual you assume. Although you have indeed been called. You have all been called here. Into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for blood has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach. But you will never find them, none of you will. This is where your story ends.And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you. Although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well, I am nearby. This place will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should. And to you monsters trapped in the corridors: Be still and give up your spirits, they don't belong to you. For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps more waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the devil waiting, old friend. My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up into their arms the way you lifted others into yours. And then, what became of you. I should have known you wouldn't be content to disappear, not my daughter. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now. It's time to rest. For you, and for those you have carried in your arms. This ends for all of us. End communication.

[brothersonahotelbed]

for the confess smthin u thought about u on anon

i think that youre just really great. talkin to u is a pleasure and id love to write poetry with you about religious trauma and gay shit

also ive read your poetry and it is so so amazing. absolutely breathtaking and blood runnin cold and vomiting and crying its amazing.

also this will be off anon because I AM NO WIMP!!! BIG MAN HUGE NUTS HELLO NICO

okay so killing myself cause this is so fucking sweet thank you garrett i would fucking love to write poetry with you and your writing and photography and singing are all just so wonderful i love when my mutuals are talented showstopping incredilbe amazing peopel youre amazing garrett and i admire both you and your BIG HUGE MAN NUTS so much ily <333333

[seeingteacupsindragons]

I haven’t seen Nabari no Ou (tho I'm going to start it now that you mentionned it!) but Shimanami Tasogare doesn't have a bad ending. Without spoilers, it’s really a sweet manga. I have the impression that the goal was to tell an encouraging story and above all to inform peopel about several queer identities. Of course there is some hard moment but overall it's really sweet. I encourage you to check it one day if you feel like you can ^^

Warning for anyone who may be tempted to start Nabari because of me, this is official art for the series I have had saved for like 5ever.

Nabari, is loosely, about this 14yo boy named Miharu, who lost his parents in a plot-related tragedy many years ago and lives with his grandparents now. And then he realizes his family was a ninja family and he has this godlike ninjitsu called the Shinrabanshou that basically can do whatever the hell he wants it to do.

But he doesn't actually know how to make it work, and he's extremely apathetic and depressed, so he doesn't really want anything enough to make it work, either.

So the various ninja clans realize he has this thing and they all, in various ways, try to get it to use it for themselves. And then he runs into this young intersex ninja named Yoite, who is ostensibly on the side of their worst enemies, who threatens Miharu's friends and family if he doesn't agree to help Yoite "Never have been born."

(Although at this point, I should mention that the anime does not make Yoite intersex explicitly, but he is explicitly intersex in the manga. FWIW)

So Miharu agrees, and they both sort of set out on a quest absolutely zero other people want them to be on in order to figure out how to make this stupid thing work so Miharu can make Yoite never have been born, and they bond and, arguably, fall in love. And Yoite stops wanting to die (although I'm compelled to point out that in this series, never having been born and dying are not at all the same thing) so badly and Miharu starts becoming invested in his life and care about people, and.

Well, I'll stop there to not share All The Spoilers.

The anime doesn't exactly end badly, but it does end tragically, and somehow the gay couples/implied couples all end up sadly but the straight couples make it out okay, and that annoys me in retrospect although it didn't really register at the time.

I have heard the manga ends much better, but I have not once heard that it ends happily. I actually have the fist 6 volumes still on my manga bookcase, and then sort of lost track of it because Money, but the college friend read the scans and filled me in on some of the other stuff.

I do still like Nabari. It didn't make me angry the same way that Banana Fish. The tragedy is much more narratively sound (although I have many arguments I'd like to make about the anime version of it that I know don't track for the manga), and frankly, cathartic, and I don't think it's a harmful tragedy in the way Banana Fish is.