#i want my space to be positive always

[crescenthistory]

i want to make this abundantly clear one final time.

under no circumstance do i ever ever ever condone or encourage this type of behaviour in my inbox. i’ve been pushing against it in posts like this and made my opinion clear. i’ve deleted the ignorant spew in my inbox over the past few weeks but you won’t let up. i am not in need of defending and what you’re doing is NOT defensive. it’s attack, it’s detestable and you’re an awful person for doing it.

don’t align yourself with me when you’re being hateful.

you are causing detriment to the safe spaces people have worked so hard to create. i hope everyone blocks and moves on from you like i’m trying to because this is beyond foul.

[newgroundstier]

fashionably late 2 pride month

[magentagalaxies]

Goodbye, Phillip Thompson: A Personal Essay About Grief

I only knew Phillip Thompson for one day.

In July 2024 I visited Brampton, ON for the first time with my good friend Scott Thompson and his youngest brother Derek. While we were in town, we visited his father's nursing home, went to Wendy's for lunch, and took a funny picture of Scott's dad in the garden. It was a good day - not only was Phillip Thompson genuinely happy to meet me, but I also got some of the best footage for the Buddy Cole documentary that I'd collected in that entire month.

I knew Phillip Thompson for four hours. He was 95 years old. If I was better at math I could calculate exactly how small of a percentage of his life we'd interacted, a smallness only amplified by how little speech he had towards the end. By all accounts, we did not know each other, and yet I still grieve his passing like he's part of my own family. Because in a way, he was.

I made a joke recently about attending Scott Thompson's New Year's Eve party on December 31st 2024 - four days before Phillip Thompson passed away. Any time a stranger opened by asking "and how do you know Scott?" my response "I'm making a documentary on him" felt more like "I HAVE STARED INTO HIS SOUL." I have known Scott Thompson for exactly two years. He is 65 years old. If I was better at math, I could calculate exactly what small percentage of his life I've experienced in real time, but that would only tell half the story.

Over the past two years I have been allowed to see the dimensionality of my favorite comedian in ways I never expected. I was present for some of his highest and lowest moments of 2024, directly impacting the life of someone I'd previously only witnessed behind the protective barriers of television and time. But throughout this documentary research, even that history has become my own. There are videos, documents, stories that take place before I was born that are now my possession. I've lost count of the number of times Scott, instead of trying to recall what year a project was developed, just chose to look at me since I'm closer to the answer than his own memory.

Throughout it all has been Phillip Thompson. "I wonder what Gordon is thinking now..." "Any of you guys ever beat up your dad?" "Men don't want dreamy sons, they want hockey players. Even feminine dads want masculine sons." "Some people say my dad beat me. I say to-mah-to! I say he was an amateur scientist attempting to rearrange my DNA with his fists" "My dad didn't make me gay, but he did make me like it rough" "In the 50s and 60s men were given women and children to terrorize. We called them families. Now, I'm not gonna have any kids, and my friends would rather I didn't beat them, so whenever I get really angry and I'm dreaming about having kids to beat, I create a character. I understand my father a lot more now that I'm older and have kids of my own. I even have one child with a lisp."

"He's adorable. For so many years I never thought I'd stop hating him, but now he's just adorable." Scott said this to me over drinks during pride month 2024. He was talking about his dad keeping time to the music in the nursing home chapel, subconsciously tapping his fingers in a way all Thompson men do. I witnessed that tapping firsthand, when Scott left me alone with his dad while he and his brother were ordering food. I silently tapped my fingers back at him, as though communicating in a language I didn't know how to speak.

Phillip Thompson could not be interviewed for my documentary. He barely spoke, and may not have even comprehended who I was. But what his presence brought out in Scott was incredible to behold. Scott showed me the theater programs on his father's wall, from Phillip Thompson's time as an actor decades before he'd shame his son for the same career choice. We talked about redemption arcs, and Scott kissed his father's hat - partially lampooning a bizarre stunt at the RNC the night before, but still a sweet moment. At Wendy's, Phillip Thompson wordlessly held out his carton of fries to me, offering for me to take one, leaving his sons to scoff "He's never done that for us before!" as I quipped "I guess I'm just the favorite child."

One of the only moments Phillip Thompson spoke was to make fun of Scott. After Scott asked his dad for ideas for another funny picture, Phillip Thompson smiled and sarcastically said "You've been in funny pictures?" The joy in Scott's face at this roast is indescribable, matched only by the process of taking the photo which I documented the entire time.

When I heard Phillip Thompson died, it hit me harder than I expected it would. My friend sent me Scott's tweet, and as I went to write this post I realized I was blanking on Scott's dad's name. I attempted to look it up on Wikipedia, before realizing it would be found in the acknowledgements of his Buddy Cole book. How weird, to have a close friend's father pass away and react by googling their name.

But then again, how weird to have known someone for exactly two years and know for certain you'll still be there for them when they're 95. Because as tragic as this passing is, the fact that I got to meet Phillip Thompson at all is incredible. And despite everything his son has gone through, there is a very high chance I could know him for over 50% of my life.

I've learned a lot from Scott, about comedy and self expression, but I've also learned important lessons about forgiveness, about grief. About recognizing your bad habits and striving to fix them even if it seems impossible. About staying punk in your 60s because you still have something to say. And in the echo of all of these is Phillip Thompson, whether leading by example or a cautionary tale. I'll never know quite how much of an impact he's had on my life, but I'm glad I got to meet him if only for a short moment.

[uncanny-tranny]

I posted something to this effect on my other blog, but it's been on my mind and essentially begging me to talk about it again so...

This post is dedicated to the people who might have caused their disability or may have made it worse in some way or another. This post is dedicated to people who haven't done the "right things" in the past, who weren't perfect, who weren't flawless robots.

Regardless of why you're disabled, you still need and, most importantly, deserve any accommodations for said disability. You cannot separate the "good disableds" from the "bad" ones. You are never required to prove that you're "innocent" before people are compassionate about your disability. Do not for a minute be convinced otherwise, for your own sanity.

[jestroer]

I'm not usually a person to post on many serious matters not regarding fandom on here, but as someone who watched a lot of his stuff and posted about him in the past a bunch, I just wanted to say that I'm no longer am going to interacting with any of Wilbur's content and if you support Wilbur Soot then please don't follow my blog because you are not welcome here. All strength and love to Shubble in this ✊

[leafywillow]

Also omg!! I just reached 500 followers wow!! Thank you all so much for being here 😄🥰 def did not expect this with how inconsistent I am lol but I appreciate you all so much and love interacting with everyone!! You all have made my experience here so far so lovely and i couldn't ask for better mutuals and followers 🥰💕🥰

[shalom-iamcominghome]

I always try to be positive and upbeat about judaism and whatnot, but I do want to emphasize that things Aren't Okay, and I'm not oblivious to that. I want everybody to be safe, but I also recognize that my voice is unnecessary over others' voices. One day, everything will be okay, though - that I will always say. One must have faith that things will be okay eventually

[fabbyf1]

Honestly having basic respect for ships/bromances should be a basic I feel some take them far to seriously, but hey that's them but you're a huge lestappen shipper and I'm not but I love your writing for them that I'd read anything for them. See my guilty ship is Norstappen, wish people wrote more for them. But honestly, the way you write ships is so good that you get me reading anything, fuck you could write the most out of the world rare pairing and I'd eat it up. Keep up the amazing work, will always support

😭😭😭😭😭😭 YES BESTIE LETS GO.

i love this so much, and i completely agree with you. i think we all get so caught up in being negative, doom posting, hating each other's opinions, etc. that we forget we're supposed to be having fun. just because i don't personally ship someone or personally like their drivers, doesn't mean they're doing anything wrong.

it's okay to have different opinions. it's okay to not agree on everything.

it's NOT okay to be an asshole.

thank you so much for your kind words, babes. i appreciate you taking the time out of your day to tell me how much my writing means to you.

keep spreading the positivity!!!!

[tenrose]

I hate living in this world.

[lilacerull0]

i am sorry you feel inadequate and lesser because of your ancestry. maybe, if you stopped rejecting it as your own we could perhaps bond over this specific thing. but nooooo!!!!! you have to make how much you hate yourself about me.

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

I gravitate towards jobs and such in which I make decisions, and prefer to live alone which comes with many decisions, and then do creative hobbies that require me to make so many decisions, and I thought "Huh, decisions are hard, what would a nice day without decisions look like?" And then I realized I just meticulously planned out a whole day of no decisions by just making the decisions beforehand.

[pokemonruby]

i know that regardless of whether you're trying to advertise your art or attempt to garner donations (and in my case, my post features both prospects) there's always going to be some ingrate who comes in with the violent urge to bully and condemn minorities because the lives of such pathetic, sad people like that typically aren't rewarding enough to encourage them to do something more productive with their time. i've been down this road before.

although i deleted the post from last night since i don't feel like feeding into the unwarranted negativity that they're doubtless trying to farm given that they evidently are unloved by every person they have ever met and need to vent that frustration somehow, i do apologize for clogging my followers' dashboards but at the same time, i have been taught by my friends and therapist that i need to start actively sticking my neck out for myself some more and take up space even if it is dubbed "annoying," and this is the only endeavor i am truly proud of so i'm going to screech it to the world because i know its worth it, i know it deserves recognition, and that i'm a talented, hardworking person who has sacrificed much to get to where i am today and damn it all, i'm going to be unapologetically loud about it!

not to mention, i just generally need some help. it isn't just about my book (even if it is the main thing that i wish to promote since, you know, that's how marketing works) - i'm severely disabled, impoverished, and stuck living with a historically violent, abusive person and i desperately want out before i end up hospitalized or worse since while it's easy for me to devote myself to my craft, i'm also suffering quietly and extensively behind the scenes and i want to start believing that i don't deserve to live like this - no matter how difficult it is for me to admit that.

[adore-gregor]

my football team is so hopeless

[neverendingford]

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[burning-sol]

Reiterating that people need to not come to my fucking house btw. Like I'm sorry if this place seems cool to you or you think it's fun, but I keep myself locked away in my room to point of sabotaging my own health for a reason. I'm put into this position where I'm made to feel like I should be happy living here, when in reality my every thought is that I would rather be living somewhere else even if it meant my living situation ended up worse. I constantly fantasise about leaving and the only reason I haven't is my neurodivergency limiting my ability to act independently.

What you think looks cool is not necessarily cool for someone else. I didn't ask for any of this. I'm grateful for the way I've gotten to live, but that still doesn't mean I wanted any of it. And I don't need to be reminded that I'm just a failure for not being able to appreciate everything my family does for me.

DON'T come to my house without permission!!

[mrfoox]

Uh. Like month... 4... Without an big breakdown and im 😳 what.... Wha