#idk wtf that title was

[sysig]

You're still standing off to the side. Somehow, center stage has shifted from under your feet without you realizing, and you're standing in the wings, performing to no one.

Starring Role (Patreon)

[bnesszai]

@osameowdazai made an offhand comment about jouzai one day and...well.... here i am 2k later thinking about them way too much. I sincerely hate them and wish to set them on fire.

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"Don't be weird about it.” “Weird about what?” Jouno lifts a hand, fingers curled and relaxed, the sun resting in his palm. He shifts, slowly, and then a finger brushes against Dazai's palm, just above his bandage. Flinching, Dazai pulls their hand away, pressing it as a fist to their chest.  “I said not to be weird about it,” Jouno says with a frown. It's so preposterous that Dazai lets out a startled laugh. Their skin is crawling, burning. They want to sink their fingernails into their own skin and tear it to shreds.

[songmingisthighs]

ateez : work

ateez's outfits : hobo

[needcake]

I watched Napoleon (2023) yesterday and it's... pretty bad

[motherstone]

Sneak peak of a super short, super indulgent comic, that skipped a lot of buildup, bc they're all in my head, but I needed to get this out, more at six, anyways triva shippers come get yall juice,

[scarlettfevor]

Uninstalling genshin was lowkey the best thing to ever happen to me because that game was a real drag to play even before the racism pushed me completely away from it and it's community, but since I wasn't playing it anymore I needed another game to get obsessed with, which is why I've been playing all these different games. And so far I've 100% cleared both south park games, I'm still obsessed with the sims 3, and now I'm downloading Yakuza. Peace and love on the planet earth <3

[maliro-t]

i'm pretty sure it was some josh sawyer interview i watched ages ago where he said something about knowing that pentiment 'isn't for everyone' and talked about that framing in general since it's such a niche project, and he was like, well yeah, it's not for everyone. neither is call of duty.

and it truly gave me so much peace lol. like ohhhh. yeah. 'objective' media assessment is nothing to me

[snakerdoodlle]

Idk how to explain it but just the aesthetic?? the vibe?? of the word king fits Mare so well??? Like yeah, she is a king!!

[honeycherrydohnuts]

on that marge gets a job grind (<- shes trying to get a job)

[celestial-fucker]

For my fic, word 7777 is ‘body’. I swear I’m sane

(How tf am I this far along after only 2 months? Btw this doesn’t count how many words I’ve written for the plot alone… but like, how am I this on track?)

[snow-and-saltea]

sorry imma put this one on here, i wanna reply to it but i won't be able to without watering down my intent, and if i do my point loses its weight

edit: nvm LMFAO i worded it nicely in the end, under the cut tho cus this is mf long

(context: in this chapter of a manhwa, the sister of a criminal who attempted to kill the main protagonist talked with her and told her about how her other brother died in interrogation for being part of the revolutionary group against the monarchy. his death was happening in tandem with the main character's violin recital, of which her father left his duty from interrogating the brother, just so he could attend. it was framed in such a way to show how oblivious she was to the political climate surrounding her, how her privilege kept her sheltered, and how even when the criminal's sister went to their gates she was detained and shooed away and dismissed as "causing a fuss". their eyes meet from the MC being up high on the balcony, and the woman from down low past the fences, officers manhandling her into going away as she was a commoner and could be seen as an ally to her brother as part of the revolutionary party. the woman says specifically that she doesn't think that the mc is guilty, she just wants her to know what happened. and the mc reflects on all of this and realises how clueless she's been, how sheltered of a life she had that, until now, she couldn't find the common thread between the two of them, and she starts crying and apologising. later on, when she calms down, the weight of her privileged birth and its responsibilities hits her, and she's steeling herself, and the chapter ends.)

first of all. hmmm?? "what exactly is the FL's fault"? of course, if we were to go by straightforward, linear logic, SHE hasn't done anything wrong. she never ordered her dad to kill people. she doesn't even know people are dying. no one has been put under harms way by her direct actions. all these things would be enough to clear your conscience.... if you are a child, that is.

if you are an adult, like she is, you will eventually realise that you have the power to impact people and things and your surroundings. if you are an adult with a moral conscience, you will feel BAD about your obliviousness to others' suffering that makes you rethink about what your blindspots in perception are; how could i have missed something so vital - how long has this been going on - why did this continue to happen? and this is the stage she is getting at. by our estimates as modern people living in modern world standards, it is very late to be living this long and not realise that you are not the only unique occupant of the world, blind to other people's perspectives. but that's besides the point, because everyone has their own path and pace to follow. it doesn't matter how long it took to get here, we're just glad you're here now to do the good work with us.

do you not feel some sort of revulsion knowing that a family member of yours is acting in immoral ways, and you've been the unwitting beneficiary to that immorality? does it not burden you with responsibility when you realise you could have had multiple opportunities to speak out against the hurt being inflicted onto others, while you were in a position to do so safely and without extreme repercussion? THAT is what she's feeling. she knows that she technically do anything wrong, but she didn't do anything right, either. and it is not enough to know suffering exists, but to strive to heal it, whenever you are able.

this is obviously a fictional story so it doesn't have to be that deep; except it can be, and it's trying to be, because this story is set after the revolution has toppled over the monarchy, so themes like classism, privilege of birth and how to quantify someone's 'value' will be present.

nevermind i wrote all of this but i got so heated instead that i actually managed to write a pretty polite sounding response to the comment, leading with curiosity abt their perspectives and trying to sound friendly and Open to Discussion. the proofreader in me will never die as long as im pissed off at people but trying to find a constructive way of communicating that upset 💪😎👍

anyways. this is what i wrote instead

i don't do zines these days but my proofreader ability for real saves my ass so many times in writing communication. fr i think i would've made some very regretful choices if i were trigger happy ajdhskdjkdjd i'm quite satisfied w what i wrote, i lined out what i got different from them and expressed curiosity on their perspective, posited positives to recontextualize things so that i'm not just going "no ur wrong and Here's Why", gently went "we can agree to disagree!" and remained pretty lighthearted throughout, with no accusatory or pointed language. i'm p proud of myself!! i am able to engage in discussions without pissing myself and other people off!! hurray!!

[izzy-b-hands]

My brain and eyes sitting here having me brimming with tears like: yes, we want to cry, crying would be helpful! A release of endorphins!

Me: Cool, let's cry then. I'm trying to make the tears actually...go, but y'all aren't letting them fall???

Brain (eyes are hostages essentially at this point imo): oh. Shit. you actually wanted that, huh? how about a stomachache instead even though you just forced yourself to eat enough calories to call it 'dinner'

Me: Can I at least cry while my gut hurts?

Brain: Oh! No. No, you can't :)

[this-is-krikkit]

glass onion is in fact a real movie starring daniel craig as a southern gay detective who wears some lovely ascots in greece (it’s the “sequel” to knives out its on netflix and I cannot recommend it enough)

okay, hold up, i'm assuming southern means south of the usa and i don't love the "us person goes to europe" trope in fiction, plus i don't love daniel craig. but everything else you said sounds yummy (esp the gay + ascot combo) so im.... conflicted??

not to mention this all makes it sound even faker than i initially thought so well played anon 😂

[yitarhero]

. ╱⠀ snell’s law.

the sun hangs low over seoul, bathing the two occupants of siqi’s bedroom in a cloudy, cool light that offers the pair some reprieve from the biting wind they’d just endured for a snack run. siqi sits in one corner  — sitting on a rickety metal folding chair so obviously stolen by dior  — with her guitar perched upon her crossed legs. she hasn’t turned to face yuxin for nearly an hour now; as fond as she is of the younger girl, she doesn’t exactly trust the silence behind her, but she doesn’t want to risk witnessing the antics that could potentially be taking place on her bed, either. the less she knows the better. instead, she directs her attention to her laptop. a simple and slow percussion-bass loop plays from her speakers, just loud enough to fill the room. it’s all she needs to let her instincts take over once more. playing like this is a far cry from the hyper-intensive style she’s so accustomed to; yuxin had asked for ��� lo-fi beats to chill and-or study to , ’ whatever that had meant, and she was trying her best to emulate the request. the trill of her guitar ebbs and flows with musicality borne from practice and nature alike, sounding leisurely and simple at some points, then as though her guitar’s singing, crooning some bittersweet melody as a reaction to...  to what, exactly? her environment? her company? god, she isn’t such a killjoy all on her own, is she? siqi’s eyes open at the revelation, but her fingers continue to pluck away at the strings, albeit to play a painfully cliché chord progression while the gears in her mind turn, turn, and turn. “ yuxin? ” she ventures softly, still conscientious of the ambience they’ve maintained thus far. “ not that i mind, because i don’t, and you know i don’t, but... why’d you set up shop here today? ”

@moonpooled

[fcntasmas]

This fandom sure does love to overcorrect in an extremely annoying way lol

[snowychicken]

So I host a poll to decide on my blog title, it comes out to a seven-way tie, I finally decide on my own what it's going to be, and it's too long to put in the title. Aaarrggh >:(