#it’s mostly on tiktok though

[whimsybatboy]

ngl im thinking about leaving the rtc fandom- so much has happened in it recently and some bad people have joined and i just akskks

[stardustpsychics]

i really despise THOSE rdr2 fans because they’re all like “arthur morgan is a sigma!!! he’s the goat!! he has no care for others and murders freely!!! low honor arthur is canon!!”

that man draws hearts in his journal when he writes about mary. be serious

[lilianade-comics]

He's taught her everything he knows! (And that's the problem)!

[ranubd]

“Nobody you know will understand.”

[pqnnier]

i’m sorry, there’s nothing wrong with liking popular books, but i’ve seen so many bookshelves that look like store shelves — where’s your obscure little novel from a secondhand shop????? where are the classics and that one book your grandma gave you 10 years ago that she grew up with??? where is the tattered childhood fairytale you couldn’t bring yourself to get rid of?

[automaticsoulharmony]

I love when I see something that’s like “I feel we as a fandom don’t utilize/enbrace (insert Tim fact here)”

And I’m like- actually I think we might embrace it too much.

(No hate I’ve done the same thing)

[byfulcrums]

the political message in tf kills me because it is so complex and it reflects real life so well that it's painful

it's hard to choose a side because both are bad. it's hard to choose a side because war is cruel and so is everyone involved in it. there is no way to escape the violence once you enter this cycle

there are multiple ways of viewing it. the war starts with a revolution that has long since turned into a desire for control. megatron wanted to be free, at first, and yet in the end, he was only another colonizer

the war starts because no one did anything about the treatment of the miners. it starts because people turned a blind eye to the cruelty that was happening right before them

it starts when two people fighting for freedom take their ideals to the extreme. it starts when one refuses to kill and when one bathes in blood

it's just such a complicated conflict

[13eyond13]

Hi I noticed you have been in the deathnote fandom for a long time. Do you know some changes the fandom/ships went through? I already know that the misogyny towards misa used to be terrible

Thanks 🙏

Hi! Yes, I've been here a long time lmao So from what I can recall things have actually stayed pretty remarkably the same when it comes to the popularity of the ships and dynamics in this series. Lawlight has always been the most popular ship, followed closely by M2 (Matt x Mello). However back in the mid/late 2000s it was different in terms of certain things, like the way the ships were referred to. For example, there was no such thing as a nickname for a ship as a whole back then - you didn't call it "Lawlight," you called it either "L/Light" or "Light/L." You had to specify which of the two you liked as the top by putting their name at the start of the pairing. They were treated almost like they were two entirely different ships, and people would definitely get upset if you weren't terribly careful about specifying this when posting shippy fics and things. This changed sometime between 2009-2012, maybe? Possibly around when "Brangelina" and celebrity couple nicknames like that became a thing in pop culture, lol. I am personally glad things are no longer this fussy about labeling and defining the ships, because I find it dumb and possibly a bit offensive towards gay folks to be that obsessive about their bedroom dynamics above all else. But I definitely still see people get very particular about their preferences for this stuff when it comes to their discussions of the ships these days too, so I might be the odd one out here. Overall I'd say tolerance towards diversity of the pairings and appreciation of the more minor characters has increased? Stuff like pairing L with Matsuda or having het ships like B x Naomi wasn't terribly common back then, from what I remember. People won't hate on you and fight with you as much for daring to enjoy depicting the characters with somebody other than their fave in a story or a piece of art nowadays, either (like "how dare you pair L with somebody other than Light!" - this was a very common thing to hear back in the early fandom days, and people would often act like you were "cheating" on a character by shipping them with somebody other than the character they decided they belonged with.) And fans have also started showing more appreciation for the female characters and attempting to be more inclusive toward them than they used to be. There is a bit less hatred of characters like Near and more shipping of him now as well. Many people were extremely dismissive of him back in the day, and he has definitely grown in popularity over time.

In general I think the fandom has chilled out and diversified and become more tolerant and deeper and more accurate with the characterization in its discussion of the series overall, but I still often will see the exact same takes and trends and tastes and arguments going on now as I used to see back in 2008. Especially when I step outside of the Tumblr bubble and back into a broader/more casual group of fans talking about the series and their faves.

[welcometogrouchland]

Something so scary about developing, essentially, OCs knowing that I'm actually trying to pitch them/their story (my story) to a local (small) network rather than just being like. 15 and doing it for my own sick twisted mind yet being convinced it will one day make one million billion dollars somehow. I miss that girls confidence in her ideas

[saturdaynightghostclub]

Highway Hypnosis

Chapter 3: Driftwood Craquelure

It’s common sense not to hike alone. And I wouldn’t, honest, if I felt like I had any other choice. But Joshy’s busy and Jasper’s weird and Len’s dead, which leaves me with me. I think I should probably make some girl friends, if there’s such a thing to be found in Evergreen. My whole life, I’ve been surrounded by girls pretty much exclusively, with the exception of my time up here; the town is infested with men, whose innate need to conquer sends them north and north and north until they can’t get any further up without leaving the country. They’re alright otherwise, I suppose, if only one can excuse those socialized facets of their existence which, under a very specific set of circumstances, can turn them into irredeemable monsters. I’m probably being unfair to them, the poor babies, but the fact is I think I would be much happier here if I had a couple of girls around to talk to.

There’s a trailhead off Main Street that leads to the river. Forever and a day ago, someone built a bridge over the water, and then that bridge collapsed. The eventual solution appears to be the massive piece of driftwood upon which I’m currently precariously balanced. We’re an hour from the coast, which means someone must have driven to the beach and somehow retrieved this log to use as a bridge. I wonder why whoever it was didn’t just use a felled tree or something; it seems like it would have saved them an awful lot of trouble. I’ll admit though, the driftwood is striking. It’s marled and bleached, looking more sculptural than natural. What little bark remains on its sides is cracked and peeling; I remember learning in some blowoff class or another that the cracks in an oil painting are called the craquelure. This thing is a work of art.

When in doubt, three points of contact. This was Len’s evergreen advice in precarious outdoor situations. Three points, girl! Two feet and a hand!

This is a way I can honor him, I think. I’ll follow the advice I never did when he was alive, and maybe I’ll come out without so many cuts and bruises. Deep breath. I unbuckle the chest strap on my backpack, remembering another Len-ism: If you’re going to fall in the water, make sure you can wiggle out of your backpack, just in case. I crouch, trying to center myself and hoping I look more like a surfer in motion than a creepy forest gremlin. Three points, girl. I lower my right hand, thinking as I do that this probably wasn’t what Len meant, but there’s no going back now. Feeling slightly silly in spite of the fact that I’m probably the only human being on this trail at the moment, I wind up with something of a spider-crawl to the end of the log–is this what you wanted, you old freak?--and swing my legs over the edge to hop off onto the ground. I might as well just walk through the river on my way back.

I’m something like four miles into the trail when I get the half-disappointing signal to head home. When your water’s half gone, you’re half done. I hope Len can see me from wherever he is, finally following his lead the way I was always meant to. It’s a good thing, in the end; my body’s not used to the up and down of these trails, and I can feel my muscles protesting with each foot of incline. My head is pounding, probably from a combination of heat and dehydration, and my hands are swollen and near-useless, blood pooling into my fingertips from where I swung them at my sides. Hold onto your little backpack straps and that won’t happen. The man had a solution for everything. He was never a professional, to my knowledge; he just wasn’t afraid. If he knew to land with your whole foot when jumping from rock to rock, it’s because he jumped onto his toes one too many times and it landed him on his ass. If he wasn’t afraid, there’s a chance he was reckless too. I don’t want to think what that might have meant for him in the end.

I take the downhill slope quickly–If you lean back and lead with your hips you’ll go faster–and conquer the driftwood at my own pace. It’s hot, hotter than I can ever remember in Evergreen, although maybe it’s the eight-mile trek talking, and when I emerge from beneath the dense cover of the trees it’s like walking into the beam of a floodlight. My skin is flushed and hot, my legs marred up to my thighs with tiny scrapes from thistle and god knows what else, and for some reason I’m thrilled about it. It’s always hard to remember the misery you’ve experienced once you’re in the clear; it’s some kind of protective mechanism, maybe, to keep us sane in the face of difficulty. Nice of our brains to do that for us–then again, the next injury always hurts twice as bad. I’m in the clear, though. I’m starting over. For the day, for my life. I should probably get some electrolytes in me.

The general store is blessedly air conditioned. I make a beeline for the refrigerators along the back wall, opening one up without seeing what’s inside, just to bask in its chill.

“You’re letting all the cold air out,” Jasper’s voice sounds from behind a book. I look over my shoulder to see him, as ever, with his legs crossed on the counter.

“Let me have this,” I reply, testing the waters. It’s been a week and a half. I think we’re warming up to each other, but I can’t be certain.

Jasper shrugs, lowering the book. “Whatever.”

I can feel his eyes on me as I make my selection–screw electrolytes, I’m going for caffeine–and when I bring my drink to the register he looks mildly inconvenienced as he’s forced to swing his legs off the counter and do his job. They’re long legs; I’ve noticed before, but really, it’s almost impressive that he manages to have such control over his limbs when he’s working with the proportions of a benevolent spider. Those long legs means he’s got a few good inches on me, and if I look up at him through my eyelashes every so often, then what?

Jasper clears his throat. “You, uh. You decided to change things up today,” he says, sliding the can (which proclaims itself to be full of tea, but which we all know to contain pure rocket fuel). I raise an eyebrow, and he clarifies: “You usually go for mint. Today you got the peach.”

“Huh,” I say, wondering how on Earth he managed to pick that up, “you’re right. I’m surprised you remembered.”

Jasper shrugs, averting his gaze for a moment. “People fall into patterns,” he says. Fair enough, I suppose. I reach across the counter to take the can, and before I can fully comprehend what’s happening Jasper’s got his hand wrapped around my wrist. My gaze shoots upward, ready to either wrench myself free of his grasp or tell him exactly where he can shove his patterns, but whatever fire had ignited itself in my chest is doused by the delicate arrangement of his features. “I’m sorry,” he says, letting go of me, “I don’t know why I–shit, I’m sorry,”

He looks pained, stunned–like he couldn’t have anticipated his action any more than I could have. I’m seized once again by the desire, impractical and mortifying, to be close to him. If I took his hand, would it be alright? Would it communicate what I wanted to say–the “it’s okay” without the “do it again”?

“Let’s start over,” I say, as softly as I can without slipping into meekness. Jasper nods, exhaling.

“Would it be alright if I stopped by the house later? I have…I have something of Len’s I’d like to return. A book,” he says, shrinking back from himself in real time.

He’s practically a stranger. I haven’t known him in eleven years, and if Joshy’s to be believed at least five of those years were fraught with tension. I should set a boundary before I find myself alone with him, starting something out of vague nostalgia that I can’t finish. And so, when I tell him “Sure, come over whenever,” it’s the ten-year-old troublemaker I’m inviting into my home and not the lanky shell of regret standing across the counter from me.

[sanssupremacy]

Burnout is... something.

YES ITS BURNOUT MY GOOFY SILLY ASS CAN'T BEAR THE FACT I HAVE TO WAKE UP, I BARELY TOUCH MY APPLE PEN, I HAVE NO MOTIVATION-

You might call it skill issue, i call it ���depression✨ and it's not letting go off me

Also ahahaha new art style???? NEW ART STYLE FOR ACTUAL HUMAN FACES?!?!?!? AM I LEAVING THE YUMMY YUMMY IN MY TUMMY SKELETONS?!!?!! no.

[geejaysmith]

On the one hand, without rewatching G and taking notes bc I never did get the timeline of these events to add up, Maria’s pre-canon music career being founded on songs featured in viral social media posts a la Lindsey Stirling makes sense, given she’s an escaped lab experiment who’d probably be interested in avoiding centralized authority (and also it’s very funny to imagine). 

On the other hand, I like to believe Symphogear takes place in a brighter future, where social media as we know it today imploded decades ago, and has ceased to exist. 

[moe-broey]

One thing I think about how autism can be (mistakenly) shaved down to just Having Interests You're Passionate About, is like. The huge difference between me and my sister(s) actually. Both of my sisters are avid manga collectors, like, I am not kidding I know at least one of them as a manga count in the 1000s (EDIT: this is true! For one of them. The other has a 2000+ count). I'm specifically also thinking about my sister who's more into video games too. And how for her and myself, both of these things just?? Manifest so differently?

Like yeah she's a collector she has a HUGE collection. Meanwhile, I have always described myself as having "niche" interests -- not as in, my interests are obscure, but as in, they're very few and VERY specific. I'm only actively collecting three series right now (and only two, before Dungeon Meshi). The other two are Toilet Bound Hanako-kun and Devil's Candy. I love stories about ghosts, I love all the creativity that goes into monster designs, and I like them a bit fun and silly! (Of course, with a few heavy/serious emotional beats/themes here and there). And for Dungeon Meshi, I think the setting of my Special Interest (FE) is carrying over, while also having an extremely appealing art style (that's another factor!). Plus, ALL of the creative designs that go into it, from the adventurers to the monsters.

Beyond that, the only other manga I tend to be interested in is queer stuff. And I am a little picky about it! Go For It, Nakamura! is a fun one-shot for me (though I think there might be another one now?), Roadqueen: Eternal Roadtrip to Love is another delightful one-shot, Love Me For Who I Am is one I CANNOT recommend ENOUGH, and also I find autobiographies extremely insightful though I can't do them all the time (one I'd HIGHLY recommend but with trigger warnings is My Lesbian Experience With Loneliness).

I'm. Getting off topic I think LMFAO but. My main point is that, I have a very narrow set of interests, which means my manga collection is very small actually. It can actually be very difficult to get myself to try something New.

Also I'm realizing the video game point got lost, but that one is huge too. The way my sister interacts w her interest in video games is actually Very different than how I do. Same core, we both really enjoy it! And given the time and motivation, she Could write entire essays on what she's most passionate about. Though, this Is harder to place actually -- because on the surface, it's extremely similar, isn't it? Because I can (and do LMFAO), too! The infinite feedback loop is SO FUN.

But I think, maybe the Core difference is. Especially with Fire Emblem, and FEH/Alfonse/Sharena Specifically. That is where my special interest lies, and I am CONSTANTLY. Using both Alfonse and Sharena as proxies to navigate my own thoughts and feelings. To examine them, recontextualize them, and ESPECIALLY to comprehend and study things that don't come naturally to me. It's also just all I'm thinking about 90% of the time. Sometimes to the point where I can't pull myself away or it prevents me from interacting with other things.

LIKE. I AM. LOSING THE POINT A BIT. But I think what I'm trying to express, is that my sisters are far more well-rounded about their interests. And that, while one of my sisters is extremely passionate and interested in video games like I am (honestly thanks to her LMFAOO), it just shows. So differently.

[carcinized]

i have srsly had irl queer people make fun of me for being queer + liking sports and tell me that is like, not gay or something. like ok just say youre chronically online. womens soccer is the queerest thing i have ever been a part of hands down. also youre an awful person

[professionallydeadinside]

Some assorted Prom photos of varying quality wasdfghjhgf

[starsong13]

Love when tiktok recommends me to do some trends for artists

Most recent suggestion is called "a dating SIM for me" to the chorus of 'Vending Machine Of Love' by the Stupendium

And I went to see what other people put and the first two recommended videos start with Stanley Parable Narrator and only one of them follows it up with Wheatley

I shouldn't be surprised anymore but I am