#it's literally them and I'm not taking criticism

[booksooks]

i havent even met sylus in game but some of yall seem to have him confused for your own oc because he would Not act Like That

typing using voice to text so I'm sorry if the formatting is weird, but from what my friend who has met sylus has told me: this man would not act the way some of you guys are insisting. like he would not be jealous to the point of being entirely unable to communicate. he would not try to kiss you as a way of making up, or as a way to stop you from being angry with him. that's just not something i see as feasibly anywhere near sylus as a character.

if you want to write a big daddy dom character who completely bulldozes over your feelings in lieu of 'fucking the jealousy out of you', then by all means go for it. but at that point, you are writing for an original character because that is wildly mischaracterizing someone who (again, according to my friend because i havent even come close to meeting sylus in the storyline) specifically makes room for you to be angry, to feel big emotions in a safe space and to be there for you.

the amount of fanfics i've seen that have sylus act in a way that is completely off base is insane. i'm aware that this is fanfiction, that people can write whatever they want and it's not harmful because at the end of the day: it's FAN FICTION and if you can't separate reality from fiction or whatever, you're not mature enough to be reading mature works or you simply don't have the media literacy skills to do so. but i've had a very long and emotionally draining week, and my temper is hanging on by a thread, and i'm allowed to be angry about a completely bullshit take on one of my favorite characters lmfao.

let me be clear, i'm not saying sylus cannot, will not, and has never been domineering, or protective, or that he doesn't have a fucking daddy kink or whatever. what i AM saying, is that the amount of fanfictions of sylus blowing the reader off or ghosting them or just simply not communicating and then expecting the reader to fall back into his arms after a kiss and a few well placed 'kitten's is astounding. even if he made the bad choice of being distant without explanation, he wouldn't expect the reader to instantly forgive him without an ELABORATE apology and an explanation. and honestly, i'm willing to put that bullshit of 'she forgives him because he's hot and he pulled her in close with his strong arms and hes so big daddy alpha dom' into the category of misogyny. because in what world does someone go from angry and hurt to forgiving and pliant just because he's a man and he kissed you. it is blatantly misogynistic to expect that.

i'm aware there is a lot of nuance within relationships, and that not everyone can be expected to be perfect at all times, HOWEVER this is fanfiction, and the authors i'm talking about have either explicitly stated that the reader and sylus have an established romantic relationship, or that they at the very least get along well and enjoy each other's company. so for sylus to then go ghost on the reader and expect them to instantly fall back into his arms at the end of the day then puts me in the position of 'simpering woman with no spine'. again, misogynistic.

at the end of the day, i'm aware this isn't an important issue and i'm aware that the misogyny in fanfiction doesn't necessarily have to transfer over to real life, especially because i do have critical thinking. but i have been ghosted before by an at-the-time boyfriend, and it sucked, so it's more of a personal issue from me.

i'm aware people can write whatever they want, and i have no obligation to read something i don't like. but that then eliminates what seems to be 50% of the fanfiction of sylus. i'm just saying please... consider writing literally anything else for sylus. for a man who has been made to love you specifically... y'all sure don't make him act like it.

if anyone wants me to elaborate or clarify some things, please send me an ask because the comments are not easy to navigate especially with multiple replies.

last but not least: i'm aware these are my personal feelings, and that i can write to make up for it should i so choose. but i hate having to scroll past 5 fics in a row with quite frankly stupid miscommunication issues from a man who is 28 and should damn well know better. thank you.

[styrofauxm]

For all the conversations about the parallels between Outie Mark and Innie Irving, I'm yet to see one about the parallels between Helena and Outie Mark.

They both very much see their innie not as a person, but as a tool, to be used and then discarded.

Mark got severed so he could shut off his brain for most of the day. His innie was a tool to cope with his grief, not a separate person with a separate life.

Helena (from what we can tell) got severed to promote the practice. Her innie was a tool to generate profit and push back against the criticisms.

Helena explicitly dehumanizes Helly as well, saying flat out, "I am a person, you are not."

Outie Mark's view is less explicit, more implicit. I didn't even see it until this most recent episode, when he says "I haven't remembered anything else." The way I read that, he is talking about his innie as if he is simply a repository of useful information, not his own person.

And then you have Helena taking over Helly's life. She literally does that, I don't think I need to lay it out.

Now, Outie Mark is not actually going to take over his innie's life. That's not how reintegration works. But that is how Outie Mark views it. He's going to get all the information his innie had, then go to work as his innie.

And for both Helena and Outie Mark, neither of them bothered to consider the moral implications of their actions. They didn't need to. There's no morality to consider if you don't think there are any victims.

[meowo-owo]

Chishiya Shuntaro × fem!reader!!

(open for your inquiries~)

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Chishiya was always an observer. At medical university, he did not seek to make friends or join the team. He preferred to stand aside, assessing people the same way he studied anatomical atlases-carefully, coolly, with cold interest. Most of the students acted predictably: they were stressed before exams, formed friendship groups, fell in love, became disillusioned, and burned with ambition.

(Y/N) has always been out of this rhythm. She didn't just memorize the information - she absorbed it, trying to see a real person behind every line of the textbook. When the others were immersed in the competition, she helped those who were lagging behind. When someone lost hope, she found the right words. Shuntaro initially thought she was naive, but eventually realized that he was wrong. She wasn't simple-minded-she was strong. Her humanity didn't stop her from thinking logically, but somehow she managed to combine both qualities.

They were working at the same hospital now. Chishiya chose neurosurgery, following his intellectual curiosity, and (Y/N) became a cardiac surgeon, of course. She has always lived with her heart, literally and figuratively. Their working approaches were radically different: Chishiya was calculating, precise, and worked coolly, like a living scalpel. The girl is passionate, emotional, involved, always putting patients first, even if it required going beyond the protocols.

Despite the difference, they often clashed.

- You were particularly cynical today, - she said one day after surgery, taking a cup of coffee from the tray, - When you tell patients that "their chances are average," it doesn't really help.

- But it's true,- Chishiya replied calmly, lazily leaning on the counter.

- It's also true that the support of a doctor can help a patient struggle. Aren't you curious about what's going on outside of statistics?

- I'm interested in how the brain functions, not irrational emotions, - he retorted, but there was something like mocking recognition in his gaze.

She snorted and turned away, but she knew he could hear her. And, more surprisingly, sometimes he did change. Unnoticed. Barely noticeable.

The romance between them did not suddenly arise. There were no passionate confessions, no dramatic scenes in the rain. Instead, there were small moments. Chishiya always knew when she was tired, even if she wasn't complaining, and left her an energy bar on the table without a word. The girl, in turn, somehow guessed when he stayed late at the hospital and brought him coffee, even though he never asked for it.

— — —

There was a night when they both stayed in the hospital. The operation lasted longer than expected. All the staff looked exhausted, but (Y/N), although tired, did not lose her soft smile.

- You know that for someone who claims he doesn't care, you're too often there when you need to be, - she remarked, warming her hands on the cup.

Chishiya raised an eyebrow slightly, the corners of his lips twitching in a barely noticeable smirk.

- Maybe it's just a coincidence.

- Or..., - she paused, looking at him a little more closely, - You're just not as insensitive as you want to appear.

He didn't argue. Instead, after a moment, he moved his cup closer to hers, creating a space between them that became slightly less cold.

And that was enough. While.

— — —

They continued to work together, day after day, night after night. Their world was full of chaos: critically ill patients, emergency calls, hours without sleep. But in this chaos, they have their own rituals.

She always brought coffee, even if Chishiya said he didn't need it. Shuntaro always stayed by her side during her difficult surgeries-even if his presence wasn't required. He was watching her as intently as he had at the university, only now there was a barely perceptible warm note in his gaze.

But, of course, change does not happen without shocks.

/One night/

It happened during heavy duty. The patient, a ten-year-old boy, was admitted with heart failure. (Y/N) fought for him for several hours. She held herself as she always did, but Chishiya could see the tension in her every move. I saw how her fingers trembled when she finally completed the operation, how she took a deep breath when leaving the operating room.

- (Y/N), - he said softly when they were alone in the hallway.

She didn't answer right away, just leaned against the wall, tilted her head back, and closed her eyes.

- He's going to survive, - she said at last, but there was no joy in her voice. Just fatigue.

Chishia was looking at her. He knew he could have said something cool and logical to her. Something like, "you did your best," or "that's the job of a doctor." But that would be a lie. He knew it was more than a job for her.

He wasn't a comforting person. He didn't know how. But he could have done something else.

Silently, without further ado, he reached out and gently squeezed her wrist. Just a little bit, just a touch, but there was everything about it that he couldn't put into words.

The girl froze. She opened her eyes. She looked at him, intently, scrutinizingly.

- You..., - she smiled a little, but there was something else in her eyes, not surprise. Understanding, - Thank you.

He didn't answer. He lingered just a little longer than necessary before removing his hand.

And at that moment, she realized that something in him had already begun to change.

— — —

A few days later, they worked late. The hospital was quieting down, the corridors were emptying. The girl was sitting in the resident's office, sorting through papers, when Chishiya came up to her and, to her surprise, sat down next to her.

- Aren't you going home? - he asked.

- And you? - she retorted.

He didn't answer, just put a package of her favorite chocolate on the table in front of her.

- Do you remember such things? - she grinned, but there was no mockery in her voice, but gentleness.

- I only remember what matters, - Shuntaro replied calmly.

She stared at him a little too long. There was always a mystery about this man. She knew that he was good at manipulating people, that he preferred to stay one step ahead, not letting anyone get too close. But now she saw something else: he was letting her see him in a way he hadn't shown himself to anyone else.

The silence between them was no longer awkward.

- Chishia..., - she said softly.

He looked at her-without looking away, for the first time allowing emotions to flash in the depths of his eyes.

- Yes?

She smiled a little.

- Nothing. Just thank you for being here.

He didn't answer. But the next time he took her hand, he didn't let go right away.

And that was enough. While.

— — —

It was one of those sleepless days when time loses its meaning. Operations followed one another, blood, numbers, decisions on which life depended. (Y/N) I've been used to this rhythm for a long time, but today everything felt different. Heavier.

They lost a patient in the afternoon. The middle-aged man she was trying to save. She did her best, but it wasn't enough.

Chishiya knew that this was not just another case for her. He didn't try to say that it wasn't her fault-he knew that such words didn't make sense. Instead, he was just there.

When the night was already approaching morning, the girl went out onto the roof of the hospital. It was quiet here. The city below was ablaze with lights, but the air was fresh and clean. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and tried to pull herself together.

Chishiya found her without difficulty. He knew where she was going.

- You're running away again, - he said calmly, coming closer.

- I'm not running away, - she muttered, not turning around, - Just... needed some air.

He stood next to her. They were silent, but this silence was filled with something new. The blond man looked at her, at the dark circles under her eyes, at the tense shoulders.

- You can't save everyone, - he finally said.

- I know, - she replied softly.

- Then why do you experience it like this every time?

(Y/N) smiled bitterly and turned to him.

-Why don't you ever worry?

He didn't look away.

- Because I'm not you.

She nodded, accepting his answer, but there was another question in her eyes. Then why is he here? Why did he come to her again if he didn't want to get attached?

The wind touched her hair, and Chishiya stared at her for a little longer than usual. And then, before he could think about it, he reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair from her face.

Her breathing hitched. It was unexpected-not the gesture itself, but how carefully he did it.

- Chishia..., - her voice was barely audible.

He didn't let her finish.

The next moment, he leaned closer and kissed her.

It wasn't an impetuous or greedy kiss. It was the kiss of a man who had resisted for too long, but eventually allowed himself to succumb to the feeling. Careful, measured, like everything he did, but at the same time - real.

The girl froze for a second, then reached closer, answering. Her fingers tightened on the sleeve of his robe, as if she was afraid he would pull away. But he didn't pull away.

When they parted their lips, she looked at him, a little confused, but with a warm smile.

- It turns out you can feel, - she said softly.

He chuckled.

- Maybe you've infected me with your humanity.

She shook her head, still smiling.

- What do you think?

He didn't answer. He just bent down and kissed her again.

This time, he had no doubts.

[an-au-blog]

my professors giving me test after test is the only thing keeping me from posting the most heart wrenchingly devastating shuggy fic right now. And you lucky bastards should brace yourselves because once Friday rolls around my keyboard is catching fire with everything I'm cooking up, I'm so serious.

But for now all I'll say is...

Nothing's New - Rio Romero

Blue Hair - TV Girl

Promise - Laufey

Let You Break My Heart Again - Laufey

I Want You - Mitski

Break My Heart Again - FINNEEAS

Step On Me - The Cardigans

Jacket Over Hoodie Over Shirt - Marco Aziel

Judy Byrd - Juniper Avenue

You Were Perfect & I'm Sorry - Mickey Darling

Becca - The Sukis

EVERYTHING - The Black Skirts

[bixels]

The Ryoko Kui interview's reception is such a disaster over a pretty normal (yet still flawed) interview between a non-Japanese fan and Japanese artistic. This is discourse for discourse's sake, and it's no surprise that almost every Twitter user I've looked at who's using this interview to parade Kui around as a goated mangaka standing strong against Western ideology is anti-trans.

Like, I do think the interview was kinda wonky with its focus on fandom culture, which Kui clearly didn't have much interest in. But sometimes that happens. Sometimes interactions between two people, especially a fan and a creator, two people who view and interact with a piece of media in completely opposite perspectives, don't click. Does this really need to get blown up into a "West vs. East culture war" issue.

Anyways, Kui saying "I don't consider my audience's interpretations when writing. I leave it to their imaginations, but I have my own read on things too" is the healthiest, most normal thing an artist/writer who wants a non-parasocial audience could say. Artists and writers use this line all the time. If Kui didn't enjoy autistic Laius or Farcille headcanons, she would have probably voiced/signalled her discomfort, like she did on the topic of Senshi fanservice. Overall, Kui handled the interview really well. Props to her to sticking to her guns and keeping a healthy disconnect from the fandom. While I think the interviewer could've/should've been more tactful and restrained, the flaws in their questions is not a symptom of the woke mind virus trying to wriggle its way into the pure Japanese psyche. It's the sign of an over-eager fan who sees a piece of fiction differently than its creator.

[celtrist]

Why does Vassago already have merch, we haven't even met him yet

[strqyr]

there are so many youtubers whose names i wouldn't even know if not for people complaining about them constantly and i feel like that's saying something

[perilegs]

do even half the bg3 players think about, or at the bare minimum, read/listen to anything said in the game. ever.

[juney-blues]

99% of conversations on anarchism about here are hampered by people having no clue what anarchists are talking about when they refer to "the state", including, it seems, the anarchists themselves.

[cassianandfenrysaremyboyos]

I'm sorry but this just pisses me off (Not Hunt obviously, but Bryce)

Bryce rant incoming which you can just ignore and I'll probably delete later

But Bryce just puts all the blame on the Asteri. And yes ultimately they are to blame in the larger sense of things. But Bryce plays a direct role in leading them down the path that results in Hunt, Ruhn and Baxian being caught. It was her need to find out Danika's secrets with no thought to the consequences, her idea to go to the Eternal City. And she takes NO personal responsibility for it at all!

Hunt is blaming himself for everything that's happened. Even when it's not his fault at all. When we're in his pov he's constantly drowning in guilt, thinking about how he should of done more, he should of tried harder, he should of been better, how it's all his fault this happened and that his friends suffered.

And then Bryce does none of that. When we're in her pov she doesn't really show any major guilt. I can't think of any times when she blames herself like Hunt does. And I'm not saying she should be wracked with guilt. But a normal person, a good person, will usually feel bad and will feel guilty and blame themselves to some degree when something bad happens and people they care about are hurt, regardless of how big or small they're involvement is, or even if they're not at fault at all, case in point Hunt being wracked with guilt even when it's not his fault.

And to make it worse she acknowledges that Hunt warned them, warned her. But that she disregarded it and would of done it no matter what.

And then she has the audicity to say she doesn't regret it. And she thought they were on the same page. ON THE SAME PAGE!!?? Hunt made it clear in hosab that he didn't want to go down this road again, that he didn't want to get involved. YOU just didn't listen Bryce. And yeah Hunt's an adult, he can make his own decisions and he could of said no and not gone. But of course, OF COURSE!! he wasn't going to let Bryce go down that road alone, because he loves her, and doesn't want anything to happen to her, and wants to protect, so of course he would never desert her. But that doesn't mean he wanted to do it!

For Bryce to be that unaware of Hunt's feelings, when he explicitly stated them. For her to be that disconnected from her mate's feelings that she's surprised that he wasn't really on board is kinda unfathomable to me. Just that complete lack of awareness really does make her look quite selfish/self centered.

Anyway sorry, this post is a mess but I just had to vent

And then when Hunt mentions the consequences he and his friends faced, Bryce makes it about her pain. She's hurt that Hunt mentioned that they suffered. And the worst part is, Hunt then regret's it, he regrets saying something that hurts Bryce, because he cares about her and feelings. And she does not consider his feelings to the same degree

It just pisses me off

[genericpuff]

to sum up the last post for anyone who doesn't feel like reading an essay tonight

ok this is the pettiest i will be about this because obv if i didn't care i'd just move the fuck on, and i SHOULDN'T care, so let this be my last little 'hoorah' on this with a little added note that i think all of y'all should consider (whether you enjoy my content or not)

rachel has all the freedom to make this comic and make more off it than i'd ever dream of making off my own work (which is like, damn, you go girl, get that coin), that's her choice to do so and none of us can take that way from her nor should we feel like trying lol literally, she's not obligated to care about what I or anyone else thinks because a lot of us are people who just spend way too much of our free time talking about this comic.

but it's our time to spend. we don't tell the fans of this comic how to spend their time discussing it and gushing over it, we can't take that away from you either, more power to you if you can love this work unconditionally.

so that said, i also have the freedom and power to do what i want with my time. even if that means sharing opinions you might think are a "stupid use of my time" or a "waste of my life" or whatever have you. maybe it is stupid but it's my time and i'll use it however i like 🤷‍♀️ especially when it's in my own space on my own blog, it's not like I'm DM'ing or tagging Rachel with my opinions, she doesn't need to see them and I wouldn't consider it in good taste to do that because it would be genuinely awful of me to think I'm entitled to forcing my opinions down RS' throat. I'm just a chronically online weirdo on Tumblr making shitposts and expressing myself in my own way. It's not that complicated.

What's ironic (and kinda shitty ngl) is that we know people have a tendency to send Rachel or her mods "proof" of the criticism from the anti/ULO communities as a way to "do good by her" and notify her of it happening. and all I can say to that is like... really? you know RS is sensitive to criticism so instead of just leaving well enough alone, you send it at her or post it in her own areas where you know she can see? what's the point of that exactly? you want to protect her from harsh criticism or shitposts, that's all well and good, but y'all are doing the complete opposite of that by taking opinions on the internet not meant for her eyes and... putting them directly in front of her eyes. as much disrespect as i may sling at rachel on a daily basis here, she doesn't deserve that - leave her alone, leave me alone, yeah? (‾◡◝)

[eggman-1]

I swear i see more posts complaining about people complaining than people complaining. "People are saying EOW isn't a real zelda game-" bitch WHERE?? WHO??? I'm not asking because i want to find them, but seriously, what are you TALKING about. Where are you finding this

[rosalesbeausderholle]

I like how in my life I went from: "I am intrinsically different from other human beings because I'm smarter and a better person than everyone else, but I will always be alone for it, though" as a child, to "Well, people are very different and not everyone is as bad or as dumb. There's lots of people who are worth it and lots of people who are good and smart. It's not just me!" as a teen, then back again to "I am intrinsically different from other human beings because I'm smarter and a better person than everyone else" as an adult. And yes, I am on antidepressants.

[snowstories]

BOTW's story is kinda weak because it sucks at information distribution, but I think it did a great job incorporating the gameplay into the narrative. Breath of the Wild is an open world game, meaning the onus is naturally on exploration and freedom. By contrasting this main gameplay loop with the memory flashbacks and given information of the past, it manages very naturally create a narrative of past vs present and restriction vs freedom.

Almost everything we see of the past in BOTW creates this stifling feeling of repression. It is a past filled with restriction, where everyone is given a very narrow role to play and punished when they do not play it well enough. Everyone is always prim and proper, anchored by tradition and the 'right' way to do this.

By contrast, in the present, if you want to spend a whole day trying to make your way through Hebra in your underwear, you can just do that. Sure, you can also just beeline for the Divine Beasts and then the castle, but few people (speedrunners not withstanding) will do that, and moreover, people aren't supposed to do that. Breath of the Wild wants you to spend your time fucking around rather than completing your divinely ordained world-saving quest.

This creates a contrast between past and present, where Link and Zelda are pushed into restrictive roles by precisely this destiny. Link is still mostly a vehicle of projection for the player, but is nevertheless established as a character in his own right in the game, and what limited notes of characterization we get indicates that he was absolutely miserable in the past. In memory cutscenes he's stoic and unemotive (probably part deliberate characterization, part effort to preserve his status as a blank slate), and Zelda's diary establishes him as not talking because he's afraid of saying the wrong thing. Whichever way you read his character, he's clearly very repressed.

And in the present he's spending a whole day seeing if he can get a picture of a bug, or eating dubious food, or chasing ducks or whatever. Because that's what you're doing. And since you're probably having a great time, you're gonna project that on the character designed to be projected upon. While I do still think past!Link could have done with a little more emoting, the game overall does a good job utilizing Link's status as a player insert to create/add to the story and its themes.

BOTW's chosen story is one set in the past, mostly about Zelda and her failure to fit into the role she's given. It's a story of restriction and repression. It is a deliberate contrast between the freedom the gameplay gives you. With this, it does a great job incorporating the gameplay into the story; rather than a game where every second you spend screwing around and exploring feels at odds with the urgency of your quest, the fact that Link, the repressed and miserable knight of the past, is screwing around freely feels like character development. Now having the freedom to screw around rather than single-mindedly pursue destiny is the point of the story.

In addition, it adds to the game's overarching theme of past vs present. In the flashbacks, we see an overreliance on Sheikah tech and ancient plans, hailed blindly as a savior when we know exactly this will be everyone's doom. Breath of the Wild never posits that we should ignore or scorn the past; on the contrary, it encourages exploration of it, both in the past with Zelda's character via her fascination with Sheikah tech, and in the present, with encouragement to uncover Link's past and the gameplay's incorporation of Sheikah tech. However, it cautions against worshipping it. The past is something to uncover and honor, but not a thing to live in; ultimately, you must forge your own path in the present. This is reinforced through the freedom of the gameplay and the aforementioned contrast it creates between the past and present. Following the past brought doom upon Hyrule a hundred years ago; doing so again would surely repeat this. You are encouraged to ignore the blueprint of the past and forge your own path. Even and especially if it involves riding your horse everywhere but the plot points.

By the very nature of the game's design, you are creating a story where Link wakes up in a wild future filled with endless possibilities and obtains a freedom that was inherently restricted in the past, letting go of the past and celebrating the future.

It's not groundbreaking or revolutionary or anything, but I think it's a very solid example of incorporating gameplay into the narrative.

[what-shitfuckery-is-this-ew]

I want people to read their scientific articles before sending them to me. Like actually read the entire thing or at least read the conclusion. Reading the first line and thinking that that means you understand the entire topic is very inaccurate, and it makes you look like a joke when i actually read it and find that it contradicts your point.

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

About a month ago my new coworker told me he didn't like LoK (that's fine). When I asked why he said it reminded him too much of The Last of Us 2. And I was like ??????? HuH???? So I asked him to elaborate, and due to time constraints (and maybe him just....refusing to really elaborate????) the most I could get out of him was "Korra/Ellie choosing not to kill Kuvira/Abby at the end" and that was "bad."

AND THAT'S IT! Nothing else, no expansion. So I have to tell y'all, my ass hasn't been ok since. It's keeping me up at night. I'm trying to figure out what he means. Cause the math ain't mathing lemme tell you. I think it's all bullshit TT0TT Like this man had a vision, but god does he need some fucking glasses.

I haven't been this inside my own head since I was debating with air about P5. TT0TT