#like im not mad at “bad literature” im mad they want us to pay $20 for stuff written just as schlocky as unedited un-beta'd

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Op turned off reblogs but I 1000% agree

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12,13, 14, 17, 18, 20, 21,27 for Kira, Kane, Kyleigh & Arnold (yes Im intreuppting this guys work again he can suck it up or stay mad :P ) & 11 for Kira & Kyleigh sorry for the long ask hehe :D

Wow big ask, thanks hun really enjoyed doing this.

What’s their ideal vacation like?

Kira: right now, Sulani without doubt. I need somewhere warm and relaxing. Sulani is literally it, in a word. One of my new friends was there recently I think doing some calendar photoshoot thing. And Francine's mom moved there to be with some island dude she met like 20 years ago or whatevs.

Kane: I think my ideal vacation is just somewhere with house full of babes.

Kyleigh: My travel options are limited, due to my uh... skin condition and dietary requirements. But basically, going somewhere where the Order of the Sun are not would be fantastic.

Arnold: What?! More of these fuckin' questions? *big sigh* oh fuck me... right, fuck... Vacation. Whatever, I'm a billionaire's son I can go wherever the fuck I like, luxury yacht, luxury jet. It don't matter. Fact is my ideal vacation changes and I can choose whatever I want.

What is/was/will be their college major?

Kira: I didn't get to go to college, on account of a shit childhood *looks at Kyleigh*. I would have liked to go. But now I got to help this dickhead with his club. *thumbs to Kane*

Kane: College is for nerds and jocks. Fuck that.

Arnold: I agree with Kane, fuck that. Besides, I don't like teachers, and I especially don't like it when people give me deadlines or try telling me what to do...

Kyleigh: Well, I didn't go to college but Lyra did, so I guess technically I did too, and I, that is, she, got a degree in Literature.

What’s their favorite book genre, if they enjoy reading at all?

Kira: I don't really do reading. Unless its in the drinks recipe book. I love drinking. Sobriety is overrated

Kane: I wait for the movie or the TV show.

Arnold: Reading is a pursuit for those with no life and no resources either, so they can pretend to be somewhere else or somebody else to escape their drab dreary dull little lives... its quite pathetic really.

Kyleigh: I like some of the classics from days gone by, Id say Jules Verne is my favourite. Bram Stoker's dracula is great, and has a special little meaning for me. Also the book Jaws is good too, the film is good too but the book is great also.

What’s the most ridiculous thing they’ve ever spent money on?

Kira: Um... probably that fuckin' pressure cooker. I used it like two times and now its just there gathering dust in the apartment.

Kane: A strip club? Does that count?

Arnold: I spend so much money I don't bother to itemize ever little bit. Because, you know, I'm not poor.

Kyleigh: Right now I'd say getting all these tattoos plastered all over me was the most ridiculous thing I've spent money on.

What’s their dream job?

Kira: My dream job, well I wanted to be a doctor of all things. But I doubt I could cut it. I drink, I smoke, I don't like reading, and I'm a bit impatient, all bad things when one wants to be a doctor.

Kane: I am literally living my dream job, right now.

Arnold: I don't work, I pay others. Fuckin' moron!

Kyleigh: I've never had one of my own. Lyra always wanted to be an archaeologist though... I can't say I would want that.

Who’s their go-to person for advice?

Kira: Karlie. No question. Sometimes, Francine, but mostly Karlie. Francine is too... uh, she's not like us.

Kane: I shall quote my cousin Guy for this one: "I talk to myself. Even I need expert advice occasionally."

Arnold: My father, he's the big boss, he knows the fuckin' score. I talk to him.

Kyleigh: I used to go to Lyra but uh... yeah, kind of made a mess of that. I still have Imani. I need to get her round soon for a catchup.

What’s one secret of theirs that could potentially ruin a relationship they have?

Kira: Erm... I ain't got any secrets. Open book me.

Kane: My lover she is the "smiley killer" so if that got out... I think It'd ruin a lot of things including a relationship.

Arnold: Well, I'm also fucking this other girl called Molly as well as Francine so there's that. Tell anybody about it, and you're fuckin' toast. You get me?

Kyleigh: I had a secret, and I revealed it, and I ruined my relationship with Lyra... So... yeah...

What’s their favorite genre of music?

Kane & Kira: Rock!

Arnold: Fuckin heavy metal man!

Kyleigh: Classical, I play the organ did you know. I love my own musics.

Who’s the most important person in their life?

Kyleigh: Elita is. She's the Chosen One and she's going to do wonderful good things, I know it. She needs me more than anybody.

Kira: Yeah, don't we know that. Elita can do no fucking wrong. Your other kids needed you too mom, but hey, as long as Elita is ok that's all that matters right? So the most important person in my life is my friend Karlie, and followed up by my new friend Adria. They're my bitches and we ride and die together.

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Finking, Finking.

Hi, welcome to my ted talk. (That is the only time I will ever make that joke. This is Fashionski Finks. Expect radically low standards of self-involved rantiness with zero research or accountability from here on out). For a while there I seriously thought that the covid-19 quarantine was going to result in people being increasingly placid and accepting of creeping extensions of the police state. But here I am, getting depressed again, not about the protests, which I love, but more about my relationship to in-group pressure dynamics. One of the problems with being a relentless contrarian is the discomfort of my impulse to rebel against groups even when they’re championing the right thing. I have to find my own way to fight against the system as an outsider. No gods, no masters, no fucking peer pressure.  I’ll never be happy joining a chorus line. I don’t sign fucking petitions (they’re just lists for the NSA). I do donate, but like fuck will I do it performatively. I can’t go to protests cus I get panic attacky in crowds. I empathise pretty strongly with outsiders of all stripes but believe ridiculously excessively in the public good of criticism, and have a nostalgic love of trolling (I like to think I’m gentle with it though). Bring back the troll! We need that fucker, he’s a sign of a healthy internet. I’m writing this blog thing as an extension of my need to vent my extreme negativity. TBH I never expected to get any followers with ted twitter and the bizarre welcomingness of the hf twitter community totally wrongfooted me. I’m not nice. Ted isn’t meant to likable. He’s my dark side. I was meant to be using this alt as a way to terrorise the nice nice (secretly cruel) fashion people. I’m gunna try and up that aspect more. Just bear in mind, my complaints are largely about the system, but if I see you perpetuating fashion’s entrenched anti-intellectualism or its insidery bullshit, I’ll come for you with a little meta-bomb with your name on it. Maintaining my misanthropic tone does take work tho, like, deep down in some twisted part of my psyche, I guess I do actually want to be liked. It’s fucked up.

I suppose it’s only fair to explain this Ted fursona. Like, new concept, who dis? Why all the furry porn? …..because I just think it’s hilarious. Every time I think about the furries I cackle (not at them, mind). I just love the mad corruption of pure Disney aesthetics into hardcore pornography. That’s anti-authoritarian as fuck. I love the sincerity of their culture. The way the crazy fetish aspect means they’ll never be fully blandified by mainstream acceptance. The way it’s so cringe but so delightful. And more seriously, I’m interested in how a culture of mostly gay male nerds developed to the point where they’ll invest 10k in custom fursuits and support eachother’s independent businesses in ways that the fashion community completely fails to do. The fashion world sucks. There’s so many correlations there that I want to investigate: the newness (furries date from around the 70s, fashion culture in its self-aware state dates from the late 19th C – both very young fields); the centralisation/decentralisation; the hierarchy (furries can be pretty catty, I have discovered in my research, and we all know what fashion people are like); the adoption of new identities; the cis-boy gayness aspect (I’m increasingly tired of the extreme nasty hierarchy of certain CSM queens. It’s all very UGH. Just, fuck those particular bitches.) There’s more to the furry love, but I’ll explore it in future posts.

More importantly, why Ted fucking Kaczynski? I’m not like, actually a terrorist. (….yet. tehehe. NO, seriously I like non-maiming violence. Fuck yeah to property damage. Fuck yeah to disabling the system in extreme way. But no to wooden IEDs. Think of my shitty jokes that fail to land as my hand-crafted bombs). I think I like the shitness of Ted. He was just an epic fail of a terrorist. I’m a little white girl living in London. I’m not actually a primitivist, as much as I crave a hut in the woods. I did go to an elite school though. I had some really shitty experiences in the fashion industry in my early 20s, and I watch my friends who are relatively successful in that system and I get so angry on their behalf at their poor treatment. They think I’m too angry. Fuck that. They should be more angry, and the fact that they can’t be angry at their extreme precarity and the fact they’re still insecure and terrified of being ejected by the system after all their investment and skills they’ve built up is BULLSHIT. I’ll be double angry for them, I’m not invested in that system. I don’t need it to pay my rent. I’m free, motherfuckers, and I’m coming for the abusers and exploiters. If you’re a complacent industry figure not fighting hard from within, uggghhhhh fuck you. Yes, YOU. Soooo, I relate pretty hard to the MK ultra stuff. (go look him up, he was basically tortured and experimented upon by the elite). But there’s a pretty big chasm between my views and his, and I’ll try to be clear about the extent of my interest in his extreme beliefs. I haven’t even finished reading the manifesto. Basically, I watched that shitty show on Netflix with sam worthington around the same time I watched Joker (that movie fucked me up) and thought it’d be a good outlet to larp online as a terrorist. There’s the angry white alt-right school shooter aspect, which I’m still figuring out, cus I’m non-binary and I was raised by nutso trumpy right-wingers, who I barely speak to anymore, and I struggle to get along with people generally. There’s sad, self-pitying rage here. I empathise with the angry white dudes too much. I feel guilty about it. That’s good ground for artmaking (yes, shamefully, this…is…art. Sorry). I modelled this fursona a little after my brother, who I spent years living with and arguing with and trying to lift out of his scary racist youtube rabbit holes. This is actually quite an emotional thing for me, cus I did the ‘talk to your fascist family’ thing. And I completely failed. I realised his right-winginess wasn’t lessening, I wasn’t gaining ground, and in fact my excessive empathy and desire to reach out to the relative most similar to me in character meant his extremism was rubbing off on me. Making me more resentful and depressed. Feeling powerless. I was being too kind-hearted and forgiving of his masculine impotence. So I’m exploring some personal shit here. But Ted is also a cute lil fuzzball teddy bear. He means well, but me being super autistic and faily at social skills means he’s kind of a dick, cus I am. I’m going to try and further develop this character, this POV, and this post is the only time I’ll explain the divide between him and his creator (moi). The ‘I’ on the twitter and here is Ted Fashionski, I need that space between me and him. Masks give us this freedom to be more ourselves. Internet culture has lost a lot of its wild brutal anonymity in the last decade or so, now everyone’s afraid of making mistakes. How the hell do you grow if you’re not allowed to fuck up? This is a vital outlet. He’s become an important part of my life and I have to say, I love being Ted Fashionski. He’s like Paddington Bear who just escaped form Guantanamo or something.

I get pretty fatigued as a matter of course. I’m a long-term depressive since childhood. I have a difficult time keeping my hard-on for living. I don’t get suicidal really but I do struggle with extreme fatigue. I sleep a lot. I often fall into spirals of self-hate. And as someone who utterly believes in revolutionary leftist politics, I beat myself up about not doing enough. I’m so middle class and english and white. I was raised in such a chauvinistic and complacent culture; I don’t even know where to start. I’m wading my way through post-colonial literature and beating myself up for finding it boring and uncomfortable. It’s hard to force yourself to acknowledge your culture is The Bad Guys. It’s easier to fall into fanstasies of supremacy and butthurt misunderstoodness. And it’s not like my depressive brain needs any encouragement to hate me. My trajectory is ever leftwards, but I remember the righteous fury of being right-wing. I get it, that was me. We need more paths back from fascism, more comprehension of why people are that kind of shitty. I talk less, and less well, the more depressed I am. If I’m talking, it means im feeling a lot better. Just, fyi.

Give me a minute to be critical here. With the George Floyd protests, a lot of the cool guys on fashion twitter has gone blazingly hardcore on the political side. But there’s this troubling rhetoric about ‘no return to normal content’ or ‘this isn’t the time for fashion’. Like fuck it isn’t. This is a key problem with fashion culture right here, we have this received perception of fashion as empty escapism. Escapism matters in fashion, yes. But seriously, talking about the surfaces of things does not equal not caring about deeper meaning. What the fuck. Clothes are a connective tissue, a membrane between us. They’re emotional and powerful. We can talk about things that matter THROUGH clothes. I speak fashion, pretty fucking well. Most people who work at fashion magazines are morons with no understanding or respect for their subject. They’re incapable of doing it justice, and that’s deliberate. On this tumblr you’ll see rants and reviews of fashion and other artforms, always interpreting through a fashion lens. cus it matters, cus it’s a vital part of the culture, cus just because something has a glittery, seductive surface doesn’t mean it doesn’t communicate or contain depth. There’s no going back to ‘normal fashion content’, yes. Normal fashion content is a fucking psyop to divert legitimate interest in aesthetics amongst largely non-academic dyslexic visual types away from careful thought/feeling and towards empty consumerist commericiality. The traditional fashion media wants you to express yourself and your interest in the zeitgeist through buying more shit. Another fashion world is possible. Let’s destroy the old and build a new one, one where surface and spirit are connected and true and fashion can’t be abused in service of evil industrial monopolists.

/end rant. TLDR: angry fictional teddy bear with tin-foil hat and an eco-anarchist fetish says no to stupid fashion and yes to the renewal of conceptual fashion. Also, Fuck White People.