#none of that matters when im consuming media

[spill-that-anxietea]

Fuck the post-binge spiral is hitting so hard rn. I am drowning lmao

[starlightazriel]

bad boy az part 5

warnings: 18+ , 16/18 age gap, angst, death, overdose, heartbreak, self loathing/sabotage, childhood trauma/abuse, drug addiction/abuse, dark rough az, degradation, smut

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Visiting my grandparents with a broken heart was like torture. Forced smiles and laughs at dinner, which they insisted had to be an outing every single night, since it wasnt often that we came to visit. Christmas dinner had been the only exception. I checked my cellphone relentlessly but there was absolutely no sign of him, not on social media, no texts... No calls... As if none of it had ever even happened, my only reminder that it was all in fact very real were the text conversations which I was now re reading over and over.

There was one particular day that I had been sick, and he sent me a photo of himself a bored solemn expression on his face, I had saved that one, not even believing how incredibly sexy he was. That someone that sexy was even talking to me, let alone fucking me.

you could have told me you were ditching today butterfingers. horrible without you.

im sick, im not ditching. it can't be that bad, you haven't even spoke to me at school all week azriel

i know im not good at saying how i feel but everything is better with you

I remembered the way my heart had nearly jumped out of my chest reading that. How could he say things like that but not want anything to do with a relationship with me? How could we have sex like that and him not feel anything for me?

Maybe it wasn't that, maybe he was just afraid of what he felt. I knew that he had been different around me, I knew that I had gotten a version of him that no one else did. Maybe he had just created that for me, maybe he just really needed help with his classes.

It didnt matter the reason. He was gone anyway, he had offered to be friends but ignored me, granted I had only sent one text, using every ounce of self control that I had not to call him our keep texting him until he gave me something, even if it was just to let me know that he was okay.

-

Azriel was out of his mind. He was spiraling. Nothing helped, nothing worked to get her out of his head. Sure, he could dull his senses enough not to feel anything, but whenever the substance of choice wore off it was always just her there. Her crying and puffy face, her eyes that showed him pure heartbreak, her first heart break, and he knew all too well how that felt.

Though for him it hadn't been a girl, it had been his mom, leaving him alone with his monster of a father. Saving herself but not taking him with her, for all she knew she could have been leaving her little boy to die. He remembered how his first heart break had felt like darkness consuming him, like all the air had been sucked out of his lungs, like no matter how hard he tried to swim up there was something holding him under water. And he did that to y/n. It was haunting almost every one of his thoughts, it made him feel sick to his stomach with guilt. And there was the fact that he missed her, more than anything or anyone that he had ever missed, more than he had missed his mother even in those first few years after she left.

The first night, he had gone to a rave with Rhys and Cass. They raved until 4 am, rolling on Molly, a sea of bodies and heat. He had fucked someone that night, figuring that if anything got his mind off of her it would be some new pussy. Of course that hadn't worked, and really it only made things worse since he had woken up to a text from her. im sorry for anything i said when i was drunk. maybe we can talk when i get back. He hadn't responded, feeling too guilty that he had fucked someone the very night after he broke her heart. While she had been thinking about him, thinking that she had done something wrong, he had been high out of his mind fucking some random in a dirty bathroom. But this was the very reason that he knew breaking it off was the right choice in the first place. He was and always would be a shit bag.

He had been at Rhys and Cass' place every day, they knew something was wrong with him but they didnt pry. They let him cope how he always did, skated with him at the indoor skate park til they were all battered and sore, drunk with him, partied with him, got stoned and high with him.

"You sure you don't want to talk about it? You've been dipping into your stash a lot, starting to get a little concerning," Rhys raises a brow, scaling out some weed into eighth bags. He hadn't realized how quiet he had been. He also hadn't necessarily realized that they'd noticed he was dabbling in substance just a little bit more than usual.

"Yeah, no Im good," he shrugs, rising to his feet, dusting off ashes that had collected on his clothing from smoking. "I should go," he bid them both goodbye before exiting the apartment.

He didnt miss the look of concern they exchanged between each other.

-

Azriel stood in the door way to his living room, almost frozen in shock. The tv was distant background noise even though the volume was almost all the way up. If he didnt know any better he thought the days of rolling were getting to his head and that he was hallucinating it.

His father was face down in vomit and broken glass, he must have fallen into the coffee table and shattered it when he passed out. He didnt have to check, the silence, the white noise buzzing in his ears to the point he almost couldn't hear anything else at all told him that his father was dead. He had probably been dead for hours based on the dryness at the edges of the pool of vomit underneath him.

He didnt feel an ounce of sadness, he didnt know how to feel really, right now, he thought it had to be pure shock. Azriel reached down and picked up a cigarette from a pack that head been on the floor, he lit it, staring down at his fathers body, thinking about every horrible thing he had put him through. The scene before him reminded him about a night when he was fourteen years old, he had stolen his dad's bottle of Jameson and drank the entire thing out of boredom. Rhys and Cass had been away that summer, so he remembered how horribly bored and how much trouble he had gotten into that year. He remembered being so sick never having drank that much before, he remembered throwing up on his hands and knees, his dad kicking him down into his own pile of vomit beneath him. He had watched him struggle to get up, time and time again, he would just laugh kick him down again until Azriel was so weak and dehydrated and physically exhausted, with nothing left in his system to vomit he had just dry heaved, laying there in his own throw up. "Lay there and think about what you did," his dad had growled while tying a thin piece of plastic around his upper arm in preparation to shoot up.

"Goodnight dad," Azriel smirked, letting out a small chuckle at the irony of the situation. He threw the cigarette butt into the center of the pool of vomit, watching it sizzle out. "Lay there and think about what you did," he says and turns before retreating upstairs to his room. His fathers body would be a tomorrow issue.

-

Before the police had come, Azriel gathered every bit of paraphanelia and all of his drug money that was hidden under the floor boards and stuffed everything into a bag that went into his trunk. He knew he wasnt a suspect or anything, the town cops were well acquainted with his father and it was an easy open and shut overdose case. Still, he didnt want to risk getting bagged for something else when they were collecting evidence.

Azriel sat on the porch now, smoking a cigarette while he watched the paramedics haul his dad's black plastic wrapped body into the ambulance to be taken to the morgue, a bored expression on his face. He felt more empty than he had in a long time, he didnt know if it was the fact that he had been doing ecstasy for almost the entire week, the fact that he had found his father dead and overdosed the night before, or if it was the fact that he couldn't just pick up his phone and call y/n anymore.

He had been asked to do a news piece. Of course they were covering his deadbeat, nothing father's death on the local news. In a small town like this they had to cover everything for there to be anything to talk about. He had obviously declined, though he knew they would still use his fathers name, probably show his house... "Chief, I gotta get outta here," Azriel had tossed the cigarette off of his porch and was standing now, his hands shoved into the pocket of his hoodie.

"Youre good Azriel, just leave the door open for evidence and the hazmat team," the place chief nods and Azriel retreats to his room, packing his things to stay at Rhys and Cass' place for a few nights. Death was like a blanket that now covered his entire house, and he couldn't handle it.

-

Returning to school was just as miserable as being at my grandparents house. There was a buzz in the air about something, I didnt bother to try and figure out what it was. Nothing besides grades and Azriel really mattered anymore, even though the latter was only an empty hole in my chest at this point. I didnt expect to see him at school, I knew he would probably skip the first few days, and even if he didnt I knew I was the last person he wanted to see.

"Y/n," Maggie says a little breathlessly, jogging up to my locker at the end of the day. "Ive literally been looking for you all day, did you hear about Azriel?" she asks, my head snaps to the side, my eyes landing on hers. She knew about everything that happened with Azriel and her stance was that all boys are the same and he was just afraid to commit. No matter how many times I tried to tell her that Azriel wasn't like anyone else, she didn't listen.

"What happened?" I asked quickly, immediately assuming the worst, jail, car accident. I should have paid more attention to the gossip earlier.

"He found his dad... Like dead, in his house, drug overdose, you didnt hear?" she says, her brows furrowing slightly. "Literally like two or three days ago. It's so fucked, have you talked to him?" she asks, I just blink a few times, staring back at her. The thought of Azriel finding his dad like that made my gut twist, I wanted to cry.

"Um, no," I said quietly, hugging my text book to my chest. "He's still not speaking to me," I tack on quietly, now feeling guilty for not trying to reach out again. "I gotta go Maggie, thanks for letting me know," I close my locker, turning toward the door.

"Are you okay?" she asks, I could feel her watching after me, I turn my head back to give her a reassuring nod.

"I'm fine."

-

I knocked on Azriels door after school every day for three days straight. He didnt come to school, he didnt call, he didnt text, despite the number of texts I had now sent him. It was a new day now, Thursday and still he wasnt at school, so I took the familiar route to his house and knocked on his door three times. My heart leapt when the door swung open only a few moments later, my lips parted in surprise when it wasnt Azriel there, but a woman.

"Can I help you sweetie?" She was middle aged, wrinkles forming around her eyes and corners of her mouth. Tan skin and black hair like Azriels, and that wasnt the only thing they shared. She had Azriels eyes. Those beautiful, pooling, mysterious hazel eyes.

His mother?

"I-" I stuttered softly, staring up at her. "I was just looking for Azriel," I finally manage to get out.

"Well that makes two of us," she says and clicks her tongue. "Ive contacted the school, and he hasn't been there, police say I can't file a missing persons yet because he's eighteen-" she rambled before stopping herself. "Come in, it's freezing," she adds but I shake my head.

"Oh, no that's okay thank you. Ive got to get home," I swallow hard, turning away from her, I hear her bidding me goodbye and I only wave in response, not turning back around.

-

Azriels brows furrow in confusion at the silver, new looking car in his drive way when he returns later that night to grab fresh clothes and take a good shower. He planned to stay home that night, needing a bed instead of a couch, his back was aching. Not that he had been sleeping much, he was doing too much molly, he hadn't gotten a good nights sleep since the last night he had slept with y/n which had been weeks ago now, since he stupidly hadnt taken his chance to sleep next to her one last time after she declared her love. He had been too afraid.

He was sure though, that she didn't really love him, she loved the way that he fucked her, the way he ate her pussy, maybe even the way he looked. But he wasn't lovable, someone like her couldn't just love someone like him.

He pushes the door to his house open and cautiously walks in, stopping in his tracks when he sees his mother sitting at the counter. He turns around, looks back again, rubs his eyes once. Surely this was a hallucination. She was quiet, surveying him, after eleven years he had changed a lot, he wasn't the little boy that she had left. He was tall now, built, covered in tattoos.

"What are you doing here? What do you want? Cuz' there's sure as fuck no inheritance or will if that's what you're after," he practically spits, coldly, as he surveyed her as well. This was real, it was very real. He noted the wedding bands on her finger, and nearly laughed out loud. She winces at his tone and aggression, rising to her feet as she continues to stare at her son that she hadn't seen in so long.

"Ive been waiting for you all day. I came to see if you needed any help with the funeral or if you wanted to come stay with me and your sisters-"

"Just stop there, because they are not my sisters. You are not my family. I don't want to see you, I don't want you here," eleven years of anger was coursing through him. How dare she come here. How dare she show her face here like everything was just normal. Guilt flashes across her face and her throat bobs as she clutches her bag in her hand.

"I am sorry Azriel. I was young... I made a mistake-"

"It's too late for any of that. Im grown now," he scoffs, watching as tears threaten to fall from her eyes. He didnt feel the least bit guilty, he hoped that she suffered from her choices. "You left me here to die, you only cared about yourself. You promised a seven year old boy that you would come back for him and you never did. Do you know how many times he almost killed me?" the words were flowing from him and he wasnt sure if it was the lack of serotonin from too much x or if it was simply all the pent up anger and aggression that he had. She just stood in stunned silence, silent tears running down her face. "You come back now? Like that makes anything better? Thinking what? That I would run into your arms and away into the sunset with you and your new family?" He walked to the door, opening it for her and jerking his head toward it. "I don't know why you would come here, you're sick for even thinking that it was a good idea. And Im sick looking at you, get the fuck out of my house," he growls quietly, and she stares back at him opening her mouth to say something else but realizes there was nothing she could say that would ever make him forgive her.

He slammed the door shut behind him, his lungs felt like they were caving, his chest physically ached from the emotional turmoil. Seeing his mother was far more painful than his dads dead body days ago. He noticed though, that with the pain, there was some sort of closure he felt from screaming all those things at her.

He knew that he should go back to Rhys and Cass' place, he knew he shouldn't stay here, especially after that. He shouldn't be alone right now, but being alone was what he did best. It was easier than anything else.

-

The next day after school, I had been much more hesitant when I walked toward Azriels door. I noted his car in front though, which made my heart leap, my stomach churned with nerves.

Something had unsettled me about Azriels mother being there. Something felt wrong about seeing her there yesterday. There wasnt exactly much I knew about Azriels childhood. I knew it was abusive, I knew she left, I knew that he didnt deserve any of what he went through. I knew it tortured him more deeply than he let on, no one in the world was that strong. I hoped she wasnt there again today. I needed to talk to him, I needed to get him to myself, there was so much I wanted to say to him, though, I didnt know if I would really have the courage once we were face to face.

I knocked three times, just like I had yesterday, I waited a few minutes, knocked two more times. "Im fuckin coming, damn," his voice sends my heart soaring and my gut reeling. He swings open the door, and my eyes instantly meet his, he's surprised, I can tell that much. But his eyes are distant, besides the slight surprise he's not wearing any emotion besides maybe exhaustion, his normally tan skin is slightly pale, dark circles ringing the bottom of his eyes. "Y/n, I didnt realize it was you. Im- Im sorry," I wonder if he's as much at a loss for words as I am.

Worry gnawed at me as I stared up at him. I couldn't see any light there, he didnt look okay. He clears his throat expectantly and I realize that I haven't said a single word. "Im sorry you found your dad," I blurt out before swallowing the lump that was growing in my throat. I didnt exactly think that Im sorry for your loss was the right thing to say in this scenario, I knew Azriel better than that. I had seen the hatred burn behind his eyes when talking about his father.

Azriel softens only the tiniest bit, he lets out a small sigh, "did you want to come in?" He asks, stepping aside so that I could walk in. I found myself wondering where Azriel had found him, less than a week ago someone died in here. I tried not to think about it too much. "Sorry about the mess," he mutters, shutting the door before nodding toward the stairs, I walk the familiar path toward his room and the sight of his room makes my stomach turn as I recalled how clean it had been the first time I saw it.

Definitely not okay. There were clothes everywhere, random pills on random surfaces, some crushed up and some still whole, if it hadn't of been for the few random pizza boxes I would have thought he wasnt eating at all, there were empty liquor bottles, some paperwork strewn about that probably had to do with the funeral... It was bad, I felt sick. I swallowed a lump in my throat and turned, he seemed so distant, so unfazed. Was he on something?

"Azriel..." I whispered, he stared back at me, reading my expression before shaking his head.

"Don't say anything butterfingers," I take a step toward him, he visibly tenses which makes me hesitate. I just wanted to run to him. I wanted to take all of his pain away, I almost didnt even recognize myself anymore... When had I even started caring about things other than school? Of course I was still at the very top of my class, but I was so damn distracted these days... His eyes drift to my lips and my cheeks flush slightly, I was so damn nervous, the last time I saw him he had ripped my heart out of my chest. "Come here," his voice is husky, almost a whisper, his eyes are still jaded and dark. It almost scares me, the way he's looking at me. I advance slowly toward him my fingers shaking, breaths ragged.

"You want me to fuck you don't you?" he turns his chin up, looking down his nose at me, his words are rough now, a little louder and more forceful as he looks me up and down, my lips part in surprise, at a loss for words. "You just can't stay away can you?" he chuckles softly, and he grabs my face roughly, forcing me to look up and fully meet his gaze, I gasp in surprise, making him huff out another amused breath. Adrenaline courses through me and I can't tell if Im more afraid or more turned on, my heart pounds wildly against my chest as I stare up at him. "You just want my cock, stuffing you all night making you scream," he moves his fingers down, gripping my throat now, his long fingers lightly squeezing. I moaned quietly, gasping for breath.

"They do say it's always the quiet ones, the shy ones," he snickered softly, I felt so small underneath him. He squeezed a little tighter, the way he was looking at me. He was so cold, angry even. Did he really believe that's all I wanted from him? Did he really think I didnt mean it when I told him I loved him? "You like the way I fuck you don't you? You like the way I eat your pussy while you cum over and over again? My greedy little slut," his voice rattled through me, I couldn't speak, I only whimpered in response as he pushed me down roughly onto the couch. My body buzzed, my pussy aching with need for him, I didnt care how he was treating me. I didnt care about anything except the fact that I could have him again.

"Is this what you want?" he asks, shoving my face into the arm of the couch, I moaned softly as he ripped my shirt down, my nipples rubbing against the rough fabric of the sofa. My pants are next, and he rips them down with such force I have to hang on tightly to the couch to brace myself. He grips my hips tightly, not even bothering to get me fully undressed. I cry out as he slams his cock into me, filling me all the way up without so much as a warning. Yes, this was exactly what I wanted... What I had been needing. Him. Filling me, close to me, panting over me. "I fucking missed you," he admits, his fingers digging into my hip bones as he fucks me harder than he ever had. I cried out in pleasure, the feelings of pain and pleasure mixing in the best of ways.

"Azriel," I moaned, feeling closer and closer as he pounded into me so deliciously deep. Hes rough, hands needy and gripping me hard, I knew I would be covered in bruises. It felt too damn good to worry about anything. "Oh yes," I moaned again, my body going limp as I came all over him. He lets out a long low groan, continuing to fuck me with everything he had before he collapses on top of me. We lay like that in silence for a few long minutes as we catch our breath, my heart is still racing, nerves churning as I didnt even know how to feel or what to say.

"Are you okay?" I finally break the silence, I instantly regret it as the second I do he's off of me, pulling his pants back up and tucking himself away.

"Im fine, I'll give you a ride," he says coolly and a lump rises in my throat as I scramble to get dressed. It felt like the room was spinning.

"I thought maybe we could hang out or-"

"I told you y/n I can't have a relationship with you, you want to have sex with me, I gave you what you wanted. Im sorting shit out right now. I can't give you anything else," he shrugs, looking down at me now, I could see his mask. I could see he was putting on a face, no matter how well he could fool everyone else.. I could see the cracks.

I didnt hold back when I screamed at him.

"You're fucking scared Azriel!" I wanted to throw something at him, I wanted to hurt him, embarrass him like he had just done to me. No matter how much I had enjoyed it he had just degraded me and fucked me and was now trying to kick me out. "You do this to yourself! You're so fucking afraid of feeling something besides hate or anger that you just push it all away and look at you now I mean what the fuck are you doing? You're doing all kinds of pills and shit every day now? Now you're acting like your father. You are your own worst fucking enemy Azriel," I cry out watching him wince at my words, visibly flinch like they had dealt him a blow.

I knew I was cruel, I knew the things I said were horrible and hateful but I hadn't been able to help myself. Not after he treated me like that.

-

a/n ooooops lol thoughts????

[gaylienz]

everyone forgive me but im gonna rant a bit about something stupid that literally doesnt really matter at all but still makes me mad so.

just i cant quite believe the audacity of new people who come into a fandom space and then get absolutely furious about what they find to the point where they create self policing rules and regulations about what is 'acceptable' behavior....as if that isn't the wildest thing ever? as if fandom isn't supposed to be fun? as if it isnt about taking a piece of media, art, something you FEEL things about and just tearing it to shreds (in a good way), consuming it and writing and drawing and interacting, engaging with a story....as if that isnt the most human thing ever?? i'll be clear and say that this is about people who came into the invader zim fandom after the movie came out and thought that they could police the place...it still flabbergasts me all these kids who's views on the world were so...black and white and non-nuanced when the very show/movie/comic they were enjoying was all about the ways people aren't good or evil but just people (stupid people but people none the less).

im not sure if its quite possible to get across the vitriol directed at something so innocuous...most of it was about shipping bc of course. again, this is about a cartoon made by a guy who wrote johnny the homicidal maniac....and characters that are decades old at this point...with a fandom full of people in their 20s/30s/40s+ bc we all grew up re-watching the show over and over again. people made call out posts and sent anon hate and suicide bait and created like lists of known 'ped*s' as if wanting two fictional characters from a stupid show to kiss and hold hands was the same as something so utterly horrendous and vile. almost as if it's the literal easiest way to dehumanize and 'other' whatever gives you that knee jerk disgust reaction....

literally if anyone had any type of understanding of nuance, shit wouldn't have gotten to the point of people being driven off the website...where the IZ fandom is right now where its littered with empty and deactivated accounts bc y'all kids and others without critical thinking skills created a hostile ass fucking space that no one wanted to step foot in unless they got dog-piled and/or doxxed.

i wonder what the problem was?

was it REALLY the people who believed in seeing SOMETHING like LOVE between fictional cartoon characters?

or was it those who decided that those people MUST BE irredeemable monsters and child predators without thinking TWICE?

[blueskittlesart]

i think you should be allowed to complain about whatever you want forever (and as someone who has been absolutely dying a thousand deaths over the currently planned live action how to train your dragon movie i completely understand this flavor of anguish)

sure sometimes positivity can be good, but sometimes u gotta start eating the walls and yelling to the sky about your misery (it’s cathartic <3). i am so very sorry you are joining the “bad live action movie made purely for money that has no shot of capturing what i love about this media” club, and i hope that at some point in the future it will be able to hurt at least a little less

it's like. idk. like i know that im at best a niche internet microcelebrity but it does kind of feel like im at the point where im being held to a weirdly high standard for. posts on a dying blogging website. like as far as i'm concerned i've never marketed this as an overtly positive space. i complain constantly. i've built this blog around media analysis and critical reads of the things i enjoy, whether those reads are positive or negative. but it's gotten to the point where any time i post an even minimally divisive opinion i get someone who is angry that i even dared to have an opinion at all. i've been very open on this blog about what these games mean to me and how much of my life is tied up in them. I became an artist in part because of my love for them. they have driven the success of my career over the past 5 years. I don't think it's unreasonable for me to be disappointed when something like this happens even if it's "just a game" or "just a movie" especially when my entire brand of content is posting about the game in question. i feel sort of insane. like, you all understand that i'm a person, right? that when i post things they come from my real human brain with real human thoughts and emotions? That i'm not curating my thoughts and opinions for you to consume? I'm just posting. i have a big audience but i am still just posting. and no one understands more than me how insane it is that i'm saying all this in response to posts on my legend of zelda fan blog. but like. i need you all to understand that you can't just tell people to not feel something that they are feeling and expect them to react positively to that, no matter what the context is.

anyways none of this is directed at you the asker im just using you as a vessel lmao but thank you for your support. i am nothing if not a hater and i will continue to be a hater until the end of time god bless 🙏🙏🙏

[etherealspacejelly]

I fear that i would be sad and becoming a hateful bigot that calls anything that’s different to the norm ‘bad’.How do i become not like this?

well i think the first thing to do is to throw out the idea that you have any clue what 'normal' even is! because none of us do!

normal is a very subjective term. it is affected by the country you grew up in, the culture and religion of your family, the media you consume regularly, the people you spend time with most often, the list goes on

you will never truly understand the vast extent of The Human Experience because there will always be experiences you cannot relate to or empathise with no matter how hard you try. so you need to get into the mindset that Every Single Human Being deserves basic human rights no matter what. they deserve healthcare, housing, food and water, bodily autonomy, etc. because in a society where your rights can be taken away because you did something Bad, the people in charge will find a way to make the people they dont like into Bad People, so that they can get away with taking their rights away. see: homosexuals are paedophiles, trans women are predators, Muslims are terrorists, etc. etc. etc.

the only way to ensure your rights never be taken away is to make sure No Ones Rights Can Be Taken Away Ever, yes even Those people. yes, them too. when i say no one, i mean no one.

keeping an open mind and listening to other peoples experiences is also highly important. if something makes you uncomfortable, sit with that. think about Why it makes you uncomfortable, and whether that is a rational thing to feel about it or if it is a knee jerk reaction that was taught to you by your family or the society you grew up in.

you will have to accept that you Are going to be wrong about some things. you are not always the good guy in every story. you will say bigoted things or be ignorant about something or offend someone, even if you never intended to. and your response to that should not be "omg i didnt mean it im not a bigot i would never do anything bigoted my mums brothers dogs cousin is [insert minority group]!!", it should be "ok, i messed up here. i clearly have much more to learn on this subject. im so sorry for [thing you did/said] and for any harm it caused, i will educate myself so that this doesnt happen again."

and its important to remember that having some internalised bigoted beliefs doesnt make you an Evil Person, you were just raised in a bigoted society. of course you're going to pick these things up thats what humans do! we learn from and copy the behaviours of those we grow up with as children. but you do have to do the work to challenge those beliefs and educate yourself. i believe that people should always be given the opportunity to grow and change, and that often times bigoted behaviour comes from a place of ignorance and fear. these people will never change their beliefs if we treat them like irredeemable monsters, it will just push them further away.

anyway thats my take on it i suppose. other people will have different opinions. i hope this helped you in some way :)

[icyberrydoesthat]

reasons why i think my parents pissed off a fairy before i was born (why i think im cursed)

cursed pieces of media always seem to find me

im not exaggerating when i say ive seen more than my fair share of fucked up stuff. it always seems to land on my cellular device or my piece of paper. ill be simply enjoying a show or consuming a book as one does and the most heinous thing will happen and ill be expected to just carry on. and now i do just that, i keep calm and carry on. more specifically theres one topic that seems to pop up a lot (tw!!) incest.....now now you may be thinking "what!? incest....id drop whatever it was and go reconnect with nature...weirdo" now now lets not jump to conclusions, 9/10 that movie/book/manga/whatever is actually really good (the other 1/10 lands you in therapy) and the incest or whatever never progresses the plot at all, but is a big enough plotwist to give me whiplash. and dont you worry, ive got an example. last year, i needed a book so i went to my schools library with a friend. about 10 mins of searching resulted in no book i felt inclined to read....until my friend gasps, a book in her hands..."Shadowhunters"?? i had never heard of it but apparently it was a big part of her childhood, something that soothed the gaping hole Twilight left...okay ill read i said. reading the first few chapters was great, i could practically smell an enemies to lovers and the big mystery of who and where mc's brother is was lingering in the back, my type of book i thought happily. little did i know....mc and ml were infact revealed to be siblings......i dropped my book. i had already thought it was weird that ml's adoptive brother had a crush on him but that gets crushed quick and now this...? now you may be thinking isnt it illegal or sum to promote incest..? and yes u are right, so you can imagine my deep sense of relief i felt when mc and ml were infact not related... because i didnt know how much more i could take of the ml yearning for his literal sister..(he was relentless...). but it doesnt stop there, for all you sickos out there, the author still managed to weasel some incest in. when the ml and mc are still believed to be siblings by them and everyone, another ml enters, this boy is perfect, maybe even a better fit for mc, girl is feeling it too. turns out this second guy is none other than.....her brother !! shocked you didnt it...(hes completely sick and knows the entire time....he wants his sister). but dont worry guys other than that, Shadowhunters is really good, character development? chefs kiss. i luv isabelle.

all my pens perish

im not exaggerating when i say i probably go through 6 pens a week, either they explode in my school blazer, completely new pens dry out in my pencil case, snap or most common cause, i lose them. i try pencil and the lead snaps in the middle so now matter how much i sharpen it, it will never be useful again. this is a cry for help, any stationary reccs??

i lose everything all the time

would you believe me if i said ive lost my keys a total of 5 times this year? well dont. because ive lost them 7 times and only 3 of the times have they been returned. im a regular at the keymaker.... how many of you can you say that??? i hope none, i wouldnt wish this on my worst enemy. i think this 'losing stuff' thing ties in rather nicely into my fish memory too, im pretty convinced ive got a rare amnesia that hasnt been discovered yet. its almost impossible, scratch that, it is impossible for me to remember everything for school the next day, ill always forget at least one thing. my friends will try referencing a supposedly funny/memorable thing that happened and ill just stare. theyll stare back and then do everything in their power to try to make me remember...nothing works.

my friends always have the same crushes as me

you may be thinking, well thats kind of normal for a group of girls that hang around eachother to have the same taste in people and i i thought so too, until it was such a regular thing i just stopped telling them about my crushes. i do have a story, start scene-its the end of a history lesson and im really happy, its been good lesson and i love history. im abit tired because its P5, the end of the day, for that reason, im lagging just a little, i leave my book usually at school because ive got two and my bag doesnt need any added weight . as im packing, a boy, a desk away from mine, walks over and takes my book to the cabinet, some thing he really did not need to do. and i don't know why but i guess im attracted to people being nice, even if it was just a decent human being doing just decent things... the next day, i realise i do want this boy, sadly. i had noticed him before, hes the kind of pretty that doesnt need to exist in a boy but if it does, he unfortunately becomes an object of envy. long lashes, blonde hair, droopy kinda eyes that make him look sleepy all the time. we had just never talked, seeing as we never had reason to. the next day, in a maths lesson, my friend says, "hey don't you think so and so is cute..." as shocked as i was, partly because this friend had been gushing about a different boy an hour ago and partly because it had happened again, i think i played the "really? maybe if i squint really hard he's meh" role really well....long story short, they're dating now....

now youve read my reasoning, there are more...but i just cant remember, i just know you see what i mean. my parents deffo pissed off some magical being and in return it cursed their firstborn daughter.

xoxo

A

ps: this is actually my second time re writing this because i accidentally deleted but the world just needed to know...ty for reading to the end <3

[lordrandreaming]

Unwanted Arcana opinion that might put me in hot water below:

I think the writing is incredibly lackluster, for personalities, interactions, and so on.

I noticed, as I neared the end of Julian's route, the writing lost it's fire. It seemed.. Confused. Like whoever wrote it had no idea where this was all going. You can tell, there was a change in writing.

Lucio, Muriel, and Portia are especially victims of this sudden change, because it just felt like they were given 'filler' personalities and stories. No one is hit harder than Portia. Followed by Muriel.. Followed by Lucio.

Now I like Lucio. But.. He wasn't done justice. You can say, that living the pampered life turned this count whos been in various bloody fights, raised out in the cold harsh winter environment, would make him this squishy, soggy idiot we know.

But.. His characterisation really could have been better. I see him more as 'Sorry not sorry I did that lol' not 'I need everyone to forgive me or im crying' (its not actually like that, but it's pretty close.) And then fucking off for adventure.

In my opinion, which yes, is just an opinion, Lucio should have stayed in Vesuvia and make up for what he's done by lending a helping hand. Yes everyone hates him, as he was written to be the *worst* character..

I think it's unfair what happened to all the routes by the end. Im assuming, If Julain's near-ending was so cobbled together, that Nadia and Asra's routes suffer the same fate.

As a writer, I care about the character's I am writing. I can see clearly that in the end, none of the M6 were cared about. They were made to be appealing and draw people in, because it was "the Thing" at the time.

It makes me incredibly sad, that now I see how cobbled together everything is. Some amount of thought went into the story, but it could have been so much better..

There isn't alot to do, for one. And I know.. 'Its just a game!' However, as a consumer of said media, it's extremely lacking and doesn't stimulate me like I'd hoped. It's like a false promise- but there was no promise to begin with.

When I first seen the Arcana, I was not at all interested. And for good reason.. As advertised was not what we got. I got into it about, two years ago now.

Yes, I was late, but.. The fandom was near death when I came into the scene. Yes yes, I know, people of course are still heavily into it, and I still love it myself but.. It makes me sad.

The character's clearly weren't cared about. They were put out there for visual appearance to lure in lonely gay people. Lesbians, Bi, everyone. They included everyone so they can pull in more people.

Nothing wrong with that- alot of games and industries tend to do this. But they never stick with what they said..

You can say: Mori, why are you bitching about this? It doesn't matter anymore!

Or

If your so unhappy, why don't you just stop caring?

Because.. It started out as a passion, you can see, and quickly as people left, new people kept coming in and that passion was quickly lost.

It saddens me, as an artist and writer. The love was lost.. And the Arcana became hollow anymore. As I played through it a second time, it just felt empty. It was so thrown together- the ingredients just didn't mix.

Id re-write the whole damn game if I could. And like hell I'm going on Dorian.

I appriciate that the people who still love the fandom, want to make and create and that Dorian allows that to happen, but I don't vibe with the fact that anything you post on there is now Dorian's to claim and use.

You can be mad at me, say that I'm wrong because Im dumb and didn't play all the routes, or tell me that I'm just seeing 'face value'. But I'm not changing my opinion because people are mad at me.

This isn't a post meant to rile up or insult anyone. Im not starting a debate. This is just my heartfelt opinion, and that opinion is the state the Arcana was left in was shit. It could have been more interactive, we could have had so much more, but ultimately, we are left with a hollow possibility of what could have been, but never was.

[mylols16]

lines from poems ive written that i love

buy your happiness or have none at all

bittersweet nostalgia

melancholy happiness

incense and nail polish

icy glass christmas lights

im screaming at the sky to save me from myself

aestheticize my mentality encourage my downfall

i live for the casual intimacy

watch the world end while i sit beside you

lets kiss as we watch the destruction

now its my own selfish desire

to destroy whats left of me

too afraid to do anything else

but desperate for something more

the intimacy

without the responsibility

pull the lever

fall

fall down forever

leave this life

and everyone behind

love songs about how i want love to be

comfort and conformation

that ill be okay

is all i really need right now

i wanna smash the mirror

the person looking back at me

shouldn’t be here

would you hold me as im crying

kiss me as im dying

tell me you love me

even though i know your lying

im acting like anythings going to kill me

when truly

im just hoping something will

its a contradiction

i get that

but most things are

like a sentence that sticks with you

no matter how hard you try to forget

as it keeps repeating in my brain

both the phrase

and the thought

feeding off something dead to become something beautiful

ill continue to sing others writing till mine goes away

ungodly hours of the night that pull on my unaware mind

im forced to face this reality

the reality that i let it get this bad

that i could’ve stopped if i tried

but why would i

im just a copy of everything ive ever read watched or written

media consumes my identity

that every thought i have

doesnt need to have potential

she kissed the scars on my skin

what song am i living in

[ithisatanytime]

caro♡ - over u (Official Video)

lesbians arent as bad, they are fucking worse in many ways. i had the document i wish i still had it but it was like a higher up influential jew writing a letter over forty years ago talking about literally selling the west on homosexuality with lesbians because the idea is more palatable for people. can we fucking stop pretending that the media doesnt have a strong influence on people? i know im not the only one who saw those photocolagges of dorks wearing the jacket from the movie drive, this is one of those lies we all go along with because we like consuming media, but in the end you are just lying to yourself. when i was going to highschool, first year, everyone was bisexual all the girls all of them literally, not a one wasnt bisexual, year before that? NONE BISEXUAL maybe one gay in the whole school and this is well past the matthew shepard propaganda documentary on mtv it wasnt a matter of all the women in my life being lesbian or bisexual and finally having the courage to come out, everyone can steal if properly tempted and told its not really wrong in this case, everyone can kill, etc. 13 year old girls are FUCKING DUMB! THEY ARE DUMB! the myspace scene was bumping, t.a.t.u was making out on mtv and katey perry kissed a girl and she liked it, everyone went bi and if you try to pretend that this media blitz isnt soley responsible i bet you spend a lot of long nights sucking on the corner post of your bed frame. the jews did this KNOWINGLY as per that document i conveniently never saved and cant remember any details about lmoa. they specifically said decades ago, start with dykes and work your way down because people are more chill about dykes. sixteen years later and taking your eleven year old son to get his dick chopped off is legit totally normal, most normal thing you could do, prepare him for a life of being sodomized in ways no one had hithertoo dreamed up, but surely that has nothing to do with the constant pushing of trans bullshit in the media?

 if you are mad at me for this post i have just one question for you, have you ever been tested for autism? im not trying to be a jerk, but it the answer is anything but “yes and it came back negative” i dont care, you arent trans theres no such thing, you have autism and have been taken advantage of, i dont hold it against you.

[hella1975]

my friend watched banana fish and im actually.... kinda annoyed about it

[turnin9pag3]

see and i understand what youre both saying but also the way i see it at the end of the day these characters dont exist in real life. when im upset abt is people being up my ass abt a “fake story” or me getting shit on for liking a fan-fiction rather than a published story. im not saying you cant like canon more and i respect it for what it is as the origin of the world we have all come to love but its still fiction. it created the story but how is it any more real than anything else. james potter isnt real. sirius black isnt real. harry potter isnt real. none of it is real so i just dont see why it matter what i choose to spend my time enjoying. like i said previously published media isnt anymore valid than unpublished media at least to me. i dont need someone else to tell me what is good or real. i will decide for myself what i like. (also from first hand experience some of the best writing ive ever read is a fan fiction and ive been an avid reader since i was really little) so i simply dont see how people can choose to degrade fan fiction readers and writers for just trying to expand on a world of characters they already love. like obviously i get loving the orginal story too i mean shit i have a harry potter in my bag at all times and ive read the series 7 times, but that still doesnt change the fact that it doesnt actually exist and how well known it is doesnt make it exist. give credit to canon for creating what we love but dont shit on fanon just because you see it as invalid by whatever personal criteria u run it by. also just to note, the whole post was a joke i was making because i kept having people trash on me for my marauders addiction like ofc i have big views on it but those are my personal views that i wasnt exactly planning on sharing with the world. i was just making a fun silly little post about how i like jegulus and idc what anyone else thinks about it. at the end of the day i dont give a fuck what media anyone wants to consume. do whatever the fuck you want just leave me out of it these are my views and my opinions so if you dont like them then stay off my blog (not targeted at u guys just saying in general)

“well you cant do that because in canon-“

canon is fake too. i dont know who needs to hear that but it is no realer than anything else. published media does not validate it any more than unpublished media. its still fiction. it doesnt exist. everything is in your head so if i want to make james potter gay for his bestfriends brother then god damn it i will and theres nothing you can do about it. i do not care if its impractical. or improbable. i like it and i will do it and you can all deal with it.

thank you for listening to my ted talk

[pepprs]

hey so u know how today was supposed to be like an amazing day and i was supposed to make a ton of friends? yeah me too

[jasontoddiefor]

you know people can oppose the death penalty in real life and also want the FICTIONAL catharsis of seeing a character who's been predatory to multiple women get killed, right?

Bestie, I understand catharsis writing, it’s my entire coping mechanism, and also not what my post was about.

Besides the fact that I wrote it as a frustrated ramble at 4-something-a.m. my post was specifically about why I think Batman as an already established character shouldn’t kill. And on top of that, how many people genuinely don’t seem to understand this is a boundary he set for himself and how frankly speaking upsetting it is that they speak so frivolously about it. Because very often you don’t hear “oh, the Joker made Batman/Bruce Wayne personally suffer so much, so Batman deserves to kill/hurt him” but “the Joker hurt X and I want Batman to do something about it”.

The post wasn’t even specifically about the Joker. You could make it about Ra’s or KGBeast or Scarecrow or Mad Hatter - they’ve all hurt people.

And yes, I understand the catharsis of seeing a representative of painful actions getting hurt/dying in turn. I win so hard at minority bingo, trust me, there are enough people I wish would experience the pain they inflict on me just once in their miserable fucking life.

But my post wasn’t about that kind of catharsis.

You know what my post was about? Respecting boundaries. Something that I also don’t experience too often. It was about boundaries specific to the genre that Batman as a character inhabits.

Perhaps using “none of you fuckers understand why the death penalty is bad” was an ill-fitting exaggeration on my 2 minute rage written tumblr post I didn’t expect to get more than a 100 notes from my mutuals who know my taste and takes on media, but tbh? If you look at the notes, the number of takes going “well Batman shouldn’t kill but the state—“ is kind of,,, weird too? Because again, Batman, as a fictional character in a very specific type of genre, believes I’m second, third, and fourth chances. Believes in telling even the Joker “you can get better if you try”. Believes that there shouldn’t be more killing, no matter how heavy the guilt.

And I find that very comforting.

So yeah, I am, in fact, very well aware of how what you want in fiction differs from what you believe in real life.

But im also very tired of people dragging Batman through the mud because he refuses to harm himself even more and believes that people can in fact get better even when they don’t believe it themselves, or don’t even want to.

I don’t need a hero who hurts everyone remotely bad in his vicinity. I want to read about a character who wants to save everyone, who believes everyone is worth saving.

So yeah, uh, genuinely, go read your catharsis Joker beat down fics if that helps you deal with whatever bullshit capitalism and the patriarchy throws at us today. Consume the media that makes you happy, just, don’t act as if there isn’t a point to Batman?

[ophiuchus-interactive]

You made some fair points on originality in IF works, but I'd like to ask, what was the intention of putting your work out there? For others to read, isn't it? That means you and other writers are opening yourselves for feedback and ultimately criticism. Whether or not they are what you hoped for, it's going to happen unfortunately. And when there are similarities in terms of specific things (ie. supernatural detective stories) it's natural for others to draw connections. Maybe the author was inspired by another and created their own spin on the story, or maybe they saw how those elements made the story so well received they wanted to do the same for theirs. Either way, when that level of similarity (no matter how superficial or basic) crops up, it's going to be a point of interest, especially when the earlier work is so popular. It's sad when people accuse authors of plagiarism but it's equally sad to be told off for drawing comparisons when you see them, moreso when it's plain to see. You say you're doing this in your free time so you can share your passion projects with others, and that's great, but please understand not everyone is going to like what you put out and, more importantly, aren't obligated to stick around when it's something they believe isn't as up to par as another work.

My criticism of these comparisons that people draw are not a deflection of people actually criticizing works, but instead the false accusation that is being thrown at authors for having similar stories.

This nowhere near drawing comparisons between works. Stories that have similar tropes or beats or elements are part of a genre. No one is criticizing pointing out similarities- it's when people decide that these comparisons must mean that someone was just copying off of another person. And yes, you are absolutely correct, and I agree with you 100%- no one has to like what you put out. At all. They don't even have to give a reason as to why. What people like and what people don't like- even with the stuff I create and put out there in public- is none of my business. You don't like my story? Cool. You're never going to please everyone, and you shouldn't- focus on the people who do like your work, and go with that instead. But what I was talking about in that post are primarily anons who- most notably with TWC- will often outright attack authors for having stories similar to it. This is not criticism. This is just saying that the author is committing a rather egregious form of theft and claiming it as their own property, when the author themselves have put time, sweat, and tears into the story that they wrote without copying anyone.

Take my anon for instance, who accused me of just ripping off characters I 'liked' from somewhere(?) and bastardizing them into Thane and Rosalie. This is not criticism, this is just them claiming that I have stolen the work of someone else and used it. It is a false claim of something I take very, very seriously as a writer, and it is not amusing to be told that you are just some kind of lazy thief who's mooching off of other people's work. It is not amusing nor helpful at all.

What I am attempting to point out with that post is that not only is this just not criticism- i.e, "im telling so/so you stole their story" or "just admit you wrote this because xyz" it is a rather poor understanding of literature and how people are influenced by things they surround themselves with. There are things such as tropes, and storylines, and genres or ideas that are often used and expressed through media. They may look and feel and go for the same moral, but depending upon the execution of the media- the innovation of what the author brings to the table- it may be a total different product by the end of it.

And that to me, is the most important part of that entire post. It is not the silly and often times false accusations of copying, but rather the lack of acceptance from creative communities- both creators and consumers- that in order for something to be good, it needs to be original. But what the hell does that even mean? Do I have to be like Tolkien, and create entire languages and maps and charts for my world? Do I have to avoid tropes at all costs? Do I have to have the entire story from a different point of view? Does it have to be avant garde?

It can be with these elements, of course, but I think many forget that simple stories with simple tropes and dynamics are okay. It's okay to be simple, and no, it's not copying off another person's because it has similar beats that can be see throughout the entirety of human literature as we know it. You don't have to constantly attempt to have twists or worry that your story isn't "original enough" because it goes from plot A to B to C.

This seems to be flung out the window by those few who think they have some kind of God-given right to make the claim of someone plagiarizing another's work, just because it features vampires or death or whatever the hell is similar to something else.

Accusations are not criticisms. They are precisely what they are- accusations. It is best, in my eyes, to not confuse the two.

[yeahitsanalt-fuckdogpilers]

Wow now you actually go back and read? Color me fucking suprised.Im going to answer you in one reblog and then im turning off reblogs because im actually so done "arguing" with your ignorant ass specifically.

"exactly, if they acknowledge black people. and take into account there is a continent full of africans then it shouldn't be that hard to apply them to their media."

You would not say this about african media. Again, it does not matter if you exist, they are not obligated to include you, represent you, or accurately depict you, specifically in fiction and fantasy. Its not about how hard something is or not. If they dont fucking want to then they do not have to, and that doesnt make them bad or racist, you are just choosing to see it that way.

"obviously not, since the show is expected to be consumed by japanese audiences. black people watch anime, and just like everyone else they'd like to represented. hence the creation of what you call black washing"

Wanting representation does not excuse being racist dude. Many people, including myself, have given numerous examples of ways you can advocate for representation in american/western media, as well as ways to participate in fandom without being fucking racist and disrespectful. But instead of doing that you insist on blackwashing characters because you want them to be dark/black instead of their original intended race and skintone.

"blacktober means and brings no harm. and you as a white person trying to speak for japanese people, who are the ones being "affected" by "blackwashing" is indefinitely silencing them. not giving them a chance to speak up about something that "targets" them

that's like you being white and trying to say segregation wasn't bad, even though you got the long end of the stick during it."

You are assuming my race, which is racist by the way. I could be fucking middle eastern for all you know. My race is irrelevant. And every pale person is affected by blackwashing. And as for "silencing japanese voices" they have spoken up about it. They speak up when harrassed by you people for not drawing a fucking fictional character dark enough, they speak up when you try to rewrite their history, they do fucking speak up, and you know what they are saying? That they hate people blackwashing their media, they hate people rewriting their history, they hate people mocking their culture and so much more

Just look at the Assassin's creed shadows and yasuke situation, they are fucking pissed.

The thing is you arent fucking listening.

I never said anything about blacktober or that it brings any harm. However the original purpose of it was to push black and other poc creators to the top of the algorithm to support original artists and their works. Blacktober is not blackwashing month and i know damn good and well none of those videos said or implied that. Also you don't actually make any point here nor prove that blackwashing is good. And like ive already pointed out in a previous reblog, definitions change and vary depending on where you are getting it from. Words don't prove whether something exists or not. Words don't prove whether something is right or not. Words dont prove whether something helps or not. Only actions can do that, and the actions show that people blackwash, the actions show the racist intentions and beliefs behind it, the actions show how little it helps.

And you are ignoring every piece of evidence of that.

"woah, no fucking way lol. "light and dark values" is a great way to sugarcoat you being a racist."

I was trying my best to describe how a color wheel works when changing the light or dark values.

Taken from your other reblog

"Cultural appropriation fundamentally involves the act of stealing from another culture. What do you think appropriate means?"

is that not what hoyoverse is doing? stealing from another culture just so they can feign adding representation to their shit game filled to the brim with ghosts for just another cash grab.

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1. They have never claimed to represent anyone or that any if the areas are meant to. If you really want an example of the closest thing to that happening might i recommend you look in to the AC Shadows situation?

2. Please learn how gachas work

And 3.

Inspiration is not cultural appropriation. Mihoyo is not claiming latin anerican cultures as their own. Just like they dont claim japanese, german, french, middle eastern cultures as their own.

No one is walking down the streets of china in mexican garments and eating tacos and saying its chinese culture. No one is saying its original or made by them and not latin americans. That would be real cultural appropriation.

But the thing is, no ones fucking doing that. Mihoyo isn't incorporating latin american cultures into natlan in order to claim it for their own, nor to represent anyone.

If using elements of another culture as inspiration for something is cultural appropriation then you better start canceling damn near any media in the fantasy genre. You also might as well forget about asians including black people and cultures into their works.

You can't just claim someone or something is stealing a concept, which is what cultures are, when no one is claiming to own them, to have made them up themselves, or represent them.

After some thought i decided i wanted to make sure people can see this absolutely insane ignorant belief some people have.

Take a look at this these articles

You are a minority in america sure but not the whole damned world

The idea that black people cant be racist, especially towards pale people because they are a minority in america is really fucking stupid when you consider the fact that Africa as a whole and some other countries have a majority of black people. Can they also not be racist?

If not then how can you claim asians can be racist, or that mihoyo can be racist. Asians have an even smaller population in the US compared to black people.

"but they make up the majority of the world-"

AND BLACK PEOPLE MAKE UP THE MAJORITY OF FUCKING AFRICA AND NUMEROUS, NUMEROUS OTHER PLACES.

"Racism does not require the superiority in power or numbers that white people in America have. It is merely an attitude or belief, usually derogatory, about a race or ethnicity that is not true."

And if you fucking think black people are the only people to be made slaves, oppressed, and so much more purely on the color of their skin then you need to pick up a fucking history book. Especially since slavery still exists, and is extremely profitable, to this day. And even though slavery was abolished in america we both know damned well it still happens and you better fucking believe its not just white people doing it.

[qqquib]

rant below:

bruhh i’ve been seeing like dsmp anti stuff all day (don’t ask me why i have NO idea.) and the most annoying part about it is how stupid it is! why hate on someone for liking content? why hate on someone for finding a POPULAR YOUTUBER funny?? it just doesn’t make sense!! and yes, i know some of the CCs have said/done something that doesn’t exactly align with whatever pedestal you’ve put them on, but it’s because they’re also HUMAN!! i bet every single person who a) uses twitter and b) uses social media has done something offensive or bad that they haven’t apologized for. content creators are there to be funny and comforting to people who want to watch that content. they are not perfect angels who have never done something wrong in their life. everyone makes mistakes and everyone fucks up, what matters is their apology and taking accountability for their actions!! which they have done! at least the majority of them! i dont see why you hate on people and tell them to kys for enjoying some form of media :( it just makes me sad to see.

and then, how hypocritical it is to be so agressive and so cruel which is exactly what you’re hating on content creators for! ah! im so annoyed by this shit! i don’t personally enjoy anime but you do you! i’ll listen to you talk about it all day! i don’t care for genishn impact but im not going to sit here and doxx you because i don’t like the game? none of it makes sense to me. yes people are cringy when they enjoy something but does that really matter THAT much?

i’ve been in thousands of cringe-worthy fandoms and i’ve been hated on it before in the past. my friends know about it even! let people enjoy what they want to enjoy. it doesn’t affect you personally. it doesn’t affect you at all what stranger #1626728383 is doing with their life. so here’s a tip! stay in your own lane and worry about your own life and the content YOU consume. there is no point in worrying/being mad at what others like.