#not real btw. just a concept

[webwizkid]

｢天才ショコラティエとテレビ依存症の子｣ (The Genius Chocolatier and the TV Addict), a short catcf fangame by webwizkid (me), featuring Mike and Wonka since theyre my two favourite characters

[redbean-nom]

A handful of "Boba Fetts" (none of them know what his armor actually looks like)

[3-aem]

universal healthcare is not broken and anyone trying to convince you it is is delusional and a dckrider for big health insurance. yes there are wait times but waiting for care is Not the same as being denied care.

in america your physician prescribes care and an insurer can still cuck you out of it because someone across the continent who has never met you can say: doesn’t seem medically necessary. Leaving you to handle a bill that is wildly inflated by the same insurers that just denied you.

let me drill it through your head you can pay thousands a year in premiums and still end up sick and financially burdened for years by One incident. no insurance company is Avoiding going broke by denying claims. theyre doing it to profit off your misfortune and your illness. Because healthcare fundamentally does not cost the amount that they claim it to be.

[solaestial]

SLEEPWALK - Hitorie

(link to song translation)

[friendlyengie]

For some reason we are scoutposting. Drawing him with his stupid Tom jones tattoo because it is forever funny to me, and some recycled scout ocs that I’ve been wanting to draw .

tried to transcript my writing and the text screenshots in the alt text bc I keep writing so much shit on my sketches and it’s probably not very easy to read !!!

[cent-scratchnsniff]

to smile. to rejoice. to celebrate

[ask-claus-and-ninten]

Here's Fuelcas from the mod! Im old and tired but miss them terribly. Some of these have been stuffed away in a closet for YEARS now. Please enjoy them.

[wheredidalltheusersgo]

Total Drama Future Au designs 6 and 7!

Noah and Owen are both 38 in this AU

After the Ridonculous Race, Noah was DONE with the drama, so he and Owen agreed to marry and settle down.

Noah became a librarian, Owen became a Sports Announcer.

On April 1st, 2013, Ripper was born. He was a trouble child, and he got on their nerves sometimes, but they loved him regardless.

Noah and Owen also stayed in contact with many of their friends from Total Drama.

Noah quite enjoys his (mostly) quiet life, with his husband and son as company.

Owen always tries his best to spice Noah's life up in creative ways. After all, there's nobody else he'd rather be married to! He also won't tolerate any sort of insult or backhanded compliment towards his family. (Alejandro learned that the hard way)

[gingermintpepper]

Someday, eventually, I will get an opportunity to talk about Celtic Apollo.

I see a lot of discussions and content (light-hearted and not) talking about Greek Apollo and Roman Apollo but y'all don't understand; it wasn't just that Greek Apollo had a second Roman Apollo hidden in his pocket, it's that Greek Apollo also has a secret third Celtic Apollo hidden behind his back like a tramp stamp he got in college and refuses to acknowledge or show to anyone.

[weaselweaselweasel]

Me when I make a dead 80s pop star revive as a knight and fall in love with one of the shadow creatures he’s supposed to be fighting against

[darcyolsson]

am i going a little crazy or does madeleine actually lowkey look like the LPS high as fuck chihuahua....

[thatonefreemanversefic]

I LOVE TYJIS FIC SO MUCH SO MUCH SO MUCH!!! PLEAS TAKE ALL THE TIME YOU NEED!! I WAHT IT!!

aaaaahhh anyway i sadly. sadly do want to ask how much Benrey is planned. Will it just be mentions? will he show up? ILL LOVR OT ANYWSY!!okybye

I'M SORRY I'M SO LATE TO ANSWERING THIS TOO!! BUT ALSO THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! I LOVE THIS FIC TOO AND I REALLY WANNA FINISH IT!!! I HAVE SO MANY PLANS!! SO MANY IDEAS!!

Speaking off...

So glad you've asked, dear anon!! I too am a Benrey fan, though I can't say I even come close to rivaling Sapph (the beta reader, in case you don't know) and their love for that silly little guy. Sorry why does this sound like a villain monologue?

To actually answer your question, in as vague terms as possible so as to not spoil: There will in fact be more than just mentions >:) The main 4 (OG, Mind, Martini, and Gorgeous) will get AT LEAST ONE silly from their universe each to play a much more major role than just being like, a background easter egg mentioned to get you guys excited. I am a big fan of stories with huge casts and I feel like this will either shine through very well for this fic or just make the plot get progressively more confusing, but I'm having fun and hopefully you're having fun so who cares honestly?

[tendertenebrosity]

Part one

When I was a child, before the civil war, my tutor told me stories if I was good at my lessons. There was one about a tanial, or something very like it. A river maiden who sang and cried so beautifully that the soldier who’d taken her shining silver cloak from the riverbank was compelled to give it back to her.

Evidently not all shape-turners have that quality, though, because by the time we had hiked to the nearest port and booked passage to the Southern Continent, I was heartily sick of our taniel’s tears.

No amount of reasoning or comfort from me or from Aspen, who he’d previously been on the best terms with, helped. He spent the days in sullen silence, and more than once I felt his eyes boring into my back, only to turn around and find him glaring at the ground, that glossy black hair that always looked faintly wet falling all over his face.

Once we were about the ship, though, he stopped glaring at me and spent most of his time lying about in human shape and pitiful poses, retching miserably. The ship was shabby but respectable, and the captain had accepted my false name and hastily-constructed story of business interests in the South without a problem.

On the fourth day of the voyage, the mate took me aside. He was a man in his fifties with a lopsided frown and weathered hands covered in tiny scars. “My lord,” he said cautiously. “How… much do you know about your servant? The sick one. Has he been with you long?”

“Tani? Oh, about six months,” I said. I leaned on the railing, watching the waves off the bow. “I’m sorry he’s been taken so badly, I didn’t realise the sea would disagree with him this much.”

It surprised me a little, but I supposed he was a river creature, not salt water. And he was probably unused to being on a boat for long stretches.

And to be honest? It felt cruel saying so, even in the privacy of my own head, but part of me thought he was playing it up a bit. Or at least, that his misery was at least as much in his head as his stomach.

But I was sorry he was seasick.

The mate hummed thoughtfully. “Not long, then. Do you know what he did before he came into your service?”

“No,” I agreed. I pushed back a memory of an iron cage, the marks of a yoke across bare shoulders. Muddy green eyes fixed on a bucket of water in my hands. “Not long. Why do you ask?”

I’m better than that. He has no call to look at me like…

The mate rubbed a hand through his greying beard and looked uncomfortable. “Begging your pardon, my lord, but… there’s something… uncanny about him.” He cast me a look as if he expected me to wave him off but was determined to say his piece regardless. “I don’t mean to overstep myself, mind. But I can’t in good conscience let you keep on without saying anything. He’s not human.”

I turned to give him my full attention. “Why do you say that?” I asked. I’d thought Taniel’s disguise was good. I certainly couldn’t see anything.

The mate shrugged his shoulders. “Was just a feeling at first. But he’s always cold to touch, had you noticed? His hands? One of the boys went and took a closer look at him last night, and his hair’s growing in with weeds. Waterweeds, like.”

Weeds? Cold hands seemed a bit flimsy to condemn a person for, I’d been about to say, but at that I frowned. I’d never seen anything odd in Tani’s hair, other than it seeming to stay damp longer than it should. “Interesting.”

“Seen it before. He’s some sort of water fairy for certain, and I’m not sure what he wants with you or this ship, but...” The mate took in my lack of shock, and his frown deepened. “Did you know already?”

I inclined my head, but didn’t outright agree. “Uncanny or not, I’m confident Tani isn’t dangerous. He’s on the ship because he’s working for me, you don’t need to worry about your crew or ship. He won’t eat anybody.”

“You have his bridle, then?” the mate asked. “Or his stone, or whatever…”

“He does what I say.”

The mate sighed and rearranged his cloak, huffing. He tried his best to hide it, but it was obvious he thought this was even worse, and he was now obligated to talk a fool out of his foolishness.

“My lord, this is more dangerous than you know,” he said.

“I know what I’m doing,” I said.

“He might play helpless for now, and I don’t doubt he makes himself useful, but he’ll be looking for any opportunity to stab you in the back. Depend on it.” The mate shook his head. “Better to throw him and his trinket into the sea with weights. Might not kill’im, but it’ll slow him down long enough to…”

“I’ll consider it if I have any problems,” I said. “So far, I’m not worried.”

“You should be,” he said. “You’re not the first bright young lad to think you can outsmart a shapeshifter, but -”

“Thank you for bringing your concerns to my attention,” I said, putting steel into my voice. I straightened up, and made sure I met the mate’s eyes. “Nobody is to bother him. He’s under both my protection, and my control. Am I clear?”

“Aye, my lord,” the mate said, with a long-suffering look. “As you say.”

I don’t know how the mate thought the tanial was going to get up and devour crewmembers when he couldn’t even keep bread down or walk in a straight line, I thought as I went to check on him in the tiny cabin I’d rented for us.

I dropped to my haunches beside him, in his nest of blankets, to examine his hair more closely. At first it just looked like normal hair, black and slightly curled and finally looking dry. And then I saw it. A frond of something deep green and frilly that was most certainly not hair, interspersed with the rest.

I resisted the urge to touch the pouch that hung around my neck. Tani wasn't dangerous. Not now, and I didn't think ever.

He shifted enough to look at me with one red-rimmed eye. Once he saw it was me, his expression shifted into a scowl. He threw his arm over his head. “Leave me alone.”

“When did you start growing pondweed?” I asked.

His hand went up to his hair and combed through it until he found the frond. He groaned pitifully. “Oh. Ugh.” His fingers followed it up to the scalp, uprooted it, and threw it down to the deck in apparent bad temper.

I frowned at it, equally curious and distasteful. “Doesn’t that hurt? Has something changed? You didn’t have those before.”

“Go away.”

I held my breath and let it out while I counted to ten, as I’d been taught by my tutor to control my temper. “Tani. Manners. Answer me.”

“Nothing’s changed except I forgot, okay?” he mumbled into his arms. “I pull them out when I’m in town. I forgot. Been too sick.”

I sighed in exasperation. “Well, don’t forget. People have already noticed.”

“I’m sorry,” he snarled. “Is imprisoning me causing you social awkwardness, your highness?”

“I’m not imprisoning you. We have a deal, I - ” I discarded that line of reasoning; he was deaf to it. “Do you want to get thrown overboard? I don’t think you’d enjoy it.”

“Go ahead! I can’t be seasick at the bottom of the sea! And at least you wouldn’t be there!”

He’ll come around. It didn’t take him long to become comfortable with us in the first place, it’ll happen again. He’ll get his freedom in the end, like I said, and everything will be fine. It will be worth it in the end.

The soldier, I recalled unwillingly, had drowned in the end of my tutor’s story. But he was a character in a story, and Tani and I weren’t.

Everything would be fine. I just needed to get the Cup and my throne.

[hyp3rfixation-h3ll]

not to get into discourse mode on here but the recent shit w/ ao3 being once again called out for being run by racists/genocide supporters and seeing so many fucking Absolute Gormless Shitheads blindly defend OTW and going " dOn'T bRiNg FiCtIoNaL PoLiTicS iNtO tHis!!!111!1 " as if they are not immune to propaganda is wild . my siblings in sin , ao3 is literally The Racism Fetish Fanfiction site , and propaganda via fictional work is exactly how racism perpetuates. ao3 and the otw are a part of the problem whether you choose to acknowledge it or not because they contribute to the cycle of violence , fetishisation and colonisation of marginalised groups via complacency (and sometimes even blatant PASSIVE ENCOURAGEMENT) , and then they cover it up by using soft cutesy buzzwords like " anti-censorship " and " free speech " and their dumb ass complex tagging system to appeal to white people , so when Actual Minorities and people affected by the shit they put on there speak up about it they're met with all kinds of bullcrap about "jUsT bLoCk ThE tAg If It'S a PrObLem1111!111" or "YoU'rE jUsT bEiNg a fAnDoM cOp!11!!"

You're a part of the problem if you support ao3 and actively continue to use it & donate to them , especially in the wake of the OTW being actively chockful of zionists who will , ironically , silence those who speak up and rally with Palestine for liberation . And If you decide to take this as me being hostile towards you or trying to " bring fiction into real world issues " , remember that at Any point in time you can go on ao3 for yourself and find thousands and thousands of raceplay fics and other various works that glorify and condone racism , and that the otw and their large userbase (primarily composed of white people!) has a track record of trying to shut up POC when this issue is brought to light .

Idgaf if ao3 is for " anti-censorship " , because there's a difference between anti-censorship and HIDING BEHIND the concept of free speech and the 1st amendment to do and say awful , horrendous things and believe you're above critique , punishment or consequences for it .

tl;dr: fuck ao3, fuck the otw, free palestine, and most importantly: you are NOT and will NEVER be immune to propaganda if you choose to ignore it because it benefits you.

[ryudaeng]

tbh i'm so done w everyone for real. i don't think non-midzys get to judge what itzys sound is or not bc everything they release is not good enough for u. the hypocrisy is overflowng lmao. how can every other gg release music and get a big applause but when itzy joins in w a similiar sound, they be called out for sounding the same or flops. u cannot tell me that everything itzy released from sneakers to now is a FLOP just bc that song didn't suit u or whatever. people are dragging this out and for what. this is advanced level of hating and it's not funny

[aroanthy]

hi!! i know u talk a lot about aromanticism a lot on here, but i don’t think i’ve ever seen u talk about aromantic anthy. would u mind discussing/elaborating on it or linking to a post where u do because i’m very curious!!

i got a similar ask half a year ago or something ridiculous like that on my main blog, but i’d like to really do justice to my url right now and explain it in more concrete terms.

i will say, it’s important to bear in mind that this reading of anthy’s character is very much informed by my own experiences, and a lot of those experiences are ones im not keen to talk in depth about. but you know. let’s make some nebulous gestures towards ideas of being traumatised, being autistic, struggling to meaningfully connect with others and honestly not really wanting to do such because of how they treat you.

like ive previously said, an aromantic perspective on the world would, i think, really benefit anthy. when youve lived your whole life experiencing violence at the hands of these patriarchal structures, of which romance is absolutely one, it’s kinda like. damn. im uncomfortable buying into those ideas.

anthy also has this lovely line in ep 19 where she says to utena ‘romance either happens or it doesn’t’ and it’s just sooooooo. so very interesting to me, actually, that anthy would say something so black and white about ‘romance’, a topic that anthy knows better than a lot of rgu characters is hopelessly confused and arbitrary and often enabling violence. and utena (fellow aromantic gaybo) says 'yeah, i know, but...'. these simplifications, these elisions. what is and isn't articulated. but what? maybe things are much more complicated than we'd like to think.

anyway enough of that tangent. one thing i as a trans and aromantic person always return to when discussing trans and aromantic readings of characters/texts more broadly is that there's no singular piece of evidence that can really cement these readings as Undeniable. it's like. okay. there's a critique of romance as a patriarchal structure in revolutionary girl utena. there's an ambiguity about anthy's feelings towards characters like utena, where there is clearly a queer connection but it takes shape in unconventional and complex ways. me, i'm aromantic, i see all of these pieces and i go oh well that's because she's an aromantic lesbian. you know, there's plenty of little moments i can evidence but those moments can be used to argue for an alloromantic lesbian anthy too. romance is a very arbitrary thing and i think everyone should take their own approach to it unapologetically. of course, mine is that it's hellish and i want nothing to do with it, but im just one guy. and im okay with that. i feel strongly about this reading and it is personal, and id be dishonest to say otherwise, but i do also find that it's well-evidenced in the text. as one of my lecturers once said, don't worry about authorial intent, it isn't real <3