#rancid and tasteless

[zykamiliah]

i challenge the people who send confessions to @/danmeiconfession to read the fucking novel.

literally everything you complain about not being canon is right there

[duckysprouts]

the energy on this blog since i began posting miguel art has been rancid.

guys.

liking him does not mean you condone child abuse or toxic masculinity

disliking him does not make you racist or tasteless to moral concepts

he is meant to be a complex and morally grey character.

but most importantly, MIGUEL ISNT REAL, but the people who your comments reach are.

i hate that i have to make a statement like this. if you want to pick a fight then don’t do it here. stop arguing and sending death threats. they don’t bother me but it sucks that my art which was supposed to bring joy is making people fight.

thank you to everyone being genuinely kind and supportive, i love reading ur asks, reblogs and comments.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: On Food

A compilation of notes on how to describe food in writing.

How to Describe Food: Flavour & Texture

1. Write about the flavour.

Rich -> full, heavier foods. Often used to describe foods containing cream (e.g., potatoes & garlic, soup, and chocolate cake).

Bland -> has little or no flavour.

Bitter -> a tart, sharp, and sometimes harsh flavour (e.g., coffee).

Citrusy -> a bright flavour (e.g., lemons, limes, oranges, and other citrus fruits).

Fresh -> a light and crisp taste. Often used to describe produce or herbs. (e.g., apples, lettuce, cucumbers, carrots, etc. Or bakery items like breads, muffins, etc.)

Fruity -> any taste reminiscent of sweet fruit flavours (e.g., grapes, blueberries, peaches, etc.).

Smoky -> a taste reminiscent of the smell of smoke (e.g., BBQ).

Sour -> a biting, tangy, tart flavour (e.g., lemons, Sour Patch Kids, and other sour candies).

Sweet -> a sugary flavour (e.g., candies, ice creams, desserts, etc.).

Zesty -> a fresh, vivid, or invigorating flavour (e.g., tacos, Italian pasta salad, etc.).

2. Write about the texture:

Mushy -> soft, but in an unpleasant way (e.g., if you cook vegetables too long, they’ll get mushy).

Tough and chewy -> are similar. Both describe foods which are difficult to eat because you have to chew them for a long time (e.g., meat can be tough or chewy, especially if it’s cooked too long and it gets dry).

Tender -> similar to ‘soft’, but it’s mostly used to describe meat which is cooked well, so it’s soft and juicy.

Crunchy -> food that makes a lot of noise when you’re eating them (e.g., dry food – like potato chips, or hard cookies – can be crunchy).

Words to Describe Different Flavours

For rich, spicy, or savoury flavours. The following words represent complex, spicy, or flavourful seasonings and dishes: buttery, caramelized, peppery, piquant, salty, sapid, saporous, savoury, smoky, and spicy.

For sweet or fresh flavours. These descriptors characterize fresh or sugary dishes: ambrosial, bittersweet, bright, fruity, honeyed, minty, nectarous, saccharine, sharp-tasting, sweet, syrupy, treacly, and zesty.

For subtle flavours. Some dishes are on the milder side. You can use one of these words to describe the taste: bland, mellow, tasteless.

For sour flavours. A sour or complex taste can be challenging to articulate. Here are some descriptive words to help: astringent, briny, citrusy, fermented, sour, tart, and vinegary.

For hard or crunchy textures. Use these words to describe a crispy or chewy texture: broiled, caramelized, crusty, flaky, leathery, sizzling, thick, thin, toasted, and toothsome.

For soft or fluid textures. These words can help you describe drinks, desserts, or other soft items: crumbly, doughy, fizzy, gooey, juicy, luscious, mashed, mushy, rubbery, runny, simmered, smothered, spongy, sticky, tender, velvety, and waxy.

For the smell of food. Here are common food adjectives you can use to describe smells: acrid, astringent, bright, citrusy, fermented, heady, honeyed, minty, nutty, peppery, pungent, rancid, rotten, smoky, sour, and vinegary.

Tips for Describing Food in Writing

Be specific. There are a lot of food words that are vague or general, like “delicious,” “yummy,” “succulent,” “delectable,” “mouth-watering,” or “finger-licking.” Avoid these overused phrases. Focus on the food's particular flavour, texture, or smell to make your writing more evocative and precise. Rather than describing a soup as “tasty” or “scrumptious,” try more specific words like “buttery,” “chunky,” or “minty.”

Consider your purpose. Decide if your goal is to explain a culinary experience or make the food sound appetizing. A clear understanding of your intention and target audience can help you shape your writing to be the most compelling.

Evoke all the senses. While you lean heavily on taste to describe food, remember to explore the texture, smell, sight, and sound of a dining experience as well. Including sensory language that incorporates the other senses creates a more robust experience for readers.

Sometimes less is more. Food writing is most effective when it’s focused, allowing readers to zero in on the essential details of the dish. If you include too many descriptors or attach multiple adjectives to each noun, you can overwhelm or confuse readers.

Sources: 1 2 3

If these writing notes helped with your poem/story, please tag me. Or leave a link in the replies. I'd love to read them!

[tailoroffates]

Writing Tips #1 - the 5 senses

Here is a little list of different words you can use to describe the 5 senses. Below I've included many examples of words that may be synonymous with a sense or sensation that writers commonly want to describe. Hopefully now you won't sit there for an hour trying to think of a different way to say "the smell was smelly..." :D

Sight

Admire, examine, eye, eyeball, focus, gape, gawk, gaze, glance, glare, glimpse, glower, goggle, inspect, look, mark, note, notice, observe, ogle, peek, peep, peer, perceive, recognize, review, scan, search, see, sight, spot, spy, stare, survey, view, watch, witness.

Sound

To hear - catch, detect, eavesdrop, listen, overhear. A sound - din, noise, note, resonance, sound, tone, tune. A pleasant sound - angelic, harmonic, harmonious, mellifluous, melodic, rhythmical, sonorous, symphonic, symphonious, tuneful. An unpleasant sound - boisterous, clamorous, deafening, ear-piercing, ear-popping, ear-splitting, grating, monotonous, noisy, piercing, raucous, riotous, rowdy, shrill, whiny.

Scent

To smell - inhale, scent, sniff, snuff, whiff. A scent - aroma, fragrance, odor, perfume, scent, smell. No scent - deodorized, odorless, scentless, unseasoned, unscented. Good smells - appealing, delightful, divine, enticing, exquisite, heavenly, luscious, mouthwatering, pleasing, rich, savory, tantalizing, tempting, well-seasoned, zestful. Bad smells - awful, detestable, disgusting, fishy, foul, gross, loathsome, malodorous, nasty, nauseating, noxious, odious, offensive, putrid, rancid, rank, raunchy, reeking, repellent, repugnant, repulsive, sickening, stinky, tainted, unappealing, unpleasant.

Taste

To taste - lick, sample, savor, sip, slurp, taste, test. A taste - bite, morsel, mouthful, nibble, sample. Pleasant tastes - appetizing, delectable, delicious, delish, divine, flavorful, flavorsome, luscious, mouthwatering, palatable, pleasant, pleasing, rich, savory, scrumptious, tantalizing, tasty, well-prepared, well-seasoned, zestful. Unpleasant tastes - bland, burnt, detestable, disgusting, distasteful, dull, fishy, flat, flavorless, gross, insipid, loathsome, nasty, nauseating, offensive, oily, rancid, rank, raunchy, repellent, repugnant, repulsive, savorless, sickening, tainted, tasteless, unappealing, unappetizing, undesirable, unpalatable, unripe, unsavory, unseasoned, vapid.

Touch

To touch - brush, caress, cuddle, dab, embrace, fell, frisk, grab, grasp, graze, handle, hit, hug, itch, nudge, pat, paw, pinch, poke, rub, scratch, smooth, snuggle, squeeze, sting, strike, stroke, tag, tap, tackle. Rough surfaces - bearded, brambly, bristly, bumpy, bushy, chapped, choppy, coarse, craggy, grainy, gritty, hairy, jagged, knotty, leathery, lumpy, matted, prickly, ragged, ridged, rocky, rugged, sandy, scraggy, scratchy, stony, tangled, unshaven, wiry, wooly. Sharp surfaces - barbed, briery, horned, jagged, knife-edged, needlelike, peaked, pointy, pronged, ragged, raggedy, razor-sharp, ridged, rivetted, serrated, spiked, spiky, spiny, splintery, tapered, thorny. Smooth surfaces - creamy, flat, flowing, fluid, flush, glassy, glossy, polished, satiny, silky, sleek, slick, slippery, smooth, velvety, waxy.

I hope this little list helped, and that your following days are blessed to be the best! <3

[solariaswitch]

I was on discord for a bit but then it kicked me and says link expired?

since you won't stop sending these;

you didn't follow the server rules that you agreed to in order to gain access to the server. you failed to leave an introduction, and one of the rules was that I can kick you out without providing a reason, which is exactly what I did, but evidently you didn't actually read the rules so you wouldn't know that.

you have repeatedly pestered people on Tumblr to talk about stormy's panty shot, including minors who are on here, who tried to be nice and accommodating to you while you kept directing the conversation back to tasteless and seemingly endless discussions of underwear. you've been doing this to enough people and for long enough that your writing style reveals your identity every single time no matter how much you claim to be a new person each time. you did this in the server. you do this on Tumblr chat. you do it on anon in everyone's inbox. and you're not nearly as slick about it as you think you are.

even if you weren't the panty anon (which you are), you trying to talk about the stormy panty shot in my server after breaking the literal first rule was rancid as hell and i reserved the right to kick people for a reason. this whole fandom is collectively sick of people coming here trying to discuss that scene.

[skaruresonic]

My memory on the topic is foggy. How was Shadow supposed to cure Maria?

I'm not fully understanding the relation between Shadow being the ultimate lifeform and Gerald finding a cure for Maria's illness

Okay so Shadow is the perfect being. What does that have to do with Maria's sickness?

Idk. She's dying from anime mom disease. That's all the series needs you to know.

I don't particularly remember the games specifying how Shadow would cure her. Ironic, because now that the third film is coming out, people are trying to shock normies by portraying NIDS as "space AIDS," which is just tasteless, and probably a big part of the reason why SoJ quietly shied away from labeling Maria's disease in subsequent years.

"The fictional disease is described in the guide as fatal and which renders its victims physically weak, a symptom that worsens until eventual death." First of all, Maria must have been the other weapon of mass destruction being developed aboard the ARK if this is her nerfed version. Girl is terminally ill and can not only keep up with Shadow with only a little shortness of breath to show for it, but can also destroy robots through the patented 'botnik family bitch-slap.

Second... a disease that weakens people? You mean like cancer? You mean like chronic anemia? You mean like pretty much any disease ever, because fighting disease consumes large amounts of energy? Wow, this is so reminiscent of AIDS. Truly, my third eye has been blown wide open.

Maria essentially has, for lack of a better term, Mary Shepherd-Sunderland Syndrome. You're not supposed to delve too closely into the details because that's not the point.

No lie, the last time I took a hiatus from listening to Castlesuperbeast was because a fan wrote to Pat and Woolie about the third film, describing NIDS as "space AIDS" and Shadow as "canonically immune to HIV."

The two of them proceeded to make homophobic Sonadow jokes.

Love those guys, but every now and again I receive a harsh reminder that they're normies. As with all normies who are irony-poisoned, their Sonic takes are so rancid. It's like a switch gets flipped in their brains and suddenly they have to slag off the series.

You might argue that both NIDS and WMDs are too topical for a Sonic game, but the reason I get heated about mocking the former and not the latter is because we haven't all perished in nuclear war yet. The mass hysteria over WMD development ultimately amounted to George W. Bush blowing hot air.

However, entire generations of queer people were systematically killed through the government's negligent response to the AIDS crisis. It is beyond disrespectful to describe Maria's condition as "space AIDS" just to shock normies into thinking SA2 is Deep and Dark(tm), precisely because fuckwads are going to make jokes like this on the basis that lol funny blue cartoon hedgehogs shouldn't tackle serious topics. Shame on them.

...Anyway.

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I'm not fully understanding the relation between Shadow being the ultimate lifeform and Gerald finding a cure for Maria's illness

Since the morpheme "neuro-" features in NIDS, it's probably safe to say the condition is genetic in nature. And because Shadow's new Parasite Eve schtick is being explored in SxS Gens, the cure likely has something to do with gene manipulation.

While I wouldn't like it to be explicitly named in the games - nor call it canon because there's zero evidence - if you forced me to come up with an explanation, I would also call stem cells a candidate. Savior siblings of children with cancer are often conceived with the intent to harvest the stem cells of the umbilical cord.

[rosenecklaces]

Bitches hate on Elain soooo bad they want her away from the story so fucking bad on gooooood

If you want to fuck a fictional woman beater that bad that's on you, yes I'm talking straight up to all of you tamlin tamlain motherfuckers because there's not fucking way y'all REALLY believe your own shit, you cannot be so damn dumb to think elain would fall for her sister abuser like HOW does that makes any sense in y'all rotten brains when s*m HERSELF HATES his little tasteless sorry irrelevant bitch ass??? Y'all remember he was classified as such not only in text but also by the own book last page having an abuse headline written right DOWN cause of HIS parts????

This is the same people crying and shitting their grandma panties about Rhysand actions and how Feyre jokes about Lulu's friends but then they try to come here thinking they eating some gold with pushing a nonexistent narrative of tam ending up been good for elain by the mere fact you cannot even FATHOM the way she is loved by many INCLUDED but not limited to the characters in the books while you either want her quiet and submissive on the background or straight up death (which? Fork founded on kitchen huh! That's why the woman beater is shipped with her that badly I see!) Highly recommend y'all to go re-read your badly written dark romance shitty booktok books where the men sexual assault the mc with no repercussions that you love so much, fae romance YA with vanilla sex is NOT it to get in much less when you want creators/users to jump to that rancid acid trip with you

[caspersickfanfics]

A very late submission for @monthofsick day 8: Loud or Silent

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Warnings: Vomiting, implied emetophobia, teenage sickie (17 y.o)

A/N:

I don't really know what kind of audience there is for Blue Lock and what the overlap with the emeto community looks like, but reading that manga brought me back to my Haikyuu days so quickly. Writing this was kind of nostalgic - so even if no one reads it, I did quite enjoy going back to my sports-anime comfort zone of sorts while making it!

Whenever Bachira wakes up with his mouth sewn shut, he knows that the day is not going to be a fun one. On days like this, his mom would normally make him hot chocolate and a pillow fort. She’d let him stay home from school and use her paints and canvases to communicate if he chose. If he didn't, they'd just sit together, and it would help. These days were always difficult, but with his mom around, he could get through them with a handful of crying spells, a few naps, and the reminder that it would be over soon enough.

He’d really hoped this wouldn’t happen while at Blue Lock. The air in the facility feels more choking than ever and, for the first time, Bachira wonders if he’s made a mistake, staying here. His mom, when she’d found out about his decision, had been supportive. She always had believed in him fully. But days like this… Bachira isn’t sure that he’s ready to face them on his own yet. There’s no hot chocolate here. And to make it all worse, he's not sure he could stomach it if there was.

He chokes down a tasteless breakfast without a word. His friends appear to be concerned about him to various degrees, but that’s the thing about days like this… Bachira doesn’t have words. Even if he did, he doesn’t have a voice. He can't explain it to them, as much as he wants to. The attention just makes him feel uncomfortable and guilty for his ineptitude. Once everyone else has left the cafe, Isagi waits for Bachira to finish his food, quiet, as though he can somehow sense what Bachira needs.

They start towards the gym for warmups and conditioning together, but the thought of weights and running makes Bachira start to sweat. He peels off as they pass the bathroom. Isagi frowns, but only asks if he’s alright. When Bachira nods, he’s relieved that his friend doesn’t push it.

Minutes later, Bachira has locked himself in a tiny stall, breathing slowly and fighting tears. He feels horrendously sick, and equally lonely. With each wave of nausea comes a jolting fear. He squeezes his eyes shut, as if he could make the whole world disappear, himself included, by doing so. Instead, time continues to crawl along, and Bachira feels no better. When he begins to shake, the queasy feeling peaks, and he knows he’s fighting a losing battle. 

Burping over the toilet bowl, puffs of rancid air fill his mouth. The sour taste has him retching, quietly. Eventually the air builds and brings with it something awful: hot, watery vomit interspersed with semi-solid chunks, the taste rotten and turning his stomach even more. He manages to wrangle some control over his body, flushes the toilet, and leans back, but tears stream down his cheeks. The nausea hasn’t left and the lingering smell doesn’t help. He’s trembling, arms across his midsection, hands clutching at his elbows. He hates that he’s gone and gotten sick at Blue Lock. It has to be the worst place for this to happen - it’s cold, oppressive, and unforgiving. Bachira tries and fails not to think about how this will put him out of commission, and will most likely spell the end of some of best friendships he’s ever made. It weighs heavy on his heart, at odds with an underlying need to be home; really, he just wants his mom. He jumps at a click - the door to the bathroom opening - and holds his breath.

“Bachira?” It’s Isagi.

Bachira whimpers. He can’t help it. His stomach is bubbling back up again. He muffles a belch into his hand and hears a soft knock against his stall.

“Hey.” Isagi sounds… calm. “We all thought something seemed off, earlier. Do you want me to keep you company?” Calm, patient, and reassuring. Bachira has found a wonderful friend. He should feel happy. Instead, he feels weak and not at all like the athletic partner he needs to be for Isagi. He's ashamed; but he also doesn’t want to be alone. His monster disappears on days like this. His mom is hours away. He doesn’t want to be alone.

He lets Isagi in. Bachira keeps his face towards the ground, both out of shame and an attempt to manage the dizziness of standing. It doesn’t help - at least, not enough to keep his body upright. His legs give out and Isagi catches him under the armpits.

“Woah,” he murmurs. “Careful.”

Bachira says nothing, limp in Isagi’s arms. Tears continue to wet his cheeks.

“You must be feeling awful.” There’s a hand to Bachira’s forehead. Despite wanting to be better than this, to be strong, for Isagi, the comforting gesture softens Bachira further. “Have you thrown up?”

A mortified nod. Isagi makes a sympathetic noise, squeezing Bachira’s shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay. We’ll get through this.” Bachira’s hazy mind latches onto the wording - we’ll get through this. He’s not alone. The thought brings fresh tears to his eyes. Isagi’s here. “We should get you back to bed, though.”

As if in direct response to his lifted hopes, Bachira’s stomach is suddenly in his throat again. He whirls around, opens his mouth, and tries not to sound too pitiful as vile liquid pours out of it. This time, Bachira is helpless - his tenuous control over his body entirely lost. Without his consent, his stomach clenches, again and again, sending more and more burning sick rushing up his throat, filling the toilet bowl with messy splashes.

Stunned, Isagi stands behind his sick friend for a moment before moving closer to pull his hair out of the way. He’s glad now that Chigiri had insisted on barging into Ego’s office to demand that he give Bachira at least a day off. It’s clear that the other boy is very, very ill.  It explains how quiet he’d been throughout the morning. Isagi wishes he could do more than rub his friend’s back, but knows that they just need to wait it out for now. It doesn’t make his heart hurt any less, standing there as Bachira empties himself out. For as loud as he normally is, right now, he's worryingly quiet even while spilling his guts, making only muted, choked noises and occasional hiccups. As if he’s wanting to hide.

“You’re okay, Bachira,” Isagi says. “Ego is fine with you resting today, by the way.”

The sick boy’s breath catches momentarily, shock disrupting even his relentless stomach, before he lurches forward with another retch. Isagi hums.

“It surprised me, too. Not sure what Chigiri said to him, but I’m sure he’ll have a story to share once you’re feeling better.”

By now, Bachira is panting over the toilet, bile and spit dripping from his lips. The heaving has nearly stopped, although every once in a while his whole body tenses, shudders, and forces out another mouthful of bile. Isagi can’t imagine that the stench and general discomfort of the tile floor is helping any, so he flushes the toilet and eases Bachira away from it. The sick boy doesn’t resist, leaning into Isagi’s touch. His face is red and blotchy, his hair sweaty.

“Hey,” Isagi smiles when their eyes meet. “You’re doing so well.”

That’s all it takes to get an armful of Bachira. Isagi feels his sweatshirt dampen with tears, and pets his friend’s head until his shoulders stop shaking. Still, neither of them let go until Isagi realizes that it’s probably safe enough to move at this point.

“Do you feel okay enough to go back to the dorms?” Bachira freezes at the suggestion, his grip on Isagi’s clothes tightening. Isagi takes a guess at the cause of his hesitation. “I’ll stay with you. If Ego’s giving you a day off, he can give me one, too.”

There’s a pause, a sniffle, and then a nod. Isagi melts. Bachira is just as cute when he’s quiet as he is when he’s shouting and energetic. He only wishes he were feeling better. One day, they’ll have to have a fun day off. They can spend it together and maybe with some of their other friends, relaxing. But for today, they’ll be okay. They’ll get through this together, too.

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[fruitmagazine]

a man who is not able to take my rancid chronically online tasteless bitchy humor it's not worth my time 🤷🏻‍♀️

[grayintogreen]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Chapter 28 is crawling at a snail's pace, but I have a snippet for you today! Featuring a familiar baddie.

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The porch creaked when he stepped on it, but it was sturdy underneath his feet. The door had been left opened a crack and he pushed it open enough to slip inside, carefully avoiding closing it all the way. Already, Isharnai was seated at her table, bent over it so there was barely any room for him to exist without her in his space. Not one to ever be daunted by personal space invasion, he took the seat and scooted as close as he dared.

“Now, what will I be doing here? A three card spread? More? I can give you the full if you like. It’s not inexpensive, but I’m sure we can work out an arrangement.”

Isharnai chuckled. “And what arrangement would that be?”

Molly shuffled his cards. “The goblin girl outside- you recognized her, right?”

“I did.” She breathed in like she was scenting a bouquet of the finest wine in all the land. “Her misery has been… exquisite.”

“What is all of this about misery anyway?” He cut the deck, shuffled again, trying every combination he knew to slip cards to the top of the pile, but the hag was watching too closely. Every movement he made was weighed and measured by someone who had been doing this much longer than he had.

But that didn’t mean she couldn’t be tricked. He just needed to keep her off-balance, convince her that he was more powerful than he was. He took one hand off the cards and pushed his coat to the side to show the red eyes on his neck, subtly. Keep your eyes on those.

“I enjoy being tethered to it. It feeds me. I have no use for material possessions or baubles, though I occasionally collect them.” She gestured to a shelf towards the back, lined with trinkets and what looked like a pile of bloody bandages towards the edge. “You seek to lift your friend’s curse, I’d wager?”

“A betting woman, then? Perhaps we’re playing the wrong cards.”

Isharnai ignored the careful attempt at playfulness. Her eyes still hadn’t left his hands. “You would ask me to give up such a delicious drip to break her curse, would you?”

“Surely you can find better misery. Who knows? Perhaps my cards will lead you to the most miserable soul in Wildemount and-“

Her hand shot out, catching him by the wrist. The cards he was shuffling fluttered to the table and he froze, horrified, as she leaned over him, her hot, rancid breath in his face as her jowls dripped saliva. “I know who the most miserable soul in Wildemount is. He stands so very close to me now.” Her grip tightened. She reached for the amulet around his neck and grazed a long, bony finger over it.

“But I require fresh misery… Old misery is tasteless. It does not give me sustenance the way new, continuous misery, given to me freely. If you would like your friend restored, what would you give up? What would any of you give up?”

Molly swallowed. Not that. Not even for Nott. Not for anyone. Bolstered by nothing more than a strong determination to not show fear, he forced a tight smile. “So is that a no on the card reading?”

She released his hand and stared at him with an unnerving faux-saccharine smile until he collected his cards and rushed out the door. “Didn’t work!”

[anotherpapercut]

people on here will say the most rancid offensive and just tasteless shit then when people get upset about it be like "what you guys can't recognize jokes. you don't think I'm funny? you don't think I'm soooo hilarious??"

[antibayern]

me when i overhear a man’s rancid football take and there’s nothing i can do to shut him up because literally the only thing i know about said man is that he’s tasteless

[wyrmguardsecrets]

I fucking miss Horde, and Horde RP. Like, can we just go back to that guys? Go back to SMC, and World RP? I just can't take the asylum that SW has become on MG, and I just want to be back on my main toons RPing cool shit instead of running around the city for RP crumbs, most of which will be tasteless or rancid anyway. 85% of the characters are boring copies of each other, unrepenting sew fiends, or both. - I just want adventure again; and being able to rp a rogue without being called a stalker.

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[rlewisphilly]

There's no debate today

There’s no debate today. There are foods we all hate. But which ones? Savor a rancid rant that serves up the top 3 most despised dishes per a recent survey. Olives? Oysters? Liver? There are a few we would all cheers to never tasting again.WARNING: Some tasteless dadjokes may make you lose your appetite! Street Curb Curiosity – The PodcastCLICK HERE for a taste on Apple PodcastsPandora more of…

[maipareshaan]

My issue with Sastiel is that a lot of the purannitical people are into it, they are so boring and idiotic just overall just whiny tasteless people you know.

And i know there are a lot of interesting rancid Sam stan Sastiel shippers but like idk i just haven't seen fucked up Sastiel, like i just do not see it, no sexy posts like none.

Also i find the great war on Dean crit and Sastiel by Desticule so hilarious, and they will never understand why, that they are the same people, okay the rabid anti Dean the rabid silenced bi Dean, same people they just chose opposite sides to be idiotic about, blah blah John blah blah Dean blah blah narratives blah blah most healthy blah blah can't show this blah blah they need to tell us bad give consequence blah blah why not go with better less toxic blah blah escape family blah blah. The only reason why they go around heaving about Dean crit and Sastiel is bcz they think its actually incorrect and extra but obvs their whining and harrassing isn't and the world revolves around their fanon wants bcz they are traumatised for real over real thingies and real bad narratives.

[burning-bubble-tea]

Sometimes I make terrible horrible tasteless jokes but it’s so odd because since I’m getting my education in social justice, I find it’s ironically easier to make more rancid jokes.

While I would never put those jokes online or say them to anyone who is not a close friend; there’s like a weird subversion (but not subversive enough to actually be creative and funny and therefore can actively contribute to oppression which is why I would never share it with people I do not trust) where it’s satirical coming from me since my educational background is literally about not doing what I’m doing. But I’m making those terrible low brow jokes while also understanding that I’m being satirical and in some sense even though the shock humour is not that much different from edgy teenager shock humour, due to the positionality of myself it’s a little bit funny because of the juxtaposition of me trying to be anti racist while making terrible racist jokes. It’s like the whole discourse around who can use slurs or not and what constitutes as silencing minorities trying to reclaim and have agency.

Dark humour is weird and best kept offline in my opinion. Like not all dark humour, but like some things are just funnier in a medium that’s not online because you can better gauge the audience and ensure you won’t trigger bad memories