#shitty personality anon

[dykedvonte]

I keep seeing fanarts of ppl's OC's being on the ship, so do you think that if there was 6st crewmember (specifically, another woman) Anya would've been more safe? Like, someone to actually call Jimmy's begaviour out, someone Anya might wanna trust? Is there a possibility something might have changed (even if a little) or it would not have mattered at all?

-💀

I feel like the game would make it part of the commentary on where she would believe and help Anya but still be sort of dismissive? Like the whole “don’t waste time crying and being scared keep going and move on, don’t let him win”. It’s supposed to be positive and reinforcing but sometimes it does more damage in those times of mourning and grief, it feels patronizing, like you don’t understand what you’re going through but they do. Even if they did call out his behavior it’s still on Curly to act and while another voice would help, it’s still 4 against 2 on guys that don’t get it until they have to vs women who always have to.

I don’t mind mouthwashing OCs but I do get a bit bored as they tend to be borderline saviors or like Jimmy aligned. They are either more complicit than Curly or just Jimmy haters for no reason, outside of what the creators know about what he did to Anya. I am never irked by OCs but in a story like mouthwashing you really need to think about what your character adds to the commentary, especially if they are there during the crash. It’s nice to have like characters on Anya’s side more whole heartedly and interesting to see characters who placate Jimmy but sometimes it’s one note.

I can’t and don’t want to police peoples OCs it’s never my intention when I comment on trends I notice, but I do feel like the way people make their OCs interact with these two characters and especially Curly, really show a grave misunderstanding of the narrative and these characters as people vs roles in the story. Still, I know people just make up characters for fun and that’s fine. Great even, but I guys I’m focusing more on OCs that are supposed to have those serious dynamics. My favs tend to be pretty-Tulpar or post-Tulpar au OCs.

The inevitably of the crash is on Jimmy. He did that not because he wasn’t stopped but because all his means to kill Anya were taken. The gun, the axe. Even if Curly did strip him of his co-pilot privileges and try to keep him contained there’s only so many people. An extra body helps but they have jobs they have to do, he’s the only one steering the whole ship and Jimmy would likely have an out: food, bathroom, etc. He’s not new and if he couldn’t crash the ship directly, who’s to say he wouldn’t sabotage something else? A clunker like the Tulpar wouldn’t take much. An extra person helps but it’s just another thing that prolongs what a person like Jimmy is willing to do to shirk responsibility.

It’s more than just needing someone to stand up to him and think that’s what is missing when it comes to inserting a character into the mouthwashing setting.

[puckthisshift]

I was done, the deal was signed (1/1)

Read it on AO3

Summary: A marriage pact made between rivals was never meant to come to fruition. But in 2032, Leon Draisaitl is playing one last season, hoping to finally win a cup. He didn't expect Matthew Tkachuk to even remember the pact, let alone to hold him to it. And he definitely didn't expect happily ever after.

AN: So... this is 40k of old men MattDrai being down bad for each other. Enjoy

“Everyone’s getting married,” Leon sighs. “And having babies.” 

The lights make this random St. Louis bar feel a little blurry. Leon’s sure it’s the lights - they don’t serve good enough beer for him to get drunk. 

“Not everyone,” Tkachuk protests. “I’m not.” 

Wow, he’s actually participating in the conversation. That’s more than Leon expected after... everything.  

“Do you want to get married?” 

“Are you proposing to me right now?” 

Tkachuk’s voice cracks a little, and Leon can be the bigger man and not laugh in his face about it. It would be kind of funny to mess with him a little, act like he’s really proposing, and tough it out for a bit until Tkachuk loses it. But the idiot is good enough at playing the game that Leon worries he might end up engaged after this. 

There’s no way he’s gonna marry Tkachuk. 

Read all 40k on AO3

[impishtubist]

Honestly, getting called ableist because I have the audacity to think that a disabled fictional character should have made more of an effort to be a good person and do right by his friends is the funniest thing that's happened to me all month, I hope the Remus stans never stop being fucking weirdos because they are single-handedly entertaining me through this terrible summer.

[citruslullabies]

Why don't you like Jimmy or Jimmy simps??

Hey darling!

So I don't like Jimmy for.. obvious reasons, but I have nothing against Jimmy simps!!

Let your freak flag fly, I do not care. I just personally don't write for Jimmy as it is a personal thing, but I can always help direct people to writers who do!!

Like for example, and these two are on the top of my head because 1. I love their work and 2. They actually have commented on one of my posts earlier so they're first writers that come to mind

@/jambalaya-enthusiast and @/curly-my-beloved are good ones!! I don't write for Jimmy, but last I checked these two do!! They're amazing writers and you guys should check them out

[uncanny-tranny]

I was told by someone that I couldn’t call myself a transsexual because I had to go off T for health reasons and I haven’t had any gender affirming surgeries yet since I’m poor and disabled. Is this true? What are like, the requirements to be a transsexual? /gen

The requirements to be transsexual: to identify as transsexual

This might seem too... straightforward, but genuinely, medical transition is so complex and individual that it's worthless to make it so ridged. There are so many reasons you have to stop some aspect(s) of transition, even if you didn't want to! That doesn't mean you never transitioned or that it's "lesser" now that you stopped.

Genuinely, from the bottom of my heart, I, for one, couldn't care less if you call yourself a transsexual. To my mind, it is as political as it is an identity. Being a transsexual isn't just about your identity but also your place in this world. "Transsexual menace" isn't just a cutesy little slogan but a political battle cry. It can be an attitude about changing sex, about the lucid and plastic nature of people, and so much more.

The word transsexual was made and popularized, honestly, with the idea that we are separate from others. I think we can take this back and make it ours. We can start by actually making it our own, not the cis world's own.

[inkybinkyboink]

are you ever coming back to the urinetown fandom? we miss you so much 🙏🙏🙏

if you ever do headcanons of the poor ensemble like soupy sue, billy boy bill, robbie, tom, etc would be so cool omg!

oh fuck man I have the attention span of a labradoodle I don't know if I will 😔😔😔

your support and love is not ignored, though, and I'm very grateful, so for you troubles I will offer you this:

soupy sue has the biggest heart (I'm aware she helps kill barrel. don't worry abt it. soupy sue said acab). maybe she used to work at a soup kitchen or a homeless shelter? maybe some of the poor knew her before the drought and maybe she was known as Soupy Sue because she worked at the soup kitchen?

in our production Billy boy Bill, tiny Tom and robbie were all a trio but with this beautiful air of stupidity. like. loveably stupid.

I really like robbie in the Broadway version. he's this big stocky guy I could totally see chilling at a pier somewhere.

hungthefuckover staring out at the river with his fishing pole next to him

damn robbie wouldn't be able to fish anymore :(

tiny Tom looks up to Bobby like an older brother

our hot blades harry had some post apocalypse biker chique going on it was pretty cool

little Becky two shoes gets so much support from the other poor. they source out baby clothes and maternity clothes for her

genuinely I think the ensemble/the poor folk have to be so united. they're kind of all in this together and that's what binds them together as one entity.

they pilfer and steal from each other but I don't know that they would start fighting amongst themselves because they know at the end of the day that's only going to make them weaker against the rich

they'd have to exist in this sort of awful us vs them mindset because if they don't it leaves them vulnerable?

they do unethical and immoral things because a) they have no other choice and b) they know there's no better alternative. it's going to suck but at least it's going to suck together.

[idontlikeem]

i'm feeling sad and adrift and want to write about it a little. you do not need to read this, especially if you're the type of person who uses personal stuff to send nasty asks. you may simply keep scrolling. better yet unfollow me entirely.

this is really long and it talks about all the usual shit i whine about on here, so don't click through if that stuff is going to be upsetting to you.

i've been thinking recently about cause and effect. or, really more accurately, the ripple effect. how one thing can happen and it causes so many other things, impacts so many other things, and for way longer than you might think it would.

i have always been a confident person. some of that was nature, but a lot of it was nurture—i have excellent parents who raised me to be sure of myself and unafraid to be my own best advocate, who encouraged me to recognize my strengths without feeling shamed for acknowledging what i'm good at while also working on my weaknesses without feeling guilt for having them at all. it's gotten me pretty far in life. it's helped me get jobs and make friends and put myself out there. it's also something you do have to work at to maintain, because setbacks or times when it doesn't work out can give your sense of confidence a blow—so it's not just having the confidence, it's learning how to keep it, how to bounce back when something not-so-great happens.

something's happened to me over the last two-ish years, though. i know why, but as it turns out recognizing the source of an issue doesn't always let you avoid it. you can't always logic your way out of the ripples.

so, i got divorced in fall of 2022. i got married in 2019. we'd been together since 2013ish. you probably know that already if you've been following me for a while, i've brought it up before. it was a good thing—the relationship wasn't good for a long time, he was not good to me. obviously there were issues on my end too because very rarely does a relationship fall apart simply because of one person, but i think it's safe to say that the majority of the fault doesn't lie with me.

it being a good thing long-term doesn't help all that much with the fallout, unfortunately.

it was a challenging 18 months. i got divorced in fall 2022, lost my job (through no fault of my own, there were company-wide layoffs and my entire team lost their jobs too) in summer 2023, and my mom died after a long and traumatic battle with cancer in february 2024. it was hit after hit after hit, and i've spent a lot of the last 2 years feeling like i'm barely clinging on by my fingernails. but as horrid as the layoff and my mom dying were (and they WERE horrible, it should go without saying), i am not sure either of them have impacted who i am as much as getting divorced did.

i was with my mom when she died. i cry about it every day. i frequently have flashbacks—literal waking visions—where i'm doing something banal, typing at work or shampooing my hair, and suddenly it's like i'm back in her room holding her hand as she took her last breath. it's not good for me mentally. it's a devastating memory to carry. and yet.

death is a part of life. deaths like that are terrible and unfair, but it happens. everyone's parents die; if you're lucky it's much later than what happened to my mom, but that's out of your control. and i still have memories of my mom, i have the letter she wrote me and the cards she sent and a tattoo on my arm reminding me of how much she loved me. i have the rest of my family who remembers her too, and her friends who tell me that there's a part of her in me, keeping her alive.

the divorce, though? jesus, what a fucking failure it's made me feel like.

i mean, at its core, a divorce IS a failure, right? a failure of a relationship. it's not inaccurate to say that. you did paperwork, said vows, whatever, all to say that you're going to spend the rest of your life with someone, and then you just...aren't anymore. it is, undeniably, a failure.

what they don't tell you is how much it makes you feel like you yourself are one, too.

objectively, i have a good life. i have a well-paying job that i'm good at, an apartment of my own, a dog i take care of, friends, a family. on its surface i'm doing pretty well for myself even amidst the dystopia we're careening for. so what's the issue, right? so what that you don't have your spouse anymore.

it's really hard to explain, to be honest. i don't have any friends who have gotten divorced. and the friends i have who have been through breakups tell me they understand how i feel, but...they don't. i've also broken up with long-term relationships before, and the difference between those and this is absolutely night and day.

that was my husband. we were married. i did everything in my power to be a good wife, and at the end of the day he chose alcohol and cruelty and the desire to be sexually coercive over me. he chose being able to stay up playing video games until 4am while drinking 12+ beers alone every other night over waking up at a reasonable time and pulling his weight around the house and spending time with me. he chose watching porn and attempting to replicate that on my body, and then when my desire for him tanked for all of the above reasons but also because i didn't feel valued or loved and didn't appreciate being treated like a human fleshlight, he chose berating me, getting confrontational, and insults. i can still hear his voice telling me that he thought i was too fat to be attractive anymore, and that was probably seven years ago now. it echoes in my head every time i look at myself in the mirror.

so that means something is wrong with ME, right? something in me is broken. why else would someone i was married to turn so cruel, so awful. i mean, if he was like that from the beginning, i wouldn't have married him, so clearly something about me turned him into that. even his therapist said his drinking was my fault. at least, that's what he told me she said—i don't actually know.

there are things that people can say to you that don't leave. little words that fall into the pond and they're still there, rippling outward, a decade later. actions people take stick around like phantoms. the way he used to lunge at me while screaming in my face about...i don't even know what it was, the topic of the agreement has disappeared, but the way he slammed his hand next to my arm on my desk and was practically spitting he was so angry lives next to me whenever i hear a man yelling. the way he screamed at me while we were waiting for a taxi and ripped my bag out of my arm, practically shoving me into the street, because he decided to go do shots with the bartender on our architecture cruise instead of looking at the city with me—the embarrassment that came with the hotel valet near where we were waiting coming over to ask if i was ok because of what he was doing—i think about that weekly.

he always told me it was my fault. i wasn't hot enough. i didn't have sex with him enough. i nagged him too much to do chores, and then when he DID do chores i didn't reward him with sex. i wouldn't let him read my journals. i wasn't reacting to my mother's slow death the way he thought i should. it wasn't fair that i expected him to pay his share, that i'd get upset when he took stuff i bought for myself and consumed it, or ruined it, or broke it. why are you upset at me for getting paint stains on the table your now-dead grandfather made for you? who cares?

if i communicated nicely, it was ignored. if i lost my temper and yelled, it was mocked and escalated. nothing i did was right. and that's the key isn't it? nothing i did.

the marriage is over now. i haven't communicated with him in any fashion in almost a year, and the last time was an email telling him that no i would not allow him to see my dog. he's tried to add me on social media pretty consistently since then, but i just delete. you'd think it would be a relief, right? i'm out of where we lived when we were married, i have a whole new job, a whole new life...things are better, aren't they?

fresh starts help, it's true. it's easier now that i don't have anything around me that reminds me of him (except my wedding dress in my storage unit—idk what the fuck to do with that). but the scars linger.

according to him, i was a bad wife. according to him, everything was my fault. and in the end, it wasn't even me that ended things—it was him. i didn't even have the ability to get myself out of there.

it was a failure. i was a failure. it's how i feel, all the time.

and it's made me CRIPPLINGLY insecure.

i am insecure in my friendships even though i try not to let it show. i am insecure in what i used to enjoy in my free time because it feels embarrassing and lame and like a waste of time. i am insecure financially because part of the way i coped with my 18 months of hell was over-spending—i'm working my way out of it but the debt i have weighs on me because, come on, shouldn't i know better? shouldn't i be able to figure it out?

i feel slights much, much more keenly now. it used to be that i could brush off people being rude or thoughtless with me, but i can't anymore. i notice, and it stays.

i hate it. i hate feeling this way. i hate noticing all the ways i'm disposable to so many people i value. i hate that i can't just let stuff go. i hate that i feel so clingy and needy and dependent on external validation to have any positive sense of self. it sucks. and i never used to be this way! not ever! not for any second of my life before this was i someone who needed propping-up to this extent!

and i hate writing this because there is at least one person who i know will read this and feel bad and try to overcompensate. you know who you are. please don't. i don't want to feel like a burden, and i feel bad when my feelings make people feel bad.

i don't even know where i'm going here. i don't know how to end this. there are no conclusions to be drawn, and no easy answers, because while some of this is in my head, i know there's a lot that isn't.

i feel like a bad person, a disappointment. i feel like an unloveable, unlikeable person. i feel like i've totally lost my sense of self; i don't know who i am anymore. there's a huge part of who i was as a person—the desire for intimacy, to put it delicately—that's entirely evaporated and even two years later hasn't returned, and i'm not sure it ever will. it feels stolen. i am constantly convinced that the people i talk to don't want to talk to me, especially when they're careless with my feelings, even unintentionally. and probably it’s all my fault. i am not worth being careful with.

all because i said yes to a date with someone over a decade ago and proceeded to fail the relationship spectacularly. fucking hell, right?

[shahs1221]

Gonna turn off anonymous asks for the foreseeable future. Some of y'all out there need to learn that being absolute shitheads will not get you what you want. If you have the capacity to send rude messages to complete strangers under anonymity, than I would assume deep down you know it's a shitty thing to do. And YET.

So, massive apologies to the very nice peeps who do come in under anon. These entitled babies ruined it for everyone else, but it must be done. Just know, I will always appreciate the lovelies!

Edit: Big shout out to anyone being cool in the replies (in any of my stuff really). Just know I see you and appreciate you. I just can't reply back because tumblr being tumblr.

[katyspersonal]

Regarding previous post about disco horse: I really appreciate that everyone is actually talking for once, but a kind of jab happened on my mental health so I have to step away. It isn't from this post, but the reason is sort of connected

Again, I personally find no problems with the DLC except for how Radahn ship came from nowhere and can justify how that comes. But regardless of how many things anyone else dislikes about the DLC: you are valid to hate it as much as you want, but when you start insulting people who loved/accepted/justified the DLC as "media illiterate fromsoft dickriders who keeps coping even after the honeymoon phase passed" and variation I draw the line. There are many ways where other fans can find reason where you didn't and there is potential in new lore that you won't use. Absurd how some people are still willing to support illusory narrative that Radahn Redditor simps are the "worst" part of the fandom when not even at their most arrogant and annoying they can dream to reach HALF of the toxicity cultish Miquella/Malenia fans have, over the awful crime of having different readings, opinions and priorities.

And yes, I know it is inevitable that Tumblr and Twitter fans WOULD make a moral/intellectual/maturity contest out of how people feel about the DLC (🤡🤡🤡), but it hurts when people I actually don't want to butt heads with who start to approve of this mentality. Like, okay cool. Wallow in your elitist toxic pool of Ledas while we, "pathetic dickriders" go and "cope" somewhere else, hope everyone is more comfortable this way 🤦‍♂️ I am tired of getting hurt through endless passive aggression and I have my limits. It is just always hurtful to finally rip the bandage, even IF it is to the better. I need a hiatus for a longer time, albeit for a different reason now

[blackbackedjackal]

there was a teenager aboard the oceangate submersible. do you think he deserved to die?? it's not his fault his dad was a fuckwad billionaire

Did he deserve to die? No absolutely not. None of them deserve to die. Especially in such a tragic and horrific way.

HOWEVER

Should I find some poetic justice in a bunch of arrogant dumbasses hoarding wealth and actively killing people and our planet daily by going to tour a mass grave of working class people for funsies in a DIY sub that had many MANY warning signs that there was the chance it may implode because the guy heading the expedition ignored safety precautions because millionares and billionaires are known to constantly cut corners to "save money" even though they have so much of it they could have funded making a proper vessel instead of picking the cheapest route and ended up suffering the consequences of being so exuberantly wealthy they just assumed they were above any and all laws of nature?

[slashthrashandcrash]

what would belle's opinion of meg be if they somehow ever met, being her ex's new girlfriend and all

She'd pity the fuck out of this poor girl like honey, please do better, you're still young you have time--

She's also not super thrilled that Danny is dating someone a decade younger than both of them and bringing her around Ramona before she can vet her, but that irritation is mostly directed at Danny anyways. Once she's able to get Meg alone and know her a bit more, she's fine with her.

She couldn't give less of a shit who Danny is dating, Ramona is her first and only concern with who's around her baby. She might even start hanging out with Meg one on one just because it annoys Danny and she can talk trash about him

[ef-1]

sympathy ties my tongue.

[seriousbrat]

Never said she hated James or that she was a gold digger. I do believe she loved him. But I also believe that part of the reason she was attracted to him and to the prospect of marrying James was the fact he was a rich pureblood and through him she could gain a more stable identity/community in a world where she probably felt like she didn't belong. This attraction and class appeal of James also probably made her downplay or ignore his faults and his previous actions towards Snape and others - that's why I called her pretty shallow and a social climber. She saw Snape being miserable for years, yet she still married James and why? Because he didn't use dark magic, appealed to her ego and a desire for safety and stability. She justified her attraction with her black and white morals, selfish interest and grew to like James more - despite him being an entitled arrogant asshole who she saw tormenting her ex friend for years. That tells me a lot about her. There simply must have been a reason why she married such a jerk with a bullying history. And I'm not calling James evil btw. And no not all 20 year olds have babies during a war. She jumped straight to a relationship, got married after a year - reckless, and had a baby year later - immature. And no you cannot be a kind saint while surrounding yourself with shitty people. I believe all the characters in this era were shitty, some more, some less. Most of them had good intentions for sure, Lily included, but she was not like the way you talk about her. Because she was close to pretty nasty people. James was a dick, Sirius was a less evil Bellatrix, Remus was an enabler and I don't even like talking about Peter. Snape had such a shit life that it's impossible to not be shitty in his situation, Petunia was a complete jerk and you actually think that Lily - the person that was moving in circles with these people - was a kind, feminist, role model? That's why I do not like this potrayal. Not only it doesn't make sense with the knowledge we have about her but it is also kind of sexist to reduce her to a kindred spirit who can do no wrong and has the best of intentions. Btw I'm not saying you are completely wrong, after all we do not know her canon personality, I'm just arguing with how I see her and why. I prefer this more negative perception because it makes her more human in my mind. I also do read and enjoy your fic, because even if I do not agree with the way you see these characters, I can enjoy different versions of them from time to time.

Okay, I debated whether to respond to this, honestly-- the thing is you're just not going to convince me that this is a fair and good-faith assessment of Lily's character and not generally quite callous and unforgiving.

You didn't literally use the term 'gold digger,' but you assumed (and have now doubled down on that assumption) that there could be no other primary reason other than money and status for why she was attracted to James and married him. Sorry girl but that is calling her a gold digger even if you didn't use the actual term.

This attraction and class appeal of James also probably made her downplay or ignore his faults and his previous actions towards Snape and others

"probably" based on what lmao. Look sorry but I just think it's so obvious that this is rooted in your own beliefs about women, subconscious though they may be. Even if we say for argument's sake that James never improved his behaviour and had no redeeming qualities that might make him attractive to a woman, women marry dickheads all the time lmao. And not all or even most of those dickheads are wealthy. Like this is such a ridiculous and ungenerous assumption, on many levels.

Snape had such a shit life that it's impossible to not be shitty in his situation

I already posted this bit (because it's very funny) but I'll say it clearly: LMAO. This is absolutely so indicative of your biases and I don't think you can even see it. Wah wah wah, what a poor misunderstood baby 🥺🥺🥺Yeah Snape was so tragic and tortured that he just couldn't help joining a fascist organisation bent on the destruction of people like Lily. But Lily can only have married a man who was a bully in school because she was shallow and opportunistic. Give me a break lmfao

Petunia was a complete jerk and you actually think that Lily - the person that was moving in circles with these people - was a kind, feminist, role model?

If Lily is at fault for the actions of everyone around her, what on earth is Snape for 'moving in circles' with murderers and sadists and racists and fascists etc etc? Oh, I forgot, Snape can't help it bc everyone was so mean to him 🥺 so it makes him just a 'less evil Bellatrix' not in control of his own shittiness, whereas Lily is for some reason even at fault for the actions of her SISTER even though people can't choose who they're related to. hahahaa. Can't you see how this is wildly unfair???

I've never said Lily was a 'saint' or a 'feminist role model.' Lmao. If you can't see how a woman can be generally a kind and good person without being some sort of unrealistic flawless saint, that's honestly your own issue. If you prefer a 'negative' portrayal of a woman because that makes her more 'human' (read: realistic) to you, idk what to tell you. People just thinking a woman is a good person isn't an inferior read on a character than yours haha, (nor is it 'kind of sexist' LOL but nice try) like have you never met a kind woman irl? Sorry about that, but it's not my problem.

Look, I'm glad you've read my fic, thank you, and that you're at least open to other interpretations of Lily. However I honestly think that yours needs some serious self-reflection. Ordinarily I'd say that you know, it might not be my business nor is it productive to get on people's cases for simply disagreeing with my interpretations of a character, but you did bring this ridiculous and misogynistic take into my inbox. Like feel free to continue unfairly hating Lily on your own blog basically lol.

[strebcr]

I know I said I wouldn't post shitty anons anymore, beacuse it gives them the attention their parents clearly never gave them. But with that being said:

NONNIE YOU ARE IN NEED OF A BITCH THE MOST 😭

[quietwingsinthesky]

ur blog stinks of transmisogyny proshitter

[msnihilist]

It is worth noting that I get a lot of anon hate, mostly insults and vague threats, but that's just the thing — I get anon hate.

By which I mean, no one gets anons about me. There's no call out post circulating about me.

There's nothing to say that I'm not very open about. Everyone who follows me and is friends with me is very much aware of what I write about and what kind of dynamics that I enjoy in fiction.

Anons don't tell other people that I'm a horrible person, they tell me that I'm a horrible person.

Because they know that I'm not. They just want me to hate myself.