#so there is my justification bye

[reel-fear]

Honestly, every single time the whole 'poppy playtime is a bendy rip-off' stuff ever shows up I find it all extremely unconvincing and silly.

For one thing, rip-off usually is meant to imply that it's a cheap lazy copy of a better more polished thing, and uh. Sorry but even from chapter 1? Poppy Playtime is a better game than Bendy, it has a simple but understandable story, the game manages to be thrilling, creepy, and very intense at times... I mean that Huggy chase in the vents ALONE puts it way above Batim for me.

I mean BATDR had the most slow stupid chase I've ever seen [and every other encounter with the ink demon is text telling u he's there and then a timer goes down and u get jumpscared] and batim's chases were either silly or just not nearly as theatric or terrifying as that.

When making the vent sequence I mean not only is it absolutely horrifying to realize how fast Huggy is in there but also it's so theatric and cool? The fact that you round a corner after thinking you escaped only to see a terrifying animation of that thing crawling toward you is awesome! I wish Bendy had stuff like that!

And all the stuff it shares with Bendy are generic things Bendy ripped from other horror games/media anyways. I'm not saying Poppy Playtime isn't inspired by Bendy I for sure think it is but Bendy is such a generic story that somehow fails to do tropes 100 other horror games have done any comparison only makes Poppy Playtime look better.

"It has employees being sacrificed for their company" That is not a concept Bendy invented, literally look at any of the sci-fi horror series Bendy is very inspired by. This is literally a twist in the original Alien.

"It has a scary woman forcing you to do tasks for her" Once again, not a concept Bendy invented, a scary mysterious person forcing you to do fetch-quests is a concept found in tons of horror media. And at least Poppy Playtime gave you a chase with her and let you defeat her, look at poor malice. She's barely on screen for more than 10 minutes before she gets stabbed.

"It has a cult worshipping the monster" This is something tons of horror games and media have done too. I mean In The Tall Grass has a guy who worships a giant magical rock in the middle of a grass maze, Bioshock [which Bendy has only been taking more and more direct inspiration from while failing to grab any of the compelling parts] also had a lot of themes of religion and cult-ish behavior, almost every horror media franchise has at one point done a cult thing.

Bendy couldn't even come up with a reason Sammy worships the ink demon, the best motivation we've ever gotten is just that 'he's crazzyyyy the ink made him insaneeee'. Who is the cheap rip-off here?

At least Poppy Playtime gave their cultist a motive for worshipping the monster + a proper boss fight that feels intense and looks awesome! Bendy didn't even let you kill Malice [she got stabbed in front of you and then just collapsed on the floor how thrilling] meanwhile you get to kill three of the villains in Poppy Playtime and the gameplay and action in those scenes have only gotten better as the game went on.

I mean Sammy walks into a room and goes "AAA SCARY I'M BEING MURDERED" then later shows up and for NO REASON sees a normal human man and assumes it's the ink demon before once again someone else kills him for you. In Poppy Playtime you defeat Catnap as he floods the world with this horrible nightmare-inducing gas that intensifies the color palette and his design. Fight off versions of him that are illusions that you need your flare gun for, then watch in a wonderful animation as he mistakes the monster for his savior before getting killed by it, in a brutal way I might add, which game are we accusing of being cheap, lazy garbage again?

I just find this argument to be people who Really Really need to find a reason to hate Poppy Playtime which I think is silly. The devs being weird, shady people is already enough reason to dislike the game, you don't need to invent reasons why secretly every part of the game is malicious or bad. But esp when I see Bendy fans saying they don't support Poppy Playtime or dislike it bc of its devs or even saying its cringe ummmm.

I have bad news about the fact Bendy's devs are worse and it took not one, but TWO over an hour long videos to cover it all. Plus the Bendy games are just the worse games in every aspect, if I could sell my batim copy for a copy of Poppy Playtime I wouldn't hesitate at all.

Saying this as a bendy fan, we have no right to be super judgy towards Poppy Playtime. If Poppy Playtime is embarrassing cringe, Bendy is too and is way more embarrassing of an interest. We shouldn't spread misinformation just because we all want to hate Poppy Playtime, you can dislike Poppy Playtime without making up a bunch of nonsense to justify it.

Honestly seeing people just blatantly be unfairly mean to Poppy Playtime only makes its critics look worse and makes it hard to take any backlash to the games seriously. Because surprise surprise if you spread misinformation to make a point people will quickly stop listening to Anything you have to say bc they won't trust you're telling the truth anymore.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

omgg lol [guy who won't stop going "more like scapeGOATED" voice] now hold! on!! lmao [same guy just saw encanto voice] Hold on!!!

[attila-werther]

I feel so so normal right now

[goldenhare]

"However, it is important to balance the consideration of the unreliable narrator, with analysis of the characters as presented, and therefore the potential symbolic, if not literal, relevance of their actions to our understanding of them."

wow, i ate; kfldfdfs

[snekdood]

"TrANsMeN rEalLy nEeD tO HaVe wOmEn AroUnD TO NoT Be MiSoGyNiSTic 🤪" bitch i have great relationships w my mom and gma, i dont think it's on my end with this one

[mona-risms]

whats goodie gang its the mira headcanons anon. i gotta say THANK YOU FOR THE FOODDD. also im back for more bc i fear your writing absolutely blew me away.

anyways may i request nsfw headcanons for mira w/ an afab reader? and kinda random but perchance could you throw a strap in there somewhere? okay bye (lifts up arms floats away into the sky)

◆ MAIN COURSE: sub!Mira x dom!afab!Reader

◆ TYPE: NSFW, romantic

◆ ALLERGEN WARNINGS: None I think??

◆ NOTES: First off I'M GLAD YOU LIKED IT and second off I love her too bro I gotchu 🫡

OH MY GOD. I LOVE YOU. I love anyone who reqs afab reader actually BUT STILL.

Okay. OKAY. First off other people may say that this woman would prefer the dominant role BUT. This is a sub character blog. And I swear I have justification for Mira okay I swear I do

It's the fact that before she got into HUNTR/X, she's never really fit anywhere. Not with people in society, not with friends, certainly as hell not with her family. Before them, she thought that she'd never have a place where she could just.. belong, and honestly something like that can get ANYONE to feel like they're on some sort of constant survival mode as she refuses to let anyone see any sort of vulnerability that they may use against her

But then there was HUNTR/X, the people she considers the family she doesn't even wanna lose, no matter what. And then there was you. You, who gave her the time, the space, the understanding, instead of dismissing her for her unsavoury bluntness or thinking that she was nothing but a very prickly problem

I think your first time together wouldn't be until like. A bit later in the relationship, I think give or take around 6 months. Being in a relationship w her in the first place already means she trusts you more than most, but getting intimate with each other? First of all, an idol's schedule is BUSYYYYY idk if there'd be any time for that kinda thing, especially not when you're considered the Top 1 K-Pop unit. Second of all?

"We don't have to do anything, if you don't want to."

The words barely register in Mira's brain, the sound and sensation of her own heartbeat overrideing any other senses she had. When it does, however, her head snaps to look at you dead in the eyes, having to look up slightly due to your position—she was sat on the bed, with you having slipped into her lap in the midst of a particularly heated make-out session.

"Huh?"

"Your face," you lifted your hand up to tuck a few strands of pink hair behind her studded ear, "you look scared. We can stop."

She felt her heart squeeze, and a tingling heat in her core. It wasn't because of the way you dragged your hand from her ear.. to ghost her jaw.. before settling on her chin as your thumb lightly traced her bottom lip, though it did help a lot. Rather, it was moreso due to the way you had looked at her—years of living like you were nothing but a problematic inconvenience because your presence was too loud, and yet there was just this person who was willing to wait and listen anyway instead of walking away.

You looked at her like she hung the moon, what the hell was she supposed to do about that?

"No, it's--" The idol cleared her throat before trying again, her voice smaller than both of you had ever expected, "I'm not scared, just.. you're not.. going to think I'm too much to handle after this, right? I've never really done anything with anyone."

"Never let anyone get close enough?"

"Fuck you," there was no anger in her words. "..Yeah."

You just let out a hum, as if the two of you were discussing the weather rather than sex. And then you shook your head as your hand then went from her chin.. down to her the middle of her chest, "I'm not going to think you're 'too much', but we both know you'd rather see it than hear it. So." And you push lightly, "Lie down. Let me demonstrate."

A traitorous blush coated Mira's cheeks, the colour visible within the moon's glow. The light push couldn't ever be enough to knock her down, but she let herself fall back anyway, her hair sprawling behind her like a halo.

She finds herself enclosed within your arms a mere few seconds later when you crawl over to hover above the cool beauty, your lover. And in that very moment, when you duck down to trace kisses down her body while clothes are slowly discarded from both of your bodies, it feels as if the two of you are the only people in the world.

"Instead of 'too much'," you continued when you finally reached the apex of her thighs, wet and glistening, "I'll make sure you feel like you're mine instead.

Mira feels as if she really belonged.

Anyway proceeding to the actual NSFW hcs :3

Start off with Mira's part on this post bc I feel the need to address it again thank you

I think she'd absolutely ADORE soft sex actually. Listen throw away kinks for a second, right. She's gone without care for so long just bc her being a 'problem chold' and being outspoken would def equal to not needing any proper emotional care bc why would she need that? Clearly she can handle it all on her own, right? WRONG she actually needs to be taken care of. Finger her while holding her close so that she can cling to you, even after she cums all over your hand

Apart from that though honestly I feel like she'd be into bondage and acting like a brat. There's something about pretending to struggle and resist—emphasis on the 'pretending' bc be so fr all three girls could snap anyone like a Kit Kat bar thanks to their training—that has her thighs squeezing together. It's like a form of reclaiming I guess? Since everyone else thought she was too much trouble, and yet now she's sprawled on the bed and even the punishment for being a bad girl's sweeter than sin for her

Turnoffs........I don't think she'd enjoy titles much, like 'mommy' and such. Genuinely not for any reason apart from she personally isn't into it, which honestly fair enough girl. Idk if she'd enjoy petplay either, or degredation in general—it has her getting her hackles raised so fucking fast. Light degredation woukd be fine, esp when it's later on in the relationship and she 's more than comfortable with you now. But not too much yk

Creamer and someone who's definitely REALLY into overstim. Anyway

Also? A size queen actually ���

Whenever Mira jokes by going full deadpan, sometimes you can't tell whether she's being serious or not. And that's perfectly fine, because either way it was usually going to end up entertaining one way or another.

You didn't think it'd apply to a talk about dildos, though.

In the midst of aftercare after a particularly taxing session, the lazy topics between you had somehow migrated to the talk of toys; the type the two of you would like, making fun of toher specific toys, and then...

And then there was the sizes.

You brought up getting your girlfriend the biggest, the most monstrous, the most diabolical strap you'd ever find. And her answer?

"Do it."

You really, really weren't sure if she was joking or not.

..Until today, when in the middle of eating her out, she reached underneath her bed just to reveal a blank box that held.. well, the exact thing that Mira's cunt now tried to hold onto despite you pistoning your hips over and over.

It wasn't the biggest, or the most monstrous, but it was definitely diabolical. You had to open her up slowly with a lot of lube, stretching her out with one finger.. then two.. then three, making sure that she could at LEAST take the start. The rest? The two of you decided to work it out as you went. ..Though it didn't feel like there was much 'figuring out' being done, not as if you were complaining—Mira's nails clawed at the sheets as she let out a series of sultry moans and curses under her breath, all while she moved her hips as if she were on some very enthusiastic autopiloting.

Her speech was jagged at best and utterly incomprehensible at worst, but she clenched on your strap as if it were something real—it couldn't even do so properly, not when it was already stretched out as is.

And you could never forget the stunned face she made when you put it on.. and the way her body shook as she came for god knows how many times now as she buried her head in her pillows in an attempt to shut herself up.

JUST SAYING AFTERCARW IS SO SOSOSOSOSOSO IMPORTANT TO HER!!! She gets so endearingly quiet as the two of you just lay there for who knows how long. And she'll also ask if you wanna get anything to eat/get delivered. AND she'll ask you if you wanted anything before she passed out for a nice nap

It just turns into a cuddle sesh and honestly? What more could anyone ask for?

[becausegraf]

Everything You Put Me Through - what is this ‘everything’ really?

Featuring: 

1) Interpreting the actual meaning of Blitz’ angry rant

2) A look into how Stolas misheard him just like most of us did, and 

3) A side-track into how they both gave the wrong signals about what they actually wanted from each other right from the start.

So, idk if this is a new-ish idea or not but

I've been pondering that moment where Blitz goes 'After *everything you've put me through*!!' during their one-sided argument, because it just didn't make a whole lotta sense to me.

The *obvious* reading would be that he means everything as in 'the sex arrangement [that I didn't like but didn't object to]' and I get the impression that's what most people read it as, taking it at face-value. 

It makes no sense though, as we see all kinds of evidence for Blitz actually *wanting* the arrangement to stay exactly as it is. Both before the Full Moon and after he shows his motivation to stick with their deal, and ‘it makes sense’ to him. He's at least physically into Stolas and Stolas is into him, for as far as he knows/hopes, what could possibly be wrong about continuing to have regular sex dates they both enjoy?

Throwing out that accusation of Stolas putting him through something upsetting, I personally felt like he was talking out of his ass spouting something aggressive just to channel his anger *somewhere*, including the whole tangent he went on with the whole 'not taking the lower class seriously' thing. 

Sure, it's an angle you can definitely consider, but it just seemed to have so little to do with their actual interactions around their agreement, and with what was happening right there and then?? The dismissive ‘bye Blitz I'm done talking please leave’ attitude, sure, but something about his rant doesn't seem on-topic enough to be about JUST that.

-

All that said, I think I finally figured something out:

He's talking about explicitly everything *other than the sex part*

‘The sex part’ is specifically what he WAS okay with, but it's the whole 'ugh wtf is he trying to do here, playing at us being actual friends and him caring about me' that was NOT part of the agreement that caused by far the most emotional distress to Blitz, and what I think he had in mind when thinking of 'stuff Stolas put him through' that he'd *actually* have struggled with.

Like.... this might sound kinda backwards but I can see Blitz legitimately struggling with 'how dare he put me in this situation where he gets hurt and I feel like it's my fault, and somehow I'm supposed to care and I DO care but what the fuck am I supposed to *do with that*.'

- because that'd be the sort of emotional challenge that'd really throw him off and make him feel absolutely terrible.

'If he'd just kept this business-only, I wouldn't be this conflicted.’

If it was ‘just business’ and nothing more, there would be neither the expectation nor the justification to approach Stolas and everything about him like a friend. Blitz *needs* it to be unambiguously ‘just business’ for his own comfort and sanity, because if it isn't… 

Example:

A prissy rich boy just looking to get giggity living out his fantasy couldn't possibly give a fuck if his ‘plaything’ to be ignored outside of fun times didn't come see him at the hospital, right? If that's what this is (and to Blitz that was the only believable option), to go visit him would be an enormous risk, and a huge emotionally messy one at that, given what happened the last time he tried to see someone he cared about who got hurt because of him. 

Yeah hahah, no. It's way easier to tell himself Stolas doesn't care, than to open THAT whole can of worms and push himself into the purgatory of being rejected in anger or be made fun of for being so stupid as to think Stolas might have wanted him there for real.

It's that internal emotional turmoil that really messes him up, and that he resents Stolas for. 

‘Why can't he just play by the obvious rules and keep it simple and clean, why does he have to do this pretend-bullshit making me almost think he actually values me, and make it so hard to keep my distance and stay detached, damnit!’

Because if that's what Stolas was actually doing, that would 1000% count as ‘playing with someone's feelings’, wouldn't it?

The annoying nicknames and the 'having sex appointments' stuff is not remotely the sort of thing that actually bothers someone like Blitz that much. It's maybe a nuisance or inconvenience, but there's no way he actually has deep-seated emotional pain about that. 

Stolas trying harder and harder to invite him closer and get to know him, THAT would be what would piss Blitz off, because he could only see it as this owl dragging him into some dumb roleplay. And that is what would actually, genuinely hurt to be a part of, because he wishes it *could* be real.

When Stolas ‘plays at being his friend in earnest’, Blitz thoroughly hates how it makes him feel.

Stolas is NOT pretending, but that's 100% inconceivable to Blitz. It being genuine is the one possible interpretation he can't risk taking seriously because if he's *wrong* oh my lord…

‘This hurts and I wished he'd stop doing what's causing me to feel this way.’

At this point in time, Blitz can't process his own feelings well enough to comprehend that that's what's causing him this pain, so all he feels is agitation over something vague. 

He feels anger, some resentment towards Stolas, and the only proper explanation he can give to himself is that Stolas is being thoughtless and disrespectful towards him - of course he'd be bothered and annoyed. That makes sense in his mental framework.

‘This whole thing he does, pretending to give a shit for real makes me feel like garbage, and he just keeps doing it like it's nothing, because he's just a total braindead douche when it comes to that specific stuff. He doesn't get why he needs to stop at *all*.’’

Blitz is walled off from his own vulnerable yearning and desires by fifteen layers of deflection and ignoring and irony. 

He tells himself he hates Stolas’ disrespectful, patronizing attitude, when the core of it is *disappointment* and self-doubts, and how it triggers his sense of unworthiness and hopelessness about never being able to have anything ‘real’.

He *genuinely* didn't get it, as obvious as it seems from an external POV, and other than Fizz nobody had any reason to challenge him on that. Other parties either didn't care, saw it just like Blitz did, or had no idea Blitz could be *that* freaking blind. 

Example:

Millie goofily referring to Stolas as Blitz's ‘boyfriend’ to her parents. Blitz responds as if she's disrespectfully joining in with Stolas’ thoughtless making a mockery of his feelings just to tease him, rather than being affectionately cheeky about this odd but kind of cute situationship he has going on and ‘pretends’ to be in denial about.

-

ALL OF THIS makes what he said when he blew up at Stolas make perfect sense.

... and it also means Stolas misheard it as 'he thinks I'm just some shallow sex fiend using him for pleasure' instead of 'he's mad at me because to him it sounded like all my attempts to be nice to him were just a messed up powerplay, despite me meaning every word of it'.

To Stolas, Blitz thinking he'd be that shallow is easy to believe because it's the most obviously logical possibility, AND it's also kind of his worst fear at that point. 

The notion of his genuine interest and tenderness being consistently misread, by comparison, is a pretty strange mental twist. It *almost* makes no sense at all that someone could only half-intentionally misconstrue regular kind messages as some contrived fucked up performance.

'When did I ever play with his feelings, it can't be all the times I tried to be nice to him with no strings attached because I really meant that in earnest... so it's gotta be the sex arrangement he's mad over??'

No wonder he took it the way he did.

-

Now, for my third section - it's quite the tragicomedy that their first reunion as adults was a whole pile-up of giving each other inaccurate impressions of what the other one actually wanted.

'Are you here to ravish me' = oh okay, owl do be randy??? thinketh a Blitz

'Oh hey there buddy, want me to ravish you then~?' = oh uh wow uh um ok he's here because he's actually for real into me????? wondereth a Stolas

and then they just kept that little 'roleplay' of trying to give the other what they thought they wanted from each other going, assuming that was the actual primary motivation of the other (when really Blitz was there for the book and Stolas had no idea what he was getting himself into and he was just making shit up on the fly half sloshed).

They pretty much *showed* each other that yes, they do in fact want-a-da-sex from each other, pretty explicitly,

and the deal they struck was just a convenient excuse to keep seeing each other.

It's not that hard to see how Stolas' thinking went there... 

‘Hey so, that was the most amazing thing ever and oh my goodness me, if Blitz actually likes me that way and as an aside he can use the grimoire too, um, well, tee hee hee? maybe we can make it a regular thing officially~?’

He called it favours for favours, but really it's sex for sex, and the grimoire's kind of a bonus tossed in because it makes a neat story, for as far as he's concerned. He clearly didn't have any intentions of withholding it if Blitz wanted a different arrangment.

'Let's keep having dates under this little fun guise of borrowing my book, because hee hee hoo hoo that's a neat dramatic plot device just like in my novels.'

He only way later clues into the implications of it as 'wait shit he does actually really need that book for real, this is kinda messed up despite never intending to lord it over him like this'.

Stolas *would* be the kind of dork to think of it like some romance story where the fated lovers come up with some cover story to continue their passionate forbidden tryst

... and it also makes scheduling really simple, HAH. 

(I mean scheduling can be *such* a pain in the ass, anyone who's ever played DnD would know that well enough, right~? Consistency is key ehehehehe.)

[mirainwonderland]

I’m a Phone Call Away

Tags: fluff, slight angst if you squint, minimal swearing, nothing crazy

Word Count: 1.2k words

A/N: I feel like I didn’t put the effort into this i should have so I’m sorry if it’s a little lackluster 🥲 it might be fine i just wrote the idea i had in my head and here we areee so here have this x

· · ───────── ·𖥸· ───────── · ·

Hey…

I know… you probably don’t want to hear from me right now. Heh… I’m probably the last person you want to hear from. But…

I just need you to know: I worry about you. I love you… so much, sweetheart. You know that right?

…

Long breath.

…I’m givin’ you some space. ‘Know you need it. But you only get so much of it, you hear? Cause whatever we have is gonna work, okay? I’m not letting you get out of this that easy. And no argument is gonna change that, yeah?

…

Okay well… I’ll… try and call you tomorrow night. I… hope you pick up. Uh… I love you. Bye.

Your phone hits the bed as soon as the preverbal click echoes in your ear, ending the voicemail. Rolling over onto your side, you face away from it, heart weighing down into your heels.

You don’t have a justification really. Don’t have a reason to be isolating yourself from him, from the world at large. You try and tell yourself it was a petty conversation that hardly breached into argument territory, but your heart just won’t agree with you.

It hurt.

And it was stupid.

…and you miss him.

Screw you and your sensitive ass.

It wasn’t just that though. You’ve been feeling off lately for weeks. Everything irritates you, your chest feels like you’re carrying around a weight, and you’ve cried too many times to count on both hands. You’re so overstimulated; nothing tastes good anymore. You felt lost and confused, and you didn’t want to drag him down with you any further.

He had enough to worry about anyway.

And it didn’t really help that he hadn’t listened to you the night or the argume— discussion. It was a lively discussion. If you start thinking it’s an argument, you’ll just spiral and freak yourself out with relationship ending fantasies.

Your screen lights up, a gentle ping behind you, but you don’t turn. You know it’s probably a text from him. He’s worried about you. You haven’t talked to him in two days, which is not like you at all. You know the only reason he hasn’t just shown up at your apartment is because he’s been so busy with work lately.

That, and he’s keenly aware of the fact that something is off, and you seem to be pushing him away. He doesn’t like it, but he understands the need to breathe.

Only you don’t want time away from him. Not really. But you don’t know what you do want. You’re a walking dichotomy, and it’s scrambling your own brain. You feel awful. You curl up a little deeper in your sheets, wanting to sleep away the headache that never seems to go away.

But sleep hates you too.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

Leon lets out a long, heavy breath. He sets his work bag down on the couch with a heavy hand, yanking open a few extra buttons of his dress shirt. His chest heaves for a couple good breaths, the hair on it peeking out from the open front.

If you’d told him several years ago that he’d find a girl who would stress him out this much by holing herself up in her room for two days, he would have laughed in your face and downed another drink. He didn’t need anybody, or get that close to anybody, even though deep down he knew that was a bold-faced lie.

Now he’s not afraid to admit it. He’s not heard a word from you, and it’s got him pacing the floor, and lying awake in bed all sweaty. His jacket hits the back of the sofa and he rubs a hand over his stubbled jaw.

“Fuck…” he mumbles under his breath. He’d left you the voicemail this morning, and still nothing from you. Not that he necessarily expected you to come running into his arms the moment you heard it (well okay a little bit), but he hoped for at least a text—some acknowledgment— that you’d gotten it.

He understands though. He’d been feeling like something was off with you for awhile. And he’ll admit that he didn’t really listen to you that night in the car. It had just escalated into an argument, and really it was all his fault. You had been trying so hard to call out to him for help in the only way you knew how, and he failed to come to your rescue.

What a jerk.

Boyfriend of the year.

Great job, Leon.

He heaves another tired sigh, his shoulders drooping, as he meanders into his bedroom with his hands shoved into his pockets. He wants nothing more than to get out of these itchy clothes. He’d love even more to have come home to find you hanging out in his apartment like you often did. But of course you weren’t, and Leon didn’t know why he was disappointed.

His shoulders crack as he stretches them, his shirt hitting the floor. He avoids his reflection in the mirror, not really needing to feel any worse than he already does.

He flops down on the couch in front of some shitty television, with a shitty bowl of instant ramen in his hand, letting the TV land on a random shitty channel. He stabs his fork into the noodles, twisting them around the prongs, trying not to turn up his nose at how much he doesn’t want a bachelor dinner tonight.

Not when the ghostly memories of your cooking still haunt his kitchen with their smells.

Not when he can hear the echo of your laugh as you two curl up on his couch to eat and watch Gilmore Girls.

He misses that stupid show.

His discards the noodle cup on the coffee table, hardly touched, when his phone buzzes. He feels tired. It’s probably Hunnigan or someone who can’t conceptualize that work days have endings to them. It was already insanely late, what did they want now? He answers it without looking.

“Yeah, what?” He sighs, not trying to hide the weariness and deadpan beat of his voice.

There’s a long pause on the other end.

“Um…hey.” Comes the extra quiet murmur he recognizes right away.

His heart jumps and sinks all at once when he hears your voice. He instantly feels bad, straightening up on the edge of his couch.

“Baby— hey.” He grabs his phone a little tighter, hating himself already for answering the phone the way he did. “Sorry, I didn’t realize it was you.”

Another long pause.

“You okay…?” He prods when he’s greeted with quiet breathing, not wanting to push too much, but eager to bridge that gap you’ve created. He knows your pride always takes an unnecessary beating when you lay down your sword like this and reach out for help. He always told you you didn’t need to be ashamed, but you still got that lump in your throat and the burn in your cheeks.

“I… can’t sleep.” Those familiar words crackle from the other end of the receiver. A sign of surrender, of your walls going down. Of your hand reaching out to him through the phone and wanting him to respond. He’s not gonna fuck it up this time.

“Can you come over?”

He’s already on his feet, slinging on his jacket.

“Yeah, sweetheart. Sit tight. I’m on my way.”

[scribblesofagoonerr]

when did she grow up so much? | buddy & monkey: double the trouble

this blurb is based around this request, i was lacking motivation to post it until now so i hope it does justification... 💗

"i don't like it, she's growing up way too quick!"

"well it was bound to happen one day,"

"yeah, but like, not like this! she's still so little-- what if someone pushes her down, or they hurt her?"

monkey for sure did struggle with the fact that buddy was growing up right in front of her eyes and it left her emotional, she didn't quite know how to handle it at all.

jordan and leah were left amused with the girls dramatics, they were both dreading this day but they knew it was a big milestone for their little girl.

"calm down, she's going to be fine, monkey."

"i think you're more worried about her than we are,"

"she's just so little... can't she wait like another year? she stay home, where's safe... right?"

buddy on the other hand was so excited about the idea of going to preschool and was practically racing towards the door to get there on the day, which was quite the opposite of how monkey felt about her favourite little buddy.

from waking up at the crack of dawn and getting herself dressed for the day, buddy was raring to go and explore her first day at preschool.

"we go in now?"

"slow down little miss, the doors' not even open yet. just wait a little bit."

"i wan' go in!"

"you can soon, i know you're excited but you can't go in just yet, buddy."

sure enough as soon as buddy got the chance to run inside, she was quick to make her escape away from her family, which left leah gobsmacked about the fact that buddy was so eager to run off without so much as a goodbye for them.

"she didn't even say bye,"

"she just ran in there, she left without even so much as a goodbye,"

"well looks like she couldn't wait to go in then,"

"my baby... when did she grow up so much?"

"and now whos' being emotional and dramatic, huh?

needless to say that it was a sad day for everyone to watch buddy hit that milestone and there was a whole lot of tears.

[writingsoftarnishedsilver]

a shower thought rant

specifically about female reader insert fics

Ok so I know it’s a common pet peeve for people when reader-inserts describe the physical traits of the reader character. Like I get it, immersion, blank slate, yada yada. But let’s be real for a second. Most of these so-called “blank slates” aren’t blank at all. They’re thinly veiled templates of the same exact character over and over again.

She’s almost always thin, with a tiny waist. Or somehow, she’s thin and has massive boobs (because of course). Her body is this stereotyped “ideal”, and if her curves are ever mentioned, it’s only in the “acceptable” places, like ass or chest, and it’s always about being hourglass but not too much because she’s slim thicc not fat.

And I’m sorry, but where does that leave the rest of us? Where’s the space for the 99% of people who don’t look like that? Where’s the room for someone who doesn’t fit into that specific fantasy mold of what a “desirable” woman looks like?

Anyway my point is, I’m going to keep writing my reader-inserts for mid and plus-sized women and if that “ruins your immersion,” then oh well. Because honestly, mid and plus sized women are used to reading stories that aren’t about them. They’re used to being erased or having to shrink to fit into some idealized image of what the the reader/love interest is “supposed” to look like.

And I’m over it.

I want stories where we are front and center, where being mid or plus-sized is just part of the story—no justifications, no apologies, no erasure. Real shit. And if that’s not your thing, there are literally thousands of stories, books, movies, and general media catering to your idea of “immersion.”

TLDR I’m writing for the girls who never get to see themselves in these stories, and that’s not going to change anytime soon, I’m gonna keep describing my reader insert characters and if u don’t like it, u can leave BYE

[mischievously-royalty]

I'm taking a break (sorta of)

Exams have been getting on my ass lately and I really need to focus more on school and stop procrastinating.

I also need to start paying more attention to how I'm treating myself, I treat myself in a very, VERY bad way. I have anger issues all the time, I get emotional and act like a cry baby for the most stupid things and I need to work on myself. I end up hurting myself, tugging at my hair until I pull it out, banging my head on the books for not understanding something that seems simple, scratching my body so hard that I start scarring it... you get it.

I don't want my mood to end up affecting the way I speak or act inside this app, I'm not quiting, I don't think I'll ever quit, I have made friends here and I want to keep them.

I might still answer some asks and do a few reblogs if I'm feeling bored.

*checks script* yeah, that's all for- Oh wait, I almost forgot this!

*clears throat*

I love you guys!

Yeah, now I'm done... Bye bye!

"Lying is a funny thing, it can be used to protect or to deceive someone. Sometimes, we lie to ourselves and this is the time when we must ask ourselves: Are we lying to protect ourselves or to deceive ourselves that we are ok?" (This makes no sense, I just like to act philosophical all of the sudden-)

— Gabriel

@certified-autistic @voxtechsmells @shortmomma1993 @justificated-catalyst @hazbinsprotectorxxx @itzay0910 @askyourauntierosie @the-hazbin-key @ask-zestial and @/everyone I forgo (sorry, my memory is getting worse these days)

[infiniteletters]

"why would you say we're omnipotent but also do a challenge to get something..?"

"oh you're omnipotent but also do xyz to get xyz and also pay me an insane price to give you tips and ticks that are actually available for free"

THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT I AM SAYING!!!

like if you are limitless then why the need to work on your limiting beliefs? like why there has to be your limiting beliefs in the first place if you're limitless?

you should def check out kiramizukii here on tumblr how she scammed her followers to enter void state if you wanna have shit and giggles lol and perhaps your fav panda memes suddenly appear at the back of your mind while scrolling her page pffttt the fact there is someone trying so hard to defend her bye

side note: the stuffs that im talking in prev asks is not what im experiencing in fact i was just observing loa community but i still wish i never discovered/leading myself to that fucked up community (sigh)

There is an account that pretends to be some girl who mnifest xyz (heart eyes, being a trillionaire, idek) in a void state and she posted screenshots of Q&A's i did on IG but cropped out my instagram name so the hundreds of likes think those are her Q&A screenshots🤣 She charges $100 to enter the void state for you but if you pay, many have said the money goes to a male name which is ""her cousin"" but it's actually them. They are also hellbend on the $100. Not a cent less, people gave them their last few dollars.. can you imagine.

A trillionaire charging the poor $100! I forgot their justification or that but it was nonsense.

Many have also said they "paid and nothing happened" and the guy replies with "it's your limiting beliefs". Do you see the joke?🧐

There's also a peron who has prices like up to $300-$500 for a subliminal... words underneath some sound. Which you can do by yourself if you want a subliminal so bad.

Do you know how many scented XXL candles I can buy with that.

There are sooo many scammers,including big youtuber(s) and I'm not surprised at all! It's a massive business. The proper ones are indistinguishable from the scammers, ESPECIALLY on tumblr it's heavy but interesting. Desperation will lead you to do the wildest things and lose your critical thinking skills and everyone knows that and will take advantage of it ($)

On our account here it's not that bad but people still lose some of their critical thinking skills and logic and believe we OWE them a reply and need to hold their hand guiding them while eating candy with them. It's such an interesting way of thinking, quite amusing too.

But, long story short, do not pay anyone on tumblr or IG. Do it yourself. What's the difference between you snd them.

If you still want to pay, go ahead i guess?

[sykilik101]

@themattress @ultraericthered @illustrious-rocket @pepsi-al @shitirishaterssay @azelmaandeponine @gouthepro @cosmicheartz @warlordess @dchan87 @hollylu-ships-it @miyatoriaka @pokeshipping @johnnyd2 @zdbztumble @weirdgirl92 @sykilik101 @lovingtheshow @wiseabsol @echidnapower @gabbaana @dbzebra

My pals!!!!!!!!! My friends!!!!!!!!!! My darlings!!!!!!!!! My honeybuns!!!!!!!!!!😘😘😘😘😘😘

All of you genwunners are invited to the amourshipping wedding which is about to be held once gen 9 ends!!!!!!!😘❤️😘❤️😘😂😘🥰🥰🥰🥰

Food and drinks will be available for free!!!!!!!🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

Cos pokeshipping is dead you genwunners!!!!!!!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

So suck it up losers!!!!!!!!!!!

I missed you, homie! I was gettin' lonely not seeing so many exclamation marks in my Asks, but you have returned! This also means the return of these fics, so let's go!

The bedsheets were cool to the touch as Misty collapsed onto her bed. The gentle whir of the air conditioning was the room's only salvation from silence, sunshine managing to sneak its way through the blinds. She rolled onto her side, her nose nestled against the pillow. His smell had long since been washed out, but she was nothing if not willing to fool herself.

Misty traced a finger along the comforter, watching it curve and angle itself to her touch. She savored how soft it felt against her fingertip; she settled her entire palm against it, pressing down into the mattress. Maybe if she used enough pressure, she could simulate the way his sleeping form would feel next to her.

Ash had been nothing if not true to his word; phone calls were her weekly treat (or whenever the boy found himself in a Pokémon Center), and the occasional envelope containing a letter and photos graced her mailbox. She'd saved them, of course; each one would be admired before being lovingly placed inside a box for safekeeping. They were her connection to him when he felt so far away.

However, no voice on the other end of a line, no scratchy handwriting or imperfectly framed shots could compete with a held hand, a pair of lips touching its other half, a hug that could go on forever and never lose its warmth. A sigh escaped her; she'd taught herself how to handle the yearning, how to pretend his voice was whispering her name in her ear, how to find the color of his eyes no matter where it hid.

Naturally, none of it compared to the real thing.

A chime rung through the gym, and Misty shoved her face into her pillow with a groan. A trainer had arrived, but she was in no mood to entertain someone's desire for a badge on her day off. She was experienced, however; eventually they would get the hint that nobody was coming to the door, and she would be allowed to return to her daydreams.

Another chime, however, washed away any hope of that happening.

With a low sigh she pulled herself from her bed, trudging the few steps to her door where the intercom was stationed. Her flare had become as widespread as her skills; surely that was enough justification for her snippy words towards the unsuspecting victim, right? She's paint a small dab of professionalism over her inflection, but "get lost" would be front and center.

She pressed her finger onto the button, not even bothering to clear her throat. "This is Misty. I'm sorry, but today's my day off, so you'll have to come back ano-"

"Pikachu pi!"

"Well, you heard her, buddy, we'll have to come back later."

Misty's heart practically grew legs and sprinted its way into her throat, eyes widening as she found her breath momentarily stolen. The cusp of a grin began to shake her lips as she felt the bottoms of her eyes warming. She knew he was likely joking with his reply, but just in case-

"Ash?"

No response.

It couldn't have just been a figment of her imagination. His last call had been mere days ago; she could still call to memory the slant of his lips as "Bye, Misty" tickled her ears. His voice was so distinct and clear; even after days, weeks, months of missing his presence next to her, she'd never mistake that tone of his, the one he loved saving for jabs aimed at her.

Without another word she bolted from her bedroom, nearly stumbling to the floor as she raced for the entrance of the gym. Make this right turn, speed down this hallway before drifting left, then a quick right-

The glass entryway hid no guests; silhouetted by Cerulean City's sunset was a boy with a cap, a beaming Pikachu, and a smile that she'd only seen the pixelated and photographed form of for so long.

Misty couldn't tell if she wanted to take precarious steps or blitz towards him; her legs stumbled forward awkwardly as she found some semblance of a middle ground between the two desires. Ash, seemingly aware of (and amused by) her disbelief, waltzed through the glass doors.

"Hey, Mist."

The two were only a handful of steps apart, but the nickname was enough for Misty to throw gravity to the wind, practically leaping into the boy. Her arms ensnared his torso; Ash had survived worse things than a potentially crushed rib cage, he'd be fine. The previous warmth in her eyes was beginning to grow hot, a vice slowly tightening around her throat.

"Ash, what- what are you doing here?"

"Getting crushed by one of your hugs, that's what I'm doing."

Her normal behavior would dictate that she tease him for that hitch in his voice, but joy made her generous and she eased back, blinking away the miniscule moisture fogging her vision.

"You're really here."

Ash sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. "Not for long if you keep hugging me like that."

"Piiika pika."

Pikachu patted at Ash's head, a cheeky grin plastered across his face. Ash retorted with his own, scratching the small mouse behind the ears.

"See, Pikachu thinks so, too."

Pikachu rolled his eyes, shaking his head before leaping to nestle himself atop Misty's shoulder.

"Pikachu pi pika."

"I don't think he does, Ash."

Their in-person banter had an energy she couldn't resist, elation splayed across her lips as Ash playfully pouted before her. A small giggle bubbled from within her; it was both surprising, and yet not, how quickly her previous dejection could be uprooted just by his presence.

A memory from their previous parting blipped in her mind. "Wait here, Ash! I didn't forget!" With a zeal in her step she practically floated back to her bedroom. Almost immediately upon entry she turned to the object hanging above her bed, and Pikachu cheered in glee at the sight. "Recognize this, Pikachu?"

"Pika pi!"

Taking it in hand she placed Ash's old cap atop her head, giving herself an approving nod in her bedroom mirror before making her way back to the entryway. Ash's grin grew tenfold at the sight of her, crossing his arms.

"Hey, nice hat you have there."

"Thanks, I had to send in about a million postcards to get it."

She giggled at his eye roll, but felt playful and, taking the bill in hand, spun it around so she wore the hat backwards. "Look at me, I'm a Pokémon Master in training!"

"Oh, come on, you have to put more energy into it than that! Look!" Ash hunched forward, holding the bill of his own hat between his fingers. He remained motionless for a moment, ostensibly for dramatic effect, before spinning it around, standing straight up as he did so.

"I'm Ash Ketchum, from Pallet Town, and I promise to be the greatest Pokémon Master in the whole world!"

"Pi pikachu!"

Misty could hardly blame Pikachu; when Ash wasn't being a pain in the butt, his energy was infectious, and seeing his goofy pose made her feel light on her feet, a flush warming her face. All of what she'd been feeling was suddenly coming to a head, and she felt as if her body was suddenly a slave to those emotions.

Wordlessly she took two steps forward and, with no warning for Ash, kissed him.

His sharp inhale nabbed her attention first, but his hands finding her waist stole it right back. She pressed her mouth harder against his; she hadn't realized until that moment how badly she missed this, missed the way his closeness and his touch and his lips made her want to melt away. Her arms snaked around his neck, using him as support and an anchor to bring him closer.

Their kiss petered out into smaller kisses before backing away, their lungs livid at the abuse they were taking. All she could see, think, feel was him; if the blush searing his cheeks was any indication, he felt the same way.

"I've missed that."

She grinned. "Me, too."

"Piiika."

Pikachu held his paws to his eyes, a bashful smile adorning him. The two shared a laugh, with Misty rubbing the top of Pikachu's head. "Sorry, Pikachu."

"Pika pika."

He leapt off her shoulder onto the floor, bounding towards the pool where the matches were fought. He turned to the duo, waving his hand to them.

"Piii-ka!"

"He probably misses all of your other Pokémon."

"Then I'll have to let them out; they've missed you both, too."

"But not as much as you, right?"

She threw him a smirk, giddy at the way his expression practically mirrored hers. "If you beat me in a battle, I'll tell you."

Ash beamed, taking her hand in his and nearly dragging her to the pool. "Better watch what you say, Mist. Pikachu and I won't go easy on you!"

"You better not, or else my Pokémon will send you back to the Pokémon Center in a flash!"

Their squabble continued as they made their way to the pool. Truth be told, a battle with Ash always lit the fire inside her. Whether she won or lost was irrelevant; standing across from him, watching his passion burn and seeing his brain wrack up ways to win were inspiring. She loved that about him, and always would.

They would battle, and their Pokémon would need to rest, and that was fine by her. It just meant that that night, Misty wouldn't have to press her hand into the mattress, or try to remember what Ash smelled like against her. She didn't know how long she'd have him, but she was determined to make every second count.

[thetulparsjanitor]

Uh...i'm supposed to write something on here??

Hello, my name is Harvey and i am the Janitor of the Tulpar freighter from the company "Pony Express". I've heard about this social media called "Tumblr" from Daisuke and i decided to give it a try. I also heard that some of my other crew members are on here too, i should look for them.

Forgive me and correct me if i make any mistakes. I am not really familiar with the internet of today.

I guess that's it for now, Goodbye.

Hi everyone!! I've seen a lot of ppl here make blogs about Mouthwashing characters and some even making one for their own OCs! i decided to make one for my own character too

Feel free to roleplay, send asks, reblog posts and more!!

This is my first time making an rp blog so sorry if it looks a bit bad lol

Some info about the mod:

-Name is Glitter

-Genderfluid and uses any prounouns

-Autistic

-Speaks english and spanish

-This is NOT my main account!! my main account is @glittercoffinn

↓Reference drawing for Harvey↓

↓And little relationship charts for him↓

Feel free to ask for more information about him anytime!! :D i love when ppl ask about my ocs

Now that that's aside, let's go with the rules and tws!

RULES ABOUT THE BLOG

1-NO NSFW OR ANY OPENLY EXPLICIT CONTENT! The mod is a minor so showing it in any form is strictly prohibited! suggestive asks/interactions ON CHARACTER are fine

2-BASIC DNI (Homophobes, sexists, proshippers, etc.)

3-Spam is okay in a limited amount

4-No sexualization of Anya or glorification of what happened to her

5-No justification of Jimmy's actions or shipping content of him (Rp accs are fine)

IF YOU BREAK ANY OF THESE RULES YOU'LL GET AN IMMEDIATE BLOCK!

TWs//CWs:

There is a big chance that this blog contains or discusses topics like:

-OC x canon (Oc x Curly)

-Suggestive themes

-Blood

-Suicide

-Rape / SA

If you are triggered by or dislike this type of content, i kindly ask you to not look at this blog or proceed with caution (more warnings will be added as the blog goes on)

Tags:

Responding to asks- #☆The janitor answers questions

Reblogs- #☆Harveys reblogs

Responding to reblogs- #☆Harvey responds

Random/Other posts- #☆Daily life

Texts:

If the text shows like this it means Harvey is talking

If the text shows like this it means this is Harvey's thoughts or what he is thinking

OOC-If the text shows like this it means the mod (me) is talking

The canon character's names are also colored!

Curly

Anya

Daisuke

Swansea

Jimmy

I don't know what else to add so bye!! i hope ppl see my blog and like it!

[queenlua]

Odd question - do you have any favorite books / places to look into animism for the curious, and that you thought were remarkably well done? (Only if you're comfortable answering, though!)

happy to help! though i suspect my answer will be a rather unsatisfying potpourri lol

inasmuch as i have an animistic practice it’s mostly an experiential thing.  i spent a lot of time running around in the woods as a kid & found myself relatively sensitive to a sense of awe, divine connection, etc in that context.  i was raised southern baptist so i contextualized those experiences as experiences of God, but, y’know.  later on i decided differently

and i do think a lot of relatively commonplace heavily-secularized rituals we experience in our daily lives have a sort of animistic component.  like, when i was a kid at Girl Scout camp, we had opening campfire and closing campfire each week, and we had a thing where we’d do a few big SHOUTS to wake up the spirit of the camp at the beginning of the week, and we’d say goodbye at the end of the week. and sure yeah it was a cheesy fun activity to get a bunch of kids and preteens SHOUTING for FUN. but also it's not that different than a lot of earnestly-practiced animistic rituals practiced worldwide. you can still say hi and bye to a forest before and after you go trampling around in there. it's extremely legal. if you wanted to get started you could probably do a lot worse than learning some Girl Scout songs & singing them around a campfire imho

anyway! i became interested in neopaganism/animism/polytheism due to a confluence of resources:

* i stumbled upon & then clicked around the religion section on Everything Shii Knows's personal wiki, which was kind of my introduction to some concepts that are pretty common-knowledge if you're a better student of history and/or religion than i was at the time, but, had a lot of nice resources on religious-studies-type stuff with a particular emphasis on neopaganism, since the author was the archdruid of the RDNA Mother Grove for a bit

(note that if you track down the author's current writings, he's taken a bit of a trad-right-wing turn, which i find kind of disappointing, but is also awkwardly common for writers in this space, so uh, word to the wise i guess)

* i liked John Michael Greer’s A World Full of Gods useful for offering a sort of "apologetics for polytheism" piece—as someone who, again, was raised pretty southern baptist and had a pretty specific mindset for What Valid/Invalid Theological Justifications Look Like, this gave me just enough justification that i felt intellectually OK exploring this sort of thing further. (this was probably mostly brainworms & idk how i'd feel about the book if i read it again today but it was invaluable at the time)

* (it just now occurs to me that it's pretty likely i heard of the book via either The Wild Hunt or some blog in the neopagan blogosphere back in the day. idk what became of the rest of that space but Wild Hunt's still around)

so once i decided i was open to this shit & it was resonating with me, i spent a lot of time at various rituals held by Earthspirit in the Boston area, and in particular i attended their Twilight Covening, which is an annual weekend-long... spiritual... thingy? in the mountains? idk, you get a bunch of woo new age people together for a weekend to do a weekend-long ritual plus intense focus on a particular discipline. a few of the participants i found to be kind of unserious and silly, but most of them were really cool & had spent a lot of time thinking about and practicing their various traditions. i studied under this intense awesome terrifying old lady who was really into Odin and had two phds, one of them in Nordic Stuff™. when i miss boston i mostly mean that i miss terrifying old ladies with multiple phds

...wow this is rambling on

ANYWAY, look, the New Age-y community broadly has the following subsets:

reconstructionists who are e.g. trying to recreate the rituals and religious practices of a particular older polytheistic religion as best as they are able (e.g. a bunch of people interested in Hellenistic Gods doing research on How Exactly Rituals Involving Zeus worked, and then doing them)

neopagans who freely acknowledge that the Thing They're Doing mostly originated in the late 1800s, but will often freely ape stuff from a variety of traditions. like they may be inspired by Hellenistic religion and they may be praying to Aphrodite or whatever but they are not super troubled by whether what they're doing particularly resembles what the ancient Greeks were doing

i think what reconstructionists are doing is really cool but not for me. i also think what neopagans are doing is really cool, but at the end of the day i was kind of like, it feels sort of dishonest/weird to ape from older traditions that may or may not have anything to do with the place i'm in...

...but at this point i HAD learned a lot of stuff from the community about e.g. how a ritual's constructed, how to access certain headspaces, etc

so i was like: can i just use these practices with special attention to the spirits/deities that i'm pretty sure actually exist in my own space?

and yeah, i had a particularly memorable trip to central Washington in winter where i was focusing on this sort of thing, and

that's about the time i started self-describing more as "animist" than "neopagan," since animist i think describes a broader, more generic concept of "paying attention to the Spirits Around You," and i don't think has to come with a bunch of baggage / hard doctrine / etc outside of like.. paying attention

the problem is about any religion that becomes Serious enough to start writing things down has generally moved past animism, so idk if you'll be able to find much writing about "animism as a modern practice" specifically. but i think doing a previous study of meditative/contemplative traditions in pretty much any religion, and then applying that to The World Near You, is probably the ticket

that or just read more history. i did write a paper on pre-Shinto religion in Japan once and that was definitely fun to research, the various nature cults at the time were definitely animist in nature, etc

(i guess in the spirit of full transparency i should say i went through a Weird Spiritual Crisis this past summer and so my personal views on What This All Is and What Spiritual Practice Makes Sense To Me are kind of in flux atm. i don't think that makes any of what i said here less valid; i've been doing neopagan/animist stuff since like 2012 at this point & don't have any particular regrets about that decade+, but yeah, just FYI so i don't look like i'm contradicting myself later on haha)

[bookishtheaterlover7]

Hey Booky! Marketing anon here.

So I had thought and I wanted to share with you something that’s not marketing specific related. I confirmed that TMZ did indeed crop fish out of the post with Chris of stars at the CAA party.

So, here’s the thing. Since I’ve already mentioned I work in marketing and PR, and my role very strictly aligns with legal, you’ll notice why I choose my words carefully and even if people want me to bash Fish I don’t. Not because I like her (I do not) but because I’m well trained in my job. I only say what I feel has concrete evidence to support my arguments. Fans hatred and opinions while valid cannot be the source of justification. Unless there’s hard evidence I will stay away from saying anything direct…

Just like those shady fuckers at TMZ 😉

Pay attention to TMZ. ET, JJ, ENews, etc are all paid to push a certain narrative because that’s how it works. But the fact that TMZ continues to be subtly shady is very interesting to me. Two years in and it’s still this way.

“Chris confirms he got married” - TMZ. Why didn’t they just say TMZ confirms? Because…they can’t. Two kinda ceremonies and sometimes rings and alluding based on IG follows is not confirmation. He said it, yes. That’s why they can write he confirms. But they can’t confirm it was with her because he didn’t say it. And even if he walks around with her and they wear rings - lol, they still haven’t said they married each other. Do you see why TMZ has to refrain? It’s a little silly at this point because most ppl have come accept Occam’s razor, but it is Hollywood. What happens here stays here but also doesn’t but also can be anything and nothing at the same time.

TMZ knows this and they also know out of anyone the shit that goes down in Tinseltown. Don’t y’all find it odd they’ve been so reluctant on this whole SS - barely choosing to report and only doing it when they absolutely have to? I’m not saying that this means they don’t think the two got legally married, but I am saying they have reason to believe in reasonable doubt.

Look at TMZ’s website and IG. They’re basically deuxmoi most of the time. Reporting on Kanye’s wife wearing assless pants to an industry party??? They’re no better than daily mail. Except TMZ is founded by ex/lawyers if I’m not mistaken and they know how to cover all the loopholes. They can say with confidence Kanye and his wife because I think they found the wedding certificate. They can sit here and make posts about Timothee and Kylie and Travis and Taylor despite the very very obvious PR element because both sides have acknowledged each other publicly more than once, have been seen in public attending and pda-ing at industry events, and they’re honestly more entertaining to write about.

Chris on his own can be interesting and when something pertaining to him happens TMZ may report on it. But it’s painfully clear TMZ does not care about fish. I’m pretty sure this latest snub by them sort of confirms that so I can at least say that. I won’t say she’s blacklisted or anything because she’s clearly not. But I don’t believe she’s far from scraping the bottom of the barrel either. Oops

Again, TMZ is no better than the rest of them but they do know how to work their way around a legal loophole and make sure they cover their grimy asses. I’ll give them that.

Bye love ❤️

They're smart.

No wonder they're extremely opinionated 😆 they're founded by ex/lawyers 😁 and how they manage to stay afloat, even with their words.

And the way they do it is mighty impressive to me. Plus, they win points for the shade.

And Marketing An🫶n, you're doing great! Anyone who's read your messages can attest to that. It's why we look forward to your replies 😌 helps us see and learn something that we didn't understand before you told us.

So, once again... Thank you 🥰