#sorry for ranting im just so tired of seeing this bullshit

[faunabel]

lil rant

the way people talk about avoidant attachment types seriously pisses me off. maybe the fact that you invalidate their conflicting needs and demonize them for "not communicating" when they require a feeling of security to communicate in the first place, which you obviously have not provided, is why they don't communicate. just a thought. poking and prodding at someone who's uncomfortable communicating does fuck all to make them comfortable. it actually just shows you only value your own feelings and aren't considering how that makes them feel and there is no way that is going to make them feel safe enough to open up.

seriously exhausting how people have bad experiences then project those onto everyone else. you hurt others when you don't heal yourself. if i see one more person act like the anxious attachment type is good and pure while avoidant is evil and selfish i am going to lose it. they're both selfish in their own ways!! jesus christ!!!

[vilelittlecritter]

You ever sit in a fandom space for so long that now looking at it kind of makes you want to rip your nails off.

Yeah.

[quadrantbreaker]

trying to classpect megathrust so far i have. horux heir of hope. produk maid of light. kira uhh witch of either blood or heart whichever one i decide is better or i could always go the thief of life route (who hasnt. fuck . ive got exe and idlkw left and brother im about to kill myself about this why are these two so difficult stop being a hardass

[iliterallydecepticanteven]

gonna go lay on the ground and be borderline comatose for a bit. if y'all need anything come nudge me.

[your-local-granny]

okay sorry i need to do a whinge-y rant bear w me for a minute or scroll or whatever. it is so frustrating to have been in a fandom actively for over ten years and see toxic fandom culture drive out amazing creatives from the fandom for their interests not aligning with the "fandom norm"

I love headcanons and I love fandom!! It's a space that invites thinking that wouldn't be accepted or respected by most casual viewers and it creates a space for people to express themselves through their interests!! Most of my closest friends I made in part through our shared interests in media/ fandom (including my girlfriend of 8 years!!!!) and I wouldn't trade that for anything!!

But it's always hard to be reminded of the insidious mob-mentality that fandom culture curates and god. its so sad gang!!! I really wish people would give up this fucking purity culture bullshit that came out of the 2016 stev//en universe/vo//ltron insanity!!!!

People liking things actually tells you fuck all about a person!! Stop sending hate mail/ making vague posts about subsets of your own fandom!!! It's okay if something makes you uncomfortable but you are the police of your own corner of the internet!! Tag block and block people but stop chasing people out of fandom entirely just because your interests don't align!!! i'm so sick and tired :(

Anyways I really wish I had more people to talk about [REDACTED] but every time I've gotten close to mentioning it I always get hate comments/ asks about it and it's really sad :(( I wish I made more art/ fic for AA but it feels like no one else cares about the parts of it I like and I've seen people leave the fandom because people were so agro about liking certain things :((

okay thats it im sorry peace and love <3

[alovesongtheywrote]

hiii girlie!! it’s my birthday HAHA can i please get a nightmare academia part?? thank youuu 🫶

♥ Summary: SORRY I MISSED YOUR BIRTHDAY!! iirc, i got this like. right in the middle of finals season. i am so sorry :( to compensate, i have provided a holiday update!! In this chapter of Nightmare Academia, it's the holiday season and Reid pulls a lil prank.

♥ Warnings: holidays, Wham's Last Christmas

♥ A/N: this is really just a holiday blurb im ngl. happy holiday special ig!! (also. i didn't edit this. my bad lol)

♥ Word Count: 600

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The winter seasons were always an interesting time to be a professor.  The campus was decorated with trees and lights.  Fliers advertised Hanukkah and Christmas gatherings.  The students were so stressed and burnt out that they moved through life with a weird sort of festive calm. 

This year, that festive calm had taken on a new feature- your students wouldn’t stop playing Wham’s Last Christmas.  

You had nothing against the song.  All things considered, you liked Wham.  You liked Last Christmas.  It just got a touch annoying when the song played on a constant loop through various shitty phone speakers.  All the time.  Every day.

You weren’t sure what caused it- what earthly force could convince a bunch of college kids to listen to that infernal song so frequently?  What could get them to set Last Christmas to their ringtones?  You were pretty sure most of them hadn’t used ringtones before December.  To put it bluntly- you were confused, tired, and suspicious.  You were also ready to scream.

So you did!

“Holy shit, if I have to hear that fucking song again, I might literally explode.”

Reid looked up at you as you burst into your shared office.  His eyes were wide, as if your pre-loaded rant about Wham’s Last Christmas had caught him off guard.  

If it had, that was honestly on him.  You were only about a week into December, and you had already complained about the thing seventy-six times and counting.  If Spencer didn’t remember that, then his special boy memory powers had clearly failed him.

“Well, you wouldn’t literally explode,” Reid corrected, clearly recovered from his shock, “That’s a common mistake.  You would actually-”

“Reid, stop it before I feed you to the ghost of George Michael.”

He held up his hands in surrender, though a smile played across his lips.  You glared at that little grin as vines of suspicion tangled with the fleshy meat of your brain.

“Did you have something to do with this?”

“Whatever do you mean, Doctor?”

“I mean,” you slammed your hands down on Reid’s desk, “Are you the reason I cannot escape that fucking song?”

He leaned back in his chair, weaving his long, slender fingers together like some fucking anime villain, “And how would I pull that off?”

“Easily.  You’re you, and it’s the perfect crime.  All it would take is the promise of extra credit, and your students would do anything.  You think I haven’t noticed that the student body suddenly loves playing Wham?  Out loud?  Without headphones?”

Spencer’s grin got bigger, “Wow.  I’m sorry that your students have been using technology in a distracting and upsetting manner.  I can’t imagine what that’s like.”

“Spencer Reid, I am going to kill you.  I’m gonna choke you out with Christmas lights.  Seriously.”

He leaned in, “Are you literally going to kill me?”

“Fuck you, Reid.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

You snorted out a laugh, “You wouldn’t survive me, pretty boy.  Now, have you seen the essays my cybercrime class wrote?  They were on my desk.”

“Here-” he said, reaching for one of the desk’s many drawers.  That ended the conversation as the topic drifted to your students and the general category of crime that involved techy-whecy bullshit.  

In the weeks that followed, the volume on Spencer’s prank was turned down.  The students played it less and less, and the campus generally hummed with other holiday themed music until the break hit.  The day after it did, a package arrived on your doorstep.

A lovely vinyl copy of Wham’s Last Christmas.  

You were gonna kill Spencer Reid.

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[faru-itsok]

This is a little post regarding today spoilers and revelations.

Well it ended up not being so little but… little opinion

Please don't take it bad is just a wish?

Here we go

Guys im am well aware that is sad to lose a ship to family bond or forced partner. But you can still ship it, canon divergence is a thing! Even tho these franchise exploit a bit the Yaoi coupling to gain more fans, we all know from the get going who is going to end up with whom in this series. Gosho had made it clear in a number of occasions what his intentions regarding the couples are, we can like it or not. But that it's no excuse to Hate on him, or in other fans, no body is holding you hostage to enjoy this series and to say that you were mislead is goinga bit too far? I mean we all knew.

I have my own experiences accepting that my ship is not and will never be canon 🥲 and ye is sad but that hasn't stoped me from keep liking the ship or the series, also i kept writing and creating for them because as long as we like it is fine.

This new revelation is not a ban on the art or the fics or Doujinshis, is just a fact that you can maneuver around 🤷🏻‍♀️

The point of all this is please don't start spreading hate, we are all here because we love DCMK maybe different ships yes, maybe a bit tired of the different levels of bullshit 😅 but all DCMK fans at the end.

I have seen a couple of comments about hating Gosho and the franchise for taking advantage of them, but, in my opinion, even tho he gave a lot of candy to some Yaoi ships, he was never private in saying what the canon ships were.

Now I'm not saying “i don't be sad! Don’t be mad” you can! as i said in a previous post, it was a low blow! But to go from there to spread hate is a bit much.

I hope from the bottom of my heart that no one here take this as an attack, I'm just trying to express my wish to not have conflicts here. I know X is completely different from this place, but i have seen there the hate soil the beautiful community of DCMK fans and i’d be really sad to watch something like that happen here too.

I want you all to know that i love all your art and it’d be a real boomer see a great part of it lost due a silly little thing like new Canon (it's not a sarcastic comment btw, we as fans should be used to do what we feel is right in our own creations fics/comics/art, and i insist canon divergence Is a thing! You can keep on and ignore canon)

Well that's it. I'm sorry for the long rant but I really enjoy it here and I was a bit worried

Lots of love for everyone!

And to the Kaishin shippers that were affected, a big hug and keep going guys! Lots of strength for this difficult times

[strawmyberry]

thank u for the kyle tickle hcs... him being the most ticklish out of the m4 AND being weakest to light tickling is SO IMPORTANT TO ME

you get me anon!!! lee kyle is so cute!! so cute in fact- i got a little surpriseeee! thank you all so much for all the kind words on my first fic!! im so glad you guys liked it 🥹 soooo…here’s another one!! i hope you guys like it!! thanks again!!

— ❤️🍓 strawberry 🍓❤️

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B for Broflovski!

Lee Kyle / Ler Stan

Word Count: 4,229

With Kyle panicking over the “horrible” grade he got on his History test, Stan puts a little extra effort into convincing him that “B” doesn’t always have to stand for “Bad.” In fact, to him, it stands for something a thousand times better.

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Stan knew Kyle was a perfectionist. Kyle knew Kyle was a perfectionist. The entire town of South Park knew Kyle was a perfectionist; yet, somehow, despite that, Stan was never really prepared for when Kyle would have one of those days.

“It’s bullshit, dude! I’m telling you; it’s fucking bullshit! Mr. Garrison has some kinda’ personal vendetta against me. I fucking hate him! ‘Fucking asshole, it’s ridiculous!”

Stan had gotten used to walking quickly besides Kyle since Kyle had the tendency to walk and talk, especially when he was in a bad mood. Luckily for Stan, he was pretty good at keeping up.

“And Cartman? Oooh, ‘fucking Cartman? I’m going to kick his ass- I deal with a lot of shit from him. I take it! I suck it up and I take it! But this? I’m done. I’m going to shove my foot so far up his ass- I swear to god-“

Stan had tried a million strategies when it came to this issue, and he had found that the best thing to do was to let Kyle get all of it out of his system. Let him ramble, eventually he’d get tired of it. After that is when he’d be able to talk logically with his, figure out what to do next.

“The only reason he got an A was because he cheated off of Tolkien. But, of course, Garrison doesn’t see it! As if it’s not the most obvious thing in the world! It’s so fucking dumb dude, I seriously can’t- Ma, I’m home! Stan’s here too, we’re gonna go upstairs, okay?”

Okay, Stan had to admit, it was a little funny how Kyle’s rage was like an on and off switch when it came to his mom. He’d be cursing up a storm one second and the next he’d go all Positive Paul on him. He’d shout a quick hello to Kyle’s mom too, because…manners, before following Kyle up the stairs and into his room.

“It just- It pisses me off so much! It’s not fair- I studied so hard for that stupid test!”

Stan would place his backpack next to Kyle’s dresser. He’d proceeded to chase the redhead around his room a little bit, stopping his endless pacing for a second so he could take the backpack off his friend’s back. He’d plop it next to his own before throwing himself onto Kyle’s bed, already getting himself comfortable. Knowing Kyle, this could go on for…god know how long.

“I fucking hate South Park…”

Kyle loved to rant and rave, yeah. It always made him feel a lot better- since he was able to get all his anger out without punching a hole in his wall. But…he could only talk for so long without breathing. So, he’d take a small break, just so he could regain his breath. Kyle would turn back to Stan- only to see the position he was in.

Stan was laying in his bed. Yes- yes that’s what beds are for- but Stan was laying in his bed. Like, laying in his bed. Head amidst a sea of pillows, body sinking slightly into the soft mattress, limbs languidly sprawled across the bed; the whole works. “Oh- sorry, ‘you done?” He’d ask, his words muffled by all of the pillows around his head.

“Uh…no. Not yet. Sorry- I can stop if you’d like-“

“No! No, keep going. I’m all ears.”

“Ooookay…?” Kyle would nod, confused as hell. How long had he been like that? How didn’t he notice before? Why was he messing up his pillows? Well- now he couldn’t remember where he had left off. He’d stare at the bed post as his mind wandered, trying to retrace his steps. Oh! Yeah! Hating South Park!

“…I think today was stupid.” Kyle would start, starting the tirade off slowly. “Everything about it, yeah, but the changing seats thing was really stupid.” He’d continue, the momentum slowly picking up as he spoke. He was getting the hang of it again!

“I mean, I get the changing seats thing. But I told him! I said, “Mr. Garrison, please keep me next to Stan. He keeps me focused.” Which is true because you’re one of the only ones in class who isn’t a total moron. And even when you are- you don’t do it to annoy me- you just-“

“Wait. Uh-go back? …Why am I being called a moron? What did I do?” Sitting up from his extremely habitable position, Stan would raise his left eyebrow; his face laced with confusion. Stan would usually listen to everything Kyle had to say before talking, but that little comment about him just threw him for a loop.

“Huh? I’m not calling you a moron, dude.”

“Uh…you just did though?”

“Did I? Really?” A flicker of his own confusion would cross his face, accompanied by a subtle furrowing of his brow as he stood there for his moment. He’d tap his foot, humming a bit as he thought before it clicked. Kyle’s face would turn white. “Oh shit.” His eyes would widen, quickly holding his hands up in defense. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that…I don’t think you’re a moron…sorry..”

“No, I know. It’s okay, man, really!” Stan would give a reassuring smile, letting the comment just slide off his shoulders. “You’re upset, dude, it’s all good.” Stan had gotten used to that too. Kyle was a very…passionate person- he’d go really big when it came to his rants. Stan knew better than to actually take offense to anything Kyle said when he was in one of those moods.

“Yeah…It’s just- maybe I get Garrison not putting us together because we’re Super Best Friends. I mean- I don’t really get it- but I could see the logic behind it. But, at the very least, he could’ve sat me next to someone who wasn’t a total asshole! Sit me next to Craig! He’s quiet! Or Tolkien! Tweek! Jimmy! Butters! I would’ve been fine with anyone! Anyone! Except, Cartman! And guess what happens! Guess who I get sat next to! Guess!”

Stan would nod along as he listened, staying sat up this time instead of going to lay back down again. He wouldn’t really notice he was supposed to answer the question at first. He thought it was rhetorical! After all, he was literally there. He saw all of this happen already. But…okay? He’d play along? “Uh…Cart..man?”

“Fucking Cartman! I’m pissed, but I’m like: “OK, whatever, I can deal with this, no big deal.” But then, I’m in the middle of the test- the test. ‘You know? The thing where you’re supposed to do your own work and shut the fuck up while you do it? And for some goddamn reason-he just won’t shut the fuck up! And I’m thinking: “Is it really that hard to just shut your fucking mouth for five seconds?” But, whatever, I studied for this test so I’m gonna get a good grade on it! Right? No! Fucking no! ‘Cause it’s let’s all dog on Kyle day! And I think his voice was just so fucking grating- I just forgot half of the shit that I studied! He fucked me! He literally fucked me!”

Man. Who needed TV? Who needed Assassins Creed, Indiana Jones, and Lego Batman when you had Kyle Broflovski as your super angry, Super Best Friend? He was basically free entertainment at this point! Stan’s eyes would follow Kyle around the room, and Kyle was moving so much it looked like Stan was watching a tennis match.

“-And you know what really upsets me? ‘You know what just irks me like just a little bit? The fact that I know I’m gonna have to walk in the school tomorrow, and Wendy is gonna come up to me-and she’s gonna be like, “Oh, Kyle! How did you do on the history test? I’m really happy with my grade!” And I’m gonna have to be like, “Oh yeah, Wendy! I’m sure you are!” And then she’s gonna rub it in my face like she always does-“

“What? Wendy doesn’t rub her grades in your face…” Stan would, admittedly, get a little defensive at that statement. This was his girlfriend they were talking about! And…well- she wasn’t here to defend her own honor like he knew she would’ve liked to- so he was gonna do it for her! “Wendy wouldn’t try to make you feel bad about yourself, Kyle-“ Stan would start to say, cutting himself off when Kyle randomly pointed his index finger at him.

“You know what’s funny? I knew you were going to say that!” Kyle would argue, his eyes lit with a combo of satisfaction and frustration. “I knew you were going to defend Wendy! You’re biased, Stan!”He’d accuse. “She rubs her grades in my face all the time! You just turn a blind eye to it because you’re biased!”

“What are you talking about? Dude, if anything, I’d be biased towards you. I’ve known you longer.” Stan would jump to defend himself, rolling her eyes as he did. “I’m sorry if she’s hurt your feelings, Kyle, but I’m sure there’s no bad blood there.” That was a bit of a half-assed apology. Again, Kyle was ranting- so Stan had no idea if he actually meant half of the shit he was saying. He just wanted to resolve the situation.

“Oh, yeah. I’m sure it’s not a big deal to you! You’re not the one who’s gonna be ridiculed for getting a B on the test!” Kyle would retort, crossing his arms as he huffed.

“I’m sorry…what?” Stan looked stunned. Staring at Kyle as if he had three heads, Stan would open his mouth to speak- just to cut himself off before he managed to say anything. He was trying to think of a nice way to put this. Really really hard. “…Run that by me again?”

“Don’t be an asshole! I got a B, okay?! It’s embarrassing- I know!”

“…Dude.” Stan would pinch the arch of his nose, letting out a long, irritated sigh. “That’s what this is about? Seriously?” He’d clarify. “…This whole time, I thought you had gotten an F- or, at the very best, a D. You got a B?” Stan wasn’t even mad, honestly. Actually, he was a little bit impressed. “Kyle…” At this point, Stan couldn’t help but laugh. There was no way this was actually happening. “A B is a good grade, dude. You have nothing to worry about.”

Now, Stan knew he was one to say stupid things sometimes- but this time, he could’ve sworn that what he said was actually a little bit smart. But the look Kyle was giving him? It almost made him doubt himself. Kyle was looking at him as if he had just said he puts milk in the bowl before the cereal. His jaw would drop, holding his hand out in front of him in shocked horror. “…You did not just say that to me.”

“Kyle, seriously, you’re wigging out over nothing!” Stan would try to explain, getting up from the bed. “You don’t need to beat yourself up over this. It’s just a B! A B is, what? …80%? That’s good! That’s really good!”

“I can’t believe you’re actually telling me this right now! You have to be shitting me! Do you even know what the B stands for, Stan?” Kyle would ask, the look on his face saying that he already knew the answer. “Do you? Do you, Mr. Isaac Newton? Care to enlighten me?”

“Jesus Christ…” Stan would grumble, rolling his eyes yet again. He’d stand there for a second, shrugging the question off. “…I dunno, brilliant?”

“Brilliant?” Kyle would repeat. “Brilliant?!” Kyle’s eye would twitch, as if Stan had just said the most absurd thing he had ever said. “No! It stands for BAD. Bad, Stan! B. A. D. Bad!”

“B doesn’t stand for Bad…” Stan would state. “F stands for bad.”

“Bad doesn’t start with a F, Stan!” Kyle would scream, frustrated. “B stands for Bad, Bummer, Buffoon- think of a word that starts with a B- nine times out of ten it’s a negative connotation! It’s the most obvious thing in the world!”

“I know that YOU’D be happy to get a B- but I’m perfectly valid in being upset about it! God!”

Ouch.

The air in the room was tense; and the silence that came after Kyle’s groan didn’t really help that. They’d stare at each other for a solid minute, waiting for the other one to say something. In that moment of stillness, Kyle had to opportunity to realize how mean what he said just sounded. In that moment, Kyle would brace for impact. He expected Stan to scream at him- or storm out the door and never come back. But…Stan didn’t do any of that.

Stan would take a deep breath. A long one. “…Okay.” He’d say, breaking the silence. “You need to chill out.” Kyle would open his mouth to apologize or, at the very least, give Stan a verbal agreement- but Stan would quickly cut him off.

“You broke Baseball Rules.”

Kyle’s eyes would widen. Shit. No. No- he didn’t. Did he? Oh god. No- he definitely did. Fuck! “…Y-You didn’t tell me we were playing Baseball Rules.” Kyle would hold his hands up in defense, backing up slightly.

“I don’t have to tell you when we’re playing Baseball Rules. That’s the whole point- we don’t have to repeat the rules, they’re just in place.” Stan would remind, a mischievous smile creeping onto his face. “You said three really fucked up things about me. Three strikes. You’re out. You broke Baseball Rules.”

Baseball Rules was a game created by Stan, a game that Kyle reluctantly participated in. The rules were simple, whenever the two were in an a little tiff, if either of them slung three insults in a row, they’d strike out.

Stan made the game in order to prevent the two from blowing up at each other, and it worked pretty well! But, admittedly, Baseball Rules wouldn’t be half as effective if it weren’t for what came after you struck out. That worked like a charm every single time.

“Stan, wait…” Kyle would try to reason, glancing behind him quickly to try to get an idea of how far he was from the door. Maybe he could run if he tried hard enough? “I’m sorry, dude…I don’t think you’re stupid, really-“

“I know you don’t!” Stan would cut Kyle’s apologizes short, stepping forward with the attempt of cornering him. “I’m not mad at you! But…rules are rules! If I let you get away with it this time- where do I draw the line, ya’ know? I’m sure you understand.”

Kyle would yelp at Stan stepping forward, quickly turning himself around to dash around him. “Just this once! I’m really sorry- I won’t do it again! I’m not upset anymore-“

“That’s great!” Stan would exclaim. “I’m glad you’re not upset anymore! But it’s the principle of Baseball Rules. I really wish I didn’t have to! I wanna let you off easy, really!” He didn’t. He knew he didn’t, Kyle knew that too. Just like how Stan knew Kyle well enough to know that he’d try to run around him; that’s why he’d turn as well, cornering Kyle officially.

“Stahahan!” Kyle would stumble backwards, his legs hitting his bed. He’d sink to the floor, already beginning to kick his legs. “It’s just a made up gahahame! Plehehease!”

“I’m not even touching you yet!” Stan would tease, wiggling his fingers right above Kyle’s hips. “I’ll go easy, okay?” He’d sink down right after him, sitting down in front of him.

“Noho! Nohot okahay! DohohOHOHON’T-“

“Don’t tickle your ears or your neck. I know, I know!” Stan would cut Kyle’s desperate pleas short, abruptly beginning to drill his fingers into his hips. “You’d think I’d know how to tickle my Super Best Friend. I can’t believe you’d think I wouldn’t! You cut me deep, Kyle.”

“That’s nohot-!” Kyle would shake his head, cutting himself off as he started to impulsively swing his arms in defense. Kyle was way too ticklish as it was, but Stan’s constant teasing was making it a thousand times worse.

“I knowww, that’s not what you were going to say. You were going to ask me not to tickle you, and…” Stan couldn’t keep the shit eating grin off of his face. “…you know I’m not gonna do that.” He’d laugh, fighting back the urge to make fun of how red Kyle’s face was.

“Stohohop ihihit! Plehehease, I’m sohohorry!” Kyle wouldn’t even last ten seconds before pleading for mercy. That was one of Stan’s favorite things about playing Baseball Rules, besides being able to hear Kyle’s laugh. That was always first on the list.

“I know you’re sorry! I forgive you!” He’d reassure, managing to dodge every punch Kyle threw at him. “Let’s do this, okay? You let me get a few words out, and then I’ll let you go, okay? I’ll stop tickling you once I’m done.”

Kyle wasn’t 100% sure how legit that offer was. Normally, Stan would stop when he wanted to- so it really depended on how merciful he was feeling on that day. For all Kyle knew, Stan could just say sike and keep going. But…at the same time, maybe he wouldn’t. If anything, he might as well take the bait.

“Okahahay okahahay!”

“Okay? Great!” Stan would smile, moving his hands from his hips to his sides, squeezing them as he began speaking. “I get that you like getting A’s. That makes sense- everyone likes getting them. But it’s okay to not get them sometimes. You shouldn’t be stressing yourself out about your grades, you’re doing an awesome job with them.”

“Buhut-“ Kyle would start, just to be cut off by Stan suddenly skittering his fingers against his ribs. “SHIHihihit!! Ohoh my goHOHOhod! Dohohon’t doHOHO thahahat!!” Kyle would squeal loudly, his eyes flying open as his kicking and punching intensified.

“I’m not done yet!” Stan would sing-song, poking in between each rib for each syllable. The shit-eating grin on his face would only grow as he continued. “As I was saying; you’re doing awesome, dude! I’m not saying you shouldn’t focus on your grades- i’m saying you shouldn’t stress yourself out about them.” Stan would clarify.

“Your grades don’t determine how smart you are. And, either way, you have some kick ass grades, dude! You are the smartest person I know, Kyle-“

“Thahahat’s nohohot trUHUHUE- OHOH MY GOHOHOD- FUHUHUCK OHohohoff!!”

Stan would jokingly roll his eyes at Kyle’s cackling, shaking his head softly. “I’m barely even touching you!” That was true, all he was doing was fluttering his fingers over his stomach. Of course, he knew how effective that was- he just chose to play dumb. ‘Made things more fun!

“It is so true.” Stan would insist, his tone genuine and honest. “…And if you even try to tell me I know Wendy, I’m gonna roll up your jacket. Don’t fuck with me.” He’d playfully threaten. “Wendy doesn’t count. Wendy- Wendy is different. That’s the thing- you guys are both smart. And we’re allowed to have two smart people in South Park. With the amount of morons we have- god knows we could use ‘em.”

“Kyle, I wouldn’t be calling you smart if you weren’t. You are so smart, dude! You know fucking Pig Latin! Do you know anyone else who knows Pig Latin?”

“YOHOHOU!” Kyle would retort, doubling over with laughter. “YOHohohou knohohow pihig lahatin tohohohoo!” He’d would swing at Stan’s face yet again, not expecting it to horrible backfire like it did. Stan would take the swing as an opportunity to snake his hands under his arms, quickly skittering his nails all over his armpits.

“Because you taught me it, Kyle!” Stan would exclaim, having to hold back his own laughter as Kyle shrieked. “You ran right into my point! You make me smarter! I would be a total moron if it weren’t for you! Do you know the amount of times I’m stuck on something and I think to myself, “What would Kyle do?” You’re a genius, dude!”

Maybe it was the fact that he was laughing so hard, or maybe it was the surplus of compliments Stan was dumping onto him. But, either way, Kyle was bright red; practically screaming with laughter as he tried to sink himself into the floor. An effort that was obviously in vain. His arms were slammed tightly down against Stan’s fingers in an effort to protect himself; of course, not even realizing until after the fact that it was having to opposite effect.

“S-STAHAHAHAHAN!”

“Okay, okay I’m almost done!” Stan would quickly say, yanking his hands out from under Kyle’s arms; moving them back to his stomach, lightly skittering his fingers again. “All of this is to say- you’re being too hard on yourself! You are more than a grade you get on a test- putting aside the fact that a B is already a good grade!

“And- you know what? B doesn’t stand for Bad!”

And with that, Stan would still his fingers. The two of them would sit there, Kyle immediately noticing how Stan didn’t seem to be making any attempt of getting up. He’d still be giggling from the aftermath, eyeing Stan up and down expectingly.

“…One more thing.”

Of fucking course!

“…What does B stand for, Kyle?”

Oh shit. Shit. He was fucked. The truth of the matter was Kyle had no clue. It obviously wasn’t Bad. But…he didn’t really know what answer Stan wanted from him. From the expectant look on Stan’s face, he obviously already had an answer in mind. Kyle would think long and hard, searching every crevice of his brain in the hopes that somehow, someway, the answer would magically come to him.

“…Beheheautiful?”

“Ohhh…that’s a good one..” Stan would say in mock amazement, beginning to turn; as if he was about to get up. Kyle would let out a sigh of relief, thanking the universe for sparing him this time. The funny thing about that, though? He wasn’t. Stan would swiftly turn back around, making a buzzer noise to signify that Kyle had gotten the wrong answer before blowing a quick raspberry on his neck.

It all happened so fast, Kyle didn’t even have time to say anything- the only thing that left his mouth was a screech; jolting so hard that he yanked himself away from Stan, falling onto his side. He’d quickly scrunch his neck, along with covering it with his hands.

Kyle was too busy giggling on the floor to realize that Stan had gotten up, walked back over to Kyle’s backpack, and came back with his water bottle. He’d sit next to him, offering his hand to help him up. Kyle would hesitantly take it, a relieved sigh escaping him as Stan pulled him up- no strings attached.

“Broflovski.”

“Whahahat?”

Kyle would raise his eyebrow with giggly confusion. Stan had never referred to him by his last name. They were strictly on a first name basis! Stan would return the confused look with his own confused look. After a few seconds, his eyes would widen as he realized why Kyle looked so confused. He’d shake his head, beginning to chuckle softly.

“Noho! Broflovski! B is for Broflovski!”

It would take a second for Kyle to understand what Stan was saying. Once it clicked, Kyle would turn to Stan, a fed-up smile on his face. God, he was cheesy. He’d hold out his hand as Stan gave him his water bottle, glancing at him again before rolling his eyes and taking a sip.

“What? You don’t like it?” Stan would tease, elbowing him as soon as he closed the cap to his water bottle. “It makes sense! I thought it was funny! Broflovski! It starts with a B- and it’s your last name! Get it?” Stan would repeat, his eyes bright with excitement.

“The more you repeat it the less funny it gets.” Kyle would jokingly groan in annoyance, even scooting a little further away from him! For bit purposes! Stan would scoot right after him, the giddy smile still on his face.

“…Can I tell you something?”

“If it’s B for Broflovski again, I’m gonna hit you.” “It’s not! It’s not.” Stan would say, the smile on his face never wavering. Kyle couldn’t help but smile with him, ushering him to continue with what he was going to say.

“I’d take a Broflovski for life over an A on a test any day.”

Maybe it was stupid for Kyle to be as grateful as he was for Stan. He knew he had a bit of a temper when it came to things like this- and he knew he could be a huge handful at times. But, for reason, Stan stuck by him. Maybe he was bored? Maybe he had nothing better to do, no one better to be with?

But when Kyle looked at the pure happiness on Stan’s face, he couldn’t help but feel like that wasn’t the case. It made him happy, knowing that Stan enjoyed his company just as much as he enjoyed his- even when he was being dramatic. They were Super Best Friends through thick or thin, no matter the circumstance. That felt…nice.

“Thanks, Stan…that means a lot.”

[thatkdpoh]

Introduction i think?

Ok so I’ve been like really excited to do this I don’t know why but this is I think controversy? I don’t know how controversy works but this is how it happened.

I am 12 yrs old, My height is 5,1 and holy shit wanna kms but I am 130 pounds. This will flucate and idk how to spell it but it’s like a line with a dot in the front or end and it goes left to right so I flucate to 130 to 140 I hate that.

How I know about ED/Backstory/rant (cringy ik sorry :c :

I was always a fat kid and I’ve hated it, I understand that I didn’t care about my weight but when I was like what 8 to 9 whenever my dad would say cow to me in taqvaylit I don’t know how to write it but I know something’s like amcic or tizizwith or afkroune which is cat, bee and turtle in that order. I would feel self conscious and sometimes cry to because I’m very sensitive which is like cringy i know lol. My heaviest had to been this year like 140 pounds but I think it was water weight and shit. Anyways my mom tried to get me to fast and she would force me or smth maybe not force but like tried to get me to lose weight. She’d say it directly and it would always make me feel bad but like I understand being 130 for like 8 yrs or 9 to 12 is very heavy and embarrassing considering I always saw kids would be more skinner than me I’d feel very bad. Until recently like last year in 6th grade I was reading fanfics of a human au of TMNT i didnt know what ED’s were so when it showed up the word bulimia I thought it meant bullshit but it didn’t sound right so I searched it up and saw the symptoms that’s when I also learned about anorexia and pica etc. When I saw the symptoms I started copying them now this is the part that I think is controversy I copied the symptoms which I know was bad but I was fucking lazy and still am couldn’t do a workout for the life of me or restrict food, I was used to eating a lot and when I saw the symptoms I copied them and they worked!! I loved it and then the minute I knew how to starve myself, I actually don’t know how to continue with that but I didn’t know how much of a deeper hole I got into but I really loved it and still do EMBARRASING. I did do exercise I did like 100 sit ups a day which did nothing but it did make my body ache and stopped, 5th grade was the worst out of all my grades for now but 6th might be second but it wasn’t that bad just a lot of crying and seeing how fat I am made me cry that’s it. Now if I don’t starve at all or try too I would feel like shit. In 6th grade I also saw that purging was a symptom so I made myself throw up but only if I ate way to fucking much and I’m so bloated it hurts and I can’t take the pressure so I throw up just to take off a little pressure and go back but then I’d feel sick which sucked :C. When Ramandan came though I was A BEAST not an actual beast but like it was my oppertuinity to fast without anyone questioning because I live in a studio apartment with 5 other people that are my family >_<. Obviously with my blabber mouth which I hate told everything to my mom but I think she thinks that I’m ok now :D. Any way I’d only eat 5 tablespoons of soup every night and I was very tired and I lost 6 pounds!! Which isn’t a lot but I made it to 124 pounds!! But then I gained it all back in summer break, cried, tried to fast for 3 days but fainted on the 36 hour?? I’m not sure because when I stopped the fast because my mom told me to eat and spoiler alert I cried cause I have little bitchitas if u know Kubz scouts u know. I paused at the 38 hour so like 36 is my highest to fast which is embarrassing again. ANYWAY NOW IM IN 7TH GRADE STUGGLIJG EITH THIS THINGY :]] I sound like those I guess I deserve it heh thing but like no I’m not seriously I just wanted to be silly. Anyway I’m gonna try that ABC diet which I think seems kind of mid to hard but I think fitnesspal would help me with it <33

BYE EVERYONE HAVE A GREAT DAY OR NIGHT HAVE A GREAT THANKSGIVING SND MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!! :33

[linalavender]

[🇸🇪/🇵🇸Political ranting] Im fucking tired.

This is a Political post, Normally I would be very apologetic for expressing my opinions on something but Im not gonna do that. Not anymore. Ill tag it as Political just as I do with spoilers but if this is the stuff you actively want to avoid just ignore it/unfollow me.

I... I think whats happening in Gaza and the absolute indifference or even defense my goverment has to the matter is what makes me actually go into political activism because this shit is fucking insane. Its plain for the world to see whats happening but Swedish Goverments official stance just still seems to be "Israel has the right to defend itself". WHAT FUCKING BULLSHIT IS THAT? THERES A FUCKING GENOCIDE AND AN ETHNIC CLEANISNG HAPPENING RIGHT UNDER YOUR FUCKING NOSE AND YOU ARE CALLING TO STOP OUR FINANCIAL AID FOR PALESTINE?! SUPPORT ISRAEL IN THEIR EFFORTS? The party ive always supported is ofcourse staunchly against this shit, They are always on the side of the Opressed. (They are quite literally the former communist party, duuh)

Public service reporting is doing the Propaganda tier stance of Palestinians "dying" of seemingly unkown causes becuase thye never elaborate further than that ofcourse, while Israelis are brutally murdered in cold blood.

Same with other publications, The only ones ive seen actually call it out for what it actually is fucking far left publications. Its so fucking tiring. The thing that made me so fucking mad recently was finding out a CHARITY FUNDRAISER EVENT in which 4 hosts lock themselves in a glass box for 2 weeks and do a radio/TV show 24/7 has fired one of its hosts for standing up for Palestine. Whats the Fundraiser for? Starving children. The person responsible for this event? Has been very outspoken and supportive of Ukraine, But Palestine is too much apparently. Or Perhaps to brown? Who Knows really. All we can safely say I guess is that children starving in a systematic and slow killing of a ethnic minority doesnt count.

Ive always had strong opinions on things but I never shared them for years, Especially in real life. Thats fucking over. Im done just being fucking silent on things. Fuck your Zionist bullshit you far right piece of shit goverment.

Leve Palestina, Krossa Zionismen. ("Long live Palestine, Crush Zionism" A lyric from the Swedish song Leve Palestina - Kofia that translates to "Long Live Palestine" From the 70's, The Left wing of Sweden has long stood with Palestine but this has changed in the recent decade which is fucking gross. I cant stand for that bullshit.) From River to the Sea.

Sorry for having such a long post its just suffocating not sharing these thoughts over the past few weeks or so.

[voxtism]

i’m so tired of transphobia. i’m so tired of bigotry. i’m so tired of terfs. I just want to be left alone. I want to exist as myself without the assholes identity policing me from both sides. sometimes it feels the queerphobes and terfs and the “lgb without the t” morons are winning, because they’re dragging me back into a mental hole I've only just barely managed to crawl out of. they’re like “why do YOU think 41% of trans people have attempted to or have killed themselves? it’s because they’re mentally ill” like um. no shit? but it’s not being trans that’s the mental illness. it’s the fact that we’re depressed because we’ve been hurt and hurt and hurt, over and over again, by the queerphobes and our bad families and our former “friends” and coworkers and classmates and strangers on the street. and also every single terf out there because when those dirtbags spread their bullshit radfem takes they are contributing to the deaths of trans people. and that’s what all of them want, isn’t it? they want us dead. they don’t even know us but they see us as a “threat”. like bro I just want to use the bathroom in peace. im so fucking done with identity policing too. I don’t care what label you use, btw, we’re all queer. do some fucking research on queer history you fucking pricks, i’m still a “baby gay” or whatever (i’m 16) but I actually hate baby gays and queer discourse and I'm just so fucking tired of it. 

sorry for rant lol I'm furious and genuinely can’t deal with this level of bullshit anymore

[dex-starr]

Swear to fucking god I know the justifications of my choice are like not bad but fuck dude I’m so miserable for doing what’s seemingly the right thing to do fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK.

I just am so tired of it why do I make what the “right” choices are if they just consistently fuck me over like this.

FUCK. IM SO MAD AT MYSELF

Literally I’m my worst enemy because I try not to take too much but I’m always told in some way or another by the universe that I’m asking for too much.

Patience from someone that loves me? Too big of an ask dude sorry nobody is going to have patience for as long as you need despite what’s told to you?

Patience and understanding for knowing something is wrong with you and there’s a lot you haven’t said because you don’t know how to say it without it looking bad or facing a judgement for it without you explaining things? Sorry dude we’re just going to pry into it further and make a fucking judgement even though it’s not anyone’s situation to fucking tell yet. Like it’s so fucked up bc the only times I pry into shit is if I think you’ve decided to not tell me something bc you think I did something wrong and are withholding from me. You know why? You know why I was so annoying about it? Because it was literally a remnant from an abusive relationship where that shit was common place. I always had to be the one begging to be told things and begging on what I did “wrong” even if it was just something small like not wanting to watch a TV show at the time bc I was busy. I literally adapted my whole schedule and life to them, just for a modicum of attention.

I was scared I was repeating the same patterns with you sometimes because of those outbursts but you know how I snapped myself of that thought process?

I gave myself to you willingly because I wanted to be with you, not because I needed someone. I fucking don’t I fucking don’t I fucking don’t leave me alone

I fucking hate that you’re the exception to the rule for me

Ugh I’m just ranting at this point but god I don’t have a target for this anger, frustration, sadness so fuck it I just need to let it out. I spent an entire year bottling it up and moping over you quietly. Only to come back and realize just how you could actually be and become sad at that idea bc I expected more from someone who said what you said to me

And not even saying that you had to be perfect at whatever, be as flawed as you are because that’s the person I cared about not some fucking perfected image. Not some saint or angel, even though I considered you that. I knew you were a hurt person just like me and I admired that you kept going. I admired you, probably sounds fucking dumb to you. But I did. In the ways that I approach the world you were able to see positives in somethings I couldn’t and negatives too. I never not once wanted to not pick your brain on things. You thought just bc I went to school and shit that I thought you were dumb and didn’t think highly of you?

Fucking bullshit dude I just blab a lot bc of this stupid ass adhd. Like I’m fucking blabbing now ahhhh

[lizzieblabbers]

hello?

hi tumblr im not feeling well today, in fact im feeling worst uGH but if not today, when would i have the time to write a summary post for january, right?

OKAY SO

january has beeeeeen so long and

i cant do this maybe tomorrow huhu sorry

HOLA TODAY IS FEBRUARY 2ND, AND I FINALLY HAD THE TIME (no i just forced myself to do this because if not now, then when, right?)

so anyway, as i have mentioned, january has beeeeeen long. the other day felt like january nth, and i was sick so i guess it was not a good month-ender but maybe that's what happens when you are in hell week and you drank more coffee than you usually drink in a week, and that you slept less than five hours each day

ANYWAY ENOUGH OF THESE RANTS

january was an eventful month, honestly, because just as I was going down the holiday high, booOOgsh birthday here, birthday there, birthday everywhere!

january is my birthmonth, and it has been 20 years since i've graced the world with my weirdness.

turning twenty had me thinking about some aspects of life i've only thought of once or twice before. i guess, more than three weeks later, it's still not sinking in because as far as i'm concerned, i'm still a seventeen-year-old something who bullshits her way everyday.

it still doesn't change a thing--i just try my best each waking day, and show up. i guess that's what life is all about, no? just . . . showing up.

anyhoo enough of these dramatic crap wHO am i kidding i love celebrating my birthday because it is a day when i am allowed to make everything about me. well, i do it occasionally but for me... wala it just makes me happy

ugh can i have birthdays but not grow a year older?

so enough of me--i guess i have blabbered about this on my other social media accounts (yes for the first month of the year i've decided to once again involve the people who love me in the rollercoaster ride called my life)

january was full of celebrations of life and it made me happy to see old faces, new friends, family members. i felt like myself again--the bubbly, talkative, happy person i was.

ALSO as a bonus i got a gift from my parents and its a most awaited one so that made me really giddy

see sabi ko enough of me pero puro ako pinagsasabi ko ugh why am i like this

all in all, january has been tiring yet satisfying. alam mo yun, feeling ko naman i did good with my studies because i really tried my best to do good, not just because of the grades but because i really want to learn about what im studying about and its tiring but fun at the same time

and that i have not yet written anything this year (ASIDE FROM FREAKING ESSAYS AND SCHOOL PAPERS) but i promise to do something during the semester break.. i have to continue my wips or else they'll haunt me on my sleep

okay i think that basically sums up my january. i'll be back for a few check-ins but i guess for now bABYE

ciao!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[tiffaluvr]

op said in tags that they hate tiffa so their opinion might be skewed

however, as an insane tiffania lover (my url, anyone?), I can tell you that you are, infact, NOT wrong at all.

I ended up yapping so here's a cut lmao

TL;DR is: op is right - I hate S3 - the plot is good, very good even, but the amount of garbage in S3 ruins everything

Beware that it's kinda late and I'm tired while writing this 😭😭 there might be nonsense

don't get me wrong, I love Zero no Tsukaima, I love it's entirety and I love both the comic scenes and the serious ones, however we got little to no lore progress in S3 and S4. One of the major plot point was probably Tabitha getting kidnapped and the whole Joseph thing, alongside some Romalia stuff, some Elves stuff and Colbert being actually alive and building that ship.

my opinion might ALSO be skewed since Futatsuki no Kishi (S2) is my absolute fave, but I fear that just another season with a lil less fanservice might've been okay to close the whole thing. OR, in alternative, adding some more information that was taken from the Light Novels (source material) instead, to make it more interesting.

I mean, the third season we got, Princesses no Rondo, was quite literally Princesses no Fanservice because we just got insane amounts of girls-swooning-over-saito and Louise's tsundere bullshit that got to annoying points.

Don't even get me started on Tiffania's character: I LOVE her but she got used as nothing but a sexualized tool, hence her design with big breasts and her being "naive" etc. etc. (that's why I love Tiffa - I like to look past those things and get those little bits of actual characterization I can find).

I have this problem where I tend to mix up the order of events, but I'm pretty sure that really, ALL we got in S3 and S4 was what I mentioned earlier. Colbert wasn't dead and he was also building the Ostrant (or whatever the name was); Henrietta became even more bitchier and just tried to get with Saito to the point she used a mirror inside HIS OWN HOUSE; oh yeah Saito got the house which is ugly, too; Tabitha falls in love with Saito and gets kidnapped; Joseph is a psycho with an hot emo chick as a familiar and bullshit going on with the elves; they get kidnapped by the elves; they go in Romalia to talk with the pope; the dragon thing; marriage.

However all of this - that seems like a lot to digest - was 10% actual story and 90% funny sketches and fanservice. Again, I liked some of those, but sometimes they were just TOO annoying. The only thing that keeps me from skipping those scenes, when I rewatch, is the love I have for this anime and the memories I've connected to it. That's all.

But for the rest, S3 was absolute garbage so I think smth like S4 with a bit more info (so maybe a bit longer) would've been the perfect expedient instead of Princesses no Garbage or whatever the name was.

If I were to draw a line for the greatness of the anime I'd say it goes up until S2, then it falls down COMPLETELY and gets slightly up in S4.

SERIOUSLY I FUCKING HATE PRINCESSES NO RONDO OMG

Sorry for the insanely useless rant but I hate to see how the situation went kinda downhill in S3, because the first two seasons could've been the perfect balance of jokes, lore and hell yeah even fanservice because after all, it's an isekai, what do u expect? But after a while the explosion and dog jokes got old and overused, and overall it wasn't as enjoyable as the first two szns.

Tabitha's story, with her mom and Joseph n everything was VERY COOL indeed!!! But it got lost in the wave of tits and bitches put in the way to please the audience, really.

Plus, the politic setting is what really kept ZnT together and made it interesting - if it wasn't for the occasional war and the different countries, it would've been even worse.

But whatever I love it nonetheless LMAO I SWEAR IM DONE

the familiar of zero would have been such a better show if in season 2 saito just straight up died and it ended

[garciapimienta]

Pimi once again talking about how his sacking went.... my blood is boiling

[majormeilani]

one of the worst writing choices will always and forever be "making a character act worse in order to make another character look better" bc it's always poorly executed in every way that i've seen it done and i don't know if it's a trope or what but it's annoyingly common