#the entitlement is reeking

[randomingoftherandomness]

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[oceanwithouthermoon]

Y'all will call anything misogyny 💀 Teruhashi is a bitch and it's not "misogynistic" to write her that way

have u ever seen a male character be called a slut, bitch, whore, etc for having a crush on one of the female characters?? do you often see people say they want to slit his throat or beat him with a bat because hes so annoying for having a crush on her? have you ever read a lesbian ship fic where the male protagonist from the source material calls the two main girls the f slur, stomps his feet, and screams that the other girl is stealing his crush away, because hes so jealous and apparently extremely openly homophobic ??? is he ever made into a literal villain, with every bit of his actual personality disregarded in favor of keeping him away from the girl? and then the fic ends with everyone in the vicinity realizing he was just a bitch all along, his only value being his looks, everyone giggles at him, and he gets shunned and is now universally hated?

☠️☠️ its funny to me that a lot of u actually just dont know what misogyny is, YOU ONLY TALK THAT WAY ABOUT WOMEN !! WHY DO U THINK THAT IS ??

its also funny how i didnt say anything about "writing her as a bitch," i JUST said i dont like when misogynists write her and you got offended cuz you knew i clocked you LMFAOSKKSKA

[griem]

ijbol idk man releasing screenshots of very polarizing things said in a private discord server between friends in a public "callout" post is #the most #tumblrific thing ive ever seen LOL.

#opinion 😱 in tags

[chanrizard]

i'm Not one of those people, but i thiiiink the "cringe" part comes from the reasoning for learning korean. because of the cute idols. or whatever. it's my best guess !

hey anon! but it still doesnt make sense to me 😭😭😭😭 whatever the reason you might want to learn it, if it comes from a place of love it cannot and will not ever be cringe imho

[auricbound]

fucking elitist

lol.

lmfao, even.

[chilledagridolce27]

We laugh at Karens but they're just the micro-economic version of the macro-economic problem

[anggeese]

I'm sure these chatgpt fanfiction motherfuckers are the same ones who demand authors to update their fics as if they're paying them hourly

[klaxxi]

saying it once more. interaction doesn't have to feed an algorithm for it to be meaningful and appreciated

[hahafucksewingmachines]

the way that i’m not even american LMFAO it’s ok you can go on being a bitch about ur canadian shows <3

at least I have the nerve to attach my name to what I say and not hide on anon 😘

[shikai-the-storyteller]

I love that whenever there's dumbasses in Phil's chat asking "Why is Quackity streaming in Spanish???" he always calls them out and Chat roasts them. It frickin sucks to see as a Mexican but seeing Phil call it out every time and seeing Chat dunk on them is nice

[haiocyn]

I will put my two cents here, and I will avoid using harsh words as much as I can.

Respectfully, you guys do not produce the shows that are more well received and popular as often as it should be to demand people to pay $6 a month.

Personally I only watched puppet history, ghost files and mystery files.

Ghost files are barely produced and however whenever I watch the video, my attention spans couldn’t stay on the video because of how over edited and corporate style it is. It got boring and become a video where I put on for background noises, which is bad because I only do it for commentaries. The audience that follows you are the same audience who’s content to just watch you commenting on the story and do some bickering and bantering. You travel too much for Ghost Files, you’re shooting for the star when your audience is happy with your presence and enthusiasm for your creations. For example, in Buzzfeed supernatural, you don’t even have to venture far and only have to talk about the interesting cases and you still have a massive audience watching you. Learn to budget your production please, it seems like you guys are struggling because of that.

Bigger team DOES NOT mean Success. This is one of the misconception I’m annoyed at, I had a group exercise where everyone insisted to be part of the group work when it’s so easier for a few people to do. It takes longer, and bigger efforts to work in a big group. Instead of hiring new people, focus on efficiency because you guys are NOT efficient enough to demand fans to pay for $6 a month with no contents.

Please just take a step back and look at the problem for your production. It’s true that your contents used to be free and everyone should be getting paid. But you have paterons with thousands of fan willing to support you. However, fans also have said about you not fulfilling your promises on patreon, how do you expect people to trust you to produce efficiently on another third party website?

Like everyone trying to insists it’s okay for their move to did this and it’s “a better move”, I can see the understanding perspective. However, there’s another truth to this, they are a YouTube channel. Their show can be produced in another channel. It feels mean to say this, but their shows aren’t really special, they just succeed to gain audience on it. However, there will be new YouTubers who will take advantage to this and do a better formulated show. I wouldn’t remember Watcher exists until notification told me so (even then I don’t even check notification) or YouTube recommending me to their videos. Instead of watching two dudes messing around in the creepy place, I’m watching another ghost haunting show on T.V. If I want to see that, I will go to watch on TV or YouTube where it’s free and massively produced. They can’t even compete with that so why are we paying for ‘T.V. prices’?

You think it’s unfair for fans to criticize the show but personally I feel like it’s fair when they basically said if you have been with us for a long time but can’t afford it, then it’s nice knowing you. It goes both way, if I can’t see or support you then good riddance. I’ll unsubscribe and unfollow. Out of sight, out of mind.

Another thing I would like to point out, it’s every tone deaf for creators for shaming you for not paying them to make contents of them eating caviars, gold leafs and overly expensive food for ‘contents’ or visiting countries. Idk if an individual YouTuber could film vlog and going to places by themselves on iPhone or one camera, then they can too. And the answers to “is it worth it to buy really expensive foods?” Is always a no to me. I don’t see values in spending so much money on food that are just decorated with gold leaves and caviars.

Another criticism I have is that they don’t focus on being more efficient on a show that were massively received well, but they focus on creating new shows. They have so many creative plans, ideas and projects and I admire them for that, but they have to be realistic about it. Cut yourself some slack and take it slow. Your channel is still new. It’s only been two years since you created the channel.

Also I dislike how $___ makes it sound like it’s however the fans’ fault or they are so selfish and entitled for wanting free contents. You didn’t read any criticism and upsetting comment that it’s not even about free content but how they can’t even deliver their promises and slap patreon fans in the face by not even give them free access to the show when they have been supporting them before they even decided to go to a third party streaming service. You expects fans to be loyal to you, however, YOU aren’t LOYAL to the fans. You forget that it goes both way, and spitting on the fans’ face and shitting on them for not being able to afford it AND THEN guilt trip them for it, are YOUR shitty move. You’re the shitty person.

It’s YOU as a creator and friend of the creator being DISRESPECTFUL and you lost our respects because of your tone deaf comments.

Regardless, good luck! I don’t think I will be able to follow you there.

We’re Leaving YouTube

[hotfinalgirl-archive]

ok tbh unpopular opinion idk i don’t get the outcry on people playing videos and music in public out loud like. ok yeah it’s annoying sometimes i get it i hate being on a packed bus late to school or sum and some asshole is watching tiktoks loud ass fuck behind me but also i don’t see why that is like considered here on tumblr to be a fucking microcosm of everything wrong with the world?? like yes manners and all that bullshit but are you dying? are you hurt? is your day suddenly completely fucked up? and to attribute it to tiktok is so wild to me because you realize people have played noise in public since the dawn of time right? the problem is probably better now than it was just a couple decades ago. none of you would’ve been able to survive just walking down the block in the time of boomboxes and radios and it shows. like it’s not something new and it hasn’t gotten worse i feel like either y’all don’t go outside enough or you’re so bitter against tiktok (rightfully so but like still) that you’re just making shit up. the whining about it is just weird and excessive imo and i think yeah no actually YOURE being entitled for expecting literally everyone in the room to be quiet when YOU want it to be quiet. why don’t YOU wear the headphones asshole? oh no people in public are playing tik toks and i have to hear an audio i hate for the millionth time like of all the things u could waste ur breath complaining about seriously cry me a fuckingggg river

[bi-writes]

ghost is such a daddy, isn't he? ;) too bad he's such a dick. (18+)

but it's hard to find a donor. you've been single for practically your whole life, it's the whole reason you're looking to just get pregnant by yourself. you don't need a man--you can walk into a clinic and pick from their little flip book.

but none of them fit what you're looking for. too short, hairline too far back, you don't care for the look in their eyes or the occupation they chose or their descriptions of how much they like model trains and reading george orwell every christmas. they're john does in different colored suits, and they reek of entitlement and the need for perfection and lack the individuality that you crave.

not special, no--you're looking for an edge. and none of them have it.

you're glaring at your lieutenant from three hundred yards away when your eyes soften with realization. ghost is such a bastard to you; he snaps at you easily, uses his obvious stature to overpower you in the most inconvenient of situations, and he always turns his nose up at you for being even slightly less than perfection, just a smidge off your target or just below your personal record.

he demands more of everyone he commands, but you in particular he likes to pick on. you used to think it was because you were the only woman around, but that wasn't it. ghost isn't a misogynist, he's just a right asshole.

but a gorgeous one. not in the way he looks, per say, because his face isn't all that pretty. you've seen his face, glimpses of it, enough to put the puzzle together in your head. he wears mangled skin, torn apart at the seams and scarred to high hell, but ghost is more than just stitched together skin.

he's huge. large and so fucking well in charge. he takes up space, and he does it with intent. spreads his legs when he takes a seat, crosses his arms over his chest when he's standing idly by. his expressions aren't visible under the mask he wears, but it is very obvious when he isn't happy. his glare burns through the fabric, dark eyes narrowed intensely; it is impossible to not understand when ghost is less than amused by you.

he's so capable. you've seen him take apart his gun and put it back together many times. big fingers sliding over metal and fastening it back together with practiced ease. you've seen him haul over two hundred pounds of man over a railing, seen him set up his sniper rifle and shoot a target more than a thousand yards away. he's smart, and he knows what he's doing, and even in the face of uncertainty and chaos, he's oftentimes the voice of reason in the field, and it's sexy.

god, he's so fucking hot. especially when he's rolling up his sleeves, showing off one sleeve of shitty military tattoos and telling the private that's practically in tears what a fucking muppet he is for assembling his standard issue pistol without a fucking magazine loaded into it.

that's what you want.

someone resilient. capable of overcoming tragedy, of finding purpose even when there really isn't anything to live for. the drive of bettering yourself, of not fucking it up, of being able to breathe easy and get out of a corner even when the path ahead is just more of the unknown.

unable to die.

"ever thought of being a father, lieutenant?"

he laughs, bitterly, licking the pad of his thumb before rubbing at a spot on the scope of his rifle.

"fuckin' hate kids," he mutters. "loud. dirty." he grunts. "besides. bloodline dies with me. don't need anymore fuckin' rileys mucking up this place."

you bite your lip. it's not the worst reason you've ever heard. it's just too bad he's exactly the kind of baby daddy you're looking for.

"that's too bad, lieutenant," you purr, standing up. you pass by him, your hips swaying and brushing against his shoulder. it's enough of a touch that his gaze follows you as you leave, his eyes flickering to the curve of your ass as you leave. "you'd make such a good daddy."

the fuck?

it's hard to focus. you keep bending over in front of him; dropping papers, picking things up, leaning over desks just to make his face twitch under the mask. you're constantly in his line of sight, wearing the tightest fucking shirts he's ever seen. cleavage on display, definitely a violation of protocols that no one is enforcing, and it's making his head spin as you lick chocolate off your fingers and swipe it off the curve of your breast. he thinks you must be mad when you make eye contact with him and keep it as you slip two fingers into your mouth and suck.

the worst was when he was stuck in the back of a humvee with you. the back was packed, soldiers pressed together as they rode back to base. he was sweaty and exhausted, leaning his head back as the truck rattled along the dirt road. on a particularly rough bump, you bounced into his lap, ass pressed back against his pelvis. on instinct, one gloved hand caught you by the curve of your waist, and you hummed as you leaned back against him.

"sorry, lieutenant," you had cooed, in that soft, honeyed voice he hated. "am i hurting you?"

"fuck you, sergeant," he had snapped, but his growl was cut short when you arched your back a little, nestling your ass against the fucking hard rock in his pants.

"just happy to see me then?"

acckkk, a fucking fiend, you are. pressing up against him when you slip into line in front of him in the mess hall. asking him for help because your aim is off, just to look at him from over your shoulder and give him that smile. the absolute doe eyes you give him when he berates you for the hundredth time that day, just for you to mumble back, "oh...yes, of course, sir..."

ngghhh...and he's thinking about you. thinking about smoothing a hand down your back as he bends you over a desk. thinking about what it would be like if you climbed over him on his cot and sat your fat ass down onto his face. thinking about the sounds you'd make, the big, wet eyes you'd give him, how good you'd look in his bed and wearing his clothes and cumming on his cock--

"the fuck are y'doin' ta me?" he growls in your ear. you blink up at him, tilting your head back, leaning against his door.

"johnny said you were training, so i thought i'd wait for you. got something real important to talk to you about."

you smile at him innocently, ducking under his arm as you slink into his room. when he shuts the door, you spin around to face him again, giggling.

"there's something i want."

"out with it."

"something i need."

"fuckin' tolk then, yeah?"

"want a baby, lieutenant."

"yeah, right mad about tha', luv."

"want your baby."

he laughs, humorless, "be fuckin' honest."

but you are honest. you're honest when you smile wider, and you're honest when you turn around. you're honest when you bend over onto your forearms against the cot in his room, and you're honest when you shimmey your trousers just low enough, right under your ass, showing off the wet cunt you've had since watching his arms flex as he stacked boxes after breakfast.

he steps forward, leaning over, smoothing two big hands up your plush thighs before spreading your ass, watching your little hole pucker. he smirks, chuckling low.

"'f y'want t'be a riley so bad, don't need to 'ave m'baby, swee'eart," he murmurs, but the echo of his belt undoing clinks in the room anyways. you squirm a little when you hear the zipper of his pants.

"but i want it," you whine, and you slide your arms out in front of you, pressing back against him as you grip the thin sheets on his bed. "i want it!"

"shhhhh," he scolds, gripping his cock with a calloused hand and shoving it between your thighs. you moan as he wets his cock along your folds, grinding slow, getting himself nice and slick. "y'want m'baby, swee'eart? wanna 'ave my cubs? gonna be bears, love. they're gonna split y'open, got such a little cunt."

you cry out, pressing back against him.

"want it! i want it!"

ghost chuckles again, laying over you, his weight pinning you down as he laces his fingers with yours. he's so big, you can feel him heavy and throbbing between your thighs. you need it, even if it doesn't take, even if he just takes you apart right now, you need it.

"you'll make such a good mama though," he mutters, mostly to himself. "fuck...you'll get so bloody nice and fat. nnghh..." he lets go of one of your hands to smack his paw against one side of your ass, gripping it tight and jiggling it. "every part of ya. right for the taking, luvvie. oll f'me."

he reaches down between you, notching the head at your entrance before sinking in easy. you're so wet now, dripping between your thighs, and he grunts as his hips meet your ass quick.

"tits'll get so big..." he smacks his lips together before giving you a heavy thrust. "fuckin' hell...takin' y'out afta this...gonna make you a fuckin' riley today. how's tha' sound, aye?"

you gurgle a little, a line of drool dribbling down your chin. he leans over, pushing his mask up, and he licks your spit off your face, his breath hot as he starts to pick up the pace, fucking into you quick.

"want y'just like this, every day," he growls in your ear. "in m'bed...spread out for me..." he sucks on the edge of your ear, making you cry. "gonna 'ave y'for oll three meals, swee'eart--fuck--until we know it takes."

you smile, your cheek smushed into the bed and rubbing raw against the sheets as he fucks into you from behind. his big hands squeeze your own, holding onto you tight, and you push back against him, your orgasm coming unexpectedly as he babbles in your ear about your tight cunt, your pretty face, the perfect place for him to empty his cock. it makes your vision go white, but you don't feel satiated until he holds his hips against you from behind and curses as he spills inside.

so creamy, slick and soft, but he refuses to waste a single drop. he keeps his pelvis against you, wrapping a forearm around your waist and yanking you up until your back meets his chest. you giggle, dizzy and a little drunk, leaning your head back against him.

"knew you'd fuck me," you mumble, sticking your tongue out, not satisfied until he leans down and kisses you, sucking your tongue into his mouth and kissing you wet and sloppy. he laughs, his chest rumbling, and you put your hands over his, scratching along his skin as he licks into your mouth.

"tha' right, luv? why's that?"

you giggle. "because i always get what i want, simon."

next

[greenlikethesea]

the paramore remix album is good, you guys are just mean

[carriesthewind]

I reread the IA's contemporaneous post justifying their "National Emergency Library", and one of the things that struck me is just how selfish it was.

(It was also full of falsehoods, ranging from exaggeration to outright lies, but that's another matter.)

While 2020 feels like it was several decades in the past, it was actually only a few years ago. And I remember March of 2020! I was there! And oh my god, is this post right in line with every other selfish, demanding asshole determined to make a global pandemic all about themselves!

First of all, there is the language of the post - it is a "tremendous and historic outage" that books are unavailable to patrons because libraries are closed for the pandemic. "Right now, today, there are 650 million books that tax-paying citizens have paid to access that are sitting on shelves in closed libraries, inaccessible to them."

Missing from this outrage is a recognition that, like. Librarians are people. They get sick, and die.

They did get sick, and died.

Libraries were closed not only to protect patrons and the public, but librarians too. Libraries were closed to protect people, human beings. Because generally speaking, even the most enthusiastic supporters of access to books and knowledge, prioritize lives over books.

The AI's post, however, reeks of an entitlement to things that *my* tax dollars paid for. Libraries and library collections aren't a public good. They're something *I* should be able to access anytime I want, damn the context or the consequences.

(Was it also a historic outrage when I had to wait several months to check out Nona the Ninth, because so many other people were checking it out?)

Second, as I said, I remember early 2020. And in spring and summer of 2020, there was more free content on the internet than before or since. So many people and so many institutions were bending over backwards to provide people with books and tv shows and music and podcasts and virtual tours and collections and just about anything that someone could figure out how to digitize. So many people were giving away books for free, or writing/recording new content to give away for free. I can't even remember how many times I heard or read someone telling their readers or listeners just to pay what they could, if they could. So many people and institutions were giving away so much, do so much, to provide access to knowledge and books and entertainment and information.

And in that moment, the IA decided to steal from people. When so many people, so many authors, were acting so selflessly, they decided that it wasn't good enough. And instead of giving away themselves, they decided to steal from authors and pat themselves on the back for "meet[ing] this unprecedented need," when they didn't even actually do anything themselves. Or maybe more accurately, the only thing they did was something irrelevant to the actual needs of the community, something they wanted to do anyway, something to try to use a pandemic as an excuse to advance their agenda.

Because third, there is zero concern for the population of patrons actually most impacted by the closure. The IA cares, to a fault, only about information being digitized.* But many people who use physical libraries, many of the people most impacted by their closure, are people who do not have access to the AI's so-called "open library." And people who could access digital books generally continued to have access to their library's e-book services, and to tons of other free content. The patrons who were actually in the most need are ignored as irrelevant.

*And I want to be clear - they care that information is digitized, not about digital access. "Access" means more than information being digitized and theoretically being able to be read.

It's so clear that IA didn't really care about the patrons of physical libraries. Instead, they saw a real problem, and instead of working toward any solutions, decided to use it as a prop to push their own agenda. (Again, while people were dying.)

It's just all so deeply selfish.

[witchstormm]

…just for that, I’m making sapphic paulkins with both of them being trans women. Out of spite. (/hj)

This whole Fandom just seems to be like "see this great straight ship? Well what if the guy was a trans girl so it's lesbian" like are yall scared of straight ships?

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