#these people disgust me

[emita-ita]

i think it's time we start retaliating when people online post about their excessive spending. yes even if it's your fave youtuber pookie meowmeow could-do-nothing-wrong. we should start letting people know we HATE and DO NOT TOLERATE people who buy 4 cars, people who live in mansions, people who do 3 giant unnecessary hauls a month, people who buy 6 entire luggages of merch in a week. stop sitting uncomfortably, TELL THEM. unsub. stop interacting with their content. Eat the rich is not just a cool phrase to have on your bio or a pin or your jacket. it's an ACTION

[xxbenlongdeadxx]

The manor smells like death again, this isn't shocking but it's overwhelmingly apparent someone is squeezing it, disgusting...

[vain-creature]

When you get attention but not in a way you want

(I made a post on another sideblog but I kinda hate it now. But lots of ppl keep liking it and following that sideblog. And I just hate that I can't get that level of attention for my good posts)

[disarminglybright]

This comment was left on a post explaining why your doctor will recommend newborn babies get the vitamin k shot (it's produced by gut microbiomes and babies don't have gut microbiomes yet) and it really just kind of struck me how completely on the nose it is.

"I want easy answers that make sense damnit and if you can't give them to me then you are a fraud and a liar!"

And on one hand, yeah man- I wish things made more sense too! But they don't. Most things are complicated! The people trying to sell you easy answers are just trying to take advantage of you and you're so desperate for things to make sense that you'll buy it.

You are a victim to hucksters and marketing.

[inkskinned]

you know, you know. no gods, no masters, no kings on pedestals. everyone is fallible. death of the author. you know! you are balanced about your intake of media - you allow the wiggle room, the grace, the gratitude, the skepticism. nobody above criticism.

but still. a weird gut-punch feeling, something akin to betrayal. you read the article. surprise! an author you love is actually: a serial fucking predator.

well, shit. what now. no, you knew he was a person (all people are), but now you're wondering - what have i overlooked by accident? what messages have i internalized that are strange and cruel? and also, like, what the fuck?

his actions lay a thick glaze on top of everything. like each place is now ruined, opaque in a new way. but okay, fine, you've done this before. you knew better, right? you've been betrayed by many a cherished childhood author.

still, this stickiness. fuck. can you pick up that book again. will you read it to your children. you've recommended it to others - will you ever do that again? and of course, of course, no parasocial relationships. you were theoretically above this kind of sentiment. but the artist informs the art, right.

so it's not something as clear-cut as feeling he owed you, specifically (a stranger) better behavior - just that you kind of, in a distant and odd way... sort of trusted him to do better. it's not like a real trust or something speakable, just the faint hope that the product (good books) was a thin representation of the soul. now it feels like the product (good? books?) was a mask. in some small or insignificant way, your previous support of this person lent them power. your money and your time and your laughter.

and the thing is - you have this terrible, echoing sensation. how many times will this happen? over and over. you find out that the singer you love is actually a predator. you learn over drinks that your favorite high school english teacher is in jail for what he did to her. you listen to the news idly and suddenly discover that a woman you used to idolize has been abusing her kids for an actual eon.

what can you touch without the static melting off. you can't even really complain about it too much (you were supposed to know better, and besides, you don't want the same re-split "it's not your fault, love what you love" basic advice), but now it's here. somehow, it feels like - you let him into your life.

it's not that things need to be pure or an artist has to be like, endlessly perfect, mindful. demure. it's more just this terrible truth that has been replayed through your veins so often it feels criminally vain. power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. did you want any one person to be worth that power?

it's just that he wrote books where he seemed to understand that. he seemed to know about hierarchies and unfair systems and bigotry and privilege. you thought they were books about what it means to struggle. you thought they were about having power and still using it for good rather than for control. he spooned you a narrative of being a good guy, a kind soul. you fucking bought what that fucking monster sold.

maybe that's why they were fantasies, after all.

[kedreeva]

I need you to understand that the very straight and immediate line from someone's very confident "I don't like mice/I've handled mice before so I know what they're like" to joyous wonder as they hold the first calm, friendly mouse they've ever held and murmur "they're so soft/sweet/warm/gentle" practically to themselves is basically a drug

"I work at a petstore," says the young man with much disdain, "so I don't really need to hold another one. I know what they're like."

"These aren't petstore mice," I say, as I turn my hand over and the mouse holds on tighter. "They're not like any mouse you've ever held," I say, as I close my hand gently around the mouse and flip her onto her back for a second so I can touch her mouth and demonstrate how difficult it would be to get one of my mice to bite.

"I'm sure you've handled them extensively from a very young age, though."

"They haven't been handled before today, except to be moved into clean cages." She arranges herself in my hand and cleans her face. "Are you sure you don't want to hold one?"

He opens his hands, and she pours from my hand into his like a viscous liquid. She is soft and warm and sweet, and his entire face lights up when she hunkers down onto his warm hand and closes her eyes.

"....She's changing my mind."

"They tend to do that when you leave it open."

He took her and two companions home.

[wiisagi-maiingan]

I'm all for natural remedies and traditional medicine, but I think when your "natural remedy" is based on the idea that water can become medicinal by being in the presence of a teeny itty bit amount of something, then it's probably bullshit and you're getting scammed. Go buy some ibuprofen or see a doctor.

[thefloatingstone]

The older I get and the more terrible takes I see the more in favour I become of gatekeeping

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 185

No one could get into contact with Constantine. 

Now usually that wasn’t that big of a deal, the man constantly disappeared for a few days at a time doing something or other, but he’d been completely silent and unseen for months. Usually he’ll at least answer a call to tell them to fuck off or something. 

And they really need his expertise and are getting incredibly worried for their grumpy team member. Yes he’s an asshole, but he’s their asshole, y’know? And he has a habit of getting into Situations (sure he also usually gets out of them, but what if he didn’t this time?!) 

So they’re desperate. Kind of really desperate. Desperate enough to use the summoning sigil they found on his fridge. They’d checked it, multiple times, and it should summon the hellblazer. 

“You’re not Constantine.” . 

The white-haired teen in the circle yawned, stretching and blinking at them blandly with familiar blue eyes before sighing. “Actually I am,” he stuffed his hands into his hoodie as he looked down at the summoning circle. “Well, technically just one of the many Laughing Magicians currently in the Realms.” 

He gave a grin, looking more amused than annoyed. “Pretty much every one of us is in the Realms right now for family reunion lol. (Did he just say lol out loud??) So like, you’re gonna have to specify which of us you’re tryin’ to summon. Honestly perfect timing for me thanks, the fruitloop keeps flirting with John and it’s horrific so.” 

… That was probably their John, wasn’t it…

[spirkbitch]

listen i do not care what book said it or what was intended to be in the movies i absolutely refuse to believe that Spock and Saavik got married

[radiant--as-the--sun]

do people really just wanna be fans of the hunger games and not mention palestine at all? like honestly? do you really wanna just support fictional uprisings and fighting back against fictional oppression but don't actually give a shit about it in real life? did y'all genuinely learn and internalize nothing from this series????

[corviiids]

(persona 5 / persona 5 royal spoilers below)

a random assortment of tweets that show up when i search "from:corviiid akechi"

bonus self awareness

[bitchthefuck1]

I actually really love that we see Helena's palpable hesitation about going back to the severed floor. We know that this has all been a publicity thing for her and it's about helping Lumon, so she's really invested in the outcome, but like. from her POV, she's literally letting someone who actively hates her and everything she stands for, and also has a proven willingness to hurt herself if it means hurting Helena, who now knows who she is and her significance to Lumon, pilot her body for 8 hours every day in an environment where they've repeatedly failed to control her. If I were her, I'd be genuinely surprised to wake up with my limbs intact.

You already questioned why on earth she'd come back after Helly's suicide attempt, and the identity reveal explains the reasoning, but on a human level that's still a wild thing to have to think about. This person (who is you but also isn't) almost succeeded in killing you, and like a week later you let them pilot your body again like nothing happened. How could you not be terrified?

[bigbarabelly]

Not home but something familiar

[starteas]

How does it feel knowing Glitch is willing to give millions in free government money to already-successful Hollywood bigshots like Dana Terrace (who got off pretty easy compared to all the animators who lost their homes and had their art erased) yet couldn't spare a single penny for a small artist like you with extremely modest goals?

It feels great knowing that Glitch is extending a hand towards showrunners in a time when the animation industry has been struggling. With tax write offs, cancellations and shows being outright removed from streaming services, I’m so glad to know there’s a company who’s wanting to try their hand at and give industry showrunners a chance.

I don’t know what world you live in where animated showrunners are considered “successful Hollywood bigshots” or given millions in free government money, but it sounds a hell of a lot better than showrunners being forced to live paycheck to paycheck because— surprise!— being a showrunner in television animation does not pay as well as you think it does, and in itself is hardly comparable to celebrities who live amongst Hollywood. Even in some cases, those celebrities don’t make as much as they should despite their long spanning careers, experience or what have you.

Glitch does not owe me anything. I’m just honored they took the time out of their day to promote my crowdfund, promote Lumi in their Glitch Inn video and host an entire event shouting out other indie productions.

I’m not looking to be a charity case. I don’t even consider myself modest, considering the goals I had ended up being bigger than I thought them to be; though it ended up working out in the end. I’ve still got a pilot coming out, and I’m damn proud of that fact. I’m not looking to be pitied because a crowdfund didn’t work out. I tried, I failed, I learned from it, that’s all there is to it— and I’m happy that Glitch was there to give their support, anyway.

[veinsfullofstars]

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(ID: Kirby series fanart of King Dedede and Meta Knight being cute and in love. Top panel - bust shot of DDD scooping MK up into his arms, smooshing the flustered knight against him in a great big hug as a little flurry of hearts bursts from them. Middle panel - bust shot of DDD holding MK in his arms, gazing down at him with an easy grin as the knight pushes his mask to the top of his head, a fond smile on his face as he gazes back. Bottom panel - bust shot of DDD and MK leaning in together to meet in a kiss, eyes closed and faces flushed, the king holding his knight tighter, the knight gently cupping his king’s cheek. More little hearts hover around them, the biggest just above their heads. In all panels, DDD's crown and MK's armor are - as usual - touched with white highlights and dusted with sparkles. END ID.)

Sketch started some time early 2024, render started 03/18/24, finished 04/15/24, updated for color correction 11/02/24.