#this is my crass contribution

[unfortunate17]

i agree with you about being frustrated with how often this fandom has top/bottom discussions but its a pretty common talking point in most fandoms so YR isn’t special for that

No I totally agree with you that it’s a common topic of discussion in a lot of fandoms, but there’s a particular way we have it in this fandom that really grinds my gears.

And don’t get me wrong, I don’t care if you hc Wilmon to be vers or if you think Wille tops or Simon tops or whatever - it’s the justification and reasoning that I’m seeing behind these headcanons that I find deeply irritating and, frankly, insulting and kind of homophobic.

This is going to get long so forgive me.

1. I’ve seen so many posts talk about how the show is “brave” and “subversive” by having Wille go down on Simon or potentially bottom, but like - what the hell are we even talking about? In what world is it subversive to show a queer character having queer sex?? What are we subverting?? This show has never shown us anything with its intimate scenes other than two guys that are deeply in love and really horny for eachother and I hate that we keep bringing this shit up!!!

2. I’ve also seen people say that it was very important for us to see Wille moving to go down on Simon in the tape in S1 because it’s “more damning evidence that he’s queer” and otherwise Wille could’ve just said he was horny and desperate but he was actually imagining he was with a girl in his denial statement. But be so fucking forreal, in what world is that a thing he could argue in an official statement to the press? He’d be the laughing stock of the world.

Wilhelm isn’t more or less gay because he went down on Simon vs the other way around. He’d still be having queer sex because he’s having sex with another guy. Arguing that the framing here is for anything other than a plot device so Wille’s face wouldn’t be visible to set up the denial is actually kind of ridiculous.

As someone very smart on here said, “I’m sorry that you apparently have a tier list of sex acts ranging from “kinda straight” to “Gaylord” 😭😭 get well soon, couldn’t be me.”

Imagine for one second Simon was the one giving Wille head? Would you have criticized the show for that?? And WHY?!

3. Next: saying that Wilmon’s relationship is “equal” because you think they’re vers is…a take and a half lmao. What the fuck does being vers have to do with a relationship being equal?? Why are we assigning arbitrary hierarchies to sexual preferences??? Why are we implying that topping and bottoming are somehow not equal and you have to carefully balance both, when, ideally, it’s just whatever the fuck everyone is into???

Wille isn’t selfish for topping. Simon isn’t sacrificing anything by bottoming. They’re fucking because they’re in love and they want to 😭

TLDR: Wille doesn’t suck Simon’s dick for class liberation. Simon riding Wille isn’t a commentary on how he’s “girl-coded.” It’s just sex, leave them alone to have a good time and stop assigning agendas to queer sex.

[onlyglass]

i fucking hate march i have to confess. not only was he the embodiment of "wow, turns out a real life tsundere is just emotionally abusive" but ALSO he had to get fucking DRUNK to call me over and tell me i'm actually not that bad. i get the appeal of that trope but for me personally who has grown up with alcoholic family and also skeevy drunk ppl.... if you call me over to you while you're insanely drunk my alarm bells are gonna go off i HATE it. basically they made march specifically to psychically attack me. i do not want to be forced to become this guys friend just to show me like literally any smidgen of decency or manners. fucking loathe him deeply

[fanbun]

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Choosing to make my own post instead of reblogging because I don't want to bother OP. All respect to them though.

I like looking back at posts like these because of how much current Rick’s character development has made him resemble this pre-season 3 fanon Rick. Of course he doesn't talk exactly like that but the overwhelming impression of the character is the same.

We no longer see him insulting and beating up on Morty like we used to. Instead there have been a lot more heartfelt scenes between them and many instances where Rick's protectiveness over Morty has been purposefully emphasized.

It's astounding really. There were momentary glimpses into this loving side of Rick in seasons 1 and 2, which is what fans were picking up on, but that's all they really were at the time. Crass jokes and abusive behavior used to be his default. Now it has practically flipped and the clearly abusive moments are the rarity.

This may actually be why the show's comedy has changed too. The Smith family as a whole has gotten healthier and more considerate of each other so the writers can't rely on insult humor and biting sarcasm between the main characters as much. I think it's a good thing in the grand scheme of things. The show is evolving along with the characters. But it certainly contributes to the most recent seasons feeling noticeably different, and that's either an upgrade or a downgrade depending on what type of fan you ask.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for assuming my friend’s boyfriend’s experiences with racism?

This sounds really awful but let me explain.

My friend and I (both 21F) study political science. About two years ago (we weren’t really friends back then) she got together with her boyfriend and they’ve been living together for some time as well. I never really liked him to begin with bc he has a very crude way of speaking and is just generally pretty overbearing. To be fair, I’ve never seen him and my friend arguing in any way and they are really sweet and considerate of each other so I don’t think he’s a bad person, just a little crass. We’ve never really seen eye to eye though so every time we meet we start arguing but it’s always been harmless and only half serious.

Now. The other day my friend and I met to discuss a project we’re working on and her boyfriend was there as well. We had dinner together and somehow the conversation turned towards experiences with racism in America.

For context: I’m black and my friend’s boyfriend is Chinese, I believe he came to the US when he was 16, so about 8 years ago. I don’t know much about his life before that but my friend has hinted that he had a really terrible childhood for various reasons.

Anyway, the discussion turned more and more heated and he said something I didn’t really agree with (I can’t remember what exactly but it was about racial discrimination in healthcare) and I said to him “I can’t believe you of all people would say that” (which I really didn’t think to be THAT crazy of a statement at the time). He completely went off on me, telling me to “shut my bitch ass mouth” with my western saviour complex and going on a tangent about how I knew nothing about his life and how he’d be a thousand times happier in the US than in Shanghai and how I’d be torn to shreds in China, especially the Chinese social networks. He seemed really upset to the point where he almost started crying.

After he was done yelling at me, he stormed out of the room and I left after apologizing to me friend who hadn’t said anything the entire time (which I don’t blame her for, she’s Norwegian and white and wouldn’t really be able to contribute something).

So I’ve been feeling awful this entire time bc I feel like I triggered him really badly or something but it was completely unintentional! My friend has been treating me like always and she told me not to worry but I don’t think I can stop that easily. I’m definitely going to apologize to him the next time I see him, even though idk if I should. So yeah was that really as bad as he made it seem to be? I’ll let you all be the judge of that.

What are these acronyms?

[theheirofthesharingan]

I'm sorry but what is people's beef with Hinata?? She's such an unproblematic character.

By "people's beef with Hinata", I believe, you my beef with Hinata. What more reason would I need to dislike her than her to be a bland and uninteresting character that doesn't affect the story in any shape or form and yet she is treated like a princess?

She doesn't change a moment with her presence or absence in the story. The only thing that grows about her are hair (and her boobs, cuz men seem to like that a lot).

Since when a character being unproblematic has become a criteria for someone to like them? If people like her, I don't care. But in fiction, personally speaking, I would prefer a character that's interesting even with shitty morals. Yeah, irl someone like Itachi would definitely be thrown in the prison and someone like Hinata would definitely be praised for being soft hearted and stuff, but this is fiction I'm talking about. And I need characters that enrich the story, not just someone that eats up the space and has zero contribution to the story.

Anyone familiar with my blog would know morality is the last thing I care about in characters.

SP seems to like her a lot, so they added some random shit in the Pain's arc to make her look heroic when it just came across as crass, selfish, and mind-numbingly stupid. Other people have already written about it, so I'm not going to elaborate.

And if all these reasons aren't enough, Neji was killed to give her a happy ending? Why couldn't she have died instead? If Naruto married Neji instead of her that would be so much more sensible. I don't like anything about her. Her "N-Naruto kun 🥺🥺👉👈" isn't sweet or adorable. It's cringe.

PS. I will not be writing anything more on her. Please don't send me another ask(s) regarding her.

[yallthemwitches]

A Trick of the Light

Posting the @jilytoberfest Day 13, Muggle technology prompt early because I made it a combo with the Day 10 Matching making parents one and didn't post that day.

Finally getting mileage out of my HC that Euphemia worked for the Statute of Secrecy dept---I'll let you decide if James is just oblivious or hiding something more. ;)

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“James, darling you have to be careful with it–”

“I am being careful with it!”

“Smashing it with your wand is hardly careful.”

Euphemia smacks the hands of her son away, moving her finger deftly over the piece of machinery. The projector whirs to life, blinking a white square of light onto the wall of the Potter library—clicking a few times until a burst of figures in saturated color fill the space.

“There–see? What do I always tell you? Muggle things need care and patience–”

James isn’t listening, instead a grin widens at the images now dancing on the wall. 

“---two attributes you could afford to foster into your love life–”

James’ head snaps around. His mum winks one eye closed and sticks out her tongue. 

“Wow—bloody brilliant. Now you give me relationship advice.” He is only half serious. “I’ve already told you, there’s nothing between us…we’re just friends.”

“Just friends.”

“Yeah, mum, just friends.”

Euphemia flashes her eyes towards the projection than back at her son. “You're just friends yet you’ve made me pull out my one prized muggle artifact so she can be impressed by it.”

“You know it's not like that–,” he scans the room, knowing that if he allows eye contact he’s completely done for, “I just—I thought it would be nice.”

“Don’t see you pulling out the telephone for Remus just to be nice.”

“Merlin’s balls you’re worse than Sirius sometimes!” He waits for her to scold him about his crass language, but instead she picks some dust off her velvet robes, mouth pursed in amusement. Sometimes he wonders if he is the adopted son and Sirius is the true Potter of the family.

“You said she likes film—do you know which type?”

Any annoyance at his mum fades away as he thinks back at all the conversations he had with Lily last year. He tries to cut through the memory and only focus on her words, but gets stuck on the animated way her hands moved when talking about a particularly good film, how her eyes lit up while saying words like shot, composition, dialogue—words that were entirely meaningless to him alone, but with her they might as well be ancient spells. 

“I remember her talking about this one bloke--a director named Qewb...Kurb...Keyu…”

“Kubrick,” she laughs and shakes her head, “Oh wow, the ministry has been trying to obliviate him for years. He will be thrilled to hear he has a fan in the wizarding community.”

James eyes light up, lunging for his mum.

“You know him? Brilliant! Can he visit while she’s here?”

Euphemia’s eyes narrow and the smoky makeup makes them look like two billowing storm clouds.

“So let me get this straight. You want me to invite a very busy, very infamous muggle director—whom my business relationship consists mainly of mild threats and silence agreements—to our house for a girl that you don’t feel any attraction for.”

“I don’t appreciate you wording it like that—but yes.”

Euphemia eyes her son for a moment then stands, feeling somewhere between defeated and silly for even trying to unravel the intricacies of teenage boy.

“Well, I think I’ve contributed enough,” she sighs, making sure he can catch the sarcasm dripping from her voice, “wouldn’t want you to overdo it for just a silly Head Student preparation meeting.”

She walks to the door, knowing her son is watching her with an expression of embarrassment and defeat. Before crossing the threshold, she whips around and her earrings tinkle against her neck, getting matted into her unruly black hair. 

“Oh and James, darling?” He looks up from the figures still floating across the way, clearly focusing less on the film and more on whatever they symbolize in his personal life. 

“Do put some blankets and pillows down for you both to lay on—wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable during your film experience.”

She shut the door, watching red billow its way onto her son's cheeks, wondering how her son had become such a bad liar.

[goodomensfanfictioneveryday]

I would buy back the stars I made in the sky for you, Crowley thinks. I would get a real human job and work however long I'd need to earn enough real human money to bargain with the Almighty for you and your soul. I would give it all to you in pennies and beg you to try to purchase my freedom from hell if it meant I would be enough for you to want me. Name the price and I will find a way to buy your love.

"Nonsense, angel," Crowley says, grinning. "Consider it my demonic contribution to the ever-increasing crass overcommercialization of this holiday."

Or, Valentine's Days through the ages.

WORDS: 26k

RATED: t

[mk-writes-stuff]

The Breaking of Kelsey Karlov

What's your favorite thing about it? Which character speaks to you the most?

Hi! Sorry about the long time on getting back to this one :)

It’s time to talk about this WIP that I never talk about despite being like four edits away from done the thing. I do love the story, I’m just very shy about it so I don’t talk much about it

CW for mentions of (temporary) death of a child

My favourite thing about it is absolutely the characters. They all feel so alive and so real and so much like normal people despite the fact that the world they live in is absolutely deranged and their story is more so. It’s a super character driven story and every character has something to contribute and I love them all so dearly

It’s hard to pick a favourite but I think I’m going to go with Ellory because she’s got major Character Of All Time energy. Ellory Vuliev is a twenty-eight-year-old banker with more money than she knows what to do with and a chip on her shoulder larger than the city she lives in. She’s also dead. Ellory died tragically at the age of eight by being kicked in the head by a centaur and was promptly turned into a ghost. So despite being twenty-eight and having the thoughts and maturity of a twenty-eight-year-old, she still looks eight. She’s very angry about how much she gets treated like a child who can’t take care of herself because of this - if she gets one more client asking her where her mother is, she’s going to cuss them out

Ellory is… not an especially good person, to be honest, except when she kind of is. She’s snarky and crass and mean and angry, but she’s passionately loyal to her friends and single-mindlessly devoted to anything she puts her mind to. When her friend she’s fighting with is in trouble, she’ll go to the ends of the world to find out what happened and keep them safe. She’ll snark and snap and get temperamental about the littlest things but she’ll have your back no matter what. She’s generous if you’re nice to her but will ruin you if you piss her off, and when the main villain targets her best friend, she’s out for blood

Here she is, the snarky asshole herself. This isn’t a perfect picrew of her (she looks younger and she has monolids) but it was the best I have

Thank you for the ask! I’m always excited to get asks from you :)

[one-flower-one-sword]

finished tgcf vol 8 last night (the main story, I'm still making my way through the extras), and I just... I cried so much T_T

even though I already knew most of what would happen. somehow that actually made it worse, I was full on sobbing at times (well I had also picked music to listen to so that also contributed but still)

I don't have the words to express what tgcf means to me, right now this is my absolute favorite book series I've ever read. and also... hualian... I cannot deal, I cannot deal with them, I've rarely ever had a love story affect me this profoundly

I also cannot overstate what an absolute pillar of support this story was for me this year. I picked up Volume 1 almost exactly one year ago, and from that moment on tgcf was like the lifeboat that got me through a really tough year where I was also sick more often than not (I'm disabled with chronic fatigue)

tgcf vol 1 was also the first book I'd read after ten years where due to various mental illness issues I couldn't read books at all, a crass contrast to how I used to devour them from the moment I was able to read. but then whatever was blocking me, it feels like tgcf just... allowed it to heal. that alone I consider an immense gift that I'm incredibly grateful for, as I had honestly feared I'd never be able to read books again

I'll miss this story so so much, but I'm also just so unspeakably grateful for its existence

also I'm very grateful for all the positive feedback and interaction my little analysis posts have received, I honestly didn't expect that at all when I started posting. I just had so many thoughts while reading and desperately needed to express them, but I thought surely no one else would be all that interested in them. so the attention is completely unexpected but very appreciated, thank you :')

speaking of I'll start posting my vol 8 observations at some point but I'm actually still not done with my vol 6 and 7 thoughts, because the more I read the more things started occurring to me. I also have some fanfic planned because I'm not ready to let this story go, not for a long time and probably not ever 🦋

[justabiteofspite]

How Did Your Durge Fall for Astarion?

Not sure if I'm going to keep this bit in this particular fic because the tone doesn't quite match up with the rest of it, but to answer the above question, here's the easy answer: Henri is morosexual.

Gale shook his head, “You know, she told me very early on that she liked you. First few days we were all together, actually.”

“Really?” Astarion felt a flutter in his stomach as he thought of what Henri could have possibly said about him. Surely just some typical pining for his looks, his body? That's how these sort of affairs had historically started, even if she had eventually seen beyond that.

“Well, not to brag, but I may have suspected that you were not being entirely honest with us about your...pallor. So I privately shared with her my concerns. She said that she suspected the same and not to worry because, well," Gale grinned at him in a way the vampire very much did not like or appreciate, "you had stuck a giant mirror in the front of your tent that you didn't show up in. Not exactly a mastermind level threat. She said, and I quote, 'He's ridiculous. I think I'm in love.'”

“Oh, did she now?” Shadowheart, as she often did after overhearing something of interest, invited herself to sit across from the pair of them, “She was a touch more crass with me during a similar conversation I had with her. Straight up said she was going to bear his children after he tried to lie about that boar we found.”

The tips of Astarion's ears were on fire.

"I had forgotten about the boar!" Gale sighed, looking up at the ceiling as he reminisced, "What a day that was."

Astarion cleared his throat, struggling to not sound as annoyed as he felt, "Sorry, but just to be clear, did everyone in camp know I was a vampire before I actually told anyone?"

“Are we discussing Astarion's failed attempt at hiding his vampiric nature?” Lae'zel asked, eager to contribute, standing over their little gathering. The gith made intense direct eye contact with him as she spoke, “I figured it out fairly quickly and asked our leader if she would like me to kill you for her. She told me that she found you...fun. Humorous. That you brought important skills to the team. And that all of us would bond over our shared love for blood spilling in combat. She is very wise.”

Lae'zel paused for a moment, tilting her head like a lizard examining an insect it was about to eat before continuing, “She also said you had large, pretty eyes which I found to be irrelevant to the conversation at hand.”

[donnerpartyofone]

Re: whether or not AI can produce "real art":

I've seen more than my share of arguments about how like, art shouldn't be defined by money/resources/gatekept education/being able-bodied enough to do something really hard, and I have also seen the arguments about how conceptual art has existed for a long time so there's no reason to shit on computer-generated art where the only human contribution is supposedly "just a concept". I usually think those arguments are really flat and dogmatic on both sides, because they're both ignoring the essential question of why you do a certain job with certain tools. Let me put it this way: It is generally agreed that Duchamp's "Fountain" carries a certain meaning, that his positioning of an anonymous, crass, commercial product as a unique museum object delivers a certain message. Like whatever you think of that, it gives people something to talk about and it does the job of interrogating what art even is. That's legit, even if you hate it; like the known fact that Jeff Koons' sculptures are made by a whole atelier is fully a part of what the sculptures are saying (again, whether you like it or not), it's not like the artist "just came up with a concept" and all the questions of how the object was crafted don't matter. No one is hiding that from you and if you're not taking everything into consideration then you're missing the point. But if we lived in a world where Duchamp literally created the "Fountain" urinal by hand, carefully and deliberately crafting a familiar factory-made object all by himself like some sort of folk artisan, then the meaning would be completely different and we'd have totally different arguments about it, it would feel different to even be in the room with it, and that matters. The alternative universe hand-made "Fountain" wouldn't necessarily be a better or worse piece of art, but it would have a completely different significance, because where things come from and how they got here matters.

[loving-n0t-heyting]

would be curious to hear more about ur near-expulsion, if you're happy to share! no worries if not

I would never pass up an opportunity to indulge some self pity about my youth!

The long and short of it is tgat i was quite seriously mentally ill in hs—not ever psychotic, which is how a lot of ppl tend to read that, but very emotionally disturbed—and my school was veeeeeery bad at handling this.

Starting end of freshman year i was in a very emotionally abusive relationship, i could give and have in the past given more lurid details but at this point it feels kind of ridiculous to hold that extensive of a grudge against another pretty differently mentally ill 15yo. It came to an end start of junior year, where i told her i was self harming and asked her to tell the counselors about this. She agreed, and their response upon hearing about the relationship was to tell both of us, "Holy shit, you have to break up"

The breakup was a lot harder on me than it was on her, in large part bc i had very little of any remaining friend circle among the other students (see: emotional abuse) and my teachers that semester were for whatever reason less able to talk to me outside of class (i generally preferred adults to fellow kids whenever possible). This led to a situation where i was breaking down fairly dramatically now and then in school, which did not make the school administration very happy

They prolly would have expelled me immediately, had it not been for the fact i was by the numbers an especially promising student. You can read this in a sort of meritocratic way, that i was being rewarded for my intelligence and hard work. But i think the deeper explanation was more crass: as a private religious school with a strong reputation and high overhead, they relied heavily on alumni support to maintain themselves and thought i would be a future cash cow, and so were eager not to lose my future munificence (jokes on them lol). So instead of expelling me they... forcibly isolated me for the rest of the semester, msking me study from home away from all contact with other students. This was (surprise!) terrible for both my academic motivation and my wider mental health

Part of my overall deterioration was that i started posting a ton of mildly insane religious and rightwing shit in long essays on facebook. The importance of sexual repression was one major theme, but also stuff about the metaphysics of angels and Society, the need for a theocratic upheaval of existing democratic institutions, etc. (Also there was one about how the school shouldnt ban the proposed gsa? Which seemed very natural to me but prolly struck others as weird.) This contributed to two deleterious interactions with my school administration. First was a couplr of crazy letters i sent to the administration denouncing insufficient rigour in the theology curriculum and proposed changes in class scheduling to be implemented my senior year. Second was my tattling on a shithead the year above me who started responding to my bizarre essays with screeds about how i was the moral equivalent of a meth dealer, which was technically a violation of school rules leading to mild official rebuke. The school was not at all happy about the first one, and the second would eventually bite me once i returned

Oh, i almost forgot: part of the conditions on returning to school were that a shrink diagnose smth wrong with me thst medication could fix, said shrinks protestations that he couldnt find anything strsightforwardly treatable thru pills not withstanding. Thus began my almost decade long history of coercive administration of psychiatric medications, first fluoxetine and then (after that gave me scrupulosity spirals so severe and immobilising my parents had to call a priest to our home just to hear the worlds most banal confession) mirtazapine, which would regularly induce sleep too powerful to let me wake in time for school and caused me to launch into incoherent delirious fits if my parents tried to wake me for it. (This was not when i was introduced to antipsychotics, which began instead 2yrs later in college after a failed hanging.) So that was fun

I made it back go school the following semester, where i was unsurprisingly just as isolated and emotionally unwell given my lack of any social support and enforced separation from the only person among the students i had previouslybeen close with (my shitty ex). I was incredibly bored and unmotivated, and for the first time in my life started to get failing grades after i continually blew off homework and study

Then, one day, i happened upon a means of relieving my boredom. Sitting in the college admissions lounge i found the guy whod been an ass to me on fb hanging out with his gf, and approached him to start demanding an apology. Obviously he got pretty pissed and refused, so for the time being i left him. But from then on, any time i saw him in the halls vel sim, i would approach him to again request an apology, less out of any expectation he would experience a change of heart than bc it at least gave me smth to do

This reached its summit after a couple of months when, the day of parent teacher conferences, i was sitting in a nearby public library and saw him walking down the street with his gf. Ofc, i followed him and again started pestering him for an apology, to which he this time replied with threats of physical violence. This was apparently quickly reported to the administration as stalking, and my parents were informed of it later that afternoon. They were, unsurprisingly, pretty upset, but let me know later that the school (iiuc) had not yet decided to expel me, but had instead retained the services of a psychologist to determine whether i was suffice sane to be held responsible for my actions enough to expel me. This was the point at which i pulled the "You cant fire me!" with my parents help

It didnt turn out so bad in the end. I was able to start college early at a peculiar but much beloved liberal arts college in my city, where i had a very rewarding undergraduate education leading to a promising graduate school career for 5yrs before similar psychological deterioration (with a much more understanding set of teachers/administrators) forced me to temporarily withdraw, leading to my past 5yrs of faildaughter idleness

Eta: im prolly inordinately self critical about my theologico political juvenilia. It bears the unmistakable quality of in fact being juvenilia but so does, idk, the treatise of human nature. I havent looked at it in ages, i cannot speak much to its merits anymore, but like, if it werent for that stuff i prolly wouldnt have gotten as intellectually far as i did. Even if im still short of where i want to be

[weaselle]

okay, so like three or four years ago i wrote a post about mashed potatoes, and, while i wouldn't say anything as crass as "it's doing numbers" i feel safe in saying it at least did A number

which ticks up in little batches throughout the year and then for a few weeks every autumn it gets like, idk, several thousand more notes.

and i read a lot of those notes, the ones that include words: comments and tags and reblog additions.

I read them because a lot of them are like "tried this and it was delicious i'm making all my potatoes this way from now on" or whatever (even though i did a terrible job of explaining parts of it) and especially on days when i don't have a lot else going on for me, i really like reading a few new notes like that and knowing that i have recently contributed to someone's small moment of goodness.

BUT

i also read the other ones. I don't take any of them personally, it's just opinions, and a few folks proving i did a terrible job explaining a couple bits. And it's not bad like the internet can get bad, you know, it's mostly like, "ew gross why would you make them all goopy and gross" which is whatever, it's potatoes.

THE POINT IS

i have read what thousands of people have had to say about mashed potatoes, some of which is barely about potatoes, some of which is whole recipes, and everything in between. i have studied at the table of potatoes done mashed.

and i have a couple of conclusions

for instance, as far as i can tell some people love fluffy potatoes with all their heart and some people hate dry potatoes with all their soul and if you are one you probably can't be the other, and so there are opposite qualities being looked for in defining what makes good mashed potatoes.

Because the flavor is pretty much always good: it's potato flavored, plus whatever delicious shit you personally like to add to potato flavor.

but the experience of mashed potatoes. THAT is where the secret lies. How it feels in your mouth. And why we can mostly agree on what good mashed potatoes are, which is sort of halfway between fluffy and creamy, but we can never all agree on what the BEST mashed potatoes are, because its like asking what the best shade of blue is.

[aurae-rori]

Decided to Mad Libs a fanfiction with the randomizer wheel (my beloved), and managed to create three fascinating fic shells, including:

- Jade and Acheron are forced to work together to deal with something Sparkle has done. God damnit Sparkle. Qingque, Natasha, and Blade are there too for some reason. Someone is required to get their nose broken in a mosh pit. Welt fucks everything up.

- Boothill and Dr. Ratio have to solve a cold case that initially seems to be related to March and the Knights of Beauty, but it’s actually. Crazy concept. The IPC. Qingque is. There. Again. So is Argenti. Topaz somehow ends up as collateral damage.

- Stelle, Dan Heng, and Pom Pom have somehow managed to get Clara, Gallagher, and Aventurine on the Astral Express. What for? Fuck if I know! Free uncles for Clara though, that’s probably a safe bet.

Wondering which horror I should bestow upon the world, given my uh…. Track record of killing everyone and turning everything into terrible angst.

- 🦋

first of all STOP ANGSTING EVERYONE ILL TOSS YOU INTO A BIN- second of all, these are beautiful fic concepts and i am laughing so fucking hard. i think the one w clara would be so fun for me to write because i would love to see her getting more uncles <3

boothill & dr ratio would be like dan heng and boothill interacting but worse probably, at least on the surface it seems like that. "my crass silver cowboy" and then dr ratio has to listen to him talk about idrilla for the next hour and nearly loses his mind while they're trying to be detectives the crack potential in this is hilarious

and also WHY IS BLADE SUDDENLY THE BUS DRIVER???? HOW DID NATASHA GET OUT OF BELOBOG???? QINGQUE IS THIS YOUR WAY OF AVOIDING WORK????????

overall beautiful creations. i feel like every time you come into my inbox you leave a banger statement and then vanish for a week. thank you for your contributions to the insanity that is my blog, are you interested in csm aventio au (gets tossed into a bin)

[flagellant]

This is such an interesting conversation. And I was Not going to chime in at all until I saw someone mention that they’re in a relationship with someone who is Hapa (again - using their preferred term since that was what they said) and worry about their own subconscious reasoning.

So, to ease their mind a little if you feel like posting. This is a departure from cultural appropriation.

I’m a white-looking child of Mexican immigrants, and my husband is a multigenerational Asian American, and man oh man. The number of people who have asked/made comments/etc. about it being a weird fetish thing (even in less crass ways, like Oh, you must be “into Asians”). One was even an Asian friend of mine who knows I enjoy kpop/anime/etc and when we first started dating pulled me aside to be like “Look, I just need to know… you aren’t fetishizing Asian men, right?” And I was so shocked! That they would think that. But they also didn’t know me That well, and I recognized where the fear was coming from, and I was able to very confidently reassure them that No. Not even a little bit.

My crushes and boyfriends growing up were always a wide range of cultures/races/etc because I grew up around diversity and it never occurred to me that it would be weird to have a crush on someone who looks different from me.

And anyway I realized at some point that the idea that it would have to be a fetish thing for me to be attracted to an Asian person stems from racism, whether people realize it or not. No one questions people who are into white people. My husband doesn’t deserve to be made to feel like he could never be considered attractive except by weird creepy people.

(And an even further aside - popular media will always impact what society considers attractive, and I don’t think Asian media becoming popular and contributing to an appreciation of facial features that differ from traditional white “attractiveness” is a bad thing. My husband always distanced himself from Asian culture because he hates the immediate assumption that he’s not American, but even he has recently been expressing appreciation for the fact that kpop might help bring Asian features into the realm of “traditionally attractive” in America).

So anyway, I’m not “into Asians” - I’m “into” people who I click with and get along with. And I think people should really reevaluate their biases if they think people have to have a “type” to be into people who aren’t white.

Posting w/o comment.

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Desma and Laverna also fight for the same tarts right? (If I'm remembering correctly from another ask lol) I can imagine the scene and poor mc being in the middle of it lol

You remember!

Hold on...

Laverna's smile is forced and her grip on the bag of tarts tightened.

"Ah, Desma. How nice to see you," she says sweetly, her eyes sharp.

Desma snarls and leans in, pulling the bag closer to her.

"These are mine," she growls.

You, Tamu, Sefu, and Merikh look at each. other nervously.

"Should we intervene?" Merikh asks and Tamu scoffs.

"You can. I'm already down one hand, so I won't be risking it,"

Sefu is too busy watching the confrontation unfold to contribute.

"Alright," you say carefully, taking a step closer. "Why don't we put the tarts down and ask if there are more,"

Both of the women ignore you.

Laverna let's out a brisk laugh and yanks the bag back again with a surprising amount of strength.

"As amusing as I usually find your crassness, I've never cared much for delusional people," Laverna says, her smile dropping as she leans closer. "Let go of my damn tarts, before I forget myself."

"What you can forget is these tarts, because I don't let anyone take what's mine,"

"Oh Desma. It must be distressing to find out what you thought you had was never yours to begin with," Laverna pouts with feigned sympathy.

"Oh shit," Sefu giggles and leans against Tamu who takes several steps back.

"I'm going to check and see if these are the only tarts in the city," Merikh says before disappearing.

Desma's face is red with fury.

"Listen here you pretty faced bi—"

"FRESH TARTS! FRESH FROM THE OVENS!"

"Thank the heavens," Tamu says with a sigh of relief.