#why do i need so much validation anyways?

[a-s-levynn]

About those new masks..

So i saw this take a few times already and i have some thoughts. Obviously it's paraphrasing but you'll see these a lot similar to this if you scroll in ST spaces since yesterday:

"These new masks have too much personality, they said the people behind the music is uniportant but they now have this new personalized look instead of the uniform sleek minimalist one and it is the direct opposite of what they are saying. These new looks do not fit Sleep Token"

Let me preface this: I'm not going to explore specific reasons why people might hate on the masks because... No i refuse to go there, but i will talk about the issues i have around this a bit.

No.

If you are hating on the new masks so much so as to cry about that "this is not what they supposed to be about" you are missing your own point. You are in fact shooting the opposite direction. You are no longer in it for "just the music" but you are very much caught upon the "everything else beside the music." You got distracted. You putting the blame on them instead on yourself for loosing your own point.

There is no moral highground in this whole ordeal. Please respect yourself enought to try not to look utterly stupid if you frothing about something you visibly misunderstood. Do not hide behind excuses. Do not put this on the artists. Own up to the fact that you simple don't like it.

Admit that it's your opinion purely; because ultimately the artist creating their own art will understand creative choices behind their creations more than you ever will. No matter how far you try to bend backwards.

The masks fit Sleep Token because it is Sleep Token who decided to have them. End of story. You can hate it all you want but it is still part of the shabang now. And don't try to mask your distaste over visuals with shouting about the artist not understanding their own ideology.

If you are so hung up on how they look like, more than what the music still is, than stop and think for a second please.. You have it backwards. If you really truly only care about the music, what it is about, what it gives you, than you are not going to give a shit what they are wearing on stage.

Maybe in a passing few sentences but otherwise you are not going to be worked up about it to the point you sent hatecomments to the artist who made them.. It is shameful.

Besides i hate to break it to people but they already had their personalities with their outfits just not this strongly. III had the random whacky shit. IV had the hint's of this comfy leisurly punk-ish techwear whatever going on besides the fancy stuff the past a months since the summer. II had a slightly sleeker but maybe sort of tech-ish look which is now reflected (in my opinion) much more strongly with this new look (which sorta reminds me of a stylized oni or something tbh and that is extremely in line with their older far-east inspired thematics visually, just saying).

They are not handing you the "we are unimportant" part anymore. They are not spoonfeeding it to you. Not in the way they had before at least. They presume you are mature and smart enough at this point to get it. To get to the conclusion that it is unimportant what they look like. And allow them to still have fun with it.

Or just they are being cheeky and went for something that would shake up the people. I don't know, i don't know them or anyone close to them. I don't have answers. But they are trying something new an it is perfectly fine.

Also which would have come off so much differently if Vessel is 100% btw. Be honest, if they would have been able to perform to their fullest abilities, far less people would be so loud over this.. This was just an unfortunate turn of events and when shit hits the fan it usually never just one dose. And my heart breaks for the boys for all this.

Besides, people were so loud about hating that "they looked the same" and "so hard to distinguish" and "easy to replace because of this" ... now they have personalized masks and looks and the same people cry about the exact opposite they did before..

Also it just occured to me that this is basically the same as the lightshow upgrade. It gives you something to look at at the rituals. The new looks are visually interesting, and with the lighting setup they have now they are gonna look like some seriously fun nightmare creatures btw. I love that already.

So all in all i don't know, i don't really have a point here i guess, but the boys are in such a no win situation right now and i hate the fact that people are shitting on them just because they don't fit their idea of "an anonymous collective" anymore. Which is reddiculous and sad because nothign has changed.

It never was about being a blank page. It was about being human. It flies over so many peoples head but the anonymity part isn't about not being a person under there. It is being about that person not having a name. It doesn't matter if the person has a personality or not. What matter there is that no name.

There is no definitiveness. It gives an open invitation for anyone to step into that person but first you need to recognise that there is a person there. And there is no doing that if there are no traces of personality. Or humanity if you will because personalities makes us humans. Don't make me hold a philosophy lecture here on what it means being human please.

It does not matter who that individual it is by tagging a name on them. But it is extremely important that there is a person there. Otherwise there is no connection point. If there is no person there is nothing to understand. But it does not matter how that person looks like. It does not matter what the person wears. Or what that person is called. What matters is that it is a human being. And as such you can understand it. Our at least you should be able to.

Regardless of the design of a mask.

[moeblob]

Deacon loves two things: Ymber and digging himself a grave.

Fulj hates one thing: Deacon.

[gunstellations]

rk800 💙 rk900

[itshomobirb]

if my parents keep talking to me im going to (remembers that suicide jokes are bad for mental health) go outside and dig a hole to narnia

[galaxseacreature]

the other significant others is a book about how amatonormativity-sorry, compulsory coupledom-sucks for everyone and we can do better if we dare to try. I think it is pretty well done and i know it's sorely needed. it has incredible mainstream accessibility and I genuinely hope people read it and the ideas circulate more broadly. but it drives me a little insane that aromantics get thrown into just one list in the intro and then the book seems reluctant to truly acknowledge that some people genuinely don't even want a romantic relationship and that's ok. anyway, the book tells a series of stories about various platonic life partnerships. it weaves in history about changing friendship and marriage norms and facts about modern relationships and how they might not fit our assumptions. the last chapter even dives into some really exciting legal reforms that could address amatonormativity! sorry. compulsory coupledom. anyway. I recommend this book for like....your allo cishet friend or like, your mom or something

[sugarkillsall]

AI art can "improve" all it wants but it will forever be bland, there will never not be a point in time where it won't be bland and it will not stand any test of time beyond being a small footnote in the entirety of art history

[toytulini]

But Also i do think. Expecting Crisp Ironed Clothes of someone in a fucking job interview is Unhinged. I think most professional dress standards are Stupid.

[leopardom]

posting my gifs these days and seeing how they look and how they’re doing statistically-wise makes me think about ✨that anon✨ from a few days ago who said that my content doesn’t deserve any engagement

what if they were right in the end?

[insanechayne]

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[todayisafridaynight]

IW fr just felt like yokoyama's cope for killing Aoki off and then regretting it

im not saying yoko shouldve ryuji'd aoki but im just saying maybe the aoki-lives truthers were onto something if not copium but serving a warning for what was to come

[exopelagic]

I need to go to bed I’m just gonna shout a lil

[autumnrory]

one thing about me is even if i hated the book i just read i will still be defending the main character while all the goodreads reviewers go on about how whiny and selfish she is

[qulizalfos]

wha tthe fuck

[chasmbreach]

you made my cracks sweeter

YIPPEE!!!!! I WROTE OC BACKSTORY THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING!!!! One day I'll like, write something more cohesive about their relationship and powers or whatever, but this is how they meet uehehehehe.

(i will combust if you actually read this because good god. don't read this. i hate this backstory so much /j. i wrote this in a fit of crazy and not wanting to work on my research paper)

words: 1798 ao3 edition

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what they look like btw, bc oc moment lol!!!! Fragment is nakey and Nectar isn't decked out in nice clothes, she's completely dark n goopy bc she doesn't know how to control it her goop well, and it completely takes over her clothes as well.

He awoke with a gasp. 

He couldn’t see anything in front of him. Quite literally. 

Everything was pitch black. 

He felt so tired… and he couldn’t feel anything in his surroundings either. He blinked his sockets to make sure his magic was flowing. He tried to move his body, but his magic didn’t seem like it was going to work and cooperate with him.

Wait… that didn’t make sense. Magic was connected to a monster’s soul. So why was he referring to it as if it were a separate entity?

He supposed he could wait while his body was trying to reboot itself. 

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The darkness was starting to get to him. 

He had been laying still, immobile because of his own incapabilities. He could still feel himself blinking, but it was getting monotonous. Why open his sockets if he couldn’t see anything? How did he know he was seeing anything in the first place? It looked the same if he wasn’t moving his sockets either way.

His body still wasn’t responding, and he still couldn’t feel. 

How long had it been since he awoke? It didn’t feel like much time had passed, but then again, in a void like this, who knew how fast time could fly? 

He had been trying to recall any details before finding himself in this darkness, any information to grasp on to try and piece together a reason. There was nothing in his memory that he could obtain to make sense of anything. 

Did he even exist? Was he just in limbo? 

Was he dead?

Surely not? Though he couldn’t exactly feel anything with his body, he knew that there was some kind of ground below him. If he were dead, he probably wouldn’t be able to feel anything. Maybe? He didn’t know anymore. 

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He heard a soft hic in the distance. He didn’t know how long he had been staring at nothing anymore. He still couldn’t feel anything in his body. He had long given up attempting to do anything. 

“Oh! I- apologies, I didn’t really mean to intrude on anything you were doing. This universe just seemed empty from first glance and I really just wanted to escape as soon as possible, so I just hopped in without double checking if there were actually anyone here left, and I was getting desperate to leave and oh, sorry I’m rambling again, apologies I’ll just um.” The soft voice quieted down. From the voice alone, he thought the voice was feminine, but he didn’t want to assume. 

Something moved around the darkness. The figure was barely visible in front of the absolute black, save for the bright star shaped eye now looking down at him. 

He tried to vocalize, to be able to show that he was capable of being responsive. He should be relieved right? To finally see some other existence other than his own? But he wasn’t really feeling much emotions right now. He just wanted to inform this other person that he was aware, he was listening. 

The star came closer, and he could see it twitching from one place to another, as if it were looking around. “Your body… are you… how long have you been here?” What of my body? He didn’t know what the figure was talking about. Were they referring to the fact that they couldn’t really feel their body? But how would’ve they known? Perhaps there was some physical indicator.

“Here let me help you up, you must be in so much pain.” Pain? He blinked owlishly at the star as he watched more ripples flow in the darkness before he could feel his body being sat up, head spinning slightly from the change in gravity. He looked down and was finally able to see his white skeletal boned body littered with cracks. Ah, so that’s why. He didn’t feel the pain though, likely because he still couldn’t physically feel his body. Maybe his soul had cut off his connection to the body so he wouldn’t feel the pain? He didn’t know. 

His gaze slowly wandered back to the star. The darkness kept shifting around him, but he didn’t know what for. The next moment, his arms were enveloped by that darkness, before a soft green glow was emitting from the coil, “I’m not sure if my magic can fully heal all of your cracks, but I want to at least try and clear up the bigger ones. You must be in so much anguish and so magic deficient, your magic hasn’t responded to any of my attempts at summoning any sparks at all.” He could only blankly stare as the darkness slowly moved away from the arms and moved onto his ribs. He looked over his newly healed, yet still limp arms. His magic was still cutting off his access to his body.

His voice still wasn’t returning, but he wanted to at least respond to the person helping him. He huffed as hard as he could, making a noise with his breath. 

“Ah! Please refrain from doing that! Your ribs are fragile, and I cannot guarantee my magic will hold you long. I do try, but I can’t be sure it will be as effective compared to other monsters who actually specialize in healing spells. I’m afraid of any damage you may incidentally do to yourself if you huff like that again. Even if I heal the cracks, your magic needs to be able to support itself to make sure they heal with enough strength. Skeletons naturally need more magic to function, due to our segmented nature, but the ley lines are very sensitive. 

“Oh,” the star disappeared for a moment before he heard a soft, hollow clink, “you’re a skeleton yourself, why did I find the need to explain skeleton anatomy to you. I’m rambling again, so so sorry about myself. I just constantly feel- ,” they cut themselves off again, “I- I’ll stop now, apologies.”

He didn’t understand what the apology was for, but he listened to the suggestion and didn’t exhale roughly again. He watched quietly as the darkness eventually moved down to his legs and healed those up too. With the constant movement, he was eventually able to make out hand shapes moving up and down his arms, probably to check his bones. 

He was finally starting to feel sensation in his newly corrected arms. A bit tingly at first, given his magic had been cutting off access to his own body, but physically he could feel the cool temperatures of the hands moving and checking his bones. 

As the presence moved away from his legs, he was able to slowly lift his arms to test out the movement. He could physically feel his chest moving alongside his breathing, and he could feel something supporting his entire back. They waited in silence as his magic worked to allow him to feel again.

He hissed and winced as he felt a pinching sensation around his pelvis. He looked towards the star in helplessness, silently asking a question.

Blue spread across the darkness as they stammered, “I- I didn’t want to be impolite. It’s um. Pelvic region?” They didn’t say anything after that. He felt out the cold that was lingering around his legs and gripped it, moving it over. He wanted it healed. 

The blue color spread and glowed brighter. He could see a faint outline of the nose… wait no, that looked like a nasal aperture that a skeleton had. Were they a skeleton? 

“I, ah, I’m really not, I don’t, this is a bit, um,” He gripped the darkness tighter, “O-oh, ok, um, I’m just… going to turn…” The star moved away, the blue color also disappeared, but he could feel the cool balm of the darkness envelop his pelvis and the soft green light returned. The pain was receding minutely, and he started to regain feeling in his legs as well. 

When the darkness moved away again, he poked his healed pelvis to see the now smooth bone, no cracks to be seen. He touched it again, this time feeling for any traces of the damage that rendered him immobile what felt like hours ago. There were slight indents in the bone, but it was hardly noticeable. 

He looked up. The star wasn’t back. He could still feel the presence though, so he knew they hadn’t left. 

He felt around himself, settling his hands on the ground and pushing his body towards the general direction of the darkness. He grunted as he collided with them closer than he thought. So they didn’t move away. He wrapped his arm around the cold darkness, still struggling to support his weight again. 

The coolness that was supporting his back earlier came back to wrap around his entire body, righting him up, “Oh, wait, wait there, I just sealed all of your cracks, but that doesn’t mean your body is correctly and fully healed. Usually intensive full body injuries require a lot of maintenance and time to heal due to the nature of magic flow needing to heal so much damage in the first place. Food is usually the better option, since the amount of healing within a condensed item is much more potent, but I unfortunately don’t have any on me. You shouldn’t be moving so quickly after that, especially considering your magic deficiency. Healing magic doesn’t give you any magic, it merely speeds up a being’s magic to heal any wounds, but the fact that you were able to regain mobility so quickly must mean that your SOUL was just trying to preserve itself and survive with the little amount of energy it had left to sustain a conscious. It must be incredibly tiring to have healed all your cracks like that. I did have to support some of your healing by supplying a bit of my own magic, since your injuries were just so much to handle, but I do think that getting some proper magic back into your system will be so much better and can aid in making your bones heal better and not so brittle. I should probably… ”

He blinked at the voice continuing to hum their strange little words but the darkness supporting his weakening body was a comfort he didn’t realize he needed. His body ached in a tired manner, probably because like the voice said, he didn’t have much magic to sustain himself, and could feel himself drifting a bit. 

He was very grateful for the aid. He lightly tested his voice with a hum to see if he could speak, delight filling his chest as he found out he could. “Thank you,” He whispered. He doesn’t know if the voice heard him or not as he closed his sockets and lost consciousness.

[thesmokinpossum]

while i'm complaining  about men, I just got told in a slightly passive-aggressive tone by a man i've known for less than 5 months that "clearly, validating people's feelings is not my strongest suit" because I told him as kindly as I could that while he can call me when he's having panic attack, there's no real guarantee that i'm gonna be available and even less guarantee that i'm gonna be able to comfort him in whatever way in need, especially if he need any type of physical comfort and I'm just sitting there like...You know what my dude, if that's gonna make you get over your annoying ass desire to hug me then feel free to assume that i'm actually even meaner than that, imagine me as the world biggest bitch all you want, i'm fine with it

[cantofworms]

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