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joesalw · 4 months

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Ok, that's gonna be long one.

One jet is around $50 million. She has two. And now she had the ig tracking account taken down claiming that's an invasion of privacy. Very interesting considering the account existed for a few years and she didn't have any problems with it and now suddenly she gets called out for abusing the environment it's become invasive. The lady is shady. And the fact that her answer about not going to therapy is 'i feel very sane'. Oof. She's republican raised for sure. Those people think that any mental health issue equals clinical insanity and if you're seeing a therapist there must be something wrong with you.

She's jumping from one relationship to another and doesn't even know who she is. She just molds into whatever her man wants or what looks best for the image. She doesn't know how to exist on her own. For someone who presents herself as a 'girlboss' she sure doesn't have a sense of self-worth and always has to have a man next to her. No matter how bigoted he may be. She's not getting any younger so she's getting desperate and that's probably why she's unleashing on Joe. If she wants a kid, she doesn't have much time left so she latches on to every man throwing themselves at her in hopes of a happily ever after. It doesn't work like that. Fix yourself first then move on to look for someone to build a life and future with. There's no way any sane grown man would want a self-sabotaging, fight-picking, obsessive overgrown teenager with no sense of boundaries to even marry let alone have a child with. She doesn't know where her public life ends and private one begins.

I'm sure Joe saw all of that and dipped. It's not good to bring a child in that environment. And if they'd ever had one, she'd go on with her life and he'd be a house husband. I've never seen TS as maternal, nurturing or even mature enough to have a child because she seems not to have the capacity to take care of herself. In 2016 Joe was the one who took care of her and 'saved her'. It wasn't her own doing. And when he left, she started spiraling again. She portrayed herself as a mature grown woman in her 2020 albums and that turned out to be a farce. She's still that same insecure 16 year-old but richer, more influential and famous. Her recent interviews are a solid proof of that.

Her music is also nothing special. Some generic pop with repetitive and recycled melodies. She's not a vocalist, not a dancer, doesn't have a superb instrument skill, there's barely any emotion in every song she sings. Her lyrical topics are the same and don't hold any though provoking themes. She uses nonsensical metaphors and uncommonly used words to make her lyrics look better and herself seem smarter. It doesn't change the point of the song though. Argumentative antithetical dream girl is just a glamorous way of saying manic. Machiavellian is a way of saying manipulative, being morally indifferent and self-serving, lacking empathy. Sure does sound nice, huh? "I'm only cryptic and Machiavellian (manipulative, selfish, deceptive, cunning. call it whatever you want) 'cause I care". Machiavellianism in psychology is described as one of the traits in the Dark triad model. Right along narcissism and psychopathy. Mastermind is masterminding out in the open and no one bats an eye. The psychologists that named the trait after Niccolo Machiavelli said that one of the core features is lack of concern for conventional morality (they aren't concerned about the morality of lying and cheating). If you're into psychology Richard Christie and Florence L. Geis (the ones that named the trait) have a book "Studies in Machiavellianism" which is a pretty good and insightful read.

(just my assumption) I'm sure Joe dropped that word on her and she was like 'ooh, sounds nice and Machiavelli was like very political, a bit controversial and cool and people refer to him a lot, I'll definitely be using that in a song'. lmao. little did she know. I think she thought he meant it in a political sense and not a psychological one. Which are totally different things. And I'm sure he was like 'lol, she thought'.

There're a ton of celebrities bringing her up on talk-shows as well. At least once a week there's a bit on some show about a certain celeb's interaction with her. As someone who enjoys learning english trough media that's quite disturbing. I see her everywhere, TV shows, news articles, social media outlets. She's becoming inescapable. And that makes me wonder about the proportion of celebrities and journalists who genuinely like her and the ones who bring her up to get more attention. God forbid you say anything negative about her. Her Karen army will immediately send death threats your way, make fun of every aspect of your life or even dox you. And with her silence she's enabling this behaviour because she's a self-proclaimed Machiavellian (whether she chose a psychological meaning for the song or not) and doesn't care what her minions do as long as she doesn't get called out for it.

She only allows non-critical journalists to interview her. I mean, what kind of self-suck is that? An interview should be a form of discussion and not an ass kissing session. Any negative article about her will have your whole outlet blacklisted from interacting with her and her team. She needs to be in full control of the narrative all the damn time because she knows that once she lets go of the rein all of the skeletons in her closet will fall out on their own.

She's digging her own grave and I'm here for it. Last time she could make Kim and Kanye the villains and this time she'll have no one to blame but herself. Her narcissistic flat ass would make Tree the scapegoat if there's no one else she could point her finger to. It's always someone else's fault but hers. A chronic victim of this cruel patriarchal world.

I have studied psychology briefly and have learned about the dark triad and machiavellianism. What's surprising to me is that high mach people can gain advantage in the short run but ultimately lose their power in the long run because people start seeing through their surface level acting, which is what we're seeing through her behaviour right now. She acts to be an activist only when it benefits her. But swifties have so much obsession with her that even if they find it disturbing, they will try to justify it. Also idk how Taylor flexes about her machiavellianism, like to me that's not something to be proud of, the ends do not justify the means when you hurt so many people in the process. The fact that she's accepting she's cunning, manipulative, deceptive and lies to get things according to her own interest tells a lot about who she is as a person! no wonder why Joe didn’t want to marry her. Her machiavellianism trait only benefitted her in the short run

#anti taylor swift #joe alwyn #swifties dni

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tara-the-star · 2 days

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why is evermore (the song) by tsc so Jean coded

I meant ts it autocorrected 😭😭

ill be honest with you anon, evermore has always been a skip for me and i can barely understand what she's trying to say with this song, much less analyze it in the context of a character BUT let's give this a shot.

in no particular order, just whichever lyrics struck me first

Hey, December Guess I'm feeling unmoored

oh yes jean is 100% unmoored after eau. also the 'guess' can be taken as jean trying to identify emotions from the jumbled mess that the nest has him feeling post-tkm

Can't remember What I used to fight for

this doesn't even need an explanation, 'My name is Jean Moreau. My place is at Evermore. I belong to the Moriyamas.' is all we need, he has completely given up hope and has accepted that he was destined to face this pain

I rewind thе tape, but all it does is pause On thе very moment all was lost

this could be interpreted as jean trying to think of his time before the nest, back at marseille. the first scene where jean tries to remember elodie, he cannot go through with it purely because his memories are tainted with his parents' abuse and him being sold to the moriyamas. so the tape pauses on the moment all was lost.

Sending signals To be double-crossed

i cannot not think of kevjean in this. jean sending signals that he would do anything for kevin, and kevin nailing their coffins by using french in front of riko (i.e., double crossing him)

Writing letters Addressed to the fire

OKAY THIS it could symbolise holding on to something, knowing it is futile since it isn't there anymore, so riko, castle evermore, hell even marseille (i say marseille because there's a lot of 'burning the house down' talk regarding jean's family)

And I was catchin' my breath Starin' out an open window, catchin' my death And I couldn't be sure I had a feeling so peculiar That this pain would be for Evermore

THIS SCREAMS THE SCENES IN TSC WHERE HE'S STARING OUT THE BAY WINDOW MELANCHOLICALLY

And when I was shipwrecked I thought of you In the cracks of light I dreamed of you

mmm jeanee definitely. like he texted her in his last moments (at that time at least he thought those were his last) and 'in the cracks of light' (renee was described as the first bright thing to have caught jean's eyes) so yeah she definitely was a crack of light in jean's daily doom and gloom

okay yeah that's all i could think of, i'd love to know your thoughts on it too anon!

#sorry for the long post #but i kinda love analyzing gay stickball boys #or bi in this case wtv #anon <3 #asks #tsc spoilers #jean yves moreau #jean moreau #nora sakavic #the sunshine court #aftg #kevin day #kevjean

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stories-and-chaos · 16 days

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Tarnished pt 23

[Helluva Boss AU where Blitzø’s childhood theft from Stolas’ palace is discovered and major consequences ensue for everyone involved.]

[Part 23/?? Word Count: 1857]

[CW: Drug abuse, addiction, gaslighting]

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Two weeks later, Blitzo sent another letter. It was thinner than the first. Barb gave it the same treatment, ‘RETURN TO SENDER’. The next one was even thinner, probably just one page in the envelope.

After she had that one sent back, he started sending postcards. Mostly they were generic landscape images from across the Rings. But not being in an envelope meant she saw snippets of the text on the blank side. Barb let Fizz know that Blitzo was sending mail, but never the content.

She didn’t mean to read any of them, but checking the address meant seeing what was written. There was a theme of ‘sorry, please talk to me, let me explain, I’m sorry, text, call, so sorry,’ in his scribbled handwriting. Knowing their dad’s account of events, her brother’s repeated requests for forgiveness just infuriated Barb.

She saw there were a few that mentioned her and their mom. Blitzo was asking if Fizz knew where they were. You’d know if you’d stuck around, traitor, she thought bitterly as she sent the postcards to be shredded.

The frequent reminders of Blitzo’s existence kept her off balance. And Fizzarolli was spending more time in Lust. He kept denying any emotional attachment to Asmodeus but Barb saw the difference in how he talked about the Sin. His absence left her somewhat at loose ends in her downtime.

The other survivors from their circus had scattered; few wanted to stay in Greed with all the established gangs and corruption. Barb, not wanting to be alone constantly, found other demons that shared her interests. One of those interests being drug use was incidental.

After seven months, the postcards arrived less frequently. Barb didn’t really notice; she had access to stronger stuff and was getting fucked up on a regular basis. Fizz was paying her enough that she could afford it… for now. But as the next pageant got closer, she started missing more days.

At first it didn’t matter too much. Her friend was off being Ozzie’s boy toy. The PR team was finally filtering the mail somewhat. And just before the pageant, Blitzo sent a card saying, ‘I’ll leave you alone Fizz. You know where to find me. I’m sorry.’ That was one less stressor; Barb celebrated with a weekend long bender.

She managed to be clean for a few days before and after the clown pageant. She was able to function as Fizz’s security the whole time. Once again, he won. Once again, Mammon immediately signed him on with a year long contract.

This year though, the king of Greed had some things to talk about concerning Fizzarolli’s assistant. Whisking him behind closed doors for the rigamarole of the contract was the perfect moment to plant seeds of doubt about Barb in his mind.

“Y’know Fizzy, that assistant o’ yours…I know she’s your friend but she’s been slacking big time,” he said as they signed and initialed pages. “I’d hate for someone from your past to take advantage of you, yah?” Mammon had a look of intense concern as he finished his portion of the contract.

“I-I’ll talk to her, Mammon sir.” Fizz was already worried about Barb. He knew she’d gotten hooked on painkillers after the fire. She’d been sober for years but he could see the signs popping up. And if Mammon noticed, things were getting worse.

“Good boy Fizzy! ‘Cause we’re gonna be real busy again and we don’t need c**ts coasting off your success.”

The day after the pageant saw Fizz in Lust again, working with Ozzie on updating the Fizzies. Asmodeus took him out for lunch again. He’d told Mammon before the contest that he’d need the whole day with the winner for their work, preventing his fellow Sin from interrupting anything.

After lunch, Ozzie sprung an offer on Fizz. “I’d like you to work at my lounge club, Froggie. Get you some experience outside the Greed Ring and away from all those creeps.”

Fizz waved a dismissive hand. “Psh, I’ve always had creeps around, it’s not that big a deal. Besides, Barb’s got my back.”

“Yeeeeeeaaaah, about that,” Asmodeus said slowly.

“Oh not you too Oz! Mammon was just bitching to me last night about her!”

“Hey, I’m just saying…she’s having a bad time lately. I’m not gonna pry, but if even Mam has picked up on it? Your girl needs help.” Ozzie cupped Fizz’s cheek. “Look, I know she’s important to you. You’re basically family right?” Fizz nodded. “So I want to help. And moving you both out of Greed is a good way to start.”

Fizz sighed. “Yeah, she’s never really liked it there anyway. I can’t make her do anything though.”

“You know me babe; I ain’t about forcing anyone. Unless she’s in deep shit, too deep to handle or putting herself in danger? you gotta let her make her choices.” He leaned back in their private booth. “I’m serious about working at my lounge though. You’d make a great M.C. Fizzy-frog.”

Fizz agreed to perform at Ozzie’s, with the frequent scheduling starting in a few weeks. He had prior commitments with Mammon to take care of first. Doing nightly shows at the lounge would mean moving to Lust.

Before that, he wanted to talk with Barb. The first chance he got was almost a week later, after they were done at Mammon’s for the day. Fizz had to steal himself to talk to his friend so he went to her apartment after hyping himself up via a phone call with Asmodeus.

Barb, meanwhile, had taken a hit of her current drug of choice as soon as she got home. It was the first big high she’d had in the past two weeks. When Fizz showed up at her door unannounced, she could feel the drugs hitting her system. Although he looked serious and she was trying to focus on what he said, the chemical filter in her veins meant she really only caught a few words. Kind of like those snippets of Blitzo’s postcards.

“Barb, I know you’ve got a problem. You’ve been using drugs again, I can tell. We need to get you help, but we can’t do it here. Asmodeus offered me a gig, I’ll need to move to Lust. Please, come with me. I can’t stand seeing you destroy yourself. We’ll get away from all this shit in Greed. Get you some fucking help.”

Barb tried to string together what he was saying. What truly stuck with her was he was moving. Leaving for Lust and Asmodeus. Away from her. She growled angrily. “Urrrgh! Fine, go fuck off with your royal sugar daddy! I don’t need you!” She pushed him away from her. Her intoxication meant she didn’t have much control of her strength. Her push knocked him against the wall; if he hadn’t hit it with his prosthetic arm, it would have left bruises.

She stomped to the door and yanked it open. “Get the fuck out Fizz. The other imp looked stricken so she pushed him again. This one sent him into the hallway. Barb slammed the door shut, locked it and put the chain on. He had a spare key, but even his extendable arms would struggle with the chain. She pressed her back against the door and slid down it as Fizz knocked desperately. He kept saying her name but she didn’t respond. She just curled up, silent and crying.

Eventually, he was gone. Her sense of time was completely distorted. Maybe it had been an hour, maybe just a couple minutes. She just wanted to forget about everything again. Fortunately, past Barb had picked up a baggie full of little friends from her dealer that were very good at helping her forget.

A few days later, she’d come down enough to realize she had to go work. That many pill-shaped friends weren’t cheap. But when she got to Mammon’s main offices, her keycard didn’t work. Barb tried multiple times, flipping the card in different directions but she continued to get error sounds. She was ready to punch the scanner when the door opened smoothly.

The shark demon that stepped out towered over Barb. “What do you want?” No politeness, just blunt demanding attitude.

“I want to get to work. Why isn’t my keycard working?” She waved the offending piece of plastic in front of the shark’s snout.

His concentric ringed eyes focused on the card, reading her name. “Barb Buckzo. Yeah, your position’s been…terminated.” He gave her a leering grin and flicked the card. His claw hit with enough force to send it spinning out of her hand and down the street.

“The fuck d’you mean, ‘terminated’? I’m Fizz’s assistant and bodyguard!”

“Not no more. You haven’t been here for a week. Mr. Fizzarolii and Lord Mammon don’t need some lazy ass coasting on her buddy’s success.” He straightened up to his full height. The shark crossed his arms and continued to match her glaring look. “So you’re out, shoulda got a termination letter in yer mail.”

Her jaw dropped. Those assholes! “I wanna talk to Fizz. Right now!” She tried to push past the beefy shark, but he outweighed her and Fizz combined.

“Mr. Fizzarolli is busy. Lord Mammon is free for the next ten minutes if you wanna talk to him.” Barb growled, a rumbling hiss coming from her chest. “Thought so.” The shark went back inside and the door slid shut behind him.

Barb stood there, chest heaving. She had mostly come down from her high and there was no drugged filter between her and her emotions. After a few minutes of glaring at the locked doors, she started hurling nearby rocks at the building. Her aim was still good from all those years in the circus. But those doors were designed to withstand bullets; a valid concern with all the turf wars likely to pop up in this Ring.

All the rocks in Hell wouldn’t do much to the structure. Barb didn’t care; if anything it made her madder. She kept hurling the same rocks over and over, screaming obscenities all the while. Until she threw one that ricocheted back, hitting her directly on her circus brand and knocking her on her butt.

She sat there, dazed. The pain on her forehead belatedly hit and she rubbed the spot to find ichor welling from the scratch. “Fine. FINE, YOU HEAR ME! YOU CAN GO FUCK YOURSELVES! HAVE FUN BEING A PAMPERED WHORE FIZZ! YOU’RE JUST LIKE THAT TRAITOR BLITZO!” Barb turned away, rubbing her upper arms with both hands as she tried to keep the anger in the forefront. She flipped of the building as she walked home.

Not that the studio apartment would be home much longer. She was behind on rent and her landlord was ready to kick her out. Checking her mail, she found the termination letter; included was her severance check. Not enough to back pay everything. But enough to find somewhere else. Something cheaper and closer to the drug dens she was visiting more often.

Within two days, she was gone, ghosting everyone in her life.

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jalwyn21 · 2 months

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She wants to punish him for daring to exist without her, after her.

I think that's the thing that really turned me off of Taylor completely. It's one thing for her to sing about bad relationships (even if she doesn't hold herself accountable) but to actively want to punish someone that she once claimed to love and has done nothing to even defend himself and someone she knows doesn't have the power and influence she does is actually sickening. And it's obvious that the power imbalance is what's motivating her to keep doing this because she actually did tell fans to stop harassing John Mayer (even if it was vague, people knew what she meant) when he spoke out. Same with Calvin Harris. As soon as he struck out against her, she stopped talking about him. And even Tom Hiddleston because not only does he have a massive fanbase, she knows she really doesn't have a leg to stand on with that one. The only other person that has had the same type of backlash is Jake Gyllenhaal and even then, he has a large fandom and he made it clear he's not having it. Idk, maybe she really does feel burned by Joe but I have a very hard time believing she didn't play a major role in their breakup. If it really was a case of two people simply growing apart then that takes two. And if there was emotional abuse or manipulation happening then well we know from Taylor's own music who the one doing that was. Revenge is one thing but to me, if someone is willing to cross major lines (like exploiting someone's trauma) for the sake of revenge then at that point that person no longer deserves sympathy

This, but I'll just add something.. I despise the "she is singing about her feelings and her story" narrative. 🙄

She’s not only singing about her own feelings and her own story! It's also the story of the man she dated and she is now writing about. It's her narrative, her side of the story. But then her narrative becomes fact, and that is not right! 🤔

Imagine a billionaire singer unilaterally deciding how to tell what is also your story to the entire world. Her side of it, anyway.... I would feel sick, honestly. Was ts singing about Joe's anxiety and his cascade ocean wave blues just her story to tell? 🙄

Let this sink in..

#joe alwyn #free joe alwyn #joealwyn #jalwyn #nonnie #q&a #anti taylor swift #shit swifties say #toxic swifties #parasocial behavior #toxic taylor swift

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gregoftom · 6 months

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First time watcher again and yeah, I am seeing a lot of comments on tomgreg as I mark an episode as watched on TV Time. A lot of people say that Tom doesnt actually love Greg, he just projects onto him the cycle of abuse he gets from Shiv. And honestly? It might be, but its even more tasteful if yeah its starts out like that, Tom nor Greg have romantic feelings for each other at first -- its that complexy of emotions and layers that is their relationship -- but over time it truly starts to shift between something romantic. And how ironic is it that in this scenario Tom fall first? Tom realizing that amidst the depth of layers of their relationship he didnt clock that he was unconciously falling in love, genuinely falling in love with the one person he could rely on in the middle of the chaos that being in the Roy family brings. And on Greg's end too, Greg who asked Tom so many times to save his ass and sees Tom as someone that would protect him from a lot of corporate crap slowly realizing that he also cares for Tom in a way he... didnt really notice before that he does.

I guess I am trying to say is that the interpretation that Tomgreg arent in love at all and their relationship is a mirror to the cycle of abuse on the show could still be valid, but isnt it beautiful and more spicy that it starts out this way only for Tom and Greg down the road realize they subconsiously love each other? I also think that with all the relationships in the show theirs is the more bonded and truthful, even if they are chaotic.

hiiii! first of all i’m very happy to hear you’re engaging with the show and tg so thoughtfully! that’s epic. second of all i do like your ideas and how you feel about it! but if you wanna hear my thoughts?

cupids arrow for tom. first sight. obsessed and crazy about greg as soon as he saw him. he couldn’t take his eyes off of him. greg i think at least liked tom in the beginning [possibly even was interested in him beyond that, point of interest, greg was originally intended to be written to be gay] and it evolved and grew as the show went on. as for realising how they felt i think that’s quite a complex thing and depends on how you view them, and we have to throw denial into the mix, and how we as individuals feel abt each character. some hc both of them to have one sexuality, the others another, first of all. some people might say greg is repressed, others might say not at all. it’s all a personal view! but it’s great no matter what as you say, it’s very interesting!

as for “tg only exist as a mirror to ts” or whatever, i find that so fucking boring. not only that, it is incorrect. first of all, the costume department purposefully dressed tom and greg to match for their outfits, whereas with tom and shiv, they made them mismatching, to show us tom’s true partner, i believe was the phrase used. if tom and greg exist only to exactly be a foil to tom and shiv, then why is that the case? that’s just one example. as for projecting onto greg like. i’m not gonna say that there is zero correlation between tom, shiv and greg because. obviously there is. but it is not 1:1. it is never 1:1 on succ. greg is tom’s “other woman”. he is the side piece. that is not even subtext in some cases, it is plain text. they at the very least, were having an emotional affair. people who say there is no real love between them at all… rewatch and pay attention this time. half of toms actions would not make sense if he didn’t truly care for greg. their relationship does not only exist to provide a foil for tom and shiv, if that was the case, why did they both win at the end? why were they the only ones who did? why is their relationship, as you say, one of a firmer bond than every other in the show? when you get to the end you’ll see they’re still standing which is more than can be said for literally any relationship in the show.

to say that there is nothing to it other than tom projecting is not only less interesting, it’s also untrue.

#tomgreg

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agnesmontague · 1 year

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I'm sending you this ask now on the caleb maupin thing because I WILL forget to ask you later but I'm curious about your playlist <3

oh god right. thank you i forgot about this. come one, come all, to hear the ballad of caleb maupin.

quick summary: caleb maupin is a disgraced former(?) cult leader and former journalist for Russia Times who touted himself as a huge figure in the american communist sphere. for a few years he led a group of young (i cannot stress enough; these were 19-24 y/os, all younger than himself) tankie-ass communists where they repeated extremely wack talking points that often were complete undisguised antisemitism, transphobia, and outright sexually conservative bullshit all under the name of "materialism" or whatever the fuck. he also published several books containing these ideas, priced at ridiculous numbers (one of them hewed close to $1k) so that no one outside his circle could actually read them and call him out on his takes; more on this later.

in november 2022 his victims within this cult masquerading as a communist center published a medium post calling him out for abuse of various natures, including emotional, financial, and sexual. these accusations are made extremely credible by the inclusion of actual screenshots of phone conversations with maupin, which got the post taken down from medium as this goes against their policies. a link to the archived version will be below.

anyway, onto the videos:

Fake Materialism for Real Transphobes by Thought Slime - this is how i learned about CM for the first time. TS goes after CM for platforming a known terf and gormlessly nodding along as she spouts the usual transphobic nonsense. this will kick off a feud between the two that is largely one-sided on CM's part, who develops the biggest hate-boner for what he calls "the CIA-funded breadtube left".

Abandoning counter-revolutionary SLIME and adopting Maupin-thought! by Thought Slime - TS's response video to an absolutely shitheaded response from CM to the first video above.

Thought Slime takes a bite out of Maupin's Way (Borgar Kang will never die) by The Serfs - TS along with her friend The Serfs do a reaction stream to CM's reaction video. just a fun chill time exposing CM and how deeply shallow and poor his class analysis is.

Caleb Maupin has DESTROYED us, we must now resign. Featuring The Serfs by Thought Slime - TS and The Serfs respond once again to this now very funny feud that seems to have sprouted, debunking CM's points.

The War Crime Liker Convention- Cringe Corner ft. Sophie from Mars by Thought Slime - TS and her friend Sophie from Mars watch the event archive from CM's political club conference. one of my favorite videos from this entire affair bc it shows just how uncharismatic and yet influential CM has managed to become among this group of similar-minded, and i hate to say this, fools.

Reading Caleb Maupin's "Satan At The Fountainhead" with Thoughtslime, We're In Hell & That Jess by Sophie from Mars - a group of friends read the CM book that i mentioned above, which was priced at $900 so that no one else would buy and read it. why would he do this? well, if watching the entire 3-hour video is daunting for you (though i recommend it highly; the three friends reading it are hilarious), PLEASE jump to 2:04:02 and just watch that part. in the words of sophie: "he FUCKING said it!!!!!! he fucking said..... IT!!!!!"

Conspiracy on the Left by Sophie from Mars - not directly related to CM for its entirety, but this is a very good video essay about how the left is just as prone to conspiracy-laced thinking and manipulation as right-wingers or QAnoners. she also mentions CM towards the end as a case study.

Caleb Maupin’s Former Comrades Speak Out, His Abuses Must Stop! - the medium post by CM's victims exposing him.

Caleb Maupin exposed for abuses and cult manipulation tactics by Sophie from Mars - this is the stream where sophie reads through and reacts to the medium article above.

Pinko & Mildred watch Caleb Maupin addressing the allegations by Sophie from Mars - after scrubbing his entire twitter and social media presences, CM makes a comeback video. it is, in two words, fucking incredible. TS and sophie (here seen in her clown persona, "pinko", which she adopts to bring levity to patently absurd situations like this one) watch through and react to it; it's one of the funniest videos ive ever seen on this topic tbh.

if you scroll through the related videos or run a search, you'll also find gems from The Serfs about CM and more videos from Sophie reading through CM's books; i haven't included them in this list as they're less directly relevant to CM's run as a cult leader, but they're all very fun imo and good to have on in the background when you're doing chores or working. it's a wild ride, generally. merry rubbernecking to you all

#caleb maupin #fandom wank #though it's not actually fandom wank at all; it's more like political wank #but it scans with the stupidity and non-severity of fandom wank excluding the very real abuse allegations #rambles

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jewishbarbies · 1 year

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After the album release, I need to say....

I DON'T CARE! I DON'T CARE!

Sorry for screaming but all my mutals are swiftness and like.

"give me my girlhood back it was mine first" on paper, pretty heart breaking, but they way she sings it is... mmmmhhhhh no. personally, if people really wanted lyrics that hit you in the gut, mitski is right there (unless they did smth bad, then idk what to tell people)

but im so tired of people crying about the emotion when she always is just singing all salty about a boy. like, "she wears short skirts I wear t-shirts she's cheer capitan and I'm on the bleachers" mam', as a band kid, disrespectfully, you were the annoying ass choir kid that would "practice" everywhere and talk shit about everyone. she could never survive band camp.

she's always loves to play the victim and get her "revenge" baby girl (derogatory) your "I'm the problem" reminds me of mother gothel saying "So I'm the bad guy?" like, she can never actually regret a break up, it's always "uwu I was hurt <3" MISS YOU ARE A GROWN ASS ADULT. CAN YOU JUST ADMIT YOU DIDNT CLICK WITH SOMEONE? SAYING IT DIDNT WORK OUT OSNT SAYING YOU ARE THE PROBLEM (EVEN THOUGH YOU PROBABLY ARE)

I'm so sorry but I'm just the shut up about xx meme rn

“she could never survive band camp” that’s so mean say it again

never apologize, I’m always up for some ts slander on main. her biggest problem with her last 3 albums (midnights, evermore, folklore) is that she’s being wordy and “poetic” but it doesn’t pace right with the music and ends up sounding choppy and out of place, or just straight up cringe. she’s always pronounced words too sharply/oddly and it detracts from the song as a whole. plus she’s stuck in falsetto on every song and she’s just breathing/whispering the words that don’t fit. that’s a big part of what makes it mediocre - performative artistry she doesn’t follow through on. she’s surrounded by yes men and no one is going to tell her ur sucks so she’s just gonna keep doing it.

also the mother gothel point - so many people called her out for the abuser rhetoric of look what you made me do, and she and her deluded stans completely ignored the valid criticism. she’s constantly singing these “revenge anthems” that just sound like an abuser clapping back at the victim that got away and tried to call them out. it’s so uncomfortable.

#Asks #anonymoose #anti taylor swift #swifties dni

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eternal-armin · 1 year

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dr. johann averies.

after eddie's death, his best friend is barely scraping through the days. steve comforts him during a day drive. reader: male. warnings: mentions of marijuana, very slight mentions of homophobia & abuse, grief, mentions of suicidal ideation, general angst (with comfort because i'm a softie).

y'know, you've faced a whole lot of bullshit in your life. living in a small town in 1980s indiana was already about as shitty as you could get, but you were a small gay kid living in a small town in 1980s indiana. apparently, shitty lives could go into the negatives in ratings. great for you, huh? it was all you could think about for a while. how you were gonna survive and not be forced into the cadaver dance of social suicide. loud music helped. smoking did, too, to an extent.

but that coping skill, as negative as it already was, dragged you into a living hell you were totally done with. every joint plunged you into bittersweet, painful memories of the person you used to smoke with all the time.

you didn't even have the energy to be scared, you were just tired. and of course, to wrap it all up in a pretty little bow, your best friend died and you couldn't even mourn him properly. you'd become the 1980s equivalent to hypodermic sally, constantly crying with a cigarette in your fingers, thinking only about all the bad shit in the past, stuck in the same cycle that you would always be stuck in with no hope to get out of it. you may only project a few emotions, but all of them were pretty clear, especially to steve. a very unlikely and very strong bond had formed between you two a while back, one which practically made you into conjoined twins. before, when you had been stressed, you used to ask him to go for a drive.

now was no different. but it had been months since the last time you'd ever even spoken. it was the middle of a stale day somewhere between summer and fall, where the wind stood utterly still and your small world was stifled under the heat of the sun. you stared off into space through the windshield, looking at the world pass by but not actually seeing it. he kept glancing to you, and he was obviously worried. he couldn't really remember the last time that he'd seen you without a cigarette in your lips.

then again, it's not like you left your house very often, if at all, so of course he wouldn't see you. and he definitely couldn't blame you for shutting the world out, even if he didn't think it was healthy. steve had formed a callous toward a lot of it. but you didn't have that opportunity. you'd lost everything in this fight, and you didn't even have much to begin with. it was dreadfully unsurprising.

steve eventually found a nice place to pull over, some shade overlooking a decent view. you barely seemed to notice that the car had stopped. you were so fearfully closed off now. you hadn't ever really been open, per se, but now your shell was completely closed. his worry had grown with every day—there wasn't a day, an hour that went by where he didn't think i wonder if he's okay right now. he tried calling many times, but it was like he could see through the receiver, see you terrified to answer the phone because there was nothing scarier than answering questions. your call felt like an olive branch. maybe you could finally talk. steve at least had to try. he couldn't lose you.

"can i talk to you? if—uh, if you wanna talk." steve was expecting no response at all.

but you nodded, hearing him through the music playing from your walkman. you took off the headphones. and after the quietest sniffle, you spoke. your voice was hoarse from underuse and dehydration. "i don't think i'll last much longer if i don't talk to someone." it was a joke, so it seemed. but it wasn't very funny.

"i'm—i know it's pretty obvious. but i'm really worried about you. you were never really a social butterfly, but... i haven't seen you. all summer, you've just been, like, missing in action. and i totally get it. i really do. shit like this, though? 'ts never gonna go away if you don't do the hard shit and talk through it. and i'm your friend. so i will keep annoying you about this until i know you're okay." steve found himself worrying about every word. he cleared his throat. any wrongly-placed movement could scare you off. your attention was delicate, and your feelings even more so.

you looked down, glancing at your knees. you'd become small. the jeans that used to fit you well were now too big. "i just don't want to risk losing anything else." you held your hand out the window and flicked the spare ash off of the cigarette. "i-i really, really don't think i can go through any more shit. i'd rather just die from stress than live here anymore, honestly."

eddie had meant a whole lot to you. that was obvious.

steve was the only person you had talked to in probably months. that was also obvious. so, right now, your entire world was sitting beside you. the universe was dark aside from him.

"i know it's horrible. i know it's—it's painful. and i hate to be the bearer of bad news, but that'll never change, you just... grow around it. learn to live with it." it was a very depressing reality, but it was the only one you had. the only one you shared. "you're strong, [y/n]. i mean, of course you are. you've gone through so much and you're still standing! i don't think i've ever met someone that could go through all that you have and still come out the other side."

steve wasn't entirely stupid. he knew that it wasn't just the upside down that was haunting you. he knew how your family treated you, how the town treated you, and now, how you were treating yourself. you were fragile. eddie had tried to protect you at every turn because of that, because you lacked the ability and the determination to protect yourself. and because he was trying to protect you, you lost him.

steve couldn't imagine that pain. but he could sympathize with it.

"i'm barely keeping my head up, steve." you were very quiet. you took a drag, sighing it out. even that was very shaky. "i don't think i'm that strong, i—i-i really think you're overestimating me, steve."

"i really think i'm underestimating you, [y/n]. and maybe i'm biased because you're, like, my favorite person, but i am fully convinced that you are unbreakable." you couldn't believe that anyone would think of you as their favorite person. but here steve was, looking you in the eye even if you wouldn't look back, with a little smile that told you that not a word was false. everything he was saying was completely and totally true.

you couldn't look at him for very long. not when he was looking at you like that. but suddenly you didn't want to look away, either. you wanted to put out the cigarette and sit with him and do nothing else. you didn't want to cry anymore. but you were scared of how it would feel to do anything else, because if you tried and you fell, you would never get back up again.

"i don't feel unbreakable."

"you don't need to feel the sun to know its shining." that was oddly poetic for steve harrington. for a second, you wondered if he was possessed. maybe by will. what a terrifying portrait that was.

a few more seconds passed; steve staring, unblinking, at you, while you kept staring straight forward, because that was safer than seeing the expression he had. "i don't... i think the world would be worse. without you in it."

"we haven't spoken for weeks, steve, i'm barely in it anymore."

"but i haven't stopped thinking about you." and not a bone in your body felt a lie. "as—as a matter of fact, actually, no one has. robin asks me, like, every day whether i've heard from you. i've had to convince dustin not to surprise visit you—multiple times i've had to do that because it would probably not be a good idea. and i've had to convince el to not check on you in that... i dunno what it's called. whatever, void or something. 'cause that would still invade your privacy." you could see him moving a bit out of the corner of your eye, occasionally raising his hand off the steering wheel, crossing his arms, then leaning forward a bit off his seat. just trying to see you. "everyone is worried about you. everybody cares about you. you mean the f—you mean the damn world. to everyone. not just to me. and i know that doesn't really make it easier. or less painful. but... i hope that, uhm, you don't feel as lonely. loneliness makes this kind of stuff way worse."

you wanted to cry again. and these tears were not from pain or grief or fear, because, for the first time in a long time, they seemed very far away—but you wanted to cry because you felt seen and understood and be reassured that you weren't alone in this. you felt almost guilty, though, to have been so blind to what was so clear. you were not the only one mourning eddie. you'd been deepening the pain that everyone else was feeling.

"thank you, steve. i-i don't... i don't say it enough. thank you."

for the first time in months, you looked at him, and he saw your eyes. they were just as beautiful as they were when he first met you. the smile he had was bright and proud. much to your temporary confusion, he got out of the car and came over to your side, pulling open the passenger door and enveloping you in a tight hug.

you thought that you would hate physical affection, that it would worsen your state of mind.

turns out, though, you were absolutely starved for affection. almost tragically so. you were hesitant to hug him back because you were scared the hug would end.

"damn, i'm glad to have you back," steve mumbled against your hair. it felt horrible that he had lost you at all, and that you'd allowed that to happen. but he spoke with nothing but love and glee, and his hug said the same. "i'm gonna call you every day from now on. alright? just to check in. and if you don't respond, i'm calling hopper." he could just barely hear your muffled chuckle.

"... okay. but, uh, don't be annoyed if i call you at two in the morning for a drive."

"jeez, i'd welcome it. life is pure static now. and why exactly would i complain about seeing you? i don't—i really don't see the negative in that." it was so strange for him to be so happy and cheerful after only just reconnecting with you. maybe it was a testament to how much he cared about you. was it sad that he cared about you more than you cared about you? or was that normal?

steve just started moving away when he hesitated. because you were still holding him so tight.

"i-is it okay if we, uhm, stay like this for a little?" you were so quiet when you asked, so quiet. how could you ever think he'd say no to that proposition? preposterous.

"i will gladly hug you for as long as you want. but how about i make it a little bit more comfortable?" simply knowing this wasn't the end brought you great relief. and you definitely didn't want him getting an injured back just because you were greedy for affection. with the car turned off, you left your walkman and your headphones on the seat, sitting on the dirt ground with him, overlooking the beautiful scenery.

steve had his arms around you, and you were leaning against him. for the first time in months, your heart had a reason to beat, your mind longed to rejoin the world, and your body felt comfortable. fear and anxiety could wait, if steve's presence wasn't already keeping them at bay. and you were close to happy.

happy.

#stranger things 4 #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things #stranger things x y/n #stranger things fluff #st x reader #steve harrington x male reader #steve harrington #steve x reader #harrington

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ereborne · 10 months

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Hi 👋 for the book ask: 7 & 8?

7: What book do you love but usually not recommend because it's weird or intense, etc?

This is a really fun question to answer (aren't you OP?? thank you for this ask game!) because it's kind of context-dependent, I think. For instance, I recommend Rescues & the Rhyssa by TS Porter to folks on tumblr all the time, because the world-building is incredible and the main characters have such a wonderful dynamic and the plot and pacing hold it all so well--but I never recommended it to my former boss even though she asked for sci-fi romance titles, because some of the sexual elements were more than I thought she could take in stride. Somewhat similarly, a friend enjoyed Nora Roberts' relatively recent Nightwork and asked me what other Nora Roberts books she should check out, but I can't recommend my top favorites right away, because they're actually part of the In Death series NR writes under her JD Robb pseudonym. There are threats of violence in Nightwork, and the protagonist is a gifted cat burglar so there are plenty of criminal elements, but the In Death series is more like a mystery/suspense series with romantic side-plots, so I'm gonna throw some romantic-suspense softballs at my friend before I wallop her with In Death's major trauma-assault-murder themes.

On a more general note, though, I keep thinking of The 5th Gender by Gail Carriger. It's a good book, and I do enjoy it and think other people would too, but I could never in good conscience recommend it as an example of the genre it seems to be marketed for. The book blurb lists it as "a cozy sci-fi mystery" and refers to Gail Carriger as a romantic comedy author, and it's true that the protagonist is absolutely adorable, and his antics with his love interest are definitely sweet and funny! But also the mystery in question unfolds into a truly heart-wrenching depiction of societal pressure and reproductive abuse. I reread it when I want to experience a speedrun of the full emotional spectrum, definitely not when I want to enjoy a cute cozy sci-fi romance. Reading it for the first time was like when my brother put scotch bonnet in my mango smoothie. It was good! But it would've been better if I'd been braced for it, and I wouldn't do it to people I like without warning them first.

8: What series has most pleased you?

Also a very fun question! My overall favorite series is the Toby Daye books by Seanan McGuire, my favorite for narrative arc and satisfying conclusion is the Kate Daniels series by Ilona Andrews, and those In Death books are perfect for grabbing one to reread at random any time there's a lull, but for sheer giddy joy of reading, I'm gonna say The Pride series and its accompanying Honey-Badger Chronicles by Shelly Laurenston. The Mane Event, The Mane Squeeze, Big Bad Beast, Bear Meets Girl, Wolf With Benefits, Bite Me, Hot and Badgered, Badger to the Bone, Breaking Badger--literally just the titles make me so happy. I can't wait until Born to Be Badger comes out in the fall.

#asks #thank you so much for this!!

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tutuandscoot · 1 year

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So I watched Moulin Rogue (the movie) for the first time last night and among many other thoughts I just want to say how beautifully Scott captured the essence of Christian and his love for Satine..

It’s always difficult to take a movie or a ballet and squish it down into a 4min skating program and make it make sense for everyone- whether they are familiar with the source material or not.

Baz Lurmann himself is on record saying how wonderful and inspiring their interpretation of his characters and story were so that says A LOT about them as performers and artists and actors as well as their choreographers, costumers etc..

But I was just so drawn to Christian and all I could see in Ewan McGregor was that same aching, overwhelming love for Satine Scott has for Tessa when they perform it. The initial falling in love, the jealousy Scott acts so beautifully by delicately bridging Christian’s internal, emotional jealousy with the duke’s anger and abusive jealousy, then finally the utter devastation when she dies.

In the movie when they sing Come What May and they are right in each other’s faces pouring their hearts out, screaming at each other almost, that’s the exact same feeling you get from TS when they skate so close together with their foreheads pressed against each other’s and they are nearly on the verge of tears wanting desperately to be one (not just in MR for that matter).

I’ve said it before but it can’t ever be said enough: TS are just on another planet in terms of their performance and emotion and chemistry- both in and out of character. Their sport did not require this level of depth from them as performers- if it did the judging system would reflect it and they would out score everyone 3times over. It’s also just what the general public couldn’t grasp in them that when they skate it is not their real life. They are actors, they are artists. They just don’t perform in a setting where the difference between story and real life can be understood like say in a movie or on a stage. But the ice rink was their film set, their stage, and they got to tell these beautiful stories together and have these other worldly experiences, then go home and be themselves and love and adore each other in a very different way that is no less special than what people assumed based on an exquisite acting performance- I will protest forever that is it even more special.

While it makes me and so many others cringe to think about what they have been put through and what has been said about them, the way they acknowledge it-at least publicly, that people believing them means they have done their job well, well that at least to me means they have done it better than any actor ever has because people refused to believe these two weren’t actually in love. THAT is how good they were, and not to belabour the point, but NO ONE will ever be as good as them.

#the greatest ice dance team the world has ever seen #not to leave T out of this #because her portrayal of Satine is exquisite #she too disappears into her characters #I’m just always so drawn to male performs #esp those who perform so vulnerably #and given they are #but they also kinda aren’t ‘trained’ actors #scott is just such a beautiful performer it makes me very emotional #and that he did all this for Tessa and because he loved doing this with her is just very precious #fd: moulin rouge

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void-botanist · 1 year

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About me

For easy reference, here's my tag navigation.

It's about time for a new writeblr intro to go with my new WIP intro!

name // NavarenWizard (you can call me NW)

pronouns // he/they

age // mid 20s

occupation // grad student, gay husband

background // neurodivergent american genderqueer trans guy

interests // writing, drawing (traditional and digital), anime, webcomics, video games, web design

main blog // @an-elegant-void -- I follow from this blog!

writeblr // @navarenwizard

format of my intro // shamelessly borrowed from @pens-swords-stuff (whose writeblr you should also go check out)

About my writeblr

name // NavarenWizard (@navarenwizard)

age // ~1 year

focus // diversity and worldbuilding -- I reblog from various blogs that discuss representation in media and how writers/artists can do better. You'll also find some writing memes and art/art tutorials here too.

audience // this blog is open to anyone, but be aware that some of what I reblog is going to be about queerphobia, racism, ableism, fatphobia, etc., with the goal of helping myself and other creators do better.

asks // I can personally talk about:

NaNoWriMo events

WikiWriMo

Scrivener

queer representation (although of course I can't speak for every queer person)

design of writeblrs/writers' websites

Please also reach out to me if you have any accessibility issues with my blog!

About my writing

genres // queer, fantasy, sci-fi, slice-of-life, romance, erotic romance (my writing is generally solarpunk-adjacent)

themes // sustainable living, recovering from emotional trauma, happy queer lives and families, healthy relationships and communication

formats // original novels, occasionally poetry or short stories

experience // seventeenish years of writing, a couple years of being serious about writing well (i.e. with structure, planning, representation, and awareness of harmful tropes)

goals // self publishing my novels eventually, when they're complete and edited

Active WIPs

The Fourth Android

genre // queer, fantasy, sci-fi, slice-of-life

tag // #tfa

super quick synopsis // A human-built android integrates into an island community to gain his citizenship and visit the world's other three androids, unexpectedly becoming an astronaut along the way.

status // about to write a third (and greatly improved) version for NaNoWriMo 2022

Inactive/Simmering WIPs

Tales of Tobar Si

genre // queer, fantasy, romance

tag // #ts (there's nothing there though; apparently I never posted an intro)

super quick synopsis // An aos si man escapes from his abusive family on Earth and returns to his Faeryland home, where he begins to heal and tries to find a way to confess his love to his best friend.

status // partially drafted for NaNoWriMo 2020, simmering

Triad

genre // queer, fantasy, erotic romance

tag // #triad

super quick synopsis // An ex-princess and her husband accidentally fall in love with a trans guy farmer and have to figure out their own happily ever after.

status // partially drafted for Camp NaNo July 2021 and NaNoWriMo 2021, simmering

#writeblr introduction #writeblr intro #writeblr #writing #wip #wizardly things #had to edit again because actually sports and slice-of-life animes are also great

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