#get off the fucking internet and try saying that shit to someones face you absolute losers

[kajiimotojiiro]

I wish every tumblr celebrity who would name drop people and not take responsibility for the brigade against their victim as well as any rancid cunt who on or off anon would send someone suicide bait and rape threats would have the same kind of December I've been having.

#this is just a general im tired of tumblr celebs being asses to people and then acting like oh i cant control my fowwowers sowwy #you could not name drop moron #and if you have ever gone into someones ask box or made a fucking burner account to send someone death threats or rape threats #or any other nasty message meant to hurt? #get off the fucking internet and try saying that shit to someones face you absolute losers #hiding behind anon like the absolute cowards you are

[prismatic-bell]

So @hejeksbs saw that post about fandom olds freaking out about IWTV stuff being posted on the AO3, and said they’re new to fandom and fandom culture and don’t understand. So congrats, Hejek, you’re one of today’s lucky 10,000. This is going to be a basic primer, but I encourage others to chime in with details. (Also, thanks for reminding me I need an Interview exhibit in the museum. I had that written down somewhere.)

So if you go back to the 1990s and early 2000s—the pre-AO3 digital years—you’re going to see an official disclaimer on just about every fic. These basically said “I don’t own anything here, please don’t sue me.” Some were quoted elaborate.

These started because of Anne Rice.

See, Anne Rice was, how can I say this nicely…an asshole? The day she died there were literally people posting crab rave and “Ding Dong, The Witch Is Dead” from The Wizard of Oz on Tumblr. Because before Harry Potter fanfiction was pretty frowned upon and you might get a C&D if you didn’t keep your head down properly, but Anne Rice.

ANNE RICE.

Anne Rice literally recruited her “loyal fans” to harass people who made fanworks. At least one person was doxxed to her workplace by rabid Ricers, and at the time fanfiction was taboo enough you could absolutely get fired for that. I was eleven and friends with someone who was 13 who’d just read Interview and drew this wonky I-am-a-kid-who-can’t-really-draw-yet-but-I-loved-this-SO-MUCH piece of fanart of Louis and Lestat, and she literally dipped off the internet because she got an extremely nasty “I’m suing you” threat from Rice. (Are you out there, Mercury000? It’s me, sailorsharon0722.)

Anne Rice did everything in her power to ensure there was no IWTV fandom at all. I’ve heard from people older than me that she used to host a “vampire’s ball” every year in New Orleans for her “loyal fans” but if you showed up and she felt your costume outshone her own, she’d make you leave. People didn’t dare so much as put “Lestat” and “fanfiction” in the same sentence.

And then, irony of ironies, when her reputation got so bad she was struggling to sell books, she…became a Christian and started writing Bible fanfiction to sell.

Yeah.

Over the years there were claims she’d changed her mind about fanfiction, but nobody ever had evidence to back this up. I even saw a dude on Quora claiming to be a close friend of hers saying we were all lying, and he got absolutely ratioed by fans going “I still have my C&D letter, you wanna fucking try again?”

Incidentally, I would like to point out that her attitude wasn’t uniform. It’s easy to say “that’s just how it was,” but Neil Gaiman has been around since the 1980s and has always appreciated fanfiction. Stephen King’s approach is “please tell me, to my face, that me explicitly writing about Cthulhu isn’t fanfiction” and otherwise pretty lassez-faire (he has no interest in knowing you’re writing fanfiction of his stuff, he just genuinely doesn’t care), and his first book was published in the early 1970s. Gene Roddenberry, creator of Star Trek, actually accepted submissions of fanfiction scripts DURING THE SHOW’S ORIGINAL RUN, at least according to popular lore. (@dduane, can you check me on this?) Mercedes Lackey—who’s 1980s-and-1990s fantasy royalty—has been asked on Quora about why she “changed her mind about fanfiction” and her response was “I never changed my mind, I just had to talk my publisher into accepting it. I’ve always been okay with it but I had to say no because of my contract.” Sure, Diana Galbaldon was out there comparing fanfiction to rape(????), but even among those who disapproved of fanfiction, Rice’s attitude and actions were extreme. And they persisted into the 2000s, too, with her egging on fans who harassed and sent death threats to a YouTube reviewer who didn’t like one of her books.

AO3 changed ALL of that.

AO3 said “here is our well-researched legal claim that fanfiction is legal, and if someone gives you shit about works you have posted on our website, our lawyers will represent you. You can post safely here. It’s okay. We got your back.”

Even so, the fear about Anne Rice continued. And can you blame people? This woman’s name held the same power in fannish conversations as “Voldemort.” (A moniker by which I’ve actually heard her called.) She all but destroyed the old guard, on purpose.

….and then a new generation of fans happened. A new generation that didn’t remember life before AO3, had never known anyone who literally had to move house to get away from Rice’s minions’ threats and harassment. I know we use “nature is healing” as a joke on this website, but really truly, that’s what happened here. She left charred tree trunks and bushes that were old-school fans and from their ashes tiny little 2010s-fans seedlings began to grow.

The thousand-odd fics you saw in those screenshots (which I feel I should clarify are from before the new show came out—a show that must have her turning in her grave, because she was absolutely adamant that all her vampires were STRAIGHT and if you thought otherwise you were DISGUSTING, and I hope she spins so hard her corpse combusts) are absolutely shocking to us older fans because it’s like staggering out of a nuclear wasteland and spotting a little garden with signs saying “free nuclear-illness medical services” and realizing it’s real. What the fuck, what the fuck, but also, holy shit y’all we’re so proud of you. YES. Keep going. Don’t let the witch get you down.

EDIT: I’ve been informed by someone in the notes that IT ACTUALLY GETS WORSE:

I’m not going to transcribe the whole thing because I’m on mobile and most of it is just bog-standard post notes, but what’s relevant is @theoriginalvelocipastor saying “OP forgot the part where she [Anne Rice] would take ideas from fanfiction.”

Like holy motherFUCKER this woman’s hypocrisy.

[tinystepsforward]

i've still been keeping tabs on what's happening at automattic. a couple of things i've observed:

toni schneider (who is a man btw), the interim ceo, has been quite open with staff in ways that mean they generally seem relieved to have him leading the company for now. i've heard people speak optimistically about him from all parts of the spectrum (by which i mean: staff who are trans tumblr users right through to staff who are "anti-woke" or whatever and were absolutely intolerable to work with as a trans person), which seems like... a good sign? maybe.

this relative transparency includes things like weekly updates from an executive level, as well as openly saying that he did have to directly speak to matt and encourage him to, you know, stop posting.

matt is back to his usual milquetoast blogging, and replied to someone on mastodon about the AI issue saying he'd comment on it when he's back in may, so whatever toni said to him seems to have worked for him keeping out of it for now.

people have no idea what it's gonna look like when matt's back.

the best case scenario is that schneider manages to create a significant enough boost in morale and productivity that "it'd be nice if we just kept him" becomes a sentiment that isn't held just by the rank and file. i don't know how likely that is, but there's a sense of cautious hope and of making the most of this reprieve from matt's increasingly erratic decisions no matter what.

the tumblr staff statement was approved by schneider and hr, so i am also hopeful they won't face repercussions. what they said might seem pretty mild from the outside, or carefully worded, but it's pretty clear to me and to most people who've worked at companies like this that it's a pretty bold one.

i'll quote a friend:

keep reminding the more histrionic elements out there that: 1. there really are trans people, INCLUDING TRANS WOMEN, in the fight here. 2. we don't have nearly the power they seem to think we do. 3. we're fighting anyway. was the statement we wrote enough? fuck no. does it fix everything? fuck no. but we literally called out the CEO, and got the greenlight for it from the interim CEO. i don't know where this will end, but that's not nothing.

i'm not sure automattic deserves the immense honor of having this many of its brave, dedicated trans staff put effort into trying to make it better. but it has them, and it would be wise to do its best to keep them. so many of us — even me, even now — believe in the ideals that drew us to the work automattic does, and hope that it can return to them. we will see!

other things i want to say:

the wellbeing of my friends on staff is my priority. i am interested primarily in their safety, and won't pressure them to give me goss. the ways i've spoken publicly are already pretty scary to people who might worry about retaliation against them just for being known to be my friend.

this is a regular personal blog. i'll keep updating if there's shit to update about, but i also don't work at automattic any more (thank fuck, again), have a life, and am not interested in declaring matt my specific nemesis or otherwise acting purely out of spite.

some of youse really deeply do not understand companies, the internet, generative ai, or pretty much anything else i've said. that's okay — big tech in particular is fucked up on purpose bc it benefits those in power to have it be incomprehensible! but maybe it's not a great position from which to get mad at me specifically or at staff for idk not personally assassinating matt.

got tired of blocking transphobes so i've turned anons off. i'll probably flick them back on eventually.

#tony muses #tumblr meta #<- just for my blog's tag search

[quintessencewrites]

Quintessence Writes

essence 23 pansexual Welcome, Lovelies <3!

This blog is full of original stories, random reposts, and mindless thoughts. I write about what I like. Fanfic is a creative outlet for me that I enjoy beyond words and I don't see myself stopping anytime soon.

Feel free to stay a while, get comfortable, talk to me, and become one of my loves

Rules: I do write smut, so this blog is 18+ ONLY!!! MINORS, DNI!!!!

I write about characters, not real people. For example, I will write for Shuri and Jamie, but not Letitia Wright herself. I'm just not comfortable with it.

I admittedly mostly write for Shuri and Riri, unless otherwise stated, but I will absolutely write for someone else if you guys have any suggestions.

I AM A BLACK WOMAN WHO LOVES BLACK WOMEN (and they/thems, she hers/, he/his, I don't care really)... I write for POC readers, unless otherwise stated.

I do take requests and try my best to respond to them in a timely manner, HOWEVER, I am a nursing student with a full-time job. With that being said, just bear with me, your requested story is coming.

I WILL NOT WRITE ABOUT DISTURBING TOPICS, for example, (TW!!), incest, domestic violence, sexual assault, etc.

There is no hate on my little side of the internet, so be nice and just enjoy so everyone can have fun

ShuRiri x OC (Sade Davis) Series

*REWRITE IN PROGRESS*

Put Me in My Place Riri Williams x OC (Sade Davis)

I feel my body tense, realizing I’m in the arms of my biggest competition throughout high school. I try to pull away, but Riri holds me tighter. “Please,” she starts. “Don’t go.”

You Up? Riri Williams x OC (Sade Davis)

“I told you to take it off. I’ll buy you a new one.”

Sorry For Breaking Your Hearts Riri Williams x OC (Sade Davis)

“No, no, please! My girlfriend, I-I haven’t seen her all day, I haven’t heard from her. I think something’s wrong.”

Two is Plenty, Three’s a Crowd ShuRiri x OC (Sade Davis)

“Sade, it is nice to meet you finally,” came the voice again, and at this point, the speaker was back on the table.

Somehow, I found my voice. “Pr-Princess Shuri.”

Ally? Ally. ShuRiri x OC (Sade Davis)

I face her and evenly reply “You drowned, huh?” Riri’s face flushes and she stammers, struggling to gather her words.

My Love, My Fury ShuRiri x OC (Sade Davis)

“What’s it say,” I ask. Shuri’s smile grows genuine and she responds, “Sade, sithandwa Sam. Sade, my love in my country’s alphabet.”

Breathe ShuRiri x OC (Sade Davis)

"It's like deja vu, isn't it baby?" Riri questions giddily, arms thrown around my neck.

Vanish-Giveon

Vanish ShuRiri x reader

"Nisale kakuhle zinkosi zenu (Goodbye, your majesties.)” You bow and exit, leaving the Queens in their despair. 

Vanish pt. 2 ShuRiri x reader

“Aneka, you will lead this mission.

General,” the word comes off her tongue like a tease, knowing she’s driving a spear through Okoye’s heart. “Fall back.”

Yes, Daddy

Y-yes, Daddy stud!ShuRiri x black!fem!reader

“I’m daddy,” Shuri growls and you sink into her body, melting at her vernacular. “Understand, baby?”

You make the mistake of nodding first, catching yourself quickly. “Yes,” you correct. 

“Yes, what?”

“Y-yes, daddy.”

Y-yes, Daddy pt. 2 stud!ShuRiri x black!fem!reader

Hmm, Shuri hums. “You look so damn good walking away, y/n, but that don’t mean I like it when you walk away from me. You wanna explain that shit?”

Escapism Shuri x Riri Shuri brought her hand up between their too-close bodies, tapping at Riri’s chin, then her cheeks. “Alright, alright. You’ve proven yourself. Breathe before you pass out.”

Y-yes, Daddy pt. 3 stud!ShuRiri x black!fem!reader

Her eyes sent the message that her lips didn’t; they couldn’t, too busy being bitten to the flesh between Riri’s perfect rows of teeth, the gold on her lower set mirroring the gold around her neck.

Jordan Peele’s Nope.-Emerald Haywood

What’s Up, Doc? Emerald Haywood x reader

"You see a therapist?" OJ asks. "I fuck one," Emerald responds dismissively. 

Desire

Desire Pt. 1 Shuri x Stripper!reader

"Ladies and Gents, we got a treat for yall tonight! So much cake, it'll make you want to lick the icing first."

"Please help me in welcoming Desire to the stage!"

Desire Pt. 2 Shuri x Stripper!reader

“Ndiyakunqwenela.”

“I desire you.”

“Kudala ndikurhalela.”

“I-I’ve been craving you"

SOS-SZA

Nobody Gets Me Riri Williams x fwb!reader

How am I supposed to tell ya?

I don't wanna see you with anyone but me

Nobody gets me like you

Happy Valentine's Day

Riri's Love Letter Riri x black!fem!reader

Do you remember what I said to you?

I know you remember that corny ass pickup line. 

“Do you have a name, or can I call you mine?”

Little Panther

Little Panther Shuri x black!fem!reader

And collect my son I do, adorning his little fluffy figure in kisses. "None for me?" Shuri pouts, eyes begging.

"Uh, uh. You told me to collect my son, not my girl."

Brain-Break

Brain-Break ShuRiri x Wakandan!fem!reader

“No, my Queen. If you will not indulge my idea for a moment to give you peace, then you will, at the very least, not work in such silence that you stress yourself anymore. Understood?”

Riri stifles a giggle at your words, sending Shuri to return to her work obediently, grumbling under her breath as she did. “-going to speak to me like that in my own lab.”

She Loves Me-Valkyrie

She Loves Me Shuri x reader; Valkyrie x reader

She loves me. Even though whenever I say it, she doesn't say it back.

Heavy is The Head-Queen Ramonda Heavy is the Head Queen Ramonda x Wakandan!reader

The nonchalant shrug makes a return. "She said I'm not a doll."

Your hands raked through her tight curls, expertly. "You're my doll."

Save Her

Save Her ShuRiri x Wakandan!reader

“Griot,” she started slowly. “Who is piloting Fighter 009?”

“Y/n, Your Majesty.”

Finally

Finally ShuRiri x black!fem!reader

“Remember that promise I made you?”

Riri nods, hands running through Shuri’s curls, lips tucked between her teeth in excitement. 

“I’m ready to act on it.”

My Princess

My Princess Shuri x black!fem!plus size!reader

“You heard her,” she started to the stunned girl on the other end. “So we good on whatever shit you was trying to offer her. It ain’t nothing compared to what I got.”

King-Queen Ramonda

King Queen! Ramonda x King!reader

“Your Highness-” “King. Do not be afraid to say it.”

I'm IronHeart

I'm IronHeart college student! Riri x college student!fem!black! reader

“You gon stop fucking up my pretty face-”  “You only like it when its pretty?” A smile broke across both your faces, her shiny rows of perfectly white teeth winking at you from between the prettiest brown lips you’d ever seen. “It’s always pretty,” you ran your fingers down her cheeks once more.

Mama Shuri

Unyana Mama!Shuri x Mommy!reader

"Shuri, put your child to bed," you exclaim, bouncing down the stairs.

"Huh?"

Man-Man

Man-Man drug dealer!ShuRiri x black!fem!single mom!reader

“Hey, baby,” your soft voice cooed. You had his undivided attention and his wide eyes followed the index finger of your free hand as you gestured to the girls standing above him.

Pernicious

Pernicious toxic!Shuri x reader; OC x reader

“Nah, baby, just getting a taste.  “Fuck y-” “I told you, you can’t do this shit better than me.”

Lil Hobie- Hobie Brown

Lil Hobie atsv Hobie x thick!black!fem!reader

“God dammit, Hobie!” “‘Hobie dammit, Hobie’ is kinda a redundant statement, love, don’t ya-”

#riri x reader #shuri x reader #black panther #riri x oc #shuri x oc #shuriri #smut #black panther smut #blackpanther2 #blackpantherwakandaforever #blackgirlmagic #letitia wright #dominique thorne #original character #riri williams x reader #letitia wright shuri #original story #queen shuri #riri #riri x shuri #riri williams smut #shuri #princess shuri #nope movie #nope film #emerald fic #emeraldhaywoodfic #emerald haywood #emerald #18+

[existslikepristin]

Okay, so I had someone send me an ask last night and now I've been thinking about it all day. It wasn't anonymous, which I appreciate, but I'm not responding to it directly for because

I reached out already to say I'd do some editing, and I've let them know the rest of what I'm about to rant on below, but I want to make sure at least a few more people see this

I flip flop around on how to say this shit all the time. Like, do I say that everyone's a good writer in their own special way? Do I say that you don't need likes and reblogs for validation? I don't fucking know what to say except for maybe one more thing that I'll reiterate until the day I die with various embellishments that will fade in and out

You. Yes you, the person who's reading this who is also a writer/aspiring writer. Come closer. We share a bond, you and I, so really get in physically close

Art can't be contained, you scrunge

If you don't think whatever you're creating is art, go to a damn museum. Or do a virtual tour. Or google the phrase "modern art". It doesn't matter. You're going to see some shit in there that, I would hope, makes you think the artist was a dipwad

I'm ranting more than I thought I would. Here's a keep reading line

You know who fucking sucks at art? Pablo Picasso.

Look at this absolute pile of bullshit, then look me in the eye, and tell me this isn't the colorized manifestation of an elementary school dropout's Wattpad account

"But ELP, Picasso demonstrated actual working knowledge of anatomy. This is just his AbstRACt sTyLe"

SHUT UP. Nobody asked you, Barbara

Picasso, Piet Mondrian, Andy Warhol. Their artworks are money laundering schemes. Their fame doesn't come from their talent. It comes from obscenely rich people trading blood diamond money for crisp, clean, still-fake money by claiming that poor people "don't get it"

And yet, despite popular opinions being developed because of ridiculous sums of money being pegged up these guys' assholes, artists today still find meaning in their works, tunneling straight through their cognitive dissonance to tell themselves that, no, I actually enjoy staring at blocks of washed out color until my retinas have burnt in just the right spots that I can see an actual human face because an art teacher once told me that these pictures got the most likes on the pre-internet Tumblr

Does that mean people don't actually like this art? Am I trying to tell you you shouldn't like this art? Maybe, but then you'd be obligated to remind me that Churchgirleum Yawjinius is a disgusting assault on your imagination and yet has as many likes as Definitely Real Medicine, which you wouldn't believe was actually written with all the earnestness my void of a chest cavity could muster

Take it from someone who willingly threw away the opportunity for automatic dozens of reblogs and hundreds of likes per post by telling people to fuck themselves (and still gets a bunch for some reason):

The validation is cool, but it's not worth it

The validation does not define what is good or not

What is good or not doesn't even matter

You're not going to make money off this shit

Someone who is genuinely terrible is going to get more validation than you, and is going to flaunt it in your face, and their writing is still somehow going to mean something to way too many people, and it doesn't matter because their soul is just as unfulfilled by the validation as yours is unfulfilled by the lack of it

What is fulfilling is doing something because you can

You are your only source of real validation, no matter what fuzzy dopamines you get from the vapid click of a like button

Oh, and if you do get the validation of Tumblr notes, that doesn't mean your work is shit or you don't deserve love or whatever. Accept it graciously because it's definitely not uncool that people like your shit, but recognize that it's not going to cure your depression

Art is art. We can look at Roman columns and marvel at how their art built modern civilization (though the Romans can fuck themselves IMO (oh wait they literally did haha)), but did it really? Art makes otherwise brutalist architecture tolerable, but the curly Qs at the bases and tops of columns isn't what kept the coliseum from collapsing on thousands of people watching live murder

If you have a story that has overstayed its welcome in your head and needs to be on paper or on a screen, then write the fucking story. Nobody actually cares about the qUaLiTy of your spelling or grammar. They care about being given permission to think about Karina's tits. Do you think their opinion matters?! I mean, they may have great contributions to make on their own, and they should have voting rights, and it's chill if they have something nice to say to you, but the point is that they're already thinking about Karina's tits regardless of your writing. They're just your thralls to manipulate into thinking about Karina's tits in the way that you, the all-powerful artist, want them to think about Karina's tits. If they try to tell you "Karina's tits would have tan lines" then write a whole fic about how Karina is a nudist and has a perfectly even tan, and who's going to argue about it? The idiot who wrote a pedantic comment? No! It's YOU. THE ALL-FUCKING-POWERFUL ARTIST WHO ACTUALLY MADE SOMETHING TO PROVE YOUR POINT WHETHER OR NOT IT IS CORRECT

If you're an artist, then fucking act like one. Embrace the chaos inherent in creativity. Maybe gentleman is vampire. The poison contains joy. We exist in these devastating, beautiful worlds of contradiction in which we hate people and how lonely we are, we crave kindness and embody violence, and we beg the universe to give us direction despite knowing full well that we're going to zigzag between paths. Maybe you relate. Maybe you don't. THAT'S THE POINT. You're not right. I'm not right. We both write (wow, bars)

I keep saying that everyone should just write, and it's not because I think everyone is secretly a good writer. It's because someone out there needs permission to write after being told their entire lives that their value lies in A, or they're not good if B by all the non-artists in who genuinely don't understand why someone needs to make something impractical to begin the infinitely long road to completion

The dumb fucks who don't understand want to contain you because it's in their nature to desire order. They like to come up with metrics to categorize what counts as art and what doesn't so they can change the rules on you. Chaos always wins though

So WRITE. The world doesn't need your artistry. YOU DO. If you write a bunch of shit and people like it but you quit anyway or nobody likes it and you quit, then idk. Maybe you weren't an artist in the first place, which is perfectly fine, or maybe you're giving your corporate overlords too much control over your mind. If you're an artist, you'll burn with the need to create, no matter how much you create. If you feel that, keep writing

[thotpuppy]

If you’re so vehemently against ai fanart what’s your take on fanmade graphics and edits that use stolen pictures from the internet? These fans didn’t go out with their camera to capture the images themselves, they searched through Pinterest and google and found photos taken by real photographers and, without asking permission, stole these images to edit and create into something else. Yet this practice is widely accepted amongst fandom, but the second ai is involved it’s akin to murder? Even when the fans have clearly uploaded said ai generations into photoshop to edit them first? Seems like a pick-and-choose double standard to me.

Okay first of all, let's address the fact that - going by the language you've used here - you've already decided how I feel about it, so why bother the pretense of "asking"? Dishonesty breeds Discontent. Don't lie to someone's face and expect them to be kind, yeah?

Secondly, almost every single person I know who works with image manipulation uses assets they DO have the rights to outside of specific actor's likenesses. There are millions of photos, graphics, illustrations, paintings, etc. that are open for free personal AND commercial use allllll over the internet and people use them liberally. And, actually, many, MANY of these people DO go out and take their own photographs, so I don't know where your misconception is coming from.

And, the big kicker - they also don't lie about it. They say when something is an edited photo, if it's not obvious.

Stolen images being used in edits is NOT widely accepted and is in fact generally pretty damn frowned upon in most art circles, and I absolutely don't support use of them.

Every single instance of fanart is a rocky road as far as IP infringement goes, but don't put fanartists on the same level as the industry professionals providing celebrity model photos. Unlike in AI and Art Theft, when those photos are used that's bringing attention to the figure in question, not taking it away from an actual creator.

Lastly, where the FUCK do you get off saying ANYONE is comparing AI use to murder? Persecution complex much? I get it, you wanna be a victim so bad, but you're the one stealing from people at YOUR industry level.

AI in general has a metric fuckton of potential to be something genuinely useful to artists of all walks, but the CURRENT industry is too unethically sourced. We need to get control of the market, get stolen works (including, once again, STOLEN LEAKED MEDICAL RECORDS) out of the training data, even if that means starting over from scratch.

Also, we need to get the bullies who think it's okay to do shit like spam a Machine Learning program with a single artist's work to harass them offline, target voice actors who have asked not to have their voices used into harassment campaigns, or lie to celebrities by selling them commercial rights to ML-generated fanart, which right now, they legally CAN'T DO. Because the copyrightable legitimacy of AI/ML works IS currently in debate in courts in the US. So.

Maybe instead of assuming everyone is out to get you, Anon, try not being a douchebag and stealing from fellow fanartists? And if you're gonna steal anyways, at least be honest and don't lie to people trying to convince them it's actually a digital illustration.

We can see the weird, fake blending. We can see the extra fingers, or utensils clipping through plates, or hands disappearing into heads, or shoes that don't end where shoes end. And while I'm not going out of my way to confront anyone about it, I'll just stay here on my own blog, blocking people who post AI, I am not the only person who is angry and disgusted at the lack of integrity and blatant disrespect.

#sterek #doughrito answers #tag your AI so I can block you #don't lie to me and expect me to be chill #and don't act like me making 1 tumblr post means I am the only one doing shit #I haven't messaged a single person about it #I haven't made a single comment #but you bet your ass I fuckin see it when y'all say shit and I KNOW you're lying #it's not a medical necessity you can fucking WAIT like everybody else with a moral bone in their body #im so fucking tired of this shit just be a decent human why is that so hard

[cryptid-artha]

This needs to be said

Cancel culture is wrong. End of.

Picking out reasons to hate a person and put them down, is wrong. There are no ifs, ands, or buts about it. Tearing someone down over you not liking something, no matter how justified you think you are, is absolutely and completely wrong.

"But this person did this problematic thing therefore they are a bad person!" Yes, they did. They did something you deem problematic. But they are a human being. There is nuance. There are ALWAYS more sides to a story. There are always nuances, and reasons. And cancelling that person is not going to make anything better. This world is not black and white. There are numerous lies that go around online. People love to focus on the negative, and the news, articles, and others will home in on the negative. They will even lie to get those precious views, clicks, and money. Even major news outlets, so you can’t even trust the news! And, in all reality, you can’t even trust a lot of people because when you decide something is bad and start picking it apart, other people are going to be influenced to see this as worse than it is. And before you know it, somebody who made a mistake is being ripped apart by a dreadful mob mentality tearing apart all the improvement they have done. 

I saw it happen, years ago, here on Tumblr. There was somebody who used to be an abusive person. They were manipulative, attention seeking, and generally treated people like shit. They wanted what they wanted, and guilt tripped and the whole nine yards. They realized what they were doing wrong, so they took a hiatus off the internet, worked with therapy, and went through some massive self improvement, and then they came back. They were doing well! They made friends! Their mental health was better. 

But then, somebody brought up their past. And they got harassed so badly that… rumor has it? They committed suicide. Now, I don’t know if they actually did, but I do remember they were contemplating and feeling like they shouldn’t even be alive and these hateful people were actively encouraging them to do it and telling them they were a worthless abuser and would always be a worthless abuser.  Making it worse and bringing up every bad thing they ever did. And yeah! They dropped off the face of the internet. And I have never, ever seen them again. Now, I am not saying that you shouldn't warn people if somebody is actually unsafe. Like if they are a known abuser, or a pedophile, or there's something else they have done that risks harming real people in the present.

This needs to be handled with care. You absolutely can warn folks about their actions, to keep people safe, without adding in extra stuff just to get people as angry with them as humanly possible. Warn other folks about the harm they have done and could do, but do NOT turn around and pick every single thing about them apart. 

Don't go digging into their past and bringing up stuff that has absolutely nothing to do with what you are warning folks about. This should be done with great care, only taking the most recent proof of actual, real harm. 

It is tempting to let emotion take hold. It is tempting to try to make everybody else think you are so good and virtuous for taking that villain down like some comic book super hero, a mighty warrior behind a screen, tapping away at a keyboard. 

But, really, is tearing down another human being really something to be proud of? What if what you are accusing them of isn’t true? What if the sources are wrong? What if you are getting the wrong person? What if they’ve learned and grown and become a better person?  What if you are only seeing part of the story? Try to think of how you would feel if you fucked up in the past. Say, for example, you were an abuser. You manipulated people, hurt people. Maybe you were a bully.  But, over life, you have learned that those actions are wrong. You apologized, did what you could to make it right, then removed yourself from the people you hurt. You grew and learned, you became a better person. You found new friends, using what you learned from your mistakes to keep them and be kind to them this time. You still struggle with shame over what you did, but you are proud of the progress. You are proud of the growth you have gone through, and you are doing your best to continue to learn and grow. Now. Imagine it is years later. You've healed and become healthy and happy, treating people the way they should be treated. Maybe sometimes those old habits come up, but you always push them back down. You apologize when you mess up, and make an effort to learn from your mistakes. It’s slow going, but you’ve come to learn that growth is a slow process. A seed does not become a mighty oak tree overnight.

... And somebody digs up your past because of something or other you did that they deemed problematic. Maybe it was something you did wrong. Maybe you messed up. It wasn't intentional, but what’s done is done, and all you can do is try to avoid that mistake again. Maybe you didn't realize what you did until it was pointed out. Old habits die hard, after all. And no matter how hard you try, sometimes you will slip back. Healing and learning and growing is a slow process. People make mistakes, humans are humans! We are complicated creatures, after all.

But none of that matters. More and more of your past, every little mistake, every little thing folks deem "Questionable" is dragged out and paraded in front of others. All of the past you have worked so hard to grow and learn from is shoved back in your face, a dark shadow you can never escape. The shame, the pain, all of that effort feels like it was for nothing. You become nothing more than the mistakes you made in the past. Maybe those shitty things you did in the past were part of a cycle. Maybe it was learned behavior. Maybe you didn't know it was wrong at the time. That doesn’t change what happened, it doesn’t unhurt the people who were hurt, but you can learn from it and become a better person.

Or, maybe, you didn’t even do anything that bad, or didn't do the thing you are being accused of at all, or it was blown out of proportion with more lies than truth through the grapevine. Or really important details were cut out that make the story sound so much worse than it really is. 

Nobody cares about the real story. Nobody cares about your side. Nobody cares about everything you’ve done to move past it, how hard you’ve tried, how much you’ve grown. All they care about is every single bad thing you have ever done in your life, and any other reason they can find to hate you.

It sure does hurt, doesn’t it? Yeah, there are people who are legitimately bad people. People who really have done bad things, or are still doing bad things. People who hurt others. People who don’t care, don’t learn, don’t grow. 

But that does not give you the right to tear them down. Because when you tear them down, they don’t even get the chance to actually pick up, learn, and better themselves.

What it all boils down to is that we are all human. We are all confused and confusing furless apes living in an indifferent world making mistakes and screwing up and learning and just trying to make it in life.

Tearing other human beings down does not make you a hero. It does not make you virtuous. It does not make you rise above anybody else. It is cruel, needless, and actively makes things worse. 

By all means, make sure folks are informed if somebody is dangerous, but otherwise? Just let it be. Let them live. Let them learn. Avoid them yourself, maybe warn friends about them if you see friends potentially being harmed, but that’s it. Just block and move on.

DON’T attack their livelihood. Don’t attack their friends and family. Don’t attack them. Let them be. Even if that means letting them be somewhere other than near you. 

Every single human being alive on this planet has fucked up. Often times, they have fucked up MAJORLY. Sometimes they have done things that hurt other people. Sometimes they have made a string of terrible decisions that ended up leading to a tragic end. But… they’re still human.

What this all boils down to, is this simple thing.

We are not our mistakes. Who we are as a person is not defined by what we do. When you fuck up, you want the chance to improve yourself, right? The chance to make it right. Do you want to be defined by that series of bad decisions you made for the rest of your life? Do you want that to be brought up time and time and time again, and used to drag you down repeatedly?

I didn’t think so.

#Cancel Culture #It's wrong guys #Don't do it #It's not ok #Don't go tear people down #Don't be an asshole #Don't become the very monster you claim you are trying to fight

[malka-lisitsa]

For the mun on a writing level or.. muse level, how do you tackle a controversial character or topic? Like.. you know it stirs up interest in both good and bad.

Novi's advice column

The absolute first thing you need to know is that this is tumblr, and someone is always going to have a problem with you no matter what you do. Straight up- Someone is going to hate you no matter how hard you try to avoid it. So just accept that right out of the gate you will in fact always piss someone off whether you have controversial shit in your portrayal or not.

Once you've accepted that- then you really just have to decide who you're writing for and what you want out of your tumblr experience. Personally, I think you should always write for your muse first, you second, and your audience last. Your muse deserves to be done justice not chopped up and spun into bite sized little pieces more palatable for the puritan crowd on tumblr. If your muse is a bad person, play your muse as a bad person. If your muse is a murder, con artist, kidnapper, whatever the fuck- keep them that way.

Put a trigger warning in your pinned, on your card, and in a bio, make sure to tag your threads where you need to and most people will either not follow to avoid the topic, or block the tag so they don't see it on the dash. You will get trolls, if you can't handle the butt hurt people telling you how to run your blog because they clearly speak for everyone everywhere and definitely know what's best for the entirety of tumblr- I suggest you turn OFF anon, because those people are all cowards and wont have the guts to say it to your face <3

Like I said most people will simply block or not follow and you'll be fine- a lot of people have very specific topics as deal breakers in their rules, so defo make sure you're also looking for those before you follow. The long and the short of it is, is that when it comes to muses who have done, are doing, and will do shitty things your audience is going to be smaller- but this is the internet and there is an audience for EVERYTHING and I do mean EVERYTHING.

You simply have to decide what's more important to you, the topic, or your audience/writing partners. I always advocate for keeping your muse pure and NOT cherry picked. Villains are supposed to make people uncomfortable that's why they're villains. Morally grey characters are supposed to make questionable and concerning choices, that's why they're morally grey. If your muse did something controversial in their past, chances are it had a huge part of shaping who they are or the people around them today and it's not fair to erase that.

So, how I handle it PERSONALLY- I have in my pinned I refuse to water Katherine down and she absolutely IS a morally grey character and does some pretty shitty things. I also state that she has a lot of trauma I wont water down either. Make the topic(s) clear up front and then communicate with the people who do choose to write with you, and be cognitive of their triggers/hard nos. After that there's nothing else to really do. You write your character the way they're meant to be written, and anyone who has a problem with that doesn't have to follow.

#Answered #Anonymous #is this spec? it sounds like spec #the one and only... sort of: ooc #watch me get anons for this too lmfao #genuinely someone always has a damn problem

[seeminglyseph]

My mom was talking about my sister feeling self conscious about her body, and like. I think part of it is she has for some reason a lot of oddly petite friends. Like. For some reason they’re all really short and she’s been friends with them since they were kids and some of them have that like. Unusually skinny body type that like… look some people don’t gain body fat I’m not shaming but those of us who do gain body fat do get shamed all the time constantly so like. Extremely skinny people for some reason get set at the status quo when they like. Really really aren’t. And that’s mostly the weird part honestly. And the fact that like y’all bodies work so fundamentally different than mine that it’s like. A little mystifying sometimes.

My mother is one of these people honestly and it I think causes serious conflict. Because like. She is literally 110lbs. Like. The last time I was 110lbs I was like. A teenager with an eating disorder. Like. It was a fucking bad situation. My mom is in her 60s. I’ve weighed more than her since I was a teenager. And I am a few inches shorter than her. My sister’s like half a foot taller than me, and like. I guess thick fit? Though more on the fit than the thick? And generally just kinda average slightly curvy human woman? But also I always considered her like. The hot one? Not in the weird way but like. How in Daria there’s the weird introvert sibling and cool hot sibling. There’s always the nerd sibling and the hot sibling in sitcoms and I was a latchkey kid raised on TV. I think my sister is objectively an attractive woman who men should be proud to date?

But I also think while I have a shitton of body image issues that I definitely got from my mom being. Fucking weird about my body. I wonder if my mom being absurdly tiny and like. Worrying about it so much, and doing things like “wear the spanx it will make you look less fat” and whatever. Like. I don’t know how much of that stuff she did specifically to my sister because my sister was never as much of a “problem” as I was. It always seemed to me like she was the one doing everything right. But even if she wasn’t the one getting criticized, watching me get dragged over the coals could’ve just given her a complex about like. “I never want to be in that position”

It’s hard being a dumb broken shithead trying to be empathetic because it’s like. “I want to be open and understanding with my family” and then I do that and then like. In two months I’ll be vulnerable and it’ll blow up in my face because like half my family is absolutely garbage at emotions.

Also I may have accidentally implied to my mother that I think my sister is a dom and should try to find a nice sub to settle down with, instead of these alpha males she keeps trying to date. Because I think kink dynamics are generic and normal enough to just be sub categories I can expect to be relatable in conversations about normal basic heterosexual…. Stuff. I don’t know anything about this. She might just be an emotionally unavailable bitch. I might just have Eldest Daughter Trauma.

I don’t know. It’s already weird trying to be like “no my sister’s an attractive person objectively. I’m not attracted to her because ew, but also not my type but also ew, but she is an objectively attractive person.”

You grow up with a negative sibling relationship, complimenting them is unfamiliar territory. And then the whole “the internet loves to take anything you say in the worst way possible” paranoia my brain is like. “Literally the very concept of there being an incest angle is revolting. I think I would rather bite off my fingers and die.” I’m literally pulling a “no homo” but because of how weird I’ve seen some stupid internet discourse go off about dumb shit and I like. Hate the idea of having someone take this in that direction considering how distant my sister and I are and how hard it is to deal with actual sibling relationships without random people taking things the wrong way maliciously.

I took a sleeping pill and it’s the wrong side of 4am and my sinus headache is fucking demolishing me. I really wanna work things out with my sister one day, but there’s a lot of trauma and resentment built up. And it’s hard to know how much I can open up or trust her a lot of the time. Family is complicated.

And I am constantly plagued by the fear of running out of time. Dunno what to do with that.

#my life

[cellsshapedlikestars]

Prompt: Dany and Drogo at bachelor in paradise. Shit gets MESSY :D

WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME. (but also thank you, this was very fun to write)

First, this is set in the same universe as the last BiP prompt fic that I wrote YESTERDAY because I have no chill and haven't stopped thinking about this prompt since you sent it.

Second... this is from Jon's POV, because there is no way I have the voice down for either Dany or Drogo.

Third, oops Jonsa slipped in there

Fourth, this is much shorter than the other one and I wrote it in like an hour so please ignore any typos I barely edited this

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read it on ao3 here:

ephemera, chapter 31

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Jon lounges back on the cabana bed and stares off at the ocean and sips idly at his tequila soda. He almost asked for a beer, which is what he really wanted, but he'd have to chug it, or it would be warm in no time in this heat.

So far, Paradise is pretty much exactly what he expected.

He's not really a fan of the beach. He grew up in Boston and he's much more inclined towards raging snowstorms than this oppressive heat.

Well, he says that now. He knows he'll think differently in the winter, when he's back in Boston and freezing his ass off trying to get to work on roads that aren't safe to drive. But for now he swears heat is worse.

Off in the distance, he can hear shrieks of laughter, and he hopes everyone else is having fun. It's not that he's having a bad time, it's just... exactly what he expected. A beach. A bunch of people he doesn't really have much in common with. Cameras. At least he's getting paid to be here, this time.

The only thing that had thrown him off was their host, but he tries not to think about how he made an absolute ass out of himself when he first arrived. He's almost dreading seeing her again, even though he swears by the end of it, she was flirting back. But if he's being honest, he's terrible at knowing when women are flirting with him. That's why he got along so well with Ygritte – she was direct. She came up to him, told him she wanted him, and that was it. And Alys in high school was mostly the same.

He thinks the host – Sansa, god but her name is pretty – is the first girl he's ever asked out. Every other time, it's been someone asking him. Jon's never put much effort into pursuing anyone before.

He groans and grabs a pillow and plops it over his face, hoping it will block out the glaring sun and maybe he can actually get a nap in. He didn't sleep well - this place doesn't have air conditioning, and he'd tossed and turned all night.

He's just – finally – dozing off when he hears voices. Two of them, male and female, and he wants to groan into the pillow when he realizes they've taken the cabana bed next to his. That means there's cameras here now. They've mostly left him alone while he's been relaxing by himself, but they're always around when there's more than one person. He sort of wishes he'd left his t-shirt on. He's been trying to keep it on as much as possible because he doesn't need more people on the internet talking about him, but he'd taken it off because it's just so fucking hot.

Hopefully the cameras don't see him. He's fairly certain the couple hasn't, considering the tipsy giggle coming from the girl and the wet sounds of kissing.

“You have so many muscles,” the girl says, and Jon can feel his face twist into a grimace. He knows that voice.

When he'd come down yesterday with his date card, he'd done exactly what Sansa told him to and talked to everyone before finally asking Dany. She was gorgeous and not at all subtle about being interested in going on the date with him, which he liked. But on the date itself, he'd watched her get bored of him.

It happens sometimes. Jon's a... well, he feels like maybe he's too normal for a lot of people. Too boring. He remembers one date trying to ease the sting by calling him quiet. And he'd seen it happen with Dany, the moment she realized he wasn't as exciting as the internet tried to make him out to be, though it didn't surprise him. It's exactly what he expected to happen here. By the end of the date, they both agreed they'd had a good time, but there was no romantic spark. And if he's being honest, he's not interested in any of the others romantically, either.

He should leave.

He will at the elimination ceremony, he decides. He'll cut his losses and leave on his own terms. And at least if he makes it to the elimination ceremony, he can see a certain red-headed host again...

“You must work out all the time,” Dany continues, and Jon can tell she's definitely day drunk. He's not surprised – the free sugary drinks combined with the unrelenting sun means everyone's drunk most of the time.

“I have to,” comes a deep voice, and Jon realizes she's with Drogo. Huh. Good for her. Jon can't even blame her for being mesmerized by Drogo's muscles. Jon had been, himself, when they first met. Drogo's one of those people you swear can't be real until you actually see them in person. “I'm the King of the Ring,” Drogo says, like he's quite proud of himself.

Right, Jon remembers. Drogo is a professional wrestler.

And then, with his somehow deep voice dropping even lower, Drogo murmurs, “you could be my Queen.”

Jon tries very hard not to gag behind the pillow that is still covering his face, and he tries to stay as still as possible because he really doesn't want them noticing him now. Dany lets out a happy moan and then there's more wet sounds and Jon would really like it if the earth could open up beneath him and swallow him whole.

He can hear them moving and he wants to remind them that they're on camera. He can't even see them and he knows, somehow, that there's a very heavy makeout session going on in the bed next to him.

This is fucking awkward.

Jon wonders if - while they're distracted - he could roll off the other side of the bed and then crawl his way to freedom. Undignified, maybe, but surely better than staying here.

“What the fuck,” a new voice chimes in, that Jon recognizes as Daario.

“Go away,” Drogo grunts, clearly annoyed.

“So one minute you're with me, then you're with him?” Daario asks, and Jon knows he's talking to Dany, not Drogo. “It's bad enough you went on the date with that mechanic.”

Jon rolls his eyes beneath the pillow at the weak insult. Daario obviously hasn't seen Jon on the next cabana bed over, either.

“I can do what I want,” Dany snaps, and the tone sends a shiver down Jon's spine. He remembers hearing some of the girls say that Dany has a temper, though Jon hadn't seen it on their date.

“She's mine,” Drogo grunts again. It's the best way Jon can describe the way he talks. Grunts and short sentences.

“Excuse me?” Dany seethes, and it takes all of Jon's willpower not to react – he's decided he's going to pretend he slept through this whole thing, so he tries to keep himself still.

“My sun and stars-” Drogo starts, but Jon can hear the other cabana bed creaking as someone stands.

“I don't belong to either of you,” Dany bites out, and then Jon can hear her footsteps retreating.

“Look what you did,” Daario huffs.

“What I did?” Drogo scoffs.

Jon resigns himself to laying here on this bed for a while longer, because the two men devolve into petty macho bullshit that he just knows is going to go on forever.

…

At the next rose ceremony, Dany gives her rose to Drogo and they seem cuddly and sweet together again and Jon has no idea when that happened, though Daario is pouting in the corner.

Mya gives Jon a rose and he debates turning it down – he swore he'd leave – but, well... Sansa's here, and his desire to go home is suddenly a distant memory. She's wearing a blue sundress that's really doing it for him. He knows he's staring at her – hell, he's pretty sure she knows he's staring at her, if the way she keeps glancing over at him and then quickly looking away means anything.

At the end, he manages to slip by all the crew and he steps up next to Sansa as production starts to shut down, and he says, “it's a shame you're off limits.” She turns to face him, eyes wide, lips parted in surprise. “I just think you would've really enjoyed that date, is all,” he shrugs.

God, he probably sounds as cringey as Dany and Drogo had.

Sansa's face flushes red and her eyes dart around, but then he watches her tongue dart out to wet her lips and he thinks – oh.

Maybe she really is into this.

Hope flares painfully in his chest as she turns to look at him again and says, “talking to me is against the rules.”

He deflates a little, and he says, “I can stop, if it's making you uncomfortable?”

It's back, the hope ballooning again as she hesitates, looks around again. “No,” she finally says, it comes out as a shaky whisper, “it doesn't make me uncomfortable.”

Jon can feel himself grin, and he takes a step back and says, “alright. I'll see you next time, then.”

He guesses he's not leaving after all.

…

Jon watches the finale from backstage.

All Sansa had to do was bat her eyes and give him a pout and here he was, agreeing to come out to LA for the live finale. She'd even gotten him to agree to go on stage for a one-on-one interview. She didn't do it to benefit the show, he's pretty sure – no, he's almost certain she wheedled him into doing this simply because she wanted to see him, even if she won't admit it.

It's fine. He'll admit it for the both of them. In fact, he'd admitted it on stage, in front of a live audience.

Either way, he's here, his time on camera is done and over with, and he's watching the final proposals, absolutely baffled as Drogo slips a ring onto Dany's finger.

When Jon left Paradise, they had been fighting again, just like they had been almost the entire time – fighting one minute, dry humping in a cabana the next. And now they're getting engaged, and Jon... well, he has no idea what to think about it. In an odd way, they do compliment each other.

He thinks it could go either way – either they're one of those couples that lasts, or they'll have an explosive breakup in three weeks.

But honestly, he sort of hopes they make it.

#prompt fic #jonsa #technically it's still jonsa #i cannot believe i have written yet ANOTHER bachelor fic #what is wrong with me

[winns-stuff]

RANT:

Okay, I have to say this or else I will pluck out my fucking eyeballs. I’m getting so fucking sick of these grown ass adults losing their shit over Halle being Ariel, it’s one of the most dumbest things to be mad at honestly. I’m so tired of the evil ass gingers being upset at the lack of their representation even though Halle still has fucking red hair in the damn movie, like honestly you’re not talking about your representation you just don’t accept the black ginger that’s being displayed in the damn trailer. It irks my spirit on how people are so blindly and ridiculously racist when it comes to this, and the ignorance is real. Never have I ever seen more close minded, small brained, angry, redundant losers online spewing all of this bullshit around on the internet. I don’t give a fuck, so many people are saying how they just don’t like that it doesn’t look like “their Ariel” and just completely bash Halle on her skin tone which is so fucking stupid.

Don’t even even get me started on the motherfuckers who scream that this is pandering too. Y’all be the worst ones honestly, you act like you care about actual representation for black people but in reality you just don’t want to ever see any popular character black. I’m so sick and tired of each and every time there is a black character added to anything some fucking dumbass on the internet that has nothing to do other than ruin everyone else’s experience and say that it’s pandering or something. Can black people please enjoy themselves being seen as princesses, princes, wizards, mermaids, heroes, lovers, main characters, scientists, and literally anything else that’s not a damn stereotype. I’m so tired of people accepting shows with the black characters being overshadowed and being mistreated but hooping and hollering when a black person is portrayed as a regular human being and not a fucking “ghetto”, loud, aggressive gangster or ratchet single mom with six bad kids. Why can’t we be seen as something positive..? Why can’t I watch television and see someone who looks like me be the heroine or find love or be sweet and be kind? Why does everyone else get to have role models who they look up to and we can’t?

I can’t tell you how damaging it is for me to read the hundreds on hundreds of hate comments being aimed at the movie all circling around her skin color.. They say that it’s ugly, she’s not fit, it doesn’t look right, they won’t accept her, and more disgusting things. So many people try and hide behind this lousy excuse of how they don’t want it to change when the other live action films haven’t even had half of the backlash the little mermaid got and they weren’t even fucking accurate. The live action Cinderella wasn’t that accurate to the cartoon neither was Sleeping Beauty, Aladdin, and Beauty and The Beast. None of it was completely accurate to the originals yet no one even batted an eye when they came out and there was no outrage. No one was upset at Will Smith playing Genie or that one guy in Cinderella being the Princes’ best friend, why is everyone upset that the main lead is black but didn’t mind it when the side characters were black? See what I’m getting at? I just don’t understand it.

Bottom line is that I absolutely despise everyone who took it too far with the backlash. You can not enjoy the live actions all you want, I don’t enjoy the live action Mulan but you don’t see me throwing a damn tantrum like a fucking baby and saying micro aggressions about the actress or the movie as a whole, I just watch the fucking animated version like honestly why is everyone acting like as soon as the live action version comes out the original will be wiped off of the face of the planet? After all this is said and done, after all your hate messages and your slimy behavior has been put to rest you can still go in your room or living room and find the original fucking Little Mermaid and watch it like it’s the first fucking time. Stop acting like this is going to change your thinking or the future for you you don’t have to watch it you fucking dingus.

Also for the incompetent people who will probably find this and ask that infuriating question of “what about freedom of speech/opinions” or “so we can’t dislike a character/movie now?” I will leave this note just for you, read slowly: This is obviously not addressed to anyone who just dislikes the character peacefully or they don’t fuck with the live action films, I get it and I understand that obviously. Going back to what I already said earlier, I have my fair share of live actions that I don’t like either so that’s completely fine if you do have an opposite opinion about it, you can not like the movie without criticizing how the character looks because of her skin color and that’s what I’ve been seeing from dozens of people. They don’t attack the movie just because it’s not for them, they attack because she’s black. Also, stop using that damn freedom of speech argument for every little disagreement you have dumbass you still have freedom of speech you just don’t have freedom of consequence. You could shout “I have a gun” in an open area but obviously police will be called and you’ll be in trouble for that, same goes for you saying slick racist shit. You could still say it just don’t get fucking confused when someone checks your ass on it.

#little mermaid #personal rant #halle bailey

[acacia-luna-royal]

So, I’ve had this written in my phone notes almost all week since Sunday as well as not being able to go into the internet because either my cat or my sister’s cat was fucking around on the cabinet and broke our freaking WiFi box so it stopped working, so someone had to come out and fix it but that took a while, and as it was almost the end of the month, my phone bill wasn’t topped up because I didn’t have enough money in my bank, so I couldn’t even use my data 😭 but MY GOD!! You guys have been busy! I’ve missed so much of tumblr and damn have I missed you guys! *cries in a corner* Anyway, here is just a few things I want to say about episode 12 and the feels this episode got me feeling.

*Deep fucking breath* Yep, NAILED IT!

Yo, episode 12... where the fuck do I start? It started off with cavity level sweetness... ended with all the salt in the sea and lemons plus limes squeezed into every single cut you can think of, like when you use hand sanitiser on a paper cut fuck that shit hurts! This episode was a fucking whirlwind of emotions and I was hit with so many feelings way too fast and way too hard.

Right off the bat, we get this first scene with Porsche dropping Porschay off at the university for his interview. We have our sweet baby Porschay, although he’s heartbroken, he tries his absolute best to stay strong for his big brother, who smiles at him with pride and proudness that just melts your heart. And then Porschay decided to throw his resume into the bin, trying to rid that part of his life that had Kim involved, as all the time Porschay and Kim spent together was a façade, a foundation - in Porschay’s eyes - built and revolving around lies. But there’s also guilt there because Porschay worked hard to get into that university. He worked hard for both himself and for Porsche; his big brother, who has been working so damn hard to make sure Porschay is able to go to school and is able to study at the university of his dreams.

Porschay struck by culpability because Porsche - working so damn hard to make Porschay’s dream a reality - said that seeing his little brother get into that university was his own dream. Porsche smiles so beautifully and so brightly at Porschay, happiness to the MAX at seeing his brother take the first step to getting his degree. And even though Porschay has had his heart broken by someone he is still in love with, he’s hurting but seeing how happy Porsche is and how proud his big brother is of him, Porschay tries his absolute best to stay strong and keep a brave face for Porsche and it broke my heart. No literally, I was a whimpering mess, this part wrecked me. This scene, man, the impact of feels I had within the first two minutes was unreal. I thought my heart would burst at my chest, and the episode had only just started, like fuck, I was wondering how the hell I was going to manage the rest of the episode. (And I also happen to be INCREDIBLY protective of the Kittisawasd brothers. Looking at you Theerapanykuls, though not Tankhun, he’s a king in every way and I’ll always love him, he can do no wrong.)

Porsche finding out that the guy who was in charge of the goons beating up his debt collecting uncle was actually working with Kinn at the beginning and was also responsible for helping Kinn get Porsche to work for him. Yes, Kinn was following orders from his father, but keeping it from Porsche all this time, that was the wrong move. My jaw literally dropped during this scene, I almost caught flies. I was in shock. If I were Porsche in this situation, I would have yelled, I would have maybe slapped Kinn, I would have probably walked away and refused to talk to him until I calmed down.

Porsche here was so collected, even when you could tell that he was livid, he was also in disbelief. He didn’t submit to Kinn’s attempt to hold him, he refused to let Kinn touch him until he got the answers he so rightfully deserved. And when Kinn made another move to step closer followed by an “I’m sorry,” Porsche told him to back off. Porsche wasn’t going to give in without an explanation to the lies and the cause to him feeling like a fool for not having known or seen this sooner. He was lied to. He was betrayed. And the one person who he knows doesn’t trust easily because of being betrayed in the past, was supposed to be different and not be a liar too. He gave Kinn all of him and more, and Porsche believed that Kinn had given him that in return, but it turns out it was splintered. Yes, Porsche knows that there’s deep intense truth to Kinn’s feelings towards him, but if there’s lies in the beginning that haven’t been addressed yet and have been playing out all this time, even while they’ve been together as an official couple, then of course Porsche is going to be hesitant to fall straight back into Kinn’s arms and to take in his apologies. And this isn’t just about a lie being told to Porsche, it’s the involvement of Porsche’s house - the last thing that Porsche has from his late parents; a house, a home, he and his little brother treasures. Porsche said to Kinn that Kinn knows how much that house means to him, and Kinn still didn’t tell him that he had been affiliated with the guy who threatened to take his family home away from him and his little brother. So, he’s rightfully pissed off.

It’s only with the heartfelt promise from Kinn; a promise that Kinn will find all the answers that Porsche is looking for, a promise that Porsche is able to believe by looking and reading the honesty in Kinn’s eyes, (because Kinn and Porsche have created a state of communication that literally just involves them locking eyes and this communication is damn strong, we’ve all noticed it), that Porsche eventually lets Kinn move closer to touch him, to wrap his arms around him, to hold him. Porsche doesn’t reciprocate the hold though, and Kinn understands why he doesn’t.

Kinn stands alongside Porsche as they confront Papa Korn together; as partners, as lovers, as a couple who trust each other. They stand side by side with Porsche slightly in front, but Kinn lets Porsche do the talking. He only asks a question out of shock to his father’s words when Papa Korn explains that he covered up the murder of Porsche’s parents and that the driver happened to be Papa Korn’s friend. They find out a lot more from Papa Korn than they bargained for when they stomped their way over to where Papa Korn was working with his clay. Porsche wanted answers about why he was actually chosen to work for the main Theerapanyakul family, but gained the reason as to who killed his parents alongside the reason of him being chosen to work for them as a way of Papa Korn paying his respects to him. Porsche having had enough of the bullshit and the “sorry”s, closes his eyes, tames the fire wanting to explode inside of him, and then tells Papa Korn (way too politely in my opinion) that he’s thankful for the help, but he doesn’t need it and then storms off. Man, did I wish Porsche had done more. I used to like Papa Korn but he just keeps proving to be more of a dick (but he’s still way better than Kan ironically). Kinn is also furious. He’s furious because he was also lied to by his own father, but he’s also infuriated that his father is one of the main the reasons why his love is so distressed and betrayed and heartbroken, when Porsche had just found out about the secret that Kinn had kept from him, which Kinn is feeling guilty from as now both Kinn and Korn are to be blame, but mainly Korn.

Consensual VegasPete!!!

WAS KINN AND PORSCHE’S FIRST TIME THIS DAMN INTENSE!! I CAN’T REMEMBER MY MIND’S GONE BLANK!! The fact that it was Pete who pulled Vegas back to pull him into a kiss... Vegas’ surprise and his hand hovering, not knowing what do to or how to respond for a second before he fell straight into it and reciprocated just as passionately; Vegas becoming so happily overwhelmed with the way Pete was kissing him and handling him just... 😫*Chef’s Kiss* For me, It was when Vegas walked past Pete after saying: “But a guy like you, it’s no fun when you don’t give in,” and then Pete just turns him around, grabs his face and kisses him, giving off “Bitch, I’m gonna show you the best type of fun you’ve ever had in your entire fucking life” vibes and OMG!! Believe me when I tell you that I choked mid scream! That was fucking amazing!!

Honestly, give Bible and Build all the oscars, all the Grammys, all the awards! This scene was so damn mind-blowing! I think the condoms in this show also have their own representation and sponsor just like the Maseratis, the inhaler and their majesty bread. Man, you VegasPete fans, my darlings, you were fed a gourmet buffet this episode holy shit! And what the hell is with Build and Apo having such gorgeous curves?!?! Why? How? I just... 😭 And the way Vegas kissed his way down Pete’s neck, then down his back to then more or less (I think I saw this right) kiss Pete’s buttcheeks just OMG AHDHAKNSDJS!! Those damn satisfied smiles afterwards between them as well... HOLY FUCK!!! Though, I would like to point out that the music that was used for this love scene is called “Stable Delusion”, and I don’t really know what to think of that fact.

Kinn leaving the main family manor and deciding that Porsche is far more important than his home, his job, his father, because Porsche is his home now and wherever Porsche goes, that’s where Kinn’s home will be. Kinn literally said that he can have the best kind of happiness in the world, as long as he has Porsche! I mean... LOOK AT THE WAY KINN LOOKS AT PORSCHE WHEN HE SAYS THAT... status of the heart: more or less healed, just gonna need six months of recovery and cardio therapy.

This scene was fucking beautiful in every way imaginable. Me thinking at first that Porsche not only left the Theerapanyakul manor and taking his brother with him, leaving Kinn there as well... I started whimpering, I honestly thought Porsche had left Kinn at the house because I didn’t think Kinn would be allowed to leave. But then Kinn, oh my fucking CHRIST, him walking out to the garden with a plate of glasses and the royal majesty bread, to bring out to Porsche and Porschay!!! I had butterflies in my brain, stomach, heart and soul, that was the purest fucking thing ever OMG!!! I will never get over this, I really won’t, not ever! Kinn saying that Porsche’s happiness means the world to him... my heart, just take it, it’s only giving me arrhythmia. Porschay looking between his brother and his brother’s boyfriend with that sweet knowing look and smile, literally the sibling look of “omg, you guys are so cute it’s gross but I’m so happy that you’re happy” and just... urgh, this scene was so freaking precious and beautiful I just can’t deal.

I always said to myself that if I see Porsche cry, like literally bawling, I’ll cry and my heart will break. Welp, I had that twice this fucking episode, holy shit I couldn’t breathe through my nose for hours! I don’t know how long I cried for, all I know is that I had to pause the episode to let it out because it really broke my heart. Apo, you just... you ruin me. I was so thankful for Kinn just holding Porsche, telling Porsche that his parents would be proud of him for not killing their murderer, Kinn telling Porsche that he’s proud of him too... *whimpers* take my heart please, it’s in fragments, but it might come in handy for something because it’s sitting useless in my chest.

Kim realising he fucked up BIG time. Finding out Porschay didn’t attend his interview stunned him, not knowing that he could have had that much of an effect on Porschay. Ya dingus.

The way Kim looks away from his friend and then clenches his jaw to then look down as the guilt seeps in. Realisation dawning on his features so hard, his breath becomes a little staggered like he can’t mutlitask the guilt enveloping him and breathing at the same time.

Our sweet baby Porschay... still heartbroken but wanting to try something new to get, at the very least, his mind off of the pain in his heart, decides to change his look by dyeing his hair (the same freaking colour I might add that the actor who plays Porschay’s brother dyed his for a photoshoot aakjdjaksjjdkss). Porschay, it looks great sweetie. And then decides to go out drinking with friends even though he’s never drunk alcohol in his life, yeah, no sweetie, don’t do that.

When Porschay has had a lot to drink and his friend says that they should go home, Porschay is ready to go with his friend when the guy on his other side tries to put a tablet in his mouth... 🤬🔪Oh man, I was freaking livid. But I didn’t really get the chance to stay livid for long because this next scene shocked me to the core and literally took my breath away:

Kim coming out of freaking nowhere and smacking the guy’s hand away from Porschay’s mouth and punching anyone who tried to stop him... man, I was in LOVE! That was so fucking attractive and so damn HOT! I started screaming into my pillow! And then when Kim put his finger in the guy’s face and said (more like he growled, or snarled) “Don’t!” The progress of me absofuckinglutely losing it just kept progressing.

Although this scene with Kim was so damn attractive, and YES! This isn’t Wik, the musician and University student. This is Kim Theerapanyakul, the third son, the youngest son, of a high class main mafia family, the person who picked up a gun for the first time in what was most likely ages just because the boy he’s fallen in love with was kidnapped, making Kim so determined to save him that he was ready to shoot the fuck out of everybody but Porsche, including his own cousin, just to save him. But the question that came into my head when I rewatched Kim coming into this scene was: How the hell did Kim know where Porschay was? He couldn’t have asked anyone because the only person Kim could ask would probably be Porsche but Porsche didn’t even know Porschay was dyeing his hair, let alone Porschay going to a club. And I doubt Kim would have been brave enough to actually ask Porsche, “Yo, do you know where your brother is?” Porsche would only have more questions to answer Kim’s questions with and Porsche would probably recognise Kim as Wik as there is no way Porsche didn’t see Porschay’s P’Wik shrine in his bedroom. And also, Kinn would have been with Porsche, so that conversation would have really fucking interesting to see. So, Kim must have put a tracker Porschay or something, because how else did he find him in that club?

When Kim gabbed Porschay’s hand, I was excited for a second before my mind went back to asking questions. Like, Kim, what the hell were you going to do after this? Were you going to take Porschay back to his house, with the possibility that Porsche, Porschay’s beautiful protective big brother, could be there with his boyfriend, who happens to be your own big brother? Nah, that doesn’t really sound like a good idea. Or were you planning on taking Porschay to your place? Would have to say I’m not a fan of this idea either as Porschay is still mad with you for breaking his heart (rightfully so) and I doubt Porschay would want to be at your place especially with what you said to him. For someone who thinks a lot, you really didn’t think this through, did you? It’s amazing how the Kittisawasd brothers can literally cause the youngest two Theerapanyakul brothers to lose their thought process and act before thinking it through. Kim you are so much like Kinn, it’s not even funny.

Kim! What are doing?! “From now on, you’re on your own,”... ASHDHKAHDJAJS KIM WHAT THE FUCK! Porschay is heartbroken ya dick, and you just made it worse! Kudos to you for bringing Porschay away from a potentially horrible situation but to then tell the boy that he more or less isn’t worth your time anymore. What the fuck? Man, when Porsche finds out you broke his baby brother’s heart, don’t think that just because Porsche is now dating Kinn, your older brother, that you’ll be safe because you freaking won’t be. You’re doomed. And if you don’t apologise to Porschay with flowers and a big teddy bear with an “I’m sorry, please forgive me” on it, and mean it, with a love song you’ve written just for him and play your guitar for him, then I’m coming for you because this baby’s heart... he’s been through enough in his life, don’t cause him more pain.

And may I regretfully present to you all the salt in the sea, the bitter sourness when you were expecting sweet. I had a shiver run down my spine when Ahrtee sat down next to Porsche, I was holding my comfort blanket tighter around me thinking “oh no, this is not going to end well” and I was right, it didn’t. All Ahrtee did was cause more trouble for Porsche, just like he has done for most of Porsche’s life. Let me tell you that gamblers: all they care about is themselves. They don’t care about their families, because if they did care, even the slightest amount, they wouldn’t cause them this many problems and this much pain.

When Ahrtee kept blowing smoke into Porsche’s face I was literally chanting “punch him, punch him, punch him.” And then Ahrtee had the auDacITy to call Porsche stupid! Bitch, you shut the fuck up! How dArE you! You’re the stupid one for causing so much debt and thinking that you could get away with it and thinking you were able to keep fooling your nephew. And then he asked Porsche for five million baht, “easy money” he said, that could make all of the lies and problems go away. Uh, no Ahrtee, the only easy thing about five million baht is the way you’d spend it. Don’t believe it Porsche, he’s a fucking liar and he will only cause you problems, trust me.

When Ahrtee gave Porsche that picture and we finally saw who was in it... my mind went blank and my jaw dropped. It took me a good minute to process what I had seen. And then I started tearing up because NO!! Porsche and Kinn has just started over, they’re on their clean slate and now Porsche isn’t going to know what to think, do or say. Will he tell Kinn about seeing his uncle? I don’t think he will. Will he tell Kinn about the photo? I don’t think so. All of these obstacles that these two have faced and will again have to face... it’s honestly painful and heartbreaking to watch these two go from being at the peak of their strength where the trust that they have in each other is formidable, to then watch it fracture apart because some lying, cheating, two-faced, problem causing low life has come onto the scene and arisen doubts between them. We’ve seen Kinn and Porsche finally, truthfully, adoringly become KinnPorsche and now we have this? My heart, mind and soul is not ready for what is to come and I just, I can’t deal with all the possible scenarios that keep running around in my mind, and every single one of them makes my heart speed up with anxiety and trepidation. I’m not ready, I don’t think anyone is, and the fact that we only have two episodes left TWO FREAKING EPISODES LEFT!!! AKHDJSJSKKFJAK!!! I’m going to be more of a mess than I already am 😭😭

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[mornington-the-crescent]

1. Whenever you share a post about those revolting “kids drag queen” events that occasionally crop up, I legitimately feel sick to my stomach. Not just because the event itself is disgusting and inappropriate on every level, but because the tags and responses are often equally so in the opposite direction, insane homophobia and Puritanism declaring America an evil sodom and Gomorrah that must be burned. I legit don’t how you expose yourself to discourse like that so often without going insane.

And I’m just like… really? There’s no middle ground here? It’s either “taking kids to strip drag shows is okay” (something the VAST overwhelming majority of LGBT people - drag queens included - find repulsive and the exact sort of homophobic accusations they spent the 80s having thrown at them) or “institute a theocracy, LGBT people and sex positivity evil, burn down this country!!!!” (Something any normal religious or right wing person would find batshit insane). It’s just insane. And tiring. And horrifying. Both sides repulse me. The people who think these events are okay are disgusting and should never be allowed near kids. The people raving about hellfire and calling gay people “sodomites” are vile fundamentalist bigots who can fuck off. Any sane person would find an obvious simple middle ground of “drag shows are not appropriate for children and were never meant to be keep them separate”. But instead all I see is shit that makes me want to vomit. I don’t know I’m rambling but I just feel like it demonstrates the insane polarization on the internet where people try to foist two equally batshit nightmare options on you as if they’re the only two choices. It’s weird and infuriating and sickening. I can say “this isn’t appropriate for children” without turning into a screeching homophobe calling for end times. I can say “drag is okay/sex positivity is good” without approving of sick shit like THAT. You know what I mean?

I get you.

I'm very much a "live and let live" sort of person, but there are certain things that are, even outside a religious context, simply Evil and Wrong, objectively and fundamentally. And there are so many people who have lost their moral compass so completely that saying, "Hey, maybe you shouldn't be bringing an eight-year-old to a club that has 'it's not going to lick itself' in neon letters on the wall, where they will watch and participate in simulated sex acts with adults" is met with being called every -ist and -phobe that they can think of. I'm far from a puritan fundamentalist (if for no other reason than, as a Jew, the Christian fundamentalists would have just as much issue with me as with this), but still, you do have to ask yourself how we, as a society, have gotten to the point where there are people arguing that a child having an adult's penis thrust in their face in public is a good thing.

Absolutely drag shows should be left to those who want to participate. But a child cannot consent to something like this; they don't have the cognitive development to fully grasp what it is that they'd be consenting to in the first place.

So, to sum up, live and let live, until you try to foist your shit onto someone who either does not want to participate, or is unable to meaningfully understand what participation means. And if you continue to try to foist your shit on people who want not a merry fuck to do with it, then you get to face the wall.

[goodnightalex]

i am so close to quitting twitter. i already quit tiktok bc lets face it, it sucks. twitter seems like the next step but it’s practically the only handle i have on pop culture atm so quitting it might be interesting.

on the topic of social media, i personally dont think instagram is as bad as people make it out to be in the way of negativity. i do understand it can create peer pressure but it doesnt really affect me, as much as it affects others ig.

(this next bit is just a rant on cancel culture)

twitter on the other hand is an absolute hell hole built off of cancel culture to the point where everyone has to be perfect in every way regardless of any other factors that might affect this. i have seen literal children get cancelled on that site because they said something wrong or said that they dont like someone. it is actually insane. peoples brains are still developing until the age of 25 and wont be able to make perfectly sound decisions until then. its science. its like people forget that they are people and that they arent robots programmed to not offend anyone.

and if someone gets cancelled and oh wait- you follow them, you get cancelled too by association like wtaf.

if you get into a situation where someone who you know or look up to gets cancelled, what are you even supposed to do. say the evidence is shit and you argue against it, you get ridiculed and “cancelled” yourself because you are defending the person. if you run along with it because it’s convincing or peer pressure then, sure you wont get ridiculed so much but you could also be harming others, by bullying them for their opinion in some ways (depending on how you express your distaste for the cancelee in question) more over, what if it comes to light that the allegations are false (which in the majority of cancellations that i have witnessed have been the case due to people just trying to dig up dirt on someone or faking things), what then?

what i tend to do in cancellation situations is sit and watch it burn. there isnt much else i can do. getting involved only fuels the fire and if i looked up to the person in question well i guess that fucking sucks because i cant do anything to defend them (depending on how bad the situation is obviously).

DISCLAIMER: in this insight into my thoughts of cancel culture, im not trying to say that all cancellations are unjustified and fake. i understand that sometimes they are true and people are victims of these situations. all i am trying to say is that the internet (in particular twitter) is a cesspit of misinformation and hate, where people forget that everyone is a person with their own individual thoughts and feelings towards topics. im not trying to defend anyone who has been discriminatory or a pedo or rapist, there are obviously still bad people out there. this is mostly in reference to cancellations based off of loose evidence or simply not liking someone or something. the fact i feel like i need to write a disclaimer in itself is pretty fucking shocking tbh and really shows the state of the internet and how fragile people are. i do infact have common sense, and realise people are cancelled for a reason sometimes.

anyway, thank you for reading

[icarusthefoolish]

This is my stance on everything going on with Dream, including the stuff in his Newest Video "The Truth" in which he goes into Detail about everything. First and Foremost though, in my eyes a person is always innocent until proven guilty, the same thing applied to Dream i didn't believe the allegations until there was irrefutable evidence that he did do what people said he did. And anyone who still believes that Dream is a Groomer etc. just go ahead and get off my account, he has proven everything in his video so go watch that. If you don't want to do that and still want to believe the supposed Victims as an Example Amanda then get the fuck off my account.

My fucking god the shit going on with Dream was absolutely crazy, i never believed the allegations because in my mind someone is innocent until proven guilty. And Dream was never actually proven guilty of the shit people said he did. (Other than the Cheating of the world record. Where he had NO IDEA he was even cheating.) There was a time where i completely deleted Twitter simply because everything on my feed was just Dream Allegations and it was getting annoying.

And honestly i hope that the people who keep posting Allegations against dream saying he is a groomer etc just shut the fuck up. He posted a video where he explains Everything including the situation with Manatreed. He even explained that Manatreed was a childhood friend of his. He did so much shit to prove that he is innocent and that people are just being assholes to be assholes.

Saying someone has groomed you and providing "evidence" that can be refuted pretty easily is just a shit move, it makes actual victims look like they are lying, it makes it so much harder than it already is for those victims to get the fucking peace they deserve, it makes it harder for them to get their story out. People who actually go through grooming and other shit have genuine problems in their future life because of the Trauma stuff like that causes. So pretending you are a victim just to hate on someone or make people hate them is absolutely disgusting, it makes you look like a shitty person. There's a story about the boy who cried wolf, it's basically about a boy in a village who always said that the wolves are coming when they weren't, when the Wolves actually came no one believed him. Exactly that is eventually going to happen to you, if you continue to lie about things that didn't actually happen, if you continue to provide "evidence" that is just fake then at some point if you are as an example actually groomed people will not believe you because why would they if you've lied over and over just for the fucking attention.

This shit is why i sometimes absolutely hate the internet. People try to ruin someone's life simply because they can, we've seen it with Dream and recently on TikTok with a creator who offed themselves because people were speeding false rumors about them. This world and a lot of the people on it is just absolutely sick and twisted if people think Swatting someone's house for fucking funsies is ok because News flash it isn't.

I genuinely hope that people grow the fuck up and realise that not everything people say on the internet is actually true, i hope people fucking realise what lengths Dream went to to keep his Identity hidden before the Face Reveal, he literally covered any and all Windows in his parents home because he was paranoid, he went out of the house maybe 5 or 6 Times before the FR which was proven by a Phone call he added with his Mother. People need to grow up and realise being an asshole just to be an asshole isn't cool or funny, people need to fucking realise that the shit they are doing to as an example content Creators can actually ruin their lives.

#aiko talks #aikos shit posts

[incarnateirony]

Yo Mount Pleasant, you may have turned off javascript to avoid one part of my countertrolling but you realize I can still see your insane amount of accesses right. And the rest of your details. right. ...Right? You. You realize that, right?

Your commitment of the sum of your life to trying to find a way to troll my blog is both impressive and secondhand embarrassing. I don't know why you expect me to be anything but flattered at reading your 112 listed accesses in the last few days. Broooooooo.

did it really take you motherfuckers a goddamn week to figure out to turn off javascript, and you STILL think you can come out with a win from this, what the genuine fuck.

m e d i c a t i o n

all this because Vinnie couldn't keep her retarded mouth shut about her blatant assumptions so you guys committed to spending a week getting dragged through the dirt face-down to prove... something.

Protip, if you're now violently clicking around your browser figuring out what ELSE to turn off so I can't see your shit, good luck, the internet itself will become nonfunctional to you when you do, which is a very hilarious length for yall to go to.

So for all of your hot nonsense the last week getting rickrolled on automation, has it occurred to you absolute inbred dumbfucks that you never had shit and got led down moron hill by queen retard yelling nonsense, or is the attempt to disprove that what is making yall persist while proven wrong time and again.

cuz lemme tell you "inbred dumbfucks that never had shit getting led down moron hill by queen retard yelling nonsense" just about sums up the entire fandom history of anyone dumb enough to believe a word from the evil incest cow.

We go back to Point A: Ignoring you dumb, useless motherfuckers that exist only to tax on world resources and use valuable air does not mean you are winning or tricking anyone, it just means you're underneath someone so fucking far it's comedy. And this is just on the whole "URURURURUR I USA DA PROXY" dipshittery. That says NOTHING about WHY you and your fandom noise are so below me, but I think your desperate attempt to disprove to YOURSELVES while I don't even say direct what it is for you to attack livelihoods with comes from that. Bro. Just get over it. You lost. You've lost this game. You've lost the battles. And you absolutely lost the war, now you're just shitting on the battlefield crying trying to find something to win by despositing turds everywhere. When will it sink in y o u l o s t e v e r y t h i n g. y o u a r e p o w e r l e s s. y o u d o n ' t m a t t e r. y o u a r e o u t c l a s s e d. These repurcussions are, in fact, entirely the fault of Vinnie and the retard incest gang's hostilities compiled on themselves for years, there is no coming back, thanks for the Reason to Stay and even the momentum you unwittingly gave us at times. COPE. JESUS CHRIST.

Yall truly condemned yourselves to losing everything to a trans gamer catboy who gave no fucks beyond wanting to piss you off. I never cared about your conventions. I never cared about your actor worship. I just cared about facts and change and you did not fucking comprehend what you were doing to yourselves for years.

I'm going back to writing the gay dragon porn I've been posting between writing this, while you all claw around trying to find some new way to pretend to have leverage.

I know your parents told you that you can do whatever you wanna do and be whatever you wanna be when you grow up but yall missed the memo that it comes by way of actually gaining skills. Googling proxies and trolling for years online aren't skills. They're wastes of your already pointless lives. You aren't communications majors, you aren't marketing managers, you aren't socmed keyholders, you aren't producers, you have no earthly tangible understanding of the corporate media world even in any fractal part much less the whole, you've never worked for a large studio, you all just rumor bullshit to each other off of google blurbs you're too illiterate and biased to really understand. Your capability in understanding media events is even lower than your understanding of the internet. It's time to accept that.

and before you try to console yourselves that you, idk, annoyed me or something, this is what my conversation looks like with my friends

Vinnie wants so bad to chase out the trans man but is so powerless she can't even do THAT because he walked out on his own after setting everything she loved on fire and hitting her in the face 20 times a day from other sources while they waste a literal week of life getting rickrolled, god FUCKING bless you, you dumb cunt. Chew on my messaging for all eternity now. I promise you don't have to stalk my blog to even see it!

Also no, coming from google doesn't fucking save you either lmfao

m o r o n s

dunning-kruger ass yeehaws

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