#i understood this effect back in high school already so it isn't even helpful to me rn he's just- mad scientist lad

[respectthepetty]

GMMTV 2024 Part 1 - Hot Tops

I did this last year, so I guess I'll do it this year too even though I'm salty like the Great Lakes in Utah about not getting JoongDunk, release dates for the remaining 2023 shows, nor Midnight Museum 2. Even though I have questions like if High School Fremeny is gonna be queer and why GMMTV is determined to make Earth seem old (Ossan's Love, really?!), there was a lot that I liked about this lineup like . . .

#1 - ON SALE Peaceful Property

I don't know if this show is a BL or not or what its name is, but I don't care. I'm gonna watch the hell out of it regardless. After enjoying New in The Warp Effect act wild, then Tay in Midnight Museum (thug tears!) be unhinged, I'm excited to see them play to those strengths in the Thai edition of one of my favorite shows, Los Espookys, because we have the rich kid who needs the help of the poor ghost hunters. It looks like a funny (and heartwarming) take on los espookys, so I'll be scared, but it has color coding which makes it a HOT TOP for me. - For the Heart

#2 - Wandee Goodday

Great was queer in Manner of Death. It was canon to me, so I followed him to Catch Me Baby where he clearly wasn't queer, but NetJames as the support were, so it was a win. So I'll be damn sure to follow this fine man on this wild adventure with Inn where he is playing an actual queer. Like he knows "he is queer and is already having casual sex with a guy" queer. It also features THOR, DRAKE and POND, while being directed by GOLF with the possibility of color coding, so who am I to argue with perfection. - For the Kinks

#3 - My Golden Blood

I don't like vampires, but I love camp, and nothing gets campier than this pilot trailer even if was unintentional. I laughed so many times during it that I'm going to treat this as a comedy whether it is or not. It had Neo and Mond while also saving some space for potential "older" vampires to show up (Papang anyone?). Fluke Gawin continues to take one for the team, yet stays winning, so thank this babygirl for his service, while Joss serves body. Amen. - For the Laughs

#4 - The Trainee

Everyone looks miserable in corporate America Thailand, which is realistic because it is soul-sucking and never-ending, but OffGun are getting to play adults AGAIN, and like I wrote last year - They are Kelly Clarkson. Even at their worst, they are better than every one else, performance-wise, and they have View, Piploy, and Sea with his beautiful side profile as supports. Because it is an office BL, I'm already rooting for it, and it features Gun crying which is only rivaled by Khaotung tearing up, meaning it's marvelous. - For the Adults

#5 - Kidnap

Both Ohms are in it with Title and a newbie, but I'm only showing up 42% for them and 58% for PAPANG! That's it! That's the reason. - For the PAPANG!

Honorable Mention - Pluto

It's really shitty of me to put a picture of the bully, played by THOR (again!), as the image for this when it is a GL, but the entire reason it isn't even ranked is because . . .

WHAT WAS IT ABOUT?!

There are twins? One gets in a car accident with her husband right after the wedding or on the way to the wedding? The other twins takes her place to figure out what happened? But falls back in love with her bestie? Or were they already in love? Or did the chick actually love the other twin? Make it make sense, Mary! All I truly understood was Thor & Baseball Bat. Everything else was confetti. - For the ???

Everything Else

As usual, I'm showing up for everything queer, so even if I'm not looking forward to them I'll watch them.

But Ossans' Love . . . really, GMMTV? *eye roll for making me sit through it again in another language*

#Peaceful property the series #Wandee Goodday #gmmtv 2024 #my golden blood #the trainee #kidnap the series #pluto the series #when is part 2? #because it better have Midnight Museum 2 #IT BETTER! #Hurry up and finish school Joong so I can get another series with Dunk

[threebooksoneplot]

love this podcast so much! this is probably a bit of a nuts ask but i just wanted to let you guys know that you've genuinely helped me in real life- I was approached by two Mormon missionaries today (i live in the UK so it was Unexpected to say the least) and for the entirety of the conversation I was remembering how you mentioned on one of your episodes (99% sure it was you guys) about how being on missionary is most Mormons' first experience of the wider world so you should do your best to be polite etc. all the context you gave genuinely helped me navigate the conversation so much lmao, you guys are entertaining AND educational 10/10

oh wow!! daaaamn, good for you!

and yeah, that sounds like something we would say. I (G) can't seem to dig up receipts right now but the tl;dr is that oftentimes, door-to-door evangelism of the kind mormon missionaries and jehovah's witnesses engage in is less effective at converting people, but highly effective at reinforcing to the group's members that all outsiders are Cruel And Sinful and therefore you should never leave The Church because that's where the only good and kind people are.

but also, like, 90% of the time the reason I (G) try to be kind to mormon missionaries is because they're like 20 and have never been allowed the simple joy of a macchiato (but must try to fill that void with vile concoctions of dr pepper, gummy worms, and half 'n half, apparently.)

also, let the record show that "being kind" does not mean showing any interest whatsoever in converting to mormonism, or leading them on to that effect! but it costs $0 to wish them a nice day and be a shining example of how wearing spaghetti straps does not in fact lead to sacrificing live goats to satan.

anyway. we're proud of you, anon! glad you like the ole podcast 🤠

—G

yeah this is awesome to hear!! and even to add onto this, that sort of advice is pretty good to utilize just in general when talking to people from these ultra-conservative, super-sheltered (and yes, usually religious) upbringings. like G said, you don't need to lie to them and make them believe that "oh yeah totally i'm absolutely going to see you this sunday and I sure will consider changing the entirety of my belief system/morals!" but, yknow, just be kind. it's good to do even for Normal Regular people you see on the street. but this isn't sesame street so I won't start that brand of schoolyard lecture.

semi-related, but a little tangential: my super-strict catholic high school used to invite mormon missionaries to come and 'speak with' specific religious classes (usually the TrulyCatholic bitches took these) every year. and every year we heard about how "lol the ridiculous mormons keep coming and being nice to us to try and talk about their religion as if we're EVER going to change our minds and believe in their FAKE and WRONG version of christianity?? isn't it so stupid that they're so patient and kind to us even as sister catherine anne stands back and lets us bully—I mean, debate these guys? anyways I wonder when the morons—I mean, mormons, will stop coming back. 😌💅"

and to this day I still think about those guys! because I never understood their willingness to come back every year, and I could not fathom why they were consistently so nice. learning more about mormonism through this podcast has really helped my ex-catholic ass look at the outside world and be like "oh, we were the assholes. I mean, I knew that already, but shit." and tbh i'm sure they honestly loved coming to my school, because nothing will solidify your own stance/opinion on a group of 'outsiders' than a mob of privileged ravenous catholic teenagers. anyways, let that be a refrain for you on your new day-to-day: don't be like the catholics, be kind. amen 🙏

—shannon

#asks #mormonism mention

[cityoftreesanddreams]

my professor: says he doesn't intend to get into explaining this specific sub-topic at least five times during the lecture

all of us: okay, cool

my professor, one presentation slide later: *explains that specific sub-topic in depth for ten minutes*

#fsjhdhs this is so fUNNY #he was like 'we already talked about the coriolis effect i'm not telling you again' *clicks to next slide* 'so how it works is...' #i understood this effect back in high school already so it isn't even helpful to me rn he's just- mad scientist lad #professor #university #studyblr

[frustrated-writer-skyeknight]

A High School Story, Chapter 50

Not mine. You can read the actual work here. Posting for an Ao3 friend since they don’t have a Tumblr and can’t be bothered to make one. 

Listen to Rewrite the stars by SkyeKnight on #SoundCloud

https://soundcloud.app.goo.gl/qW4KK

After Sharpay's performance, Vance stood from the table and started to move towards the sides of the stage. Frowning, Derby followed him, while Sharpay and Peyton made their stage exit.

    "Honey, please don't make a scene."

Vance turned to his wife, his expression softening at the tone his wife used. After days of cold fronts and only being spoken to if he had to discuss something of immediate concern, like the case they filed against Dalton, hiring the best therapist to help Ryan deal with the trauma, or the talent show preparations.

But her tone had mostly been void of emotion, almost deadpan at times. This was the first time that she was speaking it in softer tone. Almost pleading. How could Vance go against it?

Of course, he wasn't intending on making a scene. He just wanted to talk to his daughter, about allowing her relationship with Peyton once more. That would mean allowing Peyton to be able to interact with Ryan as well, though they would need to talk about him not making himself a bridge for his son and Jack's boy.

Before he could respond though, instead of Fulton's voice coming next to announce the next performers, another song he's never heard before started to play. And when he looked to the stage, he gawked at the sight of Troy Bolton taking the stage, with a starry background similar to what was used during their winter musical. Troy cast his sights towards something above.

Vance gawked as well when his son was shown overhead, being held up by a harness of sorts.

Troy took a moment to look out to the crowd, towards Vance Evans. He figured it might not be in his best interest to single him out pointedly, but the man needed to know it was wrong of him to keep him and Ryan apart just because they were both boys.

He trusted that his mother was right; Troy did nothing wrong, and neither did Ryan. And that was what they were here tonight to show him.

Everyone.

Ryan started being lowered to the stage, holding his hand out to Troy.  And it took much self control from both their parts not to pull each other in for a kiss. It's been weeks, and this is the first time that they've been able to see each other, much less touch each other. But something more important was on the line right now, and they needed to focus on that.

Because that same thing was fighting for the right to be able to do that.

For now, they settled for taking in each other in an embrace before waltzing across the stage. Though admittedly, compared to what Sharpay and Peyton had done, it mostly looked like simple slow dancing and turning.

Of course, for both of them, it was more than enough to be able to hold the other close after being denied it for so long.

They held on to the last note, till Zeke and Jason came on stage with a rolling wall prop.

Vance's blood ran cold, and he immediately made a dash to the side of the stage exits. Like his wife asked, he didn't make a scene. But there were more than one way to put a stop to the show.

Which was something prepared for, it seemed.

    "Daddy, please wait." Sharpay was blocking the way back stage, with Peyton just behind her, where the ropes were to pull the curtains close. "You need to see why it's wrong of you to keep them apart; that they aren't any less meant to be than Peyton and me."

    Vance gave her a hard look. "I could ground you for this young lady," he said. And to think he was considering on going to let her date Peyton again.

    "Then ground me afterwards," The heiress didn't budge, and Vance was astounded at the fact that she didn't even try arguing "But not until you see how they work well together. And if you'll still keep them apart after this, then you'll be no better than the kinds of people you fear would hurt Ryan just for liking the same sex."

    Vance frowned, and felt a touch to his arm. He looked to find Derby, looking at him imploringly as well. "Please dear," she started, "you didn't disrupt your daughter's performance. Don't be cruel, extend the same courtesy to your son. There's time for talk later, isn't there?"

The man sighed, relenting. If there was one thing he hated more than somebody causing harm to his children, it was making his children think he favored either of them more than the other.

Ryan pressed against the walls Jason and Zeke were pressing against him. The blond was amazed at how the prop walls looked similar to the interior of their own high school. It was a wonder at how much the team could accomplished when they worked together, similar to what they'd done before the callbacks.

The blond supposed it wasn't just an exaggeration or pep talk when the wildcats had high regards for team work.

Especially considering the fact that Kelsi managed to come up with two new songs, for his sister and Peyton as well as for him and Troy, in such short notice. Or maybe she already did have it in her reservoir of compositions, Ryan wouldn't doubt the possibility.

Either way, if this doesn't convince his dad to let him be with Troy, Ryan didn't know what else would.

Troy pushed against the walls as well, managing to break free just as Ryan did only for him to start ascending to the air once more, soaring through the air as shimmering lights made twinkling effects around him.

The brunette made a show of looking after Ryan longingly, as if wanting to reach him, which may not exactly be farther from the truth. Before moving off stage.

Troy showed up once more, on top of the same of the same balcony propped used during Sharpay and Peyton's performance. Only it was covered in a large, dark cloth all glittered up so that when the lights reflected on it just enough, it looked like it was shimmering.

As the stagehands, Zeke and Jason helped move it across the stage, so it appeared as Troy was trying to pursue Ryan as the blond continued soaring above. When he flew right, the balcony was rolled far left, and vice versa, so as to portray that they always met at the middle with their arms outstretched to the other, but still far out of reach.

And although his harness wasn't loosening, Ryan made a particular hand movement.

Vance watched his son perform with Troy. More than their performance, he watched how the way they looked at each other. It made him uneasy, but not for the reason he thought.

His resolve was crumbling, and the only thing maintaining it was the fear over his son's well being.

The man knew he had riches, enough to buy off people if necessary. But even he understood its boundaries, and he knew no amount of riches made him above the world. If the world went after his son because of this, he knew he wouldn't be able to protect him forever.

Was he ready to accept not being the only one who has to?

As it was reaching the bridge of the song, his heart leapt to his throat as he watched his son suddenly fall. The crowd released audible gasps as well. But the song continued, as Troy easily caught him in his arms.

The two shared another meaningful embrace before they started to make  their descent down the prop, with Jason and Zeke readying the walls once more. But unlike earlier, the two repelled them from enclosing and trapping them by simply holding up their arms towards it.

The two basketball players laid the walls down in a certain way.

Troy and Ryan stood over them, each of their hands holding the others' as they were elevated a feet off. With each other's help, they kept their balance as they were brought higher and higher.

They sang to each other, trapped in a tunnel vision as if they were the only two people around.

Troy cradled the blond's face into his hands, and Ryan raised his to press them on the brunette's as well.

Letting go of their inhibitions from earlier, the two finally gave into kissing each other, as the platform started to recede and they were slowly descending back down.

Some of the less than open-minded guess their outraged known, drawing a scowl from Vance's expression. He wanted to go there himself and take care of it, until he sees that Fulton had security take care of it promptly.

Although his expression turned to surprise, because he didn't remember Jack Bolton getting an invite to the talent show, nor was he hired as security. But for some reasons, he had the uniform. He raised a brow, looking towards his daughter.

The heiress didn't meet his eyes, simply whistling innocently.

    "You thought of everything, didn't you?"

    Sharpay met his eyes then, but looked all too proud of herself instead of guilty. "I assure you daddy, I have no idea what you're talking about." She said.

#Fanfiction #Troy x Ryan #High School Musical

[clo2edloop-blog]

Lesson 3: "All men are predators" isn't so abstract when they're at your dinner table

A couple days ago I learned that the friend of mine from Lesson 1.1 raped his girlfriend two or more times in her sleep over the past month and a half. She contacted my girlfriend in confidence and asked what their sex life had been like. That's a weird fucking question and after some prodding she revealed that the guy (who I'll call "Josh" for now) had fucked her and ejaculated in/on her while unconscious at least twice that she could remember. She says she has a recording of him admitting guilt and a few days ago she broke up with him, effectively putting him on the street since she's his only contact in that city. My business partners bought him a ticket to his home state to get him away from her. He doesn't seem to realize that any of us know. I'm going to recap my relationship with him, my observations about his behaviors, the stories my girl has told me of her time with him, and collate all of those points into a greater picture that should have shut this entire thing down years ago: Josh, for as long as I've known him, has been a habitual liar. We bonded quickly and intensely as friends and brothers from the moment we met each other because we were essentially imprisoned in a very violent situation under a violent and unstable man who was exploiting our naïveté and youth for free labor on his pot farm. Under these circumstances I forgave him for his obvious fibs and tall tales because neither of us were great at staying sane in that situation and I wrote it off as some sort of coping mechanism. The pathological nature of his dishonesty became apparent to me later on, namely in regards to the situation with my girlfriend. The lies he told before, during and afterwards were boundless and blatant, and pointless too. The ones I've already covered are that she was not his girlfriend and that he had lied to her extensively about the living arrangements, but that's a drop in the bucket. After leaving he told me he dumped her because "she wasn't girlfriend material" which I knew to be untrue. He told me she manipulated and abused him emotionally, which I doubted. Among many other completely fabricated stories and examples, he spun me an elaborate tale of their relationship and its finality. Through all of this I was fucking that same girl and talking to her regularly and I knew that even if what he was telling me wasn't necessarily untrue, it was being hotly contested by an obviously more trustworthy party. I don't know why I allowed him to lie to me like that for years, about big and little things alike, without ever challenging him. Maybe I just didn't want the confrontation, or maybe I really wanted to believe him because he was my friend. Maybe I understood that we were all each other had for support through those years and any sacrifice I made to maintain that was necessary. Either way, he disturbed me to various degrees again and again but I always managed to subdue my alarm and carry on as usual. He's also always been a mooch. To date I have never known him to have his own money. His mother sent him to work that job so he could learn some independence and adult life skills, and it didn't work. I, on the other hand, am a resourceful and skilled individual when it comes to keeping money in my pocket--I'll even steal as long as it falls within strict Robin Hood ethics--and because of that it often fell on me to keep him fed and smoking. He's lazy, and I kept him employed by covering his ass. He always got us into trouble, he was messy, he was mannerless, he recklessly damaged property, he used and ruined a lot of my stuff with no remorse, he borrowed money endlessly with no intention of ever paying it back, and he never seemed to mature. As time passed he simply wasn't progressing in age. Our friendship has always been extremely one-sided. Of course I vented and complained and screamed about that in my text messages to friends and family but at the end of the day I swallowed my grievances and accepted the situation, putting my foot down just often enough to keep him respectful of my money before he inevitably convinced me to give him even more of it. He's also violent and confrontational. His testosterone seems to flow with vigor matched only by his insecurity, and he's never more than a hair trigger away from a full blown screaming tantrum about something stupid. This volatility expressed itself many times as he repeatedly fought and polarized with everyone around us; the worst example by far was his meltdown over the girl that ultimately cost him his job and my respect. There have been too many instances of his rage episodes to reasonably recount here. Again, I always chalked that up to the living situation we were trapped in. Every day he endured some degree of racism from our coworkers and sometimes I even managed to admire his antics, because I certainly felt that same rage most of the time but I couldn't risk expressing it. Look, I don't know why I put up with everything. I don't know why I continued to talk to him and hide what I knew about his sexual misconduct or why I kept loaning him money and watching his back for another year afterwards. I'm David Franco in 21 Jump Street when the hotel gunfight erupts. I'm a lot of talk and a righteous ethical policeman but once the shooting starts I'm a frightened mess, frozen and useless. My girlfriend told me not to tell anybody or him that I knew of those many mornings in the tent, and so I never said anything. Did I have to continue to host him and remain a loyal and virtuous friend? Absolutely not but I did anyway. I'm not skilled at dealing with this situation. I'm humiliated by the entire thing. I don't have a skill set for this. Since my feminist awakening a few years ago I've been buried by an avalanche of terrifying revelations that almost every guy friend I've ever had still carries some absolutely disgusting and ignorant views of women. One of my closest friends told me with a straight face that he doesn't believe that sexism or sexual misconduct is systemic, and that only a barely quantifiable fraction of men account for all sexual assaults in this country. Another guy routinely brings underage girls home with him. A childhood friend of mine was expelled from his high school over a rape allegation that in hindsight I know to be true without question. A lady friend of mine is married to a man who routinely berates and mocks her for being a feminist, and truly believes that false rape accusations are an epidemic and feminism is a flawed concept. He's an "All Lives Matter" fam. There's simply no end to it, and I have no fucking idea how to get used to it. Josh was another example of this and there were enough external factors at play--all of which affected my considerable income--for me to just pretend it never happened, which is mortifying to reflect on. More than anything I can't help but wonder if my saying something to him about his sexual misconduct might've spared this latest girl from his depravity. Perhaps it would have shattered the facade he thought he was successfully living and he would have rectified his behavior, or at least refrained for fear that he'd be outed again. I just don't know and I'll never find out. Now I'm in a position where I have the choice to continue my friendship with him or end it, and I've soundly chosen the latter. I spammed him with Facebook messages berating and shaming him for who he is and what he's done. I spread the word to all of our mutual connections in the area that he's cut off from our resources and attention for good, or they'll answer to me for it. I was as careful as I could be not to implicate his most recent victim but I sure as hell spilled guts about my girlfriend. I don't know if any of it made a difference to him. I can see that he read the messages but there was no reply so I blocked him. The worst part though--with regards to my faults along the way--is that I allowed his lies and bullshit to put considerable strain on my relationship with that girl. There were a lot of things going on that fucked with my head. For one, she never stopped bringing him up in conversation and would regard him as a poster child for feminist men (because of his Facebook arguments)...in the same sentence as her descriptions of his abuse. I would get absolutely livid and be close to screaming about how confused that made me, and why on earth she still talked to him. I wanted nothing more than for her to give me the go-ahead to confront him about what he'd done to her, because that meant I could sever the friendship and make peace with myself...but she never did, and even though I can understand why, I tormented myself over how she could still say a positive thing about him. Furthermore, he would constantly throw their relationship in my face in these strange backhanded ways that had me double-taking so hard my neck probably snapped once or twice. His endless stream of lies crawled into the depths of my rational mind and began to turn it inside out, and on more than one occasion I found myself in hysterics at my girl demanding to know who was lying to me. I embarrassed myself many times. Through all of this she would simply say that she was the more trustworthy of the two and that she wanted nothing to do with him and could I PLEASE just stop questioning everything because it wasn't even my problem! But I couldn't, and I think a major reason that girl and I are due for a breakup anytime now is because I allowed Josh to stress me out to a degree from which I don't know long it'll take to recover. I've come to associate her with confusion, paranoia, lies, suspicion, him, everything bad. No matter how hard I've tried to get him out of my head he's still in there, rubbing her in my face smugly lying about the vile things he's done to her, and she's still in there singing his praises and fondly remembering their sex life in between catalogues of his sexual assaults. I hope I never see him again. I hope I never hear about him again. My relationship is doomed for a number of reasons but chief among them, second only to the emotional turmoil we put each other through with our own baggage, is the way her "Josh" chapter twisted my mind up and wrung it of any sense as if it were a wet towel. It's been a truly demeaning and disheartening experience for both of us. I'm not proud of how I've handled it.