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aroacehanzawa · 1 year

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WHAT R UR THOUGHTS ON BUDDY DADDIES EPISODE 8 🙏

I THINK IT WAS OUTSTANDING

First off, from the very first scene with Miri asking Rei where he's going and then saying but his home is here, and he says "THAT'S TRUE". AS TRUE AS HOW MUCH I CRIED UPON HEARING THAT

I think this episode was a great continuation from last episode's Kazuki-focused perspective, where Kazuki accepted to move on and essentially to live in the present from now on, the present that includes Miri and Rei. And now we got to follow Rei trying to find his place and accepting that his heart belongs with the little Kazuki & Miri family that he has little by little become more a part of than he realises.

I think the episode did a great job portraying how conflicted Rei is as he stands in-between having to continue his family business and having found a new home, which he might not necessarily feel like he belongs to (yet), but which he wants to belong to. And it's the way he did not outright say this, but what he does say is that there is something he also wants to protect, in direct parallel to his former mentor who was fighting to protect his significant other!!!

I also love how Rei's journey in this episode didn't end on some super optimistic final note (which last episode kind of did with Kazuki, the sun breaking out when he comes to his realisation and the colourful flowers and everything) but rather showing how Rei has simply taken the first small steps towards the future he wants, and sometimes that's enough.

Like, he's brooding and contemplating his identity and place in the world when Kazuki calls and he just lets it ring, but he picks it up in the end. Kazuki comes and he doesn't want to get in the car, but he does. We get to see their first meetings and how Kazuki took care of him, and even back then it was just a small step Rei took - he let Kazuki help. Rei asks if they can really change, and Kazuki doesn't know - but he took the step to ask, and Kazuki answered honestly. And that's already a change, this decision of theirs to step by step try to do the right thing so that they can live their lives the way they want, together with Miri. And in this episode it culminated in Rei smiling at sleepy Miri and the birthday table prepared by Kazuki, and that's enough for now.

Idk idk just think this series does such a wonderful job in showing the character's personal journeys and the difficulties of not just their jobs and lifestyles but also, very obviously, of two men raising a child together, and it does this in such a magnificent way with the perfect balance between optimistic and realistic. This episode was just another part of the wonderful whole, and it stands out so well on its own while still being such an important turning point in our main characters' story as a whole!

Also that ending scene?????? i won't survive the angst of the next episodes

#SORRY I STARTED RAMBLING there's not a single coherent sentence in there i'm afraid #you asked for my thoughts so those are my pure unfiltered thoughts #ANYWAY IF YOU AREN'T WATCHING BUDDY DADDIES. IT IS NOT TOO LATE #another thing - the photo of kazuki and miri in the supermarket was such a straight forward parallel to the photo of rei's former mentor #and his fiancee? wife? i forget #i've seen some criticism about how the show has very clearly put kazuki in the 'mother/housewife' role but #here i have to echo what some others had said - that there is still nothing heteronormative about the story of two single men raising a #child together. like you can say all you want about how kazuki does the cooking and the cleaning #but the very fact that they are NOT actually a man and woman living together already separates them from the context of a power imbalance #that would exist between a similar but heterosexual relation specifically because of patriarchy #like the unfair division of labour between husband and wife is one that is specifically rooted in sexism throughout history #whereas in this case it merely PARALLELS the typical parental roles without actually having this inherent power imbalance #i'm not well read enough on feminist theory to say anything more on the subject but you get what i mean?#and i think last episode already did a great job showing that kazuki DOES find it unfair that rei doesn't contribute enough at home #i think that was good commentary that applies to any household and family in general and not just the heterosexual nuclear family #i just don't think it's right to say that this series is being heteronormative #that's all folks #buddy daddies

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crownedwille · 1 year

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if young royals season 2 has a million fans i'm one of them. if young royals season 2 has ten fans, then i am one of them. if young royals season 2 has only one fan then that is me. if young royals season 2 has no fans, then that means i am no longer on earth. if the world is against young royals season 2 then i am against the world

#i just felt the need to make this meme lmao #i love season 2 so much like i'm hyperfixaxing specifically on that one #season one is beautiful and great obviously and has a certain magic to it and i get why so many love that season #but maybe bc there was so much hype around that first season i wanna give some love to season 2 #people who didn't like s2: i'm so sorry you didn't get it #and who complain about the lack of wilmon intimacy scenes and how much we get of sara and august: die mad about it i guess #no literally you didn't get it #i personally love to see wilhelm and simon separately and see them make mistakes and pine after one another #i also love their not so sweet moments when we get fights between them - both scenes in ep 5 of both seasons - they're so good #painful but necessary and they're also so good at those moments when they're not being tender and happy with each other #the conflict and arguments aren't cheap and annoying how it often can be in shows to create drama between a couple #but that's not the case with them and when it's actually important and necessary i love conflict #bc we're coming out on the other side then #it's about the growth #all the conflict was so important this season so we could get to that ending #alright that just went a little into another direction #anyway that doesn't mean you can't prefer season 1 but objectively s2 is at least just as good #maybe i'm biased bc i didn't get obsessed with yr until after s2 came out and basically binged them both together #and wasn't immediately into the show when s1 came out like almost everyone else seemed to be #young royals #yrtalk

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vanilkaplays · 8 months

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And so it starts. Somebody in the BG3 fandom sees a post they don't like by somebody who probably hasn't even finished the game yet to know the full context, and they need to be like, "Is anyone going to make a callout post about that?" and don't wait for an answer.

#why do people who are clearly passionate about character analysis #which is a great thing!#have to word their posts in such a confrontational way?#like 'sorry darlings but I do hope that you noticed that x character is actually going through xyz'#'ah but clearly you don't know any better. not LIKE I DO'#can't they just write their interpretation normally?#I don't even disagree with the core of the post but like ffs chill #some people aren't even done playing #maybe let them have fun and fall for the things they're supposed to fall for and discover the things they're supposed to gradually discover #and tag your fucking spoilers #sigh #sorry don't mind me #just a little annoyed #I'm disabling reblogs because I don't want to start anything

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knifegremliin · 3 days

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hate that i'm back to blasting my fucking ear drums out, just so i don't hear the fucking dogs

#🔪.text #sorry i am. very tired.#the ear muffs were great initially. but now they aren't enough.#because the dogs barking stresses me the fuck out now #and they alone can't completely block them all out.#so now i have to wear them and start blasting my ear drums out again.#i hate this. it hurts. but it's better than having to hear the fucking dogs #i'm trying to not do it unless they're barking but. god.#they just bark all the fucking time.#i am so tired.#at least tomorrow i go to a petsitting job for two weeks.#so i'll finally have some fucking peace without dogs.

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its-paperd · 1 year

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okay.

i can't hide everything.

mom's not gonna be happy about it. she's definitely gonna scold me.

scared. but.

it's fine.

it's the internet!! there are things that can't be blocked or hide. it's fine.

it's going to be fine. just try not to panic. just don't panic.

you're old enough to handle things. stop crying.

#💧damp paper'd.#things aren't going well for my grades and she's planning to take it away.#listen. i think it was about time anyways. don't blame my parents. i got too addicted.#still. i'm worried about my friends. chair. third. all my followers. my mutuals.#i'm scared that i'm gonna lose them at some point. i.#i'm sorry. i'm so sorry. i just had to get this out somewhere.#i'm scared. i don't wanna lose everyone again. it was hard enough to try and stop clinging to them.#again PLEASE don't assume my parents are bad. they're great and i love them with all my heart. it was bound to happen. trust me.#i'm... okay. i have a great family. i'm fine. just.... slightly panicking.#sorry. sorry. i'm so sorry.#i just don't wanna lose everyone again.#don't reply #maybe i need some reassurance. idk. i'm just scared.

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whysamwhy123 · 6 months

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Broke - MJF vs Omega

Woke - Shida vs Abadon, Fright Night Fight

#aew lb #YEAH I SAID WHAT I SAID #Y'all can keep your Unlikeable Alleged Babyface vs Unlikeable Alleged Babyface main event BULLSHIT #GIVE ME TWO GENUINELY LOVEABLE NERDS COSPLAYING AND HITTING EACH OTHER WITH PUMPKINS AND BONES AND GRAVESTONES #Look I'm sorry that some of you just aren't capable of appreciating True Art #But I am a connoisseur with more discerning taste and I will not apologise #Real talk I'm not being remotely ironic when I say Shida/Abadon is one of my favourite rivalries in AEW #They have great chemistry and you can always tell they're having a lot of fun playing off of each other #Shida's legit the GOAT and Abadon is just so fucking cool #Give these bitches their flowers NOW.

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outeremissary · 1 year

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!! (a surprise for you :))

A surprise indeed, haha. As usual, this was how I discovered I had posted something. This was uhh. Not my most prepared night for it.

Hmm... I guess this will just be random rambling, and I don't have any nice, new art for this, so it's going to all be old art that's mostly not colored (lot of it is years old and I hadn't uhhh figured out the color thing). Anyway, Caina Lilindel, the ghost who haunts this blog and I am geased to have as my pfp forever.

First the meta notes: Caina was a grugach (mechanically wood elf- the UA for grugach hadn't been released yet) rogue inquisitive I played in a Curse of Strahd game that ran from 2017 to 2020. He was loosely based on a side character from an abandoned project I worked on periodically during my first year of university (which was then loosely inspired by something in VtM, but that's not important), and I made him as a quick, edgy character who I wouldn't mind dying because the DM was very adamant that the first area was a meat grinder and we might TPK. He survived though, and I was left to play my joke concept straight. And then I got really into that. Really, really into that.

Caina was a secretive exile who had been wandering the world alone for almost three decades at the start of the game. He was sharp-tongued and abrasive, never willing to help anyone for free. He hated risk but easily plunged into recklessness at the behest of emotions he made only the barest efforts to keep in check. He was always pushing away those who might befriend him, and every time someone responded to his vulnerability with kindness he recoiled as if they could burn him- or as if he would burn them. He hated being touched but yearned for intimacy. He killed without a second thought but argued passionately against dealing out further death. He was an absolutely wretched liar on the occasion he tried, and in moments of peace he was an excellent cook and unfailingly kind to children. His primary hobbies were card games and reading unimaginably trashy novels- he was the only member of the party who recognized van Richten, and that was because he was a longtime fan of a horribly prolific series of pulp thrillers based on van Richten's adventures. He had a way of following those he respected or cared about as if starstruck- he never knew what to do with his feelings. And despite his own tendency to break his word or bail on things he could never recover from anything he felt was betrayal. I always loved the combination of vulnerability and prickliness.

(backstory summary that got ahead of me ahead. and this. isn't even everything.)

Caina was born in a small semi-nomadic community in a hilly land and lived his early life without ever straying from his home. Life moved slowly and quietly there, the circular turning of seasons the only visible mark of the gentle passage of time in a community of near immortals. He was one of very few children and the spacing between the youths of the community was easily such that a child could be the only in their age group all their young life until reaching the more even ground of adulthood. But Caina was fortunate. There was another child his age in his home: a boy born the very same year as him, timing so close that the two were often called twins. That boy was Avél, Caina's best friend, constant companion, and the first person to lose his life at Caina's hands.

Caina was a quiet, diligent child who always went along with everything his more outgoing friend wanted to do. From a young age they shared the same dreams of adventure and tale-worthy glory far from home- although Caina would never be able to say if heroic legends had always set his heart racing or if this dream too was simply following Avél. He was known as a sweet child, one constantly fretted over and sheltered by his mother, who feared for a son who had been born sickly, and his grandmother (the family matriarch), who was intent on raising an eldest son who would be useful to his family. He would have duties when he aged, his grandmother knew: to his parents, to his grandparents, to his cousins, and if the Most Revered was good, to a sister who could pass down the name of the family to another generation. It wasn't for eldest sons or only sons to stuff their heads full of fairy tales and stray.

In contrast to quiet Caina, Avél was a troublemaker and a free spirit. He was never one to be confined by a rule if he could challenge it, and as a second son with no sister who would one day rely on him to keep the house for her, Avél's life had a certain openness to it. His tricks and disappearances were met with gentle scolding but never with restriction. He could imagine any future ahead of him, could dream of danger and distant lands, of anything in the world he desired. Anything he wished for might be his. And what he wished for was to be taken under the wing of the gruff old huntress Siyir. Siyir had been further afield than any of the others who wore the title of ranger. She had gone well beyond simply charting the movements of the community or passing messages between the pockets of the grugach people or brokering trade deals. Siyir had slain a griffin. She had descended into human lands, had seen mountains that spat fire and waters that spanned the horizon. She was Avél's vision: a legend who had stepped through campfire flames to stand in the mundane material world. And of course, this meant that Caina worshiped her too.

So the stage of life was set. Two boys, near opposites in every way, but each the other's closest confidante and the mirror of his own experiences- or perhaps less a mirror than a shadow and the bright thing that cast it. Avél pulled Caina out of his shell and into new experiences. He supplied dreams enough for two and invented adventures to match. There was an awe that Avél inspired in Caina. He wanted to nurture passion that could match his friend's to more truly inhabit their shared dreams. He wanted skills to match Avél's natural athleticism and way with words. It gave him a hunger to keep up, to learn, to know, to show that he too was equal. But nothing he did ever seemed to bring the two of them even. His boldness crumpled under caution, his hesitance and appeals to the wisdom of elders earning him affectionate teasing as a stick in the mud. He could never run as fast or far as Avél or climb as high or win tussles between them without tricks that brought out whines of "no fair! do it right!" The skills Caina learned alone bored Avél. Cooking was dull and far beneath a legend, Avél insisted. Wayfinding was useful but too much work- Caina was the smart one, so he could take care of it, couldn't he? And the runes of a seldom used writing system (taught to Caina by the community's shaman) were entertaining only for an afternoon or two- he laughed when Caina asked later if he'd been practicing them, and Caina's ears burned with shame for finding them so fascinating in the first place.

With age came a sharper sense of the distance between them. Avél was the golden child of the community, Caina his keeper. When Avél broke his arm falling out of a tree on a forbidden excursion it was worth a day's scolding that quickly melted into doting and repetition of the grand tale of his adventure for months, while Caina was reprimanded for allowing Avél to hurt himself and then quickly forgotten as more than a timid accessory to Avél. Siyir took interest in Avél, but Caina quickly realized had little in him: she hardly acknowledged Caina when she spoke to the two of them together, and she had a way of only offering things when Caina wasn't around. And Avél, for his part, hardly seemed to protest surprise hunting trips at dawn or archery advice when Caina was unavailable. He always shared what he learned afterwards, but no matter how many times Caina asked for Avél to bring him along the next time there was always an excuse when that next time came around. Suspicion set in that his friend was hoarding time with the huntress to himself. And when the changes of puberty began Avél grew taller and filled out better. His features emerged from teen acne as defined and handsome, new edges to his face only making the soft twinkle in his eyes seem brighter and the creases of his smile kinder. Caina stayed spindly and awkward. It was painfully clear that strength would never come to him naturally, and without it a slight edge of grace didn't feel like much. He began to distance himself from Avél to have time to hone skills his friend had and he felt he lacked. But it was never enough to do more than keep up. Just to keep up, and hope desperately that Avél's aimless talent would one day lose to training.

And then Caina's mother gave birth to a daughter, and Caina was too old to miss the meaning of the event. The first brother's duty was to his sister- to be a part of her household more constant than a partner, for those were fluid and often changed over the long turning of the decades, and more vigorous than a mother, who would one day be claimed by the years. To share in her generation and her legacy. Caina would go from a childhood sidekick to Avél to a supporting character in the tale of Cailo. There would be no breath for his own story, his own adventures. Like that he added Avél's freedom to the endless list of envies.

Yet Avél, in his careless optimistic way, never acknowledged the change. They still had the same dreams, the same loves, the same life. Even as Avél spent more time with Siyir as Caina helped care for his baby sister Avél danced around it. Any time the future was questioned Avél suddenly had a new story that needed telling immediately or somewhere to go or something that needed doing. And sometimes he simply laughed and pushed it away.

In the midst of this stormy sea of adolescence, Siyir decided to take an apprentice.

The decision wasn't an announcement, but a challenge. The ranger let it be known to all of the youths that she would take on whichever best passed a series of tests she set. Worth, she said, was the only way to decide who was fit to carry a legacy like hers. And that worth superseded all else: she would take her chosen apprentice and no other, and it was known without ever being said that likewise nothing could take her chosen from her.

Worth.

Caina knew all her skills secondhand, but had practiced them to the best perfection he could imagine. He knew the one who would ultimately be the only true competitor inside and out. Siyir had never seen him, but he could make her. He would show her that he was worthy.

He matched Avél in every test. He could shoot, he could hunt, he could track, he could pitch a camp of his own. He was still Avél's superior when it came to navigation, even if his friend had improved. The few other challengers quickly proved half-hearted and dropped out. It was only Caina and Avél, just like it had always been.

The night before Siyir's last test, Caina returned home late. He had gone out to gather herbs for the shaman, Galen, and been sidetracked by the urge to practice one last thing. When he passed by Siyir's dwelling, he caught the sound of a familiar voice that gave him pause: his grandmother was in Siyir's home.

He crept closer, and the conversation became clearer. His grandmother was asking what she was meant to do if Caina won the contest. Who would be there for Cailo? Was their family simply to dwindle, plagued by foolish wanderlust and misfortune? Caina could hear in his mind Siyir's counterargument: that many daughters grew up alone, that Cailo didn't want for cousins who could help her, that their father was still with them and far from old. That one son was an acceptable concession for a woman who had once shot a griffin from the sky. That maybe Cailo didn't want her legacy either.

But Siyir said none of those things.

"Avél is my apprentice." It wasn't her usual brusque tone. It was a reassurance, a gentle correction. "I just couldn't let it get to the boy's fool head by letting him have that without a little fight."

Every semblance of hope evaporated. He hardly remembered the rest of the night- only the listless dreams that tore at him whenever he tried to rest. He was trapped in a haze.

He was still in that haze when he rose before dawn and found Avél.

They walked out and away from the early spring camp, Avél chattering all the way and glancing over here and there at Caina with something that sometimes looked like relief and other times looked like guilt. Caina was quiet for the most part. He smiled and nodded and urged Avél on. Once or twice he laughed. It was so easy to slip into familiar patterns while following familiar paths. By the time they reached the cliff over the falls, the light made it clear that despite the lingering morning mist dawn was well behind them.

Many years before, a lone long-branched pine growing at the edge of the falls had fallen. The reason was unknown- no one had been around to see it go- but now it lingered in death as persistently as it had in life, laying its lattice of branches out across the open air to form a precarious bridge from one side of the gorge to the other. Mist from the falls left it permanently slick, and between the spring rains and the snowmelt still trickling down the surging falls had crept in precariously close.

When they were younger, they had often talked about crossing it. Avél had take a few steps out, falls plunging down on one side and open air on the other, and Caina managed a half step before begging Avél to come back. "Next time I'll do it," Avél always laughed.

"What do you say- for old time's sake?"

To hear the proposal come from Caina stopped Avél dead. His laughter wasn't the familiar bell of joy. It cracked at the edges- nerves, perhaps, or surprise.

"As if I could say no."

And Avél stepped forward, hesitating a moment at the edge. His eyes flicked to Caina and his mouth hardened into a thin smile. He took his first step onto the trunk. A few steps later, Caina followed.

Looking back, Caina was never sure what he had wanted from that morning. It was like a dream, the roaring falls eating the sound of the world around them and the mists swallowing everything outside that tiny expanse and the figure of his friend.

Somewhere near the center, Avél stopped. He turned and shouted something. Caina read the words on his lips: Let's go back.

Avél was moving his feet, trying to reposition to walk back, when the dreadful inevitable happened. In the blink of an eye he had gone from upright to clinging to one of the branches jutting out from the edge of the trunk below. There was no thought when Caina rushed forward recklessly, bracing himself against one of the more solid branches as he grabbed a slick hand just in time as his beloved friend's support cracked and fell away, useless. Avel dangled at Caina's mercy, clinging with both hands onto Caina's arm as he struggled to find a foothold to pull himself up.

In this moment of nightmare, lucidity returned.

Caina would never be able to say why he brought his friend to the falls. He didn't know why he challenged him at their stupidest, most dangerous childhood game. He didn't know why he followed so close, never allowing Avél the space to turn around. All coincidence. All error. None of it conscious. None of it him.

But he could never forget the moment he chose to let go.

If Avél screamed, Caina never heard. The falls swallowed the sound greedily. In the constant roar of white noise, it seemed like Avél was as silent as a shadow, and when he disappeared into the mist below he became every bit as transient.

There were searches, of course. There was weeping. And finally there was blame. Caina hadn't planned the crime, and only began to hide it too late. Put before the gods in all of Galen's power, he cracked. He had believed like a fool that he had hated Avél. Now as its target he understood what true hate was. Yet for all that, there wasn't heart in a community that couldn't remember ever having an execution to kill another so soon after their loss. No one could remember the curse ever being used either, but Galen knew it all the same.

It was with nothing but the clothes on his back and a new fear of death that Caina left the home he had been cast out of. The brand of defilement burned on his hand, the angry red scar weeks from true healing. Cast out from his home, from all kin, from the sight of the gods themselves, who had sealed his exile with the cursed brand. The legend he had made for himself was one of misery. And beyond its edge, only wandering without rest- always running from the guilt carved into skin and soul.

#I'm sorry this is so so long he's been on my brain lately actually #I am once more ruminating on his life and his world #the caina family tree is Real and very interesting to me because he was actually raised in his paternal grandmother's household #instead of his maternal grandmother's (much more common)#his mother was adopted into his father's family because there hadn't been any daughters in over two hundred years #and it was a source of great anxiety for his grandmother. she had a son and male cousins and nephews #but sons and male cousins and nephews aren't enough. they give support but not legacy. and they wander off if you have too many.#but there was always tension having someone else's daughter in the household #I did not mention galen at all. or hino. or cailo. I'm sorry to have not gotten to talk about any of those three.#I had already gotten Too Sidetracked by lineage and was trying to focus it down!! so siyir was most important #I developed some mythology as well for this. by the end I uhh. don't think that what I was working with resembled my source material at all #my corellon larethian was fun though #I'm going to REALLY regret this in the morning #which is. hm. three hours from now #ask game #ask me emithing #caina lilindel #userharps

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vimbry · 2 years

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you ever see posts that are like, "hey this place doesn't function like many other socials. content will only get shared around by reblogging it, so if you like something, keep that in mind! consider leaving feedback more often too! don't forget to appreciate artists!" and you're like yeees.

but then either that post, or the comments after, descend into, "you should be grateful for fandom creators! reblog everything you see! don't like! they put so much hard work into everything they make for free! you're a consumer and you owe them your attention! it's free! they do it for free!" and you're like noooo oo o.

#also I think. while there prob are some people used to twitter and tiktok who legitimately aren't familiar with the algorithm/lack of #I think people sometimes simply don't want to reblog something. it's not a misconception you can clear up for them #this is not hyperbole. I saw someone call people who engage with fandom creators' content consumers #unless you're talking about commissions/other paid work no we are not #I agree creators DO generally deserve more appreciation and not be treated like automatons who produce your fav thing #but now it's been phrased in a way that's a bit demanding so I'm not going to platform that #I'm sorry but if someone likes something. it means they liked it #and they engaged with it in a way that showed that they liked it #I vastly prefer feedback too! it's my favourite! I actually find it super hard to conceptualise likes despite what I just said lol #but it's something I gotta work on myself #venting makes you feel a bit better but let's not pretend trying to guilt trip people into engaging with you more is going to work #that will at most get you a short wave of pity reblogs. nobody wants that for their creations #idk the inflated sense of self-importance given to internet creators feels really strange to me #I don't get why fandom hobbyist is considered this great title worthy of inherent reverence now #I mean ''now'' isn't exactly true I know there's been BNFs for decades but. I mean just like #the act of Being an online creator for anything gets you treated as if you're some kind of neurotic captive animal

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chronal-anomaly · 1 year

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Blizz comfirming my headcanons that she was, in fact, presumed dead. Which potentially qualified her for a KIA status, meaning that there was a funeral, there was a memorial in her name somewhere, That they likely reduced funding to the program and just fucking left her out there, because there was such a slim chance that she survived that they couldn't justify the money/time/energy to bring her back.

But Winston refused to give up.

AND that means that she spent longer time in the Isolation chamber because nobody though that she would come back, so they had a lot mroe work to do once they saw the sorry state she was in, as far as creating an accelerator that would work for her. Imagine months, maybe up to a year, being stuck in one glass tank, with very little privacy, very little communication, and very little freedom. AND floating in and out of the timeline. God I love her so much.

#( ooc. )#I know a lot of people aren't happy with the new retcons and I'm sorry #But I do like the fact that they added this #because OW was a business at the end of the day #and a business wouldn't bleed out their finances out on one time lost girl #they already scrapped the project and tried to bury it all #ALSO a friend suggested that they may have used some of Sig's research to work with the slipstream #since sig and Dr. Winston worked together #So that's a great theory too #anyway I'm emo #BUT please please please imagine #Lena watching her own funeral #from just on the other side of that damn curtain #she feels Jack or Cass just walk through her #the casket is EMPTY #It would have probably been a smaller affair since it's not known if the slipstream was broadcasted to everyone #But I like to think the scientists would be there #and the strike team maybe #Even if they didn't know her as well #they would have gotten to know her a little bit as she was training for it #And now you can see why her biggest fear is getting forgotten again #of being left behind

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satoshihiwatari · 1 year

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God I hate cooking so fuckin much >:( >:( the act of doing so just is so draining and makes me so exhausted and angry that it feels like PMSing. jel of the people who feel nothing while cooking, or especially the people who like it

#personal #and for some reason whenever I mention this people get SOOO offended #as if people aren't saying the same thing about every other household chore and it's fine?#'I hate doing the dishes or ironing' 'oh yeah I get that'#'I hate cooking' 'YOU HATE COOKING? WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU IT'S SO GREAT'#let me live!!!!!!#sorry for the tone of this post but I'm just so tired and pissed off from having cooked just now

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dontmeanyoudontmissit · 2 years

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#complaint hour but like.#my sister jam packs her schedule and then just makes plans without consulting me #which whatever on some of the stuff but with other stuff it's like... sorry I invited all of our friends down here and now you want to #invite them way up there later that same day? Like??? Fuck me I guess because I'm not making people do the sister tour of new england #I'm so annoyed because I love her fiance I think he's great but the thing that has absolutely sucked than they started dating #is that her plans and their plans always come first no matter fucking what and it's like I'm not even on the list.#whoops I'm still mad about her being 'unable' to take 3hrs off for my graduation when she was able to take a whole slew of days off to #spend time with his family and do things with their friends #and they'd been dating for like 4 months #and it was just like... this has been on the calendar for TWO YEARS #do I care that you aren't here? Not a lot. Do I care that the excuse was complete bullshit and not something that was upfront? Yes.#I should probably do something about the fact that I've been low key mad about that for 4 years now #but I will Not.#Like I fully get her and the fiance coming before me in her priority list that is how it should be but it's the fact that I feel like a #complete fucking after thought that is very very upsetting #anyways between thinking about this and my period finally showing up I'm about to cry soooo bye lol

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please help me- i used to be pretty smart but i’m having so much trouble grasping the concept of diegetic vs non-diegetic bdsm!

gfkjldghfd okay first of all I'm sorry for the confusion, if you're not finding anything on the phrase it's because I made it up and absolutely nobody but me ever uses it, but I haven't found a better way to express what I'm trying to say so I keep using it. but now you've given me an excuse to ramble on about some shit that is only relevant to me and my deeply inefficient way of talking and by god I'm going to take it.

SO. the way diegetic and non-diegetic are normally used is to talk about music and sound design in movies/tv shows. in case you aren't familiar with that concept, here's a rundown:

diegetic sound is sound that happens within the world of the movie/show and can be acknowledged by the characters, like a song playing on the stereo during a driving scene, or sung on stage in Phantom of the Opera. it's also most other sounds that happen in a movie, like the sounds of traffic in a city scene, or a thunderclap, or a marching band passing by. or one of the three stock horse sounds they use in every movie with a horse in it even though horses don't really vocalize much in real life, but that's beside the point, the horse is supposed to be actually making that noise within the movie's world and the characters can hear it whinnying.

non-diegetic sound is any sound that doesn't exist in the world of the movie/show and can't be perceived by the characters. this includes things like laugh tracks and most soundtrack music. when Duel of Fates plays in Star Wars during the lightsaber fight for dramatic effect, that's non-diegetic. it exists to the audience, but the characters don't know their fight is being backed by sick ass music and, sadly, can't hear it.

the lines can get blurry between the two, you've probably seen the film trope where the clearly non-diegetic music in the title sequence fades out to the same music, now diegetic and playing from the character's car stereo. and then there are things like Phantom of the Opera as mentioned above, where the soundtrack is also part of the plot, but Phantom of the Opera does also have segments of non-diegetic music: the Phantom probably does not have an entire orchestra and some guy with an electric guitar hiding down in his sewer just waiting for someone to break into song, but both of those show up in the songs they sing down there.

now, on to how I apply this to bdsm in fiction.

if I'm referring to diegetic bdsm what I mean is that the bdsm is acknowledged for what it is in-world. the characters themselves are roleplaying whatever scenarios their scenes involve and are operating with knowledge of real life rules/safety practices. if there's cnc depicted, it will be apparent at some point, usually right away, that both characters actually are fully consenting and it's all just a planned scene, and you'll often see on-screen negotiation and aftercare, and elements of the story may involve the kink community wherever the characters are. Love and Leashes is a great example of this, 50 Shades and Bonding are terrible examples of this, but they all feature characters that know they're doing bdsm and are intentional about it.

if I'm talking about non-diegetic bdsm, I'm referring to a story that portrays certain kinks without the direct acknowledgement that the characters are doing bdsm. this would be something like Captive Prince, or Phantom of the Opera again, or the vast majority of bodice ripper type stories where an innocent woman is kidnapped by a pirate king or something and totally doesn't want to be ravished but then it turns out he's so cool and sexy and good at ravishing that she decides she's into it and becomes his pirate consort or whatever it is that happens at the end of those books. the characters don't know they're playing out a cnc or D/s fantasy, and in-universe it's often straight up noncon or dubcon rather than cnc at all. the thing about entirely non-diegetic bdsm is that it's almost always Problematic™ in some way if you're not willing to meet the story where it's at, but as long as you're not judging it by the standards of diegetic bdsm, it's just providing the reader the same thing that a partner in a scene would: the illusion of whatever risk or taboo floats your boat, sometimes to extremes that can't be replicated in real life due to safety, practicality, physics, the law, vampires not being real, etc. it's consensual by default because it's already pretend; the characters are vehicles for the story and not actually people who can be hurt, and the reader chose to pick up the book and is aware that nothing in it is real, so it's all good.

this difference is where people tend to get hung up in the discourse, from what I've observed. which is why I started using this phrasing, because I think it's very crucial to be able to differentiate which one you're talking about if you try to have a conversation with someone about the portrayal of bdsm in media. it would also, frankly, be useful for tagging, because sometimes when you're in the mood for non-diegetic bodice ripper shit you'd call the police over in real life, it can get really annoying to read paragraphs of negotiation and check-ins that break the illusion of the scene and so on, and the opposite can be jarring too.

it's very possible to blur these together the same way Phantom of the Opera blurs its diegetic and non-diegetic music as well. this leaves you even more open to being misunderstood by people reading in bad faith, but it can also be really fun to play with. @not-poignant writes fantastic fanfic, novels, and original serials on ao3 that pull this off really well, if you're okay with some dark shit in your fiction I would highly recommend their work. some of it does get really fucking dark in places though, just like. be advised. read the tags and all that.

but yeah, spontaneous writer plug aside, that's what I mean.

#I found their original stuff while I was researching various waterhorses and their folklore for no reason #because one of the characters in their original work happens to be an each uisge #and then it turned out it ALSO included a lot of figures from welsh folklore in general #so yknow if you happen to have my incredibly specific hyperfixations you'll love it but even if you don't it's great #I didn't mean to bring up phantom of the opera so much it just happens to be very relevant to a lot of my talking points #I haven't actually seen it in years

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