My absolute least favorite flavor of anti is “canon doesn’t actually justify my immense hatred of this character, so I’m going to make up bad things they did, pretend it’s canon, then get mad over that” like bestie chill just say you don’t vibe with them and move onnn
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Vote TangoTek for MCYTblr Sexyman!
- the personification of a cartoon villain
- evil dungeon master (twice)
- fandom assigned Creature
- team rancher
- so much fanart that makes people go feral
- orange cat energy
- makes so so many Noises
- probably bites
- makes death games for fun
- pro ravager wrangler
- have yall SEEN the fanart
- ice and fire. hes got range.
- is so good for angst and drama in aus but in canon he is just a silly
- ok yeah he definitely bites
- i have seen so much variety in tango designs and the only constant is that none of them are human
- and we love a creatureguy here on tumblr!
- constantly on the verge of a villain arc and would probably do one if he wasnt so busy constructing and maintaining massive deathtrap minigames
- hes insane
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jumping off the back of the post about genres of song lyrics, another thing about tmbg's lyrics in particular is that even when they write about pleasant themes, they still manage to frequently do so through a sinister lens:
the experience of having children and looking after them:
a nice little nightlight protecting a child muses on the shortcomings it would have outside its assigned responsibility:
fantasising about getting high in the park with your crush:
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Fig's line "I don't think I'm an artist, I think I'm just a good friend" has not left my head at all. Just...
You're Fig Faeth and your horns came in over the summer and you pick up the bard class as a form of adolescent rock 'n' roll rebellion, and it works! It's exactly the outlet you need! You give a guy you just met drumsticks and you start a band and it's good enough that within a year and a half you're touring. You are, in every sense, good at being a bard.
And then, finally, your junior year, you start to take it seriously. Your art goes from an outlet and a form of rebellion to a practice. A discipline. (Can rebellion exist within a discipline?) Your classmates know what they want to do with their work. They all have a thesis statement. And yeah, there's cohesion in the music you make, but you've never had to think about why you make it. You've never sat down and dissected what it is about bass that speaks to you. You've never poured over your lyrics to pick at any deeper meaning. Why should you? You don't play music for a grand design, you do it to... huh, why do you do it?
(Your art is the one form of self-expression that feels as safe as Disguise Self does, because even if you're pouring your heart onto the page and then screaming it in front of thousands of people, it's not like you're really making yourself known. You can sing I'm lonely, I'm scared, I'm furious, and your fans will sing it right back, and there will still be the distance between performer and audience to keep your heart safe.)
Now you're being asked to look inward to explain the artistic choices you're making, and you can't help but recoil at that, because you'd rather do anything than look inward. Meanwhile, your classmates have no problem with it, so you start to wonder if you're a real artist at all. Can your art be authentic if it only exists to bolster a thesis statement? Has your art been unauthentic this whole time because you've never really thought about a thesis statement before? Is that what makes it art, and not just the next track on somebody's teen angst playlist?
You can't think about yourself— acknowledging your own existence makes you want to puke. So if your music is an extension of yourself, (and it is, even if it's just because the spotlight reveals only what you want it to,) you can't think about your music. You can't. You have to. Your grade depends on it.
You're Fig Faeth, and you keep multiclassing because you'd rather be a good friend than a great artist. If introspection is what great art demands, then fuck it. You must not be a bard at all.
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having a normal one watching Bdubs lim life tonight and thinking about how when Bdubs betrayed Tango in last life, Skizz told Tango that for the sake of team best he had to go and forgive him.
But when Bdubs boogey kills Skizz in lim life before team ties is even really formed, Skizz is allowed to have it out for Bdubs for almost the entire first half of the season, even when the clockers ally with them and it would've been easier to let sleeping dogs lie.
Tango, the perpetually extraneous and undervalued member of his alliances...the too often shoved aside and betrayed...being told it was his duty to the team to forgive bdubs and move on....
But no one—especially not Tango—tried to tell Skizz to let it go.
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Not binah: You said that Queequeg would give nice and warm hugs and i remember reading somewhere that Queequeg (In the book) hugs Ishmael so decided to look it up in the book
(Page 37, Chapter 4)
"Upon waking next morning about daylight, I found Queequeg's arm thrown over me in the most loving and affectionate manner. You had almost thought I had been his wife"
After reading the passage I can confidently say that Queequeg (Limbus) should be able to give excellent hugs
thank you for this gift.
this also means she would be a good cuddler. i am going to personally make the Queequeg snuggling scene from the book canon except not with Ishmael
also this is permission to talk about Queequeg with me. this blog is about Binah but the harpooner can have some love too
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usually i’m more of a lurker when it comes to fandom spaces, but for some reason i find myself having strong opinions about a certain wizard.
at this point i am very hesitant to follow any g@le themed blogs (or write posts about anything else other than his romance) cause imo a lot of people miss the mark when it comes to their interpretation of him. either reducing him to his domestic side/being the “perfect husband” or putting the focus on his hubris and thirst for power alone… and sadly a lot of his nuance is lost in the process.
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