#I lost the plot

[coming-for-your-vocalfolds]

Weird bugs in my notebook

Honestly they're really fun to draw

The boys are next

[pigeonstab]

@signanothername I can't get over those boots

[conceptofjoy]

didnt have the words to articulate it a few months ago, but i think what made my eyebrows raise at beta bro's gender was that, that dirk's gender was gruelingly forced upon him since birth, and the other dirk's gender was something he enforced on himself and others at 13 using an alt version of himself? and then that alt version was then alpha bro-esque in multiple different ways?

beta dirk had lil cal his entire life despite begrudgingly seeing him as a mentor/someone to usurp, and alpha dirk saw lil cal as a friend. that isn't to say that beta dirk couldn't have looked up to lil cal when he was younger, but i guess i'm saying the effect of active societal pressure is what makes them different, one of them more bitter. bro isn't a father, but literally a bro in a heroic, independent, someone to look up to sort of way. dude got the aniki glasses, home boy had no chance of surviving that duel with bec noir, gotta like, inspire his lil bro or whatever to fight on after his death. though i guess dying in a war is like, stereotypically masculine too, thinking you're hot shit fighting for a noble cause and that you'll get sent to valhalla, but nah you die like a dog by the hands of a literal dog. isn't it cool that he dies like his alt universe brother-son with a sword in his chest, do you think he died satisfied? sorta...? maybe.

[idiot-h00ker]

British Neil josten and Irish Kevin day would be fucking hilarious

Kevin: we need to get into Eden’s twilight, but I was banned any plans Neil?

Neil: why are you asking me, I’m the runner?

Kevin: yeah but your British and about 6 of you managed to invade all of Europe for fucking centuries

Neil: I invade your best friend pants on daily basis, how’s that feel bitch

[ultrarotten]

[howlsmovingmind]

The phrase “The Oscar Wilde sort” is one of my favorite things ever. It used to be as readily understood as “fruity” is now, but if I tell someone I’m “the Oscar Wilde sort”, ALMOST EVERYONE AROUND ME IS CONFUSED. And that’s hilarious.

“Friend of Dorothy” has, in a way, kept its previous meaning and use because it’s still coded to be something mostly only queer people understand. My brother is a well read person whom I typically expect to understand my references. I said something like, “Well, I am a friend of Dorothy after all.” And he looked at me with such confusion. My brother, the most well read person I have met in my small town (keeps himself informed on current events, history, and internet culture) didn’t know queer history hardly at all. Lavender Menace, Lavender Scare, the YMCA, Sappho, the word Sapphic, Plato and his Platonic ideals, cowboys, or Polari.

This made me realize just how little cishet people know about queer history. Maybe even how little queer people know about queer history. We aren’t really taught these things in the States and the people around us don’t typically have knowledge about any of it either. We have to go digging for it because we want to know about the people like us. We want to know more about our history. Because it is ours. It’s personal and special.

Him not knowing these bits of history confused me. I thought, for some reason, he knew everything I knew and then some. But he was just as uninformed as I was. But he didn’t care. Because it didn’t mean anything for him. (And that’s not a problem!) Polari seems like a dead language a lot of the time. But interactions like this make me realize that there is actually still a place for it. Because, really, it has evolved to look and sound different, but it’s still there.

I feel like I’ve lost the plot of this post, but I’m gonna keep going because I want to.

Queer history is so beautiful and human. It’s so unbelievably human. That’s why literature like “The Picture of Dorian Gray”, “The Price of Salt”, and “Maurice” are so important. Sappho’s poems and knowing they’re about women is important. Knowing Walt Whitman was queer is important. Knowing Emily Dickinson was queer is important. This is a whole group of people who have been hidden from the public eye and hated and scorned and killed because of who they love. And it is about who they love. You cannot tell me this is simply about the physical aspect of it all. Because it’s not. It’s really not. The AIDs crisis? There was no way that was just about having sex. AIDS was such a problem because they wouldn’t help the queer people affected by it. Only when straight couples were being affected did they do anything.

Queer shipping does not lose the plot of stories or discount everything that a piece of media has explored and built up. Like people shipping Anderperry. It’s not a crazy thing! It does not take away from Neil’s acting being a point of contention between him and his father. It could add a layer to maybe why it was such a big deal beyond his father simply being a controlling jerk and not allowing Neil to engage in something outside of what he’s “supposed” to do. Mr. Perry made Neil drop the school paper at the beginning because it would be “distracting”. We know that Mr. Perry is controlling and never would have allowed Neil to act no matter what. Because it wasn’t the plan. But Neil being queer adds a layer to this narrative that a lot of people have seen and found themselves in. It doesn’t have to distract from the story and the themes that the author or creator is presenting. It can add a layer. I mean, Walt Whitman being such a huge part of the film and message all throughout adds to the queer message.

I just think that… it’s interesting and important and it means more to so many people than we assume. History and every aspect of humanity is important.

And saying “I’m the Oscar Wilde sort” is objectively hilarious.

An Oscar Wilde Fan,

Howl

[bnesszai]

can i give a prompt for angst war :00

here!

"I thought you of all people would understand" "then was your first mistake, I'm not a person, and neither are you,"

for anyone <3

"I thought you of all people would understand," Dazai says, voice deceptively even.

A short, harsh laugh bursts from Chuuya's lungs. "That was your first mistake. I'm not a fucking person, and neither are you."

Something flashes across Dazai's face, there and gone in a moment. He lifts his chin, looking down at Chuuya with dark, dark eyes. Eyes that have not been such an endless voids since his Mafia days. It's like looking in a mirror.

"At least I know where I come from," Dazai says, voice scathing. "Confirmed flesh and blood."

"God forgot to put a soul in there. Just an empty sack of skin."

"And what does that make you? A vessel for destruction? A tool? A poor imitation of humanity?"

Anger boils in Chuuya's blood. Craters form under his feet. "I fucking hate you."

"I hate when you lie to me."

"You're right. Hate isn't a strong enough word."

Dazai throws back his glass of whiskey. "You, out of anyone I know, should understand what it's like."

Chuuya feels his power thrumming under his skin. It wants out. It wants to destroy the monster in front of him.

You should understand what it feels like to want to rip yourself apart.

[thedeathdeelers]

a quick silly drabble for @saltedsan based on this post

//

otter (on ao3)

“So, Sol-a,” Sunjae starts as he looks up from the script in his hands. “What do you think about dogs?”

Sol, who was snuggled into his side on the sofa, answers absent-mindedly with her eyes still glued to the TV.

“Dogs?”

Sunjae gently nudges her to get her full attention. “Yes, Dogs. A dog. A puppy.”

“Um,” she starts, before finally turning to look at him. “I..I’ve always liked dogs,” she says, “But my mom was allergic so we could never get one.” She pauses to think before resuming. “But I think I’ve always liked the idea of having a dog more than actually owning a dog, y’know?”

Sunjae stares at her for a moment, waiting to see if she realises her mistake.

But all Sol does is stare up at him expectantly, eyes wide and sweetly innocent.

“I think I’m probably more of a cat person anyway,” she adds, shrugging.

Huh.

continue reading on ao3

Sol grins at him when he doesn’t say anything back, before turning her attention back to the TV.

Sunjae sits quietly for a beat before trying again.

“So then what about Otter?”

Sol, who had already gotten fully immersed in her show again looks up at Sunjae, eyes slightly unfocused.

“Otter? Who’s otter?” she asks.

“You know,” Sunjae waves his hand in front of them before draping it back around her shoulder, tucking her back in under his arm. “Otter, your childhood dog.” Sol’s face doesn’t change, the layer of confusion still very much there.

“The one who loved swimming.”

Sol’s bottom lip twitches.

“The one you compared me to in high school.”

Sunjae can see the moment she remembers, memories flooding in as understanding dawns in her eyes even as she tries very hard to keep a straight face.

“O-o-of course he- he was real,” she finally stutters out, laughing a little too loudly as she tries to scoot away from him. “Why- why would you ask?”

Sunjae stares at her for a long moment, head tilting to the side as Sol squirms under his gaze, eyes looking at anything but him.

She was avoiding his eyes — she knew he knew.

“Sol.”

She doesn’t budge, eyes now fixed on the TV even though he knew she wasn’t registering anything happening on the screen.

“Sol-a,” he tries again, this time in a sing-song tone.

Still nothing — only her fingers nervously fiddling with the frayed edge of her sweater giving her away.

Sunjae smirks, knowing he’s got her.

He turns his body to face her, arms coming down to cage her in — wrapping one arm around her waist from the back while his other rests on her thighs.

He feels her jump slightly at his touch.

Leaning in closer so that they were at the same eye level, Sunjae waits until Sol crumbles under the pressure and turns to look at him, gulping nervously in the process.

“So let me get this straight,” he says, finger tapping against her thigh. “You had me think that I reminded you, the girl I was crazy for, of a dead fictional dog all throughout our last year of high school?”

Sol doesn’t react for a moment, until he sees the tiniest of nods.

“All because you’re terrible at thinking on the spot?”

Sol hesitates, mouth opening as if to defend herself, only to snap it shut at the dubious stare Sunjae was sending her way.

She nods again.

Sunjae doesn’t really know how to react — he’d always suspected she had come up with that story just to dodge any time travelling related information, but there was always a tiny part of young Sunjae that worried he was too ‘puppy-like’ for her to take him seriously.

Sunjae snorts at the thought, almost rolling his eyes at his young self.

They were both just as bad as the other.

He focuses his attention back on Sol, who was still staring at him wide-eyed.

“I swear it was- I only did it to- I wasn’t lying about being a fan!!” She finally gets out with a worried expression on her face as her eyes search his for a sign of..something.

Sunjae relents at the sight of her genuine worry, sighing dramatically as he pulls back.

“Sol, we really need to work on your acting,” he says, shaking his head.

“M-my acting? Why-“

“And we really should discuss your naming skills.”

“I-“

“But for now, we should probably think of a punishment.”

“A- a..a what?” she asks, eyes widening at his words.

Sunjae grins at her, leaning forward as she tries to move away from him, only to pounce on her the second her back hits the sofa cushion.

The first he hears are her giggles, his favourite sound in the world.

And then comes the pleading, his fingers digging into her sides as she breathlessly begs him to relent.

He loved that she was ticklish.

His torturing session doesn’t last long, as he soon takes pity on her, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead before sitting back up, pulling her along with him.

He watches her as she tries to catch her breath, her face glowing with rose-tinted cheeks.

Sunjae feels his heart constrict, still unable to believe she was truly his.

He waits until she’s calmed down, fanning herself in an attempt to cool down; waits until she turns around to scold him-

Before ducking back in towards her to give her a quick peck, successfully cutting her off.

“Sunjae-a!” She gets out, a half-hearted scowl on her face as she struggles to keep the smile off her face.

God, he loved her. Terrible acting and all.

Sunjae gets up from the sofa, leaving a confused Sol behind, only to turn around and scoop her up in his arms, the sounds of her surprised laugh filling up the apartment.

“What are you-“

But he doesn’t let her finish her sentence, cutting her off by pressing a kiss to her cheek.

With a wide grin stretching wider across his face by the second, Sunjae walks around the sofa and carries the love of his life towards their bedroom.

It only takes Sol a second to realise where he was taking her, slapping him once on the chest before giving in, her shy and scandalised giggles following them all the way to bed.

[fozzieosbourne]

MR. PORRETTA NO!!

OH GREAT HEAVENS MATTHEW MARIA PORRETTA BURNED DOWN MY HOUSE

[fedefededef]

jujutsu GAUCHO

[cdsillylilyposting]

Of course Lily doesn’t like YouTube. She clearly is negative to her fans, attacks anyone who even dares to recommend her something, and uses every recent video to challenge criticism and her own views. “I don’t have a third graders tastes in shows, I just like wholesome media.” “I don’t have a creepy incest fetish, I just think siblings should cuddle.” “Y’all should stop praising shows I hate for having gay characters because Canada had these gay stereotypes first.”

Overall Lily can set boundaries but she always justifys them wierdly (she can do that but like they always come from a bitter place) not wanting to have recommendations thrown at her all the time by strangers sure ig

It's weird but

Despite claiming stuff like boundaries her reasoning that people want their opinions validated (she truely believes this)

instead of you know wantin to sharing something they think someone they watch/respect/constantly bemoans the lack of x type of media

I was only a fan of hers briefly so idk if she always used her videos to shadowbox her random internet beefs but thas certainly became more prevalent as times gone on her videos more embittered and toxic an repetitive her problems with every adventure fantasy show that cared to have a plot an not be an animated children's sitcom her strange relationship of berating her fans for steppin outta line (still not over that donation thing) her takes on her own family an how wrong people are for treating their siblings like siblings instead of a separate skin they can (an in her mind should) crawl inside of

Everythin combined here just strikes me as a really hateful insecure an petty person who still feels like she's owed something by the world an takes it out on her fans that support her because of et

[anuyoet]

gay people report loving bookcasey

little john says: bookcasey is love. bookcasey is life. i'd donate my kidney to watch bookcasey's 20 seconds of screentime from II's newest episode: "The Crappy Cliff" | Inanimate Insanity S1E1 (Remastered). repeatedly for an entire day. ever since i witnessed that stupid ugly blue thing i couldnt help but feel my heart pound with joy, wimsy, and many other positive adjectives. sometimes wish bookcasey inanimate insanity was real so i could hug them very dearly and tell them how much i love them and how much of an impact they had in my life. every single day i am reminded of bookcasey's existence, and i am able to move foward knowing that they'll always be there, watching me from the metaphysical spaces of fiction. when im feeling down, it doesnt take long for me to remind of all the good that bookcasey's providence can do and has done to all of us, and i can feel my soul renewing once more. thank you, bookcasey, not even for anything in particular, as your existence is already enough for me. generic straight man says otherwise: fucking hate bookcasey if they appear again in the next episode im actually gonna do it who won this rap battle? comment down below and dont forget to smash that like button and subscribe!

[supersour]

thmks guveibg THANK YOU QUEEN 🙏😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

just paying homage to our Savior Elizabeth Schuyler Hamilton as she died for our hamilsins

[fluffyybearr]

I want my belly rubbed so bad

[pyxy-doesnt-exist]

Yes, hi, I, @pyxy-styx , made another side blog. This one is for writing. Criticism is appreciated, but be nice, or I will cry /hj

(Please note that I don't think my poems actually count as poetry. That's just what someone else called them and it stuck)

Tags:

OCs: #Those Guys

Poems: #Poems(?)

Short stories: #I threw words at a page

Works in Progress: #An attempt was made

Main universe: #The Sable-Blake Cinematic Universe

Stories: #I lost the plot

Fake Twitter posts: #They broke into Twitter oh no

[sagescider]

quick redesign warmup before working on zine things ! the original is from like 2021 i think??