#because i do get somewhat discourse-y with this reblog

[brsb4hls]

Reblogging for the addition, so many great points, especially about what's missing.

(And yes, Pratchett wrote pretty dark stuff too, but the love for his work and his characters was so tangible and it always had a point.)

I also agree about the botched character transfer from book to show already in season 1, but since the first season at least somewhat kept the core message, it was still enjoyable and I really like the actors, which helped.

The part about the lack of criticsm, well, I think that's mostly fandom dynamics.

It's the same in other fandoms too.

When new content comes out, the people who react the most and loudest are mainly shippers, who are so invested in their ship, that ship content, no matter how terrible, drowns out anything else and leads to unreflected glee (and to unwavering support in the hopes of getting more ship content).

I tried to word that as carefully as possible, I get it and it's a valid way to do fandom.

Everyone creates their own experiences and can cherry pick as much as they want.

But it's still frustrating, because it kills discourse.

Gaiman himself does not seem very interacting, so to speak. I don't think he would seek out anything on his own, so he probably does not see any negativity. His tumblr seems very business-y. It's mostly him promoting himself in a very neutral way, so that should not be what keeps people from voicing critcsm.

I did notice the passive aggression though and yikes! He knew people were joking and still answered with threatening to not make a third season, which did not sound like joking back, more like being miffed.

(I also do not get the impression, that he's actually fandom-supportive, especially due to his reactions to season 1 fan theories and I'm fully convinced the 'leak' was intentional and greenlit by him to 'stick it' to shippers in his own edgy way)

Well, joke's on him, I couldn't care less about another season after that debacle, so I'm free to criticize as much as I want ;)

Good Omens Spoilers:

I'm off work now and can sort my thoughts a bit.

So far I've seen only positive reactions and some posts complaining about criticism (which I have not seen in itself).

I very much feel there's something missing in the discussion.

I'm not gonna spoil people's fun and I certainly will enjoy fan stuff, but I cannot stop being pissed.

And it's not about wether Aziraphale reciprocates Crowley's feelings and if they are a canon romantic couple or not.

That's not the point. The point also isn't dolphins, it is that I feel that Gaiman perverted the original core of Good Omens.

He might have done it for angst and a dramatic build up and he might resolve it if there will be a third season (which cannot be guaranteed, so THAT ending could be what we have to live with), but whatever the reasons, he did it and it leaves a bad taste.

To me the point of Good Omens always was that heaven and hell as a strict and rigid concept were equally horrible.

The 'good place' so to say was always earth.

And being a human on earth was about being accepted with all one's quirks and also making one's own decisions.

If I remember correctly those points are mostly made by Adam (who actually is the main character of the book, it just has so many colourful supports you wouldn't notice).

So Aziraphale and Crowley fit way better on earth, because they're both too unique for a rigid corporate structure.

They already are their own little team even if Aziraphale sometimes displays a holier-than- thou attitude and needs Crowley to remind him what he would loose, if earth were gone.

So they both defy their respective bosses to keep the niche they carved.

The first season of the show manages to keep that core statement despite changing the characters up a bit.

And it ends like in the book, with Aziraphale and Crowley fighting the system and winning, being free.

And now it's all set back and actually made worse by Aziraphale willingly going back, as long as he's in charge.

In the show, Aziraphale was bullied by his superior and now takes his job. He thinks he can change the oppressive system from the inside instead of abolishing it altogether, or staying clear of it, because it is 'toxic'.

And yes, I did notice that tiny bit of blackmail from Metatron regarding Crowley, but after all that happened THAT should have given Aziraphale a clue about what he is getting into again.

He also doesn't seem to suddenly know his best friend of 6000 years anymore.

Crowley never had a problem with being a demon. He had a problem with how hell treated him.

And a problem with how heaven reacted to asking questions, which is a thing he loves, so why would he want to go back?

On earth, Crowley was completely ok with doing minor mischief and performing demonic magic.

And Aziraphale technically knows that, but he tries to drag Crowley along for purely selfish reasons. And on top he seems to think that as a demon Crowley is not good enough anymore.

And that completely goes against the point.

The point that has been made very clear before and made book and parts of the first season so great.

Gaiman let the system win.

(and pull Aziraphale back in after he successfully got out. That's like someone taking back their horrible job at the factory that pays minimum wages and pollutes the environment as long as they're forman).

[considermygenderminecrafted]

Disclaimer, this is a ramble, it is merely my thoughts

Hm, I'm no narrative analysist, but I think that "losing", doesn't have to be a permanent state of being in order for it to have been meaningful... Right?

Like, I'm talking out my ass here, but if something changed the person, it doesn't have to continue happening for it to have had an effect.

So the house arrest changed Phil for him having been in it, it changed his relationship to Fundy, it solidified his distrust of governments, it radically shifted his attitude to L'manburg. Both Phil n Techno are more paranoid since the butcher army, like it was a shit time for Phil.

He doesn't have to continue being in house arrest for that to have been a like 'loss', if you wanna frame it like that.

Seperately, but somewhat connected,

Narrative consequences are like, consequences of a characters actions right? Character does X thus Y happens. Phil didn't give up techno to l'manburg thus faces house arrest, which changed his relationship to L'manburg, a place he'd previously rebuilt. Phil kills Wilbur thus spends the rest of his time overwhelmed with guilt and grief. Phil fucked over the l'manburgians during doomsday thus was isolated and alone when ranboo and Techno and Niki weren't around, to the point he wasn't able to process time properly almost killing his closest friend. Ya know?

Like Phil does X, therefore, Y happens, and he is then changed by that. Is that not the point here?

Maybe I need to do more research into narrative consequences but sometimes it feels like people don't watch Phil and then get mad when they don't see the consequences of things he plays out.

In conclusion let him have his elytraaaaa, I don't want to see him hope he dies because maybe his ghost will have wings again /lh

[hi, this has recently been reblogged! If you're reading this it was written in context of my thoughts about the discourse around the elytra competition, summit that cc!Phil decided not to participate in! While I stand by what's said here and I think there's still value in the ideas discussed, the original context has become obsolete, and some of the references might not be relevant.]

[oops-prow-did-it-again]

lol Im sorry I know I’ve been kinda reblogging a lot of discourse-y stuff lately, but idk, there’s something on my mind lately, and I’d appreciate some other people getting to see my thoughts. Today, my mind settled on, “How can t*rfs, r*dfems, or other people aligning with them believe that me or my partner are abusive - or being abused - without ever hearing what either of us have to say?”

I’ve just had a lot of Thoughts on t*rf nonsense and rhetoric ever since realizing I was trans (and most likely gay), me realizing I’m actually pan and that I only felt discomfort with anything other than ‘gay’ bc of fear of being misgendered and dysphoria, then my girlfriend realizing she was trans...

I see a lot of t*rfs acting like trans people are gonna force cis people (women, ofc, bc they couldn’t give a shit less what happens to men) to have sex with them and like...

i just wanna talk about what happened with me and my partner. I realized I was trans, I told my partner (she went by he/him pronouns at the time). She was shocked and, as she was undergoing a lot of stress at the time and the relationship was long distance, she was uncertain. She took some time to process it and ultimately said she would accept me, though she seemed apprehensive of me undergoing medical transitioning in the future. This kind of hurt, but I assumed she needed time - only to realize later she fundamentally misunderstood how things worked. We fought. We fought, because she had seemed onboard until she learned that other things might happen, aside from me getting a bigger clit and a somewhat more masc appearance.

But you know what?

We talked about it....

Shocker, huh?

We talked. We had an objective conversation, after emotions had calmed, about whether we still wanted this relationship. We did. So we talked more. She came to understand that being trans didn’t make me suddenly a new person, I was still me, and just wanted to experiment with gender presentation. SHE decided that SHE WANTED to continue the relationship with me, after I asked her objectively, if she did not want it to continue.

And you know what?

She realized that maybe her appreciation for feminine features, her envy for many women, may not be simple attraction. As I talked more about my dysphoric experience, she realized it sounded painfully familiar.

And when she was having these thoughts, we talked.

It started with her testing occasional feminine pronouns (the bigender label), before fully realizing she was binary transfem.

It.... it honestly saddens me, do... do people not think they can talk to their partners? If you feel you can’t talk to your partner about stuff like this... Then I’m sorry, but you might need to try working at trusting one another more, at being open to harder discussions.

Me and my girlfriend may have fought, but we never, EVER resulted to physical blows, name-calling, or anything else. We had some heated discussion over the topic at hand - more like a passionate debate than anything - but nobody was ever directly insulted. These harsher discussions lasted two days, with discussions after - while occasionally tense - never rising to anger again.

We love one another. I love her. I love her for HER... I certainly appreciate her body, but god, that’s not why I started hanging out with her? I don’t ever get to know someone specifically because they’re ‘hot.’ I thought she was funny. I thought she was captivating. I thought she was introspective, engaging, and fun. I still think she’s all of those things and so much more. She’s beautiful, in the way her personality melds with the comfortable, soft familiarity of her body, but I’m not there for just her body.

Changing how she looks will not make me love her less, it never has, and it never will. We had candid discussions, and realized she felt the same about me.

It.. it hurts so much to think there are people that think I am abusing her, or worse, that she’s abusing me, when they don’t know either of us - or our story - from Adam. It also makes me so angry that people would rather project their own insecurities and faulty looks on relationships onto perfect strangers, with such patronizing ideology, since they believe they just know so much better...

How can you know what’s better for us when you won’t even listen to us?

[asphalt-cocktail]

For the Sake of Content- Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Medici Ivory and Coral Clay

Summary: After walking in on your long-term boyfriend, Harrison, cheating on you and then losing your job the following day; your find yourself broke, jobless, and single for the first time in a long while. In order to make ends meet, your best friend since college, Freddie, suggests you start soliciting explicit photos of yourself, not only to help boost your confidence but to help pay the rent for his band mate’s apartment you just moved into.

A/N: Hey cuties! Back at it again with another chapter! Thank you for your patience! I honestly am so thrilled with all of the lovely comments and likes/reblogs I have been getting. I even go through and read the tags because i crave validation. But for real though, they are all seriously so sweet and I love all of the support and want to thank you all for it! I do have some angst planned for future chapters though, got to make some young discourse to keep thing spicy, but don’t worry, I want to keep this story light and funny so it wont be anything too bad! also PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DM me if I have missed your tag! I feel like I am missing some people in my tag reblogs.

Pairing: Roger Taylor x F!Reader

Warnings: Language, mentions of sex work, smut, fluff, some friendly banter between roger and reader, consensual recording, not proof read

Word Count: 3k 

18+ if you are a minor do NOT interact with this post. This is fictitious content and I own nothing.

Freddie’s dark brown eyes practically gawked at you, “You what!” He grinned. Your face flushed and you swirled around your bottomless mimosa, “I knew you would start doing live streams,” He eagerly stabbed his fork into the yolk of his eggs Benedict, cracking it and causing the yellow liquid to ooze down the sides of the biscuit, “I knew you would; how are your clients? Do you have regulars? Do they ask you to do anything- kinky?”

As Freddie rambled on, your eyes zoned in on his egg yolk, the viscous liquid slowly oozing out of the broken egg and falling down his plate. Should you tell Freddie about Roger? No you couldn’t, that would bring on another series of questions you were definitely not prepared to answer no matter how many bottomless mimosas you had at your biweekly Sunday brunch.

“[Y/N]” Freddie spoke, his tone somewhat sharp, “Are you paying attention? I want to know the details.” The curious glint in his eyes hadn’t dampened.

You gave him a shy smile, “Yeah, I have a few regulars, they’re all nice, some are a little creepy, but I never show my face,” Well, that was a lie. Tonight, was going to be the first night you showed your face on camera and was also the first night you and Roger would film together.

The two of you hadn’t had anything special planned, you were going to change your tips around to reflect different actions people could pay for. It was bound to be fun, right?

You couldn’t shake the nervous jitters from your mind even after your brunch with Freddie and his probing questions. You loved him dearly, but he was often too nosey for his own good. He wouldn’t dare tell a soul the information he knew, but it was as though his very being needed the substance to survive. His head was full of knowledge and he just soaked it up like a delicate sea sponge in an ocean of information.

When you returned to your apartment, you were surprised to see the furniture moved around and a large tarp covering the floor closest to the walls in the living room, “Uh, Roger?” you called out, hanging your keys on the shelf, surely you didn’t drink that much… right?

You closed your eyes for a few long seconds and reopened them, yup, this was real all right, “Roger!” You called louder, “What’s up with the living room?” You kicked your shoes off and walked further into your home before you stopped in the kitchen.

Surprisingly enough, Roger was dressed in a pair of sweatpants and an old faded tee shirt; it was sloppy even for your low standards. Roger looked up at you from his bowl of pasts, mid bite, “What?” He asked with a mouth full of noodles and sauce.

“You’re disgusting.” You mumbled, “What’s up with the living room?” You repeated your question from earlier.

“What do you mean?” He asked, clueless as ever.

You let out a puff of air in frustration, “The living room Roger, everything is all moved around and there’s a tarp on the floor. What are you doing? Opening a mud wrestling pit?” The annoyance in your voice was very evident.

“Oh, I picked up a few buckets of paint so we could finally paint the paneling, the mud wrestling is a good idea though, you think we could charge for it?”

You rolled your eyes at his joke- you hoped it was a joke- and a small smile graced your face, “What colors did you pick out?” You couldn’t help but feel giddy at the prospect of changing the drab, old, and dusty wood paneling that encased your living room walls.

“You know that cream color you were talking about? It turns out it’s actually called Medici Ivory, so I got a few buckets of that and a bucket of this nice red color called Coral Clay.” He finished up the last fork full of his pasta and got up, rinsing it in the sink, “We can paint right now if you go change.”

You looked down, realizing you didn’t want to get your brunch clothes dirty, “Right, I’ll be right back.”

After you quickly changed into some sloppy clothes you and Roger set out to paint the wood paneling, “You know I realized I said you get two walls and I get two, but there are really only three wall in the living room.” Roger pointed out, “I mean, we could paint the little parts of the wall outside of the kitchen, but then I would want to paint the kitchen too.” He thought out, chewing on his plump lower lip.

You swallowed thickly, distracted by the way his pretty pink lips popped out from his mouth after he sucked on it, “Well you can have two and I’ll have the accent wall.” You offered.

Roger looked at you as though you were a moron, “You cant have an accent wall as the lighter color,” He said in a matter of fact tone, “I’ll take it and you can paint the other two cream.”

After a few more minutes of planning, you and Roger finally decided upon who was getting what walls, Roger pointed out it didn’t matter what color the walls were, his decorations were still going to be hung back up. So, he got one wall to paint Coral Clay, and you got the remaining walls to paint Medici Ivory.

You connected your phone to the Bluetooth speaker before Roger could beat you to it and shuffled your favorite playlist on Spotify. Take Me To The River by the Talking Heads began to flood your apartment. You hummed along to the song and began to paint, long even brush strokes on the wall, staining the ugly wood paneling Medici Ivory. As your playlist cycled and paint began to coat the walls you glanced over at Roger’s side of the wall, there were uneven splotches and awkward shapes that coated it. No cohesion at all.

You frowned, “What are you doing to the walls, Roger?” You frowned, “You can’t paint like that.” You scolded him.

Roger pulled away, allowing the brush to loosely hang from his hand, gobs of Medici Ivory dripped onto the tarp making a soft pitter patter noise that blended in with your music, “What? You’re doing better than me?” He asked.

You looked at him in disbelief, “Yeah, I am.” You said pointedly, “This is how you’re supposed to paint,” You said, demonstrating with long even brush strokes, “This isn’t finger painting.”

Roger scoffed and flicked his brush at you, your clothes staining the creamy off-white paint, “I suppose it isn’t.” He responded in a huff.

Your eyes narrowed “Real mature, Roger.” You said going back to painting next to him.

Roger continued to defy you, painting in big circles on the wall and ignoring the clumps and uneven layering that covered the wood panels. You turned towards him and flicked your brush at him, this time little spots of white paint speckled his face causing him to close his eyes and jump, “Oh, you’re going to get it now.” You heard Roger mumble as you turned away from him.

In the blind of an eye you felt cold liquid smearing and staining your skin. A shiver ran through your body feeling Roger’s calloused fingers roughly rub across your cheek “Roger!” You shrilly yelled, bringing your hand up to wipe the paint off, only to smear it.

You swiped your hand across your brush, coating it in the goopy, off white liquid and lunged at him. Roger stumbled backwards and fought your hand as it tried to smear the paint on his face. Your brush had fallen, mushing between your two bodies and covering your shirts in paint. Your legs were firmly planted on either side of Roger’s waist as you straddled and fought against him, still trying to palm the off viscous substance onto his perfectly soft skin.

“Come on, [Y/N],” Roger whined, trying to hide is laughter, “You’re dropping it in my hair!”

“You’re dropping it in my hair!” You mocked in a dopey voice.

Roger gaped at you, “I do not sound like that!” He protested, a shock of laughter rumbling through him and causing his guard to drop.

Your hand came down, smearing Medici Ivory onto his cheek, your hand slickly gliding off his skin. Before you had time to react Roger flipped the two of you over and within a few minutes the two of you were covered in stripes of paint, “You arse!” He was breathless from laughter, still straddling you, “I have to shower now.”

You hummed back laughter of your own and wiggled underneath him in an attempt to break free. Roger wasn’t having it, so you stayed trapped beneath his warm, out of breath body. Suddenly, you were aware of the closeness of your two bodies. His hot breath puffed against the paint that stained your skin causing you to shiver. Roger cleared his throat. The tension in the room was thick. Roger’s erection pressed against your thigh, when did that get there? Your ears felt like they were ringing, the music but a muffled sound that filled them.

“I should get in the shower, the we can do that camera stuff, yeah?” Roger asked, suddenly leaning up. Cool air flooded your clothed chest. It worked in tandem with the paint and caused you to shiver

You swallowed thickly and nodded your head, “Did- uh,” you couldn’t find the proper words to come out of your mouth, “Did you want me to wear anything specific?” you asked.

Roger settled back, his hand tracing soft patterns on your knees, “You could join me, you know, to save on water…” He trailed off, not looking at you.

You shifted and nodded your head, “Yeah, to save water.” You said, suddenly nervous, “Do… Do you want to film it?” You knew very well that the two of you would just be showering.

Roger looked up at you, his typically bright blue eyes now dark and filled with a naughty glint, “Yeah, we can your phone in and see what happens.”

It didn’t take long for you to find yourself pressed against the cold tile of your small steam filled shower. You hissed against Roger’s mouth as the contrasting temperature bit into your skin and arched your back against him. He roughly sucked your lower lip into his mouth, dragging his teeth across it as he pulled away and allowed it to plop back into place.

It was obvious to you that this was going to be different from the first time you and Roger had sex. He was rougher, needier, more dominant with his touches. You didn’t know if it was the amount of steam from the scorching hot water or his touches that caused you to feel dizzy and your brain to spin. Roger quickly turned you over, his hands smoothing over the globes of your ass. You quickly got the message and braced your hands on the wall in front of you.

You swayed your hips from side to side, impatiently waiting for Roger to do something. “Fuck” He silently cursed to himself, “What’s your password?”

Oh right.

You were supposed to be filming this to put on your snapchat. Was your phone waterproof? What if Roger dropped it? How was he going to plow you into next week and hold onto your phone?

The series of questions that flooded your brain was cut short by Roger lightly tapping your cheek, “Come on, before I lose my stiffy.”

“Oh, it’s uh 2580.” You answered, thankful that Roger couldn’t see your embarrassment.

Roger scoffed, “Really? Right down the middle?” He chastised.

“It’s fine- Oh fuck” You hissed out feeling Roger’s thick fingers filling you up, pumping in and out of your throbbing core. You hummed with pleasure and pushed back against his fingers, but as quickly as they filled you, they were gone.

Roger roughly filled you up with his cock, you gasped, feeling him stretch you open. He didn’t leave much time for you to adjust to his still unfamiliar size before he sharply snapped his hips against yours. Your back arched and you kept your hands firmly splayed against the wall. Your legs spread further apart, and your mouth fell open as sinful noises began to spill from it.

“Fuck.” Roger grunted, his hips slapping loudly against yours, “That feel good baby?” He said as he grabbed the meat of your ass and kneaded it in his hand, spreading it apart and getting a perfect view of his cock disappearing into you.

Roger’s calloused hand came down, roughly smacking your cheek. He bit his lip and watched it jiggle under his hand. The water amplified the stinging sensation that rang through your bones. You let out a breathy gasp, “It feels so good,” You slurred. Your mind was drunk with pleasure, “Fuck me harder.” You preened, pushing your hips back against him.

Roger shifted behind you, “You want me to fuck you harder?” He asked, roughly grabbing your hips and pulling you flush against him. Your face now rested against the cool tile as you sat up on an angle. Rogers sharp and methodical thrusts caused you to rhythmically jolt forward, the sensitive skin of your breasts occasionally brushing against the cool tile. The flood of sensations caused every nerve in your body to stand on end.

“Yeah, fuck me harder, Rog.” You practically purred his name, letting it roll off your tongue like honey.

Roger pressed his back against yours. His lips latched onto your shoulder, biting at the soft skin and running his tongue over the teeth marks he pressed into you. One of his hands snuck around to your chest, groping and fondling your painfully ignored tits in his rough palms while the other remained on your hip, pulling you against him at an even pace.

You let out soft breathy moans “Ah, ah, ah” each one getting higher and higher in pitch as the coil in your stomach tightened and threatened to break under the pressure that had begun to build until finally it snapped. You arched your back painfully against him, the muscle in your back cramping from the awkward angle. Your walls, pulsating out of him, coaxing Roger to his own release as he chased it, frantically and unevenly thrusting into you before he pulled out and painted the perfect skin of your plump ass white.

Your chest heaved and your arms shook lightly as you came down from your high. After a few moments to regather your brain you let the water wash you clean of the mess.

After your shower you found yourself curled up in your bed. Without bothering to knock, Roger opened the door to your room, his towel still loosely hanging over his shoulders and a pair of boxers hanging comfortably off his hips. You couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight of his light blond hair dripping small water droplets and littering his pale skin with moisture. Fuck, you want to lick them off, what the hell was wrong with you?

“Can I help you?” You croaked out. You voice gave away your current struggle.

Roger cluelessly grinned at you, “I want to see what I filmed!” He said plopping down next to you on your bed.

Your face flushed with heat, “You video taped what happened in the shower?” You gaped at him, shifting the blankets so he could get comfortable.

Roger responded with a nod and flatly held his hand out for you to place the phone in his hand, “Yeah, come on we have to pick the best ones to upload.” He responded. Right this was for professional purposes.

When you grabbed and opened your camera roll you saw sure enough, there were several saved short clips and a few pictures in it. Heat began to build in your belly upon seeing the little thumbnail previews. You had to take a moment to remind yourself that watching the sex tape you and your roommate made was strictly for business purposes and not for personal pleasure.

But when you clicked on the first video and caught a perfectly angled shot of Roger entering you, your back arching, the steam of the shower beginning to fog and cloud the camera your mind went blank. You stared at the image before Roger nudged the volume button, turning it up, “We have to make sure it sounds okay.” You almost missed the deviant glint in his eyes that hid behind Roger’s focused features.

The cheeky bastard knew what he was doing.

Your breathy sighs and moans filled your room, Christ, that was what you sounded like? You blinked at the short clip when it was over, “What do you think?” You didn’t dare look at Roger. You didn’t even want to think of what his stupid smug face looked like right now.

“I think it looks even better the second time around.” He confidently retorted back to you.

“Fuck off,” You couldn’t help but smile and let out a little laugh before swiping to the next little clip.

“Fuck” Roger’s husky voice rang against your ears, giving you flash backs to what happened only moments earlier.

SMACK the crisp sound of Roger slapping your ass echoed through your brain just like it did in the bathroom.

“That feel good baby?” Your walls throbbed, hearing Roger’s commanding tone and watching his hand kneading the meat of your ass as it bounced against him.

The tension in the room was beginning to settle and surround the two of you once more. You swallowed thickly almost positive Roger could hear your audible gulp. “That one looks good too.” Your voice sounded shaky. Your skin felt like it was on fire and Roger simply sat next to you, seemingly unfazed.

[chatxkilluaxnoir]

Wow, Rise Raph won, and by a pretty big margin too.

What a surprise.

(I am trying really, really hard to not be annoyed and petty about this, but at the same time. This IS 2012 Leo, so yeah, that is going to be hard. And also, Rise winning, once again, ofc. I am going to be a bit miffed by. I love Rise and I love Rise Raph. But come on! 2012 Leo really should have won this, or at least not lost by this margin! I would prefer the former, I admit, but I would taken the latter if I had to).

Yeah, I think I am now pretty turned off by this showdown now. If this poll is any indicator that is.

I know polls are just for fun, and I try not take them seriously, and everyone is a equal, winner, and awesome by this books.

But still; not being at least somewhat annoyed, can be a bit hard.

The Rise fandom is so overpowered, it is ridiculous.

More under the "read more" cut, because it gets pretty long. And I go off on some tangents and rants kind of.

Also, this is all very ironic, because I do think both Leo and Raph get/can get hella under-voted when it comes to polls, and Donnie and Mikey (esp. Donnie right now, but it is/was Mikey for the longest time, and it still kind of is, but Donnie even more so. Well, not 2012 Donnie though for the most part, but that is not a surprise considering how poorly some people are treating 2012 right now. Still kinda upset at that one poll that I came across had 2012 Donnie win people's "least favorite" Donnie. For once, winning was bad, and he didn't deserve to win that at all.) can be/can get pretty overvoted at times (I still love them both though. I just wished Leo and Raph got more love too; at least in the polls area).

Anyways, I say it/this poll is pretty ironic, considering this is a Raph vs a Leo poll (and also because they can both be such parents. Though, the funny thing. So can Rise Leo too; both younger and older, future Leo. He is still a Leo after all). Because I think Leos and Raphs deserve a lot more love in (the) poll areas (at least). (They are just as well-loved and beloved and popular as the other two. with just as many fans as the other two. But both sometimes just has bad luck on polls and stuff imo). I I love both 20212 Leo and Rise Raph. (2012 Leo more, I admit, but I do love both).

(Pretty off-tangent, but somewhat related. looking at this poll and so many others when Rise is involved. This is part of the many reasons why I hope Aoi/Two Souls Aoi wins in the peepaw poll going on right now. Because Aoi is a 2012 Leo going up against a Rise Future Leo (who I love. I love Future Rise Leo and Rise Leo in general dearly too). Like, Aoi is in a mainly Rise fic, but at the same time, Two Souls is still a 2012 crossover, and Aoi is 2012 Leo too.

Ofc, that is not my only reason why I voted Aoi or I want him to win, if I did, that would be too unfair and petty of me. I want Aoi to win for many other reasons (which I already gave some in those post(s). I am sorry WMAS and WMAS Future Leo though; I still love you. If I could I would have voted for both of you and/or if you weren't up against Aoi and some others maybe, you would have had my vote for sure. And if you win, well, that is awesome too. And both you and Two Souls Aoi would have won (to me). My main point of all this. It is that it would be cool to have a series that has a lot of 2012 elements win against a series that is just Rise).

Anyway, sorry for how rant-y and off-tangent-y this got. But polls have me feeling some ways (esp. when it comes to TMNT, but some other stuff too, besides TMNT). Though I still try to just have fun with them, and be positive/think positively and stuff.

I don't always succeed at that, but God, do I try.

[andyouknowitis]

“The Fandom Funundrum” in other words you don’t want to feel guilty for every advantage Harry’s been given. Noted! Keep pretending to care about Louis, you’re doing great sweetie!

This arrived in my inbox a week or so ago at the end of a very long, shitty fourteen hour day. 

Right then I was already dealing with the sudden loss of my uncle, who I’d just handmade a wreath for, as well as coming to terms with the fact that while I love my job, I will soon haveto leave it, and move, as all manner of things that have served to make it impossible for me to survive as a freelancer in this economic climate. 

I’ve discussed here, in painful detail, some of the otherthings I’ve had to work through in recent years, ever a work inprogress. I don’t know if I’m a good or bad person. 

But I’m a person. A real person. And I deserve better than this at the end of a really bad day, not least when I come to one of the places where I find comfort in small things and bright people that interest me and make me smile.

Louis is one of those people. 

One of the most important to me, as it happens.

I am not the blog for you. And certainly not with an action such as this one.

My crime, apparently was to post this, a reblog of something that I wrote a while ago as a general nod to being chastised for daring to enjoy one thing when another very bad thing was happening. 

It was not fully specific to any fandom or person when I wrote it, other than suffice to say, after many years online I’ve learned that fandom gatekeeping is a form of bullying and I have little patience left for it.

A cursory glance around my mess of a blog will show anyone who cares to look that while I do blog very much a lot about 1D, I am actually a multi-fandom blog. 

More specifically I am a ME blog. 

Hell my url is a Snow Patrol lyric and no-one ever gets it. Here I lay things I like, love, find interesting, think important, and want to share. 

A wallpaper made up of my mind, a patchwork comprised of things that for me, helps me make art and help people. 

In this instance anotherfandom I’m part of (shout out to my Emmerdale sheepy peeps) were arguing heatedly about something, which essentially boiled down to how can you enjoy x when y is happening etc. etc. While I do have a sideblog for in-depth stuff, mostpeople follow me on my main so I posted it here too.

And yes, after several years here, and online in general, I do get tired of seeing discourse after discourse that I’ve probably already discussed in detail in the past, as well as fandom infighting that only serves the money men and none of us. 

And certainly not Louis, or any of the 1D boys (they will be the boys to me even when they’re in their 80s shush). Something Iactually wrote about here, as relates to the 1D fandom, in the early summer of 2015, unknowing that the worst was yet to come, but knowing even then that I was tired of all the ways we had been fractured and used. 

People will forever be divided and conquered. I haveno wish to be another perpetual pawn in this tired game.

I very rarely publish asks I receive, either because I speak with people via message if something bears further discussion if they’re off anon, or because some things are just not worth the time and energy it takes to answer them. 

Some people don’t want to listen, only to be heard. Time is aprecious commodity that I have little of. 

When I do have free fandom time I like to spend it responding to interesting asks, writing fic when I’m able, making fan edits (mostly of Louis as it happens), working my way through the Womens and Equalities Committee findings on NDAs which I think may be pertinent (the inquiry is still ongoing), live blogging, and curating a peaceful space for when I need it.

And sometimes like this time, I engage.

The last time I took the time to answer something like this was actually also about Louis. I stood accused of infantilising Louis because I wrote a single tagline on a post I had made about wanting to give him a hug.

The time before that I was, conversely to the latest offering, apparently the devil for daring to hope that Louis would soon have more visible and tangible support from people in the industry. 

For a post I wrote THREE years ago almost to the day, and still stand by. 

I support him. I don’t have to meet anyone else’s standards of how to do that.

Something I really had to learn in therapy a couple of years ago was that it’s okay to get angry. It’s something I struggle with and fear somewhat. But I have learned. Sometimes it’s okay to get angry. 

And this is one of those times.

I am angry that a stranger, or perhaps even worse, someone who otherwise follows/followed me and should know at least a modicum of my character, would fucking dare to tell me, after all I’ve said and done, that I don’t care about Louis. 

Louis, who I care about most of all in this entire shitshow. 

Louis, who I care about so much, that the top thing my fandom friends will attest I whine about most is having to see Harry blogs on my dash that I know have said incredibly vile things about him.

I don’t know Louis. Nor may I hazard, do you, coward in my inbox. I’ll likely never meet him and I acknowledge that my perceptions of him are coloured by time, life experience, and an understanding of parasocial relationships. 

But I would hope I know of him well enough to feel that he’d agree if you’ve got something to say then a) have the balls tosay it to someone’s face (privately if not in public), and b) theprecise opposite of ‘let’s make someone happy today’ (his ownpractice when he has a shit day like the one I had), is to makesomeone unhappy like you have set out to do here.

I don’t know Louis. But I know enough to know that he’s important to me and why. 

Why above and beyond anything else he’s the reason why eight years ago I kept watching a show I had long before lost interest in. 

Why I voted every single week. 

Why he was the first person I took a photo of on TMH tour when I could finally afford to see them. 

Why I waited hours in relentless sun in a different country just so I could be at the barrier when he sang Moments right in front of me during WWA. 

Why I kept coming back after grief and loss in mypersonal life turned me inside out, time and time again. 

Why I stood in Sheffield on the final night of OTRA tour when my heart was numb to almost anything that could reach it. 

Why I met people who changed my life just by being in it.

The music is important to me, OT5 is important to me, but Louis, above all Louis is important to me. Louis is why I stayed when I wanted to go. Louis. Louis and friends that I’ve made here, who know me better than you ever will.

So please, if you haven’t already, please block me and neverinteract with me again. I don’t want to know. 

If anyone else reading this happens to feel the same about me, unfollow me now. 

I follow and sometimes interact with some people I don’t necessarily agree with, primarily because I like to be open to different aspects of discussion, and to not exist within a fandom vacuum. 

But I don’t tolerate vitriolic bad mouthing of any of the boys. And I will not interact with people who try to hurt me. 

Much less with someone who attempts to do it anonymously. The sad thing is you’re so very, very visible for what you are.

I am not the blog for you. 

You know why? 

Because I’m the blog for me. And you will not makeme feel bad about that, or about myself. Least of all about caring for Louis. Not now, not ever.

Oh and Sweetie? All the links are clickable. I have been here. I will be here. I am here. And there’s nothing you can do to change it. Knock yourself out. 

[team-zoey-has-two-hands]

hey i saw your post about sexism in musical theatre fandoms and i think you're right that theres more content for m/m ships as opposed to f/f or m/f but i'd like to point out that comparing the amount of bmc fics to mean girls/the prom is a little unfair since although both have been on bway longer, their obcr's came out in 2018 and bmc's was from 2015 so its been growing a following since early-mid 2017. i hope this doesnt come off as rude bc i do think you made a really good, necessary point!!

you have an excellent point. you’re right, it wasn’t quite fair to compare bmc to those two. deh’s recording came out in early 2017 so i think my point does still stand, at least for deh (not to be rude to you whatsoever, because *cowboy voice* there’s plenty of room in the town for the both of our points, pardner). 

another thing id like to say, @lostgirlgwen commented that bmc is known as ‘the gay musical’ but here’s the prom, an also excellent show, that isn’t getting much fanwork attention despite the canon couple because it’s f/f. im not going to reply directly to replies/reblogs on the post (i don’t want it to get discourse-y, though i will say that yes, it doesn’t NECESSARILY mean it’s sexism because the m/m couples get more attention, but also that it can be seen as that and that either way it may definitely be, just not on the ‘utterly disgusting have to barf after reading about this because it’s so sexist’ level.) but i especially liked this reply and, when i got your ask, decided id mention it because it did somewhat relate to the ask.

[cferasure-moved]

Another Munday Prompt Except This Was Made On a Sunday Because I’m a Rebel

Remember to repost, not reblog!

Name: Ray  //  Rayne.

Pronouns: He/Him.

Selectivity: Selective, because I have a somewhat busy life and wouldn’t get much done otherwise. Also because I have zero tolerance for bullshit.

Favorite animal: Bats, foxes, cats.

Favorite muse you’ve had so far ever: Outside of certain OCs, because while they’ll always be my babies, that wouldn’t be telling anyone here much... Back in the day, I wrote Beyon/d Birthda/y in the Death N/ote fandom. Honestly, he’ll always be an old favorite, even though I don’t have that blog anymore. I had a great time, and I’ve got a few damn good memories from those days.

Muse you kinda wanna pick up: I have a Todoroki that’s a Work In Progress right now, because what’s self control?? And I’m going to be making a Shigaraki after that, because... because I hate myself, apparently. I don’t have an excuse here.

Most identifiable fictional character: For me, Karma from A/ssassinatio/n C/lassroo/m, honestly. A quick, easy-to-ignite temper, but one that mostly stems from not knowing how to properly deal with or convey his emotions? Check. Parents that probably love him at the end of the day, but have proven to be absent and are rather distant with him, at most times? Parental issues stemming directly from that distance, among other things? Check. A failure complex to the point that he doesn’t know how to cope with it? Check. Being an outcast and being well fucking aware of it, and lashing out more due to that? Check. Rebellious, ‘gives no fucks’ attitude to mask a crippling desire to succeed? Check. I could carry on, but yeah.

What color your aura is/think it is: I’ve always imagined it’d be Red, but I don’t know much about the subject.

Personality stuff you agree with (astrology, mbti, Hogwarts house, etc be as specific as you want!): These tend to be fairly accurate when it comes to myself, at least. Zodiac & Moral Alignment, mostly.

Do you think you’re a good driver: I have driven three times in my entire life, thus far. So, no.

Favorite minor discourse (pineapple on pizza, what color is the dress, etc): I actually don’t pay much attention to these, despite finding them vaguely amusing at times. If anyone else remembers the damned milk discourse? That.

Favorite vine and/or meme: I never vined, honestly. Favorite meme is the ‘Alexa Play’ meme, though - it’s fucking hilarious.

Why did you choose this muse: From moment one, I absolutely adored the character and was vaguely considering it. I made the mistake of bringing it up to my partner, they encouraged me, and now here we are!

Favorite rp memory: Meeting my current partner ( @floatiisms ) through RP is always going to be the major highlight of it all, but outside of that?  It’s honestly all about the ‘little things’ with me. People messaging me after I post a reply to scream about our thread/s, someone commenting on a drabble I wrote, people ‘liking’ my threads/ask responses ‘cause they saw it on their dash & appreciated it. Shit like that.

Favorite thing you’ve written, in rp or not: There’s this one currently unfinished, unposted, really long drabble that I wrote for one of my OCs. It’s been my brain child for like, months, and I haven’t got the chance to finish writing it all out, but that’s a major favorite when it comes to my writing right now. Outside of that? A couple specific poems that I’ve written over the years. ( If anyone ever wants a link to my dA, where those are posted, let me know? )

A line/lyrics/quote/etc you like or that means a lot to you:

Where are the people that accused me? The ones who beat me down and bruised me? They hide just out of sight, can't face me in the light. They'll return, but I'll be stronger...

God, I want to dream again. Take me where I've never been. I want to go there; this time I'm not scared. Now I am UNBREAKABLE, it's unmistakable. No one can touch me. Nothing can STOP ME. Give a shout-out to someone: I’m not exceptionally active in this fandom yet and, due to that, don’t honestly have many people to shout-out here. But that said? Consider this a shout-out to the darling who tagged me - you fucking rock, man, and it’s been great getting to know you so far!

Tagged by: @steelhardpecs​

Tagging: Any mutuals that haven’t done this yet ♥

[sparklemagpie]

I have felt for a long while now that I am just not good at Tumblr because I can't seem to reblog shit with any consistency to save my life.

I will 'like' posts until my thumb falls off but I rarely post anything myself and my anxiety issues have continually flared up around reblogging things.

The fact is that I don't really want to reblog posts about serious issues.

When I share anything serious about politics or social justice or the like I am afraid of starting discourse that I don't really have the energy to particpate in. I'm terrified of getting harassing anons in my inbox or something I agreed with being debunked or disproven days later and getting fucking shredded by shitty people for being wrong once on the internet.

I feel simultaneously guilted by posts saying shit like 'I see you not sharing this x group I am part of!' and then also indignant at the idea that if I don't reblog your depressing post about world issues I am automatically a crap human who doesn't care about that issue at all. Tumblr stops being fun or relaxing for me and becomes performative social justice roulette.

Then as a fallout of the above I will feel paralyzed by the idea of being judged for not reblogging something serious when I want to share something fun or fandomy. I don't even reblog fun things for fear that someone will message me like 'so you can reblog puppies but you can't give a fuck about x/y/z serious issues, you asshole?'

I know that this is at least somewhat irrational, but it has kept me from sharing content almost constantly since I joined Tumblr. I am so anxious of being judged for not wanting to discuss scary depressing issues that I can't discuss ANYTHING at all and I tell myself no one wants to hear about 'my trivial shit' if I can't give time of day to 'important' things.

I've concluded that I just don't want my personal space on this site to be about issues and which ones I support or don't; I joined this community for fun, not to make every post about performing my support/derision of certain things to some anonymous assholes' satisfacton. I just want to post memes and fandom shit and have fun dammit!

So, last night I changed my blog descripton to try to combat this anxiety more properly.

I have blanketly decided that I do not post anything negative/super serious/discoursey on this blog anymore. Unless I have a specific comment I feel very deeply compelled to add to a discussion I just don't DO discourse or social justice or whatever else anymore, full stop. This blog is my fun space now, period.

Since making that decision I have reblogged more stuff in the last 24 hours than I have ever managed in the space of a day before. It's been a freeing choice. I feel like just saying up front 'I am not here for serious things' gives me enough insulation to go ahead and share what I genuinely want to.

Let me be clear to any of my followers whom I also follow that I do care about your social justice posts. I will read them and 'like' them but my blog just isn't a space where I am going to share those things.

It's too exhausting for me. Engaging in that content past a like is just too much for my anxious self to handle and feeling guilted into doing so prevents me from engaging with the fun uplifting content that I most want to celebrate.

So anyway, this is my fun blog and this has been a PSA. Thanks for following y'all. ♡

[farmerlesbian]

I just wanted to say your blog is my absolute favourite, its as if its been specifically tailored to me (i know its not and shouldn't be) but its literally hitting the cornerstones of positivity, useful knowledge, pictures of cute animals and general nature, lesbianism like i could go on. Also the lack of discourse combined with the explicit love and acceptance of trans women and condemnation of colonialism is just so perfect because a lot of anti discorse blogs think they have to (part one)

be like apolitical which is stupid because peoples lives are at stake and yeah i just think your blog is amazing because youve really succeeded in creating a place that is like. perfect for growing? and healing? like a really safe space. sometimes i just scroll through your blog for a while and i feel like my attitude towards the planet has been rejuvenated afterwards yk? sorry if this is weird i just want you to know how much i appreciate the hard work you guys put in! (part two)

Thank you! Sorry we’ve been sitting on this one for a few weeks. Yeah I definitely wouldn’t say we are ‘apolitical’ or even against participating in discourse. We have a lot of strong opinions and viewpoints and politics and just because we don’t make like overtly political or ‘discourse’-y posts doesn’t mean that we are neutral or that stuff doesn’t matter! It’s very important. Discourse/discussion has its place, and we do periodically share things that are on topic for the discussion of the week on tumblr haha! The main reason we don’t do much ‘discourse’ type posts is because it’s good to have a break from it sometimes and we thought it’d be nice to have a somewhat less stressful place/blog that is still rooted in leftist beliefs. Like, we don’t get into internet arguments here but that doesn’t mean we don’t pay attention to what’s going on! 

We have a lot of opinions and beliefs that we don’t even talk about or address here at all but do subtly influence what’s shared. Like, we don’t want to only share thin and white and able-bodied wlw, so that often means we choose to NOT reblog things that otherwise are nice, so that the blog still has a good diverse representation. I’m a creative and used to participate in the photography tumblr back in the day so I try to only share credited work and images. One thing we’re bad about is the indoor cats stuff which I do feel very strongly about but so many cute cat pictures are of them unleashed outside and :( so that’s one thing we’re not so good about and I regularly feel bad about. Another thing that might be more subtle but is important to us is that we are NOT cottagecore at all. Maybe on the surface visually you might mistake us for that but I hope not! We’re not into promoting the pastoral euro-centric idealization. 

Basically we just try to stay clear-headed and grounded and not engage with negativity because while there’s a time and place for (heated) discussion and arguments and passionate disagreements, it’s also nice to have a time+place for positivity.