#stinky discourse

[eff-plays]

Hey man. Human rights debate on a BG3 fandom critical blog.

[fruitcakebro]

I just realised something about Third life.

HELMET.

Timmy bein a dirty little cheater, hmm? Not that it mattered in this case because he died immediately afterward, but STILL.

[ogatas-beloved]

Like idk. Imagine being a grown ass adult and still acting like "weird" or contradictory labels are the downfall of our community. Couldn't be me.

[deakwithit]

the amount of times i've followed a person for MONTHS only to find out theyre anti mspec gay is cray cray like why do u give so much of a fuck..go outside..yall will go to a gay bar wondering why mfs arent talking about flag discourse. like get a jobbb get a hobbyyy...

[autumnwoodsdreamer]

“Well if you don’t like them, you don’t have to watch them” yeah, okay, great, but I can’t escape them or their impact either

"What do you want from a remake" I DON'T WANT THEM. I DON'T WANT ANOTHER SOULLESS NOSTALGIA-FILLED CASH-GRAB. I DON'T WANT ANY OF THEM. I DON'T WANT ADAPTATIONS THAT KILL THE ORIGINAL MESSAGE OF THE THING THEY WERE BASED UPON NEITHER THE SHOT-BY-SHOT DESATURATED RECREATIONS. I WANT ORIGINAL STORIES!!! NOT REMAKES OF MOVIES THAT AIN'T EVEN 30 YEARS OLD!!!​AAGGGGGHHH

[c1trvswurld]

I love Tumblr sm. I can make back to back post about random shit. Worst case no one sees and I move on with my life. On other socials I felt weird for constantly posting and rebloging.... but that's kinda all that you do here. Reblog and yap until you find a mutual ir a group who tunes into your brain rot.

It's a calming thing rlly.

[noneofyourbizzness]

what im not liking about the way watchers are talking about langdon is the lack of compassion

the clip that aired of him lashing out at robbie has taken a very “kick him out with the trash” tone that i hate. he got caught mere hours ago and his entire life’s about to get blown up yall expect him to be rational and just leave when he hasn’t even processed shit yet? and with the kind of personality he has too? be fr

maybe its solely a twitter thing or whatever but the utter lack of nuance in some very popular takes is annoying the living fuck out of me. the speed at which discourse turned into perfect child of god santos vs stinky junkie white man langdon is surprising.

and i love both of those characters because yes actually santos does have problems with authority, whether its past trauma or her personality itself, her level of abrasiveness and individualism isn’t actually good for an environment like a emergency room in a hospital and her being a resident who’s still learning.

and maybe no dont advocate for her to risk killing another patient just cuz you like a complex woc character? in that regard langdon was right in his assessment of her.

now coming to langdon, he absolutely should not be having this kind of beef with santos and robby calling him out for it was great. but its not that hard to see that he’s like an older version of santos, more accomplished and self assured but he’s just like her and he doesn’t know what to do when hes looking in a mirror his entire shift.

langdon is also a very high functioning addict and his behaviour and life outside of being a doctor is suffering due to his addiction. whether its being reactive with coworkers or impulsive at home and somewhat neglectful of his marriage, its a very good depiction of a certain type of substance abuse that often flies under the radar, the kind where people have a trouble with pain management and have a high tolerance to drugs and who dont show obvious signs.

yall praise the show for being realistic but dont clock the amount of compassion that it depicts towards people struggling with mental illness, even with one of their own, mckay being 9 years sober.

[theconchord]

I am so sorry to the people reblogging this. I'm not trying to spoil the fun or state that you can't enjoy this for what it is, but this *is*

AI Art.

So please

Tag it appropriately.

㋡🥀

[dekariosclan]

What do you think about Gale with a Tav who farts a lot in their sleep? LOL

😂 Well folks, my blog has officially reached peak Galemancer discourse! Nothing but the highest intellectual discussions taking place on this blog! I’m awed, impressed, and a little bit scared right now.

I just have two things to say about this subject:

One: Of course Gale would still love and cherish his stinky soulmate, there’s no question about that! And he would do his best not to embarrass them as he brought up this, ah, delicate subject. I’m sure he would lovingly craft them the Faerunian magical equivalent of Gas-X to help alleviate the problem. That, or some sort of wind enchantment to keep their bedroom air circulating! But I’m just gonna come right out and say it: I think if anything, Gale has a higher chance of having gut issues than his beloved. The man had an orb that made his insides feel like a “teething displacer kitten,” he absorbed god-knows-what kind of magical essences from all sorts of trinkets, and he avoids vegetables in his meals at all costs. Let’s face it, our pixel husbands’s gut biome is probably a hot mess! But we still love him 😂

Two: I need you all to know that Gale makes a fart joke in BG3. Yes he does! And he says it in the most Gale way possible. It’s currently impossible to get without working around the coding blocking it, but it’s in there and voiced you can see it at 14:44 in this great video. It happens when Tav and Gale confront Lorroakan:

TLDR:

Lorroakan: What was that??

Gale: A fart like you

[transfemme-shelterdog]

I was an active participant in the ace/aro discourse on the side of aces and aros and tbh the reframing of it as “mean stinky asexys bullying trans women” is… this wasn’t history so historical revisionism isn’t right. Tumblr lore revisionism?

1. We saw multiple TERFs admit they became TERFs after becoming ace exclusionists because they found the arguments they were making for kicking asexuals and aromantics out were also arguments they could use against trans people.

2. I can think of multiple transfems who supported aces and aros. This may be a blind spot on my end, but the only transfem exclusionist I can think of was discourseprincesa who later turned out to be lying. She claimed to be an Afro-Latina Jewish intersex trans lesbian and every time someone tried to call her out from the perspective of a different marginalized group she’d suddenly reveal she had a connection there too. She was infamous for being a raging ableist who regularly suicide baited and harassed people, sometimes to the point of panic attacks and mental breakdowns, but her accidentally posting on the wrong blog where she’s honest about being a cis perisex white woman was what got every exclusionist to finally stop supporting her.

3. Wait, I almost forgot the other transfem who was an ace exclusionist. She was best known for dating the person who accused aces of stealing the color purple from bi people. Aside from those two, the majority of aphobes I saw and encountered were cis women, transmascs, trans men, and nonbinary people who either didn’t list their agab or were afab. This is not surprising when you’re on a website that is predominantly those who were afab. These demographic numbers would look a lot different if it took place on Reddit.

4. The entire ace discourse was nothing more than a site-wide bullying campaign against asexuals and aromantics, with any Ace or aro who was too open about their orientation risking getting mountains of anon hate and harassment, suicide baiting, etc., and even something as harmless as “cake and dragons” was open to receiving a slew of aphobic bullshit, to the point where aces and aros basically couldn’t have anything. We saw a lot of aces and aros go from being out and open about it to suddenly being so much quieter and hesitating if they even wanted to go to queer events at all, as they learned from years of harassment that they weren’t welcome there. Given how one post that sticks out to me is a person saying that if they saw an ace lesbian holding an ace flag at pride they’d punch her for it, I can’t say I blame them.

So, that’s all entirely from memory! I’m sure someone else can fill in additional details if they’d like.

Important history right here

[all-for-the-game-confessions]

I know it’s completely irrational and petty and that there are deeper themes and character stuff blah blah blah but I *despise* when people are like “well actually Jean and Neil would’ve been together in another universe 💔”

There!! Is no other universe!! Remember!! Key point of Jean’s character!!

Keep your Jeanneil out of my Andriel thanks

To clarify I like Jean perfectly fine I just grind my teeth at the thought that people will look at Andriel in their entirety and be like “uwu no Andrew can die alone teehee evil stinky man fuck you Jean’s never done anything wrong ever teehee” which I have seen and it boggles my mind. Also they ignore that fact that Neil is. Neil. He does things wrong also. Hello!

Idk them as romantic dynamic makes me want to eat my kneecaps

Platonic Jeanneil truther

Also why are people suddenly like “sex discourse!!” They’re legal adults but they are young. Smut writers are gonna write. Their niativity is part of their characters and young people, believe it or not, also have sex.

Universal tumblr and ao3 culture; Just block them. Like I do when I see romantic Jeanneil

Good day this has been a nonsensical ramble

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[sarahmmmm29]

I need everyone to know that The Cupid Shuffle is a song by Cupid releases in 2007, and The Cha Cha Slide is by DJ Casper (often referred to as the Casper Slide) released in 2000. Blaine is right about the Cupid Shuffle, but they are incredibly similar songs that are both played at school dances. I thought most people knew that Blaine was refercing a completely different song than the Cha Cha Slide.

Inspired by the most recent short video

(Original under the cut)

It's from a reddit post, I think

[anistarrose]

Because the new wave of aphobia in 2023-24 seems to heavily revolve around "screenshot complications of (supposed) ace people and ace inclusionists having bad regressive takes about kink at pride," let me just say three things:

Sock puppet accounts don't account for every "bad ace opinion," but aphobes have been using sock puppets for as long as "ace discourse" has been a thing on tumblr;

You can name literally any sexuality and find someone of that sexuality, or someone who agrees that said sexuality is LGBTQ+, who has utterly dogshit opinions (both about kink at pride, and otherwise), and that still doesn't fucking speak for every other person of that sexuality;

The following doesn't justify sex negativity from anyone, ace or otherwise, but. Surely, you can understand why ace people. Especially younger ones. Might have a bad knee-jerk reaction to the idea of sex positivity, when. When fifty percent of posts defending kink at pride feel the need to include some combination of the ideas "sex is what makes us human," "sex is what makes us queer," and "virgins are boring cringe stinky losers and socially acceptable to bully."

Aphobes have never written a genuinely good argument for sex positivity instead of getting lost along the way trying to "own" the people they don't want to see in the queer community. Ace people deserve better than this. Sex positivity also deserves better than this. Be better than this. Come on.

[angstigone]

you had thought that bringing denji and power with you to the grocry story for a late night grocery run would allow aki to rest, as he had seemed more than done with the dynamic duo.

albeit, the two weren't any better behaved with you, they wouldn't at least antagonize against you, mostly embarassing you with their own perks.

hence, you had sent them to pick up a 'reward' for their good behavior while you went to pick up some wine; the thought of having an home date with aki appeared in your mind as you remembered that power and denji would be off to a night shift in the incoming week.

you were examining the different brands when you were startled by a pat on your shoulder and while you thought of finding denji trying to convince you to buy something otrageous, you were faced with a man a few years your senior looking back at you calmly.

«miss, may I ask for an opinion?» he asked politely and although you were definitely tired off as it was - indeed - a late night run, you tried to gently smile and return the politeness «... I was choosing a wine for a date, and I am not an expert so I thought I'd ask for a second opinion».

he then extended two bottles in his hands, continuing to smile politely.

«oh...» what you wanted to actually say was 'the best option would be not picking up wine from a 24/7 kombini' but you were doing the right same, so you weren't in any judgement zone «... alrightie, I did drink the one you have in your right hand and if you'd like to drink vinegar, I am sure you'll be fine».

«that bad?» the man laughed at your sarcastic quip and you smile in compliance «... alright, alright... anything you'd like to suggest».

«your second choice is pretty solid, I do prefer white wine over red, but I'd say it mostly depends on what you'd like to cook and pair with it» you explained although it felt a bit obvious, but tried to be polite not wishing to be thought rude as the man was definitely well-intention. till, he wasn't.

«oh well... that depends» he said, assuming a thoughtful pose before his mouth opened in a smirk «... what would you like to eat on your first date?».

you tried not to let the dread show on your face at the badly-spoken pick up line; it wasn't even the fact that you were - happily - in a relationship, but the way that the man was lookng at you expectantly as if he had just said the best thing ever...

plan to let him down happily as you went to casually play with the lapislazuli ring that aki had gifted you for your birthday, although it was on the wrong hand to be an engagement ring.

«oh that'd be nice... except...».

«except she has already a mate, filthy rat!».

your face dropped further at the highpitched voice that spoke the words, not having to turn around to feel power's - stinky - presence by your side. she had an hat that hid her horns but she didn't look any less terrifying.

«... get your stinky hands off her!».

«power...» you started because as much as you had been aggravated by the unwanted attention from the man and cringy pickup line, you were sure that whatever the fiend would have come up with was much worse than your kind rejection «... it's fine... have you already...».

«don't you have no shame, dude!» oh no, power's craziness was matched with denji's own shamelessness. this was so over «... to hit onto a girl with a boyfriend!».

«a boyfriend?... filthy... rat?» the man looked patiently confused as his eyes racked from power to denji and back and forth «... I didn't know... I was simply... what is it... can't you even shoot your shot with an hot girl anymore?».

«no» power said finally, as you turned your head to check on the situation and found denji shaking his head judgingly «... she and topknot are happily mated! we are just waiting for pups to come out at any ti...».

«and just because a girl is hot, it doesn't mean that she has to give you any time of her day!» denji retorted right as you thought it could get worse and while his discourse did make sense, you were startled when he added «otherwise, I and miss makima would already be... i don't know... a thing?».

«is this... is this some new... anti-creep method?» the man spoke startled and definitely a bit intimidated as he took a few steps back «... to... have your friend pretend they are weirdos?».

«pretending? oh no, the great power doesn't pretend to be anything!» power, instead, moved a step forward as a lounding predator animal «... she's a weirdo!».

«powy, that isn't... well, that isn't a compliment» denji spoke before turning her attention to the unwanted assilant «... and if you know you are a creep why do you try to hit on girls? who's the weirdo now?».

if the man looked more uncomfortoable or confused, you didn't know. you knew just that power's and denji's plan worked as he backed off with a bewildered look, looking thoroughly traumatized.

you turned to denji and power fully, noticing the two high-fiving each other and then bumping their hips as they must have seen on a music video and it reminded you perfectly how young those two were, letting a smile appear on your face.

«he won't probably approach another girl ever» you said and while usually you'd be annoyed at them bothering an unwanted bystander, you felt your mouth quirk up in a smile «... good».

«I know!» denji promptly beat his fist onto his chest as a motte of pride while power smiled promptly.

«we gotta assure ourselves that you are protected when hayakawa isn't with you!» she muttered as if she had seriously given this much thought and you couldn't help but slightly giggle at their ridiculousness.

«well, I could have handled it on my own but thank you for the help» you gently patted each head in thanks.

«you totally couldn't» denji snickered before piping up «and either way, hayakawa promised us treats if we scared any man that approached you».

at that you quirked an eyebrow as power shot him a slight look of aghast horror at the revelation.

«that is so not true».

«it is!» denji insisted although you couldn't see aki to be like that. to say something like that; he wasn't definitely the jealous type and nor had ever been one to be outright possessive «... whether you believe me or not!».

you simply huffed knowing that there was no way you could have won such a competition and it was getting late. you were tired and sleepy and aching to get rid of the awkward meeting with a daily dose of hugging aki tightly to sleep.

«mmh, alright, let's go. put whatever sugary threat in the bin and let's go towards the exit» those two were then all too happy to fall into the discussion as they complied with your request, moving towards the checkout station.

as you scanned the items swiftly you couldn't help thought but smile softly at the small little family you felt, with an overprotective fiend and a cunning hybrid.

---

«... by the way, did you tell denji and power to keep an eye out for any potential dude hitting on me?».

«...».

«you did?!».

«I thought they'd realize I was joking».

«were you?».

«...».

[pyrrhiccomedy]

the one thing I have heard probably the most consistently, from the most people, since being diagnosed with breast cancer, is that I have a "good attitude;" meaning, that I make jokes about having cancer, which makes whoever is listening to me feel better about the fact that I have cancer.

Here's the thing - the worst part of having cancer (so far, in my experience - I'll update as this progresses) is having to live with the constant, oppressive dread that right now, somewhere in my body, a cancer cell is taking root in my bones, or in my lungs. That it will silently grow, and spread, and eventually become rampant and untreatable, killing me decades before my time, and I won't know that I'm on that course until it's too late to do anything about it. That I will have to leave my wife alone, that she will have to watch me die painfully and without dignity, and that I will leave this world without having had the time to see so much of what makes it beautiful and strange.

this is not a funny thought!

However, the second worst part of having cancer is - okay, so they removed the tumor, right, and at the same time, they also removed a clump of lymph nodes in my armpit. They do that to test whether or not the cancer has spread. So coming out of surgery, I have two incision sites: one above where the tumor was, and the other one on my trunk right about where your bra passes under your arm.

And that means I'm not allowed to wear deodorant for ten days.

Imagine me: stinky, in my bed. I am an adult woman with a beating heart. I will not claim I have any greater share of dignity or wisdom than a typical example of my cohort, but I have lived and learned and erred, and amassed a small collection of accomplishments which I would not be ashamed to present to God at my reckoning, should such a being exist, and should such a reckoning take place. Times when I have shown meaningful kindness to someone when it would have been more convenient or popular to do nothing. Times when I have told a necessary truth to my own painful detriment. Things I have made that possessed, to at least a meager measure, a glimmer of genuine beauty. Trust I have earned, and not betrayed. I'm not a saint, but my soul is not nothing, and as I am forced to reckon with my own mortality in a way that few people my age ever do, I, like - I smell pretty bad? And like - my armpit is, like, clammy. I mean, how long has it been since you didn't wear deodorant for multiple days. There's a change in texture that I was not expecting. Just in the right armpit! The left armpit is fine, she gets to have deodorant.

But like, stress makes the B.O. situation not so hot, and I'm medically prohibited from doing the one thing that would rectify the situation. I own deodorant. It's right over there. I can see it from where I'm sitting. I am sure you understand of course that I am immersed in greater miseries. Even aside from the existential dread of having cancer - the incisions are painful. I'm very tired. I have two blown-out veins from when the anesthesiologist struggled to find a workable injection site before the surgery, so I have some wild bruising, and I can't really bend my left arm. But these are afflictions with some dignity. To have pain or fatigue after surgery is rather ennobled in the common discourse. But - do I have to smell like ham, too?

Must I smell like rank ham?

Of course the solution to the ham smell is just to take more showers, but bathing after surgery presents its own category of woes, which are also not particularly dignified. And it's here, caught betwixt the Scylla and Charybdis of 'smelling like old meat' and 'unwinding my boob from its surgical sling to take another ride around the wet room rodeo' that I find the humor in my situation. The feeble ape rails against her trivial but intractable stink!

And that humor spreads - much like cancer! - to everything else that it touches. It is, actually, very funny to tell someone that the joke Christmas gift they got for me is probably what gave me cancer. It's funny, when people find out I got my diagnosis on January 2nd, to blandly follow that up with "--So, 2024, not off to a great start, but 2025 is going to be my year." It's funny, when someone invites me to something we both know I probably don't want to go to, to suck air between my teeth and go, "Ooh, I would, but, you know--the cancer. Yeah, I can feel it flaring up right now. Maybe next time."

Things are funny when they subvert your expectations. People expect you to treat your cancer diagnosis very gravely, and so it's funny - to them, and to me - when I don't. And then they tell me I have "a great attitude."

"You'll be fine," I've heard over and over again. "You have a great attitude. That's the most important thing, in this kind of a situation - keeping a great attitude."

I certainly hope that's true! There is definitely plenty of science to support the idea that a positive mental attitude has an impact on health outcomes. I think the effectiveness of modern chemotherapy drugs, and the extent to which my particular cancer responds to them, will have a significantly larger impact; and that moreover, it's probably prudent to remember that people with great attitudes die of cancer every day. But I will not turn my nose up at a percentage point or two perhaps coming from the willingness to crack jokes about all the cancer I've got, and how surprised I was to learn that I'd got it.

As I suggested up top, I know that when people say "you have a great attitude," they sometimes genuinely mean that they are pleased to find me in a mental state that might increase my chances of recovering from a deadly disease, but mostly they mean "thanks for not being a huge bummer about your cancer. I appreciate you for not ruining my day about it." And I'm completely okay with that. Like, yeah - I am deliberately sparing you from the burden of having to Take Seriously my life-threatening condition. You're welcome. I, too, would rather avoid this conversation on one of the finite number of Thursdays God has seen fit to grant unto the measure of our lives. What the fuck are you supposed to do about any of this?

(Shout out to my one good work buddy who, on hearing the news, instantly responded with "Oh my god, Geri Hallwell aka Ginger Spice also got breast cancer young! You're like twins!" Thus far he is the only person who has said something in response to the news that actually made an immediate, positive impact.)

So anyway, obviously all I ever say in response to "you have a great attitude" is "Thanks! I'm just focusing on the positives and taking it a day at a time." Because that's true, and moreover, it's all anyone needs to hear.

What I'd like to say - not to them, because there's no point in burdening them any further than the embarrassing reminder of death burdens anyone - but maybe to someone, maybe just to You, maybe that's why I'm writing this -

What I'd like to say is: dogg, you have no idea how subverted my expectations have been lately. How could I not find this funny?

How profoundly alienated from the absurdity of death would I have to be to not laugh about this?

Like - I know this is so stupid, but listen: I could die. No, no - listen - no I know everyone dies - but like - are you listening? Are you actually listening? I could die. I could die. I could die. I could die.

Isn't that so funny? Isn't that actually so funny?

And this - this attitude that I'm in, right now, this one right here, where shaking my head ruefully and marveling at the - maybe belated, but I think probably actually quite premature - realization that oh no, 'everyone dies' means for me too, huh - and laughing at myself for never, apparently, really grasping that until now, and laughing at the incredible statistical unlikelihood my cancer - I've never won anything before! - and laughing at how woefully ill-prepared most people are to respond to news like this, and laughing about how, of everything terrible about cancer, the actual number-two-on-the-list worst thing about it so far is that I can't put on deodorant -

Is this the great attitude you're talking about?

I'm not angry, I'm not resentful, I'm curious, I'm really curious. Do you understand why I'm laughing?

[arodabi]

In light of recent dramas, people have to realize that the only way to stop queer discourse is to stop agreeing with and platforming terf ideology

Just bc you reblog “terfs are stinky!!!” and “trans women are women!!!” posts does not mean you’re not indulging in terf rhetoric. I still see people reblogging feminism and discourse posts from urls like wombyn-born-wombyn and radfemthoughts and then act surprised when they’re informed they’re spreading terf ideals