#Shitty rant

[several-skeevers]

The rant post 5 whole people asked me to make

I have recently gotten into I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream by Harlan Ellison. Before I begin the rant let me get a few things out of the way:

I do not own the game. I never will own the game. I am about half way through watching a playthrough of people playing the game. I have read the short story twice now. I did not know that the short story existed until I was halfway through watching the game play through. I will not be finishing the play through.

Fantastic. Rant post starts now.

The IHNMAIMS game fucking sucks in comparison to the short story. Obviously this is not the worlds hottest take I made a poll a while back and like 60 something percent of the people that voted agree that the story is better than the game. In this post I want to break down why I personally think this. If you want to add your reasoning feel free to reblog but since I don’t want to argue with strangers on the internet I will not be arguing with you all.

1. The differences in characters.

In the game some of the characters are so drastically different in the worst ways possible. It is hard for me to genuinely resonate with Ted in the game (as I did watch his section of the game) meanwhile in the story I GENUINELY felt horrible for him. Benny is reduced to little more then ‘haha cannibalism’ and also just NOT bringing up that he was gay even though it is directly mentioned in the story. While I’m talking about Benny literally why was AM so goofy in that section of the game? Im not even gonna TALK about Nimdok because what the fuck happened there?Point is the characters were changed DRASTICALLY for the game.

2. THE STORY ITSELF IS SO DIFFERENT????

Genuinely a ihnmaims game where we actually follow the plot of the story would be so so cool. Playing from Ted’s pov would be incredibly interesting and the ending would be gut wrenching, but instead we got whatever the fuck this is?

3. The artstyle.

Maybe just a personal note for me tbh, I usually adore pixel art and such but the artstyle for the game is heinous. Which is a real crime in a point and click game where you have no choice but to look at it constantly.

That’s all I have for now I’m tired but I hate the game please if you want to get into ihnmaims PLEASE PLEASE read the short story or if you’re not fond of reading there’s like a comic dub up on YouTube that is basically the short story verbatim and it has a VERY nice artstyle

[lolomustdie]

tiny rant

Tw: talk of r6pe allegations (not explicit tho)

So I got an anon that reminded me that all this shit has been going on and I needed to get this opinion off my chest for a while so here's this shitty rant (THIS IS NOT TARGETED AT THAT ANON, THIS IS AN IN GENERAL RANT AND NOT AIMED AT ANY SUPER SPECIFIC PEOPLE)

Y'all I'm so sick and tired of seeing ppl everywhere say shit like "isn't Melanie Martinez a rapist" and "felony floptinez" like

BROTHER

I feel like these bitches r seeing ppl talk shit online abt mel and they just go with it like a sheep in a herd, not researching or gaining any kind of knowledge of the case before going on Instagram or sum shit and bullying this poor woman. Like yes now a days she's a tiny bit problematic with her merch pricing and shit with her publicizing her love life but that's STILL not a reason to leave hurtful comments abt mel.

i feel like ppl now just see sum gossip shit and just believe it. Like if these mfs ACTUALLY WENT AND LOOKED IN to the case u would see that there is rlly A LOT of evidence that coins into Melanie being Innocent

I mean look, these r allegations that have been around for a while and have a lot of shit attached to it that I would have to write separately and that I wouldn't rant abt bc honestly my mel hyperfixation has long died out so like, we rlly don't know who's innocent bc as far as ik this was never even taken to court if I remember correct and Melanie hasn't even spoke out abt anything once since the allegations ramped up again. So the whole thing, ON BOTH SIDES, is weird in my opinion

I'm not taking sides in an extreme, I'm not even trying to prove Mel's innocents entirely, I'm just saying y'all should look over her and timothy's case before bashing EITHER of them online, like AT LEAST FORM AN OPINION???

YES it is weird that Timothy went and boohooed abt it online instead of taking legal action, YES it is weird that she said she was violated on a day mel was far away from her and ON TOUR, YES it is weird that she made this whole thing abt her phone getting dates wrong, and it is CERTAINLY weird that she would go sobbing away online bitching abt how ppl probably with fair knowledge of psychology were wrong talking abt her body language, ETC!!!

and I'm sure we would have a decent amount of things to say if Melanie spoke out more abt the allegations but she hasn't and we can't do anything abt that. I think the best thing to do is not take sides and just enjoy her music and butt out of this shit. It's probably just gonna pass like the last time the allegations rose and it'll be a tumbleweed in the middle of no where for a good couple years.

Yes I am defending mel REALISTICALLY WITHIN REASON, I am not going crazy saying she's done nothing wrong and she's an angel, r6pe allegations or not. I do not support her completely as a person. She overprices her merch way too much and is taking advantage of her loyal fans to farm them for money. She broke up with verde and immediately got a new bf and started posting a bunch of shit with them together almost to make verde jealous or smth probably but either way it's weird. She used to be a truthful humble person and fame and money and success has turned her into nearly the opposite of that.

Yes I like her music, yes I believe she is POSSIBLE innocent in the whole timothy thing, yes I admire her artistry and her message, yes I think she needs to set her shit straight, fix her prices, and speak out on ALL the situations being held against her. Big and small

She need to use her voice

But, with the evidence we have i can asure u timothy heller is on hoe shit, like tf??

The only homework I wanna leave y'all with is that IN GENERAL, please, ALWAYS do a fair amount of research on a piece of controversy before being an annoying misinformed Instagram commenter piece of shit 😭🙏

Ps, ts is lwk incoherent but I just needed to get this out of my system (of a down 👅) so yeah

[roadsidesuicide]

Going upstairs in my stupid jacket and my belts digging into my fucking stomach. My legs hurt and i got stabbed in the arm by some shitheads prop. Life sucks sometimes but not as much as how the candy i got sucked like ass because i already ate.

[cherryrazorblade]

had to be taken home while i was with my friends cuz i threw up and im so embarrassed, we were supposed to go see a movie but i was feeling so sick. also extremely bloated and i feel terrible i wish i could just never eat again

[flaredonut]

Why do flipaclip animators always have to put the app on their videos' titles? You don't see this happening to Flash, Clip Studio or ToonBoom animators too

[roeisanerd]

when will anyone ever be proud of me for doing more than the bare minimum of anything. i don’t want people to be proud i got out of bed or i washed my dishes or did my fucking laundry, everyone does that. i just want to be cheered on for something cool or have someone be proud of me for doing anything cool like winning a tournament or making something or idk any other cool hobby. instead i’m just the boring accountant who can’t get past painfully mediocre at anything “for fun” she does and thus can’t actually have fun doing said hobby bc she keeps getting upset that she isn’t improving or good enough at said thing, etc, etc.

“oh what do you do for fun?”

wellllllllll, nothing other than lose every game i play, do nothing and get hard carried in any game i do manage to win, make shitty small silly mistakes in any singleplayer game, i can’t play any instrument (well, at least), i don’t play any sports, i don’t have any special talent or anything, can’t sing, not nearly creative enough for anything art or writing related, and just be lonely and do nothing of importance like watch other people be successful and happy bc that’ll never be me.

it’s just over. i’d i had a cool hobby i would be good at, i’d probably find it already. i’ll never be more than “the boring one with the job” to anyone, especially to myself.

[redheadlesbianfreak]

Yes, people do need to take accountability for the partners they choose to date, at least to some extent. And no, this doesn't apply to abusive relationships, that situation is entirely different.

I'm talking about white people who date other white people who are openly racist. I'm talking about "allies" who date other people who are openly homophobic and transphobic. I'm talking about liberal women who date very conservative men. And seeing bigotry as nothing more than a "political issue."

Of course, it's different if your partner lies and actively hides their political views from you. But if your partner is openly voting for people like Trump, openly supporting conservative politicians, openly hating/harming minority groups, then you should leave them. And you should be held accountable if you to choose to stay with someone like that.

[running-with-kn1ves]

Cabin Fever, Baby Fever

A/N: originally named this doc ‘a dawg gone wrawng’ so I hope that gives you some idea as to what hell this is. Thanks to the anon for Conan's name, I wrote this mainly for his haters! deadass not sure if the drama is worth keeping most interested so his next ringer will probably be smut.

Part 1 , Part 2

Synopsis: You and the werewolf that knocked you up (ahem, kidnapper) discuss future pup names. 

CW: Pregnant! Reader described as a future ‘mother’, past mentions of kidnapping, kidnapper/kidnapped dynamic, knives 

You weren’t trusted in the kitchen. The only reason he left the knives out, was because he knew you wouldn’t have the gall to mess with them; if you did, a small steak knife wouldn’t do much to subdue the punishment you would quickly find, whether it was aimed at yourself or him. Anything else though, he didn’t believe you could handle. Not when you ached about the balls of your feet hurting, your lower back tensing up as you sat to read for the evening, or the dark circles laden under your eyes that made him throw a look of misery toward you.

It wasn’t just the roundness of your belly or the shift in your hormones causing you to complain. In fact, if you had been doing this entire pregnancy alone, you would probably be fine going back into work, with a slight pain in your tailbone or at your knees, but nothing you couldn’t handle. His hovering though, that was something out of your scope, doubling down on your constant stress from him always watching you. Like he was waiting for you to try and pick at the new keypad deadbolt he bought (mostly as an intimidation tactic.) Truly, a deadbolt would prove useless as long as he was here to stop you. 

Considering your recent… adventure had left you both exhausted, enraged, and anxious, your body had been deteriorating. You’d have no appetite some days and others you’d spend an evening ransacking the kitchen, alongside sleeping the entire day away only to be up at night sobbing, wishing you were anywhere but here in this shitty one bedroom flat, with a werewolf who didn’t even know how to decorate a damn living room besides for his PlayStation and 50-inch TV. 

He didn’t like to dwell on the past, or really anything that showed how miserable you were. So instead, Conan, the great next-door-whore and soon-to-be father, left you resting at the kitchen island to watch him try to cook, pretending like the fatigue causing your skin to droop and the redness in your eyes could be fixed by a good ol’ home-cooked meal. 

“I was thinking about baby names,” He broke the apartment’s stale silence, the slight sizzle of a pan on the stove accompanying his low voice. Often it felt like he talked to you like a hunter would, trying not to spook a fawn he planned on becoming his next wall decoration. “It’s so hard to choose. I mean, our kid is gonna have that name forever, y’know? Don’t want it to get picked on or nothin’ for its name.”

Our kid. What a strange thing to hear. You had known it as a fact, but hearing it outloud was bizarre.

“Names, huh…”  You let out a thin sardonic hmph at the thought.. “I agree, there’s enough things it’ll get pushed around for already, don’t need to add another one to the list.”

You didn’t mean to sound so bitter, but maybe it was the lack of concern for anything anymore that left you indifferent. 

Conan looked over his shoulder at you, his thickly haired arm still holding the pan’s handle. He was still chewing on the toothpick you saw him grab earlier. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

You knew this tone, the one that said you were playing with fire. 

“How many mixed parents do you know? It seems like trying for kids in general could be a death sentence…It’s not normal, or even common. This kind of interbreeding…I mean.” The thoughts were building the more you spoke; how hadn’t you thought of some of this until now-- What would your life be after giving birth? Would there be one at all? Humans weren’t meant to carry werewolf pups. Instead of scaring you, the idea almost felt irrelevant; you were already here, caged. Death might even be a blessing.  “Either way, ‘our kid’ won’t fit in with either humans or werewolves. There’s no one for them, no place or middle ground.” 

The worries you conjured were so surface level compared to Conan’s influence. How’ll this child grow up to be a normal being with a father who won’t even let its mother out of the house? A mother who had other plans in life than this?

“We’re not all that different in species,” Conan argued, turning away from the steaming pan to look at you. “And I guess we’ll just have to be the ones who protect it. I’m not against beating up some snot-nosed brats.”

Finding your hands with his calloused fingers, Conan kissed your knuckles with a practiced gentleness. It was uncomfortably soft, not like the werewolf who once demanded you cry out his name beneath his sheets. He gazed at you through his overgrown hair with a sick sense of watching, like his eyes were trained on you. When was he going to trust you enough again to go out of the house for longer than twenty minutes, at the very least to get a haircut? It’d be a relief to have some time to yourself. To get away from his ever-prying stare. 

“The kid will be fine, i’ll teach em’ some fist fighting techniques, show em’ how to properly give a wedgie.Before you know it our kid’ll be the one bullying!” 

“Right.” You sighed, giving a small grin to offset the poorly disguised glumness in your voice. The idea was a small drop of water in the desert of your new anxieties. 

Conan would rather have you screaming and hitting at him than to see you slumped on the bed again, but it had become so routine at this point even he began to feel defeated. Maybe this was a good sign though, some light in your eternal pessimism at his lame jokes. 

He leaned over the counter to press a small kiss to your lips, not waiting for you to return the gesture before moving back to the stove. 

“Well, back to names, I was thinking a little Connie, or something badass... like Maverick.” 

You made a face at the names, shaking your head a bit. 

“I guess I haven’t given much thought to it, but even those don’t sound right.” 

“Then…” He did something to the cooked meat to make a sharp hiss of steam rise. “Why don’t we go with something easy, like Conan?” 

Conan said the name with a strange lilt, waiting for your response. He kept his back to you, biting at the toothpick in his mouth. Was he secretly hoping you’d pick that one?

“You just want a kid named after you,” You cracked a genuine smile. “Connie, Maverick, or Conan junior is the best you can think of?”

Conan gave you a teasing look, taking the mouthwatering steak out of the pan with a pair of tongs.

“Hey, I don’t hear you coming up with anything better.” 

Looking down at your stomach, the bump started to look more familiar. You didn’t know what to think about the creature occasionally kicking at your uterus and forcing you to vomit in the mornings; it seemed like it was more a part of Conan than it was you, especially with the way he tended to it with his ear pressed to your stomach, rubbing your belly like you were some magical human lamp. 

“Technically, I guess the name would be fitting. ‘Little wolf’ isn’t too far from the truth.” 

Conan placed two plates full of meat and salad on a round dining table across from the kitchen. 

“And we’ll do Conanette if it's a girl.” He quipped. 

Rolling your eyes, you attempt to get out of the kitchen island’s chair. “Alright don’t push it.”

As soon as you move to stand, Conan is quick to rush himself in front of you, blocking your escape.

“I’ll carry you to the table.” He places one hand on the counter and stares at you cautiously.

“It’s literally like three feet,” You look behind him at the food, the hole in your stomach desperate for something with flavor and not the mere Saltines you’ve been eating all day. 

“Just let me do it. Please?” He looked almost desperate, most certainly ready to brood if you dared to reject him.

The last time he carried you was… not a pleasant ride. Is that why he wanted to pick you up now, to repair what he’s done? You almost grew irritated at the thought. Did he really think picking you up with your consent this time was going to change anything? You were a prisoner here, not some sweet lover. Just another one of his one-night stands gone wrong. 

Well, at least this explained why the sadism and horniness he usually radiated had been partly snuffed. 

A hard kick in your stomach made you clench your teeth; seemed like the little monster was as hungry as you were. 

“So fucking persistent...” You mumble, hurrying him with your hand to get it over with. If you wanted to eat and not be brutalized by a fetus, there was a clear option to choose. 

Conan was quick to follow, putting an arm at your back and under your knees to pick you up bridal style. Your bump had gotten big enough to be uncomfortable if he didn’t hold you right, but his arms were overly heedful when picking you up. Laying your head to rest on his collarbone, he kept your thighs away enough from your stomach to keep you uncramped. The werewolf had deadlifted barbells twice your size, leaving you to be a solid, comfortable warmness in his arms; this was one of the few times his strength didn’t appear  to make you afraid, the image of your comfort practically egging on the hubristic grin that spread on his lips. 

“See, it’s not all bad being treated like royalty.” He smirked, watching you hold the satisfaction of a ‘thank you’ or a smile from him. 

“Can you please hurry, mini Conanette is beating on her cell bars,” You wince, the smell of the seasoned meat making your mouth salivate and your stomach twist. You weren’t willing to let him know, but the warmth of his arms beneath you, the smell of his skin-- it brought about a gentle comfort, accompanied by a kind of unfamiliar terror that made you want to crawl out of your flesh.

Conan pulled out a wooden chair by the table with his foot, leaning down to set you in it. 

“T’s because little Conan knows his daddy’s here.” Conan gets on his knees to be eye level with your stomach, letting his hand rest on your knee. “Stop beating on your mother, you brat. Once you get out here, you’re gonna have to fight me like a man for all the pain you’ve been causing.”

“Okay, that’s enough out of you.”

His little remarks had forced a small laugh from your lips, making the evening like that more of a dream than reality. This was the same man who drug you back to his apartment, who won’t let you outside without a tight grip of his hand in yours?

You pull your chair in, searching for your fork and knife. Instead, a fork and a spoon were placed beside your plate, your steak already cut up in bite size pieces for you. Odd. 

That’s when you noticed it; the table was set up as per usual, but the tablecloth had been dry cleaned, and small candles were lit in the middle, a porcelain plate keeping the wax in a secluded pool. You even had a napkin at your side, something Conan didn’t particularly take note of often in bringing. 

The werewolf turned your face toward him with his large hand, careful not to strike you with his sharp claws. 

“Eat up, you need your protein.”

He almost sounded condescending, but the hard kiss pressed to your temple made you unsure.

This poor attempt at what looked like a date, an effort at putting back together something that never could be fixed, would not fool you. The missing knife was starting to make you nervous as Conan sat down on his side of the table, digging in, untroubled. It looked to be another freedom stripped away indefinitely, your food’s preparation an unfunny joke in how it was akin to being cut for a child.

Your laughter was gone, replaced by something sour bubbling in the back of your throat. You’d have to hope, to pray that today he just wasn’t taking any chances so you wouldn’t ‘ruin the evening,’, that you’d find the missing knife block back on the kitchen counter tomorrow morning. 

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I just want you to know that I was rereading the PDMDZS comics yet again, and I finally caved and watched Legally Blonde because you're like a puppeteer that draws things and I'm like "well, guess I have to see it now." Now, after watching Legally Blonde, I must tell you that Elle Woods is love, Elle Woods is life, Elle Woods is everything to me. Elle Woods would have been able to save Wei Wuxian from the Jins all while looking sparkly and fantastic as she does it. (Obviously with her hype girlies in the background)

Her power and influence know no bounds!

[ihateswansmorethananything]

What the hell did I just make

[frownyalfred]

If I hear one more person bring up David Corenswet’s nose as the reason they don’t like him as the casting for Superman I’m gonna lose it.

He and Cavill could be cousins, maybe even brothers. But somehow the nose is a “dealbreaker” now? When it’s the first Jewish Superman? Just say what you’re actually thinking.

[emloafs]

we may watch the same show but i watch it gayer

[alicethenobody]

It always annoys me when people make fun of Dante for not being as well adjusted as Nero despite being significantly older than him and calling Dante a manchild and stuff.

Like ok Nero obviously had a rough life and it shows with his anger issues and how he often feels the need to put on a tough guy act in front of anyone who isn’t Kyrie. But he had people who supported him throughout his life and helped guide him. A dev (I think it was Itsuno but I could be wrong) even said Nero would’ve ended up just like Vergil if he hadn’t met Kyrie.

Dante didn’t have that kind of guidance growing up, and the people who he could actually trust always ended up dead so from a relatively young age he was taught that everyone he gets close to will die just because he’s Sparda’s kid. He never had anything even vaguely resembling a normal life past the age of 8 so no wonder he is the way he is. DMC has this heavy theme about how people are often shaped by their experiences and I wish more people understood that.

Again, NOT downplaying Nero’s difficult childhood. Just explaining why he comes across as better adjusted than Dante.

[supreme-leader-stoat]

"Homeschooling should be banned, it's only ever used by insane conspiracy theorists who think the public school system is run by the devil and doesn't even teach kids basic literacy or social skills and [three paragraph rant that just tells me you've never sat down and talked with a homeschooled person in your life]."

[basilpaste]

ive been trying very hard to formulate a way to say this that doesnt make me sound like an asshole but honestly ive like. given up.

youre gonna drive yourselves fucking nuts with all the doom posting. and all the "its gonna be okay, you have to live" posting isnt any less doom posting. its all the same song to a different tune.

its shitty and terrible and youre allowed to feel shitty and terrible. but its not like. gonna change because you feel shitty about it. and constantly thinking about how shitty you feel about it is just gonna make you feel worse.

go like. eat a snack or something. play a game you like. i dunno. its shitty! but dont spend your time catastrophizing. drink some fuckin water or whatever other cheesy bullshit keeps you occupied while you process.

[themadcapmathematician]

[ID in alt.]