#and applying it to every aspect of life

[buggyandthebartoclub]

Idk how to say this but it’s hypocritical to say it’s all fiction, no thought policing, etc etc when it’s about stuff you’re horny for but not for the things you’re not horny for.. In both writing and art..

*shrugs* idk some of y’all kinda give rules for thee not for me w it. Idk. Just reflecting on things

[grecoromanyaoi]

i dont like the tumblr-esque discussion abt "privilege" and such bc like. it isnt centered around using ur privilege to help other ppl, moreso abt. how should i say that. jerking off to ur own guilt? in a way thats like. if u have privilege u should feel bad, or even, if u have privilege ur a bad person (which is silly bc literally everyone has privilege to some degree).

bc like. wouldnt it be more helpful to just do what u can to help and go on and live ur life? like isnt idk. not eating out bc ur middle class there are literally homeless ppl (which is fr how some of you all sound) is silly, shouldnt you just go out, give the waiter a big fat tip and give ur money to the homeless guy on the corner of the restaurant? isnt it more helpful than wallowing in ur own guilt? isnt engaging w other cultures for example, even messily, better than building a big fence around urself culturally bc ur privileged?

bc like. stuff like 'how can u live ur life when there are litcherally people dying' (which is. p much word for word posts ive seen on here) isnt. helping the ppl that are dying? how is me sitting home miserable n jacking off to my own guilt helping them? wouldnt it be better if i like. donated money 4 example, or went 2 protests, or learned abt them, or had meaningful discussions w those around me, while also trying to live my life to the fullest?

ppl are suffering and thats terrible. but sitting at home doing nothing but masturbating to your own privilege/guilt isnt helping them. its just adding another name to the list of ppl suffering. idk what my point even is w this post. i just see a lot of like. guilt-trippy shit that drives me insane.

[hdusa]

are the songs on your playlist mostly for specific seasons/eras/moments or are they mostly more general songs for the overall character? what are your favorites and why?

in the spirit of recent events these are the songs I put on after every stream to really feel everything that happens

[earraigh]

my friend booked us a pottery class a couple of weeks ago and now i have the heart shaped bowl of my dreams ✨💖✨

[shadyhouse]

i keep getting rejected from job applications and i have no idea what im doing wrong. i wish they would just tell you WHY you're getting rejected and ways to improve. its a guessing game that ends up making me feel even more worthless than i felt before

[theflyingfeeling]

yes it's just me whining about the same thing for the billionth time, pls just scroll past nothing new to see here 👋

[unluckywisher]

I don't know how to be normal about it

[wander-wren]

unironically, telling myself “you are not a unique specimen of humanity” has become the most helpful mantra, as a neurodivergent trans kid whose teen years were (technically have been) spent feeling like some kind of extinct animal dropped into a close-but-not-quite-right ecosystem.

you are not uniquely awkward or strange or embarrassing. everyone struggles to communicate, to express themselves. everyone messes up. the cashier at the store has seen six people try to push a pull door or drop their change or what have you. it’s fine.

you are not uniquely smart or knowledgeable or enthusiastic, even about things that matter a lot to you. other people can know things and get things right and be excited, and you can even be wrong, and it doesn’t mean anything. it does not take away from you.

you are not uniquely unequipped for life. a lot of people struggle with things that should be simple. a lot of people can’t keep to schedules, or forget important tasks, or just plain need help sometimes. we’re social animals. there are a lot of skills involved in making it to the end of the week, and not everyone gets taught them all, or even the same ones.

you are not uniquely tortured. sure, your exact experience might be strictly yours, but broadly speaking? there is a name for what you’re experiencing. there is a community. if it is distressing you or harming your daily function, there is help. you are not alone.

you are not a unique specimen of humanity.

[deathfavor]

1 of my favorite mythology artists: maybe i’ll make merch! me: gasp me: maybe....maybe i will treat myself if they do & i like it... me @ me knowing i wont bc i almost never treat myself: bitch why tf you trying to fool yourself

[gabriellovescandy]

Kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me

[finnickodaiir]

I'm Brazilian, but okay :/

[phantom-curve]

*screams into the void* I’M FUCKIN OVER IT

[emi1y]

i have to start over every time i fuck up and i will learn and do better next time but it has to be a completely new next time i will never invest any time trying to fix a mistake. just cut my losses and run

[lacnunga]

Would love to be a guy with literally any sort of consistency

[ghost-in-the-stalls]

I feel like 90% of tumblr interactions come down to:

People on tumblr don't know how to navigate interpersonal situations and relationships

People on tumblr try to educate each other on navigating interpersonal situations and relationships

People on tumblr have to give a thousand qualifiers and follow up posts about their education on interpersonal relationships because few of them actually try to learn about navigating impersonal relationships outside of tumblr, and so they think they're coming across these novel philosophies and Hot Takes whenever they have an epiphany about interpersonal dynamics, without ever just acknowledging that people are infinitely diverse, and so their experiences and mannerisms and expectations will also be infinitely diverse, and there are in fact no hard and fast rules you can apply to all conversations

Its like platos allegory of the cave if it included being microdosed tidbits of supposed wisdom from someone who was into superwholock ten years ago.

Its bad, is what I'm saying.

[mortalityplays]

This is a dangerous sentiment for me to express, as an editor who spends most of my working life telling writers to knock it off with the 45-word sentences and the adverbs and tortured metaphors, but I do think we're living through a period of weird pragmatic puritanism in mainstream literary taste.

e.g. I keep seeing people talk about 'purple prose' when they actually mean 'the writer uses vivid and/or metaphorical descriptive language'. I've seen people who present themselves as educators offer some of the best genre writing in western canon as examples of 'purple prose' because it engages strategically in prose-poetry to evoke mood and I guess that's sheer decadence when you could instead say "it was dark and scary outside". But that's not what purple prose means. Purple means the construction of the prose itself gets in the way of conveying meaning. mid-00s horse RPers know what I'm talking about. Cerulean orbs flash'd fire as they turn'd 'pon rollforth land, yonder horizonways. <= if I had to read this when I was 12, you don't get to call Ray Bradbury's prose 'purple'.

I griped on here recently about the prepossession with fictional characters in fictional narratives behaving 'rationally' and 'realistically' as if the sole purpose of a made-up story is to convince you it could have happened. No wonder the epistolary form is having a tumblr renaissance. One million billion arguments and thought experiments about The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas that almost all evade the point of the story: that you can't wriggle out of it. The narrator is telling you how it was, is and will be, and you must confront the dissonances it evokes and digest your discomfort. 'Realistic' begins on the author's terms, that's what gives them the power to reach into your brain and fiddle about until sparks happen. You kind of have to trust the process a little bit.

This ultra-orthodox attitude to writing shares a lot of common ground with the tight, tight commodification of art in online spaces. And I mean commodification in the truest sense - the reconstruction of the thing to maximise its capacity to interface with markets. Form and function are overwhelmingly privileged over cloudy ideas like meaning, intent and possibility, because you can apply a sliding value scale to the material aspects of a work. But you can't charge extra for 'more challenging conceptual response to the milieu' in a commission drive. So that shit becomes vestigial. It isn't valued, it isn't taught, so eventually it isn't sought out. At best it's mystified as part of a given writer/artist's 'talent', but either way it grows incumbent on the individual to care enough about that kind of skill to cultivate it.

And it's risky, because unmeasurables come with the possibility of rejection or failure. Drop in too many allegorical descriptions of the rose garden and someone will decide your prose is 'purple' and unserious. A lot of online audiences seem to be terrified of being considered pretentious in their tastes. That creates a real unwillingness to step out into discursive spaces where you 🫵 are expected to develop and explore a personal relationship with each element of a work. No guard rails, no right answers. Word of god is shit to us out here. But fear of getting that kind of analysis wrong makes people hove to work that slavishly explains itself on every page. And I'm left wondering, what's the point of art that leads every single participant to the same conclusion? See Spot run. Run, Spot, run. Down the rollforth land, yonder horizonways. I just want to read more weird stuff.