#i know this sounds like a fake tumblr story but it's true

[irregularbillcipher]

most surreal irl fan experience was that time my friend invited me to a college party at his apartment and i, an animation/comics student, was trying to mingle with his friends, a bunch of law and engineering majors. somehow or another we got into talking about animation, and i mentioned the flatland film i was working on and went "uh if you know gravity falls, it's sort of inspired by bill cipher, there's some references to the book in the show and the extra-canon stuff--" and one of the guys' eyes lit up and he went "YEAH! YEAH HE'S FROM FLATLAND THAT'S WHY HE MAKES HIS PHYSICAL FORM OVER A FLAT GRAY SHAPE AND TALKS ABOUT A THREE DIMENSIONAL MAKEOVER" and i, completely gobsmacked, went ".......... YEAH!" and then pulled out the copy of flatland i had in my bag (because i was even more insane at the time and always kept it on me) and the dude lost his mind

[fangweaver2099]

𝐅 𝐀 𝐖 𝐍 𝐓 𝐄 𝐄 𝐓 𝐇 - Prologue pt 1

MINORS DNI 18+ FIC

You’ve always liked the idea of having a dominant partner - BDSM was something you’ve read about, watched videos about.

Something you made Pinterest boards and aesthetic tumblr posts about when you were 18 and curious, the idea always sounded nice, but you’ve never done it in practice, not really. Sure you bought fuzzy handcuffs at a gag gift store once, but that didn’t really count.

You’re still a virgin.

You’ve always had that chronically awkward, workaholic type of vibe that made typical dating near impossible at worst and frustrating at best. Normal dating apps have proven fruitless and agitating. So poor curious little you talked yourself into making a fetlife account. You weren’t looking for true love, but at least you could get laid.

DM Request from: 10:13 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Hello, Fawn.”

College was for new experiences after all.

CW: BDSM heavy/centric fic. Safe, Sane & Consensual. Miguel is your professor, but you both don't know that. Age Gap (Y/N is 23, Miguel is mid 30's)

PART 2

DM Request from: 10:13 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Hello, Fawn.” 

You squint at the request - you can see his icon is his torso.

You knew you had to snoop - be careful. The classic teen girl not wanting to be abducted shit. His skin was tanned - pale palms and even skintone told you he wasn’t a white guy. NYC was a melting pot - so you weren’t about to think too hard about it. You scroll through his writings. Most were boring and formal. You debate reading over the ‘contract template’ he had posted but decide against it.

His pictures are, mostly, not entirely him. A few torso shots showing off dark hair and abs - or more casual showing off a normal looking body of a dude who clearly worked out. The others are a few different women in different states of undress smothered in bondage ropes, always a bright red. The one that intrigues you the most again has the face censored by a black bar, but she’s hung upside down against the wall, diamonds of rope on her thighs as she’s suspended before red rope that was weaved into a massive spider web. He was a fan of spiders - the user name made sense.

The photos were old, from 2016 at the newest. The photos of him were new - posted just 6 months ago.

His wall was what told a touch of his story. You scroll down dozens of posts, women and men acting friendly or asking to meet up again. You wonder if he used to be a community person, the anon nature of his account was new? Could you check on the wayback machine? 

You tab back into his chat.

“hey. are you really 6’9? ” - Fawnteeth - 10:19 PM

 10:19 PM - WebRigger2099 - “You think I’d lie about that?”  

“maybe. I know a lot of guys who lie about their height, I’m tall enough to tell.” - Fawnteeth - 10:20 PM

 10:20 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Smart to ask. Yes, I am really 6’9”. Is height a big seller for you?”  

“when you’re a tall woman, it is.” - Fawnteeth - 10:20 PM

 10:21 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “You want me to make you feel small. Noted.”

“what had you messaging me? you seem popular.” - Fawnteeth - 10:21 PM

 10:22 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “I’ve been in the scene for a long time, made my way around. Your interests line up and you seem at least somewhat concerned about your own anonymity.”  

“here I thought you’d say you found me pretty.” - Fawnteeth - 10:22 PM

 10:22 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Shallow compliments hardly get us anywhere. Besides, that’s a given.”  

“well, thank you anyway. need to keep this and my personal life separate, like you I see.” - Fawnteeth - 10:23 PM

 10:24 PM - WebRigger2099 - “ “We all have our secrets and reasons to keep them.”  

“serial killer sorta secrets?” - Fawnteeth - 10:24 PM

“I’m kidding.” - Fawnteeth - 10:24 PM

 10:24 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Would you believe me if I said no?”  

“I can try. it’s not like you’re a blank profile, web.” - Fawnteeth - 10:25 PM

 10:26 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Maybe you shouldn’t. Things like that are easy to fake. You’re clearly trying to keep a secret, which means if I met up with you no one would know where you went. Would be a good tactic if  I was preying on little girls.”

You stare at his message for a moment, forcing in a quick breath you sit up as your bed creaks. Okay, time to take things a bit more seriously.

“Good thing I’m not a little girl. I do appreciate the concern, it’s attractive.” - Fawnteeth - 10:27 PM

 10:27 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Lot’s of untrustworthy people on sites like this. Ones that will lull you into a sense of security.”  

“Trust me, I’m well aware. You think I should be afraid of you?” - Fawnteeth - 10:27 PM

 10:28 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Yes. You can’t trust me right away.”

“Well, I like the honesty. I don’t think I have any plans to meet up with anyone soon - not even you.” - Fawnteeth - 10:30 PM

 10:30 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “Of course you don’t. You’re new at this.”

“Did I really give it away that quickly?” - Fawnteeth - 10:31 PM

 10:31 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “Yes.”

You stare at the screen for a long moment, eyes wide. How the hell do you reply to that? Is he ending the conversation? Did you already fuck things up? At this point, most men would be falling over themselves to impress you, not making you feel intimidated . You feel your core throb as you click back to his profile, scrolling over dozens of comments on his wall from years ago - the fact is, his profile spans back years. Longer. He’s experienced, and… he isn’t wrong, either. 

“Is that a problem? I hope it isn’t. You’re the first dude who hasn’t asked me for nudes yet.” - Fawnteeth - 10:32 PM

 10:34 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “No. You should be more careful though, me explaining that and this is something you should be suspicious of. Wanting to ‘protect’ you because you’re young and need to be taught the ropes, so to speak.”  

“Got it, Sir.” - Fawnteeth - 10:34 PM

“Wait, can I call you that?” - Fawnteeth - 10:34 PM

You cringe, placing the laptop on the bed for a moment. Shit - you’ve already messed up.

 10:35 PM - WebRigger2099 -   “That’s acceptable. If you ever call me ‘Daddy’ however I will block you.”  

 10:35 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “That’s not a joke.” 

You open your eyes, glancing over at the chat and his two messages. Raising a brow, you lean in, shifting the laptop back into your lap. 

“Understood. Not my thing.” - Fawnteeth - 10:35 PM

 10:36 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “What is your thing, Fawn?”

“Well… I like giving up control… Feeling like prey. I’ve always loved deer, something about being so fiercely defenseless as a fawn in a wolf’s maw is thrilling.” - Fawnteeth - 10:37 PM

 10:37 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “No wonder you brushed over the red flags.”

“Maybe.The whole giving up control is why most submissives are here, aren’t they?” - Fawnteeth  - 10:38 PM

 10:40 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “The illusion of giving up control. Any good dominant knows the submissive is the one with the power. Safe words, limits, contracts - it all relies on knowing they can end things whenever they want to explore it safely.”  

“Of course.” - Fawnteeth  - 10:40 PM

 10:40 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Of course? So you have those things ready for me?”  

“ Safe words and how I prefer them - yes. Limits, I think so. Contract - no. ” - Fawnteeth  - 10:40 PM

 10:42PM - WebRigger2099 -   “I need one for slow down/ease up and one for an immediate stop. I also need a physical sign if you are unable to say your safe words. Please list them.”  

 10:43 PM - WebRigger2099 -   “Send me 4 lists: Favorites, Yes, Maybe, and No not ever. Include everything you can think of. If you do not include something that I am interested in I will ask about it and we will consider it a maybe until you’ve had time to consider it and possibly research.”

 10:43 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “You will not need a premade contract. I have a basic format we can edit to our needs. If it goes that far.”  

“Is the green, yellow, red method good with you?” - Fawnteeth  - 10:44 PM

 10:44 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “Yes.”

“That’s good.” - Fawnteeth  - 10:44 PM

“...And I'll get you the other things - do you have any hard nos I should know of?” - Fawnteeth  - 10:44 PM

10:45 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “Send me yours and we’ll go from there.”  

“Okay.” - Fawnteeth  - 10:45 PM

You take your time in a Google document, carefully considering your late-night Archive Of Our Own feed. Anxiety tells you to rush, but you get the energy that Web isn’t the kind of guy who wants you to rush.

“ Will you click links? Google Docs. ” - Fawnteeth  - 10:55 PM

 10:55 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “ I applaud you if you somehow hack me from a google docs link. I have a very good firewall as a warning. ” 

You couldn’t help but grin at his reply - you’re charmed by him. Oh no.

“I’d figure as much. Here.” - Fawnteeth  - 10:57 PM

“ [Google Docs Link] “ - Fawnteeth  - 10:57 PM

 10:57 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “I’ll ask specifics soon but I want to be clear about this - I want something in person, but that is not on the table until the end of the summer. I have obligations. If that is a problem I don’t want to waste your time.” 

“That’s fine. I know we’re both in NYC. I’m kinda glad as I don’t think I’m ready to meet up soon anyway.” - Fawnteeth  - 10:57 PM

 10:58 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “Gives us time to get to know each other and learn expectations.

“Then it sounds like we’re on the same page.” - Fawnteeth  - 10:58 PM

 10:58 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “Good. Due to this being a distance-based arrangement for the time being I cannot touch you myself; Have you heard of a lovense?”

“I have. Aren’t those expensive?”   - Fawnteeth  - 10:58 PM

 10:58 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “Money isn’t a concern for me, and anything I get you is a gift. The only expectation is to use whatever I provide. Acceptable?”

“Yes. I don’t take pictures or videos with my face in them.” - Fawnteeth  - 10:58 PM

 10:58 PM - WebRigger2099 - “I noticed.”

 10:58 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “Neither do I. That isn’t a problem.” 

“Glad to hear that.” -   Fawnteeth  - 10:59 PM

“...So…”   - Fawnteeth  - 10:59 PM

 10:59 PM - WebRigger2099 -   “Your list says nothing about exhibitionism. If I were to tell you to wear your lovense during the day would that be acceptable?”

For a moment you stare at his message. Now that you’re not under your father’s roof, you have free reign to do whatever, and it’s honestly not like your roommates haven’t done weirder, less appropriate shit in far more public spaces. 

“That’s fine as long as I’m not visiting family. I live somewhere else.” - Fawnteeth  - 10:59 PM

 10:59 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “ You say you like roleplay. Are there specific scenarios you’re interested in?”

“Do you know what dead by daylight is?” -  Fawnteeth  - 10:59 PM

 11:00 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “I can’t say I do.”

“...Well. I wasn’t joking about the idea of enjoying being hunted. I guess. Kinda embarrassing to admit to a stranger.” - Fawnteeth  - 11:00 PM

 11:00 PM - WebRigger2099 -   “Does that embarrassment excite you, Fawn?”

“Maybe.” - Fawnteeth  - 11:00 PM

 11:00 PM - WebRigger2099 -   “I expect yes or no answers. If you’re not sure say so.”

“Yes, then.” - Fawnteeth  - 11:00 PM

 11:00 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “Good girl. What do you want me to do when I catch you?”

There’s no hesitation, no doubt in the message. What do you want when I catch you. Not would you want, not if I caught you. When. You can’t help but squirm. For a moment, you consider pacing your tiny, cluttered bedroom.

“Is whatever you want the wrong answer?”   - Fawnteeth  - 11:01 PM

“I might be new, but I think I’m kinda open. I want to please, I suppose.” - Fawnteeth  - 11:01 PM

 11:01 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “ Not at all a wrong answer.”

 11:02 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “Have you ever been spanked before? You said it was a favorite.”

“Yes.” - Fawnteeth - 11:02 PM

You bite your lip - it technically isn’t a lie. You have been spanked - just… not sexually. It’s fine .

 11:02 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “Would you be willing to use a paddle, crop or belt in my absence if I believe you need punishment?”

“I’m not sure. I have a very high pain tolerance, but I don’t live alone, sound is a concern.”   - Fawnteeth - 11:02 PM

 11:03 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Not a problem. Making a small list for a care package if you show me potential is all.” 

“Well, what can I do to impress you, Sir?”  - Fawnteeth  - 11:03 PM

“I don’t mind homework, for lack of a better word.”   - Fawnteeth  - 11:03 PM

 11:04 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Eager, aren’t you? I’m not done.”

 11:04 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Dirty talking. What are your limits, and do you have a specific pet name you want me to use?”

“I like Fawn, obviously. Affectionate things, I think it’s better figuring it out organically. Feels more genuine.” - Fawnteeth  - 11:04 PM

 11:04 PM - WebRigger2099 - “And no humiliation.”

 11:04 PM - WebRigger2099 - “ Understood.”

 11:04 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “I have rules. It’s better that I tell you about them early. They’ve scared most people off.”

“ Well. I won’t pass judgment immediately.” - Fawnteeth - 11:05 PM

“I don’t cut my hair.” - Fawnteeth  - 11:05 PM

 11:05 PM - WebRigger2099 -   “I would be disappointed if you did. Speaking of, I only allow my submissive to trim their pubic hair for one, no shaving it.” 

“That’s fine with me. I haven’t shaved anything in a while.” - Fawnteeth  - 11:05 PM

 11:06 PM - WebRigger2099 - “ If you are going to be unavailable for more than a few hours I expect an explanation so I know you are safe. I don’t allow my partners to go to clubs or bars without me either. If this becomes serious I expect you to download a location tracking app so I know where you are at all times.”

“Okay. That’s fine. I don’t go out much.” - Fawnteeth  - 11:06 PM

 11:06 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “I am not polyamorous. If you want to be mine you are only mine, and I will hold myself to the same standard.”

“That’s fine with me. I have been talking to someone else, but about as much as you at this point. Honesty and all that stuff.”   - Fawnteeth  - 11:06 PM

 11:06 PM - WebRigger2099 - “I don’t let things I own go into disrepair; You will take care of yourself and report what you don’t complete. Punishments will be given if you do not complete these tasks.”

 11:07 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “The basic daily requirements are the following: Three meals a day, showering every day, an hour of exercise and a consistent bedtime during weekdays.”

“Okay. Did this really scare people off?” - Fawnteeth  - 11:07 PM

 11:07 PM - WebRigger2099 - “People have called me controlling. It sounds like you want to surrender your control though.” 

“Not wrong.” - Fawnteeth   - 11:07 PM

 11:07 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “ You’re not hard to read.”

“I’ll try and take it as a compliment.” - Fawnteeth  - 11:07 PM

 11:07 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “Deception and confusion are a waste of time. Own it.”  

“I’ll try my best. I’m used to being considered odd.” - Fawnteeth  - 11:08 PM

 11:08 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Are you?”

“I’m on fetlife. So, yes.” - Fawnteeth  - 11:08 PM

 11:08 PM - WebRigger2099 - “I suppose.”

 11:08 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “ We already established you’re new to this. Will I be your first dominant?”

“Yes. Not my first partner.” - Fawnteeth  - 11:08 PM

 11:09 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “ Were they not interested in this?”

“I never brought it up to them. I don’t really want romance right now.” - Fawnteeth  - 11:09 PM

 11:09 PM - WebRigger2099 -  “And if you fall for me?”

“I’d rather talk about it then, I suppose. I don’t get the vibe from you that you’re looking for romance, just a pet.” - Fawnteeth  - 11:09 PM

 11:09 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Good, and no, not right now.”

“But you think I’ll fall in love with you?” - Fawnteeth  - 11:09 PM

 11:10 PM - WebRigger2099 - “You’re young and inexperienced. Maybe you will, maybe you won’t.” 

 11:10 PM - WebRigger2099 - “ My last important rule - no drugs, limited alcohol. If you drink you must have friends with you that are reliable or myself. Drinking and doing drugs is just asking to put yourself in a vulnerable situation. It’s a precaution some have complained about.” 

With how much he spoke of other people not liking his rules it was almost like he was trying to talk you out of it.

“That’s fine. I celebrated my 21st by watching movies.”   - Fawnteeth  - 11:10 PM

 11:10 PM - WebRigger2099 - “What movies?”  

“Midsommar, it’s my favorite. Silence of the lambs too. Roomies insisted on watching Barbie after that. lol ” - Fawnteeth  - 11:10 PM

 11:10 PM - WebRigger2099 - “ You like horror.”

“Yes. I thought the ghostface poster in my 3rd photo gave it away.” - Fawnteeth  - 11:11 PM

 11:11 PM - WebRigger2099 - “And you’d like him or some other violent thing to chase you down and do whatever they wanted with you instead of killing you.”

 11:11 PM - WebRigger2099 - “It must make watching movies with a group tense if that’s what is going through your mind.” 

“I won’t say it doesn’t.” - Fawnteeth  - 11:11 PM

 11:11 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Let me guess: some part of you likes the discomfort?” 

“Honestly. I haven’t thought about it. Probably.” - Fawnteeth  - 11:11 PM

 11:11 PM - WebRigger2099 - “I think you’d like to walk around with a lovense in you, never knowing when I might turn it on or increase the settings. You enjoy suspense.”

“ It’s appealing, yeah.” - Fawnteeth  - 11:12 PM

You sit back on your bed, propping up the laptop with your pillows. Why did you love that this guy was reading you like an open book? You take in a deep breath, remember - play it cool.

 11:12 PM - WebRigger2099 - “What do you want out of all of this?” 

“My first thought is sex - but also to learn myself a bit more, I guess. Explore something with a partner I can trust… Please someone, feel better about myself. Like I said - I’m a tall woman, it doesn’t exactly make you feel pretty.”  - Fawnteeth  - 11:12 PM

 11:12 PM - WebRigger2099 - "Okay, sounds good."  

You bite your lip, reading over the message on your dimly lit phone screen over and over again. Curling up tighter into the cotton blanket on your bed, you exhale, the cheap mattress creaking underneath you. You flinch, eyes flickering towards the shut door of your bedroom. Your heart flutters in your chest for a few moments until silence rings in your ears. 

You haven’t woken up any of your roommates.Thank god. 

Sighing, you turn your attention back to your phone, looking over the message again.

 11:12 PM - WebRigger2099 - "Okay, sounds good." 

Usually men are more expressive in their text speech when it comes to you - to the extent that some even make you uncomfortable. But WebRigger2099… is very much not . You’ve dubbed him 'Web' in your head, easy enough with his username. 

Web is formal, speaks with proper punctuation and never a single spelling mistake or emote. He’s direct, not flowery or soft in any way. But… you kind of like that. Direct is easy. There’s no guessing games with instructions and meanings laid out plainly.

 11:12 PM - WebRigger2099 -“ You are very pretty, by the way. ” 

You blush.

[fdelopera]

Yo Gentiles! Stop trying to goysplain the history of the I/P conflict at us Jews.

We have studied this conflict extensively, and often for years, because we've had to. Because even when we are Jews in diaspora who have never returned to the Levant and never plan to, the antisemitism that this conflict generates still puts us in danger. And as many of you who are paying attention have witnessed, there has been a drastic world-wide rise in antisemitism over the past month.

When you try to "teach" us about it, especially when MOST of you are using talking points that were developed by Neo-Nazis and the KKK, all you are showing us is that you are lazy, patronizing antisemites.

If you actually want to HELP the Palestinians in this conflict (and I think that some of you do), you need to accept that the following 10 things are true:

We Jews most likely know more about the history of this conflict than you do. We have had to study it in all of its nuance, in all of its painful detail, in order to understand the broader Jewish world. We have to understand the broader Jewish world to decode how Neo-Nazis like Richard Spencer and David Duke are using the I/P conflict to coordinate attacks on Jews in diaspora.

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We Jews have to know about the I/P conflict for our own safety. But many of you gentiles are learning about it for the first time. And instead of understanding how complex the conflict is, you are turning it into a wargame fantasy where you get to playact as a freedom fighter in La Glorious Revolution. Then you coordinate social media attacks against Jews online, and you go out and attack Jews in person, and you harass us until our mental health crumbles. Great job, goys! Great. Fucking. Job.

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You are goysplaining Jewish history at us. Stop trying to tell us a bunch of propaganda that you learned from TikTok, Instagram, and Tumblr memes. It just shows us that you're lazy, and that you've got a lot of Jew-hatred that you need to unpack.

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When we tell you that you're wrong, listen to what we have to say. Don't talk over us. Use this as an opportunity to do further research. Otherwise you're just behaving like some Fox News obsessed Boomer raging on about election fraud and vaccines.

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The Palestinian people need our help, but you are making a TERRIBLE case for helping them when you base your arguments for helping them on shitty propaganda you learned on TikTok, Instagram, and Tumblr.

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Let me say this again: Your bullshit propaganda DOES NOT HELP THE PALESTINIAN PEOPLE, and it is easily debunked by just a few Wikipedia deep-dives.

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When you spread this propaganda, you sound like the idiots on Fox News that knowingly spread conspiracy theories about Covid. Not only is the bullshit you're repeating easily proven wrong, but you're just showing yourself to be untrustworthy at best ... and at worst, a bunch of opportunistic liars.

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When you regurgitate propaganda at us Jews, all you are telling us is that you don't give enough of a shit about the Palestinian people to do ANY research into the history of this conflict, other than looking at some infographics and memes.

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You are making us Jews VERY wary and skeptical of you, because most of the "information" you've learned from TikTok, Instagram, and Tumblr is influenced by Neo-Nazi and KKK propaganda, and you are being useful idiots for white supremacists.

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Again, repeating fake shit about this conflict DOES NOT HELP the Palestinian people. It just makes Jews distrust you. And it makes us SCARED to get involved in this movement. Because we are NOT going to march side-by-side with goyim that are spreading dangerous antisemitic lies about Jewish history and Jewish people.

AND NONE OF THIS MATTERS. NONE OF YOUR BULLSHIT FAKE HISTORY MATTERS!!

Because Palestinians are dying!

So stop trying to tell Jews made up stories about our history.

LISTEN TO JEWISH VOICES ABOUT JEWISH HISTORY. (And DON'T listen to JVP, for fucks sake. Learn more here.)

Accept that we know more about the history of the I/P conflict than you do.

AND START WORKING TO HELP PALESTINIANS.

ANERA

Palestine Children's Relief Fund

Doctors Without Borders

[fibro-memes]

Does anyone else sometimes forget stuff they need and then spiral? I forgot to take pain/sleep meds the other night and feel like a fraud, and sometimes have no idea where I put my cane (leaving it because it causes more anxiety tripping over it or juggling things is a different story), and my brain keeps telling me if i was actually disabled I wouldn’t do these things?

First of all, so sorry for the slow response. It's been a long couple of days and I haven't been on Tumblr much, I always have my posts queued.

As for your question....I think everyone doubts themselves sometimes. But there is a saying I once heard, something along the lines of "if you are doubting you are actually sick, chances are you are not faking." Which I've always loved because it's so true. People who are truly faking KNOW it.

Honestly to me, it sounds more like you are experiencing brain fog (forgetting things is definitely a huge sign of brain fog) which is completely normal with chronic illness. And maybe you are even experiencing some denial, which is also normal. It's hard to come to terms with this new life, and honestly it'd be easier if we were just faking it, because then we could cure ourselves. Maybe part of you wishes that was the case.

I wish there was something I could say to make it better for you, but please try not to be so hard on yourself, I promise you don't deserve it. This crap is hard, and each day is a battle. Don't give yourself more by doubting yourself. You know your body and you know if something isn't right.

Lastly, please know I'm always here if you need anything 💜💜

[idontwanttospoiltheparty]

I'm not sure you need people to announce that they're just here for fun? it's tumblr...surely that can be assumed?

i dunno sometimes it seems like when you say this stuff it's a bit of a straw man argument because I don't really see anyone on here taking this stuff that seriously. we are not larries! no one is claiming Paul's kids are fake or anything lmao. yes people like to look at the history but again it's tumblr, it's just for fun.

maybe there is a whole other delusional side to beatles tumblr that i am not seeing, but i think maybe if people are getting mad when you argue with their dumb little posts it's just cause they think that you, in fact, DO want to spoil the party!

I have been waiting for someone to make this joke ever since I got that url. Have had to make it myself often <3

1. "we are not larries" is an incredibly low bar.

2. the specific contents of theories isn't the only thing that makes them conspiratorial. it's about the way they're argued.

3. Actually, I am thinking of One Specific Event from about a year and a half ago that was treated as people "spoiling the party" when in fact it was an example of good faith engagement with a seriously worded discussion post.* Maybe you missed that, and it's not like it's a super common occurrence. But in hindsight, I don't find it surprising given the climate here.

*I can provide more details on this specific thing in DMs if someone is curious. I don't wanna hash it out on main, especially since I was only peripherally involved.

4. This isn't about whether tumblr is your space to have fandom fun – I do assume that. It's about whether someone is making arguments in jest or if they mean them seriously. Both of these things might be fun to someone (but maybe I could have worded that point better in the original tags).

5. No, no fake kids, and this fandom isn't plagued by a central figure who's to blame for all the "bad stuff". Plus, it's "decentralized", so no singular entity is controlling some super specific narrative. This definitely keeps the space in check. That's part of it though: it's all very sociological, which makes my issue difficult to address because most single posts aren't a problem in of themselves, but there's a tangible vibe to the whole thing. That's also why I want to tread lightly here; I know a lot of it is a joke, but it's hard to tell what isn't. Like, yeah, I've been passive-aggressive lately, but I've also been watching this for a long time. And I regularly see things I perceive as a strawman against my position as well as absolutist rhetoric, which reads just as much as picking a fight as any of my recent posts do. If you talk about there only being "one explanation" for something, what is that, other than putting forward your theory as true? Is it really Not Serious? Every time? Even when the post is presented in a serious way, with sources and evidence? People on this site talk about what they expect Mark Lewisohn to include in his Definitely Trying To Be Serious And Factful biography series. Those demands are never serious? And I don't want to just ruin people's fun for no reason! But I also have a hard time dismissing every single thing that Sounds Kind Of Serious as Probably A Joke (and I do do it, pretty regularly) And I semi-often see people doing things that set off my alarm bells, even when they are not proclaiming Stella McCartney to be a lifelong actress. (reminder that several people on here freaked about the For Paul tapes story being semi-debunked last November; like actively scorned people who were trying to figure out how that story came about and where it originated. That's not normal, sorry to say! And, funnily enough, about a year ago, there was a blog on here pushing a very very very esotheric version of McLennon [and even trying to monetize it] and while most people dismissed them for the kook they were, they splashed onto the tumblr scene in an identical way [saying something that amounted to: "how dare you imply this apocryphal Paul McCartney quote might be fake?"] –––– so my question is: is it not that serious? I Don't Know You Tell Me!)

6. This is @ me mostly, I guess. I just feel like this space has become more and more of a monoculture. Shipping is the default angle with which everything is approached. If John and Paul write songs that are maybe not about each other that's not often seen as worth diving into. (See: Beautiful Boy tinhatting). I actually want to try and change this; get more diverse content on this site, but I guess I assume it's not welcome, which is on me, really. I have slides explaining my specific reading of Double Fantasy (yes, seriously) and there isn't really much stopping me from posting them, outside the fact that most people on here seem to have a very different relationship to the songs from the album than I do, so I assume they won't care. But y'know, I'll try to just Make More Content and see what that does. (For the record I know that sounds whiny. And I do seriously want to do better on that front)

[take-me-to-valhalla]

Hello :) For the OC asks: 1, 9, 15, 19, 30 for the characters of your choice. I would also like to ask : 2, 7, 8, 20, 39 for Raphaëlle if you want.

Thank you so much! What a good set of questions.

For the first set, I'll take Sid. He's one of the PoV characters of the story I'm currently writing, and I have some things to say about him.

1: What is your character’s biggest fear?

Being abandoned. It happened to him once before the beginning of the story. One of the reasons he feels so strongly attached to his (vampire) boss is because he will never lose him (read: as a human, he'll die before him)

9: How does your character feel about religion?

He comes from a very religious family and it fucked him up. A Lot. Now that he lives among monsters and supernatural creatures, it's hard to muster a strong religious belief in one god or another...but I'd say he directed his faith (and fear) toward someone else.

15: What music genre would your character listen to?

As his nickname implies: punk music. He looks the part in the comic series, with a mohawk that's a pain to draw (in the book, his head is just buzzed cut)

19: What is your character’s deepest, darkest secret?

He's in love with his boss.

It's absolutely not a secret, but he's rather die than admit it to anyone, let alone said boss. As you may have gathered from the questions above, he's projecting a lot of things upon him. It's absolutely not sane or healthy, and his boss is both a vampire and an unsavoury character. It will not end well.

30: Would your character have any hobbies?

Other than listening to music and worrying about everything? No.

The Special Raphaëlle Round:

2: What is your character’s favorite memory?

I'd say when she fell in love. It sounds sappy, I know.

Most importantly, when she allowed herself to fall in love. Letting her guard down, accepting the change that would come with it...and, yeah. Her life became much more interesting.

7: How does your character feel about their name?

Her full name is Raphaëlle Bellespry* and she doesn't like her last name. It sounds clunky and stupid to her** Her boyfriend loves it though***

*pronounce it in French.

**though there is no Bellespry last name as I know of, I did meet a Bellefort at my job last week. So it's not that far off...

***and ends up taking her surname.

8: Does your character hate anyone? Why?

Though she has a complicated relationship with her family, she doesn't hate them. She wants them to respect her choices and feels smothered by them, hence the reason why she ran away. I'll have her confront them in a future story. I just have to figure out how.

In the comic series, she hates Polidori, but that's for the jokes to work.

20: What is the most surprising thing about your character?

Her bravery. And her level-headedness. When confronted to incredible or horrible things, she doesn't break down, even though she's just a regular human among monsters and supernatural horrors. She's a true believer of the "fake-it-till-you-make-it" method, hence she managed to keep her sanity where other people would have faltered.

On a more meta level, I think the fact that she's not particularly nice and/or considerate comes as a surprise to some readers. I like her that way though.

39: What would be your character’s niche on Tumblr?

I think she would be kind of a studyblr user, with tips and posts about efficiency, etc. And a sideblog for memes.

[bucephaly]

I have a question that might sound insensitive. A YouTuber claims to be Cherokee, but while her grandfather was claimed by the Nation, she has never tried to reconnect and is not claimed. Mostly she brings it up to go, "I can't be racist, I'm Cherokee". She also uses avatars what are brown-skinned, wear feather earrings and are drawn with exaggerated hourglass figures, even though she's very pale white IRL. She says she has "the Cherokee gene" and points to her very thick black hair as proof of her Cherokee-ness when people ask her about it. Over the last decade, people have tried to recommend books written by Native people or Cherokee language resources or things to her, all of which she ignores. She wouldn't even reblog posts about MMIW until it became popular to do so among animation blogs on tumblr (she's an animation YouTuber).

I don't want to call anyone a "racefaker" without really good reason, because I'm Central Asian and I know I'm very lacking in knowledge about Native Americans. I only grew up partially in the US and we didn't go over hardly anything about Native people. However, when someone told her it's not about what tribe you claim, it's about what tribe claims you, and she got angry and dismissed them, that seemed wrong to me. The few Natives I've known IRL would agree you cannot claim a people who don't claim you.

How can you tell if someone is faking their Cherokee-ness? Her only Cherokee family is a now-deceased grandfather who was, himself, white, and had to work for years to reconnect. She only spoke to him a handful of times prior to his death. I don't want to say it's impossible for her to be Cherokee, because blood quantum is a racist bullshit construct. But she waited until he died to claim she was Cherokee. Her sister says no one else in the family except their grandfather was claimed by the Nation.

A Discord server I'm a moderator in for animation fans tries to highlight creators who are part of marginalized groups and I don't know if I want to include her as a recommendation. I can't tell if she's Cherokee. My gut says this seems like a lie. But I'm from another continent. I don't know if I have the right to judge that.

I'm sorry for the very, very long ask. I was just hoping, since you've talked about how many people fake being Cherokee in the past, you might be able to weigh in, here.

I'm gunna open this up to input from other natives, especially since I'm also white and disconnected. So take my view here with a grain of salt and check the replies to see if anyone else jumps in

unless she does her genealogy or shows proof of her grandfather's involvement with a legit cherokee tribe [I'm assuming you mean Cherokee Nation of Oklahoma] then you sorta can't tell either way whether the story is true or not. But you say her grandfather was recognized by the Nation. It doesnt immediately jump out with red flags for me, I can believe that she actually has cherokee ancestry.

Doesn't mean she's not being a dick. I think it's wrong of her to claim cherokee identity while putting no work into learning about us and actually connecting. She's just using it to benefit herself. Having cherokee ancestry doesn't make someone less white. It doesn't make one less likely or able to be racist. Hell, there is an issue with anti-Black racism in cherokee communities.

She isn't someone that I would want featured as a part of a marginalized group on a server like that. If she doesn't care about our culture and community then why does she even want to claim us except to use us as a get away with racism card. It's weird.

[rainbowmancer-gwen]

Story time:- Shitting the bed (Disrespectful house guests) CONTAINS NSFW moments

I need to start using my tumblr more... My threapist said I should journal more and tell my life stories because a lot of them are just as absured as this... Okay so this is not an am I the asshole stories because I know I am not. I wrote this last night night whilst stoned. I also wanted to test a new clicky RGB keyboard that my Friend Kendra bought me (She was at this party too and can verify it's a true story...) Here goes

Okay, so... close to a decade ago, now I held a party after the Armageddon expo (Anime and Geek convention in New Zealand) one year.

The lead up was that I was working on an assignment for Uni that needed to be in before Sunday. Sunday was Armageddon, and I was hosting an after-party for cosplayers and furries at my parents' house.

It was a sleepover, and I had worked extra shifts to afford a boat load of Kai to feed everyone. My folks were away in the UK. They knew about the party and they knew about my rule.

If you stay cooked, breakfast is at 10 am because you can sleep in. After that I will give you a job cleaning the house. This had worked previously to great effect.

My folks' house can comfortably sleep 12 (in beds) + more on couches.

The whole of the local furry community was invited, and my best friends at the time had helped me plan.

I get my assignment done at 3am after much tinkering and fuckwittery with word counts as Uni had fucked up the brief and there was ambiguity about word count. Fuck it! It's 3am, it is done. I need to sleep and get ready to let off steam.

Arrive at Armageddon, meet friends, and help friend Cosplay as Totoro in a big fursuit. Meet more furries, including draw fest artists. Fuck it! Invite them. This party is going to be the ultimate nerd fest.

And that's when I meet AL... AL is a dragon furry, who is so up himself his fursona has two dicks... I didn't know this at the time. AL asks if he can come. I had only met him once previously but had interacted well enough online and he seemed cool.... Say fuck it! Come along.

Start getting messages out of the blue from a Trans friend, B, who had just gotten back into the country after a messy break up. Say Fuck it! She can come too. It'll do her some good!

Fast forward to the party. Everything is going swell. I am the perfect host. I'm nervous because my parents' house is full of people I have had next to no sleep and a full day of convention. I'm knackered, my best mate. Let's call him Phoenix. He has packed me a joint. Instantly feel better.

Start to notice something is off...

Notice AL and B are making out like it's an Olympic sport. They are all over each other, and it's squicking out my guests...

Ask them politely. Hey guys... It's not that kinda party. We got people playing fucking Yu-Gi-Oh! And drawing furries and you're... You're doing that...

It gets later, and people start to trickle out. The stayers are watching anime on a projector in the living room that Totoro friend, had brought over.

I'm like, sweet. This is my time for another joint, and I'll set up beds. I walk into the kitchen, and what do I see? B An 8 foot transwoman in heels sucking off AL...

I am beyond mortified and beyond words... AL smug face says something to me, which I forget.

Anyway I tell them that it's not appropriate quietly and again not that kinda party. No other party guests saw that, thankfully... Read the room seriously!

Move on to allocating beds. Okay, so let's put them separately...

B pipes up. "Um... I will have anxiety if I don't sleep away from other people who I don't know" sounds fake as fuck.

Okay, you can have the room my GRANDMOTHER sleeps in when she visits... and my room is ABOVE YOU... 

Everyone hears this... Everyone goes to bed. I go upstairs when they do. Spend a little more time with core friends. Break down and tell them what happened... and how mortified I am.

They ask me why you did not tell us? Because I didn't want to ruin the party...

Go sleep. Hear fucking. PISSBOILED! I am so angry! Angry cry self to sleep listening to Weezer. "I am the greatest man that ever lived" (I was masc at the time...) more on that story later...

Skip ahead to the morning. I am up first as I had not slept, nor had they. (The headphones did not hide the fucking...!)

Here I am, angry breakfast! Thankfully, due to many doors between guests and them (except for me... I AM THE ONE WHO HEARD EVERYTHING!)

It was awful... Thankfully, everyone helped clean and was grateful for breakfast. EXCEPT FOR THEM!

THEY DIDN'T GET OUT OF BED UNTIL MIDDAY!

I had shit I needed to do! Everyone did! Everyone knew this. It was on the invites! I purposefully sent the invites. Because in the digital age, respect the party rules!

And I made it very clear 3 TIMES!

☆♤♧◇♧♤♡☆

NOT

THAT

KIND

OF

PARTY!!!

☆♤♧◇♧♤♡☆

They have the AUDACITY! the AUDACITY! to ask where's BREAKFAST!

After a brief explanation... AL, to his credit, helps a little with the last of the cleaning....

B does a sneaky exit but gets caught at the door by me. She says , sheepish and fake sad sounding "Bye...." *Sad eyes look away* ME ME me me me kinda look.

Leaves... Whatever screw her! She's out of my life now...

Meanwhile, other guests start to ship out and thank me for my hospitality and grace, humility and kind hosting, and network skills, etc...

AL and core BFFs last to leave (Phoenix, and Rei) after knowing what has happened asked me if  I wanted to stay with them. Say yes please. AL hears this (he's still not left yet) and says he'll travel with us...

Que? No, me gusta!

Does not get hint. Walk to.bus stop is silent.

Get to bus. AL invites himself by stating “Am I coming to [PHOENIX and REI'S HOUSE] with you?”

Rei who has had it at this point states “I don’t know… Are you?” and glares at him.

Finally getting the hint AL gets off the bus.

Watch him leave… Continue Bus journal. All of us are gobsmacked… GAGGING!!!

Continue to my friend's house. Phone blows up. Messages from B saying how much of a shit host I was and how unwelcome she was made to feel… CALL OUT HER BULLSHIT! Phoenix is cheering me up by making me laugh about the whole thing calling it the "Kitchen BJ saga" Rei is pouring me a hair of thedog bloody mary and a cup of tea

Come home a day later. Shit stains on the bed….  I AM FUCKING LIVID THEY LITERALLY SHIT THE BED!!

End up charging both of them for the price of entirely new bed sheets… AL reluctantly pays as he has rich parents, find out later that he payed for B too.

Never hear for B again, except randomly bumping into her in the hospital (I am an RN) No words were spoken but I honestly hope she is well… AL occasionally pops up in online circles, Never let him live it down. Trues to laugh about it because “LOL It’s been close to a decade” NO! YOU SHIT THE BED! I’m never letting you or anybody else forget it!

If you read this far you are a saint. Thank you for letting me get this off my chest

Peace and love tumblr!

MAY YOU NEVER SHIT THE BED!

Gwen

[firespirited]

Confession time. After destiel went canon and broke tumblr, I read the entire wiki for the main characters before watching the final episodes and felt the finale was so out of character that I mentally wrote a fix it fic.

Here is me writing it down in honour of the third anniversary. A show that to me: consists of 3 episodes, a lot of meta posts that trended over the years, jokes about loving your car, some manic wiki reading and that odd dude who inexplicably did iffy prolapse photomanip fanart.

I have made no attempts to polish this. The voices probably aren't right but I tried to write an open ending that stays true to characterisation (aka as tumblr presented these three beloved characters which may be the opposite of what the writers of manly male, rock loving, hunters with guns in a muscle car and dead girlfriends had in mind) .

We follow the final episode as it began except after the pie festival and the vamp mime first murder, they're off to hunt but a flaming meteor falls from the sky and they follow it in the car. It hits a field, they see a human figure, run and use their coats and feet to put out the flames. It's Cas. They put him in the car, they're all very shaken no answers to Sam's many questions, awkward glances in the mirror from Dean then Cas breaks his silence and asks for his slice of pie... the one in the glove box. Sam is confused, Dean looks like he's going to vomit.

We restart the episode from a different point of view: After Castiel got sent to the empty, Dean began praying to whomever, whatever would hear (silently or under his breath but constantly.) he thinks he might be insane from grief but after all he's seen he has the smallest hope) . Jack as God can't technically rewrite all the laws of the universe but he's receiving these "prayers". He smirks when he finds a bylaw that he can make a saint of Castiel so that prayers to him are redirected straight to him and cannot be diverted (heaven's bureaucracy is complex).

The empty has known no peace for six months. Dean's internal monologue of prayer has been echoing around and amplified the more the empty tried to create silence. The empty has tried to kill Dean so many times but he's got a protective barrier on his hand that looks like a scratch (placed by a grateful angel) so he's been dodging these deaths like it's looney tunes, completely unaware. (insert scenes of echoey overlapping narration of longing and yearning over near misses of murder by multiple means. For angst broken up by comedy)

Back to now, to the car. The brothers staring at Cas, Dean gets out of the car to hyperventilate and try to hold it together. We focus in on the ringing and rushing blood sound in his ears as Sam seems to be asking questions again and Cas seems to be talking. Sam gets out of the car, asks his brother if he's OK, he obviously lies and says Yes.

Sam sighs and says "Yeah clearly, you look fantastic. So uh Cas says he wants in on the vampire mimes and is eager to do more hunting evil... and I know it's not the time but damnit when is ever the right time? ... Look, when I talked about a more normal life, I meant it. We write our own stories and maybe it's time for you to go try something, anything else really. How about you take a vacation? Cas and I will handle things."

"I've, well, I've given normal life a lot of thought, I've never truly fit in and I could try but I can only fake it for so long. Funny, but when I allowed myself to daydream of a different life, I imagined careers that led me back to the road and back to making things right, you know? I think at the core, that's who I am... And, hey, since you brought it up, I never asked you if this life is the 'normal' you want....To be honest: I know it's not. and I didn't want to be alone, at least not these past few months, I know I've seemed fine but"

"Oh no no, you did not seem 'fine' but I wasn't going to go out of my way to point it out. You didn't even wash for days at your worst. You mumble under your breath sometimes. Those guns are cleaned down to the last speck of dust. I wasn't going to leave you alone, not ever."

"Okay - Ok.ay! Since we're here having the 'talk', aside from your duty as my brother, have YOU let yourself imagine what you'd want normal to be, for you?"

He blurts out "Eileen... It's Eileen. I know she's out there somewhere, I felt a strange pang and it was relief." he's speaking so fast "She's back. My mind races at the possibilities, I haven't dared to let myself start. I'm not sure how I want to live but I know it has to be with Eileen"

"I'm calling a taxi. You have a serious phone call and some travel ahead. Older brother's orders. I'll do the blood suckers"

"Work again. Will you ever open up about what's been going on with you? You wouldn't even tell me how Cas summoned the Empty."

"I, uh, these things take time, more of an actions over words kinda guy. *stares at phone* Oh your taxi is two minutes out."

"I don't know what to say"

"You don't have to say anything, you already told me through all you've done. Text me when you arrive safely, or don't, if you're otherwise occupied"

"You're the worst. And the best." They hug

A car pulls up, Sam yells at Cas though the window that they'll talk soon and to keep Dean out of trouble. Cas gives him a thumbs up.

Dean gets back into the car after watching the taxi drive away until it's completely out of view. He hands the vamp case notes to Cas to read, instead Cas puts them aside on the seat. "It could be the six months, it could be the new body: this appears to be an empty copy, my host was spared the empty thankfully. Yes it could be the new body but you were right this pie is exactly to my taste"

"I don't want to know do I?"

"Indeed, you'd be mortified, it's a word you used a lot about your inner conflicts but, you've faced hell, I promise that voicing your thoughts isn't as terrible."

"Uh your coat and top are burned and falling apart, here have my jacket."

"I mean, voicing your feelings can get you sent to the empty but that's the worst case scenario"

"Nice. Reassuring." *goes quiet*

A phone dings, Cas pulls it out of the jacket. "You have a new message from Sam: "Eileen fine and well, two exclamation marks" aww, he's going to Eileen? She's wonderful isn't she? "meeting at station at 3am. Capital T, A L K and get answers from Cas you idiot skull emoji skull emoji laugh crying emoji"

"Vamps first... then I need a drink" Dean looks out of the window with a mixture of apprehension and giddiness, there's a small smile creeping across his lips that fades into seriousness, there's a flash of fear, then the smile returns with a tremor as if despite himself.

Various old friends are sat around in heaven: they reminisce, they can't know the boys future but they know it's nothing they can't handle, the senseless cruelty is over.

[a-student-out-of-time]

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@danganronpasurvivoraskblog did their own take on this and tagged me, so here's my thoughts!

I was just perusing Tumblr one day, say SDRA2 in my recommended and looked it up on TV Tropes. It was pretty interesting-sounding, so I looked into it. Not much else to say, really : P

DRA. While SDRA2 is more visually-pleasing, I think DRA has a better and more well-crafted story overall.

Faves: DRA Chapter 4 and SDRA2 Chapter 5. Least Faves: Chapter 3 for both of them.

I have a lot of great things to say about the usage of both Akane Taira and Utsuro, and their implementation in the game...but I feel like I have to give Mikado credit for actually being a villainous force throughout all of SDRA2. We got to know him as a villain and thus all that characterization wasn't crammed into a single trial.

It's a toss up between Maku and Emma, because I feel like the two of them really had a lot of personal history that you got to see in their FTEs. Maku clearly regretted his actions, and Emma tormenting him with puns was pretty funny. The Void Theater segments honestly made me want to include them in my own story, given that there was a lot of history between the Voids we didn't get to see.

Yoruko. She really deserved a break after all that.

Faves: Kanata & Akane for DRA; Hibiki, Shinji, Setsuka, Yoruko & Sora in SDRA2. Least faves: Mitch and Tsurugi for DRA; Syboi and Iroha for SDRA2

A LOT. Frankly, the entire Another series barely utilizes anyone's actual ultimate talents, and instead relies on character quirks you'll probably forget about or actual literal luck.

Iroha. She doesn't do anything to improve anybody's situation; not the main group, not the Voids, barely even her own most of the time. She's borderline useless at the best of times, and at her worst, she's selfish, bratty, petulant, brainless and just a detriment. She doesn't change, adapt, contribute or even make for a particularly interesting character, so what was the point of her inclusion, much less her survival?

Kanata. There's so much more that could've been done with her character beyond just making her the pure angel who apparently had to die horribly so we would feel bad.

Anyone who's followed me for long enough knows my answer is going to be Hibiki. Nobody got screwed over as badly as she did. Say what you will about Yuki being reduced to a brain in a jar, at least he actually survived.

Once again, Hibiki, hands down. Her survival would've been so much more meaningful and interesting, and could've contributed so much to the story and themes, as well as the conflicts both Yuki and Sora were facing.

I don't really care about the executions, but I guess Syobai's would be interesting to see. It's pretty fitting for him.

Kinji's. It was a nice mix of thematically appropriate but also completely bizarre, as we expect from DR.

Not to steal an idea from WeebyNewz, but I think DRA's first chapter would've been a lot more interesting if Kiyoka was the one who killed Mitch while trying to protect Akane.

Faves: DRA Chapter 6 and SDRA2 Chapter 1. Least Faves: DRA Chapter 1 and SDRA2 Chapter 3.

Plot twist that got me: That Mikado actually got away with murder in Chapter 5, and nobody, not even Iroha, even realized until it was too late. She genuinely thought that she was the one who poisoned Teruya, but she got played just as hard. He was this close to winning and it was actually on his own merits. Least favorite plot twist: The reveal that Kizuna was actually fake and she was just looking for a chance to kill someone. I hate the way LINUJ talks about her as the most hateable character in the game, and he clearly wanted the audience to feel that way, yet went out of his way to give her some genuinely interesting and sympathetic qualities. That whole bit doesn't feel like she's revealing her true colors, but that her personality suddenly shifted for the sake of making her an antagonist. Her death was also needlessly prolonged and cruel.

Even if they didn't act like it in the game, the Voids did have a genuine level of camaraderie and friendship that was lost when Mikado took over and convinced them they had to set up this Killing Game. When Iroha said she wanted to use the bathroom after trial 4, she was really looking for a place to cry, knowing her only friends were all gone.

SDRA2, while I don't hate it, it has some of the weakest writing I've ever seen for a fangan. The game is so focused on self-indulgence and callbacks to DRA that it doesn't communicate its theme in any clear manner. It also has this pervasively cynical, jaded view of its cast where barely any of them grow or change at all. And as I always like to bring up, you can skip Chapter 3 and miss nothing important to the overarching story, Chapter 4 was a mess that derailed the narrative and Chapter 6 is one exposition dump after another. It's a messy story that clearly needed more planning.

Point 19 having been said, I really liked the scene in Chapter 5 where Sora and Yoruko finally have a heart-to-heart about Sora's fears about her identity. It was such a cathartic and emotional moment after so many chapters of garbage and mediocrity, not to mention bitterness and anger on Yoruko's part. I wanted more moments like these, where characters genuinely talk.

//So there we go, my 20 points for the Another series. Some of these are new, others are things I'll probably never shut up about : P

@despair-to-future-arcs @thenewfuture @askthedespairkids @a-tale-never-told @tired-writer-in-progress @spyrkle4 Do you guys wanna give this a go? I'd love to hear your thoughts if you wish to share

[new-44556678]

Sprawling Mansion Tickles

So this is a Narrative that I made in school about a Haunted House, the whole class worked on this kind of narrative for the full month of October. And I actually ended typing this on Google docs and also submitting it to my English Teacher. But this one of Tumblr will be just slightly different, instead of it just being entirely scary there will be a bit more of a happy ending, but anyway carrying on.

Characters: 6 yr old Jack, The Tickle Ghost Girl.

The Night was cold, the wind whispered in Jacks ears. As he walked inside the abandoned mansion he saw that the inside was darker then he expected, rather old and dirty. Jack began walking around and saw a torn up, nasty sofa nearby, he didn't feel like standing the whole time so he decided to sit on it. Jack was only years old, so he snuck out of the house at 3:00 AM so his parents wouldn't notice. And despite being young he never believed in paranormal activity or ghost stories, he just saw it all as silly but clever stories to tell before bed. However not all stories are entirely fake. Then suddenly Jack hears a noise, a sound of some kind, like footsteps heading his way. Jack jolted up from the sofa and looked desperately for a place to hide, he then saw a large chest nearby what he hid himself in. "Who or what is that?" Jack whispered to himself thinking until "Hello, who's there? Who's in my house?" The voice of a little said. It was The Tickle Ghost Girl! The legends were true! Jack began to get scared by the second as The Girl began looking around the area, searching for who could've made the small sound. Eventually she saw Jack peeking out of the large chest nearby.

"Aha! There you are!" The Girl said as she began to walk up to the chest, making Jacks blood run cold. "What brings you here new friend?" The Girl asked the boy, a smirk forming on her face. "Hi, I'm just walking around here, sorry I'll leave." Jack replied to The Girl nervously, trying his best to lie. However he wasn't that convincing. "First of all that lie was terrible, second of all why?" The Girl said, just wondering why he would leave. "I need to get back to my parents, that's all." Jack said, as he was walking out he heard The Girl yell "NO! You are NOT leaving, ever!" Jacks hearting began to pound out of his chest as she said all that. "No please, I have to get back to my parents!" Jack said, his voice trembling. "No, you are staying here!" And as soon as The Girl said that giant, slimy, black tentacles began to come from the walls. Grabbing Jack in the process, the tentacles began to tighten on Jacks body, making sure he was completely caught to the wall. "What are these!? I can't move! Let me go!" Jack snapped at The Girl, trying to be intimidating. Jack was young, 6 years old, and also quite small and short. So his attempt at trying to be intimidating only made The Girl smile at him. "Ok boy, you wanna play mean huh? Ok!" The Girl said as she began walking up to the poor, young defenseless boy. "No! Stay back!" Jack said, his heart skipped a beat.

When The Girl got close enough to the boy she began to lightly trace her finger on his stomach. All Jack could do was bite his lower lip. Trying his best to stop the laughter from coming out. "I know you can feel this, and I know your ticklish! I can see it all in your face! So, why are you fighting back? It's pointless you know." The Girl teased the boy earning a bright red blush from him, all the boy could mutter were the two words. "I'm sorry!" The Girl was looking directly at the boy now, was completely red in the face, she didn't know if it was from fear or embarrassment. So The Girl asked. "Are you scared?" The boy replied with a common sign of no from his head. "So your embarrassed?" The Girl asked the boy, once receiving no as an answer. "Do I have to dig deeper until you decide to tell me?" The Girl asked the boy, Jack eventually began to get scared of this situation as his shirt was pulled up and The Girl immediately dug her finger into Jack's bellybutton. "Hahahahahahahaha hahahahahah!" Jack laughed with shock because he was not expecting it all to happen so quickly. Jack was ticklish! Very ticklish on every part of his body! So he was really not expecting the sudden the tickle attack out of nowhere!

The Tickle Ghost Girl realized that this was not exactly doing it for her, so she dragged one of her other hands to go squeeze at his side. Making the boy squeak with both shock and confusion due to the other spot being tickled out of the blue. "Hahahahahahahaha*squeaks*hahahahahahahaha!" Jack laughed harder and squeaked just as much. The Girl began to see the new reaction as something positive and also rare, not much people who enter the house squeak. Or laugh nearly as adorably as Jack was. "Aw look at you boy, so cute!" The Girl teased Jack once again, making his cheeks turn into a crimson red! "Shuhuhuhut uhuhup! FUCK you!" The boy Jack cursed at The Girl. "Oh you think that's funny!? Oh I'll show you something funny!" The Girl said as she began to dish out the most brutal ticklish part on him, his feet! As The Girl grabbed a hold of his legs she decided to let the tentacles tickle Jack as well just to make it ten times worse. "Hahahahahahahaha! Wait! Nohohohohohoho! Nooooo! Not the f- Hahahahahahahaha HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA*squeals and squeaks*HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHA!"

Jack shrieked as his laughter went up a few octaves, he was really not expecting this attack on his most sensitive part ever. He was really wanting mercy but he didn't feel like giving in without a fight so he just said yelled through his laughter and squeals and squeaks. "WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" Obviously he was just playing with The Girl, because, well, "Oh you know what I want!" The Girl said as she began to up the pace on her fingers tickling his feet. That was when Jack realized the more dumb he played the more the tickles got worse. So he just had to confess or else he would eventually die in this very mansion. "OK OK I'LL HAHAHAHAHA I WILL TELL YOU HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Jack yelled through laughter and snickers, and as soon as he said that all the tickles stopped. "Ok... I... I was... I... I was embarrassed and scared... At the same time." "Really?" The two began talking for awhile but The Girl then saw the sun come up and decided it was time for him to go. "Go." The Girl said. "What?" Jack replied. "Your letting me go? Really?" Jack was trying his best to wrap his head around this. He was really, really confused. "Yes, your are, a good boy. I can tell because you told the truth. Everyone else who dared to step foot in my house would never tell the truth and just suffer the consequences. But you are different..." The Girl explained. "Ok, well thank you!" Jack said with a smile on his face as he began waving good bye. But then The Girl told the truth "Wait!" She said as she caught up to the boy and gave him a light a affectionate kiss on the forehead. "I love you, really." The Girl said. Jack was super confused now. "What, why?" The Girl loves him, how? Why? "I don't know, I just felt some sort of connection with you!" The Girl explained to the boy once again. "This time tears of both happiness and sadness began rolling down Jacks face as he walked away.

And The Tickle Ghost Girls tears were the same way "Are those tears of happiness or sadness?" The Girl asked Jack "Both!" Jack replied "What about yours, are they tears of happiness or tears of sadness?" Jack asked The Girl this time. "Both!" The Ghost Girl replied, and that's when Jack ran out the building crying, but he then looked back. Maybe another time at 3:00 AM he could come back and say hi to his new friend once again.

[nicolodine]

Prison for all Admin

sent to:

citymanager@concordiaks.org, Nick Sprague sprague.nick@gmail.com, Nicolo Dine nicolo.dine@gmail.com, Nick Sprague boutiques4one@gmail.com, policechief@concordiaks.org, admin.assistant@cloudcorp.net, cityclerk@concordiaks.org, recreation@concordiaks.org

plz forward decently: @diorbunny or whomever or w/e - diorbunny is just a joke, fellers...

Hi, My name is Nicholaus Sprague from Concordia, KS - I am emailing you from my other name (artist) account and want to inquire what is wrong and happening with the people in your city / my old town...READ ABOUT MY LIFE:

Do you know my story - "Nicholaus Sprague"'s story about how I became homeless under guardianship and if it is and was a legal course of action. Do you abide by state laws?(do you know they f'ed me out of court?!) I think it could be actually legal for me to kill my father considering the mistreatment and how the law stopped operating by the law. it's called, bleach and n-word attitude, is what he has. guess he'll get there, you know, I wonder if he's working on his prison attitude with me (thinking I could be the one to help is so stupid - if you see him, just tell him, those bastards in prison are probably some unbelievable, real demon shit and not to make too many guttural sounds if he wants to "fake-fuck" ""groat"" workout in his cell.)

I am just looking for someone to help me out of my relationship with my father - 

basically I need my social security account bank account switched so he doesn't transfer money every day (less communication is best with a murderer (David), is what I think.)  

And also some of the things he stole (I am unsure if he is in cahoots with the judge as the judge robbed me of like 3 things in court (the judge let my father keep things that fairly, rightfully, and lawfully belong to me.)  (I AM NOT AFTER THEIR THINGS - they lie about everything and are always accusing me of being the liar - who wouldn't lie being forced to take a brain-declining drug - these unlawful acts alone would be loads of cash in a civilized court setting.)

He has a stash of my cryptocurrency (a digital collector's item (C) ). under his name valued at $56k about right now (like $6k I still had in my possession, I spent attempting to avoid homelessness and attempting to rub it off due to the incongruencies of my father's behavior in my mind - you know he threatens me "violence") - he thought it was illegal for me to have or some bullshit-liar-thing-like that - he is a super criminal, I know - I wonder if he steals and threatens others with physical violence - what a shame if it's true and not knowing that - I would have treated him way differently and would have ejected from his life long before if I had known!)

How do you think I can escape this predicament with my father, David J Sprague?

Do you think I will ever be able to obtain my financial assets back?

Do you know that the entire Cloud County Court is in it for murder on my life as well?  You know they all deserve prison time and real felonies to be served out at state prison considering the gamble they took with my life so many multiple times and allowing such an old fag to rob me so freely.

-Nick

ps, a question to the community - do you think my language is too foul for court or whatever if we went to court or should we just use this language when others act gangster or w/e toward us to show them we mean some kind of business, or what?

@TUMBLR

[wetegg]

Listen, I am not the type of person to fact check everything I see. I’m as guilty of confirmation bias as anyone else. But like, I am capable of hearing something insane and going “Hey that’s insane and sounds made up” and either ignoring the story completely or looking it up to find out. Today, I’m in the car with someone I consider non-blood family. She brings up the Walz stomach pump story. If you haven’t heard, Dem VP Walz is accused of having his stomach pumped in the 80’s for “over ingestion of horse semen”. That sounds insane, yes? Not something we would assume is true, yes? So I said as much, and she, in her 50s, says “it’s true! There’s an article! From the 80s!”

It took 2 minutes of googling to find the story debunked.

This person leans conservative, but does hear both sides of the spectrum and is central enough to dislike trump, try to be progressive in her daily language, etc. not one to run on conspiracies or generally be prone to believing insane stuff like a politician consuming so much horse semen he needed his stomach pumped. But I just observed this scenario like “jesus christ. You’re better than this”

I never looked into the Vance couch nonsense, because frankly i couldn’t care less about it. Make your jokes, that’s fine, but fucking a couch is positively pedestrian to the kinks and sex acts I see discussed here on tumblr. It was just not an interesting story and i dont care if it’s true or not.

I care that people will see insane shit on the news and not take a beat to run it through a 60 second search to find if there’s any truth to it. An article from the 80s is easily faked and we all ought to know better.

I believe we’re in an era where knowing the truth is hard. Between AI, media sensationalism, social media, and just laziness, misinformation is rampant. But there’s a really big difference between “are they really cutting funding to this whole program/did we really send that much money to that person” etc, and “that man ate horse cum/he fucked a couch”. Like, some stuff is just obviously very likely to be false, and worth googling to find out.

It is a good and fast way to find out who to get your news from though. If your circles are talking about something that is easily debunked, let that inform your trust.

[harmcityherald]

One thing to remember. They will be burying The airman story for true. They will be going over his background completely to find anything they can use to make him look unhinged or crazy in any way.

Know it for what it is when you see it. And remember that this United States air force airman gave his life To protest Palestine.

I am just old enough to remember the self immolation Protests of Vietnam. I'm also pretty truly shocked that I hadn't heard about the 1st self immolation. That's our news platforms. And that's what we need to remember.

It's a terrible thing my takeaways from Tumblr this morning are they will work with the fbi and the story of the 1st Self immolation in Georgia Was buried So far I hadn't even heard of it. Leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. Shows me there is no news service I can trust. Which really seems like the misinformation war was designed to do. Fake news. Remember? So you can't trust your own eyes anymore. What does that sound like? *pounds table* you read the book right? Right?

That man, soldier or not is a hero but so is the first one I don't know enough about yet. This is a bad time for us all. The entire world. There are heroes we will never know as well as villains we will never see. That is why The fall of twitter Was engineered in the 1st place. They are choking Global communication. And after the things that I read yesterday and today I'm wondering now if Matt the photohopple won't go the same road. So you have to remember. And you have to believe in truth even when they deny its very existence. Use your ears eyes and brain. Never be led like sheep to the slaughter. This is the reason I've always been like I am. My politics I mean. I truly remember that about Vietnam. I remember the picture in life magazine. I cried. In those times I aligned myself with the hippy movement but the truth is I have always aligned with the subculture dejure of the time.

As I still am today.

Nothing I can do or say will match what these people have done. We must remember them. We must not let it be buried or let them call him a psychopath. That's coming. Take my word for it. And remember no matter what your most powerful weapon is your vote. That's why they're so hot to take it away from you. And why they're so hot to hide all this shit.

[anobodythatsall]

Hello friend, I trust you're having a great day, I'm not a bot(lol) I'm Ben, the transwoman who was sent to a correctional home by her parents for wanting to be Trans. You reacted to a post(url! Fartherbyfar) of mine back in 2021- when I made a post of me wanting to flee(I don't want to add the link, so tumblr won't flag me, but you can see the post on my page). I know it sounds cliche, but unfortunately, here I am 2 years later, still needing support to flee. I made an update on the post about my 2 years journey and how my account was locked. I need all the support i can get from you AGAIN - Kindly boost/donate/like and share if you can. Please check my pinned post for my campaign(including my correctional home story).

I have no memory of this so someone smarter than me cross-check and see if Ben's story is true. Either way it's on your dash now, warn others with your tags if real or fake. And if it's real go boost their signal

[friendofthecrows]

Yo, can I tell you the story of how my dad stopped being homophobic?

So he LOVES ice skating movies. He used to watch "The Ice Princess" with me on any occasion I would let him. He really likes the wholesome, inspirational themes that they often have.

So I tell him about Yuri On Ice, saying it's about learning to believe in yourself, and not letting doubts or past failures stop you from getting up and trying again. It's about family, love, and unlikely friendships, full of quirky characters and comedy. And of course, lots of skating.

So he agrees to watch it with me. At first, he's a bit pissy about the homosexuality aspect. When I ask him if he liked it after the first couple of episodes the was like "yeah, but not...those parts." He asks if we can watch more. Over the next couple of weeks, we finish the show.

At some point afterward he makes some comment about gay people, and I look him in the eye and say, "would you say that about Victor and Yuri?" in the most genuine, serious voice I can muster.

And so my dad has this horrified look of realization and goes, "...Of course I wouldn't."

He genuinely, as far as I can tell, stopped being homophobic after that. I could make some statements about the power of stories but it's just so funny: Gay Ice Skating Anime Cures Homophobia