#i never post on here but i keep seeing this stupid ass post on twitter and i think it’s dumb as fuck

[frogiwi]

oooh people online love to act so morally superior about not using the proshipper label when in most cases that’s probably what they are bc all proship means is ship and let ship NO MATTER what kind of ship it is, no exceptions. like i don’t know how to tell u this but “i don’t care what u ship” is in fact a proship stance

hate to break it to u but most proshippers are adult with jobs or adults in general. of course there are people on both sides who take things too seriously and are permanently online and there are adults who are antis for some reason but i digress. just because you think shipping isn’t a valid hobby doesn’t mean we don’t have jobs or lives <3

[bidisasterevankinard]

Wip Wednesday

tagged by lovely @honestlydarkprincess , @housewifebuck @panbuckley thank you 💙💙💙💙🫂🫂🫂🫂

I try to work on only enemies to lovers cause I pray to end it fast while I'm inspired (angst fest fics I planned to work in august judge me a lot)

anyway here is more enemies to lovers (it's the start)

Eddie is just about to go home from the studio when his phone vibrates with a notification from Twitter and opening it, Eddie already knows that he will not return home soon. As if hearing this thought, Lena enters the studio.

“Bobby waits for you and Buckley in his office. Now. He’s angry. Like super angry.”

Eddie resigns himself to his fate and prepares for punishment by going to Bobby's office, feeling like a schoolboy on the way to the director.

Entering the office, he sees Bobby at the table typing something into the computer, and Buckley is sitting in front of him on one of the two chairs, clearly trying to somehow make his huge figure smaller.

Eddie goes to an empty chair, showing Buckley with all his appearance that it's his fault. He hopes his gaze will burn a hole in his stupid head.

When Eddie sits, Bobby stops typing.

“I believe you both understand why we are here today?” 

Bobby looks from his computer at both of them and Eddie fidgets under this look. Bobby is a good manager and producer and a good, really kind person, but he can’t be intimidating in anger. And now he is definitely angry at him, at stupid Buckley, and at asshole Greenway.

So Eddie just nods. Of course he knows why he’s here, he’s pretty sure Buckley knows too. Bobby could close his eyes on their normal verbal fights, even on their little scuffles and that one fight when they both cut each other's lips until they bled. But he can’t close it now when all the world knows about it because Greenway leaked everything to the press after he was kicked from the label.

But it’s not Eddie’s fault this blonde jerk always makes him angry, and it’s definitely not Eddie’s fault Greenway decided to leak it all to put the label in a bad situation. But something tells him Bobby would not care and Eddie would regret the next words from the men so fucking hard.

“All the Twitter talk about “118-music” and how Bobby Nash can't control his singers. And not the best things. So you both will work on improving the situation. Tomorrow you both will be at the studio and we will start working on the duo song.”

“What? I will never work with him,” Eddie bounces in his seat and moves closer to the table.

“I’m not going to work with ‘pretty boy’ ”, Buck highlights the nickname given to him at the beginning of his career with his stupid voice and Eddie wants to shut him up with something.

“Both shut up,” Bobby uses his intimidating voice and they both cut their next phrases. Eddie knows they both wanted to continue.

“We will write the song. Also, you two will give an interview soon about how you two are just good friends and this photo is a mistake from your playful sparings. PR already works on planning posts in insta accounts you will post. On this note, go home, rest, and bring your asses tomorrow at the studio looking at each other like you both need some sugar and the other one is a big chocolate bar,” Bobby nods towards the door and Eddie wants to argue, but Bobby sends them both his “dare me” gaze and come back to his computer efficiently shows that the conversation is done.

“And only try to open your mouths in the hall or start another fight.”

They both nod and leave and all the way Eddie comes to his truck with a blonde asshole near him he wants to say that is his fault, but he keeps it inside, because it would only put them in a worse situation. But when he’s in his truck and meets blue eyes from the jeep parked opposite him he lets himself show his real attitude. Looking directly at Buckley he sends him a middle finger and receiving one back he finally goes home to rest. 

He needs to hug his son and prepare himself for weeks of working with Buckley on a song.

The worst possible punishment.

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[elvisabutler]

Listen, I had a good idea can u do a blurb or whatever where in twitter and Tiktok and shit people are saying reader is just like the Walmart version of Vanessa and when you go to the bathroom you leave your phone unlocked and Austin happens to notice it. (This is long asf well oops)

you know what anon? i totally can. but also may i just say that from a personal perspective my rather plain ass is like well shit i might actually take being called the walmart version of vanessa. or as i also include in this fic, a dollar store version of vanessa.

tw: self-doubt, classism? idk this is pretty tame.

you know i love you, so don't you pay 'em no mind. - austin butler

you know better than to look at instagram comments nowadays. it was fine before you started dating austin, albeit maybe the few problem comments but since you started dating what was supposed to be the most eligible bachelor post-vaustin break up? your comments had turned into a war zone. still, you couldn't pass up posting the picture of you and austin in your costumes for halloween because you were proud of them. proud of how you both looked in the outfits. had it taken some convincing on your part to have him dress up as the gomez to your morticia? yes, but he knew that's what you had your heart set on and- he was never one to deny you if you wanted something that bad. even if he had a few misgivings about being gomez.

you found yourself at a party the night before and after being sent the pics from everyone you decided to post them and forget about it until the next afternoon. that had perhaps been your mistake because you know better than to leave your comments alone for that period of time. but you also wanted to enjoy spending the day with your boyfriend because since elvis it was so rare that you two had a fairly large chunk of uninterrupted time together.

austin's in the kitchen making- well he says it's a surprise, but you smell and hear him popping the kernels but you'll let him pretend you have no idea about the popcorn he's popping for the movie you plan on watching. you allow yourself to open your phone instead of just staring at the menu screen for the film and in hindsight you really shouldn't have. the first thing you see when you open up instagram is all the comments there's one from ashley that's just a heart eyes emoji and a fire emoji and several from your friends of just straight fire and one from vanessa and olivia just with a simple chef's kiss. you see some more support so you scroll down and that's where the problem starts.

don't they know that halloween was vanessa and austin's thing? seriously, this is embarrassing. it's like walmart brand vaustin.

lol no it's dollar store vanessa and her prada austin just slumming it.

fits when she's a thrift store vanessa.

you keep scrolling, thinking it'll get better only to see more and more comments comparing your picture to vanessa and austin. comparing you to vanessa and several saying that austin should have never gotten together with you.

you've- you've gotten used to these comments by now, you have because there wasn't an option to not be used to these comments. they're going to be there whether or not austin and you address them. it's- you've learned to live with them as far as you know. except today they sting, maybe it's the fact that were so excited to share the costumes and you have austin here with you for once to hold and to kiss for the whole day with no interruptions except apparently these stupid comments.

austin will know if you start crying, he'll hear your sniffle and he'll come rushing, forgetting about popcorn he's working on so diligently for you you and you can't have that. your eyes are already starting to blur with the unshed tears and you take a breath before you get up and start heading to the bathroom. "heading to the bathroom, baby, i'll be right back." you quickly say as you make your escape to the bedroom and then the bathroom.

if austin immediately notices, he doesn't say anything and he doesn't follow you into the bathroom like he would if he knew what was going on. you let yourself cry in the comfort of the bathroom, sinking to the floor and curling in on yourself. you feel a little like a young teenage girl, trying to hide away from things but right now with those comments swirling around like an expert witch's potion designed to hurt you? you can't help it.

you're not sure how much time passes before you hear austin on the other end of the door.

"baby. i'm coming in." he says, pushing open the door and leaving you no room to debate with him. he looks toward the toilet thinking he's going to see you there only to find you on the floor your eyes bloodshot puffy while your nose is just dripping snot. you've been crying this whole time and he hadn't checked on you until he saw the comments open on your phone. he holds it up and shakes it in his hand. "you forgot this."

your eyes widen and you can't help how you immediately start to bite your lower lip partially out of comfort, partially out of embarrassment and partially because you're not one hundred percent sure you're not going to start crying again if you don't have something else to focus on. "tell me you didn't-"

"see your instagram? and the comments? i did." he answers simply before getting down on the floor next to you and opening his arms for you to burrow into his embrace. "you know- vanessa liked the post, loved the post and you looked gorgeous babe. you're not-"

"a thrift store vanessa? standing next to her prada austin?" you spit out as you curl into his arms. "we're just a walmart-"

"stop." he shakes his head. "first, i'm going to remind you that using those terms as an insult against anything i'm involved in a joke since i had to shop at all three. second, sweetheart- i love you and if anything i'm the thrift shop boy standing next to his gucci girl."

you sniffle and burrow your face in his chest. "you're not."

"but you are?" he counters, shifting just enough that he can get his hand underneath your chin, forcing you to look up at him. "you're the trash everyone thinks?"

the answer is on the tip of your tongue. it's a quick no, because you're not trash, you haven't truly and honestly thought that since you were younger but you falter and are struck by the fact that maybe you're thinking you are after reading all those comments. instead you settle for what you think is the truth in this precise moment. "maybe?"

austin's eyes narrow and he nuzzles at your nose before giving you a soft kiss on the lips. he pulls away for a brief second to study you and shakes his head before placing another kiss on both of your cheeks and then your nose and your forehead before a final one on your lips again. "no."

"it just hurts, austin. i want to share you and our relationship with the world-" you're cut off by another kiss and austin putting his finger on your lips.

"and what's stopping you? you know i'm not a big social media guy, used to do it for 'nessa but you don't mind if i'm not. i don't mind you posting us, i'd post something once in a while if you want but they comments are gonna be there." he sighs and cups your cheek. "the question you've got to ask yourself is do you want to show us off or do you want to hide because of people deciding you're my rebound and that i'll ride into the sunset with vanessa. when trust me-"

"you won't. i remember." the story of their break up, you mean. "you're- i don't want to hide. i want to be open about this, i love you and i-"

you stop yourself, because you two hadn't even been dating a year so saying that you've thought about him marrying you feels like a bit much. austin peers at you and raises an eyebrow. "and you what?"

you feel the heat of your cheeks and feel your embarrassment rush to the surface. your answer comes out as a muffled whisper. "i wouldn't mind riding off into the sunset with you."

the chuckle that comes out of austin is quiet but you feel the vibrations in his chest when he does it. it's- calming in a way nothing else had been since he sat down. you feel your brain's constant swirl of thoughts calm into a simple pool of water. a hum leaves your mouth unbidden before austin moves a hand to pet your hair. "i wouldn't mind doing that either. but, before then, i have some popcorn and a movie with our name on it wanna come join me or is everyone else going to win?"

you pull away and just give austin a look before blinking slowly. "carry me to the couch and i suppose i can let everyone else lose."

he smiles ever so slightly as he stands up and without giving you a single bit of warning picks you up bridal style as you let out what he will swear is a squeal and what you will say was a startled shout. you're still making the noise until he plops you onto the couch and flops right next to you with a flurry of kisses.

and if later on that night after you were sleeping austin posted a photo of you curled up in your shared bed looking like an angel? well, that was his business. especially when the caption was simply:

y/n, my sleeping beauty, there's no one else i'd rather ride into the sunset with. love you, baby.

[homunyas]

I think what bothers me most about the fact Twitter has been at death's door for like half a year or so now, and keeps hanging on anyway because people just refuse to leave, is that... the site isn't even good for what a lot of people use it for in the first place.

Even if you undid all the damage muskrat has done, even if you somehow fixed the issues with the community's harassment culture as a whole, the site is just so fucking poorly designed that I'm astounded it ever got to be The World Stage in the first place.

Twitter was only ever good for people posting stupid little updates on themselves like "come to splash mountain in next 15 mins if u want an ass kicking", it just isn't suited to be hosting art or anything else you'd want to have access to for more than a few hours before it succumbs to the ever growing content black hole that exists there.

They don't have a tagging system, it's more or less impossible to find anything an individual posted unless you scroll through their entire media tab, and even then the likelihood of anyone seeing it is so low. I really think if the stars hadn't aligned to push so many to Twitter after Tumblr's 2018 content ban, the site would have never had a chance in hell of becoming what it has today. That is, essentially the only viable place for people to go if they want their shit to be seen.

Tumblr today of course has issues too, such as an incompetent staff team, though that never stopped it before the 2018 ban, because the site itself is just better designed for hosting content. I can easily find stuff from several years ago, sometimes a decade ago, because (even despite the garbage search system), the tagging and reblogging systems allows things to continue circulating forever. Posts just don't die on this website, which is the polar opposite of how it is on Twitter.

There are other more pressing issues today, like the adult content ban which pushed people away in the first place, though I feel like I've been seeing adult art without it being removed on here more and more since they added the mature content tags. The overwhelmingly white userbase that remains doesn't help things either, not even getting into how the staff has treated minorities here (though again, that's no different than Twitter's staff).

As someone who's been on both Tumblr and Twitter at their primes, I can say that Tumblr today doesn't have nearly as big an issue it does with harassment that it did back then, while Twitter's only keeps getting worse. I don't know if that would remain the case if Twitter's userbase were to flock back here, but I'd hope most of them go to Tiktok instead shbjk

Basically what I'm saying is, I feel like things are primed for artists, content creators in general, or people who just want their stuff to have legs, to start moving back here. I've seen some start to come back, but I'm really hoping there's a bigger migration. I just think the site is overall better suited for it, and things are starting to line up so that it could be viable to spend time putting your stuff here again.

[splathousefiction]

At the time, no

BSky lacks too many extremely basic security elements for me to recommend it in good faith

Edit: Because I answered this on mobile and wanted to get to a solid keyboard

Things BSky Lacks At The Moment:

You can't upload GIFs or video of any length.

No Two-factor authentication

There's a single recovery mail option, but no SMS/Alternative mail recovery option. SMS isn't secure, but the fact even /that/ isn't there really bothers me as an IT person.

These severely impact my ability to both be a sex worker and feel safe using the service. I should stress that Bsky is literally in it's infancy and was very obviously cobbled together when elon started his rampage of gutting twitter as a service (BTW, if there was any doubts he bought it for transphobic reasons, let me clear that up for you). The service is less than a year old, but the fact it's lacking even extremely basic, totally normal safety features is pretty absurd.

My next critique comes in the form of BSky's invite system-it's literally to keep the service from crashing due to a mass migration from Twitter, and that's the only reason. As I'm typing this I have both services open in my browser, and they look identical. Millions of users would likely leave Twitter in an instant if the service was open, which would cause outtages that lasted gods know how long. Gatekeeping as a means of keeping the service up is absolutely a choice-but it also means that there straight up is nobody there that you really know.

I've never been massively popular and think follow counts are stupid; but I've only been able to find like, 2-4 people I know, who also aren't posting on the service ATM simply because there's nothing really to react to.

Bsky also isn't doing a whole lot about hate groups. Hategroups appearing on every platform is an inevitability because many americans still don't wash their ass or know the caress of the sun, but Bsky's method of dealing with this is a mass-hiding option under the user control panel-an option that will "seed out" hate speech based on an algorithm. Which, if you know anything about hate groups and how they communicate, is fucking lazy as hell when active moderation towards such people would send both a positive message about the platform's stance and make people feel safe.

With all of this stated, here's some things I actually like about BSky:

*The Devs are very open about the fact they're actively working on improving the service, and are more or less transparent about what they're currently working on. This is leagues better than anything we had on Twitter even before Musk took over.

*It's a great way to "start anew" on a twitter-like service. I'm currently using mine as a way of hopefully building attention towards my Fansly page, and gaining funding to shoot more porn.

*People in power aren't protected. What I mean by that is you can scream at billionaires again and they absolutely will see it. The service is currently tending left politically, with many users falling under the LGBT spectrum. It's nice and notably different than Twitter.

All of this can change in an instance for any reason whatsoever. For the mean time, if you get a code there's no harm in making an account; but be aware the service is very much a rickety schaffold of what it should be.

[hopelesslyinlovegirl]

Encapsulating my female rage.

As promised in my last work published in english, today I have the honor to bring to you my post on beauty and body dysmorphia.

I must be sincere with my dearest followers, that have been reading my texts for a while now. This is not the text that I was planning to write.

I was planning more on doing an intent of a philosophical essay. Explaining beauty and body dysmorphia in views of philosophical aestheticism, my own experiences and some statistics that i have recolected.

But honestly, at this point I can´t take it anymore. I must get it out of my chest, because i´m going to explode. Because, today, this writer writes in a feeling that she hasn´t written, ever.

Today, excuse my professionalism exabrupt, i´m fucking mad. And fucking tired, too.

So, that said, this text will be an experiment. I´m going to encapsulate my rage against society, how it treats women and to myself because, in which planet a writer is a writer without hating themselves a little?

And, yes, there will be no beta read. We die on this hill and we move on. Though, I´m probably still doing my essay. But at that point in time, this text will be just another part of the bibliography consulted for my own essay.

Some statistics that i feel i need to throw here for context:

° Argentina is the second country with most diagnosed EDs in the world for women. 1 out of 3 women in my country experiences or will experience an ED.

° For men, we are in the first place of ED. Yes,our mental health is fucked.

But, let me take you real quick from those statistics to reality. I graduated high school last year, in December. In my social studies promotion, there was 21 women. Statistically, in my class there should have been 6 women with eating disorders. I know for sure of about four cases of ED in that class. And one more that I am still not sure.

Is that the worst part? absolutely fucking not. It´s the fact that me, a woman who does not have an ED, still got fucked in terms of eating. I would think how thin I looked and go "what if I dont eat and look skinny and pretty for the rest of the day" "no meal tastes as good as skinny feels". I once even dreamed that I was fat and needed to lose weight, and that in order to do that I stopped eating. And, in my dream I would feel lighter and lighter because I was not eating. And I was pretty.

That´s what the whole thing is about. In Argentina, to be pretty you have to be skinny. A fat woman never in a million years will be considered pretty here, even if your face is stunning. Or, in philosophical terms, a fat woman will never be object of the aesthetics experience.

Now, when you are skinny comes the next thing. Having a pretty face. That´s where I mess up. My nose is big and does not make sense, my eyes are small, my lips are thin and my teeth are not perfectly white and straight.

And writing this I have this powerful thought in the back of my mind. I want a rinoplasthy. I want it so bad, so now. Because I cannot keep looking at other women, at what attentions they get because they are pretty.

I cannot help but feel, each and every time that i see a woman post a picture on twitter that she´s stunning. That I would love to look like that. I would like my tits to be bigger or my ass to have more shape or whatever stupid thing I find in that woman that I don´t have and that I want.

So, naturally, I can´t post a pic on twitter without feeling like I look fat. That my nose is fucking ugly, why it has to be like that? No, i´m insane. Everyone will make fun of me if I do a face reveal. Just keep it like that.

And the other insane thing that happens is that when I´m around with people that are pretty according to beauty standards, they get privilege. People treat them nicer. They speak with them. They gift them things. They get their bus ticket payed if they don´t have money.

I don´t have those attentions by myself. Never, in a million years, I will have them. And I want them.

But, you know what? this isn´t even the worst thing yet. I feel like what i´m doing is just a path of awful things that keep getting worse every time you read more.

No, the worst thing is this. When you understand that in society you are not deemed pretty, and, by that, you are less valued what you do is pursue something that compensates.

And I pursued academic intelligence. Because, that is all at what I´m good at. Getting good grades. And reading academic research when everybody goes to have fun. And learn of a bunch of niche topics because i´m bored and I do it as a hobby, that then I have no one to talk about them.

Sure, probably this will be benefitial for my economy some years from now. But, I don´t care about future. I care about now.

I didn´t go for funny, witty, a PERSONALITY. I chose to have an old academic soul in a body of an eighteen years old girl. Which, for dating and boys is not very useful.

I am not funny, I don´t have a big personality. I´m an introvert, I´m shy and I honestly don´t know how I have friends given those conditions, but hey,good thing at least.

And this is what I am most scared of. Because now that I am being pursued, eventually he will find this out. I am a boring woman to date.

Well, that´s kind of dramatic. Sorry, like I said my feelings are just pouring as I type agressively on my laptop.

I think I´m datable, but in my own standards. Like, I´m not that bad. At all. Sometimes I do have one or two funny outcomes and when I´m in confidence I talk a lot, I can make conversation even about the flooring.

The thing is, that is not the standard of most people. That is mine. And I am pretty sure that, is not the standard of my candidate.

So, I could argue that what I am afraid of is that he will be totally dissapointed if we have a date. And he will ghost me. And, just then, I will have lost a possible boyfriend.

You know what fuck that. If he doesn´t aprecciate it I will have someone who does. I hope he does appreciate me because the least I need now is another romantic dissapointment, but I will not die.

Or yes, maybe I will die if he is dissapointed.

God, I hate craving a man´s validation.

Anyway, that is it. Remember this does not have a beta read, so the grammar and the spelling probably suck. I apologize for that, and for the non classic text that I just made. I know that you are used to my pompous words and phrases. But today rage blinded me. And, as a writer, I could not waste an opportunity to express it. I needed this experiment.

Thank you for being here.

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May 21st, 2023. 02:10. Buenos Aires, Argentina.

741 words.

[bitty-bits]

A Jolly SineTrismas

It surely was another year. Let's look back at some stuff, and forward to other stuff, in the final Bitty Bits edition of 2022.

First of all, happy holidays to all who celebrate. Yeah it is a bit late on the "more famous holiday" side of things, but there are still others going on, and... in general it's probably never wrong to be festive during all of December. (It's also not wrong to NOT be festive! Just pointing that out!)

Many things happened in this late half of the year, controversial things, stupid things, all things. Here I will talk about some that mattered to me, to some extent.

(Also, RIP bozo...naro! Good riddance!)

This issue is dedicated to @rick-666, friend and avid newsletter enthusiast who encouraged me to try to fix the broken ass email form thingy that should actually send these posts as newsletter things but just isn't working! I'll have it fixed next year, I promise!!!!

My Work - Where To Next?

So I've made and tried to make many things through the years, but as someone who pretty much does anything all the time, I'm finding myself often doing... nothing at the end of it.

In 2020 I basically started work on Ketchup Dreams by making its first characters, Bitty and Lake, with more to follow the coming years... but still nothing too substantial. Pondered with which medium to present these characters in. Comics? Animation? In the end I'd just continue adding some things here and there to the overall project, but it still doesn't seem like enough. I really want to build a good universe for these guys to live in.

So at the moment I feel kinda directionless. But hopefully that will change. I guess I won't know what sticks until I actually do stuff.

From Bitty also came the entire aesthetic, motif, symbol, meaning AND name for, I guess you can call my "indie" studio/group/label thing... which my future creative works will be released under, and who knows maybe even friends' creations. The "ᑎᐱ" thing was kind of accidental, but I liked it enough that I wanted it to mean something for me. Not to sound corny and dumb, but to me "ᑎᐱ" is kinda like another representation of the polarity we have in life, much like black and white, but in this case it would be something like... smooth and sharp. Yeah I'm not gonna try to give too much meaning to it, it's just for fun, mostly. Bitty's ears initially were meant to just be bunny + kitty ears (hence the incredibly original name) for an asymmetrical design, but that basically spiraled into everything else.

All that said I'm still doing stuff every now and then, I even have been experimenting with tweaking Lake's design slightly, you can even see a little bit of that in the header art here. More on that some other time...

You can check the current "roadmap" for Studio SineTri projects on the pinned tweet.

Why not "TriSine" instead? Because that just... sounds too normal. "Tri" is an existing and common prefix. Also the order matters.

The Tesla In The Room

I don't think I need to talk much about the whole thing with Elon Musk buying Twitter and everything that came with it. Mostly I'm just tired of it all. Billionaires, other than beings that shouldn't exist, are Boring and not even in a funny kind of way (except for Bill Gates, his mere existence is comedic to me probably thanks to early internet culture) I wish I just didn't have to hear about 'em. But I guess we can't.

Anyways this entire situation practically got me back into being on Tumblr daily, after I had left it in favor of Twitter in like 2015, and now... the opposite is happening, that's just how sick I am of Twitter. Not just the website itself but the people in it and the energy that usually comes out of there these days. Musk was simply a final nail in the coffin. The problem is... he just keeps adding more nails. Here's hoping Elon doesn't ruin the very last thing that made Twitter "fun" to me - TweetDeck, but chances it'll survive are slim.

I'm also on Mastodon btw. Juuust in case.

AI Art Discourse - What's Happening?!

"A Still of Klonoa in The Simpsons"

Speaking of Twitter, probably one of the least pleasing topics to witness over there lately will be this.

No doubt, "AI art" as a concept pretty much exploded into popularity in 2022, while it already existed in concept years before, this was pretty much the one year that, 5 years ago, we'd look at machine learning attempting art and say "now just think about how that'll be 5 years from now", and well, that time IS now. Kinda.

There's legitimate worry about whether or not the computer would be able to replace artists, but... personally I don't think it will ever BECAUSE... there will still always be a demand for humanity and human-created content no matter how good any sort of AI gets, and well, currently AI still struggles with "drawing" many things. But it's fine, earlier this year people were mostly memeing with AI generators, being impressed, confused, having a laugh, or everything all at once.

Until computers making drawings suddenly were no longer seen as cool but rather, bad!!! evil!!! problematic!!! etc. even though the reason for that all stems from... misconceptions and misinformation (sometimes on purpose, just because... I dunno. Internet rewards people who get angry at things.) about how the technology works to begin with. No, AI doesn't simply collage a bunch of pictures together, that just isn't how it works, even if it knows what a Mona Lisa looks like almost perfectly. It's hard to put it into words, but this thread I believe explains it a bit better in simpler terms (hopefully), even if you still don't understand, it's... best to not be too ignorant about it.

Of course, I DO think AI ethics is an important conversation that should happen, but not if it's... not gonna be a conversation in the first place. If it sounds too extreme, reactionary, or sounds just about as crazy as anything you'd hear coming from Alex Jones or like, your pro-life uncle™, then it probably isn't the way to go.

This made even people who think photography isn't art come out of their closets, if they even were in one.

There are good use cases for AI in art. One of them is allowing disabled individuals to also partake and experiment with visual arts. Yes, technically nothing "stopped" them from "really" doing it, but just look at how much that argument almost slips into ableism territory (and there is a surprising amount of that coming from some anti-AI folks.) Hell, I could've used AI to create a background for the art on my header as I'm mostly... a character illustrator, focused on characters, and just don't really enjoy drawing backgrounds much at all.

Anyways I recommend y'all check out AWAY (Are We Art Yet), a collective of artists and creators alike embracing AI but also fighting for more ethical AI usage (discussion about scraping images from the web, consent for works to be used as training data, etc.), without the reactionarism and sometimes ableism. They're a friendly bunch.

What I’ve Been Playing / Watching

Gravity Falls

Well, does it really?

Hey Kids, Have You Heard Of Gravity Falls? The show's 10th anniversary was this year and, having heard mostly only good things about it since then, AND as someone who had recently been sucked deep into the modern Disney TVA pipeline (DuckTales 2017, Amphibia and Owl House are also great and would also recommend), I made it a goal to watch all of it before the year ends.

At first I thought this, like other very successful shows, would have way too many seasons for me to really get into, so I was surprised when I found out that wasn't the case.

It's definitely a great show, even 10 years later. From what I saw very little of it comes across as dated when it comes to references or jokes, the characters being likable and interesting are about enough to hook you into it I think. Also Matt Chapman is in there a lot and as an avid Homestar Runner fan, you can just Tell not only through his voices, but his humor and vibes entirely in some episodes.

If there's one thing I probably can't get enough of is Disney cartoons made by some of the most... Non-Disney people on Earth.

The Dream I Had On December 25th

Usually I share my dreams on Twitter, but decided it might be neat to feature some of the more interesting ones right here. They are an essential part of one of my creations after all. This year though, for a reason or another, I had less eventful or weird dreams in general. But waking up on Christmas day this is what was on my mind:

For more of my dreams you can check out my dream journal with stuff since at least 2014, here.

I had a dream I can split up in three parts - first I was at an old house of mine but I could hear a new trailer for the Mario movie premiering far outside, a classic game song could be heard in it and things pointed to it being a Daisy reveal.

Second part was a Strong Bad thing, where I possibly interact with him directly and actually cause a change to homestarrunner.com "accidentally". He makes some sort of analog horror parody, and an old main page gets a new "feature" permanently. I felt a sense of realization since "I caused this". I really wish I remembered more cuz it was great

Third part is the one I can recall the most, it was what seemed like a weird Gravity Falls AU type thing, which is slightly mixed up with The Owl House - In what appears to be the first episode, Grunkle Stan is nowhere to be found, with probably Eda taking his place as the twins' "Graunt". The episode begins with Mabel just wandering around the forest, when she comes across several typically good luck signs all at once, things like four leaf clovers and such. Eda knowing better knows it's a trap and tries to protect Mabel, but she is convinced that Eda is a witch (which probably Should be a secret at first in this alternate timeline I guess, Eda Is Not What She Seems™) and EVIL!!! and ignores her, acting hostile towards her, even, so Eda locks her up in a shelter. Perfectly normal. In there she finds… a journal. It doesn't appear to be -the- GF journal but rather a mix of that and Philip's journal from Owl House. At first it looked like the journal could talk by itself but someone just happened to be there in disguise, it was Soos, who happens to know a couple things about the journal but probably not much. For some reason I was "watching" it in Portuguese and they'd give him a completely different name, likely starting with a hard C, but I can't remember now. Some weird magic thing happens too which I don't remember how it's triggered or when exactly in the episode progression it even happens but it would make food and candy "infinitely stretchy", where you could essentially have infinite amounts of something just by stretching them, and it caused children to go insane over it. Eventually Soos and Mabel made it out of the shelter, with the latter no longer feeling suspicious about Eda. That's about what I can recall.

Song of the Issue

I will now feature some cool music (probably just vgm) I like here, just because. Sometimes topical, sometimes not.

But today it might be.

A secret easter egg track, on the older 2008 MIDI version of the Charlie (the Duck) II soundtrack (that probably came into existence together with the 2008 Windows version of the game, as opposed to the original DOS version which much like other Wiering Software games only had sound effects, at most.)

It would only play on Christmas day, and was basically a slight arrangement of the proper theme, but with some classic Christmas tunes thrown into it.

The OGG/streamed version you hear on the Steam release cuts the song a bit shorter.

More Stuff

Audicons Fluent/2.0/Name Pending

Inspired by Microsoft's Fluent Design aesthetics and technicalities, this will be an update to my existing icon pack for audio formats, covering even more obscure formats that only 3 people know about! Just like the old pack, this will be fully compatible with probably any version of foobar2000. Very soon!

Ninjin on Archive.org

Yeah!

juke...box. AI. video.

yeah dude.

(no, seriously, it'll come out when it comes out. that's it.)

Miscellaneous Tumblr Side Things

I dunno, I just felt like... having a couple dedicated side blogs for specific interests, as some people do, cuz I have ideas. One of them will be about brazilian animation in general. Nothing fancy or scheduled, just things that will exist.

Conclusion

The more I write the more self-conscious I get that I might just be shit at writing Anything, but I still appreciate if anyone actually likes reading through!

Stay tuned for the traditional yearly dumb highlights collage pic™ on my main Tumblr (@lu9) and Twitter (if it's not completely broken by then...)

Bitty's Message of the Day

My new year's resolution is to Exist more!

[shinystars-stuff]

Hello everyone. It has been 9 months.

I apologize for no longer posting but my mood for Tumblr came to a downhill and so I just stopped posting. I moved on to Twitter, YouTube, TikTok, Pinterest, and Discord.

Well… let’s just say… I’m doing a shit ton better on those platforms.

I came back today and only today to update you guys on how much my life has changed.

So nine months ago… that was before I graduated, which would mean that would be February. Jesus, this is about to be long.

So February 28th of this year, I ended a one-year relationship with a boy only to get with someone else. Now, keep in mind that both of these relationships were online. When I got with the new boy, my behavior and actions started to change. We tended to fight a lot and I made him upset quite a lot just as he made me upset. Well, July 18th, he had enough of my lying and my behavior that he broke up with me. Oh yeah, I skipped something important. I graduated on May 28th! 👩‍🎓👩‍🎓

I was pretty upset over the breakup and I stayed single for a while until drama happened and I got with somebody else. I realized how stupid I was and I called off the relationship. My family situation has worsened. A few months ago, my brother officially came back to live with us after his girlfriend cheated on him. He’s been a total pain in the ass, btw.

Me and my brother hardly get along, but the good news is that we are semi-bonding now these days. My mom’s leg situation has worsened for she can hardly stand up now these days. My uncle… he got a rare disease and might not be making it for much longer, plus I’ve lost a lot of family members as of late. I luckily have my Switch to keep me distracted and well organized.

Well- after I graduated high school, I found out that I have social anxiety. I was placed on an anti-depressant pill and bumped up more on my ADHD medication. My parents have been nagging at me to get a job, but with the shit I see happening in life today, plus the things I hear from my family, why would I even want to work in a society like this?! Also, my whole family thinks they have the right to say that I should get a job when I take the fucking trash out, I get shit like drinks and stuff for them, I bring in all the god damn groceries, I check on them everyday. I do the shit willingly and never get asked to be fucking paid!

Let’s uh- change the topic for now. So- well- I’m still making videos and stuff. However, my original TikTok got banned over a dispute with a best friend and uh- I lost three friends by them ghosting me. My videos have actually really improved. In fact, I have them right here.

Well, I only have this one, but this is my biggest and longest working one. This one took me three hours. I mostly make edits on TikTok but on Discord, I have a little roleplay server :3

My Twitter and YouTube, plus Twitter stays quiet most of the time because usually I’ll just scroll and save videos and stuff on the platforms.

My proudest moment and my best moment of this year is this photo right above this. If you don’t know who that is, that is me and a VO actor known as Bob Carter. Bob Carter is in many animes, but when I looked at the top of his poster, my world changed. As you know, I am a huge Fullmetal Alchemist fan and the character he played was Izumi’s husband, Sig Curtis.

I was legit amazed and he was absolutely friendly. I asked him for a hug and he gladly accepted it because I told him I had watched the anime a million times. I really wanted to show him an FMA edit I made, but I was too excited to show him. I even got to meet the singer for Sailor Moon, only to look later and find out that Bob photobombed it XD

So yeah, even though I’ve gone through a lot of shit this year, I’ve had a pretty good year. Anyways, I think I’m going to go ahead and finish off the post here.

Thank you guys for supporting me on Tumblr. If you wish to add me on Discord or anything, my Tumblr ask-box and messages are still open, so feel free to. I love you guys. Thank you for giving me a home.

[8bitbabii]

Things that annoy me (pt. 2): Feminists

I'm trying to understand this from a male's perspective, so I asked my husband his opinion and also have my own take on it as well.

Men and women, for the most part, cannot just "be friends". Unless he's gay, asexual, or in a relationship himself (this one is a stretch because it doesn't always matter in these situations if there are strong feelings attached) then someone is usually going to catch feelings. Be it the male or the female. All these "platonic" relationships eventually end up in someone getting hurt. They might not say it to you directly, but it's usually the case. I'm not saying a man can't just be friends with you, but you need to stop being so naive about it.

I'm tired of women thinking that men "owe" them something, while they pretty much neglect his feelings and his needs all the time. If I did that, then my husband wouldn't have married me. If I wasn't interested, then it would feel awkward for me, personally, to keep expecting him to stick around. You literally expect this man to walk you every night and protect you, but rejected his feelings so easily like it was nothing. How would you feel if he did that to you?

I'm so tired of these cunty women believing that all men are the problem while they're the most toxic, vile, and downright narcissistic people I've ever seen. Hell, some are rude to OTHER WOMEN, let alone a man. Toxic femininity is a problem and I see none of you whine about it on Twitter. Ever. I'm not saying men can't be toxic and toxic masculinity is definitely a thing, but women can be equally as toxic.

Gay men are STILL men. They just copy mannerisms of women because they think that's what womanhood is: a costume.

Half of you will end up old cat ladies anyway in the future because you refuse to reflect on yourselves. It's always "men are the problem" or "toxic masculinity keeps women down". It's never, "I'm a bitch that expects a man to wait on my hand and foot and pamper me like a princess and give me sex on my terms, but I ignore everything else about him." All these salty ass bitches crave a relationship and a man so badly, but never wants to put in the work that holds a relationship together. It's always about her, her, her and she neglects him because she wants to be babied all the time.

Also, you can't sit here and walk around like a slut and expect a man to be okay with that. My husband knew of my past and that I was nasty (lol) and fucked around with older men. Would I do that now? Absolutely not. When you get into a marriage/relationship, you make compromises. Love is a two-way street. Remember that for your relationships to work out.

Women are misogynists too. The fuck? You can sit here and pretend all you want for social media clout, but many of you perpetuate the same issues you blame men for. Stop it.

Also, the guy in the Reddit post never said his ulterior motive was getting pussy. He asked her out and she rejected him. Nowhere in his post did I see him begging to get her to fuck him. You're making assumptions for no fucking reason and that's the problem.

Social media has warped men and women alike. It's insane. People stay in their stupid echo chambers and block anyone instantly if they disagree with their stupid takes.

[lyrics-fur-u]

Asshole — Ronnie Radio & Andy Biersack 🅴

[Intro]

A man convicted of battery is on the run tonight

Ronald Radke, was found guilty for his role in the death of 18 year old *censored*

Falling In Reverse and former Escape The Fate vocalist, Ronnie Radke was arrested in Glendale, CA in an alleged domestic dispute with his girlfriend

The leader singer of that band got a little wild and crazy

This is near where the shooting happened more than two years ago

[Verse 1: Ronnie Radke]

I got an insane posse, we ain't clowns though

I ain't a juggalo, but I'm always fucking juggle hoes

Yeah, maybe it's in my nature 'cause I never wanna date her

But she's like a shot of vodka 'cause I always gotta chase her

What's the fucking problem with a one-night stand?

I'm never gonna settle down, you need to understand

And let me keep it simple I'm officially single, and I won't miss you, here's some tissue, I got issues, believe me

And I always see my mommy in every woman I meet (Why?)

Well I hate my fucking mother, motherfucker it's weak (Fuck you)

So please believe me I'm a needy, insecure fucking freak

And it ain't easy or as dreamy as you thought it would be (Check it)

Took her out to dinner (Yeah), went and tried to kiss her (Okay)

Opened up my eyes, the fuckin' bitch was checking Twitter (What?)

Ladies, I ain't tryin' to be rude but, I'll never date a bitch who Instagram's her fucking food (Ew)

[Chorus: Andy Biersack]

Oh, I lost my fucking mind, it happens all the time

'Cause I can't stand myself, I'm an asshole, baby

Oh, I'm fashionably late, I'm the one you love to hate

'Cause I can't stand myself, 'cause I'm an asshole, baby

[Post-Chorus: Ronnie Radke]

I'm an asshole, I'm an asshole, I'm an asshole, I'm an asshole, baby

I'm an asshole, I'm an asshole, I'm an asshole, I'm an asshole, baby

[Verse 2: Ronnie Radke]

I was up in the scene in mid-2006

I was automatically labelled as a god-damn prick

I go to prison and get out and then I'm back at it

I ain't afraid to go back, better watch that lip

But the music nowadays always sound the same

But it's pretty fucking lame what you fucking lames claim to be real music

And you gotta feel stupid to be still choosin' to abuse the privilege, and you still use it?

Lately, all you bands do the same damn shit, same breakdowns, snare, kick, and lame-ass riff

And everybody still fucking the same lame damn bitch, that comes to every show, showing her fake ass tits

But not me, I'm on a whole other planet

And I'll be damned if I sit back and let this fucking shit happen

I'm an assassin, with that music and fashion

When I cash out, no back tracks, I stack racks, I cashed in

[Chorus: Andy Biersack]

Oh, I lost my fucking mind, it happens all the time

'Cause I can't stand myself, I'm an asshole, baby

Oh, I'm fashionably late, I'm the one you love to hate

'Cause I can't stand myself, 'cause I'm an asshole, baby

[Skit: Ronnie Radke & Andy Biersack]

Alright everybody on the fucking ground right now

Andy, here (Alright)

You all are going to fucking die

Fuck you, fuck your tweets, fuck everything about you

Social media, my fucking ass

*Shooting and laughing*

I'm an asshole, baby

[Verse 3: Ronnie Radke]

Last but not least, I wanna thank my fans

The best damn fan base a band could have

To show appreciation for how grateful I am, here's a mic stand, take it home to your dad

I got arrested for a crime that I didn't commit

And I never beat my girlfriend, she's a god-damn bitch man

The truth is she was pissed I broke it off, so what she did was calculate a plan to hurt me any chance she could get (Damn)

Fuck it, her plot didn't work (Nope)

The jig is up and everybody knows it's berserk

All you tough guys and wise guys, gangsters on that Wi-Fi, are bitch made in your real life, in real life, I will fight

And just because I rock them skinny jeans and a belt, don't mean shit motherfucker I'll knock your ass out for real

'Cause I'm pissed off, I'll piss on anybody 'cause I spit raw

I split jaws, I'm hip hop, I'll Nicolas Cage your face off

[Chorus: Andy Biersack]

Oh, I lost my fucking mind, it happens all the time

'Cause I can't stand myself, I'm an asshole, baby

Oh, I'm fashionably late, I'm the one you love to hate

'Cause I can't stand myself, 'cause I'm an asshole, baby

Oh, I lost my fucking mind, it happens all the time

'Cause I can't stand myself, I'm an asshole, baby

Oh, I'm fashionably late, I'm the one you love to hate

'Cause I can't stand myself, 'cause I'm an asshole, baby

[Post-Chorus: Ronnie Radke]

I'm an asshole, I'm an asshole, I'm an asshole, I'm an asshole, baby

I'm an asshole, I'm an asshole, I'm an asshole, I'm an asshole, baby

[Outro: Ronnie Radke & Andy Biersack]

Welcome to the fucking mixtape, 2014 and beyond

Me, Ronnie Radke and a whole bunch of other crazy motherfuckers (Andy Biersack, haha)

You don't like it? Go fuck yourself *laughs*

Now kids, it's just a fucking joke, relax

[heartate]

lol sorry ANOTHER VENT because the COMEDIC timing men have like i swear sometimes men have this knack of just coming in and fucking shit up at the worst time possible. please ignore me LMAO i just need to scream into the void because i'm so mad!!!!

like you have got to be KIDDING ME. i have a tellonym because it's what the cool kids on ffxiv twitter are doing. i made it with the intention of people sending me questions about cherry, but no one does that so i just gave up and stopped posting about having it. i don't publicly post my answers anymore, but i still answer them in the app when i'm bored, as long as they're not too personal, because most of the questions are from bots. i didn't even realize the ex-situationship knew i had one, because he's barely on his main twitter anymore lmao and i just never followed his gpose twitter bc idk i didn't wanna overstep bc i noticed he made it during a time he wasn't... clueing me into his life anymore even tho we were still... a thing. so out of respect for him, i just left it alone and muted the account so that i wouldn't see it pop up on my feed, because i found out about it to begin with bc a mutual of mine had retweeted a collab gpose they'd done with him.

ANYWAYS. i haven't spoken to him since the 17th bc he stopped answering me and i just felt so annoying and he's been going through it so i figured he'd talk when he was ready, but then the days kept going by, and i wanted to reach out again, but then i stopped myself and said, no, you've done enough of that. all you do is reach out. all you do is give and give and give and you never get. cut that shit out.

so, i haven't.

but i'm so pissed off because you went the MOST roundabout way possible to contact me when you could 1) message me on discord (most convenient) 2) message me on snapchat 3) or even TEXT me because you have my number.

how dare you "even if we can't be together" you are the only thing standing in between that, because i've expressed to you over and over my willingness and my desire to be with you and move forward and be happy with you, and that i'd be willing to wait for you no matter how long it took, and that i'd be happy to move at your pace, but i started to change my feelings on that when i realized how torn up you were over some other girl you barely knew compared to me, how you lied to me, how you went and ruined yourself over someone who treated you like garbage, when i've sat here even after all this time like a stupid idiot pining over your ass and still loving you and just, being so stupidly faithful to someone who's chasing any other girl but the one he said he was in love with for over a year.

you were the one who said i love you first. you asked me for permission to say it first. you were the one who brought up living together all the time. you were the one who started asking about pets and just one child. all of this was your idea, not mine, because i never wanted to overstep and make you feel uncomfortable when i knew you weren't rushing or ready for something official. but you discarded me so quickly for some literal flavor of the month who even your friends think is crazy manipulative. like.

don't you dare say "i will do anything for you if it makes you happy" because i've asked for just a few things: just to spend time with you and chat with you, and the one thing i really want from you, i'll never ask for because i'm not going to make you feel cornered or rope you into a relationship that you don't want. i just. how DARE you come swooping in the moment i decided that i didn't want to keep doing this anymore and keep hurting myself and being sad over you. it's been over three months of this and i cannot keep doing this to myself. i'm so miserable all the time. i have sat here and cried and cried so much and so hard over you for so long, and it hurt so badly that i felt like i could die because it was just so excruciating to feel that hurt. like a normal person's emotions are at a 10 and i'm at 1000 like it hurt. so. much. i cried every day for almost 2 months straight like i was not. okay. and finally, one day i stopped. i was trying to go on, while still holding out hope, but i'm tired of it now. i can't do that again. i can't put myself through that again.

the timing of this is just so. funny to me. it's just. laughable. seriously. the second i tell myself that i give up, that i'm not going to try anymore, that if we never speak again, "oh well." i cannot believe this lol. why is it always when you're drunk too. people say that people are the most honest when they're drunk, but. if you can't say this shit to me when you're sober, then. what's the point. i'm not. putting myself through this anymore. i'm done.

you have shut me out for so long. you don't let me in. why should i lean on you and let you in when you've shown me i can't even rely on that, because when i've asked you if i could talk to you and vent to you about things, you just. leave me hanging and i don't feel better, ever. which makes me feel even more annoying and like i'm too much, and i don't want to put that burden on ppl and u say i'm not one, but i just. feel like one, especially when you just. don't say anything at all. like im not asking for u to process my feelings and like talk in depth about it but like. a little acknowledgement goes a long way for someone like me. idk. it's so stupid. it's so so so stupid and i'm just done. i've spent the past 2 weeks trying to get over myself and move on and then you just come in like this. on TELLONYM of all things. and then just. god.

[odinsblog]

i usually use the anon function bc im embarrassed to ask people things sjfjfjhs but I've never sent anything horrible to anyone!! I'm sorry you've had negative experiences with the anon function before, you don't deserve that at all!! sending love!

[re: this post]

Thank you. I genuinely appreciate you rn

People like you are literally the only reason why I don’t completely disable the anon feature, because I understand that sometimes people are shy, or they want to express themselves without taking shit. I actually dO get that

But alas, as with everything, there are those who abuse what really should be thought of as a nicety, or privilege—some people just abuse it

Very long rant, incoming

So here’s the thing, right? Sometimes when people are online, they act and behave in ways they wouldn’t dare to irl

I’m not the government. I don’t have a staff to edit my posts. I’m not anybody special. I’m just some dude on the internet who enjoys sharing my opinions and other things. If YOU don’t like or agree with my opinions or something else that I post, you are completely free to keep scrolling or to block me. That’s fine. But when anons begin demanding that I phrase things the way that they’re more comfortable with, then we got serious issues

And another thing: people need to not be so quick to assume malicious intent where none exists

For example, I have accidentally typed the number 500 in a post when I meant to type 50–now, in the specific post, it truly was a significant error. But an anon immediately jumped into the comments and self righteously accused me of lying to make a point, rather than saying to themselves, “Hm, maybe Odin just made a typo”

And my personal favorites

them: YOU’RE SPREADING MISINFORMATION AND DISINFORMATION !!!!

me: um, it was a fucking joke? do they have jokes where you come from?

Or,

me: posts a video of an alligator and some cranes, and adds a bit of whimsical commentary

them: WELL ACTUALLY, THAT IS PROBABLY PREDATORY BEHAVIOR AND I THINK YOU SHO-

me: no. goddamn, I can’t be fucking whimsical on a social media site? eat shit. stfu

And also,

them: well technically, it’s not really fascism

me: maybe not, but it’s fucking close enough. I’m not gonna wait for people to start getting marched into ovens and say, “now can we call it fascism??”

I have literally had all of these dumb, stupid ass conversations (almost verbatim) here on tumblrdotcom, and lemme tell ya, it’s frustrating af

And other times, when I author a post containing a hyperlink on desktop but then later edit it on mobile, sometimes the hyperlink doesn’t carry over to mobile and you’re left with a post that may say “source,” but is not clickable. It happens sometimes, and it’s not a big deal, right?? WRONG! Instead of sending an ask to ask me what happened to the link, I’ve had anons accuse me of “not crediting” a source

I’ve had people use anon to accuse me of cropping videos so that I could somehow “steal” credit from others, and I’m just like … What??? Who does that? Who has the time for all of that? Are you aware that sometimes people on the internet see something like a video or a photo from somewhere else (also uncredited from twitter, reddit, facebook, etc), and then just post it here on tumblr??

And no, I am not talking about reposting someone’s art or other works

Look, if YOU get your thrills from finding out who/where/when the very first instance of every single cat or dog video came from, that’s great! Do you. Knock yourself out. Have fun. But don’t try to shame others because we aren’t all humorless poindexters like you

If I post something from tiktok, the video generally tells you where to go to see it there. If it’s a tweet or from reddit, again, there are usually twitter or reddit handles in the tweet. And NO, I am not putting a link to every single tweet or reddit thread or facebook post — if that’s that important to you, then figure it out. It’s not hard, and in the year 2023 most adults should have the necessary skills to find an original tweet, if that’s something that’s important to you. I’m not doing it for you, not sorry

(SN: I’ll never forget when I took my first college English literature course, and at the end of the semester I was on the bubble for getting an A or an A+ in the class, and our final exam was a written essay that would decide my final grade. I didn’t quite score the A+ that I wanted, and when I looked over my essay, the professor wrote on it: “Odin, you are the quintessential college freshman, and your inquisitiveness has made this semester one of my most enjoyable.” And after class, I walked up to him and thanked him, and asked him what quintessential meant? He opened his mouth and was about to answer me, but then he smiled, wagged his finger at me and said, “you should learn to look things up.” He was one of my favorite professors (had a British accent, eyeglasses and reminded me of Giles from Buffy), but I’ve never forgotten that lesson. Some of you very obviously need to learn it too)

I’ve also made what are very obviously jokes online, only to have people accuse me of misrepresenting facts—and then I’m like, do I really need to explain the concept of what a joke is to you people??

Like, I could see if it was something racist, trans/homophobic, Islamophobic, antisemitic, etc, BUT I DON’T DO THAT

I think that some people need to be seen as, or have a desire to be known as a gatekeeper, and instead of using just a tiny bit of common sense, they try to make mountains out of molehills to elevate themselves in the eyes of their followers

The people who act this way are truly joyless human beings, and they probably suck all the fun out of parties and other events that people are forced to spend time with them

Maybe try socializing a bit more? Learn to read (online) cues. Don’t be so eager to accuse everyone of doing something wrong just so that YOU get to look like the good guy

And all of that’s without even addressing all of the straight up racist anons that I constantly receive

Like, do people even understand that we aren’t inside of each other’s heads? Sometimes we’re all dealing with life and other stuff. And just maybe people are busy trying to have just a tiny bit of fun, and then the mf fun police come along and try to ruin shit? Because I don’t use a word exactly the same way you do?? Or because of an obvious joke?? You guys who do this kind of shit really SUCK

I feel sorry for you

I almost can’t believe this is the piddling little shit that some people choose to be upset over

Please find some REAL things to be upset over

Try learning to use the feature that lets users (gasp) make a post of their very own! instead of fixating on one goddamn mutha fucking post that wasn’t worded to your liking

I am not here for the discourse with anyone with an internet connection and a keyboard

Please go touch some grass

[finsterhund]

Listen I think Skinamarink had a ton of missed opportunities and I had significant issues but so many of the people on Twitter bitching about it are legitimately the most insufferable pieces of shit I've ever come across. I would have zero moral qualms with hunting you for sport. Is this just something that happens when a thing is "arthouse" and "indie" enough? Never encountered this bullshit at the level it is here before. Indie video game hatred comes close but film bros are another breed.

I'm just trying to look at cool fan interpretations and art, man. For fucks sake. I don't want to see a take from a deranged sexist weirdo calling it the worst movie ever and people saying that it was "gaslighting" when it was recommended to them and people saying that comparing the director's works to the works of another queer filmmaker is "shitting on their grave." God. Go outside you fucking LOSER.

These are all very specific examples I gave too. If you're one of these people it's on-sight bitch.

Sure the director may or may not have succeeded in making this project work or whatever and I myself am sitting over here wanting to explore the ideas it brought to the table in my own way and joking around about it but he's a fucking human being and this was a tiny production on a shoestring budget and it's important that independent creators get feedback and opportunities without being ripped apart in industries so saturated with massive corporations continuing to use the same idea designed to make as much money as possible. Disney over here announcing they're making a live-action remake of an animated movie that came out less than ten fucking years ago and you're mad that some guy vent viral with a horror movie about being a toddler filmed in his childhood house.

Maybe we could all benefit from watching "boring" slowburn shit from time to time too. If only to keep us grounded and kick the instant gratification thing? Like I'm seeing people being like "I wasn't able to watch it fully" and my ADHD ass over here is like "huh. Skill issue I guess. I've seen it multiple times because I realized there the audio mixing isn't the greatest and I wanted to find closed captioning so I could better understand it and give it another chance"

I've seen both the "pretentious art house" people and the "only horror with gore and murderers good" people tear this film apart in equal measure while using it as a scapegoat to insult the other. It's so stupid genuinely. Trying to put some agenda on the back of the creator that isn't there in order to push your own one. He just wanted to make a movie for fucks sake. This kind of climate makes people not want to make things.

I don't understand why people need to be so mean to a random neurodivergent queer dude for the crime of making a movie that you don't like. It's like it's this weird competition thing. How dare he be successful. Other people deserve it more than him... If you support him it means you don't think those other people deserve support... Like bruh? That's not how it works. That's capitalism. The problem you have is with capitalism preventing creatives from making a living off their work. Not low budget haunted house movie.

I guess this is my fault for going to such a fucking worthless shitheap as Twitter but that's where the majority of online artists post their stuff. Fuck dude.

[shinydixon]

somebody said here before this con that they were betting joe's management would be doing something to soften the blow on grace's haters and the lack of response from joe himself. i think that's exactly what's happening. everybody is now pro-hellcheer, even actors that had nothing to do with it, and joe 'responded' to the haters by posting the picture of mason, grace and him on his stories. oh and by answering that hellcheer question. we all knew this was coming especially since the fallout with that journalist. oh, and guess what??? back on twitter those vanquinns that hated joe last week suddenly love him again!!!! :o :o :o fucking sucks this is stupid venue is not inclusive. yeah, let's shit on the head of all the gay teens finding some comfort in steddie just so we can keep being homophobic and making the grown ass fans of yet another straight ship happy. do these idiots really believe joe and any other actor would say anything but yes, hellcheer would've happened if they weren't dead. for sure. do they think that the actors are gonna say shit like: 'ehhh, you know what, i find hellcheer kind of cliche, i'm glad chrissy's dead' look, i don't wanna come across as ageist. but there's a fucking 38 year old woman in the middle of all those hellcheer teens/really young adults behaving like a fucking child. it's embarrassing. they are embarrassing. i'm glad they're asking all the stupid ship questions. my hope is that they'll tire joe out so fucking hard that he'll ask for ship questions to be removed.

Joe always repost pictures and it's the con that doesn't select mlm questions because, as already said, they're not inclusive.

And I honestly don't care what the actors says, it's not in the script, it was a scene written to show that Eddie was a decent person despite his look.

And I'm sorry but I'll never believe chrissy and Eddie would've happen.

Platonically? Maybe, but I don't see it romantically and it won't be a bunch of toxic shippers that will make me believe it.

I'm so tired to repeat myself, I ship steddie, I don't ship hellcheer because I don't see it happening.

[be-side-my-self]

Just need to rant a bit, everyone feel free to ignore it, I‘m basically answering the anon from another blog how I actually want to answer them.

Hey, I'm sorry you searched for your OTP and found my blog with some points against your ship.

But congratulation on shitting into my inbox.

You come into my inbox and throw into my face that I like tweets against your ship? Congratulations for being obsessed like that? Would you prefer I retweeted them? I don‘t do that FOR A REASON. Because I don‘t want my followers to see „ship xy sucks and ship yz is so much better!“ but I want to show OP „hey! Here is a twitter for your ship! Maybe follow?“ and if they do, maybe they see next time I write:

„DON‘T ENGAGE! DON‘T GO TO WAR! STOP THE WANK!“

Because believe it or not, I don‘t fucking control the fandom. Everyone is a fucking individual. Fuck, I‘m not even the most popular twitter account for my ship!

No matter how many events I organise, how many tweets I retweet, how many facts and pictures I post, I only reach a fracture of the shippers.

But at least I try!

Because dude I‘m in this fandom for more than 15 years, and more than ten with the ship. I've written hundred thousands of words about them. I've written essays and fanfictions and headcanons.

Meanwhile I've seen ships come and go. I have seen fans come and go. I have seen people trying to attack my ship and all they got was getting fucking ripped a new one!

I stayed.

I continued to organise to be there, to interact to write and draw...

And still after all these years I fucking try to be better.

I started with the usual „what?! Why would you ship two guys?! They aren‘t gay!! They hate each other!!“ and now I‘m at „You want ro headcanon my otp as T4T and gay? Sure. Go for it! As long as you have fun who am I to judge?“

I went from „ugh, my NoTP is so fucking annoying and I want to tell everyone who ships it that they are wrong!“ to „ship and let ship.“

And still not once did I come to someones in-box and told them annoying shit.

I AM SUPPOSED TO STAY IN MY LINE?!

GET A FUCKING GRIP, KID!

You say you like the ship? Then go and enjoy it without the „toxic fans“. Because that is possible, smarty!!!

NO ONE IS MAKING YOU GO THROUGH OTHER PEOPLES LIKES.

Just look for fanart just look for fanfiction and don't fucking engage. It's that simple!

And if you don't like that than you obviously don't like the ship so just own up to your opinion and say as it is!

AND DON'T COME AT ME WITH OLD NEWS! Jesus christ, you want to fight toe to toe?! Come to my level first, you fucking beginner.

I have better arguments against my ship than any of you little wankers. And you know why? I have reread the fucking source material multiple times! Reread it every single time I had to figure something out!

You hate us fans? WELL NEWSFLASH: Trolls are invading our ranks, your ranks and everyones ranks! Do you know how often I asked someone to stop to be assholes under NoTP posts and then they outright said they aren't even in support of ANY SHIP?!

TOO OFTEN.

GO OUT AND LEARN FIRST! You want to argue against a fucking professor with your fist class education?!

Dude you can only wish for my fucking dedication.

And then I hope you never get it because I put too much time into this bullshit. Into lines and colours and pixels. Holy fuck it's not real.

You see something you don't like? Take a fucking breather and move on. Don't try to swim with the sharks you baby.

god damn it.

And then probably the same person comes into my in box again and goes "hey, you think the author though lol those stupid xyz shippers again"

NO! I DON'T THINK THAT. THE AUTHOR DOES NOT FUCKING CARE ABOUT THE SHIPPERS! THERE ARE TOO MANY!

THERE ARE HUNDRED OF CHARACTERS. EVERYONE IS SHIPPED WITH EVERYONE!

The author does not give a rats ass!!!

And I won't answer your troll attempt I won't let someone call the shippers of the other ship idiots on my blog when I try to keep peace.

FUCKER.

Call me "sanctimonious" all you want. I know what and why I am doing it.

God damn fandom kids. Get out! Touch grass! Enjoy the wind and calm the fuck down.

Jesus christ.

[cherrykindness]

wild tweets |

pairing: Harry Styles x Actress!Reader

summary: as newlyweds, you and harry read thirsty comments for buzzfeed.

warning: it's thirsty tweets, so below there is adult humor 😳

"It's a bright, sunny morning in Los Angeles, and there's nothing I want more than to be on BuzzFeed and read wild tweets alongside my husband."

"Thirsty tweets, babe." Harry corrected, laughing out loud with the producers behind the cameras.

"Thirsty Tweets." You said quickly, putting your hand over your mouth to stifle a giggle. "I'm terrible at that, I'm sorry. Can we start over?"

"Let's take a break for one to two minutes. You've given us a great introduction, Y/N."

You shook your head, smiling shyly before turning to Harry, who was already watching you with that easy smile at the corner of his lips. You liked how his hand remained firmly on yours, making those circular movements with the thumb that always served as a natural medice for your anxiety.

"You look so fucking beautiful."

The pleated dress with flounce sleeves fit you like a glove. You had made peace with the various shades of white since the wedding and knew that Harry liked to see you in that color too.

"Thank you, you're not too bad either, Styles."

You intimately suspected that Harry would always seem far beyond that "not bad" that came out as a euphemism from your mouth. He wore nothing but a pair of bell-bottom pants in a strong shade of blue and a soft vest printed with fluffy little sheep on a striped American collared shirt - in your opinion, no one could look better in farm animal clothing than Harry Styles and Princess Diana with her red "Black Sheep" sweater in the 1980s. In contrast, you knew your husband well enough to know that he was arrogant and knew exactly how hot he looked - you also made your thoughts clear enough when you kept him backstage beyond ten minutes in a rather heated kissing session.

"Are you anxious?" you asked curiously, remaining with downcast eyes fixed on the strokes that remained assiduous on your warm skin. "To read about how the whole internet dreams of fucking my wife?! Of course." Harry joked, leaning over to leave a small one on your cheek. "We agree on that, don't we? Although I'm a little nervous, I'm really interested to know all the crazy things they say about you. Everyone knows you're mine at the end of the day, that's enough."

At the end of the break, you and Harry made a silent agreement that you should be the first to pick up one of the scattered papers in the red pot. There were quite a significant amount of tweets, and as much as you were used to reading rather sordid things about your husband on the Internet, the excitement was there as if you were wading into uncharted territory.

"I would be a good girl all year round if Santa guaranteed me a threesome with Harry and Y/N Styles on Christmas Eve." You laughed, Harry staring at the camera with an expression close to the meme of the surprised Pikachu. "You guys are incredibly nasty, I love it."

"If that was the first one, I'm really worried about the next ones." Harry commented with a little corner smile, picking the next tweet out of the bucket. "I have an entire folder on Pinterest dedicated to Harry Styles' hands, and let me tell you why: those hands are art, and art needs to be recognized."

"What- Guys, you promised you wouldn't post my anonymous tweets here." You quipped with false reproach, laughing at your own stupid joke while everyone else in the studio did the same. "But I can't blame her, honestly." Shaking your shoulders, you opened another piece of paper. "Harry Styles finally confessed that he wrote Watermelon Sugar for Y/N!!!! Are you guys imagining the same thing as me?!!!!!! 🥵🍆💦"

"Exhausted emoji, eggplant emoji, and water emoji?" Harry frowned, staring at the tweet you held up. "I imagine you're in need of a vacation somewhere refreshing and you're craving a fruit that everyone eats like it's really a vegetable."

"That reminded me of that story-" You laughed, hiding your face on the table as Harry continued to offer a poker face to the camera, struggling not to keep up with you laughter. "I'm sorry, lovie, I have to share this with the rest of the world." You stated, wiping a few tears from the corner of your eyes. "Harry always wears those fancy suits to concerts, right?! Right! Turns out he looks really hot in some, like his ass molds perfectly into those tight pants and everything. I was home that night because I wasn't feeling well enough to face the big crowds, but I was still following everything on twitter. It was a concert in London, not so far from where we lived at the time, so it was obvious that he would come home after it was over. I follow some portals that do really fast updates of pictures, videos, etc; everything that happened at Harry's concert was on my timeline in a matter of seconds. When one of these profiles uploaded a picture of him with his back to the camera in a heavily accentuated black and white suit, I quickly sent him the image along with a peach emoji and then wrote "looks good tonight". He didn't reply to me until a few hours later, of course, but I obviously didn't expect a "ready for a Fifth Avenue peach salad for dinner?" and numerous cutlery emojis."

Harry rolled his eyes comically, indulging in laughter as did everyone else who occupied the backstage area.

"I'm against the eroticization of emojis." He said between uncompensated breaths, shaking his head negatively. "Let's go to the next ones, please, I'm already feeling exposed enough here."

"I like your old-fashioned spirit, baby." You assured him with a smile, laying on the sturdy shoulder hidden under the fluffy fabric.

Harry chuckled low, leaving a little kiss on the top of your head before selecting the next paper. The fans would die when that video aired, everyone was sure. You two easily forgot the cameras when you were side by side, and the public display of affection had never been a problem.

"My life mission is to look at someone the way Harry looks at Y/N and be reciprocated the way Y/N looks at Harry, then I could die happy." Harry read. "That was very good and healthy, thank you!" He smiled. "But don't settle for death in that case, please. Just make sure to keep that person around forever."

"Awn, we got so sweet now." You made a pout. "Thank you for sending us something so cute! I really hope you find the right person soon." Sending a kiss to the camera, you moved on to the next tweet. "I wouldn't want to get a golden ticket to visit Willy Wonka's factory, I would like to get a golden ticket to actively participate in Y/N and Harry Styles' Honeymoon.

"That was creative, so I will disregard the fact that you removed my last name from my wife's name." Harry joked.

"I will always be an Y/L/N." You flashed the tongue. "We had a great Honeymoon, but I know you guys already know all about it because there are pictures all over the internet of outings that I don't even remember existed."

"Even though we chose a rather reserved city, many paparazzi still managed to photograph some of our nights there." Harry agreed. "There was one particular day when we opted to have dinner at a restaurant near the beach. Y/N had found it even before the trip, it was pretty laid back and we could spend the evening at karaoke. I don't really remember what happened, but we woke up the next day with a terrible hangover, still wearing the clothes from the dinner and with several headlines saying that I was cheating on my wife in the middle of our Honeymoon with a blue-haired italian girl."

"That wig made me sexy, man." You blinked, laughing as you remembered the situation. "It's a shame the paparazzi only got low quality images, but I swear I looked really amazing that night. Italy, I miss you."

"We're coming to the end and I haven't had to ask production for a glass of water yet, thank you to whoever selected these tweets." Harry raised his thumb to the camera, smiling before turning his gaze back to the small paper he had chosen. "Y/N could literally punch me in the face and I would just bow down and thank them for it." He laughed. "She has heavy hands, so I would rethink that choice."

"It takes strong hands to be a superheroine." You blinked gracefully, referring to your works as a Marvel actress. "I move around a lot during the night, so I'll take this lovely opportunity to say that twitter can dismiss all the malicious theories about Harry always show up with a new bruise all over his body."

"Please stop making indecent assumptions while Y/N is aggressive with me at night only unconsciously, her father has access to social media."

You laughed, clearing your throat before reading the next obscenity aloud.

"I would sell all my possessions to have Y/N sitting on my lap for ten seconds."

"Oh my God." Harry laughed out loud, throwing his head back. "I should have said that in our wedding vows."

You shook your head, laughing low as you set the tweet aside.

"That was pretty funny and cheeky, I approve."

"Okay, looks like we finally got to the last one." Harry announced, waving the paper in the air dramatically before opening it. "Harry could literally crush me with those boots while fuc- I need that glass of water." He said dumbfounded, hiding his face between his hands after throwing the tweet over his shoulder. You laughed out loud next to the organizers, and meanwhile Harry leaned his head on your bust, staring at you still with wide eyes. "Please promise that we will be careful with our future children on the internet."