#not everything is cringe

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I HATE FANDOMS NOW! Like everything is ‘cringe’ or ‘chronically online’!! I seen this girl explain how ships were apart of fandom culture and mfs were in the comments like “You mean chronically online culture!?” NO NO NO!! I’m so tired of these people coming into fandoms and hate when people act like fans! LIKE SHUT UP AND LEAVE IF YOU DONT LIKE IT! AND THEY ARE LIKE AN VIRUS SPREADING TO OTHER PEOPLE! Like what do you mean we can’t ship, have headcanons, self ships, or redraws, and analysis! WHAT ELSE CAN WE DO? EDIT?! Like omgg I just wished people understood that you don’t have to be a die hard fan to be in a fandom but you don’t have to be such a Debbie downer that no one wants to do anything!

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*explodes them with my mind*

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For context, see Part1

Part2 below

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Some Lloykita sketches I forgot to put it here

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what you took from me.

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posting this with absolutely no context

[prairieenyasblog]

i can't believe i drew the cartoon time-traveling gay old men with separation anxiety in 2024. god. i found that lil doodle in my 2017-18 sketchbook and i decided to redraw it lol, n then i just made the dumb doodles below. fighting the urge to call them a found family even tho milo’s got a perfectly loving family at home isnidjuwhudjs

since i'm sick i decided to treat myself and make something self-indulgent real quick :) back to grinding now

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one day late for Mermay, but it's fine I loved updating this character for the first time in a couple years and seeing the progress anyway 💜 Same character in past years for progress reference below the cut!

2022 and 2020 versions respectively! It's always so fun to revisit this character and see how my skills have come along! (Honestly 2020 remains my favorite tbh)

also for the first time since she was originally posted in 2009... the OG character!!! Horrifying to look back at art this old from my teen days..

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Homestuck kid designs in 2024

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God dammit I forgot I had this installed...

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The opening of a downfall

the prologue of Y/n x Ticci Toby

Warnings- Slut shaming, death, car attacks, Lyra’s death, panic attack (I think???).

A/n- OMG my first chapter, I hope you guys like it. I am aware there might be some mistakes (⸝⸝ᴗ﹏ᴗ⸝⸝).

3rd person

The moonlight shines bright on the young girl’s face as she absentmindedly scrolls on her computer while Linkin Park blasts in her black MP3, she knows she has to deal with life tomorrow but at night is when she finally finds peace. She scrolled on Tumblr, MySpace, and even FaceBook liking and commenting without thinking until she saw a post from her neighbor. Before the girl realized it, the sun was slowly rising and she groaned as she turned off her MP3 and closed her laptop. She got up and started to get dressed for school, slowly her parents woke up her father looked at his daughter’s clothing and scoffed. “What?” She hissed as she put on her eyeliner, her father's wrinkled skin twitched “Listen here, I won’t you be like those oddballs who wear all black and worship the damn devil!’ he sneered as he stepped closer to her.

This was their daily routine: wake up, argue for about 25 minutes (10 if her father is late), wake up her mother, then everyone argues until they hear the baby cry. If it wasn’t for the Rogers family taking the spot of the most dysfunctional family then it would surely be her family. “I am not an ‘oddball’, Gosh you are so lame!” she grunted as she slammed her lip balm onto the bathroom counter, “Oh yeah I forgot your ‘Emo’. But you have no reason to be: you got a roof, food, clothes, all of those little gizmos you wanted.” He boasted and the daughter angrily stormed off. “Hey listen here, don’t walk away from me!” he called after her but she slammed her door angrily. She took out her red BlueBerry and typed to her friend, “Can you pick me up for school. Make sure to wait by the corner” and nearly immediately her friend responded, “Of, be there in 20 mins”.

The girl sat down at her vanity and did her makeup, and hair, and even fixed her chipped nails. She gasped at her phone buzzing and she quickly picked it up, “Hey, by the corner- I kinda feel like a pimp waiting for you like this.” a gentle voice joked. The girl laughed as she got her things, “Well I’ll be there soon, pimp Naomi.” They burst out laughing, and the girl strolls downstairs and walks to her baby sister's room. She always had a soft spot for kids and she always wanted a sister, she picked up a 7-month-old girl. “You know if it wasn’t for you, I would never come to this hell-hole of a house,” she whispers to the giggling baby and kisses her cheek before leaving the house.

Y/N POV

I sat in Naomi’s plush cushions in her car and I sighed softly as I look at her, “Y/n, omg have you heard Lyra fucking died?” Naomi gushed as she fixed her lip gloss in the car mirror. My eyes widen as I look at her, “No shit?” I gasped softly and Naomi's eyes widened in reality and hit her face. “O-Oh shit, I-I didn't mean to say it like that!” she stumbled as she reached over to me, she was the only person who knew I liked Toby and I liked his sister as if she was my own. She quickly pulled off and drove to school as she awkwardly glanced at the mirror here and there, my heart shattered weakly at the news. I slowly took a slow breath and looked at her, “How did she die.?” I mutter and she gulps softly as she fixes her push-up bra. “Car crash, dumb ass drunk driver. Toby’s in the hospital.” She scoffed as she gripped the wheel and I fixed my fringe weakly. The car was in an awkward silence before she put on SlipKnot and drove off. She always knew how to make me smile even in the darkest moments, but now I felt as if I couldn’t smile.

Naomi was my best friend since 3rd grade when she spat on my bullies because she felt bad for me. She is like a bimbo though, she barely has booksmarts and always has terrible instincts. She wears revealing clothes and when winter comes she’ll just throw on a jacket. Me and her were complete opposites, she loved pink and to be pampered but me- not so much. The only things we have in common is we get judged by our parents, movies, and even guys although Naomi loves metalheads.

As Naomi pulled up onto the school’s parking lot, I instantly hopped out of the car; I could only imagine how mangled and tangled Lyra’s corpse was. Naomi's eyes widened as she walked after me slowly. She was wearing leggings, a small jacket, furry Ugg boots, her leopard bra pushed up her chest and her pink blackberry was revealed. I felt tears pouring out and I busted open the restroom doors and sobbed softly in the last stall, “Y/N, where are you?!” She called out while banging on each stall. She pounded on each stall until she finally hit mine, “Y/N, please I’m so sorry- I should’ve been more sensitive.” she jerked at the stall. My tears streamed down my cheeks and my makeup was ruined: “Lyra’s is gone!” I yelped softly as I held my head in my hands, Naomi paused and sighed as she waited for me. I heard some people walk in but I couldn’t help but sob. “Ew who's crying?” I heard a snarky voice giggle, immediately Naomi barked at them “You never cried before or something?”. “Excuse me?! Yes I’ve cried but not in a school bathroom!” the voice shot back.

Naomi let out a huff and chuckle, “Oh please, your nudes were going around for like a month! You totally cried in the bathroom before you little slut.” she snorted back and the voice grumbled weakly before stomping away. I sniffle and roll my shoulders as I leave the stall and I groan, “God, I can’t believe it.” I look at myself pathetically and she strolls to me. She rubs my shoulders and smiles weakly, “Wanna skip homeroom and get some snacks from 7/11?” She questions and I nod my head as I pull away from the sink. “Yeah, I need to fix my makeup anyway.” I chuckle as I fix my fringe, my (acne, scarred, dark spots.) skin is revealed under the light makeup. Naomi took my hand and dragged my body out of the bathroom, she grabbed my (plump, slim, medium.) hips and pulled me closer to her. “Ugh, Naomi! You smell like oversprayed Victoria's Secret!” I whisper as I sneak away with her, luckily there weren't any guards and teachers by the parking lot yet.

Naomi drove more carefully but she was still yelling along with me on a Limp Bizkit song, I knew this was just a minor distraction but still- it was nice to be close to someone especially now. As we went into the 7/11, most of the students were here just chatting and talking while some were workers getting breakfast before their shift. Naomi rubs my (curly, coily, wavy, straight) hair making it more fuzzy and I groan weakly, “Come on y/n, we need to buy some snacks before the first period bell.” she snicker as she roams down the chip aisle. I walk down the candy alsie, I smile as I look at the chocolate bars. I pick up the ones Lyra liked and I quickly shove it in my pocket before walking away to grab some chips and a drink. Naomi met me at the reighters and she pulled out her wallet from her bra. “Want me to pay for that?” she questioned as her eyes met mine and I nodded quickly. She pulled out $20 dollars and grabbed the remaining change from the cashier who seemed to stare at her with a nervous smile. As we walked out I nudged her on the shoulder. “Ooh, someone has a crush on you.” I teased as I grabbed my chips and she scoffed, “Oh God no, he is so not my type.” she rolled her eyes as she got in the car.

As she drove to the school, I thought about Tobais and how he must feel. My heart ached for him knowing how hard this must be for him, losing his sister, having to deal with school, and dealing with his step-dad. I clutch my jacket and Naomi gently rub my (small, plump, medium) thighs and frown weakly as if she could read my face. I held her hand softly as she drove and I glimpsed the police tape around the forest that my family used to go to. I held her hand even tighter but as we passed by the tape, I couldn’t help but feel some buzzing. I whimper and grip my head tighter, it felt as if my head was threatening to explode. Naomi pulled over quickly and whimpered, “Y/n?! Hey Y/N, is everything okay?” she questioned with panic written all over her face. Suddenly, my mind drowned her worried voice and only images of Tobias and Lyra in that horrible crash, the screams, Lyra’s body, and Tobais eyes full of tears. The buzzing got louder and my heart raced, everything was thumping and throbbing in pain until I saw darkness.

A/n- ngl I thought I wrote more but wtv, I hoope you guys like it!! ദ്ദി๑>؂•̀๑)

[vesna-v-irkutske]

What do you think Artyom and Nikita (mostly Nikita) would think of their "fans" ?

Oh, Artyom likes having "fans". Knowing that someone is interested in him, and someone sees him as something more, tries to understand him, shows him sympathy, must stroke his ego. Although Daphne said somewhere that he was still kind of shocked by it, that he didn't understand it. Two things can be true at once.

May 22, 2023. "Vlada, hi. Got the letter on May 5th. • To be honest, it's an interesting admission — the interest in Nikita's and my philosophy... O_O I'm being completely serious: this is the first time I've seen something like this. I'm very flattered. =)"

June 26, 2023. "The reaction to the sudden popularity was calm. Although I was wildly freaking surprised. But at the same time, remained calm =D"

Although I bet he'd have cringed at some stuff and tried his best to ignore it and focus on something else.

January 6, 2024. "How I feel about trolls on the internet. I don't give a hoot about the internet and everyone who lives in it =) I hardly ever go there, so I don't come into contact with trolls."

As for Nikita, it's hard to say. Back then, he wanted attention and recognition. I'm sure both of them had fun playing Among Us in real life. Law enforcement officials said that they kind of liked talking about their crimes, that someone listened to them, paid attention to everything they said. They got what they wanted: attention and being treated seriously. They posed a real threat, they felt powerful, they were capable of changing lives.

Later, I think, the shame and realization woke up. Half a year after their arrest, Nikita said that he no longer needed all this, and that he felt ashamed. In November 2012, he said, "I feel sick/bad when I think about what I have done."

In June or early July 2012, Nikita gave an interview to a newspaper: — Why is Anoufriev supported on social media, but you don't have any fans? Is he more ideological? — I don't really care about this idea at all.

What I'm trying to say is that Nikita only talked to his mom and gave interviews to a couple of newspapers and journalists because they asked him, not because he was particularly eager for it. In short, he wasn't looking for contact. Just like his whole life before that. So I think he didn't even know about his "fans", or he wasn't very interested. Who knows exactly why there's not a single letter from Nikita from prison. He had no one to write to but his family. And I'm not really sure if someone else knew his address to write to him. Besides, he was a very closed-off, anxious and depressed person, I doubt that he wanted to communicate with strangers. Who knows what they might have written to him? All kinds of threats and insults? He knew it himself.

I think he'd have distanced himself from it all and disappeared into the shadows. At the same time, I'm not denying the possibility that he would be interested if he found out about the "fans". Just a sizeable maybe. But I think that he, just like Artyom, would be extremely surprised, confused and wouldn't understand this. Maybe he wouldn't necessarily have thought anything about their "fans". Maybe he'd have thought it was weird. Perhaps he'd constantly wonder why people were interested in him, if there was any catch in it, if they were actully laughing at him? Maybe he wouldn't really care.

But he'd totally be weirded the fuck out because of some of you, especially if it had to do with his looks and something romantic/sexual in general.

Of course, he knew about TCC, but he suddenly found himself on the receiving end of that interest. And I think he'd have been very distant with his "fans". He was never a talker, and even less with a bunch of different people. Maybe, by some miracle, he'd have managed to make a couple of friends (hopefully better than those he had before, just someone nice and compassionate instead of someone interested in very dark stuff; however, Nikita was very deeply convinced that he was nothing good, and that he didn't deserve anything good; besides, all these positive and pacifistic things were alien to his mentally ill, disappointed in the world, people and himself brain; there's comfort in suffering and misery, if it's something you've been used to since an early age, because it's familiar, and getting better requires a desire to change, effort and energy, which depressed people have very little of). Anyway, who knows how it'd have affected him. Don't encourage mentally ill person's bad tendencies.

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it's so funny that dramatubers are calling the censoring of asmongold from bbno$'s new music video a "controversy" when it's actually a totally reasonable and sane thing to do and the only controversy is the fact that asmongold still exists

not funny haha funny weird

it's just flat out weird that people keep defending this loser, you're weird, go outside

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The Pitt 1x03 + The Most Awkward Scene to Ever Exist

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"That Damned Angel..."

part 1

part 2

"An... Unexpected Reaction."

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[beigetiger]

This will probably be my last post about Murder Drones ever, but I really do love that the message of the finale is basically just…we should do more cringe things.

Liam Vickers is out here making a silly little robot show with no particularly deep or existential message (which half the fandom was expecting) and is instead smashing his characters together like dolls, making them anime fight with nightcore music in the background, and giving them fucked up to the point of ridiculousness character development/trauma, with the message that this is fun and lighthearted and that we should kill cringe culture and instead do more of what he’s doing.

And honestly? Go off king, that is a GREAT message to spread and a delightful subversion to what everyone was expecting for the finale. We SHOULD spend more time doing cringe things and making fanart and pop culture references and edgy OCs. You’re so correct that not everything needs to be deep or meaningful.

I know a lot of people are going to hate the finale for the lack of story, but honestly this show is just here to have fun and I’m rolling with that. Go be cringe and weird and free.