#religious people who wish people would go to hell over music

[jackelopeofthelake]

Daily reminder:

Just because someone is fighting for a “good cause” doesn’t mean they’re in the right.

Some of the cruelest things I have ever heard have come from people who think fighting for something means they’re allowed to do what they want

[anueutsuhos-touhou-profiles]

Keiki Haniyasushin:

Keiki Haniyasushin is a sculptor god, capable of making idols of all shapes and sizes. They can be used for a variety of purposes, like toys, religious sites, and even just home decorating. She cannot create life, per say, but a spirit almost always inhabits the bodies she makes.

The beast spirits fear and despise her as an "evil god of destruction", and to be honest, they're not that far off. She and her Haniwa army have been destroying the nature of the Animal Realm and replacing it with cold technology. And, to some extent, her defense of the humans was because she could gain faith and power from them. Indeed, some people would say she is only exchanging one dystopia for another.

That said, nothing she does has been done with hate and malice in mind. She did truly desire to help the human spirits, and even wished to eventually make peace with the beasts. She finds it awful that Yachie keeps referring to the human spirits as "resources".

Keiki is, of course, the "villain" and final boss of Wily Beast and Weakest Creature.

Keiki's lair was within a massive Kofun tomb in the Primate Spirit Garden. While the outside looked like it matched the time period these were built in, on the inside, it looked like a vast futuristic hallway, like something out of Tron.

When Keiki is confronted by the protagonist, she tries to explain to her that the beast spirits are manipulating her, and that the idols serve the side of humanity. The beast spirit possessing the protagonist gets into an argument with Keiki, which ends in the protagonist ultimately siding with the beast spirits.

Keiki declared that she intended to destroy the protagonist's weak organic body, and give her a new, immortal clay body. This horrified the beast spirit possessing the protagonist enough that they assumed control and forced her to run away, Keiki giving chase. As the fight progressed, they exited Keiki's tomb and fought in the skies above the Animal Realm. The entire Haniwa army and all the beast spirits came out to help their respective sides.

After an intense final battle with awesome music, Keiki was finally defeated, and she surrendered.

She met with Yachie Kicchou afterwards, and agreed leave the Animal Realm and move into Gensokyo, taking her army and her loyal human spirit followers with her. She wished that everyone could just get along, but Yachie rebuked her.

The technological advancements in the Animal Realm still remained, however, and in fact the rest of Hell now envies it for how modern it is.

The ending heavily implied Keiki was going to somehow cause more problems in Gensokyo, but she's never appeared again since this game. It's possible that Covid-19 caused ZUN to have a change of plans for Touhou 18 and onwards, considering he's mentioned it affecting his work.

Her spellcards take the form of basic shapes, like squares, triangles, and circles. They appear to have been brought to life if their names are any indication. Her attacks are mostly colored using the primary colors of pigment: red, blue, and yellow.

ZUN has stated that Keiki's reign over the human spirits represents humanity overrelying on technology. Basically, you could see the Haniwa as a robot army, and Keiki as like a god supercomputer who enslaves humanity "to protect them from themselves".

Keiki is actually based on Haniyasushin, the god borne of the feces left behind when the mother god, Izanami, burned to death after giving birth to Kagutsuchi, god of fire.

Yes this makes her a literal piece of shit.

[sprinklrsplashes]

oceans and engines | b.b

Summary: Bradley’s leaving for the naval academy but that means leaving behind his girlfriend

Pairing: college!Bradley x ofc (character has no name, except mentions of nickname, Dove)

Content warnings: 18+ readers please, angst, kinda smut (aka, not explicit), religious references 

A/N: I have had major brain rot since I’ve watched Top Gun: Maverick, someone pls help me. I was listening to Oceans and Engines by NIKI and I had this idea for a while. I haven’t written in god knows how long so it’s probably terrible but I think I may have an idea for a part 2 so I may or may not write more, depending on how much actual work I get done in the next few weeks. So anyways, I hope you enjoy!

"So Naval Academy, huh?" She looked over to the voice next to her and shot them a look. "I'm just saying long distance is hard and with the kind of training he's gonna get, it's gonna be harder." 

She didn’t need to be told this; it’s not as if she hadn’t been thinking about it for the past 2 months since Bradley’s acceptance letter had arrived in the mail. “We’ll be fine,” she bites back before downing the rest of the drink and pushing through the throngs of people to find her boyfriend. She spots him at the bar doing shots with his friends in the flight suit costume that they had bought him. He looks good, she’ll give him that (but then again, if he can look good in those horrendous Hawaiian shirts, he can look good in practically anything), and most notably, he looks the happiest he has been since, well, maybe since the 3 and a half years she had known him. Bradley belongs up in the air, has been since he was about 2 years old and that was the one thing that she loved about him; she had never met someone who was more sure of themself than Bradley Bradshaw. But now, looking at him from across the bar, there’s the selfish part of her that wishes that there was some doubt so it wouldn’t be so easy for him to go. But that was unfair because while Bradley belonged in the air, her heart lies with music and if anyone asked her to give that up, she wouldn’t go down without a hell of a fight. 

He spots her from the bar and motions her over to which she smiles and shakes her head. She doesn’t want to be the one to put a damper on Bradley’s night, especially with his friends. All she can think about is how she wants to spend the last few moments they have together entwined in another, not in some dive bar playing 80s music with sticky bar tops and floors. But he pouts and she caves. He could ask her to do anything and she would probably do it no questions asked and sometimes that thought alone scared her more than anything. 

“Dove!” he throws his arm around her and kisses the top of her head as he pulls her in. He smells like whiskey and cheap beer, and is clearly intoxicated. He never calls her Dove in public; that was just their little thing. It’s not a big deal but it throws her off. 

“What’s with the name?” one of his buddies asks as he looks over at Bradley’s girlfriend.

“That’s her call sign. Y’know like in the Navy. It’s because she’s so kind, loyal, graceful and innocent like a little Dove. D’ya wanna know my call sign is gonna be? Rooster, because I have a big -” 

He’s not being an asshole on purpose, Bradley could never, but he is on the verge of acting like one now. And maybe if she was a bit more drunk and having more fun, she’d be laughing along with him and his buddies but instead she sits besides him, arm curled around her shoulder, picking at the label on a beer bottle as she tunes out of the conversation as she wonders is this a bad omen; how is it possible that two people who are so close to each other can be so far away. 

When they go home the air feels thicker in the room as they both lie curled up against each other on the twin sized bed they both have seemed to outgrow. Any other day and they'd probably be laughing at how ridiculous they look but neither of them said a word. Both just clinging onto each other, fingers and limbs intertwined, silently counting down the time they have left together. She buries her head into the crook of his neck and shifts, hoping the rustle of the sheets hides her sniffles. It's stupid because both of them knew this day was coming and somehow now that it's here, it hurt more than she had imagined it. There was a part of her that had to admit that maybe, just maybe, there was a possibility that he loved her more than he loved flying and when it came to it, Bradley would stay. He'd leave it all behind for her but that was ridiculous because she also knew that flying was one tie to his father and she could never ask him to let go of that. She loved him but not enough to be that selfish and he loved her but not enough to stay. 

"Little Dove," his voice is soft as he languidly strokes her hair, "We'll be okay. We can make this work." 

There's a hitch in his voice that makes her think that he doesn't believe it but she doesn't point it out. If he believed it, he wouldn't be crying too. Maybe it would be easier to just to end it here, no hard feelings or bad memories, just two people who loved each other but were on different paths in life and the least selfish thing to do was to let go. But in a blaze of blind optimism at the beginning of the relationship when they were both bright eyed 20-something year olds, they both decided that it was worth a try. There was a possibility that they were right, and perhaps they were that 1% that would pull through but chances were slim and she wouldn't be rushing to place any bets on it. 

She doesn't say anything (she's not sure if she can and even if she did find the right words to say, she can't trust that her voice would betray her and say reveal everything that she thought) and hooks her pinky finger against his. Her eyes are glassy as she looks up at him, "Promise?" 

Such an innocent word also happens to be one of the cruelest things she could ever say to Bradley. She knows he would never break a promise, especially a pinky promise (those were sacred) but this is one that will inevitably be broken. There's a hesitantly pause and she feels him stiffen against her, and there's a part of her that wishes he'll be the first to break and stop this facade but he echoes her back, "Promise." 

Pettiness begins to effervesce deep within but she pulls the stopper before she says something she regrets and the last thing she wants to do is to end their time together in an argument over some silly little words. Instead, her eyes trace his features until she feels like she can remember every single scar, and then she leans up and kisses him. It's soft and desperate in a way that Bradley's never felt before, almost like he was her lifeline and she was trying to hold on. 

Her chest heaves as she pulls away, corners of her eyelashes wet and she tries to smile but her eyes don't crinkle into those little crescent moons that Bradley always found so endearing. He found himself counting the colours in her eyes, memorising every single piece of her before he forgets the little details, like the way she always smelt like vanilla with the hint of coconut, the way she crinkled her nose whenever she was embarrassed, or the sound of her laugh. These were the things that he wished he could engrave in his brain forever but sometimes he thinks even that isn't enough. 

Bradley presses a kiss to her forehead, then to each of her cheeks, and her nose before crashing his lips against hers. A soft whimper slips from her lips as he pulls away and he wishes he could save that sound forever in his memory. He probably would have teased her that any other day, but today, Bradley just wanted to savour this moment. Her eyes watch him carefully as he brushes her hair out of her face before diving back down to pepper kisses along her jaw to her neck. He knows exactly what she likes and when a moan falls from her lips, she swears she can feel him smirk against her neck. She thinks about the fact that no one may ever know her the way Bradley knows her, inside and out, and that thought alone makes her sick. 

But when Bradley’s hands are unbuttoning her shirt, lips slowly moving down as he does so, she can’t help but think of anything but him at this present moment. She throws her head back with a gasp when his tongue flicks across her nipple whilst his fingers flicks the other. He mumbles  something against her skin and the vibrations makes her shudder. 

“Bradley… don’t tease,” she gasps as she tangles her fingers through his hair, trying to pull him back to her lips. 

He looks up at her, pupils fully blown, lips swollen and messy hair. God, she has never seen something more attractive in her life and she loves him so much. “Tell me what you want,” his voice is raspy and that alone nearly makes her drop to her knees like he’s her altar. 

“You. All I have ever wanted is you.” 

There’s a pause, and she swears that she can see Bradley’s eyes darken before his hands are working underneath her shorts and he’s pressing soft kisses on her hips and down her thighs, ghosting past the places that she wants him the most. He lifts up his head, resting on her stomach with a dazed smile on his face and the way that the light illuminates him makes him look almost ethereal. He could belong in the Louvre but she wouldn’t want to share that image with anyone else. It was hers to keep and only hers. 

Her lips part with a gasp when his fingers finally reach her clit after what feels like an eternity. It’s nearly embarrassing how wet she is for him, especially when he’s barely touched her but she needs him too much to care. 

“Is this all for me?” Her hips buck into his hand when his finger swipes through her folds, dipping ever so slightly into her entrance. There’s a hint of smugness in his voice when he asks her because he knows what the answer is. 

“Yes,” she breathes as she moves her hips, trying to find some relief but he has her hips held down, “Always. No one can make me feel this way but you.”

Bradley seems satisfied with that answer as he grins before diving down like a starved man until she’s shaking and seeing blinding white spots of light. She repeats his name like she’s praying to him for her salvation as she reaches her climax. Knuckles white, clasping onto him for dear life. She’s going to leave marks on his back and the thought of him being marred with little crescent moons on his back and shoulders fill her with satisfaction. It was a reminder that he’s hers (until he isn’t anymore). “I love you, I love you, I love you,” she whimpers into the crook of his neck as he rides out his own release.

It doesn’t take long for Bradley to fall asleep; it never does after sex. But for her, she’s never been able to sleep well. Being next to Bradley always helped, but the thought of having to sleep without him keeps her up. He won’t be there to stroke her hair until she falls asleep before he does and she goes through all the things she can try to help her sleep without him. She can do this, she tells herself as she watches him. So peaceful and innocent. She wants to remember him this way before she shatters every piece of his heart but it’s for the best. She has to leave because she knows Bradley would never leave her first. Every person Bradley has ever cared about has always left him so he’ll never be the first one to leave. 

There’s a note on the bedside table for when he wakes and she hopes he can forgive her even if he doesn’t understand. She glances at the bed as she pauses at the door, one foot in, one foot out. If he wakes now, he’ll stop her, but he’s still blissfully unaware. The more she waits, the more she can’t bring herself to go, but no, she knows it’s what she has to do. With that, she takes a deep breath, closes the door and walks away without turning back. 

[aikoiya]

Fear The Man That Fears No God

My mom was watching something on Netflix a bit ago called the "3 Body Problem" about aliens coming to earth to kill us & take over.

You know, the norm.

But she & I both noticed some very antireligious ideas in it.

Something that really stuck out to me was something that this nuts-o physicist lady named Ye Wenjie said.

Turns out, she was the one who first contacted the aliens as a young woman. Her father had just been killed by a group of atheists who were mad that he wouldn't say that there was no God.

Instead, he said the most honest thing from his perspective, that there was no conclusive (secularly accepted) evidence one way or the other.

And they didn't like that answer.

She contacted the aliens & essentially said, "help us, we've messed things up."

Which is what drew them there.

Now, what got me sputtering like an idiot in confused disbelief was this weird, sacrilegious story that I have zero idea where it came from.

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"So Einstein dies. He finds himself in heaven, and he has his violin. He's overjoyed. He loves his violin more than physics. Even more than women. He's excited to find out how well he can play in heaven. He imagines he'll be pretty damn good. So he starts tuning up, and the angels rush at him.

'What are you doing?' they say.

'I'm getting ready to play.'

'Don't do that. God won't like it. He's a saxophonist.'

So Einstein stops. He doesn't play. But it's difficult. He loves music. And there's actually not much to do in heaven. And sure enough, from high above, he hears the saxophone. He's playing 'Take the 'A' Train', do you know that one? Einstein knows it too. And he thinks, I'm going to do it. I'm going to play with him. We're going to sound great together. So he starts playing 'Take the 'A' Train'. The saxophone stops, and God appears. He marches over to Einstein and kicks him in the balls, which hurts, even in heaven. Then he smashes Einstein's beloved violin to bits. Eternity without music. Heaven has become hell for Einstein. And as he writhes on the ground, holding his smashed balls, an angel comes over and says: 'We warned you: Never play with God.'"

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Like, I get that it's supposed to be some sort of joke that's supposed to help Saul later, I think.

But this when added with the Sophons, which feels like an attempt to suggest that anything miraculous that happens is just a delusion. (Which is dumb, because miraculous things happened even before Ye made contact with them, so the Sophons weren't behind them at all.)

As well as the portrayal of a handful of religious individuals as following the Sophons despite the fact that they themselves say that they are just microscopic computers the size of a photon. They also say that they are incapable of telling lies, which is their purported reasoning for wishing to get rid of humanity. As they believe it means that they are incapable of co-existing.

Seems to suggest that this was a very antireligious show. Not just anti-Christian. Not just atheistic or areligious. Antireligious.

Which... considering how religion is one of the cornerstones of culture, isn't a great stance to take.

But, I can't help but wonder if the author of the books missed something.

Like, yes, people do terrible things in the name of God, but what I fear most is the sort of things that people would do in the name of no God.

For one, it's speculated that Hilter may have been antireligious. That the only God he worshipped was the laws of the universe & is quoted as having said that science, not religion, that would pave humanity's way forward. Heck, he used science at the time as an excuse for his antisemitism.

And Stalin was an atheist.

In other words, it matters not who they pray to, if someone wishes to do terrible things, then they'll do them regardless of whether they have an excuse or not.

Fear the man who fears no God. Fear those who worship only science, for it is ever-changing & they will use the current understanding of it as an excuse to commit evil. But even more than that, fear he who worships only himself. For they who do will commit terrible acts far beyond any other.

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[southern-belle-365]

𝐈𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭’𝐬 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐭𝐨…

𝟏. 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟𝐬.

𝟐. 𝐁𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬.

𝟑. 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 (𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟𝐬.)

Let’s elaborate…

I have seen many posts being shared from men suffering from toxic masculinity, women who are too insecure to see another woman succeeding and religiously affiliated people in general.

These posts consists of detailed writings about how 𝙏𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙤𝙧 𝙎𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙩 and 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 are

not suited for children, teenagers, or those “wanting to go to heaven” (yes…one of them said that verbatim and I wish I had taken a screenshot).

Ok but let’s be for real right now…

𝙏𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙤𝙧 𝙎𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙩 is a mid-thirties woman who writes about 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴, tragedies, life, love, loss, etc.

and she shares that with the world via musical art.

She DID NOT write any of these songs for YOUR 7 year old to sit in the corner with a glass of wine and cry to.

She wrote them from the perspective of a 34yo woman.

It is NOT 👏🏼 HER 👏🏼 RESPONSIBILITY 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 to write age appropriate songs for your children to listen to.

Go find veggie tales.

“But Noelle….my young daughter loves her and looks up to her. She should be making music for the young girls looking up to her.”

So does my child. And I allow him to listen to all 𝙏𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙤𝙧 𝙎𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙩 but that is my personal parenting choice. You, as a parent, decide what your child listens to. 🤷🏼‍♀️ and again…

It is NOT 👏🏼 HER 👏🏼 RESPONSIBILITY 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 to write age appropriate songs for your children to listen to.

I was singing all sorts of songs at age 13 that I shouldn’t have known all the lyrics too…but I did. 😅🫣 At that age, I didn’t even understand what I was really singing. Now I do. But I don’t blame the artist who made the music for me knowing all the inappropriate lyrics to countless songs.

Another flex…I also don’t blame my parents for that.

You shouldn’t either.

2. It is also not her responsibility to cater to your religious beliefs. Just like it’s not the schools or government or your friends or family or anyone else in your life’s responsibility to cater to YOUR religious beliefs.

𝙏𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙤𝙧 𝙎𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙩 should not have to write ONLY about christian values or not use the word fuck in her lyrics because you don’t believe in cursing. If it offends you, listen to the clean version or just don’t listen at all.

We ALL have different beliefs.

And hold different values.

Some people never use the word fuck and would never.

Some of us use it in every sentence. 🤷🏼‍♀️

But it’s not her responsibility to “get you into heaven” with her music and lyrics.

And 3.

It’s 2024.

We are no longer SHAMING women. Period.

For dating experiences.

Sexual experiences.

Body image.

What they wear.

And we sure as hell are not shaming women for

SPEAKING 👏🏼 THEIR 👏🏼 TRUTH 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

And healing out loud.

YOU don’t get to choose how someone else heals their heart or lives their life.

And also…in 2024, we are lifting other women up and straightening their crowns. We are clapping when they win and succeed. Even if someone doesn’t like her music, they’d be a fool to call her untalented and not be able to at least acknowledge and appreciate her success and artistic talent.

Why are people so tore up over someone’s (or anyone else’s) life or choices when it doesn’t even affect them personally.

And I would make this same argument for anyone.

Not just my girl TayTay.

It is fine to have beliefs and stand strong in your truths and convictions but religion and politics are DESTROYING this world.

And if you know, you know.

And if you don’t know, you’re probably too deep into it to see and understand the bigger picture.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍

𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖.

Neither is 𝙏𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙤𝙧 𝙎𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙩.

[eliott-emma]

My Small Analysis of Would've Could've Should've

Forward notes

I am not a native English user, neither am I cultured by western literture or religion. Yet, I've been learning English since a little kid, and have watched and read many stories in western themes. So I am confident with what I write about. But if I make a clear mistake, feel free to point me out anytime.

Futhermore, everything I write are just my opinion. I do not know Taylor, I do not know if she is queer. These are just my interpretation of her art and her music, no need to say anything rude about what I think. But discussion is welcomed in the comment section. ☺️

My First Thoughts

This song is gay as hell.

I can't believe there's only a few people who thinks of that (even the gaylor community didn't seem to see this song too much). This song is sooo LOUD. The theme of thinking love is a sin, of 'gone along with the righteous' if 'you never'd touched me', of thinking 'pain was heaven'? Oh my god, so gay. What kind of people will think their love is a sin? Queer people.

Thoughout history, sinned love happens because of society's disapproval. Like loving a sex worker, loving a woman who is married, or loving the same sex. If there are only parents who disapprove, it wouldn't make it such as a 'sinned' love. What is suspicious though, in Taylor's case, she was always seen dating men with nice appearances, white, famous and rich man. And if people are right, if they are really dating, why should you feel sinned dating these fine men? People may say that John Mayer is a bad boy, but no one would call dating a bad boy as a sin.

Besides the sinned theme, the other part I think was gay is during the bridge when she yells, "Give me back my GIRL... hood, it was mine first." I literally didn't hear the 'hood', I thought that was her coming out for a second. But then a looked up the lyrics and oh, no she said "girlhood". But still, I kept the thought that the original lyrics was "girl",

Song Lyrics Analysis

I'll try my best to explain myself since English is not my first language. It'll be difficult and I'll have to check the dictionary to make sure with some of the words. And I'll try my best doing line by line. Here we go!

If you would've blinked then I would've Looked away at the first glance

If you tasted poison, you could've Spit me out at the first chance

These two lines are simple. The lover is looking at Taylor intensely and Taylor tries hard not to fall for them (I'm using gender neutral pronouns here. Because why not?). Also, Taylor think of herslf as poison, I guess it could refer to "I once was poison ivy." In Don't Blame Me. And it also pointed out how sinned Taylor thinks herself was.

If I was some paint, did it splatter On a promising grown man? And if I was a child, did it matter If you got to wash your hands?

These are the lines I thought about quite frequently to figure out what it is all about. I guess, the paint is like something colorful, probably something like gayness. And it splatter on a grown man, who I guess is the elder lover, asking: did my gayness pass over to you as I splatter on you?

If I was a child, meaning if this is all childish and shouldn't be taken seriously, did you get to wash out the gayness we had?

Ooh, oh All I used to do was pray Would've, could've, should've If you'd never looked my way

Now Taylor hoping that this love never happened. And "praying" for it, as in a religious way, hoping the love intrest didn't lured her and took her away from what she was the first place.

I would've stayed on my knees And I damn sure never would've danced with the devil At nineteen And the God's honest truth is that the pain was heaven And now that I'm grown, I'm scared of ghosts Memories feel like weapons And now that I know, I wish you'd left me wondering

I think it's quite obvious here so I'm not gonna say much. Just vibe with it yall.

If you never touched me, I would've Gone along with the righteous If I never blushed, then they could've Never whispered about this

Touching me is sinned? GAY.

People whispered about our love? GAY.

And if you never saved me from boredom I could've gone on as I was But, Lord, you made me feel important And then you tried to erase us

So now we figured why Taylor's so sad, because her lover wants to erase thier love. I deeply doubted that this song is about Emily who had married in and probably "moved on" and erase everything they had. But I don't know anything, it's just speculations.

You're a crisis of my faith Would've, could've, should've If I'd only played it safe

I saw someone on Reddit talking about the feeling of this love made a crisis. I think the person interpreted it so well. You can go check it out by jsut searching "Would've Could've Should've Gaylor"😆

God rest my soul, I miss who I used to be The tomb won't close, stained glass windows in my mind I regret you all the time I can't let this go, I fight with you in my sleep The wound won't close, I keep on waiting for a sign I regret you all the time

So I guess this is Taylor sitting through her sleepless nights thinking about how she regrets doing it wrong then. Letting her past lover chase her down as a phantom in her dreams. Really scary isn't it.

If clarity's in death, then why won't this die? Years of tearing down our banners, you and I Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first

The bridge is also a part that I have no idea about. "Clarity's in death" may be saying that their love is already secret and private and no one really know what happened, but even though this love is basically invisible, it still won't die. It still aches.

"Tearing down the banners"? Well I seriously can't think of anything. I might guess parading, but it doesn't seem so.

Last two lines? I'm so sorry. I can't get anything out😭

So. That was my first Taylor Swift line by line analysis. I think I could do better but I just really want to share my thoughts. Please comment if you have different ideas!!!

[starswallowingsea]

Thoughts on enstars?

i like this game a normal amount

i downloaded it on a whim after seeing one of my mutuals post about it shortly after the english release and we talked a little about it. i unlocked like half of the date plan atoz story (like i said, early. that's the second event EVER in the !! era) and thought it was cute or whatever and then kind of played motor show but it wasn't until i gave up on genshin that i really got into the game. i think i was reading chapter 2 of the main story and had just met rinne and was like oh i need to know what this guy's deal is and was dead set on going for his night club card when that event came out.

and then night club came out and i was a goner. that event changed me. it was my first time i think i seriously read any of the event stories and cared about what was going on and i really started brain rotting over rinne specifically and then eventually somewhere along the way i started really liking the rest of the bees too, i think after the release of chapter 5 of the main story and seeing kohaku go on stage and talk about how much he wishes they had gotten closer before rinne and niki had taken off and how they had all been able to come together for such a short time and still do something with their performances.

i read meteor impact early in the fall semester, i remember i spent a full day after class for like 5 hours just slogging through all whatever 50 some odd chapters of it and just losing my mind. and then i read checkmate i think over two days and the same thing. i've read a few other stories since then that were more filler stories but still gave me a greater sense of the world and the characters who are just so. there's 49 of these fuckers and there's a guy for everyone i swear i've been assigning my friends enstars characters on discord and lose my mind over different ones every week lmao. they feel like real people and real friendships that go through real problems and ugh. madara is one of the characters i connected with most with regards to leaving my childhood religion.

like yeah we joke about this game being absolutely insane and there being a lot of weird out of context moments that make others stop and pause and ask what the hell is going on but at the end of the day, the writers clearly have a story they want to tell and love the game just as much as the fans. the fact that they incorporate so so much literary and religious symbolism into these idol gacha game stories that just make me lose my mind (Me, who is like Judas Iscariot, who betrayed the saint for some dimes. You, you don’t hold any grudge for me, and even affirm your love to me, right? Would you even forgive those that crucified and sacrificed you, too?).

For all its flaws, of which there are many, it's such a genuine experience to read and play. The music is good the stories are well written most of the time and it's so full of love.

[aajjks]

Haha, I don't know if this counts as the best version of me, but it's definitely the most real.

I come from a very strict Muslim family, so they all expect me to be so holy all the time. I used to be religious, but I think I've just drifted away over time, so I'm not that pious anymore. I still respect the moral values of Islam, but I don't feel inclined to practice Islam as strictly as I used to. I still think it's a beautiful religion with many beneficial practices, I just don't always want to be a perfect goody-two-shoes all the time. I still love the people in my life, but I guess I'm just scared to cause unnecessary conflict with my family, so I didn't say anything.

If they knew that I like reading stories about yanderes, they'd think I'm a psycho and that I need help, when I feel perfectly fine and not disturbed by fictional violence. I actually like music, I like dance, I like boys, I swear in my head and make dirty jokes, I actually want to scream and cheer and not just sit like a lady with my legs crossed, sometimes I want to make my hair look nice instead of wearing a scarf, etc. But to my family, that's all taboo. I'm not hurting anyone, so it can't be so wrong, right? Everytime I do anything vaguely fun, I get a whole long lecture. I'm not even allowed to put a picture of BTS up in my room or on my phone's lockscreen because it's a picture with faces. They're that superstitious.

I like to think that I'm still a good person because I don't hurt anyone intentionally and I'm still a kind respectful human being even though I may have some impure thoughts. They'd probably say I'm going to hell if they really knew me and they might just be right. I don't know. They'd probably disown me if they knew what I actually think and feel. I hope that someday I'll be comfortable enough to be able to be myself instead of acting like this quiet innocent child even though I'm almost 20.

Someday, I'll build up the courage, but for now, I'm just happy to be here. That's actually one of the reasons why I like hanging out here so much. Not only is there entertaining BTS content, but I feel like this is such a safe space. I don't have a single person in my actual life that I can joke with and feel unreserved with, whereas here, I have no inhibitions whatsoever. Yeah, some of the stuff that I send in here is anonymous, but I still bother to click send whereas I would never say it in real life.

I also appreciate that you're Muslim, so I can relate to you. It makes me feel less bad about being from a Muslim family and reading smut, lol. Where I come from, people would neeeever talk about sex. I'm not perfect. There's no such thing as perfect. That doesn't change that I feel like the most two-faced bitch out there. I feel like someone who's in the closet. I'm not gay, I just mean figuratively, like no one knows how I feel. Sorry, I know this was a bit of a long rant. I just needed to offload. Sometimes I wish I could meet you in person, Alina. Then at least I'd have one real friend that actually knows the real me without judging me. You're the kind of person who stands up for her friends no matter what. I know I call you a princess, but you're truly more like my night in shining armour who saves me from hating myself and from being alone. You have a heart of gold and I love you for it. Thank you for being my friend, even if it's virtual.

P.S., If this sounds off-putting to a non-Muslim about Islam, please don't use this as an example. Islam is a beautiful religion once you get to know it. My family is just a bit... extreme. They're not terrorists or oppressors. They would never force me to do anything serious against my will. I'm willingly like this. I've created this façade for myself and don't know how to get out of it. They're just very morally sound and staunchly religious. They're a little bit condemning and restrictive, but they're still good people.

I’m glad that you feel comfy enough to share your struggles n that’s okay, I’m just blessed enough to have parents who are open minded, I definitely love my religion a lot and i practice it daily but yeah….

Yay!!!! another Muslim!!!!

anytime bae, and I wish I could MEET ALL OF YOU LIKE A LITTKE MEET N GREET OOHHH I WISH I COULD 😭🩷

[containatrocity]

Who has had the most influence on you? ( G )

"You mean to tell me you're a 27 year old virgin?"

"So you remember the part where I said my parents were insane religious zealots convinced that we were the only people truly 'loyal to God' and therefore would have to live in accordance with the Bible forever? How Constance didn't really consider me a 'person' so much as I was an empty shell for the molding of our parents into whatever 'God' wanted and only saved my life because she was convinced if she let me die they'd punish her eternally with hellfire? I want you to think for a second about how premarital sex would go over with that kind of person."

"oh right. That shit's heavy, dude."

"Yeah. Understatement... Pass me the shrooms."

Despite his best efforts, the people who's influence lingers the most on G's psyche remain his parents and older sister Constance. Raised staunchly religious in a way that prioritized being a "Vessel for God's Will," Gabriel wasn't allowed to do many things a normal child, or teenager would growing up- dressed entirely in accordance with gender roles, kept from secular music, television, and other media, and taught that if he didn't save the other kids he hung around they'd burn in Hell, it was really G's parents that set him up for failure, ostracizing the boy before he could even really think for himself by fostering delusions that he was the only thing stood between himself, his friends, and damnation.

He'd find himself bullied, preaching to kids with no interest in hearing about God from a know it all kid who'd watched approximately 4 hours worth of TV in his entire life, his parents would insist that the way he was being treated was a test- God's task for him to prove his dedication- He'd stick to this belief, with very few friends and only writing and reading books he wasn't allowed to have in the school library for company until high school- until his burial.

Something would snap in Gabe after the hazing, his faith in God shaken and crumbled- as surely, he'd died- he should be in Heaven- he'd followed all the rules. He'd deconstruct over the next decade, and find himself decidedly agnostic- if a higher power existed, G would have nothing to do with it. However, his parents' wants still linger even ten years after their deaths, and deconstructed as he may be, G finds himself regularly slipping back into worries about their teachings- that he might find himself in hell, if he doesn't behave- that his mode of dress, long hair, and engagement in 'evil' secular media will damn him to a fate worse than Huntsville.

He still remembers every prayer worked into him with the switch- every hateful word taught by a preacher three-towns over- they find him in his sleep, when he least expects it, and sometimes, he wishes that the dark would bring the usual crawling fear of rotting to pieces instead.

At least decay was of nature- an inarguable fact of life.

Surely, a band tee shirt and feeling comfortable in his skin isn't as evil as the voice of his father in the back of his head insists it must be.

[corruptedsilence]

@hazbinxdisaster​ asked: ASMODEUS NEVER CELEBRATED CHRISTMAS- seemed like a ridiculous holiday to partake in when in Hell. He had considered making this the exception though now that he spent time with those who DID celebrate. That was why Missi would awake to a neatly wrapped gift left at the end of her bed. Inside was a variety of things, a sleeping eye mask, a selection of face masks, a hairbrush with 'M' engraved on it, a box of candles, incense, a cosy blanket and slippers. There was a bathrobe, a deep purple colour with a golden monogram of Missi's name delicately written in Asmodeus's own handwriting. There was also a vibrator- one from one of Ozzie's various brands. Beneath all of these gifts, was a card. "Dearest Missi, I am not one who partakes in this holiday but I know humans do, and therefore wanted to get you something. I prefer showing my affection physically than with materialistic things so I also wish to invite you to a private spa treatment. Help some of the stress melt away and have a lovely time as well. I hope to see you later today, all my lust - Ozzie."

There was also another gift, a small purple velvet box. Inside was a necklace, with a white gold chain and a dark crystal. Tucked inside the box was another note. "I hereby bestow upon you one of my Asmodean Crystal's. This will allow you to travel wherever you desire in Hell and to other realms as well. I understand yourself and Duke have other ways of achieving this but these crystals have a direct connection to myself. You can call on me whenever you need, and I shall be there.”

Deliver my muse a gift !

It might have been an assumption that Asmodeus had that Missi celebrated Christmas, but she couldn’t exactly be upset about it since it was a widespread custom for people. Still, Missi didn’t care for the holiday, she never understood it and never had any joy from it as many of her years at her home with her family involved the church and giving one or two gifts if any. Even then those gifts were mostly religious or clothing, hardly something Missi cared for so the holiday itself was spoiled by the religious pressure put on it. Spending all day praying, praising God, listening to Christian music, hardly any allowance of actually enjoying the time together and instead was a reminder to be humble and not greedy as so many were during that year. Missi remembers all too well how her father would rant and rave about this holiday not honoring God and robbing it of it’s religious whatever.

The only reason she still celebrated it was because of Duke who threw himself completely into the holiday. Decorating the house, practically ripping up a tree from the forest near by to put in their parlor, insisting upon all of these things to celebrate in the ways she only wished she could have before they were soured for her. It was nice to see him so happy and joyful, but she sadly couldn’t get into the same mood. Going along with what he wanted and getting a few gifts for those she considers close there wasn’t a lack of effort but less enthusiasm than in the other holidays.

So when it was that Missi awoke from her slumber, no doubt hearing Duke run around yelling something about it being Christmas and getting everything ready like an excited child she rubbed her eye and nuzzled against Minose just a tad bit more before getting up. Noticing the gift at the end of her bed she raised a brow wondering why it was Duke would leave this here of all places when he wasn’t here to see it opened.

Stretching out her limbs and letting out a loud yawn, Minose her feline familiar would jump over to the box and nudge it towards Missi as she scooted closer. Furrowing her brow at the various items they weren’t unwelcomed but certainly surprising as she didn’t expect Duke to give her these kinds of things. The candles were nice, perfect as she hated bright luminescent electric lights, the blanket will also get much use in her little nest she composed in the parlor as she got cold far too fast even when compared to Duke. When pulling the bathrobe up she’d notice the handwriting, squinting, think she’s seen this handwriting before but couldn’t quite place it. Still-- it was comfy. Slinging it around her shoulders and pulling it around her she enjoyed the extra warmth. The vibrator did give her a bit of a chuckle, not surprised in the slightest; but it was seeing the note at the bottom of the gift next to what looked to be another box that caught her eye.

While it was progressively obvious the gift had not been from Duke, as he enjoys giving her hand made gifts, and the vibrator brand was also quite obvious as well; she was surprised to read such a heartfelt note. An odd, but nice, weight on her heart as she reads over the writing interestingly enough in the same style as her name was written in on the bathrobe. Truly they didn’t deserve the sin. Guilt did hit her, not having thought the sin would give her such things and wishing she could do something in return as he’s been nothing but--- well she would say angelic but perhaps that might be an insult.

Their time in hell was anything but. A true haven from the world around as he welcomed not just her, but her love as well into his life. One single tear did prick the side of her eye as she felt a wave of relief, and possibly something else she can’t quite describe, spread throughout her torso.

Reaching down to the last box she’d carefully open it up and gasp lightly at the necklace. That one single tear turning to two, and then a few as she felt so much emotion welling up at it that despite starting to cry sorrow was the last thing that plagued her in this moment. Crying from joy? Rarely did Missi ever do that, but she couldn’t help but feel honored? Happy? Euphoric? A happiness she couldn’t describe. Immediately putting the necklace on she’d hold the gem in her hand, simply sitting there for moments on end stewing in this feeling for just a moment longer.

[writing-good-vibes]

charles lee ray and carrie white friendship headcanons

a long but barely thought out list of headcanons because i am so invested in this concept. mostly these are about the positve parts of their friendship. added a cut just because it's a long post. more notes in tags.

i am a sucker for "friends who apparently hate each other but stick together because they have no one else"

this is exactly charles and carrie

well they don't hate each other

but from an outside perspective they don't seem to really like each other either

they only hang out because they are the biggest losers in school and no one else will talk to them

*creepy outcasts*

no one sits with carrie at lunch so one day charles does because her table is empty and he doesn't want to sit with other people

so he sits down at the other end of the table like "do not speak to me"

and carrie is just like, wide eyes, fear, "okay"

and that is the start of a beautiful friendship

weird kid solidarity

their reluctant friendship is a long time in the making, it takes months for them to even really speak to each other

slowly charles starts sitting closer and closer to carrie on their otherwise empty lunch table

until he starts sitting opposite her

she is split between being strangely happy that someone is willing to sit near her, when she has been banished from everyone else's table

but she knows what people say about him

he is No Good

even her mother knows that charles ray is to be avoided, he's a sinner, he's ungodly, he will lead her to sin if she even goes near him

but carrie sees something about him. she's very observant

she's already starting to question the morals and beliefs of her mother, maybe not everything will send you to hell ?? she wants to be normal !!

befriending charles is probably not the best route to normality, but it's something

she feels less scared at lunch knowing charles is there to watch her back

she starts reading while she eats lunch because charles is there to protect her

he would rather die than admit this but he would protect her if he had to

they start talking at first just about school stuff, charles is bad at doing homework and will sometimes get the answers from carrie for classes they are in together

one time someone tips milk over carrie's lunch tray as they walk past

but charles promptly sticks his foot out to trip them

"leave off her, asshole"

eventually he's like "you know, you can call me chucky, I prefer it"

he calls her caz

they both have terrible parents

unspoken agreement that they both Understand(tm)

carrie learns not to ask about it when chucky shows up to school with a black eye

this happened enough times for her to just be extra nice to him on those days (even though she is always nice)

she lends him books she think he'll like

usually ones that she reads in the library that she can't take home with her because her mother would Not Approve

her favourite recommendation for him is catcher in the rye

he brushes her off at the time but does actually read what she gives him

will mention something about it to her over lunch so she knows

her niceness confuses him

years of abuse have made him rough and mean, but carrie is still soft and good

she has the softness he wishes he still had

partly why he wants to protect her, she's like the sister he never had

as weird as he thinks carrie is, Chucky roasts her mom all the time to try and make carrie feel more normal

like "Yeah your mom's a religious nutjob, all her 'everything is a sin' shit? total bullshit. you'll be fine caz, you're the last person who'll be going to hell"

doesn't stop him from ripping on carrie too sometimes, like "will you quit following me around, I don't want people to think I like you"

will still walk to class with her

carrie manages to convince her mom that she has compulsory study hall after school, so she will be home late

goes to chuck's house when his dad isn't home (which is frequently)

carrie is surprised by the crucifix that hangs on the living room wall in the ray household but doesn't say anything about it

they listen to the radio because carrie isn't allowed music at home

they have very different tastes once carrie becomes familiar with what they play on the radio

she likes simon & garfunkel and the beatles

chuck likes black sabbath, pink floyd and led zeppelin

their song(tm) is sound of silence

he walks her home, but leaves at the corner of her block so her mom doesn't see because of the one time

one time he got too close to the house and her mom saw

carrie was in the cupboard all night

and a purple bruise bloomed over her cheek the next day at school

chucky doesn't say anything about it but he gives her a candy bar or something because that's what nice people do

when The Incident happens, he doesn't see her till the next day

"I heard about what happened in the locker rooms" he says when he sits opposite her the next day at lunch

"you did?"

"everyone did"

carrie is still obviously upset, but charles, as tactless as he is, is like "Why worry? everyone knows, now you can just move on."

she's like ??? "but it was so humiliating"

chucky, ever the gentleman goes "so what? you're on the rag and your wacko mom didn't tell you about it before, things can only get better from here"

she's highkey embarrassed to talk to him about it but he's surprisingly chill about the whole thing

honestly he's just used to the rumour mill and having people shit talk him so he wants to at least take some of the worry/embarrassment off carrie

in another life, maybe they would be together and have a normal life, but that's not what this life had in mind for either of them

(they don't even tell each other this, but secretly they think of themselves as chucky and caz vs. the world)

[ceriseeclipse]

Dark Skies

The Signs’ Face Claims

I had this idea for a while: Personification of the signs. I always wanted to write a story that presents the signs as people, with the same features and personalities that the signs are said to have, living their lives, interacting with each other. Here are a few ideas for each character, if I get to the actual story, the characters will develop a lot of course. Please inbox me your feedback, if you would be interested in a story as such. 

Here’s an idea for the face claims. (the actors’ actual sun signs don’t have anything to do with their roles):

Henry Cavill as Aries, the impulsive soldier.Strong-minded and brave, but a hot-head, which makes him dangerous in a fight. He often throws caution to the wind and goes straight to the point, which he may regret later. He lives for today, is initiative and ambitious, lacks certain gentleness, humility and sense of social act, hurts people without even intending to. He’s restless, vital and always looks for new challenges and adventures. Deep-set eyes and dark eyebrows give him the severe, serious but handsome look. He’s not into love, but does like sex. He rarely gets attached to people, only lives for war and winning battles.

Zoë Kravitz as Taurus, the confident, self-sufficient, but sensitive girl. You can rely on her, she’s honest and respects good manners. Patient and cautious, she knows what she wants and won’t let anyone stop her. She keeps her feet firmly on the ground, doesn’t like to dream or wish, she strongly believes that if you want something enough, you have to go and get it. She’s practical and responsible, but easier to break than she’ll ever show. She loves strongly, and passionately, has a big, loving heart, but knows when to let go, she doesn’t put herself down for anyone. Her doe-like, big, brown eyes will make you trust her with your life. She is exactly who a woman should be, if you could say that, confident, strong, independent and intelligent.

Tom Hiddleston as Gemini, the sweet and funny, blonde, curly-haired sunny-boy. He can seamlessly change everything, from style, ideas to work or partner. He is easy to adjust to significant changes. Surrounded by a little nervous energy, he is brilliant but sometimes emotionally unstable. Being bisexual, he likes to sleep around with different people, but doesn’t really mean to intentionally hurt anyone, he just expects other people to take life and relationships as easily as he does. He’s humorous, energetic and cheerful, but doesn’t let anyone see his sensitive side, that’s why his mysterious way seems very attractive. 

Andrew Garfield as Cancer, the typical sweet boy, who likes to play with fire and often gets burned. He can go from being in a great mood to suicidal thoughts in a second. His heart is easy to break and he doesn’t know how to get over it. Trying to bring an order to his chaotic feelings, he starts writing. For himself at first, but that’s how his talent as a writer gets discovered. It helps at first, but his vulnerable nature wants him to take revenge on those who hurt him, which starts to destroy him slowly. 

Madelaine Petsch as Leo, the Queen Bee in Louboutins. She likes expensive clothes, always looks flawless and knows it. She appears even more confident than she actually is. As a struggling actress, her life hasn’t been the easiest. Trusting and a little naive, she’s often been used and lied to. She likes to manipulate people, but sometimes ends up being manipulated herself. Trying hard to hide her generous, forgiving heart, she thinks that the key to success is heartlessness and diamonds. Her brutally honest personality gave her the name of a “bitch”, which she enjoys at times, it gives her a painful kind of satisfaction to be hated, but admired at the same time. Her long, red hair perfectly matches her ever-red lips and green eyes, that roll so often. She enjoys her naturally good looks and knows how to use it for her best. 

Jamie Chung as Virgo, the beautiful healer. She’s a doctor, she lives for helping people. But the sad truth is, she doesn’t always know how to help herself. Being a gorgeous, strong woman, she is full of insecurities, no one can understand. She is ready to sacrifice herself for others, even people she doesn’t know, because her own life doesn’t mean anything to her. Attentive, with great analytical skills, she seems to see everyone's personality through, she sees when somebody’s hurting, when somebody's lying, her eyes don’t miss out on anything. She loves to bring order into the chaotic life, and tries to make the world a better place by being considerate and organized. Being wealthy, she doesn’t like expensive and unnecessary luxuries. Taurus is her soulmate, but unfortunately, there are many struggles that come in their way. Their love is beautiful and innocent, but leaves them both heartbroken, more than once. 

Shay Mitchell as Libra, the girl next door. She has always been a girl who went by unnoticed. A wallflower kind of girl as they say. She never minds, she doesn’t like to show off, doens’t like to shine. Simple clothes and sneakers, ponytail and barely any make-up, that is her every day look. She has a soft personality and knows how to handle troubles, a diplomat, religious, fair, justice has always been important to her. People usually think that she is a depressed teenager, but that isn’t true, life is going as she wishes it to go. She doesn’t like to be pushed, pressured, she prefers to leave responsibility to others. Sometimes, she feels a little basic, that’s all. But the girl will find her place in this world very soon. 

Michael Ealy as Scorpio, the blue-eyed devil. Despite what people said, he isn’t all that bad. The often call him “the evil eye”, if your eyes meet, you always move first. He can kill you with a look, undress you with a look, send you to hell with only one look. He’s never easy, everything is important to him and he takes everything seriously. All around him is black or white, nothing in between. The only people he can call friends seem more like loyal servants. It feels like he never tells the truth, he’s mysterious to a fault and will never tell you his opinion about anything. Don’t do him wrong, he will never let you leave with it. He scars a lot of people. Not always intentionally, just by being himself. 

Will Smith as Sagittarius, the short-tempered cop. He’s charismatic and respectful, a real fighter for justice. Straightforward, he will shoot arrows, he can’t leave anything unspoken. If you’re in the wrong, he’ll make you crack. He does have strong relationships with people, but only the ones who deserve it in his opinion. Quite tolerant, he will accept a lot of your flaws, but never cross a line, he can cut you out of his life in a second. He’s living on the edge, taking risks, jumps into danger, whether it’s about work or love. Being short-tempered, he gets angry fast, screams, even gets physical, but calms down fast and often regrets it. He does have a good soul, but not many get to see it. Mostly, all they see is a man fighting for the good in any possible ways.

Keanu Reeves as Capricorn, the lone wolf. He never really needed anyone. He was fine being alone. Growing up in an orphanage, he was used to it. Not knowing love, no one to care about. But still, he got through, fought for his degree, became a teacher, not even knowing what for. He doesn't really fall in love, he doesn't really get attached, he doesn't really need it. His good looks and seemingly cool nature attracts a lot of people, he’s interesting, mysterious behind closed doors. But no one really knows him, not even himself. At times, it feels like he's ready, to be a part of the world, to take care of people, but he struggles to believe that anyone would put up with him. He always was so ambitious, so determined, but he came to a point where nothing makes sense anymore. That's the moment he meets him. Better said, he reads his book. A book about retaliation.

Margot Robbie as Aquarius, the sharp-tongued beauty. She grew through struggles and insecurities, which turned her into this perfect human being. She was abused, betrayed and had to fight to survive, just to become a brilliant thief. She’s a woman who gets what she wants, with her intelligence and incredible looks. She considers herself a visionary, she has her ambitions and desires, she’s close to the spiritual world and has a great imagination. Overly dramatic at times, she knows her worth, and knows others better than they know themselves. People bore her quite easily, she expects mystery and entertainment from others. Sexually passionate, she suffers from lack of permanent feelings. Her life has to be a never-ending adventure. 

Jared Leto as Pisces, the lost soul. He'a a musician, struggling with drugs and alcohol abuse. His curious and creative mind can't manage between his will to get inspiration and his addictions. He always needs more, whether it's whiskey, love or music, he can never stop. At times, it feels like he's at the end, that he can't do it anymore, but only one shot, and he's back, writing, singing, playing guitar. He falls in love with creative souls like himself, struggling, even dying. For him, it's always over. Every day, can be his last and all he does is singing, dreaming, he always took the path of least resistance.

[bondsmagii]

so a while back I was talking about extensive blacklists and somebody messaged to see if I wanted screenshots of a very impressive blacklist from an old Discord server they were in. of course, I did. here are the aforementioned screenshots as promised -- naturally the person wishes to remain anonymous, but here’s what they said:

hello, t'was i who was your Long Blacklist anon. here's what i have, or at least what i have scraped from the sides of my massive screenshots folder

to note: in the first image, in the section "TSS specific", the Remus mentioned is one of the characters in the show that the server is about,  whether he's secondary or main is up for debate. like. a WHOLE CHARACTER

some of these are understandable honestly, i don't mind a lot of this, but i had forgotten "y'all" was on here and. i'm sure that was probably said about 500 times in there because. how do you. IT'S Y'ALL

I gotta admit that I was not expecting this to be so wild. I had no idea an entire regional accent would be on here; nor could I have anticipated the fact that the whole of Ohio State University would be a banned topic, but there you go.

full transcription under the cut, for which you owe me, because this is long.

USER SPECIFIC

Recording <@!412026064970186753>’s voice without permission

Pet names directed at @‘beat drop’ A Jumbo Jellyfish

Referring to @rrationality in the feminine, “kiddo” directed at by anyone but Patton

“Tinker bell” or the phrase “I just want you to succeed” directed at @Groundhog badger

Deleting messages from @JEYKSHK without informing first

“Kitten” directed at @jelly 

“Know-it-all” directed at @The Rat God Summons Thee, asking to roleplay, people fighting in earshot, interacting while under the influence of any substances

Patronising and/or directing “cute” nicknames (smol, baby, dear, etc.) at @arson, overly aggressive conpliments (heart spamming, etc.)

“Princess”/“Champ”/“Sweetheart”/“Buddy” directed at @Silverquill (She/Her)

“Sweetie”/“honey”/“babe” and other pet names directed at @let airam see fuck without permission

“Hun”/“love” directed at @Ren 

“you’re acting like ___” and “very nice” directed at @probably activism, venting privately without warning/asking

“Dumb”/“stupid”/“idiot”, etc. directed at @blurryeyesinbewilderment 

“Selfish”/“worthless” directed at @Safira 

Calling attention to/making fun of the typos of @one of the best ppl here tbh

Referring to @It ya boy idk in the feminine, mocking

Referring to @I’m gonna shine like the sun as a hypochondriac

Referring to @Currently Committing Tax Fraud as argumentative

TSS SPECIFIC [translator’s note: this is an abbreviation for The S*nders Sides-- the fandom the server is about. I censor this because I do not care for him and do not wish to type his accursed name.]

Any discussion (including mentions), images, gifs and links involving Remus, and ships where he is included

The phrase “have you ever thought about killing your brother?” [translator’s note: this entire phrase was blacked out behind censor bars.]

Unsympathetic portrayals of the Sides (being villainous, abusive, (passive) aggressive, restrictive, etc.)

Ships involving the Sides and Sleep

Romantic Prinxiety

Intruality

Romantic logicality 

Snitties (tumblr post)

CenThomas (tumblr post)

TOPICS

Tangerines

Depersonalisation and depersonification

Divorce

Being controlled/your actions not being your own (including mind control)

Bullying (in a non-joking context)

Burning buildings and house fires

Belittling serious issues

Zombies

Existential issues (such as questioning reality)

Claustrophobic (small) spaces

Being patronised

Puppets

Bad parental relationships

Narcissistic people

Ohio State University

Annesia/mind-wiping

Bernie Sanders (US Politician)

Hell (discussion of)

Anesthesia

Fasting (for religious reasons or otherwise)

Unhappy endings

Power outages

Directing “stupid” at another person

Southern or Texan accents

Cringe culture

Spiders

Heights

The concept of pure nothingness

POC being stereotypes as promiscuous

Conflating age regression with age play [translator’s note: ‘age play’ was blacked out behind censor bars.]

Condiments (ketchup, mustard, etc.)

Malevolent of morbid supernatural entities

Food dicourse

Roanoke (the historical colony)

Self-depreciation

Heated discussions

Major character death

Hanahaki disease

Ants (the insect)

Eye lip eye (sequence of emojis)

Realistic-looking teeth on non-human things

Teeth in any place but a mouth

Human trafficking

Worms

OTHER MEDIA

The son “Sing me to sleep” by Alan Walker

Creepypasta (all forms)

The song “Hide and seek” by SeeU

Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared (webseries)

The song “Last christmas” by Wham!

Heathers (movie and musical)

The song “Empty” by boyinaband

The song “You should see me in a Crown” by Billie Eilish

The Momo challenge

Stephen King’s It (book and movies)

The song “Bury a friend” by Billie Eilish

Undertale and Delta Rune (video games)

The song “Wish you were gay” by Billie Eilish

The song “Ocean eyes” by Billie Eilish

Sora from Kingdom Hearts (video games)

Scooby Doo on Zombie Island (movie)

Onward (movie)

WORDS/NAMES/PHRASES

The word “senpai”

The name “Cryptid”

“I see the light”/“I’m going into the light”/“Light at the end of the tunnel”

“A beautiful mind”

“Babe” in a romantic context

“Baby” and “sweetiepie” as pet names

The name “Tristan”

The name “Ana”

The name “Jamie”

The name “William/Will”

“Make yourself useful”

“Y’all”

“Agere” (as a shortform of age regression)

SOUNDS AND VISUALS

Fife music (fife and drum corps)

Loud noises

Spiders and insects

Trypophobic images

“Distant shore” and “It’s all over isn’t it” from Steven Universe

Homestuck (all forms)

Crying while laughing

High saturation/bright images/eyes strain

[intothewickedwood]

Once Upon A Time Rewatch: 6x19 The Black Fairy

Peter Pan! So weird to think they were married but I mean they’re both kinda obsessed with collecting children that aren’t their son which is a weird coincidence.

Aww baby Rumple!

Malcolm looks so happy to have a baby. It seems it was the loss of Fiona that made him resent Rumple. Perhaps he could have been a father with her support but he just couldn’t handle being a single father. 

I wish we got to know more about fairy lore

Rumple was born in winter. He’s totally a Capricorn!

Aren’t Saviors meant to save realms from dark curses? But the dark curse wasn’t created yet. Maybe they retconned it and they’re just meant to save people.

That dragon egg is awfully convenient. What happened to the characters going on quests to find things like this? It’s too easy to wake Blue up.

Snow straight up strangling the Blue Fairy. I know it’s not her but I think Snow deserves that opportunity. 

Quick thinking Rumple with that cuff! 

Why does Emma have to have sleepy time too?

Is the shack Rumple was born in the same place he and Milah lived in? Probably not.

Yep. Really shouldn’t have given her that book of prophecies. What did they expect? Fiona to be overjoyed her son would die at the hands of a great evil?

Wait. It’s not possible for someone to turn themselves into a fairy? There must be something about Fiona. There’s something about that family, I swear. It seems they were all destined for great power and great evil.

Regina teaching Zelena to drive is the best thing ever but she totally could have escaped with Henry on her broom if things went wrong. If people in New York saw her and Henry flying high defying gravity they’d just think it was promo for Broadway’s Wicked.

Lmao! Omg Zelena! This scene is glorious!

Oh yeah, baby Robin could fit on the broom too. They’d make it work!

Regina: “I trust him to raise you.” Lol. So true but now I need all the fics with Henry raising his little cousin and Auntie in New York. 

The Black Fairy is so freaking creepy singing a lullaby to Blue.

The hatred emanating from the Black Fairy for Blue gives me shivers. 

And then she’s like “I’m so happy we get a chance to play,” and sits down like a child. Chills, I tell you! Like, Blue has completely destroyed who she used to be.

What was she going to do to the child if she’d found one with the crescent mark? 

Aww. Rumple breaking down and saying “I would do anything for you, son.” This man freaking loves his children. 

How did they end up in Rumple’s dream when Gideon was the first to be sprinkled with the night night sand?

Hook: “How do we know you are actually you.” Regina: “Because it’s me!” Sounds legit.

Aww, Hook just called Regina “love”. Are they getting along again, now? I saw a meta the other day that noted how Regina only started to dislike Hook when he got serious with Emma and I’m pretty sure that’s true. Interesting!

I wanted to see a proper witch fight dammit! For a show with so many sorcerers, we deserved more magical duels.

But omg Zelena suddenly running the Black Fairy over and her flipping over the car is the best thing in existence! 

Aww the sisters’ little smiles to each other. 

The sacred vault of the fairies? Are they, like, religious? 

This poor woman. I feel so sorry for her. She’s just desperately and feverishly trying to protect her baby. What did they expect from her? Most mothers would go to those lengths if they were told their child would suffer such a horrible fate. That would bring anyone to the end of their tether.

Omg wtf. “He’s destined to die so that other children may live.” That is a beyond cruel thing to say to the face of a mother. What the hell? Omg the pain on Fiona’s face. No child should be sacrificed for another. How heartless of the fairies.

So did Emma replace Rumple as the EF’s Savior or can their be multiple Saviors? 

Agggh this is so horrific. Poor Fiona finding out she is destined to kill her own child. She’s devastated. 

Oh, did she get the crescent scar when she was disarmed? 

Oh cool, the Black Fairy can project memories! That’s quite a unique power.

Blue could have saved a lot of people by remotely teleporting their hearts into her hands from the EQ’s or Cora’s and yet she didn’t.

She has a point. Even if she severed her destiny so she wouldn’t be the one to kill him, he could still be in danger from some other threat.

Blue, what the hell! Summoning a portal was absolutely uncalled for. What because she dared to upset you as you were so desperate for him to become the Savior for some reason? Probably part of her long-game evil plan. So what if he didn’t become a Savior?! Blue’s going on like that was the worst crime. She was just trying to protect him and you separated a doting mother who was no longer a danger to him from her child! You had no right! She is so self-righteous, I swear to god. It’s nothing to do with her. Who does she think she is?! Blue has ruined so many lives and gotten away with it because she believes she’s all high and mighty. She’s just as much of a villain as any other on this show. It makes me so mad. Poor Fiona. No wonder she hates Blue. 

Fiona: “I promise you son, I will spend every moment of every day trying to find my way back to you!”

I think she let Rumple hate her because it was too painful and she didn’t think she deserved his love. 

There are a lot of parallels between Rumple and his mother’s stories. They are much alike. 

Malcolm genuinely loved Fiona. He said she was the love of his life. Gosh I needed backstory with those two! After her he felt the only way he could be happy again was to return to childhood and Neverland so he didn’t have to think about Fiona. It was too painful. Easier to pretend he’d never loved. 

Malcolm must have lied to Rumple and told him his mother had abandoned him.

The fairies imply Fiona is dead to cover their own asses. They won’t say they banished her because they damn well know he’d fight them to get the love of his life back.

Lol. Sorry but calling your child Rumplestiltskin just to spite him is hilarious. What does it mean? Oh! It means “Little Rattle Stilt.” I mean it could have been worse it could have been “Little Sh*thead.” 

Also the Fairies hearing him blame the baby for his wife’s death should have rung alarm bells. They should have put him in a home where he’d be loved and cared for. Nope, just leave him with this guy who hates him.

Eww. They put a heart on the dinner table.

Giddy Up’s got his heart back! Yehaaaw!

“A seafaring man does not take superstitions likely.” So he is superstitious! He allowed a woman on his ship for years so maybe superstitions are different in the EF.

Oh my God, next week’s the musical episode!!!! I can’t wait!!!!

[diavolosthots]

I saw the amazing fic about Diavolo meeting his mc’s strict religious parents. Could you please do that for Levi too?

I got it. I realized that i will probably pull most of these "sources" from the bible since thats the easiest religious text to find these demons in.

Warning: religion

Defend Me ( LEVIATHAN X GN!READER )

He felt uncomfortable from the get go. Meeting people in general completely throws him off and his anxiety went through the roof when you told him you wanted him to meet your parents. Your parents! How could he leave a good impression on them? “Hi I’m a demon. I play video games most of the time and have social anxiety. Achievements? Well I’m also the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy, but don’t worry! I treat them with the utmost respect because truthfully I don’t even know how I landed with them in the first place, but here we are, and I don’t want to lose them.” He can’t say that! He would sound like an absolute fool! They will think he’s way too weird for you the minute he walks in, anyway. He screams gamer-otaku-with-no-life, for goodness sakes! You can’t tell me that’s what they would want for you!

That’s why he pushed it off. For months he made up some ridiculous excuse of why he couldn’t go or why you should stay home with him. He even once went as far as to say your parents were sick and got Satan involved to actually get them sick! Nothing bad… just the seasonal flu, but still. Can’t you see that he really doesn’t want this? Well, you can see it, but you just don’t really seem to care. This is important to you and thus he, reluctantly, agreed to participate. He agreed to let Hell rise up and to try and be kind to your parents. Now.. as much as you wanted to believe him, you actually had your doubts. You knew your dad was going to tear him a new one and your mom was probably going to make fun of him too… but… you had faith in him that he could take the less.. Harmful jokes and hopefully not get too aggravated with the more rude ones… you prayed that, since he isn’t Satan, he won’t take too much offense to them.

“Ready?” Levi shook his head, looking at the bouquet of flowers in his hand, “are these okay? That’s what humans do right? They bring flowers for the mom? I saw it in a show once…” You laughed softly; he saw everything in a show once and thinks that this is how the world works. Well, he wasn’t completely wrong and it just shows that he can be a gentleman. “Yeah.. they’re fine. Okay, here we go.” You rang the doorbell, waiting for your mom to open the door, but it was actually your dad. “Dadd---!” “Hold on sweetie, who is this?” Your dad immediately stepped out and eyed Levi up and down, which made him more than uncomfortable, but he just clenched the flowers in his hand and forced himself to smile, “My name is Levi, sir. I’m their b-boyfriend.” You cringed silently. He was doing so good! But that stutter. 

Your dad eyed him once more, his eyes landing on the flowers in Levi’s hand, “ah. Listen, kid, I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing but those flowers are not going to make up for the absolute wreck you are and under no circumstance are you coming into my house with that cosplay jacket on.” You gasped loudly, slapping your dad on the arm, “dad! Those flowers are for mom and it’s not a cosplay jacket, it’s just a jacket!” You shake your head, taking Levi’s hand and dragging him inside, but Levi was still too focused on the fact that he just got made fun of not once, but twice, in the same sentence. “Mom! Come meet my boyfriend, and please be nicer than dad.” Levi could hear laughter from a room nearby and was soon greeted by a grinning woman; at least she looked friendly.

“Don’t be too hard on your dad. You know he’s just looking out for you.” Levi gained some confidence back, smiling softly as he held out the flowers, “These are for you, ma’am. My name is Levi.” Your mom gave him the same up and down look your dad gave him and he suddenly felt uncomfortable again, but your mom took the flowers and smiled at him anyway. “Thank you, that’s very kind of you. Oh! And these are so pretty! Come. Sit down. (Y/N), have you offered him some water? Oh dear, where are your manners?!” He could see you throw your arms up in frustration as you tell your mom that you literally just got here, and walked off with her. He suddenly felt so alone, kind of weird too, in a strange house, but he decided to enter the room your mom just came out of and noticed it was the living room. He also noticed that it was turned to some kind of christian music channel and a quick glance around told him that Jesus was watching him from every angle, literally, “so. Besides banging my child, what else do you do?” Levi almost choked, quickly turning around as a deep red flushed over his cheeks, “I-I don’t… ‘bang’ your child, sir. We uhm… we’re far from that step.”

“And that better stay that way, kid, unless you want to become friendly with my gun collection.” Levi shook his head, trying to avoid eye contact, “no, sir. I’m great.” Your dad scoffed, calling back out to your mother and you, “what’s taking you two so long? Another minute with this softie and he might turn into a puddle.” You rolled your eyes as you walked up with glasses of water that you sat down on the coffee table, “leave him alone, dad, he’s a good guy.” “yeah and apparently made out of cotton candy. He can barely stand straight, and you want to date that?” Levi felt bad; of course he knew you could do so much better than him. Hell, he’s told you that before, it’s just that you don’t listen! “He’s a good boy? Yeah I can see that. His name is Levi for goodness sakes; what’s that short for anyway? Seriously sweety, you could do so much better than that thing over there, but I suppose being taken away from a good home and thrown into that useless exchange program does kill a few brain cells.”

Oh no. Oh no, see what we’re not going to do is insult you. “What did you just say?” Your dad’s gaze flicked over to Levi’s, grinning smugly at him, “what? Got your panties in a twist, kiddo? Let me say it again, yo--” “No. No, no, no! See what we’re NOT going to do is bash on your own child!” Levi gets up, obviously getting angry, “You can throw my name around all you want, which, by the way, is Leviathan in full, and yes, I’m exactly that sea monster mentioned in that God awful fanfiction you call the word of the Lord. They!” He angrily points at you, feeling his blood boil beneath his skin, “are the best thing that has ever happened to you, considering you couldn’t get your cock up anymore if you wanted to with that elephant of a body you call ‘attractive’. I might not be the smartest, hell, I’m not even attractive, but I know for a fact that your child is the smartest, most considerable being that has ever graced this terrible excuse of a planet and I am NOT, “ he clenches his teeth, turning into his demon form and lashing out with his tail as he pulls your father up by the collar, “letting a measly excuse for a human being tear that beautiful soul down.” He roughly pushes your father back down, hissing at him as storms flashed behind his eyes. 

“Levi..---!” He grabbed your hand roughly, dragging you out of there and onto the street, not caring that people are seeing him as something other than human, other than normal. “Levi!” But he only shook his head, watching the portal open and dragging you through it. “I’m sorry, (Y/N), but I cannot just sit there and let him talk bad about you! What kind of father is that? I mean don’t get me wrong, I had my fair share of shitty parents, but at least my father didn’t think I was a complete waste of space.” He was breathing heavily, his body still tensed as you reached out for him, kind of scared but also slightly… turned on. “Levi… you’re so sweet.” you laughed softly, wrapping yourself around him and nuzzling into his neck, feeling him calm down and no doubt, feel a little embarrassed. “I didn’t think you’d stand up to him, but… It’s nice to know that you have my back.” 

He frowned, wrapping his arms and tail around you tightly, “Of course I have your back. No one gets to speak so terribly about you, not even your father… I knew there was a reason why I hate socializing. No offense but I can guarantee that man isn’t going to the pretty clouds in the sky, no matter how much he pretends to be a saint.” You shook your head, still laughing softly, “no offense taken… he was always a little… harsh. I wish you would’ve paid attention to his face. He was so shocked to see you, not only defend me and yourself, but also just being able to pick him up…. It was worth the little bit of hurt.” He shook his head, kissing down your shoulder, “You should never ever have to deal with that. I mean it. You’re the smartest and most considerable. Don’t ever let anyone tell you different.” “Well… don’t let anyone tell you any different either.”

“Now you’re just asking too much from a shut-in otaku like me…” 

[thekitschdiet]

the kitsch diet part II

part one alr posted!! this chunk is about 3,000~ words long... let me know what u think :-) thank u all for all the luv already!!! looks like I really will hit 31 followers by easter!!!!!!!!

  Who is the Kitsch Girl? 

 I think this is more loosely defined, but The Chic Diet did a truly admirable way of reducing a girl to her YSL bag and her really skinny legs. Now, that implies an archetype, or a population in a specific location. I think kitschness is kind of the niche you fill when you’re not really much of anything else, sort of your own conglomerate of mainstream-specific. One major requirement, though, is being a little too into something somewhat uncool. And the whole illusion falls apart if you have any sort of outward insecurity. See, the Kitsch Girl is somewhat undefinable because she is so much of everything. She exists in multitudes, in a way that is also quite simple to understand; think of a list of axioms, or principles to live by. And now add a section to each one that says “but…” to make a collection of verified exceptions. Say, the kitsch girl will never wear jeans. But she thrifted this pair of vintage flares she just loves. She doesn’t reply to texts efficiently, but sometimes she will within a couple seconds. No mascara, no dinner forks, candles are to be collected not burned; but that was a gift, or something. It’s not personal, of course, those are just the contradictions she exists in. Don’t try to understand it, the enigma is essential to the facade. Or maybe she just lives like this, and her character is so homogenous with her inner world there’s no sense in trying to separate it. You have to have a little bit of an individuality complex about the whole ordeal, which is normally so eugh, but if you’re kitschy enough it works on you. Trust!The Kitsch girl is not someone unlikeable, but amiable and well heeled. I double checked that last one, assuming it meant liked by most, but apparently means affluent. I suppose that is an aspect of the kitsch girl too, having seemingly endless frivolous expenses with no real strain, but that’s not important right now. People that don’t like her think so out of jealousy, or something. Envious that her clothes are all kind of shake-it-up-esque and her highlights desperately need touching up, but she still seems so enthralled with the whole of life… How does she enjoy her own company so much when other people want to know her better? Doesn’t she feel weird about blowing people off to make a joke about reading Kafka in the bath? Why would she document her cluttered, unexciting life on Instagram so delicately, so vibrantly? Of course, no one would say this to her face because they are really baseless claims. She’s nice, generous, and valuable to have as a friend. Trade-offs exist, as they do with anyone. But I like thinking it’s easier to overlook a forgotten birthday when your kitschy best friend gave you a multi strand pearl necklace to celebrate the welcome breeze of June. Or some other made-up holiday. She is so unassuming if you’re not really looking. Girls want in on her inner circle. Or they just don’t care. Nothing wrong with being liked or thought of naught, for the most part. Boys are either enthralled or repulsed by her. Her doctor knows her as something of a hypochondriac, but only minorly. It’s just carpal tunnel, don’t worry… The sales staff at CVS turn a blind eye when she slips an eyeliner pencil into her tote bag. She shoplifts on occasion, just to see if she still knows how. But she is not a shoplifter. $9 here and $6.45 there doesn’t really add up to much. Everywhere she goes, she makes a tertiary friend or two. The term of friend is loosely used here, of course. But it is nice to tell a stranger you like her earrings. Or her phone case is so fun, is it Wildflower? The kitsch girl has an eye for this kind of detail. Simply put, she is sort of unspectacular. But in a way that makes you sort of wish you knew her better.

Phone cases

The phone case is, like, religious for the kitsch girl. Sorry, but there’s just no other accessory as flippant and expensive and single-purpose as a trendy little iPhone case with some semitacky stickers plastered over the design. I used to have an iPhone XS- extrasmall-  with like, 18 phone cases. It was kind of a sordid affair. I jest, but really… owning that many phone cases was kind of sick. We get it, you are frivolous and spontaneous and sooo stylish! Stop posting mirror selfies on your Instagram story, your crush isn’t going to see it. Kidding again. Having an extensive collection of phone cases is just so fun because while attainable, most people just simply do not partake in it. That makes you kitschy and unique. I really thought I had more to say about the IDEA of the phone case, but I guess in practice it is all very, very simple. You can slide your driver’s license in the back of a clear case. At what point does it stop being cool to have legal operational control of a vehicle? I don’t display mine because I don’t really like the photo. I look round. In the eyes but also just in general, swollen, unglamorous. Whatever. Not like I drive a Nissan or anything. I drive my *Mom’s* Nissan. Playing Bladee in the car seems sacrilegious. She would hate it.Back to phone cases. Sonix ones are cute but kind of overpriced retail- unless you have like, an iPhone 12 Pro Max or whatever the fuck is new this year, just go to Winner’s. They always have Xs and 11 cases. I had a cherry one for my previous phone, like the exact one Lana Del Rey had? Thank god I sold it before she got outed as a copfucker or whatever. Casetify is for an inadvertent flex. Flexing your lame, lame taste. Sorry, I know you bought it because you liked it, but what you failed to consider is just how un-Kitsch they are. SO common, and they advertise on Instagram. Sorry, I just can’t get into it! Kind of how I just never liked the Brandy Amara tanks. Or lowtop converse. Otterbox is just distressing. Like, if my boyfriend gave me an otterbox phone case I would probably break up with him because somebody clearly isn’t paying attention- one of my favorite, potentially overused joke is how Otterbox cases are the equivalent of orthopedic insoles. Sorry but if you have poor arch support or whatever, but no pain is worth giving up a good pair of Margiela slingback tabi heels. Obviously I couldn’t afford that right now because all loose income goes directly to Wildflower and my cig boy. But like, one day. I hope you want to punch me in the face a little bit after reading that.  If Wildflower isn’t your thing, at least have the decency to get a beaded phone strap. But not from String Ting. Pray tell you aren’t keeping score, but they are one of my several parasocial enemies. That should have been ME collaborating with Wildflower! Should have been ME mailing shit to Caroline Calloway (more on her later, but she is the only blue check I follow. I adore her! I was on her patreon for a bit I thinkl!!) …. Side note. Phone cases are cute but there is no way to properly protect your laptop without looking just absurd or colossally lame. The foam sleeves… ick.

Having the shittiest music taste ever

So like, here’s the thing. I’m an Apple Music user, which sort of reinstates my status as an unironic My Bloody Valentine Hyperpop Death Grips kinda gal. Read; volcel. My most recent conquest ended up being a huge L on my part, but also… I totally dodged a bullet. The guy had an iPhone 11 (female trait) and didn’t know who Rei Brown was, which just seemed suspicious given his Niche. I just know he had a “making out playlist” comprising entirely of like, Joji. Which isn’t a bad thing I guess but so unembarrassing it horseshoes back to being humiliating.Like I said. Having the worst music taste. It’s nice how subjective and deeply personal your music taste can be; no one really Needs to know you’re a die hard drainer. But there’s also no point in being a die-hard drainer and Not capitalizing off it somehow. I added it up and I have well over 150 hours of just Bladee and Yung Lean. Which is so yass? The more I write, using myself as a case study, I realize just how desperately jobless I am. And Yogenfruz isn’t even hiring! UGH!I think there is something very kitschy about liking hyperpop in the least ironic, least obnoxious way. Sort of feeds into a “I’m not like other girls” thing, but I mean… That’s kind of the idea of kitsch, isn’t it? Be a little different but also the very same as your lipgloss brethren?!Side note. If you make monthly playlists I am genuinely kind of afraid of you. That is just so organized!! I just make playlists with esoteric titles and then make a new one when I’m sick of the stuff on the last. I have exhausted most genres but I think my favorite is the “I’m wearing f****ng air forces and my teeth are SO white”. Guess what genre it is. Or don’t, but it’s probably what you think is. Okay, moving on….

Curating a scent

I like thinking I smell like mango and peach, Glossier you, whatever citrus is in that Lush shower jelly and mint 5Gum. But of course it is probably less distinct and just kind of generally fruit-floral-mint. Anyway. I think Glossier You is the perfect scent for anyone with a rather elementary understanding of the whole.. Perfume business. Every bottle of intentional fragrance I own was made via aesthetic choices… it really helps that Glossier You is so cute And so universal. Now, Glossier is kind of interesting to me because it really is at the intersection of cheugy and kitsch. Kind of basic, overplayed, unspectacular. But also…. Often popular things are popular because they are good. Glossier has excellent customer suurv, they ship SO fast (and no import duties! W!) and their stuff is just so sweet and nice if not unoriginal, in kind of the same way strawberry ice cream is. Which is still my favorite, of course, especially if there’s a vegan option. I was talking about Glossier. What the hell! It’s really worth trying out. A huge principle of kitsch is just… having as many possible layers and appendages to your composure as possible. And adding a signature scent just really completes that! When curating your own, I say this as a complete amateur, know-nothing; make it something that comes kind of naturally to Your Character. Like, I’m just not a Chanel No 5 kind of girl. Odds are you aren’t either. My bottle (before she asked for it back when I told her I didn’t use it, in exchange for a Nordstrom’s gift card) was from my grandmother. Ummm.. Yeah, I really have no expertise in curating a scent. But it is nice to have a signature. And having a bottle displayed on your dresser next to your aughties McDonald milkshake themed beanie baby and a handful of lip products is just way too fun! This is the kind of girl I am, everyone! Cluttered, but prioritizing pretty-delicate things!

Cheugyism

Cheugy is a relatively new word that has unfortunately wormed into my vocabulary to replace “uncouth”. Which I use to mean graceless or tacky, but if that isn’t what it means…. Don’t tell me. That would hurt more than weighing myself after a “feast” slash pastry binge at my dear Grandmothe’s house. Like I was saying. Cheugy. It’s sort of a fucked up concept to me because it is a critique on consumption, but not the pace or volume or magnitude of it. But rather… the idea of not being “good” enough at engaging in microtrends, or involvement in the fast paced fashion cycle. Don’t get me started on TikTok, or do, but… yeah,. No. That will require a cigarette because I’m so sorry, but writing a thinkpiece on social media is so lowbrow I would need to find about six ways to aesthetically counteract it…. Moving on.  I think the idea of cheugy is good, we really do need a word to simply and efficiently define “out of date/uninspired/lame”. But the way it is used to shame others for not liking the same trends or whatever is kind of gross. If you use cheugyism to put other people down and not as a neutral identifier umm… you will become what you fear. Sorry, that’s what happens. Some things that I think are cheugy or embarrassing, or just not part of my stylistic lexicon are… 1. Hooded or zip up clothing, or things with a large graphic on the back. Bingo if it's all three! I just can’t get behind it. Side note, my summer home outfit is brandy sweats and a tube top (Urban Outfitters tank I ripped the straps off) and a large cardigan that should have belonged to a stoner, but probably didn’t. I can dunk on bulky, uninspired clothes because I would honest to God NEVER be caught DEAD out of the house wearing any of it. I’m so serious. Next segment should be about the kitsch girl’s inadvertent affinity for diuretics. Remind me….. One of the ports of my laptop is dead. Not really sure what to do about that.

Eye makeup and what it means to me….

Personally, I am one of those people who never wears foundation and kind of has a complex about it. The kitsch girl wears fluffy eyelashes and owns a plethora of sparkly eyeliner. Or maybe she doesn’t, but she has something distinct and a little ritzy, if not haphazard. We all saw Euphoria and it like, totally imprinted on us. The way glitter sits on your face after a long day is so resplendent. When it’s shining and a little bit melted off from your long, semi-productive day… ugh! Just made for film. Pictures on film. But not the Prequel app. I keep getting fucking ads for it. But it’s so embarrassing. Like, isn’t the whole point of film the authenticity of the moment? The texture of the afternoon? Why would you fabricate that? Prequel is just so cheugy. More on that later. But anyhow. Wearing a ton of eye makeup kind of fits with the idea of film too I think. Like, look at you, in the moment. With your strip lash falling off! It’s all so tres-chic. Plus, for whatever reason, it’s kind of unique or notably dedicated to ~Pull up to the function~ with more eye makeup on than everyone else. Sorry, but it really doesn’t take that long! But yes I will gracefully accept your praise… it’s kind of like the dropshipping of complements if you think about it. Easy to source with little to no effort in the curating. Side note, lashes are like $20 for 40 weeks if you cut them in half and use each pair about 5 times. You could probably do more but I lose track. How the fuck is it almost June? I was trudging through the snow to check the mail for my Online Ceramics shirt just last week, I swear. The trick to cutting your lashes (the way I do it anyway) is pretty simple. Get out two lashes that are symmetrical. Find the middle and cut one slightly to the left and one slightly to the right. This means you have two sets (one set is a little more dramatic than the other but at least they are symmetrical) with longer outer edges. Glue this to the outer corner of your eye and you will look so Composed… obsessed with how this layers with three eyeliner tails (one traditional one pointing up and one pointing down directly below it, sort of like the tail light on a 2019 Lexus UX) and one below your eye, like a clown. Fun, irrelevant fact, is the first time I added this third tail to my eye makeup, my dad had just gotten home from the hospital because he was sure he had like appendicitis or something and it was actually.. Not that. Typical indie hypochondriac. He made me bring him cottage cheese on a plate with a teaspoon that evening. I put black pepper on it for flair, which he hated. Walking up and down stairs with a plate of cottage cheese is much more imprinting than most of the multiplication tables. Don’t forget to use a bright shimmer eyeshadow in your inner corner. It really opens up your eyes. I recommend Too Faced.  One time I got a little bit too high and tried to film an “editorial” makeup tutorial. You will never, ever, ever see that video. But I essentially covered my whole eyelid in the ABH shadow “palermo” and smudged out the edges with a tan Tartelette Toasted shade, coupled with my long-expired Milk Makeup holographic stick. Lopsided lashes and near-blinding eyeliner experience aside, it was kind of cool. My point is, you really cannot go wrong with an arsenal of shimmers, taupey mattes and a good eyeliner pen.