#shitposting & dumb threads you say?

[itsyagurlchip]

the thread

the link

please be safe out there my lovelies. share this to anyone you know, please. im a minor, and i wouldn't have figured out half as many things i know if i didn't have the internet.

i wouldn't know much about self care.

i wouldn't know much about mental health

i wouldn't know about the importance of self love

i wouldn't know about gaza

i wouldn't know where i would call for a suicide line

i wouldn't know who i am, and how comfortable i am with my gender and sexuality

i wouldn't know those dumb facts that people love to hear me think about.

i wouldn't know about fanfiction

i wouldn't know how important it is to keep a fandom growing.

i wouldn't know a healthy way of expressing myself rather than bursting in anger and crying myself to sleep.

i wouldn't have the same mind set if i never had the internet to begin with.

I would be taken more advantage of, moreso for my age and my past tolerance for things.

I would assume horrible things and believe anything that anyone would tell me

I would be so depressed, being on my own as an online student.

Id hate the world for the situations id put myself in.

id probably resort to addiction, or self harm.

or even worse, suicide.

This place is so important to me. You guys are so important to me. So instead of just saying no, lets tell them why! lets tell them the effects this may have on teenagers like me! lets give them an alternative for a better Internet!!

(btw if that didn't didnt move u or smt, the bill is unconstitutional. it violates our right of free speech,. especially if the government doesn't like it. imagine a site vouching for fair practices, and being erased and blocked simply because the government wants to. imagine your safe place being blocked just because it was deemed "inappropriate for minors", even when determining the things that are appropriate for certain people is a whole spectrum in itself. and guess what, that's for the parents to decide!! not the damn government. if not for me, or yourself, then do it to spite the gov! anarchy bitch!!)

@/anyone you want to know!!, please!!!

@radicallxser @actuallyacerrr @amorvincitomnia-14 @acutiewithagun @aggressiveanon @tmnt-shitposting @thealphagirl @oleander-nin @spongejuice @shittyutmv @saltydoesstuff @fluffyr0cky @finleyforevermore @f1oricide @kittykittyanon @lykaios2 @lexiechr @ziipzeepzop-eez @mingthegod @aimasup

if you couldn't tell, these are the people i follow. these are some of the people who helped me see a better life. these are the people who i look up to, who i admire, and love with will my heart despite not seeing each other face to face.

I have about 80 followers.

These are the people who found me and decided to give me a follow. even if they dont look at my works, or are even to scared to interact with me, they still follow me because i impacted them in some way.

i would like to tell you all thank you, and your welcome.

❤️❤️❤️

[lunariamv]

curbing yandere gojo satoru ♡ yan gojo x fem reader; obsessive + possessive behavior, manipulation, gaslighting, slight misogyny, stalking, attempted kidnapping, violence, death shoutout to the anime death battle matchup threads on reddit so i could write this dumb shitpost gone girl and breaking bad vibes accidentally (lol)

Okay, what the hell. This is not fair.

Life has seemingly cursed you if this is what your fate is. Ever since you were little, your jerk-off parents were controlling psychopaths. They prioritized the clan. It's always been about the needs of the family and never you. Your clan, a bloodline of gifted sorcerers, with incredible powers passed down the family tree. They're incredibly prestigious, and super airheaded. The childhood you had was filled with training, studying, and striving to be the best to prove your worth. Thank the gods you were able to keep your wit and you never became an arrogant husk of your former self as a result of your stressful upbringing.

Since the clan wants to breed nothing but powerful sorcerers, they try to keep the family to be strictly sorcerers of a high class… which was why as soon as you were brought into the world, you were assigned to marry someone from another powerful family. Mind you, that you had never met. A betrothal out of your control, and it was to a nameless, faceless spouse. If that wasn't already terrifying, it wasn't until you were older that you finally met them, and desperately wish you hadn't.

He's too weird for you. Gojo Satoru had given you the ick when he tried to get incredibly mushy with you. The first impression was so awful it left a permanent scar on your potential relationship, and never healed. Honestly, you didn't see how people thought he was hot. In fact, you thought he was kind of stuck up. Sometimes you'd find yourself thinking, maybe if someone inflates his ego enough, his head will explode.

You know who you actually like? Nanami Kento! The two of you met in Jujutsu High, and you've been head over heels for him ever since. He's handsome, intelligent, and stern, your ideal type. Though Gojo tried his hardest to keep you away from him, it was nearly impossible to stop your schoolgirl crush from blooming. So it really sucked when he quit being a sorcerer while you and Gojo continued on to be alumni. Still, you made time to visit him when you could. Even though Kento came off as strict at first, the two of you had pretty good chemistry.

Then one day he disappeared without a trace. Everyone who cared had written him off as the salary man who just needed a break, but you didn't buy it.

So for the past few months, you've been investigating his disappearance on your own. Gojo keeps trying to hinder you, monitoring your actions and intervening under the guise of 'trying to bond with his fiancé,' but you're pretty sure he knows something. Hell, maybe he did it.

Needless to say, you're incredibly skeptical of Gojo. Ever since you first met, he's leaned into the whole fiancé romance trope way too hard, which you despised, since you held feelings for someone else. It's so annoying, how this grown man acts like a lovesick puppy around you. Saying you were disgusted was putting it mildly, and this resulted in you rejecting his advances at every turn. Even now you're trying to push the limits on this whole 'fiancé' thing. Maybe you should just cut ties with your family and break up with him. What exactly is stopping you?

Gojo. Gojo is stopping you.

Unbeknownst to you, Gojo's been madly in love with you for as long as he can remember. Primarily due to the fact that you were strong and capable enough to be his equal. Not only that, but the fact you weren't easily phased by him drove him absolutely crazy. Even when the mask was off and he wore his glasses, you didn't treat him any differently, compared to most women who melted in his presence. He loved messing with you and trying to win your affections, so much so it's become a game to him. The sardonic, witty personality you have contrasts with him well. The two of you are clearly made for each other, so why do you play so hard to get?

Gojo was currently resting at his nice apartment. Consumed by thoughts of you, his cute soon-to-be wife. Unlike you, he was incredibly excited about the marriage. In fact, he wanted to just hurry up and tie the knot already, if it weren't for you being hellbent on trying to stall it for as long as you could. He might be considered traditional, but part of him wanted to know if he could turn you into a stay at home housewife. You'd definitely protest, seeing it as demeaning, but he liked the idea of you only being subservient to him alone. You'd live a quieter life, safely at his side, and you'd be solely for his eyes. At the moment, he was stalking- watching you on his phone tracker. It should be about now…

Oblivious to this fact, you were heading to your new apartment. Merrily, you had just gotten it and (oops!) forgot to tell Gojo about it. Before you went to the building though, you decided to get a snack at a nearby café. For the first time in a while, you leisurely went through your phone, paying more attention to your device than you normally do. It was just to do some cleaning up of apps you didn't need anymore. That's when you saw it.

What the hell is this thing…?

Never in your life do you recall installing this app on your phone. It was submerged, buried in the endless pit of your apps, as if it was playing hide and seek. At the top bar, you could see something was running, too, and it was sucking up your battery. Narrowing your eyes in confusion, you pulled up your search engine and looked it up.

Oh, it's a tracking app?

The reveal was so unsettling that you find yourself smiling. An amused yet horrified chuckle escaped you. Eyebrows furrowing, you muttered under your breath. "Oh no, get this shit off, I don't want this…" As you were saying that, you were deleting all of the suspicious looking apps on your phone. You even went ahead and did some extra research about tracking and put up some extra scans.

The white haired man frowned in displeasure upon realizing the GPS was stuck. The blip was frozen. Either it was as awful as the reviews warned, or you figured it out. What a pain. Regardless, he still held your last known whereabouts right there. Guess he shouldn't rely on technology so much and instead do things the old fashioned way, right? With that in mind, he went out to the last place the marker had placed you.

Back at your place, you were resting on your couch. You were still trying to wrap your head around the tracker on your phone. Who put that there? Gojo, most likely. He must've set it up the last time you two crossed paths, while you were distracted. While you wanted to be shocked at that reveal, you couldn't say you were surprised. He always struck you as a weirdo, to the point you were under the impression that he was borderline obsessed with you or something. It doesn't shock you in the slightest that creep would stoop this low.

Perhaps this was the tipping point you needed. After all, he just violated your privacy, and who knows what other things he's done. Holding up your phone, you called your parents to break the 'terrible' news. Needless to say, they didn't take your declaration to call off the wedding very well. No doubt this would kill relations between your family and the Gojo clan. Though, you found yourself feeling rather apathetic to the matter.

For nearly all of your life, you had taken a backseat for the good of your lineage. Years and years of enduring painstaking training, studying, and then a forced engagement for them, and for what? Virtually nothing in return. It wasn't even going to a good cause anyways, as this involuntary construction of human life served only to benefit an outdated, egocentric family tradition. The only 'good' you can argue you've done was saving lives as a sorcerer, which was just a byproduct of their success.

In that call, you told them to disown you if it pained them that much to have a disappointing daughter. To fully break away, you'd move to another country or something. Even though your intent was to sever the ties, there was a sliver of remorse deep in the recesses of your heart. Despite your cruel upbringing, you did feel some attachment to your parents. They were your family, and they were all you had. However, you couldn't marry someone you didn't love. Especially someone who was this clearly unhinged.

They were protesting all the while before you hung up. After a moment, you dialed another number.

There's a slight deep chuckle over the line. "…Well, it's about time." Gojo's voice ardently crooned over the phone. You could practically hear the smug grin on his stupid face. He sounded rather pleased that you finally called him for a change, like he had been waiting for this moment his whole life.

The cocky tone voice in his voice almost made you laugh. Almost. It seemed you beat your parents or his in delivering him the bad news.

"Hi Satoru." You said casually, as if you weren't about to drop a bombshell on him. Then you spoke the following lines. "I'm sorry, but I can't marry you."

There was a brief pause. One that drew on for an uncomfortable amount of time.

"Mm…? Did you say something, (Y/N)? I didn't quite catch that." He asked innocently. However, you're absolutely certain he heard you the first time. Even so, you decide to be nice, and twist the knife even further.

"I said," Your voice becomes more stern as you narrowed your eyes. "I'm sorry, but I can't marry you Gojo. The wedding is off."

"It should be obvious, but I'm not too fond of you, and I'd rather marry someone I actually love." The words flowed out of you like a river. A cool wave of relief washed off you as you truthfully spoke your mind. Speaking the truth felt incredibly good. For once, you felt like you were taking control. No more sitting aside, waiting for someone else to tell you what to do.

There's another split second of silence before Gojo spoke again. "(Y/N), I sincerely think you should reconsider." He drew a breath. "Think about your family, remember what this'll mean for them. Both your family and mine have been waiting for this since we were kids. Do you really want to do this to them?" He's trying to be rational, trying to convince you otherwise. If he was as crazy as you're theorizing, he must be suppressing his anger right now. Though, you're just as insane as he is. You know this'll drive him to his boiling point, and with that in mind, you continued your sprint across the thin tightrope.

"No, I'm pretty sure. Don't bother, I've already informed my parents about my decision. I hope you can forgive me for being selfish." At least you're kind enough to apologize. With that, you pulled your phone away from your ear. A digit hovered over the red button.

"(Y/N)--" Before he could reply, you hung up the call. Relief washed over you. With a genuinely content smile, you went back to whatever you were doing before.

On the other line, Gojo sat there motionlessly with his phone, the dial tone ringing in his ears. Silently, he held a haunted expression on his visage. Pale with wide eyes, it was like he had seen a ghost. It quickly faded once the anger set in, and his face twisted into a furious scowl. He's practically seething. Why are you doing this to him?! He wasn't oblivious to your tendency to reject his advances, but he didn't expect you to go this far. He'd figure you'd come around eventually, not throw it all away! All you had to do was go along and marry him. It was going to be perfect.

No, don't worry. Gojo faintly smiled to himself. This is still salvageable. He just needs to talk to you in person. Once you're face to face, he'll get you to change your mind, with a little persuasion, of course. Trying to suppress his raging anger, he calmed himself down as he swiftly walked down the streets.

Unbothered, you were laying on the couch, currently browsing the web for potential places to go. Singapore seems really good right about now…

"(Y/N)? Open the door!"

Ugh, there he is. It surprisingly didn't take that long for him to find you. To be fair, you deactivated the tracker a block down from where the complex was. He most likely found it and then asked your landlord for your door. Kinda stupid of you.

With a tired sigh, you lowered your head and fell silent for a moment. Maybe if you ignore him, he'll give up and go away.

Of course, he doesn't. Suddenly, your front door was violently kicked open. The loud slam made you gradually raise your head, drawing your attention. Your gaze flicked over to it, and lo and behold, Gojo was standing there at the entrance.

"…Well that's rude." You uttered with a nonchalant tone. Was breaking your door really necessary? Wonder what the costs are to get that fixed…

Maybe he was trying to play along, because he ended up gently closing the broken door behind him. He walked dangerously closer to you. "(Y/N), please. I'm begging you to reconsider." He spoke up. Although his voice was sultry, a smooth cadence like marble, there was a mild urgency hidden in the depths. "I love you. You're my darling fiancé, and I want you to marry me."

Standing up, you narrowed your eyes. A disapproving glare formed on your features. Perhaps in another life, or another universe, you would've found his declaration sweet. It was truly heart stealing stuff. Something that would make you melt into his arms like chocolate. Unfortunately, you wouldn't fall for it in this timeline. "How many times do I have to say it, Satoru? I'm not into you."

Tilting your head about an inch, your gaze bore into his. If he wasn't so upset, he would've been reveling over how gorgeous you looked right now. "I've officially broken up with you. So while I'm asking nicely, give up while you still have your dignity." You warned him.

Your threat garnered a low chuckle from Gojo. To him, it was nothing. While he did consider you to be 'equals', there was a clear difference in strength. He was one of the strongest sorcerers in the world, if not the strongest. While you were no doubt strong, he was much more powerful. If anything, he should be saying those words to you.

"That's cute." He nonchalantly commented with a smoldering glance. While his tone held intense admiration, the grin on his face was condescending. Either way, it's gross, and made you grimace slightly.

Despite the growing tension in the room, you refused to back down. If he was going to try to force you to be with him, you'd gladly fight against it. After all, it'd be a shame to let all your intense sorcery training go to waste. When he stepped closer, you got into a fighting stance.

Gojo stepped forward, and you anticipate it. His Limitless.

You’ve sparred with him before, so the concept of his ability wasn’t foreign to you. Taking a deep breath, you watched him carefully. Heightening your awareness, your focus sharpened, and you seemingly step out of your body for a moment. The heightened focus was like an astral projection.

The man dashed towards you in the blink of an eye. He went to strike, and you swiftly moved with a deflect. However, your counter attack doesn’t hit and you’re sent skidding back a few feet. Gojo chuckled again, and you could tell from that and his attack that he’s not taking this seriously. You’ll make him.

The two of you start fighting. Gojo engaged by trying to hit you, and his movements were fast, but you’re able to counter him to the best of your ability. Still, he’s holding back, and you figured that asshole enjoyed messing with you. Even so, you still used all your strength to fight back. If he wouldn't give his all, you most certainly will.

Meanwhile, Gojo realized you’re serious about putting up a fight. He’s been holding back as to not hurt his darling fiancé, but this was starting to become a pain in the neck. Might as well put an end to this already, even if it meant knocking you out.

In an instant, Gojo came at you. Time decelerated to a drag, and you forced your body to the side. With one swift motion, you evaded his grab for you. Following your movements, a sharp breath escaped you.

That’s when you observe the two of you had fully switched places. Finally, after dancing around him, your form was by the door, and it’s prime time to make an escape. To subtly inch toward the exit during the fight, that had been your plan all along.

Unfortunately, Gojo had long anticipated this ploy of yours. He simply played along because he could easily stop you. He raised a hand.

That’s when you call it. Limitless.

Gojo was going to close the gap and catch you. You wouldn’t be able to hit him. It was over.

Though, there was no fearful look in your eyes. They were stern and full of conviction. “That notion… I'll veto it.” You declare softly.

Silence followed your words. There was still a large gap of space between you two. What should've happened was a deletion of space, there was nothing of the sort. Caught off guard by this revelation, Gojo stopped and furrowed his brows slightly in confusion. His outstretched hand dropped about an inch.

What just happened?

His split second bewilderment opened a window of opportunity to you. Taking advantage of his stunned disposition, you spun on your heel and took off running out of the building.

Thankfully, you got the feeling in your leg back in the nick of time. You ran away.

A sigh escaped your lips. Back pressed against the side wall of the locked bathroom stall, you stared at the tile for a moment. The women's restroom of this coffee shop was empty, the only sound being the constant hum of the ventilation. Once you believed you were ready, you delved into your pocket and took out a card. Flipping it over, you read the printed numbers and inputted them into your burner phone. It was only a few seconds of ringing when the other line picked up.

You lowered the card. "I'm looking for a Hoover Max Extract Pressure-Pro Model 60."

It was burning hot in the car, so you had the windows rolled down. The cool wind blew your hair back, a reinvigorating feeling to the senses. You were driving down a long stretch of road. No other cars or people in sight. The yellow baked sun highlighted the dry, sandy grass patches surrounding you that seemed to go on for miles. With one hand on the wheel, you pushed up your sunglasses before resting your arm on the window of your SL Mercedes. Traveling to a new country was a whole different ballpark, but you were going to make it work. After being cooped up in a stuffy cargo plane, the open road was a sigh of relief.

Growing up, you and Gojo went to the same schools together to Jujutsu High. This meant he knew your sorcerer abilities pretty well. As far as he knew, your curse ability boiled down to energy manipulation.

Although the ability is labeled as ‘energy,’ the underlying truth was that's only the surface level explanation. There's more to it. The true extent of your abilities was kept a secret, thanks to your discreet, privileged family. As a child, you were told you had been graced with intense power. Though, you were vowed to keep quiet about the secret art you had.

The power to negate power.

In order to perfect it, you’ve been training it all your life. Surprisingly enough, this was the first time you’ve had a sincere reason to use it. For the binding vow that accompanies it is concerning.

At the price of negating forces of nature, altering the flow of destiny, an suitable exchange must be made. By contingency, the exchange offers up a functioning part of your body. A fair trade.

“To negate something means to willingly negate a piece of you,” your mother would tell your younger self.

The moment you cancelled Gojo’s Limitless, you had lost the feeling in one of your legs. It had gone numb, like a useless piece of plastic. In that state, you wouldn’t be able to move too fast. Thankfully, it came back quickly so you could make your escape.

For that reason, it was a double edged sword. Dangerous, but handy. You’d have to keep on your toes for the rest of your life, and you’d have to keep up your physical fighting, but as far as sorcery goes… Gojo can’t touch you. And you… can certainly hit him.

Thanks to your ability… you were able to escape him that day.

It was incredible. Being able to take control of your life, gave you a rush that you’d never think of ever having.

Once you escaped, you did everything you could to discreetly change your identity. Using your leftover riches from your family name, you were able to call in a person to help you ‘disappear.’ Gojo would never be able to track you. And with that, (Y/N) (L/N) vanished off the face of the earth. She was gone.

It was a nice, sunny day. You were relaxing at home.

It's been three years since then. By now, you should try to settle down, right? However, your cautiousness made you hesitant. If Gojo ever did come for you, the last thing you wanted was for someone to get caught in the crossfire. Like Nanami.

Upon reminiscing, you frown in realization. You never did find out anything about Nanami’s disappearance, didn’t you? Maybe he was dead after all. It wouldn't shock you if it turned out Gojo made him vanish. It'd line up with how creepy he had been thus far.

You offered him a small prayer in your mind. Hopefully he was at peace, wherever he was now.

After that, you went out onto the backyard porch. The crashing waves of the ocean ahead always set you at ease. The warm sun heated your skin. Leaning against the wooden railing, you closed your eyes, and lost yourself to the sound of nature.

"What a lovely sight." The sudden voice made you jump. What scared you the most was not that it terminated your solitary without warning, but that it took you years to forget about that cadence, until now.

Standing a few feet away on the platform, leaning against the railing, was a forbidden sight. A man that shouldn't exist in your little safe paradise. Somehow, he got here undetected, past all of your locks and security cameras.

Gojo turned to you with a charming smile. As if this was a reunion between two old friends. In a malevolent way, it was. "Though you could do much better than this, it's a nice place."

Remaining silent, you didn't say his name. You wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

How did he find you? Your benefactor, with no ties to the Gojo clan, changed your records, your appearance, and virtually anything that had to deal with your identity. Not a single trace was left. And yet, here he stood in your home.

Why couldn't he just leave you alone?

There were plenty of women out there he could easily have. Any of them would be happy to grant his desires, or even replace you as his estranged wife. You didn't understand why he insisted on having you.

"Why won't you give up already?" You asked calmly, an apathetic look in your eyes. At least three years have passed since you escaped the shackles of your predetermined live. Plenty of time for him to move on and find someone else. In a way, hiding was supposed to be your form of encouragement.

Between the two of you, he was much more stubborn. Arrogance paved the way for greed, and he refused to lose when it came to anything. A man with the mentality of a spoiled child. Such entitlement of course, extended to you. He didn't give up because he didn't want anyone else. Letting you go and moving on was too easy. Why settle for something he can get with ease, when it was much more exciting to chase what he can't have?

"I've already told you, (Y/N). Millions of times over…" He stepped closer while you retreated back. "I love you." His voice was warm and genuine.

"And it's a lie." You retorted with a razor-like glare. If he truly cared as much as he says, he would let you go. He wouldn't still be here. It was a selfish act, not one out of love. Perhaps he did a long time ago, but his sentimental emotions were corrupted by his egotism. "If you loved me, you'd leave me be."

"(Y/N). Why are you so selfish?" He asked, and you paused. As if a switch had been flipped, his expression grew cold. "Running away from your family, running away from me, and running away from us. You had a good life, and became a powerful sorcerer. Why would you throw that all away? For cowardice? For your insecurities?"

He held up his hand. A hopeful, promising shine was in his eyes. "I came here because I refuse to give up on you. I care about you. Come back with me, and I promise to help you. We'll get through this together. I'll make you happy." He proposed with a warm smile.

A pit formed in your stomach. Even now, he's still trying to manipulate you. Twisting the narrative to belittle your desire for freedom as an insecurity. Justifying his stalking and chasing after you as some sort of savior situation. That your autonomy was something that needed to be fixed. If you weren't so disgusted, you could see yourself laughing at the absurdity of it all. "No. I don't want to go anywhere with you." You gave him your answer.

"Aaah… that's not the right answer." He sighed with a hint of amusement. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he turned his back to the railing. Then he faced you and held out his hand.

He tried to use his ability, but you were quick to stop him. Your arm went limp, but you raised your leg. Kicking him as hard as you could, he was sent flying through the wall. He quickly recovered and got back up.

He dashed forward, and you swiftly dodged out of the way. You got a few good hits in, since he was wary to not use Limitless in excess against you. Now that he couldn't use it to protective himself, everything was fair game. You threw anything you could that was in the house. Lamps, décor, and even furniture. He dodged most of them.

"Enough with this, (Y/N)!" He called out to you. The house was nearly destroyed from all the fighting. Gojo grumbled under his breath. Now that he was aware you could nullify his ability, he had to get creative.

Suddenly, he disappeared from your vision. Heart racing in your chest, you glanced around the room and kept your guard up. There was no running outside, because he could be waiting at the exit.

You turned and sensed something. With your energy magic, you charged the tv to make it explode. Gojo emerged from the shadows and came at you. He was using his Limitless. You had no choice but to nullify it and prepare to counterattack, but suddenly, your mind went blank.

Just now, you had rolled the dice, and yielded the worst possible results. The worst part to neutralize… your brain. It made you lose.

When consciousness came back to you, Gojo was holding you in a tight grip. Pointed at your neck, the tip an inch away from your skin, was a syringe.

Gojo was breathing heavily. Pressing his built chest into your back, you could hear him in your ear. It was a good effort you put up against him, but now it was over. At last, he had you. "Let's go home, shall we?" He hummed with delight.

Before he could move, you snapped your fingers. A explosion of smoke erupted from your body, and the mass coated the air like a screen. You threw your head back, crashing into his face. His grip weakened slightly and you stomped on his foot with all your might, and jabbed your elbow into his abdomen. With a grunt of pain, he fully released you. Not wasting any time, you ran forward and dashed out the back door.

You spun around to see him emerge from the smoke to give chase. Reaching a hand into your pocket, you darted to the edge of the porch. You vaulted over wooden railing and jumped off. In your hand was a small device. You pressed the button.

A large explosion blew up your beloved home. There was a loud, thunderous crash. Debris flew in all directions, and the source was consumed in fire. Once your feet landed onto the sandy beach, you took off running.

On the run yet again. All the money you spent on disappearing the first time had significantly depleted your sources, and nearly the rest had just gone up in flames. You'd have to get creative with your next disappearance, for whatever time you had left.

As you were running, you suddenly stumbled and halted in place. The dizzy spell was so faint, it took you a second to recognize it. During that fight, the syringe must've touched you.

The unknown drug he gave you… you had no idea how much time you had until you passed out. However much time you had, it most likely wasn't enough to hide where you couldn't be found. All of your options were drying up.

Frozen, you stared at the ground. A blank expression haunted your tired features as you fixated on the gravel at your feet.

Was this it? It's all over?

Closing your eyes, you took a shaky breath. It's not. With your remaining strength, you continued running.

Gojo's manipulative speech to you, at first you completely dismissed it as nothing but deceptive garbage. It was bred on twisting your actions to make him seem like the victim. A gaslighting trap, to warp your perspective of reality, and convince you to return to him. Almost like the domains he put his enemies in. At least, that's what you originally thought. After reflecting upon it, you realized that there was some truth to his words. Even when fabricating lies, there will always be a hint of truth hiding in the cracks.

Maybe he was right.

All you've done is run away. In your youth, you fled from living a normal life to become the perfect child your parents wanted. At the expense of your childhood. You ran away from mistakes and imperfections to strive for greatness. Once that was over, you ran away from your family when they needed you most. Then you ran away from Gojo, from your relationship and your engagement. Here you were, proving him right by running away again.

If you kept going, you'd never be able to stop running. This track you set yourself upon, it was an endless one. A nonstop cycle of running on a wheel, with no destination. Gojo, while rendered vulnerable for the moment, was still immortal in the grand scheme of things. He held too much power. Untouchable and relentless, he'll be chasing you forever.

Perhaps… it was time to stop.

When you finally came to a halt, you were near the edge of a cliff. Below, the gathering ocean, crashing against the rocks. The comforting sound you had come to admire. The sun was setting in the sky, and the stars were finally revealing themselves. You've always wanted to come here, but you never found the opportunity.

"(Y/N)…" Gojo called your name. Though he sounded tired, there was a hint of teasing to it. It was the end of the line, after all. Even if you tried to jump, he could catch you. This game of tag had finally reached it's conclusion. "It's over. There's no need for this."

Silently, you met his gaze. The light breeze swept your hair as you stood still. A few seconds passed when you eventually parted your lips. "You're absolutely right." You said with a faint smile and soft eyes. "I'm done with you. Farewell, Satoru."

A bold choice of words. As much as he rather wouldn't, Gojo decided he'd have to hurt you, just so you couldn't run away anymore. Upon stepping back, you suddenly found yourself in a new space. The area around you was a celestial realm, a starry prison. He called his Limitless, and cemented you inside a domain. This way, you couldn't evade him. Even if you nullified it, he could just cast it again and again until you gave up.

So, he didn't know you were on the verge of collapsing. That was perfect.

Once more, you opened your eyes wide. They began to glow. Channeling all of your curse energy, you took his power, and turned it off.

Upon doing so, there was a sharp pain in your chest. Blood stopped pumping and your breath slowed to a cease. It was then that you lost feeling in your head, then your body. Falling back, you lost your balance and went over the edge. Your vision was growing blurry, and everything felt cold. Faintly, you could feel your body falling.

Cancelling his ability wasn't the ultimate goal. The consequences were. To negate all of his powers at once, you offered up the most important function of your body. The heart of the machine. It was held for as long as you could, and you made it.

Finally, you were away from him. To the one place where he couldn't get you. It might've been one last run, but it was something you did of your own volition. Nobody told you what to do, and you freely made your choice. Maybe Gojo could have given you a promising life, but you would never be happy. This outcome was what satisfied you. Your legs had grown tired from running, and now you could finally rest.

rip girlie

i like how at the start i was trolling but at the end it just got sad :')

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[secretmellowblog]

I hope tumblr doesn’t die because No other social media site is as good for long, thoughtful, nuanced analyses of media. Yeah tumblr is also full of dumb shallow hot takes and shitposts, but you can make dumb shallow hot takes and shitposts anywhere —-there are no other popular social media sites that let you easily format and share long essays on the media you enjoy, and then have conversations around those long essays.

Fandom on all the other big social websites just seems so utterly …shallow. And it’s not because people on other websites aren’t thoughtful or don’t have deep things to say, but because these sites’ formats do not allow for any kind of long nuanced conversations.

Tiktok? Things have to be crammed into a super short video with an attention grabbing headline, and you can’t hyperlink sources. Instagram? Everything has to be in an image format with strict limits on length, and nothing will be shown to your followers anyway because of how Instagram’s algorithm works, and also no hyperlinks. Twitter? Strict character limits, and if you split it into threads it means someone can retweet a part of your essay completely out of context, and also very little freedom with formatting.

It frustrates me so much. If I go into the Tumblr Les Mis fandom I’ll find really compelling long essays on the original novel (including essays being written for the ongoing book club) on the story’s historical context, or the parallels between different characters and their narrative foils, or the way the politics were defanged for certain adaptations, or the way Victor Hugo’s personal life and failings affected the novel. But on tiktok I’ll get the same five shallow stale jokes from 2013 over and over, or maybe the same “DID U KNO THAT IN THE MUSICAL JAVERT AND VALJEAN SING THE SAME LEITMOTIF” style of basic Intro To Les Mis 101 For Babies media analysis (which is what Tiktok considers deep media analysis), or stale “LOL JAVERT ACTS GAY” style jokes as if we’re living in the early 2000s and calling a character gay is still a funny punchline. And it’s impossible to have any kind of deeper thoughtful discussions than “DID U KNOW <x Kool Fact>” or “lol <shallow observational joke>” on tiktok because the platform just isn’t built for building niche communities around in depth conversations. it’s built to churn out bland generic content for as wide an audience as possible, which means pointing out a small detail like an Easter egg and calling it “cool” is deep media analysis, because you cant have longer more in depth conversations without alienating people. And I hate it. Bc like, it’s not because there aren’t smart clever thoughtful people on Tiktok— there are—it’s because Tiktok isn’t built for these conversations, and anyone who wants to have them has to really fight against the things the website encourages or prioritizes!

Or like, if I go into the LOTR fandom on Tumblr, I’ll find tons of extremely long analysis and fanfic, and analysis of queer readings of the story. On Instagram people will still shriek in terror if you suggest the characters are gay, and most of the popular lotr posts are stale memes recycled from like 2007. There’s really no room for thoughtful media analysis, and even if you did create it, instagram’s algorithm would make sure no one saw your post anyway.

And everyone’s going to say “the algorithm shows you what you’ve seen before so maybe it’s your fault ~” or whatever but i do look for things I want! I do! “The algorithm” doesn’t know me or what I want or value or care about beyond this meaningless surface level.

The only thing that was worthwhile about these sites was the great visual art people were creating, but now the websites are overwhelmed with meaningless soulless machine-generated AI glurge, and it sucks. It just really, really sucks.

I’m honestly confused about why people don’t use tumblr….There’s no character limits! You have freedom with post formatting, and can insert images throughout textposts to illustrate specific points you’re making beneath the paragraphs where they’re necessary! You can add hyperlinks, linking to your sources! People can reblog your entire essay and share it, and then add on with commentary that then becomes part of a larger conversation! People can find your stuff through the tagging system! Reblogging means posts stay in circulation for years instead of being dead 30 minutes after they’re uploaded! If you want to have genuinely interesting text conversations about a piece of media, there really isn’t a better social media website for it anywhere.

To be clear, I’m definitely not saying Tumblr media analysis is *always* clever and thoughtful or etc etc. there are shitposts and nonsense here too (plenty of which I’ve created lol.) I’m saying that Tumblr gives people the tools for in-depth insightful analysis to happen. Whether people choose to do it or not is their own decision XD. But the reason lengthy in-depth conversations and book clubs are even possible here is because Tumblr is built for allowing these conversations to happen, in a way other sites simply aren’t.

It’d really suck if it died, because it’d be a huge blow to…being able to easily find long insightful in-depth media analysis written by fans. I currently don’t think there’s anything that could replace it.

[hypocrisyofandrewdobson]

I had read kiwi farms for many years before stopping last year. I think one of the problem with the site is that too many members becomes too political. I am an no-american and I feel a good part of the left and right in USA seems to have lost their minds since 2016.

I am from the left and I have no problem laughing at horrible people like Moviebob, but I feel lot of topics just existed about people (especially celebrities) just because they had political opinions several users disagree with. And too many seemed obsessed with trans. Before leaving I had stopped looking at several part of the forum because I was just tired of the fucking cutural war.

I think part of the problem is that since several news described kiwi farms as a all-right site so many MAGA newbies come in and acted like that was their safe space and lacked self-awarness. That kinda boring seeing for the 1000 times Trump fan being triggered at people being triggered by Donald Trump.

That a shame because several users posted several interesting messages. I especially remember that one with a Fritz the cat avatar who have good knowledge about animations. For that matter, I feel John Kricfalusi topic is a good example of how I wish most topics would be: informations about that guy, some funny jokes but not too much shitposting and also he isn't a lolcow because 'Grrr grrr he doesn't vote for my side grr grr'.

(for for gramar, english isn't my first language)

I would say that’s a fairly solid assessment of the current Kiwi Farms, yeah. I don’t even really go into many threads these days aside from Off Topic where people talk about games or movies or what have you. As someone who’s been on that forum for almost a decade, you can really tell how things have changed.

And yeah, 2016 broke a lot of people in really weird ways all over the political compass. Shi posting is much more entertaining than arguing about dumb political stuff.

EDIT: Oh, and your English was fine, don’t worry. I understood you perfectly.

[chryblossomjjk]

Hi kiki😊 I just wanted to say that I love your blog so much and I'm new so yay! I hate that you get hate and mean asks/comments, you really don't deserve it and seem like a super sweet person! 💜 You are very talented and I love your fics. Please don't let the hate get to you! You have lots of people who love you and your blog and are here for you! Take care of yourself 💜💜😊 English isn't my first language so im sorry in case I messed up on anything

hi friend! you never ever have to apologize about english not being your first language >:( 💗 but thank you! i do have a lot of support on here that im grateful for! also welcome to the blog, v happy to have u love !!!

i try to remember that all of the mean comments i get are about the most minuscule things ever and they always have the same or similar typography (it’s giving v much one person alexa play obsessed by mariah carey lmao). sometimes being on here can be super overwhelming and frustrating. like im not perfect obvi but i do try to be kind to everyone i interact with on here. it’s been getting harder as of late lol, as there are people who just don’t like me and try to find whatever they can cling onto to hate me over like… all this bc i delete my incoherent shitposts at the end of the day lmao?? like i didnt do a single thing to yall!!! and it’s not only weird anons it’s like someone waiting to report and flag every single one of my fics as soon as their posted. just super strange and unnecessary bc i literally don’t even know why like i haven’t done anything to these people aishgsidbsmdn-

but yeah!! should probably just stop responding to em as it’s taking me out of character n messing w my perception of myself. i do ignore most but it’s v hard to ignore all the time when they actively seek out my blog and obsess over me like im min yoongi or smth lol like i promise there are much cooler ppl to follow with a red thread and pics pinned to a board than me lmao 🤨🤨🤨

yeah again, thank you for the sweet anon!! and thank you so much for reading my fics!! like at the end of the day all i want to do on here is share my dumb lil stories and interact with others who are in the same fandom!! going to be limiting my time on here for the time being, and hopefully that’ll allow me to finish my next fic bc i am PROCRASTINATING WISHSHMEJDJ!! anyways, thank you for being here. i appreciate you a lot, and everyone else on here who makes this space healthy 💗

[viviskull]

@oflostinfound​​ | Still Accepting

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((Genuinely?  If there’s one million fans for your OCs, I am one of them screaming in delight at all their lore drops.  If there’s only 10 fans for Hax and Eath, I am one of them enjoying all the art you post about them.  If there’s only one fan for these goobers, I am their cheerleader because man they are my favorite fictional baseball team.))

((But all joking aside, I do love all the hard work you put into bringing your OCs to life given they’re only just a pair of sim creations slapped onto a tumblr post.  Be it through a dumb shitpost or seeing them acting out through an emotional breakdown for a thread?  They might be daemons, but goodness they feel so human whenever I get the privilege of reading about them through your writing.  They laugh, they cry, they deal with guests suddenly breaking into their home, and they worry about everyday little things!  It might not be anything real extreme or big movie time thriller for most, but I am a sucker for the little details.  They react to situations as they come and they’re just trying to live a simple life as it comes by.

Maybe it isn’t for everyone, but I love you put so much heart into your characters that way.  All those little things speak the world about their personalities and I couldn’t be more prouder of the stuff you’ve made over the time I found you sometime ago.  You are passionate for what you create, and that’s saying something since I only really follow folks who honestly seem like they have fun with the silly things they make!

Plus, you the mun have been nothing but a sweetheart too!  We’ve only chatted a few times, and only the spirits know I know you’re just a shy bean sometimes whenever I suddenly drop into your message box, but I do think you’re pretty neat.  Keep up the good work!  You’re a star who deserves all the world for what it’s worth.))

[memoirsofareddittroll]

AITA Shitpost #1: If you're from Africa, then why are you white?

So, here we go with the first one dating back to January, 2022. This one I'm particularly proud of, as it was my first, and it reached over 100 comments shortly before being recognized as fake by the mods. You can find the original post here (although, since it was locked, you won't be able to read it). Luckily for you, though, I still have the account and can thus share the post with you below.

"AITA for not knowing a lot about geography?

I use a throw away, because this situation is apparently embarrassing for me, so I would prefer not to be traced to my real account.

This started when I (24M) overheard some friends M (24M) and G (25M) talking about economics. I decided to join in, because one of them said the phrase “African immigrants,” which I thought was quite humorous, because it is an oxymoron. I pointed this out, and they both just looked at me. G asked me do I know what an oxymoron is? And I answered yes, I think it is a contradictory phrase. G then asked me what was the contradiction? to which I responded that “immigrant” implies to leave ones country, and one doesn’t leave ones country when he or she goes from Africa to the other states. Then M asked me what had I meant by “other states”? I responded that I had been fairly certain that Africa was a state, and that if it was not then it would not make sense to say common terms like “African-American,” as then being African would not make you automatically American.

Indubitably the conversation devolved to M and G mocking me for having thought that Africa would be apart of the United States. It became particularly bad when M said that what I had said was stupid, which obviously angered me, so I told him to shut up, cursed him out, and then remarked that him being a knowitall was the reason why no one liked him. M and G became really defensive after I said that, therefore I have seen neither of them since the argument. Since then, all of our mutual friends have been phoning me and saying I was rude.

On one hand, I feel that I may have been a bit harsh on them. On another hand, I have always considered myself a considerably intelligent person, so I think it rude and dishonest for M to insinuate that I am stupid. So, Reddit, AITA?"

Looking back on my first piece after a year of shitposting, the most striking part to me is that my work has gotten kinda sloppy over time. I put a lot of effort into my first post—here you can clearly see a well-defined character (well, more like a caricature, but in r/AITA terms they might as well be synonyms) which was carefully infused into the writing in a way that I unfortunately haven't been able to replicate since. I'm sure you noticed how pretentious I sounded throwing in clunky grammar and misusing words like "indubitably" and "therefore."

I also had a good bit of lore prepared—my character was eventually intended to whip out the fact that he was a member of Mensa as a last resort (as if that somehow excused thinking that Africa was a state in the US). Unfortunately, this is where I got a bit carried away with the commenting and eventually got my post taken down.

My personal favorite exchange in the comments was my third (and last!) comment here, which I think might have been what gave me away to the mods.

I learned from my mistakes that Africa is not a state in the US, and I now know that it is a country in its own right!

The thread got reposted to r/AmITheDevil, which is one of my main criteria for success in these stories. Most people there were calling me out as an obvious troll (one even dared to call me a low-effort troll, which I took particular offense to), as opposed to the maybe one or two comments on the original post calling it out as a shitpost.

Maybe I leaned into the dumb American stereotype too much, but I guess that's the whole point of these shitposts. Either way I still look back on it as a success, even if it did have some rougher aspects.

Anyway, my second post was more successful and was never removed (and even includes some DM action!) so I might post these out of order to let it stay up for a bit longer. Let me know if liked this, thought I was a pathetic loser with no life, or want to see more, or just generally what you think.

[bythebonefire]

You know, sometimes I think about the value just dumb little shitposts can have to RP.

I love big, elaborately plotted threads as much as the next person. I love collaborating with people to tell a story--that’s the sort of thing RP is all about! But when I look back at the past year and a half of writing these muses, there’s been so many little instances of dumb little joke threads and dash commentary posts and things that built on each other to add detail to character. Stuff that’s not necessarily moving anything forward, but still expresses something about that character and their dynamics with other characters, and goes on to have an impact on the plot down the line.

I kind of think about it like the filler episodes in Sailor Moon. They don’t forward the plot on their own, but the good filler episodes fill in supplementary details about the girls and their relationships with each other. 

The whole “shark coochie” thing with Ferno was a dumb joke that started on Discord and expanded into a running gag through various shitposts and short back-and-forth joke threads. But it came to, weirdly enough, be a part of building his character, and contribute to telling something about him. Namely, that while Ferno runs a sleazy nightclub, there’s a part of him that aspires to do something more. He wants to make real food for people. He’s creative, he experiments, he goes all in with his fixations. He lacks the awareness sometimes to know that maybe people don’t want a fancy charcuterie board at a nightclub, but that shows maybe a nightclub isn’t where he truly wants to be deep down. He’s dedicated enough to learn about fairly complex techniques and skills, but sometimes jumps the gun on the basics (like, you know, how charcuterie is actually pronounced). Charcuterie itself being focused on curing and preserving, stretching out what you have to last longer, speaks to someone who is used to having to make food last. They’re little details that have become a part of Ferno’s character over time, and have contributed to other story arcs he’s been involved in.

What I’m saying I guess is that “shark coochie” was a significant thematic device on this blog? But also it’s just fun seeing the little ways that improvisational back-and-forth with your RP friends, little jokes you throw out there to try and make them laugh, one-off interactions that don’t move any particular thread forward, still contribute to the story you’re telling with your blog. It’s just one of the things about RP I find really fun.

[more-than-a-princess]

So, it's already 2023 but I just wanted to send you something anyway!

Getting to develop and build Ryuji and Sonia's bond has been absolute joy - I just love having someone who is as passionate about it as I am and seeing our threads always brings a smile to my face.

You've really given me an appreciation for Sonia and it's mostly because of you - and a few others - that I do want to play the game in the near future so that I have a chance to know and appreciate Sonia, though in my mind, she probably won't ever measure up to the wonderful and dorky and endearing image of Sonia you've crafted through your portrayal and your writing and our interactions together.

Sometimes, it feels like we've only just recently started interacting, other times it feels like we've been writing together for years. I love that we can share dorky things about them and gush and agonize about them from the sidelines. I think you are an incredibly patient, kind and open-minded person and a really good friend who deserves all the best so I hope 2023 gives you just that - all of the happiness and luck and good vibes that you deserve. I hope we'll get to write lots of Ryuji/Sonia stuff together!

Send me your end of year/beginning of year thoughts or just shitpost with me on dash - Accepting

Jassi, thank you so much! You've stuck around since the very beginning, and I'm so happy you're here and we've continued to build our interactions! Even though I don't know much about P5 beyond the anime and you're not familiar with Sonia's game, it's still cool because we just build our own universe that's probably less depressing than our muses' canon verses. And they deserve to have some joy in their lives honestly.

All I can say about playing Danganronpa is:

Lower your expectations in pretty much every way. You'll have a better time. I write a Danganronpa muse but that doesn't mean it's a great game in every aspect.

A lot of the characters are not very fleshed out, thus many of us canon writers in the DR RPC have to make up a lot of headcanons to make them believable. Or at least give us material to work with beyond silly tropes.

The order goes: DR1 (or if you want a perfect run-through with a heck of a lot less character building, the DR anime), SDR2, DR: Ultra Despair Girls (technically optional), DR3 the anime, DRv3. If you find you love the DR1 and SDR2 stories, watch DR3: it concludes the story that was built over both games + UDG. v3 is completely different. I'm very biased and will say SDR2 is the best of the games.

Honestly, I tend to feel like I'm a terribly impatient and snarky/cynical person at times, so it helps to hear from others that I'm not quite as sharp-tongued as I think I am. I hope this is an excellent year for you as well!

I have hope for Ryuji/Sonia finally confessing feels this year. For mutuals, this is probably the most slow-burn ship on this blog: it's probably close to 3 years by now, if not more?

In any case, have this very incorrect quote but actually probably correct, considering Ryuji and Sonia:

Ryuji: I’ve been dropping them the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response. Sonia: Wow. They sound stupid. Ryuji: But they’re not. They’re really smart actually. Just dense. Sonia: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey! I love you!” Ryuji: I guess you’re right. Hey Sonia-san, I love you. Sonia: See! Just say that! Ryuji: Holy fucking shit. Sonia: If that flies over their head then, sorry Ryuji-san, but they're too dumb for you. Ryuji: SONIA.

[goblins-riddles-or-frocks]

vi what is going on omg

I don’t even know, it’s bizarre!

Basically my original point was that sometimes when people in fandom have a favorite character, they tend to bend over backwards to justify every single thing they’ve ever done. Or to explain why they’re Not Bad Actually.

This gets… thorny with the Millennium characters in Hellsing. I know the quick argument is to say “Well no one is claiming Millennium characters don’t suck.” Which true! The thing that fans seem to want to argue the most is that their faves aren’t actually Nazis. And what I see happen most often is people starting to add qualifiers about what makes a real Nazi, in order to absolve their anime characters. And it can, and often does, quickly slide into actual Nazi apologist rhetoric. You can get the typical “just following orders” type excuses and even more convoluted “well what does a swastika mean, really?” arguments.

Millennium characters are explicitly, in canon, literal WWII Nazis. When you start splitting hairs over that, it’s really uncomfortable!

And honestly I have seen a lot of it over the years. On tumblr, on reddit (sooo much on reddit jfc), on Discord servers— that I promptly left lmao. I have no intention though of randomly tagging people who I feel have posted distasteful things or getting into fights with them. I don’t have the time or the interest!

But that one person apparently felt the need to make their outrage over me complaining about something on my own blog into everyone’s problem. They seem determined to believe that I am like, personally harassing and policing anyone who likes Millennium characters? Anyway I literally could not care less who likes them, and that is not what I meant by Nazi apologism.

They’re definitely not characters I care about? I find them kind of boring and distasteful outside of their roles as villains/what they thematically represent for the other characters, so I don’t personally write fic or meta stuff about them. But like I’ve literally also made dumb shitposts and jokes about Millennium characters. I cannot state enough how much I do not care about someone deciding to RP as or write fic for them. I have a job, I pay taxes lmao. It’s not my problem.

Anyway I blocked that person so they’d stop trying to talk to me, and then instead they decided to do a weird callout post esque screencapping of my post thread, even though it’s literally all public and in a single post. I’m not sure what they’re trying to accomplish? But the entitlement and sealioning is incredibly funny.

On a semi related note, someone else also told me that apparently a blog in the replies to my post had a call out post written about them? I literally don’t know anything about that lol I only vaguely recognize the url as someone who’s sent me asks in the past. We’re not mutuals, I don’t know them. Sorry?

I don’t typically get into fights on tumblr, and I wasn’t trying to get into one now! I can literally count on one hand the number of times I’ve gotten into tumblr drama over the like decade I’ve been on this site with various accounts. But yeah apologies for spamming the dash with nonsense omg

[emilyofjane]

I don’t think people quite understand what I mean when I say that Neopets and Tumblr are exactly the same.

I mean that the conversations on the Neoboards are literally indistinguishable from the dumb shitpost threads on my Tumblr dashboard.

Like,,,tell me you can’t totally see this exact conversation happening on Tumblr. Tell me you can’t imagine someone posting this and getting the exact same level of dumbassery in the comments.

Exactly. You can’t.

NEOPETS AND TUMBLR ARE LITERALLY THE EXACT SAME.

[macbeth-s]

figured id kill two birds with one stone and do both blogs in one go. tagged by @tennet (😘😘) & @arnos @eivor-basim 💖💖💖

main blog in orange, side blog in blue,

1. why did you choose your url? look if matthias schoenaerts gabriel oak told me he had a farm brought me a baby sheep and asked me to marry him id say yes straight away rip to bathsheba everdene but im different // idk like ezio is cool i guess? not that big of a deal, i definitely didnt fall into the ezio rabbit hole ok IM NOT AN EZIO SIMP SHUT UP

2: Any side blogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them. im over on @ezioauditore-s if you wanna come see me scream about assassins creed dilfs (don't ask)

3: How long have you been on tumblr? i think i started this blog mid 2018, but i used to run a blog pre 2014 (a dark era)

4: Do you have a queue tag? yes but it is empty atm, rn im just spamming 60 posts in a row and leaving

5: Why did you start your blog in the first place? as a rdr2 blog (my beloved) // to save all my main blog mutuals another rebranding

6: Why did you choose your icon/pfp? kinda "i just wanna wear a broad rimmed hat in a english countryside" kinda vibe // the opposite vibe ok DILF EZIO RIGHTS!!!!

7: Why did you choose your header? its pretty! i haven't seen a proper autumn in a while :(( /// MILF EZIO MY BELOVED (again pls dont ask im not a simp stopppp)

8: What’s your post with the most notes? this ugly ass witcher timeline post which i forever resent because i hate the way it looks // this ac lore post which i stand by to this day

9: How many mutuals do you have?

like 90? omg how? why?

10: How many followers do you have? jesus abt 3.5k iive changed too many times 😂😂 / nearly 600!!!💖💖

11: How many people do you follow?

490+ ok yea i need a refresh

12: Have you ever made a shitpost? every text post i made in the It Era of my blog especially this one (based on a true story) // aforementioned ac lore post + this ac thigh high boot post which is the weirdest thread ever but i love it

13: How often do you use tumblr each day? too often i have no sleep schedule what about it?

14: Did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won? a few i guess, that one person who stole my gifs and said they didnt know they were stolen (you stole...the text as well beech????) // also every argument i have with a certain mutual who wont accept their crush on a particular goth elf king (pls stop asking)

15: How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

dumb guilt tripping stupidity ((:

16: Do you like tag games?

yes! tho half the time i forget im tagged 😂

17: Do you like ask games?

100% except the horrifying reality that your mutuals will probably use it to bully you 🤡

19: Do you have a crush on a mutual? i would hug & kiss them all but young people haven't gotten the vaccine in australia yet :((

tagging @fuckinherondale @leofriths

[desafia]

24. Have you ever left a fandom because of negativity?

mun questions || @tremrs 

not directly because of that,  but i was in the 100 rpc for i think like? four years?  and it was super fucking toxic at times.  i learned all my hard lessons about being online in that fandom so by the time i’d started focusing on my oc with my own lore i was just really burnt out on the fandom.  i will say,  it was pretty chill and quiet by the time i left.  it just didn’t strike joy and i had dealt with too much bad vibes. 

22. are there any red roleplay flags for you that make you back off immediately?

i think one of things i look at is how people post ooc.  i’m all for being active out of character i love it.  i prefer people who like to shitpost,  hop in my IM’s,  tell us random stuff about their day etc.  it’s the best.  but,  if i see too much guilt trippy posts i tend to back away.  i’ve known a lot of people who would complain constantly about not feeling welcomed or no one wanting to write with them,  but they never consistently replied to threads or memes and barely contributed no matter how much you tried to interact with them.  these people usually end up turning out to be energy vampires who are hardcore manipulating their friends in private. also send themselves anon hate for attention.  just a mess and also the kinda shit i saw in the 100 rpc all the time lmao 

13. is there one trope you can’t stand? 

one of the tropes i’m not a fan of how it’s utilized is miscommunication.  if a plot requires making the characters act completely incompetent and incapable of talking to each other like normal human beings i just can’t take it.  the whole ‘i overheard about 3 seconds of your conversation and then assumed 100 things from it and am not going to let you explain ever’ it’s so dumb. 

[cloudedhues]

i think the issue of Internet Discourse (especially on topics prevalent in liberal arts studies and activist discourse like race, class, sexuality, gender, etc.) is inextricable from the issue of space in the internet, specifically social media. twitter and tumblr are built as platforms of identity. you make a profile listing who you are (or your internetsona, whatever) and you speak from your platform. arguments are as old as time but this is a first in that we’re presenting our arguments presumably to everybody in the world (or everybody who has internet access and frequents these internet spaces) and with rapid immediacy.

so when i talk about space, i also talk about intent. i wager that the first internet people who made more insular forums/mail list servers then made massively disseminated mediums of social media didn’t exactly imagine that fraught and more often that not unwieldy discussions of social constructs, ideologies and the more concretized forms of actual politics and law would be hashed out on a grand scale in the vein of monkeys just throwing their own shit on the wall aka my twitter feed. this is not to discount the powerful use of social media for genuine and impactful activism but to highlight the unspoken expectation that everyone in the internet has to come to an Agreed Consensus and has to be on the Same Level of Knowledge/Awareness.

and i compare this to the space of academia, which while is the bane of my existence and has definitely been built to cater to white, Western sensibility is also built for the purpose of education and actual discourse. yes, people argue sometimes about the dumbest shit but there is a mutual effort made to lay out their arguments in a way that’s not purely reactionary or built on scouring someone’s identity platform as a gotcha against their argument or using the vernacular of callousness (i.e. being so free to treat virtual strangers with such disdain, intimacy or casualness that borders on discomfort). it’s a space intended for you to ask or state any dumb, fraught question/comment you want and while your fellow classmates may rightly or wrongly judge you, your professor (if they’re actually good at their job) will help you unpack the problematics, nuances and historical context of what you said and make it a learning moment for everybody. and sometimes this learning moment is realizing that pure and whole consensus is sometimes not completely possible in a heterogenous society. it’s a space built for you to continue asking questions rather than coming to a singular, sometimes essentialist answer (which is what often happens when talking about race, class, etc etc)

social media wasn’t built for this (and that’s not to say it should have been like no one here is designated or paid to educate anyone). sometimes, smaller communities will attempt to form spaces in which good faith discourse can occur (like some activist resource communities here in tumblr) but your post is still contained within the wider, global space of the internet. someone can screenshot what you said and call you an idiot in a separate completely decontextualized reddit thread and you can’t really do anything about it.

all of this to say that if these discourses are of import to you, you have to control/contain your space and who you engage with because these sites won’t (again, personally i think so much drama here can be minimized if posts have the option to be non-rebloggable). and if that’s not possible, it’s best i think that your activism extends outwards to your own community with people whose names and faces you actually know. because if you rely on purely disseminating posts on these free-for-all sites where fun for-pleasure shitposts are freely mixed in with serious, troubling long news articles, as your only form of activist praxis, your activism will display that and be incomplete for it

[steponmepinkjun]

I NEVER FINISHED MY STORY OMG. ok so i left off at being too proud to tell my friend she was right and kpop fucked hard. the difference between u and me is that i’m too good of a liar. too good. i kept up the “i hate kpop it’s cringe” facade for ALMOST TWO WHOLE YEARS, I SHIT YOU NOT. why? bc my dumb ass, extra ass, dramatic ass self thought “ok if i’m gonna have to deal with the embarrassment of admitting i’m wrong, i better do it in such an extra ass way it’ll knock ur socks off so hard that YOULL be the one embarrassed not me.” the original plan was to learn the entire choreography to bts dope, bc it’s the song that she told me to listen to and inevitably the song that got me into them, but later switched to bts fire bc i saw too many of those “choreo matches w any song” videos, and then her birthday party came up. and here’s the real kicker. her birthday is April Motherfuckin Fools. so it would be So Perfect for me to reveal my kpopism as a birthday present And a april fools prank in one. so i was Set on the Reveal being on april 1st, but the day rolls around and god that choreo is so fucking hard and i am Not a dancer. never have been. so i abandon that and go ykno what… i’ll do it Next Year. BC MY BITCHASS WAS LIKE NO THE MOMENT IS TOO PERFECT TO DO IT ON A NORMAL ASS DAY ITS GONNA BE ON APRIL FOOLS ON HER GODDAMN BIRTHDAY OR NOT AT ALL. a year rolls by, i’ve told most of our friends except her and they’re all in on it, i’d made so many subtle kpop references to her without her realising they were fully intentional and had too many scares where she almost figured me out but i lied my way out of it, and i’d given up on showing off with choreography bc i couldn’t make that shit look good. i’m not a dancer. i am, however, a rapper, and a damn good one, so i inhaled the agust d mixtape and decided i’d just rap the eminem of kpop’s anthem at her face. in korean. and change the lyrics at the end (if u haven’t listened to agust d, the bridge repeats “i’m sorry” a lot) to “i’m sorry i kept this from u for so long” and “i’m sorry i actually ult got7 not bts” (this was like the april after skz debuted ok i was holding onto got7 for dear life knowing full well skz we’re going to convert me smh) and the best part? she never saw it coming. her official present was a cd with a bunch of kpop on it but she thought it was just a personalised mixtape for her so i told her to play the first song out loud and she knew the song Instantly. it has a long intro so she was like “i guess u did listen when i recommended u this song!! i knew you’d like it since u like rap so much!!” and then i started rapping and i shit u not. she started SCREAMING. like the initial reaction was her jaw dropping and then instinctively covering her mouth but when i kept going and she realised i wasn’t fucking around she just fucking screamed like a banshee. at the end during the sorry bit i threw off my jacket to reveal a got7 shirt on the inside and she fell off her chair and started rolling around on the floor. needless to say it was every bit as satisfying as i thought it’d be LMAOOOO afterwards her ass was like “I CANT BELIEVE U HID THIS FROM ME FOR OVER A YEAR” and when i tried to explain my ego couldn’t take the “i told u so” she was like “you know i wouldn’t have made fun of you for it right? i would just be glad you’re not hating on my boys anymore” so basically i’m a big dramatic fool and she was always too good for me.

don’t mind the weird spaces here my ipad is being all fucky wucky w me rn. damn sad to hear ur sideblog experience didn’t go so well, i’d have shown u the cool side of the fandom if i knew 😤😤 leading u thru the cursed halls of kpop stan tumblr like a sketchy tour guide that’s actually 3 small raccoons stacked on top of each other like a trench coat, like “over here we have the fanfic writers that honestly need to publish a book, over here we have the gif makers that are responsible for my entire camera roll, if we take a quick swerve past the death threat anons and the twt fanwar screenshots - mind ur feet bub the 14 year olds were tryna make a grab for ur ankles - ah here’s the holy grail of shitposts, you might be here for hours, to the right we have the weird aussie side of the fandom that projects our childhoods onto chanlix but also all the members as we decide what their life in australia would’ve been like, and down there is a secret trapdoor to the blogs w endless random headcanons that will make you laugh, cry or blush depending on if the author woke up and decided to choose violence today. enjoy your Stay!” but then again i’m not so active on tumblr anymore (ngl you’ve become the highlight of my tumblr experience these days, interaction wise,) so maybe all my Local Hotspots are inactive now. i know a bunch of them are, it’s sad. “i don’t fw stan twitter for the same reason i don’t hang out in meth dens” oop. guess i’m a meth addict. no but i get u i rly do, it’s a hellhole out there, but the fact that things get shared and spread a lot easier than on tumblr and how short most things have to be (therefor keeping up w my adhd attention span without having to resort to the mental torture that is tiktok, with the added bonus of not always needing headphones.) that i just. couldn’t leave if i tried. maybe i should try being active on tumblr again but it’s a dying site in comparison.

“their music doesn’t consistently hit for me as much as skz” i’m sorry we can’t be friends anymore. what. what. you don’t dramama ramama ramama hey? you don’t feel a little jealousyyyyyy, naega anin? you don’t shoot out, shoot out, shoot out, or aremdaeun love killa love killa? you can’t be your hero du du du du du du du du du dududu? u disappoint me. literally like everyone i know who likes skz music likes mx music like it’s a rite of Passage. they’re kindred spirits, monsta x music is like skz’s music’s cool but mildly heterosexual older brother. neither of them know what a bad song is it runs in the family. and both their music runs in my VEINS. whenever i describe my music taste they’re always the first two that come to mind, skz being my number 1 bc they are my best boys but mx bc of the Flavour. pls listen to the entire the code album then get back to me 😤🙌 ok but fr ur so right they are 7 of the finest men i ever seen (yes i say 7 bc i’m including wonho cause he deserved better and i’ll die on my ot7 bullshit.) like don’t get me started on them either LOL i LITERALLY downloaded that one insta video of changkyun working out his back n arm muscles w his tattoo showing bc i needed that shit saved for Science. they could do Anything w me like frfr. yes vixx is the bdsm contract group i’m telling ya they wildin. or at least they were. it’s been years since their last comeback idk what they’re doing anymore tbh. and yeah that makes sense, savouring the hyperfixation i feel it, but also i’m so attached to skz that i never let it die. like i hyperfixate on other things and other groups but i will Always go back to skz cause they’re my homeboys. hell, they’re my home. being a predebut stay i’ve spent more time w skz than most of my actual family members at this point. but that’s just me you do u boo xx just know that if ur anything like me ur never letting go once skz it’s been my longest lasting fixation cause they hit like Nothing Else Do. ik i’ve already said that but i cannot stress it enough. they’re really special. i’m gonna stop here before i get all sappy and emotional bc i really love those boys so fucking much and i don’t drop the L bomb often. SIDE NOTE I WOULD LIKE TO SEE UR LIST OF GROUPS RANKED BY THORSt. i need to judge ur Taste. and omg cat&dog is such a guilty pleasure song bc the lyrics make me cringe so much bc while pet play can be fun they be doing it in more of an “i’m an innocent soft dogboy uwu” kinda way that just Does Not Sit Right with me. it comes back to the objectifying of asians that asians themselves don’t help in industries like these and maybe i’m looking too far into it when rly it is just wholesome n cute or maybe they are into some pet play shit idk idc i will bop to the song regardless but i will not acknowledge the lyrics nope.

YOURE RIGHT THO SKZ’S OPENNESS IS IN FACT, A BIG DEAL, i’ll grab them for u if u want but i found these twt threads of skz supporting the lgbt community and i just felt a special kind of happiness man like sure the delusional part of me likes going “haha they’re gay” bc my brain likes to imagine them as my polycule of mlm boyfriends bc sometimes thats what gives me the serotonin to get me thru the day ok don’t judge but also bc it’s nice knowing that yes i’ll never know them personally, but at least i can support them knowing they’d respect my gender identity and my pronouns, they’d respect who i choose to love, and that’s already more than the general public can say so shit, it is special! it’s special that they don’t treat being cishet like the norm - they constantly remove gender from their songs and speech entirely, they don’t assume all stays are female anymore, we don’t talk abt the babygirls incident cause we got babystays in the end outta that ok, and it’s just. so refreshing and important to me bc i can’t get that anywhere else!! like my semi ults are the boyz and while i love them very much and there’s no way all 11 of them are straight i refuse, i do get just a little bit sad whenever they she/her their fandom by default and call them their girlfriends n shit even tho i do still identify as a girl, i’m also genderfluid/nonbinary/transmasc, and i have a very love/hate relationship w my womanhood and rarely use she/her pronouns, cause it’s like, do you not see me? see us? the ones who aren’t cishet women? i mean i know kevin does bc he congratulated a fan who came out as nb but it’s just not the same as the openness we get w skz. like how do i trust cishets i could be supporting them as a queer person when in reality they’d call me a slur. what would i know, behind the screen? so it’s so good that skz go the extra mile to make it a safe space for everyone. this is already long enough i will reply to the second half of that ask in another message… tomorrow cause it’s 1am and i’m tired gn -felix bi anon

I'mma have to start putting these under a readmore so that i don't absolutely make everything who is still following me for some reason go totally fucking insane 😂

NDJDHWJJAHFNAKBSJSBFBHHDBDNAJD YOU HAVE NO IDEA THE FACES I WAS MAKING READING THIS, I WAS FUCKING CACKLING AND GASPING EVERY OTHER SENTENCE SO HARD THAT I SCARED THE CATS NDJWHSHSB the fact that you went "oh you want me to get into kpop? Give me a hot minute, and I'll give you a whole ass private concert for free" biduehsjdbd biiiiiiiiiiitch you're a fucking ICON, I stg I could NEVER 😂 (and not just because I couldn't find a tune if you gave me a printed set of Google maps directions and that I embody the steriotype that white people can't dance, like my sister kept sensing me tiktoks of the whole "dance like a white girl" trend going lmfao look it's you and eventually I was like "sis please this trend has me feeling like being white is a disability and these mothafuckers are being ableist 😭 also I could NEVER be that on beat so yall ain't even doin it right 😭😭😭😭"). Tbh if I told one of my friends (lol what friends, i got jokes) to get into Skz and they showed up at my bday and performed the entirety of I Got It I would simply shower them in money and go "aight everyone else go home, you are no longer needed, you are being laid off, your position has been eliminated, we're downsizing, the company is moving up and you're moving out, you are not qualified for this role any longer, best of luck with future endeavors" 😊

I think part of the reason I can't deal w Twitter is the exact reason I refuse to leave tumblr, in that I've been on tumblr since 2006 and twt since 2008, and tumblr literally has not changed at all, not even a little, whereas going from the early days of twt where there were no corporate sponsorships or ads and you had to manually copy and paste someone's tweet and @ them to retweet it, to how it is now, like 90% ads and showing me shit from the timelines of people I don't even fuckin follow n whatnot, it's just not enjoyable. Idk how anyone finds anything on twt, it confuses and frustrates me because I am old and have not adapted well to technology changing 😂 But arguably, the skz fanbase doesn't want me on skztwt anyways so like it works for both of us lmfaooo. I am old and cringey, and also still think of twt as stream of consciousness whereas tumblr is your teenage bedroom where you can decorate the walls with anything that interests you. I do really love the nonsensical kpoptwt shitposts tho fhshsbdjjss like it is a very specific flavor of mental instability that I enjoy immensely 😂 OH and also I initially misread part of that and thought you were saying you actually irl do meth and I was like 😳 WHAT DO I SAY TO THAT. HOW DO I HANDLE THIS. Like how do I express like "I wasn't being judgy of people who use substances cause I've been there but I was just being insensitive 😳" And then went back and reread it and was like WHEW, IM JUST AN ILLITERATE FOOL 😂😂😂😂 ejeywhdhrhjwbfbdjshdhdhd I spent like an hour bwign like "IS THE REASON WE GET ALONG BECAUSE THEY'RE ON METH???? WHAT DO I DO WITH THIS INFORMATION??????" hrhehshe I am literally a fuckin idiot it's fine

It's not that I don't fw them, it's more like... Okay so like there is no situation in which I am going to skip a skz song if it comes on shuffle. You will not ever catch me NOT in the mood to listen to Sunshine, if God's Menu comes on we are THROWIN the meager amount of booty meat I got hither and thither, I could be in the happiest mood of my life but if Ex comes on I will stop to SOB. And I'm not like that with most music, so mx just falls into the category of "there is a time and place." Idk why but it just doesn't forcibly grab hold of my heart and ass the way skz always does. I really don't WANT my skz fixation to ever end, but I know that eventually it'll stop giving me dopamine bevause my brain is my worst fucking enemy 🙃 like my arcana fixation is to date the longest running hyperfixation I've ever had, going on almost three years, and I used to not be able to spend every single second of every day thinking about Asra, but now... I just feel nothing when I look at arcana stuff. As you can probz tell by the fact that I hardly post arcana anymore 😂 So I know that eventually all my happiness will end, it always does, I can never stay just as obsessed with something as I was for long. I CANT SHARE THE LIST BECAUSE I DONT *HAVE* TASTE YET 😭 I'm basically just compiling a list of any group someone tells me I should look into, ranked by how strong the kitty purred upon googling pics of them 😂 My mom read my ass to FILTH over txt lmfao she was like "they're not that adorable. Maybe your standard for adorableness has gone down with You Know Who still on hiatus 🤔" bfjwhdhd like MOMMAAAAA THE LIBRARY IS CLOSED 😂 she attacks me any time I even hint at stanning other groups, she is a skz purist and stans skz only, unofficial Momma Stay of All Stays keeping me in check lmfao.

I feel like skz really do follow thru on their promise that they're a safe space for stays, it's nice to see that they hold space for anyone and everyone in their fanbase and do it in a really simple and elegant way, I feel. Like they never make it seem like "okay here are the fans and here are the token weirdos that were only recognizing to make a buck off of them" the way a lot of artists make it feel like 😑 like they don't go out of their way to act like it's some revolutionary act to do the bare minimum of not shitting on certain parts of the fandom, if that makes sense. They feel very "yeah, of course we love all our stays, this is a welcoming space for literally anyone, that's how it should be, that should be normal," instead of like "Hi fans we love you 😊 and special shoutout to you ell gee bee tee folk, make sure to buy my rainbow merch after the show!!!" you know? Like, they're the friends who would never make you feel weird or different for some shit, the friends that take the attention off you if something they know ur sensitive about comes up, instead of weirdly snapping at whoever brought the unfomfy thing up which ruins the mood and makes you feel tiwce as bad, yk? They just give off this vibe that they, and the space they create with their music, is just a genuine and chill place to be and hang out and relax and bond. I feel like they'd be the friend group that is so goofy and sweet and silly and accepting and lovely and always makes you feel loved and excited to be alive 🥺 They are all good noodles 🥺🥺🥺

[ohdaim]

The whole Save The Cat series is incredibly immersive: characters, world and story arcs are very well built! But one thing keeps me up at night. One blank I cannot fill. Please help me, dear author, in telling me what hairdo does Ignis have in each part?

i have the answers you seek, anon! lmao

he’s 22/23 throughout One Too Many so his hair is obviously:

BUT when he’s dragged along with them to galdin quay on spring break, he gives a lot of this:

AND THEN when he’s there for MC after her chocobo dies, she gets a taste of this:

Ignis’ soft, loose hairstyle is the only one that i remember ever focusing on in that work. the MC saw it as Ignis finally being comfortable enough around her to (literally) let his hair down.

because Underneath stretched over a longer period of time, i imagined Ignis’ style changed/adapted the same as it did in game. in early chapters, we have cute cockatiel-haired ignis, but by the end, it’s Ignis with a pomp that lets MC back into his life as friends after years of cutting her out for being a toxic part of his past.

i pictured his state of dress being what differed more from the canon material in that AU than his hair, tbh. i imagined him eventually trading out his Crownsguard attire for advisor robes (or a general’s uniform since his goal was to be the General to the King)

(also dumb bonus meme/shitpost just because i’m unable to focus on work due to the american elections today) while googling if ignis had any hairstyles i may have forgotten about, i found a post in an old thread that reads JUST like my partner when i first grew a crush on ignis years ago. the soft jealousy of that time was real.. lmao

thank you for saying the series is incredibly immersive and well built. your ask is a wonderful complement and this was an over the top way to answer it, what with all the silly gifs. but it was also fun! i hope it satisfies haha :)