#the fucking nerve of some people

[pigdemonart]

And the not super thrilling lost in translation conclusion… 🇮🇹 mamma mia! I listened to this video to get the vibes for Mario and Luigi‘s argument lmao

Read Part 2 here

Also!! The Smasha you on a rock line is from the mario heritage post itself. It never fails to make me sensibly chuckle. :]

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[deadpresidents]

Can you start posting about history again

I'll start accepting editorial direction when you start paying me to write. Until then, I'll just go ahead and keep posting whatever I want, whenever I want on my totally free blog that I've published millions of words of content on, at no cost for my readers, for over 15 years.

[rotting-pond]

Still mad about that ex-friend who critiqued me for taking Orpheus as a legal middle name, because I'm not a talented musician (and to clarify, I am a lapsed musician. They weren't just saying I can't relate to him because I'm not interested in creating music, they were just insulting my ability basically).

But also. Sure, it's an important part of his story. But good musical talents is one of many many things to take away from Orpheus's tragedy. Fucking hell we wouldn't still be talking about him today if his story wasn't rich with interpretations.

For me it's always been about his desperate arrogance. The horrible disbelief, surely something this horrible couldn't happen to me?

When I chose the name, I struggled with my identity as just someone normal, I was beginning to believe I was in some way divine. I imagine Orpheus felt the same, talented as he was, adored as he became. It makes it all the worse when it all comes crashing down.

And really, who the fuck were they to comment on my choice of a fucking name anyway

But yeah. Tragic characters are for the world to relate to, in everyone's own way. Not one person connects with Orpheus for the same reason. Not one person reads any story the same

[traumamade]

friendly reminder I am allowed to chose to unfollow someone. friendly reminder that if I unfollow you, do not come to me being aggressive as hell, it only shows I dodged a bullet.

[humanrinds]

really fucking rude for another library assistant to send me an email demanding that i send the book i've just renewed because she has a reservation on it

[csphire]

If you're the type to go out of your way to shit on someone's else's Tav or Durge's looks or say they shouldn't be with a particular companion because of how they look odd together-basically policing someone else's game and enjoyment of it in the fandom-kindly fuck off and feel free to block me too.

[skyethel]

What does Judith Butler know about loading her son’s corpse in a cab? What does she know about the horror of turning a taxi into a hearse?

im so mad. i've been in mourning and a state of constant rage for palestine for the past few years, and these past weeks have been especially devastating. while im not palestinian myself, i have friends and family that are, and i cant help but be on edge about the things they cant afford to think about right now.

i read their 'thought piece'. its nothing new on that front, and thats why it makes me so mad. im really struggling to connect with the blind, white-american privilege of calling for non-violence in the face of a genocidal apartheid regime. the fucking gall of these so-called western intellectuals to preach how rampant anti-intellectualism has become just to turn around and buy into some colonial playbook of peace shit is hilarious. people i thought were with me on this, not only on palestinian liberation but on liberation full stop, have been a constant disappointment. i cut off so many ppl i called friends over the absolute lack of grace and empathy they handled this with. when are white western 'activists' going to stop treating us like timed bombs of irrationality?

this part in particular kept coming up and made me feel like i was going insane:

"When, however, the Harvard Palestine Solidarity Committee issues a statement claiming that ‘the apartheid regime is the only one to blame’ for the deadly attacks by Hamas on Israeli targets, it makes an error. It is wrong to apportion responsibility in that way, and nothing should exonerate Hamas from responsibility for the hideous killings they have perpetrated...The necessity of separating an understanding of the pervasive and relentless violence of the Israeli state from any justification of violence is crucial if we are to consider what other ways there are to throw off colonial rule"

literally nobody is asking anyone to 'exonerate' hamas. hamas is a military organization fighting the US-backed israeli occupation with smuggled weapons that is active in 365 km² at best. hamas is not even in the orbit when it comes to comparisons to israel.

israel said it with its own mouth that hamas is a product of israeli occupation. this isnt a matter of opinion, right? or am i too far left to think that a brutal occupation will radicalize its victims? and they gave them the means to become a 'terrorist organization'? how are you claiming to care about palestinians if you don't bother unsubscribing from the very schools of thought that constructed the occupation in the first place?

some of you 'leftists' have been lying about what you've been reading because where are the frantz fanon quotes you like to throw around, huh? where's the malcolm x, the angela davis? where are your insta posts with chomsky's books?

holy shit WHAT OTHER WAYS?

keep our communities out of your mouth. we are not some thought experiment you can exercise your conscience on. we're watching an ethnic cleansing unfold, and instead of supporting palestinians so many of you are playing out your own little fantasies of the 'progressive' solidarity you fail to show. sometimes, you need to fucking stop and listen instead of consulting the higher morality police on whether you need to 'contextualize' your incompetence.

[ganondoodle]

serious question, are there ANY (wired) headsets made today anymore that have seperated plugs for audio and microphone??

usb ones always cause trouble and the only other ones i can find are those with combined audio+mic into one plug, which i dont have the ports on my PC for.............

i tried looking through adapters but the only ones i can find are those that combine seperate ones, id need the reverse (if thats even possible)

(visualization bc i feel like i am losing my sanity trying to explain what i mean, am i stupid? did i halluzinate the two jack/plug thing???? do only cheap garbage ones have this??? is that one of the gaming chair things??? like oh you want a GAMING headset- that means either combined or usb haHA???)

[praetorqueenreyna]

You're telling me that Tamlin showed up and saved Feyre's raggedy traitor ass completely unprompted midway through ACOWAR and ppl still have the NERVE to say he is irredeemable???

[mattodore]

lovesick

[evilcare]

Um…

“He followed her around the woods until she agreed to have sex with him. She only had sex with him to get her to leave her alone.”

I have never heard such an ignorant statement in my entire life. 😢༼ಢ_ಢ༽

I only watched 5x11 once and that was when I first watched the show. Which was December 2022. And I know full and damn well that that is not how it went down. I have a clear memory of what happened. And that ain’t it.

Klaus did not say to Caroline, “I’ll leave you alone and leave Hellhole Falls forever if you let me eat your coochie/let me fuck.” 🙄

No. I specifically remember him asking her for her confession about him. About her feelings for him. Not once did he ever imply that he wanted her to have sex with him in exchange for him leaving Mystic Falls. He asked for the truth. It was not a transaction for sex in exhange for him fucking leaving Mystic Falls.

Klaus: I want your confession.

Caroline: About what? I didn’t do anything!

Klaus: About me.

He asked for her honesty. He promised her that he was leaving town for good and the only thing that he asked her for was her honesty. He had always respected Caroline for her honesty and he asked to be real this last time.

Stop making it out to be like he coerced her into sleeping with him. As I recall, Caroline was the one who kissed him. Not the other way around. She said in 5x15, that it was her choice to sleep with Klaus and she even told Kat that it felt good to kiss him. It was HER choice. Not once did he ever force her into doing something that she did not want to do. Nor did he compel her. You must be getting Klaus mixed up with the town’s number one sexual predator. ⬇️🙄

⬆️ He sleeps with the women he compels by the way. *cough cough* They have no free will meaning that they cannot consent. *cough cough* He also tries to kiss women after they reject him. But Caroline is called a thot for what happened to her, for hating Damon, and for actually feeling disturbed that Elena was with him. Even though Caroline was coming from a place of worry. Wouldn’t you be worried if your friend was hooking up with your abuser? Wouldn’t you be concerned if your friend was sire bonded to the guy who is possibly abusing your friend the same way he abused you? And people act like what Damon did to Andi is isn’t an issue because she’s “irrelevant,” although the shit he did was disturbing. Just because Andi wasn’t a huge character like the main gang doesn’t mean that what Damon did to her should be brushed over. It was disturbing. And if y’all lie and say that what Damon did to Care and Andi was not SA, then you and your mother will be receiving the blocked button. I will not argue with you. Keep it in the fucking drafts.

Klaus is not the same as Damon. Sorry not sorry. And don’t y’all dare bring up the scene that happened in the woods in 4x01. He gave her a warning. “Wrong place, wrong equipment,” or something like that. If he wanted her only for sex and was a creep like Damon, and had no respect for Caroline, then he would have acted as if he was Tyler and slept with her while he was in Tyler’s body or fucking compelled her. But he didn’t do either of those things. Klaus respects Caroline. Period. You can come up with whatever bullshit excuse you want. I don’t give a damn. Also, the Damon is a Demon gif is not mine.

[apoptoses]

Something that's been on my mind is seeing the idea that in order for smut to be valid to write it has to have a purpose. It has to say something about the characters, it has to serve as a tool for the plot, it has to have some deep meaning beyond the sex acts involved.

And honestly, that's not true no matter how much some very vocal people might insist that smut without a 'purpose' is just porn and porn is shameful to make and consume.

It's okay to write smut because you think the concept is hot. It's okay to write it just because you want to give your readers jerk off material about their favorite characters. It's absolutely, 100% fine to write smut for smut's sake.

And sure, you want it to be in character, you want to write it so that you can't just file the names off and replace them with anyone. But you can just write something because you think character X should fuck character Y in this very specific way and have that be the end of it.

Call it smut, call it porn, call it whatever. Write the stuff you want to write. You don't have to do literary gymnastics in order to make it 'valid' for anyone, and you especially don't have to make excuses to yourself to justify writing it in the first place.

[tinygayemo]

Real talk tho I'm tired of accommodating bitches who aren't willing to accommodate me

[moonypears-blog]

You're Still Young.

C*DFIA SHIPPERS DNI OR READ.

CW: nail biting.

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Princess Sofia hastily opened the door to her mentor's workshop, unknowingly making a ruckus as she forced the door open and slammed it behind her.

“Sofia! Will you ever learn to knock!? This is highly dangerous, you know!?” Cedric scolded, having barely kept his newest potion in his hands after jumping a mile.

Cedric put the potion down on his desk, and turned around to the now sixteen-year-old, just in time to see her crumble to the floor, breathing heavily.

“Sofia……?”

Cedric made his way over to Sofia, his own breath picking up, and knelt down to her.

He looked over her face, her arms, her legs, anywhere that she could be hurt. Cedric wasn’t exactly good at telling people’s emotions, but even he could tell Sofia was distressed, he just needed to find out why.

“Sofia? What’s wrong?....Sofia, you’re worrying me.”

Sofia took another deep breath to try and regain her composure. It helped her a bit, but she wasn’t any more composed.

“Mr Cedric…” she whispered out, head in her hands.

Cedric’s mind raced as he thought of what to say. You’d think when he’s known her for over 8 years he’d know how to comfort her, but clearly not.

'Where is Baileywick when I need him?' Cedric thought briefly. The man seemed to appear when Amber lost her favourite tiara but not when he had a hyperventilating princess in his workshop.

“Sofia, are you alright?” he tried. Sofia took her head from her hands and looked at him, eyes pleading-but he didn’t know what for. “You’re going to have to talk to me,” he said, hoping it didn’t come off too harsh.

“Help me….” Sofia uttered.

Cedric sighed, but took her hand and helped her up from the floor.

With one arm around her waist to keep her from falling to the floor on her shaky legs, he guided Sofia to one of the stools by his desk. He quickly grabbed a potion from his large drawer full of ingredients, spare potions, and whatever else he’s thrown in there. “Here,” he said, unscrewing the cork and passing the purple-y potion to her. It was a calming potion. Hopefully, it would ease her enough to tell him why she was so distressed.

Sofia downed it, ignoring the disgusting taste of the liquid- really what does he put in those things? Frog spawn? It’s probably frog spawn.

Cedric took the vial from her and placed it down. The weird mixture seemed to work, as Sofia’s breathing evened out and her hands stopped shaking.

“What’s wrong, my dear?” Cedric asked, calmer himself. “It’s too much….” Sofia sighed, taking off her tiara and placing it on one of Cedric’s open books. Cedric nodded, beckoning her to continue. “I’m behind on homework and I keep failing! There’s a test I haven’t studied for! Dad wants me to go open something at the village but I don’t have time! Amber refused to do it and James is busy with school! There's a ton of other stuff dad wants me to do and I don't even know what half of them are!! I have so much to do and-”

Her head fell in her hands once again, her elbows resting on the desk. She felt Cedric’s hand on her shoulder. “It’ll be alright, Sofia.”

“No, it won’t!!”

Cedric jumped at Sofia’s tone. She was always so soft-spoken. He's only been yelled at by her a handful of times, and all those times he had seriously messed up. She must be incredibly stressed.

“I-I’m sorry, Mr Cedric…” Sofia whispered, now looking at him with the most apologetic eyes Cedric’s ever seen. It was quite adorable, but, albeit upsetting. “It’s alright, princess. I was a bit snappy with you earlier as well.” Cedric moved some of her hair away from her forehead. “I just don’t know what to do. I’ve tried telling Dad, but he won’t listen!”

Cedric grumbled at that. The hypocrisy! When they were young, Roland went on and on about how much his father pressured him about being king and was giving him too many responsibilities, now he’s doing the exact same thing! And Sofia isn't even in line to be queen! It was cruel.

“Would you like for me to talk to him, my dear?” Cedric asked, his voice overly sweet to hide his distaste. He usually didn’t go out of his way to talk to Roland, but that king needed some serious humbling!

“No, I don’t want you to get in trouble,” Sofia told him, now slowly tracing the gems on her tiara. 'God, she was so sweet,' Cedric thought. Could she think about herself for even a moment? She was always thinking about what was best for those around her, why can't she think about what was best for herself for once?

From the corner of his eye, Cedric caught a glimpse of Sofia’s fingers.

“Sofia, what happened to your nails? Have you been biting them, by chance?”

Sofia glanced at him, then pulled her hands from her tiara to hide her nails against her dress. 'I can’t let Mr Cedric see them, he’d be so worried!' She thought. She knew her mentor got easily worried about her, she couldn’t possibly worry him even more.

“Um, no.”

Cedric raised an eyebrow at her. “Come on, let Mr Cedric have a look.” He held his hand out to her, and she reluctantly placed her hands against his. “Oh, my dear.”

Sofia’s fingers were completely torn apart. Her nails were jaggedy and just past her nail beds. Cedric could tell they had been bleeding quite recently, as well as being incredibly sore. It was at that moment that he decided he was talking with Roland. He didn’t care if he got kicked out of the castle for speaking up. He wasn’t going to stand by and let his apprentice rip her fingers to shreds because she had too many responsibilities for a girl her age.

Cedric pulled his wand from his robe. “What are you doing, Mr Cedric?” “One moment, dear.”

Cedric muttered a quick spell under his breath, gave a small wave of his wand, and Sofia’s fingers were healed, as well as painted with a fresh coat of purple nail polish. “There we go, good as new.”

Sofia smiled at him. “Thank you,” she said, taking a look at her nails. “Try not to bite them anymore, alright? It’s a nasty habit.” She nodded.

“Now, I’m going to talk to your father later, because this is by no means okay.”

Sofia’s eyes widened. “But-But I don’t want you to get in trouble!”

“Sofia,” Cedric took her hands in his, “under no circumstances is this alright. You are a child, he should not be making you juggle all of these damn things at once. This is not what a father should be doing to their own child. I…I won’t allow it.”

Cedric took a deep breath. “If you were my daughter, I can tell you, I’d want to be told I was doing this to you. If Roland can’t handle the truth, then that’s on him, isn’t it?”

Sofia pursed her lips.

If you were my daughter.

My daughter.

Deep down, Sofia knew that Cedric was like a father to her. Maybe even a little bit more than Roland was. She loves him of course….but he almost never has time for her. Whenever she went to him it was always "I'm sorry, darling, but, can it wait?" Then when she asks again, it just repeats. It wasn’t as bad when she was younger, but the older she got, the farther they grew apart. It felt as if he didn’t even want to make time for her!

Meanwhile, Cedric always welcomes her into his workshop with open arms. Even when he's busy, he lets her help out and they'll chat back and forth, then of course their weekly sorcery lessons. She'd never admit it out loud, but she's almost called him "Dad" quite a few times. Luckily, she caught herself and replaced it with "Mr Cedric" before it was too late.

After a while, she learnt that Roland would simply shoo her off, and Mr Cedric would engage with her, answer her question, help her with her homework, go with her to visit a shop in the village, listen to what she had to say, read her report cards and praise her when she learnt a new skill. He treated her like any good father would treat their daughter. But she had no idea if he felt the same way. Did he think of her as his daughter? Or just his apprentice and friend? Or maybe a younger sister? Or even a niece, like Calista?

“Princess?”

Sofia jumped a little bit. She must have spaced out. She’s been doing that quite a lot lately. “I won’t get in trouble. I just want to tell him that he needs to go easier on you. That’s all.” That was a lie. Cedric was infuriated. How could a father put so much stress on their child, especially one as sweet as Sofia, even after they said they were struggling? If Sofia looked even a tad tired during their sorcery lessons, he’d quickly finish up and tell her to go take a nap if she wished. If he could, he'd be off to Roland right now, but Sofia needed his support. She was more important.

“Alright, but promise you won’t be rude?” Sofia asked, holding up her pinky finger.

Cedric sighed. Making false promises to her made him feel incredibly guilty, but he had no choice. “I promise, my dear.” Cedric hooked her pinky with his, earning a sweet, but tired smile from her. ‘Poor girl is probably exhausted’ he thought.

Despite her sleepiness, Sofia leapt to hug Cedric tightly. He wrapped his arms around her.

Sofia stayed there for a few moments, snuggling against Cedric. He was cosy. ‘I’m so tired…’ she thought, before her mind switched off on her.

“Sofia?” Cedric gently poked Sofia, before realising she fell asleep. “And I’m stuck,” he mumbled, but not in a grumpy way. He reached to gently stroke her hair. She looked precious.

Over the years, Cedric warmed up to Sofia’s affection, he even enjoys and initiates hugs. Though occasionally, they saddened him. He remembers when she had to reach on the tips of her toes to wrap her arms around his waist and grabbed onto his robes to get his attention. She didn't have to do that anymore. She was only a few inches shorter than him now, though she still grabs onto his robes.

For whatever reason, it never occurred to him that his apprentice would grow up, that she wouldn't always be the sweet little girl who had to stand on a stepping stool to reach the third shelf.

On a lighter note of Sofia growing up, he liked being able to watch her progression in sorcery as she grew and learnt the ways of magic. He felt like he was watching his own child graduate when she finally mastered that one spell she struggled with for years; he actually teared up a bit!

“I suppose I should get you into bed, hm?” Cedric asked Sofia, who was too far off in her dreams to hear him.

Cedric carefully scooped Sofia into his arms and stood up from the stool, freezing when she stirred.

He slowly made his way up the stairs of his workshop, where his bed was. "There we go," he whispered after placing her down and tucking her in. He's done this too many times to count. He was the only person she went to after nightmares, and after all she's been through in her young life, she had quite a lot of them.

After making sure the princess was properly tucked in and giving her hair a soft kiss, Cedric made his way back down the stairs, took her tiara off of the book she placed it on earlier, and put it on one of his shelves where it was safe.

'Now,' he thought.

It was time to deal with Roland.

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This was originally posted on fanfiction.net by the name of "moonypear." It's only been up a few days and I've had 3 or 4 C*dfia shippers favorite, review and follow me, I'm already frustrated. It already feels like I'm making content for them. I haven't been in the fandom long, but on here it seems like shippers have some decency to keep distance with people who don't want them interacting (from what I've seen at least.) I might not post on fanfiction.net again. I've always viewed them in a father/daughter light as shown here, and the thought of someone reading my hard work and twisting it to make it "Romantic" honestly makes me feel a bit sick.

[babygirlbondage]

reminder that i dont owe you anything. yes im a nsfw blog but that does not under any circumstances mean that im just something for you to jerk off to or sext with. im a fucking person so treat me as such. i dont have to respond to your dms, i dont have to respond to you asks, i dont have to respond to your comments. if i do then great good for you, you got some attention but if not well too bad

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

really channeled my inner yassified!howdy today via being practically comatose all day due to Migraine, then as soon as i woke up i demolished so many tacos in one sitting. he's just like me fr