Yeah the ts crit community really is mostly on tumblr. If any crit on twitter is brave enough to call out thomas or even just ask a SIMPLE INNOCUOUS question like ‘hey whens the next sanders sides coming out’ they get dog-piled by his followers. Just now my twitter tl algorithm made some posts pop up from ppl I don’t even follow and they’re just defending thomas + his patreon and saying that we’re just angry jealous ppl who don’t understand what goes on behind the scenes for him (as if THEY do?).
I swear, the die-hard fans that are still left, I’m sorry, they’re not a fandom. They’re a cult. A cult of personality centered around one man, purely there to keep stroking and defending his fragile ego. They’re no better than the sw*fties or any other group of ppl driven by blind devotion, obsession and white knighthood.
Oh 100%, there's next to no ts crit community on twitter, I got curious and checked a few days ago, searching stuff like Thomas Sanders Critisism, TSS Criticism, TSS critical, stuff that's used over here and the only thing that got anything was the first, but then it was just showing stuff with "Thomas Sanders" or even just "Sanders" in the post. So it's hard to organize that kind of community, plus the die hards and Thomas being on there.
I'd say the only place the fandom is pretty active is on Twitter, and that's soley because of Thomas, because he interacts with the fans and makes it so that there's motivation to make tss stuff. You know there's a community on there for it and if you're lucky Thomas will see it and retweet it. Otherwise it's kind of a joke that the fandom is dead until it's breifly revived whenever a new episode comes out. Which then leads to parasocial relationships and the idea that somehow continues to persist that Thomas is a poor boy who can do no wrong and if he did do wrong he didn't actually know any better. Never mind he's thirty-fucking-4. And his fans are half his age.
One this I do kinda disagree with is the idea that all his die hards and current fans are like 14, which I just don't think is true, I think they were like 14 when the last proper episode came out, and are now more along the lines of like 18 or around there. He's got a lot of patrons, including 17 people who paying $125 a month, that money has to come from somewhere and I doubt it's all from allowances.
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the diffrence between my account here and my account on twitter is that my 7 head scalper "friends" don't hark me out, so I can be free here and ngl that's pretty nice because I can just blabber on and on about shit ya'know
I mean, sure, nobody but like 6 people over the course of 20 years will see this, but I'd rather that then be crushed slowly by the weight of 7....
Ya'know's
But, this is also way better than a 250 limit, because it lets me do these huge paragraphs, that not a SOUL would care about, other than, well, me.
Not much of a transition here (hehe) but:
I really.. really really wish I could like, come out and speak about my transness, but no matter how hard I think about it I can only see it coming off as weird and gross and awful and everyone will ridicule me and stuff
But.. they wont
Litterally won't
Because... they are already friends with trans people
So, like, whats the problem?
Ah, I remember, its the issue of my shadowy self doubt in everything, the thought that "oh jeez I'm just a big faker har har you suck your just thinking your trans to fit in"
.....
Who.. does that?
Not cis people, defiantly not cis people.
But with each day forward I see more and more evidence, and it pushes me closer and closer to the edge of speech, the range of my conditional hatred.
I... fuck it.
I'm gonna say it, I gotta say it, between the end of nextweek, and the end of the month, I need to say something
Mark your fucking calendar, January 8th, to January 31st
I'm not gonna wither away
I need to say something.
Need to
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cw: use of she/her, vent, reader just does not feel good, kinda sucky
“Hey”
“Hi”
“…Are you okay?”
Stupid. What a stupid thing to ask. The life looked sucked out of her, and her undereyes were shades darker than her actual skin tone. Of course she wasn’t okay, but he’d only hope she’d answer the question truthfully. He was desperate for any answer. Seeing her like this pulled at his heart. It made him feel useless.
“No.” thank god.
“Why is that?“
“I don’t know. I want to scream at you, and start an argument for no reason at all.”
“Then scream at me.”
“No. There’s definitely better ways to go about what I’m feeling I just…”
He doesn’t say anything after that, just takes a seat in the spot next to her. They sit in silence. To her, it seems like forever, but it’s only been a couple seconds.
Her brain’s pumping out thoughts faster than what she can process. God. Where does she even start. All she wants to do is blow up. Make him see her how she sees herself. Make him hate her, despise her even.
She feels sick. Disgusting. Her stomach’s wrenching, and all she wants to do is throw up her insides just as proof that there’s something inside her.
“I haven’t been feeling the best.. if it wasn’t obvious. I don’t know what it is. Actually I do know, but it’s just so much I feel like I’ll overload your brain and you’ll explode right in front of me.”
“Well, I’m not sure if you know how bodies work, but I definitely won’t explode,” he laughs out.
That sound puts her at ease. Just a little. She stares blankly at the ground in front of her. She wants tears to come out, just to be melodramatic, but as expected, they don’t.
“I’m just.. horrible.”
Yeah. That’s it. That’s the best way she can put it.
“What makes you so horrible than anyone else?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t called my grandma in ages. I’m pretty sure my family thinks I’m dead given how much I interact with them. I’m not exactly the best friend a person can have. I don’t know I’m just horrible.”
“Yeah sounds like you’re the worst person in the world huh. You should be put in jail.”
She laughs a little at that. Yeah she should.
“You’re being way too hard on yourself you know. I think you’re great. I don’t think I’ve met anyone greater than you.”
“I know right, I’m awesome.”
He rolls his eyes at her interruption. There isn’t much after that.
She leans back on the uncomfortable bench she’s sitting on, the strain of her back against the hard wood feels good in the moment. She relishes in his compliment, and pretends like she’s not going to feel the same tomorrow. Right now she chooses not to think about it, instead she cranes her neck up at the sky and allows herself to just breathe.
He mirrors her position, and pretends like there wasn’t more to say. Like his brain wasn’t overflowing with more things he loved about her.
It’s just the two of them. The things they want to say linger in the air, but right now it’s just them.
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