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[oifaaa]

I know it doesn’t really matter but I’m curious on whether u think Jason killed Felipe Garzonas or not. I could go either way tbh.

He did it and he'd do it again I've got evidence can you see the evidence no but trust me I have it

[l-alan-l]

[jacksprostate]

Bob in female fight club au. Thoughts

Probably named Marge

Rather than doing a direct inversion (ie making the character the exact opposite, much tits -> no tits, etc) I think sort of an analogue would work better riffing off the motherly role Bob has, in combination with the group being for uterine cancer/ovarian cancer

The women come together, and they cry, cry, cry, over lost husbands, who left them because they got cancer, because overwhelmingly, men leave if their wife gets cancer, over lost relationships with children, who stayed but resent them, over lost Motherhood, that thing you were told was your worth but now you are told you're shit. Remaining Women Together. Despite. Despite despite despite.

What is it, about purposes. Want to see misery, see women fed their own physical oppression as lost salvation.

Marge, whatever her name is, her husband divorced her, left her with the kids and medical bills stacked as high as she is tall. She is thankful she still has her kids, it makes her feel like she's still worth something. She's had to try and get back into the workforce. No one wants to hire dear former stay at home mother Marge. She shows you her kids in her wallet in her purse and there are no pictures of her. There's a picture of her old husband, which she keeps to show her kids if they ask. They're old enough to go to school now, which is good, because it gives her more time to work. Life is hard, but she's doing her best.

Marge, who is on hormone therapy so she doesn't get those "side effects" she's heard about from other total hysterectomy patients, the future of early dementia and degeneration and horror. Who does pelvic floor exercises in hopes it will minimise the fallout of the surgery. Who carefully rips every hair out of her upper lip and chin because even if it would be normal for a woman, a woman whose gone through menopause, a woman at all — she knows, it's probably the estrogen tipping back over into testosterone, and she can't handle any more losses. She compensates. They all do.

The support group is her Me Time. It is the single hour plus half hour commute she can afford once a week for herself. So she gets here, and she cries, cries, cries, and the others cry with her, all over how their lives have fallen apart since they got ovarian cancer, got breast cancer, and their lives derailed because they can't be proper women anymore.

They cry in their waterproof makeup. Another product to promise womanhood. Identify yourself via consumption. Identify yourself by covering yourself up.

And when she finds fight club. When she finds something that says, jesus fuck. You are more than your children. You are more than your ability to have kids. You aren't a failed woman, that's a sack of shit you've been sold wholesale. When she finds something that promises her she will grow, achieve personhood, not because she was the ultimate martyr mother, not because she played the game of human or woman, but because it promises a freedom from all that, identification and repulsion of such sickening chains. When she stops worrying about her slightly deepened voice, and works to keep her dose even keel for her health, to avoid the toxic highs of accidentally juicing, rather than the lesser effects of a black lip hair or two. When she has a photo, not of herself in her wallet, but of the things she makes with other women from fight club, of the one view of the sunset from that one parking lot that she always thought was wonderful, when she has things in her wallet for her and her enjoyment. When she has corded muscle and a built up spine, when she sits her kids down and explains why they only see dad one weekend every other month, all the fun holidays, because dad decided staying with her through cancer was too hard even when she stayed with him through four lost jobs pissed away in alcohol and lottery tickets.

And Marge, who gets shot by the police on a regulation chill-and-drill assignment for Project Mayhem. Whose obituary in the newspaper talks about the children she left behind, how she battled cancer and kept caring for them, how she was such a strong mother, whose kids would now be shipped off to their grieving father who is so, so brave and stunning for standing up and taking care of the kids he made and dropped as soon as his live-in servant had a few issues. Her name is Marge Paulson, and she was forty-eight years old. She was a person. She will be remembered in the annals of Project Mayhem, lest what little there was of her be stolen from the world. She was killed by Project Mayhem, but they're the only ones who will remember Marge Paulson.

[stromer]

something abt the nights changing..

[turntechyaoihead]

happy 4/20

[brownbirdtown]

BEMmon/Vemmon warmup doodle

[robinsceramics]

pastel dragon!

this was a commission for @lovesodeepandwideandwell! She turned surprise unicorn colors—I used a violet underglaze without testing it, and it turned quite pale and translucent in the firing. Despite the surprise, I'm pleased with the results.

[image descriptions: photographs of a ceramic sculpture of a dragon in pale white, pink, and cream colors. She has four legs and no wings. The dragon crouches with her body and tail curling, head held high on a long neck and eyes looking upward curiously. A ridge of raised scales runs down her back, and smaller, subtler scales are incised into her body. Her nose is pink and heart-shaped. Her eyes are blue with big black pupils, and her smooth round head has four straight round horns and two ears with fluffs of ceramic 'fur' in them. Her paws are catlike. The dragon's body is cream with delicate shadings of pink, and her head and limbs are a pale whitish color which makes her scales' dark outlines stand out.]

[pieflavoredartz]

its been a HOT min huh? anyways here yall gooo, have an edit!!

[mueritos]

Hey. Idk if this is me growing up or just being disillusioned with inter celebs etc. Im a 23 yr old trans man so I grew up and was inspired by chella on the YouTube community. But now I just…don’t like chella man anymore. I feel like…he became an industry plant? Over the pandemic asking fans for money to send to him directly to help others and not showing where the money was going exactly incident as well as just becoming older I noticed he seemed to almost want to become the next Keith haring or basquiat? He almost…now seems very fake? He takes deals with brands to be representation but doesn’t do much to call out certain brands for their faults etc.

Idk anymore

I give Chella credit in that he was one of the few transmen that I looked up while I was young, especially with him being BIPOC. Showing him to my family helped them understand me. But that's where the inspiration kinda stops, because it was painful to be surrounded by years-in-transition trans men online when I was absolutely nowhere I wanted to be. That was a me problem tho. But I also didn't know much about his whole donation incident.

Ig heres what I have to say. It's not great to view other people as your justification of your morals. We don't know how people have had to live or how they live now, we don't know what decisions they have to make, and we dont know what kind of fears or goals they have. Chella is allowed to do whatever he wants with his art or his modelling career, just like how I genuinely believe anyone else in the world is capable of making the right decisions for themselves (even if we dont like those decisions!). Im not really concerned with figuring out if hes an industry plant or a "class traitor" (lol) or even if he's "fake". To be honest, I'm all for BIPOC folks getting their $. Does that mean I enjoy seeing wealthy BIPOC folk perpetuate classism and racism? No. Just cuz someone is succeeding for themselves doesn't mean people cant critique them. I guess what Im saying is I see waaay too many people online take the things they enjoy and the people they follow as projections of their morals: "no! stop [Insert celebrity name] you're being problematic and its makes us fans look bad!" Like....Okay lmfao. People are grown adults and are going to make decisions for themselves. Just because you might enjoy a celebrity does not mean your morals are based on how good of a person they are.

and youre allowed to not like the same things anymore just like how people are allowed to change, for better or for worse. I think within online communities there is way too much pressure on "looking" like a good person versus actually being one...because sometimes BEING a good person makes you look absolutely vile in terms of online spaces/communities love of isolating, removing, and deleting "problematic" (and vulnerable) people from their spaces with no trial, discussion, or attempt at conflict mediation. Yea yea I do think people have every right to be criticized just as they have every right to make whatever decision they want, but what Im trying to get at is to really stop viewing anyone with a platform as someone you can other once they dont meet your standards. This is not the same as denouncing or critiquing someone for really egregious behavior (white supremacy, harrassment, bullying, interpersonal violence). Once you kinda start living by your own morals without needing other people's actions/behaviors to justify/define them, you learn to focus on building connections rather than destroying them.

again, this is a much nuanced topic and you prolly werent expecting me to go into this. but ive grown over the years and have engaged in some nasty and vile mob mentality behavior that i just dont vibe with anymore. im not really the kind of person now to speculate online or publicly what other people are doing or should be doing or whether theyre problematic or not. I don't really care about Chella man or most celebrities rn. People r just gonna be people, and I will always have empathy for those of marginalized identities. Free will, autonomy, and self determination goes both ways, but so does accountability, transformative justice, and reconciliation.

but also like kill ur idols lol

[jeff-the-box-boy]

[aces-and-angels]

from one of your posts - “not saying that problem isn't on tumblr as well- but yknow”

…I do not know 🫣 Can you explain what you meant by this?

oh boi how do i tackle this-

ig the best way to start is to just look at the stats

this is a bigger issue than 'oh god not another straight pairing'- at the end of the day, no one's gonna get any shit from me for what content they interact with (unless yall are rude lol)

my main qualm is the precedent that's set when pb sidelines other lis in favor of one, offering only the illusion of choice while streamlining players towards a specific route. it says those stories don't matter. it creates weaker plots for a demographic who is already in the minority (based on stats). and if you keep giving people shit- they tend to leave

[misstellerhostess]

Hiya hello~! Mind if I be real with you wonderful folks for a sec? Cool? Cool.

This is a little follow up from a previous post I that I decided to delete earlier, after some sleeping and thinking it over. I was very nervous about showing any of my fanart for my recent fandom interest, but I am getting a little bit braver. If ANY of my artwork makes you uncomfortable in a way, I really do apologize. I'm honestly enjoying what draw so far and you are welcome to ignore or block at your leisure with no fuss. I say this because there seems to be a little hypocrisy going on in said fandom, but I won't delve into it and leave it at that.

To put it simply, I'll indulge what I want to indulge, and have fun with it. It being either canon x oc, canon x canon, or straight up fanart in general. And don't worry this account is still SFW so don't expect anything completely out there.

[strawberrystepmom]

[caramel-mousse]

thanks rt

[numberonesnarkfan]

sometimes I like drawing scenes from fics. Sometimes I also like spending more than a couple hours on a piece.

[kply-industries]

I wish my milk would shut up.