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Tumblr is not an adequate substitute for real love and care but it's a decent vitamin if you're lacking
hey guys im too old to use tumblr the way i did 10 years ago and i dont know how to use new features and stuff so im gonna try to reblog everything to a specific place for reblogs so i don’t clutter up my own dashboard. if you liked seeing my reblogs for some reason go there instead @scarabsirebloghoarde but uhhh otherwise i guess keep on keeping on knowing you won’t have to look at all that anymore ✌️
(watch me immediately forget like i do everything)
I’m still doing everything else here, and I’ll probably reblog stuff here that i want people to see (like promotional stuff of my friends’ work) so if we’re friends you don’t gotta worry about that 👍
i couldve sworn i saw you and sol but i'm also a les mis fangirl (gender neutral) and remembered you from atlou sO i thought no im just imagining it but it WAS you
you were awesomeee i love cleopatra and the dance!
THAT WAS ME!!!!!! :D I actually found Aristos through ATLOU!! They overlapped just barely in August 2019 and the last almost four years of my life are history 😅 (how the FUCK has it been almost four years what the hell)
I’m glad you liked Cleopatra!!!! Obligatory plug here for our other single video, O Icarus, which I also danced in as well as doing the choreography and costuming 👀👀👀
i was ranting abt this w my wife last nite like. i think people have forgotten the whole “dont assume stuff about people based on their appearence” thing and that it also applies to people who are “straight-looking” “cis-looking” “normal-looking” etc. ultimately you dont know anything about how someone identifies or what their life is like unless they tell you, especially not at a glance. dont project your ideas onto strangers, its weird.
and like examine what the traits that mark people out as “straight and cis” to you are. is it a physical feature they have no control over? their voice? how old they are? or is the way they present? are they wearing a work uniform that leaves little room for self expression? or are they just wearing casual clothes you wouldnt consider “gay-coded”? why do you get to choose what certain clothes mean? those clothes could mean something completely different to them. assume that you know nothing.
One thing I had to have a horrified realization about and then train myself to stop, working customer service, is that calling people ma'am or sir is just a misgender waiting to happen because I hate being called ma'am. It forces you to make a snap judgment about someone. There are other ways to speak subserviently or politely in English, you have to find them (tone, body language, and smiles go a long way)
I used to read out a customer’s first and last name from their membership card. Then I realized one of my regulars might have their deadname on there, though they never reacted about it. Then I had a few too many old cis men joke about cards with their wives’ names, like “My parents were strange lol,” which is more fun than the defensive “it’s my wife’s membership.” You just don’t need to read the customer’s first name. They literally give you a name to call them by when you ask for it (to write on the cup, because I work in a café)
be very deliberate when you call a group of people “guys” or “ladies” or “dudes.” No matter how hard you go back later to say “I mean it in a gender neutral way,” it only makes you look more sexist/transphobic. Either say it in full confidence or don’t say it at all
“Ladies and gentlemen” is boring. “Ladies, gentlemen, and people better than that” is funny
You look at the animorphs, and you might say to yourself, “if they lived in the modern era, Marco would be the best shitposter.” But you’re wrong. Every single thing Ax posts is somehow typed out like your boomer uncle and completely incomprehensible. He’s using a font not provided by the website. He has a 6 hour video from the time he accidentally started live streaming. Nothing happens in it until 4:05:05 where you can see him pulling a cigarette out of the trash and eating it on his hands and knees
sorry guys i cant go on this two hour mission because simply my tamagotchi would die and you wouldnt wanna be responsible for another needless death right like weve all killed enough we dont want to add my innocent tamagotchi to the list yeah
“Erek can take care of the tamagotchi for you. It’s perfectly in line with his programming and we don’t particularly care if he’s interested in helping or not since he’s a robot from space and he owes us.” -Jake, probably
leave a chee alone with a tamagotchi and they would probably find a way to retool some sentience into it….. you get your tama back and it’s able to communicate with you omfg
(then you’ll immediately have to explain a tama’s fragile life expectancy so they can reprogram that too because holy shit can you imagine sentient lives living and dying as fast as an average tama)
@sariahsue has begun posting her @mlbigbang fic, so I shall also post my illustrations! Both are from the first chapter, available here or on AO3, and the following chapters are coming up fast, along with more beautiful art by @ayoitsabi !
The akuma wasn’t hard to find.
The first things Ladybug could make out were the glowing red eyes, then the matching red hair that fanned around her in the water. At least they wouldn’t lose sight of her easily.
She seemed more fish than human, with oversized webbed hands and feet, and long teeth that glinted hungrily.
One of her hands was clenched tightly around something, and when she pointed at the ticket counter, it was blasted into a hundred pieces. Chat Noir yelled and pushed Ladybug against the nearest wall, shielding her as plastic and stone torpedoes hurdled past them, lines of bubbles streaming after them. Over his shoulder, Ladybug could see the statues of cowering workers.
The akumatized woman turned and saw them. “You two have an appointment with Hawk Moth!” She raised her fist. Ladybug saw it held a small piece of paper. “And I’m going to make sure you aren’t late!”
…
She’d never seen him look so defeated in her life. He was a crumpled heap at her feet, hair and ears flat, tail and limbs all limp. It was a bad idea to offer him comfort. It was a bad idea to kneel next to him and wrap her arms around him. But bad ideas were all she had tonight, and she couldn’t turn him away when he was upset and it was her fault, no matter what her rules said.
“You don’t have to talk about it.” Water soaked through to her knees quickly. His leather-clad shoulder against her cheek was hard and cold. “But I’ll stay here with you as long as you need me to.”
Eyes closed, she felt him nod.
“Why?” His question was only a whisper louder than the rain.
it's always 'shoutout to victor hugo for inventing gay people' this and 'shoutout to victor hugo for inventing autism' that like no. shoutout to victor hugo for inventing people
you know the big problem with detective fiction nowadays is that all the detectives are fucking cops
like acab obviously but apart from that they're simply boring as hell. fuck off with your crime solving you're literally just doing your stupid job. the only people who should be solving fictional crimes are civilian vigilantes. little old ladies, short dithery priests, upper class twits with ptsd from world war one, well-heeled young ladies accidentally named after famous courtesans, etc.
neurodivergent private investigators can stay but you're on thin fucking ice
It’s because detective fiction is no longer detective fiction, it’s copaganda. Like the artistic merits of the crime fiction/mystery/hard boiled genre have mostly been cast aside in favor of plots and characters designed to exaggerate and romanticize the importance of the police force to the smooth functioning of society
I care that Steven Universe was subject to aggressively homophobic censorship, which is a genuine fucking social justice issue, and nobody caresbecause as long as something is "cringey" it's free-game to be homophobic toward, apparently.
There existed a children's television show that got cancelled over its inclusion of a lesbian wedding, and instead of being remembered as a victim of homophobic censorship, or as a historical milestone that allowed the production of other queer shows like She-Ra and The Owl House, it gets remembered as nothing but a bad discourse generating fandom.
And that really fucking chaps my ass as someone who studies queer media.
