log onto tumblr and you learn that cowboys are secretly leftist and pirates are secretly leftist and superhero comics are secretly leftist and vikings are secretly leftist and greco-roman antiquity is secretly leftist and knights are secretly leftist and the concept of the appalachian region is secretly leftist and all genre fiction is innately secretly leftist and every animated show you ever watched as a kid is secretly leftist and you never have to think about the political subtext of anything ever and you log off tumblr and for some reason people are talking about a descent toward fascism
“oh no we need to practice for our fake dating” is the funniest trope to me cause like. there are so many people who force themselves into a shitty relationship they hate just because of amatonormatiivity that it’s an ingrained part of popular culture to joke about hating your partner.
which is to say, oh my god you dont need to hold hands and go on fake dates, you don’t even need to agree on a single detail of your cover story beforehand. you can literally stand 6 feet apart at all times and look profoundly uncomfortable and all anyone will think is “yikes™. not my problem”
actually people should address this in fanfic more because “i know we could half-ass it, but i would never fake mistreat my fake husband, how dare you” is absolutely delightful
New trope: fake dating for spite.
“Look, my only goal here is for our pretend relationship to be demonstrably healthier than Aunt Rita and Uncle Carl’s fifteen year, three child marriage - which means the bar is so low we probably can’t fuck this up”
preserving @river-gale’s tags for posterity because yes. yes. this is it. you get it.
“oh no we need to practice for our fake dating” is the funniest trope to me cause like. there are so many people who force themselves into a shitty relationship they hate just because of amatonormatiivity that it’s an ingrained part of popular culture to joke about hating your partner.
which is to say, oh my god you dont need to hold hands and go on fake dates, you don’t even need to agree on a single detail of your cover story beforehand. you can literally stand 6 feet apart at all times and look profoundly uncomfortable and all anyone will think is “yikes™. not my problem”
actually people should address this in fanfic more because “i know we could half-ass it, but i would never fake mistreat my fake husband, how dare you” is absolutely delightful
New trope: fake dating for spite.
“Look, my only goal here is for our pretend relationship to be demonstrably healthier than Aunt Rita and Uncle Carl’s fifteen year, three child marriage - which means the bar is so low we probably can’t fuck this up”
preserving @river-gale’s tags for posterity because yes. yes. this is it. you get it.
ok i cant take not knowing. what the hell even is dragon age. ive never seen it mentioned anywhere outside of this blog and the monstrous productions server. i feel like a scholar going mad with a thirst for arcane knowledge
omg I love that you’ve been sitting there for however many weeks like, “Wow what an infinitely googleable conundrum. Guess I’ll never know!”
Dragon Age is a series of fantasy adventure RPGs (and some books and spin-off things but mostly the games) by Bioware that has made many people insane for many reasons.
Veilguard is the 4th game in the series, it came out this Hallowe'en just gone. The 3rd game came out ten years ago. As you can imagine, the people who have been insane about Dragon Age for over a decade have generally all gone a little more insane with this new release.
Trying to be as objective as I can, I think the reason DA makes people insane is that the games tend to fall into that sweet spot of “good enough to make you love it, bad enough to make you want to fix it”. The combat is pretty universally terrible, the writing is uneven and occasionally appalling, but each game has a set of companions for you to obsess over and a lot of people feel very strongly about the player characters they’ve created for each game.
I also think DA does a really good job of pretending that your choices really matter from game to game, even though we all know it’s just set dressing. You’re never going to get a profoundly different game than anyone else, but you still get to feel attached to the decisions you do make. In a lot of ways, the game you’re enjoying as you play a Dragon Age game is at least 50% made up in your own head and has to do with how you’re projecting onto the world and the roleplaying choices you’re making. And I love it very very very very much 💖💖💖💖💖💖
Reading Moby Dick and the whole opening is wild. “I’m Ishmael. Sometimes being a person makes me want to scream, so whenever I feel I can’t hold it in anymore I run to the nearest shipyard and sign up for some hard manual labour on a random ass boat where nobody cares who I am. After a few months I’ll settle down and get back to business. Everyone does this sometimes, it’s probably normal. Anyhow, I’m at the pier.”
I’m gonna do this differently, for me, and by memory, because my favorite bits are missing.
“Hey, my birth name doesn’t matter call me Ish. So a while back (and don’t pry about when thanks) I realized I needed to get away for a bit. You have to do this sometimes, and I do. The bullshit involved in everything puts me in a mood, and I find my fingers idly going through the motions necessary to tie a hempen half-windsor, or twitching at a steering wheel and tempting me to swerve into oncoming traffic. When musing threatens to turn to maiming or murder I channel it into movement, and spend a month or many riding rails or sleeping on busses and getting far away from everything. This keeps the house of cards from toppling. So anyway, yeah, I ended up doing warehouse work near Tulsa.”
I am begging you on my knees to rewrite the classics
guess i’ll put this here too, even though its past the day in my timezone lol
This is exactly why you dont gatekeep, period. This is why you dont force a person to admit they’re gay to enter a gay bar. This is why respectability politics are pointless. This is why you let others be and dont force your expectations and assumptions on others.
(THE ENORMOUS WASP PERCHED UPON MY WALL, A SHADOW IN THE CORNER OF MY EYE) It’s best that you wake up, darling. Keep sleepin’ and you’ll end up like my sisters. Dead and dreaming at the bottom of a cup of artificial sweet syrup. Bubbly cola fillin’ their hollow corpses up to the brim.
That’s not the way you want to go, is it? A sweet drink ain’t always it. The easy way out isn’t always the best.
Recent discourse reminds me of that cult indoctrination trick that’s often used to weed out more difficult marks early on, where they tell you all that you aren’t allowed to eat rice on Tuesdays and then if you protest they go “wow SOMEBODY likes rice a little much huh” as if you’re the fucking weirdo who cares too much about how much rice is consumed between Monday and Wednesday instead of them.
And this forces you to decide whether your autonomy matters to you more than the approval of the group - while they’ll still act like you’re on thin ice either way, if you give in at this point they know you’re theirs forever, because now they’ve established a foothold, you’ve shown a moral weakness, which they will brand you with so it can be used against you in the future (“hey RICE-addict here doesn’t want help break into the city records office”) to force you to double-down and isolate you further.
And if instead you do decide to push back further, after your abrupt departure from the group (“You’re seriously leaving us over RICE?!? Seriously?”) and subsequent ostracism, you can then be used as a demonstration to the others who were more pliable, of how the outgroup is full of people like you who are obsessed with violating the No-Tuesday-Rice rule to the point where they’ll abandon all their friends, who cared so much for them, so it clearly isn’t an arbitrary restriction, you’re the kind of monster these rules are intended to protect them from, thus all the other wise and esoteric precepts of the charismatic leader are implied to be equally justified.
This isn’t just for cults either! Shitty partners, bosses, friends - they all do variants of this where if you kick back the first time they make an unreasonable request, it proves you weren’t ever committed since you’d let such a small thing ruin everything. And of course, if it’s the third or the tenth unreasonable thing they ask of you, it’s SUCH A SMALL THING to be a deal-breaker at this late point in your relationship!
Recent discourse reminds me of that cult indoctrination trick that’s often used to weed out more difficult marks early on, where they tell you all that you aren’t allowed to eat rice on Tuesdays and then if you protest they go “wow SOMEBODY likes rice a little much huh” as if you’re the fucking weirdo who cares too much about how much rice is consumed between Monday and Wednesday instead of them.
And this forces you to decide whether your autonomy matters to you more than the approval of the group - while they’ll still act like you’re on thin ice either way, if you give in at this point they know you’re theirs forever, because now they’ve established a foothold, you’ve shown a moral weakness, which they will brand you with so it can be used against you in the future (“hey RICE-addict here doesn’t want help break into the city records office”) to force you to double-down and isolate you further.
And if instead you do decide to push back further, after your abrupt departure from the group (“You’re seriously leaving us over RICE?!? Seriously?”) and subsequent ostracism, you can then be used as a demonstration to the others who were more pliable, of how the outgroup is full of people like you who are obsessed with violating the No-Tuesday-Rice rule to the point where they’ll abandon all their friends, who cared so much for them, so it clearly isn’t an arbitrary restriction, you’re the kind of monster these rules are intended to protect them from, thus all the other wise and esoteric precepts of the charismatic leader are implied to be equally justified.
This isn’t just for cults either! Shitty partners, bosses, friends - they all do variants of this where if you kick back the first time they make an unreasonable request, it proves you weren’t ever committed since you’d let such a small thing ruin everything. And of course, if it’s the third or the tenth unreasonable thing they ask of you, it’s SUCH A SMALL THING to be a deal-breaker at this late point in your relationship!
1. your suffering can’t end until you stop identifying with it. if your sense of self is tied up in your suffering, anyone or anything that attempts to separate you from it will become the enemy because, whether consciously or subconsciously, you will on some level believe they are trying to take away a part of who you are.
Fandoms will insist that these two characters are obviously in love with each other and then you check out the work they’re talking about and they just aren’t. And it’ll be the whole fandom, too, like the entire community will treat this coupling like it’s text, somehow blissfully unaware that they completely made it up! It’s like a mass hallucination of invented subtext.
for clarification: no quarrel with you if you wanna draw your two fave guys kissing. that’s based and virtuous. but telling me that it’s all right there in the text? cmon mate. you’re reading tea leaves here.
my friend was testing perfumes out at the store and she sniffed a bottle and anounced “ngl this bitch kind of sucks” The girl at the counter suddenly looked really sad, and my friend was like “I’m sorry, I wasn’t talking about you.” And the girl looked up and said “No don’t worry, I didn’t think that, but I just crushed a ladybug with my shoe” We both took a peak over the counter. she’d stepped on a red m&m
I got to marry my wife, and our pupper was our flower girl. 2.5 years ago this wasn’t possible, as it wasn’t legal in Australia. It rained our whole wedding day, but was so worth it in the end with our phenomenal photographer.
op this looks absolutely magical
I forgot homophobia was a thing and i spent about 5 seconds wondering why it was ever illegal to have a dog as a flower girl
I was baking a strawberry shortcake for my mom when I realized that I forgot the baking powder. I began to panic so I pulled the cakes out of the oven; they were already completely baked but they rose just fine without the baking powder? I was staring at them in confusion, trying to remember if I accidentally put yeast in the batter, when I felt a shadow loom over me. I looked over my shoulder only to find Luigi. Luigi tenderly took my hands and told me, “You need not worry, for I will accompany you in any and all of your baking endeavors.” I have never felt more loved in my life. I cried.
I thought this was the mother of all shitposts and then I saw the url
why do i never see the url?
No one reads urls on tumblr. Which actually works out well for the one-time-i-dreamt tumblr posts, I think, because just like the original person, we are not aware at first that we are inside the dream. And then at some point — usually towards the end when things have gotten weird enough that it’s clear this can’t resolve properly before the end of the post — we check the url and understand, much like a sleeper waking up.
Once something goes up on one-time-i-dreamt it becomes a dream we all experience, together.
enrichment for our planes include a weekly workshop where they get to dip their wings into paint and create canvas creations. you can buy these in our gift shop :)
check out this piece by our beloved little ceepo :)
