#cringe culture is not dead if this is how you behave

[hazmatmaid]

Alright, fuck it. I’m getting sick of the bullshit.

I’m gonna try out Helluva Boss and/or Hazbin Hotel, and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.

Before anyone dreads this means I’ve lobotomized myself and lost all semblance of standards, I’ll have you know I spent the past 5-6 years picking apart an absolute mess of a fanfic/AU (complete with sloppy/samey character design) and written up several Word docs trying to understand what and why any of it even was. Even now, they’re incomplete because I’m missing pieces, and keep finding new ones at random (and they tend to raise more questions than they answer, but I guess that’s the “fun” of it).

If my opinion on the above is nowhere near that extreme, it does not mean I lack the critical thinking to…what, agree with you?

#haz says a thing #‘oh but you call yourself haz you have a bias!!’ #i’ll have you know my url is a vague reference to gravity falls #might have to change an oc’s name though. she’s completely unrelated but people might think she’s connected #all i’m hearing is ‘popular thing cringe’ #like i haven’t fucking heard that one before #cringe culture is not dead if this is how you behave #and ‘exaggerating for the funni’ isn’t as funny as you think. literally ‘just a joke bro’ justification #anyways i’ll do that later #rn i gotta study for finals

[ddejavvu]

can I request dedicated boyfriend!hotch studying up on judaism with Reid in his lunch breaks so when Hanukkah comes around he starts surprising reader with his knowledge and he may or may not give Jack sort of a blended chrismukkah experience - this man would just try so hard to understand your culture like don’t even try to tell me he wouldn’t

I understand if you don’t want to write about Jewish holidays or don’t want to get them wrong but I saw you’re open to other requests so thought I’d give it a try

google was not nice to me in nailing down the correct english spellings of Hebrew words so if i should change anything please lmk!!

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Jack is learning Hebrew. You're skeptical at first, because he's only seven, and you still get tongue-tied sometimes. But if you listen hard, he's kicking his legs back and forth against his car seat and reciting a blessing under his breath.

"What'cha saying back there, Jackers?" You peek at him from the rear view mirror, watching his eyes go wide in true kid fashion.

"Nothing!" It's the same way he says the word when he's trying to stuff a third, forbidden oreo into his mouth at bedtime, or when he's definitely not on Aaron's phone. It's a sweet thought, though, it really is, so you let it slide.

"Alright," You smile warmly at him, nodding, "Just thought I heard something."

You suspect it's Aaron's idea. Even more so when you come home to a ready-and-waiting menorah, two candles already set out.

"You're prepared," You tease Aaron, and he sends you a sly, slightly bashful smile. You press a kiss to his cheek in greeting that you know he'll reciprocate tenfold when you're alone, behaving civilly at least while his son is around.

"Okay Jack," You glance outside, winter nights coming faster than you're used to, "Do you wanna help light the candles?"

"Yes please!" He's just unlaced his shoes so when he comes sprinting over, he's wearing socks on the hardwood floor. You cringe, and Aaron stands straighter in an attempt to be able to catch him before he falls, but he reaches you without even slipping.

"Stand on the chair," You instruct, and he clamors up. You let him grab the first candle, keeping the shamash in your hands, "And put the candle into the first spot.

The menorah you'd bought has numbers on each space, but Jack's too eager to be helping out to notice them. He sticks the candle hastily in the third spot, and Aaron reaches for it.

"Right to left, buddy." He murmurs, and you stop dead from where you'd been going to adjust it yourself. He fixes it, only realizing that you're staring when he stands straight again.

"What?" He defends, "Reid taught me. He said you line them up from right to left but you light them from left to right. Is that not how you do it?"

"It is," You bite back a grin, "Just- nevermind, I'll say the blessings."

You'd been right. As soon as you start up, two other voices join you, and it takes all of your willpower not to stop dead in the middle of your sentence and kiss them both. Jack on the cheek, but Aaron definitely on the mouth.

Jack seems extra proud of his own mastery, and you can't say you aren't impressed yourself. His little voice barely trips up at all, and you can tell he's been practicing for a long time.

When you hand the candle to him, lit, he's especially careful in lighting the first one. When the flame transfers he lets out a breathy laugh, an exuberant sound full of giddiness, and you take the shamash from him with a grin of your own.

"Good job, buddy," You gush, leaning down to squeeze him in a hug, "Okay, are you ready for dinner? Dad made paaastaaa."

"And latkes," Aaron informs you, arms curling around your waist from behind as his lips hover by your ear, "They might not be the best pair in the world, but Jack wanted spaghetti tonight."

"No meatballs?" You raise an eyebrow.

"No meatballs." Aaron shakes his head, dropping a kiss to your cheek as Jack races to the table, "But we do have christmas cookies for dessert."

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner scenario #aaron hotchner oneshot #aaron hotchner one-shot #aaron hotchner one shot #aaron hotchner headcanon #aaron hotchner headcanons #aaron hotchner hc #aaron hotchner hcs #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotchner blurb #aaron hotchner drabble #aaron hotchner dialogue #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner x reader fanfiction #aaron hotchner x jewish!reader #jewish!reader

[cringelordofchaos]

welcome. I like your shoelaces.

And Your Rat's Eggs. •

Salutations, earthlings (or non-earthlings)! I don't know what you're doing here but beware for you are coming in for a ride! The only problem is the driver never went through a single driving lesson so don't blame me if we crash!

Beware, as this blog may include many depictions and discussions of unreality, swearing, death, trauma, ableism, racism, and more. At times I forget to tag these potentially triggering topics.

Yes, I had indeed attempted to make an introductory post! It heavily pains me to write this all, given my distinguished and embarrassing personality, but on this boat we strive to not care! Cringe culture is dead and I'm coming for your pancreas and brain tissue if you so dare to disagree.

So, without further ado!

x DNI x

if you're a bigot in any way (queerphobic, n@zi, racist, sexist, ableist, generally discriminatory, etc etc)

also this isn't really a dni criteria but pls don't behave inappropriately when interacting with me, keep it at a joke level maximum, I value my comfort over your pleasure

x NICKNAMES x

I am fine with anything you so dare to call me, be it a regular name or a homophobic slur. I quite frankly don't give a shit. However, nicknames I most prefer amount to DOMINO, TOKI and GOBLIN !!

x MY POSITION IN THE ALPHABET SOUP x

I am fine with any pronouns, though in terms of preferences I do gravitate towards they/them more than anything else. Everything else is irrelevant, but I am queer, and I don't think I make it subtle (?).

- https://en.pronouns.page/@CringeLordOfChao - my pronouns page

x FANDOMS/INTERESTS/GENERAL FAVES x

(I'm not as into some of these fandoms as I am in others, for example i barely know crap about Moomintroll I only sometimes watch some scenes of it on yt as a comfort show and I still listed it here, you can ask me about specific fandoms and how much I'm into them)(bold text = obsessed/into it enough to the point of being capable of infodumping about it/having a decent amount of opinions on it/having a conversation about it) (nvm idek anymore just ask me if I'm interested in it or not atm)

Video games: Skyrim, OMORI, BAD END THEATER, her tears were my light, Adventures with Anxiety!, Sonic The Hedgehog (general), Parappa The Rapper, Parappa The Rapper 2, Um Jammer Lammy, Minecraft, MineCraft StoryMode, Duolingo, Pokémon (general), Pizza Tower, Amanda The Adventurer, Cuphead, Word Trip, UNDERTALE. Tomadachi Life, ROBLOX,

Roblox games: Flicker, my eyes deceive, Adopt Me!, Royale High, Sonic Pulse RP, Horse Valley, Rate My Avatar, Speed Run 4, copyrighted artists, Pyrite Adventure, Wolves Life, Total Roblox Drama, Murder Island 2, Sonic World Adventure,

Neurodivergence (such as, but not limited to): Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD), Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD), Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD), Bipolar Personality Disorder (BPD), Fetal Alcohol Syndrome (FASD), Avoidant Personality Disorder (AVPD), Down Syndrome, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD), etc etc

Animated series: The Music Freaks, hfjONE, The Owl House, Amphibia, Sonic Prime, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Parappa The Rapper, Sonic X, AVM Shorts, The Loud House, The Casagrandes, Legend of Korra, Pokémon, Total Drama (Island/general), Willcraft's Monster School, LEGO Ninjago, Spirit Riding Free, Moomintroll (2017), DuckTales (2017), My Little Pony; Friendship is Magic, The Cuphead Show, Sonic Boom, The Amazing World Of Gumball, Kipo And The Age Of Wonderbeasts,

Non-animated shows: Stranger Things, Umbrella Academy, Dark, Only Fools And Horses, The Modern Family, Sesame Street,

Comics: Sonic The Hedgehog (IDW)

Animated movies: Sonic The Hedgehog (1996)/Sonic OVA, The Last Guest, Nimona, The Lego Movie, Equestria Girls (all parts), Moana,

Non-animated movies: Sonic The Hedgehog + Sonic The Hedgehog 2 [i guess, I feel obliged to like it since I'm a sonic fan], Avatar, Alpha,

Webcomics (all available on WEBTOON!): Blooming Season, The Last Dimension, Unfamiliar, Jackson's Diary, North Korean Kid, Heartstopper, Is chair still in the park?, Ghost Eyes, Meow Are You?, The Recloseted Lesbian, War and Tea, Hyperfocus, Erma, Emmy The robot, Post Harbor, Spellward Bound, The Little Trashmaid, Of Aliens And Cacti, MAX has AUTISM, Hollow Kid, Aurora Borealis, Always Human, Will There Be A Tomorrow? (H), High Class Homos, Everything Is Fine, Home Sweet Ghost, Notumare, Heartstopper,

Books: The Name Of This Book Is Secret (all 5 parts), Hobbit, Ana, Teo, Warrior Cats (general),

Music creators: Radiohead, Rex Orange County, Laufey, bo en, Jack Stauber, Jay Vincent, Kaden Mackay, Olivia Rodrigo, if I was 9 again the only person on this list would be Alan Walker (I don't care about his music anymore), Pink Floyd, liana flores, Your Favorite Martian,

Gacha Stories: Boy With Bad Luck, Girl With Good Luck, The Music Freaks episodes 1-11, Shy Family, Shy Family PART 2, Lesbian Liar part 1-5, A Walking Disaster, Fated Sisters, A Beautiful Tragedy, The Mute Tomboy, literally anything made by Hxnnah rlly,

Favorite YouTubers: Flamingo, RosyClozy, TheOdd1sOut, Illymation, Hxnnah, [Brii Studios UwU], Cypopps, Emzii, NerdyArty, Marikyuun, ExtraRosy, WowzaDawg, foster on the spectrum, Behind The Meme, LilyTrescot SMP, JaidenAnimations, Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows, Ice Cream Sandwich, How To ADHD, LesbianMindflayer,

Favorite Tumblr blogs (not including mutuals srry xx): @/oneeyedleaf, @/nerdyarty, @/tmf-confessions (technically a mutual), @/i-say-ok, @/sonicshipbattles, @/uncharismatic-fauna, @/official-boob-posts, @/identifying-horses-in-posts, @/sonicthehedgehog, @/inthetags, @/notumare (tech a mutual), @/your-blorbos-are-queer, @/the-owl-house-takes, @/incognitopolls, @/my-autism-adhd-blog. @/hot-take-tournament, @/haveyouseenthismovie-poll, @/aita-blorbos, @/oc-aita, @/jagged--dust-jacket-analysis (also tech a mutual), @/hero-deserves-to-be-happy, @/just-a-blog-for-polls, @/thistmfcharacteris, @/sonicapproves, @/lordystrange, @/aphantimes, @/neurotypical-sonic, @/fishyfishyfishtimes. @/adhd-sonic-the-hedgehog, @/obelisart, @/queeradhdcultureis, @/pd-culture-is, @/content-free, @/starscatteredsky, @/hero-deserves-to-be-happy,

Miscellaneous: zoology, drawing, using Picrew, ninjas, goblins, parallels in writing (this obsession is eating me alive I swear I'll literally analyze my events as if they're fictional and I'll draw parallels between them and my favorite fandoms/past events pls send help), daydreaming, dust, media analysis, character analysis, calculators, singing, mushrooms, weirdcore, goblincore, sociology, vocabulary, MBTI,

Languages (both real and fictional)(I only actually know some of these)(still learning): ninjargon, dovahzul, spanish, japanese, serbian, english, na'vi,

Things I'm planning to get into : Zoology, crocheting, Terraria, The Lego Movie: The Sequel, The Wilds, Warrior Cats, crafting, Nimona (comic), Notumare, The Mechanisms, Dark, Inscryption, The Adventure Zone, DELTARUNE, Teen Wolf, Solitaire, Sonic X, Good Omens, Voltron, The Amazing Digital Circus, Steven Universe, Oblivion, Star Vs The Forces Of Evil, MineCraft StoryMode, Percy Jackson, the pink corruption,

My own stories/Fanfiction plots: ghost!SUNNY AU (OMORI), Mob Academy (Minecraft fanfic), Carla and Silvia, omori!Hanahaki AU (OMORI), Flicker fanfic, HOLLOW HEART, (feel free to ask about any of these!!!)

Things I plan to get into again: MLP;FiM, Ninjago,

x KIN/FAV CHAR LIST x

(bold text = absolute fave!!)

TMF - Jake Sterling, Millicent Brooks, Drew, Lia, Sean Everett, Daisy,

ST - William Byers, Eleven/Jane Hopper/Byers, Jonathan Byers, Robin Buckley, Joyce Byers, Lucas Sinclair, Dustin Henderson, Kali Prasad,

PTR - Jammer Lammy, Parappa The Rapper, Katy Kat

STH - Sonic The Hedgehog, Miles Tails Prower The Fox, Mimic The Octopus, Whisper The Wolf, Sticks The Jungle Badger, Amy Rose The Echidna-Rascal (personal hc),

TOH - Luz Noceda, Agustus Porter, Edalyn Clawthorne, King Clawthorne, Lilith Clawthorne, Philip Whittebane/Belos (do not excuse his actions whatsoever), Enzo Gabriel The Collector

Amphibia - Marcy Wu, Sprig Planters

OMORI - KEL/KELSEY, OMORI, SUNNY, MARI, THE MAVERICK/MIKHAEL, PESSI, CAPT. SPACEBOY,

SS - SpongeBob SquarePants

Minecraft - Creeper, The Ender Dragon, Herobrine, Enderman, Wolf, Fox, The Wither

RBLX Flicker - Eduardo, Rita, Mikah, Amethyst, Adora, Amani

TMNT - Michelangelo!!

TLH - Luna Loud, Lincoln Loud, Lenni Loud, Lucy Loud, Clyde ??

TD(I) - Noah, Izzy, Dawn, Ezekiel

Ninjago - Jay Walker, Nya, Zane Julien, Akita,

WEBTOON TLD - Alex Hill, Phillip Maxwell, Anne Marie De Delle

x SHIP LIST x

[character] x no one = I like the interpertation of said character being aroace/just not dating anyone in general. (Bold text)= otp

OMORI - suntan, sunflower, heromari, goldrush, sunburn, photobomb, KEL x no one, herobowen, etc

STH - blazamy, whispangle, sonknux, sonadow, sonic x no one, kittails, amy x no one, stickmy, sticknux (but in a very specific modern sth way), sticks x no one, sonjet, shadisper, etc

TMF - ooo boy... milliot, jailey, hailia, drake, laisy, saisy, dailia, dadie, jaisy, jenry, drew x no one, drakailey, henriam, ladie/salia, platonic draisy, platonic henria, more xx

PTR - sunny x no one, parappa x matt, parappa x pj berri, parappa x no one, etc

Ninjago - lava, plasma, techno, jaya, bruise, opposite, pixane, glacier, harumya (?), lloyd x no one, cole x no one, nya x no one, qp mud, etc

TD - noco, gwourtney, nowen, breoff, bfffls, dizzy,

WEBTOON TLD - alex x phillip, anne x

x ANIMALS I LIKE x (few are fictional) •

virgin island's dwarf gecko, blobfish, horses, roosters, unicorns, wolves, anglerfish, immortal jellyfish, lion mane's jellyfish, okapis, rats, reek stonefish, doves, pigeons, vultures, cats, echidnas, frogs, star nosed moles, naked mole rats, moths (they seek the light which only further strays them away from life, the truth), spiders, rock doves, blue jaya tongue skinks, australian ghostsharks, aye-ayes, goblin sharks, dragons, whatever the fuck atla's momo is, lemurs, squirrels, flying squirrels, capybaras, OMG I JUST FOUND OUT FLYING LEMURS ACTUALLY EXIST THEYRE CALLED colugos, gerenuks, jabirus, jaguarundis, japanese spider crabs, jerboas, pangolins, potoos, thorny devils, snakes, black cats, vampire squids, northern stargazer,

x TAGS x

ghost!sunny au, >:], to do list, omori!hanahaki au, important, urgent, rb, asks, animalsss, others art, others writing, vent? like among us?, I am not funny, byliner, house design inspo, minecraft fanfic inspo, mari appreciation 💜, sean appreciation, fictional birthday, music, rb, tickposting, mari wheelchair au, serbian shit, carla and silvia, my oc, my ocs, my story, mob academy, hollow heart, 🎩🕊️, 🎩🕊️ • ❓, my polls, polls, 🎩🕊️ • ✉️, 🎩🕊️ • 📜, 🎩🕊️ • 🪬, 🐀🥚, me on anon, freakblr colour war, hailey hair controversy, freakblr colour war 2, freakblr colour war ii, mecoded, cringe confession of the day, gay screenshot collection, my top posts,flicker webseries preparations, hyper-cis, freakblr lore, my mom watches tmf, into the rosyverse, background-chan,

x TAGS FOR FANDOMS x (aka fandom acronyms) •

omori, tmf, st, go, ptr, sth, avm shorts, atla, rblx, amphibia, yfm, etc (if a franchise has 2 words or more when I reblog posts about that franchise the fandom tags I'll use for them will be exclusively the acronyms even if it isn't most preferred)

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9.1,13.19,15,18,18,25°

My life will end incomplete! ~~××

(I'll try updating this later)

(this is like the tenth time doing this, I'm only capable of making intro posts in ONE RUN I guess, I am in pain, sjkdcie)

xxOTHER NOTES:

I occasionally post pretty angsty, overwhelmingly negative, and at times violently suggestive vent content here. If you do not like that, please filter the tag #vent? like among us?

I might have depression and/or adhd so that's probably gonna mess up my life and social interactions ummm (I'm a sensitive individual so please don't be too harsh)

I sometimes draw, don't expect it to look good though. You can request any prompt !!

My Roblox accounts are FinVanzahDovahKiin and stejsi_079 !!

My DeviantArt account is Unoriginal Creator !!

Even though I had formerly stated that this blog may contain triggering themes (even though I can't quite recall much triggering posts/reblogs I have on here??) this blog is mostly silly, it's just me being me

I have a lot of TMF mutuals, we have a lot of inside jokes that may not make any form of sense to outsiders

Even though I had also stated I have my own fanfiction ideas I like, I have not written any of them down and God knows when I will.

I need to spend less time on the internet for the sake of my health

My YouTube account is [InsertUnoriginalNameHere] !! (I've deleted 90% of my former content. Also most of my videos on there are like 2 years because I stopped posting after my parents found out it existed)

I have an alt account @freakblr-lore !! Studying the lore of tmf but mostly the subculture of freakblr

I also have a tmf Sean Everett rp/ask blog called @mr-broom !

I ALSO have a tmf Daisy rp/ask blog called @x-daisy-x !

There's also another one @hailey-i-guess

Another one @xjaded-sadiex

I'm disappointed in myself. I made an rp/ask blog for an entirely irrelevant background character. What the fuck. @background-bg-chan

IM PLANNING TO MAKE A ROBLOX FLICKER WEBSERIES!!! Posts related to it will be tagged "flicker webseries preparations".

There's an Elliot one now too!! @xx0blooming-orchid0xx

@sussy-albertaretz-core my fan blog for the Roblox YouTuber flamingo

please ask me anything about any of my interests

#intro #intro post #introduction post #introduction #•rise of domino• #introductory post #post of introduction #🎩🕊️ #obligatory post of introduction #tw swearing

[makoza]

Ayo!

Fun New Thing!: If you can guess where the quote in my description came from we can be friends.

Making a quick pinned cause I have noticed that I've been getting a few people following me around here and I just wanna let people know what they might be getting into by doing so.

First off, hi! My name is Michael and welcome to my main tumblr blog. This is basically my anything goes blog where if I vibe with a post I reblog it. Please be aware that I am random as shit. One reblog might be something like art or writing advice and the very next one might be talking about sex positivity. My interests are as varied as the stars and be forwarned I tag basically fucking nothing. Fast reblog is my life on this blog, so just be aware of that when following me.

Please note: If at any point I post something that you want me to add a tag to simply link the post and what tag you need added and I will do so, but please don't expect me to remember to add it every time because, again, 90% of the time I use the fast reblog function.

Some topics you might see on this blog, but are not exclusive:

➤ Shipping Discourse

➥ I am firmly proship. Don't like? Do us both a favor and just block me.

➤ Writing and Art Tips/Advice

➥ I am both an artist and a writer. This stuff is helpful to me and might also be to any of my followers.

➤ Animals

➥ That's it. Just animals. Usually cool color mutations but also just cool facts about them in general as well.

➤ Sex Positivity

➥ This user is very sex positive and as such I might reblog posts about such topics from time to time.

➤ Fandom Things

➥ I am part of many various fandoms so occasionally you might see me reblog something related to those fandoms.

➤ Self Shipping

➥ I am a self shipper. And though I keep those posts primarily to my side, I might occasionally make a post here related to the topic. Cringe culture is dead, so don't like? Don't read.

➥ By the by, please follow my self ship blogs for this topic specifically! @redwingedwolves is my main and @redwingedwolvesafterdark is my 18+ side!

Another thing to note on this blog, as stated in my bio, I am a 25+ adult and as such I do adult things such as cuss and discuss adult topics. If that has the possibility of making you uncomfortable simply block me. Do not, however, DM me, or send me an ask saying how I shouldn't behave in this way as there are kids around. I am aware of this. I am also aware that the tumblr app is listed as 17+ and the site itself is 13+. If there are teenagers here who are mature enough to go on the internet unsupervised, they are mature enough to curate their own internet experiences. This is my blog, I do as I please. Don't like? Block me.

My personal tags are #random shit and #mike-rambles. I use these for basically any and all text posts. Feel free to blacklist them if you don't wanna see my rambling.

Well, I believe that's it for now. If you have any questions my inbox is open.

#pinned post #random shit #mike-rambles

[night-city-netrunner]

I'm seeing some disturbing trends in my followers, so let's clean house real fast.

1. Abortion access is healthcare. This is not debatable.

2. Trans lives matter, and it's none of your business how those trans lives choose to behave, so long as they are not hurting themselves or others. TERFs, Transmeds and Truscum can all fucking die in a hole, thanks.

3. Fiction and reality are not the same. How you treat fiction does not indicate your actual personality or morals.

4. Palestine is undergoing a genocide at the hands of the Zionist state of Israel, and America is complicit. This is fact.

5. Cringe culture is dead. Stop bullying people on the internet.

Unfollow and block me right now if any of this is something you disagree with. I do not want you here.

#clean house #clear out if you disagree #fffffuck off #neo speaks #neo hates bigots

[cake-n]

You're assuming people identify as so-and-so, not out of good faith (i.e. not being genuine), but out of a desire to "be special" and "stand out", which I find odd. How are you so sure that is their motive, rather than a true identification? You, I presume, do not know them personally, and have never investigated why they identify as such. I personally identify with neogenders & neolabels privately & between friends.

Not only are you assuming their motives and how they behave, but you are also assuming everyone who uses these identifications belongs to a particular group (young children, etc).

Pronouns to address oneself is essentially just a shortened nickname for ease of convenience to address them. You have no issues with address someone as a, but have issues with people inventing pronouns because you personally cannot adapt to it? (It is "gramatically correct" because it follows proper gramatical constructions for pronouns, such as "posessive pronouns". The same word may the same thing, so it is actually gramatically correct.)

I understand someone identifying as such may seem silly to you, but that's no reason to demean and insult and scapegoat a large group of people like this. Do not blame transphobia, a widescale & systematic issue, onto a comparatively small fraction of the trans population, if you please. Having a "weird" identity does not eradicate their existing identity as a transgender person. Transphobes will cling onto anything deemed "socially unacceptable" — anything that is deemed "embarassing, cringe, insulting, silly, stupid, fake, deceptive" etc & will endlessly mock, berate, stalk, criminalize, hurt & murder trans people for having a "weird" identity of ANY flavor; do not take a part of that, please. It is not beneficial to anyone.

thank you sm for you intake 👍 from what I've seen and searched , xenogenders chooses their gender based on vibes and stuff they like , I saw some with a huge list of their gender , including, springgender , pupgender , lemonpiegender .. Also , I searched and I've never seen or heard about an old person using these . have you seen a 70 year old queer identity as a lemon pie ? a 45 mother identify as a male puppy? . I don't understand why you feel the need to include that in the LGBTQ community if you just like clouds and candy , anyway on pronouns why calling it pronouns if they're nicknames between friends ?? because they want to feel special and have a community, which they are welcomed btw . about cis people I'm not concerned about their validation fr I do not care and they probably think my gender is fake too (I'm non binary and uses they them) but I do care about the safety of my fellow trans people,they are being murdered and discriminate against, obviously xenos aren't the reason but they do contribute to the stigma of trans people who existed since the dawn of time , I've seen and experienced xenos calling trans people and myself included transphobic , abelist and got send death threats (Which are serious when the percentage of trans suicide is this high ) because of our concerns and opinions. finally cringe culture is dead , they can be embarrassing as long as they don't hurt anyone, god knows I and everyone was lol oh also about the grammar someone explained it to me so I get it but still they should use nicknames like everyone, my username is cake since I love it but it isn't what I am.

[jackasuke]

I rlly hate how sooo many ppl on this site will preach that cringe culture iz dead and that we cans do watever we want now and be ourselvez without shame but like!!! as SOON as the “cringey” thing somebody is doing isn’t playing minecraft or as soon as they aren’t a child it’s suddenly okai 2 make fun of them! liek wtf??? You can’t say that cringe culture is ded and then make fun of da way sumbody types, or make fun of ppl who still like undertale, or make fun of autistic ppl (AUTISTIC ADULTS INCLUDED), or make fun of ppl for doing things that don’t harm u just bcoz u think they’re “weird” cuz like... NEWSFLASH ASSHOLE!!! MAKING FUN OF SUMBODY 4 BEING WEIRD... IS CRINGE CULTURE!!! 

Not everybody’s interests r gonna be “normal” enough for you to understand, not everybody’s behavior will be “acceptable” enough 4 u 2 get but liek!!! If you don’t understand it or get it just move the fuck on insted of laughin at them or sendin them mean messages or askin “What year is this? am I having a stroke?? what’re u doing op???” That shit is so rude!!!!!! Do NOT make fun of somebody’s self insert art, do not make fun of a doll collector’s dolls (even if u think they r creepy), do not make fun of how sumbody types, do not make fun of adults who like childish things, do not make fun of autistic ppl 4 being themselves, do not make fun of scene kids or other alt kids, dont make fun of somebodys “weird” hobby, dont make fun of how some ppl act/behave if its not harmful, dont make fun of ppl with “silly” and “wacky” aesthetics, just like... IM FUCKING begging u ppl!! to not make fun of ppl for their interests and 4 being happy!!! 

Or, like, at the very least if you’re going to be an absolute asshole and make fun of others 4 being happy... don’t do it while claiming that cringe culture is dead. Because, if ur makin fun of ppl for doing ultimately harmless thingz that u think are stupid/weird and that u dont understand.... cringe culture is alive and well

#srry im mad #ive gotten soo many messagez abt how i type #and like. shut the fuck up i type liek dis 4 a goddamn reason #cringe culture is dead #scenecore #actuallyautistic #jaro.txt

[punk-zionist-vibes]

Friendly Reminder! 💕💕

Human rights no matter the freedom speech is not an opinion. it's a test of your moral compass.

Stereotypes and "Offensive Humor" is just an excuse to be racist and get away with it.

If a situation has nothing to do with you, it is Not Your Say What Happens. ((Example; white people don't have the right to "decide" whether or not black lives matter protests have the right to exist, they have NOTHING to do with it and should keep to themselves. this is in the hands of black people to decide whether or not this is necessary.

Example 2;; "Woman shOulDn't Have AbortiONs" if you are not a woman. you don't get to decide this either. this is between women, and those able to get pregnant. if you are unable to get pregnant you should have no right deciding whether or not this is necessary))

If Freedom is making others feel horrible just for the sake of it, is it truly worth it?

being religious is fine if you're not using it to police or refine others lives, nor to excuse any horrible actions. when they say "Don't use God's name in vain", they didn't just mean saying it in general, they meant not using it to justify any sinful or hateful decisions or opinions you might have.

Cringe culture is dead. Let people have fun as long as they're not harming others with it. you're allowed to hate things without being open or hateful towards others about it.

Being passive isn't being kind. often times kindness is the strength to act upon the morally correct decisions, even if required to be done a little less politely. acting like kindness is a weakness is often just the fear of the idea of us getting along, why not share your candy bar with someone? or call someone out on doing the wrong thing to help them grow as a person?

Same goes the other way around.

You are not strong for being a jerk to the people around you, Toxic Masculinity should be frowned upon, and everyone reading this tonight is encouraged to give a compliment to their closest friend.

You are not a simp for showing others basic decency, or for showing someone respect/platonic affection/mutual interest.

Men aren't the Problem, sexism is. White people aren't the problem, Racism is.

Phobia or hate against people for their religion is still racism. especially when the people of that religion have been badmouthed/harassed GLOBALLY and/or have systematic history with insults formed against people of the specific religion. you don't get a free pass just because religious people have traumatized you.

Not sure how to explain this one, so by example; "Oh I knew a very loud asian in our class so all asians are loud" is the exact sort of mindset that helps encourage racism to begin itself.

no one is the same. not even by race. deciding what people are like by what they look like, where they come from, or what their race is, instead of what their personality is actually like makes you seem like a jerk, actually.

Nuerodivergents often require different approaches or steps, and even more patience & understanding. deciding they have to be exactly like nuerotypicals or else dangerous comes across as very albiest. Being more "strict" about how people with nuerotypes are allowed to behave in society doesn't make them feel any more willing to do it, it just scares them off and makes them feel worse even reading whatever you have to say if you lack understanding and extensively provide them with hostility instead of guiding them through what their meant to do.

being hurt doesn't give you the right to hurt others. being traumatized doesn't give you the right to traumatize others. you still have the chance to work on yourself and be a better person, no matter what you suffer.

Also if you're a Racist/Misogynist/sexist/pedophile/Nazi/Facist, you are NOT WELCOME HERE.

Thank youuuu 💕💕💕

#Emalia hosts a Ted Talk #Thank you for attending #♡*

[a-d-curtis]

Trust - Kataang Week 2019

A/N: As you can see, these all seem to exist in their own separate worlds. In the last one, Aang and Katara were married young; in this one, they are still not married. But that’s the beauty of fanfiction, right? Anyway, hope you enjoy.

……….

Katara was pretty used to the way women looked at her boyfriend by now.

Aang had always been cute: big expressive eyes in an almost cherubic face. But in the last few years he had definitely moved from the “adorable” phase of childhood and even through the “everyone-goes-through-it” phase of early adolescence to now being a very attractive young man. Katara definitely appreciated what Aang had grown into, and in a smug sort of way, self-congratulated herself on her “foresight” to snag him when he was still so young and awkward (although that choice had really had very little to do with “snagging” him, and everything to do with having fallen in love with her best friend.) But even she would admit to herself that the fact that he was such a looker now was satisfying.

Aang had a very distinct look – from his shaved head to his uniquely air nomad facial features (which now equated to one-of-a-kind), to his orange and yellow robes and his blatant blue full-body tattoos – everything about him was exotic and striking. It was pretty much impossible for Aang to go anywhere in public without being recognized. Even when he did try to “cover up” to blend in, that generally led to strange clothing (hard to cover hands and foreheads up nonchalantly) and something about it bothered him; he didn’t like doing it. Sometimes it beat being mobbed, but most of the time Aang just went through life as himself, which came with the natural consequence of too much attention.

Katara knew that Aang was gregarious and enjoyed meeting new people. But sometimes it did get pretty annoying to deal with her boyfriend being continually fawned over by fan-girls. Aang, for his part, was often oblivious; when he did catch on that a girl was into him, he instantly got awkward, self-conscious, and a bit bumbling.

Katara considered herself a much better gauge for flirtatious behavior than Aang. Even now at nearly seventeen, Aang often erred on the side of guileless and overly trusting; probably since his view of the world was similar to the way that he himself behaved. He was pretty guileless, so his natural assumption was that everyone else was as well. Even after years of political meetings and debates, Aang’s basic MO was to be transparent and honest. He wasn’t stupid (as a boy he hadbe manipulated and pawned in the political arena by conniving leaders with forked-tongues and personal agendas, but since then he had wizened up and learned to stand his ground); however, he still opted for openness and sincerity in his own dealings. And being a bit shrewder in politics did not necessarily translate directly into social and romantic arenas. And when it came to women, Aang could be infuriatingly naive sometimes.

Like the time last year when the daughter of their host in a small village inland from the foggy swamp had waited for Aang in Appa’s stable. When he came to feed Appa, the girl started untying her sash and taking off her robe. And what had Aang’s response been? “Oh, I didn’t know you were changing in here… I’ll just go then…” Katara had dropped her head into her hand in exasperation when he told her about it. Aang, what were you, raised by monks in an all-male monastery or something?

Or like right now, how Aang sat surrounded by three very forward, uppity Ba Sing Se noble girls; the girls were dressed to the hilt, but with the way they were leaning into him, they looked like they were not committed to staying so… Katara huffed as she approached their table at the outdoor café. She and Aang had both donned Earth Kingdom green, in an effort to blend in just a little. But Aang had not worn a hat, and even if he had, he was likely to be discovered anyway.

As Katara approached the table with two small bowls of soy sauce and vinegar in her hands, she saw that one of the girls was in her seat. Her blood started to simmer as she shouldered her way to the table, setting down the sauce bowls.

“Oh hi, Katara! Girls this is my girlfriend, Katara! Katara, this is Qing, FengFeng and Miling.”

The girls smiled, regarding Katara with veiled distain, looking her up and down before tossing their heads and turning their giggling attention back to Aang.

“Your girlfriend, huh?” one of them said.

“We’ve heard so much about you... Katara, was it?” the one sitting in her seat spoke with a fake smile and sickly sweet voice. “I didn’t realize you two were stilltogether.” She said the word “still” like it was some great annoyance.

Katara matched her tone, the two understanding each other perfectly, “Yeah, we are stilltogether. And you three are interrupting our date.” Then with an even sweeter voice, “Now run along now!”

The girls huffed and shuffled to leave, telling Aang how “happy they were to meet him!” and how they “hoped to run into him again sometime soon!”, touching his arms, and one of them even running her hands along his shoulders as they jingled away.

Aang rubbed the back of his neck as Katara sat down, “You didn’t have to be so rude to them, Katara…”

Katara’s jaw set, “well you didn’t have to be so nice.”

“They just said they wanted to thank me for ending the war. You know how that kind of thanks makes me uncomfortable, but it would be ungracious not to hear them out. Besides, I think they were just being friendly.”

“Uh-huh. Right. And what about that girl last night? What was it she asked you? Where exactlyyour tattoos go?Aang, don’t be naïve. These women all have ulterior motives.”

Aang blushed, “yeah, thanks for rescuing me last night. I was afraid she was going to ask to see them next…”

“See them? Aang, come on, she wanted a whole brail tour.”

Aang sunk deeper in his seat, his whole face turning red. “Katara! Why would you assume that?!”

“Aang, I just don’t get it. These girls hound you all the time. Would it kill you to just tell them to back off?”

“I don’t think they mean anything by it. They’re just curious. I don’t want to offend anyone…”

Katara grunted in disbelief. Aang was the ultimate people-pleaser: way too polite and worried about causing disagreements. This went beyond the Air Nomad cultural principle of pacifism; this came down to Aang’s own personality. He cringed at conflict and was always quick to step in as a peacemaker. Even when it came to women who threw themselves at him with varying degrees of blatancy, Aang had been known to go to ridiculous efforts to avoid confrontation with them rather than deal with it head-on.

“They are notjust curious, Aang. They are flirting with you! I don’t want to be the jealous girlfriend here, but come on! One of us has got to have her head screwed on strait!”

Aang somehow managed to look simultaneously disbelieving and guilty. But then his expression shifted to a wicked smirk. “You think Idon’t get it? But what about you? What about how guys are picking up on you all the timeand you act like you don’t even know its happening? Seriously, Katara, talk about calling the tea-kettle black!”

“That rarely ever happens. And besides, they don’t mean anything by it.”

Aang hooted in disbelief, “What?! How can you even saythat? What about just this morning in the market on our walk over here? I let go of your hand for one minute and the vulture-wasps descended!”

“Aang, I was shopping. Its their job to wait on me – they want me to buy their wares.”

“Uh-huh. Now who’s naive? That one guy didn’t have to stand there stroking your hand just to help you put on a bracelet.”

Katara looked a little shocked, “Aang! He was just doing his job; and besides, he was way too old for me.”

“Doesn’t matter. He was hitting on you. And not even subtly. Man, Katara, I can’t believe you couldn’t see that!”

Katara sat puzzled for a moment as Aang continued.

“All I have to do is look around; guys are checking you out all the time. I know I can’t really blame them (I mean, who wouldn’t? You’re gorgeous, Katara!), but it still bugs me. I want to tear their eyes off you and tell them to stop thinking what they’re thinking.”

“And how do you know what they’re thinking? You’re just getting worked up over nothing.”

“Believe me, Katara, I know what they’re thinking.” Then he looked away shyly, a guilty blush rising to his ears.

Katara melted a little. Aang was so adorable when he was jealous. Katara reached out her hand, placing it on his. He turned his palm up to meld with hers, bringing her hand up to his lips for a moment; an air of sobriety falling between them.

Katara ducked her head to catch his eye. “But none of that matters. We trust each other, Sweetie.”

Aang looked at her, more intensity in his eyes than she expected, “I trust you. Its themI don’t trust...”

“Exactly!” Katara jumped on this, “That’s exactly how I feel when I see these grasping women swooping down on you, while you act completely non-the-wiser!” She blew out a forceful breath, “and with this separation coming up… I just… I don’t know.” She struggled to put her feelings into words, “I guess I just can’t help but feel… apprehensive.”

Tomorrow morning Katara would be leaving Ba Sing Se for the South Pole. The ten-year anniversary of her mother’s death was coming up, and in the Water Tribe, that was a ceremonial year. All the loved ones of the deceased needed to gather for Ten Days of Remembrance, each day being specified with specific activities for honoring the dead. The final evening, the closest family members would convene in the tent of the Shaman who would lite incenses made from special herbs and perform the Final Ritual. People were sometimes known to see the souls of their deceased loved ones on this special night. But it was believed that after this ten-year milestone, the soul finally left this world for good, never to visit again. This was an important and sacred ritual, and she needed to be there – for her Dad, but also for herself.

Aang had to stay here in Ba Sing Se. The new Fire Nation Ambassador had figuratively burned a slew of political bridges in the Earth Kingdom, offending nearly everyone in King Kuei’s advisory cabinet. The woman meant well, and she wasn’t wrong in her opinions actually; but she was brash and outspoken, and like her element, pretty hotheaded. Things had gotten so heated in the last meeting that Aang had sent for Iroh to come from his teashop to talk some sense into his Nation’s ambassador and try to smooth over some bristling Earth Kingdom egos. As much as he didn’t like it, his life was not his own, and he simply could not leave Ba Sing Se right now. And frankly, he was over due for a scheduled meeting with Zuko in the Fire Nation as well; so as soon as he felt that the tenuous situation here was safe enough to leave, he would go directly there. So any thoughts of going to the South Pole with Katara were doubly out.

So the two of them were looking at anywhere from a month to two months away from one another. They had not spent this much time apart since… well since before they met.

Aang squeezed her hand, “Yeah, I feel apprehensive too. I hate being away from you, Katara.” Aang picked up his stool and brought it around the table, so the two could sit closer, his knees flanking hers as they sat facing one another. “But I don’t want you to worry about me and… other girls. That’s just ludicrous! You know you’re the only girl for me, Sweetie.”

Katara grasped both of his hands, looking at them as she placed them in her lap, “I know. I trust you, really, I do. I guess… I guess I would just feel a little better if you didn’t, I don’t know, let them flirt with you like that. I don’t like it when I’m here, but… I mean what will they be like when I’m not here to chase them away?!”

Aang brought his hand up to her face in affection. “What can I do to make you feel better?”

A sly smile crept up to Katara’s mouth, “you could try using firebending to make yourself hot so they can’t touch you…”

“Make myself hot…?” Aang asked incredulously.

“No! I mean you’re already hot… (that’s kind of the problem…) No, what I meant is make your body hotter so that…” Katara groaned as she dug herself deeper in this faux pas. “That doesn’t sound right! I mean, just… just burn them if they touch you! Or, heat up your skin so they burn their hands if they touch you… or something…” she trailed off lamely.

Aang laughed right out loud. Clearly amused by Katara’s mis-speech implying that somehow “being hotter” would help with his lady problems. “You want me to start burning people…? If they flirt with me…?”

Eventually Katara laughed too, admitting that her idea was ridiculous. But her feelings were genuine and she wanted to communicate that with Aang. “Ok, so no need to… burn anyone. But Aang can you really try to be a little more direct with these girls? Yes, they are being way too forward, and you aren’t exactly inviting them to hit on you, but… well, you aren’t exactly discouragingthem either…”

Aang sat back a little, stunned that Katara felt that way. Katara spoke again, “I mean, think about this in reverse, Aang. If I had been sitting there and three handsome guys were hovering around me when you went for sauces… how would youfeel?”

Aang sat for a moment, eyebrows drawn as he contemplating that.

Katara went on, “and how about if they were putting their hands on me like those girls did with you?”

Aang answered immediately, “I’d be steaming.” Then cocking a smile, “Most likely literally.”

“See! Well that’s how I feel!”

Aang looked at her again, kindness emanating from him, “I’m sorry, Katara. I hadn’t thought about it like that, from yourpoint of view. I don’t like them flirting with me either, but I just don’t want to offend anyone…” He took her hands in his again, “but I guess I amoffending someone when I let it happen. I’m offending you, and you’re the last person I want to hurt, Katara!”

“Aang, I know you are loyal to me, and I trust you. But I don’t like feeling jealous, and I do think there are things you could do to lessen the problem.”

“Okay. I’ll be better. I’ll be more upfront in discouraging women who hit on me.” Aang looked at her with a crooked smile, “and what about you? If I’m supposed to burn these girls, does that mean you have to freeze the guys that hit on you?” Aang added cheekily.

Katara laughed, and Aang added, “Then when we are finally back together after this time away from one another we can compare casualty-counts; sound fair?”

“Deal!”

………....

A/N: Anyone else feel like Aang is a little oblivious to girls flirting with him? We saw it in the show a little, and even more in the comics. I think that Katara would have a problem with this (and you can’t really blame her too much, right?)

Anyway, please leave me your thoughts!

#kataangweek #aang #katara #kataang #ALTA #avatar #avatar the last airbender #jealousy

[katliveblogs]

Mauer had always known that he was better than most when it came to communicating.  He had known some people who were similar, in school, working, getting to know others while training to be a soldier, just months ago.  The others had had excuses.  An abusive father they’d had to learn to manipulate, heavy pressure from a businessman parent to follow in footsteps.

It wasn’t like that for Mauer.  When he thought seriously about the way people interacted, certain ideas were so clear as to be obvious.  ‘Us versus them’ was a pervasive one, defining virtually every interaction across cultural, class, religious, and national lines.  One of the ones he’d grasped very early on.

But his captain wasn’t crouched here in the trench, telling Mauer that he was like one of the men with guns on the other side of no man’s land.  The captain was saying that Mauer was like one of the stitched.

Well yeah, I doubt you’re even getting close enough to the enemy soldiers to quantify a whole lot about the the way they behave. Also that sure is a way to generalize human interaction, albeit not the most generous one.

How very odd, that in the midst of this, the captain had phrased things in a way that made ‘them’ the stitched.  Not the men that were trying to kill them, not the men with brown skin, not the Mexican forces, but the stitched.

Well that gives us a location, as well as the first real hint at any kind of racial dynamics in this world.

Mauer nodded slowly.  Though the captain had already moved on from his neighbor to the next man, the man was looking over one shoulder, still watching and waiting for a response.

The stitched are dead.

Dead, but they still walk.

I’m more like them than like you?

Mauer strikes me as pretty not neurotypical here, with having to break down and analyze a statement mentally to get the meaning rather than it happening intuitively, making him kind of slow to respond.

An exploding shell nearby answered his thoughts.  He didn’t flinch as quickly or dramatically as some of the others.

Somewhere along the line, when he’d been too heartsick and tired to care, he’d started acting a little, to match the others as they’d cringed and cried out, or swore.  Now he wasn’t sure how much of his reaction was real.

The numb emotional responses together with the ease of analyzing and manipulating people brings to mind some kind of psychopathy/sociopathy, which doesn’t necessarily make you a bad person, but in the context of everything else it’s not a great sign for Mauer’s moral integrity.

#katliveblogs #twigliveblog #twig2.e

[racingtoaredlight]

Under The Cenote - Oh Canada

I am accustomed to metal sinks. Every other surface in the house was indestructible; concrete walls, heavy furniture, pasta tile flooring. Every noun in the rental was a suitable surface to ready bagged ice for margaritas save the plastic kitchen sink. Hindsight arrived when I tricep smashed an ice bag through the plastic kitchen sink. The plastic kitchen sink broke so perfectly the only noise was a ‘Huh’. I broke the plastic kitchen sink eight hours after Martha, the landlord, rescued me from a backyard hangover existence of one towel.  

At a small, socially distanced Yucateco hosted party an ‘expat’ Canadian told me I will appreciate Canada when I am older. Bitch we are both deliberately in Mexico during a deadly, contagious global plague. Face north when you lie. Please fuck off with the Burger King Presents Tim Horton’s quality tautology thesis premised on living which is impossible in Canada therefore could only be realized by not living in Canada.’ 

Growing older in Canada is impossible, how can anyone age if they are already dead, corpses funeral marching to the Hockey Night in Canada theme. Winter only embalms you for more winter and there is no spring thaw as time standstills between bland dinners served over joyless conversation.  Nobody is alive when the Roughriders on third down punt again to the Roughriders.    Canada must average the temperature of Stockholm Syndrome. Pay for a psychiatrist, pay for a psychiatrist because the free medical care does not consider the brain or teeth necessary to health (in fairness I could argue  a canuck’s quality of life would decrease if they could eat and think). Pay for mental health because you are arguing one day I will yearn to return to a Western, Siberian gulag. 

Take all the Best-Country-To-Live-In trophies and shove them in the frozen ass of the nearest, proud Canadian. Shove it in to unmoving eyes that can’t afford prescription glasses so their thrilled parents can brag to their boring friends about co-signing their child into the world’s dumbest mortgage.  Appreciate Canada more? I am the Anti-Canada Ambassador. Everyone gets to hate one country and I collect their answers. A Chilanga, fresh from laughing because I told her CDMX is suspect because they drink Barcadi, explained passionately she hated the French. We have good jobs, she explained, but we still drink Barcardi. From her I learned the Mayans had leprechauns, limericks and she told of the Aztecs adopting their god of love whose name sounded dangerously like Cúchulainn.   Yucatecos might be more Irish but Ireland is more Mexican.  A specific moonlight upon Mayan temples forms a serpent revealing the year she explained in lieu of answering why Mexico City drinks so much goddamn Bacardi White.

An accepted theory states Mayans were bred selectively smaller to be closer to the maiz, I posit they started worshipping the Jaguar after they became snack sized.  For all the teachings I told her about the worst French. Imagine people behaving horribly for the dumbest possible reasons, then imagine they did so snottily in the dumbest version of a language. Do you cringe at Ye Olde Inne signage? The entirety of the Quebecois parlance is Shakespeare English recited idiotically by the most illiterate person in your grade 10 English class en francais.    Fuck Quebec. Imagine Steve Bannon at his most islamophobic with Trudeau’s incoherent moral pretentiousness endlessly hectoring you in the dumbest French possible you must finance their new country. You owe them a new country because centuries ago colonial France lost a colonial war.  Fuck Quebec. Quebecers, idiotic bigots, are presently covid defying their own law which banned “face coverings” meaning hijabs, turbans and burkas. Apparently being religious in anti-French which is curious because the law specifically allows for crucifix wearing.

Fuck Quebec.    Only Canada could misunderstand the purpose of politeness to platform Quebec. A political platform so absurd every beer not in Quebec is bilingual.  And Alberta might be worse.  Appreciate Canada more as I get older? In Merida the 24 hour Canadian hospital on Calle 66 is one stumble away from a hotel that charges 100 pesos for 3 hours. Drunk Canadians abroad feel free to bland-splain away their transgressions because as they are Canadian therefore it wasn’t rude. Just because America is a prison of dying fatties between service jobs doesn’t mean you are the world’s pinnacle.  Imagine a nation so culturally bankrupt they boast multiculturalism as a national character:  1. How? 2. By definition how. 3. Seriously, how does that work.    All countries have Ethiopian restaurants you dullards. If Canada did develop a culture it would just be paternalistic warnings repeated en francais. 

I want to burn this bridge, the bridge to winter people thinking reservedness is the ultimate politeness.  Canada rests on false international prestige, I tell poly sci Mexicans that Canada’s schooling of the indigenous was purposely replicated in apartheid South Africa. I tell Summa Cum Laude DC graduates Trudeau fired the indigenous justice minister because she refused to pardon a corporation the World Bank blacklisted a hundred times over. I tell catina owners the controlled alcohol board refuses to sell at wholesale prices, I buy rum at the same price to Tiki Bar owners. I tell chefs you can’t buy a medium rare hamburger. I tell drinkers within the three months of good weather Toronto still tickets park drinking. I tell economists the province of Ontario lost money on a weed monopoly, which to be clear, was a monopoly selling weed to Canadians  I tell Libertarians about beer sold through a government protected, foreign owned monopoly. I tell liberal voters about Trudeau continuing to arm Saudi Arabia’s genocide of Yemen. The mayor of Toronto, the one after the crackhead, bragged low white collar wages to entice Amazon. On my former block a plaque was erected to explain the historical importance of a building torn down for condos. I tell investors about Warren Buffett, the Prime Minister and the Finance Minister conspiring to save a  fraudulent subprime lender to prevent the world’s biggest housing bubble from bursting. I tell West Virginians about the Irvine family who owns a province. I tell everyone a bill has been written to tax the internet to fund more Nickelback. We need more Canadian culture they argue, Nickelback needs money.  Martha said 70 pesos to fix the sink, she then refused the money. In her AirBnB review of me she said I was polite and reserved. I need to deprogram myself into enjoying life. I need to be more Mexican, I need to laugh from the back of my throat and eat more cochinita pibil, drink more mezcal surrounded by sunbathing geckos serenaded by tropical birds. I need to gossip more. I need to be told again how I mispronounced ‘ten years’ as “ten buttholes” and in the Yucatan that is how you get a nickname. I need to learn to be cold in perfectly warm weather. I need to unlearn Canadianess before learning how to wrest joy from this beautiful accident of life, a life of lottery winnings suddenly realized underneath the mathematical precision of Mayan stars.  At some point I should probably learn Spanish too.  

#merida #canada #cdnpoli #topoli #cutler 3 #canada blows

[humanoid-lovers]

The Perry Bible Fellowship gains yet another convert... 96 pages? More than enough to convert anyone to this fellowship. This book was that good, and immediately made me a fan of its unique brand of art and humor for life. Sexually daring and intelligently flavored, "The Trial of Colonel Sweeto and Others" is easily one of the funniest books I have ever come across, and not because it's lewd or shocking, but because it deals with cartoon characters behaving like crazed adults in no more than four panels per strip. 96 pages doesn't seem like a lot, but every one of the cartoons is idiosyncratic and contains something completely new. It's unlike anything I've ever read before, and the re-readability factor of this book is high. The cover art makes it look like a children's book, but once the very first page is turned and the "For Mature Readers" sign deceptively pops up, we're in completely different territory. Animals, fairy tale characters, household objects, food and an assortment of aliens and monsters all exhibit ridiculously funny behavior and some of the jokes are so well-timed that I found myself pedaling the book to anyone who seemed even remotely depressed. Reading this short collection really brightened up my day, and I can recommend it to anyone looking for a similar fix. Go to Amazon

PBF will keep you rolling. If you love the Perry Bible Fellowship Comics online, then think of this as a hard-copy back-up. If you are not familiar with the online comics, the book definitely is NOT for children nor is it much of a story but it's instant entertainment. It's modern off-beat humor all the way through: complete with past pop-culture references, and completely random topics. Just remember to read the comics from left to right for the full effect of the jokes. (no cheating!) Go to Amazon

Excellent Comic I follow PBF pretty closely on the web, but apparently not closely enough to realize there was a book of comics coming out. A coworker a few years ago turned me on to PBF and I've grown to love the off-the-wall, demented, widely varied comics. It's probably mostly the demenetedness. Go to Amazon

Good package of twisted humor Nicholas Gurewitch's Perry Bible Fellowship is a refreshing exception among webcomics: it combines good ideas, great visuals (most webcomics seem to manage just one of these two) and twisted humor that has more than just shock value. Go to Amazon

Dark comedy Highly recommended to fans of dark comedy. I do not read many comic strips as i find the humor to be far too broad, and the artwork usually too dull. PBF changed all that for me. Each 3 panel comic tells an entire story, while also creating entire worlds. Not everyone will find the humor in PBF funny, and may very well offend those with weak sensibilities. Do you think it would be possible for you to laugh at a kid stuck in a barn buring down? Or how about a little girl and her friends being killed by a velociraptor? If you cringe at the thought of these, don't bother here. This is for fans of perverse, strange, and dark comedy. I keep this book on my coffee table and show it to guests to determine their worth as human beings. If they laugh, they are my friends for life, if they just give a puzzled/disaproving scowl, I quickly show them the door, and sit proudly upon my pedastal of self-righteousness. Go to Amazon

Like The Farside only more messed up The comics are hilarious but often dark so those with more prudish tastes should steer clear, i.e. if you find "Family Circus" to be funny then this may not be for you. These comics are not newspaper fare and like the cover warns you this is for mature readers only, so don't let the Candy Landish cover fool you. Of course they are about to set that guy on fire if you look closely at it so....yeah. Go to Amazon

Invanluable piece of literature. You're a worthless failure at life if you don't find a way to own a copy of this masterpiece. Go to Amazon

Seriously... If you are not familiar with The Perry Bible Fellowship online then you need to acquaint yourself with it immediately if not sooner. Even if you're not into comics you will love this book. Not for kids, not for conservatives but perhaps the best damn book published from an online comic in the last year, probably ever. Go to Amazon

Five Stars A perfect fit for my worldview and sense of humor Five Stars Strange indeed Five Stars love it Fun in every page Five Stars Translates Well from Screen to Dead Tree ... it's turned up missing … I think other people like it as much as I do

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Any more HCs for Lucifer!Kara?

Brace yourself, I got way too carried away again ^^;;

Regarding his role in maintaining his church in the mortal realm in particular,He follows a tight schedule of mercilessly flinging his sinful brothers out of his house umpteen times a week.

He teaches classes in how to effectively destroy people should they interfere with the written code or just be an ass in general - since magic plays a part, he gets away with being able to perform some devil magic in front of his students by saying he’s a really really really good magician/medium lmaoOso is usually the test dummy.

He still wears all the leather and sparkles but it’s all faux and not tested on animals.

He thinks Goth fashion is wonderful, amused at the idea of humans embracing their inner demon. He soon starts adding a little bit of that influence into his own wardrobe, and positively beams when his followers say he looks “rad” and “metal as hell”. He doesn’t know what that means but it sounds pretty positive.

On stormy/cold winter nights he opens his doors to the homeless, stray animals and cast-off children and adolescents and gives them somewhere warm and safe to sleep, feeding them and cleaning them up.

When worried parishioners and priests of other faiths kick down the door and insist that Kara is a hell demon running a satanic cult that endorses all the evil parts of the Bible, he likes to play around with them. “Who, me? Why Father, I am but a humble servant in the eyes of your God” while presenting himself as foul and unholy monsters (a new one each time) that only the close-minded parishioners can see. It’s great fun watching them try to convince passersby and the police that the terribly average looking fellow feeding a stray dog in the doorway to an old building is Satan himself. (But that’s our secret).

To him, children are precious and are not to be swayed or influenced until they approach him with open-mindedness and intent to learn. He performs very down to earth magic tricks for them (be they the children of his followers or curious schoolkids) and tells them harmless scary stories with very exciting special effects.

He is guilty of torturing the wicked and criminals by earth law, especially pedophiles, rapists and men who abuse women and children. In his eyes, to live in a tiny room free of pain or to be granted the release of death is too generous for such evil, and he seeks to even the score. Justice is a fairy human concept but he appreciates why they’d enforce such a thing. He hopes his students never find out about the dungeon below the church floor.

People who call him painful get one of his poems stamped into their skin and it burns like hell for about a week.

He doesn’t deserve animals. There was a time seized puppies from breeding farms were taken to shelters to be destroyed. Alarmed, he took them in so that they could be rehomed later, and around 90 puppies slept on the church floor that night. He accepted no visitors, for anyone who woke the puppies would die a slow and painful death. One death for every puppy that was disturbed.

Halloween is his favourite. During his first year on earth he was introduced to the concept of celebrating the dead, the unholy, the spooky and the scary and he was just ecstatic about it. A chance to indulge in the wicked out in the open and no one suspects a thing; also for a whole day he can walk around with his horns/wings/tail out. He’s now known for throwing the best Halloween parties with the most thrilling games and jokes.

Jyushi is the only one of the brothers who behaves himself whenever they all visit, so Kara often invites him to stay and help him out around the place. Sometimes Ichi can be tamed by all the stray cats that frequent the church grounds and Totty just sits around waiting for someone good-looking or rich enough to corrupt, but 9/10 times there is usually chaos.

TFW your students can’t see/don’t know you have brothers so you have to keep your cool while they’re screwing around during rituals until you can torture them later when everyone’s gone.

He was curious enough to drop in during a Catholic sermon once, positively cringing when he saw the flavourless crusty bread being offered up to people. He serves up chocolate cake to his followers and visitors now.

If the schedule allows for it, he often offers up the building as a meeting place for charity organisations when they host events, particularly for helping the homeless, raising awareness and prevention for abuse in humans/animals and equality marches. Sometimes they even join in, because who doesn’t want dream of a happier mortality? Jyushi brings the chocolate cake for everyone.

“My darling students! Today is the day you become the doting master, and I your enlightened pupil. What is a Meme?”

(Learning about memes was a mistake, Oso got a hold of them and keeps carving Pepes into the ceiling and screaming WE DEM BOYS during High Mass.)

He offers lots and lots of services for the local community - particularly for members of his church. Mothers who are late for work and couldn’t find a babysitter in time are welcome to leave their children in his care (Jyushi is a big hit with them), prople who have hit rock bottom and don’t know where to turn often confide in him. Those he helps often offer donations to the cause as thanks for his support, but he never takes from those he knows are or might be in financial trouble.

One day Jyushi came home and asked Kara to play baseball with him. Kara hadn’t the faintest idea what that was, so Jyushi told him about how he’d spent time exploring the city and learned a lot about human social culture and the games they play. Baseball wuickly became his favourite. They played a little catch until Kara got the gist, slowly moving to a full blown baseball match.Considering it a success, they now take days off from the church to mingle with humans and learn a little more about their every day. Kara’s current record for longest time spent in a clothes shop is 6 hours.

He doesn’t understand why alcohol is called “the Devil’s Nectar”. It’s absolutely disgusting and he wants no part of it. Coffee however, oh boy, now you’re talking.

Overview:Given that the LV image of Satan is that of enlightenment, Kara is rarely vengeful and judgemental unless something evil has taken place, which then triggers him to cleanse the world of such unredeemable filth. He himself seeks to learn and drives his teachings toward acceptance of all things, prioritising the pursuit of happiness so long as no harm or ill-treatment comes to others in the process. Sometimes his devil side shows through, like the enjoyment he gets out of strangling his brothers when they get to close to his beloved students, how he looks forward to a do-gooder parishioner appearing at his door just so he can scare them with a new monster mask he has lying around for the occasion, the power and relief he feels from destroying criminals and ridding the world of their treachery, but overall he takes pride in his work guiding others through their darkest hours and promoting valuable pursuits.

#I fell asleep after I uploaded the picture last night because it was 1am - sorry about that lmao #I'm in too deep with this concept aren't I? #honestly tho LV Satanism is so relevant and interesting #dragon.mailroom #osomatsu san #karamatsu #matsuno #satanism #religion #au #headcanons #concept #osomatsu #choromatsu #ichimatsu #jyushimatsu #todomatsu

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At 113, Joan Crawford's Mommie Dearest Gets a Reprieve

On this day in 1904, Lucille Fay LeSueur (later known as Joan Crawford) was born in San Antonio, Texas. Some sources list the year of her birth as 1904, 1905, or even 1908, but a quick search of the San Antonio census records reveals the truth. By any measure, Crawford was one of the greats in the history of Hollywood.

I recently watched the 1981 film Mommie Dearest for the first time in decades. While Faye Dunaway’s depiction of Crawford over the course of almost 40 years is dead on, it sometimes seems as if she’s using Carol Burnett’s parodies of Joan Crawford as her source material rather than the actress herself. The way Dunaway transforms herself through makeup, hair, costumes and her exquisite acting chops is one degree short of channeling, but her performance is so over-the-top that you have to wonder what the filmmakers were going for. What could have been a truly incisive look at the stresses and psychological issues of a well known figure is instead an exercise in High Camp even though I don’t think that was anyone’s intention at the time, least of all Faye Dunaway’s (who refuses to discuss this film today). I’m not sure director Frank Perry was the right man for the job, and yet he did direct two films that I thought were outstanding depictions of mental disorders: David and Lisa in 1962 and the classic Diary of a Mad Housewife in 1970.

I have long wished for a new look at Joan Crawford on the screen, one that would treat her life and issues more seriously, not as a big punchline. But I never dreamed it would actually happen — I was sure that Faye Dunaway’s larger-than-life depiction was the last time we’d ever see a talented actress donning Crawford’s red lipstick and shoulder pads. I was wrong!

Ryan Murphy’s eight-part series Feud, currently running on FX, details the production of the 1962 Robert Aldrich film, What Ever Happened to Baby Jane? Though we’ve only seen half of the episodes, I have to say that I am deeply moved by the performances of Jessica Lange as Joan Crawford and Susan Sarandon as Bette Davis.

Not everyone in my circle of classic movie-loving friends agrees, but I find Lange and Sarandon’s depictions deeply moving and nuanced. Yes, What Ever Happened to Baby Jane? has itself become a camp classic on par with Mommie Dearest, and this series focuses on the bitter rivalry between the two stars as they grappled with the agonies of being middle-aged in Hollywood (Davis was 54 and Crawford 58 during the making of that film, not old by today’s standards but in Hollywood they were considered ancient relics), but Feud also looks beyond the Hedda Hopper-ish “dirt” to the living and breathing women behind the icons, with all their wisdom, experience, insecurities, and vulnerabilities on full display. I think Sarandon and Lange, themselves 70 and 67, are remarkable in the roles.

Feud also looks at aspects of the questionable parenting of both women, but presents it in a much more compassionate way despite many cringe-producing moments. Davis’s daughter, B.D. Hyman, who would eventually write her own tell-all about her mother, actually had a small role in What Ever Happened to Baby Jane? although it was clear from the start that she did not inherit her mother’s acting ability. Played by the talented Kiernan Shipka (Sally Draper from Mad Men), we see Davis and B.D. struggling through difficult moments in their relationship as mother and daughter as well as fellow actors. In 1962, Crawford’s two older children were out of the picture but we see Crawford interacting with her teenaged twin daughters who would later refute the charges levied by their older sister.

When Christina Crawford’s tell-all book came out a year after her mother’s 1977 death, Old Hollywood divided into two camps: those who thought the book represented the slanderous ravings of a spoiled brat bent on revenge for being written out of her mother’s will; and those who said they had witnessed Crawford’s unstable behavior with her children and were convinced that the book’s shocking claims were true. At the top of the list of Joan’s defenders was her old friend Myrna Loy who had known Crawford since she first arrived in Hollywood in the 1920s and had appeared with daughter Christina in a stage production of Barefoot in the Park. Loy disliked Christina and said that she had behaved horribly during the run of their play. She said that while she never saw Joan hit her daughter, if anyone needed a good slap it was Christina. Yikes.

Helen Hayes, however, another great actress whom Joan had befriended in the 1930s, did not exactly elect Joan Mother of the Year in her autobiography:

Joan was not quite rational in her raising of children. You might say she was strict or stern. But cruel is probably the right word.

When my young son Jim came to stay with me, we would go out to lunch with Joan and her son Christopher. Joan would snap, “Christopher!” whenever he tried to speak. He would bow his little head, completely cowed, and then he’d say, “Mommie dearest, may I speak?” Joan’s children had to say [that] before she allowed them to utter another word. It would have been futile for me or anyone else to protest. Joan would only get angry and probably vent her rage on the kids.

I have read that people who are abused as children often become abusive parents. Maybe it was Joan’s tough childhood that made her exert her power like that over her own children. But understanding the reason did not make their suffering any easier to watch.

Pretty damning stuff, and yet were many who claimed that Christina Crawford exaggerated some of the childhood episodes for dramatic purposes. I admit that certain scenes from the film that so appalled me when I first saw it in the 1980s don’t seem that bad today. At Christmas time and on birthdays, Joan’s fans would send Christina mountains of presents. Crawford would let her keep one or two and have her give the rest to needy children. This is presented in the film as monstrous abuse but I have to say that it seems pretty reasonable to me today. Still, it’s clear that there were times when Crawford’s highly disciplined and controlling nature devolved into episodes of severe mental and physical abuse. The last thing I would ever do is accuse Christina Crawford of lying about her own childhood. I would think that the only thing worse than experiencing such abuse is telling people about it and not being believed. Only she knows what happened between her and her mother and it certainly seems like Joan had plenty of issues that made her a challenge to live with. On the other hand, I wish the makers of Mommie Dearest had avoided the temptation to create completely fictional scenes of terror like the one in which Joan almost kills Christina in front of a magazine reporter.

As far as Joan’s friends defending her, it’s true that you never really know what goes on behind other people’s closed doors. Still, Christina Crawford hasn’t helped her “case,” in my opinion, by encouraging the camp-fest that has developed around the book and movie of Mommie Dearest. She has appeared at screenings with drag queens playing her mother and at which the crowd interacts with the film à la Rocky Horror using props. The last time I saw the film in a theater, an AFI-sponsored screening for its 25th anniversary in 2006, I was uncomfortable at the uproarious laughter that greeted so many scenes. If the story is true, we are laughing at horrific child abuse. If it is an exaggerated tale of a troubled childhood, we are participating in a major defamation of character of a woman who is not here to defend herself and whose public image (the one thing everyone who knew Joan Crawford said she cared about more than anything) has been utterly trashed.

Not that I can truly blame the audience for laughing or claim that I took the high road and didn’t join in from time to time. How can you not laugh at lines that are so out there they have become indelible parts of our pop culture such as “Christina, bring me the ax!” or the iconic “NO WIRE HANGERS…EVER!!” My personal favorite is a scene that I think shows Joan in a positive light even though she’s clearly being a Class A bitch. After her fourth husband, Pepsi-Cola honcho Al Steele dies, the top brass at Pepsi try to kiss her off. Never one to meekly slither away, Joan Crawford lays into the Board and threatens to use her fame to turn her fans against Pepsi if they continue their campaign to get rid of her. After years of dealing with the sleazeballs of Hollywood, Joan was not about to let this group give her the heave-ho. “Don’t fuck with me, fellas!” she spews with an evil smile on her face. “This ain’t my first time at the rodeo.” I hope she really said that, it’s such a great line.

While the Crawford twins, Cathy and Cynthia, that we see in Feud always defended their mother against their sister’s charges, Joan’s adopted son, Christopher, definitely did not. Though he was never as interested in sharing his story with the world as Christina had done, his own childhood was every bit as troubled.  As a young boy, Christopher ran away from home several times. At 12, Joan placed him is a residential military academy but it didn’t curtail the trouble the boy constantly got into. Following Crawford’s death and the release of his sister’s book, he finally agreed to talk to a newspaper reporter in 1978 about his unhappy childhood.

“I want to tell this once, so people will get off my back and leave my family alone,” says the 6-foot-4 man whose hard life shows in his face. He needs dental work. There are small scars on his face and larger ones on his back from a mortar explosion in Vietnam.

Crawford recalled his mother’s “sleep safe,” the harnesslike device used to keep infants securely in their beds. Chris was strapped into bed until the age of 12. Once caught playing with matches, his mother made him hold his hand in the fireplace. “I had blisters all over my hand. That day I ran away for the first time. I was 7.”

Though Chris attended his mother’s funeral, his last encounter with J.C. was five years ago. His youngest child was born in Brooklyn, on welfare. “When Bonnie was born, she had a lot of trouble. She was just a tiny little mass of bones with some skin stretched over them. So I called J.C. and said, ‘I need your help. Your granddaughter needs blood and she needs it now. She might die.’ J.C. said, ‘She’s not my granddaughter. You were adopted.’ I lost my temper and slammed down the phone so hard I broke the receiver. That was it between J.C. and me.”

FEUD: Bette and Joan — “Mommie Dearest” — Installment 1, Episode 3 (Airs Sunday, March 19, 10:00 p.m. e/p) –Pictured: (l-r) Jackie Hoffman as Mamacita, Jessica Lange as Joan Crawford. CR: Suzanne Tenner/FX

That’s as bad as anything in Mommie Dearest. Christopher Crawford died of cancer on September 22, 2006. Cynthia Crawford died the following year. It’s quite possible that Christina and Christopher’s perspectives about their mother were as true and valid as their younger sisters’ claims of a strict but very loving mother. In any event, I’m grateful to Ryan Murphy and Jessica Lange for allowing the world to see a more multifaceted and complex version of Joan Crawford, albeit another fictionalized take that is open to different interpretations. Few people cared more about their career or their public image than Joan Crawford and I’m happy that this poignant examination of the screen legend doesn’t treat her incredible and often tragic life as one big joke. Happy Birthday, Joan!

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