#gender motherfucker ultimate

[pierswife]

Okay I did one assignment time to reward myself (fucking nap until irls steal me for among us)

#I swear to god if marcos throws me under the bus one more time I'm going to record myself doing eggman's rant and replace shadow with marcos #because marcos is a BITCHASS MOTHERFUCKER-- #love him dearly I will throttle him at work tomorrow if I have to <3 /j #just friends with a sibling-like relationship things <3 #real shit I may be calling him a bitch rn (cause he is) but he really is super important to me and one of my closest friends and he's very #supportive of my gender fuckery and also told me he'd get arrested or murder someone for me after [redacted event I have not talked about] #I obviously told him not to go to jail for me but he said no and told me that I'm to call him if I need him to bail me out of anything #I mean I do that same shit for him we have a code word that he texts me and then I call him crying about something random #very happy that I was the one who ultimately introduced him to his now gf very very proud of that one that was me :}

[musicrunsthroughmysoul]

I apologize that this will probably be my at least third or fourth time posting this song, but I realized something while listening to this song just now:

"It went so well for you With a place right where you wanted And the ones to fill it, too But some blows break the spell That it hits you every day Until you need to hit as well

It’s just a shadow of the man you should be Like a garden in the forest that the world will never see You have no thought of answers only questions to be filled And it feels like hell"

By putting this verse before this chorus, he's obviously relating everything in the first verse to the main subject in the chorus...in this case, speaking to men and masculinity as the main subject. And what I, strangely, just now realized he's saying with the chorus acting as a reply to the first verse, is that it doesn't have to be that way - "It's just a shadow of the man you should be" means, particularly regarding the cynicism of the latter half of the first verse, that such daily violence (some justifiable, he suggests with "But some blows break the spell/That it hits you every day/Until you need to hit as well") should not be equated with masculinity, and equating the two should NOT be the norm.

He seriously, so seriously, said 'Fuck your toxic masculinity, WE SHOULD BE BETTER THAN THIS.' 😭💗 Of course, with the line "You have no thought of answers only questions to be filled/And it feels like hell," he's obviously also saying 'I have no idea how to fix this, though, but hey, AT LEAST I'M ACKNOWLEDGING IT.' True that, man.

#fwiw he was saying the same thing about toxic femininity too btw in the second verse and chorus. #STUART ADAMSON SAID FUCK YOUR MOTHERFUCKING TOXIC GENDER ROLES 😭💗 #the funny thing is I never anticipated him or the band to...be like that. all I ever knew was 'In a Big Country' and I didn't think #'oh yeah this band of all men from the '80s is totally anti toxic masculinity/sexism/racism/imperialism etc.' and that's why #I'm gonna listen to them. no I JUST SHOWED UP HERE OKAY? TO FIND THAT THEY WERE ALREADY LIKE THIS. I...yeah. ;-; #I'm just grateful all right. the bar is low but they met it...and actually tbh I think they went AT LEAST a bit above it too. #while I wish the song was more musically interesting (tbh it's KIND OF boring) I did just think...you know what...maybe sounding so #pop-oriented was a good thing considering the lyrics and what the song is ultimately ABOUT. it's a song of hope despite ALL its cynicism #I'm emotional now okay I love this band thanks bye #Big Country #music #classic rock #MY JAM #Spotify

[mudwerks]

(via Vending machine error reveals secret face image database of college students | Ars Technica)

Canada-based University of Waterloo is racing to remove M&M-branded smart vending machines from campus after outraged students discovered the machines were covertly collecting facial-recognition data without their consent.

The scandal started when a student using the alias SquidKid47 posted an image on Reddit showing a campus vending machine error message, "Invenda.Vending.FacialRecognitionApp.exe," displayed after the machine failed to launch a facial recognition application that nobody expected to be part of the process of using a vending machine.

"Hey, so why do the stupid M&M machines have facial recognition?" SquidKid47 pondered.

The Reddit post sparked an investigation from a fourth-year student named River Stanley, who was writing for a university publication called MathNEWS.

Stanley sounded alarm after consulting Invenda sales brochures that promised "the machines are capable of sending estimated ages and genders" of every person who used the machines without ever requesting consent.

This frustrated Stanley, who discovered that Canada's privacy commissioner had years ago investigated a shopping mall operator called Cadillac Fairview after discovering some of the malls' informational kiosks were secretly "using facial recognition software on unsuspecting patrons."

Only because of that official investigation did Canadians learn that "over 5 million nonconsenting Canadians" were scanned into Cadillac Fairview's database, Stanley reported. Where Cadillac Fairview was ultimately forced to delete the entire database, Stanley wrote that consequences for collecting similarly sensitive facial recognition data without consent for Invenda clients like Mars remain unclear.

Stanley's report ended with a call for students to demand that the university "bar facial recognition vending machines from campus."

what the motherfuck

#m&m vending machine #secret face image database #college students #massive invasion of privacy #tech #collecting facial-recognition data without consent

[genderqueerpositivity]

I've been watching this mifepristone case play out and thinking that it's literally disturbing that the courts are able to remove FDA approval for a medication for purely political reasons, essentially taking access to it from everyone in the entire country.

If SCOTUS ultimately allows this to stand, there is literally no reason why the legal challenges would stop with just the availability of mifepristone.

A lot of conservatives claim to believe that Plan B and IUD's cause abortion of fertilized eggs, and both of those require FDA approval to be legally available.

Vaccines, puberty blockers, PrEP, birth control pills...

It's absolutely wild to imagine that these motherfuckers might be able to effectively ban abortion, gender affirming care, and more nationwide--without our actual elected representatives ever taking a vote at the national level.

It feels unreal how quickly things have escalated since Roe was overturned.

#op #politics #us politics #not positive #mifepristone #gender affirming care #abortion #trans #reproductive justice #bodily autonomy

[m3r1m4r5u333]

Sometimes it's so funny to me, the way this ship, buddie, makes me feel. It's willing torture. Truly like sailing, madly, right into a storm... and never hesitating this route.

Because I do ship buddie, with all my heart. To me it's the ultimate slow burn, true love yet waiting to be realized. It's a story of two people who are such a match, a story of two freaking soul mates. First crashing into each other, sparks hitting the ceiling... And then getting scared of that blaze. Backing away, not yet ready to look that card. But they never back off far, never completely. They can't, the pull is too strong. So now they're in this limbo, yet out of tune, but growing stronger... And the moment will come, that right moment to return home.

But also... I am bi, and I have strong feelings about representation of queer people in media. And I also truly believe in slow burns - carefully building the story to make it right. And especially I have strong feelings about bisexual erasure, and obviously, at least one of these characters is bi.

So here I am, starving, rooting for them. And also internally screaming "NOT YET!!!" Because while I'm for example so happy to see Buck realize his identity... Damn. I would also really quite like it, if the show really sat down the people who are failing to understand what bisexuality is... And showed these motherfuckers.

No, it's not about being confused or a fraud, and being actually straight or gay... It's about being genuinely into more than one gender. No, Buck dating men now, does not mean he is no longer into women.

Tbh, I'd love it, if after Tommy... Buck had more love interests, and dated men AND WOMEN. To show everyone that this is bisexuality. It isn't about finding the right gender, it's about finding the right person.

And eventually, I hope the planets will align and Buck and Eddie find each other. Because this shit they have, it's soul mates.

So yeah. It's a mad ride to ship buddie. To me, this ship is at the same time terrible and it's wonderful. It's truly like seeing a huge storm... and sailing right into that storm because somehow... That's just the right course here. Who cares if it's scary and turbulent, if sometimes I'm cold and miserable, if it sometimes feels like the rain and waves are never-ending! It's still the right course.

#911 buddie #911 discourse #911 abc #buddie #buddie 911 #bisexual #bisexuality #queer media #evan buckley #eddie diaz

[gizkasparadise]

final leg of a journey to love thoughts!! (eps 35-40). this got so gd long so under a cut it goes. spoilers, of course:

PLOT STUFF/PACING

pacing for the plot definitely got shredded in the last chunk, which is a damn shame because otherwise i've been finding the pacing pretty much perfect. eps 35-37 in particular felt like they could have been like a 10 episode arc. ep 38, which mostly dealt with wu palace politics, should have been cut or streamlined imo and more time given to the characters we've actually been riding along with the whole story. by the time we get back to the pregnant empress, prince danyang, the first prince whose name i dont even remember, and the prime minister, i do not care about any of them and i think this subplot was simply just trying to fit too much shit into one bag

that said, this show still let the emotional moments hit and breathe and linger. i love the grief for the fallen liudao comrades as we go, as well as the less heavy but still emotionally important moments like yang ying and tongguan bonding over their upbringing. and we got a wedding /;3;/!!! for this show, the relationships and characters matter more than the storyline so im not mad about anything at all

side note: it's so gd millennial to have a story about a bunch of 30 something year olds who want to fake their deaths and retire into obscurity but instead they go and die for a boss they hate

CHARACTER STUFF

this show consistently brought a lot of depth to its side characters (and side side characters!!). i said it in an earlier post, but it bears repeating that even someone like deng hui i didnt expect anything from, but he got such good development and writing that he became a stealth fave. his dying words essentially being "dude, quit fucking around" ? iconic.

i didnt like tongguan as much as everyone else, so im pretty meh about everything regarding him. the attempt to force-wed ruyi was tonally really weird and didnt make sense (i assume there was some cuts made surrounding it). but LOL at him reusing all the outfits and decor immediately for his wedding to yang ying. baby duke, you tacky motherfucker. i ultimately think yang ying deserves better than him, but the good thing is that she knows this, so she'll be able to hold her own and then some entering into this partnership

shisan really was the heart in a lot of ways--the mom to yuanzhou's dad for the liudao. i was not expecting him to break my heart the way he did, but the fact that he held both qian zhao and sun lang as they died and then tried his best to remove yuan lu from harm and saved chu yue and was just very much a nurturer all the way through got me. his character couldve been cheap comic relief but the writing + performance really elevated him into one of the (imo) most memorable wuxia characters. his line wondering who would get to behead his beautiful skull!!! and how his mantra was always that he was going to drink the best wine, see the most beautiful women, and make the best of friends and he dies having lost the ability to see and having just had wine in memory of qian zhao, yuan lu, and sun lang. like. shut up!!

ruyi and yuanzhou were both so great and they're gonna be the drama OTP to beat forever. i loved the gender reversals, that they both were so respectful of each other, and that they also felt very mature in how they handled things and communicated. they were really interesting characters both together and apart and that's always a win-win. they had a schroedinger's ending where it's not super clear if they're alive or dead (i interpreted it as the latter), but what's kind of beautiful is that either option is satisfying to me. if they both died, they're reunited and with their comrades and the story is truly about the journey and the meaningful short connections we have. if they both survived, it's a bookend with the beginning where they each faked their deaths to escape. A+

COSTUMING

i gotta just separately mention the costuming for this show because it was 15/10. the textures, shisan's accessories, the way red became integrated with yuanzhou's wardrobe and blue with ruyi's. the details on the liudao name amulets!! SO GOOD. i love when characters' clothes tell a story on their own

overall i just really loved this drama it is probably my favorite wuxia ive seen so far! it's gonna be in my brain for awhile lol feel free to send fic prompts if you've made it this far :'D

#a journey to love #cdrama

[funishment-time]

hihi

kaede for the ask game if u haven't already done it?

thank you sorry and have a nice day!

Sexuality Headcanon: this one's complicated because Kaede to me is 100% a lesbian with some comphet tendencies. (that her Ultimate Sexual Fantasy is being a normal girl with a clique and a boyfriend she wants to call sweetheart/-chan is so telling to me...) HOWEVER, i do not mind cute art/content of her with Shuichi romantically. it's just not my personal primary vision of her, you know what i mean?

Gender Headcanon: to me she's usually cis, but a futch theater girl, straddling the line between femme and butch precariously but with perfection. we've all known one. i knew a Gaggle. ANYWAY. i've also written a few things with her as trans and enjoy that interpretation in general too

A ship I have with said character: my main Kaede ship is Irumatsu. not only are they two cuties, but i feel Kaede is one of the only characters who could develop something truly Healthy with Miu. canonically she tries very hard to treat Miu properly and yet also doesn't take Miu's shit. Kaede also seems to recognize, at least partially, that Miu is very childlike and may not fully Understand how she acts is wrong. (i believe if we'd gotten Kaede's dating sim mode, we'd have seen them develop something close to A Real Friendship. they seem to be halfway there in UTDP/Summer Camp.)

on the flipside: our Miu will always be a little Miu-ish, and i'd never want her defanged totally, but i see her as someone who'd become protective of Kaede in her own way - someone who will pick on her girlfriend constantly but not let others do it kind of thing. "that's MY piano freak, motherfucker!!!" she'd kick Kokichi's ass for screwing with Kaede's beloved piano and then would turn around and call Kaede an Autist for caring so much. Kaede would have learned to read her Weird Wife between the lines at this point and give her a >:T face and a kiss on the cheek for trying.

i could go on Forever about them in particular, as i've put a ton of thought into how it'd work without making them OOC!

A BROTP I have with said character: i really do love Kaede and Shuichi as platonic best friends, almost like Naegiri but, like, kind of inverted. strange. vile perhaps

A NOTP I have with said character: i don't think i have one for Kaede in particular!

A random headcanon: Kaede reads dirty Wattpad stories. that brain can fit so much Pervert in it

General Opinion over said character: 10/10 best protagonist next to Komaru, let more wlw characters be openly horny please

#danganronpa #kaede akamatsu

[winslowat3am]

Do u give money to people on tumblr?

Short answer, no. I don't reblog those posts, either. Majority of them are scammers, bonus scamster points if they use their race/gender as emotional manipulation. (Rant incoming cause this pissed me off, not you, but it had me thinking about a lot of shit). I'm sorry but I could never be on Tumblr begging for money, that's embarrassing, no offense. I commend anyone who's shameless enough to do that cause in all seriousness, couldn't be me. I feel like there are just some things you shouldn't do & asking strangers, half of which are minors, to give you their hard earned money in trade for nothing is one of them. The victim mentality of "let me spam my followers with a bunch of sob story updates about my life's issues & guilt trip them into giving me cash", no. Leave them alone. That shit's annoying, inconsiderate & entitled. & it's always the same fucking people holding their hand out. The people you're begging for cash are more than likely struggling too & need theirs. Tumblr is the worst place to ask for assistance. If you need money then you should seek a financial aid program, or I don't know, log the fuck out & get a job like everyone else? That's what people who need money do. There's no excuse, I said this before & I'll say it again, making money nowadays is easier than it has ever been cause of access to technology. Everything is virtual. You can work from home. There are people making millions eating for a fucking living on YouTube. If you're broke atp it's cause you either make excuses for why you can't work or you're just lazy. It's a choice. You don't even need to physically go out & find a real job. Make something. Perform a service. Everyone has something they can offer. Don't sit there & expect people to pay you for nothing. I hate lazy ass people who wallow in self pity, make excuses & don't contribute anything to society & simply exist to leech off others. It's parasitic & pathetic. You "can't work", but you can play around on social media every day? Hmm. You deserve to live in poverty then. You're not special. You better sell some p-ssy, d!ck or c*ke. If you're bussing it open to everyone anyway you might as well get paid for it, in the words of my wife, "make it count". Seriously, I don't respect those people. Tumblr beggars are the equivalent of irl bums who loiter at gas stations harassing passersby for change. It's fucking irritating & unfair that we live in a world where weak people are rewarded, coddled, catered to & given breaks for doing nothing. "Oh well, you know, John can't work, he's dealing with a breakup that has him in a deep depression. I just- I don't know if his mental health will allow him to work." Bro, I sympathize but at the end of the day, screw John. He has no real problems. There are people with cancer & aids right now who are working. People with no limbs are working. He can work, he's physically able to, but ultimately he won't cause he's a mentally weak man with no drive. Let's just call it what it is. I've been homeless & depressed before, I dug myself out of that hole WITH NO HELP, if people can bounce back from homelessness, addiction, abusive relationships & rebuild their lives, if people with deformities can work there's no excuse for why these lazy asses are living in houses, have food & water, with themselves being the only person they have to take care of but they're on here begging us & living off the gov't. That shit IS sad. & I get so heated over this topic cause the bastards who log on & beg aren't going to log off fucking Tumblr & make adjustments so they can afford to live, they're not going to or offer an exchange, they'll continue to do this shit. In the comfort of their home. Meanwhile, the ones they beg have to scrounge. So no motherfucker, I can't help you spend my money. Follower counts mean nothing here cause nobody gets paid on this dead app, this ain't YouTube. If you have hella followers but you still can't eat or pay your bills it's a sign your priorities are fucked. Up. Your followers owe you nothing. Have a little pride & self respect.

#(& this isn't directed at you ❤️ It's me venting about wanting to smack the dog shit out of those people) #To clarify I empathize with people who have disabilities & impairments that prevent them from working #(autism down syndrome paraplegics birth defects people in wheelchairs those can't walk properly etc) #I love them for trying & I'm not talking about them #I'm willing to help those people ❤️ #I'm talking about the parasites who whine about how their life is so damn hard while sitting at home on social media collecting a check #AND beg us for our money while they actively do nothing to better their lives #Those who can walk skip jump with fully functional bodies but use anything as an excuse as to why they can't work & seek pity & donations #Fuck them #They deserve NOTHING & half of 'em are scammers #Log off Tumblr & sell your fucking iPhone 11 if you need money #Stop bothering these people #long post #ask box #inbox #self vent #answered

[woodenchip]

DANGANRONPA 2 GENERAL HEADCANONS

Just some headcanons that I wrote down, most of it is just pure nonsense and I love that for me

��Hajime Hinata🍊

•TRANS MASC (HE'S JUST LIKE ME FR)

•Bi man, big bi man (men pref)

•He doesn't untie his tie, he just makes it loose enough to slip it on and off

•Is like really quiet when you don't know him, but once he's comfortable with you he has no control over what he says

•Deals with intrusive thoughts

•He's so silly

•Has ADD or ADHD and OCD

•Sleeps in the fetal position

🍖Akane Owari🍖

•My favorite Demiromantic demigirl

•My girl is sex REPOLST

•Aoi is her cousin

•Akane is so proud of Aoi

•High metabolism omg

•Whenever she got bored doing something with gymnastics she'd go up to little kids and show off

•"You wanna see what I can do-"

•She hopes that by showing off the kids get inspired by her and work hard

•She's really good with kids, like #1 babysitter type shit

•Her and Kazuichi are close too

•Like bff's

⚜️The Ultimate Imposter⚜️

•Agender. Definitely Agender

•They/It motherfucker

•gently holds them

•I LOVE THEM SO MUCH :((

•Everytime they disguise themselves an identity crisis happens

•"No one knows who I really am :), but also, no one knows who I really am :("

•Has a very empty room

•like, little to nothing

•CAREGIVER, I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

👾Chiaki Nanami👾

•My silly little she/they lesbian

•Tbh I also feel like she's aroace

•My girl is a whole program, I doubt they care about all that‼️

•Loves Mario Kart

•OCD

•Collects old school gaming controllers and stuff

🩸Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu🩸

•HE/HIM BUTCH LESBIAN

•but also he/him trans masc

•no matter what he's trans, I don't make the rules

•With the Trans fem headcanon I love him with Peko

•They are my silly lesbians♥️

•Has so many scars

•I LOVE HIM

•He does age regression

•I DON'T MAKE THE RULES

•Let me project

🐹Gundham Tanaka🐹

•HE/SHE/THEY NON-BINARY SILLY

•They are simply too cool for gender

•Autism?

•Autism.

• yk that one meme that's like "When I go nonverbal at the function"

•Yeah, that's them

•Has costumes for the Dark Devas of Destruction

•HAS MATCHING COSTUMES WITH THEM

👘Hiyoko Saionji👘

•Lesbian‼️‼️

•Her and Imposter are so Sibling coded

•Like her calling him "Ham hands!" SIBLINGS

•I like found family :)

•Like Hiyoko would annoy them so much but will apologize ONLY to them

•Even with Mahiru, Hiyoko will give her half-ass apologies

•HIYOKO AND IMPOSTER FRIENDSHIP‼️

🎸Ibuki Mioda🎸

•My bi-con

•When she gets Overstimulated she just gets more verbal

•Like "omg it's so loud in here??? Should I be louder? I should-"

•She has like those noise cancelling headphones for when she sleeps because of her heightened hearing

•Without the headphones? Not a wink of sleep

•ADHD and OCD

•Whenever she doesn't concerts she makes friends with the staff (or at least tries to)

•Ibuki and Kazuichi have sleepovers and watch kid shows together just for the fun of it

🔧Kazuichi Soda🔧

•AGAIN, TRANS FEM OR MASC THEY BOTH WORK

•LIKE THAT ONE PART OF KAZ SAYING THAT HE WOULD WANT TO BE A WOMAN TO TALK TO SONIA CASUALLY???? SCREAMS TRANS FEM

•also his thing with Sonia? That's not a crush, that's gender envy. (Let me be silly with this)

•Like his eyeliner in game?? No cis man would be able to do that/hj

•Also has the tism

•NEEDS TO BE HOLDING SOMETHING, ANYTHING

•Has like, a box of stim toys

•DOES JUMPY AND TIPPY TOE STIMS

•They really like the feeling of Gundhams scarf

•ALSO DOES LITTLE SPACE

•Let me project onto them😡

📸Mahiru Koizumi📸

•Lesbian or Panromantic

•Big asexual icon

•She forgets things so easily (Main reason why she took up photography)

•She's always late to the first class of the day because she sees something really pretty and takes multiple pictures of it

💉Mikan Tsumiki💉

•DEMISEXUAL, MY HOMEGIRL HAS TO GET CLOSE TO SOMEONE BEFORE SHE EVEN THINKS ABOUT A RELATIONSHIP

•She's also trans fem

•Gently holds her omg

•She asked Nagito to help fix her hair

•He fucked it up more

•Like you know that one part of her bangs that's shorter than the other strands? He did that

•Nagito and her would be silly friends

•"Why would an amazing Ultimate like you want to be friends with a worthless human like me?"

•She'd say something like- "Because you're not that bad, you just get unlucky sometimes, just like me!"

•Like, with how she falls, she's definitely unlucky

•SHE'S ALSO HYPERSEXUAL

🍀Nagito Komaeda🍀

•I really dislike him so I have very little

•My guy is definitely a He/They

•Is (somewhat) close to most of the Lucky students

•He'd end up degrading them though

•"It's amazing how we got into Hopes Peak from just luck!" "I know, how worthless is it that we are only here because of a name drawing!"

•He doesn't have many friends

•And with the few he does have, he just doesn't understand??

•like, my man is struggling to understand why HE has friends

🌪️Nekomaru Nidai🌪️

•The only cis Man here istg

•I love him so much omg

•He would help younger students train and just exercise

•Like him, Mondo, and Taka, they were like besties

•Taka would look up to him SO MUCH

•I'm also a Taka lover, be warned

•Also really good with kids

•Type of person to swing the swings so hard that it tangles up

•Akane would have to fix the swings

•He's just so silly :((

🎭Peko Pekoyama🎭

•FUTCH LESBIAN, HER AND FUYUHIKO ARE MY SILLY LITTLE LESBIANS, I LOVE THEM.

•She's near sighted

•She HATES contacts

•No matter what she does she doesn't take off her glasses, she wears them in the shower, in the pool, everywhere (just like me)

•Her eyesight gets worse and worse everyday/hj

•CARETAKER‼️‼️

•I LOVE HER SO MUCH

•Near sighted

👑Sonia Nevermind👑

•My girl experiments with pronouns and labels

•She's knows she likes woman though, 100%

•Going with the Trans Fem Kazuichi headcanon: she'd help Kaz with clothes

•Like, "You should try this on-"

•Of course she wouldn't forgive Kaz with the weird harassing thingy but she'd be okay with them after a while

•Sonia doesn't hold grudges

•I'm also a Kazuichi apologist ‼️

•SONIA WOULD CRY IF SHE MET GENOCIDER SHO

•CRYING OF HAPPINESS, LIKE‼️‼️

•"Omg- I've been watching police reports of you since you first started killing-!"

•She would watch Gundham's animals and dress them up in fancy little animals clothes

🍴Teruteru Hanamura🍴

•Pansexual

•We already knew that though

•I have like, nothing for him

•I don't like him >:(

•Loves those really corny romance shows

•Like the really bad ones that suck? Yeah, those

•He has a whole notebook with his mother's recipes for when he left to go to Hopes peak so he could cook them whenever he got homesick :(

•He HATES sharing recipes to other people

•Can NOT work in the kitchen with someone else

•MOVE OUT OF HIS WAY, HE WILL SHOVE YOU‼️

#danganronpa 2 #headcanon #danganronpa headcanons #nekomaru nidai #gundham tanaka #chiaki nanami #The Ultimate Imposter #akane owari #hajime hinata #kazuichi soda #ibuki mioda #hiyoko saionji #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #peko pekoyama #mahiru koizumi #mikan tsumiki #nagito komaeda #teruteru hanamura #sonia nevermind #super danganronpa 2 #super Danganronpa 2 headcanons

[cannedbeefaroni]

Get This (Joby Taylor X Reader) (SMUT)

Summary: You're the lead singer of a less than successful local band. You find yourself unlucky enough to run into your very first shitty rock guy at a gig, and hatred blossoms.

Content: SMUT 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, unhealthy dynamics, don't replicate irl, hatefuck, public sex, bathroom sex, clothed sex, dryhumping, finishing in pants, joby gets slapped in the face

Reader is written to be entirely gender neutral, but is implied to have an androgynous appearance (Joby implies he can't tell whether they're a boy or a girl)

Genuinely, you felt like you were going nowhere. Being stuck as a local band playing gigs at dingy bars and clubs with 15 max patrons was taking a big hit on your ego as the lead of a band. Your band members didn’t seem to give a shit, gladly taking whatever they can get, getting high off their balls every week and generally not caring about life. You wanted more out of this, and being so stagnant made you agitated all the time. After trying so hard to make things work, ultimately, very little progress was made. At one point the band got lucky, getting a gig at a park for a couple shows sprawled throughout the month. Sure, the set lists were composed of songs you hated and thought were boring, to appeal to the local community but the teenagers who came to watch thought you guys were the heaviest motherfuckers on the planet. Sadly, 21 and up venues did not have dumb teens with bad taste, and most of those audiences were either dead or unamused.

At the very least your drummer was passionate about the band, despite being a little too laid back. Your guitarist and bassist straight up couldn’t be bothered. You contemplated trying to recruit new members, but it would’ve taken so much trial and error. Until your guitarist quit. You always had the tendency to lash out at her whenever she acted diva-ish, but the last time was the last straw. You threw a bottle at her head, missing as it shattered against the wall behind her. Before you could apologize, she got up and left. You had to pick up the slack, since you knew how to play, but you weren’t used to singing and playing at once while performing. Every show since then had been exhausting, and you and your band members had failed to find any recruits. Months had passed, and you accepted that you had become a three person band. 

Through all the bad shit, you were lucky to get a new gig at a lounge. You were nervous, knowing if the manager didn’t like the band's performance, you probably wouldn’t get to play there again. Despite how hopeful and excited you were, you were worried sick. You wanted to practice with the others as often as possible, but you could only push them so much, so you spent even more time practicing the set list alone. You were losing your mind, feeling overwhelmed despite the stakes being low. You wanted to prove yourself, but you didn’t know who to. Maybe to yourself, or to random people you didn’t even care about. 

Setting up for the show, you ran around with equipment, skipping around like an idiot trying to get everything ready. The two others took their time, which they had every right to, since there was no rush. At some point, your drummer placed a drink on the table next to you, insisting you needed to loosen up before the show. You were hesitant to accept, but you eventually agreed and downed the drink. It was strong, but just one drink wouldn’t get you drunk. Turning around to take a seat, you notice some fucked up looking guy slouched in a seat at the table. The sun had just set and he already looked drunk, head leaning back with his legs spread and ass on the edge of the seat. His jeans were too low waisted and too tight, and his overall look could be described as greasy. Wondering how long he’d been there, you pulled a chair away from the table, awkwardly sitting trying to keep a distance. 

“I don’t think I’ve seen you around, sweetheart,” his voice creaked like a door, deep and lazily. You gave him an uncomfortable look. 

“This is our first gig here,” you gave a half smile, trying to be polite but ending up coming across dismissive. 

“Oh, shit. I had no idea you were in the band. I thought you just worked here or something,” he chuckled, but you failed to find what was funny. “Y’know, I’ve toured with a couple bands, but none of them had any female members.”

You had no response, so you sat silently, somewhat hoping the conversation would die out. 

“You are a girl, right? It’s hard to tell sometimes,” he doesn’t stop talking, and for some reason thinks he can salvage the conversation. 

“What’s your fucking problem, dude?” you sigh, wondering why you keep entertaining his bullshit. 

“Chill, man, I know your nerves are shot ‘cause of this gig. You guys are new, right?” he scoffs, hanging his head to the side, pushing his hair back with a cocky grin. 

“Yeah, but I’m not young. I’m in my late 20’s,” you roll your eyes. 

“Hang on, I didn’t say-“

“Come on man, you’re a shitty rock guy. I know you’re trying to get with younger chicks. Your bullshit won’t work on me,” you snap back at him, losing your patience. He fucking laughs, and you have no idea why it enrages you so much. 

“You got a rockstar attitude, that’s for sure,” his smile pissed you off.

You scoffed as you got up without uttering a word. There wasn’t time for this, you needed to get some vocal exercises in before the show, so you headed to the bathroom for some privacy. You had no idea why you were so embarrassed of warming up your voice, it just felt awkward doing it in front of other people. There were only two bathrooms in the establishment, both having only one toilet. While you really hoped the turnout would be good, you also hoped it wouldn’t get crowded enough to the point of the bathrooms having a 2 hour wait time. 

When the show was about to begin, all your worries skyrocketed. You started worrying if the audience wouldn’t like the set list, but the manager who booked you guys approved it and even picked some of the songs. It was going to be the first time a venue let you play as heavy as you wanted, but by the looks of the patrons who were primarily older men, you weren’t sure if you had the right audience. They were probably expecting classic rock, which your band definitely would not deliver on. Despite your worries, the manager assured you that it’d be fine. 

As the show was minutes from starting, you and the band made your way to the stage. You went to plug your mic into the amp, and as you did you caught a glimpse of that weirdo you spoke with earlier. He was sitting at a booth across from two women who looked like they just turned 21 yesterday. They were squealing with glee at the sight of him, which utterly confused you. You couldn’t help but eavesdrop, hearing one of the girls exclaim, “oh my god, are you Joby Taylor?” No wonder he had such a massive ego. He’s probably from some hotshot band that’s popular with teenage girls. You rolled your eyes hearing him soak in their praise, and humble-brag about himself. Everything Joby did enraged you. He caught you staring and shot a wink at you, and you could’ve sworn you popped a hernia. You knew it was stupid to let something so dumb bother you, but it was as if Joby was created in a lab to be the most insufferable rocker guy on the planet. You egged yourself on, needing to convey that rage in your first song.

The show started, and you jumped up on stage and swung your guitar over your shoulder. You gave your usual intro, but before starting you pulled an index card out of your pocket to read out the promotion you were forced to by the manager. You tossed it aside, readying yourself for possible humiliation. You made it a habit not to look at the crowd, because that always leads to awkward eye contact with a stranger. Staring at the back wall was the best bet, but of course, with your luck, your eyes glanced at Joby, and he stared at you with his eyes hooded and his chin resting in his hand. He was judging you, probably thinking he was better than you. 

“Gimme a scream,” the drummer called out, and you did, without breaking eye contact with Joby. If there was one thing you were proud of, it was your voice. You���d often get compliments on how you can scream like hell, but also have a pretty singing voice. This first song, however, was all screaming. It felt risky doing it first, but watching Joby’s eyes widen in horror as he heard the demonic growl ripped from your throat was priceless. 

I DON’T LIKE A FUCKING THING

MUSIC SUCKS DICK

SUCK THE SNOT END OF THE TIP OF MY PRICK, YOU FUCKING CUNTS

GET OFF MY BACK

I DON’T WANNA DO A SHOW WITH YOUR SHITTY FUCKING BAND

You leaped into action, jumping around as you played along with the band. Being a more eccentric performer, you liked having freedom to take the stage and command an audience, but the added guitar playing made that way harder, especially when you just started learning the instrument 3 years ago. It exhausted you, and was probably the reason you were so much more irritable all the time. You were kidding yourself when you thought you didn’t need a guitarist. Considering Joby, though, you wanted to prove in your performance that you could do anything. That you were better than him, no matter how famous or experienced he was.

DON’T BERATE ME ‘CAUSE YOU CAN’T STOP ME 

FROM BREAKING YOUR FACE, IT’S YOU I’LL ERASE

IT’S HATE, MOTHERFUCKER, HATE, MOTHERFUCKER, HATE 

It felt good screaming all this out after all the bullshit you had to endure. You didn’t care if the audience didn’t like your band anymore, you just wanted to fuck shit up. As you looked back at Joby, you noticed that the girls who were sitting with him just a while ago had gotten up and were headed for the door. It seemed like they weren’t big fans of heavy metal. Joby seemed isolated and upset over it, and you grinned to yourself as if you did a job well done. Two less girls who get to be manipulated by some greasy dude. You felt euphoric as you screamed the vulgar lyrics, as if you finally got the chance to cuss out everyone out there who’s hurt you. 

LIFE’S SO SHITTY, BUT AIN’T IT FUCKING GREAT? 

LIFE’S SO SHITTY, BUT AIN’T IT FUCKING GREAT? 

Then you realized that you wanted him all alone. Joby was inside your head, and no matter what you couldn’t spin it any other way. He had you wrapped around his finger and you couldn’t do a damn thing. You hated him for seemingly no reason. Maybe it was the way he seemed to try pulling you in, as if he wanted to push you into doing things you’d regret. Like you were a piece of meat. You weren’t even a person to him. He thinks he can just run around fucking any groupie he wants and run off like nothing ever happened. You’re not a groupie. You’re the motherfucking lead singer of Poor Impulse Control. 

GET THIS OR DIE, GET THIS OR DIE,

GET THIS OR DIE, GET THIS OR DIE,

GET THIS OR DIE, GET THIS OR DIE,

GET THIS OR DIE, GET THIS OR DIE,

GET THIS OR DIE, GET THIS OR DIE,

GET THIS OR DIE, GET THIS OR DIE,

GET THIS OR DIE, GET THIS OR DIE,

GET THIS OR DIE, GET THIS OR DIE

You were jumping and stomping on every GET THIS OR DIE. You wanted to stomp it into everyone’s thick fucking skulls. By the end of the song, you felt like you just underwent an exorcism. There was no more hatred, just sweat, tears, and your racing heart. The audience actually clapped. Though it was dry, they were pleased by the performance. You laughed as tears rolled down your face. 

About an hour or so later, the show ended, and the turnout was decent. The audience seemed somewhat impressed by the performance, and that was good enough for you. Right after signing off for the night, you headed straight for the bar, completely spent and sweaty. You weren’t planning on getting drunk, you were just in desperate need of some water. 

“You were really cool up there,” the bartender smiled, sliding a glass of water over to you. “Are you guys gonna be a regular gig?”  

“Thanks,” you said shyly, voice quiet and horse from the performance. “Not sure. Depends if he likes us or not.” 

“He would,” another voice interjects. Joby was sitting at the stool next to yours, taking shots. You groaned, almost inaudible. “He likes that kinda trashy stuff.” The bartender left the scene, sensing the tension rising between you and him. 

“Trashy?” you sneer. 

“I mean, you gotta admit it’s trashy, but you make it work, babe,” he ruffles your already messed up hair, like he’s cool with you. 

“You would know. You’re the definition of trash,” you grumble. “I doubt your band’s music is any better.”

“Actually, I’m not in a band right now,” he admitted, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “Y’know, something’s got me thinking.”

He leans his head against his hand, elbow on the counter. As he leans in a little, you sit unphased.

“You guys seem to be short a member, right?” 

“What makes you say that?” you brush him off. 

“I don’t think you’re all that great of a guitarist,” he starts, but you’re ready to counter argue. He presses a finger against your lip, shushing you so he can continue. “Your vocals are good, but that guitar is holding you back from being great.” 

“So what? I can get better,” you swat his hand away. 

“It would be easier if you had a guitarist, no?” his tone becomes soft, like he’s pretending to be a nice guy all of a sudden. “Someone with experience?” the way he inched closer made you feel cornered.

You were absolutely stuck. After all this time, what you wanted was handed to you on a silver platter, but in the form of a walking greaseball. Staring at your glass, you still felt his gaze burning holes in you. “I guess. If you really want we could hold an audition for you,” you say reluctantly, “but I don’t know if the band would be cool with it.” You search around for them, but they have already packed up and left. There goes your scapegoat. 

“I think they left without you,” he leaned in, whispering in your ear as if it was a secret. It sent a shiver down your spine, making you tense. His hand brushes along your thigh ever so slightly. Though every feeling you had about Joby was visceral hatred, your body reacted to him embarrassingly. You wanted to find him completely unappealing, but unfortunately he was totally your type. The way he made you feel was unbearable. Uncomfortable pulsing as you sat in your soiled underwear. The fact that your band members weren’t there to judge made you bolder than usual. 

“They tend to do that,” you replied, looking down at your lap pensively. He slowly brought his hand to your knee, resting his palm against it as he dragged it upward slightly. You stared at his fingers with jealousy. They were incredibly long, which probably made fingering any instrument easy. Then again, it would make fingering easy, period. His fingers gripped your thigh, startling you. 

“Guess I have you all to myself,” he grinned, and it sent a rush through you. 

You’re an idiot, so you got up, grabbed his wrist and dragged him to the bathroom. Luckily the bar was nearly empty again by the end of the night, so there were no occupants. You wish you were drunk right now so you had something to blame this on, but you needed relief and he was very much willing to give it to you. As you shut the bathroom door, you pushed him up against it, and before you got the chance, he was the one to break the space between, kissing you intensely. You instantly melted into him, pressing into him as your arms hooked around his neck. He was way too good at this, instantly taking the lead, grabbing the base of your hair and tilting your head, allowing your lips to lock perfectly. You pressed your knee against his crotch, and he groaned. His legs intertwined with yours, and you started grinding against his thigh. Snaking a hand down your back, it grabbed your ass, forcing the movement of your hips to stay in rhythm with his. Eagerly, you took his tongue into your mouth, letting him lick up the inside. He tasted just like you expected, like cigarettes and vodka. You whined for him like you were begging, and it felt humiliating. 

He pulled you away by your hair, making you whimper. You stared up at him as he chuckled at you, loving the way you submitted to him. “Admit it,” he said, slowly repositioning your hips, lining your crotch up with his. “Admit you need me,” he grinded into you, the head of his cock brushing over the perfect spot, making you moan for him. He humped you like he was showing you how he’d fuck you, and it made your mind go numb. Grabbing your face by the cheeks, he forced you to make eye contact with him. He thrusted hard, watching you squeal at the intense stimulation. “You can do it, sweetheart.” 

“I need you. I need you,” you whined, breathless and weak as he gave you a few sharp thrusts. 

“What do you need?” he pulled your face closer, lips inching closer to yours. 

“Fine! I need you in my band!” you exclaimed.

He chucked. “Now, was that so hard?” he cooed before pulling you in again, brushing his tongue along the seam of your lips, wrenching your jaw open once again to let it in. His thrusts were ruthless, abusing your nerves, pushing you to the edge. His lips traveled to your neck, licking the delicate skin over your pulse point before sinking his teeth in. As he bruised you, all control was lost as you were pushed to the point of cumming in your pants. Despite trying your hardest to stay quiet, you let out a borderline pornographic screech. Most embarrassingly, in your foggy state of mind, you moaned his name as your head fell to the crook of his neck, body melding into his. Heavily, you panted as you came down from your high. 

“So, you do know who I am,” he chuckled cruelly, making you scowl. You suddenly felt his hands come between you two, and you failed to notice his fingers working his buckle, then unzipping his pants. Only when you pulled away slightly and glanced down, you were met with the sight of his cock springing from the waistband of his underwear, unprompted. 

In a state of shock, you delivered a sharp smack to his face, making his head recoil to the side. You stared widely in horror as your hand slapped over your mouth, watching his cheek bloom red. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered meekly. “I don’t think I want to go any further,” you clarified as you pulled away from him. 

“I can see that,” he brought his hand to his face, rubbing the stinging skin. Hastily, he pulled his pants back up.

“Uhm,” you started, trying to find what to say. “We can have the audition tomorrow, if you still want,” you suggested awkwardly, hoping the original plan was still in motion. 

“Only if you promise not to slap me again.” 

“Only if you promise not to take your cock out again,” you rebuttal.

“Deal.”

#the art is mine #danonation #danocel #joby taylor #joby taylor x reader #joby taylor smut #for ellen

[m-s-justice]

I will never forgive Treyarch for introducing a multiverse and doing JACK SHIT with it.

Multiverses, conceptually, are cool as fuck. And all we got was a glimpse of alternate Ultimis(and immediately killing them) Primis Rictofen getting Victus to Fuck Around and then proceeding to do a little Fucking Around, himself. That's it.

(I will give them credit for the dragons though, THAT'S the kinda shit I'm talking about.)

Where's the Alternate Universe where they're pirates? No. Don't laugh. Imagine. Those four motherfuckers on a boat for some contrived, goddamn reason, killing zombie pirates. A no barrier map, the zombies climb up the ship, there's some kind of steering mechanic, a storm that comes and goes like Call of the Dead, hell maybe some kind of sea monster for a boss battle, if that's your sort of thing. Imagine how fucking funny it would be to see Nikolai with a peg leg and Richtofen wearing a captain's hat and Dempsey with an eyepatch and Takeo being seasick. Imagine a cutlass taking the place of a bowie knife and a talking parrot being the monkey bomb equivalent.

Imagine if we got an expanded Western theme. The Motherfuckers are cowboys now. Or more realistically, outlaws and a sheriff and deputy, as cowboys were out doing cattle drives and majorly fucking up Oklahoman fields. Imagine Rictofen and Nikolai as outlaws and Dempsey and Takeo as the long arm of the law, coming to bring down the righteous hammer of justice. They meet in a saloon(of course) and by some funny turn of events, end up in a Mexican Standoff, only to be interrupted by the shrieks of the undead(a parallel to origins). They then have to band together to fend off the oncoming hordes. Imagine Richtofen wearing another funny hat, Nikolai who hides half his face in a bandana, Dempsey who says howdy on the regular and refers to everyone as 'partner', Takeo with spurs.

Imagine a universe where Dempsey is recruited by Group 935 after showing his characteristic valor in battle, only this time as a combat engineer.(smart dempsey, no way) Dempsey does the lore dumping this time around, except he's still his blunt, unapologetic, and in eloquent self. So instead of deliberately lying to everyone he's just so shit at explaining things that everyone is suspicious about him. Maybe Maxis didn't found Group 935 this time. Maybe Harvey Yena did(Dr. Yena finally regaining plot relevance, no way).

Imagine a universe where Richtofen is actually a well adjusted human being.

Imagine a universe where they are gender swapped.

Imagine a universe where Takeo is the one who lost a wife.

Imagine a universe where Dempsey is not only AWARE of the Player, but can HEAR us. (Something something the microphone on your headphones mechanic)

My brothers, simply imagine: a CoD where Treyarch took a step back from the storyline and decided to just Fuck Around and Find Out. The maps and universes don't have to be important or connected. Hell if they really wanted to, Treyarch could've played up the whole 'Dimensional bleeding' thing where everyone has everyone's memories. Or maybe went with a random group of the Motherfuckers who could only move their conciousness across dimensions instead of their bodies. I dunno.

Anyways, there no real point to this rant. This really just me screaming into the void, muttering about things that could have been, babbling about the visions I see but will ultimately never bring into being.

#cod zombies #tank dempsey #edward richtofen #nikolai belinski #takeo masaki #call of duty zombies #*slaps roof of textpost* this bad boy can fit so much anaphora in it #dempsey in a 10 gallon hat #it would be so funny #treyarch never gives the community what they want #my first real post and its about codz 😔

[blackorechan]

CHAPTER REVIEW: AUGUST 2023

so, this month's chapter is entitled "BLACK MULTIVERSE", and it is our spiderverse parody. this has been a really anticipated chapter by basically everyone ever since corocoro dropped the vague summary of "different versions of black meet up"

which we thought would be something like B meeting black, or something more along those lines.

however this is a corocoro publication so it's batshit insane. this my review of the august 2023 chapter of black channel, BLACK MULTIVERSE

just like last time, panels have been edited for ease of reading the review and for flavor

so, yes this is a spiderverse parody. some characters loosely fill roles from the first spiderverse movie, but ultimately this is just the marvel blueprint for alternate universes colliding, but with black channel!

there are six AU versions of black in this chapter, but first of all let's see how we got here.

satoshi is signing another dumb contract, at least actually signing it of his own free will this time. he is receiving an item that allows him to effectively control his future by micromanaging his actions, which impact the greater multiverse

since life is a fucking nightmare for satoshi, the deal goes wrong, and the actual entire multiverse breaks when satoshi tries to view the potential outcomes for playing a gashapon machine.

satoshi wakes up and meets one of the six black AU selves we'll meet this chapter, a high school girl titled "JK BLACK"! HOWEVER, this design is not new. it first appeared in a plott thumbnail where black was catfishing a ten year old on an mmo by having an anime girl avatar, and JK black here was born!

so there IS a fanon name for this design, ブラ子 (burako / blako). i'm more used to calling this character burako, but i'll be calling her JK black for this post. outside of this i might call her burako tho

JK black and satoshi butt heads a bit as satoshi tries to track down his universe's black, only for them to meet the next black...

'NEGATIVE BLACK', a depressed old man who does onothing but chainsmoke and complain about how bored and tired he is. this is his thing. he complains and smokes

he doesn't do anything this entire chapter but sit around, look pathetic, and smoke.

soon enough, we meet the third one, DINO-BLACK. he's a fucking dinosaur. this can be interpreted as this being a universe where black made the conscious decision to become a dinosaur.

JK black explains earlier in the chapter that the multiverse essentially rolls the dice on gender when someone is born, which explains why some of the other au blacks are girls. this does NOT, however, explain why dino-black is a dinosaur.

i have to be real with you i do not have the resources or energy to explain what KARAKURI BLACK's deal is. he's a war general robot thing and there's a lot of layers to what's being lost by my inability to explain him in depth

in my defense my gf is literally in bed next to me as i write this

we have BABY BLACK, who is a flat 2d cartoon baby version of black very clearly inspired by powerpuff girls.

this one talks like, well, a baby. maybe a 3-4 year old? this one's a baby. there's not much to say about him otherwise except he's like the littlest fucking thing

and then there's...... SEXY BLACK

who is black, if he was a woman with huge tits who only cared about money. femme fatale thief black. satoshi is immediately freaked out by her because she's the least similar to black in satoshi's eyes, and this apparently includes the dinosaur

satoshi hops in between everyone, and begs them to help him find his universe's black....

...and swiftly learns that there's really no amount of multiverse fuckery that can make black stop being, at his very core, the smug motherfucker he is.

by the time all the different AUs agree to help satoshi, he finds out they're all flying off to their deaths and leaving him behind. poor satoshi

VERDICT: JESUS FUCKING CHRIST (AFFECTIONATE)

so, we all had specific expectations of this chapter. the literal only person i know who got anything about this chapter right based off the limited information we got about the story, did so because he made an offhand joke to tease me about if one of the new black AUs was an old man. dead serious only prediction that was correct that i saw anywhere

we all expected B meeting black, or anime + manga + other(?) black, or that kinda thing, and we got a fully crafted spiderverse parody. what is wrong with this fucking series. please. i love it

#txt #black channel #manga #chapter review

[creepypastalover97]

Ok time for another creepypasta au headcannon

Today’s headcannon is going to be about everyone’s favorite link rip-off

Enjoy

. The correct way of spelling his name is BEN_drowned. But his Real name is Benjamin Lawman

. BEN was born on April 23rd 1990, and he died on September 7th 2002

. He’s pale and in the body of a boy around 12. But Mentally he’s much older, and would have been 32 years old if he hadn't died.

. In a weird way he’s happy he died. he didn’t have to be apart of the cruel world today. Ben’s disgusted with modern people

“Why does someone’s sexuality matter when the earth’s fucking melting?

Why is racism a thing it was all hundreds of years ago calm the fuck down people!”- Ben

. The only thing he appreciates is modern technology. Games, consoles and chatrooms keep him busy and happy. He’ll often make staged accounts on sites and just talk to people, be there for him

. ben’s addicted too bitcoin he thinks its the future of the world. doesn’t care if he’s fuckin dead

he’s considered communism

.Was deathly afraid of water like Finn in Adventure Time. Strictly takes showers and doesn’t go swimming

. BEN doesn’t give a single fuck about his gender. This was discovered by Jeff a day after BEN arrived at the mansion. Jeff, being the rude ass motherfucker he is, decided to try and make fun of BEN by calling him “a pretty girl”. he was so fucking shook when BEN just answered with

“Thanks I appreciate it”- BEN

EJ, who was sitting in the kitchen like he always is, fucking lost it

. BEN was once dared to dress up as a female, like a dress and hair up

He did it without hesitation

Everyone who was attracted to girls regretted it immediately after seeing him

. Bisexual asf but leans more towards girls

. He can do voice acting and like, really good impersonations. He once hid in the vents and started laughing in a perfect Freddy Fazbear imitation and later he started speaking in Baby’s voice and gave half the mansion a heart attack

. he secretly has a Tik Tok account where he pretends to be a ”””gamergirl”””

He’s famous

. He smokes weed when he starts glitching out really bad to calm down his nerves. He relies on weed to calm him down if he finds himself getting anxiety or feeling depressed to keep himself from glitching out horribly.

. Hardcore Gamer. will demolish anyone in any game ever. Jeff thought he could beat him at dance party because he’s so lazy but oh was he wrong

. Referencing the C-D-I Zelda games in his prescence will cause BEN to go into a homicidal rage.

. Often goes to arcades to fuck with people and occasionally cheat.

. Is so fucking good at Laser Tag - he’ll no scope everyone without breaking a sweat

. Very glitchy pervy boy. Has gone to sex shops only to “accidentally” make all the display vibrators lose their shit just for kicks, and has smacked almost every Pasta in the mansion with an oversized rubber dildo

. Doesn’t cut his hair. (The girl pastas like styling his hair)

. Sees Sally as a little sister

. Ben cannot physically cook. He’s the Meliodas of cooking. It looks great but tastes really bad. He’s more worried about presentation over taste. He knows that Chef Ramsey would kill him too for how bad he cooks.

. His ears twitch when ever he’s focused or nervous. (Especially when he’s lying)

. ben’s gotta sleep with pads on his face so he doesn’t fuck up his sheets

. Although Ben is pretty colorful as a person, when he’s upset and/or angry, everything on him goes monochrome

. When he gets sick, he glitches horribly when he sneezes

. Glitches really bad when he’s physically upset

. If BEN laughs hard enough he will cough up a ton of water that's in this lungs from when he drowned

. Prefer’s to levitate everywhere, he walks only when he’s super energetic (which is never)

. actually has no fucking idea what he is, it’s like

“Hey BEN what exactly are you?”- Circe

“a ghost???? Wait,,, a hylian. A…. human?? Idfk”- BEN

the ultimate meme lord. Actually funny which in itself is kinda scary

“So here’s the tea”- BEN

“ for the last time, it’s called a mission report “-slenderman

“ do you want to hear the tea or not?”- BEN

“Hmpff”-Circe

. Ben is fluent in Chinese.

. His diet consist of energy drinks and instant noodles

. He hates a lot of fruits for some reason. He's not unhealthy, he just never eats fruit

. Has a habit of chewing on electric cords.

. Jokingly simps for Jeff as a joke, because he likes Jeff’s reactions.

. He adores the Fnaf series and knows the lore.

. he actually goes outside sometimes???

“Oooh!! Look at the sun, it’s so circular! So warm! And bright.” - BEN, leaving his room for the first time in three weeks

“…………”- BEN

[Takes a 180 and goes back inside to hibernate]

. BEN can only climb into devices that are plugged in, sure if you charge your phone he can get in but if you unplug it his only way to get out is to either wait or climb through the screen.

. He also thinks Basil is pathetic.

He hates Basil.

. Ben doesn't like musicals, Hamilton is the ONLY exception

. he’s so laid back that everyone forgets his manipulative and sadistic nature

“BEN that’s inappropriate clothing go change”- slenderman

“I’m inappropriately dressed to live anyway bitch why would I”- BEN

. he has so much stuffed animals, pillows and blankets god couldn’t. he’s too emotionally unstable to actually cuddle anyone so he replaces human contact with fluffy pillows and blankets

. Won’t stop quoting vines to the point where it’s annoying

. Makes “cringe” prank videos when bored

. is actually really good at hiding his emotions, no one really knows what he’s truly like. Or so he thinks

“BEN, are you alright?”- Circe

“Yeah, why?”- BEN

“Because you asked the lady in the store if the damage repair shampoo works on emotions too.”- Circe

. He likes to hack into the SCP Foundation’s private computers and spam them with outdated memes and 24 hour long loops of the “song of unhealing”.

. Often hacks everyone’s phones and switching Siri with himself. Then the pastas freak the fuck out when they find out it’s him. Jeff hates this the most.

“ Siri, connect redtube to start bar”- jeff

“ oh?, does jeffy boy have a nasty watch history? Wow, buddy you have more kinks than Masky, damn”-BEN

“ how would you know?”- jeff

“…….”-BEN

“……”-jeff

“Get out of my phone”- jeff

. inhumanly flexible. Anyone who enters his room debates on wether or not to call an exorcist.

. Actually is really fucking smart but likes having people underestimate him so he can purposely destroy their ego

. Short boy that will chop down legs if anyone makes fun of his height

“What are you, three?”- BEN

“Yeah, three heads taller than you.”- jeff

“………………”- BEN

Ten minutes later

“OPEN THE DOOR YOU FUCKING COWARD!”- BEN, banging on Jeff’s door

“I WAS JUST JOKING!”- jeff

Overall BEN_drowned is no doubt actually a very nice and understanding guy (apart from, well, killing)

I hope you enjoyed

P.s. not everything is canon. So don’t take seriously if you don’t want to. If you don’t like, take it somewhere else. Thank you

Bye 👋🏻

P.s.s. Go check out Circe’s origin story on archive of our own. It’s called rabbits are not what they seen.

#ben drowned #creepypasta world building #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta

[wildishmazz]

I've watched two versions of Starmania over the past couple of days(I'm supposed to be writing a dissertation about Starlight Express and gender politics so ofc I've found a new rabbithole), the 1989 Rouge Edition and the 1994 English version at the Mogador, and I keep thinking about Sadia and how drastically different she is between the two already drastically different productions.

In the 1989 she is a trans domme with charisma and magnetism off the scale. Her introduction is a showstopper that basically says "I'm a genderfuck and you don't know what to do about me except take me on my own terms. Fuck you if you don't like what you see, but I know that you do"(I didn’t count how many times the word "travesti" appears, but it's a lot). She drops her former co-conspirators in the shit after feeling(whether justified or not) that she's been usurped by a newcomer and rejected by the antiestablishment terrorist group she essentially created.

In the 1994, she's a performatively rebellious child of the elite ruling class, apparently cis and very young, who enjoys slumming it and automatically expects to be put in charge. Her song is altered to "I'm a very versatile sexual chameleon who can roleplay any character type you like, but I’m the one who chooses what it's going to be, not you", with maybe the slightest hint that she's not cis("you deserve a bit for free"). She's unpleasant and immature, it's hard to see how she gained a following of people willing to commit violence at her word, and it's no surprise when she apparently gets tired of the whole rebellion thing after she's not allowed to be in charge any more and returns to the ruling class, betraying her former friends on her way.

I just feel that the 1989 Sadia is a far more compelling, sympathetic, and ultimately tragic character. It's easy today to see her as an example of a child of immense wealth and privilege who gets thrown out of all of that after coming out as trans, who picks herself up and rebuilds herself from the ground up after that fall. As an abuse survivor existing in the margins of a harshly stratified society, she has to develop a lot of coping mechanisms. She is flexible, resourceful, charismatic, tough as nails, and hypervigilant to threats and percieved threats. She finds a handful of misfits, identifies their leader, and stays a step back as the brains of the organisation while he's the face. They are her found family, and relies on them for acceptance and security.

But then Cristal happens. Cristal is the presenter of the tv talent show Starmania(much like Hunger Games' Effie Trinket), pretty, hyperfeminine, the very face of unthinking privilege and wealth, potentially everything Sadia wanted to be before her fall from grace. Sadia still has the right connections and dregs of social capital to contact her with the offer of an interview with the Black Stars, intending to use her platform to further their cause. What she doesn’t anticipate is an explosive infatuation between the Black Stars' leader Johnny and Cristal. It's galling in many ways when Cristal joins them, and with the zeal of the convert pushes for more extreme ideas than Sadia, leading to the Black Stars listening to her instead. The final straw for Sadia comes when she threatens to leave and no-one tries to stop her. In a very short space of time, she loses her influence over Johnny, loses her position of authority in the group(to someone who effortlessly embodies what she wanted to be before her first rejection), and finds/feels that the people she previously trusted, her found family, don't care about her at all.

And she brought it on herself by inviting Cristal to interview Johny.

Her pain, her rage, her rejection - they eclipse what she already felt for the elite ruling class, because a)this has only just happened and b) these motherfuckers should know better than to turn on one of their own when they should be united against a more powerful enemy. It's bad when your family of origin reject you because they don't understand or accept what you are. It's worse to be rejected by the people who do understand and accept your truth, who should be on your side.

And, aside, the more powerful enemy is pledging that "we will no longer be slaves to nature". There might be something in that that appeals to her. Sadia's been hurt and rejected by both sides, but she can get revenge on one of them by playing them against each other - the rising fascist dictator and the antifascists trying to stop him.

She does. Cristal dies. And fascism takes over.

And this version of the character just feels so much more authentic, emotionally cohesive, than the rebelling-against-Daddy-by-being-promiscuous-and-starting-a-terrorist-cell-then-throwing-a-privileged-tantrum-that-gets-people-killed Sadia of 5 years later.

#Starmania #Sadia #character analysis #I can't believe that if Superbia had got off the ground #people wouldn't have been making direct comparisons

[gender0bender]

ID: a photograph of a mixed race Chinese American trans man in his 50s. He is sat outside with his elbows rested on his knees, smiling at the camera. ED.

Willy, 52, Oakland, CA, 2015, from To Survive on This Shore.

I’m mixed heritage. My mom is Chinese from Hawaii. My dad is English, Irish, and Scottish from Oakland, and I grew up in the suburbs of San Francisco. I changed my name to Willy when I was nine, in 1972. It was a different time. There was no awareness of transgender issues, and of course there was no structural support in the school system or resources to help my family understand me. So it was a long process of getting people to recognize the authenticity of my name change and to call me Willy. Some people came along quicker than others, some family members and friends. A couple of teachers were able to get with it, but many people resisted. It took my mother fifteen years, but she did finally come around. So that’s my story of being trans in the ’70s. I was really on my own and didn’t know anyone who was trans until years later.  

I went to college in 1980 and I came out as a lesbian. It wasn’t really an option yet to come out as trans, so I got involved in the women’s movement and the lesbian movement and the women of color movement of the ’80s, which was an amazing experience. But then, the transgender movement started and it exploded in San Francisco in 1994, when we won legal protections in the City and County of San Francisco. I really connected with the movement and I started my process of coming out as trans. For a long time, I had lived as this – we didn’t say “nonbinary” – but I had a third gender identity. I was circling around medical transition for so many years, but I kept deciding not to medically transition and to navigate this third gender identity. Now it’s a cool thing, but back then it was not a thing you saw. As a mixed heritage person, I felt that my third gender identity was inextricably linked to my mixed heritage, and I lived in this complicated place of gender and race for many, many years, until ultimately, I medically transitioned in 2012.

I’m a parent of three young kids, and I’m part of the early wave of trans-identified people who’ve gone into parenting with a trans identity. The vast majority of trans parents with older kids came out as trans after having kids. I remember the wave of lesbians who started having kids in the ’80s, and ’90s and how there was a whole process of reproductive rights and justice around that. Now, we’re in the early days of the reproductive justice movement for trans parents, and there are so many more trans people who are preparing themselves and getting their lives ready so they can become parents. It’s great to see!  

This progress is amazing, but even though we have more visibility and awareness, education, and resources now, there are so many young trans people who still don’t feel good about themselves. I hope that trans people, especially young trans people, coming up in the world can see that they’re beautiful and they’re brilliant and they’re amazing and unique in a special way, and that’s a good thing! It saddens me that trans youth are still struggling, that people are still ending their lives. We have so much more work to do, but we’re going to get there. I’m an optimist. And I’m an old-ass motherfucker, too, so I'm like, “Hey! Look how far we’ve come!”

#transgender #trans pride #trans joy #trans men #trans masculine #trans masc #my uploads

[theangellies]

— BASICS

Name: Valentine “Val” Dupont Age / D.O.B.: 33, May 25, 1990 Gender, Pronouns & Sexuality: Non-binary, They/Them, Pansexual Hometown: Kilkenny, Ireland Affiliation: Brotherhood Job position: Author, Informant/Intel for the Brotherhood Education: High school, a journalism residency at BU Relationship status: Who even knows Children: Probably not?? Positive traits: (5) Outgoing, straight-forward, charming, driven, giving Negative traits: (5) Vain, fickle, crass, blunt, messy. 

— BIOGRAPHY

As a kid, Val was precocious and wild. A middle child in a family of five, the young curly-haired child would get their older and younger sisters, Benna and Ruth, to tag along on all their hair-brained schemes. But Val took longer to ‘grow up’ than their sisters. Ruth was off to law school and Benna went into fashion and moved to the States. Val had just barely graduated high school and was convinced college wasn’t for them. Even so, living with their mother showed Val a strong woman working in journalism, and they started to wonder if that was their path as well.

Finally seeking out college programs, Val decided to apply for residencies. Despite not having much experience, a professor at BU decided to take them in, finding their application intriguing. It was Val’s first time away from home for more than a few days and they made the most of it. The first few weeks were all partying and sleeping around, but Val started noticing an issue with their vision- it was getting harder to read the whiteboard, and they found themself trying on reading glasses, having issues with the reading homework. Even their own notes were suffering- and after a trip to an eye doctor, Val got some bad news. Their vision was failing and in the next year or so, they’d most likely be legally blind. With this knowledge, it re-started something inside them. They wanted to do well in school, wanted to get the things done they’d always wanted. With a few helpful professors encouraging them, Val was writing creative stories they’d thought about way back when he was growing up in Kilkenny. Suddenly there was a manuscript, and just as suddenly, Val Dupont was a published author with a series of middlegrade fantasy novels. 

While Val made trips back home many times and even lived with their mother for a time, ultimately they moved to New York City, closer to the publishing company they worked closely with, their agent, and a new assistant. After moving however, Val wanted a taste of the nightlife and found themself heading out to various bars and clubs. Overhearing little things. Tidbits from one professional whispered at a bar to another, overheard by the unassuming curly-haired author with the red-tipped cane sipping a cocktail alone. And sometimes when someone came home to Val’s condo, they talked even more freely. Suddenly Val had a wealth of information and nowhere to put it... until they met members of the Brotherhood. Suddenly the information was important, and needed, and Val was welcomed with open arms. Suddenly there was a place to unwind and unload- friends and dalliances and always, always, something to tell their Brothers. 

— WANTED CONNECTIONS / PLOTS

-Dalliances/Flings/Exes/Lovers: Val loves a one night stand and is a flirtatious motherfucker. Bring on the whirlwind fuck-buddies, the weird flings, the nighttime dalliances, the smoke and chill sessions.

-Journalists, Authors, Editors: Val is relatively well-to-do in the book world. All three books in his series “Margot Sees Magic” were on the NYT Bestsellers list. He’s been interviewed, spoken at author events, and worked extensively with editors, publishers, designers, and more. They also have an agent and an assistant (either of which will probably end up as a WC!)

-Rivals: Val can sometimes butt heads with some. Lots of folks love them, but others think they’re up to something. Having an occasional frenemy or a rivalry is always welcome!

-Brotherhood buddies & flirtations: Speaks for itself :) 

#wb.intro #valintro #valbio #intro #bio #!!! here's val's infooo