#i offer you a poorly made meme

[weewoo911]

Bobby to Buck in 1x07:

#911 abc #911 memes #bobby Nash #evan buckley #saw that gifset of that episode earlier and this is all I could think about #Buck I still love you and your weird facts and superstitions about the moon 💖 #excuse my poorly made memes but they are all I have to offer

[taggedmemes]

SENTENCE MEME BALDUR'S GATE 3 / PART SIX

leave us in peace and we shall leave you in kind.

cut the crap.

we just want to go home.

enough of this charade.

i'll not play pretend anymore.

you'll soon learn what it means to ally yourself with the likes of this garbage.

i'm free now, and i'm never going back.

fuck them.

felt good letting off a little steam.

if i burn any hotter, i might explode.

don't get too close until i've found a way to calm down.

it's a bit early to be getting into tragic backstories.

let's save the scar-show for later after we've worked up an appetite for tragedy.

in the grand scheme of things, i'm inconsequential [to her].

she favored me like a child favors a captive pet.

it had the makings of a good stage show, but i did not want to be one of the players.

torture, bloodsport? or perhaps just a good old-fashioned walloping?

you owe me nothing.

i could extort you, if that's what you want.

you're teasing me now.

ignorance is alive and well it seems.

don't make me get the wooden spoon.

you'd best have one hells of an apology for me.

if you think your precious little god holds any power here, you're in for a surprise.

do you treat all your guests so poorly?

i don't like busybodies.

you are as thick as they come.

are you telling me you made love to a goddess?

i shared a bed with a goddess and yet i wasn't satisfied.

shall i share the story behind it or would you rather head straight to its sordid finale?

how are you still alive?

we've come this far together and we'll continue on together.

even i am tired of the sound of my own voice.

i'll rip your spine out of your asshole.

i'll use your blood to spice my stew.

i'll keep you alive until i've sucked the marrow from your bones.

killing me is a waste of time.

you bastard, you ruined everything.

this is an interesting way of thanking me.

a slap is all you deserve.

a hag was never going to help you.

they don't help anyone but themselves.

that double-crossing, filthy, lying hag.

focus on the positive.

forgive the aroma.

perhaps that is why i have survived so long where more fearsome peers have not.

your loyalty is admirable but misplaced.

his kind have charm beyond our mortal means to resist.

who'd keep a secret like that from his friends?

you can't trust anyone these days.

even in the middle of nowhere, he can reach me.

why do you insist on exhuming the past?

people think the biggest threat to a vampire is a cleric with a stake.

they're scheming, paranoid, power-hungry beasts.

i am what i must be, says what i must be.

how does it feel to be a devil?

i can't tell if you're being silly or serious.

you have to admire the man's ambition.

i promise i will not betray your trust.

you kept me by your side despite the menace i am.

i learned quick how to stay alive.

to feel invincible again.

this isn't where i thought i'd end up.

maybe when this is all done, you can show me where you came from.

i'm not normally one to begrudge someone their secrets, but..

i'm already blessed to have you at my side.

don't you cut a fine figure.

i am not some lower city coinlad offering you a tumble.

there is nothing so depressing as learning one's true value.

i could use someone with your skills.

they're ravenous predators with fangs like daggers.

it's hardly an irrational fear to harbor.

you've been decent to me, so far.

everyone's got their own fears.

maybe that's what i like about you.

all of this was for nothing.

if you're here to help, get to the fight quickly.

gods, i thought you were one of those beasts.

i'm not chasing after it, if that's what you're thinking.

the little beast's charming once you get accustomed to the smell of rotting flesh.

#sentence meme #rp meme #sentence starters #roleplay meme #starter sentences #rp starters #rpc #starter meme #sentence prompts #sentence prompt #rp prompts #roleplay prompts #writing prompt #bg3 meme

[katzske]

EARTHSPARK SPOILERS ABOVE AND BELOW!

For a kids show, I'm glad that they're able to touch upon serious topics like the effect war has on individuals and, in this case, species. I think TFA is the only notable TF show that wiggled its finger and made clear yo these are fucking aliens. But even there it felt one sided, as in, robots finding organics gross.

In TFE, you get so many perspectives on the Cybertron- human relationship and I love is so much. You have people who embrace it and accept each others differences. You have those who have internalized xenophobia but don't notice. People who don't care and just wanna be themselves and live in peace. And those who outright HATE the other species.

Visuals: the first half had its animation mainly focused on action. and while there is still action here, the conclusion of the season offers a lot of cinematic shots which tbh kinda took out of the immersion but are awesome screenshot material. it gets really dark as well, and there is a shot with Bee that stood out to me, where he's hanging from a ceiling, and his expression is full of fear. It was grand.

Audio: You still have the same synth wave music (which I like) but you also get some amazing sound designs for animal based alt modes, like Grimlock and Tarantulas. Nightshade unfortunately has this repetitive sound playing whenever they fly, (hawk screech) since they don't have a motor IG??

Characters: The viewer will be introduced to Hashtag, Jawbreaker and Nightshade. They have distinct abilities and personalities. (By now, I can already tell that my favorite Terrans are Nightshade, Jawbreaker and Twitch lol). They're interesting characters and their dedicated episodes were quite entertaining.

The most notable new characters who actually have their dedicated episodes and voice lines are Shockwave and Tara. Shockwave, as you can see from my memes, is a raging classist and racist. He's pure evil. But I really enjoy him because he's so smug. Imagine TFA Shock's smugness but in higher dosage. I fucking love it. HIS VOICE HAS SO MUCH RANGE. reminds me of an evil DJ subatomic supernova. His eye also reminds me of shin godzilla's... an unrelenting blank stare, unnaturally wide. Tarantulas on the other hand takes a much different spin than his BW counterpart. I think he joined the cons and stuck with them is because he wanted equality for all (during a short convo between Megs and Shock it's implied that it was their original goal). He's sick of the war and just wants to survive. He wants to be himself. He does these typical cinema spider noises like hisses, or gargles in his alt mode BUT OH BOY in his robot mode he's one fine fella. And his voice. chef kiss. i think it's British, but can't pinpoint what region.

Plot: Earthspark is gonna build upon the concept which TFP poorly introduced: A villan human faction. TFE is building upon and further fleshing out what they tried to do with M.E.C.H. The execution so far looks very promising.

They have taken their time to introduce G.H.O.S.T for a whole season, and put a bit of effort into showing that the organization is made out of individuals who have different motivations.

Their official motivation is understandable. The "good guys" wanna protect civilians from threats, like bots who break shit. But ofc there are some nasty people in the ranks who are lowkey masochists lol

Also, since Cybertronians are known to the public, it deepens the complexity of the conflict. Xenophobia against Cybertronians ranges from this cooperation to just regular people, who are mad that their planet was turned into a battle ground.

#spoilers #transformers earthspark #tfe shockwave #tfe tarantulas #katzske #meme #according to shock im a sentient bag of goo and i agree #i hope we can agree that organic lifeforms are goofy

[tragedry]

Now we need you to write a tyden confession scene............ y'know, to make things even. Or you can talk about when they realized their feeling for each other 🥺

the fact that y'all are starting to associate me to both ashler and tyden is hilarious cause i'm pretty sure i started this side blog to only talk about ashler asfhafla

but here we are, so let me try to put together a coherent enough tyden confession for you at 4 am:

side note: this got really long way too fast, and i'm pretty sure this only tackled aiden's feelings, but i hope you like it anyway anon!

when aiden realizes he's starting to like tyler, everything just clicks.

he's laying on his bed, his eyes staring up at the glow in the dark stars he's poorly glued on his ceiling back when he was ten when the realization hits him, and he's finally put a name to the emotion tyler manages to invoke inside his chest whenever the other boy would stop scowling and actually offer him one of those once-in-a-blue-moon, downright stunning smiles that probably belonged on a movie poster whenever one of aiden's jokes finally lands.

it's like the last step of figuring out how to solve a brand new rubik's cube, and for a moment he revels in the satisfaction of just knowing, except by the time he tries to figure out how to proceed from such a revelation, he’s coming up blank.

for the first time in his life, his crush on tyler is the only puzzle he has no idea how to move forward to.

if he’s being honest with himself, knowing that he actually likes the halfwit doesn't really change much of their situation, if anything it would probably only make things worse if tyler found out.

and it's not like he's stupid enough to actually believe he's got a shot, not when he's made it his entire personality to annoy the ever living shit out of the baseball player any chance he’s got.

the thought of tyler’s possible rejection inflicts a pain that courses through his entire body, stilling him until he has to remind himself to breathe.

aiden decides he doesn’t really like thinking about this particular puzzle anymore—not when his own emotions have cursed him.

he refuses to think about the problem any further. he’ll set his feelings for tyler aside and ignore it till it goes away completely. 

he’s always been good at ignoring his problems, and this is no different.

with his mind made up, he lets himself relax until the pang in his chest dulls out and he’s ready to forget it was ever there in the first place.

and just when things were finally starting to feel normal again, that’s when the halfwit decided to reply to his text. 

the reply is short, dry, and straight to the point– and it’s just so like him that aiden catches himself snorting when he reads the simple, “fuck if i know.” right after aiden’s last annoying question. 

he hadn’t even expected the other boy to reply, except tyler always did.

no matter how much he purposely tries to piss him off or how many memes he sends the other boy, tyler will reply, whether it was a sarcastic comment or a curse, all of his messages are read and answered.

it was kind of addicting, to be heard-to have his existence acknowledged by someone who had every right to tell him to shut up and walk away.

he can feel his heartbeat racing all over again as he re-read tyler’s text, and as he typed out a reply he knew it was going to be hard for him to fall asleep.

the clock on his phone reads past 1 am, and he wants to point it out to tyler cause he’s always complaining about staying up late whenever aiden’s in the mood to mess with him.

but before he could say anything about it, tyler’s already sending him a brand new text, and this one’s even more humorless than before.

his earlier thought is momentarily forgotten, and he ends up sending the other boy a series of memes pointing out how badly tyler’s killing their convo with his lackluster replies, and aiden selfishly hopes that tyler takes the bait and talks to him even longer, even if just to prove him wrong.

aiden wonders if tyler would hate him for it.

he lifts his eyes back to the stars on his ceiling and hopes.

he hopes that tyler won’t hate him for being selfish, hopes that his feelings for the other boy won’t last, and hopes that by the time he wakes up the following day, the pain in his chest disappears completely. 

his phone lights up with a brand new text and aiden begins to type out a reply without really reading what the text said.

'can you promise you won’t hate me too?'

the reply gets deleted, and he sends tyler another meme instead.

#me: i only ship tyler with ashlyn #also me: *types up around 800 words regarding aiden's crush on tyler in one sitting* #listen i do not control the brainworms #if the muse says she wants me to write tyden then that's exactly what i'm gonna have to do #sorry if i sound insane #and for not writing about the mutual feelings realization anon #i was craving for aiden angst tonight #tyden #aiden clark #tyler hernandez #school bus graveyard #ry.plies #anon ask

[dbh-bb]

Q&A

The mod team have been getting a lot of question, and we thought we'd use this opportunity to share the answers, and allay some fears. Whatever you're concerned about, you are not alone!

1. What if (as an artist) our story idea is terrible and nobody wants it?

A. The mods have a collection of ways to ensure everybody gets a good match. Unless your idea is (a) actually offensive, (b) a bad faith take for a public event (say, a meme done poorly, a crack prompt that's too specific, or a private joke taken too far), or (c) something so extremely detailed and specific that you should consider commissioning rather than participating in a public event, at least one person is going to be interested in creating for you.

Even for ideas that aren't popular / main pairings / concepts, even for ideas that are a bit off the wall -- there are always going to be creators who like a bit of a challenge. Who look at things and go, HUH. NEVER THOUGHT OF THAT ONE. and proceed to YOINK it up.

2. If I have an idea that I've written in part and shared in other discord servers, or have published incomplete somewhere, and find an artwork that fits with that, can I use that pre-existing idea to write for that artwork?

A. We have a rule about anonymity in order to make it as fair as possible when we open claims, so for the writers, it's less important that their ideas be brand new. However, in the spirit of the Bang, we do consider it important that the artist you're working with feels they are getting a fresh piece of work from you, and you do need to produce 10,000 words of new, previously unshared fic. If that happens to fit in with an idea you've already been writing, that's fine, so long as your artist is happy with that.

3. Is it okay if I sign up and then have to drop if, for example, none of the prompts interest me, or as an artist I realise I can't commit the time?

A. We would ask that people signing up do so with full intent to commit and not abandon their entry, whether they are entering as an artist or a writer. We do understand that commitments can be made and then circumstances prevent someone coming through as they intended, but if you're aware now that there is a serious possibility you won't be able to provide what you're signing up for, you may be better positioned to be a back up, a beta, or a cheerleader.

In the case of a Reverse Big Bang, with the art coming first, and the ideas coming from the artists, it is extra important that participants offering art not overcommit themselves, as the artists are the first link in the chain. This said, there is also no rush to sign up right now, as sign ups for artists don't close until the 30th of this month, so you have time to try and review your workload and schedule.

For writers, if the scope of what you are prepared to write is so narrow that you think there is a real risk that you won't find anything you will be able to write for, we would ask you to consider if a public event such as this is for you.

4. How many pieces of art can I do for the idea that I submit? Can I submit more ideas?

A. You can do as many pieces of art for any one idea as you like. Presently, we are keeping the number of ideas we will allow artists to submit to two until we know how the ratios are going to stack up. The mod team will be making regular updates both on the discord and here on tumblr to let participants know how that is faring at the time of posting. If the ratios are in favour, we may allow artists to submit third ideas.

5. Can I sign up as a pinch hitter?

A. At this time, we do not have a sign up process for pinch hitters, whether they be artists or writers. However, you do not need to be a Bang participant in order to pinch hit. Right now, people who join the discord are able to assign themselves roles such as pinch hitter, beta, and cheerleader, and will receive discord pings to that role as and if those become required. This is why we encourage people to join the discord even if they're not participating in the Bang directly, as there are still ways to support and help your fellows in the fandom.

Should the need arise for pinch hitters, the mod team will also be putting the message out on this tumblr, and reaching out to anyone that signed up and said they may be prepared to pinch hit. If you are contacted there is no requirement that you agree, we would just ask you to review the ideas on offer.

6. Do I need to join the discord in order to participate?

A. No. All the information and updates that are on the discord are also shared on tumblr, it's just that on tumblr we schedule posts to hit major time zones, and on discord they're put up immediately.

7. Will you be sharing the information artists put in their applications about what they're thinking of working on, and writers put in about what they would like to see somewhere that we can see it?

A. Yes! There will be weekly updates with this in an anonymous format shared on this tumblr. We also intend to share how many writers and artists have signed up so far so that you can have an idea of how ratios are currently stacking up. Please bear in mind, however, when we share this, that none of those numbers are final, and that we are only displaying the number of confirmed works on offer, and that a number of people are provisionally offering more.

8. Where do I find all the information about the Bang, such as rules and schedules, and an up to date discord link?

A. The pinned post on this tumblr contains all of that information. We also update the discord link on there any time we are made aware that it has expired, again. The mod team have been setting this to never expire, but discord is apparently not our friend, so if you find the link has expired, notify us either via asks, a message on the bottom of the post, or a tumblr IM, and we will update it (again).

#dbhrbbb2024 #detroit become human #detroit: become human #big bang #reverse big bang #info post #detroit become human reverse big bang #detroit: become human reverse big bang

[atomicruinsperfection]

Can I offer you a poorly made meme in these trying times?

#ofmd #ofmd fanart #ofmd meme #stede bonnet #lucius spriggs #ain't no party... #this took me an embarrassingly long time to make #my memes

[sleepychailatte-blog]

When I was in school, there seem to be a camp of two types of girls when it came to literary choices. You had the Twilight/vampire romance girlies and the Hunger Games/dystopian gals, and you would have thought these two groups were the two families from Romeo and Juliet. Yours truly was part of the Hunger Games camp, and middle-school me was obsessed. I’m talking book and movie premieres, Team Peeta shirts from Hot Topic, wearing a mocking jay pin publicly, the whole gambit. God forbid if you read Twilight, that poorly written, low-brow, dumb, vampire romance. We were the readers of dystopian fiction, which was superior because it made you FEEL things about capitalism, broken societies, being true to yourself, etc. etc. etc.

It’s been over a decade since 2008. To all my Twilight girlies, I would like to offer you my most sincere apologies. I should not have judged you so harshly.

Recently I watched Twilight for the very first time as an adult. A friend of mine came over for a painting/movie night, and Twilight was our featured film. I knew the memes, I knew roughly what the plot was, but I wasn’t ready for the experience that was to come.

So without further ado, I’d like to offer my thoughts and review on the 2008 masterpiece, Twilight. If you aren’t familiar with the Twilight story, go read a quick synopsis and then come back.

🌘So, did you like it?

I had an absolute blast watching this movie. Would I say it’s a good movie? Probably not. Did it age well? Nope. But it was delightfully cringey, as you had to suspend all believe of realism. You couldn’t take this movie too seriously, because this movie took ITSELF way too seriously. It’s like they cranked the drama/teen angst meter up to 100 and everything seems so life-or-death…even though the main characters, Bella and Edward, are 17 year old juniors (ok so Edward actually isn’t 17 because he’s an old vampire but you get what I’m saying). It was very much that kind of relationship where “they can’t even bear to be apart or they will DIE” oh no how tragic (I think we now call that co-dependency).

When I was 17, I sure as heck didn’t know what love was. But again, this story is based in absolute fantasy, not realism, and that’s the fun part. Oh to be swept off your feet by a mysterious, handsome, brooding vampire that you met in your biology class!

🌓Favorite part of the film?

The script for this movie is pretty bad, I’m not gonna lie, and that’s part of the charm. It’s so bad, that it’s kinda good. Here’s some of my favorite quotes:

“You better hold on tight, spider monkey." -Edward to Bella because he can jump really high and run really fast. I about peed my pants from laughing when Edward said this.

“This is the skin of a killer, Bella." -Edward to Bella because vampire skin *literally sparkles* in direct sunlight. Again, almost peed my pants.

I will say that I love Edward’s family, the Cullens, as a whole. This vampire family tries to cook a regular meal for Bella, Edward’s human girlfriend, and oh my heart. Vampires don’t cook because they don’t eat normal food; the Cullen family had never used the kitchen in their house. The fact that they would go out of their way and attempt to do something so foreign to them in order to make the human girlfriend feel comfortable? Um, wow that’s actually really sweet.

Also, shout out to Bella‘s dad, Charlie for actually trying to connect with his daughter. Bella and Charlie have a bit of an awkward and tense relationship but this doesn’t stop Charlie from trying to be a good dad. I will say that one of my other favorite scenes was when Bella asked her dad if he wanted to meet her boyfriend Edward… while he was cleaning his shotgun. When he said, “sure, send (your boyfriend) in” and loudly snapped his shotgun shut, I about lost it. What a dad move! A national treasure.

🌒Would you watch it again?

Under the right circumstances. I would need either anesthesia or a large sangria. If I ever showed this film to my children, it would be for a study of what not to do in a relationship. If your significant other says “I can’t live without you” when you’re 17…that’s some big creepy co-decency energy.

🌑Team Edward or Team Jacob?

Um Team Charlie all the way. Hands down the best and most sane character in this whole film. We love to see a dad do his best and love his daughter…even when she starts dating a super weird pale dude.

🌘Conclusion

Watching this film made me think about guilty pleasures. We all have them, and they all look different at unique stages of our life. One of my favorite guilty pleasures is watching Judge Judy. My 70 year-old grandmother used to watch the Bachelor. For a friend of mine, it’s those cheesy Hallmark Channel movies. Others enjoy vampire romance novels. Are these things high-quality and sophisticated? No. Are they of good taste? Meh. But they are meant to be enjoyed, and that’s the whole point.

Twilight is the same way. Is it good? Not really. But that doesn’t matter, because it’s a cringey/angsty teen fantasy that’s meant to be enjoyed.

You can be both a Twilight girlie and a Hunger Games gal, and still have a pretty darn good time 🖤

#twilight saga #twilight meme #edward cullen #bella swan #movie review #twilight movies #spider monkey

[rat-bastard-bitch]

May I offer you a poorly made meme in this trying time

#Queen Elizabeth #Star Trek #trisha paytas #I would personally like to thank the few people who remembered this today #Live long and prosper #Unlike queen Lizzy she didn't live 😭😭 #cackling

[trekwiz]

I used Tumblr's feedback function about the recent changes. But, fuck, it was hard to get it short enough. It had to be under "5,000" characters--but the system's broken so it required me to get it to around 4,700. I don't think the short version makes as much sense, but I'll provide it under a cut. And I'll follow with a long version.

You want to drive engagement: that means being more fun than nuisance.

We hate snoozing Live. Disrespecting users' preferences and giving busy work means you'll never convert us to Live users: you've only built resentment.

Some users turn off push notifications for being annoying. What does Tumblr have that requires urgency? A friend who needs a ride to the ER is not asking on the fun meme site. When you push notifications, it's your decision to get my attention, instead of my choice. There's no way to spin this as a positive.

The persistent banner in "Activity" warning that notifications are off, is a rude reminder that you feel entitled to my attention. Your intention to SPAM users like me is worse, but we're the kind of users who are also motivated to click “Report Spam” to hurt your domain score in retaliation.

Users hate algorithms. Most users turn off “in your orbit” etc. They made your site harder to use--it's confusing and awkward to see posts of unexpected origin. I had a look at the separate feeds, but I haven't used them again. The chronological feed is more appealing.

Users don't want your vision of condensed reblogs. You'll destroy popular memes that only work in the current format, such as the speech bubble gag. You will lose users if this humor is tough or impossible. 2 better ways of rolling this out: 1. Offer it in the editor, like polls. Users will choose when threaded is better. 2. Offer a toggle on posts. This allows threads to be viewed when it makes sense.

Users like duplicate reblogs. This is social bonding, unique to Tumblr. duplicates show which mutuals share your tastes. The joke about seeing the same post shared by 5 mutuals is endearing, not derogatory.

Be more thoughtful with your ads. You have a lot of LGBT users. Why show ads from a hate organization like Chik-Fil-A ads? It's very offputting.

Don't "fix" the things you do well; improve where you're doing poorly.

Search needs work.

Users who remove their blog from search are confused when they can't use the search bar inside their blog. They turn on favorite tags which can't be used in that case. It would help to have an option to enable search only from within the blog.

Search is inconsistent. I can type a whole post from days ago, with no results. It's not clear why some posts aren't searchable.

I want duplicates in my feed, not search.

Sometimes I lose a post after an accidental refresh. An option to search blogs I follow would help.

Add search to the follower/ing lists. And if you follow someone called 1Funny1 now, it would help to know that they were NotJoking8 when you followed last year.

Fixing search might seem low impact. But it's probably the one thing that will stop users from calling the site broken. That will encourage new users to join.

We want a "mutuals" badge. You're mimicking the worst parts of social media, but we love friend lists. An indication of who's a mutual is helpful. It should increase engagement as well!

Your hate speech policy needs improvement. The bar to remove LGBT-phobic content is too high. The "mundane political speech" has deadly consequences. Allowing LGBT-phobic content if it's "not extreme" normalizes attacks on our human rights--you're influencing public policy by treating these ideas as if they're civil, despite the harm. And we deserve a place to escape the hate.

Next, there are better ways to spotlight content. You could build a tab for curation. 3 kinds: 1. Official Tumblr Curators 2. Sponsored Curators ($), and 3. User Curators. Users should be able to select which type they see at any time. This should include categories for browsing, and search. They should highlight bloggers, especially creators. This allows users to find new content organically, instead of being forced--this is a marketable feature.

For revenue: Editor+. A robust text editor that matches Google Docs, etc, with unique Tumblr enhancements, like a way to favorite gifs and emojis for faster use, and a meme generator--something that fits the most common meme formats but allows quick insertion of text and graphics. Those exist elsewhere, but integration is convenient. That means value to the user.

You should also leverage the Marketplace better. Gifting would be great for digital products. Send DoorDash gift cards, or gift an online watch party or music through Tumblr. The Marketplace is a lot more appealing if it can include useful services.

Closing thought: after a bonus at work, I was about to go ad-free. But the announced changes will be more nuisance than fun: I can't imagine staying here if you make the site unusable. These are obvious errors that will decrease your userbase, and it's surprising that you didn't immediately realize this.

[soniadamasco]

Let me offer you this poorly made meme in exchange for a vote in the Anime Trending poll:

Buddy Daddies is currently 5th! Let's spread the word and reach the top!

(credits to @iexistyoudimwit from whom I learned about this)

#LETS GO LESBIANS LETS GOOO #buddy daddies #rei suwa #kazuki kurusu #miri unasaka #bitch I'm invested in this #i want that first place and not just in Photoshop

[paintedscales]

a01 :: Family

A Soft™ Fic Prompt Meme

Wasn't sure if I wanted to focus on Nomin's past, or her future. So I found a way to combine them in a sense. Getting to explore more of her relationship with her sister, and some stuff shortly after the birth of her girls.

Dealing with a small bit of postpartum stuff. Nothing too graphic, minor blood mentions. Mostly fatigue, soreness, and itchiness mentioned and dealt with.

Word Count: 1,801

“You’re a lot less squeamish than I would have imagined,” spoke an auri woman who had been helping to wash and dispose of used, bloodied cloth. Her hair was a deep violet with some softer highlights that bordered on pink -- a complementary contrast to her emerald green skin. Like Nomin, her inky black scales were speckled with color, though hers were of an emerald green nature rather than a lapis blue.

“... I have seen my fair share of blood, Lady Bayarmaa,” Estinien respectfully replied, his tone indifferent as he cinched a burlap sack of refuse and set it off to the side for burning later. “Besides, ‘twould not be fair to Nomin nor your good self were I to leave these matters tended solely by you. It gladdens me that you and yours were able to come by on short notice, though. Ignorant as I am of the nature that comes after childbirth. By the Fury…even by the events that preceded it…”

A soft laugh fell from Bayarmaa’s lips as she cinched up her own burlap sack and set it aside. She walked toward the well pump, drawing water to wash her hands with soap. After she took care of herself, she then offered the pail and soap to Estinien. With some consideration, she replied, “even with my own child, there is much and more I’ve yet to learn or develop. I wouldn’t be where I am without the help of the other Sagahl. Nor would I be here without the aid and support of my husband, Kuzhuk.”

Bayarmaa raised her head to smile at Estinien, watching momentarily as he took to washing up. She then took in the sights of the immediate area, hands going to rest at her hips. She admired the flowers that were planted about the area, not to mention how fresh the air smelled and felt.

“You tell me that you’re gladdened by mine and my husband’s arrival, yet it is I that is gladdened to know my little sister has someone who cares for her in these moments of tiredness, ache, and restlessness.” Bayarmaa turned her relieved expression in Estinien’s direction. “Truly… I worried overmuch for her when I heard she left to travel the Steppe on her own from the Malaguld and the Sagahl that returned to us from the Jhungid. Many summers had come and gone, and often I wondered if I had lost yet another in some fashion.”

Estinien stayed silent for a time, only momentarily casting a lingering sidelong glance at Bayarmaa. She was one of his and Nomin’s daughter’s namesakes after all. Though he had not truly gotten a proper chance to meet her or speak with her at length, it seemed evident that the sisterly bond that both Nomin and Bayarmaa shared ran deep.

The barest twinge of envy tugged at him; for Estinien wondered if he and Hamignant would have shared a bond similar in that brief moment.

“Nomin spoke much of her time on the Steppe…once we had finally put our differences aside, that is…” Estinien admitted. “I think not a day went by that you and the family she made on the Steppe were not on her mind in what I remember of her back then.”

Estinien then looked back at Bayarmaa. “Though, as she told it, she said that the two of you enjoyed a reunion before your traditional Naadam. I expressed it poorly at the time, though I was glad for her to have that closure and reconnection.”

There was a moment’s consideration of whether or not Estinien wanted to bring up what he remembered of Nomin at the time. During most conversations, he would not have thought twice about it, but he kept his mouth shut for the time being, a silence blanketing the air around them. Perhaps that past would have been better left untouched for now.

Silence would have lingered between the two if the pause between both Bayarmaa and Estinien had not been cut short by a toddler running down the pathway from the cabin with a grin on his face and a laugh upon his lips. He came up and threw his body into Bayarmaa’s leg, clutching onto her with that same big grin on his face. The sight would have brought a gentle smile upon Estinien’s lips were it not for the next words out of the child’s mouth.

“Mama! Papa says that you should come back up inside! He said to come get you,” the boy of five summers had said, giggling. At the mention, Estinien looked back up toward the cabin and had been hasty about making his way back while Bayarmaa took a moment to acknowledge her son and give him some positive reinforcement before following suit. The only hope was that the situation was not serious.

Given that a child was sent to retrieve them, the hope was there.

The two were quick about making their way to the bedroom where Nomin had been resting more often than not since giving birth. It seemed that she was in between states of sleep and awake. As it was, Bayarmaa’s husband, Kuzhuk, had taken care of getting the twins changed and placed within their bassinets. When both Estinien and Bayarmaa arrived, he offered them a sheepish look.

“Apologies, I didn’t mean to have Ankhbayar alarm you both. I didn’t think it too serious,” Kuzhuk said. He glanced between both Bayarmaa and Estinien. He then addressed Estinien more directly: “Simply, Nomin has been scratching at her scales and vaguely complaining of aches in the moments she has been awake. I figured it would have been best to get my wife to take care of any discomforts.”

“Ah…well, I’m here,” Bayarmaa said, going over and grabbing the chair that had been brought into the bedroom for her to aid Nomin from the bedside if it was not too intensive. She waved a hand at Estinien briefly as her tone became a little more authoritative, “Estinien…where exactly does Nomin keep her scale oils? I’d like you to bring them to me if you would. And once you have them, you’ll help with the other side. Kuzhuk, if you would allow us privacy?”

“Of course, my Moon,” Kuzhuk replied with a shallow nod. He departed the room, playfully shooing and then chasing the young toddler that had been peeking his head in curiously to watch or eavesdrop.

Once the door had been closed, that was when Estinien had set to making his way into the bath chamber, fiddling with some of the woven boxes that contained anything that would have been related. Eventually, he returned with two bottles and a small tub of the oils that Bayarmaa requested. She wordlessly grabbed them and looked them over, reading the labels.

“Oh, thank the Dusk Mother… She actually labels things in Old Auri and Eorzean…” Bayarmaa sighed in relief, taking the larger bottle and uncapping it.

“Dusk Mother…has nothing to do with it…” Nomin tiredly replied, lifting a hand to scratch at her scales somewhat before her sister slapped her hand away. It seemed she was in a state of lucidity. For how long, however, was left for time to tell.

“Oh, quiet…” Bayarmaa said in jest, giving Nomin a slight smirk as she then grabbed the younger auri’s arm and gently started applying some of the oils around the edges of her scales and skin. She handed the bottle to Estinien and instructed him to start on the other side. All the while, she affectionately scolded her younger sister: “you have to remember not to scratch so much. It shan’t benefit you any if you’re to loosen your scales.”

A small ‘hmph’ came from Nomin as she shimmied herself to a more seated position. Both her arms at this point had been taken up by both her sister and her husband. Though part of her wished to use her arms, she could not deny how their ministrations felt soothing. Both in the fact that it alleviated her itches, and put some of her aches to rest.

“How have you been feeling? No shivers or chills since yesterday?” Bayarmaa asked, her tone going more serious as she worked the oils in.

Nomin gave a slight groan of protest, as she did not want to answer too many questions. However, she gave a sigh and sunk back into her pillows. Taking a moment, glancing at Estinien and then looking back in Bayarmaa’s direction, Nomin replied with, “... just tired and sore mostly…. I feel like even my worst battles haven’t worn me out so…. No shivers since yesterday, though.”

“I suppose that is rather telling,” Bayarmaa considered. She sighed silently in relief knowing that Nomin had not been experiencing any chills past the initial moments after delivery.

“... I’m happy, at least. Even if sometimes it might not seem like it…” Nomin said, closing her eyes and smiling to herself. She soaked in the feeling of her scales and skin being cared for, though she had enough clarity of mind in that moment to have been grateful for all that was around her.

“I’m glad to hear that.” A small smile found its way onto Bayarmaa’s face. “What has you happy?”

“I’m just happy to have my family here…” Nomin tiredly said. “Genuinely, I mean it. Would that I were more able to get up and show you, Kuzhuk, and Ankhbayar around the island without it being too stressful to my body.”

“Worry not,” Estinien spoke up. He had, likewise to Bayarmaa, moved up along Nomin’s arm to help apply and rub in more of her scale oil. “We shall have more than enough time to take care of such things at a later time. What matters most is making sure you and the girls are taken care of before any sightseeing or touring can even be considered.”

“Agreed. I’m here not just as your sister, but to also help you with everything that comes after giving birth,” Bayarmaa reassured Nomin. “Family is family, Nomin. And we’re here for you in this new chapter of your life, not to have a vacation nor venture into the area.”

The smile on Nomin’s face grew for a moment before her gaze settled on the ceiling. It faltered for a moment before she finally asked: “... do you think Esenaij would have been happy for us? From what I can remember…he would have been a shite uncle.”

Bayarmaa paused, taken aback by Nomin’s words. Her hands shook after a moment as she attempted to rein in her laughter. Though it seemed that Nomin shared in the amusement, because for as straight faced as she made her statement, it was a jest all the same.

“He would have been a shite uncle,” Bayarmaa concurred, a laugh falling from her lips.

#ffxiv #ffxiv writing #ffxiv oc #oc: nomin tal kheeriin #estinien varlineau #oc: bayarmaa sagahl #oc: kuzhuk oroq #oc: ankhbayar oroq #oc: esenaij sagahl #wolstinien #cinnamon ship #my writing #postpartum #don't be fooled by me focusing on children or childbirth #i know nothing #because unlike Nomin -- I have no intention of becoming child bearer or birther #so i'll admit to being mildly ignorant and that most of what i know comes from other mother stories instead of experience

[totaleclipse573]

May I offer you a poorly made meme in these trying times

#rose is a chili cupcake personified #like #sweet with a fiery angry side #plus pyrokinesis=spicy food #i don't make the rules here rose is a chili cupcake #sonic the hedgehog #sth #sonic fandom #sonic oc #rose the hedgehog

[katyspersonal]

Reflection letter

I feel like I am 16 and not 26 writing this, unsynchronised development be damned, but I need to get something else off my chest. This is not the "actually what happened to me was justified and deserved" post, god forbid, and sure not me "apologising" for anything post, but rather I should acknowledge the complexity of things and mix everything together. Sometimes more complex is more simple, after all.

I think the hardest pill to swallow is always that someone we are angry at the most is never all that different from us. Yeah, no, this rule almost never knows exceptions, you know I am right, stop booing me. In the end, we are not so different. We both feel personally attacked by every rustle, both act vindictive and defensive over slightest criticism, both are too passionate about "dumb autistic terminally online things" as they'd get called, both only want to hear what we want to hear and and both are waaaaay too stubborn. I've boasted about being "direct opposite", but although there are differences, in the end hatred is almost exclusively spawned by seeing one's ugly reflection in someone else.

As someone who had once made my name in this fandom by being a helpful and insightful person, I sure could have done a little calmer and friendlier by giving an advice about why a fictional character and his fans didn't deserve so much dirt. Well, I saw this blog (not katyahina main) blocked and I think something wounded my ego too much to not have a go with arrogance. In retrospective a catfight about an old man in a wheelchair would not have altered the events all that much, but I feel like nonetheless a downfall from an impressive loredigger to the "let me teach you n00bs" had its start. And never fully went down there, but arrogance took its roots and plagues me to this day, to the point of me having to put in conscious effort in being more modest and respond controversy with positive takes. Who would not like a role of a "hero" defending the fandom from "bullies"? It is easier than offer a peace or prompt some positivity, isn't it? Later I've learned that prompting discussion based on positive emotions, even if via anonymous, was more effective, even if it was late and no one will ever know which ones were me all along.

Again, unlike in some poorly written TV shows, that sure was not the dealbreaker. I hope. Knowing that person, the day of confronting me about the blogs I was reblogging from was sure to come. And knowing me, there would be only so many outcomes. I've admitted in some tearful, over-the-top moments that'd stay private on having been blinded by love and having something akin of "misplaced compassion". Well, not really. My point still stands that it would never accomplish anything to simply exclude and bully a person that was already full of negativity and pain. I've reacted very angrily and defensive... as though I was told to stop being friends with him instead of just not reblogging from him? Again, my point never changed even after over one year; anyone is free to interact with whoever they want online, and I was merely reblogging art and memes from him. Anyone was free to not interact with him. "Platforming" is simply not a thing; if people go to his blog and not agree with what they see they leave if not block altogether, if they agree then the pieces fell on their truthful places, simple as that, and I don't see myself changing my stance on this. But now that I think of it, if I could've shown so much compassion and open mind on the humanities and political matters, then what stopped me from showing compassion to someone else about fandomry stuff?

Misplaced compassion. Or rather, underplaced, because it is not supposed to be a finite resource that you should choose who to give instead of just showing it whenever there is a room. I am still caught in a weird situation altogether as a person looking to finalise my opinions all while avoiding stagnation at all costs. It is number one reason why I follow drastically "different" blogs, even those that may post things that hurt me. In the end, I cannot tell him about a trans headcanon I like, but at the same time I cannot tell 'the different side' about a trans headcanon I DISlike. The only ones I can be open with about absolutely every, and I mean EVERY side of myself as a person unapologetically are very very few friends. And the fucked up thing, the MOST fucked up thing is that it was this whole mess that made us SO close. However, even to this day I am worried that I am riding off the distorted impression, as the smartest, the best person that can do no wrong in their eyes.. But I guess not, because they've seen me at my most cringe and fail moment and still found it in themselves to give me a second chance. So, sure there was something worthy about me all along that is not "idealisation" of me that I've unknowingly cultivated.

All in all, the situation was sealed when they've made their post. Fear or my overreacting or anything, but I will never think it was justified to distort me and put words in my mouth and fake narrative altogether to paint me as harmful, dangerous monster. It was being sniper shot like that without any attempt to prevent the situation or to make amends or to defend myself on fair terms that turned me permanently hostile. I mean... I will be real, if I was confronted face-to-face, without anon, on honest terms and allowed to decide whether I "think again" or get slandered forever, I'd still insist on my right to interact with whoever I want, yeah. xD More than anything, it was not being given a chance that really messed with my head. But I was forever hostile since then, because damaged bonds were impossible to restore, because my angry and hurt reaction served as "evidence" against me (somehow...), and because further level-headed retorts from me and my friend were not to be heard by anyone already effected. Honestly? Past that point it was useless to try and reason with me. It still is, probably.

The thing is, there is no way to heal this grudge or to move past, because no matter where I'd go or what I'd do - they were still right here, always always always always sending that darn post to anyone spotted interacting with me, and even repeatedly pestering mutuals that didn't block with things like 'lol you reblogged from a transphobe' or 'don't call yourself an ally if you interact with someone who hates us'. There is just no way to forgive and forget and not mind when it'd keep occurring all the time after one month, three months, six months, year, OVER a year, and it will forever continue, and there is no end to it. Someone deciding what I believe and feel FOR me, conveniently ignoring my explanations and reason, making that bullcrap the only thing that ever mattered about me and ever was me, and intending to never leave it behind.

I do not think our actions are proportionate in any way, and in the end that sort of people always misses the point of who actually was harmed. No, that person is a huge bitch for that one, just like people who support their crusade and join to do their own. But today I started to question whether at least a little bit, the circle has locked here. On me. Am I not also a petty person full of grudge, anger and hatred that defines someone else only by what they did wrong and nothing else, and allows this image to persist forever and never fade? No, I still stand by the fact that I did nothing wrong besides reacting too negatively sometimes, but in the eyes of that person and their fans I did VERY wrong. In the eyes of that person, perspective is relevant, I've fucked up big time and thus, even year later this is the one and ONLY thing about my life and personality that mattered, matters and will ever matter. But in the end, am I not also the one who defines them only by being petty about some fictional things and talking shit?

This is just a situation without a logical escape as it's gone too far, dealt collateral damage to even good and kind people, and I sure know that even if I seal my lips forever about this situation and never speak their name again and just go:

,even then nothing will stop. I just... can tell that they'll continue spreading bad lies about me, and now with their friend who thinks it is fun to be ableist and circulate someone's bad moments as their """true face""" forever. I already explained specifics of this one in my rant in the face; I still stand on my commentaries about how cultish that is, I still will never buy gaslighting about how encouraging cutting someone out is "warning" and how TikTok generation believes normal (albeit often ugly and negative) behaviour to be something monstrous and dangerous and sick as soon as it is from a person they dislike. I just can tell when there is only one person willing to put the weapon down - it is better if they do not, because it becomes not good will but leaving oneself vulnerable. It just seems like the situation is unchanging for as long as this fandom is active.

It is too hard and too late to say who is the "truly" guilty one, who started it, and it might as well not matter. The more I think of it, the more it feels like fate, ever since I loved him, and my love is absolutely blind and unhinged. I even see some of my states as monsters in my dreams. Like how sense of despair and danger is a scary scaly monster lurking in the sea waters... And love is always a large roaming monster with no eyes, seeking tender pink flowers to deliver to their target when it doesn't know its surroundings. Literal blindness of love. Yet I just don't have regrets, I was in the right, mostly. A lot of things needed to be said - about people, about cancel culture. A lot of mistreatment was done towards me, and staying silent was not an option. So, it is not an apology and not autoagressive 'well I brought it on myselffff...'.

But in the end? The thing people hate the most is always their own ugly reflection.

Or maybe it is a process. You know, how people that start hunting beasts simply become beasts themselves. Good to know that in the end none of us learned enough from this game. I am tired of hearing how admitting faults is a sign of being a coward before the mob, but I am even more tired of hearing what I "should" do, what I "should" say for the said mob to grant me my human being rights back. Only to proceed monitoring me and declare me "still evil" if I slip walking on that tightrope. I've seen it happening too often to fall for it. But it is a different kind of 'nobody is perfect'. I fucked up but not in what I stood for or who I shamelessly carried around as my friend (like friends SHOULD do!). But rather, in not having seen sooner.

And, again, none of this shit is a very 26 years old thing to say. It feels like a thing a teenager that barely started to comprehend complexity of society and human bonds and emotions writes. I've always had a very fragmented personality, having to work on developing one piece of it while others would stay on the same spot, like having to play a game of one character as a whole group of RPG squad. I feel more little and young than I have in a while from all this. I think the only one I actually owe apology to is myself, because I think I still have lost something important, when I chose violence instead of civil talk about Gehrman on that blasted March day. I can find that, but sure not wasted time and not wasted energy. Some people just cannot be reasoned with, and simply ignoring being harassed is not the answer either, but nothing is worth losing myself. Nothing is worth losing my own reflection. It is time to throw everything together, until there is no right and wrong or good or bad; only attack and defence.

(This is the part where I should say that no one was 100% in the right, but some people were in the right and perfect - my friends.)

#personal #fandomry rambles

[fourfour4]

Little Miss Hot Button

 You all must be familiar with ‘Little Miss’ meme trend. Yeah too late to the party, I know. But I’m not going to talk about Little Miss, because we have our own version. It’s someone who doesn’t hold herself accountable nor conduct business accurately, lies and omits facts, uses dirty tactics, and claims authority in her field. 

This white boomer is from Florida of all places, and this explains the ignorance, bigotry, cultural appropriation, lying and misconduct. Hello, Magnolia.

From now on I’ll call her Little Miss Hot Button. As a white woman who lives off of ripping off other people’s cultures, heritages, and methods, the title fits her perfectly. Click here to read why I gave her the title Little Miss Hot Button:

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/fourfour4/691607799546904576?source=share

Now I wish I had made pictures but I cannot find an online generator. So imagine these titles on the Little Miss memes:

Little Miss Hot Button: 

I use culture appropriation to make money

I deny misconduct in the forum 

I look over bigotry & favoritism

I disregard people’s experiences 

I simply lie

It’s ok to lie when you’re exposed

I don’t like being called out and held responsible 

I don’t deliver what I promised 

CH forum is not the shop/business *wink*

I can’t handle criticism 

I poke holes at negative reviews teehee

I’m petty but I’m Mother Teresa of Spirit Keeping

I can do what I want & people will have to put up with it

I think years ago, CH could get away with a lot of things because there were not many options. If you read old posts on the forum and a few other scattered places online, and see how things were in the spirit keeping world, you'd be surprised. Options were limited, scams were rampant, there’s uncertainty, there’s scarcity, people were skeptic, so it made sense to only trust a few, and these few were allowed a leeway to make mistakes and get away with it, such as CH. So it became a habit to not really be held accountable if services were done poorly. They expect people to not only be fine with it but to also not complain and if they do, Mag and sometimes here goons are ready to jump in. Read the old reviews of CH, you will see it done repeatedly. They cannot believe anyone would criticize CH.  

Over the years things have definitely changed. People now are more knowledgeable, they actually can read about spirit keeping from different resources (not just what CH says), there are many reputable sellers with top notch offers and great customer service, many platforms for discussions, not having to depend on one resource, and being able to freely criticize and share resources (not regurgitated forum threads with the same agendas over and over. EDIT: For more on this, read this new post :https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/fourfour4/693600556986613760?source=share). 

This means CH can no longer be the beacon of Spirit Keeping and their business will be discussed and exposed. But CH/Mag clutch their pearls every time  someone talks negatively about CH. How could they? We are the best, we’ve been here the longest, our forum is a safe haven. They just can’t wrap their heads around the fact that it’s not 2008 anymore and people will say and do whatever they want. Everything changes and everyone adapts except for the CH mindset. It’s like peeking in high school and living your life off of this memory. 

Typical boomer behavior (if not boomer then it is older GenX): “we will not change and we expect everything to be the same and expect everyone to put up with our mistakes and misconduct, kids these days are soft and will complain about everything, don’t you dare criticize us, if you do, we will lie to save our self and it’s justified because people need us in the meta/para/spirit keeping  world, things should remain the same.”

They do have goons too. They sometimes respond to reviews with their brainless defense. If you ask how could they gain a following (aside from being a somewhat mini cult) you can have a look at how awful some politicians are yet they have a massive following. I don’t have to write names, you already have tons of examples of politicians.

When you are used to not being held responsible, you’ll not care to be decent and deliver what you’ve promised, you’ll believe you can get your way always and get upset when being called out. This is how CH is. Mag is so surprised I exposed her poor services to the point of lying. She thought she could get away with explicitly saying she didn’t deliver the write ups, it’s okay in her books not do so. She closed the reviews and haven’t reached out either.  It’s 2022, Little Miss Hot Button, people have changed and new generations have emerged. How you handle your business years ago will not work now. 

Get off your high Pegasus. 

#creepy hollows #creepyhollows #Spirits #spirit keeping #SPIRIT COMPANION #spirit companionship

[apalestar]

Minthara here, with a different sort of touch for the meme. // Minthara is still dedicated to the notion that they should have strung the corpses up that had dared come in the name of Cazador; siblings or not it was not the first soroicide or even fratricide that she had seen and even celebrated. It was a message that needed to be conveyed, that Astarion was not to be trifled with, that he was under THEIR protection. No, she would ensure he would never see that neglect again. The Drow approaches him, hands clasped behind her back, as she looks him over and then addresses him formally with the turn of a red gaze forward. “Astarion.” She starts, “I am not one for pretty words or comforting sentiments; I do not believe strength is garnered from flattery or self given pity. However you have suffered, and suffered greatly.. And, however warranted you are of your pain, know it does not define you.” A curt nod, and a hum in her throat to confirm her sentiment. “You are safe with us.” And then she almost turns away in her heel but freezes. Somehow .. That did not feel sufficient.

Thus there is the awkward lift of her hand and the reach out to him - where she clasps a hand on his shoulder to give a reassuring squeeze. Nodding quietly before releasing him. “Right. Carry on.”

And thus Minthara returns to her own tent.

@spiderwarden -> touching meme done different

The sheer gale displayed by his once siblings to suss out their camp and conduct a poorly planned assault in the dead of night. Cazador was becoming increasingly desperate for him. Commands went unheeded. Of which Astarion harbored little doubt were being cast. His wiggly friend prevented his induction to that bastard’s control.

He can’t find it within himself to fully dawn the abrasive facade he wore so well. The safety he craved like a drug shattered in the span of a night. But he was still here. Whole to an extent. What more could a vampire ask for? Even as shaken as he was to the core. Yet another thing his master stole from him: that relative peace and illusion of freedom this excursion granted. The most precious of gifts taken.

How could trance grip him in its loving embrace so easily now? The threat loomed menacingly. Just beyond the borders of camp. The blood of his siblings scattered on the ground. Pitiful, little things like he had once been. Perhaps, he still was.

Her approach heard before she was seen. So caught in his thoughts he may have well vanished within them. Taken up the meager solace of distancing himself from reality. But he listened in an uncharacteristic silence. Scarlet eyes fixated as Minthara spoke. Not a woman to mince her words. Her directness something to be admired.

His pain did not define him. He wanted to believe that. He desperately, desperately wanted to. For it to be carved out of him with a knife and replaced. With the power on offer from the ritual? Maybe. But it felt so woven in the fabric of his being, it made finding Astarion, the real Astarion, so dreadfully difficult. He wanted to be more than a thing used. This caricature of a long, dead elf. At least someone believe it to be true. That he was more than what Cazador inflicted upon him.

He was somehow safe. Seen.

He nearly drew back into himself at the tentative reach of her hand, but made himself still. He accepted it with a half-hearted barely there upward curl of his lips. “When this is all through. When he’s dead— you will help me string his corpse up, won’t you?” Or impale him like a trophy on display. Wouldn’t that be poetic?

#spiderwarden #verse: act iii #ask: penning the rogue #// angst train continues #long post

[goron-king-darunia]

If you're curious, the answer is that external vibrations CAN help, but you have 30 ft of alimentary canal, and ideally different parts should be doing different things at different times, and the vorebrater allows you to use travelling local internal stimulation in a way that's similar to how food is meant to be mechanically stimulating your intestinal motilty. :)

Genuinely thank you. I do try NOT to be that kind of person, but I do get very frustrated at the vagueness with which news articles/channels address new tech and, say, highlight that it's "oooh drug free!" rather than, you know, put the new functionality and benefits offered front and center.

Another friend on discord also explained that the internal targeted stimulation is more effective and that was already better than what I was getting out of the article. I also saw that you made an updated post with more information that I intend to read through.

I am just a creacher and confusion/bafflement makes the smol goblin in my brain angy. Thank you for clarifying. I did get a little knee-jerky and came off snippy, but this new info is actually very interesting to consider.

Probably not gonna add the vorebrater to my gut health regiment any time soon if I can help it, because I'm the sort that benefits well from the existing solutions of fiber/stool softeners, but being better able to understand what the vorebrater does beyond the article is going to help loads in fostering compassion for all the people with invisible gut health problems that this could potentially help.

Gotta love the time-honored tradition of USAmerican drug and medical adjacent ads by poorly describing what the product is and does and who it's intended to help and instead running a billion ads on how "normal" you will be if you use it and churning out article after article about how this new thing is better because it's 'high tech' and 'drug free' and 'works with your phone!' like I'm supposed to be impressed and delighted about needing an app on my phone to use the vorevibe to pester my insides into working correctly.

Thank you for reaching out and adding more info. I'm sorry if I took the haha meme intent of the post too seriously. You're not expected to educate my dopey ass, but it sure does help.

I now feel a bit better about the vorebrater, though I do still share concerns about the medwaste/e-waste issue that has to come with disposing of the tiny machine intended to be used 5 days a week in one of the most bacteria-ridden parts of the body and deposited in the dirtiest place in the house. Presuming that nothing can go wrong with the battery that is presumably in the capsule to supply it with the power to vibrate, nothing lasts forever and even if this treatment works, as you say, after 30 or so capsules and, say, only 0.1% of people need them... That's still 240,000,000 tiny battery capsules gyrating around in the sewage system that hasn't been updated in hundreds of years to accommodate anything other than waste and specifically designed paper. We get enough fatbergs from people flushing wipes that the package PROMISES are flushable when we all know they aren't and draining grease down the sink. I'm not keen on a whole secondary problem of hundreds of millions of tiny machines. But I'm ALSO not keen on trusting people to follow a retrieval process even if that is the intended disposal method. I've had to change bedpans and I can guarantee you that you're not going to get anyone for whom bathroom time is already an unpleasantry to go through the process of fishing out the tiny machine they're using as a last ditch treatment when others don't work on the chronic problem they are having with their gut health.

Still, even if this does only end up helping 0.1% of the population... that's still millions of humans. So I won't begrudge medical invention just because it seems a little ridiculous (less so after even only this much explanation.) Same reason I won't begrudge plastic straws. Some humans need them. But I really want to know if the people that invented these things considered the logistics of widespread usage and long-term effects because, uh, looking at how the power grid is run (still not over the CA wildfires because the power monopoly refused to take care of their infrastructure) and gasoline emissions and so much planned obsolescence adding more and more to landfills... I am not optimistic.

If people need the vorebrater, then they need the vorebrater. But I am still with you on wanting these people to think, like, 2 steps ahead on the usage and particularly the disposal process. Hell, it took years for pharmacies near me to start taking sharps disposals. My parents used to have to drive 3 cities over to dispose of medical waste from my mom's diabetes. I'm having concerns still but at least what little info you could pack into just this ask has helped a lot. Hopefully your updated post answers more.

Again, TL;DR, genuinely thanks for the info. I am just a confused little bean with very limited attention so having other humans synthesize the important info for me helps me immensely and I deeply appreciate the effort of explaining the vorebrater to me so it seems less stupid and superfluous.

I still think a better longterm solution would be to make food in the USA not suck and make the healthier options affordable, but then again, they just used the excuse of bird flu to jack up the price of eggs 3 billion percent and call that "inflation", so waiting for the FDA to crack down on companies that drain all nutrition from their food is, uh, probably not going to happen anytime soon and even if it did, the vorebrater is still probably a more accessible solution for the time being. Which sucks. But getting the 5 megacorps in charge of feeding humans suddenly care about public health and stop caring about selling a more addictive snack cake so they can sell $5 worth of coked out sugar for $15 to people who have no choice or physically cannot stop is, uh... definitely going to be a lot harder than handing people who need help now a tiny robot that will jiggle your insides into behaving again. Anyway. Sorry for the yammer. Thank you for the info synthesis.

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