#this is a disaster

[duckprintspress]

Urgent: Help Us Not Get Screwed

Anyone who follows us has seen us screaming from the hill-tops about our current crowdfunding campaign for Aether Beyond the Binary (17 aetherpunk stories! Outside the gender binary main characters!). We've only got 50 hours left...and we just got screwed.

Our Anthology Kickstarter is being scammed.

About two hours ago, with us still roughly $1,500 from our goal, we got a junk pledge for almost $2,000. This pushed us into being marked as "funded" but there is zero chance it's a real pledge, it's from a shell account marked as being in Turkey. This kind of money doesn't just fall like a miracle into the laps of small business like ours.

The timing on this attack is devastating. The final 48 hours of a campaign are absolutely critical, especially for one as close to meeting our goal as we are. We were very likely to hit our target, but doing so was going to require appeals to y'all that started with "hey, we're so close, please help spread the word." Further, the campaign has hundreds of followers who will get a notification at the 48 hour mark, and many who might have backed to help get us to the finish line will now think "oh, they're there, they don't need me," and not back. Meanwhile, one of two things will happen with the spam pledge: either it will get removed by Kickstarter, which could take hours or a day+, totally nuking us during this crucial window, or it won't get removed until the payment bounces post-campaign, at which point we won't actually have enough money to do fulfillment.

Either way, we are fucked.

Please, please don't let these dipshits ruin the love and passion that 30+ people have poured into this project for over a year.

Our campaign IS NOT FUNDED, and it won't be without help. I'm begging, help spread the word about how we're getting screwed, and help spread the word about Aether Beyond the Binary (visit the link for so much info!) so that we can get enough real pledges to fund this project we've poured our hearts and souls into.

SUPPORT THE QUEER ANTHOLOGY KICKSTARTER FOR AETHER BEYOND THE BINARY (with your pledges or with signal boosts!)

#unforth rambles #like seriously guys i feel sick #this is a disaster #and the absolute earliest KS can do anything about it is in another 2 hours when their offices open #but it will probably take longer #someone else i know running a campaign right now it took 24 plus hours to get rid of an $8k spam pledge on their campaign #we WILL NOT FUND if it takes that long #in my submission to KS support I've begged them to give us another day #but even that's only a stop-gap because we've been advertising as ending tomorrow #there's no fixing this #i'm so upset i'm nauseous

[my-current-hyperfixation]

WATCHER IS TRENDING #2 RIGHT NOW

#this is a disaster #omg #they are never going to recover from this #watcher

[therabbitthatpostthings]

My knowledge of Vtubers starts and stops with Kizuna Ai. The only reason I know of most big VTubers is because I genuinely am fascinated in the way model rigging works and because two singers I followed YEARS ago are now Vtubers (AmaLee and Bao The Whale)

With that being said, watching Nijisanji make the biggest PR mistake of their life over the past week has been the funniest shit ever. Like GODDAMN. I have learned more about the financial instability of this one company in three days than I ever have since the dawn of Vtubers. I have never been interested Vtubers before (aside from the two mentioned above cause I watched them when I was like 14), this situation alone has made me want to consume so much VTuber material.

Anyway good luck and great wishes on Doki's come back to the internet.

#shitpost #shitposting #vtubers #dokibird #nijisanji #kurosanji #calling it kurosanji is such a power move lmao #AND THE YOU DON'T EVEN TELL HER YOU ARE FIRING HER AND SHE FINDS OUT VIA TWEET #SCUMBAG BEHAVIOR #this isn't even a PR nightmare #this is a disaster #and another one of their talents is graduating soon??? #I only knew vaguely of Mysta thru Shoto but goddamn #so many old talents are lightly and legally as possible shading the fuck out of kurosanji #also while I say this is entertaining don't forget this neglectful company put Doki's life at risk #and continued to double down knowing the condition she was in #this is so shitty to treat your clients like that #we need to wake up and realise no matter what the industry is higher up CANNOT and SHOULD NOT get away with treating their staff like this #Doki is human #All Vtubers are humans and deserve to be treated as such

[sunnytyun]

"La la la la, ok ok ok ok."

See You Again —Tyler The Creator, Kali Uchis

Taehyun X fem! reader

Warnings: tooth rotting stuff, cuss words, dirty jokes

Genre: fluff

"Hyunnie!" You whined, making Taehyun's head perk up suddenly. With a hum, he asked you to continue. "Are you listening?" You whined again. Taehyun gave another hum, his eyes closed again as he nodded.

You, oblivious as always, took this as a sign that Taehyun was taking interest in your rubbish talks. "Good. So, as I was saying..." You continued with your talk, sitting up comfortably so you could get in more feel of the conversation. A conversation with yourself, apparently, because the light sound of snores made you shut up.

"Taehyun?" You raised a brow, waving a hand in front of his face. "You alive?" When no response came, you sighed to yourself, getting up from the bed and walking out of your boyfriend's room.

"Hey, what's up?" Yeonjun spoke as you walk into the kitchen. "Did you bore Taehyun to death?"

You frowned at his comment, snatching the strawberry milk out of his hand. "I did not bore him. He was just really sleepy and well... he fell asleep."

"Same thing." He winked at you, making you want to punch him in the face. This was the thirty-fifth time Yeonjun had made a joke about you boring Taehyun by how much you talk— you knew, you had been counting. You huffed and dipped a straw into the stolen milk, drinking it out of annoyance.

So this is what your relationship with Taehyun was like. People— mostly Yeonjun— always talked and joked about how your duo dynamic resembled Phineas and Ferb. Maybe because of how you, like Phineas, were always over-excited over small things, talking about everything that you ever knew, and getting mischievous ideas throughout the day, whereas Taehyun, like Ferb, always nodded and listened to your rubbish, up for whatever your idea was of getting in trouble.

You had first met Taehyun at a bus stop. You remembered it all like it was just yesterday, but in reality, it was more than a year ago. It was raining quite heavily that morning and you were completely drenched by the time you could reach the closest shelter, which was the bus stop.

"Fucking hell." You whined to yourself, feeling your soaked uniform. Your shirt was sticking to your skin, making it feel uncomfortable on your skin. You tried to get the wet fabric away from your dripping skin but to no avail. Luckily, there was no one else there who could see you in such a loser state.

Or maybe there was.

"You shouldn't walk around like that." The boyish voice that came from out of the blue scared the crap out of you and you let out a surprised shriek, turning to look at who it was. And there you saw him for the first time. He was sitting on one of the chairs at the stop, his black hair glazing with small droplets of rain and his big boba eyes looking you up and down almost in a judging manner.

"Since when were you here?" You raised a brow at him, obviously still shocked how someone could just appear out of thin air.

"I was here when you came." He finally looked away from you, his eyes looking nothing but bored. You were surprised by his response. Were you really that blind not to see him? Or was he so calm that you couldn't even acknowledge his presence in the first place? If it was the second possibility then, was he cosplaying Drax from Guardians Of The Galaxy?

You only nodded your head despite the endless foolish thoughts running in your head, slowly and carefully taking a seat beside him. He was sitting too quietly, no wonder you didn't realise his presence until he spoke. You stole glances at him every five seconds, which made him rather annoyed and he turned to look at you with an uninterested expression.

"What?" He said, and you quickly shook your head.

"Nothing."

"Something."

"Nothing really."

"Just say it."

"You're weird." You finally said, making him raise a brow at you. "Really. I can't help but think that. Do you usually just blend in with mother nature so nobody ever sees you?" You suddenly gasped mid-sentence as another thought entered your naturally high brain, "By any chance... are you a ghost? And only I can see you because I'm the chosen one. You know, I really had this gut feeling that I'm main character material, guess I was right. Anyways, I'm Y/N, what about you?"

Taking in all this information, Taehyun could only stare at you like you were on drugs. That was until he let out a small bewildered chuckle, turning his gaze from you to look forward at the wet rainy road. "What an irony." He muttered under his breath, making you squint his eyes at him, trying to make out what he was saying. "She's the one who's weird and she's calling me that."

"I heard that. But it's okay, people usually call me weird, I'm used to it by now." You said. "So you aren't actually a ghost?" You poked his shoulder to test if you could actually touch him, only to sigh disappointedly because you apparently could touch him and you weren't the main character. "That's disappointing."

"You don't have an umbrella?" He asked and you rolled your eyes.

"If I did, I wouldn't be soaked."

"Hmm."

Another moment of silence.

"Which school are you from?" You asked him, and he turned to look at you. He furrowed his brows at you, trying to figure out if you were just fucking with him or if you actually didn't know. You raised a brow, as to why he was basically glaring at you rather than just answering the question. Had you asked something wrong again? Was it inappropriate in any way?

"You really should be more aware of your surroundings." He scoffed, making you even more confused.

"Why?"

"We go to the same school."

A gasp left you and you slapped a palm over your mouth. "Really? Are you in my class?"

He shook his head. "I'm a senior."

You made an 'o' with your mouth in realization. "But even if you were in my class, I wouldn't have known about you, because you seem too quiet. Plus, you're right, I'm never really aware of my surroundings. I just like to be with my two friends, that's all. Anyways, how do you know me?"

He gave you a slight smirk. "Your activities are famous in the whole school, especially when you broke that guy's nose."

"Right." You chuckled, remembering your own antics. You had punched a guy's nose, but that was only because he was constantly harassing your friend by stalking her and flirting with her. You had to punch him, the only mistake was that you punched him in the cafeteria infront of the whole school. You couldn't help it, your anger got the better of you. You had to face a week's worth of detention for that. "That guy was an asshole though. I don't regret hitting him."

This went on for a few more minutes, with you talking about things that had nothing to do with him and him listening. You were impressed that he was such a good listener— nodding and humming after each sentence and indicating that he was listening. This was a first for you, because everyone else who ever talked to you always called you out for talking too much or getting too loud and excited mid-conversation. But he didn't. He only listened.

The rubbish spurting out of your mouth revoked when you realised that the rain had stopped. "I should go now, but I'll definitely catch up with you at school." You smiled at him, standing up and starting to walk away.

"Wait." The calm voice of interruption made you stop in your tracks and turn to him again. You watched as he stood up and walked towards you. He sighed once he reached you, starting to zip off his hoodie.

"What are you—?"

"Wear this." He said, offering his hoodie to you. His gaze dropped down to your chest as if to indicate something. You quickly looked down at your chest, gasping in surprise when you saw that your bra was completely visible because of your soaked white shirt. You didn't even say anything before snatching his hoodie out of his hands and draping it over your frame. It was too baggy on you, but you couldn't think about that in the moment.

"Why did you give this to me now?!" You screeched, your cheeks burning red from embarrassment.

"Because I already saw it." He scoffed, making your eyes bulge out of their sockets. You had just met him, and he was already flirting with you? He didn't give you time to reply before he spoke again. "You should go now."

"Wait- what's your name?" You asked as he was turning away. He turned to look at you once.

"Kang Taehyun."

After that, you didn't know if it was fate, but the both of you kept meeting each other— accidentally or on purpose, it didn't matter. First, it was to return his hoodie, then running into each other at school, then exchanging numbers, then texting each other on a daily basis, then giving him flowers at his graduation, then him kissing you for the first time just to shut you up, and then starting to date him. Like a perfect fairytale.

Despite people telling you that both of you don't sit right— because you were a hyperactive girl, and Taehyun was a calm person. They were so sure that someday Taehyun would burst and tell you to just shut the fuck up and stop acting like a child. But Taehyun was a man of patience, he would never be mad at you for being overactive, infact, he actually encouraged you to be like this. He once even said that if he had a found a girl like himself, the relationship would've been too boring, and he loved you because you completed him. And it was true indeed, because no one could've handled a girl like you, and no one would've understood Taehyun like you do.

"Taehyunnieeee!" You called out from his dorm room, sliding inside while he was watching television. Taehyun was immediately brought back to reality by your usual enthusiastic shriek as you ran and stood infront of the tv. Your excited grin made a smile automatically arise on his face and he placed the remote down, turning his entire attention towards you. "You wouldn't believe what happened today!"

"What happened?" He asked, resting his elbow on the backrest of the couch.

"You remember my friends who liked each other but were too shy to confess?" A hum came from Taehyun. "Well... I set them up!" You shrieked, your hands joining in excitement and anticipation of how he would react. The most he could do is smile and nod, but that was pretty much all you wanted from him.

Taehyun let out a small bewildered chuckle. "Really?" He asked, even though he wasn't much surprised because of the information, but he was afraid that you would be sad if he didn't show any excitement. "That's really cool."

"I know, right?" You jumped up, climbing over the wooden table to fall right into his lap. You tried to straddle him, and he balanced you just fine by holding your waist. You loved how much you could trust him emotionally and physically. You could fall from a cliff and he'd still somehow catch you, he was just strong like that. Like your own personal Superman. "I locked them in the janitor's closet."

Taehyun frowned. "Babe, that's not right."

You pouted.

"But it got them together, so it was a win." He smiled again, afraid of having you all sad and weary because he disagreed with you.

The grin returned to your face. "I know, right?! You know for how long they've been pining over each other, they're always talking about how "he's so cute" "she's so cute", they basically chewed my ears off." You sighed.

"As if anyone could chew your ears off."

"What'd you say?"

"You did a great job, babe."

You scrunched your nose as you smiled, placing a kiss on your boyfriend's nose out of love. "I'm officially a matchmaker now." You said and started to show off your non-existent muscly biceps, as if the words and the gesture even went along.

"I have more." He said, flexing his biceps.

"Not more than these babies." You smacked your skinny biceps, as if they belonged to a whole bodybuilder. Taehyun laughed at that lightly, pecking your lips.

"Oh, you guys are so cute— get a fucking room." You both turned your attention to an annoyed Beomgyu, who was scrunching his face in distaste as he looked at you both being all lovey-dovey. "And not a room in this dorm, you guys are too loud when you're fucking."

"You'll know when you get a girlfriend." You stood up from your position to run towards Beomgyu. Taehyun laughed when you landed a smack to the older male's head, nagging at him for being too dramatic.

"My girlfriend won't be that loud."

"Yeah, 'cause you won't fuck her good." Yeonjun spoke, coming out of his room, already laughing at the fed up expression on Beomgyu's face. You cackled at that loudly, reaching forward to high-five Yeonjun.

"Okay, enough now." A smiling Taehyun stopped the both of you from bullying Beomgyu anymore, stepping forward into the kitchen. "Babe, I'm making ramyeon, you want some?"

"Of course I do." You said, hugging him from behind and wrapping your arms around his built torso.

"Hyung, me too." Beomgyu said, hugging Taehyun from behind you and resting his chin on Taehyun's shoulder, completely ignoring the fact that Taehyun was literally younger than him.

"Hyung, me too." Yeonjun also said, hugging him and resting his chin on his other shoulder. Taehyun sighed, the three of us feeling his shoulders fall.

"You guys are crushing me." You croaked out, but they all ignored you altogether.

"I want some ramyeon too!" Another calm sound came from inside the room, which undoubtedly belonged to Soobin.

"Me too!" Huening Kai.

Taehyun tried to look like he was hating it, being the dad of this friend group which apparently included five grown up kids. But in reality, he loved all of them equally, especially you. He didn't even want to think about how boring his life would've been if the five of you weren't there to chew his ears off and cling onto him as if he were a pole. He didn't hate it. Infact, he loved it.

He loved every moment of it.

Taehyun was cooped up in his room, moving his blue hair out of his face and setting the glasses just right over his nose. His eyes focused on the laptop infront of him as he typed away onto it. A pout was formed on his lips in concentration while he worked on his assignment. The assignment wasn't due until next week, but he was still adamant on completing it tonight. No one could stop him from finishing the assignment today.

"Babe!" He heard you knock on his door.

Okay, maybe you could stop him.

"Come in." He said, his eyes still focused on his laptop. He only looked up at you for a microsecond as you barged in through the door. "Why are you here on a school night?"

You sighed, crashing on his bed beside him. "I'm a senior now, I can skip school if I want to."

"Oh, seems like you're all grown up." Taehyun chuckled, concentrating on his work. Being in a relationship with you sure had some perks, because he had learnt how to multitask. He could now very professionally manage to concentrate on both his work and your constant chatter. "But still, you shouldn't skip school. It's not good."

"Okay, daddy." You had said it in an innocent, non-dirty way, only joking about how he was talking as if he were your father. But when your boyfriend stopped his typing and gave you a teasing look from the side, you immediately regretted your words. You smacked him harshly, but Taehyun didn't even budge. "I didn't mean it like that!" You whined.

Taehyun laughed, his boba eyes crinkling under the glasses. "Cute." He muttered under his breath, turning to his work again. You huffed at the nonchalant behaviour, sitting infront of him.

"Who are you to say I'm cute?" You said sarcastically, flicking his forehead.

"Cute." He didn't look up from his work, scoffing and shaking his head. Although, he did let out a sound of protest when you picked his laptop up from his lap, placing it on the bedside table. "What are you doing?" He sighed. You didn't reply, instead you just climbed up onto his lap, straddling him and placing your arms around his neck.

"I'm here to distract you, so be distracted." You said, tugging lightly at the small hair on the back of his neck. You knew very well that what you were doing was wrong, but you couldn't help it, you were just an attention seeker like that. Just for him, though. You only ever fought for his and only his attention, you couldn't give less of a fuck about other people ignoring you.

"You know well enough I can focus on both things—"

"No. Just me." You pouted, making him let out a breathy chuckle. "Just focus on me. Forget the assignment, I'll do it for you later." You said as you cupped his cheeks, making him look straight at you.

"Fine. How'd your day go?" He sighed, a dreamy smile on his face while he stroked your hair, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. He knew he couldn't argue against you, you would get your way somehow. It's not like he had never tried to argue with you over something, but you just have that power that could make any argument in your favor. You were basically a professional at running your mouth.

"Glad that you asked." You grinned lopsidedly. "I actually beat up a guy today." Taehyun raised a brow at your response in slight surprise. He could never get used to the way you could say literally anything in such an unhinged manner.

"What? I thought I told you not to beat anyone up."

"I tried to resist, I really did." You pinched the skin of your neck, to show him that you were telling the truth. "But he really got on my nerves. He was bullying someone and I had to step in because no one else was."

"Why was no one stepping up?"

"Because they were scared."

"And you weren't?"

You shook your head, scrunching your nose. "Of course not, these jerks were made to be beaten up by me. You see, he was harassing a new girl, he was constantly asking her to do his homework for her. You hear this, Taehyun? Average middle school bullying. So I just stepped in like a hero, and I said,"Stop bullying her!" and he laughed right at my face and said, "Step away, little girl.". That made me even more furious, and I just landed a perfect punch right on his ugly big-ass nose. He then tried to get away, but I—"

A sound of surprise left you and your eyes widened when Taehyun pulled you in by the back of your neck and crashed his lips on yours, all while you were still talking. You finally moved your lips against his after a while, closing your eyes and feeling him suck the breath out of you. You felt his glasses touch your nose as your hands wandered to his shoulders and you fisted his t-shirt in your grasp.

He pulled away after a few minutes of pleasurable torture, only to take his glasses off to kiss you better. He pulled you in again, not giving you permission to breathe properly yet. "Ty- Tyunnie." You whispered between kisses, trying to get him to stop and tell you whatever the fuck that was for.

"Shut up." was the only thing he whispered back, flipping your bodies over so you were laying on your back and he was hovering over you. And so you obeyed, you shut up. You stayed quiet and let him have his way with you. You scoffed internally, realising why he attacked you like that.

After all, he knew when will be the only time you'll keep your blabbering mouth shut.

#this is a disaster #bf taehyun is love #one chance pls #kang taehyun #kang taehyun imagines #taehyun imagines #kang taehyun oneshots #taehyun oneshot #txt #tomorrow x together #txt x reader #txt oneshots #txt imagines #taehyun x reader #taehyun x y/n #tomorrow by together #txt icons #choi beomgyu #choi yeonjun #choi soobin #hueningkai

[judetheparttimescribblr]

Exploring abandoned buildings with the homies.

⨂ the gang's all here⨂

#marble hornets #jay merrick #tim wright #brian thomas #alex kralie #mh fanart #my art #first post #art #oh sh*t #who invited the operator #:o #oh no! alex can't hear the incoming threat because he has his airpods in! #this is a disaster #especially for alex #rip

[6vaguebook]

OH MY GOD IT'S BACKWARDS

AND THE LETTERS AREN'T CONNECTED WHAT THE HELLLL

#Every fibre of my Egyptian being has been offended #this is a disaster #That genuinely does not count as a word in Arabic #I could not read it at first #This hurts my brain #Pjo #Percy Jackson #trials of apollo #Toa #Toa ttt #The tyrant's tomb #Arabic #arabic language #I hate this so much #Trials of Apollo #the trials of apollo #Toa the tyrant's tomb #pjo apollo #lester papadopoulos #pjo hoo toa #pjo toa

[khwxbeeda]

PROM IS THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW AND THE OUTFIT I ORDERED FOR ME LOOKS SO FUCKING UNFLATTERING YEH KYA BAKCHODI HAI

#amrut rambles #amrut goes to college #or prom in this case #without an outfit probably #roz o shab bas taqleefein bardaasht karte hain hum #MAI KYA KAROON #THIS IS A DISASTER

[bestworstcase]

i do think the key to how things will fall out regarding death on remnant is the jabberwalker, bc like

the brothers created death by creating him

the god of light, fearing they had disrupted the balance, tried to get rid of him. the god of darkness refused to countenance this, and they fought about it.

they leave the ever after. jabber remains, implying one of three possibilities: 1. dark ‘won’ the argument and both brothers agreed to let jabber live, 2. dark recreated jabber one last time in secret before they left, or 3. jabber came back later a la modern humans. given light’s general inflexibility my inclination is 2 or 3.

in any case the tree seems to accept jabber as part of the ever after and the presence of his figurine on the blacksmith’s worktable implies that he will continue to exist in some form.

during the creation of remnant, the brothers agree that death will be permanent. their reasons are not yet fully clear, but light was the only one concerned about enforcing this rule; i think it is almost certainly a rule that originated with the god of light.

“but balance cannot be restored by force or calculation; true balance finds its own equilibrium”

force = destroying jabber. calculation = creating a new world with permadeath.

—

the god of light conceives of balance as a fragile order that must be meticulously maintained or else fall apart: his purpose, as he sees it, is to maintain order. everything he does comes from this. he cannot tolerate change because he lives in abject fear of ‘disrupting the balance’ again—as he believes they have already done once, by creating jabber.

so there is a certain narrative equivalency being drawn here between removing jabber and making death permanent for remnant. both decisions are predicated on a fundamental misunderstanding of what balance is.

thus the problem of death is not that it exists, per se. the problem is that death is the locus of light’s anxiety about change.

he first attempts to fix the ‘problem’ by getting rid of jabber, eliminating death. but he can’t, because dark won’t let him. so plan b is to leave the ever after and create a new world where death is part of the design—which isn’t contradictory at all if the intention is to prevent disruption of the existing order.

and something to keep in mind here is that 1. the cat and the jabberwalker were both deathless and unable to ascend, and 2. the brothers created death by mistake. for light these are crucial factors that must be accounted for in the new design. the only way to ensure that the disruptive introduction of death can never happen again is to include death from the start, transforming the accident into a deliberate choice.

which is all well and good except for one teeny, tiny wrinkle: for humans, death is not actually annihilative. they don’t simply cease to exist when they die.

i think it’s extremely likely that wasn’t supposed to happen. in a system where death is final and forever, spiritually immortal humans pose an obvious risk of disruption—and the ‘afterlife’ is evidently just permanent unconscious stasis, so it doesn’t seem like human souls were preserved for any purpose.

if your aim is to design an orderly system that can be maintained exactly as-is forever, and one of your core building blocks is that death is permanent, no exceptions, then why would you ever create beings capable of rising from the dead? you wouldn’t!

but once humans with immortal souls exist you’re sort of stuck with them, aren’t you? and i think that dilemma makes the most sense of why light’s afterlife is… like that. the souls of the dead ‘resting’ in everlasting oblivion in another realm that living humans cannot enter is the same in practice as annihilative death as long as every being capable of reaching the afterlife follows the stated rules.

the instant dark decides to make an exception, the whole system collapses. it reveals to salem that death isn’t inherently final or forever—that this is an arbitrary rule that the brothers decided, and one of them is open to the idea of changing those rules. then the gods make her immortal and light reprimands her for failing to understand how important his rules are (rules his brother just broke with no consequence except that light got mad), but ultimately what she learns is that the brothers are fallible and their rules can be changed. her rebellion is underpinned by this revelation.

the divine order suffers one small disruption and almost immediately, catastrophically fails, just as the god of light feared.

but that failure did not happen because of the disruption; the system failed because it was artificial. the brothers designed it a certain way and then light focused all of his efforts to keeping it that way, unchanging, forever—because their world wasn’t an ecosystem so much as it was a lawn in arizona. that lawn can only exist for as long as someone is doing the work to keep it on life support.

anyway the point i’m getting to is that remnant still isn’t in stable equilibrium, largely because of salem’s immortality and ozma’s reincarnations but also in the more general sense: the people of remnant are spiritually immortal but made to spend the vast majority of their existence essentially comatose because One God is afraid of change.

you can’t bring remnant into equilibrium by eliminating death: killing the jabberwalker isn’t the right answer. and you can’t restore balance by restoring the old system of divine rule and rigid adherence to the original design, because that system was a spindly papier-mâché machine that imploded the second somebody breathed on it wrong. and you can’t just yank the dead back to ameliorate your grief because that isn’t your choice to make, that’s an ethical position the narrative has made very clear.

which… really leaves changing the nature of the afterlife as the likeliest direction. death isn’t the problem, the afterlife of eternal stasis is. death isn’t the problem, light’s refusal to allow beings with immortal souls to keep going after their first life ends because the rules say death is final is the problem. because that finality is just… not reality. a person’s soul persists after death, ipso facto death isn’t the end.

but the reverse idea that death shouldn’t happen at all is not reality either. salem can’t die and her immortality is isolating and endlessly painful. ozma can’t stay dead and it’s eroded him down to a miserable shell of who he used to be. afterans choose to leave their memories behind when they ascend—nothing can happen to you in the tree except what you want to happen. without destruction, creation stagnates. death is part of life, not its enemy.

i doubt very much that the endgame here is for afteran ascension to be directly ported over into remnant—these are different worlds, different peoples, different systems, and while people from remnant can spiritually connect with the tree they are still fundamentally not part of it. afterans are emanations of the tree; humans and faunus are not. when afterans ascend they return to the roots of the tree and flow upward to blossom again from its crown, and that is, to put it mildly, not a system of reincarnation that physically makes sense for remnant, where things reproduce and have babies instead of new lives budding from the cosmic tree. if reincarnation brings equilibrium to remnant then it will presumably happen in a manner more natural to remnant’s people, and may not even involve passage through the tree at all.

it’s also not the only possibility: for example, there’s no reason that remnant’s afterlife has to be eternal sleep. it could just be… a new realm, a new world to live in after your life on remnant is ended. the brothers’ departure from the ever after into the boundless potential of the unknown is as likely a model as ascension. maybe remnant’s dead can’t return except by an act of god, but “gone from remnant forever” can coexist with the afterlife being… alive, as opposed to cold storage for inconveniently immortal souls.

basically the narrative setup isn’t toward rejecting death, it’s toward rejecting the state of affairs where you die and then millions of years later a god wakes you up and you have no awareness or memory of your existence since the moment of your death because you were kept unconscious until that god needed a servant. the point is that death isn’t the natural end of existence (because souls are immortal, on remnant as in the ever after) and remnant’s dead shouldn’t be held in stillness by light’s futile effort to make the facts of reality conform to his intended design.

the jabberwalker has existed for eons without bringing the ever after to ruin; the balance shifted, things changed a little, and life went on. remnant is existentially threatened by the factual reality of life-after-death only because light is so convinced of this danger that he is determined to prohibit it by any means necessary, including “demolish everything and start over from scratch.”

even a god can tilt at windmills.

#it’s also just darkly hilarious in a way #afterans are eternal #the cat was immortal #jabber was immortal and light TRIED and FAILED to unmake him #the b r o t h e r s a r e e t e r n a l #they make a world where death is supposed to be The End #and then fill it with beings #MADE OF THEMSELVES! #MADE WITH THEIR OWN NATURE! #light rattling the cosmic blueprints #what do you mean humans are eternal #WE AGREED THAT THINGS SHOULD DIE #THIS IS A DISASTER #dark like you SAID you wanted to make them like US #sorry for listening to you bro it won’t happen again #by the way i gave them magic instead of eradicating the grimm like you asked #they’re exploding beowolves with fireballs now it’s awesome #light like WHY ARE YOU THIS WAY #it’s hysterical. the divine blorbos

[arrgh-whatever]

was nobody going to tell me that i accidentally drew Paul six fingers?????

#oh god i draw hands like a damn ai #this is a disaster

[headphones-lifeform]

Here, at last, is the Sweet Wormaline cover! (or at least 1/3 of the song)

My voice is still quite worse than usual, but if I had waited any longer it would not have been worth it. Although I had practiced playing this song on the piano, I could not do so while singing and had to exclusively use it for one specific part of the chorus.

@crystal-mouse @frogayyyy you deserved beter, I am sorry.

#sweet wormaline #star trek worm au #spirk worms #music #my singing voice is usually better than this i promise #even the piano is off-key #this is a disaster #the star trek worms deserve better what have i done

[fasterthanfury]

closed starter: @swizzcheese

location: wonderland

❛ sooooo, swizzzzlleee stick, ❜ francis grinned as he sat back in one of the seats he had gotten for himself and swizz, a bottle in his hand, a bag burning a hole in his pocket. his eyes were trained on the stage where the next dancer was being presented, gaze not shifting to swizz's even as he addressed him. francis didn't really have many friends, and whilst swizz wasn't necessarily someone francis really liked, or even respected.. swizz was a dude that liked to get fucked up and talk about hot girls. funnily enough; francis enjoyed doing the same !! ❛ — how're things going with whatserface ?? ❜

#& swizz #this is a disaster #i apologize

[ivan-fyodorovich-k]

should I try to arrange a hangout with [tumblr mutual] and submit the mortifying ordeal of being known

#do I really want another person on the internet to know what i look like #I think there are already... #upwards of six people on tumblr who know #maybe seven #let's see #NINE #at least nine #this is a disaster

[thedisabilitybookarchive]

Well good news everybody:

Every book from the original spreadsheet has now been uploaded to the archive 🥳 [party hat emoji]

Bad news: The spreadsheet appears to be broken 🥲 [smiling face with tear emoji]

#why now #half the books aren't showing up #this is a disaster #it picks the worst times #archive update #the disability book archive

[pecanwriter]

LADS I'M A FOOL I GOT COCKY AND FLEW TOO CLOSE TO THE SUN I took my silicone belly on a grocery run and met a coworker but not just any coworker oh no the one that sits face to face with in an open space office. I think I'm dying but also why am I smiling----

#personal #I cant believe this fucking happened #of all people i could meet #this is a disaster #but like #how hot is that #me and my round belly out on an adventure meeting a fucking coworker #she will be so confused tho I literally wore a shirt at work today thay leaves nothing to the imagination #like the only thing missing from my business casual today was a stamp saying #here goeth the twink #lirerally #and 3 hours later here he is with an alleged beer gut #I'm dying #am i going to develop a humiliation kink or sth #that meme saying god i hope this doesn't awaken anything in me

[naomiknight-17]

I did a postgrad in food media which included food stylist and photography training

Who the fuck styled this mess. What the fuck

Why is there sauce on the fucking table

Is that PARSLEY everywhere!? What the fuck does that have to do with the dish!? What are you trying to communicate with this unappetizing mess!?

Did your fucking toddler get into the food and then you were like, "Oh hey, actually that's pretty good?"

Who the fuck did this

#i get so infuriated when people are getting PAID to do this shit and i know i could do better #fuck #mod post #food styling #bad food styling #this is a disaster #if it was about messy toddlers eating it would be ok #but it's about an adult learning the joys of cooking for oneself... why. why this

[goldenpinof]

Not that this is like, a hot new take or anything, but I can imagine that they both might be going through a bit of a crisis. Like their careers have finally died down but like, what do they do. They haven't done much else but be YouTube personalities (which is more than just YouTube, obv) for like, nearly 15 years. They are probably afraid to venture into new territory, because at this point that will likely mean risking either their brand or their bank accounts (like how Dan had to risk money to do the tour / offer to put up his own money for Dinok). Not that that's a good excuse, but I can understand being afraid and Phil just trying to hang on to his usual content for the both of them (as he also figures out work/life balance). Dan only did DD for the tour and it definitely felt kinda forced. Just doing their old stuff but with their older/out-of-closet selves isn't going to be successful in a way it's safe, for now.

As someone with a lot of the same kind of mental health struggles Dan has, I imagine he might be beyond burnt out and doesn't really want the attention anymore because of the work it requires. And even though it's like, okay it's been months since the tour okay what's next... idk what we'll really get out of him for a while (maybe a few years even?) besides random contract work like the channel 4 thing. Like, projection time, but I just got through grad school with extreme ADHD/executive dysfunction/procrastination etc, and was so burnt out by the end idk how I did it. And I'm like, oh well it's been about 6 months I should probably have a job in my field by now (which I'm probably insane for thinking that anyways because the job market is in so wild). But like, I've been kinda burnt out since 2016 (when I was 16 and a junior in high school, at the end of my og dnp phase) and all I can muster the mental energy to do now is the same part-time / retail work I've been doing the past few years. Which like, I'm barely getting by and I do ultimately feel disappointed that I'm not trying harder to put my fancy new degree to work because I'm barely applying for anything. But I just can't get myself together enough to do that right now. I imagine Dan might be going through something similar, like, he could be doing something creative but he probably is just tired and wants to just live life without any expectations and go on vacations and rely on Phil to be the content creator. He's probably aware that it's not ideal. But he also seems done with compromising any creative vision either because he doesn't want to do sponsorships or anything that isn't a deeply personal piece of art. And he probably doesn't have many deep ideas now that WAD is done and Dinok is stalled and there isn't much he seems to want to do commentary on (because if he just sucked it up he would actually be a pretty good commentary YouTuber lol).

I think they also have a lot more stuff to work through mental health wise too before they are ever really able to not be cryptic about their relationship, since when ex-phannies or random people who remember them see their tiktoks or whatever it's what they all ask about. Like to some degree I don't know if they ever wanted to be out and famous but it got to the point where they couldn't keep denying it either. I'm so glad they came out because it's clearly so much healthier, but beyond the trauma of being closeted that they had to overcome they probably now have trauma from years and years of people being weird towards them about their relationship and it's like... now they have get through that in order to take the next step. do they really want to go through all that just to help open themselves up to a new era of content? Idk.

(this turned out to be wayyy longer than I anticipated woops. can't even remember if some of this was in response to what was on your blog or some of the other similar conversations I've seen about this today but yeah).

i'm almost crying. i hate us so much. this is exactly why the phandom needs meet ups irl or "bubbles" where we could have conversations. because trying to answer THAT without forgetting something is hard, and also i can't imagine how hard it is to write these mini-essays and get bullshit in response.

i appreciate it a lot. and i basically agree with your message. i see how it can be true. and i know that in case of burnout, Dan can let himself step back. the problem i have with him disappearing and coming back after 2018 is that he thinks that the audience will wait for him and accept everything he puts out with the same passion, participation, and amount of money as when he and Phil were making content without long pauses. but book sales, merch sales, tour ticket sales, views and god knows what else that we can't see show that we aren't willing to wait. and it started in 2019 i guess, so you would think that by 2022 Dan would understand what went wrong and just book smaller venues (or make a smaller stage for it to not be a problem). i'm using wad just as an example. you said Dan could not want attention anymore. but he repeatedly says that he loves attention. and it's not only words, you can see it irl. ofc after tours there is a period of time to rest. but before that, there was a clusterfuck of something that was barely content while the merch releases were consistent. either because it was pre-made or because Dan was still living in a rose-colored world thinking that we would buy stuff without content. i'm not sure what i'm arguing here anymore riuehdfsidxkl apologies, i guess it's related to Dan wanting to fuck off. and he CAN. i don't care, 2019 taught me a lesson. (doesn't mean i can't bitch about it <3)

anyway. i understand your struggles with work and degree. basically, i was in the same position after graduating, and now it's even more difficult but i get it. choosing to work part-time, in retail and similar "easy" jobs because you can't deal with the weight of expectations that come with a degree, that's... yeah. an adult reality that no one told us about. i wish you the best, and i hope everything works out well. whatever you decide to do, remember you don't have to use your degree if you don't want to or just don't feel like you can at this moment. you know, getting a fancy "serious" job is such a commitment, bruhh. and you can always walk out of retail :)

Dan would be a brilliant commentary youtuber, you're right! he just knows how to talk and make people listen.

their brand is already fucked, nothing to save here. i mean, Dan and Phil brand doesn't exist. Dan's youtube brand is all over the place. AmazingPhil is the only consistent thing. and yes, it feels like Phil is terrified of shifting in any direction. we're stuck with 2016 content, it's like a real-life time machine on youtube. and if it works for him, fine. i'm just sad that there is no "trying new things" anymore and that he can't even get old successful things back.

i'm not commenting on their relationship because it would be too long. fuck tiktok though. i think dnp jumped to this "new popular" platform with no actual regular content to present as a distraction and that bit them in the ass.

#i'm so sorry #this is a disaster #answered #phandom #wad #??