#this is a post very specifically catering to me

[kenonade]

if wangmu ever brings peter to meet her parents he would be annihilated. absolutely destroyed. inspected from head to toe and deemed unworthy. only barely tolerable. and wangmu would NOT help because she'd be sitting watching him get grilled at the dinner table eating her sugar-pickled garlic with mantou and laughing

#peter ii wiggin #si wang-mu #peter2/wangmu #enderverse #this is a post very specifically catering to me #peter would not survive a single evening of family gathering #they throw bees at him afterwards #thats not chinese tradition thats just me #ender’s game #enders game

[mysteriouslybluepirate]

I just need a piece of media that combines:

The humor and feeling of community we got from S1 of OFMD

The storytelling, world, and humanity behind Disco Elysium

Izzy Hands just for fun

You know?

#I want an essay on how media handles a protagonist who HAS fucked up and how to have it MATTER- Harrier DuBois vs. Edward Teach #FUCK: you can play the entire game not 'fucking up'. You can quit drinking and doing drugs. But Harry still fucked up #People still KNOW what Harry did before you stepped in. They hold grudges. They're mad. ITS AMAZING #I'm just saying that I want a Disco Elysium that doesn't make me feel EVERY feeling at once. #But as for the post idea itself: the answer is just Izzy-focused fanfic written by the community #I KNOW #I WRITE THEM #but that's not the point. I want my very specific taste in media to be catered to IMMEDIATELY- you know? #ofmd #ofmd season 2 #izzy hands #not tagging this as Disco Elysium #BUT I highly recommend looking into it- EVEN JUST A VIDEO ESSAY #ESPECIALLY IF YOU ARE AN IZZY FAN

[spiritoast]

dear mutuals and random strangers alike i am booping you . for two damage

#soup.txt #dicey dungeons #its very late and im running on half brain capacity have a post that caters to me specifically #for but one (1) sensible chuckle

[rawliverandgoronspice]

nothing is funnier than seeing huge masses of gamers having One Major Complain about a game that's about to come out and repeat it over and over as THE deal-breaking thing, meanwhile you (gamedev) are like "buddy that's not even in the top 3 of things that are wrong with this game you're all gonna forget it was even a thing that bothered you by the time you actually have the controller in your hands"

#thoughts #gamedev #deactivated the reblog because #me posting this is bad praxis #but #it is very funny #(tbh I think gamers have by and large very strange priorities and hyperfocus on shit that literally does not matter) #(or is integral to the vision/the specific experience provided) #(also I'm sorry but unless the fps drop makes the game unplayable or consistently annoying I could not care less) #(if the experience is worth a janky framing I'm able to forgive almost any jankiness personally) #(sometimes the jankiness enhances the experience even! looking at you oblivion!) #(“is the game fun and why does it have soul does it speak to you do you feel enriched” is so often??? left out of the conversation???) #(to be perfectly honest a whole lot of gamers don't really respect games that much imho) #(expecting the experience to cater to them instead of being willing to meet them where they are *and then* assess and discuss) #(this medium suffers from such a lack of curiosity and introspection across the board it's genuinely exhausting) #((sorry I'm in a very sour mood regarding the game industry in general right now so!!!!))

[bitternace]

understand, understand, the concept of love, amiright?

y'all should check out @teenyzines Kingdom Hearts' Uncharted Worlds Zine! It's a hundred pages + four phone backgrounds, and it's completely free!<3

[ID: A digital drawing featuring Beat, Gum, and Pots from Jet Set Radio Future facing Sora, Donald, and Goofy from the Kingdom Hearts Series in a triangular formation. The background is reminiscent of the inside of Jet Set Radio Future's Tokyo Underground Sewage Facility, with bright blue light coming from a hallway on the left.

On the far left, Pots, a grey-green dog with a white muzzle and chest, crosses his arms with a placed expression. He is wearing shorts and a long-sleeve shirt in blue, a black belt with a star buckle, black studded bracelets, an orange bandana, a green vest, green and orange 3D glasses, and grey and blue skates.

To his right is Gum with a slight frown, one hand on her hip and the other pointing at Sora. She wears a blue and yellow helmet, a white bodycon dress with blue and orange detailing on the hem, her v-neckline, and her high collar. She also wears black upper arm bands, blue and orange sweatbands, black knee braces, and blue, black, and white skates with yellow wheels.

Beside her is Beat, looking unamused. He holds a can of spray paint with one hand, and the back of the other is against his hip. He wears grey headphones, blue and white round glasses, a green shirt with black sleeves and red hemlines, black leggings, gloves, and grey and blue skates with orange wheels.

On the left, facing Beat, is Sora, holding a paint-stained white and black curved keyblade over his shoulder and a placid smile. He is wearing his crown necklace, black headphones with purple, green, orange, and red detailing around a decorative keyhole, a red shirt under a half-blue, half-black cropped jacket with a white hood and rolled-up sleeves, a single white elbow brace, white and blue fingerless gloves, black pants tucked into black and gold skates with purple detailing, and silver crown for caps.

To his right is Goofy, holding a stained paint palette with a metal section as a shield. He wears an orange beanie, square goggles, a white bandana, a green vest, and yellow baggy pants with blue arrow decorations on the knee pockets. His skates are brown, with silver caps, blue wheels, and arrows as fastenings.

On the far left is Donald, holding a slightly glowing staff topped with a black and gold spray can. He is frowning. He wears a blue beanie, grey and blue headphones, silver round goggles, a blue plate with a high neck covering his shoulders and part of his chest, with gold, silver, and bright blue decorations, and grey skates with blue and gold detailing and red fireworks attached to the sides. /End ID.]

#kh #zine tag! #fanzine #kingdom hearts #kh fanart #jet set radio future #jsrf #kh sora #kh goofy #kh donald #jsrf beat #jsrf pots #jsrf gum #crossover #my doods #this thing caters SPECIFICALLY to me sorry #and while i HAVE made this joke before #no one explained pots the dog skating and i am not explaining donald duck hope this helps<3 #long post #<-tagging on behalf that the ID got very long but it happens baby!! accesibility!! #also idk how much the quality dipped with reducing the canvas for posting but if anyone wants to see it in full hd just send me a message #which i doubt cause #AGAIN #catered to me specifically #the caption was gonna be a birthday cake reference because it's one of my fave songs on the soundtrack but like #the concept of love........ plot relevant to kh. ALSO #THE MORE I WORKED ON THIS the more i was like......... the themes of jsrf actually fit..... quite nicely with kh..... like......

[unfortunatelyevent]

LUDINUS DA’LETH? STUPID IDIOT MOTHERFUCKING LUDINUS DA’LETH GOD DAMN FOOL RUIDUS BORN COLLECTING DUST EATING RAT OLD BASTARD SHITHEAD IDIOT WIZARD OF THE SCHOOL OF THE WHORE BIGGEST CLOWN IN THE CIRCUS LAUGHED OUT OF TOWN COWBOY MOTHERFUCKING LUDINUS DA’LETH STOP PINNING ME WHEN I TALK ABOUT LUDINUS DA’LETH I HATE HIM SO MUCH WHY DOES HE HAVE SO MANY FUCKED UP MOONS WHY DID HE DECIDE TO FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT JUST SET THEM LOOSE. IS HE DEAD? IS HE A BASTARD? MAN HAS SUCH A VISCERAL AFFECT ON ME NOT EVEN IN THE ROOM NEVER SEEN THIS MANS FACE AND I KNOW HE HAS THE WORLDS SHITTIEST HAIR GET AWAY FROM ME if i wanted to get into heaven and god said ludinus da’leth waiting inside i would piss on gods feet for the sole purpose of getting sent back down if i have to deal with ludinus da’leth speaking one word in person on voice in a twitch stream not only will i close the tab i will delete my bookmark out of spite and have to rewatch the entire campaign again for the experience of being able to skip all the times when he is mentioned or alive i don’t even know why i hate him so much. he collects moons but i am just mad because i am angy he better have some fucked up backstory to explain this if hes just some rich shithead who’s jealous of clerics and warlocks and wanted all the magic to “the one’s who really deserved it” ill go ham BETTER have had a god make him kill a man cuz if he didn’t I’m going to make him. paypal.com/ IFuckingHateLudinusDa’leth episodes not even about him. vaguely mentioned what is supposed to maybe be his city and I lost it where the fuck is ludinus da’leth if he’s still alive i’m going to so deeply wish he wasn’t crusty old man i’ll punch da’leth and his sad frail old man twig bones will simply flake apart under my epic huge meat fist and he will disintegrate until all that’s left is one final book he kept on him at all times simply titled Now You Fucked Up in ancient yiddish. i’m not breathing i’m hyperventilating at this point i hope there’s a date given for when ludinus died or will die so i can make it a reminder on my phone everyday once a year i will see it and do anything but pay respects to the man who had so many fucked up if true moons

#so it's thursday #djksygjhdgs i'm so sorry i came across the jurgen leitner rant today and i HAD TO #it fits him so well #ludinus da'leth #critical role #cr3 #cr2 #c3e53 #kinda? #caleb widogast beauregard lionett and imogen temult ghoswrote this #this post caters very specifically to me and me only

[landfilloftrash]

It was much like the human task of sewing. Stitching and mending a mangled piece of abused time like a threadbare blanket only to be dissatisfied and start it all anew.

The tear of reality is not quite a sound that can be heard or felt when you’re inside of it’s life giving touch, but to those cursed, blessed, or born into a existence outside of reality’s all encompassing reach, it echoed against your essence. Rippling and panic inducing, if you’re unprepared for it.

Just like fabric.

Figures then that most mortals call it something along those lines; clothes worn by life, the sash that binds, etc.-- or in human vernacular, as he’d been woefully using all too frequently as of late; the fabric of reality.

When it resounded through the Continuum, everyone had paused. New things always drew attention and curiosity, and the fact none of them had done this brought its own wave of questions. Who did that? Was there a Q that cut themselves off? A mortal species, or even just one of their kind, ascending without Their knowledge and had just tried to change something but caused a wound instead?

But no. It was a mortal. Just a mortal. And the curiosity wore off. Oh it’s just one of them.

He hadn’t exactly, well, hidden the burst of bright and loud anger that had ricocheted violently through his dismay before he suddenly was gone-- the rapid undercurrent of panic hastening his movements through the flurry of breaking time.

Because none of them checked which mortal it had been, and how prone he was to causing changes that would ripple across the entire tapestry and timelines.

And this one had been a huge one. A paradox that had crunched reality into a fine paste, unraveling it until it would be a ball of unusable string, locking him in with the rest of the mortals until it was fixed-- as the future that came after it could not be told, and everything that came before suggested nothing that would lead to this.

The very strings of fabric falling apart at their seams, melting and fracturing in equal hearing-splitting measure, and they dismissed it because it was a mortal.

Sure, it would all be rewritten. All start again. The cosmos would be born again and everything that ever was and ever will be will be stitched into a beautiful masterpiece that They would admire— for as long as it was new and different. Reality would fix itself as it always did when confronted with things that didn’t fit it’s intricate embroidery.

But it would do it in a way that removes the things causing it problems. A method the Continuum adopted from the quilt they could interact with, but never truly be apart of, he could only presume. ‘Get rid of it so it was never wanted.’

Aghck-! Damn. Watch your focus, you forsaken fool.

It was almost funny, the irony of showing this one mortal how the tapestry of life was made, connected through intricate threads that could not be severed without changing the whole picture, and yet he did so, uncaring of the consequences until he got there.

And got there he did.

Over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again.

The initial tear had been by his renowned mortal Jean-Luc Picard, but every tear after that was by Q himself, trying to fix what he’d helped set in motion.

Ticking clocks mocked him.

Every time the clock’s timer ran out, Renée not talked back into doing the mission, or dying in a multitude of ways gone wrong, the Borg assimilated them all-- conquering the human race for the first time, (as they would have been without his warning over centuries later) the 21st century ICE detained Rios out of the mortals reach, Raffi and Seven arrested and detained, Soong gaining too much ground, Picard dying-- every time they failed, he tore out the lining in the tapestry and started again, cursing it all the while.

They always changed slightly. No two tries were exactly the same, so he’d always have to be ready for the minutiae to shift, for different events, but many things stayed firm. Multiple of these rehashes, he’d told Picard exactly what was happening-- no tricks, no playful words, not even a smidgen. But he refused to listen, claiming him to play tricks and this was just that. A trick.

A trick he says! Like the stars weren’t melting outside of this stitch he was making, sealing it every time they got closer to what they needed, and tore it out to start again when the wrong path started to manifest.

Three days. Over, and over, and over again.

Insanity at the very heart of its definition.

But his game was no longer broad strokes of a brush on a canvas— a trial for all of humanity— but the needlepoint accuracy for one being alone. Someone who’s lining touched so many, would need to continue to intertwine carefully with the loved ones of the future past, and would continue to influence the tapestry if he had any damn say in it; and, oh, look at that-! He did. 

He was almost 100% sure that had he been forced to be a mortal again, (not that he’d ever wish that— not even for—- becoming less than and suddenly so, so hindered was…) right this second, right the very nanosecond he was existing in, that he would have become a semi-decent embroiderer.

Just-- get it right, would you? Then we can all call it a day. I’m bleeding all over this from how much I’ve pricked myself on this darn thing.

Occasionally he did have to drop in so things would stay on course, but that was any good director’s job. Let them play this out. Let them play it out over and over until the final cut, until Jean-Luc learned he was worthy. Someone who was not his father, understanding be damned, and worthy— so so worthy— of love. Most of the time, he didn’t— well— have the time to play the dramatic ‘villain’ of their little escapade; his efforts and energy focused on the tear.  Drama was the heart of how he did things, but saying he was ‘a suture in the wound’ wasn’t... quite the exaggeration he could play it off as. His anger had revealed a shade too close to how invested he was. He was running out of threads to pull from his own pattern, his ‘life-blood’, his very own being to stitch into the gaping wound. In addition, all the repeating the exact same times over and over was almost like a motion sickness, a nausea gripping him as the same seconds ticked by— making him ill. A madness creeping into the very essence of his being and his fervor. He could feel it. His chaos no longer just playful— a very real and diseased part of him, now clawing it’s way into his actions and movements. At this point he should just throw in the towel, accept that reality would rewrite all the offending parties out, destroy the Borg, destroy-- but, what did humans call it? Sunk-cost fallacy? He had put too much effort into it. It was tiring. Too much time into it. They were running out of time. He was running out time.

One more time. I’ll be fine. We’ll get it right this time. Heed the stars, Jean-Luc, mon capitaine, this time, they will lead you home.

#my writing #Star Trek #Star Trek PIC #picard season 2 #Star Madness (across the universe) #Q Star Trek #qcard #heyooo #very nervous about posting this lmao #hhhhHHHHHfuckitweball #i listened to 'two of a kind' while thinking of star trek and uh oh sisters i wanted to wrIIIITEEEEE #Two of a Kind by GHOST has no reason to slap as it does but it SLAYS #Loneliness of Spring by inabakumori did NOT help in that matter /lh #I'll post this after I finish one of my drawings so it's spread out lmao and not just crammed into one day #like a neurodivergent possessed /lhj #which i am. by the q brainrot #otherwise WHEEE (bangs out content that caters to me and me specifically) #also 'thistle & weeds' by mumford and sons; very good s2 song. #rea rambles in the tags #rea's trash

[vergilbergart]

promising a big fire, any fire.

#golden kamuy #asirpa #sugimoto saichi #wilk #nopperabo #my art #wanted 2 play around with things so this happened ❤❤ #ptolemaea by ethel cain truly just makes my brain go absurd mode ... expect more of these lol #moreso i just wanted to do smth looser idk . 🫠🫠🫠 #trying so hard 2 be better at letting my art be messy sndbdbhdjdsks #<- i am so bad at that u have no idea #anyways (throws this) #eye strain #blood #ask to tag #not to keep screaming in my own tags but this post caters very specifically to me and my friends ahshsuhdjshek #can u imagine if i made a lyric comic for this . OUAGH. if only #also trying so hard to be ok w posting stuff like this 😵‍💫 the perfectionist in me is yelling!!!

[natsmagi]

I'm a fandom old, so I'd also say there's a strand of entitlement that's always been around fandom, but it's so much more normal now (for both artists and writers) since fandom's become less of a haven for weirdos and more mainstream. Fan writers and artists create FOR FREE and share with us, so complaining or being an arsehole about it is frankly shit.

YEAH....... ive been in online fandoms for like a decade now myself so 😭

if i were to guess id say its probably because nowadays people grow up online and have their whole identities and social circles online too, and its usually very young people who act this entitled towards creatives. it seems a majority of them believe that what you consume and how you consume it reflects your character because theyve made what they consume such a heavy feature of their identity but thats just. not true? you cannot get an accurate understanding of another person based solely off you stalking their page. it sucks too because young people tend to be more reactionary and react based off emotion so their judgement will be even further clouded. not to mention since theyre so judgmental of anyone who disagrees with this they end up forming an echo chamber which just. oh man.

alot of the arguments i see can basically be reduced to "this makes me uncomfortable so that means its immoral and should be eradicated" and thats just. a Really bad mindset to have..... if you cant handle certain things youre much better off muting/blocking and curating your online experience appropriately. this isnt the real world after all, our creative art and writing does not involve reality, its often an escape from it. it is not us creatives responsibility to ensure your online experience is full of sunshine and rainbows. most you can criticize us for is if we tagged the posts appropriately. and then making sure those tags are muted is YOUR responsibility. please take care of yourselves. we dont want you hurting, but we are our own individuals with our own life stories and we should be allowed to express those

the internet will never be a safe haven for everyone. what you may deem immoral might be another persons way of expressing emotions that are killing them inside, and i think thats the beauty of art. it is a purely subjective medium that can mean something completely different depending on the person viewing it. like fuck man theres so many things i find deeply upsetting so i just do my best in blocking it out of my sight. am i still gonna stumble upon those upsetting things in the wild? of COURSE i am, especially since some of what i find upsetting may not be that big of a deal to a majority of the population, and thats unfortunately the reality we have to live with. all we can really do is ask those close to us to be mindful and choose who we engage with carefully

#its fucking HARD being a kid online man #especially these days #but for the love of god #please do not make your issues the responsibility of complete strangers online #we dont know you so its weird for you to expect us to cater our art or writing specifically TO you #i dont know. having to deal with people forgetting that i am a human being has definitely been the worst part of posting online #but i love sharing what i love with others who love it just as much #and that sense of community heavily outweighs the bad #and i think more people should strive to find a place where they can unabashedly be themselves #rather than fixate on others not changing to benefit you #ask #also im not really looking to start discourse........ i am just a smidge tired is all #this is also very rambly dont come for me ok #i woke up like an hour ago

[kukekakuningaskris]

not joker out trying to make kaerajaan abt käärijä lmaooooo ☠☠☠☠

#joker out saw a restaurant name that's also a very well known estonian folk dance and went yeah. thats the green guy #every time they post smth relating to estonia it is content catered specifically to me

[awkward-smirks]

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#i had a long ass post typed out for this but it's a bit much so imma just type it here instead: #i'm very lucky and blessed to have friends who make plans to hang out with me with the intent of catering to MY interests #like im being so serious that my friends will take me to art museums and bookstores and cafes and roller skating and ice skating #just bc they know i'd love it :') #and yes they love it as well or else they wouldn't put up w it but it means a lot that they ask me specifically to come with #like being in this life where i'm not some random second choice or like... where people actually WANT to hang out w me... #that means a lot #and i'm comforted w the fact that i know exactly where i stand w my friends just from that intention #Sandy rambling #honestly idk if that made sense bc im literally so sleepy and this is my third time trying to put this into words #but that's it for now. ill journal about it later #when it's not 4am

[mintayrs]

couldn't stop thinking about this my entire bus ride home

#gf told me to post this and i identify as a malewife so #rich brian #meme #how do i even tag this #88rising #this caters to a very specific audience and is so wildly out of what i normally post

[agentcricket-art]

christ at this point i might just only use discord to keep in touch with internet friends and like,,, wix or ko-fi to post art. or just do like little mailer list bullshit things if discord continues to implode.

so intrigued by what “genius” ceo decided making sites as hostile as possible to users was a good business strategy. i know it’s to cater to advertisers but how’re you gonna do that if there’re no users on the site?? i would like to shatter their kneecaps and make them eat dog food.

#i know this is all being very colored by my depression today #but man alive #just let me post art and see funny memes from friends #in the order they were posted and from the very specific list of people i chose to follow #my kingdom for a web 4.0 or whatever bullshit but it doesn't cater to advertisers at all #a space unspoiled by captitalism..... space #i'm so tired and this is so incoherent #anyways #time to work on my silly little comic and pretend everything will be fine c: #chirp chirp

[erstwhilesparrow]

look. i KNOW that what i'm doing is going "what if we had [thing] but we took away [several elements of the thing that are foundational to most people's enjoyment of it]" and that this is at minimum a moderately pointless project but god i want more soulmate AUs as creeping horror. not necessarily [your soulmate blatantly sucks] -- though it could be that! -- but like. is this as good as you thought it was. are you performing happiness and are you aware of whether anyone else is performing happiness. would you have done this if you weren't supposed to. and like arguably you don't need soulmates to be a thing to have this kind of story, this is just how people and relationships are sometimes, but it's also. i dunno! real life romance feels about as made up as soulmates to me most of the time! it might be an interesting point of view! make obvious what already feels obvious to me! i'm being deeply unfair because i'm starting from a baseline of "this is never not going to be a horror story to me" but that's fine, this really does not matter that much at all.

#sparrowsong #this is very [can people cater to my specific preferences more] of me. #kind of really wish there was like. a convenient word for whatever the hell this kind of story is though #soulmate au as creeping horror is definitely not a common enough phrase to search for :/ #unfortunately it's too hot to do anything except make meandering inarticulate posts on tumblr dot com

[jestiamy]

??? just rediscovered cake mania to the max. this, tetris, and pong was like the only thing I did in my spare time as a kid before I got a phone and got like actual hobbies

#I feel like every time I mention games I played as a kid I age like ten years #like. I did play the shitty minecraft beta with collectable wool upon punch on xbox with my siblings just like everyone else I swear #that just came after my. super oddly timed game selections I guess. #saying stuff #vividly remember getting to day 75 and feeling very accomplished about it. #pretty sure I never played the game again after that because my memory of it literally ends there #my posts cater to a very specific audience and that audience is me and me only /hj #stole the image off of google for visualization so I remember what the fuck a 'cake mania' is when I look through my blog again later

[papaiyatree]

yes i like [insert sonic ship here], yes i'm very picky about it so most of the time i don't see content that i don't like

#most especially pciky with sonadow and sonamy #sonamy is the reason i made this post tho <33 #i'm very picky with it and like hnhdgsajdhgajhd #idk i rlly do see sonic as aspec and idk... sometimes the way some people characterize sonic in the ship just isn't my thing #idk #very picky dsjhgfkjhgahj #meanwhile for sonadow both of them r aspec and i think most people make them too lovey dovey lmaoo #sth #sonic the hedgehog #like. i have scrolled thru so many sonamy edits on tiktok trying to find smth that is specifically catered to Me HSAJGKDHJ #same with sonadow but as i said sonamy is what caused me to make this post