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My absence along with a very limited activity in the recent months have made me realized something about the fantroll community.
Contains some very personal opinions which may upset some viewers. Please, keep in mind they are just opinions based on my judgement, and not laws/rules.
By writing this opinion I do not intend to offend or target anyone in the fantroll community.
More under the cut.
Fantroll community is not fun anymore. It is a scarred entity.
It is not a place which I am eager to see on my dashboard. Maybe itâs perhaps due to who I follow or not, but comparing this place with the period when I was just starting? A lot of has changed.
People have left, people have come. That doesnât change the fact that the community gives off these vibes of being battered, tossed around, unstable, and highly impulsive - reacting without thinking first. I cannot get rid off these vibes no matter how I try, but this place - is it capable of salvation? Is it worth the time? I ask myself.Â
I have been in this community for about two or three years, and there have been some very toxic people. Fortunately, some of them left, but hey - you know what is one of the main characteristics of toxicity? Once itâs out, you can hardly get it out of a system - whether a ecological system, or neural - it stays for an unknown period of time, something like radiation. The radiation that does not affect physical health, but rather the psychological.
But man, based on my observations, this place seems to be a magnet of people affected by extreme Tumblr thinking. I could bring some examples, I really could, but the exampes are highly specific and would offend/insult the people who have shared opinions which fall under the extremist category.
What do I mean by extreme Tumblr thinking, actually? It can be taken many ways - what I consider as the extreme Tumblr thinking is how impulsive people are when presented with a different opinion/view. Your opinion varies? Well, be ready to be met with anon hate, to people brining up sensitive topics to belittle your opinion and to make their opinion seem more significant by supporting their argument with these points. Once again, I just wish to include some examples here. But I cannot - it would outrage others. And people of Tumblr get angry, they do not think rationally. There is no rationality. There is no logic. Just angry ranting supported by SJW-like arguments.
People here in this community are impulsive, emotional, even aggressive. Some part of the community has been chasen out from this place, which is supposted to be a fun, relaxing place, yet people turn to Big Brothers. The drama that has ensued in this community left a mark in all of us - a direct and indirect one. Indirect, meaning that people not involved in drama feel the effects of the drama - it might feel like a heavy gloomy cloud passing above your heads.
The sad part? Most of the drama could have been avoided by simply not publicaly announcing it, as if some personal mini-war. The errands could have been dealt in private - rationally, without no vagueness, saltiness, verbal violance. Yet many people choose a simplier, more direct option - publicity. In some cases, it is a neccessary - but not when you have a personal dilemma with someone. The publicity allows a person to collect admires, followers, who will do most of the dirty job to spread the word about someone who is being a âthorn in oneâs sideâ. Group thinking is powerful - one huge entitiy againt an individual? Only a rare percentage of individuals can endure the power of mob thinking. Only few can withstand that force. Have you tried fighting a goliath? Well try fighting fifty of them
The fantroll community, and even Homestuck fandom is a literal junkyard of radiating material. Harsh comparison - perhaps it could be compared to living near an industrial area where all the fumes negatively affect all nature, humans included. I admit there are worse fandom/communities, or that not every community can be perfect - shitty people exist everywhere. But the fantroll community downgraded to a melancholic, depressing place to exist. It is not fun or relaxing anymore.
One mistake, and you are literally fucked over by the extremists.
As for me - I really have no idea what do here. My blog has collected many followers and leaving it all behind would be... Not alright (not to mention I do not wish to accidentaly abandon my url). And then, there are these people, these people who only seek fun in this community - and who have become my friends. And leaving it behind is hard.
I plan to massively unfollow everyone and follow only those who I believe or are my friends. Otherwise, I feel this community is not worth my time. I lack the motivation.
As for the ongoing plot? I am unmotivated to continue it. I might scratch it. Perhaps start a new plot in the future. See how things wind up. And see how the real life steals a huge chunk of my time.
If Randal thought that a piece of flaming clothing would slow down Neegan, of all people, he was dead wrong. Ignoring the piece of clothing in favor of chasing down the rodent, he doubled down on his sprint, keeping pace with the now less encumbered prey, even as the corridors twisted and bent. Many of your underlings were diligent enough to block most of the gaps thatâd allow the intruder to escape, but one gap remained, and at that moment, Neegan hoped someone made sure to over that spotâŚ
âŚand speak of the devil! His little rascal of a superweapon always made sure to cover any and all blind spots with her bright presence, and what can you say? Her efforts make you proud. âJust wait until you see our special treat, shorty!â And her quips were quick to jab, as always. Only reducing his speed to not spectacularly crash into him, he readies his cybernetic arm to deliver a powerful blow to his head, and swings, hoping to knock him out in one punch. Sure, it was reckless as hell, and it could cause brain damage, but it was still an effective, if brutish, technique.
You know, Randal regretted - for normal beings - a wise decision to avoid a high speed collision with another fellow. Now, they could see what a miscalculation they had let to happen, by not running into that troll. They could have rammed into them at full force - throw them off balance and have a clear escaping route.
But they had hesitated.
And they got distracted. The label âshortyâ worked pretty well to divert their attention from the real threat. âNo, Iâm just a very tall midge-â End your counter-argument for later Randal, now that a blow fully knocked you down cold to the ground. But hey, no worries about the brain injury! Randal was a tough guy. He had survived the unimaginable - a simple hit to the head shouldnât be a big deal, right? The same couldnât be told about what would follow next once Randal comes back to themselves.
Details:Â The ocean has always been a place of mystery. From the earliest times where man took to the sea,there have been stories of its contents and unpredictable ways.Tales of mermaids that lured away sailors and squid, titanic of size, that dragged unaware ships down to the deep.
Over the years man got more used to the sea, and with the birth of science, many mysteries were debunked. Yet still the ocean holds some things unexplained.The first sighting of this creature scientists have taken to calling ââEchoââ, was made back in the early 2000âs.
An expedition led by Johnathan Munster was laid before the coast of the Pacific Ocean. Johnathan and his crew were on an expedition to study whales and to document the theory about whale shaving ââdialectsââ among local pods as opposed to pods in other oceans. On November 23d the crew was going through the sound data they had gathered that day, and were stunned to find that instead of hearing the pod they had been tracking sing, they heard another noise.
The noise was somewhat similar to a whale, but it sounded like it was very far away. It also lacked the dialect the researchers had picked up and documented from the local pods. Thinking it a lone whale, they dubbed it ââEchoââ, for its desolate singing. They tried to find the assumed whale a few times during their remaining days at sea, and discovered it only sang at 6 pm sharp. The data was filed, but forgotten soon after.
A few days later another group of whale researchers caught a similar sound on tape in the Atlantic Ocean. This whale also sang at a certain time, but this time, it seemed to sing only at 8 pm. This data was also added to the archive at the institute of oceanics. That same year, a worker at the institute who was going through the sound files made an amazing discovery. They had compared the sound files and found the sounds were identical. The dialect, the pitch and even the length of the time sang. But the fact that the singing had been in two completely different oceans with only mere days in between was puzzling the institute worker. How could a whale move from one ocean to the next in such little time? It would be impossible for any natural animal, so there had to be two animals. But that would not explain the identical voices.
This lead the institute to finance a research into the phenomenon of ââEchoââ. Tests were taken at both locations the whale supposedly had been at. The shock came when the researchers at the Pacific ocean and the Atlantic ocean had both reported hearing the creature at the allotted times at their respective areas. Research has been made by both experts and the general populace, but no one can seem to explain why this lonely sounding creature moves from one ocean to the next, all across the world, to sing its desolation at precisely timed intervals. Some say they are multiple animals, but scientists are unable to explain the exact copies of the voice and dialect, and the fact the creature or creatures are so very punctual.Â
Speculations arose when the sounds got released to the public, ranging from it being ââjust a whaleââ to people saying it is underwater earthquakes. Other theories include that it is not actually a whale, but alien ships that hide in the ocean to stay away from the government that use the sounds to communicate between one another. Many other theories surround the mysterious noise from the ocean, but none seemed to have been conclusive, thus ââEchoââ remains as one of the oceans mysteries to this day.
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Ok so i was talking with soulfultrolls about my earlier doodles n they said ramiro would prolly surplex the heck outta One eye, and i just couldnt resist.
It gives OE a bit of a doki to have a twig like ramiro tossing his heavy self arse over teakettle like that
