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When the story has a sequence where the characters each get personally tortured with their exact personalized greatest fears and traumas

max1461

Disgust has absolutely no ethical weight. If you are basing your ethical positions on the emotion of disgust you should stop, it is entirely unjustified and leads to a huge amount of harm.

word-for-today

Word for today: wisdom of repugnance

The logical fallacy that because something disgusts you it must be bad

obscenicon-deactivated20231123

this is probably the funniest example of a tumblr user simply not reading the post theyre reblogging at all

steelblue8

Reblog if you are a freak who is justifying their gross actions

vulcanette-deactivated20260506

hydrachea

> turns on my computer

> disables a new AI feature that was turned on by default

> opens my email

> disables a new AI feature that was turned on by default

> launches a software

> disables a new AI fea

rneliflua

"shipping and blorbofication are not inherently at odds with understanding a story's deep themes" and "some people can't grasp the themes of a story because they never learned how to engage with stories outside of the lens of shipping and blorbofication" are two statements that can coexist

probuccalfat

avoidance is lowkey funny because it’s like i don’t want love on the off chance that it gets taken away from me and then i have to become john wick or something

probuccalfat

we’re all on the only social media that matters and this is why.

theartofmadeline

happy pride to the gay people in my computer <3

satan-offical

hey twin are you okay? your leitmotif is being played by a string instrument

starbitgamer

"I'm fine..."

*music changes key*

satan-offical

*battle motif starts playing*

"DON'T LIE TO ME TWIN!! WHAT'S WRONG?!!"

asocialitea

*motif solos on a piano*

“this is the end of the line, twin.”

satan-offical

*piano solo fades into epic guitar rendition*

"Not if I have anything to do with it, twin" *swings sword*

inkanddragons

“We still have time! Their leitmotif hasn’t started playing on the villain’s associated instrument yet!”

satan-offical

"You're right twin 2, however if we look at the contrast between the instruments used from their leitmotif in their introduction and the instruments now you can see that they lean closer to the villains associated instrument than the heros!"

tinylilemrys

The writer's barely disguised longing for a soft life shared with someone who loves them

leithillustration

The reader’s barely disguised longing for a soft life shared with someone who loves them

tokkibean

i do not “delete sentences” when they start “hindering the plot” i COPY PASTE THEM into a SEPARATE DOC made just for keeping all my USELESS LINES that i will also NEVER USE so therefore i should JUST DELETE THEM but i DONT because id FEEL BAD if i did

harpyharpyharpy

You don't actually have to kill your darlings. You can just put them in the oubliette #myoubliette

figowl

I do this too, I call it the compost pile. Occasionally I turn the pile over and see if any darlings have turned into useful worms or nutrients for the story as it has progressed.

ghostfiish

Not only was I the only one who ended up getting a ticket for my particular screening of the Backrooms... but also, besides the concessions staff, the entire theater was completely empty

I think I may have had the most appropriate viewing experience possible

stargoyle

"This person has a secret onlyfans!" "This artist does NSFW commissions!" "This author writes porn on the side!" I cannot begin to tell you how swag and awesome that is.

biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist

When we were children, my sister had private music lessons at her violin teacher’s house. I only visited there once, but I still remember that afternoon. The teacher had an artificial pond in her yard, a large beautiful thing with lily pads and plant life. And in the pond, there were goldfish. I had never seen such enormous goldfish.

I spent several minutes just staring at them (and trying to convince them to bite my fingers.) When my sister’s violin lesson ended, her teacher came out to the yard and explained that these goldfish were the same small creatures that were often unfortunately sold in plastic bags at state fairs. They were only about two inches long apiece, when she bought them and put them in the new, empty pond. In essence, they were like every goldfish I had seen before, but they had been given a much larger, much richer environment in which to flourish. As a result, they had grown into some of the most remarkable, vibrant creatures my twelve-year-old self had ever met with. All because of a pond.

Funny what lessons children remember. My sister doesn’t play the violin anymore, but that was the first time I caught a glimpse of the overwhelming extent to which it matters, the way the world treats us.