Got reminded again of my old coworker who was a massive misogynist but also trans inclusive. Told me he believed trans women are indeed women because "only women would be stupid enough to want to be women"
He also aggressively corrected himself whenever he accidentally misgendered a trans guy we knew because "there's already more women than men in the world, the more numbers we steal from them, the better." Did that even when the trans guy wasn't around.
I need to point out that he was completely serious btw. This man had no sense of humor if he tried.
He was a cook at the restaurant/bar I was a bartender at, and almost punched a costumer once because he overheard him talking about how women belong in the kitchen. Told me he thought women should stay out of kitchens, that cooking is a man's job and when I asked him what he thinks women should be doing, he went quiet for a moment, then proceeded to explain to me the following
"I trust a bitch to run a kitchen as much as she can run a country, they should do shit like plumbing. Or electricity. Something you can just learn to do and don't need to lead, you know?"
Apparently women are good at "fixing shit". He claimed that he doesn't trust male plumbers or electricians except if they're gay because "something most be wrong with you if you want to go fix other people's houses, that's that maternal instinct"
My last Guy post so i'm just going to drop the rest of opinions i got from him during my time working there (i was the only one who asked for his thoughts and he loved giving them). Plua bonus fun facts
- women should obviously be allowed to vote because "it's not fair they could get out of it like that." He got very mad at the idea, as if it was somehow an issue because women wanted to have it easy and be lazy
- he believed watching porn is the same as getting cucked. When asked for further elaboration, he claimed the best way to jerk off is "like a fidget thing when you're doing something else. Like watching football. It's not a big deal."
- i'm like 100% sure he might've been asexual because he was very vocal about not dating or having sex with women 'anymore'. He "tried it a few times and it was just kinda gross and sweaty, people have to lie about how good it is or something". Also said he wasn't gay because men made him feel nothing anyway.
- i've never met a man this angry in my life, he cooked with passion but his passion was out of pure rage. He smoked like a chimney but never in the kitchen. Let us steal snacks and desserts whenever he got angry at our boss.
- i've never learnt his opinions on any racial issues because the moment someone would bring up race he'd go on a rant about how much he hated that our race is called "white" because "beige is also a color" and "he didn't get a tan just to be still called white".
- he had a rescue cat named Tomcat (or my language's word for a male cat) which was a girl when he got it, but he got her sterilized and that meant she wasnt a girl anymore apparently. Also he claimed a girl cat wouldn't want to watch football with him but 'he' does and that clearly just makes 'him' a eunuch, "or whatever that third thing is. Binarless. Whatever. You know."
- he said he lives off of fast food and takeout and beer because he had enough of cooking at work and that the only reason he has pots and pans at home is to cook for Tomcat. he was convinced processed cat food was the reason housecats got cancer.
- i'm pretty sure all he did in life was watch football, go to work, go to the gym, and learnt Ukrainian online, because our other cook was a ukranian woman who would often speak to her friends on the phone in Ukrainian and he was so sure they were talking shit about him. She told me that they indeed were. By the time i worked there he's been learning it for about ten months and they would sometimes got in screaming matches with eachother in a mix of Ukrainian and our language. They hated eachother but when her abusive ex came to us to talk to her he'd yell at him until he left because apparently the guy owed him forty bucks.
- a coworker once complained about a painful period and he chimed in to say that if he were a woman he'd just get pregnant to not have to deal with that. He was very convinced that pregnant women are treated better by society and that if you give a kid up for adoption you get paid for it. When asked about how he'd deal with all the issues pregnancy can give you, he thought for a long moment and say that he doesnt even like beer that much and could probably give it up for that, cause he's not stupid enough to want a period.
He was a pretty shitty person and very unlikable but honestly I have to respect that type of hatred for the world that he carried. Also fascinating opinions and I am grateful i got to study him in his natural environment.
Apparently this is a universal experience because yeah all of our cooks were.... out there, even if Guy was the most.
It was a small restaurant/bar, we only had three cooks and they would sometimes work solo or all together if it was a busy day. No HR and only our boss to complain to, who was nice but gave us all a lot of leeway as long as we made money and didn't have the cops called.
We had the Guy, the ukrainian lady, and Big Guy who was 6'5 bear of a conspiracy theorist and ignored me whenever i tried to talk to him because I wasn't a permanent employee. None of them got along, our Guy was scared of Big Guy, BG didn't speak to him except for the kitchen stuff, and they would both argue to the point of screaming with Lady (who was actually pretty chill. trying her best to be an ally but she did have the spirit. Would make us take shots during rush hour for courage).
The argument of theirs I remember best was them talking shit about an obviously trans woman whom none of them liked because she would order her salad 'weird' (after she left). They all had the same negative opinion of her but still almost got in a three-way fistfight after the BG called her a man offhandedly
Lady: "That he is a woman, (BG)"
Guy: "When have you ever seen a dude bitch about the leaves being too big?? Which normal person would even notice that. She even left the skin (on the salmon that was included), why do I even bother crispying it if noone's gonna-"
BG: "I don't care if it says it's a man or a woman, it's a bitch is what it is, hey you" (aimed at me) "next time a freak asks for accommodations you tell them no or someone is spitting in it" (and i'm pretty sure he meant 'freak' as in 'freak who orders like that' and not 'trans person' but yknow. you never know)
Then Lady screamed at him that nobody is spitting in anyone's food in her kitchen, Guy got upset about her calling the kitchen hers and started yelling at her, she started yelling back, Big Guy rolled his eyes and went to smoke in the women's bathroom (a single toilet stall) and I had to go deal with costumers who were trying to steal one of our tables outside so i missed how it ended but they both pulled me aside during the next week to complain about the other.
There is absolutely no call for a live-action remake movie of KPop Demon Hunters. However. A concert? An in-character, immersive live concert?
Imagine the thrill of a totally staged, not at all real demon fight in “How It’s Done” (maybe even with Huntrix missing their initial cue and being a moment late). Imagine seeing the Honmoon shimmer when you cheer, applaud and sing along. And then seeing the pink tears appear in it after “Soda Pop” and increase during “Takedown”. Imagine the atmosphere of “Your Idol”. “Listen ‘cause I’m -” Jinu holds his microphone out to the crowd. “PREACHING TO THE CHOIR,” you scream, as virtual pink flames rise in the background. Imagine the energy of “What It Sounds Like”, growing from Rumi’s solemn solo to the Huntrix harmony to everyone, and the section where audience chanting carries the vocals. Feeling the power of your voices all combined reverberate through your bodies.
he reads hermitcraft ship fanfic but exclusively the yaoi
"grian and scar are canonically gay and hooking up all the time"
none of the hermits are sleeping together which hes very disappointed about because he thinks a hermitcraft wedding at the courthouse would be fun and so would a hermitcraft baby and the divorce would be decided by coinflip
hes thought a lot about it and decided hes not into men
his way of deciding this was by imagining himself passionately tongue kissing handsome men
however ren could turn him gay especially if his hair grows out
:3 is my favorite. Full of deceit and silliness. The jester’s face. The culmination of all that’s chaotic and ever changing.
:) can be ominous, if it’s alone or accompanied by odd context! But sometimes, it’s yer friendly ol smile.
:] is a friendly face. That is a friend. Look at it. What harm could it possibly do?
People joke about Dazai and Chuuya being romantically experienced or whatever, but I think it's the opposite. Chuuya doesn't know what that stuff is because Mori thinks it's funny
One by one they appeared in the space. The space of endless darkness so many of them had called home for so long. The distant lives they had once lived twinkled off in the distance, one, two, three, four, five, six.
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edits: grammar and spelling
He appeared first, his clothes returning to their previous state no longer stained by the blood that had been shed. The coral returned to his body, growing up his sides. This was not his first return but the feeling was still new. He floated through the space to a large clam with soft blankets piled inside and sat. In the side the words “Mean gills” were etched. He wasn’t sure who would appear next but he leaned back into the blankets to wait.
“WHAT?!” As the second person appeared he stumbled forward holding a sword and wearing a poncho embroidered with flowers. “NO-HO-HOOOOOO! What just happened?!” He walked over to a bed beside the first person’s. It was simple with a comforter covered in sunflowers with the words “Trader scar’s” on it.
“Ooh, how’d you get out?” The first person asked.
“It was horrible Martyn!” He complained, pulling the comforter back to reveal a small plushie of a snail. “NO! THE SNAILS!” He grabbed it and threw it away into the space they lived in.
“Ah…” Martyn nodded.
“Do you have yours here too???” He gasped.
Martyn looked around in his blankets but shook his head. “Only you I guess.”
He appeared next, teal hair floating in soft curls as he gasped. The pain inflicted on him was gone. He smiled, he knew he couldn’t have won but a part of him was still disappointed.
“Hey Scott!” The second one called.
“Hi Scar,” He responded.
“How are you?” Martyn said, glancing up at him.
“Fine,” The teal haired one responded, floating to a four poster bed lined with spruce. The words “gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss” scrawled into it with cursive writing. “I wanted to stay a little longer.”
“Yeah, the time between these does not last fast.”
“Right you are,” Scott said, sitting up on his bed.
“What happened with the bamboozlers?!” Scar asked, leaning forward with excitement.
“Grian just killed them,” Scott said.
“WHAT?!” Scar fell back on his bed. “Oh when he gets here we’re gonna- I’m gonna yell at him!”
“Who do you think’ll be next?” Martyn asked.
“Who will win next or who’s coming back?” Scott looked over at his previous ally.
“Either,” Martyn said as a dog hopped off a nearby bed and floated over to be given attention.
“Hm-“ Scott was cut off as another person launched into the world.
A girl wearing a long red cloak holding an axe stumbled forward. “NO!” She yelled upwards. The dog leapt from Martyn’s clam bed and ran over to the girl. “TILLY!” She cried, slinging the axe into a holder on her back and pulling the fluffy wolf into a big hug.
“Hi Pearl,” Scott called from his bed, waving.
“Hiya,” She walked over to the bed in between theirs. A large rectangular mattress that resembled a dog bed covered in red blankets. She flopped backwards onto it, putting her axe into a slot behind the bed so its blood-stained blade hung over her head. Written in the same delicate cursive were the words “divorce quartet” that had been crossed out and in chunky uneven letters replaced with “Tilly and me”.
“How was it?” Scott asked leaning towards her.
Tilly hopped up on the bed and settled on top of Pearl. “Fine, Gem died.“ She said sourly.
“Wishing she could join us?” Martyn teased.
Before Pearl could respond a redheaded girl fell into the world, her eyes narrowed in daggers. Her skin was green and had chunks torn out in areas that made it seem like it could fall off at any moment. “I tried avenging you!” She cried, standing up and pointing at Pearl. “I did!”
The dog on Pearls lap bared her teeth. “Relax baby,” Pearl crooned, petting her, “we’re over it.” She looked back at the girl, “Thanks Cleo.”
“How much longer will Grian be there?!” Scar scoffed, “He didn’t live nearly this long before!”
“There’s only a few left now,” Cleo said, “It’s almost over.” She walked over to a bed beside Scar’s that was covered in green sheets and a jester hat leaning off the side. On her bed the word “JOKER” was written.
“Come on! I have to yell at him for killing my team!” Scar rolled his eyes.
“WOOO!” As if he were summoned the last owner of the six beds ran into the space, holding a sword high above him. The threads of his fluffy red sweater snapped as two rainbow wings stretched out from his back. He ran over to his bed beside Scott’s which had some red blankets, a couple flowers near the bottom and the words “desert duo” written on it. He reached to the back of his bed and pulled out a gold crown, happily placing it on his head. “There’s a new champion!” He announced, his eyes flashing purple.
“Grian I can’t believe you killed my teammates!” Scar shouted, “I thought we were friends!”
“It’s a death match!” Grian argued from across the semi circle of beds.
“Everyone get your crowns!” Scott called, grabbing a flower crown of poppies and placing it on his head.
Pearl pulled her red hood up over head and Tilly sat up next to her. Martyn placed a crown of interlocking colorful coral pieces on his head while Cleo donned the jester hat that sat on her bed. Scar put on a diamond helmet grumpily. “Do you think we could change mine?”
“Bargain with the watchers man, there’s one rule,” Martyn said, leaning back against the clam shell.
“THE WINNER OF WILD LIFE IS, DRUMROLL PLEASE,” Grian shouted. The champions slammed their hands repetitively against their beds.
Then he appeared, grinning with fluffy dark brown hair with a green streak through it. “WOAH!”
“JOEL?!” Scott gasped.
“Heyyy!” Pearl called, “Congratulations!”
He whirled around, looking at all of them. “Where are we? And what-“ He broke off as his eyes flashed purple and went wide.
The champions all exchanged knowing smiles. After a moment he blinked, stumbling backwards. “Done?” Grian asked.
“We’ve done this SEVEN TIMES?!” Joel gasped.
“Welcome to the winners’ circle!” Grian announced.
“The bad boys!” Joel looked at Grian and grinned, “and the relationSHIP! The mounders! The-woah!” He stared at them all. “Do you all know?”
“Pretty much yeah,” Martyn nodded.
Joel looked at all of their beds and his eyes landed on one next to Cleo’s. A black car with red racing stripes piled high with blankets. On the side was written “THE FAMILY!” He ran over and bounced onto it. “No way! But what about Gem?”
“She doesn’t get to come with you unfortunately,” Grian said.
Joel went silent. “Oh.”
“Yeah,” Pearl sighed. Tilly hopped off of her bed and walked over to Joel, pushing her head under his hand.
“Can we go back?” Joel asked.
“Not exactly,” Grian explained, “If we do, and that’s not really up to us, she won’t remember.”
Joel’s mouth fell open. “WHAT?! This is what winning is?! Your team forgetting you?!”
“We remember,” Scar offered.
“And if she wins, she will too,” Cleo said.
Joel’s face hardened with determination. “So she’s gotta win the next one.”
“It might not be for a long time,” Martyn warned.
“If at all,” Grian added.
Joel sighed and looked around the rest of his bed. On the headboard (which was the spoiler of the car) were a line of snails of all different colors and designs. “Do you have a crown?” Pearl asked, leaning forward to see.
“Uh I don’t know,” he stood up and started looking around the car bed. “Where would it be?”
“Check the trunk?” Martyn suggested.
Joel walked around the back of the car and opened the trunk, pulling out a large hollow foam dice block. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!” He shouted, tossing it across the space.
Tilly dove after it, grabbing it and happily carrying it back to him. An uproar of laughter circled the area. “You got a dice?!” Cleo gasped, rolling backwards in her bed. Tilly, rather forcefully, shoved the dice block into his hand. Each of the sides had a different number of dots on it each a different shade of red green and yellow.
Reluctantly Joel put the dice block on. “Joel you look fabulous!” Scott teased from across the room.
“Well you died before me so!” Joel yelled at him.
“Oh god his egos going to be even worse now!” Martyn exclaimed.
“At least I don’t have a diamond helmet,” Joel said sitting back down in his bed.
“Hey!” Scar gasped.
Tilly bounded away, climbing onto Pearl’s lap. “So what do we do now?” Joel asked.
“We wait,” Grian said.
“For what?” Joel looked around the circle.
“For a new game,” Scott explained.
Joel nodded. “What if there isn’t one?”
“I don’t think we’ll have to worry about that,” Grian said, his eyes flashing purple.
As they talked, the lights far behind them illuminated. Shining out from the doors that had been closed. The one miles behind Grian marked with three hearts, the one behind Scott marked with a heart sliced down the middle, the one behind Pearl two hearts connected with a string, the one behind Martyn a heart shaped clock, the one behind Scar a scroll with a heart drawn on it, and the one behind Cleo an anatomical heart. Far behind Joel the seventh door closed, showing the carving of a dice block with a heart on it.
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