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we're not kids anymore.
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Gooseworx is stronger than me because if my introspective transgender theme narrative about identity and accepting your circumstances was infiltrated by media iliterate 12 year olds who treated my work like it was fnaf and said my self insert of me at my worst was literally the worst person who deserved nothing but the worst and could not recover ever i would actually fucking explode. I would kill people. How does she do it.
anyways. jax and gangle's relationship is such a palpably clear example of abuse and im fascinated on how little that is touched on by the audience. the way jax despises gangle and her presentation. the way gangle gets to jax in a way that threatens her so badly. the way jax felt so targeted after his discussion with ribbit that he likely feels anyone could be looking at him and connecting dots he doesnt want connected at any moment. gangle being the most vulnerable woman in the circus at the time that jax can let his pent up frustration and internalized misogyny onto. the way jax named her. the way gangle cant get herself to cry when he abstracts. the heartbreak of seeing someone destroy themself so much that you can SEE the ripple effects. he self destructs so badly that the shrapnel from the blast just tears into gangle one million times over. the way that Jax denying her own truth led to her attacking what she saw of herself in others.
in another life we're all friends
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The red dot slowly gaining arms and legs and taking on a human shape the closer Caine gets to the real world and understanding humanity and the entire sequence of him slowly summoning the building blocks like he's learning to create again and his determination and fear of learning and growing and changing as he shatters the barriers put before him and he might not be human but he is in all the important ways-
I love that little AI he did nothing wrong
TH--THEYRE EMO?!?!
I kinda like the idea of jax becoming a cautionary tale of what happens when you let dysphoria and self hatred eat you alive. I've met so many of him IRL in my own circles. I think people need to hear it. I need more characters who eat themselves alive and actually have to suffer the consequences of not choosing to be better. It's pretty refreshing to see a different and nuanced take on dysphoria and how it doesn't always manifest the way you would expect.
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I don't think I actually posted the gatefold art I did for the Monkey Man vinyl!
Excited to share some other vinyl artwork I did earlier this year (dunno when), and would love to do more in '25
Happy 24-6-01!
its kind of distressing how you can tell a lot of people see popular indie artists and writers and such as like "a Celebrity but one which i stand a half decent chance of bullying to death"
And they hold them to much MUCH higher standards as well. They expect them to be perfect paragons in every regard and never slip up in the tamest mildest way even once, while faceless multi-million dollar conglomerate productions get a pass for all kinds of heinous stuff, and mainstream celebrities (especially straight white cis male ones) are applauded for showing the most basic glimmers of decency.
I have been reflecting lately on the standards of 'professionalism' that people expect from indie creators, and realising that really, no matter how you try and dress it up, it's not actually reasonable to expect any human to be able to sustain being viscerally hated by that many people at once. That level of vitriol and dislike is difficult for anyone to handle. The only solution for creators is to basically withdraw from where they have unfiltered access to fan reactions, and have someone else moderate all that for them to limit their direct access.
There's a lot of talk about whether or not it's reasonable to hold them to this standard and that standard, of course, and what should get a free pass and what should not, yet when it comes down to it, I think the most important thing to remember is very simple: it's never acceptable to pile on and send hate and insults and threats.
People conducting themselves respectfully and actually remembering there's another person on the other end of things, and not gleefully jumping onto a hate bandwagon would solve most of these issues.
its kind of distressing how you can tell a lot of people see popular indie artists and writers and such as like "a Celebrity but one which i stand a half decent chance of bullying to death"
And they hold them to much MUCH higher standards as well. They expect them to be perfect paragons in every regard and never slip up in the tamest mildest way even once, while faceless multi-million dollar conglomerate productions get a pass for all kinds of heinous stuff, and mainstream celebrities (especially straight white cis male ones) are applauded for showing the most basic glimmers of decency.
I have been reflecting lately on the standards of 'professionalism' that people expect from indie creators, and realising that really, no matter how you try and dress it up, it's not actually reasonable to expect any human to be able to sustain being viscerally hated by that many people at once. That level of vitriol and dislike is difficult for anyone to handle. The only solution for creators is to basically withdraw from where they have unfiltered access to fan reactions, and have someone else moderate all that for them to limit their direct access.
There's a lot of talk about whether or not it's reasonable to hold them to this standard and that standard, of course, and what should get a free pass and what should not, yet when it comes down to it, I think the most important thing to remember is very simple: it's never acceptable to pile on and send hate and insults and threats.
People conducting themselves respectfully and actually remembering there's another person on the other end of things, and not gleefully jumping onto a hate bandwagon would solve most of these issues.
One of my favorite scenes in Obsession (2026) is when Fake-Nikki talks about how she’d feel if Bear didn’t sleep with her. Her blood would go cold. Her hands would lose sensation, like sand, like “when you lay on them wrong”. Slowly, her whole body would feel that way.
“And then there’s nothing. It’s not darkness. No, sweetie. Darkness is a color. There’s just nothing.”
Yes, Fake-Nikki is saying she’d kill herself if he left, but she’s also explaining why. The movie extends so much empathy to the being possessing Nikki. Without Bear, Fake-Nikki has nothing. When she first approaches his car, she’s on training wheels, learning how to act like a person, like Nikki. She’s spent every moment of her possession tailoring that ‘personhood’ to what she thinks Bear desires, what he DOES desire until it disturbs him. She exists only to please Bear. She is unable to move or feel in his absence. When he leaves for a day without her, she can’t leave her place by the door, can’t control her bodily functions.
All her effort is spent repressing the real Nikki, redirecting her pushback, or trying to correct behaviors that will never be enough because they’ll never be real. She’s stuck in between desperate, blood curdling pain/frustration and the need to express endless and undying love, the need to be used, because Bear made her that way.
And when she isn’t tuned to the right channel, isn’t able to fulfill her function? She becomes static. And that’s the worst thing she can imagine.
the hansel and gretel monolog that Nikki wrote: