the problem with visual novels is that they are novels, but they are almost exclusively sold on video game distribution platforms, which means that they're novels being read by gamers who are by and large entirely unequipped to critique that medium
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the problem with visual novels is that they are novels, but they are almost exclusively sold on video game distribution platforms, which means that they're novels being read by gamers who are by and large entirely unequipped to critique that medium
Starting Pride Month off with Digidober
leitmotifs never get old to me like holy shit dude there’s this melody that corresponds to this one guy and if you hear the melody it means the guy is there. holy shit. and sometimes it refers to ideas too not just guys. has anyone heard about this
Sometimes something fucked up happens to the guy and their melody gets fucked up too. Sometimes the thing that fucked them up also has its own melody and when the first melody gets fucked up the second melody gets mixed in
no fucking way dude. are you serious
I just want my OTP to derrive meaning from each other in a way that would be incredibly unhealthy and codependent if two people did that in real life but is profoundly poetic and romantic within the context of a fictional piece of media in consuming.
Sometimes a family is you, your kohai, her estranged sister, your homeroom teacher, and King Arthur
waking up cold: alright I need more blankies
waking up hot: covers thrown everywhere. sweat behind the kneecaps. 3 dead. the pillow is the sun. critical condition.
when i was a tiny baby queer (aka a 24-year-old), i went to my first pride festival probably three months after i kicked ex-gay therapy to the curb and came out to my parents. being the people they are, my parents came with me. they weren’t really sure about this whole gay thing, but they loved me and wanted me to be safe and happy and wanted to be involved in what was important to me, so they came along. (i also think my mother still might have thought i might get drugged or murdered or beaten by a protester of which there were plenty.)
anyway i wanted a memento of my first pride, you know, and this one vendor was selling keyrings, and i liked it, so i bought one. do you remember those italian charm bracelets that were all the rage like 10-15 years ago? it was a keychain like that, and it had a rainbow rooster, a rainbow cat, and then just a rainbow, and so I bought it.
i run into my mom a couple of vendors over and she goes oh you bought something? what’d you get? so i showed her, and i was like, “I’m not sure why it’s a rooster and a cat. Seems kind of random. But I liked the rainbows.”
and my mom, who was some form of minister’s wife for most of my childhood and teenagerhood, stares at me like she thinks i’m joking.
“What?” i say.
“…it’s a cock and a pussy, Jules,” she says flatly, and that is the story of how i died at the age of 24 while attending my first pride festival.
I love how every June this one gets dug up and passed around again, lmao.
oh no is this what we’re doing now
…relic…
*crumbles and blows away on the wind*
if you are a parent, or may become one, or you are otherwise likely to arrive in the situation of caring for a child while they eat, promise me this: if a child doesn't like a certain food or food group, you will ask them WHY. and specifically, you will pay attention to either confirming or ruling out "it makes my mouth itch" or "it makes my stomach hurt," both of which are medically important info that children may not provide unprompted. which i know because this PSA has been brought to you by "i spent my entire childhood and much of my early teens eating peas and lentils while wondering why everyone else liked the Violently Itchy Mouth Sensation so much, like were they a bunch of legume masochists or something, before i finally realized that Violently Itchy Mouth Sensation was in fact a sinister demon appearing only to me, and her true demonic name was: Legume Allergy"
Do not let your child suffer from spicy bananas!
critically acclaimed but the critics are me and my mutuals
I don’t know who needs to hear this but if you are tolerating your extremely shitty parents just so your child can have grandparents, don’t. If they make you feel like shit, the chances they add value to your child’s life are very slim.
Children are a lot more perceptive than people give them credit for, I think. Adults fail to acknowledge that children do not like adults who are cruel to people they love, manipulative, manipulative, untrustworthy, etc. The love of a child for their grandparent is not inherently unconditional. I know I had friends growing up who had ‘mean’ grandparents they did not like, I know I held a grudge against my grandma for upsetting my mom. Children notice, if it isn’t good for you, it isn’t good for them.
you think that you're so alone in the world then you read literature from hundreds of years ago and you realize that other people have always felt this way
"siblings or dating?" *and
If you have a fucked up sicknasty fanfic you've been thinking about sharing but are unsure, this post is your sign to run to AO3 and Just Do It: 1. Someone somewhere wants to read it. Even if it's only one person, that person matters
2. Your creativity matters and so does your ability to share it
3. Serial harassers in fandom spaces are beginning to express discomfort that sites like AO3 completely strip their ability to do anything about fic they don't like, sometimes going as far as leaving entire fandoms due to the influx of "problematic fiction without a chance for consequences to the author". Posting your fanworks to AO3 actively contributes to making harassers feel unsafe and powerless in fandom
4. Militant anti-fanfic content creators also cannot do anything about fic posted to AO3
5. You can post anonymously to AO3, with the ability to de-anonymize at any time
6. You can moderate comments before making them visible on your fic, restrict comments to logged-in users only, or turn off comments altogether, meaning you can post anonymously and completely turn off comments if you choose
Sometimes I'll be looking at bullshit online that I know will just rile me up and I have to think of this image to get myself to stop
grabs you by the shoulders. do NOT listen to that tumblr post or snarky comment. use that harmless trope you like even if it's been done over and over. add that bit to your character design if you find it fun or cool. give them a giant impractical weapon. have them kill that guy. have them kiss that other character if you like the idea. have fun with what you're making, originality be damned, if you're sincere it will shine.
create for the love of god create and have fun and don't do it to be the best, do it because you like making things. this doesn't just go for writing and drawing alone it ALSO goes for candle making, resin art, calligraphy, burning dvds, music, video editing, knitting, whatever you fill your time with to feel alive. we're gonna make it through this but we'll need hobbies to get us through.
your third eye opens the second you start shipping siblings
"this would be so good if it was good" might just be my favourite sentence to use when analysing any media
because it's not a meaningless thing to say
some things will always be mid at best, but sometimes things that suck could be so good, if only they were good