given the current climate this pride especially i feel i must mention that i love my trans friends, i stand with trans people in the fight against transphobic legislation and those who would enforce it, and this blog is not a good place for you to be if you do not vibe with that
this is going around twitter rn but im also super curious: please tell me your top four comfort movies that you’re always down to watch bc my friend thinks mine are ridiculous and now we’ve realised everyone’s version of “comfort” is hilariously different
What do you mean “chat” is now referring to ChatGPT and not twitch chat? What? What? What the fuck? No?
When I address chat I am speaking to a presumed Greek chorus of real human people shitposting on their lunch break, not a machine that devours lakes to covert electricity into slop.
i love you minecraft youtube, i love you minecraft storytelling, i love you improvised minecraft roleplay, i love you non traditional media, i love you block men who have literally made me shed tears, i love you medium that allows for use of imagination, i love you incredible and devastating plots delivered via silly mc mechanics
I think I am officially Fandom Old. I am so worn out from the arguments on who's the top or the bottom (who cares), what is allowed to be written (anything you want, bejeebus), what is Problematic (I know, just tag it), what other people Should Do (they Should live their lives free of judgment). There isn't a Right Way to do things. Tag your stuff appropriately, don't read stuff you don't want to read, and leave other people (me) alone.
There is nothing quite like the freedom of having gone through all of the Discourse and come out the other side into the promised land of Not Giving A Fuck.
i dont want a childproofed internet i am almost 30 fucking years old. give your kid an internet safety talk and stop making it the problem of every adult on the planet every time some cryptkeeper legislator gets the brilliant idea (via conservative lobbying) to push through yet another bill gutting our access to free expression + increasing the powers of the surveillance state + lining the pockets of Big Data in the name of Protecting The Kids they wont even feed. this shit is exhausting i can’t believe we’re going to be fighting about it for the rest of my life
loved your breakdown of how things are going for hollanov’s relationship in the show so far from shane’s perspective can we please see one from ilyas too your take on them is so interesting and correct
oh this is fun lol. okay let's cast our minds back. here's what's happened so far from ilya's perspective:
you get a certain Vibe from the nerdy uptight 2OA draft pick who's being set up to be your rival. you're not 100% sure what his deal is but you're 10000% sure it'll be fun to needle him a little because you like getting under people's skin and this kid is wound TIGHT.
you were uh. perhaps not expecting him to pop a boner looking at your beautiful bubble butt in the showers but listen, you are an opportunist and (we must say it) a total slut. you are always open to having a little fun, even or especially if that fun is a Really Bad Idea. it's hot and also you habitually engage in potentially self-destructive behaviors that could blow up your entire life because of your unresolved daddy issues.
the guy is sooooooo needy and eager to please and it's pretty hot. you're willing to take that for a spin again.
you hook up again. you exact a promise from him that you'll get to fuck him next time. except next time has to get rescheduled and then you don't see him again for a while and then suddenly he's playing hard to get which is a turn-on and unexpected because he's such a dweeb. how does he have game? it's fun to text him shit you know will make him blush or piss him off and the fact that he won't let you tap that even though you KNOW how thirsty he is for it is kinda delightful and is making you all kinds of competitive. this goes on for TWO. YEARS. you are of course fucking other people the whole time but you get kinda fixated on the idea of fucking shane hollander. in short you develop a big ol crush on this nerd but you aren't self-aware enough to register that.
you finally hook up again. tender & hot first time anal. it is hot but also unexpectedly sweet. he's such a dork. you ask jokingly if it was worth the wait and in answer he kisses your forehead. you feel a vague sense of uneasiness and an inarticulate need to escape the situation. you should go! you should go. you're going to go.
in sochi he tries to approach you and ask how you're doing like you're friends or something. this would probably not be an issue on its own but combined with your immensely stressful family shit and your professional humiliation on the international stage you cannot fucking deal. but also you won't fuck your old fuckbuddy from back in the day for reasons you are not going to examine. and also you will keep looking at the boring text from shane you never answered. god you are so emotionally obtuse it is insane. you are going to deal with all of these feelings you're not letting yourself register as feelings by ghosting the guy you like for six months. you are not at any point going to consciously think about why you are doing this. you just feel the antsy need to get the fuck out of this situation. you're a busy guy and there are lots of fish in the sea. you don't need to be fucking around with shane hollander.
but hey...... when you see shane hollander again at the awards ceremony.... he's cute and it's fun to get under his skin. you can't quite stop yourself from provoking a reaction. you make him jealous before you go on stage. you feel him up on stage because why not. what were you so worried about? it can be easy like it was before. maybe you guys can just pick up where you left off with the whole casual sex and rivals bantering over text thing. except then he runs off and you chase him down and uh oh. he's crying in a bathroom. that's not what you meant to happen. please see this post for the rest of the bathroom scene lol.
you have a GREAT plan for restoring equilibrium. you just won't kiss him! kissing makes things confusing for him. kissing also makes things confusing for you because of the things you feel when you're kissing him but you are so deep in denial about your own emotional needs that this does not register for you. you will also not touch him! you'll make him touch himself. this will be hot and sexy, like porn. this will be stripped of all intimacy and emotion, like porn. this will be just a means to get off that does not satisfy your deep craving for human connection in the slightest, like porn. also it makes you feel in control when you tell him what to do and he obeys you. and you need to feel that way, because so much in your life feels like it careening out of your control. like nothing you do can fix anything or change anything or bring anyone back. like you are spinning out on the edge of a precipice and there is nobody to reel you back in. so touch yourself, hollander. show off for me. i want to watch you.
and then he tells you that he needs you. he just straight up says: i need you. he just SAYS it. like he means it. like it costs him nothing to admit it. you HAVE to touch him then because you have no control you are so out of control you feel so out of control but not to worry! you can at least fuck him from behind and intentionally not kiss him and then kick him out so you can have a completely silent panic attack in the bed although you don't register it as panic because that would mean admitting that you are afraid. you are terrified of shane hollander. this is a man who can look you dead in the eye and say I need you. this is Not Safe.
fortunately you can immediately flee to a different continent, where you spend the summer sleeping around and drinking more than a pro athlete should in the offseason and staring at your phone in case he texts. then you guys just keep hooking up. you keep hooking up! and over time your behaviors around casual sex with women change enough that your childhood bff who knows you better than anyone else assumes you must be seeing someone and it must be serious. however you have never made a practice of looking under the hood of your own psyche and you are certainly not about to start now! maybe you can somehow get everything you want while risking nothing. you can keep sleeping with shane hollander and you can keep text flirting with shane hollander and you can invite shane hollander to your home and ask him to stay the night and this is fine. it will be fine.
then you attempt what might be the most disastrous defining the relationship talk in recorded history, in which you inadvertently define the relationship as: completely meaningless to you. way less important than all the casual to semi-serious sex you're busy having with women that's for sure. to be honest it's not even clear that YOU know what you're trying to do in this conversation. you sort of want to find out for sure if shane's gay so you know he's not fucking anyone else. you also want to make it clear that like, you have loads of options. virtually unlimited options. an all you can eat pussy buffet. you're not waiting for the phone for shane hollander (you have LITERALLY spent two full summers waiting by the phone for shane hollander). you somehow manage to imply that the guy you want to keep having sex with indefinitely should get himself a girlfriend, while also conveying to him that you find him boring but keep him around because you've trained him to blow you the way you like. nobody has ever fumbled the bag like this, ever. it is jaw-dropping. it is incredible. it is a testament to the fact that you are so terrified of emotional intimacy that instead of opening your mouth and saying "i have feelings for you" you instead open your mouth and effectively end your years-long situationship. although before the end you do manage to call him by his first name while coming, which freaks him out because what the fuck is happening. is this nothing or is it something. he can't handle this and who can blame him. he flees.
you do not follow up. in fact you seem to decide that the best way to handle this is to say nothing and to pretend it didn't happen. from your perspective you just invited your guy into deeper intimacy. you brought him to your house. you asked him to stay over. you said the words 'i like you' out loud. you attempted to tell him (in the most unbelievably garbled way imaginable) that you maybe probably might cut back on the sex with women for a while. you CUDDLED him on the COUCH like an IDIOT. you choked out his first name while orgasming. and he responded to all of this by dumping you while you were sitting there on the couch half naked with your dick still out. you are going to be spiraling about this for the rest of your miserable time on this earth. THIS is why you should NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER HAVE A FEELING MUCH LESS VOICE IT OUT LOUD TO ANOTHER HUMAN BEING!!!!!!!!!!!!
THEN he gets a HOT FAMOUS GIRLFRIEND and he brings her to his GAMES and puts her in his JERSEY on the JUMBOTRON. he's probably having SEX with her. he's NEVER going to touch you again he's NEVER going to suck your dick he's NEVER going to text you his dweeby little attempts at chirps he's NEVER going to go down for you in that way that makes you feel like even amidst all the horrible out of control bullshit in your life there's this one small quiet oasis of peace that nothing else can touch. if you don't rush out to get hammered and have empty meaningless sex with a stranger who doesn't give a shit about you you might die. you might actually die. you kind of feel like you're dying right now.