An Author I Love Just Tweeted About How “big Joy And Small Joy Are The Same” And How She Was Just

nothing is more disappointing than getting into a piece of media and finding out its not even gay

Some romantic subplots do not need conflict, per-say.

What do I mean?

I mean if you have a bigger story with a ton of stuff going on, a romance could be a place of rest to the character. A nice, stable relationship. That is only threatened when the big bad lobs a grenade at them and they need to fight over who jumps on it.

next transformers continuity i want the autobots to accidentally out themselves to earth when they realize the probe they just shook the dust off of has cameras and one day NASA wakes up to find that opportunity rover's back online and the first thing it recorded was a giant robot saying "well, fuck"

i remember being like 13/14 and starting to get REALLY pissed about capitalism and social inequality and corruption and all that stuff and the adults would be like “how sweet :) your rebellious phase :) you’ll get over it once you grow up and see how the REAL WORLD works :)” and guess what i did not get over it that WAS the real world and part of growing up is deciding if you’re going to give in and submit to it like all those adults around me did or if you’re going to stay fucking pissed

You know those anime meta posts along the lines of “I was born with pink hair. The doctors told my parents I was a Main Character and ever since my life has not known peace from demons/spirits/sports competitions/harems who find me”

Well I see that, and I raise you this:

An anime boy whose appearance is, by absolutely anyone’s account, completely and utterly average. Mundane hair. Mundane eyes. Not even glasses to set him the tiniest bit apart. A simple, unmemorable, unrecognizable civilian among a backdrop of millions.

And he has a lot of passions, and a lot of ambitions, which he hones every chance he gets. He’s dabbled in sports and archery and cooking and just about anything you could wrap a competition around. And he’s competed in many of these. Every chance he gets. With all of his passion and all of his might.

He’s crushed by the competition every single time.

Until one day–one day something clicks for him. Something that should have seemed obvious from the start and yet never was–as though everyone, including himself, was unwittingly blind to it. It clicks, when he realizes every kid who’s beaten him in competition, every kid who’s gone on to fame and glory and acclaim, has been some candy-haired gel-spiked ridiculously-dressed fucker. 

There’s some trend there that this Main Character boy can’t explain and can’t understand but he decides, this one time, fuck it. He’ll play along too. He’s got a model train competition in four days, and he’s got nothing more to lose. He hits up the department store, buys the pinkest, noxious-est, fruitiest hair dye he can find, the spikiest hair gel available, and the gaudiest clothes on the thrift rack. He enters the model train competition looking like a bubble gum gijinka.

And he wins.

Suddenly, the other candy-haired contestants notice him. They talk to him. They pledge rivalries. Girls notice him. Judges applaud him. Acclaimed model train aficionados offer him internships across the world. He’s hit on something. 

The main cast expands to cover just about every candy-hair cliche in the book: from the mostly-normal-looking demure school girl with the blue hair to the Naruto-est, yelling-est boy with the red-and-green spiked hair. The cool megane senpais, the purple haired tsunderes, suddenly everyone is interested in him. They’re prodigies and upstarts and underdogs and they truly believe that this main character boy is one of them.

So the main character boy maintains his ruse. He touches up his roots at dawn every morning and carefully attends to his gelled spikes and tells absolutely no one about this great, uncanny, unfathomable secret he’s stumbled upon. He wins his competitions left and right. He racks up the acclaim. He’s hailed as a prodigy of all trades, just now bursting onto the scene, and boils to the top of all his candy-haired peers.

He’s rising up, his every dream within his grasp. Until one day he gets a note under his door, taped to an old picture of his Normal Boring self from middle school, that says “You don’t belong”

[ID: A tweet by @karaokecomputer reading “I’m sensing a trend here” with three attached screenshots of other tweets.

The first screenshot shows a tweet by @AndrewSolender reading “BREAKING: NYPD have taken a knee in solidarity with protestors. #nycprotests.” This tweet is quoted by @diabliitax who adds “They beat the living shit out of us an hour after this.”

The second screenshot shows a tweet by @OrlandoPolice reading, “@OrlandoPDChief Rolon and @SheriffMina knelt down to pray with demonstrators for #GeorgeFloyd, and everyone hurting right now. Just as @orlandomayor says, Orlando is united in love, compassion, and understanding.” This tweet is quoted by @NeeNeinNyetNo who adds, “Literally 45 minutes later they maced us in the face for the crime of standing in their vicinity.”

The third screenshot is a tweet by @starrydanni reading, “PORTLAND PD AGREED TO TAKE A KNEE WITH PROTESTORS. THE MEDIA GOT THEIR PHOTOS IN. IMMEDIATELY GAS MASKS WERE PUT ON AND GASSED AN ENTIRE PARK”

End ID]

“Blink Motherfucker” an essay of Papyrus’ battle.

Papyrus’ battle is fucking weird an unnatural and here’s why.

Ok so, think about the battle sprites. 

Nabstablook’s eyes shake so, constatly moving. 

Toriel stays VERY still but her expression changes enough to make up for that.

(I couldn’t find a good gif so uh https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DmC-pihm8YE If you want proof)

Undyne? bouncing. hair blowing in the wind. 

Mad Dummy? bouncing. 

Mettaton? Dancing his motherfucking heart out. 

Asgore? bounceing. 

Asriel? flying around at the speed of sound. 

Sans? bouncing, swaying side to side. 

Almost all the other monsters bounce and sway as well. 

What’s weird about Papyrus’ battle is he doesn’t move at all.

His cape could be flowing in the wind. But no. Completely still. He could be moving at ALL but nope. But you know what’s REALLY WEIRD?? During the battle…Papyrus’ mouth doesn’t even move. watch a playthrough again….i’m right. 

During Papyrus’ date he moves, his mouth moves, his expression changes, he’s very active. 

But in his battle? Nothing. A statue. It’s like there’s a cardboard cut out of Papyrus.  Papyrus, the most active charecter in undertale not moving a mother fucking inch. 

Blink Motherfucker.

にじいろのものがたり by 邪仁寿（邪ニス）

Arguably one of the greatest art works I’ve ever seen. Check out the hi-res version in the link above, because Tumblr won’t let me post the full-size image in its original quality.

* Permission was granted by the artist to repost this work. I take absolutely no credit for this.

that post that's like "had a dream i asked michael jackson what his pronouns were and he said 'he/hee'" ruined my life personally i was at a funeral for a (shitty, abusive, so don't judge me) relative once when i remembered it and tried to stop myself from laughing that i broke a blood vessel in my eye