once every few weeks i remember exactly how bad the narrator of fight club wanted tyler durden to raw him and wake up in a cold sweat haunted by the hordes of straight dudes who thought that this character was heterosexual
straight dudes: boy, fight club sure does speak to our specific, heterosexual form of masculinity! what a classic!
fight club’s actual narrator: i am in love with a man
Slammed In the Ass By The Alternate Personality I Created to Vent My Frustration With Consumer Culture and My Confused Sense of Masculinity by Chuck Tingle
Palahniuk is openly gay as fuck and the idea that str8 boys see this incredibly homoerotic book by an incredibly homosexual man as Peak Het is forever hilarious to me
So if we extrapolate from this one-off line in episode fifteen, as well as this tweet by the creator and the answers given at this comic con panel from 2014, we can infer that this character’s relationship with salad is more complex than it first appears …
*pulls down sunglasses and points a flamethrower at the source material* Death of the author, baby.
im glad we’ve established that whiskey is Fucking Gay,
waddabout whiskey getting a crush on dex… with his soft hair and freckles and secret shy smile that he tries to hide but is actually adorable……..
dex having not one but TWO chill assholes to deal with RIP poindexter
but Whiskey isn’t shy about what he wants and let’s Dex know by giving him a look over and a wink and resumes his chill
RIP IN FUCKING PIECES. nursey not so subtlely fumes from where he’s sitting next to dex, scoots closer. dex is already red and flustered, looks over at nursey, who is now Very Close and Looking at him. looks away, even MORE red and flustered. whiskey and nursey passive aggressively flirting with dex around each other, except whiskey is cool about it while nursey clumsily stumbles over his words, and his feet, and dex’s feet honestly how is he an ncaa athlete.
but let’s not forget that nursey is the clumsy one! except now he’s doing this shit on purpose. always bumping into whiskey and spilling things on him and always going “oops” with the most outrageous deadpan look on his face and meanwhile whiskey just tries to outchill him with breakfast/lunch/dinner dripping from his hair
oh fuck i didnt even think about nursey spilling stuff on whiskey lmao thank u. geez these boys needa calm down, i dont wanna assume anything about the taddies positions but i dont think whiskey and nursey will be on the ice together enough to Have Problems there. but bitty or r&h will probably confront them about why theyre so salty anyway. team bond and such. nursey avoids the question, then decides he has a uhh paper to finish. whiskey straight up starts on how nursey needs to chill, he’s not dex’s fucking keeper. and thats when they realize……. that whiskey and nursey are Fighting over a Boy…… like fucking high school students…. r&h dont know whether to laugh or do the Captainly thing and have a stern talk about maturity and communication. so they do both. at the same time.
1. Don’t rub at the delicate skin underneath your eyes while frantically trying to clean the dregs of last night’s maddened house party make-up out of your skin before going out into the world. This will cause the infinitesimal fibres of your body to tear, releasing the inexpressible self-loathing that is the unnecessary but gross counter-balance to the wild egotism of your drunken self, causing you to age faster than your teetotaller best friend.
2. Stretch every night in a dark room. This releases the tensions of the day and relaxes your sinews for the troubled sleep and worrisome dreams to come, so that you can wake springing, without physical soreness, and amaze friends and colleagues with your youthful, swinging stride. The effect is almost more psychological than physical, and comes from knowing that even if your mind could not truly be at rest, at least your hamstrings slept in peace.
3. Once a month, after midnight, restless: spend hours meditatively examining every inch of your body on the bathroom floor, and trialling the strength of your ability to do no harm. Consider, then refrain from pressing down with the weight of the universe on blocked pores, read the stories of missed opportunities and sliding door moments in the split ends of your hair, see the faded lightning bolts of your growth into your place in the world in the stretch marks and scars, smell the uneasy brine of your hidden parts, and layer cream upon cream on top of yourself, as if you are the ocean crashing white and fresh at the high tide mark. Wake up, and wonder where your time has gone.
4. Get new sunglasses. Stare.
5. You know how your skin always looks perfectly airbrushed in your early morning blurry bathroom visit (before your eyes have adjusted into the daytime and the realities of the day ahead have set in, accompanied with the dread and knowledge that you will be constantly observed, analysed and responsible for an array of unnatural and finicky tasks, while always maintaining a presentable surface impression despite a roaring need to run under your cool surface)? To fix this, let yourself roll heavy with sleep back into bed, alone all day, periodically going to the bathroom as needed. Within weeks, you will see all the damage of years in the sun and human company magically reverse.
6. Go and see a doctor about what’s bothering you, even if you feel stupid or like it’s such a tiny thing. Worlds of relief and solutions open when you ask for scientific, rather than propagandised, help about those little bumps on your arms, these terrible recurring pains in your gut that nobody will speak of, or tell them how much trouble you are having with acne.
7. When you have a big party to go to, or even a small one, or even a date in a bar, reserve half your Saturday to prep time. When I say that, I don’t mean reserve it for the motions of styling your hair, your eyes, your body, your lips and your fighting teeth and nails, though these acts may be integrated. Reserve half your day to become slow and seductive in anticipation, drawing yourself baths, or lighting up conversations in with your friends, reading half a chapter of that book you always mean to read, then five chapters of an online story you are addicted to, play beats on as loud as they will go and fling open all the doors while you roam like a wild creature from the last millennia around the rooms of your house. Prepare your own soul for the face you want to wear tonight.
8. If you are having trouble with your sensitive, skin, particularly in gross sensitive places, try going commando for a while. Start with just in bed if this makes you uncomfortable, then if it’s working, graduate to day time. This may mean learning the art of the midi, the long camisole or the flowing pant. As a bonus, you learn how so much of what took for granted is not even necessary at all. The resulting look in your eyes will scare old friends and attract strangers with new ideas.
9. Exfoliate with a scrap of muslin cloth and the sense of scrappy, sloughing peace that you found in the garden of a woman who is either your mother, or who you wish were your mother. Tell her you love her, even though maybe you don’t particularly feel the truth of love in that moment, because you will eventually feel it at a time when it is impossible to say out loud. The sense of security from having expressed love in this future-oriented way will give you a glow the following night. Replace the dead skin cells with a muddy mixture of expensive dirt and chemicals marketed by a company founded by a woman you are moderately sure is actually a hedge witch from 1605 in disguise. When you start looking, you will soon realise there are many such companies. Don’t let this stress you out. Choose the one you can afford best, with the smell that best lines up with that one time you fell in love with your best friend, and the packaging that looks best in your bathroom trash.
10. Realise that when someone gives you a physical compliment, this is a fairly rude thing to do, and is usually a reflection of that person’s surprise at something about you that does not line up with their pre-conceived idea about you. In fact, many times the person is using the compliment as a Trojan horse to comment on the change, and does not even mean that new lipstick looks particularly nice, just that it is different from the nude lips you wear every other day. As a result, learn to style yourself in the way that you have road-tested through the process of catching your reflection in shop windows and realising how good you look, or noticing someone copying a particular element of your style, or the amount of pleasure looking at a particular Instagram post of yourself gives you. These are much better indicators of what physical choices suit you. Note that this type of road-testing usually requires refreshing when either you experience a change in climate, city, career or level of irony about being a warm body in an exploding universe where the only truth is entropy.
11. Adapt or die. Die eventually anyway. Contribute the creative crumbling of your beauty to the garden of the women you love.
can we stop shipping real people. can we like not do that anymore ever
Um…why?
Because real people are not characters. These people are complete strangers to us, and not all of them appreciate strange kids (and even adults) invading their private lives to get the newest scoop on who they’re dating or drawing explicit hardcore porn of them and their partner/friend without taking their feelings into consideration.
Unless someone has explicitly stated that they don’t mind being shipped/have fanart made of them in a romantic or sexual fashion, don’t do it. It’s creepy.
I’ve seen a lot of YouTube stars have to come out and ask people to stop the massive shipping campaigns for them because it made them/ their partners uncomfortable.
You wouldn’t do it to a stranger on the street, don’t do it to a stranger behind a computer screen.
You know, the older I get, the more I appreciate when adults
in anime are actively horrified and angry to learn what sort of things the
children main characters have been through.
Like, I get that a lot of kids programming is about wish
fulfillment for its viewers. There are a lot of absent adults, a lot of worlds
where kids hold all the responsibility, do all the fighting, because that’s an
understandable thing to appeal to. Kids often feel over-controlled so a world
where kids like them are free to travel and explore and fight and triumph
without any adult supervision sounds pretty rad. I’m sure I was into that when
I was younger.
Years down the line, it strikes me though how young these kids really are. And on the
cusp of Real Actual Adulthood, I’m much more aware of how huge real
independence is. I’m all the more appreciative when an older, more experienced
person steps in and takes the reins, takes responsibility for me in a situation
that’s asking more than what I think I can handle.
I think that’s why I’m so emotionally moved by adults in
anime stepping in for the kids, taking up the responsibility or else feeling
genuine anger over the realization of what these kids have gone through.
Because responsibility is scary, and responsibility when you’re young is scary,
and seeing these older characters understand that and step in just fills me
with such relief and appreciation. And it’s better even if the adult characters
are still fairly young, and still afraid of the situation, yet willing to
sacrifice their own safety and comfort on the behalf of actual children who—all
wish fulfillment aside—should never be placed in the situation they’re in.
Roy “we left children on the battlefield to do our fighting”
Mustang, feeling so outraged, so powerless over what he just let happen, that
he’s moved to break all his careful protocol so Ed, Al, and Ling aren’t left to
face danger alone. All Might, Aizawa, and Thirteen fighting to the bone against
the villain invasion, All Might losing his characteristic smile for the first
time we’ve seen, because the children under their watch have been placed into
danger that they should not have to face at such a young age. Reigen alone
insisting Mob shouldn’t feel cornered into using his powers, shouldn’t force
himself to suffer while fighting Claw, that Reigen himself will fight them
instead despite his own lack of powers because he feels responsible toward Mob.
It’s a trope that means a whole lot to me and I live for the
anime that acknowledge it.
do you think this is what lovecraft meant whenever he described something as being beyond description
“It was a terrible, indescribable thing vaster than any subway train—a shapeless congeries of protoplasmic bubbles, faintly self-luminous, and with myriads of temporary eyes forming and un-forming as pustules of greenish light all over the tunnel-filling front that bore down upon us, crushing the frantic penguins and slithering over the glistening floor that it and its kind had swept so evilly free of all litter.”
— H. P. Lovecraft,
At the Mountains of Madness
This.. actually makes a fine reference to what a lovecraftian eldritch abomination SHOULD BE. not just.. tentacles and darkness. Perpetually changing, not cemented in form, with an otherworldly feel to it. Completely unrecognizable by most human descriptions, and only able to be viable perceived by those fine enough to be an adept wordsmith.
Seeing through the eyes of Deep Dream, we get the closest we’ve been to experiencing the indescribable: a sensory occurrence built upon foundations distinct, totally, from our own. The frog is not the unknowable thing–the technology is.
just moving along like everyone else 