How Many Rituals Were Stopped With Large Explosion Or Throwing People Into It

Im getting a ton of posts on my dash like “reblog if you support x and if you don’t then you’re evil” and it’s fucking with me because as a rule I only reblog stuff that makes me happy, inspired, or conveys a concept I’ve been trying to articulate for years (it’s harder to get me to reblog something that isn’t fandom related, since i want this to be a largely upbeat fandom rambling blog, a pocket of chaotic lightheartedness in a dark world). So I’m making one big post of all of the things:

First off: I stand with Palestine. I don’t post much about Palestine, but this is because I know that humans are much less effective if they’re sad, so I want to make visitors to my blog (who, given that they’re on tumblr, are probably looking for a break from reality) happy enough that they can actually Do Something instead of wallowing in how bad everything is, and I figure that if you follow practically anyone else on Tumblr you probably see a ton of Palestine posts already. Daily clicks link

Now for the queer/identity stuff: I support all queer people. I support arospec and acespec of all kinds, i support trans people, i support enbies, i support people of all genders (especially xenogender havers and neopronoun users, yall are great), terfs can fuck off, labels exist to help us understand ourselves and each other, not to be gatekept and exclude people just because the real villains (actual honest-to-god bigots with large amounts of money and political power) are too scary to fight.

(I am queer. Frankly, I’ve given up on labels altogether for myself, but gender, especially xenogenders, were a hyperfixation of mine for a while, and I identified with a lot of labels before tossing them all out and going with “idk, not cis?”. Wanted to add this, because all the above makes it sound like I’m a cishetallo ally and i am definitely not cis, het, or allo)

I’m undoubtedly missing a ton more things, but I needed to make this post because I don’t want my dash to just be a thousand “reblog if you support x” posts that i reblogged because i was worried people would think i was evil if i didn’t.

And on that note: please stop villainizing people who dont reblog your post. It’s really not cool, and quite manipulative. Sincerely, someone with anxiety over practically everything on the internet

More tma posting and also somewhat to the side, but a good example of “i saw it coming and it still hit me like a truck” is tma season 4. I knew EXACTLY where they were going to go with Martin from the moment they started laying the seeds, and I also knew it was going to emotionally obliterate me, and I was so excited to see how they executed it. Knowing where something is gonna go sometimes adds to the suspense and anticipation.

I love catching where something is gonna go. It makes me feel smart, and then it makes me feel excited to read/watch/listen to the rest of whatever it is, see it play out.

that some people respond to any well-foreshadowed reveal with “ugh that plot twist was so predictable” proves bad faith criticism has rotted their brains to the point they think it’s bad writing if they can correctly identify information the writers were intentionally giving them

Absolutely loving the dedication to performance here. You never disappoint when there’s a show to be had.

Frank, can you please give me a tarot card reading?

Sure

*stares into void*

*mimes reading cards and waving them above my head in the air*

Current mood: blocking nsfw spam accounts from seeing my stuff while listening to one night in bangkok

Listening to banger songs makes having to look at all these awful gifs to certify they’re really just spam accounts makes the ace pain a little less

Anyways hi guys im back! Woop

I absolutely adore that the number of legs of both her and her dad is in question. Leg number uncertainty is clearly genetic

Frank I wish I had a pet dog :( I love dogs loads. What sort of dog would I get? I like big dogs. Can you please show me a picture of my ideal big dog?

OK this sounds really fun so I’m going to respond by describing my dog (who is not a big dog, just average-sized) and then saying something about where to get a big dog.

My dog is a border collie who has spent most of the year since she was a puppy living outside with me (but I’ve gotten her inside for the first time for the winter, and I’m going to try to keep her indoors for the next three months). She is incredibly smart, very curious, easy to train and trainable, but very sensitive to praise and her self-esteem is fragile.

A typical week for her:

- Monday: lots of barking and other activities in the house, maybe a visit to the library for a few hours to help me finish some book

- Tuesday: walks in the afternoon when the library is closed

- Wednesday: walks, usually with another dog as a companion but sometimes by myself

- Thursday: lots of walking and barking when I leave for the store and then when I come back.

- Friday: very tired out but lots of fun walks with my husband.

- Saturday: lots of playing in my yard until it’s time for walks.

- Sunday: sleep! (Well, most of the time.)

She’s also a weird one – after spending most of her time outside she really loves being inside, while she doesn’t like spending time with humans when we’re not inside the house. (She also really likes running laps around the local track at the gym – I suspect she’d like to be the one who did that.) I’d rather not have her be out on a leash in most situations but I’m willing to try because her leash training has gone well for her so far. I think I might get her a harness that would let her run laps without making her feel pressured, though.

I don’t really want to talk about her too much unless you ask, but she’s got a lot going for her.

I wonder what the Web has to do with Old Things. Because it has spiders for some reason (spiders should be corruption or hunt imo. cellar spiders are so hunt and stranger coded i love them), which means it probably also has cobwebs for the same "the theme demands it" reason. and cobwebs are associated with old things. so what does the web have to do with that? seems more lonely to me personally. but i could see something being untouched, almost like everyone instinctively avoids it, leaves it undisturbed... hmmm

Sad to announce there’s a new kind of spambot, basically an account that likes your posts. The pfp is usually an attractive woman and the content of the blog is 100% nsfw.

They’re liking posts, and if i’m not mistaken, yall can see who likes my posts. Been trying to ban them as I see them, but if I miss one, i’m deeply sorry if you click on who liked my posts and end up seeing those profiles (i’m a regular “searches for other fans of my obscure interests by looking at the notes”er, so)

I found the jurgen leitner rant’s olaf-focused twin on hellsite genetics

God I fucking hate Olaf the snowman so fucking much holy shit. Holy shit, every frame he's in, every scene, every gif, every jpeg, he's got this painfully vacant, stupid as shit, fuckass look on his stupid lumpy face. Absolutely no part of his ugly as sin piece of shit character design is endearing. His stupid fucking legs? Who the hell makes a snowman with legs. His dumb flaily fucking twig arms? His shitty, lumpy bastard head? The three thousand percent unnecessary dumbass shitass fucking SNOW BUCK TOOTH that no snowman has EVER FUCKING HAD IN tHE HISTORY OF GOD'S GREEN FUCKING EARTH? God, I hate him. I hate him so much. So FUCKING much. Every time I see a stuffed toy Olaf or an Olaf gif or a shitty goddamn commercial, it ignites my primal rage response and I'm overcome by the need to punt this shitty little homunculus into the fucking sun. "Bhurr blur, I'm Olaf the fuckshit snow fucker, I like warm hugs". Fuck you. Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you. You look like Tow Mater summoned a patronus. Your dumb fucking twig hair makes your whole shitty head look like a hairy skin tag. I hate your dumb fucking lumpy carrot nose and your stupid, empty googly eyes and your over-the-top goofy ass upbeat asshole personality. Any scene he's sad it invokes all the wrath and fury of a spoiled child having a meltdown over a chocolate bar in a w*lmart checkout line. And I know its irrational. That's the worst part. I know he's just a shitty fucking side character in a stupid fucking children's movie, I know it doesn't matter, I know I shouldn't care. But that's part of the problem. The part where no matter the might and fury of my hatred, the locus of my homicidal intent is alltogether inconsequential. I find myself laying awake in the dark in the early hours of the morning consumed by the spirit of Wrath itself, all the force and might of a flaming hurricane directed at a bottle of piss in a ditch by the highway. The absurdity of it all burns me to my core. What better things could this energy be directed towards? And yet my disdain for this stupid, useless, insubstantial failure of endearing character design utterly eclipses the intrigue of all other pursuits. I hate him. I hate him on a level of my mind reserved for the worst of the world's array of sinners, and I can't even begin to justify it. Shitstick the snow dick is, for all intents and purposes, the animated corpse of all of humanity's saccharine pretenses- every condescending, passive-aggressive statement of meaningless upper middle class suburban drama distilled into a single, hateable form. The fucking. Fuck. I have no words. There is no cuss or epithet in any language that can encapsulate the height of the emotions I am experiencing. God, I hate him so much. I hate him so, so fucking much. I want to light his ugly little dumpster body on fire. I want to graphically beat him to death with his own stupid fucking nose. I want to punch him to death. You know that weird feeling you get, when you see a picture of something so cute you find yourself overcome with the bizarre, inexplicable urge to squeeze it? It's EXACTLY like that, except instead of cuteness it's disgust. The wordless knowledge that his existence as a fictional work is evidence of all the failures of mankind. I find myself possessed by the will of a Holy Angel gone rogue with the belief that God has made a mistake, and I alone must correct it. This is the trial by which Samael himself fell from grace. This wild, meaningless rage. A thousand blades of shining steel cast with inhuman force in the direction of a plastic grocery bag floating on a breeze. What horrors must I have committed in a past life to be plagued by this torment now? I must Unmake this fictional snowman

This post literally changed my life- (in a good way)

Anyways since it looks like I might be a Tumblr User(TM) now, I figured it would be wayyy easier to find this post if I actually reblog it already instead of just leaving the url in random spots on my desktop. Hello tumblr welcome to my eternal brainrot I am very normal about fandoms that have a mind electric animatic

after seeing that other ask recommending you a song, I can't help but toss in my own recent obsession- The Mind Electric, though I'd recommend looking up the version without flashing lights / reversed audio. the lyrics, uh... really speak for themselves as to why it feels like a hordak song to me

Ah, all these song recommendations! Everyone should partake c: