81k in a marveling voice as his kimono fell open as he was dancing: It’s actually incredibly easy to be slutty

81k in a marveling voice as his kimono fell open as he was dancing: It’s actually incredibly easy to be slutty
i like to entertain myself by thinking about Bad Succession -> (alternate reality succession where it sucks). constant sepia-tinted flashbacks to traumatic childhood memories, with echoey abusive dad dialogue. post-car accident kendall is haunted by a hallucination of the waiter everywhere he goes. shiv has girlboss moments where she triumphs against misogynistic men and they learn not to underestimate women. once you get started you can’t stop.. the ideas are endless. they would try to make kendall into a rebellious bad boy type with personal demons. he would have a scene where he stares into a cracked mirror to represent his fractured psyche
I feel bad complaining about this because 99% of the people who caused me to make this post are randos who are never going to see this post and 99% of people who ARE going to see are reasonable internet users who might be made incrementally more neurotic about it, but
(at this point I almost clicked out of this post, but I’m not virtuous enough. I’ve been on tumblr for a decade being driven insane by my notifications. hate hate hate)
oh my god. Stop replying to my posts with minutiae of your particular mental health condition and how my thing does or does not apply to you. Shut up. Do I know you? Is your thing unusually insightful or entertaining? No? Don’t talk to me. Don’t breathe in my direction. Go tell it to a wall if you’re so eager to barf up your inane life history in response to arbitrary stimuli
// Context: I’m at a con for twitter people that’s sort of, if you squint, their version of the rationalist tumblr diaspora
me, coming back into the Airbnb: I got the thing from our friend upstairs, and also got hugged by a woman on his floor I met at the last iteration of this con. She said she’d followed me on twitter after meeting me last year and now loves me
81k: There but for the grace of god go I
me: What does that mean?
81k: Well, I might have fallen in love with you because of your tumblr posts but not had any relationship with you other than meeting you at a con every year
me: That’s not true. You followed me for three years before we dated, and you didn’t love me. You didn’t think my posts were that good. I was just some guy to you
I have to finish a nasty father/son incest fic on this flight because it’s due tomorrow, but i’m in the middle seat with a stranger to my right… self conches
don’t like trivia games. they’re a test on everything you could possibly know (that is useless). don’t respect a test that rewards breadth of life experience rather than ability to take a canonical set of materials and study the shit out of it. philosophically opposed to that
Making people laugh is an incredible high, but I’m not particularly funny, so I don’t get it often – except with partners, because I know their sense of humor well, have more in-jokes I can riff on, and can be edgier. They make me feel really funny, I love it
I don’t think I can explain my inexplicable fondness for Kendall Roy but have this string from one of my attempts: “utterly wretched, damp, neurotic, shivering little dog someone put in a suit”
ah, I can also link to this post
You want to know what Kendall makes me feel? There’s a bit in Season 1 where Kendall says “I need cocaine” to a random servant & bothers him until the guy says “yeah I have a connection in another location”. They get in the car and Kendall jokes about how the guy should kidnap him, probably
KENDALL: Because I’m incredibly rich and I get driven everywhere.
DODDY: You’re incredibly rich?
KENDALL: Yep. I’m loaded beyond your wildest imaginations. How much farther?
DODDY: Should I kidnap you?
KENDALL: Yeah, if you could fucking walk, you should kidnap me.
DODDY: I know a house?
KENDALL: Oh you know a house? It’s all coming together. A place to fucking keep me?
DODDY: Yeah, it’s got a cow shed, it’s only a corrugated iron roof. So it’s gonna be fucking cold like.
And I knew it wasn’t going to happen, but I was legitimately getting excited for Kendall to be kidnapped and be chained to a cow shed with only a corrugated iron roof. like “oh, it would be so good for him if that happened!! And he would look so cute!”
“my big-eyed, small-headed post is doing numbers” -@eightyonekilograms among posters
Everyone loves villain monologues – they’re one of those things that I think we feel intuitively that the world just should contain – but there are so many structural incentives that prevent them. Obviously, for hostage-takers and bank robbers and stuff, there’s an incentive not to give monologues because it’s a distraction while you’re in the middle of a crime. In the private sector, it opens you up to added liability and legal attacks based on your state of mind. For politicians, it’s politically damaging outside of very specific authoritarian contexts. If you’re giving a villain monologue in the context of a job you’ll probably be fired, for image reasons if for nothing else.
This sucks! Everyone loves villain monologues, and everyone knows the world is full of villainy, but we’re stuck in this situation where everyone has to pretend to be stupid rather than evil, and there’s no allowance for megalomania or stylistic flourishes. I think we need to look into safe harbour provisions.
I don’t think I can explain my inexplicable fondness for Kendall Roy but have this string from one of my attempts: “utterly wretched, damp, neurotic, shivering little dog someone put in a suit”
ah, I can also link to this post
on episode 8 of Succession, I’ve come around from “the writers for this are… fine” to “the writers are quite good, and specifically whoever is writing Connor Roy is fucking inspired”. I love that guy. He’s deranged in a completely novel direction from everyone else in his family. Every time I think I have a hang of what he’s about, something else comes out of his mouth and I go “ohh… yes.sssssss”
As someone who is 4 episodes into Succession, I did not literally throw my head back and bellow with rage when I clicked to AO3 and beheld that the most popular ship on AO3 was Greg/Tom, but
think of the part of you that most divides you from mainstream society - that introduces the most friction between you & the average person, and the most camaraderie between you & a fellow X-er.
If X had a ~pride flag that looked nice, would you put a sticker of it on your laptop?
(Assume outing isn’t a problem - a genie has made it so that when a person who sees your sticker has a negative reaction, the reaction is capped to “the person dislikes you but will not take actions against you stronger than avoiding you”)
many years ago I would interact with people who used emojis in conversation and think “I have no idea what the internal experience of wanting to do that is. I feel slightly annoyed by the intrusion of this ugly ideogram system into my communication. I’m never going to do that.” but then Discord changed me and I’m addicted to my pensive emoji, my pensive rat emoji, my pensive clown emoji, my pensive robot emoji, etc etc
and I learned a valuable lesson, which is, don’t make morally neutral dislikes about unimportant stuff part of your self-understanding
(the general case of this is ’keep your identity small’)
I just saw a post about the polyamory flag (I didn’t even know there was one) that went “we used to have an ugly polyamory flag, but a vexillology enthusiast did a big community vote (of like 30K people) and now we have a nice one”. And it indeed is a nice looking flag. It made me go “if I ever unironically post this someone should shoot me - oh dammit… remember the emoji thing”