Deathmurder UwU

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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfectWahhhh, I don’t wanna

contents: notes - housekeeping - links - side blogs

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notes

  • This blog is my main blog. I pretty much just put whatever I like on here. My queue is large, and posts once about every 120 minutes.
  • I tag fandoms and ships, but usually I don’t tag spoilers. I try my best to wait before posting anything about new episodes/updates/etc because of that, but if I’ve posted too soon, it’s okay to ask me to tag it! Just know that spoiler-free is not a guarantee.
  • I’m generally a multishipper, even if I have favorites.
  • Feel free to send me asks! If I’m uncomfortable I’ll just tell you that I am, no hard feelings as long as you’re being nice.
  • You can tag me in anything. I will not mind. In fact, I’ll probably be excited to see what you wanted to show me.

For anybody being nosy: yes, I am over 18. That is the most specific I will get. Do not ask me for my age.

housekeeping

AKA: here are some vague discourse opinions so you can avoid me if you disagree instead of trying to drag them out of me. I might reblog stuff discussing or affirming these ideas, but I prefer to avoid debates and arguments.

  • When it comes to fiction and/or fandom, I have squicks, but it’s not my job to police you and it is not your job to cater to me. I do my best to care as little as possible about things I don’t like, and I’d suggest others do the same. Filtering and blocking things you dislike will almost always be better than engaging with it (or its creators) or calling for its removal.
  • No one can dictate what labels and/or pronouns a person uses but that person themself, and good faith identities should be respected. It’s basic courtesy.

links

about

ao3 (general warning that I will spoil my own fics on here—I usually assume people on here aren’t reading them)

organizational tags

quest to queue 300 posts

queue race to 1000

origin of my url (slightly outdated but it gets the point across if you’re curious)

sides

@mrnnki-img - art + writing blog

@clowdersandclaws - story I’m working on based on cats surviving and creating societies after all humans have died (see pinned post for warnings)

@rnn-saves-resources - place where I save info posts, guides, and resources

I also have a vaguely warrior cats related sideblog but you’re gonna have to hunt for that one

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Last updated 7/16/2023

Pinned Postfinally making an info postrnn.h
genderkoolaid
wiisagi-maiingan

Idle reminder that cyberstalking is bad and that if you're following someone across social media for weeks or months to gather "evidence" to prove that they're bad, then you should probably consider whether you're actually the good guy in that situation.

Go do literally anything else. Dig a garden bed. Learn how to embroider. Play a video game. Just stop fucking stalking people online to buff up your callout post so that you feel better about trying to dox someone over fandom drama.

alcorian
the-cat-and-the-birdie

I talked about this in another post but something SO VISUALLY INTERESTING I realized about Hobie's final scene in ATSV.

Beginning with Miles' line 'My dad is about to be captain.'

The group - Gwen, Jess, Peter, and Hobie are all standing behind Miles as he faces Miguel.

But from this point forward, every time Hobie is portrayed, he is shown as separate from the other characters, always being divided from the group - with Miles as the divider.

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Even as the camera moves and more Spider-people join the scene, Hobie visually remains - quite literally - as the only person in Miles' corner. And as the scene goes on, he moves farther and farther into that corner.

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Until finally the scene comes to a climax, and Hobie gets two shots to himself - delivering his final lines.

"Here we go." - "Hobie, You're not helping." - "Good."

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This is Hobie seeing his work pay off. This is him knowing that he got through to Miles and that it was worth it. He's proud of him.

When he says ‘Good,’ he’s not looking at Jess. Because he’s not talking to her, not really. He’s looking to Miles. He’s telling him this is good.

For the entirety of the scene leading up to Miles being trapped, Hobie is shown as the only one literally on Miles' side, until finally in the last moments he is the only one to help Miles escape when he truly needs it.

Even in his final moments on screen the art team decided to show us that Hobie is the realest one in the room thats SO FUCKING CLEVER.

spiderverse
candiedjellybean
twobrokenwyngs

I don’t get it, man. why. why do we have to homogenize everything. why does every product have to look and behave and feel the exact same way. why can’t tumblr maintain its individuality? why can’t it lean into the things that make it a unique and refreshing offering instead of scrambling to make it a carbon copy of twitter? sucks, man. sucks.

twobrokenwyngs

it’s just like. this broadcasts loud and clear that the people behind the curtain have no pride or faith in this site at all. that tumblr, as a whole, has no worth or merit unless it’s somehow tricking the larger internet community into thinking it’s actually another site. and the users are supposed to celebrate this? where’s the dignity? where’s the self-respect? where’s the joy? it’s disheartening and embarrassing to be forced to conform. smh.

candiedjellybean
tf2heritageposts

you want to help stop tumblr from murdering itself? here's how!

  • click this link and go to the support page, then click "contact support"
  • click on the category list and click on feedback
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  • now you need to tell staff WHY putting in an algorithm will cause the site to fucking die, and be sure to be detailed and not a dick in it. theyre not gonna listen to feedback calling them assholes
  • viola, if @staff listens, we'll be fine

i encourage you to reblog this so we can get as many people leaving feedback as humanly possible. we need to let staff know this is an utterly terrible idea

tf2heritageposts

by the way, tumblr has turned off asks on all of their staff blogs, so this is the only way to tell tumblr how you feel

modmad

here it is again because uh. seems relevant.

candiedjellybean
lux-in-the-night

"this character is completely unredeemble and evil and-" that character is a traumatized 13 year old

lux-in-the-night

"this character is the WORST and is HORRIBLE and should NEVER be treated nicely again-" that character is a traumatized 16 year old who made a mistake

starburstdragon

“This character sucks and is terrible and you shouldnt like them and-“ this character fucked up as a child after a highly traumatizing experience

hapalopus
homunculus-argument

The absolute height of the unintentional comedy of life that I have seen was in the finnish glass museum. Interior design is one of those things that's kind of a big deal here, one of those things that people who grew up somewhere are surprised to hear that their country is not all that known for. My friends share it in the group chat every time an american movie or show they're watching has a vase, water glass or candleholder in the background that they immediately spotted was by a finnish designer. I took up a whole paragraph to make it clear that this is A Whole Thing here.

Anyway, in the glass museum, one of the displays was a feast table set with the absolute classics, hits and highlights of finnish glassware designs - the absolutely fanciest plates and serving dishes, wine glasses and water glasses, carafes and pitchers. I could pretty confidently say that the entire presentation, if sold item-for-item, cost more than my first car. Perhaps twice as much, easy. An unfathomably expensive, fancy, finest table set of finnish design that you and I are too poor to ever get our hands on.

And on one of the plates was a dead fly.

And I had never seen anything funnier in my life. All these fine dishes and plates all empty, and on just one plate at the end of the table was a dead fly chilling on its back like that was the whole feast. The main course. One single dead fly. A human could not have thought of anything more absurdly funny than the specific location that one random fly had died out of pure happenstance. I fought myself so hard to keep my volume to museum-acceptable levels that instead of laughing out loud I went straight into hysterical gasping with tears in my eyes. I could not perfectly recreate the image from memory, but I can't let you go before I try to sketch it nonetheless:

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