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I am going to say something that might piss people on this site off, and that is that the stabbing at a Taylor Swift themed event in Southport does not exist in a vacuum.

It exists in a world where a joke about bringing a nail gun to the Eras tour to shoot fans gets 400k likes on TikTok, or where a reel about crashing a plane full of Swifties gets 200k likes on Instagram. It exists in a world where, on this very website, the one that promotes itself as rational and reasonable, someone says that "Taylor Swift and her fans should all die violent horrible deaths" and people applauded it. It exists in a world where, during TTPD release week men were in Swifties' comment sections declaring they would beat their daughters and girlfriends if they ever so much as listened to one of her albums. And it exists in a world where this week, fans of a TV show (which I will not name because that is not the point) sent death threats to a girl on Twitter for daring to be a fan of both their beloved show and Taylor Swift.

I don't give a fuck what your opinion of Taylor Swift is. I don't care if you think her music is grating, I don't care if you think she is the worst thing to happen to humanity since Eve ate the god damn apple. This is the dark side of stan culture that no-one talks about; where dislike of an artist becomes so obsessive that it becomes normal, even funny, to joke about killing their fans, because "it's just online, it's just a joke". It isn't. It is rarely ever "just online".

And yes I am going to be That Person and say that you can complain about Swift's brand of feminism and debate her position as a feminist icon all day long, at the end of the day, her name is still synonymous with girls. It doesn't take a genius to work out who this event was geared at.

I am not going to sit and claim that by simply not liking Taylor Swift you directly caused this. I would encourage you to step back, look at the bigger picture of stan culture, including obsessive dislike of an artist, and ask yourself how much this culture has enabled this. If making jokes on tiktok about killing someone over a pop star is normalised, how much of a leap is it to attacking kids with a knife at a fan event?

and of course there is the fact that the british media didn't even wait until those kids were buried before using this event to spread their racist, anti-immigrant agenda despite the race of the attacker not being known. all I can say to that is I am sickened and disappointed but not shocked.

everything in this family is happening too fast for me to keep up lol

it really hurts me to see so many gazans asking us for help, though that's through no fault of their own. they've been forced to use a social media site that they're probably not familiar with (because tumblr has kind of faded out of popular consciousness), to interact with us in a second language, to distinguish themselves from the scammers who are taking advantage of genocide, and to ask strangers for help. i don't think there are any cultures where it's easy to ask for help like this, but i'm intimately familiar with how humiliating it can be in arab culture. please be kind, gracious and helpful to the gazans in your inbox. this is a desperate time for them, and in addition to the physical danger inflicted by "israel", the prices of basic resources in gaza are extremely high due to scarcity, and those that manage to escape to egypt are financially exploited by landlords there and have an extremely difficult time finding work due to their unofficial status as refugees. these families will continue to need our help and i hope we can all continue to provide it to the best of our ability.

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A person who was responsible for teaching me a lot about friendships now thinks I'm an idiot, but I need her friendship, how can I achieve this?

Well, there must be a reason why she thinks so, or to why you think she thinks so. Finding what that is will probably help. Either way, you should try to talk, communication is important in any realtionship, platonic or otherwise.

Tho, you shouldn't need a friendship, you should want it.

But of course, this is just what I think. You should try what you think it's best. I just hope I was of any help.

Good luck!

some of the headcanons i have are so innocuous but they weigh on my mind all the same

Hi, I have used your list in the past but I have them on DVD as streaming services have only few seasons of the shows on them. Is there a DVD order you have to this because changing the disc's every episode and keeping track of them is a pain in the ass, lol. Thanks, have a good one.

Heya comrade 🤡🤡

I see you have bought all DVDs like I did 🤡

If you have a DVD reader on your computer, I strongly suggest you look into ripping the DVDs into digital format with a DVD ripper, then watch them on a media player in the order you so desire. It is indeed way more enjoyable than performing DVD juggling.

Ripping DVDs is often perceived negatively, that's because people share the digital content they ripped with others and that is illegal. But if you keep your digital episodes, which you own since you bought them, for yourself, that is completely legal.

Hope this helps! Stay safe & secure! 💚

(Hello people! There is a reason I didn't post writing things for a while and it is partially because of this! Enjoy the fruits of my brain!)

Kel stares at the next door. "I just go in? Again?"

"Be lucky you get this sort of reprieve," I warn them. Then, I launch into the compulsory speech: "You have passed the test relating to the sin of Wrath. The next test begins whenever you step through that door. You have six tests remaining. Sixteen people have made it out so far. Will you be the seventeenth?"

"Sixteen?" they ask. "Wasn't it four? Oh god, how long have I been in there?"

I want to tease the answer to that question, and yell at them about their deity name use, but my contract allows me to respond with two things only. "Sixteen people have made it out so far. I am not able to answer your test-related question."

They huff. "Why not?"

“Reasons,” I respond, also huffing. This, of course, pisses them off, but I shove them into the test before they can do anything they'll regret.

This test is called THE TEST OF ENVY, which should be painted on the door in bold letters. But unfortunately, we can't do that, because it would tip the person taking the test off.

When Kel was seventeen, they applied for a few jobs as a DJ in their hometown. They arrived at one of them, only to realise that the job had gone to the person who arrived fifteen minutes earlier. His stage name was 4GuysIn1.

This job, obviously, should have gone to Kel. However, they saw 4GuysIn1 playing a few days later, and he advertised his social media. So Kel went on it.

And damn, he was good. Kel hated that. They hated that someone could be this famous and take the job they could have had.

Kel made a few anonymous Twitter accounts, went on his Twitter, and sent him hateful messages. The accounts kept getting blocked and banned, but Kel made more.

They sent so many that 4GuysIn1 set his account to private and canceled one of his shifts. But a few days later, he was back, showing no outward sign of distress.

Of course, most of Kel's accounts were found and banned, but they didn't care. They didn't use Twitter that much anyway. And they had (probably) achieved what they wanted to.

They had. 4GuysIn1 was stressed out beyond belief. He had five seperate panic attacks while Kel was sending the messages and two panic attacks the day Kel stopped sending the messages. He only calmed himself down when he realised the accounts were all made on the same three days.

But we're not here to talk about him (he's currently on his third test, going remarkably quickly). We're here to talk about Kel.

Kel stumbles into the room. They're suddenly immaculately dressed, in a mustard yellow suit and tie, and a white dress shirt. They blink at the colour, but don't stay like that for long before taking in their surroundings.

They're at a press conference, or something that looks quite like it. People dressed formally wander around the room, exchanging words with other people. There's a low buzz of calm chatter.

The room itself is quite large, with maybe one hundred people in it at once. There's a few paintings on the walls that are clearly copies of famous artworks. The floor is carpeted with an intricately decorated rug. There’s enough space between the ceiling and the people's heads to have a chandelier and a few feet of room to spare.

But the most shocking thing is the stage that takes up nearly a third of the room, complete with spotlights everywhere. There's a few instruments scattered around in seemingly no particular order. (One of them is a DJ mixer, but it's a good one, full of everything Kel knows how to use and I don't.)

Wherever Kel is, it's rich.

Kel looks around and is suddenly approached by a man. “Kel Averon?” he asks very politely.

“What is this place?” Kel responds, awestruck. They gesture to the chandelier.

“Your show starts soon,” the man tells Kel. “You'd better prepare for it.”

Kel starts asking a question, but the lights suddenly dim, and a person walks out on stage. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he says as Kel flinches, “we've got a few people who will be joining us today to play some excellent music. Up first is the brilliant White Slime!”

Kel had thought about their stage name for a while. They wanted one that was gender neutral and preferably with no connections to famous icons, so they chose White Slime and stuck with it.

The crowd claps for just long enough for Kel to collect their wits and scramble up. “Slime will be remixing a few songs picked by the audience today. The first one is on the screen. Everyone ready?”

Kel waits as the first song comes on, “All I Want For Christmas Is You” covered by Mariah Carey. They start doing something, but nothing happens.

They flick the ON switch to be greeted by a large blast of sound. They stumble back. It's static, but so loud the audience winces.

Kel turns the volume down, but the dial turns it up instead. They gape and flick it the other way, which works. Now they can get on to doing the important stuff.

They flip a switch, and the song loops just as it hits the word “snow”. The last second plays again, and as Kel pushes a button, repeats again and again.

Kel stabs their finger onto something else, and a perfect middle C plays.The song stops looping.

The next few minutes are one disaster after another. Nothing Kel tries to use comes out right. They flick a switch and “Oh Christmas Tree” overlays the song. They flick a different one and “Oh Christmas Tree” turns off.

When the next song comes on, Kel has a faint idea of where everything is. They mess up, and it's still a shitshow, but not as big of a shitshow.

But everything finishes. The announcer coughs and tells the audience to give Kel a round of applause.

No one claps. Kel nearly falls off the stage, shamefaced.

They don't, though. They hold it together so they can creep out into a restroom.

They open the door, stumble into the hallway, and find themself back in the same room. They're near a completely different door. The announcer is announcing someone.

“Ladies and gentlemen, may I present… 4GuysIn1!”

Oh, no. Not here. Not when Kel's so vulnerable.

But there's no escape. The person who Kel harassed walks onstage, and he's looking as good as ever.

“Hello, ladies and gents,” 4GuysIn1 says casually. “It's such an- such an honor to be here with you today, especially on such an important date. Now, before I begin, I do think that there's a person here who ought to apologise to me for past offences. Kel, are you here?”

Kel doesn't realise people are staring at them until the muttering starts. They hold their head high and refuse to mutter a word, even as they crumble inside. They have plenty of practice staying stoic on the outside, after all.

People are still staring at them when the music starts. But everyone turns away from them when it does, because somehow, someway, playing the same song that Kel was, using the exact same DJ mixer that Kel was using, 4GuysIn1 is rocking it.

Kel's letting the tears drip down their face now. It's not fair. It's not fair. Why does 4GuysIn1 get a DJ mixer that works and an audience that listens? Why, when he had all of those things in his life? And why, for the love of god, did he feel the need to call out Kel in the middle of everyone like they were in middle school?

The crowd cheers, flagrantly and excitedly. One song - one disgustingly, abhorrently, damnedly really good remix - has ended. And the crowd loves it.

All these important rich people dressed up in their important rich clothes love him.

An icy ball coalesces in their heart. They feel it, just as their emotions fall away. They will upstage that person. They will beat 4GuysIn1 for the final time. And they will figure out how to work that damn DJ mixer.

The MC calls Kel up again. They've got this. They have no emotion, right? They remember where the skip button was, and what the volume did, and oh, dear lord…

This might be harder than they thought.

They completely fumble their chance, skipping half of the song somehow, and putting part of it in reverse. And it's still the same song. Kel is starting to get tired of “All I Want For Christmas Is You”.

And of course, when 4GuysIn1 plays again, he's perfect. Utterly perfect.

The cycle repeats. Over, and over, and over, Kel gets called out and humiliated, and then can't get the hang of the mixer. Until one repetition, they dry their tears, and devote all their time to getting the hang of it.

The controls are consistent, if mixed up. The loop button presses a note ranging from A to G in bass, seemingly randomly. Three note buttons control the speed.

They stop caring about 4GuysIn1. He's just another person taking a turn on the mixer. At least that's what they tell themselves.

But sometimes, seemingly randomly, a pang of sadness will hit Kel. And they'll be back to the horrible emotional state they were in when they started the test.

They learn to master it, though. They learn how to stop the panic attacks, even when everyone's watching.

They fully figure the DJ mixer out after three months.So they play a really good remix. They play one of the best of their life.

It takes them completely by surprise when the crowd starts booing.

They, in fact, get booed out of the hall and into the hallway, which isn't a portal back anymore.

The hallway is fancy, covered in a red floral carpet and dark wood paneling. They break down and collapse to the floor, sobbing great ugly tears of anger.

The world is against them. An entire crowd of people, all hating what they worked so hard for, so hard to understand -

They aren't stupid, of course. They figured out what sin they committed the moment 4GuysIn1 stepped on the stage. But they don't understand the scenario. Why give them a wonky DJ mixer? Why use the wrong pronouns in the addresses? Why make everyone seem important and fancy?

They grumble as they realize the answer. I never erased their memories. They remember me saying "Welcome to Hell." This hell, they think, is doing its goddamn job.

As their brain processes the endorphins released by all the crying, they remember what got them out in the last test. (Maybe I should have erased that memory, but there was no reason not to.)

They apologized. They fixed their messes.

They're quite surprised they didn't do anything in the test to make it worse. Unless they did and they don't know about it. Oh god, what if they did and that's why they've been thrown out?

Kel, stop those thoughts, they berate themselves. You can probably fix it. You just need to get back in there and apologise.

So they do so. It's messy, and there are a lot of tears, and a lot of important people staring. But they get through it and feel sort of better afterward.

And I'm quite surprised when Kel and 4GuysIn1 do a duet together, truly rocking the stage. (The apparitions are more human than I thought.)

Everyone claps, some people hoot politely, and one person throws a dollar bill onto the stage. Both people smile.

After that, Kel doesn't do much. They interact with all the apparitions, answer a few questions, and get to know 4GuysIn1. He's pretty cool, according to them.

Their attention is brought to the stage when the announcer says “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming to our show tonight.” He then says a bunch of words about a foundation for children with Tourette's and gracefully announces the show is over.

Kel files out of the room with everyone else, but finds all the people vanishing the moment they step out into the hallway. I am now visible to them, of course, and they startle the moment they see me.

“Human, age 78 at time of death, stage name White Slime, gender nonbinary, owned approximately five dogs and four cats over the course of their life, mortal designation Kel?” I ask, even though we both know the answer.

“It's you again,” they say. “Did I pass?”

I repeat my question.

“Yes, I'm Kel. Did I pass?”

Why are they so impatient? I adopt a similar tone with them. “Yes. You passed the test. Time for round three.”

“Oh, sweet,” they mumble.

(For @toastedpotatoes and @crownamedblue, who like my brain words apparently)

“Welcome to Hell. To leave, all you must do is finish seven impossible tasks decided by your seven greatest sins. Four people have made it out so far. Will you be the fifth?”

Lovestruck Writers Appreciation Week

Day 3 - Favorite Series

Formerly this title belonged to Havenfall is for Lovers and later Queen of Thieves, which I both still love dearly, but my current favorite is

Reigning Passions

The series just has it all. Beautiful art, exciting stories, amazing worldbuilding, tons of interesting characters and an enchanting soundtrack. I couldn't even decide for a favorite character because I love all LIs so much and I hope we will get much more content in this world soon

do you ever tell yourself that you’re going to do a thing but while you’re doing the thing you realize that you don’t actually know what you’re doing and you’re actually digging yourself deeper into a pit and even though you could totally stop and stop digging yourself into this great pit you’ve made for yourself, a chasm if you will, you keep going because then there would be too many loose ends that someone else would need to tie so you wind up getting to the end and it turns out somewhat ok somehow

anyways here’s a 3 hour bravely default inspired practice speedpaint that turned out somewhat ok somehow

I don't recall if hotch's religious beliefs are ever discussed, but ive always gotten the sense that he was. probably catholic?

anyway. i wonder if, from his perspective, he wasn't lying here.

(for a refresher: this is 2x19, ashes & dust. they're speaking to a woman who was in a fire with her husband and son, of which she was the only survivor. she is unaware her husband and son are gone, and hotch and emily have been informed that "whatever they say, she won't live long enough to know the difference.")

The Secret Reading List: Books mentioned in The Secret History

If you want to be as erudite and elite as the Classics Clique, you’d better add these books to your reading pile…

Specific prose/poetry/plays mentioned:

Untimely Meditations by Friedrich Nietzsche, Epigraph Republic, Book II by Plato, Epigraph Tom Swift by Victor Appleton, 6 Paradise Lost by John Milton, 8, 91 Goodbye, Columbus by Philip Roth, 33 The New Testament, 36 Agamemnon by Aeschylus, 40 Oresteia by Aeschylus, 40 Inferno by Dante, 41, 115 Poetics by Aristotle, 41 The Iliad by Homer, 41, 627 The Bacchae by Euripides, 42, 204 Parmenides by Plato, 67 The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald Ivanhoe by Sir Walter Scott, 85 Rover Boys by Edward Stratemeyer, 85 Journey from Chester to London by Thomas Pennant, 85 The Club History of London by ?, 85 The Pirates of Penzance by W.S. Gilbert, 85 Bobbsey Twins by Laura Lee Hope, 85 Marino Faliero by Lord Byron, 85 The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot, 89 Sherlock Homes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, 92, 622 Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert, 94 Mémoires by Duc de Saint-Simon, 103 Vanity Fair by William Makepeace Thackeray, 110 Othello by Shakespeare, 115 The World Book Encyclopedia, 117 Men of Thought and Deed by E. Tipton Chatsford Invisible Man by H.G. Wells Peter Pan, or The Boy Who Wouldn’t Grow Up by J. M. Barrie, 180 The Divine Comedy by Dante, 184 Superman Comics, 417 The Upanishads, 441, 466 Perry Mason Novels by Erle Stanley Gardner, 442 With Rue my Heart is Laden by A.E. Housman, 466 Lycidas by John Milton, 466 The Charge of the Light Brigade by Alfred Lord Tennyson, 466 In Flanders Fields by John McCrae, 466 Corpus of Mycenaean Inscriptions from Knossos, 481 Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll, 554 The Malcontent by John Marston, 615 The White Devil by John Webster, 615 The Broken Heart by John Ford, epilogue epigraph, 615 Doctor Faustus by Christopher Marlowe, 616 The Revenger’s Tragedy by Cyril Tourneur, 616 Our Mutual Friend by Charles Dickens, 619

Authors mentioned:

J.R.R. Tolkien, 6 Ezra Pound, 16 T.S. Eliot, 16 Alfred Douglas, 18 Robert de Montesquiou, 18 Plato, 22, 36 Homer, 23, 36, 49, 509 Dante, 33 Virgil, 33 Plotinus, 37 Marie Corelli, 85 Shakespeare, 91, 615 Alexander Pope, 103 John Donne, 117 Rupert Brooke, 120 Edgar Allen Poe, 132, 200 Hegel, 139 Raymond Chandler, 153 Gregory of Tours, 481 Thomas Aquinas, 509 P.G. Wodehouse, 538 George Orwell, 576-7 Harold Acton, 577 Salman Rushdie, 582 Agatha Christie, 587 Proust, 612 John Webster, 615 Thomas Middleton, 615 Cyril Tourneur, 615 John Ford, 615 Christopher Marlowe, 615 Walter Raleigh, 615 Thomas Nashe, 615

NB: page numbers correspond to the Popular Penguin Edition.

rly liked it even though i don't think it was that good

I'm gonna watch performance (1970) tomorrow AND IM SO EXCITED I'll update you guys after but I've been looking forward to seeing it ever since I heard about it like 3 weeks ago

IM SCREAMING RN- POOR PERCY NOT REMEMBERING ANYTHING AND POOR CASTOR WHO HAS TO DEAL WITH THE FACT HE GOT HIS BOYFRIEND BACK BUT HE DOESNT KNOW HIM- my little babies deserve love-

Why english needs to have so similar words with diferent meanings 😭😭 though thoughts tough thskxu fuck you i hate in here

i like to think i am a professional unprofessional

*jigs away*