comrade of shrikes

Every time I think about the Travelers I black out a little. Every angle you can approach them from reveals new fucked up Situations. The inherent dynamic of your 'team leader' being the actual team leader's probationary boyfriend who would sell every other member of the team to One Direction for a corn chip and a vague promise of Maybe Helping His Girlfriend and who has gotten increasingly less concerned about pretending that's not true to anyone's faces. Once he fucked up and called someone by the numerical rank of 'Value To Operation Saving Noelle' he's assigned them all in his head and then refused to tell anyone else what their number was and they all just had to live with that one. They have to let him keep making the worst decisions imaginable because none of them can bear the consequences of shouldering the responsibility themselves. He put a thirteen year old in a Wire Strangling-Slicing Murder Art Piece as a distraction. He makes everyone put on colour coordinated black and red outfits because it's 'intimidating'. He's the worst and bravest person they know. He's going to get everybody killed and he's the reason they're all still alive. He is wearing a top hat. They are all in hell.

One time he very clearly tried to push Oliver into traffic in the middle of Krouse Staring and Smoking Fugue State Time entirely unprovoked and they also just have to live with that one. I know this in my heart.

Also. New note. Sometimes he invents new things none of them have heard of before as team strategies. And Krouse claims it's about the 'meta' but it becomes increasingly and violently clear that he is forcing people to agreed to 'the meta' because if he ever weighed the genuine pro/con lost for looking out for Noelle well, Everyone on Earth Bet can go to hell, a decision Francis Krouse made literal years before anyone questioned him on it. And yet, also, ultimately a gut level decision where another hopeless pair-bond would make a different yet equally or more crucial decision.

i did this for like 5 minutes . Consecutively. I’m easily entertained

"He wouldn't say that" has a beautiful cousin, and her name is "That's Not What This Story is About".

In 2026, the chicest thing a gay actor can do is never explicitly come out as gay but also make it abundantly clear that he is. Coming out is too modern. Staying closeted is too old fashioned. But this method merges contemporary freedom with Old Hollywood glamour and allure, and it weeds out the dumbest people who truly don’t get it. I call it the Pascal Method.

Taylor Swift does this

no she doesn’t

You clearly don't go here or to queer history and signaling, or both, enough to have this conversation and I'm not going to explain it to you. You could have asked questions, you could have done even a modicum of research. You didn't and you made yourself look ignorant. Goodbye.

#I'm fucking crying#this is an instant classic#this is the next meme#i can't believe I'm here to see a baby copypasta nary two hours old#I can't#lol#i laughed way too hard#iconic

In fact, I'll go so far as to say that if forced to choose between the sincerely annoying writer over the ironic annoying writer. At least the sincere one is committing to something. I, personally, am more interested in a genuine effort to Mean Something even with a defensive reflex than the type of writing that comes with all potential clumsy vulnerability pre-scrubbed so that I, the reader, am made implicitly aware that the author carefully curated kinks just off the mainstream enough to trigger SEO discoverability but not so unusual that they're alienating to a meticulously reseached market niche, and thus that discussing their work in places that will enhance the market penetration of their work will not expose me, the reader, to any risk of vulnerability myself. Because it's all a Bit, isn't it.

i think its charming when peoples personal lives improve and they get drastically worse at posting