THE LAST TRUE QUEEN OF VIOLENCE

I feel like "enjoying depictions of problematic people and dynamics in fiction isn't the same as commending it in real life" should be obvious to any literate adult, but too many people online can't handle anything more complicated than children's cartoons

The internet loves joking about toxic yuri as a vague concept but I feel like if I actually talked about any specific toxic yuri I enjoy I'll be crucified instantly

You. It's been a hard day, hasn't it? Clench your jaw. Lock your knees. Stiffen your arms and tighten your shoulders. Curl your toes into the earth. It's not gonna be okay. Pretty soon this day will be a pleasant memory of how much less painful it all was ❤️

Humans evolved cuteness aggression as a trait because cute things deserve to die

In my new gacha game, you can now pull for scantily clad anime women who represent famous airplane crashes.

I will never be accepted into the greater artist community until I learn to love the acrylic charm. Yes master the American social media artist selling mass produced acrylic charms with their own digital design printed upon it is the most exploited proletariat in the world. No master I will never ever learn about the exploitation of global south workers. Yes master the acrylic charm was spontaneously generated as soon as the Artist paid a completely arbitrary fee. No master the Artist is the only person who matters

A mid-sized western art youtuber can hire a team to design a plushie, have that plushie manufactured in a South Asian country, get it shipped to America, and sell it for 30 dollars. And this is just some arbitrary number with no geopolitical context and if you, the Consumer, think it's too expensive. Then you are Starving The Artist, the poor poor prole who can't afford to eat but can, somehow, afford to use the labor of 400 Bengali women to make a plushie of a frog wearing stockings.

I think if I heard I Gotta Feeling by The Black Eyed Peas in the correct circumstances it could move me to tears. It's like the promise of a brighter future that never came to pass