Gaming is like this too, due to its sheer scope, so there are multiple flavors. Are you a Gamer(Decent and well-adjusted), Gamer(Anger management issues), Gamer(Racist), Gamer(Cheater-hyperparanoid), etc., etc. It’s enough of a problem that I hesitate to refer to myself as a”Gamer” in public spaces. That’s not even beginning to mention Gamer(“anti-woke”), who are basically the laughingstock of the internet 24/7.
There’s certain hobbies and interests that aren’t inherently conservative or regressive but do attract a lot of people who are those things or worse and when you’re a progressive person involved in those hobbies hearing that someone else is interested in your hobby usually has to involve some “But are you normal about it?” conversations before you get too excited
“Sir what is the meaning of your choice” “mraow” “unbelievable”
Do not let his appearance fool you! he may look like a suave businessman, but he is unemployed and only one years old
Ey that's the good stuff
Real fursona hours 👀👀
Anyways me and a couple of IRL friends fursonas,,, that I designed because I have too much time on my handshfj;; mines the far right 👀 one next to mine is @anh0ff ‘s
Remember when that girl tried to say that firefox was bad because a former CEO was homophobic and I pointed out why that was a terrible take (throwing out the baby [open source non-google web browser with great extensions] with the bathwater [dipshit who left like ten years ago and also developed javascript and i don't see you ditching all sites with java for your principles]) and she went and looked through my posts and tried to call me out for supporting hyperconsumptive capitalism and encouraging anorexia because I'd reblogged a photoset from a runway show and I was like "bitch I don't care about fashion, I've got a latex fetish" and then she blocked me?
That was very funny.
god i love how fucking ridiculous the internet is
tumblr is a free website compilation
my dad–also a writer–came to visit, and i mentioned that the best thing to come out of the layoff is that i’m writing again. he asked what i was writing about, and i said what i always do: “oh, just fanfic,” which is code for “let’s not look at this too deeply because i’m basically just making action figures kiss in text form” and “this awkward follow-up question is exactly why i don’t call myself a writer in public.”
he said, “you have to stop doing that.”
“i know, i know,” because it’s even more embarrassing to be embarrassed about writing fanfic, considering how many posts i’ve reblogged in its defense.
but i misunderstood his original question: “fanfic is just the genre. i asked what you’re writing about.”
i did the conversational equivalent of a spinning wheel cursor for at least a minute. i started peeling back the setting and the characters, the fic challenge and the specific episode the story jumps off from, and it was one of those slow-dawning light bulb moments. “i’m writing about loneliness, and who we are in the absence of purpose.”
as, i imagine, are a lot of people right now, who probably also don’t realize they’re writing an existential diary in the guise of getting television characters to fuck.
“that’s what you’re writing. the rest is just how you get there, and how you get it out into the world. was richard iii really about richard the third? would shakespeare have gotten as many people to see it if it wasn’t a story they knew?”
so, my friends: what are you writing about?