All art is at once surface and symbol

Copy-pasting from my Twitter, because I'm fucking PISSED.

"An artist who draws things I don't like is an amputee? lololol time to accuse them they chopped their own leg off for fetishistic purposes!🤪🤪🤪" SHUT. THE FUCK. UP.

I hate antis. I hate antis so fucking much. I hate antis, those fucking ableist pieces of fucking TRASH.

Homie/homunculus100_ is my favorite Spamtis artist who also drew a lot of poignant Spamton art, and the fact they got bullied off Twitter for "fEtIsHiZiNg AmPuTeEs" (aka daring to find their own body sexy instead of crippled) is fucking DISGUSTING.

Homie drew a simple G-rated art of people with mobility devices "like me :-)". That's it. That's what prompted the harassment. That's what blew the whistle for the Fire Nation to attack.

All because they drew incest. All because they drew noncon. All because they drew "pRoBlEmAtIc" art. Antis have to make up a fucking lie about Homie's disability and weaponize it against them. But sure, Homie is the ableist one. Not the antis. It's fucking victim-blaming, but uwuuuuuu, the antis are the HEROES guiz! They're keeping the Internet and art world pure from "hideous fetishists" like Homie! 🤪 Sure. Shoot all the songbirds until the woods is fucking silent, but the songbirds were singing about the joys of incest and pedophilia, so it's okay! 🤪🤪🤪

Even if Homie did chop their leg, who cares? It's not affecting you. It's their body, they can do what they want with it as long as it's not hurting anybody else. Mind your own goddamn business.

I swear to fuck I am pumping the entire Internet with Spamtis until the antis GO THE FUCK AWAY and SHUT THE FUCK UP. And each time they bully ANOTHER innocent talented artist off the Internet for "being problematic", the Spamtis spam is going to double. Quadruple.

I am NOT going to let a bunch of snot-nosed Puriteens tell me what I can and can't post on the Internet. I am NOT going to let a bunch of pearl-clutching Frollos demonize me for what I ship, what I write, or what I draw. I am NOT going to let antis erase the love, passion, and creativity meant to be fostered by fandom.

I don't care if you're a minor. I don't care if you're a minority. I don't care if you're traumatized. When you go as far as bullying people off the Internet just because you don't like the subject matter of their art and try to disguise it as "social justice," YOU ARE THE VILLAIN.

Homie? I don't know if you're seeing this, but your art is an inspiration to me. It plays a major influence in how I write Spamtis and Spamton, and the bullshit naysayers spew is not changing that.

So I found myself in a bit of a pickle. I want to start a new game of Ultra Moon, but I wanted to check if I had any rare Pokemon first. Sure enough, I had Legendaries and Ultra Beasts gifted to me from a best friend, one Mythical, and biggest of all, a Shiny Poipole I received from an event. The logical thing to do would be to use Pokemon Bank to transfer my mons to Pokemon Home, right? The problem is my pass expired, so I can't use it. I can't add funds to my 3DS anymore, so I'd have to use a Nintendo eShop card. On top of this, I have a time limit: all services for the 3DS are shutting down on March 23rd, 2023.

Oh shit, I thought. I better hustle and get myself an eShop card! One Gamestop visit later, and I'm ready to insert the code and save my Pokemon.

Pokemon Bank: Invalid! You can't add funds to the 3DS anymore!
Me: ...What.
Pokemon Bank: See, when we said you could still use funds from your 3DS, we meant money that you already had left over from the past. You know, before we prevented you from adding funds.
Me: You fucking lied to me. You said I could still use cards to add funds before the deadline.
Pokemon Bank: lol lmao

So yeah. My event Shiny Poipole is fucking stuck on my 3DS with no way of moving into the next generation. The best I could hope for is to move my Pokemon to my Moon cartridge, reset, then move them back to Ultra Moon and wait for the day Pokemon Bank becomes free so I can finally transfer everyone, but lololololol tough fucking luck, like that's gonna happen.

This is the biggest bullshit ever.

Me: (checks her LJ/DW and notices she accidentally posted an unfinished snippet from a smut RP) WHOOPS

It's gone now. It was a graphic snippet too. Auuuuuugh. My sincere apologies for anyone who saw that. ._.;;;;

Don't read unless you want your day ruined.

( TW: Animal abuse and brutality. It's about as fun for me too, but I have to get it out of my system. )

I don't know when I'm loading the Realmscon photos, since I don't have a cable for my phone yet. So instead, let's talk about Undertale.

I did both peace and genocide runs. I'm going to go indeph in spoilers into this, and Undertale is the kind of game you should NOT be spoiled for. So... play it first, okay? Then come back and hear me cry.

( Inside the labyrinth walls, there lies a tiny child who sleeps alone )

( And this child I will destroy if you try to set her free )

I recommend playing the peace run, then if you're wondering THAT much about the genocide route, you can play it up to a point... THEN FOR THE LOVE OF GOD STOP AND RESET BEFORE YOU FACE ASGORE. That way, you'll get all the extra dialogue about what you've done that round for the next playthrough, but still have a chance to redeem yourself. You can always watch the genocide ending on Youtube. Listen to people when they say personally beating the genocide run will ruin the best ending forever. Not just in a metaphorical/psychological sense. It literally WILL.

I was clearly too optimistic last post. 'Cause now I remember WHY we've never succeeded in making our house look "normal" and clean enough to invite neighbors over.

Me: *dumps a bunch of garbage-looking papers in a bag*
Dad: OMG THOSE PAPERS MIGHT BE IMPORTANT DON'T MIX THEM NOW I HAVE TO GO THROUGH THE ENTIRE BAG
Bag: *sits there and is never checked, so it becomes a part of the house's mess*

And he yells at me if I've already thrown the bag out.

What's the fucking point? Every little scrap of paper is apparently of ~*~enormous significance~*~ and something important will be OMG LOST FOREVER if it's thrown out. So if I'm sorting papers the "wrong way" by mixing what could be "important" papers with "garbage," I'll just get lectured and yelled at by Dad. Mom does the same thing, and her room is the most impossible place to clean in our garbage heap of a home.

No wonder we never get anything fucking finished. No wonder this house will never get clean.

"Does Mr. Roger's know you're at a party again?" He smirks.
"Mr. Rogers?" I don't get it.
"Your boyfriend. He is the biggest square I have even seen”

Don't you dare bring up Mr. Rogers like that, you miserable ball of slime. He's a million times more the man you'll ever be, Mr. Totally-Not-Overcompensating-With-My-New-Name Hardin.

“Don't talk about him like that, he is.. he is.. nice" I stutter.

Harry laughs and I stand up. He doesn't know Noah at all. "You could only dream of being as nice as he is" I snap.

“Nice? That's the first word that comes to your mind when talking about your boyfriend? Nice is your 'nice' way of calling him boring."

Yeah, a boy who actually treats girls like they're human beings? How dull.

“He isn't boring, you don't know him”
"I know that he is boring. I could tell by his cardigan and loafers"

Harry's head rolls back in laughter and I can't ignore his dimples.

While we're at it, let's make assumptions about people from the way they dress.

“He doesn't wear loafers" I say and cover my mouth so I don't laugh with him at my boyfriend's expense.

You can go to hell too, Tessa.

I grab the water and take a drink.

"Well he has been dating you for two years and hasn't fucked you yet, I would say he is a square.”



It's too bad there's no complete sporkings of this series. It's the only fucking way I can get anywhere near this thing. At least I can take comfort in the fact the published version flopped abysmally.

Meanwhile, I'm dealing with ableist bullshit at a comm I frequent. That's what happens when you're openly autistic on the Internet, I suppose. Whoopee.

Will Sylvain Reynard shut the fuck up about "Closer" from Nine Inch Nails? All she ever does is quote the "fuck you like an animal" line and act like it's the single most objectifying and sinful lyric in the universe. Never mind that Trent Reznor's written other sexually-charged songs and that "Reptile" is 100x more violent, degrading, and disturbing. Never mind that he wrote "Fragile," one of my favorite NIN songs and one of the wibbliest love songs ever. On the other hand, I totally see Reynard using "Fragile" as a way for Gabriel to compare it with Julia, and yuck. I actually hope it never comes up. Reynard already thinly alluded to Trent doing backup vocals for Tori Amos' "Past The Mission," and I don't want her to shit on more of my favorite bands and songs.

Everybody in this book other than Gabriel has better chemistry with Julia. Rachel was basically professing her love to Julia before she had to go on the plane. DON'T LEAVE ME RACHEL, YOU'RE THE ONE CHARACTER I DON'T FEEL LIKE STABBING A PIKE THROUGH *sobs*

It never ever goes through Julia's brain that her big nostalgic night with Gabriel was when he was drunk off his ass. Of COURSE he doesn't remember her! Why the fuck doesn't she tell him about the night at the apple orchard? Just say, "Hey, I don't think you remember me, but one time, we kissed at an apple orchard." It's not that fucking hard. Manufactured drama/Lack of Communication Kills like this does not increase the goddamn tension in romance novels; it just makes me think the characters are fucking stupid!

IhatethisbookIhatethisbookIhatethisbook

By the way, there's still four chapters open for anyone who wants to spork the book here. :D I might consider taking another chapter on, this book is pissing me off this much.

Edit: ( TW: Slut-shaming and tasteless use of eating disorders )

I may have to stay off tumblr for a while. Believe it or not, it's not because of sjws. It's just that everything happening in Ferguson right now and the utter failure of America to protect black people while celebrating their white murderers is nauseating.

This is the last straw.

America, please please please please please please PLEASE arrest this bastard.

Things I did NOT want to see on my dash while looking up the "chinchilla" tag: a gory picture of a flayed chinchilla.

GODDAMMIT I was trying to find cute chinchilla pictures and .gifs, and that was NOT something I wanted to see ghdsjkhdsjkgsgd. Why the hell isn't there a block button, gdshjgksdgdsg. I am well fucking aware of the horrible chinchilla coat business I DID NOT NEED TO FUCKING SEE THAT. Especially when I'm trying to show cute stuff to my Dad. Thank god he missed the picture at least.