If there is ever a live action adaptation of Gideon the Ninth, the ONLY acceptable way to do it would be in the style of a competitive reality TV show. Each of them has a one line introduction like *from beneath the deep veil of a goth nun habit* “I am the Reverend Daughter Harrowhark Nonagesimus, the greatest necromancer of my generation, and I did not come here to make friends. I came here to win.” And then we cut to the creepy Eighth guy in an interview segment and he’s saying “those heretical shadow cultists? I can’t even eat with them around. Whether I win or loose, I KNOW I’m not letting that creepy bitch ascend to Lyctorhood.” And then Teacher starts narrating “it’s only day one, and the competition is already heating up, but we still have a long way to go to find who the Next Top Lyctor will be. Now let us pray.” There’s those dramatic zoom ins and those drum sound effect and someone gasping whenever a body is found. Whenever someone storms off it’s filmed like when a cameraman follows someone storming off the sound stage after a particularly bad fight going “I’m done, I’m fucking done.” Harrow keeps telling the cameras to stop following her. After Ianthe says something deeply fucked up at the worst time, it cuts to her in a confessional segment going “Listen, I just tell it like it is, and I’m not afraid to stir the pot.” Do you see my vision?
It slowly shifts style, following the darkening tone of the book, until eventually it’s basically a found footage horror movie interrupted by the occasional increasingly fucked up confessional from Ianthe, culminating in the big fight at the end which is all cloverfield style. The cameraman dies right before Gideon, with just her legs in frame when she jumps on the fence. The conversation between Harrow and John at the end is like the award ceremony at the end of the season, where she visibly goes off script to beg for Gideon’s life. John says no, and we cut to one last confessional which is just Harrow staring at the camera in silence for an uncomfortable amount of time while her eyes grow ever tearier, until Ianthe throws open the door behind her with a scalpel or a bonesaw or something and says some shit like “oh, there you are, Harry. Shall I get inside you now?”
Every so often it cuts to a commercial break that’s just propaganda for the armies of the nine houses, which feature rousing drum & fife music, plucky commentary, and arresting footage of teenagers getting bravely blown up in the name of their emperor. It cuts back to the competition without comment.
hey netizens! i’m not sure how many people are aware, but youtube’s been slowly rolling out a new anti-adblock policy that can’t be bypassed with the usual software like uBlock Origin and Pi-Hole out of the gate
BUT, if you’re a uBlock Origin user (or use an adblocker with a similar cosmetics modifier), you can add these commands in the uBlock dashboard (under My Filters) to get rid of it!
reblog to help keep the internet less annoying and to tell corporations that try shit like this to go fuck themselves <3
Speaking as a youtuber who relies on those ads for my income: absolutely block that shit!
Google can TURBO fuck off with this walled garden business tyrant bullshit, advertising fucking sucks and people should have the right to opt out of it on their own fucking computers. I would infinitely rather miss out on some af revenue than see the internet that Google is trying to build come to fruition.
First of all, the above is true: I would rather lose out on your ad revenue than support YouTube in trying to make the platform a walled garden like that.
Secondly, as a reminder, I do my casual shitposting and reblogging over on @tbposting, so follow that one if you want that. I try mostly to post Q&A and my own work on the main here.
“but shrouded black figures are scary!” not when ur muslim. its the funniest fucking thing. this is labeled on pinterest under shit like “classic horror” “scary phone wallpaper”
but that LITERALLY just looks like a niqabi or someone in a jilbab. Like Look at this pic of me (from a self photoshoot, now w/o the dramatic lighting and dark background)
or this pic of me
or this pic of me
like its so funny i can’t be scared of shrouded figures it just looks like me.
if i saw this i would just be like “Assalam alaikum sister, dope sword you got there”
I mean I think a part of the ‘scary background’ bit is the thing where the individual in question is staring directly at the viewer from a foggy pond in a dense forest. And also the literal burning halo
sounds like a normal Friday night. if a sister wants to go on a walk in the evening who am i to stop her. if she has a burning halo that’s the will of god.
Every now and then I see a post that reminds me that most non-kin have an idea of the otherkin community that’s defined more by people who made fun of us than by our community itself
If you heard about otherkin through general tumblr osmosis but never made an effort to actually understand us, your mental image of otherkin is mostly likely informed by people who pretended to be otherkin to start drama with the express intent to get people to hate us. It was really common a while back for anti-kin to create blogs posing as otherkin and post absurd, ridiculous, and inflammatory things like “I’m plantkin and keeping houseplants is slavery” or “I’m dragonkin and I ate my mom’s jewelry”. If you actually knew anything about the community it was fairly easy to figure out that these blogs were trolls, but most of the people on tumblr at the time either didn’t know enough to be able to tell, or didn’t even consider that they might be fake
And the most upsetting part? It fucking worked. So many people still seem to think that those posts were genuine reflections of what being otherkin means and how we act or talk about our kin identities
If you want to learn what otherkin are like, outside of hatred and mockery, if you wanna see how rich an vibrant our community is, and how varied our experiences are, here’s some further reading:
I always wanted to believe in magic. I believed in Santa Claus way longer than I should have (especially as a Jew), any outing to walk my dog would be considered a magical adventure, and I would take anything as an excuse to use my imagination. I remember when I was in elementary school, playing Skylanders with some kids, and believing deep down that they were showing me the way to Skyland. I’m 21 now, and since elementary school, I learned a lot about the world. After all, no one really believed in magic, and anyone who I thought believed alongside me just did it to entertain a child who didn’t know any better. How else would you explain the support of those delusions? No, this is not to say the magic they do believe in isn’t real. Science is extraordinarily beautiful, wondrous, and fascinating, every word you would use to describe any fantasy world. However, I always found something off about science. While yes, it is all those things I described, it is also un-fantastical in a way, for lack of a better word. This nature of science, while hard to describe, is easy to feel. It carries a sort of terran monotony that this whole plane of existence is suffering under. Perhaps its simply the aesthetic of science, or the need to ensure everything is proven, but science (as it is very happy to admit, from my lack of knowledge), does have its fair share of gaps. Gaps that are filled by children with overactive imaginations…out of all people. I am no child psychologist (I would love some input for those who know better about this field than I do), however when kids play dinosaurs, there is a level of..well play. They know it is a game, and they know that they are six year olds stomping around and roaring at each other. But there is also an unspoken contract, a rule to suspend their disbelief and believe wholeheartedly that they are dinosaurs. For those 15 minutes of recess, they were not human. In those 15 minutes, magic was real.
TTRPGs are a space that I do not know much about. I know that people sit around a table, telling a story with their friends, and that story often involves a lot of dice rolling, playing cards, writing, and everything in between. And many parts of this space do intrigue me. Specifically the RP (role play) part. At first glance, those who partake in this hobby are those kids on the playground playing dinosaurs, each consenting to play in this world of fantasy. And although I do hold a place of reverence for TTRPGS, like science, something is missing. Although they do play in this fantasy world, they don’t see themselves as full acting participants. Like watching a movie in a theater, they enter the game, play for 3 hours, and then return to their normal lives. In a relatively short timespan, they go from being the main character, to being NPCs. Furthermore, of course this is just pretend, they don’t really believe they are orcs, elves, and dragons, that would be unscientific! These games are just vehicles to hang out with your friends with, after all. This is not an attack on TTRPG players, not at all! In fact, they are getting somewhere in the quest to replicate the magic that I am seeking, but once again, something is missing.
I first heard about the otherkin community at the age of around 16. I remember watching a “This Exists’ ’ video (a now-defunct series about the weird and wonderful sides of the internet) on it, and while I don’t remember specifically how I felt, I did feel a sense of yearning. A sense that these individuals hold the answers to what I am seeking, what I truly am. After doing some digging, I found the therian subreddit. After seeing people do tarot readings for what theriotype they were, I decided to throw my hat into the ring. I asked if I was a dolphin or a red panda, two of my favorite animals. The result itself was irrelevant, as I was inadvertently excluded from many therian spaces. I do not wish to play the blame game, or point fingers at any one person or group of individuals, after all this exclusion could be a simple misunderstanding of the customs. However, from my understanding, you can’t choose to be therian. I fully expected Sir Ian McKellen himself to enter my room, scream at me “YOU ARE INDEED A DRAGON YOUNG MAN” and leave in a puff of smoke. While I did hear stories of divine intervention, I also heard tales of everything from dehumanization to LSD trips. I also do not personally vibe with the whole “creature of the forest, living away from technology” thing they had going on, an aesthetic I do indeed respect, while not being my own. In short, they had a wonderful community, that was just not my community. They had a wonderful community, but something was missing.
I am an A-list actor, producer, writer and director. I starred in multiple movies that were hits in the box office, a 12 season action-adventure-comedy tv show, and I live in a mansion with an arcade, waterslides, a mario-esque pipe for transport, and doors that could take you anywhere in the multiverse. Sooner or later, I became a protogen (what, you didn’t see the furry thing coming from a mile away?), and after that, I became a guardian of imagination, a red panda dragon fursona thing. I could hear the keyboards of 1000 neurotypicals typing now, saying truly insightful comments such as: “this is what people died in wars for” “Jesus will save you” (again, im Jewish) and my personal favorite, the snowflake emoji. However, I could practically see 1000 kids just like me, their faces beaming with excitement and joy, with a million questions, chief among which being “can I do that too?”. After recess ended, I kept my non-normal non-human beliefs. Same with after I graduated, after high school, and even after University. While its easy to say that this is a game for me (to some level, it truly is), it is also something much more. Like those kids on the playground, these beliefs turn mundane existence into a game. A once boring test now becomes a perilous boss fight, family drama becomes unimportant exposition, and my purpose is beyond the capitalist cycle of education, work, retire, die. To those who argue otherwise, a proposition; at what age do you stop believing, what time period do you stop pretending, what phase of life makes you done with believing in your imagination? Simply put, for those questioning if they are beyond human, if they are something greater, if their identity is that of imagination and art, the answer is a simple “do you want to be?”.
