Yucking someone else’s yum is poor form — but it’s become something of chef Gordon Ramsay’s brand. The celebrity chef recently roasted a polarizing, fruity pizza topping, but he hasn’t stopped there.
On Thursday, Ramsay got himself into some hot water after a Twitter user named Rameez asked Ramsay to “please rate my medu vada sambar and nariyal chutney.” Read more.(4/11/2017 11:23 AM)
it’s sloppily splashed in an institutional metal partition plate with a cheap lunchroom spoon, of course he made the prison food joke. it doesn’t matter what the food actually is. you think because it’s indian food it should be immune to criticism? it looks like it was ladled off a steam table by a trustee named bull.
I had a prompt for Heith where people in Hunk’s past were cruel to him and Keith helped him through the struggle. I’m so sorry, my inbox seems to have eaten the request!! I have no idea where it went. I hope that this is what you were looking for :)
Hunk looked at his hands and didn’t know what to do with
them.
People had always told him that they were big and clumsy,
warning him to be careful, admonishing him to be gentle. He’d always been
bigger than the other kids, that meant he had to make sure he didn’t
accidentally hurt anyone by playing too rough or just existing. They expected
him to be awkward, telling him so often that he’d started to believe it
himself. He lived in that fear, never being good enough and always afraid that
someone was going to be hurt. That it would be all his fault.
He’d tried to do something better with the hands they called
clumsy and too-big. He trained them to take apart the insides of machines,
learning the delicate systems and how they worked. He could fix things that
were broken, finding the missing, cracked pieces inside and make them better.
He could improve it beyond what it had been built for.
Hunk had trained his hands to cook, to find the artwork in
creation and innovation. Food was just like machines, he could bring the pieces
together into something new and create something that was better than it used
to be. He could make people happy with these hands. At least he tried.
Now they put a weapon in them and told him to fight when all
he wanted to do was run away.
“Hey Hunk, I didn’t see you at dinner.”
A voice startled him out of his thoughts and he looked up at
Keith, the Red Paladin leaning in the doorway. Keith never had the same
problems, he threw himself into battle like he was born for it. Shiro too, he
faced down the Galra with grim determination and tore them apart with his bare
hands. Even Lance and Pidge stood their ground, Pidge cutting the foes down
with her bayard close enough to be burned by the Galra-bot sparks and Lance
bragging about his sharpshooting skills.
When he hesitated, they all thought he was afraid.
“I just wasn’t that hungry, it’s okay.” He had never been a
good liar and Keith picked up on it right away. The Red Paladin moved to sit
down beside him and Hunk didn’t protest.
“I know the fight today was a bit more intense than we
realized, but we all got out of it in one piece. We took the Galra down, there’s
nothing to be afraid of.” Keith offered, not really used to reassuring others
but learning how to be a friend.
Hunk looked down at his hands. It wasn’t fear, not in the
way they thought. He was more afraid of himself than anything.
“That’s not…you ever
think that I’m not supposed to be here?”
Keith blinked in surprise. “Of course you’re supposed to be
here.” He said, matter-of-factly. “Who else would pilot the Yellow Lion?”
“I don’t know, anyone? Someone who’s a better fighter?” Hunk
sighed, hunching his shoulders uncomfortably like he could somehow make himself
smaller. “I don’t think I’m made for this.”
“Because you hesitated today?”
“Yeah.”
Keith frowned thoughtfully. “I know that you’re nervous, but
you’ve never backed down when we’ve been in trouble before. You figured out how
to get the scaltrite from the weblum too and saved both of our lives. You’re
just doubting yourself.”
“It’s more than that.” Anger edged Hunk’s words and he
folded his hands together, safe and quiet in his lap where they couldn’t do any
more harm. “All you guys are so good at all of this and I’m not. You know I’m not. I don’t like
fighting, I don’t know if I want to do this.”
“But you want to help people?”
The question hung in the air and Hunk knew it would be his
undoing. He always wanted to help, he wanted to make everyone happy. He’d spent
his whole life learning how to make things instead of destroying them, was
fighting really the only way now? He couldn’t just be someone who smashed
things apart, using all that strength and anger he buried inside so it wouldn’t
hurt anyone. That’s not who he was, he’d tried so hard to define himself as
something else.
“I don’t want to hurt anybody.” He admitted softly. “All I
want to do is make things.”
Keith reached out and gently unknotted Hunk’s hands, coaxing
them apart before lacing his fingers with Hunk’s own. “And that’s exactly why
we need you.”
I know discourse is the word of choice in fandom nowadays but I kind of wish we would have stuck with “fandom wank” because it carries the implication that the anger involved culminated into effectively nothing and that the act was wholeheartedly masturbatory in nature rather than for any greater cause.
I saw this post about an hour after I saw a post that said, essentially, “There should be a word for that thing where [exactly describes ‘squeeing’].”
I feel like the time has come to produce something like this:
Squee: The noise you make when something is so good that all you can really do is squeak or squeal. A high pitched sound of delight, often accomanied by hugging yourself or others.
Squick: A fic/art/concept/topic that is repellent to you, so you reject association with it and instead retreat to your personal comfortable spaces- all the while remembering that someone else’s comfort is not your own.
YKINMKATO: Also called “kink tomato.” Abbreviation meaning “your kink is not my kink, and that’s okay.” Used to explain why you are rejecting art or fic brought to you by someone else. A solid mantra to recall instead of sending flames in people’s comments
Flames: The comment equivalent of anon hate.
AMV: “animated music video” or “anime music video.” Often, this is stylized to fit a specific fandom, such as a “PMV” (pony music video) in my little pony. May also be referred to as a lyricstuck.
Filk: Combination of the words “film” and “folk,” this is a music genre, to which “fan songs” and “fan parody covers” belong. If you don’t really understand what this means, take a quick listen to American Pie, then compare Weird Al Yankovic’s Saga Begins
BNF: Big name fan. You know that one person who is just so fuckign popular in your fandom? Their art is always on your dash, everyone knows their fics? Being spoken to directly by them is basically being noticed by everyone ever’s senpai? That’s what these people are called.
DL:DR; Not unliked the teal deer (tl;dr, or “too long, didn’t read”), DLDR means “don’t like? Don’t read!” It’s a reminder that you are under no obligation, ever, to expose yourself to uncomfortable (or, squicky), or potentially harmful (or, triggering), material. Not ever. If you don’t actively like something? It’s not worth your time. Skip it.
Gen: or “genfic” “genart” etc. Fan works which contain no or very little romantic content. Often these are styled after the canon material, and may be called “episodic” ro “slice of life” in addition.
Lemon: Work containing strong pornographic elements
Lime, or Citrus: Work containing mild or implicit pornographic elements
Sockpuppeting: The surprisingly common scenario of someone making a bunch of fake accounts/sideblogs to send themselves reviews or hate, to try to increase views or drama surrounding a work. The accounts they make are called Sockpuppets.
WAFF: Warm and fluffy feelings. A genre of fic that exists just to be therapeutically sweet. Nowadays, usually just called “fluffy.”
Schmoop: Take WAFF and somehow make it even more syrupy. You’ll know it when you see it.
Whump: Imagine if you will, a hurt-comfort fic. The comfort might be considered WAFF. The hurt? That’s the whump.
Wapanese: When white autors pepper their anime fanfic with random, tonally inappropriate japanese words.
Anthropomorfic: Nowadays we just call these “humanstuck” or “humanized AU.”
Wank: Wildly disproportionate drama that crops up because someone wrote/drew/did something that someone else didn’t like. Seriously, I cannot begin to express the fiascos that have come about from all this. Just… Just go look at this.
Plot bunny: Story ideas that you probably won’t ever actually deal with, but that multiply entirely out of control, creating huge worlds in your head that you’re probably not going to write. But hey! You might! And until then they make great sideblogs/askblogs/tumblr posts.
Casefic: Fanfics that try to create an episode-like feel for procedural and crime dramas, moster of the week shows, etc.
Jossed: When popular fan theories and fanon are addressed in the canon of a series, and whoops, turns out we were all very, very wrong.
Kripked: When popular fan theories and fanon are addressed in the canon of a show and, hot damn, we fucking called it.
Secret Masters: The people who run the websites/ communities/etc that we all do our fanning on. Less relevant now that we have things like tumblr, but when everyone had to run their own archival and social sites for each fandom, it was more important to pay our respects to the strange and powerful beings that brought us all together and gave us our fannish homes. Think the staff of AO3, for example.
Bashing: When a writer purposefully writes a specific character as a horrible, horrible person so that they can throw them out of the storyline, usually to allow their OTP to get together without trouble. Distinct from fridging in that it doesn’t require the character to die, but rather to be such a screaming harpy that they get rightfully removed from the main characters’ lives for being an abusive hell beast. Generally, a type of character hate. Be wary of people who bash women, queer people, and POC with consistency: they are not safe to be around.
‘Squick’ also has an alternate horrible meaning for Harry Potter fans who were in fandom a while back. Dear god.
Also:
Purple prose: Fic that is excessively flowery and complicated. Basically the “me, an intellectual” meme. If it has the phrase “cerulean orbs” you know it’s purple prose.
Beige prose: The opposite of purple prose. Basically, the plainest (and, if done wrongly, the most boring) type of prose.
R&R: Read & review. Back from when fic comments were called “reviews” and there was no such fucking thing as the kudos button.
This is something I’ve been mulling over for a while now, but I think I know why the whole ‘anti’ thing on here never really had a snowball’s chance in hell of ensnaring me, at least not as an adult. Because my approach to fandom and fannish activities is fundamentally different than that of a substantial number of younger people on Tumblr. To them, fandom’s both primary and overriding function is that of an activism space. Whereas either twenty years ago or now, my approach has always been:
Fandom is for pleasure.
I’m not saying that it can’t or shouldn’t also be a space for activism – it often is for me as well. What I’m saying is that my primary motivation when approaching fannish activity isn’t activism in and of itself. It’s being pleased. The two aren’t diametrically opposed. To wit:
I ship queer ships because that’s what pleases me, that’s what makes me happy;
I scowl at love triangles and write polyamory instead because I had shoddily-written, eye-rolling-inducing, heteronormative love-triangles shoved down my throat for years and now can’t stand them, whereas poly ships make me grin from ear to ear;
I read and write about politically powerful, complex, conflicted, morally gray women because I love them and went through a dearth of them in far too many mediums
So on and so forth. You might be wondering why I’m even pointing this out and going ‘both roads lead to the same thing for you, same difference.’ Not exactly – and Tumblr itself is amply showing the difference. By not basing my approach solely on a form of activism, I’m effectively not limiting myself in the kinds of things I read or write or enjoy. Not all my queer ships need be all fluff and sunshine and rainbows and healthiness. Not all my women protagonists need be shining beacons of morality (most aren’t). I’m a lifelong educator when it comes to consent culture, but that doesn’t mean I’m obligated to renounce my ravishment fantasies, either in my head, my reading or when practiced in the consensual, communication-first environment of a kinky relationship.
The difference came into sharp focus for me a few months ago, when a post written against the Prince Lotor/Lance pairing of Voltron went something along the lines of ‘shipping this abusive ship is bad because it’s horrible representation for MLM!’ The bedrock assumption underlying the whole thing was that all fannish activity had a moral duty to exist for the express purpose of validation and good representation. Therefore Lotor/Lance wasn’t seen as something in bad taste, to give an example, but rather as a moral failing. This clashes head-on with my own approach, because I’ll ship healthy, meant-to-aspire to dynamics when they please me – but I also go for messy, broken, terrible ones when they also please me.
For me, the overriding question in fandom isn’t ‘what is the most Perfectly Progressive Thing here so I can focus on that.’ It’s ‘what’s the Thing That Pleases Me Most in here.’ That the progressive things largely end up overlapping with what makes me happy is due to my experiences with marginalization and all its associated shit. This, however, doesn’t change the fact that the non-overlap section also includes other things that do it for me (that cater to my kinks, to my darker preferences when it comes to fiction, etc).
The disconnect, I think, comes from the fact that for me (and other older people who’ve also done a lot of hands-on activism work out in meat-space) fandom has always been a place to temporarily break away from how bleak and fuckingexhausting activism can get – to relax and unwind and just lose ourselves for a while, when our IRL projects seem to just be spinning their wheels in the mud. Fandoms that are nothing but activism spaces, where everything must be sanitized and pre-approved and healthy and Pure are a nightmare for me specifically because it would mean I’d have to live my life primarily as an activist 24/7, until I’m completely burnt out.
However, a lot of young people on here haven’t done any on-the-ground activism work – their first meeting with activism was on the Internet and in fandoms and the only place where they could stretch their legs as activists was fandom. Therefore, they take this one step farther and naturally view fandom as primarily a place for activism. I don’t even have to describe how horribly that clashes with what I described above – you can see it at work on Tumblr every day, in the myriad of posts going ‘how dare you ship this?!’ or ‘how dare you get off on that?!?!’ or ‘how dare you support this kink!’
This is why it’s so difficult for a lot of people of my age to find any common-ground with antis. Our starting points are radically different and even when we have more in common than different in regard to fannish preference, we’ll still never see eye to eye, because whole sections of this place have taught themselves that it’s a supposedly horrid thing to approach fandom from any angle that’s not based on a very strict, narrow sort of morality.
I seriously can’t tell you how many different times I’ve seen different men pretend they’re going to fucking die so they can guilt a woman into something sexual! Men are evil.
