Human here, I won’t take much of your time and this is gonna be a lil sentimental so scroll down if you don’t wanna see that on your dash.
Yeen has meant a lot of things to me. Originally he was the pinnacle of my personality in D&D character making, he was the most Me character I’ve ever made.
When I decided he should helm my mtg tumblr, I had no idea people would love him so quickly. I went from around 200 to 900 followers in days, it was crazy and made me super happy that so many people found laughs and good feelings in his posts.
Through some rough times he really became my self esteem and motivation. I felt like trash a lot, but how much you all loved him made me feel like worthy trash, trash with a higher purpose. You all gave me confidence in myself when nothing else in my life was good. I had some really bad days you all turned around rull quick, and I am so grateful for that. One of my more fond memories of being in the mtg community was Flavoracle peddling the invention Painter’s Servant, I’ve always hoped I’d come across that card just for the memories.
Yeen has also helped me continue to bring people together in the mtg community. That’s something I’ve always done among friends, but things like the Pup n Bugle discord chat make me so happy. I wish work allowed me to jump on more often but I love that people are consistently talking about stuff on that thread, I don’t even care what but that even more jumped on makes me even happier.
Lastly, something Yeen has helped me discover is I both am and am not my father. This is something I have grappled with for, well, since middle school really. He can be rude and mean and I wanted to distance myself from that as much as possible. Yeen is crass, obnoxious, in many ways I am like my father, that is inescapable. But Yeen has a lot of heart, something I didn’t plan but you all have drawn from him. Yeen helped realize in myself I have become my own man for the better (this is different from when I had a finger up my butt and realized I was an adult if you want to know that story message me).
I’m nearing 2,000 followers, something I think is incredible. Im not sure what I’ll do for that but I’ll probably just improvise something and bite off something more than Yeen can chew.
I don’t think a thank you is quite right, I don’t want to thank you for following me. That’s voluntary. You aren’t doing me a service, you follow me because you enjoy all of this. Instead, I’m glad.
I’m glad you all find some light or enjoyment from Yeen. I’m glad you have come together more as a community. I’m glad for your words, and for everything we have all shared. I’m glad for this happy accident of a gnoll who wandered his way from the D&D world into MTG and made friends.
“During the lifetime of great revolutionaries, the oppressing classes constantly hounded them, received their theories with the most savage malice, the most furious hatred, and the most unscrupulous campaigns of lies and slander. After their deaths, attempts are made to convert them into harmless icons, to canonize them, so to say, and to hallow their names, to a certain extent, for the ‘consolation’ of the oppressed classes, and with the object of duping the latter, while, at the same time, robbing the revolutionary theory of its substance, blunting its revolutionary edge, and vulgarizing it.”
I hope everyone is well aware that hybristophilia exists. You can’t blame someone for being sexually attracted towards criminals. That’s to the people who hate on other people who “obsess” over murderers or are attracted to them. As long as they’re not harming anybody, you have no reason to be such an asshole and call them disgusting or that they should die. I don’t care if you insult the actual murderers, since that is still somewhat reasonable, but hating on people in the true crime community is so low. They haven’t hurt anybody, they’re minding their own business, and they’re sure as fuck not walking around insulting you all for having a different opinion. Remember there are real people behind those blogs, a lot of them suffer from different disorders, and find comfort in the community. You have absolutely no right to hate on them.
Whatever we had is just water under the bridge now. While you walk across the wooden planks and reach new people, I’m floating in what used to be. I’ve come a long way from the usual drowning. I never really learned how to swim in any regular bodies of water, so it’s not surprising that I didn’t fare well in those thickened by nostalgia. You got out so easily as if it was just another day at the beach for you. Maybe it was. Maybe the idea of us was just a good pastime, and that’s all it was ever meant to be. And honestly, that’s okay.