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[Image ID: Yellow gradient graphic with the text 'MCYT META ZINE' followed by 'Voice Actor Applications are OPEN' and then '12th - 26th May'.]
Are you someone who loves bringing written text to life? Do you enjoy meta analysis within MCYTblr? Whether you're trying voice acting for the first time, or you're a seasoned video essayist, we'd love to have you here on the Metazine!
The forms to apply as a Voice Actor for the MCYT Metazine are open until May 26th at 11:59 UTC!
This role involves reading out the written pieces that have been created by our wonderful analysts, or voice acting on behalf of a contributor during a short interview segment. We'll provide a list of pieces and you can let us know which you'd prefer to read - more information will be within the application form.
As part of the application process, we'll ask for you to read out a short extract and send it over. Make sure you have a good mic so we can hear you at your finest - if you don't have one at home, it's likely your local public library may have one you can borrow!
Don't forget to check out our FAQs, and send us an ask if you have any other questions. Good luck!
see the opening performance (griande and scarpenter) here
bonus scott under the cut (warning, a lot of skin... and me losing my sanity)
someone requested sabrina scottpenter... here you go (theres so much skin im sorry)
im ashamed to say how long i spent thinking about the nicknames. just have this mess if a scratch page . im going insane i think
Yoohoo vgen challenge entry woop woop
Yoyoyoyeyeye
tumblr is full of phrases that we are all so desensitized to that they're just normal, but if you say it to a person in real life its so funny to them its a one-hit insta kill
Honestly fascinating how much The Lifers dehumanize themselves.
They so often see themselves as monsters, curses, weapons, rabid animals, assets, currency, anything but people.
Lives are currency, bodies are only as important as they are useful, every word they speak, every breath they breathe, they think of themselves in bargaining power and viability and use.
They cut off parts of themselves, it's okay, it won't be permanent. They push down their feelings and desires, because honoring them won't get you anywhere. They die. They wake up again.
Something puppets them, strings that can't be cut. There is no agency in this place, they are always on stage.
Something opens its mouth to devour them. They are livestock off to slaughter, their very emotions cuts of meat.
Something won't let them leave, traps them behind invisible glass. Bug taxidermy, butterfly wings pinned to a wall.
There's something inherently dehumanizing in the mere concept of the games. There is no end, there is no way out, there is no choice. You will kill, and you will bleed, and you will die, and They will feast on your performance, and you will wake up to kill again.
How can you keep seeing yourself fully as a person through that? How can you not start to look in the mirror and see a sharpened blade made for killing, or a puppet dancing on stage, or butterfly wings pinned to the wall, or livestock to slaughter?
This world is one that poisons the mind, destroys the body, and steals the soul.
tr!bbh redesign :)
I HATE THESE GUYS
These two sillies cuz I love them sm
I'll change Scars design in a bit
grian they could never make me hate you (part 2)
Day 76
DO YOU SEE MY VISION
DO YOU SEE IT
THE VISION THE VISIONNNNNNN