#ALSO why do they keep doing the same shit

[postmoderntongues]

I will fight a male 3x my size (usually not WIN, but still FIGHT) half a pitcher and three bumps into the night if my fight or flight gets activated and i feel like I have the option not to default to fawn. I am 5'10 260 and would not fight a four and a half foot dike with a double digit weight. I almost threw hands in a dive bar with my buddy's ex 22 minutes into the year i was hearing kill bill sirens i didnt live in that town and had nothing illegal on me i could get in a drunk new years bar fight and do community service county jail at worst and im the only one i know other than Chay's people and some college friends who hasn't been there and most likely if i was going anywhere itd be to a psych ward which i can do on my head and then her Dike intervened and I was like okay bro im not swinging its a free country and ima keep talking tho (and trying to get her to swing on me) but im not threatening anybody don't get the wrong idea (i wanted to be like *brother, my brother song form the first pokemon movie playing softly in the background* we are one in the same ive been you and you've been me so many times at this point in our lives you know how it goes doing the big bulldike thing pining after some reckless straight girl you know no woman deserves to be slapped by a man but be serious and tell me you know her as well as you claim to and there aren't a few things in her past where if another female just gave her a good old fashioned 3 stooges bop on her messy head on the deck of a dive bar it might not be completely unjustified).

Like the second this girl intervened i was like nope not doing this and then just yelled shit at the ex all night every time she tried to come back to the bar partially bc i was mad she was the reason my buddy wasnt there, i was mad she was the reason i couldnt hook up with this cute guy with more drugs and a tattoo gun at his place a few blocks away the night before bc he was the one who ruined their marriage, and also I was on a lot of stimulants for a few days in a row at that point and under stimulated and had nothing else to do to entertain myself because my people went to a drag bar and i didnt want to pay the $8 cover so i didn't know anybody and it was my first time in a bar as a single female and now i was totally unaccompanied and in a weird panicked way i thought maybe getting a little rambunctious or at least giving the impression i was ready to would keep me safe until my people came back and then later she came back and tried to intimidate me with 4 guys who were like 5'8 on their dating profile prolly and smaller than me mass wise and they were like you good? and i wa slike yea whats good you good and they were like no are you GOOD? n i was like yeah why are you good? and then i saw her and i was like you went and got dudes you really cant handle yourself as a woman and then some low blows im less proud of and then the bar closed and i got an invite to go to an afterparty and wound up getting into a great phone call with my cousin and didn't spend the night potentially joining the great majority in the same ER everybody would go for ODs before narcan because I didn't get into a dike fight that night.

I was flirting with this girl when we saw a movie together with some friends and she was flirting a lot back and like was holding my hand and sitting in my lap at one point and then my boy a few days later was like "u know shes married right" and i was like idgaf ill peg him and he was like "no she has a wife" and I was like dude if you tell a single soul what u saw at the movies ill straight up fist u, you do not say i bought her the fucking cup of tea, as far as you know she didn't get a single one of my gummy worms. In fact, both you AND chris sat between us. I don't fuck with other womens partners but i ESPECIALLY don't involve myself in dike drama. Most guys ive cucked are like kind of cool with it nd into it to some degree because males are lower animals and also perverted and fetishize lesbianism. The rest mostly just curse you out. A few will hit you. Getting shot or stabbed isn't something that's never happened in the history of lesbian fuckboys ignoring het relationships when pursued by a cute girl. Now look up the Shanda Sharer case and compare that to an infamous crime by male kids of the same age like most school shootings or even most male serial killers and ask which you'd rather die in. Best case scenario if you get involved creeping around on a lesbian your life becomes one of the bummer non-supernatural Junji ito comics but there's not an insignificant chance that your last moments will be a lot more Waita Uziga.

I fear no male. I fuck with no dike.

You're talking to somebody who once got back with a girl not in spite of the fact but literally BECAUSE she stabbed me through my jeans in the cafeteria with a pen or pencil or something (it wasn't like a big injury but the thing stuck upward in my leg and drew a miniscule drop or two of blood when i squeezed at it and put a hole in my jeans that my mom noticed but i have no doubt that when she did it she did it with the intention of driving the thing through to the bone if shed been physically able) and I was like wow thats passionate her feelings for me are strong and like 2 periods later i'd broken up with the girl i was rebounding with who she was jealous of and stabbed me over and was back with her.

I had a brief girlfriend freshman year who would literally just cut me like on the bricks in front of the dorm building where we'd smoke while she was drunk and i was either rolling or tripping or tweaking and all the punk guys i was friends with were horrified by it and then i justified it by comparing myself to GG Allen who I didn't even listen to i just know he cut onstage and these guys wouldn't know who Lucifer Valentine was so it was the most appropriate reference.

The most sadistic consensual lays ive ever had in my life were NOT cismales.

My ex's best friend also had a mentally ill bulldike doing the reverse-LUG college comphet thing as a girlfriend and she was the best but she'd make u put ur cig out on her if u smoked around her when she drank certain weekends bc she was always trying to top her score as were a bunch of the other rugby dikes who were like literally my favorite people ever to party with bc they were all heavy drinkers and i was an alcohol lightweight and i was heavy into club drugs and tripping so they were impressed by the quantities of that that i'd be on and it was like making contact with friendly foreigners but because the team captain was dating my ex's bestie we kind of shared territory and i was there for most of their first trip/roll and they taught me the fun drinking songs and a bunch of them were in the german program so i always had people on good terms to work with in a very socialization-based course and then a bunch of them started working at this evil strip club that had free womens wendsdays and a free salad bar so all summer us girls would go there for lunch every wednesday and talk to our friends who were there when it was dead and tip them like $5 or whatever we could manage a head for the salad bar since it was free and the place was empty other than us so we absorbed this large group of strippers most of whom were sapphic or at the very least so uninterested in sexual attention outside of work that they were mad fun to party with meanwhile the males all started working at this local bar and absorbed the townies including most of the bouncers and kitchen workers who also party like rockstars and the girls who came from there were also for the most part not straight and these girls were so nice and we had such a good time but also id apologize if i bumped into these fuckers in a dream i would not dare get wrong with one

again i regard no male, I disrespect no dike

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

maidenless board game club headcanons

Time to bully Azul and Idia :)) I often picture their club meetings being just them shit talking the other person and calling them rizzless…

Any and all mentions of the reader are meant to be gender neutral; gendered terms may still appear in these headcanons, but never in reference to the reader.

Curiouser and Curiouser...

Azul likes to think he’s suave and could bag “anyone he set his mind to.” Eh, why hasn’t he tried to woo anyone then? For him, he states it’s a matter of pride!! He would never be emotionally vulnerable to just anyone, you know. A-And besides, he’s focusing on his business and personal growth right now, he doesn’t have the time to toy with hearts! (Or so Azul insists.)

The reality is, he has never kissed anyone outside of his family. Just soft pecks on the cheeks in greeting, mainly to his mother and grandma. Azul would never admit this out loud though, he thinks it detracts from his “cool” persona.

The thing about Azul is that he overthinks EVERYTHING. He’ll sit there and map out every possible thing that could happen on a date and how he will prepare to handle them. This includes what to say and when he should smile when speaking… He’s charming, yes, and starts off with a strong first impression—but he also tends to come off as too rehearsed or humble bragging about his accomplishments.

Azul’s desperate for a S/O not because he wants one per se, but because he wants validation that he is, in fact, attractive and desirable. After all, he made such an effort to change himself and to come off as confident, intelligent, and capable. He would like to bask in the reassurance that his efforts were worth it, because now he can “have” whoever he wants.

Aaand therein lies another problem. Azul is still stuck in the mindset that relationships are transactional. You do a favor for him? Well, he has to match it. He gives you a gift? Then he expects one back. Yet Azul keeps himself to an emotional distance, too afraid to be completely honest about his flaws.

Idia thinks the issue is Azul’s personality. When Azul demands to know what exactly his clubmate means by that. Idia just sneers and goes off on a tirade. According to him, Azul-shi may look like he’s got everything put together, but since he’s actually a greedy scumbag, no amount of expensive cologne or nice clothes can cover up a rotten core.

Sometimes he and Idia just head back to the Mostro Lounge and pour one out (non-alcoholic drinks like fruit juice) to drown their sorrows. Jade and Floyd show great interest in these sessions, but Azul is cautious about letting any truly embarrassing experiences slip out.

The twins will occasionally dare him to snag a date with whichever random person walks through the doors to the Mostro Lounge next. Azul initially took these as personal challenges and did his utmost to win these dares, but after a string of embarrassing flops he now knows better than to be baited.

Idia is scared of 3D people and prefers to stick to his anime waifus and aidorus. REAL people could never compare! They’re too flawed and unpredictable—and, worst of all, they don’t come with dialogue options and affection meters to help Idia gauge what to do/say and when the Love Flags will trigger! What’s an introverted otaku to do?

He’s the type to openly disparage happy couples and love while secretly craving the warm touch of a flesh and blood person in the depths of his soul. His ideal is a kawaii gamer who’s into all the same things he is! … Unfortunately, he’s way too shy and unconfident to ever take a stab at it!! This is his way of coping.

He goes into the chats of his favorite streamers and tosses tons of money to get his comment read and to be noticed. Idia is the type to get super parasocial with the objects of his affection (he owns all the merch, goes to the events (virtually), has had a membership since day 1, etc.), even if he scoffs at the idea when directly confronted about it.

Literally bro spends his free time moderating Discord servers and Subreddits to complain about dating. Oh, but then the INSTANT he learns a user is single he starts treating them completely differently, calling them cute and his kitten or whatever. It’s amazing how much boldness he gains from behind the safety and comfort of a screen.

He doesn’t realize the value Ortho has as a wingman. Some people are super into the idea of doting on a younger sibling or dating a guy that loves his family—but Idia never brings these up as aspects of himself. Idia often vents about dating to his little bro and then tells Ortho he’s so lucky he doesn’t have to put up with stupid complex human emotions like love. Ortho just stares at him and begs his big bro to not get catfished.

He unfortunately drives people off with his sometimes pompous attitude. He’ll challenge others’ knowledge about his favorite media and get into extended arguments with them about the subjects he’s passionate about. Only “true” fan are allowed here! If you don’t get it, Idia will mansplain to you for hours at a time over VC.

Idia’s frequently the first to instigate (verbal) fights with Azul over their appeal in the dating scene. Offended, Azul usually fires back with some remark about how Idia hasn’t even witnessed him making eye contact with a REAL living, breathing woman. “Fictional women and a ghost bride do NOT count!”

You're nice to Idia ONCE (like, you let him borrow a pencil because he forgot his for an exam) and BOOM instantly this guy is lurking in the corners, giggling creepily ("Hihihihihi...") and shyly watching you from a distance. He's way too anxious to actually try and shoot his shot, but now he's fully convinced you're into him. (Idia lives out his fantasies with you in life sim games to cope with not having you irl 💀)

[afusionoffandoms]

I'm already seeing a lot of people doing the same as they've done with JKR going "I ALWAYS knew he was shitty, his stories have ALWAYS been bad," etc etc, mostly to make themselves feel better about having liked or maybe even still liking what he wrote.

Not only is this an unhealthy way to process your grief, but it also perpetuates the idea that bad art can only be made by bad people - and even worse: that good art can only be made by good people, and that idea is exactly why people are still in denial about JKR and why it took this long for the Gaiman pustule to burst.

It doesn't mean that we are immoral for having liked it when we didn't know any better, or still having fond memories, for having created fan art or gotten tattoos or whatever else.

But keep in mind that we need to be careful about perpetuating that idea as well, because that mindset has consequences.

Edit: And also, obviously, boycott the shit out of that fucker.

[starsonablackboard]

sooo about lamb's clothes....

i knew for a while now that my lamb whould start wearing more than just a fleece after ascention and designing clothes is my absolute forever and ever favourite part of drawing so i finally can do it for my cotl au😩😩😩. references and what went into the design (including lore stuff) are under the cut as always

the aestetic choices

they stop wearing the collar and always leave their neck open so the scar and subsequently the evidence of their immortality is always visible

i changes the red-and-white of the default fleece to red-and-gold cause it looks more regal and important and more suitable for a new god

i keep their silhouette feminine cause personal preference ahah. their dresses are mostly very light and loose because anything firmer probably feels awful on wool

i didn't do it justice cause frankly it's time consuming but imagine a lot of intricate embroidery there (because, again, a new god, they have the right and the want to be show-off-y)

the lore stuff (the crown and the symbols mainly)

i could go on longer but in a nutshell – even while being a vessel lamb already started rewriting history a bit. their cult consists exclusively of victims of old faith or reformed believers, so "oh guys we're actually worshiping one of the bishops" shit wouldn't really fly. so the cult if for The God of Death (not bishop mind you) so when narinder theoretically is freed he gets a new start as a deity, plus any mention of him was already erased by his siblings (that's my way of explaining why there's literally no narinder imagery anywhere in the cult, and crown doesn't count like narinder imagery)

when freeing narinder doesn't go as planned lamb continues with "this is not like the old faith guys" even harder. they started wearing the crown not in it's crown form, all of the crown imagery slowly disappeared, etc. they don't go by title of a god even, they're "The Promised Liberator of the lands of The Old Faith" or like just liberator or saviour or wtv

HOWEVER they still borrow a shitton from the old faith, even in aesthetics. the headpiece they turn the crown into? based on bishops' cross-like headpieces, but more horn-shaped (the eye of the crown can be seen only by those meaningfully touched by divinity, so, ratau, desciples, old faith siblings). all of the symbols they use in embroidery? also old faith

they're doing the same thing old faith did to the old gods. "they call their faith old but they're just a bunch of heretics". lamb is a heretic to the old faith, they make it seem like they're different but it's just a new coat of paint

important!! the desiphered meaning of the symbols belongs to @itislils2004. they did an insane amount of work putting together cotl lore, i highly recommend going through the google doc in their pinned post, it's a wonderful read (and a wonderful watch, their art is amazing)

[hillbillyoracle]

While this is an awesome explanation of why the word degenerate is pretty shit, it's not the best explanation as to why this shit is presently fucking bonkers.

DNI lists do not stop people you don't like from interacting with you.

Even people using them know this. Yet there's this doublethink that happens in these groups that having a DNI is to keep you safe. How can something that doesn't actually keep these people from interacting with you keep you safe then?

Well it's function isn't for material safety, it for social safety. It's gives the user what Naomi Kline has called "the social currency of victimhood".

If a user finds out that someone they've been interacting with has an affiliation with one of these groups, they can then turn around go "I said that I didn't want to talk to them and they talked to me - I am the victim!" They can then use that social currency to get sympathy or, in many cases, launch harassment campaigns against the person.

I would also argue that DNIs mostly serve as a flagging function, a way to signal to other users in similar groups that they're "one of the good one" because they're against the same things - quite literally virtue signalling. The issue with this is that because the emphasis is on the signaling and not the the virtue, anyone can coopt these signs and gain access to the community and it's harassment norms.

We see this happening with right wing operators all the fucking time right now. As a key part of their playing book, they've coopted social justice language to repackage their fascist ideas. And I do literally mean fascist here. It's why you're seeing huge swathes of the wellness, alternative spirituality, and eco communities splinter and align with folks like Steve Bannon. A growing number of queer folks voted for Trump in the last election due in part to these repackaging tactics.

So not only do these DNIs not keep people materially safe, they open the door for material danger, for bad actors to exert unchecked influence in these communities.

But hey I thought this was about the word degen?

It is. Degenerate is literally the term the right has been using to refer primarily to trans people and queers and progressive women secondarily for literal decades. And they absolutely mean it in the original terms the calamitousgumption outlined - in the eugenics way.

"but it usually means pedophile!" - then say pedophile. Does it not feel like pedophile means pedophile any more? There's a reason for that. The right has also been actively - there are literal playbooks out there for this - trying to take the language we use to identify harms and coopt them for their agendas. They've been conflating pedophile with any form of gender binary crossing - mostly trans people - for decades. When you avoid using the word pedophile when you mean pedophile, you play into their hand. When you opt for degen instead, you pick up a eugenicists term they've weaponized for the specific association you're trying to distance yourself from.

So bringing it full circle - adding degen to your DNI lets the right weaponize the cancel culture tactics of these communities where it's popular against the very people they want to destroy. Online harassment campaigns increase the likelihood of someone committing suicide and that is absolutely a feature that appeal to fascists.

You are doing the work of the very people you say you don't want to interact with.

Stop relying on signals, use critical thinking.

DNI lists on this website are fucking insane

[formylovetodaryldixon]

"Until i found you." Daryl Dixon Imagine.

You always felt lost, adrift, until you found him. Oddly enough, Daryl always felt the same way, until he found you. From the moment you two met until your life together in Alexandria–quite a story.

A/N: Just a short imagine. Hope you like it!

Daryl Dixon is a strong man, to fight, to survive, to protect. But in the past, Daryl was a reckless young man with nothing to lose, without big emotions, bottling everything up so as not to feel too much—Until he found his person, a purpose, a reason to want to see the sun rise one more day, until he found you. You were always a flight risk, scared to feel too much too, until one night, you flew away from that place called "home", landing in that seedy bar forgotten by God himself, the place where you met him.

Daryl was attractive, very attractive to a point where it must have been forbidden to look like that, with his broad shoulders, his long dark hair that made him look like a goddamn rock star, with his strong arms that his shirt showed off mercilessly. But young Daryl Dixon looked lost. Adrift. Without a sense of direction—just like you.

“I’m actually running away from daddy.” You answered his accusatory question, so calmly that it caused some astonishment in Daryl, although he didn’t show it. “Daddy was forcing me to marry the son of a mobster or something like that, a rich guy who would forgive daddy the debts he started to have after his gambling addiction started, so his little princess ran away from home taking with her his only chance to get out of that debt alive. However, I don't hate my daddy or have any kind of daddy issues, but I hope he gets what he deserves for trying to sell me like a fucking thing.” You smiled, mocking him, challenging him to say something witty after that revelation. “What do you think about that, Daryl? Pretty surprising, huh?”

“Shit… M'sorry. That sounds pretty fucked up.” He said breathlessly, looking at you with an almost sad expression. Then, Daryl fell into a heavy silence, but he could tell you were feisty, fighting to keep yourself alive, like a force of nature. “Well, if it helps, there’s a couch in ma apartment. S’old as fuck, but it does the job.”

The way you looked back at him was almost overwhelming, so deep as that color of your gaze, but you could say Daryl meant it. The color of his eyes, blue like a new kind of ocean, were beautiful and transparent, but dangerous with that warning that you could drown in them if you weren't careful.

But to his surprise, you agreed.

“Yeah. I really don’t have anywhere to go and you don’t look like a serial killer… well, maybe a little.” You chuckled, earning a scoff from him that made you laugh some more. “But I studied to be a vet, so if you try anything, I’ll just tell you that I know exactly where to cut you to make you bleed out. And I also have a hell of an aiming: I swear, if there is ever an apocalypse, this will save my life.”

Daryl blinked.

“Ya shittin’ me.”

You shook your head, hiding a smile.

“No, pretty boy, I’m not kidding.”

He scoffed, just to hide the slight nerves that being called that made him feel.

��Okay. Let’s go then.” Daryl stood up, taking a few bucks to pay for his drink and yours before you could do it yourself. “This is on me. Ya can pay the next one.”

Saying no more, he walked away first, leaving you alone and thinking what he meant by that. But when the girl in the bar gave you a silent look, like she was screaming at you while asking you if you were really going with him, you shrugged before grabbing your backpack and leaving the bar, too.

You two were like an unlikely duo, but maybe that's why you both looked good together. Even Merle, the asshole, said that when your one-day stay turned into a week, although to shut him up you told him the apartment needed some color so you didn't mind painting the walls red with his blood, with the gun you stole from your father. He loved you after that. And eventually, you got a job, helped pay the bills, and even cooked for everyone—forming a very strange family.

You and Daryl were quiet, always watching each other when the other wasn't looking, but it all felt like tiptoeing, on shaky ground, silently so as not to scare the bird. However, your “relationship” started with some drunken kisses, drinking Merle's alcohol to get the courage to take the first step. And you two continued like that for a while, without a title, moaning and grunting in each other's lips, in his room that was yours now.

Until one afternoon, a song popped in the radio.

Oh, I used to say, I will never fall in love again, until I found her. I said I would never fall, unless it’s you I fall into…

And like that click that two pieces made when they fit together perfectly, your feelings made more sense then, as if the panorama was clear, as if life had decided to unite all those words that didn't make any sense separately, but together, they explained everything, about you, about Daryl, about the fear of falling in love, until life, God, or whoever you believed in, left in front of you that someone you desperately needed, who, despite his own pain, showed you that people deserved to be loved completely or not at all.

There was no middle ground, because love didn't work halfway.

And you found a shelter in his arms, a real home with him: especially after a new world arose when the dead began to rise too.

Now, you are 6 months pregnant, with a bladder that is used as a soccer ball, and a baby (that was being cooked in your belly as Daryl used to say) who woke you up at odd hours demanding something to eat: so you have to listen.

When the moon takes its place at the top of the diamond sky and while the wind brings the last airs of the cold winter, the candle in the center of the dining room table keeps you company, and it's as if the silence mixes with the chorus of thoughts traveling at a thousand miles an hour inside you, along with the images your mind tries to make when you think about what the baby will be like when she or he is finally born. And it's terrifying to think about that again, but there's also a liberating emotion that allows you to stand firm on the ground, tall and strong despite your fears, with a fighting spirit that holds you up like gravity to the earth.

But between the shadows of the house that the candlelight tries to fight, you can see Daryl coming down the stairs, wearing those loose grey sleep pants even when he kept saying he looked stupid in them, shirtless, with those broad shoulders and the tattoo on his chest. It is a hot picture, kind of dirty because he is hot, older but too hot still, maybe that's why you let him get you pregnant.

However, when Daryl reaches the dining room as you finish the second brownie, you can see clearly his brow furrowed even though some of his long hair covers part of his forehead.

“Sup?” You joke, with a small nod.

“Sup? Really?” His voice is always low, deep, but in the middle of the night, it grows even deeper. “The fuck are ya doin’ here alone?”

“I’m eating, isn’t that obvious?” Using your head, you point towards the new brownie in your hand, trying to contain your laughter at his constant overprotectiveness. You loved that, but sometimes he treated you like you were suddenly made of porcelain. “And you?”

Daryl scoffs.

“Me? Jus’ woke up and saw that ma very pregnant wife ain’t where she should be.”

You chuckle.

“Daryl, I’m pregnant, but I still can use my legs to come down and eat in the middle of the night when the baby demands. If you have any complaints with she or he, please put them in writing, but I can tell you that there is a waiting list of approximately 3 months.”

He tries, he tries really hard no to laugh at the silly joke, but in the end, Daryl chuckles as he pulls the chair to seat on the corner of the table.

“I see ya’re feeling better, sweetheart, considerin’ how grumpy ya were this afternoon. But if ya get hungry when ya’re in bed, ya can jus’ tell me, y’know? I can bring ya up whatever ya need. And where ya got those damn brownies from?”

“Carol made them. Even when you told her to stop feeding me so much sugar.” You take a bite before answering, earning another scoff from him. “You look very domestic with those pants; you know?”

Daryl lets out a small growl of frustration.

“I look stupid, but this is more comfortable than sleepin’ with jeans.”

You nod, thoughtful.

“You can always sleep in boxers.”

Hearing your words, Daryl chuckles.

“Ya are pregnant and yet ya’re tryin’ to get into ma boxers.”

You chuckle, too.

“I was just making a comparison!”

“Oh, yeah?” The corner of his lip curves into a smile. “Then ya got to know I don't sleep in ma boxers anymore so ya don’t try to ravish ma body in the middle of the night. Yer poor husband jus’ wants to sleep while ya try to make him uncomfortable when ya pressed yer body against mine all night.”

Half surprise, you laugh.

“I get cold at night, you asshole! That's what I get for having to carry your baby.”

Daryl chuckles, placing his elbow in the table to hold his chin in his hand, closing his eyes as he tries to fight off sleep.

“Jus’ finish feedin’ the baby so we can go back to bed.”

You take another bite before talking again.

“You don’t have to stay.”

“I’m stayin’.” He says, barely a second after you finish speaking.

You shrug even though he's not looking, eating another brownie that probably won't let you sleep, but the baby kicking your organs won't either, so. And for a moment, lost in your own thoughts, you miss the way Daryl opens his eyes after a while, taking in all of you.

You're wearing a loose white t-shirt, but somehow, that piece of clothing, which doesn’t show your figure at all, makes you look younger, like the person he met in the bar that night—your hair is tied in a half ponytail, the rest of it falling over your shoulders and back. But Daryl loves that until that day, you stand out in that world too, and it’s like seeing a brilliant sapphire among a pile of discolored rocks. And for a moment, an overwhelming nervousness takes over Daryl when you lock eyes with him.

“What?” You chuckle.

“Ya’re beautiful.”

He just says it like that, and you smile a little bit, trying to hide your shyness.

“Thank you, love.” You say softy. His voice is deep but is soft, honest, like the beginning of your story, and with your plate empty, you wipe any crumbs from your mouth before standing up. "Come on. Let's get you back to bed."

There, when you both reach your bed, you stroke his hair, his hand on your belly. Daryl stays in that position almost all night, eyes closed to focus only in the sensations, remembering the first night when he fell asleep with his head on your chest, with your hand caressing his scalp, a gentle massage with your soft fingers. And now, he can still feel that and the baby's movement.

Yeah, you were a flight risk, until you found him.

[iminyourwallsbabe]

I have more Meljayvik thoughts

Okay first and foremost, Jayce takes care of both Viktor and Mel. Idk where this idea came from that he doesn't but *insert loud incorrect buzzer*

Like we're talking about a guy who basically screwed over all of humanity so his gay situationship could live a little longer. The same guy who, as a child, tried to shield his mother from the freezing fucking cold. Come on now.

Let me break down just how dedicated I think he is to this

So when it comes to Mel, she's a busy woman, girlbossing takes a lot of energy out of her. Sometimes, she'll fall asleep without wrapping her hair up. No scarves, no bonnets, nothing. So he went out of his way to not only buy her satin sheets to counteract it, but he will deadass go in and put the bonnet her himself. Does he always manage to do this without waking her up? No, but she appreciates the effort. And in that same vein, he also learned how to do her hair so she wouldn't have to keep doing it herself. If she wants ankle length 613 goddess braids he will sit there for the hours it'll take to do that I'm so serious. She'd never ask for that but again, it's the thought that counts.

And ALSO. When her social battery runs out at the end of the day, nobody's allowed to speak to her unless she wants them to. "Councilor Medarda-" NO. SHUT UP. SHE DOESN'T WANNA HEAR IT. SAVE IT FOR TOMORROW. GO AWAY. He will simply not allow it. Shit, he won't even talk if she doesn't want him to (usually she likes to hear him speak though, it's comforting).

Then there's Viktor, who requires a hell of a lot more maintenance even though he can handle most of it himself. Bro will forget to eat, sleep, drink, he'd forget to breathe if that was something he could stop doing for a long period of time without dying. Jayce will come in every now and then and give him at least a snack or something. Or, he'll just drag him out of the lab and forcibly take care of him. What's he gonna do? Stop him? Bffr. Get loved, bitch. He'll take his cane if he has to. And if he happens to fall asleep in the lab, he'll take him to bed or put a blanket over him at least. He knows how the cold makes his pain worse and would rather him be warm. That being said, his room is heated and stops at a specific temperature. Viktor was actually very impressed when he realized he did that and wondered why he never thought of it.

Anyway long story short he loves them and I can confirm that all of this is canon because the creator of Arcane, Mr. John Arcane himself, came to my house to tell me

[baocean]

no rest for the wicked

chapter two - flowers & grapefruit

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finding out your twin sister is alive after two weeks of trying to grieve her is a weird feeling.

then, finding out your brother shot your sister over money, that’s an even weirder feeling.

you’d been dragged through the mud these last few weeks. you haven’t been sleeping, haven’t been eating, your friends stopped reaching out after three or four tries.

your house wasn’t safe anymore. you flipped your shit on rafe when you found out he shot sarah. your sister, his sister. you just found out she was alive, and rafe’s trying to fucking kill her again.

now, you’re scared rafe knows you’re just as against him as sarah is. personally, you were scared. for yourself, for sarah, for wheezie. you had absolutely no idea what rafe was capable of, he just kept out performing himself.

conforming to the plan of staying alive, and after rafe scared you shitless with one of his crazy rants after trapping you in the kitchen, you went along with what he said, told people rafe was at home when the sheriff was shot, said sarah was awol.

you prayed that it would end up helping you, getting you back to your sister, getting the sheriff justice.

you’d keep out of the pogues way, half of them were batshit crazy anyway, go about your business. not anger your brother enough for him to point a loaded gun at you.

you walked the beach the next morning, wondering where sarah and john b were. they could be anywhere, by now.

it was sunrise, nothing but tourons walking their dogs and early morning runners out.

it was peaceful, beautiful. with the constant threats and reminders of what was happening at home, it was nice to get away, even for a little.

you were completely conflicted. rafe, your dad, sarah, they were your family. all of them have done bad things, including you. you couldn’t sit here and watch john b go down for something rafe did, but rafe was also your brother. ‘he needs help’, you kept reassuring yourself, ‘if he just got the help he needed, everything would be okay’.

you’d been around town, pretending everything was normal. you’d been back at the club while you watched people whisper about your sister. you also hadn’t seen any of the pogues since the party, hoping and praying that rafe had nothing to do with their disappearance.

at the same time you were heading back to your house, sarah and the rest of her friends were heading back to obx from charleston, after being reunited.

“i need to see yn.” sarah sighed, looking out onto the water. she hadn’t spoken to you in two weeks, the longest you’d ever gone without talking to one another. even the time she burnt your hair off trying to curl it, you only lasted seven days before you cracked.

“are you fucking kidding me?” jj broke the silence, everyone else simply not knowing how to.

“yes, i’m serious. she thinks im dead, jj.”

“nah, i told her the other day.” jj casually dropped, sarah giving him a confused look.

“why would you do that?”

“i thought she had the right to know. she wanted to tell rafe, but uh, guess he figured that one out on his own.” jj’s eyes flickered to sarah’s wound on her lower stomach.

“you know she’s telling people rafe wasn’t even there that day?” kiara spoke, harsh tone lacing her words.

everyone else remained silent, sarah just sighed. “i’m sure she has a good reason for it.”

“or maybe she’s just as psycho as rafe. did we ever think about that? can’t the mentally ill gene be passed down to multiple kids?” jj stood up.

“jj, just- just fucking stop, okay?” sarah fought back, forcing her blond friend back into his seat. “yn’s not perfect. but she’s not rafe. i know her, she’s not rafe.”

sarah defending you all while her heart was sinking to her feet. the thought of her twin sister defending her brother had that kind of effect on her.

you sat in your sisters room, looking at the photos on her dresser, the heap of dirty laundry in the corner, her comforter still messy from the morning when she left.

it still smelled like her, like flowers and grapefruit, like the perfume she wore.

you were relieved beyond belief that sarah was still alive, but you had no idea if you’d ever see her again.

the constant fear of what was happening, what could happen was all too much.

your breathing picked up, unable to get a deep breath of air. the world blurred around you, but you’ve had one of these before. you recognized this.

you had panic attacks the night your mom left, the few weeks after that. you didn’t have another one until you found out your sister died, that one hitting you so hard you didn’t remember the rest of the night.

and just as the tear fell down your cheek, your phone started to ring.

an unknown number, the one you had memorized anyway. why was jj calling?

you let it ring, trying to compose yourself the best you could. you were a cameron, grow the fuck up.

picking up the phone, your name was spoken before you could get a word out yourself.

your heart dropped, “sarah?”

“it’s me, sunshine.” her laugh rang through the phone, sending you into another fit of sobs.

sunshine was sarah’s favorite name for you, because in most cases, you were the complete opposite.

“oh my god, you’re here? are you okay? rafe fucking shot you, sarah. where are you?” you shot up, then realized rafe was probably in the other room, shunning your voice.

“i’m here, i’m fine. i’m at the chateau, using jj’s phone. i might come home, to talk to dad, to get help.”

“don’t come home. i can come there.”

“yea, that’s probably not the best idea right now. with you defending rafe and all.” sarah’s voice was hesitant, like at any moment, you’d snap at her too.

“sarah, i swear i don’t want to. rafe has gone off the fucking rails. we need to get him help.” you ran a shaky hand through your hair, pacing back in forth in your twin’s room.

“i know, i’m going to talk to dad. just, just stay there okay?”

“okay, i love you sare bear.” you smiled, even if it was weak. your sare bear, your sister. you couldn’t believe you were actually talking to her right now.

“love you too, sunshine.” and then the line was disconnected.

oh my god. oh my god. you were still so unsure how all of this happened so quickly.

one minute, your life is great. you have friends, money, great family, a guy to take your frustrations out on, all of it. then, all of the sudden you’re in this mess, and the only thing you have left is the cameron name.

an hour later, you were waiting outside on the patio, holding a book as a cover to pretend you busy.

you’d been waiting outside for sarah for almost thirty minutes, giving up hope that she was still coming.

you heard her before you saw her, popping up and throwing the book to the side. “sarah?”

seeing her made your heart physically hurt. she tried to smile, barely having it in her.

it was genuinely like a scene out of a movie, you felt like time was moving in slow motion.

you ran to where she has standing on the docks, colliding with her so hard you thought she’d fall over.

embracing her as hard as you could, you thought everything could finally be okay. that maybe you could be a family again, put it all behind you.

then, you heard your dad call her name.

you both turned around, and watched your dad walk towards you.

“sarah, my baby, i’m so happy you’re alive.” he weeped. sarah stepped back from him on instinct, grabbing your arm for reassurance.

a string of no’s and get back’s came from sarah, and you gave him a look.

the one thing sarah and you had in common were your eyes. you’d always been told that, actually. you guys had the same eye shape, color, lashes, everything. they always held so much emotion, unable to fully mask how you were feeling, ever.

right now, your dad had two sets of of the same sad eyes looking back at him.

“dad, cmon. give her some space.”

after a long talk, and much to sarah’s surprise, your dad did not agree or reason with her. by the time she was finished, she was crying.

“dad, i’m not coming home.” sarah said, making both you and your dad’s heads snap to her.

“what?” you breathed out, and she turned to you, a look of only sympathy painting her face.

“we’ll talk about it later, okay?” she nodded, smiled, then starting backing up towards the dock.

“then i’m coming with you.” you turned your entire body to her, raising your voice.

a tear slipped down sarah’s face, shaking her head no.

“what?” you drew out, almost mad at her that she had said no. you went to take a step forward, but two arms wrapped around your torso, forcing you back.

“i can’t let you do that, sweetie.” your dad hummed in your ear.

and with that, you started screaming, throwing your fists and kicking whatever you could to try to get your dad to let go of you.

sarah, still crying, started running towards the dock as you yelled her name.

you were sobbing now, weeping your sisters name as you watched her drive off on the boat, your dad still holding onto you for dear life.

after that, your dad locked you in your room for two days. something about your safety, who knows, you weren’t listening to him.

sarah finally got her phone back, and you ignored her several attempts to ‘talk about it later’.

sarah: yn please talk to me

sarah: i’m sorry things are so complicated right now i couldn’t bring you back to the chateau not right now

sarah: i can’t lose you too please text me back

sarah: dad called the police on john b. he’s in jail.

you didn’t answer the texts, at least, not right away. not until you got few other ones.

unknown: did you know your fucking dad was gonna call the cops on john b?

unknown: text sarah back and stop being a fucking bitch

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[velvetvexations]

God the "transphobes are saying young innocent girls are convinced to become trans and blame transfems for it" talking point irritates me so much because it's just not true. I don't know why people keep parroting it. The main narrative around this is that it's other transmascs corrupting "young gullible girls", not transfems. That it's a social contagion, that teen girls see other "girls becoming trans" and want to follow the trend like gullible sheep. That "entire friend groups" of girls are allegedly suddenly identifying are trans or nonbinary because one of them switched pronouns one day and the others did the same because teen girls want to copy their friends, that we shouldn't let them medically transition because it's just one of these quirky fashion fad between silly teen girls. Often, they will blame the internet and when they do, they mostly blame trans men (in Irreversible Damage, it was trans male youtubers for example).

You're only an innocent teen girl for so long... If you actually insist that you enjoy transitioning and destroying your body with the evil testosterone and surgeries, then you become a deranged pervert flaunting your mutilation, encouraging poor young girls to follow your path by claiming that it's normal and that you're happy like this. Just posting a shirtless picture with your top surgery scars visible is seen as "trying to make other girls think chopping off their boobs is okay".

The transphobes do not see all trans men as harmless, innocent and misguided, they only do it when they think you can be "saved", this is just "Phase 1". Once you're too far gone in their eyes (e.g., are considered too brainwashed, too much of a trans activist, or too unfuckable/mutilated by your transition) then they switch to "Phase 2" and they become extremely vitriolic towards you, treating you like you're a dangerous mentally ill groomer enjoying looking like a mutilated freak to fulfill its deranged fetish and promoting it to others. (Which is just the Madonna/Whore thing again, you're either a poor innocent victim or an dirty sinner lower than trash who's evilly leading people astray.)

Now there are some people blaming transfems in the mix, but this is definitely not the main narrative. People are also likely to blame cis people like drag queens, teachers and doctors (they're really angry about all these "greedy doctors" running around prescribing hormones and operating on billions of "brainwashed young girls claiming to be trans" because of some "agenda"). Even then, it seems to be associated with boys more ("drag queens reading books to kids and making boys think chopping off their dicks is ok"), in general transfems are accused of "grooming" or "transing" young boys way more (down to the "transfems are forcefemming our poor cis men with their jokes!!!" online discourse).

The transphobes aren't exactly subtle about it so again, why lie about it ? Trans women are already treated like shit, there's no need to make shit up and say that when trans men are targeted it was actually secretly targeting transfems all along. Like if you want to make a point about transphobes targeting trans women and painting them as predatory, there would still be plenty of examples outside of "they're transing our poor innocent wombyn daughters", which is mostly about trans men (as both the victim and the perpetrator, the "Whore" trans men turning the young "Madonnas" into more Whores like them by being a bad role model).

what you're forgetting, anon, is that trans women are the only victims that have ever existed or ever will exist and everything bad always happens to trans women and no one else ever

[noxxuniverse]

Don't drag me into shit.

I was debating on making this post because honestly like nothing is happening but I'm seriously pissed off and I just want to get it off my chest, idgaf if I get a response or not and idgaf if I get backlash for this, because you dragged me into this, ima give my opinion no matter who is lying and who isn't.

Before I get into this, I want to quickly say, this isn't like my usual posts, this is going to be rather serious and probably really long so please bare with me. If you'd rather see my other posts, then ignore this one and just enjoy the content I put on here.

I never expected to be pulled into some random ass drama. I didn't want to give it attention but I can't just like sit back and watch this shit happen anymore because I'm seriousslyyy pissed off with all of this drama and how people have been reacting to it. I have every right to say my piece seeing as I've been pulled into it for no reason whatsoever.

So, I randomly decided to come online and I noticed I had been tagged in a post by @/voidmysteries and naturally, I was confused and curious so I clicked it. It was a post basically saying that someone (@/fairykittz8) was claiming to know @/luvmanifesting and that they were trying to... Harm their reputation? Now, before I go into anything. I find it unbelievably funny how so many people immediately jump onto a person who has had void success stories and claimed they're lying, which is what I've seen happen to @/fairykittz8. It's honestly disrespectful, no one owes you proof they've manifested things in the void, or in any way for that matter.

I'm not on anyone's side here, even if I may sound biased. The reason why, is because neither side has proof. I can't say "this person is lying about their post" because how tf should I know? However, I'm going based on half of the shit that's gone on tumblr and shit that's been said and done.

I went on @/voidmysteries' account and I saw the post they reposted before they made their original post, and saw how originally people were claiming that Kaylee (@/fairykittz8) was actually @/luvmanifesting. Do you know how disrespectful it is to basically say both of these people are lying with 0 proof + saying they're the same person, just because you want to actually see fucking proof of a manifestation for your own validation and because you don't want to believe that people are fucking limitless. I get people can be skeptical, but fucking hell, mind your own damn business? Like I said, no one owes you anything. Yes, people lie, unfortunately it comes with any community, but it isn't your job, to dig into it. If you believe someone is lying, and you ACTUALLY have proof, then sure. Go ahead, call them out in a respectful and mature way. But just because two people may have had the same name, or the same similar desires, does NOT mean they are the same fucking person. Grow up.

On the post that was reposted, Kaylee did respond and both creators left it on some what "good" terms, basically just saying no one was going for anyone, which is completely fair. However, @/voidmysteries, then made their post. I was rather confused because they were saying Kaylee has done this before and has ruined multiple creators reputations by claiming that they know them? I don't get how someone lying and claiming to know someone can harm another's reputation but obviously I haven't seen anything like that. Therefore, despite my opinion on it, I can't say much. A lot of this shit that is going on has little to no proof. They also claimed to be a big creator who was a victim of something like this with Kaylee, however decided to keep themselves anonymous due to the fact they de-activated their account. The thing I find rather convenient is that all of these bloggers who have allegedly had their reputation destroyed by Kaylee, have deleted their accounts?? Surely if there are so many harmed by this person, you'd remember at least one of them.

Secondly, they said how Kaylee is doing this for fame? If you go on their account, they barely have any notes whatsoever apart from their void success story. No, they did not get their fame from saying they know @/luvmanifesting. They got their fame most likely from their void success story. You have to understand, most people don't actually really care about who is mutuals with who on here, it's all about "how did you get into the void?" And shit like that. So, immediately claiming Kaylee has done this for fame is just a little off in my opinion.

This is where I come in. @/voidmysteries basically @'d my account and said that I, along with some other rather popular and more relevant accounts as of recently, are at risk of Kaylee if we choose to leave? Why are we specifically the accounts that are at risk? It's a little weird that we've randomly been chosen like we've been put in a fucking sorting hat like how do you know WE are the ones at risk? Also, at risk of what? Like what, we go off our accounts and then someone claims to know us, what the fuck is that going to actually do to us? It doesn't change the advice and shit we've put on here.

If Kaylee is lying about knowing @/luvmanifesting and other creators, then they're lying. Simple. There's not really much to it. Yet at the end of the day, it's all he said she said. You have no proof that Kaylee is lying, Kaylee has no proof that she actually knows Ayami. You say that they're trying to ruin people's reputation but what's to say you aren't doing the same thing?

All of this was incredibly random. I also don't get why people keep making these god damn burner blogs for shitty drama like this. You can always tell too because they never change their profile picture from the original tumblr pic. They keep it the same way, post things for like 2 days and then leave as if nothing happened.

Something that swung me the wrong way for everyone in this situation is that everyone's comments are off. I get why Kaylee might have done it due to the harassment that has come her way (which I'll speak about in a moment) but for @/voidmysteries and the person I'm about to speak about, it makes little to no sense. I just found that rather weird on all of their sides so I wanted to mention that.

Finally, I went on Kaylee's blog and I noticed someone was literally harrassing her aka @/therealphynx. It is so fucking disgusting, no matter what the fuck someone has done, to make insults like they did is fucking horrific. Even if Kaylee was lying, it does NOT justify your actions at all. Making fun of r*pe victims and disabled people is completely out of line and genuinely disgusting. Even after she blocked you, you still went on and on, being desperate for her to unblock you so you could continue to harrass her. Are you fucking serious? You don't need to believe in what other people have manifested, but harrassing them in such a way like this is a new fucking low and I hope to god you fucking read this part of the post. You are disgusting and need serious help. All of that just because you didn't get proof of what someone else manifested? Get a fucking grip.

I seriously hope this community can actually fucking grow from this shit because I'm getting so sick and tired of all of this he said she said bullshit. I know a lot of people have lied, but even with the posts they've lied in, people have still gotten motivation to go and manifest the shit they want. So doing all of this, with no proof, is pathetic. + I know I have no proof Kaylee is telling the truth and I ain't backing Kaylee in any way shape or form whether they're lying or not. Once again, I have no proof for either side here, but why don't you lot just handle shit maturely rather than creating posts to get fame off of and portraying them as "awareness."

The last thing I'm going to say, is leave me out of shit like this unless I'm genuinely going to be affected by something or someone has said some fake bullshit about me and my account. I don't give a fuck if someone lies about knowing me if I leave. It doesn't affect me in any way at all.

[rissouu]

if you come on tumblr and believe you own a CONCEPT or sex talk… pls unfollow me now. @blkkizzat it’s been an ongoing thing with you?

in your post you claim you don’t believe you own a concept, but you first came into my dms throwing it out about how YOUR post was plug!choso, and i tagged mine plug!choso.

and brat taming is a common fucking thing, especially in jjk. like i said before i dont even know who you are, you claim i “watered down” a version of your work i didn’t even know existed? i don’t read your works… ever. yesterday i found out that you write non-con and it literally blew me the fuck away, im not about to argue with someone who writes about that shit.

not only did you claim i copied one of your choso works, but you ALSO claim i copied another because i posted a baby!daddy drabble about choso. im not sure what work you were talking about… but fucking baby daddy. are you serious? who HASN’T written about a jjk man being a dad/baby!daddy. please do not act so entitled, there will be people who write similar dirty talk and sex play as you simply because IT IS COMMON AND POPULAR. girls like it, or at least i do. and ive always written my fucking dialogue like that.

you’re saying that a less than 6 paragraph drabble i made is copied from your work? yet yours is about university’s and sorority’s… me and my friend read over it, it literally has a whole plot. what the fuck are you talking about plagiarism and mine doesn’t even have a anything to it but fucking sex and foul language?

accuse somebody else please! you’ve been on my nerves since you dmed me, ive been writing for years and im not one to copy— especially not from you.

you followed ME and i didn’t even know about it until i got a dm from you??? and trust im not about to keep explaining myself over some dumb shit like this, you claiming i copied 2 works yet i’ve never read anything of yours in my life, girl please.

how do you come from making your main point as saying i “took” your concepts, to then saying you don’t own concepts?

then after i got into your ass about it, you switched it up and started saying you didn’t care about the concepts, i “watered down” your SEX TALK and SEX SCENES.

now onto the NEXT drabble you claim i copied you on.

again… i don’t read your works and i don’t keep up with your account. i literally stated the same thing in every response i gave you, i don’t have you followed and i do not know you. grow the fuck up this is a writing app in a very small community of writers, baby!daddy, brat!taming, and plug!anime are one of the most COMMON CONCEPTS. please leave me alone and try to argue with someone else, im not the one.

i got the baby!daddy concept from my friend, LMFAOA. so don’t you feel stupid bitch?

@itadodori’s baby!daddy work. i simply got the concept of baby!daddy from here and put mine for choso. thank you again for helping me bby 💋

moving on.. you have a history of getting into drama with people on here ive heard, AND NOWWW I SEE WHY. i have NO history, i stay in my own lane, and barely even fucking read on here i mostly write unless it’s my moots posts.

and pls- ive literally written fucking baby!daddy before. it was never any inspo from you. now ima let the screenshots of all my previous works, wattpad and tumblr talk for me.

it’s dialogue, smut scenes, and sexual positions you claim i took, yet ive been writing this way for years… on and off tumblr?? LMAOAOAOA the proof is all here.

literally in all my works i include almost the exact same sex talk, same sex positions, scenes, and same genre of sex, as well as the same aura in the men i write. pls try to come for somebody else, i have no interest in being respectful anymore or even trying to understand your side, all that went out the window when you tried to accuse me of “taking” something from you for a second time, hoe leave me the fuck alone.

and since bitches wanna talk about where they from now? im from la where plugs are very aggressive, hence why i fucking said it because it’s common in my surroundings. you wanna flex you know plugs and do drugs and shit, but bitch we come from two entirely different worlds? i hate a dumb ass hoe dude.

and again this is fan fiction we talking about not real life. its FAN fiction and i can write my characters HOWEVER i wanna fuckin write em. none of the readers have an issue, clearly if they’re liking the content i put out and wanting to see more.

mf stealing names… LMAOAOA STEALING NAMES. bitch are you stupid?? have you never heard of a fucking alias? hoe you really have to be the DUMBEST of the DUMB. i actually do have a life outside of this app and i do not sit and fucking screen watch or start shit up all day. i don’t like people online knowing too much about me personally so i go by alias’s, simple as that. MANY people do it on here im sure you’ve even come across a few recently. stop acting like you don’t have a brain, it’s there somewhere baby please use it.

you just said it’s not word for word. how can you own actions, reactions, and sexual situations when everyone on tumblr uses practically the same thing. like i said pls come at somebody else and leave me the fuck alone.

again, sorry you THINK i copied you but that ain’t never been what it was.. since jjk came out i was on wattpad writing the same shit i do on here. i told you in the conversation we had MANYYY times that i never copied you and if its a big deal just block me? i know i blocked your ass after i finally made my final fucking points.

but you decided to post it then you’re saying don’t send hate or harass but you post it? you continued to make it an issue even after i told you MULTIPLE times i didn’t get a lick of inspiration from you. and i wasn’t even trying to go this far because it’s not in my character, but trust me i would never copy off someone like you LMAAO. i come up with my own shit— i have been for 5 YEARS NOW. and even then i still be asking my readers what they like to read, consistently actually.

mf you followed me and was waiting on a follow back for months and i had no clue until you decided to dm me on bullshit. you clearly screen watch my account that fucking much, im sure you see im always doing fucking requests AND asking my readers what they want to see from me content wise.

hop off my shit bum leave me the fuck alone, you barely got an ounce of a fucking brain this shit proves it all 😂!

[jedi-enthusiast]

You're saying that the reason Anakin committed genocide against the Jedi was because of the things that THEY did or did not do, you are placing the blame on the VICTIMS of Anakin's actions---which, yes, counts as you robbing him of any agency or accountability and defending his actions, whether you acknowledge that he had predispositions to violence or did other atrocious things or not. Victim blaming isn't a good look, nor is it something that I find passable in a debate---no one MADE Anakin do anything, he made those choices himself, so the only person at fault is HIM.

Now onto your other arguments:

"The Jedi are deliberately telling their Padawan younglings to prioritize reason over emotion, which aren't mutually exclusive from one another."

I take it you didn't make it past the first sentence of my reply, so I'll explain it to you again in the simplest terms I can:

The Jedi teach them to ACKNOWLEDGE their emotions and WHY they feel them, so that they are not CONTROLLED by their emotions

AKA emotional mindfulness and control which are, again, things literally taught in THERAPY because they are HEALTHY PRACTICES. No emotion and reason aren't mutually exclusive, but if you let yourself be completely ruled by emotion then that leads to the type of shit Anakin did: multiple massacres, multiple genocides, the attempted murder of his wife and unborn children, etc.

The Jedi recognize that and quite literally just teach their members to be mindful of their emotions and not let them be controlled by them, I'm sorry if that sounds so awful to you but it's actually a very healthy mindset to have---and important, especially when you're a group of people with psychic abilities directly connected to your emotions and the universe.

Wanna know who also thinks emotional mindfulness is terrible and they shouldn't practice it? The Sith. Y'know, the genocidal, self-centered, evil fascists of the franchise.

And, not for nothing, but if teaching emotional mindfulness is so terrible then why did it work for basically everyone else for thousands of years, save for a couple rare cases---the majority of which happened because of Palpatine's influence.

If 10,000 people don't end up murdering children after being raised to be mindful of their emotions and 1 does, is the problem how they were raised or is that 1 person an outlier?

"You're telling me that someone who had become more in touch with the force than Grand Master Jedi Yoda for the first time in centuries was going to be overlooked? Especially since The Jedi had already become living weapons for The Republic in The Clone Wars?"

Being POWERFUL in the Force is not the same as being IN TOUCH with the Force.

Anakin WASN'T "in touch" with the Force---to be in touch with the Force requires that emotional mindfulness you think is so terrible, and Anakin is shown to also think said mindfulness is stupid and not practice it- (again, I'll point to the multiple massacres, angry outbursts, putting others in danger because of his pride or fear or whatnot).

And, believe it or not...yeah, the Jedi would, and ARE SHOWN TO, treat Anakin like everyone else. Sure they'd keep an eye on him because of his natural power, but the Jedi don't value power over everything else---again, that's what the SITH do---what they value is emotional mindfulness and mastery of skills---something that takes both time and patience. It's why Anakin wasn't given the rank of master and why Obi-Wan was able to defeat him at the end of RotS, even though technically Anakin was more powerful.

Anakin is shown throughout literally everything he's ever been in to think emotional mindfulness is bullshit and to never practice it: why would the Jedi supposedly value him more than everyone else if he refuses to even TRY to practice one of their most basic tenants? And Anakin, by RotS, is also shown to have mastered zero skills---he just wants things when he wants them, how he wants them, without taking the time to actually learn and practice and ADMIT WHEN HE'S WRONG or NOT THE BEST AT SOMETHING.

Which are things we see him struggle with throughout the prequels: he rarely admits to being wrong and generally reacts ANGRILY when someone else suggests it, and he routinely thinks he's better than everyone else at everything else---even people with far more experience who've actually taken the time to master their skills such as Mace Windu, Obi-Wan, and Yoda. This leads to him overestimating his abilities which then leads to him eventually being defeated by Obi-Wan, because raw power is no match for mastery of skills and experience.

So yeah, the Council wouldn't give him a seat or think he's better than everyone else in the Order just because he was born with a little more power than your average Jedi.

That'd be like NASA thinking that I should be the lead person calculating the trajectory for their next rocket because I was naturally really good at math in high school instead of like...an actual astrophysicist that's dedicated years of their life to study and practice of that shit. You see how dumb that sounds?

"Dozens of people have made plenty of different outcomes for how the prequels could have ended, and a great most of them have pointed out that The Jedi Order could have treated Anakin differently. They are, for all intensive purposes, his foster parents until he becomes a jedi knight. Anakin wasn't born wrong, he was raised wrong, and the reason for his upbringing was because of the Jedi's negligence of the outer rim, and therefore, his family's slavery. He would have been found sooner, and ignoring the fucked up implications of taking a child from their family for the sake of making them a governmental weapon, (consented by the family or not) he wouldn't have been so attached to his mother that soon, and would've grown up fine. (if detaching yourself from the personhood of having acknowledged your emotions is fine to you)"

You can't use fan fiction as an argument, I can't, it's just fucking stupid.

If you're saying that the Jedi are in the wrong because FAN FICTION said so, then I can basically say whatever I want and it's true because I'm sure there's a fanfic out there that supports it.

"If Qui-Gon had just killed Jar Jar in TPM then everything would be fine and saved because Jar Jar was actually a Sith and the reason Palpatine got emergency powers!"

There. The end. No more arguments. Fan fiction said so.

If you're gonna sit here and argue that Anakin's actions are somehow the Jedi's fault then you're gonna actually need to go off of canon and not the fan fiction you read that directly feeds into your own confirmation bias.

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I've already explained why how the Jedi raised Anakin, and everyone else, wasn't bad, so let's go on to the rest of it:

The Jedi did eradicate slavery...in the REPUBLIC.

The reason the Outer Rim still has slavery is because it ISN'T part of the Republic---and therefore outside of the Jedi's jurisdiction---it's why Padme is so shocked in TPM. In TCW there's literally an entire episode dedicated to saying: "the Jedi took down the Zygerrian slave empire, so the Zygerrians hate the Jedi and take Jedi as slaves because they hate them so much, and are specifically joining the Separatists because the Separatists allow slavery where the Jedi, with the support of the Republic, didn't."

@antianakin @david-talks-sw and @gffa all have a couple posts each explaining it in better detail, but here's my regurgitation of their points:

There are only 10,000 Jedi at the time of the Republic and---even if we assume that that's ONLY including the able-bodied knights and masters---there are over a trillion planets in the galaxy. For the sake of easy math, let's say there's only a million planets total and only 100,000 planets in the Outer Rim.

That means that EVERY SINGLE JEDI is in charge of 10 planets EACH, every planet having millions---if not BILLIONS---of people on them. Does that sound reasonable to you? To have one Jedi take care of 10 planets by themselves alongside all the rest of their duties? And that's with us vastly UNDERESTIMATING the amount of planets.

The only reason that the Jedi could eradicate slavery in the Republic is because they had the SUPPORT of the Republic in order to enforce the outlawing of slavery. They DONT have that support when it comes to the Outer Rim.

Even if the Jedi somehow managed to eradicate, let's say, the Hutt slave empire, they have other duties that would then take them away from the planets involved---defending the Republic, providing aid to other planets, raising and teaching and taking care of their own people, etc.---which would then leave a power vacuum for another group to just come in and resume what the Hutts were doing.

The only way to prevent that is for a government, like the REPUBLIC, to step in and stop that from happening---again, the support of which they don't have.

It's not the Jedi's fault that the Republic doesn't want to start a war with the many crime lords of the Outer Rim in order to take power and outlaw slavery there---if you want to blame someone for that, blame the Senate.

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1. If you want to be pissed that the Jedi took Anakin, get pissed at Shmi---she's the one pressing Qui-Gon to take him in TPM and SPECIFICALLY RAISE HIM AS A JEDI. If you want to pretend that being a Jedi is such a terrible thing, get mad at the mother who's advocating for him to be one. Not to just get him out of slavery, but specifically to BE a Jedi.

2. The Jedi aren't WEAPONS until TCW when Palpatine---yknow the Sith fascist that's specifically planning on committing genocide and overthrowing democracy so he can be a dictator---uses his influence as the Chancellor to strong arm the Jedi into becoming generals. Mace Windu, on behalf of the Council, tells Palpatine that they AREN'T soldiers---but Palpatine and the Senate don't listen. Not to mention that, in TCW, serving as generals and trying to protect people is the best option they have, because the other option is basically just leaving everyone to die

3. Anakin being attached to his mother isn't the fault of the Jedi, it's just the natural result of growing up in slavery and the only way Anakin could've worked past that is if he actually practiced what the Jedi taught---which he didn't, which is also why we see him murder children in response to his mother dying.

And finally 4. so Buddhists are "detaching themselves from personhood" by practicing non-attachment? That's really the argument you want to make? Because I told you that what the Jedi practice is shit taught in therapy and taken directly from Buddhist doctrine, so you REALLY want to say that?

I'm sorry that you think acknowledging emotions and practicing emotional mindfulness is some kind of abuse or whatever, but just because YOU think it's bad doesn't mean it actually is. You don't become "less of a person" by not letting your emotions control you---acting out because of your emotions isn't what makes you a person, being a person is a lot more than that.

And, as for your tags, I DO consider you an Anakin apologist because you're basically saying- "yeah Anakin did terrible things...but if THE JEDI hadn't done x y z then he wouldn't have" -which, yeah, falls under Anakin apologia.

You're the one who's refusing to admit that they're wrong, so take the L and get your anti-Jedi bullshit off my page.

I’m gonna be honest, one of the main reasons why I can never really understand any defense of Anakin or get behind a good majority of “Anakin redemption” fics, is the fact that he murdered children.

Like let's just ignore the multiple genocides and enslavement of the galaxy for a moment, since technically you could argue that he only had a hand in that and didn't actually do it all himself, Palpatine, manipulation, blah blah blah-

He personally murdered children.

On two separate occasions, mind you.

Yes, murdering adults is also bad---don't think I'm saying it's not---but at least adults can actually try to defend themselves, most of them don't depend on the people around them to survive, and they have years of experience living in the galaxy that's given them skills they could use to survive if they managed to get away.

Children do not have any of that or---if they're a bit older and do---the skills they have are extremely underdeveloped. They cannot defend themselves, they depend on the people around them for everything, they have not lived long enough to develop sufficient enough skills to survive on their own in a world that's turned against them.

Argue all you want about the Council being "evil" and "stagnant" and "needing to die for the betterment of whatever," argue all you want about the other Jedi being "terrible to Anakin" and "deserving" their murder because of whatever reason, the CHILDREN had done NOTHING!!!

What could the children that Anakin murdered have done to "deserve" such a fate? Why did they have to die? Why couldn't they have been spared.

And the Tuskens!

Even if we assume that all of the adults in that village were personally involved in murdering Shmi, why did he murder the children? What did they do to "deserve" murder, other than having no control over who they were born as?

And like, we see in TBoBF that the Tuskens aren't just heartless monsters, they protect their own especially their young---are you telling me that none of the children tried to run? That none of the parents or elders told them to go while they tried to fight Anakin off?

And still, Anakin hunted them down and murdered them.

So no, even if you could explain away all the other atrocities Anakin has committed, I still wouldn't think any less negatively about Anakin.

He murdered children.

And I don't think that's excusable.

[rizlowwritessortof]

Runaway

Square #6 for @jacklesversebingo 😊

You left months ago with no explanation, no contact but a cryptic text to Sam saying "I'm okay." Now you're back, but will Dean forgive you for running away?

Prompt for this one - 'I can give you what you so desperately desire' - in bold in the fic

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2501

Warnings: Angst, makeup sex, brief descriptions of bloody character death IN DREAM ONLY (happy ending, I promise)

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Sam takes your bag when he opens the door, a kind smile flitting quickly across his lips. He follows you down the stairs, and you stop near the large map table, glancing around the room. It looks like home, but it feels uncomfortable, like you don’t quite fit anymore.

You startle a bit when Dean suddenly walks into the room, his steps coming to a halt when he sees you standing there. He turns immediately, taking a couple of steps back the way he came, but then turning back around to enter the room again, his brows drawn together in an angry frown as he glares at you.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Dean.” Sam’s voice is a soft rebuke, but there is also understanding behind it. “Maybe this should wait.”

Sam’s hand on your shoulder is the only thing that keeps you from turning to retreat back up the stairs and away from Dean’s expression. The weight of it is too much for you to bear, and you stare at the floor. Hurt has stolen the light from his eyes, clenched his jaw, pressed his lips into a thin line. He looks hard, unapproachable, and you don’t have it in you at the moment to try and break through the seemingly impenetrable shell. You don’t know if you deserve to.

“Come on,” Sam says, urging you forward. “Just get some rest tonight and we’ll deal with everything tomorrow.” Dean stands there still as a statue, silent and cold, arms folded across his chest as Sam ushers you by, guiding you down the hall to one of the many bedrooms. Obviously you won’t be staying in the one you had occupied before you left – the one you had shared with Dean.

Sam closes the door behind him when he leaves you, and you stare around the room. No personal touches, only the bed with the typical Men of Letters-issue bedding, dresser, desk, sink. It feels cold, not exactly unwelcoming, but not warm and inviting, either. That whisper in the back of your mind telling you this was a monumentally stupid idea is getting louder.

You take a quick shower, then go back to the room and crawl into bed even though you know you probably won’t sleep. You toss and turn, stare blindly at the ceiling, but when you pick up your phone and see that it’s two a.m., you finally give up. You pull a flannel shirt on over your tank top and sleep pants, the decanter of whiskey calling to you from the library. A little liquid painkiller seems just the thing you need.

You walk into the library, straight to the liquor cart and pour yourself a generous splash of whiskey. As you turn, you flinch, startled, almost dropping your glass. “Damn it, Dean, what are you doing here? You scared the shit out of me!”

“Apparently I’m doing the same thing you are,” he replies sarcastically.

“You’re sitting here in the dark. Lurking.”

He lets out an annoyed sigh. “I live here. I’m not lurking. I can be wherever I want. What’s your excuse?”

“I just – I needed a drink.”

Dean rises from his chair, moving past you to pour his glass nearly full. “Uh-huh. I got that.” He turns to face you as you turn around and start to move back towards the hall and the safety of your room. “Yeah, just run away. That’s what you do.”

You stop and take a gulp of your drink, almost relishing the burn in your throat. “I thought we were dealing with this tomorrow.”

Dean lets out a derisive little snort. “Well, it’s technically tomorrow. So maybe you wanna tell me why you left?”

You turn back around, gripping your glass so tight you’re surprised it doesn’t crack under the pressure. You’re searching for words, but he doesn’t give you a chance.

“I just wanna know why.” You can’t bear to look at him, but you know his expression from the sound of his voice, the volume increasing with every word until he’s shouting. “Why you wouldn’t answer your phone, or even send us a text – oh, except the one where you told Sam ‘I’m okay.’ I wanna know what the hell I did that made you leave without a goddamn word!”

“You almost fucking died!” you scream back at him, your eyes burning with unshed tears, and you look at him, finally. His eyes go wide at your words, and when you go on, your voice is shaking, quiet in the wake of the shouting. “You came back to save me, and it almost got you killed.”

“What are you talking about?” he asks, confusion clear on his face.

“The last hunt we went on together, the vamps. One of them had me down, he was latched onto my neck, I thought I was done. You came and pulled him off, killed him, but there was another one behind you – with an axe. Don’t you remember?”

“Yeah, I remember – it was a rough hunt. But that’s just…” He begins moving towards you as you drain your glass and slam it down on the nearby library table, cutting him off in mid-sentence.

“That axe missed you by inches, Dean. I couldn’t yell to warn you, and that – that thing almost took your head off.” You angrily swipe tears from your face as you go on. “I still have nightmares. Only in my nightmares you don’t duck in time and you fall at my feet, half of your face gone, your blood everywhere, all over me, and I know that it’s my fault! That if you hadn’t had to come back and save me, you’d still be alive!”

“Jesus,” he swears under his breath, taking hold of your arm. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you talk to me?”

“I don’t know. I was just so afraid, afraid that if I didn’t leave… I was afraid that the next time it might really happen. I couldn’t live with that.” You’re still quietly crying, and Dean puts his arms around you, pulling you close, your words muffled against his chest. “I thought it would be easier to live without you if I knew that I wasn’t around to get you killed.” You pull away from him, looking into his eyes, your chest aching. “I knew I couldn’t… I couldn’t watch you die. I couldn’t live with that.”

He’s staring back at you, your pain reflected in his eyes, the tip of his tongue darting out over his lips as he leans closer and closer, finally kissing you gently, lingering there until you visibly relax against him. When you part, he looks down at you, his thumb sweeping the remnants of your tears away. “You look beat. We should get some sleep.”

You look up at him with a weary smile, your eyes suddenly feeling very heavy, and you nod in agreement. He leads you down the hall, opening the door to his room and urging you inside with an arm around your waist. “Are you sure?” you ask softly, and he turns to you, cupping your face in his hands.

“Yeah. I’m sure.” He bends to kiss you, his lips clinging to yours, then folds back the covers and lets you crawl in before joining you. He reaches for you and pulls you close, your head on his shoulder, holding you as you fall asleep together.

You slam into the floor, flat on your back, the breath knocked from your lungs as the vampire lands on top of you and punches you. Your head rocks to the side, and fresh pain screams through you as needle-sharp teeth sink deep into your neck. You struggle, gasping for air, kicking and fighting, but he’s too strong, and your vision begins to blur.

Suddenly, the monster is ripped upwards, his weight suddenly gone from your body, and his blood sprays over you as his head goes flying off to the side, his body shoved away to land on the floor with a thud. Dean is moving towards you, speaking to you, but his voice seems muted. Your eyes grow wide as you see someone moving up behind him, and you try to cry out, but your voice is nothing but a squeak. Your vision is still hazy, but you see the figure behind Dean lift something – an axe?

Dean says your name, turning to face you, putting a hand on your shoulder to shake you gently. “Hey, hey – wake up, baby. You’re safe, you’re home.” Your eyes fly open as you suck in a deep breath, your hands clutching at Dean’s t-shirt. Then you pull back, your hands reaching to search his face, panic in your chest. “See, sweetheart? I’m okay. It was a dream.”

You close your eyes in relief, letting the panic subside slowly before you blow out a breath and dare to look at him again. He is watching you closely, concern in his eyes, and you lean in to crash your lips into his. He groans softly and hugs you tight against his chest, slanting his mouth over yours, his tongue sweeping over your lips, urging you to open up to him. You whimper, your hands moving down to slip under his shirt, your palms gliding over his smooth, warm skin.

You are suddenly ravenous for him, and you move your free hand down to frantically yank at your pants. You break free from your kiss, your voice desperate and breathless. “Dean – help…” He stares at you, heat in his eyes, for a second before rolling you to your back. Then he sits up, both hands reaching to pull your pants and panties down as you kick them free and push the covers away with your feet. “Please…”

He shoves his sweats down until he springs free and he settles between your thighs, his cock prodding at your softness, then filling you up in one smooth, quick thrust. Neither of you are going to last long, your need for each other is too fierce, and you strain to hold him close as he fucks into you hard and fast. He pants out a ‘fuck’ when you call out his name, your head spinning as you come, clawing at his shoulders and arching up underneath him. He floods you with his release as you pulse around him, clinging to him with all your strength as you fall apart together. When he finally finishes, he lets his weight rest on you, your arms still wrapped around him, tears wetting your lashes from behind your closed eyes.

“I missed you so much,” you manage to say, and Dean raises up to look at you, bending to kiss each eye before he captures your lips, your kiss touched with the taste of your tears.

“I missed you, too,” he whispers before kissing you again, slow and sweet, until you both need to move and he parts from you with a quiet groan, adjusting his pants and settling on his back. “C’mere.” He waits for you to turn and lift your head, putting his arms around you to hold you tight, your head on his shoulder. You lay there silently for a while, his hand capturing yours and holding it against his chest. You are basking in absolute peace, feeling safe and warm and right for the first time in months. He gives your hand a squeeze and speaks softly, his voice rumbling in his chest beneath your hand. It feels amazing. “So – what made you decide to come back?”

You smile a little sheepishly, even though he can’t see your face at the moment. “You’ll probably laugh at me.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

“Well – I walked home from my job at the bar the other night, and I took a different route than usual. I saw this little occult shop – you know, the kind with ‘Fortunes Told’ and ‘Palm Reading’ painted on the windows.” He chuckles softly, and you continue. “I decided, what the hell? Walked in, and the woman was getting ready to close. So I said ‘I’ll come back another time.’ She turned around and took one look at me, and said, ‘No, please. Sit.’ So I did. She held out her hand, and I gave her mine, and she ran her fingers over my palm. Then she looked me in the eye and said, ‘I can give you what you so desperately desire.’”

You shift a little so you can look up at his face as you continue your story. “I started to get up, told her I wasn’t interested in buying a potion or a spell, but she grabbed my hand to stop me. ‘No,’ she said, ‘I am not trying to sell you a potion or spell. If you do as I say, you can have what your heart is crying out for.’ She squeezed my hand, and said, ‘You must go home.’ I said, ‘Well, I’m on my way home right now,’ but she shook her head and said, ‘No. You must go home. To Kansas.’ I started to shake my head and pull away again, but she wouldn’t let go of my hand. ‘You must go home. Your heart knows this. Listen to what it is saying,’ she said. And she wouldn’t even take any money.”

“Seriously?”

You nod. “Yes. And I fought it for a couple of days, but I finally – I knew she was right. I knew I needed to come back. I knew I needed to make things right with you. Even if you couldn’t forgive me for running away, I knew I needed to try.”

He leans down to kiss you, lingering for a long moment before pulling back to look at you, his fingers brushing your hair back from your eyes. “I’m glad you listened to her. Just promise me something.”

You look into his eyes, biting at your lip and nodding. “Promise me you’ll never leave like that again. Promise me you’ll come and talk to me, or talk to Sam. I went fucking crazy when you left and I couldn’t find you. I thought I…”

“I’m so sorry, Dean. I promise. I promise that will never happen again.” You take a deep breath before going on. “You should know, I’m not going to hunt anymore.”

He nods, looking away from you for a moment, his jaw working as he gets his emotions under control before he faces you again.“Baby, I don’t care if you hunt. I never did. I don’t care what you do, I just want you to be happy.” His arms tighten around you as he continues. “And I want you to remember that you can talk to me. I just want you here with me, whatever that looks like, I don’t care. I need you.”

You have tears in your eyes yet again as you tilt your face to kiss him. “I need you, too. And I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

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[kuromitos]

I have more shit to say about batcest shippers!

[ This is the last time I promise ( -д-) ]

This is more directed at brudick shippers but the thing i hate about the most is that they try to get on this metaphorical soapbox, and say how the their ship is better and valid due to the fact that's "queer history." When in reality, they're nothing more than a bunch of liars, and just saying, random stuff to support their weird gross ship.

Stuff like how dick was supposed to be closer in age to bruce, how their relationship was always romantic and stuff like that, which is false.

Since his debut, Dick grayson was always portrayed as a young boy, and his relationship with bruce was always familial, not romantic. Yes, they weren't father and son during that time, but they did have a familial relationship, which was more akin to brothers, so they still had a familiar relationship.

And yes, I will admit I'm not gonna pretend that there weren't certain moments within the comics that did raise some eyebrows in today's standards, but that was also a scenes just happening in comics in general. Did we all just forget about the comic where supergirl fell in love with her with her horse?

What about the storyline, where green lantern falls in love with a fourteen year old alien girl who had the ability to physically age up her body to an adult form but was still mentally a child?

That storyline is still infamous today to the point that people don't like how jordan because of it, even though they reckoned it years ago. It's still creepy, but I digress.

There are so many storylines and moments that happen in comics that are so weird, but we just chalk it up to it being a certain time period. And I feel that's also what's going on, with the batman comics back then.

Another thing these shippers have come to believe that batman and robin are the reason why the comic code authority came into existence. Which is not completely true.

There are many reasons why the comic code came into fruition during that time, but they act like batman and robin is the sole reason why.

One of the main reasons mainly deal with the fact of censorship within comics and of course the corruption of children, which brings in their major evidence as to why they believe this is the book called seduction of the innocent.

If you don't know what the book seduction of the innocent is it's mainly a book by a doctor who believe that comics was turning children into delinquents and how parents should keep it away from their children and one of the passage within the books talks about how batman and robin are turning children gay.

Keep in mind, This was the 1950s where a man can stand next to another man, and people will automatically give them the side eye so....

Also, just a small piece of information is the man who wrote the book. He lied about that. He interviewed some boys asking him about the comic that they had read, and few of them happen to be gay and claim that they like to read superman comics with another indie title But for some reason, he decided to lie and claim that they was reading batman comics , and they wanted to be robin so they can have sex with him. He also lied about Wonder Woman and how she makes young girls want to hate men, so there's also that.

I'm going to post a link to a post that goes into more detail about this it also plays another detail I particularly dislike these types of shippers, which is how they only care about queer history when it benefits them. It comes with evidence about this man lying.

Which brings me to my final point that i'm going to make on here is they like to contradict themselves a lot.

These people are the same people who state that fiction isn't real and These are fictional characters so they can do whatever they want with them, but at the same time they want to get mad at people call them homophobic For not liking this ship due to being queer history and have an impact on queerness in comics. When we know that's not true.

How does that work? 2 things can't be true i At the same time if it doesn't make sense. either fiction affects reality, or it doesn't. You don't actually care if this has any impact within queer comics. You just care that this validates your weird a** ship between family members.

And that's incredibly irritating.

Also I feel I shouldn't have to mention this, but I am not antiship, I generally do not care what ship you're into, unless it's like Pedo or incest.

Even then, I'm not gonna do anything to you. I'm just gonna read about how you are a weirdo and call it a day, probably even block you.

I personally believe no one should be harassed, doxs, or anything horrible happened to them due to them for liking a ship unless you're being an asshole to everyone.

That's why I don't personally like these shippers. Because they want to feel mentally superior to everyone else and act like that, they are better than everyone else here.

They wanna blame the most random stuff on why they're getting hate when, in reality, that has nothing to do with their hatred. Like they wanna blame purity culture on why they're getting hate.

Purity culture??

in this fandom??

the fandom that is known for sexualizing their female characters?? The fandom that has sexualized Dick grayson so much that he's reduced nothing more to his a**??

Purity Culture has nothing to do with why you've been hated.

You are hated because you are making shit up for a ship.

You are hated because you are shipping a father and son and turning every single moment they spend together as romantic and basically sexualizing a wholesome relationship between men.

you are hated because you say out of pocket stuff to defend yourself like "adopted family aren't real families"

You are hated because you try to act better than everyone when you are no better than the average person on the internet

It has nothing to do with purity culture or or homophobia, or whatever random excuse you're trying to come up with. you are hated Cause you are generally a weird person that has weird taste in ships. That is it

I'm officially done talking about these people. Because if I feel if I do I will start to hate the fandom in general, so i'm done and I will, I'll try my best not to talk about them anymore.

BYE(*^▽^)/★*☆♪

[thekrakenlolz]

Don't shoot me but I kinda dislike Caitvi. Like in the first season I was their number one shipper. Bro, I was so into it, I thought they were perfect for each other. I mean, the chemistry alonnneeeuuuh

But I really really really dislike how Cait acts like her and Vi are on the same level playing field. Bc that's anything but true. She barely acknowledges Vi's trauma and I don't fw with that at all. The fucking sacrifices she made for this chick are insane and she barely acknowledges that either. Also, Jinx is all Vi has left. Literally the only family she has. Like I'm sorry she isn't super rational and chill when it comes to killing off her baby sister??

And I don't like how easily Vi forgave her. I'm not saying it's unrealistic. Been there, done that but jesus-

Honestly, as much as I ADORE Arcane's writing, how detailed and self referencial it is, how elegantly they give exposition, the metaphors, the EVERYTHING, I think the switch from act 2 to act 3 was sloppy as shit. Caitlyn's GASSING OF ZAUN, I repeat GASSING OF ZAUN, is barely mentioned beyond the scenes in which it happened and her change of mind seemed to just come out of the blue. All in all it felt like the writers kinda realized "oh shit, she has to redeem herself somehow. Fuck, let's just say she had an epiphany".

I'm not saying I hate Caitlyn, if nothing else she's an absolutely fascinating character but I found how things turned out to be kinda iffy. Hot take but I don't think Caitlyn deserves Vi. Or at least Caitlyn has A LOT of making up to do.

Just in general, act 3 was kinda meh. All the characters the audience cares about, including the beautifully established and explored sister relationship the show LITERALLY STARTED WITH AND REVOLVED AROUND got sidelined so we can watch two tech bros have celestial sex or whatever the fuck that ending was. Like, I remembered sitting there, confused on why they keep cutting away from the shit I actually care about and back to these two faggots

At least Ekko got his moment to shine which I was absolutely over the moon about as a day 1 Ekko stan. Yeesssss Boy Saviiiooor gET IIITTTTTTT

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Curly x Anya is weird and so is Joetastic (TW for mentions of r//pe and SA)

The whole point of mouthwashing is based around the fact that men will cover for each other in the workforce (r//pe or SA). There's more than that but that's one of the main ideas. Curly finds out that Jimmy r//ped Anya, and he does nothing. This is very common in the real world, especially if these men know each other. Curly thinks, ok, I just need to talk to Jimmy and things will work themselves out. He knows that isn't what he should do. And that's what you need to accept, Curly wasn't pressured, he wasn't put in a tough pickle, Curly knew that him talking to Jimmy isn't going to work things out, he knows Jimmy did something wrong. Anya tell Curly, she's pregnant, she's hoping that Curly, a man that is very friendly and knows wrong from right, man that is her friend does the right thing. He doesn't, he ignores her problems and doesn't do anything. Instead, this man covers for his friend and pulls the "I'm sorry you feel that way" card. Even if Curly is sorry, he's not in the right. In the entire game, he was never in the right with his actions. But we sympathise with him because, "Oh! He didn't mean it!" "He just wanted to find his place in the world, why did it come to this?" "His punishment was too harsh :(!" His punishment was justified, yes, being in his condition is harsh, but Curly needed to learn. So what if he wanted to feel like he was working towards something? That doesn't excuse the fact he's a bad person, why don't you go sympathise with murders or convicts who say the same thing then. He didn't mean it? Then why did he do it? Anya tends to Curly because Jimmy wants to keep him alive, she probably would not try to keep Curly alive, she knows that his condition is critical and he won't survive. Anya feels sympathy for Curly, but only because he's injured. To her, Curly is a man who was supposed to be her friend, but instead ignored her cries and tried to kill everyone. Put yourself in her shoes, one day, you were SA'ed or r//ped by a coworker, eventually, you work up enough courage to tell your other coworker what happened. Your coworker, who you've known for a while, says he'll handle it, you hope he does. He doesn't, he doesn't do anything, he tries to sweep it under the rug, acting like it's not really a big deal. But it is, because your also in a position where your not able to get an abortion, you don;t want this baby, but you have to keep it because by the time you go home, it's to late. The baby will be born already. Your coworker, r//ped you, and now you have to keep it's baby. Would you love, date, or be romantic to the man who did nothing, stood by and watched it happen, and did do shit? I could've worded this whole thing better, I just had to get it off my chest, Joetastic is so fucking weird for shipping Curly x Anya and thinking it's cute, it's not, there shouldn't be ANY ships in mouthwashing, that's not the point. People who are shipping any of the characters, missed the whole fucking point. Bojack horseman all fucking over again... CONGRATULATIONS!!! YOU'VE ALL MISSED THE POINT!!