#Honestly I just hate that i'm to scared to do anything about it

[cjsmalley]

"Manson." Batman laid the missing person's report on the table between them.

She didn't even flinch but said, "Wayne."

Batman nodded, "I thought you might know. What gave me away?"

"Robin's speech patterns are the same as Damian Wayne's," Sam said, reaching for the report and thumbing through it, "the rest followed like dominoes. Doesn't help that Jason Todd-Wayne came out of ' witness protection' stinking of ectoplasm. I've gone your galas one too many times not to know you boys. Especially since Mom tried setting me up with any of them. Your comment about coming from money helped too...they're still looking for me? I've been gone for nearly two years..."

"Sam," and it was Bruce talking, not Batman, the father, not the hero, "they're scared out of their wits; they love you. Of course they're still looking."

"C--can I send them a letter? A message?" Her eyes were watery and she shook her head fiercely, wiping them away with a hand.

But Bruce shook his head, "Not until we get the GiW out of your town. We can't be sure they're not reading the post and we don't want to spoke them yet by sending in a hero...even the Flash...do you think they'll accept Danielle?"

"The plan is to pass her off as mine," Sam explained, "we ran for other reasons but I found out I was pregnant. We thought about going back but the GiW were talking about taking Danny hostage to make his parents cooperate for sure."

"If they knew about the baby, they would have taken it as well," Bruce filled in, allowing, "it needs work but it could work as a story. You would have had a homebirth, of course. Doctors were too dangerous, mandated reporting and all. Will they accept Danielle as your daughter? They hated Danny if I recall correctly."

Sam gave a tired laugh, "I honestly don't care. Me and Danny were living pretty fine without them and their money. Yeah, Dani was in a lot of secondhand and thrifted stuff but that's okay; we all were. Smallville will probably take us back. All I know is that Dani, and Danny, is mine. Couldn't be more mine. Once we're of age and it's legal, me and Danny are getting married for real and I'm putting my name down on Dani's real birth certificate. I'm not letting my daughter be treated as some sort of science experiment because she's a clone!"

And Bruce looked at the young woman who was claiming a baby not her own to save the child from a lifetime of invasive inquiries and made a choice.

"Did you know you're my cousin through my mother's side?"

Rolling with the change of topic, Sam nodded, "Not close but there's blood and marriage...?"

"If your parents do not accept Dani or Danny, I will take all of you, including Jazz and Tucker, into the Wayne family based on this connection. As long as I or my children live, you won't go without. Cousin."

"No. Just promise. If anything happens to us and Dani survives, you'll step in; she can't go to the Fentons; their neglect got Danny killed. We should've never been allowed down in the lab."

"Okay," Bruce nodded, knowing her could wear them down later but understanding her priorities."

"Thank you...Cousin."

Danny and Sam are on the run after rescuing Danielle from the GIW. They had forced her into her core, a testamentto how much damage was done. However, once they were safe and far away thanks to Tucker, she reformed as an infant.

They are now living new lives with new identities in a small aptly named Kansas town. They are just starting to make things work with Danny making money by fixing old farm equipment and Sam training to be a nurse.

Then a member of the Justice league knocks on their door in civvies, and they panic dash for their go bags.

[narmothewraith]

How I imagine myself (aka want to be)

Vent in the tags (sorry in advance)

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

I bring a sort of "flawed female characters can be fun and enjoyable blorbos - both flawed in terms of having character flaws and in terms of having occasionally flawed writing" that it appears many, many, many people do not like

[statementlou]

https://www.tumblr.com/louisupdates/754934426217152513/goodbye-faith-in-the-future-world-tour-272024?source=share

did he or did he not lose fans then?

I will answer this because this anon actually brings a concrete question to the table rather than just "hurhur but you're a larrie??" (tell me you can't actually refute any of our points…). Anyway this post shows the decrease in Louis instagram followers between the screenshots taken directly after the release of Faith in the Future in Nov '22, when he changed his bio to promote that album and the tour tickets, and now, when he changed it again to mention the current release. But I'm putting that response under a cut because I'm tired of the actual POINT of all this nonsense getting lost in a sea of made up things people insist are important:

There is no rational argument you can make to say that Louis has less fans now than he did 2, 4, or 6 years ago. You don't need a spreadsheet of details you need to USE YOUR EYES! He has gone from filling theaters to filling arenas and stadiums. His second album made a higher chart position than his first album. His festival has doubled in size EVERY year of its existence. And for that matter: his insta post engagement numbers remain about the same (despite the fact that older posts should have way MORE likes due to having been there longer, even aside from follower counts.) SO WHO FUCKING CARES ABOUT HIS INSTA FOLLOWER NUMBER???? Serious question: what does the word "fans" mean if these things aren't what matters? ALL of this quibbling about what he should do to make things better and people can't even see that THINGS AREN'T BAD.

Anyway to address the specific question- (con't......)

NO- HE DID NOT LOSE FANS. HE LOST SOME INSTA FOLLOWERS. THESE ARE NOT THE SAME THING. As I said above, literally what does it mean to lose fans if that number change coincides with him having higher sales, more audience members, and higher engagement than ever before? Whatever he lost ISN'T FANS. I wouldn't be surprised if a significant factor was something like a bot purge, but also yes: I'm sure a lot of casuals followed him around the time of his big album release and later unfollowed him. That's extremely normal because that's how casual engagement works, and why the definition of fan really matters. Louis and his team understand this and have referenced it repeatedly, talking about how lucky he is to have *us* specifically, to have the kind of dedicated fanbase he has, to have the KIND of fans he does who will allow him to do what HE wants. @dogsliampaynedoesntinstagram named the issue of depth vs breadth with regard to fans a long time ago, and pointed out why having DEPTH is so much more important. It's like this- artists who are on top 40 radio have more numbers on things like insta follows, and for a time on sales and tickets. But those aren't FANS- they're people with a casual interest. And as soon as that person isn't being forced in their ears 10x a day, those people lose interest and stop supporting them, stop buying stuff and unfollow, and those artists end up doing the 'opener on the jingle ball' circuit rather than their own tours. One Direction as a whole, and Louis maybe most of all or near to at this point, have something MUCH MORE VALUABLE than that- DEPTH FANS. Louis has fans who will support him even if he takes years to release music, or stops parading around with a pretend girlfriend to stay in the headlines at least once a month, or completely changes his image and genre, and that is UNHEARD OF. It's ASTONISHING and worth SO MUCH MORE. And they get that! THAT is why he always bragging about us, why industry people he works with are always so agog about us, why he will do anything for US- not for randos. He is also growing his breadth- and it's OBVIOUSLY WORKING whatever his follower counts are, but that is always going to be secondary to doing things for THE FANDOM because that is his sustainable business model. That is what keeps him onstage and reaching number one. And not coincidentally, the things they do are also working to grow that- much more valuable- commodity. So the fact that that's exactly what these chuckleheads complain about- that he does things that are just fandom facing or serving rather than everything being aimed at recruiting casual fans- does nothing but betray how completely they, unlike Louis and his team, misunderstand the actual drivers of his (actual, existing, happening) success. Luckily for Louis, he and his team rely on their own data harvesting (they do a LOT of it) and growth metrics (they're off the charts) rather than the smug assumptions of random (mostly quite new to this) fans and the few bitter people leading the complaining about everything Louis does.

[selfinflictedgunshotwound]

sorry for only saying this type of shit lately but i kinda wanna drive a car straight into a brick wall at the highest speed possible

[kanerallels]

Sometimes I feel like I don't care what other people think and other times. Sigh

[running-in-the-dark]

the lady upstairs is screaming at her partner so loudly that I can - literally - understand every fucking word

this house is well built, you don't hear shit from the neighbours any other time, she just yells really fucking loudly and I am over it

[tardis--dreams]

Me panicking because i have 9 missed calls and 5 emails talking about my absence and how "a colleague could take over for me" vs. Me knowing it's really not that important no matter how pushy a client is and that on top of it I'm underpaid and have way to much overtime so i shouldn't even care

[concrete-3ater]

ive been having such a shitty week

ive had like 3 tests, a state test for math, I've had to write 2 essays, my mom said the drawings that SHES MAKING ME DO are too messy and shes making me redo them, the gift I got for my friends birthday didn't come in time, my brother washed a pen and it ruined one of my favorite shirts, I've felt just generally sick all week, I woke up late and almost missed school, I've had really bad cramps all week, my mom yelled at me again this morning because I made brownies for my friend, and to top it all off someone stole my phone at school.

I'm typing this from my computer right now, neither of my parents are home but im genuinely so scared.

my mom gave me the silent treatment all morning, and the first thing I have to tell her when she gets home is that my phone was stolen, which means I also cant do the drawings for her friend

one of my friends offered me their guest bedroom in case it gets bad, I don't think it will but I'm scared. I don't even have any way to contact them if it does

ive been trying to be positive but everything that has happened since the start of the year has been horrible, and all the little things with my mom have been piling up. I don't know what I'm going to do.

im so tired, I want to give up

[willinglyghoulified]

Just a reminder. If you're a friend to someone who's chronically depressed and has tried to kill themselves before and they're "not better" months or even a year after they've tried to kill themselves, don't give up on them. Sometimes they can't help the way they feel. They still fight a battle in their head that you don't understand. If they want to talk about how they feel, don't meet them with sighs or rolling your eyes or dismissing their feelings like "maybe you'll feel better if you just stop talking about it" NO, don't DO that. Just be a listening ear. Tell them you're there for them even if there's not much you can do to help. Support them.

And remember that if they do wind up killing themselves anyway, it was going to happen with or without your help OR your consent. There was nothing you could do to change that. It's not your fault. They were going to do it with or without your help. You have no control over people.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that loving someone with chronic depression can be draining and hard and disheartening, but they need you. It's worth it if you can change their mind, make them feel loved. But if you can't, make sure that the time they still have on this earth are filled with love and friendship and support. That's all any of us can ask for.

[sayangrafayel]

How would they react waking up to you dancing and singing in the kitchen in your pajamas while making breakfast?

This was a request by anon! I am so happy when I receive requests (you just need to be patient because I am slow af), but here we go!

Sylus, Xavier, Rafayel, Xavier, Caleb.

Sylus

Come on. We all know he's the "leaning on the doorframe admiring you from behind" type, 100%.

His heart feels full. The fact that you are in his kitchen. In your pajamas. Singing and dancing. Making breakfast. FOR HIM. AGAIN, IN HIS KITCHEN, makes him all giddy.

"Good morning, Sweetie." "Sylus! You scared me!"

Hums along with you, you love his voice. It doesn't matter if he doesn't hit the right notes. You'd prefer his out of tune singing voice over anything else.

Xavier

Sleepily waddled into the kitchen. He hates waking up without you by his side, but he's happy hearing your singing voice and seeing your little dance.

Leans on the kitchen counter "What are you making? Can I help? I want to help." "No.."

You distract him by asking him to dance along with you.

Anything to steer him away from the oven and the stove. You didn't feel like eating a burnt pancake for breakfast... again... for the fourth time... this week.

Rafayel

Jolted up as soon as he didn't feel you when he reached for your side of the bed. But immediately breathed a sigh of relief when he hears music from the kitchen.

He wants to pretend to sulk but you're just too cute with your bed head and pajamas, so he opts to rest his chin on your shoulder.

"Cutie.. you know I hate it when you get out of bed without waking me up."

Sleepily humming to the song playing, "I love this song."

Zayne

I'm so sorry but he's gonna wake up before you. It's just in his blood. No matter what he'll automatically wake up as soon as the sun hits the room.

Making breakfast together with him in your pajamas, singing and dancing together is still fun! You both cherish this routine, given your busy daily schedules.

No work talk. No nagging. Just a very domestic dynamic, two lovers spending quality time.

"I really love this raspberry jam we made!" "Me too. Maybe we can try making a blueberry one this weekend."

Caleb

OKAY IMAGINE COOKING BREAKFAST AT HIS PLACE. Honestly I think I love his place most.. ok anyways,

You think you woke up before him? No you didn't. He woke up first and stayed in bed to watch you. When you stir awake, he closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

You got out of bed and start preparing breakfast with your favorite song as your company. Not long after, he joins you in the kitchen and took over.

"How about I continue making the breakfast?" "But I want to make you a breakfast! It's been so long since I cooked for you, Caleb!" "Since when have you ever cooked for me? Plus I'm happy to do this. You can pay me with unlimited affection and your song and dance."

[cosmic-dust-poltergeist]

Pt3 of the Danny is the 99th attempted clone Tim made of Kon. Kon learns about Danny.

Relevant info: Kon was dead closer to a year and a half in this au, and this happens a few months after his revival.

[Pt2: here] [Pt4: here]

So Tim has admittedly been putting off meeting up with the Titans. Everyone has settled back into the new normal. Too much has happened for it to look anything like before, but the other 3 Titans have been hanging out semi-regularly, and Tim turns down their invites 3 of 4 times. He knows it's starting to hurt their feelings, and he hates that.

But... he's scared to admit he's a father now. A father to a clone of one of them. He's not sure how to bring it up. Cassie never asked if he was successful, probably just assumed he failed because there isn't a third Superboy flying around. Jokes on her. Danny isn't going to be a Superboy. He's not allowed to even think about being a hero or vigilante until he's 14 at the earliest, and Tim is going to help him find his own name if he chooses that path. He won't be a Robin or Superboy. He won't live in the shadow of those legacies if Tim can help it.

None of that is relevant for the here and now, though. Tim got Jason to babysit Danny and finally agreed to a hang out with the Titans. He asked Danny for his opinion first before making his decision and got the go ahead. So, Tim is finally going to come clean.

Tim barely makes it into the tower when he's tackled by his friends.

"Tim! You're here!" Bart cheers.

"Yeah, it's good to see you guys too. Sorry I haven't been very present." Tim fidgets. "I've been busy... I also haven't been honest..."

"Tim?" Cassie sounds concerned. And Tim just can't. He extracts himself from the puppy pile. He can't make himself give eye contact. He's sure his guilt and shame are written all over his body language.

"Tim, you can tell us anything." Kon sounds super genuine. Tim takes a deep grounding breath.

"Okay, let's do this like a bandaid." Tim finally looks at them, focusing mostly on Kon. "I have a son. He's technically Kon's, too."

He gets the dubious pleasure of watching his three idiots look at his abdomen, as if he gave birth.

"Why-? Kon, we never fucked!? What the fuck guys??" He sputters, waving his hands in front of him.

"Then how-" Cassie realizes. "Oh!"

"Oh?? What do you mean??" Bart is looking between them and vibrating in confusion. Kon is just looking like a confused and concerned puppy.

"Okay, so, I may have had a breakdown with everyone dying or going missing." Tim grimaces. "And while I was fully aware that even if I succeeded, it wouldn't be Kon, I still tried to clone him. And, um, I did manage to succeed in the end."

"Fuck, Tim.." Kon starts.

"Look, I was in a really fucking dark place and needed even just a piece of good I lost." Tim hugs himself, self loathing burning him from the inside out. "Everyone was turning their back on me, I just needed something, anything, to keep going."

"Fuck, I should have helped..." Cassie bites her lip, chewing on her guilty conscious.

"It's fine. No one was listening. Don't beat yourself up over it. You were in a bad spot, too." Tim gives a humorless laugh. "Danny was my 99th attempt. And my last attempt, if I'm honest. I could feel myself breaking more with each failure. On a fucking whim, I decided to make the 99th attempt a baby instead of trying for a teenager, and it worked. I fucked up a bit, I forgot to adjust the knowledge download to that of a 1 year old, but he was alive. He's the best thing to ever happen to me. I was scared to tell you. I'm sorry-"

"Tim.." Kon cuts him off, and Tim snaps his mouth shut. "I.. I'm honestly not sure how to feel about you cloning me, but I'd like to meet him. What's his name?"

Tim rapidly blinks back tears. "Aedan Drake, he prefers being called Danny. I.. I didn't add Kent because I don't trust Clark with him or give him an El name, I wanted him to understand kryptonian language and culture first. I... I also wanted Danny to be old enough to make the decision over his name himself. I don't want him to be treated like you were. The house of El were so awful to you."

"I understand, Tim." Kon steps towards Tim, "Can.. Can I hug you?"

Tim nods and is swept into a tight hug. He feels something give emotionally, and he sobs into his shoulder. "I fucking love him so much."

"Tell me about him." Kon says softly. He can feel Bart and Cassie hoving, unsure what to do, but unwilling to leave.

"He's physically around 3 now. He loves ghosts and space and named the wolf plushy I bought him on his first day alive Wulf." There's some chuckles over that. "He's sassy and petty, but insanely sweet and tries to help out with any and all tasks. I see so much of both of us in him. Nature vs Nurture is a messy bitch. You remember what I said my start as Robin was like?"

"How you had to babysit a grown ass man and force him into better habits?" Cassie snarks.

"Karma's a funny bitch. Danny started doing the same shit to me as soon as he figured out how to walk." Tim giggles. "Anytime we weren't in danger, he'd force me to take care of injuries and to eat and sleep. And I'd do it because what kind of monster denies a baby trying to be helpful... plus he gets really stressed and depressed if he can't help."

Tim grips the back of Kon's shirt. "I don't understand how he developed my people pleaser tendencies so early on. We were stuck on LoA bases when he first started doing everything in his power to help me. I was purposely being a little shit to our "hosts" at the time. So it wasn't a surprise that he developed a Robin's need to troll, but he only saw me be nice to him."

"The LoA??" Kon asks in alarm.

"It was a rough year..." Tim scowls. "And if I see Ra's again, I'm gutting him. B's rules be damned."

"What happened?" Cassie asks, suddenly a lot closer.

"He's a creep, a pedo, and a child abuser." Kon rubs Tim's suddenly very stiff back and shoulders. "I could handle him being creepy towards me. While gross and awful to have a disgusting 300 or something year old man trying to wife me-"

"Excuse me???"

"He WHAT?"

"-I'm more pissed I couldn't protect Danny. I don't know what that piece of shit did when I couldn't take Danny with me, but Danny is linked to the pit now. He luckily doesn't have pit rage like Jason, but he can calm Jason's pit and apparently glows according to Duke." Tim sobs. "I should have killed the man when I had a chance. I don't know what he did to Danny!"

"It's not your fault, Tim." Kon hugs Tim tightly, it's almost painful. "You were in a tough spot and doing your best to keep you both alive."

"Just focus on healing and moving on." Bart says while running a hand through Tim's hair. Cassie rubs both Tim and Kon's backs as Tim gets himself under control.

"Can.. can I meet him?" Kon whispers.

"I'd love for you to meet him." Tim sniffles. "He was nervous you'd hate him for existing. I apparently passed on my stupid anxiety. I couldn't quite get him to believe me when I told him he wouldn't be who you'd be mad at if you got mad. He wants to meet you, but I accidentally made the most jaded baby in the world."

"A Super raised by a Bat is going to be terrifying." Bart giggles. "We'll have to make sure he doesn't become a supervillain."

"Meh. He's too cute. If he goes evil, all he has to do is pout and he'll instantly win." Tim jokes, wiggling out of the hug. "Want to see pictures?"

There's a very strong positive response. The next 3 hours finds Tim showing off pictures and explaining the stories behind them, his team melting at how cute his son is. Tim feels the lightest he's felt in a while. He does have to promise Bart and Cassie to bring Danny over once Kon and Danny meet one on one first.

What Tim doesn't know is Kon is absolutely obsessed with and slightly horny over this parental side of Tim. He's fully daydreaming of the 3 of them living together and being disgustingly domestic the whole time Tim is showing off Danny. Cassie can tell what Kon is thinking about and is amused.

Once Tim leaves, the Titans go to the training room and fuck up some bots because of the rage they feel on Tim and Danny's behalf. They all agree to be as petty as possible to any LoA members they come across and to murder Ra's the moment there's an opportunity to do so without the JL knowing. Tim isn't the only unhinged one on this team. That's why they work so well together.

[headspace-hotel]

I'm in the last week of summer break before college, I'm kind of aimless and don't have much to do, so I've been spending a lot of time on the internet.

This is unusual behavior; for almost a year now, I've deleted the Tumblr app from my phone, forsaken other apps I used to dabble in, and generally just abandoned a lot of my internet use. And I discovered: the more i remove myself from the internet, the more I hate the internet.

Ten years ago the internet felt like a place with people in it, now it feels like something evil that's trying to get inside my head.

They say that scrolling gives you dopamine. I used to experience this, and I don't anymore. They say that short-form content trains the reward centers in your brain. I don't experience this at all; "reels" and tiktok videos are like a beam of sensory overload drilling into me, nails on a chalkboard, overwhelming.

I like tumblr because it lets me write out my thoughts and read other essays and long-form text, and I have a lot of followers so I get comments and feedback. Honestly the best part is interacting with followers and "yes, and"ing their ideas.

But other social media? So horrible I don't really understand how anybody enjoys it. I get an overwhelmed, disgusted, repulsed feeling. Everything is fake. Everything is intentionally targeted to manipulate me. Everything is using emotional manipulation tactics against me.

On TikTok everyone is too pretty and everyone is pretending they are my friend. The way they frame their videos and position their cameras and speak in the mic makes it looks like a video call with a friend, but they're not my friend and they're performing and they're not honest about that, and it skeeves me out so bad.

For one thing, there's AI. There's no point in looking at comments sections, because they all could be AI. There's no point in using Google half the time, because the results are all AI. Photos could be AI. Art could be AI. Why look at it?

For another thing, so much of what I see on the internet wants me to be angry, sad, or scared and wants me to think that's productive. "Reddit told me a woman wants to name her daughter something dumb!" Don't care. "People on tiktok are doing a stupid trend!" Don't care. "Some guy on twitter said something weird!" Don't care.

The real world is satisfying and beautiful and you can hug your friend and people are generally nice instead of calling you names and starting dumb arguments with you. And it's REAL. You know it's real, you can touch it, you can experience it.

You can look at things like the sky or a puddle or peeling paint on the side of a building, and that experience is yours, created by your own free will. No one directed you to look at the way the peeling paint curls, no algorithm fed you that experience. It's not an ad, it's not trying to make you think or feel anything, you can look at anything you want and you can think or feel anything you want.

You can just sit and eavesdrop on people and they're real. They're not performing for you, they aren't trying to manipulate you into buying a stupid product, they're not some garbled hallucination of a machine. The beauty and aliveness of your surroundings is without any secret motivation, it isn't funded by a political agenda or sponsored by a corporation. You can just look at a cloud and have your own thoughts. For FREE.

I love the Internet for providing new ways to share knowledge, stories, and conversations, but there is so little of that left, and so much of the internet is just this...toxic slurry.

Someone pretending to be my friend to get me to buy something is malicious. Someone trying to make me scared, angry, or sad to make their little numbers go up is malicious. AI is showing me a fake reality, ads want to take my money. Online, I am surrounded by enemies, so many things, down to the creators of websites themselves, want bad things for me and want me to feel bad.

I don't want to be there! And the more I go outside and enjoy the real world, the more hateful and sad the fake world feels.

[genderqueerdykes]

honestly, as a trans woman who's running a fairly 'popular' or whatever queer blog, i've noticed so much shit in the past 2 years and i'm just gonna lay it out for y'all. it's a new year. it's 2025. i do NOT wanna carry any more of this bullshit forward. i'm calling everything for what it is. if this pisses you off, unfollow or block and move on.

as someone else put it in the tags on one of my other posts:

i am sick and tired of not talking about extremely important queer conversation topics for the sake of "keeping the peace".

this is not giving trans women and transfemmes a better quality of life to attack literally every every and all trans men for being trans men. it's making people fucking scared shitless of us. i hope people realize this isn't helping improve the opinion other people have on trans women and transfemmes. it's making people absolutely fucking terrified to even exist around us, because we've gotten to the point where we're attacking literally everyone and anyone who says something we don't like. people are fucking terrified of talking around transfemmes and trans women and it's time we broke the silence on that.

other transfemmes and trans women: do you seriously, really want other trans people to be scared to death of you? do you really want other trans people to be absolutely fucking terrified to speak around you because they're scared of getting fucking yelled at? do you really want other trans people to be utterly terrified to speak up about their own trans issues for fear of being told they hate you? do you really want other people around you to feel utterly terrified to talk about anything queer related at all for fear of being corrected, looked down upon, or verbally harassed?

i am just completely done with this environment we've fostered where basically everyone is on pins and goddamn needles holding themselves back from having real, genuine, impactful, substantial conversations about gender because they're absolutely scared shitless of being called transmisogynistic and publicly cancelled and harassed at all times for saying something as simple as "trans men don't have it easy" or talking about how AFAB people can also be trans. it really does not take much at all to set people off on this website and start accusing people of being transmisogynists left right and center.

i'm not participating in this weird mind game anymore. i do not like how this is being used to control the narrative on transness and trans experiences.

i am done with having to walk on eggshells in every. single. conversation. we have about gender.

i am done with acting like talking about transmasculinity and transmanhood is somehow magically attacking and silencing trans women and transfemmes.

i am done with people having to tack on massive disclaimers saying that they're not attacking trans women and transfemmes just for talking about their experiences on just about every post people write about gender.

i feel like every conversation about gender on here has to be so fucking sterile and calculated and meticulously planned out and stripped of most of its contents in order to not immediately get slammed with a "oh so you hate trans women" or a "oh so you're transmisogynstic." it's fine to point out genuine transmisogyny, i'm not gonna say you have to put up with it when it's real, but can we acknowledge that people are leveraging the fear other people have of being called transmisogynistic to shut people up?

at this point it's being used as a scare tactic and i'm so over it. i loathe how accusing people of being transmisogynistic is a default insult. trans men can't make a post about transmasculinity without someone getting pissed off and calling them transmisogynistic. trans men can't talk about a goddamn thing without being told to shut up, for some reason? why is this happening? like literally why are you doing this? trans men can't talk about ANYTHING at this point. like they needed to be able to coin words for the specific types of oppression they face so they could talk about it, and instead they just get fucking yelled at and told they're being copycats and that the violence they faced wasn't real? what the actual hell is this accomplishing?

why are we acting like we own oppression and no one else can even come close to understanding what its like? come on now, we don't own the goddamn concept of oppression. we also don't own transness. i am sick to death of this idea that transfemininity and trans womanhood are the only "real" ways to be trans. we do not own the concept of transness. it's not just about us. "trans rights" applies to more than just us. it can't be about us all the time. WE are the ones being self centered right now. WE are the ones who are forcing the conversation to be about us in situations where it's completely and totally inappropriate.

we need to say it for what it is: we're fostering an environment where, at this point, only trans women and transfemmes are allowed to talk about anything queer related at this point. like can we call it for what it is? for some reason, trans men and transmascs aren't allowed to talk about trans manhood or transmasculinity at all. ever. they're not allowed to say a fucking peep. they have to shut up and listen to a trans woman explain it to them, because for some reason, the trans woman knows trans manhood better than the trans man. this is out of fucking control, we should not have trans women explaining trans manhood to other people unless they are also a trans man. this is just unacceptable. transfems attack transmascs who speak for transfems, and yet this is seen as good and the norm?

you are not cool if you hate trans men and misgender them on purpose. this isn't feminist. this isn't progressive. you're not getting back at the patriarchy- most trans men do not benefit from patriarchy and never will- you would understand this if you listened to them. instead of talking over and for trans men, and listening to people who talk over and for trans men, if you listened to trans men, the source, you'd understand that no, transmasculine lives are NOT easy and no, trans men do not instantly benefit from patriarchal society if at all, ever. if you listened you'd understand that T doesn't make people aggressive and hostile and evil. if you listened you'd understand that there are a lot of wonderful, loving trans men out there are who are not transmisogynistic just by virtue of existing.

nobody is saying that we want to you prioritize men over trans women when we talk about trans men's rights. we're not saying that we need to talk about men all the time and never talk about women, and that men are the only ones allowed to talk, now. we really have to let multiple people participate in conversations. we can't keep doing this thing where One Gender Has To Be Superior Over another. that's gender essentialism. why must you keep yourself trapped inside the binary like that? why are you so desperate to stay stuck inside of the machine that's trying to destroy you?

challenging someone else's transphobia is not being transphobic. challenging someone else's behavior is not hating them or their gender. criticism is not an attack on trans womanhood and transfemininity. transfemmes are trans women are not immune to criticism and we need to stop acting like we are. we're not. we've created an echo chamber where only trans women and transfemmes are allowed to talk right now and it's not transmisogynistic to point that out, because it's literally happening before our eyes.

if we're demanding that other people treat us better, why are we treating other people like shit in the process to get it?

stop silencing other people talking about other trans experiences. transfemininity and trans womanhood are not the only ways to be trans. stop forcing yourself into conversations you don't belong in. if you don't want trans men do that, don't do it as a trans woman. don't barge into conversations you have literally 0 stock in just to be rude and mean and make the conversation about trans women instead. let other people talk. this has gone on for way too long.

let. other. trans. people. talk. we shouldn't have let it get this bad. but i'm not letting it stay this bad. if you want to accuse people having genuine conversations about transness of being transmisogynistic just because they're not a trans woman, then feel free, i'm not gonna stop you, but i'm not listening to you. i don't care anymore. i'm sick to death of not being able to have REAL conversations on here because some people don't like being reminded that they are not the only people who suffer under cisheteronormative patriarchy. if you can't accept that you are not the only one who suffers under patriarchy and that men need to be liberated from patriarchy as well, then i'm not interested in having a conversation with you to begin with.

seriously, if any of this bothers you, please just block me. i'm not participating in these dumb ass little mind games anymore. i do not give a singular shit about offending people who think this behavior is okay. i spent way too long being afraid to speak up about real world issues because of shitty internet trolls. i don't give a fuck if someone you don't like speaking about their experiences hurts your feelings- you are the problem here.

this is affecting real people in real time and i care about that. i care about people, not stupid ideologies and fighting over who is or isn't "really trans". i care about people, not fighting over labels. open your mind and understand that is is about real ass people, and not just ideologies. trans men and mascs are real ass people. they're not antagonists made specifically to attack and piss off transfemmes and trans women. enough of this.

[lucidl0ser]

The 🍓anon is back with a new idea and of courseee I'm coming back to you to write it downnn if you can <3

Okaay sso maybe Izana- WELL NO, YK WHAT, TENJIKU HCS (if it's possible of course, if it's a lot then Izana, Kaku, Rindou Ran Shion??? I just love shion there's few content about him) with a good innocent reader, not necessarily innocent, but like, someone who doesn't get into trouble, would not hit anyone, sensitive, doesn't smoke or anything... you know where I'm getting to, right??? Well, that's my idea thxx!

Omg I love!!! Sorry this took long, but i hope you enjoy! Putting extra love into Shion's♡

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Tenjiku members w/ innocent! Reader

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Izana

○ I honestly think he wouldn't get it at first. Like, he doesn't understand why you're so off put by the way he sometimes hits the lower members or so casually threatens others. He's not around people like you a lot

○ it really sunk in the moment he accidentally made you cry after threatening you. It just slipped out, he didn't mean it. He does it to everyone!

○ after that tho, he did a full 180 on his behavior with you. He started being more careful with you, even treating those under him nicer when around you to keep you from getting uncomfortable. He might not be the best at showing it, but he cares. Last thing he wants is for you to hate him

Kakucho(my beloved)

○ Kakucho was definitely surprised by your innocent demeanor at first. But after a while, he swore to protect it

○ He keeps you away from everything involving the gang, especially those damn Haitani's. He's avoiding every known gang spot with you, steering you away from any dangerous face, and I someone even dares to make you cry...

○ He lets Izana meet you occasionally, but that's about it. Otherwise, he tries his hardest to keep you away from trouble. He knows you aren't weak, but if he has to see you uncomfortable or upset, it genuinely hurts him

Shion

○ I think he'd have fun with it at first. Trying to get you to smoke, pointing out small gang fights just to watch you tear up. It amuses him!

○ But if anyone else tries it, oh they're fucked! Oh that guy who tried to shove a cigarette past your lips? He isn't gonna bother you anymore. Why? Well he can't shove anything in your face with broken fingers♡

○ Despite his fucked up sense of humor, he's also such a sweetheart. He gets you all the cute stuff you like, giving even the smallest keychain to you with a face full of blush. Anything to see that smile

Ran

○ Just like Shion, he loves to mess with you, tho he's more cruel. He'd show off his bruised up hands after a fight and what's left on his baton, boasting about how good he did, all to mess with you

○ He won't ever take it too far tho. He likes to see you cry, but would never make you full on sob. That's just pure evil

○ He's learned his lesson with that when he took you to a large gang fight and you avoided him for days after. He had to apologize for days just to get you to text him. Never again

Rindou

○ Rindou isn't as cruel as his brother. He more so just smirks at your innocent demeanor and continues like normal. He doesn't care how scared or off-put you get when he talks about how he's broken other people's bones or how many fights he's gotten into

○ But he also doesn't deliberately bring you into fights or tries to get you into trouble. If it happens, it happens, and he'll protect you, but don't think he'll shelter you

○ He also definitely calls you a wimp and crybaby teasingly, laughing when you do as simple as pout at the thought of violence. What an asshole

[mikkies]

「 IF I COULD BEGIN TO BE HALF OF WHAT YOU THINK OF ME, I COULD DO ABOUT ANYTHING. 」

Pizzaburger x GN! Tsundere! Reader

warnings: none

notes: I think I also have that stuffed animal... It's so cute and I'm repeatedly punching it right now because of HIMMMM💔💔😭😭 anyways I love flirty Elliot and I think it's obvious in my fics... but... hopefully the teasing aren't like weird since I'm shit at it

THE CABINS WERE quiet that night, the woods blanketed in the same endless darkness that swallowed the ground.

Rounds were over, the killers scattered to whatever corners they crawled back to, and for once, there was a semblance of safety.

It was the first time all three of you—Elliot, 007n7, and you—were sharing one bed. Not a couch, not the floor near the fire. One. Actual. Bed.

You hated how your heart raced at the thought.

Elliot was annoyingly calm about it, leaning back against the headboard like he owned the cabin.

“C’mon, it’s not like I bite,” he said, removing his visor with that easygoing smile. “Unless you want me to.”

You shot him a glare sharp enough to cut wood. “You talk too much for someone who used to throw pizzas at people for a living.”

“Delivered them, actually,” he corrected, a smirk tugging at his lips. “But sure, keep trying to act like you’re not secretly thrilled about this.”

“You’re delusional,” you snapped, crossing your arms. “This is just… necessary. Nothing more.”

The worst part? The heat rising in your cheeks as you held tightly to your stuffed bear. You prayed they didn’t notice.

007n7, sitting at the edge of the bed, ran a hand over his messy hair, looking much more awkward than Elliot.

His ankle monitor clinked softly as he shifted. “Hey, no pressure,” he muttered, almost sheepish.

“It’s just sleeping. I mean, I’ve shared beds before but—” He stopped, catching your glare. “Right. Not helping.”

“You think?!” you shot back, though your voice wasn’t as sharp as before.

There was something disarming about how pathetic he looked, shoes dangling off his toes, pink glasses sliding down his nose. You hated that you didn’t hate it.

When Elliot tossed an extra pillow toward you, you caught it with one hand, more out of instinct than grace. “See? We’re not so bad.”

“Honestly, I’ve survived worse—killers when I'm about to heal someone? Much scarier than this,” he said with a chuckle. “And 007n7 here couldn’t scare a fly even if he tried.”

“Hey,” 007n7 said, mock-offended, though his grin was faint. “I used to be terrifying, thank you very much.”

“Keyword: used to,” Elliot shot back. “Now you’re just… dad-flop chic.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing.

The last thing you needed was them thinking you were warming up. “You two are ridiculous,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“And this is ridiculous. Why couldn’t one of you just sleep on the floor?”

“Because I’m not letting any one of us freeze,” Elliot replied smoothly, his teasing edge softening.

“Nights get cold, and I know you won’t admit when you’re uncomfortable.”

Your face heated again, and you turned away. “You think too much.”

They both noticed the panda much earlier but just commented. Elliot’s smirk widened. “Is that Panda from that one kids cartoon? Bare Bears something something, right?”

You whipped your head toward him, mortified. “How—? No! Shut up!”

“Oh, it totally is,” he teased. “Cute choice, honestly. Didn’t think our resident mean machine had a soft spot.”

“Say another word and I’ll throw it at your face.”

007n7 chuckled quietly, but his voice was gentle. “I think it’s nice. Makes you… more real. Not just the scary one with the sharp tongue.”

The compliment made your chest tighten unexpectedly. You gripped the panda closer, murmuring, “You guys are so annoying.”

“Annoying, but here,” Elliot said, lying down and patting the space between them. “Come on, it’s late.”

You hesitated, pride battling with something warmer, but finally climbed in.

The bed creaked under the weight of three people, and suddenly the cabin felt smaller, the world outside forgotten.

Elliot ended up in the middle, arm resting casually behind your shoulders. 007n7 shifted closer on the other side, careful not to crowd you.

“Relax, meanie,” Elliot said, voice teasing but softer. “You act like we’re gonna eat you alive.”

“I’m not scared,” you muttered, clutching the panda tighter. “I just don’t like… people.”

“Sure,” Elliot said, unconvinced. “Is that why you’re holding that bear like your life depends on it?”

You shot him a half-hearted glare. “Keep talking and I’ll suffocate you with it.”

007n7 snorted, covering his mouth. “Don’t tempt them, El. They might actually do it.”

Despite the banter, the room settled into a quiet warmth.

Elliot’s steady breathing, 007n7’s occasional fidgeting, your own racing thoughts—it all meshed into something strangely comforting.

You didn’t even notice when your body loosened, tension melting away.

“Hey,” 007n7 murmured after a while, voice low. “Thanks for letting us be here. I know you didn’t have to.”

You blinked at him, startled by the sincerity. “Don’t make it weird,” you muttered, cheeks warm. “It’s just… safer this way. That’s all.”

Elliot chuckled softly. “You keep saying that like we can’t see right through you.”

You wanted to snap back, but their presence made it harder to keep up your walls.

So instead, you stayed quiet, letting Elliot’s arm brush lightly against yours, feeling the warmth of 007n7’s shoulder when you leaned back slightly.

The panda was still in your arms, your tiny secret in full view.

When sleep finally came, it wasn’t the restless, shallow thing you were used to.

It was heavy and calm, the kind that came with knowing you weren’t alone.

Maybe you were mean, maybe you were stubborn—but tonight, tucked between him, him, and a stuffed animal, you didn’t mind being seen for who you really were.