#I can stop accepting that currency actually

[thursdaynights]

Why is everyone having a cow and a half when I say I’m interested in environmental psychology?

I don’t really have anyone to lean on in helping navigate this and it’s becoming overwhelming but it definitely does not help when before I can finish my sentence to explain what that is, literally e v e r y o n e has jumped down my throat telling me I’m wasting my time thinking it’s either something to do with one on one talk therapy just about nature or just being in nature and thinking about psychology. Fuck !

Okay, yes. There aspects of the field where the focus is to have therapy in nature to connect oneself to their surrounds (google forest bathing), but people are conflating environment with nature. An environment can be anything. Environmental psychologists study the interaction of people within any given space be it work, home, school, prison, theme park, government, and yes, the outside, as well.

The way I see it, this sounds like a great way to meld my circles of experience into this Venn diagram to do X.

It’s the X that I need to figure out.

I can get into conservation and look into how to improve how ppl interact with national parks. I can put my energy into fighting for the Everglades and to help in slowing down it being vultured by developers

I can turn to corporate and took at employee turnover to try to help that. Likewise, I can look even deeper at workplace policies to ensure those are working system and are helping who they’re supposed to be helping.

I can look at theme parks to figure out how to increase foot traffic and line retention. How do we get the unpopular rides ridden? How do we control a a crowd of ppl and get them to look at what we want them to look at? (/: this is an exercise in turning over the shape of this idea to myself)

I can even wiggle my way into a project manager position with this.

Why is everyone freaking the fuck out right now. This is a good idea. It’s too loud to think

[moonstruckme]

Are you going to continue the roomate James series? I’m actually in love with it😍

Yes! Thank you for reading <3

part 1 │ part 2 │ part 3 │ part 4 │part 5 │ part 6 │ part 7 │ part 8 │ part 9 │ part 10 │ part 11 │ part 12 │ part 13

roommate!James x shy!reader ♡ 804 words

“Honey, I’m home!” 

A smile tugs at your lips, even as you roll your eyes to yourself. James has become more and more fond of these pet names, and of announcing his comings and goings like he’s worried you’ll miss him. (He’s never gone long enough for that, though you might actually miss him if he were.) If you don’t respond in some way or another, he’ll—

“Hey.” He pokes his head through your cracked door. “You alive in here?” 

You pause in folding your laundry to give him a deadpan look. “I could have been in my underwear.” 

He looks mildly horrified. “I’d hope if you were, you’d close the door all the way.” 

“You know, I did manage to stay alive even before you moved in.” 

James leans on your doorframe, giving you the sort of lazy grin you have to pretend doesn’t scare butterflies into flight in your stomach. You really hope that wears off soon. “See, but now I’m convinced if I don’t check on you, you really will die and it’ll be my fault.” 

“How would it be your fault?” 

“Classic case of roommate neglect. I smell the rotting coming from inside your room, the police come, they ask How did you not know your roommate was dead for a month? I reply, Well, officer, she said she could be galavanting in her underwear at any moment. They put me in handcuffs and I spend the next five to fifteen years having Sirius bring me cigarettes I don’t want so that I can trade them for ramen noodles in the yard.” 

You scoff, fighting a smile. “As if you would ever eat ramen.” 

“That’s what I’m saying, sweetheart. You’d be forcing me upon desperate times. But hey,” he raises his hands in a show of surrender, “I didn’t come in here to discuss prison currency. Would it be alright with you if I had friends over tonight?” 

“Of course,” you say, looking back down to match a pair of socks. “You don’t need to ask every time, it’s always alright.” 

“Thanks,” he says warmly, “but it makes me feel better to ask. What do you want on your pizza?” 

You blink. “Me?” 

“Yes, you.” He smiles. Butterflies all over again. “You don’t have to hang out with us to eat it—though we’d love to have you—but I’m not just going to order pizza to your own apartment without having any for you.” 

“It’s your apartment, too,” you remind him. “That’d be a very normal thing to do.” 

“Irregardless.” James waves you off. You wrinkle your nose at the word choice. “What do you want?” 

You swallow a sigh. There are some things, you’ve found, James is nearly impossible to argue with about. If you really dig your heels in, sometimes you can make him move first, but you don’t feel like it right now. 

You do the next best thing you can think of: choosing the least obtrusive option. “Cheese is good with me, thanks.” 

His eyes narrow like he knows what you’re doing, but he says, “Got it. I’ll let you know when it’s here.” 

“Thanks.” You turn your attention back to your laundry. James lingers in the doorway. 

A month ago, you would have kept ignoring him, working on the (unfounded) hope that he’d go away. Now, you look up. 

“Do you think you might come downstairs and hang out?” he asks. He has a strange look on his face, one you can’t quite decipher. “You know you’re always invited.” 

You give James a terse sort of smile. He’s not stopped inviting you to do things since the day he moved in. Your open invitation has been made very clear, and you’ve been accepting it more often lately. James is someone who makes it easy to feel close to him. He tosses pet names at you like they’re nothing, comes to check on you when he gets home, pretends he needs to go grocery shopping just because you need a ride to the store. Last week, you’d sat down to watch a movie with him and woken up to a black screen, your cheek smushed into his shoulder and his head resting atop yours. 

Somehow, you’ve let him spill into your life without meaning to, and now you have these childish, crush-like reactions whenever he smiles a certain way or calls you pet names with that familiar bent to his voice. You know you just need time to sort these feelings out. It’d probably be ideal to keep yourself from spilling into his life as much as possible in the meantime. 

But it’s hard to deny James anything when he’s so sweet to you. And he’s nice. His friends seem nice. 

“I might,” you say. 

“I’ll take the win,” James replies, smiling. These butterflies are seriously inconvenient.

[fawcetttweets]

Idea for a private message. Cap gets asked by flash if he has any money so he can get some food or something and cap only has unconventional money like some old silver coins or an uncut gemstone.

Spare Change?

Transcript at the end!

Edit: Just realized the transcript may be a bit off but I don’t have time to fix it rn, sorry :(

Transcript:

Flash: Hey cap! We’re good pals right? And good pals always help each other out, right?

Cap: what did you do

Flash: what! Why do you assume I did something?? Can’t a man ask for validation every once in a while without being judged? Do you hate men being vulnerable, captain marvel?

Cap: Sorry, Flash… I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions. That was really wrong of me. You’re a really good friend and I always trust you to have my back in battle :)

Flash: awe that’s so sweet! You’re such a kind and generous guy! So kind and generous in fact that I’m sure you wouldn’t mind stopping by London with some cash?

Cap: sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Why are you cashless in London?

Flash: Funny story actually! I’ll tell you all about it when you get here!

Cap: Flash. I don’t have cash.

Flash: none? You gotta have SOMETHING.

Cap: I mean yeah, I do have currency, but not the type that would be accepted in London haha

Flash: oh American bills are fine! The Subway I’m at accepts them I already asked before I realized I’m all out of cash

Cap: You want me to fly to London to pay for your subway order???

Flash: You have super speed so you’ll be fine! And I’ll pay you back! Pleaseeeeeeee cap I need this I’m completely out of energy and can’t run back home without eating first :((((((((((

Cap: I don’t have American bills either tho

Flash: liar. You just said you had currency.

Cap: I have FAWCETT currency. I have Drachma, gold, uncut gems, obols, enchanted flowers, etc. Unless they accept knowledge of ancient spells lost to time and you’re prepared to pay me back with something of equal value?

Flash: you know what? I think I’ll just call Superman.

Cap: Nice talk! Good luck convincing him to leave his anniversary date with Lois to pay for your poor planning ;)

Flash: uuugghhhh you’re the worst. Think Batman will send a jet to pick me up?

Flash: ignore that. That was a dumb question. I’ll just walk.

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for scamming my ex out of an extremely valuable virtual pet?

🐓🥤to recognize. This might be a very long post with a lot of added context for a very niche hobby and a very small actual conflict.

I religiously play a virtual pet site called Chicken Smoothie. It's a pretty old site as far as virtual pet games go, starting back in 2008, so there is a pretty solid established site economy. Just for some context, Every pet on the site has a rarity, ranging from "OMG So Common" to "OMG So Rare", being the most common and most rare respectively. But there are rarities within those rarities, where some OMGSRs can be worth more than others based on species and demand. For example, an OMGSR dog from 2008 will be worth more than an OMGSR rat from 2008 despite being the same highest rarity and year, because people prefer the dogs over rats. These pets can get extremely valuable. You can't sell them for real money (according to site rules, but of course there's a black market), but the site has its own virtual currency you can buy (with real money) and trade for called Chicken Dollars, and you can also trade a valuable pet for other valuable pets. It gets very complicated, with the community coming up with its own set of value terms each pet can have. I'm not getting into specifics there, that's not important.

Every year, on December 18th, CS has gift boxes you can adopt from. These gift boxes can contain any rare pet from any previous year, including special "Unreleased pets" that you can only get from these Dec 18th boxes, with a very slim chance. These unreleased pets are some of the most valuable and rarest in the game.

Recently, I had seen my ex posting on the forums. I didn't know he had an account, he had made it within this year, long after I got the fuck away from him, and I only knew it was him because he uses the same username everywhere. This person had groomed me, physically abused me when we were together (we no longer live anywhere near each other, thankfully) and has always been emotionally manipulative. He does not know I play, and he wouldn't recognize my account as me. I took a note of his account and left it be for a while, until December 18th hit and I took a peek at what he had got. And what he got was one of the new Unreleased pets, which currently at the time of writing this only looks like a box of cereal. (Most pets on the site have growth stages.) And even better, all his groups were open for trade, so I took a chance and sent an extremely terrible trade. I told him that this pet would only be a recent rare, and I offered him a "Very Rare" rarity (but not very valuable) pet from 2018, telling him I was overpaying. (In the CS community, this is known as Ninjaing, and it's Not A Good Thing To Do). I didn't expect him to accept it, I at least thought he'd be smart enough to ask in the trade advice thread that is literally pinned on the home page for December 18th, but he didn't. He took my word for it and accepted the trade, and now I own an unreleased pet that will eventually end up as an OMGSR.

What I did was not a bannable offence. He will not get his unreleased pet back. The CS mods are laughable at worst, incompetent at best, and don't do anything to stop scamming. They have an "eh, sucks to be you, sorry, be smarter next time" mentality when people get scammed (Which is insane because there are literal single digit aged children allowed on this site!!!)

After taking a bit to think about it, I do feel a bit guilty because I really would not do this in any other circumstances. I hate scamming. I did what I did out of anger and contempt, and I do feel a bit guilty because in essence, I scammed a new player that didn't have much else and didn't know any better.

I'm still keeping that unreleased cereal box no matter what though

What are these acronyms?

[omalice]

“Isn’t it cute?” P.2

When you glance at the store's biggest teddy bear and “Isn’t it cute?” with a gorgeous smile.

Character: Mammon, Beelzebub, Raphael x GN! Reader

Note: My English is really poor, so…please go easy on me if I write something wrong!

P.1 | P.3 | P.4

The “want to be a sugar daddy but fail”

Mammon

“Isn’t it cute?” You mumble while locking your eyes on the store's biggest teddy bear.

"Ya want it?" Mammon inquires.

“Uh-huh…?” You accept with a tone of voice that clearly conveys your confusion; you don't anticipate the avatar of greed spending a lot of money to show how much he values you.

Unexpectedly, Mammon actually buys your mentioned teddy bear!

You jerkily express thanks to him and question the meaning of his shocked actions.

“I can do anythin’ that makes ya happy, MC." He answers with a big smile that almost makes you cry because of how overwhelmed you are.

However, the following morning...

The real explanation has been revealed. Mammon was able to purchase the doll by using Lucifer's credit card(😅) and he ended up being chased after all day.

Mammon's forced to have a part-time job to pay off his newest debt as a result. Otherwise, Lucifer will take the teddy bear from you and sell it on Akuzon. You're not courageous enough to go against the firstborn order; instead, you only frown, implying that you must be upset if the dolls are actually sold, you really like it regardless.

And Mammon won't let that happen, of course! He will work hard!

By the way, it's still true that this demon can do anything to make you happy.

Beelzebub

“Isn’t it cute?” You mumble while locking your eyes on the store's biggest teddy bear.

“Do you like it?”

"Yes! …Wait, Beel—"

You attempt to stop him, but not quick enough, he's heading away to look for the price of the teddy bear already.

Unfortunately, Beel has little knowledge of prices except for food, so he wasn't prepared to face the enormous sum of money provided on the price card for the doll which is more than enough to make his face color fade and turn white.

Beelzebub returns bearing nothing but an apology, "It's okay." you say to him.

A few days later, he began to use his free time to do a part-time job. He normally works an additional job to cover the debt from his eating habit, so neither the brothers nor you are aware of his intentions.

One week later, Beelzebub invites you to visit his room, where you found the teddy bear you wanted waiting on the bed.

(He makes sure to also pick a time when Belphie won't be there. Just want to spend alone time with you.)

He apologizes about deciding to buy the smaller one because couldn't afford to buy the size you wanted.

You obviously don't care about the size! It suffices to simply know how big his love for you is.

Raphael

“Isn’t it cute?” You mumble while locking your eyes on the store's biggest teddy bear.

Raphael gazes at your side face as he steps to enter the store.

“R-Raphael…?” Confusedly calling his name, you jog behind him.

Your body shakes when you see an extensive amount of numbers on the price tag the angel flips to reveal.

“I didn't mean that—“ You start to explain yourself.

“Huh?” His low mumble cuts your sentence. “Not as expensive as I thought”

"?????"

What?

Is he actually super rich?? Or does Michael pay him lavishly?

"Almost this much is the average cost of goods in the Celestial Realm..." Raphael keeps making suggestions.

"Yes, but are there different currencies? We use Grimm here.”

“…” ”…”

"Oh." He halts, and blinks. “…You're right.”

“It's okay," Simeon soothes his friend after hearing about what happened during the day. “You know, it's kind of a culture shock! When I first arrived in Devildom, I ran into similar situations as well…”

It doesn’t help, to be honest.

The next part will feature Leviathan, Barbatos, and Thirteen!

[happy-beeeps]

Hi love! Could I request a Rex X reader where reader can’t sleep so he stays and talks with her?

Hi lovie!!! Tysm for the request! It makes me so happy to answer these especially when they're about Rex. I actually struggle with insomnia so this is like a very real occurrence for me, so I hope you love it!! Also the way i'm posting this at night aw it's like a bedtime story this has so many layers

Bed Time

pairing: Rex x jedi!reader

Summary: You have a hard time finding sleep, so Rex finds you instead

Warnings: None, this is tooth rotting fluff for my sleepy girlies (gn)

WC: 1.2k

* * *

You’re a monster when you’re low on sleep, according to everyone in the Jedi Council and most of the GAR. For being a Jedi, you’d think you’d be well equipped to handle low sleep, but to you, sleep is currency. There’s a running gag of all the places you’ve dozed off when trying to catch up on lost hours (the current favorites being Master Yoda’s council chair, at Kix’s med station, and inside the youngling’s training room.) You’re bristle and groggy when you’re low on energy, and everyone jokes of the time Anakin had proposed one of his haphazard “plans,” and you had looked at him, eyes sullen, and placed a hand over his mouth. “I’m going to need you to stop talking.” You grumbled.

He got over it. Eventually.

This lack of sleep is how you find yourself here, padding through the jungles of Felucia in nothing but your sleep shorts and tunic. When sleep struggles to find you, you’ve found it best to seek a quiet spot away from your bed and do something, anything, to calm your mind. Meditate, read, once you have even scrubbed the entirety of the 501st’s gear. So now, you settle on a quiet spot overlooking a valley, out of sight from where you’ve all made camp, but not too far that you’re in any inherent danger. It’s hard to focus here, the air is thick and soupy and you swear if you swung your arms down fast enough you’d catch water droplets on them. Still, the quiet hum of wildlife around you allows you to ground yourself in the moment, to pretend you’re not at war. It’s calm, peaceful even. Of course, until the peace is corrupted by the crunch of footfall, and you spin around to face the intruder, though your gaze softens as it lands on him.

Rex walks in through the bushes, holding a canteen and a scrap of fabric in one hand, and his bucket in another. He’s dressed only on the bottom, opting to just wear his blacks across his broad chest. “Fancy seeing you here,” he smirks, then moves to settle next to you, offering you the canteen of crisp water.

You graciously accept it, drinking as much as you can muster in one breath, hoping to replace everything you’ve just sweated out. “Gods, you’re perfect.”

“You know, some might even say I was made for you.”

You roll your eyes at the quip, sending your shoulders gently into his. He takes the movement as an invitation to open his arm, and you happily settle your weight on his chest, your head resting in the crook of his neck.

“What are you doing here,” he murmurs against your hair, and you make a movement that resembles a shrug.

“Dunno. Couldn’t sleep, I guess.”

He laughs, and you can feel the rumble down your spine, “Right, so we’ll be paying for that in the morning.”

You look up at his smirk and stick out your tongue at him, and he responds by pressing a warm kiss on the back of your cheek near your ear, swinging his arms around you to hold you firmly across your chest. “How can I make it better?”

“Master Yoda would say by leaving me alone,” you joke, and you know he gets your jest, as he only holds you tighter. “Can we just talk? I don’t know why I’m so unsettled right now.”

“Of course, about what?”

You shrug again and nudge your feet outwards, kicking Rex’s helmet as you move. “What are your marks for again? Tell me about them.”

“Those?” he gestures his head towards the helmet, “For missions I’ve successfully completed. Course, I’ve had to start counting by fives.”

Your eyes land on the newest cluster scrawled on his forehead and you count seven dashes. 35 battles won. You don’t know why that fact impresses you, considering you’ve been at probably half of them at least, not to mention the other missions you’ve completed. Then again, everything Rex does impresses you.

“You ever think about what you’d do without it all, the war, the missions? When it’s all over?”

He hums, pulling you in closer, “Nah, not much use in it. I’m not meant to know anything but war.”

You swat at his chest, “Don’t say that, you know I don’t like it." There’s a blissful silence that falls around the two of you after that. Not quite enough for you to get sleepy, but enough for you to melt into his arms a little bit more, to meditate a touch and use his breathing as an anchor. After a few minutes of this, you start up again. “I know what I’d do.”

“Oh really, General? I’m all ears.”

“First, I think I’d rescue this one dashingly handsome clone captain I worked with, if he’d have me,”

“He would, always, but go on,” and he trails kisses up and down the back of your neck, wherever he can reach.

“Then I think I’d settle on a system somewhere warm, with a beach maybe.”

“Like Naboo?”

“Sure, we can go to Naboo. Then, I think I’d be a teacher.”

“Like a Jedi Master?”

“Yeah, I guess. I’d teach all the kids in our town and then I’d come home to my captain.”

“I’m sure he’d be very happy to see you.” And he is. Rex pulls your chin in for a kiss, not fueled by lust or urgency, but a slow, easy kiss that’s meant to put you at ease. “Do you mean it?” he asks, eyes searching yours for any deception.

You yawn. “When it comes to you, always.”

He grips you tighter, and sleep threatens to overtake you now. “Mesh’la,” he murmurs, running his fingers up and down the sides of your arms, sprouting chill bumps in his wake. “Put this on.” And he passes you the black fabric resting beside him.

You unfurl it and open it to reveal one of his black undershirts. “Rex,”

“I just washed it, it’s clean. It’s designed to wick sweat so it’ll keep you cool,” he nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck now, “sides, it’ll be like I’m sleeping with ‘ya.”

“Won’t that look suspicious? What if Anakin says something-”

“I can guarantee you that he won’t.”

You do as you're told, and settle into the warmth of his chest once more, surrounded by him and his scent. You must drift off in a matter of minutes, and Rex scoops you up carefully, holding you with both arms and carefully bending down to pick up your lightsaber. He walks the short distance back to camp, and meets a smirking General Skywalker at the flap of your tent. The Jedi puts his hand up before Rex can say anything, “Whatcha got there?” he smirks, opening the flap for Rex to place you at your bedroll, you still fast asleep. He ducks back out to face Anakin, who just gives him a knowing look before placing a hand on his shoulder. “Goodnight, you two.”

Rex rolls his eyes but grins at his General, before turning back to face your tent. “Goodnight cyarika.” He murmurs, the sound quick and fleeting, floating away on the warm, Felucian air.

[ghoststookournightmares]

Why did Nick's goodbye affect Boston that way?

I think it's hard or jarring to understand why Boston felt like he was coming undone listening to Nick when the most stuff they did was just f**king. The thing is even if they were doing the nasty 80% of the time, that 80% was when Boston was the happiest. And Nick did LOVE him, like love him. And I mean of course what Nick did wasn't just stalker-ish, it was what stalkers do!!! BUT, I think what happened is that neither of them is completely mentally A-OKAY... They both have their issues and Boston especially has always shunned connections, especially long-lasting ones, because he knows he'll leave and that is just burdensome, so he treats everything as use and throw, hurting so many people in the process.... And I don't know, but I'm speculating he also treats the concept of LOVE similarly, probably after watching his parents, coupled with the fact that Boston uses both himself and others with sex as a currency in exchange for something like a good time, a power play, a way of feeling good about himself, a trade-off, a way to obtain conquests, which at the END OF THE DAY makes Boston extremely lonely... He is a human and you can't avoid connections just like that... BUT NOBODY SEES/OR SAW THE HUMAN BOSTON, not the evil, villainous slutty, assholey Boston, but also the artist Boston, the humane Boston underneath..... UNTIL MR. NICHOLAS ARRIVES.

And I'm very intrigued by Nick's character too, I wish we got some backstory... But Nick as we can see is very naive, very impulsive, and introspective but strangely and foolishly thinks that he is clever... He has abandonment issues, and self-esteem issues too... But what he has that Boston never had was EMPATHY, intense EMPATHY, or clinically illegal empathy, with which he sees the world. And he in his own warped mind accepts Boston, good, bad, and ugly, and even if to Boston they were just FWB, those times he spends with Nick are enjoyable, happy, pleasurable (in a different, not exactly sexual way) unknowingly allowing Nick to burrow under his skin. And even though Nick loves Boston, most assuredly, still he does feel upset too... And we saw that when he told Mew about Gap... But the thing is Nick feels things deeply, more deeply than the others, and in a way he is softer, gentler, and more straightforward than probably anyone Boston has ever known.

And before Boston could even comprehend what had happened in his strictly FWB relationship with Nick, he was ALREADY ATTACHED TO him. He never considered that he would be the one pining for something other than sex, but he did, and that's why Nick's betrayal seemed so drastic for him. Because he genuinely was becoming fond of Nick. But Boston would never have acted on this feeling, instead choosing to bury it away IF NICK HADN'T GIVEN HIS FINAL GOODBYE MONOLOGUE TO HIM.

Nick changed the trajectory of their relationship. THE FIRST PERSON TO SAY SORRY TO BOSTON. To say that I appreciate you, I think you're not a terrible person even if you think so, and I appreciate your dreams and hope you achieve them one day and I love-you-enough-to-let -you-go.... And finally goodbye my lover, I wish you nothing but the best, shook Boston because not only was Nick brave, he was vulnerable, he owned up to his mistakes and he affirmed that yes, you made me happy and I see you, all of you and I still love you. It broke Boston to be 'loved' at all, but in this way by a man, he cheated on and broke his heart.... Also, I want to add, that a lot of people make fun of how Nick eavesdropped on other of Boston's hookups but poetically it is so ironic because in that moment Nick was actually grounding Boston away from another one of his meaningless hook-ups, stopping him from running away from his actual thoughts and processes... And what was very interesting was it was Nick apologizing and bidding him farewell, but it was Boston who couldn't meet his eyes. I would also like to add, that honesty is Boston's saving grace, something we also see in Nicholas in episode 9, like two peas in a pod.

Lastly, I think all credit goes to Mark and Neo for fleshing out such complex, selfish, almost-criminal characters with such finesse, humanity, and vulnerability with so little screentime.

[indiaalphawhiskey]

Hello India! Because I unfortunately belong to the overthinkers club, I´ve been recently thinking about that "famously sexy" quote especially after H´s extra sexy outfit yesterday. And I would like to share some of my opinions about this theme which maybe goes hand in hand with H´s sexuality.

As we can see how Louis is becoming more and more confident and open every show - his tanktops, his smile after barricade ripped tank top and how he came back half naked looking beyond happy, his interaction with fans, dancing and just feeling himself - I have no doubt that H is very the same. When I think back to that Better homes and gardens´ interview he said something like how he struggled with himself and felt that his sex life was the only thing that was truly his and he felt ashamed of that. The Harry we can see on stage these months is - as I personally see it - very open person who no longer struggle to be truly himself, being proud and comfortable of his sexuality (no matter how he identifies) and he loves his body. Of course, there´s a factor of being on stage and put up a great show but I don´t think he´ll be able to do it as he does if he won´t be confident and won´t feel it. Yes, there are all those marketing strategies how he´s sold as a sex symbol mostly for female audience and I see this very similar to how Ricky Martin has been sold during 00´s - he has very sexy videos where he´s making out with woman, his body was (and still is) very ripped and mostly half naked. Back then even my child self (I was about 10 years old) saw him as a total sex god. And now he´s openly gay, still doing very sexy photoshoots....because he´s proud and he´s feeling himself. But I see something different with Harry being more open and giving hints of his queerness - something Ricky Marting wasn´t probably able to do back then - his total sexy gay outfits (yesterday he looked like he´s literally came on stage from gay bar), his banana dick, penis jokes and gay innuendos are just a few which came to my mind now. And there´s his role for MP and those sex scenes which he was able and comfortable to shoot which also speaks volume. Writing this, his stunts with women and interaction to some het signs are just to get away with everything queer he does. And the last question to think about - for whom is he famously sexy? He´s sold as a sex symbol for female audience mostly but....but does it mean that gay men don´t see him as a sex symbol too? What if his actual target are gays and never women (but heteronormativity makes us feel like it´s primary for women) - we will never know because he will never tell and that´s probably good because he´ll loose most if he just come out. Sorry for longer message, hope it´s understandable what I´m trying to say - not everything we think he´s sold as and primary for whom might be true and his inner target can be totally different.

I think, to stay mentally healthy, Harry has very much learned to compartmentalize between his personal and professional life.

I tend to think the fandom struggles with this compartmentalization because it feels so drastically different from what he seemed to want when he was younger and how much he visibly pushed against that overly sexualized image (which he still does, btw, because enjoying being sexy and inviting sexualization will always be two different things).

But yeah, I think the fandom doesn’t know how to reconcile his personal acceptance of his status as a sex symbol with the way he used to push back so fiercely against it. But really, I think it’s just a conscious, strategic adult decision.

This is not to say I agree with forcibly closeting anyone, or using closeting/stunting as currency to win back inalienable rights and personal freedoms. I absolutely do not and I wish the world was not this way at all.

But I’m also aware that we live in this reality, where the entertainment industry will continue to commodify people because there’s nothing that stops them, which means playing into that role allows him other freedoms, because anyone with any kind of professional career understands that making yourself “worth the trouble” and irreplaceable, especially in such a finicky industry, is what’s going to allow for both creative control and longevity in your career.

At the end of the day, I think it all boils down to cost. We like to think of stunts in a vacuum - either they exist or they don’t, and everything else stays the same - but the truth is, that’s not the way it works. Rather, it’s a lot more likely that stunts are a constant part of being That Kind of celebrity, particularly because of Harry’s profile, how he shot to fame, and how he has always been marketed, and what he has managed to do is gain enough leverage and popularity to exchange participation for something/multiple things: creative freedom, personal expression, rainbow flags every night, sparkly bi music… the list goes on.

And, as easy as it is to say it’s black-and-white not worth it… do we really mean that? If we had a printed receipt that said the cost of being allowed to fly a rainbow flag every night and play a starring role in a queer film and write songs like She and Find Line and Little Freak and helping fans come out and saying “we’re all a little bit gay” was one (1) stunt every year, would we, as a fandom, be willing to make the trade? Would we be willing to go back to the way it was in the 1D days, where everything he did and said was so tightly monitored that a glimpse of anything rainbow would send us into cardiac arrest and growing his hair was the biggest act of authenticity and rebellion he could manage?

And more than that, do we even have the right to have weigh in on something we know nothing about the complexities of, and that neither affect our life/our career/our future/the way we’re allowed to move about the world as a person/artist?

[fuck-customers]

Just had a customer INSIST I had to accept their $100 bill even though our store policy is that we don't take $100s (we got too many counterfeits and had to stop taking them) because "it's legal currency" and "I don't have change" and "I didn't see that sign [on the window]" like dude if you would let me finish a sentence I would explain that I can hold your purchase here for you and you can go get change somewhere else, but you just keep talking super fast and interrupting me and I'm honestly about 65% sure you're a scammer (they even said "I don't have change, it's not mine" at one point, like ???? tf does that mean???) Dude tried to leave the $100 bill behind and claim I'd already accepted it (when I very clearly hadn't???) but when I wouldn't budge did end up taking it with them (I wouldn't give them their purchase until they paid for it in a way we actually can accept). Going to message my managers to let them know in case they complain or something, but overall a very weird and uncomfortable interaction. I'm not breaking store policy for you, fam, sorry not sorry ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

@staff I HATE the new text editor!

[luxlightly]

Here's a serious answer to a question I see thrown around a lot: "why do stories use metaphor and allegory? Why not be direct?"

And while there are many factors that can influence that, the main one is the fact that it circumvents the natural way the human mind accepts things as normal.

Humans are extremely adaptive. It doesn't take long, after even a major change, for us to fall back into a rhythm of normalcy. It makes us incredibly resilient. But it also often makes it hard to recognize issues with what we've accepted as "normal". Metaphor and allegory allow us to step back and look at certain things through the eyes of someone not already familiar with it to the point it no longer registers as odd.

For example, we accept that we work a number of hours and get paid, then spend that money on things and we understand, in the abstract, that that means we're paying for items with time taken out of our lives. But it's normal to us. It's hard to conceptualize exactly what that means.

A movie that has people in a dystopian future where they literally use minutes of their life as currency shows that same concept in a way we have not accepted as normal. It's immediately shocking and upsetting. But the metaphor exists to remind us that this is already the world we exist in, we've just accepted it and therefore no longer see it as bizarre or upsetting in the same way.

These literary devices force us to step back and look at "normal" things from an outside perspective. And that can greatly help the ability to observe and analyze these things in the real world.

Which is why I'm constantly reiterating the point that dystopian media, in particular, is NOT meant as a prediction or a warning or a "stop now or it will be this later" or in any way actually a reference to the future in any of the ways that people leave in the tags of that post I made about this before. It's a way of observing and criticizing the present. When you read metaphor as literal, you are no longer using it to look at the current world from another point of view and therefore actively missing and even contradicting the point.

[saltminerising]

/736734175634358272

TLDR; Staff shouldn't keep in mind those who breed right off the bat to try and profit because that is not what game devs do, its not because I just don't think they should. If you want to gene dragons day one use the methods you can to limit the chance of using a glitched gene and take responsibility for your choice of wanting to gene a dragon day one and not push it onto staff. Items being bought with IRL currency are not somehow magically immune to ever having bugs. There is most likely QA, staff is just being held to unrealistic expectations here.

[Actual Start of The Essay, yes I know its long I'm sorry]

It shouldn't be considered by staff because staff's main concern is getting the product out. Its not simply a "I don't think staff should consider it" its "considering a population of users that profit off a byproduct of how we release things is not what we should be doing" nor should they be expected to. Staff's priority is "try and make sure we can do what we can before the breed is launched" and "try and fix everything that is broken after launch" that is just how games run. Its just what happens and they have no reason to concern themselves with it. Its not a "fuck you" its a "this is a huge update and bugs will happen." You are reading malice or intentional neglect where we have no evidence of it.

If you don’t want to wait because you want profit that is on you. That is your choice you are making to ignore the system staff has in place to keep us informed of what things are bugged because inevitably there will be stuff bugged. You can still do it, I am not saying it’s wrong nor does there being bugs mean staff is targeting you specifically, it’s just a choice you are making and you have to accept the risks. That is something you need to accept you’re responsible for, not staff, because staff is already doing their part. If you think that’s too much risk, then I suggest finding some other way to make money, if it still sounds appealing to you, here’s some ways to avoid accidentally using bugged genes (I am more so using the 'general you', not towards any specific individual, here);

Compare new genes between each pose and see if they’re all consistent with each other. Compare old gene accent colors to new gene accent colors and be suspicious if you can't find any that match up, either are too drab, or are too bright. Always be cautious of extremely dark genes (there is a reason people where immediately asking if pharaoh / sarcophagus was an error). This isn't full proof but it helps reduce the chances getting glitched genes because again, you kinda just gotta accept the chance your dragons will change.

There being items you can buy with IRL currency does not suddenly lift the veil of potential bugs. If I buy a game or DLC or whatever and there's a few bugs in it, I don't go "Oh how is there not any basic quality control in this game?!" (I mean, unless its like really bad or they're very prevalent, there is a point obviously where you can start questioning their QA) Instead, I report it. No matter how many times you say, "These are premium items, there shouldn't be any bugs!" that does not stop unintended results from happening because they are unintended, unplanned for, that slip through the cracks results. This happens no matter how much QA you have because big updates are like that (and even small ones have some wiggle through!). Yeah, they shouldn't be there, and yeah, you can be a bit annoyed, but they're going to be there. These bugs do not warrant a "there's no basic QA in this game!" to me.

Also "paywalled"? Okay trying not to be too dismissive here but....really? Skins are no more paywalled then genes and that's to say they aren't. Sure some can be pretty expensive (which is their right to be) but not all of them will be (the average / go to price is 850g...that is not much in the grand scheme of things). Flight Rising is known for being very free to play friendly (even if you can't coli, yeah, they're not as efficient but that's comparing them to The ColiTM) and tons of people make skins for new breeds.

Staff is being quick to fix new errors (as shown by the large amount of fixes on the Auraboa report thread), I think they don’t want their dragons being released with bugs as much as we do.

[desultory-novice]

You said the Mechalor/Crowned Marx AU wouldn't have much impact, but could you not extend the format to some other villains? Taranza hunting down Star Dream to try bring Sectonia to her senses, only to make things worse. Susie, trapped and contorted by the Dimension Mirror, now just trying to find her father after her accident.

This is the first ask Mechalor Anon sent me, btw!

I'm half putting this up for interested readers, because it was a fun read, but also for Anon themselves, as I included some fresh commentary on their ideas as well!!

...

>Not much impact

You know, I sometimes forget how popular my little AU ideas can get! (Hmm. Can I claim the title "CEO of Kirby AUs?" Is that one taken?)

ATM these asks ended up leading to the formation of the Permadeath Swap, which I'm working on the second half right now, but there's a lot good here too I don't want to leave on the table!

>Taranza + Star Dream

Ohoho... the fact that Taranza might seek out a DIFFERENT cursed Ancient Artifact to try to undo what the previous cursed Ancient Artifact he got did is so broken in a very delightful way! (And I hate to say it, but it feels very in character for Taranza ^^; )

And that Susie story...feels very much like what may have happened to Parallel Susie! Although, given how she no longer has the hair accessory her father gave her, I think it didn't end so well...

>Permanent changes for Taranza...

Is it sad the first thing that came to mind is "Sectonia actually does real permanent damage to him?" Like...physical abuse? Maybe, since she's losing her mind due to Star Dream eating up her memories and the last traces of "Joronia", she sees Taranza and tries to erm, force HIM to evolve to become more "like her." Doing things like destroying four of his hands, breaking his mandible/horns and blinding him in all but two of his eyes. Like, at this point, she can't even recognize / remember what caused the changes in herself so she just thinks that by breaking him she's helping him to "evolve." Of course, he never seems to "get there" so she just keeps going...

Oooh, god, wouldn't that would be awful...? The other awful thing of course is that by this point, Taranza might just accept all the horrible things she's doing to him with a smile because he wants them to be the same too (inside, he knows this is wrong, but he can't speak up about it because it means accepting how BAD things have gotten.)

Keep smiling, Taranza. Joronia used to say your smile was beautiful. If you stop smiling...what body part will she take next?

-

PS: I actually forgot while writing this that she wouldn’t be her BEE self because it would just be the star and not the mirror (so much for god reading comprehension…) but uh… just go with it. >.<

(Btw, I’m reminded just how dark this AU can get. I don’t know what it is about the BossSwap that brings out the worst in me….!)

>Max's Eternal Search

Something I really like about the thing with Max is that when Star Dream began messing with him, became obsessed with money - to the point that it was the only thing he thought about. Everything he has is expensive. Everything in framed in terms of how much ludicrous amounts of money it costs in his own fictional currency. ("Company store" indeed.) Everything is covered in gold + gemstones. Greed incarnate. But...

...This Max would probably become obsessed with looking through the mirror instead. If he stops looking for even a moment, he might miss catching a rare trace of Susanna. And so he uses his technology to expand the mirror's reach and makes sure EVERYTHING he owns is absolutely covered in mirrors/mirror-dimension feeds. (Take THAT, Versailles!) You can't see his eyes, as they're always covered in visors projecting the mirror. He doesn't even LOOK at you when he's talking down to you because he is still looking for Susanna...

>Daroach + Hyness Swap

"None of these are great?"

WHAT?! I love this idea?! A Daroach + Hyness swap?! This is going on the to-draw list for sure! And by draw, I mean I now need to see the Mage Sisters dressed up as a pack of 1920s-esque lady thieves! The Jamba cult in a wacky heist story is too good.

No, really, this one is galaxy-brained! Multiverse-brained, even!

Plus, Squidward I mean Hyness and Dark Nebula just...they'd be so cute together?! (...Don't look at me that way... >.> ) Also, Dark Hyness would probably look like some kind of skrunkly cthuhlu (Nebula's arms sticking out from under his hood/veil) and that's just great?!

Fun fact: It is not a Squeak who steals Kirby's cake but WADDLE DEE (the traitor!!) And yet, I can totally see Flamberge in the role of starting things off this time. 

Zan: "Is everyone ready?" 

Berge: "Hold on, I gotta finish this."

"...Berge? Where did you get that?" 

"Huh? I grabbed it along the way. Figured you'd start complaining if I made us stop to eat in the middle of the mission! Smart, huh?" 

"Are you telling me...you found a slice of cake...just lying on the side of the road?" 

"No way! That'd be silly, Zan!" 

"I'm trying to ask, who did you take it FROM?" 

"Dunno. Didn't ask their name! Haha!"

"...BERGE...!"

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My weak attempts at writing the sisters aside, you're right about Daroach and the Squeaks being quite easy to fit into this plot. After all, Daroach already expressed interest in the Jamba Heart! Given it's probably close to the galaxy's "largest jewel" in size, he might already have his heart set on stealing it! Perhaps he finds it but it has lost its glow. (The Heart Spears are still restraining Void Termina, after all.)

He uses what little magic he has to try and restore the gem's sheen, but just as it does, the Jamba Heart splinters and cracks. So he sends Spinni, Storo, and Doc out to gather the missing pieces, breaking up the cohesion of the close-as-family group as he stays behind to make sure... it's, you know, that it's safe... All the while, the Heart takes up more and more of Daroach's thoughts...

Also seeing the Squeaks all dressed in black... Yeah, I like this swap...!

>Various Elfilis Swaps

I think the funniest thing about swapping the two geminis and Zero/Zero 2 is that you would either have Gooey playing the role of your "Elfilin" figure... or Dark Matter Blade!!

And something about the perpetually friendless, socially awkward Blade attempting to assist or (...god...) give commentary on what's going on is just very fun to imagine.

Let's ignore the fact that Dark Matter would almost certainly play the role of brainwashed Dedede in that situation and just go with it!

Lastly, while I really, really, really like the Daroach + Hyness swap (it's probably my favorite just because I'm still having the time of my life imagining the super serious Hyness and the Sisters in the madcap "Wacky Races" plotline that is Squeak Squad) but I like this possibility too! Especially if you have it so it's an unexpected consequence of the botched summoning. (Although it WAS secretly effective! This is just what happens when you touch the mind of a dimensional rift opening psychic from across time!)

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for sabotaging my friend's gaming account?

I, Yuki (18F), play a game that has an optional coop mode with my friends. I'll start out with who is involved in this. My friends are AJ (18TF [Trans female for those who can't tell]), Andy (18M), Mary (17F, she is also my cousin), and Nina (16F).

Another context is that this is a gacha game.

AJ has a thing where she doesn't like it when we have similar characters on our accounts. At least during the character's first run. She is fine with us getting them on their rerun but not during the first run. We had all promised that we wouldn't pull on characters she claimed if she didn't pull on characters we claimed. AJ agreed.

Now here is where I may be the asshole. Since the characters have a trail quest where we can try them out, I did the trails and discovered that I actually really liked one of the characters AJ claimed. Since I had saved a lot of the in-game currency, I used them to pull on the banner but did not tell the others. I was only caught because two months later when the character did not have a rerun I had joined coop with my friends as said character accidentally.

AJ was livid and spouted on and on about how I broke my promise. Mary and Nina agreed with her and said that this meant the character I had claimed that was coming soon would be AJ's only. I said no and that I would still pull for them. AJ called me a jerk but Andy defended me saying "it is just a game. Yuki is not wrong to do this. Plus, AJ always claims the most characters and usually doesn't get them the first time around. Sometimes we have to wait up to a year before the rerun happens and it isn't fair. Let's just stop claiming characters and let everyone pull freely on everything." I agreed with what he said, but AJ did not like the idea. We all moved past the conversation after Mary and Nina begrudgingly said that claims were no longer valid (Andy spoke to them in dms over it).

Fast forward to a few weeks later. I had let Mary play on my account for a little because I needed to do somethings. I returned a few hours later and found out that all the 5 star equipment I had was gone. All the good weapons? Also gone. I asked Mary what had happened, and she said that she let AJ log in to it. When I confronted AJ, she smugly said that she went in and used all my good equipment to enhance the 1 star equipment she grabbed for me in chests. I yelled at her for doing that and said that she had no right to do that. AJ then said "well you shouldn't have pulled for the character I claimed and broken your promise. You deserve this." Andy helped me get everything back without inviting everyone else. But that took over 9 months to do. I decided to plot my revenge during that time. I told the group I forgave AJ eventhough I hadn't/

another fast forward. Nina had been given access to AJ's account to help her do some quests. I asked Nina if she wanted to rest and offered to do the quests. She accepted. When I got into the account, I went through all of AJ's characters and unequipped their 5 star weapons + equipment. Then I used it all to enhance 1 star equipment. I also decided to spend $100 on the game to get the gacha currency and then called my bank to get a refund, setting AJ's account in the negatives. Knowing AJ, she would refuse to put $100 into the game to fix it since the money she has saved is for her transition. Nina must have realized what I was doing because I got booted out of the account and AJ had angrily messaged me about it. I said "you reap what you sow."

Mary and Nina are all calling me an asshole for doing that. They ended up contributing to help AJ save her account due to the negative funds. Even Andy says I went too far. But I feel like I am justified.

AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[pfffsfic]

Post-Fall Falls False Starts- Chapter 8: [SHORT] The Ring

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She gleefully brought the chair down on the back of the bear boy's neck with a sickening crack. His knees buckled and he collapsed onto the ground in a heap.

"It's looking like he's down for the count," called the announcer, drowning out the voice of newly-christened referee Mike, who was slamming his hand into his palm and calling out each number from one to ten in a cadence more befitting of a news report. "That's victory, folks! Yet another victory for- ahem- Sarah "The Incinerator" G. Lato! As stipulated, she will receive twenty dollars in the currency of the Before-Times! Thank you for watching Mall Brawl. The bloodbath will return after a word from our sponsors."

Sarah dropped her chair and left the stage to make way for the 'sponsors'- a revolutionary group that, despite being formed only the previous day, already had plans to dominate Elmore- and was greeted warmly by the waiting throng that surrounded the ring, a veritable sea of punk headgear and alternative fashion. The cultural zeitgeist had changed so quickly! Sarah had taken to wearing an eye patch for the grittiness factor, along with one of those bracelets with the spikes and a flame-patterned leather jacket. That was where the inspiration for he nickname had come from. Maybe she would have to actually incinerate somebody one of these days to really seal the deal. Now, though, she left the mall and claimed her prize from one of the burly guards near the commentators' nest.

Why, even with the new anything-goes currency system, had Sarah not changed her preferred prize to something cooler? That was simple: one of the only businesses in town that accepted paper money at reasonable rates (provided she haggled) was also her new one-stop shop for food, entertainment, and amenities. It was very apocalypse-esque to do your shopping out of the back of a van! The sketchier, the better! She had been taking on tougher opponents over the past few days and had discovered the untold moneymaking potential of her internal rage. Stress relief, catharsis, and income, all in one easy pastime. The only problem was that fighting made her hungry, and now she planned to put the earnings from the fight into a vault at home and use the previous day's earnings to go all-out on something to eat.

Ten minutes later, she approached the window of the van in question.

"Goood morning! Or afternoon! Or night. Time's messed up now, am I right?" she chortled and the shopkeeper let out a tiny sigh.

"What may my mystical shop of wonders sell you today?"

"You have any new food in stock?"

"As a matter of fact, we do. We restocked only two days ago... no, three. No- I'm not entirely sure. Either way, we have a good amount of food left."

"Can I get, uh... a burger, some fries, and a drink?"

"How specific. You're in luck, however, we actually do have all of those in stock."

"Cool! How much?"

"85 bucks."

"85 bucks?" She raised an eyebrow. "Okay, okay. What do you say I give you 25 bucks and this infinite-dollar bill I handcrafted?"

The bill in question looked surprisingly authentic, except that the president on it had anime eyes.

"Deal," said the shopkeeper, accepting both the real money and the fake money. He fumbled around in the back of the van for a short moment and produced a burger, fries, and a can of Pitt Cola. Sarah dug into the food almost immediately, but opened her mouth mid-bite and stared with an odd near-reverence at the beverage can.

"Where'd you get this?" she asked.

"Erm, I stole it from a restaurant."

"A restaurant here?"

"Well, I-" the shopkeeper's eyes darted nervously from side to side. Suddenly, Sarah reached up and seized him by his shadowy collar.

"C'mon," she said in a sharp whisper, "How much would I have to pay you to take me to the place where you got this cola?"

"T-twenty dollars," he said. When his behind met the seat again, he sighed in relief.

Sarah only smiled disarmingly and reached for the money she had just won.

[themurphyzone]

I just had this really stupid scenario for a PatB spoof of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone where Brain goes after the titular stone so he can devalue the wizarding world's currency by creating lots of gold, inflate the price of gold to ridiculous levels, and bring the entire economy to a standstill so he can take over the wizarding world.

Because he and Pinky are mice kept for Transfiguration practice and Brain is tired of being turned into an actual teapot (and if Pinky sings I'm a Little Teapot one more time he's gonna feed him to the giant squid). Seriously, the wizards are not kind to animals here.

But in order to accomplish this, he and Pinky must become professors at Hogwarts. Brain is the professor and Pinky is the teacher's aide here, and their excuse for being talking mice is that they had an accident with magic. Everyone just accepts this.

The mice's curriculum isn't really spectacular compared to the other professors. While Brain tries to have lesson plans, Pinky tends to derail them into other fun fun silly willy topics, but between the pair of them, the class is surprisingly engaging and the students never know what they'll learn next. The subjects tend to be a hodgepodge of what you'll find in a normal school. Brain actually finds it appalling that the kids are 11 years old and they don't know basic history or science. The mice even perform Brainstem for the students when teaching anatomy.

Other things:

Pinky hates Scabbers with a passion. Brain is under the impression that it's because Scabbers is a rat, but Pinky thinks there's something up with him.

Brain doesn't allow cats and owls in his classroom for obvious reasons.

Brain gets very into Quidditch and is into calculations and fantasy teams and all that. Pinky doesn't understand the sport at all but he enjoys the excitement.

Pinky loves Divination. Brain thinks it's a load of crap.

Brain doesn't give House Points to any of the four houses. But he will dish out points for Pinky. And he does it A LOT. At the end of the year, it's revealed that Brain has given Pinky so many points that he edges out Gryffindor for the win, much to everyone's shock. Dumbledore is like 'um, ten points for Gryffindor for...being in matching uniforms!' and the professors tell him to stop showing favoritism, because it's already too late.

Pinky wins the House Cup, treats it like he's won an Oscar, and all the angry students chase them out of Hogwarts because they've been cheated out of the House Cup and Dumbledore is like 'see, I told you those two would promote interhouse unity! You owe me a hundred lemon drops, Minerva!'

[rainagaintomorrow]

Guess who's back ✌🏾✌🏾

This one is actually for all fandoms but I will talk specifically about how people in this fandom are trying to police the fandom space and Erik and y'all. ACAB. Don't act like one. Your entitled white privilege is showing and it's not a good look, boo, it's actually embarrassing.

The point of fandom is the freedom. That you can create or not and just exist and play in the sandbox! You can play with everyone, or just your friends, or by yourself. It's literally an open space for everyone. So by policing the fandom space because it doesn't fit you (your opinions and your specific interests) not only are you showing us all that you're immature, but you're entitled and you're honestly ruining the place for everyone. Yeah. You're ruining the sandbox like you peed in it or scooped all the sand out but your own.

It's fine you don't like dark content. You can find it morally reprehensible because you have no ability to mentalize or understand coping, that's fine. Block, blacklist tags, and move on. It's okay if you don't like a specific opinion in the fandom. Block, blacklist tags, and move on. If you don't like certain kinks or tags, that's fine. Block. Blacklist tags. Move. On.

Why does everyone else need to do what you want? Why are you the authority like boo who even are you? I literally am an adult I can do whatever I want that does not hurt anyone, and in an effort not to hurt anyone I will use my tags and make it clear what I'm doing. So if x tag is not for you, you can read the label and move on. If you're lactose intolerant and you see something contains dairy, do you still buy it and eat it? Do you then complain that there should be no dairy products because you can't have any? Or if you don't like olives but get food with olives and complain it had olives. Like that's how y'all sound. The whole point of dd:dne and dark content is it's labeled and if you open it and don't like it THAT is on you.

Your personal dislike of something and/or you being triggered by something means that it is your responsibility to manage your exposure to it. Whether you need to keep scrolling or you need to blacklist tags or you need to block someone, that is your responsibility. You are responsible for your actions and managing your emotion, physical, and psychological responses to thinks. If something cause such a strong reaction in you, it is your responsibility to take precautions to avoid exposure. Not mine. Take responsibility for yourself and stop trying to control everyone else. Your entitlement is not a valid currency here and I have not, am not, and will not be willing to accept it.

Stop. Read it again.

Your personal dislike of something and/or you being triggered by something means that it is your responsibility to manage your exposure to it. Whether you need to keep scrolling or you need to blacklist tags or you need to block someone, that is your responsibility. You are responsible for your actions and managing your emotion, physical, and psychological responses to thinks.

If something cause such a strong reaction in you, it is your responsibility to take precautions to avoid exposure. Not mine. Take responsibility for yourself and stop trying to control everyone else. Your entitlement is not a valid currency here and I have not, am not, and will not be willing to accept it.

This argument feels similar to me to the argument that somehow, fandom is for children/teenagers and people who are 20+ being in fandom is cringe or weird (because they're adults shouldn't they have adult interests and why are they around kids?) I think it's a similar argument because you're saying "this space should be catered to me, and if you aren't like me then this space isn't what I want and I will try to force you to leave" and like. Y'all. Either make your own media made just for you, make your own little fandom website for you and people you choose, or grow up and realize that you aren't The Most Important Person here. You aren't. People don't care, and if they do they're probably pissed off. I understand it must be terrible feeling like you are entitled to anything and everything including all of the attention but that's just no true. No one owes you anything. Ever.

The entitlement and the implication of whiteness and coercion that comes along with it is not surprising. But I'm also not willing to tolerate policing the fandom space when you can have the hardware and software available at your fingertips to blacklist tags, block people, and read. Just fucking READ. Have it read to you if you must! It's like going to a party and complaining to everyone that you don't like the DJ all night when you could just leave and go somewhere else to find music you like. This space wasn't built by you for you, so go find something that vibes with you or make your own and leave everyone else the fuck alone.

Honestly I think when people act like this and decide they get to determine what is and isn't acceptable in a free space we should just be like "what are you, like, 12? Go do your homework. Go on, get." because act like a child get treated like one. When people act childish and get main character syndrome because they don't feel special anywhere else in their life so they try to dominate and coerce other people into doing their bidding, you're acting like a child, and worse, like an white man.

Honestly. Just a white person. Because white people across class, ability, gender expression, sexuality, queerness etc. tend to become very regressed and childish when it comes to entitlement and will often beat other intersections of marginalization down to get their rights and leave the rest for dead. This is just history.

I get you don't feel special but think you should be. Seek help, that's literally not my fucking problem. This space was not made for you and if you want one, go make your own media or a website just for you and your lil friends.

Read the tags, use blacklisting, block people, and most of all MIND YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS.