#I was not on the internet when I was growing up

[tobeabatman]

Harward’s implicit bias researchers noticed that while all other forms of discrimination were improving in the 2010’s, bias against fat people was the only form of discrimination in their research that was actively getting worse.

We haven’t improved since 2000’s, we’ve constantly been recessing.

The reason we think we’ve improved is because of body positivity, but body positivity is mainly about thin bodies and thin experiences, and even if body positivity is about fat people, it’s often not fat positive. The messages are more like ”Fat people are allowed to love themselves if they’re actively trying to lose weight” and body positive people often call discrimination against fat people bullying, and ignore fatphobia as a social justice issue.

We’ve rebranded being fat into ”being chubby”.

I’ve seen a body-positive influencer cry on social media because she was called fat, and she prefers the word plus-size.

I see thin people say ”you’re not fat, you’re beautiful” or just ”you’re beautiful” everytime on posts where fat people talk about the discrimination they face as fat people. Which might sound nice, but they’re still ignoring the whole message the fat person in the video was talking about. Imagine a post on queer rights or misogyny and all but one or two of the comments just being ”you’re so beautiful”.

I’ve seen thin people comment ”what about thin people” on posts about fat people! I wish I was kidding!

I see clothing brands sizing down. I walked into an H&M and another clothing store last week just looking around, and I couldn’t see any XL or L sized clothing at the front of the H&M store. And I couldn’t find any L or XL sized clothing in another prominent clothing store I walked into. Everything was XS and S and maybe M.

The fact that Disney threw one fat side character into their Cinderella remake doesn’t mean we are improving. I grew up with not a single person like me in fiction and I still can’t find people like me in books.

We often talk about how the internet makes teenagers feel bad about their bodies because they see people with perfect lifes and bodies, but when are we going to talk about the fact that the internet is brimming with hate against fat people? Every fat influencer and social media poster has gotten hate messages and comments at some point. Children are growing up in a world where we openly harrass fat people online!

This year was the first time ever that I’ve seen television ads that are anti-fat.

This is the world children are now growing up in.

"ohh 00s diet culture isn't back because of ozempic, you're overreacting"

idk i keep seeing previously size-inclusive brands remove plus-sized versions of their clothes from their catalogues entirely, even lines specifically aimed at bigger sizes are cutting their size range down and chopping the bigger ones. i keep seeing mean skinny tiktokers get famous because they said something rude about fat people. when i ask my doctor about weight loss (which my country's gender treatment clinic requires before i can access even preliminary talks about hrt), i'm immediately offered drugs about it - drugs which, according to the doctor, we don't know the long-term effects of. but surely! surely it can't be worse than being fat!

like why are people acting surprised? we've made being extremely wealthy the aspirational aesthetic to strive for, made 'being skinny and having a lot of time and money to stay beautiful' a not only viable but lucrative carreer for people, and then released a drug that is wildly expensive and will make people thin.

of course people are gonna make being thin the ultimate status symbol again - it more than ever before signals wealth and leisure-time.

like, do you think it's a coincidence that people are back to constantly spouting 'nothing tastes as good as skinny feels' again? and pretending being fat is a matter of lacking self-control around cake or whatever? as if people haven't spent decades trying to get these fucks to understand that actually healthy produce and the time to maintain your body are extreme luxuries in our society?

anyway my broke fat ass can't find pants i like and can afford because the size-inclusive lines i'd have shopped at previously have axed anything over a size xl

and like. i'm not even that fat. what the fuck do people bigger than me do. it's really heinous right now for fat peeps.

[joyswonderland1108]

Jungkook is now apparently personally responsible for every American political controversy even though he lives in South Korea and wore a cap with the word "Tokyo" on it. The world ends at 8PM. Clutch your pearls accordingly.

You know what? I’m done. I am SO done with the brain-dead Olympic-level mental gymnastics people pull just to hate Jungkook. Man wore a hat and suddenly the entire internet turned into the Political Ethics Department of the World Police. Are y’all hearing yourselves?? Because it sounds like stupid is a global epidemic and we’re long past patient zero.

MAGA?? REALLY? A South Korean man who literally lives across the ocean, barely speaks English on the regular, has zero involvement in US politics, and was minding his business rehearsing — and your reaction is: “OMG HE’S PROMOTING TRUMP!” HOW. HOW DID YOU GET THERE. CONNECT THE DOTS FOR ME BECAUSE I’M SEEING A LINEAR PATH THAT GOES:

Cap says Tokyo → Jungkook likes Japan → he wore it → end of story. But y’all went: Cap says Tokyo → MAGA → Trump → white supremacy → racism → international scandal → cancel him.

I have never seen people so DESPERATE to twist an innocent moment into some warped political sin. Like y’all must really hate peace, huh? You saw BTS coming back and your K-pop faves getting overshadowed just by JK existing and said, “You know what, let me have a mental breakdown over a HAT.”

Get this through your thick-ass skulls: “MTGA” ≠ MAGA. Tokyo = a city in Japan. MAGA = a US political slogan.

They are not the same. They don’t mean the same. And they don’t have the same context unless you live in a cave where every sentence with “make” in it triggers a political panic attack.

Y’all mad at a man wearing a cap with the name of a city in a country he loves on it. Jungkook showed it more than once that he cherishes Japan, spent time there, sung in Japanese, and clearly values the culture. But you think he looked at a cap with Tokyo on it and said, “Yes, this is my political campaign now”? Be fucking serious.

Also, since when is it mandatory for South Korean idols to be fully briefed on the history of US political slogans?? He lives 10,007 km away, he’s not running for office, he’s not a political analyst, and he sure as hell doesn’t wake up wondering, “Gee, I wonder what phrase pisses off Americans today so I can avoid it!”

You think every idol should walk around wearing only shirts that say “I love Seoul” or “Korea Best!” now?? So when someone wears “I love NY” or “Bonjour Paris” y’all are fine, but the second it’s Jungkook and the word Tokyo, it’s an act of international treason? Hypocrisy jumped OUT and slapped y’all across the face.

And let’s be real: the loudest people screeching about this aren’t even genuinely upset. You’re not offended. You’re just PATHETICALLY threatened by Jungkook breathing the same air as your faves. You saw a chance to throw shit at him and took it, hoping it would stick. But guess what? You played yourself. Again. JK isn’t the problem. You are. You and your twisted little projections, your fake moral outrage, and your flaccid cancel campaigns built on absolutely nothing but bitterness and boredom.

And to those K-netz and their little spawn of international Kpopies with a keyboard and zero brain-to-mouth filter: may the worst karma hit you with all its might. You deserve NOTHING good. Nothing. You live to tear down people who are literally doing nothing but living their lives peacefully. Jungkook could wear a plain beige hoodie tomorrow and you’d find a way to say he’s supporting desert colonialism.

Grow up. Touch grass. Seek help. And while you're at it, shut the entire fuck up.

You don’t deserve Jungkook’s talent, humility, work ethic, or the pure joy he brings to millions of people. You're too busy wallowing in your own delusions to even see him as a human being anymore. So sit the fuck down and let people enjoy things.

[starryeyed-apple]

my handsome, handsome cowboy

★pairing: caleb x fem!reader (1 use of "cowgirl") ★wc: 1.6k ★content: fluff & humor, childhood memories, cowboy era, rdr2 mention, general cuteness, caleb's present day birthday at the end that gets a bit suggestive. ★a/n: this one is SILLY! easily the most unserious thing I've ever written lol but it was fun. even though I'm more nervous about sharing this than smut HELP ! but HAPPY BIRTHDAY CALEBBBB!!!! also this one is dedicated to my wife @frostbitten-cherry forever in our red dead era. ILY WIFE!! based off this hc

It started with the movies.

And it was so many movies. Whichever Westerns you could get your hands on through streaming were easily binged, and older films in DVD cases were precariously stacked in the living room.

"How many times have we watched this one, again?" Caleb sighs as he settles besides you on the couch with the bowl of popcorn he'd made, fresh out of the microwave and right into your greedy hands.

(It was your favorite of the movies, and it was thirteen times just this month.)

"Shh," is all you say, smacking at his shoulder as your eyes fixate on the opening credits.

"Do you need to hear it?" he continues to tease, just so you would shoot him a glare, the only time you'll look at him all night before getting absorbed into the movie. He could be just a little bit selfish for once, just to get that scrap of attention. "You can recite the whole script in your sleep at this point."

"Shhh!" you hush him again, throwing a few pieces of popcorn right at his face, rolling your eyes when he opens his mouth too late to try and catch them.

He just grins at you, throwing a couple pieces up into the air to catch them in his mouth for real this time, but you're already zoning into the movie once it starts up.

The Western film buff phase quickly derailed into a new obsession with all things cowboy, and you wanted something more. You wanted to be a cowboy.

So Caleb found the next best thing.

It was a video game, critically acclaimed and a few decades old. He had to snag an old console off the archives of the internet just so you could even play it.

And, god, you loved it. You were glued to that game at any free chance you could get to play it, with Caleb at your side, watching along with your wild west journey. He got as invested as you, even with your giggly crush on the main cowboy.

It would be stupid to say he was jealous (he was. he was very jealous).

One of your absolute favorite things to do in the game was to take care of the dirty (not so dirty, really, considering how much you bathed him. it was a lot. he was not jealous) outlaw. You took a lot of time and careful consideration to make him outfits, making sure to get his hair cut and beard trimmed just the way you liked it.

It made a 15 year old Caleb start running his hand over his chin in the mirror each morning, glaring at the tiny bits of stubble that stubbornly refused to grow.

He was fine. Totally normal.

But Caleb truly found joy in just how much joy you felt while experiencing the game.

And your other favorite thing to do in it? Well…

The living room is silent as you stare at all the winnings you had lost in the fictional poker game, and he could practically see the steam coming out of your ears.

"Pipsqueak…" Caleb says slowly, eyes nervously darting between your glare and the screen it was leveled at, right at the moment your beloved pixelated outlaw pulled out the double revolvers.

"Anyways, I started blastin'—"

"Pips, no!"

"It'll be fine, Caleb," you groan as you drop the dynamite inside the saloon before running out, Caleb's hands tearing through his hair.

"But our honor!" he cries, the dreadful ring of the decreasing honor sound effect playing again and again as you ride through the town on your trusty pixel steed, cackling your little heart out.

God have mercy on any poor souls in any lifetime you really were a cowboy in.

And when playing cowboy video games wasn't enough, Caleb did something even better.

It took a whole summer's worth of work to be able to afford, but the happiness in your eyes when you unwrapped the prop gun from the set of that old favorite movie made it all worth it in an instant.

Caleb's own toy cowboy guns were from a garage sale down the street, lackluster in comparison to your shiny prized possession, but he was a worthy adversary all the same during your living room showdowns.

"Put 'em up, pips," Caleb drawls in an exaggerated accent, fingers dancing above the toy guns strapped to his hips, and you giggle, even as your eyes playfully narrow to match his own pretend glare.

They were deadly battles, truly. You'd both end up with minor bumps and bruises and the biggest smiles on your faces.

He'd place little horseshoe decorated band-aids over every bruise, even when you complained, but those complaints always died down when he'd press a little peck of his lips over the band-aid each time.

"Gotta keep my most dangerous outlaw in tip-top shape, hm?" He'd grin, ruffling your hair, and his heart sang when you smiled up at him like he made the whole world turn just for you.

God, he missed those days.

"Oh, I remember this year!" you say as you point at the picture.

Caleb pauses in flipping through the album, a smile growing across his face at the photo of you both in those old, matching cowboy hats you'd always wear when watching those Western films.

"That was your 16th birthday, right?"

"Yup," Caleb pops the p, smiling as your face melts into a happy look of nostalgia. "Did it just for you."

"You didn't have to do that," you huff, looking up at him through your lashes, and he just about melts on the spot. "It was your birthday."

"Yeah, but I wanted to," he counters, tucking your hair behind your ear when he would've once just ruffled it to mess it up more. "Whatever makes you happy makes me happy."

You pout. "I want you to be happy for you, Caleb."

You lean forward, head tilted to the side as you smile at him, and his breath catches.

"Your birthday is going to be all about you," you whisper, eyes lingering on his lips before darting back up. "Whatever you...want."

His heart thuds in his chest when your voice drops low at want, and he clears his throat, quickly looking back down at the photos.

Truth be told, he missed that damn hat as much as he missed those simpler times with you. Even though you were both moving into something...more, now (and fuck, he was more than ready for that), there was happiness in remembering how you'd gotten here.

And...well, if you looked at him with those same infatuated eyes you used to look at that goddamn pixel cowboy with...

"Well, I—" he stutters, losing his words a few times before he finds them again. He mumbles, half-hoping you don't hear his confession, "I did like that hat, actually."

You smirk at his hushed admission, admiring the little flush to the apples of his cheeks and tips of his ears.

"Hmm," you hum, and he already knows just from the tone that he's in for it now.

"Ta-daaa!"

Caleb blinks, pushing the brim of the dark brown, fake leather hat up from his eyes so he can see your giddy grin, greedily drinking in your happiness at yet another surprise you'd prepared for his birthday.

"What's this for?" he laughs gently, tilting the brim back more with his forefinger as you settle into his lap.

He thought the hat had gotten destroyed in the explosion, but maybe you'd found a replica. It would've taken some time to find such a perfect look-alike, like how he had spent hours and days combing the web for every model airplane he'd lost from his childhood.

And this was a piece of your shared childhood, reclaimed. You did it just because he wanted it, no questions asked, and damn if that didn't make him just a little bit emotional.

"You're a cowboy!" you giggle, arms wrapped around his neck, nose nuzzling against his, and Caleb thinks if he died right now and went to heaven it would be nothing compared to this. "My handsome, handsome cowboy. The prettiest outlaw this town has ever seen."

"Hmm," Caleb hums, nose brushing along your cheek, pressing quick smooches to your cheek and down your neck. He can't help but mutter a little bitterly, that sly possessive streak he'd admitted to acting up again, "More handsome than Arthur Morgan?"

You pat him on the back, leaning away to adjust the brim of the hat until it covers his eyes.

"Don't push your luck, mister," you tease, and he huffs, then laughs, pulling you down into more kisses.

He leans back into the couch cushions, swapping the hat from his head onto yours in one effortless motion, an easy smile dancing lazily across his lips. Your eyes slowly widen, thighs tensing in his lap.

"Remember what that means?" Caleb asks slyly, the arch of his eyebrows turning into wiggles when you smack his chest playfully.

"Caleb!" you whine, pouting at his rumble of happy laughter with how easily the subtle insinuation had flustered you.

That pout turned into a knowing smile, one that made you bite your lip and god, want looked so damn pretty on you.

Your head tilts, a knowing look in your eyes, eagerness tangible in how pliant you are under the grip of his hands on your waist.

And the way you lean into him? The way you look to him with a desperation for more? For him?

Fucking breathtaking.

It sent a thrill through him, that you wanted what he did just as badly.

"Well, cowgirl?" he hums, leaning up to kiss at the crook of your neck again, biting gently and sucking until your keen whimper makes him smirk into your skin. His voice is quieter, husky when he asks you, "You gonna ride, or what?"

[goatlilly]

Addressing Problems vs. Name Calling

There are a lot of people on the internet trying to persuade other people to listen to their opinions by calling other people names—racist, transfobic, homofobic, sexist, to name a few—but is doing this really helping anyone? To be fair, a lot of these people being called those names are, in fact, racist/transfobic/homofobic/sexist/etc., but is calling them that really going to help them change their world view? The expected result might be that the person will crumble once they realize that they’re a nasty racist/transfob/homofob/sexist/etc., but usually when attacked with hostile language they’re more likely to get defensive, dig their heels in, and start arguing about the labels while the important parts of what was said go ignored. Even in the “best case scenario” where they do listen, hate-labels tend to have the effect of shutting down any potential discussion of the topic in the future. Often a person won’t say what they once thought for fear of being called nasty names. They might even spend nights crying in their room because someone told them they’re a bad person, instead of feeling empowered to be better. Labels stick to people, even after they’ve expired, and it’s hard for a person not to feel defined or boxed in by what others say about them.

This isn't definite, of course—some people really do step up in the face of being called out for their bigotry, and those people are certainly worthy of respect--but isn’t there a better way to address problems than resorting to juvenile name calling and click-bait buzz words? Back when I was in English class in Highschool learning how to write argumentative essays, my teacher made a point of telling us to avoid using pronouns such as I or You as much as possible. Why? Because the minute the word “I” is used, it makes an argument just the author’s opinion rather than fact, making it impersonal and unimportant. When “you” is used in an argument, it makes it personal to the person on the other end of the essay. Suddenly it’s no longer an intellectual experiment—now it’s about “you”, and when everything is about “you”, whatever argument the author is presenting becomes a much bigger pill to swallow.

Instead of making an argument for why someone is racist, what if we simply wrote an argument about why people of all races should be treated with respect? What if instead of stating that people are transfobic, we helped people understand why people transition and what sort of struggles they face? What if instead of calling someone homofobic, we told them why same-sex marriages and partnerships are important? What if instead of calling someone sexist, we talked about the strengths of women and their irreplaceable contributions to the world? What if we started lifting instead of tearing down, and instead of laughing at the people in the figurative ditch we got down there and helped them climb out?

I know a lot of people who weren’t homofobic/racist/sexist/transfobic growing up—they just had questions. They asked those questions, with genuine curiosity, and then were told that because they had those questions they were bad people. Almost no one bothered to answer them, or explain to them why their views were incomplete. Instead they shot them down, told them not to have questions, and pretty soon those people I knew started becoming all those things everyone told them they were. It’s normal to have questions, and it’s good to look for answers. Not one person on this earth knows all the answers. None of us are perfect—we’re all just trying to make sense of what’s in front of us. Don’t be the person who stands on a mountain scaled by asking questions only to throw rocks down at others who are trying to make the same climb. Just because they aren’t at the summit yet doesn’t mean they aren’t trying. It’s impossible to know what a person is going through at any given time, or why they think the way they do. Especially when there’s a barrier of a screen and some imperfect walls of text preventing us from seeing the whole picture. Just be kind, be generous, and assume the best of people. Most people want to be right, so just try to help them get there. It will make the world a better place.

[victusinveritas]

Found via The Anarchist Jew on Facebook (here's their substack because that's probably more informative).

Look, growing up in a family of Pinks, Reds, Fellow Travelers, and Catholic Leftists, the general vibe was always that Democrats are...sometimes the best we can do until we get to something further Left. The idea that you 'Scratch a Liberal and find a Fascist' was not something that was spread around, and I think it's misinformed rather than malicious. It's a catchphrase in times that depend entirely on soundbites. This phrase really only applies to those Liberals in politics at an elected level. Yeah, there you are likely to find someone warped by power (either party, and even honestly some folks in the Left when they get elected in anywhere) into something that has forgotten whatever values it once had and put a lust for more power and profit in the place where a bleeding heart once rested. Scratch a liberal (lowercase) and you will find someone who is Really Goddamn Wrong about half the time...but then the other half of the time you might share some broad common ground with them. Work from that common ground, even though it takes Fucking Time. Yeah, they should see the shit going on around them and realize on their fucking own that shit is bad and needs to be changed by more radical means then sitting in a legislative body voting on kickbacks for each other and manipulation of corn futures based on imports of soy from Finland (famous for its soy, of course), or whatever it is they do in those big halls of fucking government besides saying it is in fact a good idea to firebomb kids in a given country that Good People never go to anyway (I don't think it's much). Instead, when you scratch a liberal, see that you might be digging away out of the rough and uncertain rock of liberalism, towards the granite of a comrade. That said, this doesn't always work. Sometimes you really do scratch a liberal and realize wait the deeper I go the more this reeks of fascism and eeeeew what's this leaking out here, oh it's full-blown racism and white supremacy and what the hell you voted for Ron Paul you fucking shitbag? So, it's...a mixed bag, I guess.

[Note: You're welcome to disagree with me on any or all of this, I probably won't respond because either a) I'm feeling like a morally superior douchebag b) I just don't care (I don't know you, the internet isn't real, your negative opinion of me or my rants is...not my concern) or c) I'm busy, I have a life. ]

[sozhuo]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀my official, presidential, bathtub manifesto of an introduction

hi. bonjour. buenas.

i am sophia. unless we are soul-bonded, aka mutuals, then you can call me soph (but not in the american or british way sino, soph in the true spanish pronunciation). for the commonfolk: your allowed endearments are 'sophia' for everyday (pronounced exactly how you think diego luna would say it), 'my pearl' for sundays, and 'goddess divine' . . . but only on very special occasions. i am uruguayan-mexican by nature and blood—i literally bleed mezcal and mate. to my knowledge, i'm a pisces and am saddled with catholic guilt. except not really. i'm actually quite a content person.

i'm the dancing queen, only seventeen! i detest that "only" because it is horrid and completely invalidating of the seventeen long and arduous years that i've spent trudging through on this earth. my entire personality is that i live 30-40 minutes away from new york city. i am a mean creature and i am soft as a pillow and i bare my teeth at everything and i am self-righteous in my own right. i also utterly abhor labubus, because i think they are the most exemplary display of consumerism. i am a literary snob and i block people when they irritate me. i don't believe in being tooth-rottingly sweet to people i don't like, and i don't automatically like everyone that i meet. is it bitchy? yes. but i am happy in my way.

there are absolutely no boundaries in my asks. tell me about the spiky shit you took this morning. tell me about your primal need for your lover in your dr. i want to hear it all! actually . . . i take back the shit thing. maybe some things aren't meant to be shared with the world. scratch the whole thing actually. no racism, homophobia, or general disregard for human decency will be tolerated and you will be immediately be blocked sine die. the internet is my favorite form of public transportation. i will talk to anyone unless they reek of elon musk worship or still use 'yas girl' unironically.

space oddity by the starman—david bowie for those of you who lack culture—will always make me cry. as well as de niña a mujer by julio iglesias because it was the song i danced to with my dad on my XV birthday. i do not trust people who do not like olives. grow up. my favorite cocktail at the moment is rebujito because it doesn't taste like alcohol or sprite. i hate carbonated drinks because i don't like the way they are spiky on my tongue. like a million little needles poking my mouth and throat. ew. i cried today for half an hour because i didn't get to visit giverny when i was in france.

if you ever feel lost, just follow the scent of jo malone orange blossom cologne and the overuse of em dashes—i'm probably nearby. this is a dispatch from the center of my storm: a literary exorcism, a diary if that diary had fangs, glitter, and just a whisper of dostoevsky. expect too many metaphors (that i will eventually lose the handle on), tough love, and the occasional shiftblr critique wrapped in pink tulle. i am not mysterious; i am an open book that has been encrypted in tripled caesar cipher. i am not here to be digestible. i am here to be delicious.

[thorst]

I feel bad for people growing up in this fucking hellscape because when I was 13 I would have KILLED for a magic internet box to talk to my favourite characters! That's so cool!

Like, I just want to let the kids know that you can do it old school and talk to your favourite characters in your head. I'm 37 years old and it still brings joy. I've even gotten good at it

starting to suspect that tech bros actually just don’t know what reading is

[dissvicious]

Everybody knows that children say and or do some unhinged shit sometimes at the most random time. Here are some unhinged things I heard children say or saw them do in real life or on the internet and how I think they would play out in the CMK-AU

“Why are your boobs so big?”

Ozzy:…Why are your boobs so big?

Kid: *flushing slightly* I don’t have boobs, brat There called pectorals…

Ozzy: Do you have a bra, like mommy?

*Nina in the background almost falling off a chair, wheezing*

“Dada”

*Nina and the children sitting on the sofa looking at a Picture Book together*

Nina: *Pointing at a cow* And what’s that?

The Kids: A cow

Nina: Yeah, right. That’s a Cow. And what is this *Points at a tractor*

The Kids: A tractor

Nina: Yes! A tractor and that? *Points at a pig*

Ozzy: *very excited* It’s Dada!

Nina: *Pressing her lips together to keep from laughing* Yes, darling. That’s Dada

“I wanna drop the government”

*Preschool graduation*

What you want to do when you grow up?

Child A: When I grow up I want to be a Doctor

*Applaus*

Child B: I wanna go to the moon

*Applaus*

Child C: I want to become a dentist

*Applaus*

Shriek: I want to drop the government when I grow up

*Drop dead Silence*

Kid and Killer: *Clapping and cheering* Whoo! THATS MY GIRL

PLATONICALLY KISSING YOU ON THE MOUTH

poke @wyvernslovecake

[puppycoughf]

Tw ; cuss words, ranting, triggering. Don't read when little.

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okay, I'm extremely pissed off right now.

So, @/aconcernedageregressor is back at their bs again. They made a new account just so they can go back to painting every other Regressor as a bad guy because they "don't fit their idea image" or whatever the fuck they're trying to accomplish. Sure isn't to "spread awareness". Because everyone is getting called out. They're a padded regressor? Called out! Furry? Called out? Agere artist? Called out! If you're an adult regressor? CALLED. OUT.

if I get called out, I want to make one thing very clear:

I am NOT nsfw. I was introduced to age regression by an ex of mine who desperately needed a caregiver in his life. When I became extremely stressed out one day he coaxed me to try regressing myself. I tried, and now I'm here.

I am NOT AB/DL. I am a PADDED REGRESSOR. I HAVE TO BE, BECAUSE I AM DISABLED. I CAN'T FUCKING WALK, I NEED A WHEELCHAIR, I CAN'T CONTROL NY BLATTER AND I HAVE BRAIN DAMAGE. So don't start this BULLSHIT that I'm "icky" and "ab/dl" why? Because I'm disabled? You think my disability causes me to be NSFW? YOU THINK, ME NOT WALKING, CANT FUCKING USE THE BATHROOM IS "KINKY"? what the actual fuck is wrong with you. I am a minor, I'm 16, soon to be 17. I am not afraid to say shit to you, aconcernedageregressor. You went after not only my friends and moots, but you went after my little. @hesperiacove Who I love, and care for with all my being. Who I want to protect and help heal from the trauma they've been through. And you try to snatch that away from them. It isn't your right to do so. It isn't your damn right. I am not a mean person, I am never the type to lose my temper. But when you accuse my little? Respectfully, go fuck yourself. I don't know who you are, I don't know if you're actually who you are behind your avatar. But don't come after my little again. Or friends. Do all of a favor and leave the community and Tumblr. Stop poisoning our community. You know damn well what you're doing is wrong but you keep doing it. Grow up. I get you're just a minor, but Im a minor and somehow more mature.

Do better.

If I end up on this account blocklist, I'll probably be labeled as "nsfw" because I'm disabled. Whatever I get accused of, it's not true. I am a MINOR, with trauma with CSA + family CSA. I have to regress because it's my remaining and only healthy coping mechanism. I'm not letting some person on the Internet ruin it for me.

Remember to block @/aconcernedageregressor.

[ellieslutf1c]

Heyyy good evening , I'd love to ask for an mbj x reader (or oc, I don't mind) fiction where they're dating secretly and the world doesn't know until he slips up and then it causes issues between them so much they have to break up or something like that with a lof of angst and fluff but mostly angst... go crazy !!

Got you! — heartbreak incoming. 💔

I hope I satisfied your expectations!!

“𝐖𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐍𝐨 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐊𝐧𝐞𝐰”

Pairing: Michael B. Jordan x fem!Reader (secret relationship → exposed)

Setting: modern AU, LA / film industry backdrop

Tags: hidden relationship, fame x normal girl, angst, betrayal, miscommunication, slow burn collapse, emotional intimacy, jealousy, break-up, soft heartbreak, fluff memories

Wordcount: ~2.2k

⚠️ Mentions of public scrutiny, emotional pain, media pressure

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It had always been secret.

The quiet kind of love that grows in tucked-away hotel rooms, in late-night FaceTime calls where no one says goodbye first, in photos with cropped-out arms and captions that don’t give anything away.

You knew what dating Michael B. Jordan meant. You knew it the second he looked at you that night at the afterparty — the one you weren’t even supposed to be at. Not famous, not connected. Just pretty, with a sharp tongue and that smart mouth he immediately fell for.

But being with him meant never being seen.

Never holding his hand in public.

Never kissing on red carpets.

Never existing in the light beside him.

You told yourself you didn’t care. That it was better this way. That you liked the quiet.

And you did. Until he slipped.

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It was a stupid fucking interview.

A late-night one, lighthearted, and the host had asked about his “mystery woman.”

Michael smiled. “You know how it is, man. Can’t keep anything to yourself these days — but yeah, I’m seeing someone.”

You weren’t supposed to be anyone.

But you were smart. And so was the internet.

Reddit threads. Twitter sleuths. The blurry reflection in his sunglasses on a vacation story you swore was private. Someone zoomed in. Someone recognized your tattoo. And then it all unraveled.

And just like that —

the world knew.

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At first, it was… kind of sweet.

People were calling you stunning. Lucky. “Finally, a real girl!” they said. “Someone normal.”

But the honeymoon ended quickly.

They found your old Instagram. Dug through your captions. Found photos of you with exes, clips of you dancing drunk at college parties, a ranty tweet about how “rich men date broke women for ego, not love.”

They said you weren’t classy enough. That you were clout-chasing. That you didn’t belong.

And Michael?

Michael didn’t say shit.

He went silent when they tore you up online.

Didn’t tweet. Didn’t post. Didn’t show up at your apartment like he usually did on nights you felt like breaking.

You were left to fight it alone.

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“I didn’t mean to out us,” he says one night, finally, eyes bloodshot and voice rough. “It just slipped.”

You’re pacing in his kitchen. Barefoot. Angry.

“You slipped?” you repeat, laughing bitterly. “You slipped, and now I can’t go online without someone calling me a whore.”

His jaw clenches. “Don’t say that.”

“Why not?” you snap. “You let them say it.”

That lands.

He sighs, rubs a hand down his face.

“I thought we were past this shit,” you say. “The hiding. The pretending.”

“It wasn’t pretending,” he says quietly. “It was protecting.”

“Yeah?” you whisper. “Then who protected me?”

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You don’t break up that night.

You just stop showing up.

You stop answering the texts. You mute his name. You tell your friends it’s fine, but you cry in the Uber when you pass the hotel where he used to sneak you in the back door.

Michael tries, at first.

Sends flowers. Voice notes. One night, you come home to find his hoodie folded on your bed, the one you always stole, and it smells like him, like safety, like things you can’t have anymore.

But he doesn’t fight forever.

Not for you.

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Three weeks later, you watch him on another talk show.

He laughs like nothing’s wrong. Talks about a new role. The host jokes about women again and this time, Michael just shrugs.

Says nothing.

No “I’m seeing someone.”

No “There’s someone I love.”

Just a shrug.

And it’s worse than the break-up.

Because now it’s like you never happened.

⸻

Later that night, you get a message. One line:

“Can I call you?”

You don’t answer.

You do what he did.

You go quiet.

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Thank you for reading.

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[rdthoughtdaughter]

Just letting you know, it’s not ok, it will never be ok to bully someone on the internet, somebody you don’t know, none the less.

The topic that I want to bring on is women on screen. The amount of hatred they receive, especially when they enter big franchises, it is unimaginable. I do think that cyber bullying should be a serious criminal offence.

Do you remember Daisy Ridley? The fantastic actress who portrayed Rey Skywalker in the Star Wars? I still think about her to this day. She was attacked by thousands of men, old and young, for the dumbest reasons. She was ridiculed, she was attacked, she was harassed. Just because the men were hyper fixated on a fictional world. And the fact that they were not even plausible on their hatred 😭 It was just pure mania.

Yet she still stands, strong and firm as ever.

On another note, I saw another man recently, whining about casting choices and Harry Potter, talking about the way that it doesn’t satisfy him, with so much audacity. It was a man in his 30s. I’m sorry sir, you are not even the target audience. It’s for the kids primarily. I told him it of course, with direct message that he has some growing up to do.

Guess what, he was talking about male mental health month as well. While bullying literal kids and other actors.

[ittybittyhuac]

I'm gonna be real with you all, we had extremely different internet experiences as children. when i was growing up in the 90s and early 00's my online spaces were almost entirely unsafe and poorly moderated, even the ones aimed toward kids. sure i spent some time on the spaces mentioned, but a lot of my time was spent on other websites. and with the exception of Homestarrunner, which was by far the best and safest online space for my particular kid brain, the rest of those sites were places like Newgrounds. sites with basically no content rules filled with games and animations made by edgy teens. even worse was that the social spaces i was presented with were message boards filled with porn, gore and otherwise shocking content.

This is not all to say that i think its better that kids are on roblox and social media, just that the danger is a lot different now. When i was a kid, the real danger was becoming desensitized to a lot of horrible shit, but today i think the danger is way more insidious. there are a lot of adults on places like youtube and roblox that are indoctrinating kids as a part of their dangerous political agendas. people were simply not thinking that big when i was a kid. it was mostly 15 year olds sending 12 year olds snuff videos because they thought it was funny to traumatize other kids.

What im saying, i guess, is that i miss the shock sites just as i miss the safe sites made for kids.

The concepts of NSFW is being cleared of the Internet under the false pretense of children’s safety when it’s really about the people in power sanitising for advertisers and pushing evangelical narratives AND that not enough is done to keep legitimately harmful content off of spaces that minors have access to are ideas that can coexist

[clumsypuppy]

littlest furth shop

@laikascomet

[svnflowermoon]

hey btw before you start being angry at the 10 year old sephora kids and the ipad kids, remember that we should feel bad for them. because the world has failed them. it is not these kids faults that the world is so focused on materialistic things and that their parents don't know how to talk to them. that is the fault of social media and bad parenting. i said what i said.

[essektheylyss]

I do think some of the handwringing I've seen about "hate" is funny because from what I can tell, even on twitter people are being surprisingly civil. The cast hasn't even had to make a big announcement clarifying a situation because everyone misinterpreted something and worked themselves into a furor. It took less than 12 hours after the c2 finale before Matt and Liam were like, "Uh, what do you mean, we literally said on stream Caleb and Essek get together." But there's also been a significant shift online since then to the point where anything short of "the precious baby blorbos were treated so niceys :3" is considered vicious hate, for some reason*, so I can't say I'm really surprised.

[learntofeelagain]

As a parent I want to be allowed to trust my kid, but societally I am not allowed to. A great book about this is the anxious generation, there is also the let grow project, I highly encourage those with and without kids to look it up. The over surveillance and teaching kids to report to adults instead of them having to work it out amongst themselves because adults aren't right there is SO bad for us as people, as a society, as free thinking creatures. We're preparing them for an authoritarian state, to tell a grown up if someone does something wrong. We're making all danger catastrophized even if we don't mean to, even though crime rates are way down, because what message do you think kids get when we don't let them do things on their own, whether intentionally or not they're learning they can not/ may not/ it's dangerous to do by yourself. Kids need to explore risk, I know this is scary as a parent, but think about the safeguards of the internet.. that are you 18 or older button really doing much good? What exactly are we trying to protect these kids from, our neighbors? Grass? What are we scared of? Crime rates that are lower than when we were off galavanting through the woods as kids? broken bones? This societal shift, we gotta stop it. We can't take away the real world and hand them a screen, I think mindless screentime is occasionally fine, but my god, it isn't safer than climbing a tree! Not for your brain!

This is a legitimate and damaging cultural shift for all involved parties and it needs to be addressed.