#Pro ect

[brightside-brigade]

Alright. I'm probably gonna lose moots and followers for this. But I've kept quiet about it since I became host and I don't feel right not saying it for multiple reasons.

I, and this system and blog, support systems of all origins, including non traumagenic. We consider ourselves mixed origin, for multiple reasons. I know some (a lot) of you don't agree with or are uncomfortable with this stance, so if you need to unfollow for your own comfort, that's fine. But do not announce your departure unless you want us to unfollow as well.

I feel like by hiding this, I've been lying to all of you and hindering our own ability to talk about our experiences. Overall, I cannot in good conscious keep it quiet.

This is not an invitation for debate. I hate syscourse and always will, especially with our previous hosts involvement.

If this is where we part ways, then farewell and I wish you the best. And I'm sorry I couldn't be honest sooner.

Plurals of all origins, you are safe with The Brightside Brigade

[fussystreetlight]

https://youtu.be/D_aRzXXCv4s

I'm referring to the comments on this video because they give me a headache. No one thinks more about sex, and kids, and "kids in sexual situations" than pro-censorship people do. I don't know why they think book banning is "making sure the Kama Sutra isn't in elementary schools" but...it's not. It's really not. (I also don't like how most of the commenters are acting like the other side is just blowing things out of proportion and making a big deal out of nothing so they can hurt kids because that's what they were told. The first part of that rhetoric can easily be used by certain people to commit or sweep atrocities under the rug. And the second part, that's just the typical anti-lgbtq+ rhetoric...)

Anyway, that's not really the majority of the stuff that gets banned.

I only know about book bans in America so I can't speak about other places. And this is the site I normally use: https://pen.org/

Some of the top banned books were:

Nineteen Minutes by Jodie Picoult:

"Sterling is an ordinary New Hampshire town where nothing ever happens--until the day its complacency is shattered by a school shooting. Josie Cormier, the daughter of the judge sitting on the case, should be the state's best witness, but she can't remember what happened before her very own eyes--or can she? As the trial progresses, fault lines between the high school and the adult community begin to show--destroying the closest of friendships and families. Nineteen Minutes asks what it means to be different in our society, who has the right to judge someone else, and whether anyone is ever really who they seem to be."

The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood:

"In Margaret Atwood’s dystopian future, environmental disasters and declining birthrates have led to a Second American Civil War. The result is the rise of the Republic of Gilead, a totalitarian regime that enforces rigid social roles and enslaves the few remaining fertile women. Offred is one of these, a Handmaid bound to produce children for one of Gilead’s commanders. Deprived of her husband, her child, her freedom, and even her own name, Offred clings to her memories and her will to survive. At once a scathing satire, an ominous warning, and a tour de force of narrative suspense, The Handmaid’s Tale is a modern classic."

The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison:

"In Morrison’s acclaimed first novel, Pecola Breedlove—an 11-year-old Black girl in an America whose love for its blond, blue-eyed children can devastate all others—prays for her eyes to turn blue: so that she will be beautiful, so that people will look at her, so that her world will be different. This is the story of the nightmare at the heart of her yearning, and the tragedy of its fulfillment."

The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian by Sherman Alexie:

"Junior is a budding cartoonist growing up on the Spokane Indian Reservation. Determined to take his future into his own hands, Junior leaves his troubled school on the rez to attend an all-white farm town high school where the only other Indian is the school mascot."

Yes there are some of Sarah J. Maas' books on the list, but they're trying to ban that from high schools (teens and toddlers are different age groups people, please stop infantizing teens).

Censorship isn't really about protecting kids from "books that predators will use to groom them" or "child molesters", it's not about not giving kids access to sexual content when they're too young for it, it's really not about protecting kids at all, and it's not about getting rid of "icky sex books" in general.

It's mostly about control and having power, especially over LGBTQ+ people and minorities. It's about the people in charge getting rid of any narrative that they personally don't like or silencing any voice that doesn't resemble theirs (anyone who's not a straight white rich man really).

And it's not about the fact that "well you can still get these books so banned books are a myth!" It's the fact that people are trying to make it harder for students to access these books. Books that can help them. Maybe they're going through a difficult time, maybe they're struggling with mental health issues, maybe their home life isn't great, maybe there aren't many other people in school like them. And these books have characters just like them, going through the same things. And it makes them feel less alone or helps them realize things about their situation and come to terms with it. But these helpful stories are the ones targeted the most. And it gets harder for anyone who's even slightly different to feel like they belong or that it's okay for them to exist and be themselves. Books being challenged and removed from libraries is about making people conform to what the people in power want them to be, and again, what they want them to be is what they can tolerate and use.

PS: some schools in Florida also had to take away and review dictionaries for "sexual conduct" because of a relatively recent bill (that seems to also be against teaching students important sex ed, "along with requiring schools to teach that "reproductive roles are binary, stable and unchangeable"). But also the Bible is apparently still allowed, despite having all that stuff people claim to dislike.

[petrerpkr]

Being a snily shipper high key sucks. Ive read literally every fanfic on ao3 and im always looking for new one's. It's an unpopular ship so the tags are pretty slow and people have the most Warped opinion on sev /snily its pretty depressing...

[st4rsinthenight]

★giant cookie or carrot cake with chocolate? Erm you- you decide !!★

[chemicalarospec]

I didn't perceive myself as a Weird Kid (and honestly if other kids did, they didn't make a problem of it), but I have one really strong memory that reveals to me that Something was always up with me (so this is kind of related to my theory about my undescribed neuro-difference):

In second grade I played soccer and in all the games every single girl (why were sports gendered even before puberty...) would crowd around the ball no matter where it was on the field. Now, I have never been an expert in sports, but I did know that was not the way soccer was normally played (probably because of my experience with foosball tbh) -- so what I did is I would hang back to play defense for my team when the ball inevitably got kicked out of the mosh pit (I think if the ball was on my side I would just go the to the mob, or maybe go ahead to bolster any turns in fate?). I have no clue if there were goalies in these games, but I do remember that sometimes I would "give in" and stand at the fringes of the mob because I was the only person not crowding the ball on the field and felt very self-conscious. (I did experience occasional vindicating success with this tactic but overall, well, I didn't enjoy soccer enough to come back the next year.)

The exasperation with others, the solitude (particularly on the edges of a crowd), the trying to be strategic and thinking ahead of others, the tension between my commitment to Being Yourself and desire to not Stick Out In A Bad Way -- well, if I was in a book, this would be almost-too-perfect a character-establishing scene. Also, gosh, people would call me insufferable-- y'all, I'm the teen girl "unlikable protagonist" of my own life. I've been like the Asshole Genius Dude archetype before I even recognized the archetype... Don't worry guys, I am actually quite pro-social these days, I am always promoting goodwill towards fellow humans, and I'm only mid-smart.

[grand-theft-carbohydrates]

i wish romance of the three kingdoms adaptations would explore more about liu bei's background as a sandal weaver. how did he feel about his job? was it hard, menial work and was he glad ditch it? does he miss a simpler time where life had surety, his niang would be there waiting for him with a hot meal after a long days work, and his accomplishments would be measured in shoes and coins instead of dead men and lines on a map? how much luggage did he lose during his mad escape from changban? did A'dou ever get a little straw doll-soldier from his Die Die, both as a gift and an apology for doing the unforgivable? did he ever grieve for his daughters, or were they little more than ripped sleeves to him, easy to mend? how did this semi-literate peasant take to the role of king? did he shed his past like an old coat? would his accent slip when he got emotional? did he ever confuse his advisors with region-specific sayings? would he get drunk on everything this new world had to offer, or did the king of han cut the rotten bits off his old fruit and break open chicken bones to suck the marrow? would the servants of shu occasionally find pieces of braided rope and grass lying around in odd places, and know their lord was feeling homesick again?

[lastoneout]

given that we've already had people arguing that having sex while there are children in the house is somehow abusive how long do you think before we get someone insisting that it's wrong for pregnant people to have sex bcs the baby can't consent or some shit

[orca-iguana]

Im doing a model UN project rn and looking at Italy politics and looking at the present party's policy document and

（ﾟ Дﾟ)

HUH

I THOUGHT ITALY WASN'T FACIST ANYMORE??? WASN'T THAT THE WHOLE THING OF BECOMING A DEMOCRACY???

[avatar-state-kate]

A little bored with the “don’t they get the themes” type retort about republicans liking any art, because you’re not wrong but also they literally don’t care and you pointing out your interpretation (no matter how based in the source material it is, or if the creators outright said what it was about, or the art being completely direct) won’t change there minds.

Republicans like born in the USA because it sounds like a patriotic song, and through the context of playing it at patriotic events/gatherings it becomes one.

[petrifiedchild]

when you stop yourself from pointing out plot holes in a HEADCANON because you're such a canon neardy and watch and analyze every little scene of a show but these innocent ppl just wanna share a funny headcanon and they're valid its for fun??? like chill yourself lol

[thingsmysisterhassaid]

"watch me lengthen my stick with a fucking revolver"-K

[heavyhand61]

I have prepared my dream (and probably unrealistic) time line for a feedee

Starting at the day then move in

First 6 months

All prior commitments will be cancelled (work, schooling, ect)

All social medial accounts that don't revolve around feedisum will be blanked out

There will be a push to sign you up for every available feedist community (more extreme the better

Daily calorie intake will sit around the 4000cal mark

Next 6 months

Contact with anyone not completely in support of your goal of immobility will be broken

You will have regular posts about your gains on any and all available feedist platforms

Any content that does not revolve around obesity and weight gain will be banned

An expected gain of 40-60lbs a year

First year

Trips from the house will be limited

Decreasing step limits will be applied

Most media will be replaced with feedist porn

10000cal minimum per day

1 funnel feeding per day

Increase rate of post of feedist content

Second year

Leaving the house will be disallowed

Trips from bed or couche will be severely limited

15000+ cal minimum per day

3 funnel feeding per day

Clothes will be disallowed

Only consumable content will be extreme feedist porn

Any communication on social media will be limited to extreme feeders and other pro death feedist feedees

Expected 100+ lbs per year gain

Third year

Any movement beyond 3 steps must be done by scooter or wheelchair

Minimum 4h of viewing extreme feedist porn per day

25000cal+ per day

Tube feeding is standard aside from the occasional food "treat"

Must spend 4+ hours a day tube feeding

Forth year

Involuntary immobility, you will be confined to bed regardless of current mobility status

35000+ Cal per day minimum, to be consumed primarily as fats and sugars cut with only a minimum of nutrition supplement

Every hour from wakeup to sleep will involve tube feeding and a constant stream of the most extreme feedist porn

Sleep will be deferred if calorie goal has not been met

Fifth year

24/7 live stream of you're immobile fourm

50000 cal minimum

All windows blocked, all clocks removed, no indicators of date or time

Feeding tube lives in your mouth

Diet is mostly fats

Sixth plus years (don't expect to survive this long)

No contact with outside world, other feedist included

24/7 feedist hypno playing for you

Feeding tube size increased and feed slop made even less healthy and even more fattening

Start of year calorie goal of 100000+ an additional 1000 a week to be added to the minimum every week for the rest of your life

Six years and I plan on taking you from a normal healthy person to the perfect feedee, no thought, no life, just growing, growing GROWING, all that matters is growing all that matters is more all that matters is your life cut short by obesity

[petrerpkr]

Werewolf Severus snape mini fanfics rec

The Full-Moon Prince

Tamper With Time

facts and memories and anecdotes

The Law for the Wolves

[mushroom-soup-is-my-religion]

i should make a list of haven povs like pros and cons of what order to watch

[myfandomrealitea]

What even is proshipping

Proshipping is pro-shipping. As in; for shipping. In support of shipping.

'Proship' is the modern evolution of the original acronym SALS, which stands for Ship And Let Ship. It is exactly the same concept as; "your kink is not my kink, but that's okay. Its simply not my business."

The core values of proshipping are:

Everyone has a right to ship.

Ships cannot and should not be controlled or dictated. (E.g; "I don't like this ship so you're a bad person for liking it and you're not allowed to ship it.")

People should not be shamed, harassed, threatened, ect because of their ships.

Modern 'proshipping' will often vary from individual to individual. In truth, the term 'proshipping' as its used and defined these days would be actually be 'profiction.' This is because many people expand proshipping in order encompass being pro-X across an array of varying creative and fandom based criteria.

However as 'proship' is the more commonly known label it is the most widely accepted.

There is often the common misconception stemming from careful propaganda that proshipping exclusively refers to the support and enjoyment of taboo or dark themes such as incest and pedophilia. This is not true.

Proshipping does not mean: "I enjoy incest." Proshipping means: "even if I do not enjoy incest, it is not my place to try to stop you doing so or harming you because of it."

[sweet-honey-tears]

Just Turn it Down

dad!Aizawa x biological!GN!Reader FAMILY FLUFF!!!!!

…. I’m so sorry for how long this took… I hope you like it🖤🤍🥺 and thank you for your amazing request!!! -🍯

WARNING: None, cute stuff. Possible gender mix ups, when I write a draft, I write in fem tense (she,her,ect) and then go back and fix it after- but I’m sick so may have missed a few. I’m incredibly sorry.

To say it was a surprise to the world would be an understatement. The scary, hard-headed, slouched teacher of AU had a kid—an actual, biological child. It was no surprise that Aizawa would keep it under wraps. Your safety and his patience could easily be strained.

“Who is the mother?”

“Was it a Fling?”

“Did the Pro-Hero Eraser Head hook up with…”

The world got its answers; with it, you got your silence. “My mother is dead. Died in childbirth, I’d like to be left alone now.” It was a blatant lie, and when Hizashi asked you why, trying his best to understand, his tall frame slumped slightly as he rubbed the back of his head, you answered, “Because she is.” The subject was never brought up again.

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While not your biological siblings, Eri and Shinso have been part of your family since they stepped through the door. Shinso, who was older than you, had offered advice more than once on subjects such as schools, relationships, and your future career. The world is aware of your future decisions, another blunt shut-down.

“Do you wanna be just like your father? A hero”

You glanced at your dad off to the side, his arms crossed yet still tense. Ready to pull you back the minute they ask a question that crosses the line. Aizawa smiled slightly, ever so suddenly that only you caught it. Then, there was an ever so slight nod.

“No.”

Shinso supports you fully; he always feels the public backlash of his decisions due to his quirks. Villain, villain, villain. He’d prove them wrong. But that didn't stop his anger when his mind bounced to the idea of you being put through assaults. You can manipulate living organisms. Specifically, increasing the size of plants and controlling movement. As always, with their lack of space, the press managed to grab photos of you using the quirk. Your sweet smile as you lean over some old lady's rose bush, the spiked vines climbing up to reach your fingers as soft pink flowers open. According to you, it had been stepped on and crushed under some careless foot, and you just wanted to fix it. Yet that story would be too sweet. The public zoomed in on the aspect that you could grow thorns! What if you decided to covered the town in poison ivy?! You huffed at the so called fears written in the paper.

“I wouldn't play their game, so now I need to be their villain.”

Your quirk explicitly comes from your mother's side to your disgust. Thou Aizawa couldn't care less about the quirk; he wouldn't care if you were quirkless, something he’s said more than once. However, he felt the slightest bit of glee as he watched you quiet the loud blonde in his class. It wasn’t your fault; he wanted to spar, and you did. Thou, you slightly regretted your decision as you watched the problem child, as your dad called him, scribble furiously down his journal.

You don't go to UA, a choice that sometimes stresses Aizawa. Yet, considering the recent events with this group of students, it now seemed like a safer choice, ironically. But when you do go to UA, for whatever reason, it feels like another home. Surrounded by the many staff and heroes that raised you, taking you on days, Aizawa had patrol. AllMight, in his uncle-like glory, yelled:

“Ah Young Y/n, how tall you’ve grown!”

This caused all students to stop and look at the one kid who was not in uniform. You’re as much their daughter as you are, Aizawa. Your hair getting ruffled, cheeks pinched, comments how beautiful you’ve become. Midnight, despite what the media says, and Rumi

have been wonderful mother figures throughout your life. Aizawa, as great a father as he is, knows when to throw his hands up for your comfort and sometimes his. You tell the two women secrets, crushes, and heartbreakers, and they keep it locked up, never spilling the information on even Aizawa.

Your little sister, Eri, clings to you like a koala and you her, pulling you to a point where your spine is more of a bridge than a body part, just so she can whisper you a secret or happily show you the family photo she drew in class, with you, Shinso, and Aizawa all drawn with wide smiles, stick hands holding stick hands.

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You blame Shinso for your music taste because if you admitted that Bakugou was the one to introduce, you think your father would get his motto tattooed onto you. “Stay away from loud blondes.” But you couldn't help it. Scene Queen seemed to attach to every cell of your body. The loud, angry music about worth and the media seeing comforting as you watched the world around you. There is so much pain, so many big problems, and yet some so small and meaningless, silly almost. These are easy ones to fix if people just agree. Maybe the same could be said for the argument of where Villains came from; the same ones you watch hurt your family, but the thought feels so sickening. So switch to another artist, the screaming, feeding, and subduing the boiling anger that lingers in your chest due to the media. You were getting ripped apart by the bloodhounds for not giving them the bloody steak they required, so instead, they chose you. You're a small, converted life forced to be nailed and screwed since you wouldn’t play their games.

Your finger mindlessly tapped to the next artist, pondering slightly if your hearing will be gone when you reach your 20s due to Metalica. Your fingers lightly drum on the page, your body unconsciously moving to the beat of the song that blasted too loud in your headphones. To be stuck in your own world and notice your dad walking past you, peering over the couch to see what you were doing. Aizawa paused; the screeching music from your headphones sounded all too familiar. With little hesitation, he reached down and grabbed one of the earpieces, listening for the split moment he had before the music paused. It was clear he startled you from the way you jumped and whipped around.

“Dad!”

“(Enter favorite metal band)?”

You paused, searching his face for something you weren't really sure of. ”Uh Yeah… Shinso introduced me to them.”

Aizawa smiled a bit, handing you back the headphones. “The band came out when I was in UQ,” He huffed, watching your surprised face. “Mike was very much into them and even met the band.” He watched the excitement in your face take over. He’d need to call Hizashi and tell him the radio hero would be over the moon. “They’re from (Enter Country), I believe.” He leaned against the couch.

“Yeah they did!” Azawia paused, about to speak again, when his phone rang, the screeching sound leading from the kitchen; it was UA; you both knew it. He sighed, looking back at you, smiling slightly. “Just listen to them at a lower volume.” He ruffled your hair before leaving to get his phone.

He left and was gone the rest of the day, some issue on the campus. Damn problem children. And when you came home from school, he still wasn’t there. But sitting on the kitchen counter,rested a small keychain of the band of the bands logo.