#and then i fucked up and accidentally posted just the image (i deleted it within like 5 secs of posting)

[abrushstrokeofsilver]

would zero ever show that he cares about the kiddos like this? probably not, especially not mmz-era zero. but is he gonna in my mind? absolutely yes

[milktyama]

HIII CONGRATS ON 600!! For your collab this is the prompt:

— ☕︎ HEARD FROM A LITTLE BIRD

from: celebration time come on — 600 event

fluff, slight humour, one swear word, you and kuroo are simping hard lmao

the image of the burning white screen at 2am with the words that kuroo never thought he would've seen was imprinted in his head. unsure if the reason for his drifting mind was because of the endless scrolling on twitter light mode at ungodly hours or a particular tweet he saw that night.

the aftershocks of seeing the tweet from you was probably bleeding over to the next morning. of all things that he would accidentally memorize, countless chemical names being a constant, he didn't know he had it in him to memorize a random sequence of keyboard signs that followed a confusing sentence in all caps.

the sentence in question was "WHY AM I SO ATTRACTED TO HIS DUMB ROOSTER LOOKING HAIR?@#$@$#%*^%#!"

one question mark

two at signs

three hashtags

one asteris—

kuroo thought this was getting slightly out of hand. something so simple shouldn't be bothering him so much. especially when the tweet disappeared before he could even hyperanalyze it.

however, it was because it was you, he allowed his brain to go a little overtime than the time he set himself to think about you in order to keep his cool. though, he knew that if he didn't try to ask for an answer, the thought alone would eat him away for the next week.

asking a question as a friend wouldn't be too weird right?

he approached you after the last bell rang for the day; he needed an answer to ease his mind a little. he greeted you once he caught up to you and tried to carry a casual conversation before bringing it up.

"so... i heard from a little bird, by that I mean uh twitter."

real smooth tetsuro, real smooth.

"you're interested in someone mayhaps perhaps?"

why did he even say that last part oh lord.

the corners of your mouth quickly dropped once you realized what he was referring to. oh. my. fucking. god.

your 2am infatuation session, normally stylized as "simp hours", could be easily found in an alternate account you made to talk to a wall to outlet your intense emotions for, but without realization, you tweeted on your regular account.

luckily you noticed and deleted the post within a few minutes of posting and since it was late, you didn't anyone would've seen it.

you were so wrong. and of all people who could've seen it, it was the very person you were type-yelling about. your mind short-circuits in attempts to cover up but your mind went blank because you were now extremely aware of everything else.

the way he stood so close to you, even though it wasn't that close but it felt like it was. the way his breath was slightly uneven, and the slight flush on his face and the slightly wavering eye contac—

hold on.

you just had an idea.

"uhm, yea I do actually," you finally replied.

your eyes started to scan kuroo's body language, noticing the little jump at your words and the slight film of sweat building upon his forehead.

looks like the universe was on your side this time.

[saffiealbright]

well, looks like i accidentally deleted saf’s intro post, because i thought it was a muse photo post (lol @ me). so here it is, rewritten! i’ve added/edited some trivial things, too, so here we go!

(ellie bamber, she/her) - have you seen seraphina albright? saffie / saf is in her junior year. the computer science major is 22 years old & is an aquarius. people say she is ambitious, candid, petty, and headstrong. rumors say they’re a member of hastings society. i heard from the gossip blog that she hacked into her schoo’s grading system and changed her grades to prove she could get into yates without her family’s help. (tessa. 24. pst. she/her.)

name: seraphina ivy albright nicknames: saffie, saf, sera, ser, s age, birth date: 22; february 14, 1998 hometown: new york city major, university: computer science, yates university sexuality: pansexual 

past

“she debated our civics instructor so hard that he conceded so that he could go outside and take a smoke break.” “i watched her hack all of her ex’s social media during our cyber security class. didn’t look up from her laptop once.”

and that’s me, john booker rutledge.

no, it’s serphina ivy albright

seraphina is the daughter and only child of ethan and annabeth albright—a new york state senate field representative and a british transplant museum donor/philanthropist. (making it canon that saf has a few british english speaking tendencies—word choices, cadence, pronunciations, etc.)

does albright sound familiar? saffie is cousin to darby and leo (and the late james) albright through their fathers. ethan albright works for his brother, the state senator.

throughout her young life, both sides of the family were very tight knit. they’d take holidays together, have weekly dinners, attend events side-by-side.

all of this change after ethan and lucas got into an altercation. one moment they were standing in the hall, talking business and having a drink. the next they grew hushed and moved into a nearby home office. by the time ethan left his relationship with his brother was irrevocably broken.

no one knows exactly what happened in that room, but the parents will swear up and down that their side was in the right. this caused a deep split between both sides.

still, in order to maintain the image of a loving family and well-oiled machine, ethan continued to work for his brother. the only times everyone would really see each other, though, were briefly at events, during necessary business, and at james’ funeral.

you’d think the latter would’ve brought them together, but it didn’t!

saffie was slowly influenced not to like her cousins, her parents likening them to their parents in, well, not the nicest ways. to put it simply, they told saf that it’s probably best if she didn’t trust them.

being the young, trusting kid she was, she took their word for it. even if the whole ordeal revealed sides of her parents—of the entire family—that she began to strongly oppose.

teenage years / personality shift

suffice it to say, seraphine wasn’t a big fan of what she found made the albrights the albrights. for years she strove to impress her parents and meet their incredibly high standards: look perfect, speak correctly, present yourself with impeccable poise. learn three languages so that one day you can speak to a number of high-ranking business officials. pick up piano so you can “spontaneously” play at events and gatherings and impress your peers (oh, it happened! time and time again!).

a childhood nearly wasted, by saf’s standards. it wasn’t until she entered high school—about the time the debris settled from the family split settled—that she began to branch out and discover what she enjoyed. what she wanted to spend her time on.

her friend group expanded to those outside of her prestigious school, rapidly expanding her small world view and perspective on just about everything.

very quickly saf saw her path—and it wasn’t acting out like darby or grasping at the idea of perfection like leo. it was not giving a fuck. her family’s problems seemed abysmal compared to everything else happening in the world.

around this time she gained an interest in two things: the world and the computers it’s so obsessed with. thus her passions for current events/world news and computer science began.

quickly she became the black sheep within her household, a fact as amusing to her as it is frustrating for them.

look—all saf wanted to do was go about the city (and her life!) on her own terms. go see live music, attend her own peers’ parties and events, and god forbid have some time for friends.

an unspeakable offense in her parents’ perspective, especially because at this point her grades began to go down. it wasn’t that she wasn’t smart—she had the makings of any upper east side prodigy—she simply focused them elsewhere.

secret

that being said, by junior year it hit the girl that she’d need to step things up. attending yates, her father’s alma mater, was still the goal despite her own falling out with him. it was a damn good university and she had a deal to make. if she could get in on her own, she’d study there on her own terms. doing what she wants.

and you know what!? she did! after cheating her way through the system. lol.

it started with hacking one teacher’s grading system to change a few grades. then, slowly, it grew. midway through the year all of her teachers were lauding her turn-around. by senior year she was a “model student.”

cheers to the TAs for the assist! they did all of the actual assignment grading. saf bargained with them to not to say anything.

in the end she got her yates acceptance letter in the mail, packed her suitcases, and ended up in preaker.

present / personality / little facts

now she’s studying computer science and taking extra classes that capture her interests.

at the same school her estranged cousins attend. fun!

gave calloway, her father’s society, a big pass. went with hastings.

some quotes to capture her personality:

i hate it when people ask, “do you trust me?” like... don’t call me out... the answer is no.

if you have beef with me it’s one sided, because i literally don’t care

some tiktoks for more of a feel: one, two, three

so, yeah, she’s a bit apathetic and no-bullshit and that might be a bit polarizing to some!

but she genuinely doesn’t try to be mean to people. she’s just, uh, blunt. lol.

the type to write in sharpy in a bar bathroom stall, but it’ll say something like, “damn, you’re mad cute”

can’t drive for SHIT! always took taxis, public transport, and town cars in new york. probably learned how to drive a little... while in the UK... so, the opposite-sides-of-the-street thing disorients her

fact: she’s naturally a blonde and dies her hair red. every few weeks it looks like a blood bath in one of the hastings bathroom sinks/showers.

fact: when she’s about to do just about anything with a computer she does the violet baudelaire thing where she pulls her hair up into a messy ponytail

the rest i’m just!! figuring out as i go luv!! x

[raendown]

I finally got around to taking part in @dahtwitchi‘s Dick Pic Project! And in time to be allowed my repost of her delicious artwork! The image I am posting is ever so slightly doctored, just cropped a little, but with permission from Twitchi. 

Pairing: MadaraTobirama Word count: 4121 Rated: M Summary: Madara isn't sure what he thinks about being given a third chance at life. He's glad that he has his brother and Hashirama with him, although he's pretty sure he could live without Tobirama being there as well. What really makes things things interesting is all this new technology. He particularly enjoys his new 'cellphone'.

Follow the link or read it under the cut!

Rapture On The Lonely Shore

As much as Madara appreciated being given another chance at life, there were still moments when he wondered if this was all just a little too much trouble. He had lived his life – two of them in fact! In that time he had committed his crimes, died for them twice, and seen about as much of the world as he’d thought he would ever want to. Getting dragged back in to the land of the living for a third go around wasn’t really in his plans.

Having both of the Senju brothers tag along for the ride could be nothing but karma trying to kick him in the ass and have a good laugh at him while doing it. Some days not even the fact that Izuna had also clawed his way back to life was worth the aggravation of it all.

Certainly on the surface everything was fine and dandy. The citizens of Konoha had at last reached a point where they were content to ignore him so long as he remained docile and afforded them the same discourtesy. Hashirama had fallen so easily in to the patterns of friendship they enjoyed during the few shorts months he had been able to peacefully exist within the village they built together. Spending his days with Izuna as he had always wanted to was a joy he’d long stopped believing could ever be possible.

The problem, as always, was Tobirama. To an outsider’s point of view it would appear that Tobirama had given up all animosity towards the Uchiha brothers he once carried so much hate for. And that would almost be considered correct, Madara had to admit. After finding themselves alive in a time period far passed their own, all of them had found it much easier to lay down their anger and simply enjoy the time they had been gifted, allowing the sins of the past to stay there and looking forward to the future with lighter hearts. Tobirama spent most of his time these days devoting his mind to the science he’d always loved.

He spent the rest of his time bothering Madara.

It wasn’t the same sort of hatred which had existed between them before when Izuna lay buried beneath six feet of earth and neither Tobirama nor Madara could look at each other without seeing the blood of their lost kin. Back then they had both done everything in their power to get in each other’s way, to antagonize and impede and irritate in every way they could just for the pleasure of knowing they had ruined even just a moment of the other’s day.

Now Madara wasn’t sure what he would call it. Without the weight of the world on his shoulders Tobirama seemed to have discovered a new side of himself that very much enjoyed poking fun at other people. He found a great deal of amusement in pulling small pranks and Madara, unfortunately, was his new favorite victim. Even more confusing was that none of it seemed to truly be mean-spirited. Tobirama switched out his reading glasses and put dye in his shampoo bottle, he laughed at the results until he was rubbing his sides with glee and then – amazingly – he would return Madara his things or provide him with the cure for whatever chaos he had caused. Then he returned to his lab until the urge for this new brand of fun rose again.

Several years had already gone by since the Fourth Shinobi War and all of them were fairly well entrenched in their patterns. Izuna in particular still struggled to remember the availability of new technologies like electric stoves and lightbulbs. On his part, Madara had been enamored with the concept of a cellphone since he was first handed one and the concept explained to him. That changed when Tobirama got a cellphone of his own.

Now here he was eyeing the small bar across the lock screen which indicated that he had a new message from “That White Bastard”. Madara sighed, drumming the nails of his other hands against his thigh as he wondered if it was worth his time to open the message. Last time he gave in to curiosity he’d gotten a series of eight picture messages of the same stupid leaf from different angles. Just a dumb waste of his time, something harmless that did nothing more than irritate him yet caused no real offense, that was the basis of all their interactions now. Madara had stopped checking Tobirama’s messages since then and started deleting them on sight but today a pattern had been broken.

Today he had received one picture message followed by no less than fifteen text messages in rapid succession. The constant ding of his phone was both annoying and slightly alarming, holding his attention if only for the way the messages just kept coming all at once. That wasn’t like Tobirama. It was more like Tobirama to wait and send each message in short intervals for maximum irritation value.

With a roll of his eyes and a heavy sigh, Madara unlocked his phone and fumbled around for the messages app. He wouldn’t be able to think about anything else until he solved this mini mystery so he might as well get it over with sooner rather than later. As soon as he opened it, however, he narrowed his eyes in confusion, anxious worry rising up in his throat as he read through the immediately visible messages.

No Seriously Do not I mean it, don’t scroll up If I send you enough messages it won’t be visible Just don’t scroll up I mean it Uchiha Don’t fucking do it If you want to keep your sanity DO NOT SCROLL UP

Madara caught his bottom lip between his teeth and nibbled viciously with indecision. He’d never seen Tobirama come even close to panic before but these messages, the speed with which they had all dropped in one after the other, it felt a lot like panic to him. The last message in particular caught his attention. He wasn’t sure if the wording was meant as a genuine warning or as a some kind of threat but all it had really accomplished was to make him incredibly curious. What could that idiot Senju have possibly sent him that would be followed all of this?

It took exactly half a minute for Madara to cave to his own curiosity. Whatever had been sent to him, it was obvious the Senju didn’t want him to see it. He might be holding amazing blackmail material in the palm of his hand; he would be stupid not to investigate that. Scrolling upwards only increased his confusion at first as it became more and more clear that Tobirama seemed to have sent him something by accident, something he truly did not wish for Madara to see, true panic clear in the messages where he seemed to realize he’d made some sort of mistake.

DON’T LOOK AT IT I DID NOT MEAN TO SEND THIS IMAGE Believe me when I say I meant to send something else This was an accident Do not scroll up Do not look at that image No Seriously

And then Madara found the image itself.

If he had an ounce less self-control he would have thrown his cellphone across the room on mere reflex, an instinctive reaction to the immediate influx of conflicting emotions. Of all the possible things Tobirama might have sent him, even accidentally, an image of the other man in the nude had not even crossed Madara’s mind.

Alright, so Tobirama wasn’t completely nude in the photo, although he might as well have been. His torso was bare and the pants he was wearing were opened to allow his impressive erection to rise out and stand perfectly centered in the frame. Madara couldn’t decide if he wanted to stare at the most delicious cock he’d ever set his poor shamed eyes upon or if he wanted to trace the shape of the tattoo he’d never known about. Tobirama’s pale white skin made a perfect backdrop for the red ink of a tiger to claw its way up and around his shoulder, the stripes of the beast’s arm running down Tobirama’s. The man’s other arm was pulled up behind his head to draw Madara’s eye to the third surprise: apparently Tobirama had seen fit to pierce one of his nipples.

Madara swallowed thickly, both hands clutching his phone so hard the metal casing gave a protesting creak. The part of his brain that had been raised in a war with the Senju was a little disgusted with himself for even entertaining the ideas this image was clearly meant to inspire. Perhaps it wasn’t meant to inspire those ideas in him but the other part of himself, the one that had put the war behind him and was slowly learning to trust again, was already rerouting blood to some very interested parts of his body. A few years ago he might have scowled at this same image with nothing but revulsion. Now he sank deeper in to his couch cushions and palmed the front of his trousers.

Two could play at this game, he thought with a grin. It had taken hours to teach him how to use the camera function on this overly complicated device but it was time he appreciated as well-spent now, reluctantly backing away from the messaging app so he could open up the camera and fiddle until he remembered how to turn it around to face himself. Then he unfastened his pants and pushed them down.

He wasn’t nearly as naked as Tobirama, he noticed. Staring back at the image of himself made him wonder if he should set the scene a little. Maybe take off his shirt? Pose? What expression should he make? Madara shifted and watched his cock bob from side to side, leering at the reflection his own hardness when an idea occurred to him.

It took several tries to get a picture he liked that actually stayed in focus, then several more tries to figure out how to send it back to Tobirama. If he said so himself it was quite an attractive image with him hunkered down in a similar lounging pose as the other man with one of his hands stroking himself and his eyes closed in bliss.

When his phone began to ring he nearly jumped out of his skin. The screen told him that Tobirama was calling him and Madara stared at it for a few seconds, terrified enough that his erection wilted a little. He didn’t think Tobirama would call him. He’d just…actually he had no idea what he’d meant with this stupid idea. Tit for tat? Payback? Mutual teasing with naked bodies? But if he didn’t answer then he ran the risk of Tobirama just popping in with that infernal jutsu of his so Madara accepted the call with one shaking thumb, his other hand still wrapped protectively around his own cock.

“Hello…” he mumbled, unsure of what the protocol was for talking to someone he’d just sent a racy picture of himself to.

“I thought I told you not to look at it.” Tobirama’s voice sounded oddly breathless in his ear. Madara swallowed thickly as his mind supplied him with several possible reasons why. His thumb absently rubbed small circles around the smooth head of his cock, making him shiver.

“You made me curious,” he admitted.

A few beats of silence followed before Tobirama spoke in a husky rasp, “I think I made you hard.”

“Perhaps. And you?” This was all stupid, so stupid, a bad idea shaped from adrenaline and the shock of sudden arousal. The percentage chance of this all blowing up in his face was astronomically high and yet he couldn’t stop his thumb from continuing to trace light circles, closing his eyes and dropping his head back to strain his ears for the sound of Tobirama’s voice. Had the man always had such an attractive voice or had Madara just not been listening properly?

“Madara…what are you doing right now?”

There were a hundred possible answers he could have given, a million different lies he could have told to stop this situation before it got too far out of hand, but the only animosity left between them was harmless pranks because they made Tobirama laugh and Madara had just enough courage to make a leap of faith. He took a chance in a way he never would have done in the world they lived in before.

“Right now? I’m touching myself while I think about that picture you sent me.”

“Oh.” Tobirama cleared his throat but it didn’t erase the fact that they both heard his voice crack. “R-right now. You’re–? Okay.”

“Do you know what would help?” Madara grinned listening to Tobirama’s breathing speed up.

“What?”

“If I could listen to you touching yourself at the same time.”

He never would have guessed how satisfying it would be to hear the hitch in Tobirama’s breath and the stuttering inhale that followed his statement. Madara shifted his grasp on the phone and squirmed as his thumb moved a little faster. Every fiber of his being wanted to move the entire hand, his blood boiling with anticipation at just the thought of it, but he held off for now. How much more satisfying would it be to have Tobirama join him? To listen to each other fall to pieces even though they were half a village apart.

Very likely he would have trouble looking Tobirama in the eye the next time they saw each other but that was a problem to be considered later. He could worry about his own recklessness and the possible fallouts of this after what promised to be a very satisfying orgasm.

“So, what, you would just…if I…?”

“You’re already touching yourself aren’t you?” Madara cut in smugly.

“Are you?”

“Yeah,” he breathed. “Tell me how you’re touching yourself Tobirama.”

The voice in his ear stumbled through a few syllables, clearly having difficulty doing both tasks at once, but finally he managed to say, “Slowly. I like to do it slowly. With light touches at first.”

Madara kept his eyes closed and groaned freely as his hand began to move at last, root to tip, consciously mimicking the things that were being described to him and trying to imagine it was Tobirama’s pale hand working him. Unsurprisingly, it was pretty easy to imagine. He’d never been more thankful for the perfect recall his eyes granted him.

“Never knew you had any other tattoos. If you were here I’d be tracing it with my tongue.” Madara bucked helplessly in to his fist when Tobirama groaned in his ear. He waited to hear something back, silence stretching until he realized the other man either had no idea what to say or was still too embarrassed to say it. Feeling reckless, he continued to speak his mind without thought for the consequences. “And that piercing. You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you? I’d love to get my teeth around that.”

“It was a dare,” Tobirama murmured finally, making him chuckle.

“Dare you to stroke yourself a little faster,” he said darkly. The other man let out a keening sound that sparked down the length of his spine like a jolt of electricity.

When the breathing in his ear started coming in fits and starts Madara swallowed thickly and moved his own hand faster as well, thrilled in a way he couldn’t describe to know that Tobirama had done so at his behest. His other hand absently pressed the phone so hard to the side of his head he feared the screen might crack, unwilling to miss even the slightest sound.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he asked, grinding the words out between his clenched teeth.

“Fuck – yes – fuck…” Tobirama paused and then he whispered, “I want…to hear youcome.”

Madara groaned again instead of answering. If he had a second hand free he would have reached down between his legs to tease his entrance, maybe spit on his fingers and pressed in with just the tip of one, but to do that he would have to drop the phone. The last thing he was willing to do at that moment was give up the sound of Tobirama right at the edge, so close to glory. So instead he squeezed his eyes closed tighter and constructed the image of the other man on his knees taking Madara in to his mouth, the heat and the suction and the way his red eyes would be narrow and unfocused.

It was just enough. With a violent shudder he came, back arching and teeth grinding, a wordless growl ripping up his throat and immediately echoed from the other end of the call. Madara felt his jaw drop open in a gasp when he realized that Tobirama was coming too, reaching his completion from listening to Madara’s own.  

When the pleasure bordered on pain he let his hand come to rest and slumped backwards against the couch cushions to listen to Tobirama’s panting. His mind was blissfully empty of any thoughts other than how incredibly satisfying that had been, more satisfying than taking care of things himself usually felt. It took several minutes for him to realize that he and Tobirama were sitting in silence and listening to the each other recover in the aftermath. This was a man who, until a half hour ago, he would never thought himself to have any attachment to, had never even considered him as an option. Their shared past had blinded him to any possible attraction before now.

Now he wasn’t sure he would be able to look the man in the eye without wondering what he would taste like in the throes of ecstasy. Madara snapped both eyes open and stared at the ceiling with muted horror as he slowly realized what he’d just done and who he had done it with.

It seemed Tobirama’s mind was following the same paths.

“May I point out,” he heard the man rumble, “that it truly was an accident, me sending you that image.”  

“Hmm. You say that and yet I cannot think of any other reason for you to possess something…like…that…” Madara’s voice trailed off as a sudden thought washed over him like ice water. Why indeed would Tobirama have taken a photograph like that? Had he meant to send it to someone else? Had he taken it for a another person? His panic was cut short when Tobirama snapped at him, slipping easily in to defensive mode.

“You’ve called me narcissistic many times yourself. If you can’t tell what that image is for then I don’t know how to break the news to you.”

“Well I just thought, you know, if it was meant for…”

“Someone else?”

Madara pulled the phone away from his ear so that he could scowl at it briefly, hoping Tobirama would feel his irritation through their connection. Then he brought it back to say, “Clearly. I seem to remember that Inuzuka boy blathering on about something called ‘dick pics’ while he was trying to explain the camera function to me.”

“It was meant to pander to my preference for exhibitionism when at the time I lacked a partner to exhibit myself for.” He paused, a moment in which Madara strained his ears for more. “I am, in fact, still without a partner. A life partner, I mean. Or, well, that’s a bit presumptuous, clearly not every relationship is meant to last for life but what I mean is–”

“Are you asking me to be your partner?”

“Well I was going to but not if you’re going to interrupt me in that tone.”

“Because you don’t actually hate me or because I got you off over the phone?” Madara huffed, using his sticky hand to wrench his clothing back in to place with something like offense settling in his stomach.

Tobirama echoed his huff. “Impossible man. Just hold on a moment.”

Before Madara had time to question what the man wanted him to hold on for there was a surge of chakra across the room and then he was very glad he’d taken the time to stuff himself back inside his pants. Tobirama’s head swung from side to side as he took in the room he had just appeared in, clearly looking for Madara, and he narrowed his eyes when he spotted his prey.

“Are you deliberately this obtuse or do you somehow go through life with your eyes closed without noticing?” the man demanded, crossing the room with long strides to lean over and brace himself against the back of the couch with one hand, shoving his face right up in to Madara’s.

“I am not obtuse!”

“You can’t even tell when someone is flirting with you!”

“That’s – you’ve been flirting with me!?” Madara shoved the idiot away from himself so that he could rise to his feet with indignation. “What are you, five? A little girl pulling pigtails? You annoy me every chance you get and call it flirting? Not even your stupid lump of a brother is that poorly socialized to think that any sane human being would see your actions as some form of courtship ritual!”

“Would you shut up?”

Tobirama sneered in irritation and then hauled Madara up on to his toes for a searing kiss that cut off all further comments. As much as Madara wanted to cling to his argument that absolutely no flirting had happened, he gave in to Tobirama’s very convincing rebuttal rather quickly. It was hands down the best argument he’d ever lost and he did have to admit that the benefits of going along with this far outweighed the downsides. Actually, he couldn’t think of any downsides at all.

He very deliberately avoided thinking about what Hashirama’s reaction would be to this little development.

Groaning in protest when the delicious lips assaulting his own pulled away, Madara gathered what little cantankerous irritation was left in him and glared up at the man towering over him, a little insulted as he always was whenever he noticed again how much taller Tobirama was than him.

“You did send me that ‘dick pic’ on purpose, didn’t you? I know you did.”

“I maintain that it was an accident.”

“Bullshit.”

Tobirama shrugged. “Believe what you will. Although I should probably mention that I believe it was your brother which started the betting pool on when precisely you would clue in to my attentions. I’m not certain who has the spot for this month but we may wish to be discreet for now.” Madara pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I changed my mind. You’re too much trouble, get out of my house.”

“Hmm, so that’s a no on taking a few more personal photographs? These cellular phones are incredibly useful, wouldn’t you say?”

Madara paused to close his eyes and draw in a deep breath, letting it back out slowly before cracking his eyes open again for a very hard glare. He was sort of hoping his new partner might cower under the force of such a sharp expression but instead the only response he got was a single raised eyebrow.

“I hate you,” he grumbled.

“You’ll love what I can do with my tongue, though.”

“Can I take pictures of that?”

Tobirama didn’t answer him but Madara did notice the other man made sure to grab his cellphone as they stumbled down the hall towards his bedroom.  

He still didn’t understand for what purpose he had been given yet another unearned chance at life. Madara had no idea why he and Izuna and the Senju brothers had all been pulled away from what should have been their final rest. But that mattered less and less with every kiss the two of them shared on their stumbling journey down the hall. There didn’t need to be a reason for any of this; what mattered was the fact that he hardly remembered what it felt like to truly hate someone, that he had the life now he had dreamed of for so many years before.

What mattered was Tobirama and the oddly peaceful feeling of leaning in to his embrace. This new future with its strange technologies was no faultless paradise but it certainly had quite a few perks he very much intended to take advantage of like cellphones, dick pics, and the dimmer switch on the electric lightbulbs in his bedroom. Madara had no idea why he had been granted the life he’d always wanted – but he was happy to finally be happy.

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15 Feminist Artists Respond To The Censorship Of Women’s Bodies Online

“n March, artist and poet Rupi Kaur uploaded an image to Instagram, depicting Kaur curled up on the bed in sweats and a t-shirt. She’s also on her period, and the blood has dripped through her pants onto the sheets. The image was flagged and removed from Instagram — twice.”

thank you Instagram for providing me with the exact response my work was created to critique. you deleted my photo twice...

Posted by Rupi Kaur on Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Kaur responded to the act of censorship on Facebook and Tumblr; her posts on both of these platforms were shared over 11,000 times. “Their patriarchy is leaking. Their misogyny is leaking. We will not be censored,” she wrote. Instagram eventually responded, explaining the image was “accidentally removed” — twice.

The incident speaks to a larger issue, the way women’s bodies are sexualized and silenced, shaved and shamed by the mainstream media. We reached out to a group of feminist artists we admire, all of whom use their work to address in some way this so-called “feminine grotesque” — the conversion of the female body into something monstrous, abnormal, obscene. The artists graciously shared their responses to Kaur’s image, and the wider problems surrounding women’s bodies online.

Below, 14 other artists respond to the way women’s bodies are still judged and muffled in 2015:

1. Ellie Hunter

“It’s interesting that Kuar’s image would ‘violate’ Instagram’s terms and conditions, when women and women’s bodies are violated on social media thousands of times every day.”

Ruin Aesthetic, 2014, 60 x 28 x 12 inches, Cement, steel rod, tulle, fabric, and natural dye

“The online world is constantly morphing and updating, and creating new systems of power along the way. While it’s positive that Kuar was able to rally enough activists for Instagram to restore her photo, it’s so typical of Instagram’s hetero-fascist technocracy to sidestep the issue with the excuse that it’s removal was a mistake. I’m interested in work that’s exploring the so called ‘feminine grotesque’ as it addresses everyday, low-level anxiety I feel about my inherent attributes as a human woman, despite my constant efforts to counteract this shame. For me, exposing these tensions is a dual gesture of intimacy and of aggression or activism.”

2. Katya Grokhovsky

“There is a clear message here: cover it up, erase it, shut up, be pretty and clean, don’t show us you are a human woman. In fact, we prefer you were a hairless, ageless, oh-so-cool-sexy, tiny, easily-manipulated, shiny machine-object, not a visceral, bleeding, odor-and-noise-and-fluids-producing, food-needing, bathroom-going, valuable, capable, ambitious, smart, emotion-and pain-feeling, gloriously human being.”

Katya Grokhovsky, One Fine Day, 2014, photo Yan Gi Cheng

“The issue of censorship of women’s bodies in general makes me VERY ANGRY. Bear with me, as I clear my thoughts, whilst scampering around the block, amidst the smoke fumes spattering out of my scorching volcano of fury, quickly filling up my breathing space. The persistent, relentless, frightening removal of the reality of women’s bodies by the media and society at large is simply another tool of misogynistic oppression. Thank you for your work, Rupi Kaur. This is important, and we need to consistently bring this problem to light. Ruthlessly. Please excuse me, as I lie down, due to another volatile bout of extreme, nauseating patriarchy fatigue. “

3. Marilyn Minter

“The culture industry creates these impossible robotic ideals through Photoshopping and editing the human body. I think what Rupi Kaur and others are doing is really kind of a punk rebellion against these images, and it’s about time.”

“I think the work of Rupi Kaur and Petra Collins, as well as anyone else who’s work is involved in the feminine grotesque, is a backlash to the cultural ideal that is perpetuated on women, especially young women. The culture industry creates these impossible robotic ideals through Photoshopping and editing the human body. I think what Rupi Kaur and others are doing is really kind of a punk rebellion against these images, and it’s about time. This type of work is an important counterweight to the images we’re inundated with every day.”

4. Rhiannon Schneiderman

“Why is everyone still so terrified of vaginas?”

“I’ve always loved period-themed photographs. I just love having that mutual understanding with another woman of ‘holy shit, my body does this, we are superior!’ To have that connection with the earth, that natural rhythm — that’s a pretty big fucking deal. These women, like Rupi Kaur, are recognizing that cycle and how important it is and how powerful they are for experiencing it. For Instagram to remove those images is over the effing top — I’ve seen blood before, I’ve definitely seen it on Instagram. How can you censor blood? Because the implication is that it fell out of someone’s vagina? Really?? Then maybe you should censor newborn babies, too. Why is everyone still so terrified of vaginas? I hope Rupi fights this, because it’s bullshit. And if she needs help, give her my contact info.”

5. Rebecca Morgan

“I think the larger scope of the problem comes with the long held taboos of women’s bodies and menstruation, seeing them as something dirty we should hide or be ashamed of. The problem is a societal one.”

Show Off, 2014 Ink on vellum 12.75” x 11”

“There is a lot of creative freedom for women artists within our often insular art world; some of the most challenging and interesting work that is being made on both large and small scale is being made by women artists, some even using the language of femininity, craft, gender roles and subverting and reclaiming it. It’s a powerful and exciting thing to see. [...] It is when images like Rupi and Prabh Kaur’s reach the masses that the subjugating and stigmatizing of women is so glaringly obvious and discouraging. The photographs serve as examples reminding women that they have a voice, a vision and a mark to leave, as well as a reminder that they have nowhere to leave it, and no ears to listen. The more that images like Rupi Kaur’s cross over with social and mainstream media and the more this conversation is articulated publicly, the more normalized and de-stigmatized the female body will hopefully be.”

6. Carolee Schneemann

“Many cultures have envied or demonized this bleeding, which is not of an injury, but rather embodies the power of maternity.”

Blood Work Diary (Detail), 1972 Menstrual Blottings on Tissue, Five 29x23” Panels. Photo by Anthony McCall. Courtesy of the Artist.

“‘Blood Work Diary’ [seen above] was a 1972 sequence of menstrual blottings which established the structural form of a fluid physiological process. Through their repetition I developed a visual continuum which charted the permutation of this bleeding over time. Menstruation is often subject to overflow, noting the commonality of menstrual occurrence, women would tell each other, ‘Once again, I’ve just left my mark!’ Many cultures have envied or demonized this bleeding, which is not of an injury, but rather embodies the power of maternity. Profound taboos sustain traditions of cultural revulsion, which attempt to make women’s biology the site of shame.”

7. Melanie Bonajo

“Perhaps I have become lost in a world so technologically advanced and impersonal that, without me noticing, we reached the point where nobody is born naked anymore.”

“As [I am] so often censored, flagged and deleted after showing a naked female body — which for me speaks of nothing more then trust and innocence, humor, play — the only thing I can add for now is: We are taught there is nothing more normal to watch than executions which look like they are produced by Hollywood’s best production teams without blinking an eye, while at the same time we need to be protected from the sight of a nipple, because such a thing can shock us so greatly we might end up on the psychiatric couch. All this just raises one question to me. Perhaps I have become lost in a world so technologically advanced and impersonal that, without me noticing, we reached the point where nobody is born naked anymore.”

8. Audrey Wollen

“I think there is something very powerful about being labeled monstrous. Perhaps an alternative feminist strategy might be to reframe Instagram’s censorship as a positive thing — because it reveals the point at which we exceed the limits of the status quo.”

“I think the censorship of certain parts of women’s bodies [...] is complicated, because our initial reaction is to insist on the ‘naturalness’ of those parts, to insist on our own normalcy. We end up begging to be assimilated. But I think there is something very powerful about being labeled monstrous. Perhaps an alternative feminist strategy might be to reframe Instagram’s censorship as a positive thing — because it reveals the point at which we exceed the limits of the status quo. Instagram (and other social media) is an inherently normalizing, policing force and our exclusion from that is a sign that the female body still has the ability to horrify, to disrupt. Our very existence, in its unedited, embodied form, is threatening, and I think that is something to revel in, rather than resist.”

9. Zhu Tian

“I think my work says better than I.”

Babe’, 2013, Rubber, human hair, pigment

10. Lessa Millet

“People need to keep speaking up about their Facebooks being shut down, or their images being flagged, to encourage others to ask questions about who is deciding what is ‘offensive,’ and inspire conversations about how that reflects on our society.”

“Both women and art have been censored for centuries. But now, because of the internet — and the fact that we have access to multiple channels of communication where we can share our thoughts — we are able to bring attention to who is censoring us and what is being censored. People need to keep speaking up about their Facebooks being shut down, or their images being flagged, to encourage others to ask questions about who is deciding what is ‘offensive,’ and inspire conversations about how that reflects on our society. To me, one of the fundamental functions of art is precisely that: starting conversations, asking challenging questions, and helping us understand the society and moment we live in. I don’t think censorship is going to disappear, but neither are people going to stop fighting it and standing up for our freedom of expression.”

11. Kenya (Robinson) — as CHEEKY LaSHAE

“That’s how you can tell someone is a feminine. Period. Oh, and birthing a baby, who, not coincidentally, also has a powder named after them, an honor that is shared with foot.”

CHEEKY LaSHAE + The Red Bath Mat, Performance at Mike Shultis Studio, Photo by: Jackson Ray Petty, 2014

“I suppose CHEEKY should be up in box about the Instagram reaction to period blood poetics. CHEEKY prefers to turn the focus on itself — reminiscing about its own menarche — which actually looked like melted chocolate in the crotch of its pantydraws. Having mistaken those first cramps for diarrhea, made for a temporarily confusing discovery. Fortunately, Mama LaSHAE had prepared young CHEEKY with a toolbox of all things menstruation –- tampons, flightless pads, ibuprofen, vaginal (b)itch cream, disposable douches, moist towelettes, newspaper (for disposal) and, of course, feminine powder — because CHEEKY was most certainly a feminine now. ‘Cause of the period. That’s how you can tell someone is a feminine. Period. Oh, and birthing a baby, who, not coincidentally, also has a powder named after them, an honor that is shared with foot.”

12. Casey Jenkins

“The reality is that no one censors dominant cultures, no one censors the most powerful and prevalent points of view — they’re the ones who censorship panders to and minorities and those less powerful just have to cop it while having their own expressions silenced.”

“In theory I’m all for people having the choice to either view or avoid viewing whatever they choose. A whole plethora of things might be triggering and traumatic for people and giving advance notice about the nature of content about to be viewed seems to be a considerate and humane thing to do. There are certainly days when I would rather be prepared before having the visages of either of the leaders of the major political parties in my country slapped in my face, or endless reports about male-dominated sports, all of which I find offensive and depressing. The reality is though that no one censors dominant cultures, no one censors the most powerful and prevalent points of view — they’re the ones who censorship panders to and minorities and those less powerful just have to cop it while having their own expressions silenced.

“All of this just perpetuates and strengthens the positions of already powerful cultural norms. Recently the news report of my ‘Casting Off My Womb’ performance work, posted to YouTube by TV station SBS2 as ‘Vaginal Knitting’, had restrictions around it tightened and it’s now available for viewing only to those 18 years or older (this is after almost 6.5 million views though so it’s probably fair to say that ship has sailed). Most other news reports about the piece had big ‘Warning!’ banners plastered across them also and I’d be curious to hear exactly what it was that self-appointed censors considered so potentially harmful about the piece — the fleeting shot of my pubic hair? The stain of my menstrual blood? [...] When artwork is wrapped in a censorship banner people gear themselves up for horror and tend to see what they’re primed to, rather than what it actually there.”

13. Jenny Sharaf

“Politics aside, this is pretty good marketing on Rupi Kaur’s part. People aren’t usually writing about poems and period art in the breaking news category.”

14. Doreen Garner

“The idea of feminine and grotesque in the negative sense existing as a combined term encourages us to despise biological truths regarding physical progress into womanhood which includes pubic hair, stains, menstrual blood, secretions, and other pungent qualities.”

The Observatory, 2014, Video, Hour Performance inside Glass Box

“Originally, grotesque as a 15th century term is a style of elaborate curves and decorative elements of paintings found in the ruins of Roman caves or grottoes. Today we use it to describe qualities of a person place or object that is repulsive, strange or disgusting. Grotesque as a descriptive element functions in a space of perversion which is simultaneously occupied by my creative practice. The feminine grotesque is a term that I am very much confused by as a woman and as an artist. Constructed by White American misogyny, the idea of feminine and grotesque in the negative sense existing as a combined term encourages us to despise biological truths regarding physical progress into womanhood which includes pubic hair, stains, menstrual blood, secretions, and other pungent qualities. All of which coexist with publicly embraced signifiers of beauty.”

BEFORE YOU GO

Twin Blue Ribbon (diptych), 2011 Graphite and gouache on masonite 6” x 6” and 6” x 6” RM020

Sweet Jug, 2014 Porcelain 7” x 5” x 5” RM015-cer

Internet Creep, 2011 Ink on paper 8.25” x 5” RM050-wop

Prize Jugs, 2011 Graphite and oil on panel 22” x 30”

Hunter or Hipster, Male, 2012 Graphite and oil on panel 26” x 22”

Patina Jug, 2014 Terracotta 7” x 5” x 6”

Self-Portrait as Prisoner, 2012 Graphite and oil on panel

Self-Portrait wearing my favorite scarf and sweater/my face the fattest it’s ever been, 2013 Graphite and oil on panel

Tourist Bumpkin at Dusk, 2011 Graphite and oil on panel 12” x 9”

Bride, 2014 Ink on vellum 14” x 11” RM132-wop

Precious Jug, 2014 Porcelain 7” x 5.5” x 5.5” RM019-cer

Silver Shock Jug, 2014 Porcelain 6.5” x 5” x 5”

Homecoming Picnic, 2012 Graphite and oil on panel 62 x 69”

Hippie Witch Man, 2014 Graphite and gouache on masonite 6” x 6”

Beauty Jug, 2014 Porcelain 7” x 5” x 5”

I Love New York, 2009 Graphite on paper

Small Grey Jug, 2014 Porcelain 6.5” x 4” x 5” RM021-cer

Butt, 2014 Ink on vellum 12.75” x 11”

Untitled, 2014 Ink and gouache on paper 5.5” x 3.5”

Mountain Love, 2013 Ink on Color-aid 9” x 6”

Show Off, 2009 Porcelain 6” x 4.5” x 5.5″

Frank, Priscilla. “15 Feminist Artists Respond To The Censorship Of Women's Bodies Online.” HuffPost. HuffPost, December 7, 2017. https://www.huffpost.com/entry/artists-respond-female-body-censorship-online_n_7042926.

[appearifycallout]

(tw for incest, incest apologism, stalking, death threats, systemfaking/ableism, abuse apologism)

first callout: https://appearifycallout.tumblr.com/post/159542443182/callout-for-tumblr-user-appearifyfuchsianshoruss

It seems we’re back again with calling out tumblr user Appearify. Leon, or Lane, Chase, Miles- or whatever name he has chosen to use to try and separate himself from the monstrous things he did, has been up to more things as of late, more or less warranting a follow up callout to the last. If you haven’t read the last callout, you should (link, in case you couldn’t grab it before you started reading), and if you were swayed by his excuses on that one, here’s a post debunking that.

Leon has “apologized” numerous times for his actions, and has made claims about changing and being a better person, yet this has apparently been a statement ongoing for years, which is why I am writing this callout. I have no intention of bringing harm to Leon or his friendgroup, but instead I’m trying to warn others away from their actions. Anything involving Leon after this I will not take part in, as I am choosing to drop the situation lest something comes up again.

stalking & death threats:

Getting right into it, we have several screenshots worth of Leon’s cronies stalking, harassing, and sending death threats to a user who has tried to actively escape Leon and his friends.

(These were originally deleted from their inbox during a panic attack, but a screenshot from their activity page was salvaged. The Static Collection refers to the system belonging to user staticsignalz, one of Leon’s friends. )

Above, you can see death threats sent to the person who made the debunking of Leon’s “apology” (receipts will be listed in another section). They had changed blogs specifically to escape the hate and personal attacks sent at them from after the callout and the debunking.

The person in question receiving threats and being harassed is a 15-year-old with OSDD, hardly a teenager, and Leon’s ex-datemate, who is currently struggling with PTSD and severe suicidal tendencies because of the situation. Below is a number of harassing messages that were sent to them.

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Below is the protector of the system explaining why they did the things they did.

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The protector owns up to his system’s mistakes, and says that he wants the situation to be over with. Leon’s friends, however, continued to harass them, so much into the point of moving. They moved after only being able to stay on their blog for two months.

On their new blog, they were safe for about two weeks, before they began receiving the hateful messages (refer to the first few screenshots) after a promo for their blog.

One of Leon’s friends states this, saying that his friends found his ex’s blog. Now, this wouldn’t have been a problem if Leon had just silently put the blog URLs on his BYF and moved on. This person is essentially excusing Leon’s abuse to the person found by saying “it was accidental that he encountered their URL”.

(it looks like the response screenshotted above was deleted, but it was in response to one of their system mate’s posts.)

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However, in the post linked, he claims that he “was perfectly content with them being know knows where out in Tumblrspace”. Leon has resorted to blatant lies in order to cover up the fact that he is continuously allowing his friends to harass his ex-datemate (who, again, is already dealing with severe PTSD from him).

The people listed here (aside from the last person(?)) are all victims of Leon’s abuse, and all people who are under 16. Leon states that he simply doesn’t want people who associate with the three following him in his apology, yet they’re compiled on his BYF as if they’re horrible people who hurt him. Chandlerdeans and Fantaspritewiki moved to get away from Leon’s friends’ constant stalking and torment, but the likeliest case is either that his friends have seeked them both out and/or Leon himself has seeked them out.

He makes quick work to distance himself from his image as Leon:

He states, in his tags on the first post, “I’m Jake now”. This is a blatant attempt to distance himself from his former image as an abuser without acknowledging or making any effort to change himself. Which, as a personal victim of his abuse, is extremely upsetting and frustrating to deal with.

To top it off, Leon’s ex-datemate is also kin with Jake English- one who is severely uncomfortable with doubles. Seeing doubles occasionally made (and still makes) them suicidal. Leon knew this, but knowingly kinned Jake anyways, as well as displaying blatant refusal to drop or repress the kin with excuses as to why he “can’t” drop the kin. Very shortly after, he began being more open about shipping JakeJane, which is his ex’s trigger ship. Do what you will with this information.

Incest, incest glorification, abuse apologism + noncon kink (RE):

Ah, speaking of JakeJane, we’re going to be moving on to the next section, we get into Leon’s unhealthy obsession with JakeJane (amongst other incestual/gross ships). Bear in mind that this section will jump the tracks and move onto the proof that his incestual ways tie into the fact that he’s into noncon.

Leon states that JakeJane isn’t incest, as they aren’t “blood related”. While this is true, Jake and Jane are still adopted second cousins-

One’s first instinct upon looking at this screenshot is to say, “well, Jake had a crush on Jane too! They were engaged in Trickster Mode!” Which, unfortunately for you, dear reader, is only partly true, as debunked and explained here in one small screenshot:

However, here, Leon states that it’s not “incest”, but a “fact”. Leon has participated in numerous incestual ships in the past, this only being one in the mixture.

On his BYF, he states:

Despite the fact that JakeJane is incest and abuse.

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In his “apology”, Leon claims that he “used” to like such ships that are blatantly abusive and incestual. He claims that he wants no part of this anymore, however he has seemed to center his blog around JakeJane, a horribly abusive and incestual ship.

He claims that JakeJane “is not incest, because they’re not blood related”, which apparently gives him a pass to be open and practice it in a harmful way to others. He does not use JakeJane to cope. He praises and holds it to the heavens as if it’s healthy and a good situation for Jake English as a character to be in.

In reality, Jane was a horrible friend to him throughout most of the comic (intentionally, this was how Hussie wrote her off, mind you!), and here are some screenshots of many that prove this claim!

People are very, very quick to write this scene off as “it wasn’t Jane’s fault; she was being mind-controlled! She didn’t mean to do it!”, which would be true, if it weren’t for a very strong argument coming from the direction of an old friend who will not be named in this callout due to not being within 10 miles of this situation itself.

Leon has been doing this kind of shit since 2015, mind you, and he states it openly-

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Leon has claimed to not “support” these kinds of ships, like the incestuous ZahhakCest above, yet he still ships JakeJane, which is, believe it or not, still incest. Adoptive cousins, adoptive siblings, half siblings are all still family members. He says he doesn’t support it “in canon,” which was visibly abusive, but that’s like saying none of the abusive stuff ever happened.

Again, note that Leon has never actually been abused, nor has he ever been a victim of incest, so he’s not using these ships to cope, either. Even if he was using it to cope, he’s doing it in the open, where victims of abuse and incest can see.

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The sick fuck flatout admits to having thoughts of rape and murder, as well as the fact that he still indulges in it. While I understand having impulses and intrusive thoughts, there’s one thing that’s wrong with this (besides, wow, everything):

Leon thought it was okay to practice this “kink” around people who were/are harmed by it. He treats rape victims like jokes, and while I hate to scrape the bottom of the barrel like this, keep in mind that Leon has not changed his stance on this at all since 2015, which does not, in the slightest, nullify these arguments.

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Leon blatantly mocks someone with trauma for being angry at him because of his noncon “kink”. He then brushes it off and tries to excuse it.

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He acts as if his actions are not harmful to the people around him; mirroring the way he treated his ex-datemate and their friends. Don’t be misled when Leon says-

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-Because he is not sorry. He is not sorry at all. He will do whatever it takes to infantalize himself, to make himself look like the attacked, not the attacker. He does harmful things to people and throws fits (as shown above) when called out on them, instead attempting to make it about some completely different aspect, blown way out of proportion to push down the matter at hand.

The reason for the debunking post of the “apology” he made was to shed light onto this problem, not to say “this wasn’t good enough!”. The screenshot provided above was literally all Leon needed to say in order for this situation to be put to rest in its dusty coffin, but instead he chose to try and distance himself from his crimes, and act as if they weren’t harmful or wrong to anyone. He gives one apology, one apology in one tiny paragraph, and that’s the end- the rest is excuses.

This is still toxic behaviour that Leon has yet to distance himself from, despite outsider belief.

I tie this into the dilemma of incest shipping, because Leon is very open about what harmful things he does.

ableism/systemfaking:

Leon seems to have a very specific view on PDs and mental illness. Leon’s ex-datemate suffers from untreated BPD, which, as a result, causes explosive anger. As well as this, due to their trauma, they have a trauma response that is to get angry and defensive whenever they feel threatened. Leon believed this action to be bad, and would yell at them constantly for this, resulting in his ex-datemate having more trauma.

Leon blows this way out of proportion, calling himself “an abuse victim”. He believes his ex-datemate’s trauma response (specifically, explosive anger and fear directed towards him for the things he did to them) is “abuse”, and labels himself as such.

While that alone, is an ugly crime in itself, he seems to be infantalizing himself in order to gain sympathy from people by using this as a badge. He is someone who suffers from BPD himself, and did the same thing to his last two datemates multiple times.

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Here, he blatantly admits that he tends to be overdramatic and act entitled, yet he refuses to take any action to change or admit his wrongdoings. He admits to being a horrible person who does terrible things, yet still calls himself an abuse victim. Which, we all know, is not in the slightest true.

Leon lives in a fairly wealthy household with his grandparents, who at the very most, leave him to his own accord on a daily basis, and yell at him at times for not doing chores, but that’s it. Nothing that has happened in the past 3-4 years of Leon’s life can be warranted for him to use the label “abuse victim”.

On another note, and getting right into it- he’s a fake system.

He clearly states that he’s an endogenic system, which, in case you aren’t keen on DID/OSDD knowledge: an endogenic system is a system made to be from "internal origins." It describes the natural occurrence of multiplicity that does not include trauma-based dissociation, or even dissociation of any kind.

(The taker of the screenshot was not very savvy with systems at the time, and still aren't- do excuse their lack of knowledge here.)

In short: fake. Endogenic systems are fake.

In his apology, he refuses to address any of this, even excusing his actions:

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Breaking this down into pieces in two sentences or less for each portion-

1. Nobody asked whether or not he had a professional diagnosis. The writer of the first callout claims that he’s faking because his alters would “die”. 2.  He doesn’t have OSDD-1B, because he’s Endogenic. 3.  The apparent “writer of the callout” only has two Homestuck fictives, the rest are nonfictives kin with Homestuck characters and feel comfortable going by their kin names. 4. This is untrue. Fictives are rare in all systems. It’s literally scientific fact.

He also blatantly sexualizes characters that are his “system mates”, but claims that the posts were not about the particular system mate. In the case of this, Leon, as a system host, should not be treating his “alters” this way, even if he did “get consent” to talk like that. Alters are not toys, they are people with feelings.

Not much else needs to be said here, this mess just sorts itself out.

abuse apologism:

While I hate to be short on this section, not much here really needs to be said, aside from Leon’s response to the first callout, as well as his affiliations to Jane Crocker.

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All of this, essentially, is one big attempt for Leon to excuse and brush off taking any responsibility for his actions. He acts as if he’s sorry in the very beginning, but instead goes on to “provide his viewpoint” on the situation, essentially stating that he believes what he’s done isn’t wrong, problematic, e.t.c., as well as showing that he has a rather large victim complex.

As well as that, he seems to have an affiliation for Jane Crocker, which strikes me as odd, given the fact that Jane is Jake’s abuser. He makes claims that hating her is “misogynistic”, despite not being a girl himself, giving him no room to dispute what is and isn’t misogynistic.

Even going so far as to copy the format of the trend his ex-datemate started to glorify her, Leon has yet to provide evidence that Jane is as innocent and pure as he makes her out to be.

sexualization of minors:

Note that the people in this group chat are as young as fourteen years old. Leon openly hinted at sexual things, and often made sexual passes, going so far as to talk about openly masturbating and sexual things he did with his body.

Leon never received consent to make sexual passes and jokes to the people in the group, assuming that they were comfortable with it from the start. Again, the three people he associated with were minors who, in some degree, have dealt with rape/sexual abuse & sexual harassment.

Although he acknowledged it, he refused to respect the boundaries of his friends, and continuously made sexual passes and advances to his ex-datemate.

Nowhere in his “apology” does he once address this issue, making it about how the callout was filled with “nullified information”. Not once does he apologize for this harmful behavior. He attempts to play the card that his ex-datemate was into this kind of stuff, but in truth, as a rape victim, they were extremely uncomfortable, only refusing to speak up due to their fear of Leon getting angry with them.

things that do not fit into the callout, but should be addressed:

Leon is angry and violent when he doesn't get his way. He is selfish, controlling, and manipulative- using any excuses he may be able to dig up in order to excuse his actions. For years he has been saying that he'll change and become a better person, but continues to refuse to do so. He turned down help when it was offered, and as stated before, he made excuses as to why he couldn’t do what was suggested by his past friends to help him improve.

He openly admits to doing bad things, yes, but while this is true, Leon believes that since he acknowledges his abusive behavior, that he does not have to change it.

Leon is a very dangerous person who, as the previous callout states, uses a myriad of lies and projection to step out of the fires and turmoil he has caused unharmed. This behavior has been going on for years; it has not seized, and it is unlikely that it will.

To Leon, if you are reading this callout, as I know you will, I'm warning you now to spare yourself and just get off the internet. I can only hope you haven't hurt or manipulated your new friends as much as you have with your past victims.

here is a list of Leon's blogs, in case you'd like to block him:

http://appearify.tumblr.com/ http://tavriss.tumblr.com/ http://is-jane-good-today.tumblr.com/ http://horuss-moved234567865.tumblr.com/ http://fuchsians.tumblr.com/ http://mawling.tumblr.com/

Here is one of the Discord servers he is in, in the case that you want to avoid him:

https://obscurekin-net.tumblr.com/post/157801227883/are-you-looking-for-friends-from-your-lesser-known

To anyone reading currently, I thank you for your time, and I hope that your day is well. Please stay safe.

[kemeticcallouts]

Like could you fucking be any more transparent? First you claim that you can't be fucking racist against Jews, then when I tell you to fuck off, you start accusing me of being ~racist~ because??? In an ask about THE HISTORY OF THIS BLOG, I even *mention* Smarmy made it?? SHE DID MAKE IT. I didn't say she fucking RAN it, and you using ME as an excuse to distract from antisemitism ONCE AGAIN is simultaneously hilariously tragic yet totally Kemetic of you.

it’s Smarmy this time! This is gonna be a long one because there are a lot of details I want to cover 100% clearly so there can be no reasonable misinterpretation of what I’m saying here, so buckle in.

First of all, Dame’s original statement was only drawing a distinction between racism -particularly the kind experienced by PoC, including her, who are literally always seen as non-white every second of their lives- and antisemitism experienced by people termed “white Jews”. She then felt, within only a few minutes of posting it, that she was in the wrong and deleted the post, immediately posting an apology before you said anything about it. She told me privately she thought she was wrong and should delete it before your ask about it ever popped up. Please note, my explanation of Dame’s intent is not me saying that I agree or am prepared to comment on the differences between antisemitism and racism; I’m only going over what she meant because your description of the conversation, while technically accurate, portrays Dame as dismissing oppression of Jewish people entirely, which isn’t what she did.

You claimed in another ask (which we are not publishing at the moment in order to contain any drama to one post): “You got caught being antisemitic, deleted the evidence, and now you’re flailing about trying to find a way to discredit the person who accused you. You realized you fucked up by trying to pretend I’m white, so the closest you can come is pretending I’m racist.” Here is her actual statement on the matter: 

I deleted the anon response in question because of my own ruining of that post. I just couldn’t be sure on whether or not I overstepped my bounds and accidentally perpetuated antisemitism or not. I don’t want to make antisemitism seem smaller than the huge deal it really is (even if it is way too specific to be so glibly referred to as “racism”). I also don’t want to label Solo as White the same as I would a white gentile, and it felt dangerously close.

Since we discovered that the blocking was an accident and managed to unblocked Solo, I deleted it. I apologize deeply.

–Mod Birb

So here you are not only wrong about her calling you out on the racist shit you’ve been pulling “to discredit you”, but lying: Birb did not “try to hide the evidence”. She admitted wrongdoing and apologized, deleting the post so it wouldn’t spread, as that’s generally considered the appropriate response when you say something wrong.

Secondly, Birb wrote that bit about how it’s racist to insist I’m in charge of the blog and running it as a way to shut up non-white people i don’t like and the rest of them are just going along with it, as you and several others have done regularly, the night before. (You remember sending that ask well before the second argument happened, don’t you?) She didn’t publish it when she wrote it because we have a policy of having several people okay a post before publishing it (which we’ve also mentioned to you recently). It was in no way a response to your reply to her attempt to differentiate between antisemitism and racism -which, again, she had decided to delete before you said anything.

To “prove” this course of events, of course, I’d have to publish a bunch of private messages of us discussing it with timestamps, which I’m not going to do because even then you’ll claim we somehow staged the whole thing, or faked the images, or will otherwise divert the conversation if you’re backed into a corner and it’s proven why we posted or deleted what we did, in the order that we did. We’re not obligated to reveal private correspondences just to prove at which time things happened, especially when we know you well enough to know it’ll do us fuckall in terms of how you treat us and what you claim happened. However, this is still the truth and I want people to know that, even though it doesn’t fit the narrative you’ve chosen.

Here’s what I can prove, definitively: Your ask did not just “mention” that i started the blog. Here’s a copy paste to remind you: 

“ Nah smarmy specifically made this blog because I pitched a fit at how constantly pathetic y'all are at cleaning up your trash and how I wouldn’t need to do it myself if you did it and how y'all think just blocking and ignoring someone on your personal blog doesn’t help and instead need to be forcibly dragged into the Shame Arena and driven out of the community, and Smarmy went “I’ll make a racism blog for the kemetic watch!!” even though that’s the opposite of what I said. Stop revising history.”

This is not you mentioning I technically “started" this blog by being the one to open it on my account, after a bunch of kemetic PoC had all talked about it and decided to give it a shot. This is you saying that I made the blog because of you. Saying that I went “I’ll make the blog!” of my own volition because it’s what I wanted to do, which isn’t what actually happened. That’s what Dame corrected you on- that it wasn’t entirely my idea, it wasn’t something I just ~decided~ to do, and it sure the hell wasn’t to get back at you or shut you up. Sure, you didn’t say that I was currently running it, but you said its creation was all up to me. After correcting you, Dame then elaborated to point out that I also am not running the blog now, addressing not just things you personally said and implied in your ask, but things people such as KCFTP have said and implied about the project, while specifically mentioning that she was replying to those people too.

Dame wasn’t out of line in the slightest by pointing out that it’s racist to ignore the non-white mods’ role in this blog’s creation in favor of saying “nah smarmy specifically made this blog because I pitched a fit (etc)” because it takes the autonomy and role in creating the blog away from PoC and gives it to a white person. That is a textbook white savior narrative that you described in the ask, and that’s what Dame was talking about when saying it was racist. 

This isn’t a matter of opinion: you said something happened that did not happen. When confronted on it, you changed your story, this time claiming you only “mentioned” I made the blog, rather than what you’d said the first time: that I decided to make the blog as a successor to kemetic watch “because (you) pitched a fit”. Then, you claimed that Dame was making up groundless accusations of racism to distract from something she’s already admitted wrongdoing and apologized for, when in fact her accusation is a response to exactly what the fuck you said. This is gaslighting. In the other asks you sent, you’re also bringing up events that have nothing to do with the current conversation in an attempt to browbeat the person you’re arguing with into backing down because of past mistakes that they’ve already apologized for, or are currently trying to fix ( the latter referring to the accusations aimed toward the entire blog/kemetics in general). This is toxic. 

Continuing to engage with you doesn’t contribute to this blog’s purpose, and is actually a legitimate mental health risk to at least one of our mods, so we won’t be doing it. (Inb4 you go “THEY’RE USING MENTAL HEALTH TO EXCUSE THEIR ACTIONS!”- People have the right to draw boundaries based on their health and needs, end of story. This includes during arguments with you.)

We will not be publishing any more asks from you until and unless this behavior changes. We don’t be deleting them either, if only so that we can have concrete proof of what you say. We won’t block you unless you continuously contact us despite telling you, right now, we aren’t interested in further communication. 

-Smarmy