#because the normal ‘cringe�� word is used too often and too negatively just to insult people having fun

[thereweredragonshere]

I skip all Hiccstrid scenes in Rtte because buffstrid is not canon💔

[slashmagpie]

Gimme that kattmaid mumbo fic mag 🔫

The fact that you're forcing me to write more Kattmaids on main is actually inhumane. ((Some) context for the uninitiated.)

Impulse has no idea what’s going on.

Now, that’s not necessarily out of the ordinary: Hermitcraft is full of very strange, very wonderful things that often leave him confused. Impulse is used to being baffled at his friends’ antics. This, however, is a little bit out of his field of expertise.

Because Mumbo had been mugged, and then had started having a panic attack, and then Grian had appeared out of nowhere and somehow managed to drag them off-server through some back-alley channel to some random deserted world. Which, that alone? Weird. Deeply unsettling and concerning and disconcerting and a bunch of other words with negative connotations.

The thing that’s really throwing Impulse for a loop, though, is the maid dresses.

He had no idea they’d even owned maid dresses, let alone matching ones—and when would Mumbo even have time to put his on? It’s like it’d appeared between blinks. Is this a bit? A prank gone too far? If it is, then it’s far beyond the past of funny and well into the realm of anger-inducing, but as Mumbo shakes in the corner and Grian comes back in, locking the door behind him, Impulse can’t quite bring himself to believe that it’s a prank.

Grian’s first move, upon re-entering, is to try and convince Mumbo to sleep and no, hang on.

“Isn’t there something you two want to talk about first?” Impulse asks.

“Like what?” Impulse raises an eyebrow and folds his arms. “What?”

“Like, oh, I don’t know, what just happened out there?”

“Oh.” Grian blinks like he’s stupid. Impulse knows he’s not. “That. Right. About that.”

“That.”

“Right, so, I’m guessing that—what it seems like has happened, um. When Mumbo stole my soul, it looks like also managed to crib some of my, uh—” He pauses. “Telepathic abilities.”

There’s a long moment of silence. Grian cringes.

“Telepathic abilities,” Impulse repeats slowly.

“...Yeah.”

“You can read minds?”

Grian explains the mind-reading thing. If Impulse is being honest, he’s only half-following, because he’s a little distracted by—well. The layers of taffeta and lace and linen, the golden bell hanging from a collar, and Grian’s ears, fully on display without his beret, only the second time Impulse has seen them in all their years of friendship. And he’s all too aware of, out of the corner of his eye, Mumbo wearing the same thing, the red-and-black maid dress and collar, lacking only the bell. 

Mumbo falls asleep, and then it’s just Impulse and Grian, and Impulse finally gets a chance to ask.

“What’s with the maid dresses?” he blurts.

Grian flinches. “It’s, uh, well, you know.” He shrugs, too-casual. “They come free with your soul?”

“They… what?”

“It’s, like, it’s…” He flounders. “They’re a part of the magic. If you use too much of it… poof!”

“Poof,” Impulse echoes.

Grian nods seriously. “Poof.”

Impulse rubs his temples. He needs a good night’s sleep before he has this conversation. That, or far more coffee than he’s already had. 

He glances up, and does a double-take. “Wait, where’d it go?”

Grian, back in his normal jumper and trousers, shrugs. “I can make it go away, too,” he says, ears flicking nervously. “I’m not…” He glances down at Mumbo, still cuddled up in layers of lace and fabric. “I’ll teach him to hide his too. What he can, anyway.” He reaches up to his neck, to the collar Impulse knows is hidden behind his turtleneck. He glances up at Impulse and frowns. “What are you looking at me like that for?”

Impulse sighs, looking away. “Nothing. Doesn’t matter. I’m glad you talked to him.”

“Well, it’s not like I had a choice.”

“I still feel like a couple of weeks ago you’d have found a way to weasel out of it.”

“I can’t tell how insulted I should feel.”

“It’s not an insult. Just an observation,” Impulse says. He is definitely too tired to be having this conversation. So, he does what any exhausted person would do and abruptly changes the subject. “Have you got any firewood left in here?”

[ghost0loxer]

Imagine, a gender fluid teenager like myself has a favourite/feel-good film and that film is “Just One of the Guys,”from the mid 80s.

Picture this: theatre class, we watch “She’s The Man”, a dreamworks film from the 2000s. And yet, the social justice issues within the film are glaringly obvious to today’s society. Don’t get me wrong, it can be a funny film in a group setting - but then there are scenes that are just uncomfortable. Now, we discussed these themes in class, but I just can’t help but think about the film that came before it. Yes, StM (she’s the mans) is a modern day adaption of Shakespeare’s “Twelfth Night” but I was thinking about the modern day adaption before StM, “Just One of the Guys” from the mid 80s.

I love this film. For multiple reasons, which I hope to discuss.

Number one, our main character. Terry Griffith is stubborn. If she thinks something is right, she won’t let anyone say no or get in her way. Now in some cases, this is great. It’s definitely a shift in the usual romantic comedy female lead (especially for the 80s). But it’s one of her biggest flaws. In the beginning, Terry doesn’t win a contest for a part-time job at the Sun Tribune. She believes her article was amazing, but she speaks with her English teacher and he gives it to her straight. “You don’t have what it takes to be a reporter.” Her article is boring; it’s about the nutritional value of the lunch menu in the school cafeteria, of course it’s boring. But the words her teacher tells her has her convinced it’s because she’s a woman. Thus, she leaves school for two weeks and transfers as a buy to another school who are holding the same competition. Once she gives her article, she is told almost the same thing, but this time, she’s given proper feedback to improve it. Of course, there was some irony with this scene between Terry and the teacher. “Just because you’re guy, doesn’t mean you can’t be sensitive or light.” Thing is, she doesn’t give up, she strives to fix it and finds a new angle. I love her determination, I love the way she doesn’t let others push her around. Furthermore, her transition to a man. In StM, Viola as a guy is made to be cringey and comedic, you watch and think, there’s no way a guy would do that. But Terry, having grown up with a younger brother and is actually smart, manages to nail the role. Sure, she has slip-ups, but she stays afloat and she’s not being over the top. She’s chill and convincing, yet you as the audience can tell she’s trying to appear masculine. Her lines are witty and she’s sharp. Someone has something to say, she’ll be able to backtrack and answer with a joke or sarcasm quickly. I like smart characters.

Another point, the way women are written in this film. A lot of women in this film are treated like shit, but it’s probably a realistic depiction of the 80s. Everyone is talking about dating and sex, it seems to be the only topic the women in this film speak about, unless they are Terry. Terry seems to be the only character in this film whose main goal is not romance or sex. She strives to be a reporter, she wants to prove herself, and she rejects the advances upon her frequently. Whether it’s the boys asking her on dates in halls, or her own boyfriend attempting to seduce her when her parents aren’t home, she doesn’t put them above herself, yet she still lets them down easily, unless they become more pushy (case in point, her boyfriend, Kevin, in the beginning). She can stand up for herself, but she’s not the only one. Her best friend, Denise is one of the many women looking for love, nevertheless, she holds standards. I will admit, I didn’t like Denise’s acting in the beginning; she’s not a great character, but even she manages to reject men’s advances constantly. She’s not afraid to say it bluntly and she expresses her true emotions when certain guys try to ask her out. She tells it to them straight, and I respect her for that (despite her lack of empathy for some). Terry’s brother is constantly hitting on Denise, but she stands her ground. She doesn’t hit him or curse him out, she spins words around him and always lead back to the key word “no.”

This is my third, and maybe final point, (because I’m not great at writing but I’m starting to get tired) the way they handle sexual orientation. It seems if you’re going to make a film about a cross-dressing woman who falls in love with a man, you have to discuss sexuality and this film is not afraid to. That was my biggest beef with StM, when Viola confessed her love to Duke, the made it blatantly clear that it was “weird” and “unusual”; the editing and music cuts. It was done for comedic purposes, but in that moment, it just made me cringe. Even when the principal marched onto the field during the big match to expose Sebastian as “the woman he was all along,” he used a big megaphone and said to the whole crowd this man is in fact a girl. If it were to happen in the real world, and this character was a trans male, that would be traumatizing and so so insensitive. I couldn’t help thinking the way they handled the reveal in StM was poor and shitty.

But with JOotG (just one of the guys)? It’s done respectfully. Throughout the film, Buddy, Terry’s younger, sex-obsessed brother (I have thoughts on this character), often refers to Terry as a transvestite or sexually confused. They make references about her dating other women and jokes. It’s not treated like taboo, but just something people normally talk about, and as a questioning kid when I first watched the film, I really needed that. Although it was used for jokes, the fact that it wasn’t treated like a silent topic made me think more of it and discover who I was; it was media like this that made me accept myself.

Even with the reveal. Kevin, Terry’s boyfriend (or ex boyfriend by the end), stomps up to Terry after she’s wrestled with the school bully and was dumped into the waves at prom. Rick, who’s been Terry’s friend (and is the male lead) throughout her time at his high school, immediately questions who Kevin is and he responds with a harsh and sure “Terry’s boyfriend.” Of course, that doesn’t expose Terry as female, but makes Rick assume she’s a homosexual. But instead of calling her weird or replying negatively, he answers Kevin’s question calmly and says he’s just a friend. There is no prejudice, no disgust, Rick is shocked, but that’s expected. Furthermore, this reveal not only does not alienate homosexuality, it puts the center of focus on the main characters rather than have the whole audience/prom witness this exchange. Sure, the rest of the school is watching but the camera never pans over to them, and even then, Terry drags Rick away from the crowds to a secluded area to explain more.

Even once they’re secluded, Rick doesn’t yell at her or is homophobic. He just says “I understand, you’re gay.” As we know, Terry is not in fact gay and she reveals this to him in a similar fashion as StM, at least it’s not flashing a whole crowd. But the thing that hits me, is the fact that it’s not used as a joke or for comedy. Throughout the film, they’ve mentioned homosexuality and being transgender, but it was used as a light-hearted joke (nothing insulting or derogatory). In this moment, it’s not a joke, and it’s the bare minimum for a emotional scene like this, but it always hits me.

Of course, Rick gets justifiably mad that he’s been deceived and he storms off. Terry’s flaw catches up to her here, as she kisses him in front of the prom guests, stubborn to make him realize how much she cares. ( I didn’t agree with this action to be frank, I cringed ). The crowd gasps and it’s the usual reaction to a homosexual kiss and Rick just pulls back, says “It’s alright everyone, he’s got tits,” and leaves with Deborah.

In true romantic comedy fashion, life moves on. Terry gets the job at the Sun-Tribune after writing her article about posing as a guy and everyone who was longing for love in the beginning has found it, except Terry. The ending, however, is Rick coming back for her after a couple (days? Weeks? Idk all I know is it’s summer by the time he comes back, how much space between prom and summer?) and they kiss, go on a date and all is good.

Now after writing this long ass post, I’ve come to realize the main reason I like this film. Sure, Terry is a good character (not morally sometimes, but she’s interesting to watch), the way women are presented also is good, but my main source of affection for this film (in comparison to StM) is the way they handle the switching of genders. I’m gender fluid, I don’t always like being a woman or a man, I switch almost daily and half the time can’t decide if I want to grow out my hair or cut it. Seeing Terry, originally a woman, manage to convince people she was a guy made me wish I could do it too. It made me realize, I don’t always like being a woman. I want to be a guy sometimes, and I want that to be accepted. It was media like this, like Ouran High School Host Club, like Bare: A Pop Opera, that made me understand my gender and sexuality. (Even media that didn’t have any relation to LGBTQ+ helped).

When I first heard of “She’s the Man”, I had hoped it would be like these pieces of media. And it wasn’t. It was an alright film, but made me feel disappointed and somewhat let down. And that’s why I just prefer Just One of the Guys. Maybe it wouldn’t float in today’s political climate, maybe I’m wrong for seeing these points as reasons it’s one of my favorites, but its still better than StM and is one of my favourite films.

[luckystarchild]

I was discussing this with my writing group earlier and decided that I wanted to collect some more opinions on this, so what're your thoughts on reviews that start out with "I don't really like oc-driven/centric stories, but―" or reviews worded to a similar effect/to the same tune? Personally I just don't find them to be as much of a compliment as the reviewer thinks it is, and wish people wouldn't preface a review with such info.

Soooooo there’s a lot to unpack here. I’ll do it in stages. Sorry if this is more than you wanted... I take asks too seriously sometimes. XD

Why do these types of reviews feel insulting?

The reason these kinds of reviews might not feel so great to the recipient is because they pair a compliment with a qualifier. And combining a compliment with a qualifier is how you structure a backhanded compliment.

Example of pairing a compliment with a qualifier, AKA a backhanded compliment: “Your old haircut was terrible, but your new one is much better.”

The “but” is key here. The compliment-giver said something nice about your appearance, yes, but now you’re walking around feeling badly about the last ten years of your old hairstyle, wondering if everyone who looked at you while you had that old haircut was calling you ugly behind your back.

When someone says, “Normally I hate stories like yours, BUT...” they’re using the structure of a backhanded compliment to pay you a (hopefully legit) compliment. They’re calling you an exception. You’re writing something that’s normally terrible, but you managed to squeak by with something acceptable (against all odds).

Even though you’re an exception, you’re left wondering if other people hate your story because of its sheer concept just like the reviewer initially did. And because they used the structure of a backhanded compliment to express their feelings, you’re left feeling like you did indeed receive a backhanded compliment, even if that wasn’t the reviewer’s intention.

After all, the recipient of a review can’t read a reviewer’s tone. All they can see is how the review was structured, and when the reviewer used the structure of a backhanded compliment, that’s what the recipient feels like they were given.

By pairing the positive with a negative, the reviewer has potentially cancelled out the good, leaving the recipient to focus on the bad. And since humans are hardwired for negative bias, it’s no wonder many people come away from a compliment + qualifier feeling like they’ve been insulted instead of complimented. They can’t help but focus on the bad more than the good, the insult more than the compliment.

What are reviewers REALLY trying to say?

Next we should discuss what reviewers are actually trying to say when they leave reviews of this kind. There are two possible scenarios to consider.

Possibility #1: They’re legitimately trying to pay you a compliment, but they aren’t thinking about how you’ll receive it or what they might be inadvertently implying by using the structure of a backhanded compliment. They actually, truly believe that you would want to know that you are an exception to their reading rules, and that this fact is a high honor. You’ve done something so well, they don’t even care what genre your story is! Your work is great, and the fact that they’d normally hate it due to its genre is AMAZING. You’ve changed their minds about a genre! You defied expectations! They were determined to not like your story, but it’s too good! You broke through their preconceived notions of what they like and MADE THEM LIKE SOMETHING with your writing skill. It’s not a feat all stories can achieve, so the reviewer thinks you should wear that as a badge of honor.

Possibility #2: They’re actually paying you a backhanded compliment and are hoping you’ll get upset. They want you to know they liked your work... but they secretly still think it’s silly, or stupid, or cringe. I won’t elaborate on this opinion because I think we’ll all fill in the blanks with our own worst fears, so there’s no need for me to do the heavy lifting when it comes to this kind of horror.

Which of these things do reviewers actually intend? I can’t say. This is obviously up to the receiver of a particular review to decide. I personally remind myself of Hanlon’s Razor whenever possible: “In misunderstandings, never assume malice where thoughtlessness will do.” It doesn’t necessarily amend the hurt I might feel, depending on how the review is worded and how severe the backhanded compliment structure is... but it does help me make peace with it.

What’s my personal opinion on the matter?

I’m of two minds.

Mind the First: It’s awesome to convert someone to a genre of story they previously hated. OC fics get a (frankly undeserved) bad rap, so I understand that an inevitable portion of readers will come into OC stories predisposed to disliking them. Knowing someone clicked on my story thinking they’d hate it, only to come to love it, is pretty great. It’s like you’ve given other OC fics a chance by being a good representative of that fanfic genre.

Mind the Second: In general, using the structure of a backhanded compliment to pay someone a genuine compliment is confusing and can be an example of poor communication if it’s not worded with enough clarity. Additionally, “I thought I’d hate your story” might be true for a reader, but it probably isn’t a necessary thing to tell an author. Just because you CAN say something doesn’t mean you SHOULD.

Personal Anecdote: A reviewer once told me of my main work, Lucky Child: “I clicked on this story to laugh at it and mock the concept, because it’s sooooo cringey, buuuut... it’s actually pretty great and I grudgingly respect the work you’ve done on it.”

The rest of the review was lovely and very complimentary, but knowing they came to my story intending to make fun of it, being told I wrote for a cringe concept, that they only “grudgingly” respected me... wasn’t the best. Largely because I am secretly afraid that people feel that way, so their review was confirming something I secretly dread. “How many other people are think my concept is cringey?” I found myself worrying. And the word “grudging” made me feel like they resented me for converting them to OC stories, which made me feel... not the best.

I genuinely believe they were trying to be nice and pay me a compliment NOW, but I will admit that I was somewhat unsettled by the comment when it first came in. There were better ways they could have communicated with me, for sure. Again, Hanlon’s Razor came in handy in this instance, and now I look at that review (and reviews like it) positively. But it did take me a while to put aside the negative implications. It helps that Lucky Child gets a comment like this every few weeks, LOL. At some point I’ve gotten used to them. Now I wear them as badges of honor and love receiving them. AGAIN, THOUGH: I’ve had practice. Authors less used to that kind of comment would likely respond the way I did at the beginning.

In conclusion?

In the end, I think using the structure of a backhanded compliment is confusing as heck when what a reviewer INTENDS to do is pay a genuine compliment.

So to reviewers who want to leave remarks like these? I’d say try to structure your comment in a clear way, avoid structuring a compliment like an insult, and be sure you’re not leaving room for miscommunication. Writers are notoriously sensitive creatures (myself included), and their command of language means they’ll read VERY DEEPLY into things if you’re at all ambiguous. Clarity, in all things, is key.

Honestly? Times like these are why I wish we taught more rhetoric in schools. The MANNER in which you communicate a thought can completely negate the CONTENT of your thought if you don’t use the right rhetorical device to communicate it, and using the rhetoric of insults to convey compliments is bad use of language. Mind your rhetorical devices, people! They’re important, especially if you consider yourself a writer.

To writers who receive these comments? I’d say to write down a version of Hanlon’s Razor and to repeat it to yourself often: “In misunderstandings, never assume malice where thoughtlessness will do.” I’m not saying all reviewers who leave this kind of comment are thoughtless, of course. But I AM saying that most of the time during misunderstandings (especially ones that take place on the internet, where you can’t read tone, body language and facial expression), people just don’t realize that their words can be misconstrued for anything other than what they intended. Most of the time, they have the best intentions. But since outcome is more important than intention, that can be cold comfort for those on the receiving end of a badly communicated review.

TL;DR for Reviewers: Don’t leave comments like these if you don’t want to be misunderstood.

TL;DR for Writers: Don’t take comments like these personally, because most reviewers don’t mean them maliciously.

I hope this helps, OP. Sorry if it’s too much!!

[immortalcoelacanth]

PTA: Science Team (HLVRAI Fic 1/3)

*pulls dusty story out of garage and drops it into Tumblr*

I have been trying to finish the first chapter for AGES, and I finally got it done! I crave PTA AU content due to the wholesomeness and angst, and I just had to work on one short fic for this fandom. So, welcome to the first chapter out of three!

Word count: 1788

Summary: PTA meetings are a sham and no one hates them more than Gordon, but upon being forced to miss a “mandatory” meeting because of work, Benrey comes up with a brilliant idea to deal with this problem.

Chapter 1: Hostile Arrangements Require Equally Hostile Solutions

“Fuck! Shit! Okay-okay, I’ll just-motherfucker she did what?!”

Cursing was in Gordon’s nature. He often used it as a way to express his angry, dismay, shock, and all sorts of other negative emotions. As such it was not unusual to see pacing about and spitting insults left and right. 

What was unusual, however, was the fact that he was cursing in his own home. He had a strict swearing free zone in effect as a way to stop Joshua from picking up on any foul language, including a swear jar that tended to fill up whenever Bubby visited. It was quite fortunate that Joshua was currently being distracted by Benrey as the pair had been playing video games together for the past hour or so. 

Or they had been until, in a surprising display of stealth, Benrey crept out of the young boy’s room and slowly approached the frustrated Gordon. 

Gordon, who was currently continuing to quietly yell into his cell phone. 

“Are you kidding me?! I was scheduled for a meeting on the weekend! I have work tonight! How in the FUCK did she-”

“psssst, hey, hey feetman. you might wanna chill out there and, uh, stuff. turn down the volume.” Benrey cut in while pointing the tv remote at Gordon and clicking the volume button. “don’t wanna be a bad boy and teach joshie any naughty words.” 

“Shut the fuck up.” Gordon sighed, no real anger in his voice before redirecting his attention back to the phone call. “No, not you Natasha, it was just Benrey-”

“tell tasha her cookies are baller.”

“Wha-baller? Who the fuck says baller anymore?!” 

“c’moooooooon man, be a bro.”

“Natasha I am so sorry-tell her that yourself!”

“i can’t feeman, you know i don’t have a phone.”

“YOU WERE THE ONE WHO STUCK IT IN THE MICROWAVE!”

“i-i was just chagrin’ the battery with those radio waves, man. ads… they never lie.”

Laughter could be heard coming from the phone in response to the conversation going on between the two men. It was enough to snap Gordon out of his somewhat enraged state and refocus on whatever it was that Natasha was telling him. He gestured for Benrey to leave and only succeeded in shooing the ex-guard to the kitchen so he could have some peace. 

Not that the peace lasted long based on the muttered cursing and general sounds of Gordon stomping around. 

About ten minutes later, the frustrated physicist joined him in the kitchen, quickly making himself a cup of coffee and grumbling under his breath. Welp, looked like this was the perfect moment for some interrogation. 

“soooooo, wha was that about?” Benrey asked as he took another bite of the block of cheese he had been digging into. If you asked him, he’d say it tasted pretty gouda.

Damn, he needed to torment Gordon with more puns again. 

“Fucking-” Gordon exhaled sharply and ran a hand through his messy hair, too angry to noticed how Benrey reached out and gently pulled at some of the locks, watching them bounce and resume their previously curly shape. “Linda.”

Well, there went his good mood. 

Benrey’s eyes immediately narrowed, becoming nothing more than glowing slits in his shadowy face, as a disgruntled frown replaced his previous smile. Even the cheese in his hand seemed to start burning, smoke wafting off it as it began to melt in response to the sheer anger that name invoked in him. 

Linda Smith, the scourge of the neighborhood and one of the most uptight, pieces of shit that Benrey had ever encountered. A narcissist with a massive superiority complex, she constantly put down everyone around her who she thought of as being inferior.

Which was just a cover for how much of a racist shitwad she was, plus there were the various comments she made about fags invading the neighborhood.

An obvious insult aimed at not just Gordon and Benrey, but the other “not normal” couples that lived here and there. Poor Joshua had overheard some of the insults on multiple occasions, and she had called the kid a mutt to his face-

“Benrey? You wanna calm down before you poke holes in the ceiling again?”

Fortunately, Gordon’s exasperated voice snapped Benrey out of his enraged state before he accidentally inflicted more damage to the kitchen. A place that had seen many, many small explosions and fires. At this point, he towered over the other man as sharpened, boney spikes poked out of his back and scrapped the ceiling. Plaster fell and dusted the countertop. 

“oops, s-sorry dude.” Benrey awkwardly shrugged, flesh dripping from his arms and face in a rather gruesome display, not that Gordon was bothered by this. He was used to how… horrific his partner could become. 

Especially when someone mentioned Joshua being hurt or insulted in any way. It was actually quite wholesome thinking about how much Benrey cared about the young boy and how much their friendship had bloomed since they first met. 

“I get it.” Gordon sighed. “She’s such a bitch she’d make anyone Hulk out.”

“ten points for the ref there, feetman.”

The physicist somewhat seriously flipped Benrey off, making him laugh, before continuing to rant about the purpose of the now finished phone call. 

“I still can’t believe that stupid school listened to her, and I’m not the only one getting fucked over here!” He spat. “I can’t just drop out-”

It was at this moment that the source of Gordon’s rage dawned on Benrey, and the ex-guard spoke up. “wait, the school thingy?”

“You mean meeting?”

“ya.”

Gordon groaned and hid his face in his hands. “The MEETING! Linda fucked up my schedule! I don’t know what she said to the administrator, but they canceled the weekend meeting I was booked for and rescheduled me for tonight. When I have WORK!”

Benrey winced in sympathy and reached out to pat Gordon’s shoulder with his not cheese coated hand. “damn, th-that’s a real cringe move. can’t you get, uh, joshie’s mom to take care of it? s...shea?”

“I can’t,” Gordon muttered, face muffled by his hands. “Shea’s been on a business trip for some conference and she gets back in five days.”

“oooooh, that’s why you’ve had little josh bro for so long?”

Rather than respond, the physicist just continued to groan and hide his face in his hands as he tried to figure out how to fix the mess he had been caught up in. 

Joshua’s school had a very… specific structure to how it was run. Standard funding and where it would be directed was determined by the staff, however, sometimes the school would receive donations or raise large amounts of money through fairs and other events. 

And it was how this extra funding would be spent that the local community had the chance to weigh in on. Determining if it should be used to get more sports supplies, help fund after school programs, or be used to help make the school more accessible. 

The ramp that had been added two years ago was one such example of the potential good that these extra funds had, however there was one problem with this process. 

All parents were required to attend a meeting and voice their thoughts. This was a rather new development that had been added after a small group of disgruntled parents, ones who had objected to using the extra funds to improve the school and arguing that it should go towards planning fun trips instead, had tried to sue the school board. 

Of course, the case had immediately been thrown out and dismissed, but it had set a dangerous precedent. A precedent that now made it mandatory for all parents to attend one meeting to determine their opinions on where the funding should be used and write it down so they could not claim their voices had not been heard. 

Honestly, it was such a stupid arrangement in Gordon’s opinion. Why not just send out an email? Or forms that kids could take home to their parents. It was so… disruptive and annoying, especially for single parents who had to work long hours. 

Like him. 

His hands tensed, nails nearly dug into his skin before Benrey carefully moved them, holding them. As Gordon looked up, the ex-guard sent him an awkward yet warm smile. An attempt at reassuring him that things would turn out alright. 

“hey... you-you gotta chillax feetman, things’ll be okay-”

“How the hell am I supposed to chillax in this situation?!” Gordon barked as he removed his hands from Benrey’s, shoved himself out of his seat, and began pacing around, furiously staring at the floor. 

“I’ve been fucked over by some racist bitch! Joshua needs someone there and it has to be someone who has some kind of guardianship over him for that stupid funding bullshit!”

As his partner raged on about the unfairness and overall stupidity of the situation, Benrey decided that it was time to think. To think, and plot, and come up with something that would hopefully calm Gordon down while solving the problem that Linda had caused. 

Simply put, Joshua needed someone who had designated guardianship over him to be present during the meeting to act in his best interests. Not surprisingly, Benrey did not have this title due as both he and Gordon had agreed that it would not be the best idea due to both his inhumane nature and the potential destruction he might cause. 

But, that did not mean that only Shea and Gordon were listed as the young boy’s guardians. There was one other who had been granted the title in case of an emergency, although his presence had never been needed up until this point, which was probably why Gordon had forgotten about him in his stressed out state. 

Dr. Coomer, one of Joshua’s “grandpas”. 

And, of course, if one member of the Science Team went somewhere, then the rest had to follow. The Science Team stuck together through thick and thin, no matter the strife or struggle and always left chaos in their wake. 

Hostile arrangements required equally hostile solutions, after all. 

“this is gonna be baller.” Benrey chuckled, his eyes flashing brightly at the brilliance of his plan. Now all he had to do was get Gordon to agree to it.

“pssst, yo, xen to gaydon.”

There was something about the tone that Benrey’s voice took on that snapped Gordon out of his ranting. How calm and collected he sounded, the coherency and confidence in his words. Somewhat concerned, the physicist turned around and saw the scheming look in the ex-guard’s glowing eyes as his fingers drummed on the table. 

“feetman, i got a plan.”

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I would like to make it clear that no offense is intended towards anyone named Linda, aside from the one racist Linda I know that she was named after who will never, ever read this so my sins will forever remain unknown :>

[creativitymouth]

The World Forgetting By The World Forgotten Pt.2

A/N - Chapter 2 takes place during 6th and 7th Grade. The Journey to the world of IT will begin in Chapter 4.

Summary: (Y/N) Experiences the plight of new friendships and old feelings. Age Up, SlowBurn!RichieTozierxFemale!Reader

Trigger Warning: Slight Depressive Themes

Chapter 2:

6th Grade - 1984

Richie Tozier had a problem, a very big problem. He was known for his slick tongue, and the rude way he talked to women. He had come off as a misogynist to that many women who didn’t know him. The older woman in the neighborhood always made sure that their daughters stayed away from the problematic Tozier child. So, your small group just assumed that he couldn’t feel. At least not in a serious way, the poor kid had a new crush every week. None of that reasoned why couldn’t he shake this one. For Christs sake it had been almost a month. You had your arm around Richie’s shoulder and was talking with a huge smile on your face. Richie, though he wasn’t paying any attention to what you were saying couldn’t help but smile back as his stomach was overcome by butterflies at the feeling of your hand on him. Suddenly you were saying his name, shaking his shoulders dramatically. He had been so lost in his thoughts that everything was flying over his head.

“Rich!” You announced.

“Huh, what did Eddie's mom die of cardiac arrest?”

“Beep Beep, Richie.” You said, smiling despite the insult. Eddie yelled out a faint hey, reminding Richie that he wasn’t funny.

“Okay, so what is it?” Richie asked you, hyper aware of just how close you were to him.

“I was telling you guys about how Kyle Henderson told me I looked really nice with my new hairstyle. And since, you know, you guys are guys, I was wondering if that meant he liked me back.” Back. The word slammed into Richie like a freight train. Back meant that you liked him too. It meant that you liked Kyle, it meant that you didn’t like Richie. Richie shrugged your hands off his shoulders and glared at the ground. He shouldn’t have been this hurt anyway. Last year Stanley crushed you for about 3 months, and Richie had edged him on to ask you out. In the 2nd grade Bill liked you as well. Richie could even recall your faint crush on Bill before he had kissed Beverly. Your eyebrows scrunched up in confusion, Richie never minded you touching him before. Nevertheless, you shoved your hands into your pockets awkwardly and continued speaking. “William says he always wants to compliment Beverly, to show he likes her but I know these guys know nothing about love. You’re the love guru,” you say sarcastically knowing how many crushes he’s had in the past, “gimme your opinion.”

“I know lots about love!” Stan said loudly. “I’ve studied the way birds feel for each other, so I’m not completely oblivious you know.”

“This is human feelings not birds Stanley. I doubt Kyle wants to watch me feed kids food from my mouth.” You said exasperatedly.

“That image is forever burned into my head now, thank you.” Eddie said as he made a gagging motion.

“I need some real advice here, I don’t want to be like William and just pine after my crush for forever.” Richie still hadn’t responded, he was looking at the ground with his fists tightly clenched. He didn’t like this burning feeling in his chest. He didn’t like the emptiness in his stomach. And he didn’t like having feelings for you. He had seen first hand what love did to people, his mother and father a prime example. The only thing he liked at the moment, was the thought of Kyle getting hit by a truck.

“Hey. Stop with the wi-william thing. I-i-it’s been 4 years. Give it a b-b-break.” Bill scolded you. “A-a-and -”

“You don’t pine after Beverly, got it.” You interrupted before looking back to Richie. “So, Richie Rich, opinions?”

“My opinion?” Richie said bitterly before looking up at you. His sweaty palms making it hard for him to keep his fist clenched. “You want my fucking opinion?”

“That's what she just said.” Eddie said as you nodded.

“I think you need to stop opening your damn legs for every fucking guy you think is cute, have some fucking pride. You should stop being such a fucking whore.” Richie said before briskly walking away and getting on his bike. He didn’t know why he had just snapped at you, but there was no room for regret in him. The guys all stood with their mouths wide open. Sure, Richie had always said the worst things at the most impossible times, but he was never downright cruel.

“(Y/N).” Eddie spoke up touching your shoulder. You turned around too fast and Stan was sure he saw your neck break. You wiped at your eyes before smiling weakly.

“Oh! Don’t we have to go pick up your prescriptions Eddie?”

“Yeah but, -”

“Great!” You clapped your hands together walking over to your bike. “We’ll catch you guys on the flip side!” You yelled back towards Stan and Billy. You were never one who wanted to focus on negative emotions, you just let it all build up until you had a moment alone. When you would get home, and sit on your bed and just cry for hours. You struggled with most things, and found little enjoyment in others but you often knew how to put on a happy face. So, though Richie Tozier’s words had stung a good deal, you swallowed them down and acted as happy as you could.

“What j-j-just happened?” Billy turned to Stan after Eddie shot them a concerned look as you pedaled away faster than normal.

“I have no idea.” Stan shook his head.

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In the heated events of earlier in the day, you had completely forgotten the navy-blue fanny pack you had stored in your bookbag. You’d seen it while out on a shopping trip with your mother and she hadn’t even noticed as you dropped it in her cart and then snuck it back out after she paid for it. The thing had Eddie written all over it, and he could use it to carry his medicines instead of the paper bag he’d been using since you met him 4 years ago. When Eddie finished filling out his prescription and was beginning to walk out the store you waved at him to stop.

“Eds!” He cringed, “Hold up a minute okay?”

“(Y/N)?” Eddie couldn’t help but notice the tension in your shoulders and the cold smile plastered to your face. He knew the thing with Richie had affected you, but he also knew better than to pry. After all they all called you the happy one, and once in 3rd grade Stanley had referred to you as their personal sunshine. He shook the thoughts away and focused on you rummaging in your bag instead.

“Close your eyes!” You said, genuine happiness beginning to grow back into your voice. He wanted to complain but he didn’t want to make you sad again. With a groan, he complied. “Stick your hands out.” You said in a singsong voice.

“You’re not going to give me something gross right?” He scratched his arm, his eyes still tightly closed.

“Who do I look like, Tozier?” You asked. Your voice cracked slightly at the mention of Richie, but you shook it off soon enough. The one stage plays rebeginning it’s production. Eddie shook his head in response, then stuck his hands out. You took the fanny pack from its position in the white plastic bag and sat it softly in Eddie's hands. “Open now.”

“Woah.” Was Eddie's only response as he stared at it. He looked up at you, a bright smile on his face. “You got this for me?”

“Duh!” You exclaimed bouncing on your toes. ‘“I saw it in the store and just had to get it for you.” You stretched the truth a little. Knowing the only reason, you were able to grab it was because of your mother's ignorance to your presence. “Now you don’t have to hold the medicine in your brown bag. You can put it in the fanny pack.” Unexpectedly, Eddie hugged you tightly. Mumbling thank you into your shirt. You chuckled hugging him back, before he pulled away. He immediately began dumping his medicines into the fanny pack, clipping it around his waist before swirling it around.

“How do I look?”

“Amazing!” You exclaimed, taking his hand in yours as you both exited the pharmacy.

It doesn’t feel the same from when I hold Richie's hand you thought to yourself before shaking the it away. In your excitement with the gift giving neither of you had seen Henry Bowers and his gang loitering outside the pharmacy waiting for you.

“Hey there, hot stuff.” Henry said when he saw you. You blanched immediately, shoving Eddie behind you. Henry Bowers was a predator, and up until this year you had been to him exactly what you were to the rest of the boys. Prey. But suddenly when the first day of school started and you came to school in leggings instead of baggy jeans, Henry took a different kind of interest in you. “What are you doing hanging out with this loser again?” He motioned behind you to Eddie. You swallowed your fear.  “I thought I invited you to hang out with me.”

“He isn’t a loser he’s my friend.” You spat out. “And I would never choose to spend time with you.”

“We can be friends instead.” Henry said approaching you as he ignored your previous comment. Eddie held your hand tightly as you continued to stand protectively in front of him. In your intense focus on Henry you hadn’t noticed Victor and Patrick moving, and they were able to pry Eddie from your grip.

“Hey!” You yelled as Patrick held Eddie high in the air by the collar of his shirt. “Put him down you big oaf!” You went to make a move when Henry slammed a hand on the glass next to your head violently. You knew Mr. Keene had heard, but you also knew he didn’t care. If the blood wasn’t shed in his store it didn’t matter.

“Kiss me, and I’ll let your friend go.”

“What?” Your voice squeaked loudly. You had never kissed anyone in your life, you were only 11 and still hadn’t truly figured out what feelings were. So, when 14-year-old Henry Bowers demanded a kiss, you felt sick.

“Kiss me,” He repeated, “or your friend gets it.” Patrick shook Eddie roughly, causing him to wheeze with nerves.

“You’re going to give him an asthma attack! Stop it!” You yelled at Patrick who continued to shake Eddie.

“Kiss me!”

“Don't do it (Y/N)!” Eddie yelled, panting. Victor punched Eddie in the stomach for the interruption and your friend nearly heaved.

“Okay!” You screamed. “But,” You took a deep breath, “put him down first.” Henry smiled victoriously before nodding at Patrick to put Eddie down. Once Eddie was on his feet and taking pumps of his asthma pump, you exhaled. Leaning in towards Henry before kicking him roughly in the groin. Henry fell over in pain holding himself and cursing up a storm. In the distraction you grabbed Eddie's hand in yours and took off running down the hill towards where you left your bikes.

“That was sexy (Y/N)!” Henry yelled as cackled behind you. Your stomach turned, sexy? What did that even indicate. You heard your dad call your mom that, but usually it was only before they locked themselves in the room for the night. You had been called Pretty and Cute but never Sexy, the word made your skin crawl with unease, whatever it meant, you didn’t want Henry Bowers to think you were it.

You and Eddie didn’t turn around as you jumped on your bikes and pedaled far away.

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It took Richie 2 full days of ignoring you before he decided to apologize. For those 2 days you acted as though it didn’t bother you, and continued with the other losers. Though Bill asked repeatedly if you were okay, you always responded with “absolutely” even if there was a small hole in your heart. One the size of red rimmed glasses. On the ending of the 3rd day, you had just hung up the phone from a conversation with Bill about the phrase “He thrusts his fists against the post, and still insists he sees the ghost.” You insisted that you didn’t know what it meant and made William say it several times before you pretended to finally get it. You had just wanted to make him practice his stutter. There was an insistent knocking on the door after the phone call that made you jump. You looked down the hall to your parent’s room, only just then noticing they weren’t home. You shrugged, trying to convince yourself you were unaffected before going down the stairs and opening the door. You gasped when you saw who it was. Trashmouth Tozier was standing there sheepishly, he had flowers in his hands and was chewing on the skin of his thumb. He didn’t look up at you as he spoke.

“I’m sorry.” He said as he thrust the flowers out. You frowned, and took them from him. You had waited for something from him for 3 days. When you’d get home all you could think about was if you done something so terrible to Rich that he’d call you a whore. Then you went through the process of wondering if you were.

“Yeah.” You responded awkwardly, repeatedly shifting the weight on your feet.

“Stan told me you really like Hydrangeas, so I picked those.”

“Thanks, I think.” The silence stretched out, it was the first time since ever meeting the losers that you felt uncomfortable. The guys were your safe space, you could hide from your empty thoughts and home. Sometimes, you felt that you were only living to survive but when you surround yourself with the love the boys gave you the feelings were dissipated.

“Um -” he looked up finally. “Look, I - I shouldn’t have said all those terrible things. And I shouldn’t have ignored you.” You nodded in agreement. “Fuck, I was just nervous that your interest in Kyle would mean you wouldn’t hang out with the losers anymore and I would miss you,” Rich paused seeming to realize just how much he meant those words, “we would all really fucking miss you because no one would fucking be around to be a pain in the ass to us anymore, though you’re my - i mean our pain in the ass and -”

“Beep Beep, Richie.” You said as you flung yourself at him hugging him tightly. His heart skipped at the touch, though he was saddened by the unsaid words. You hugged him for what felt like too long to be friendly, but neither of you let go. He had told Eddie about his non-fleeting crush towards you, and Eddie had told him to tell you. But he couldn't, he’d rather have you as a friend then as nothing. “I would never abandon any of you guys, you’re my family.” His chest constricted, for some reason the word family made him feel awkward. The last thing he wanted was to be your brother figure. You’d led him upstairs after the hug and he lied and told you he wanted to hear all about your crush on Kyle Henderson. You’d smiled widely, though something in your chest twisted. You ignored it, figuring it was excitement to discuss your new crush.

“Well the other day, he pushed hair back from my face and then -” your voice faded out as Richie forced a smile and nodded along to whatever you were saying. He tried to ignore the cracking in his heart each time you said a name that wasn’t his.

7th Grade - 1985

You were on your way home from another day of helping William babysit Georgie. It wasn’t that he couldn’t do it on his own, he just liked the extra company. You smiled thinking about how big Georgie was getting. You smiled more, remembering how Georgie had been just 1 years old when you met him. Then, you smiled wider remembering how Georgie had thrown up all over Richie the first time he held them. It was then that Richie had sworn of children, but you imagined he’d make a great father. You’d all laughed for hours after about the white spit up stain on Richie's pineapple button-up shirt. Your memories were short lived when you spotted a figure hunched over on the sidewalk. You stopped walking standing there for a second peering at the kid leaned over. It took you a moment to recognize him as Michael Hanlon, the home-schooled boy. You leaned your bike against a nearby tree before walking towards him. It wasn’t in your blood to abandon someone who obviously needed your help.

“Hey,” you said as gently as you could, “are you okay?” Mike didn’t look up at you, expecting you to walk away since he didn’t respond. He heard shuffling from in front of him and assumed you were leaving, so when you sat beside him he was shocked. “Mike?” He looked up at this.

“You know my name?”

“Uh, yeah.” You smiled widely, which was common for you. Bright, reassuring smiles were kind of your thing. “I live like 4 blocks away from where you work.”

“Oh.” His smile fell. “Cool.” Mike wasn’t completely comfortable talking to you; his grandfather had told him about the prejudices that came along with Derry. Just because you smiled brightly doesn’t mean your heart shined the same way. You pouted at his insistence to shrug you off.

“Well, I’m (Y/N).” He nodded but offered nothing more. His foot kicking at the pebbles on the ground. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“Your parents own a couple of properties around here. Right?”

“Yeah,” you frowned “they’re big investors. The rich, snobby, hats off to you, type.” Mike smiled a little bit when you took off a nonexistent hat from your head. “So, Mike, since we’re friends now,” Mike raised an eyebrow causing you to smile again, “why don’t you tell me what’s bothering you.”

“Nothing.” He answered hurriedly.

“The lies.” You shook your finger at him. “You lie, you cheat; you cheat, you steal; you steal, you do anything.” You repeated the phrase you had heard your mom say countless times. Mike sighed before shrugging his shoulders. What harm could be done? He couldn’t make his Grandfather more disappointed in him then he already was. They say when you hit rock-bottom there isn’t anywhere to go but up. So, Mike told you. He told you all about having to shoot animals in the head, his grandfather's insistence that everyone in the town was evil, how Henry Bowers harassed him every chance he got, and the expectation that he live up to be his father. He told you about his parent’s death and how he still felt like he heard them screaming for help sometimes. Mike talked until his throat was sore, and until you knew almost every inch about him. You sat there and nodded along, your hand resting on the top of his. You didn’t have the right words to say to fix this, or fix him. Instead, once he finished talking you hugged him. You hugged him hard and told him that when he gets older he should leave this town and their stereotypes behind.

“Mikey,” you pulled away from the hug and stood up, “how about you take me to this farm of yours and I help you out.”

“Girl’s don’t -”

“Girls can do anything guys can do.” You stated rapidly before he could finish, causing him to smile. “Now, I can’t say I’ll shoot an animal in the head, but I’ll sure as hell hold your hand while you do.” Mike thought about this for a second, he had never had any real friends. Some fleeting kids he’d hang out with for a few weeks before they eventually forgot about him and moved on. But, you seemed to generally care about him and his troubles though having just met.

Michael Hanlon smiled. He smiled and led you towards him farm where a friendship would blossom. Not the fleeting ones he was used to having, but one where he felt you cared about him just as much as he cared about you. Mike would never go more than three days without you appearing at his farm, sitting on a stack of hay singing Old McMike. A rendition of Old McDonald you’d come up with just for him. You told Mike about the losers, and he taught you about how to farm. Several times you had asked Mike to meet the losers, but he always told you that he wasn’t ready to make more friends.

“I’m afraid.” He’d admit. “I’m afraid of how they’ll see me, just another homeschooled black kid with dead parents.”

“Mike, they aren’t like that I swear. I mean, Richie might make a rude comment or 12, and Eddie might put on hand sanitizer after touching you, but that’s the extent of their issues. They’re great guys.”

“Maybe another time (Y/N).” he’d say. You’d frown but eventually relent.

The Losers were generally confused by your absence, they were used to being your whole world. Sometimes Stan would show up at your house and was offended that you weren’t there or with any of the other losers. Richie attributed this to Kyle Henderson, your long-time crush, and on again off again boyfriend, but you assured them that you didn’t even take Kyle that seriously.

“I’m too young for real love.” You’d say all the time and all the losers would roll their eyes.

They each had their own ideas of where you disappeared off too, they had no idea about Mike Hanlon and Mike asked you to keep it that way.

[punkcherries]

get ready to rrrrrumble

jesus christ this is a long ass submission so uh puts it in a read more also puts my txt in bold so its easier to read 👍

Right, so I’ve just read everything that happened in the last few asks you got and I’m just gonna sit down and tell you this right now. You better strap the fuck in because this is long and if you’re not gonna read it, shame on you, because all of this is specifically about YOU and the problems people have with you (the people Blu mentioned). First off, I’m not Blu, so don’t go and start calling him names in your server because you’re finally, FINALLY, being called out on all the bullshit you do. I used to be your friend, I left on semi-good terms, and this entire thing is going to explain WHY I left + why you need to square the fuck up.

sounds like fun whoever u are

You need to get your shit together and seriously change yourself, but of course you’re not gonna do that, because you’re an incompetent piece of shit who has your head so far up your ass you can’t see all the things you do wrong. You act like you’re the person who suffers the most, and that anytime anyone is rude to you it’s THEIR fault, not the fact that you did something terrible to someone or that you started some drama. I’ve been fed up with this shit for months, and have been hesitant to say anything directly to your face, because you don’t even know me that well and we hardly talked. We did interact a few times, but those few times were absolute hell to me, because I must have literally retracted some kind of disease just from being near you. You are the fucking EMBODIMENT of tumblrina, and it’s so fucking sad because you weren’t like this before (based on what a few others have told me).

the use of tumblrina here is jus makin me laugh ur a funny guy buddy but i feel like my past self is worse thn my current self like past me participated in cringe culture so like ew

The way you talk? Absolutely fucking horrid. Sit the fuck up and talk like a normal goddamn human being. I’m here to talk to you, not to decipher some 57 commas and abhorrid shortening of words. Jesus fucking Christ Sombre, I can understand Internet slang and cutting some words up, but you fucking butcher the English language so bad it literally sounds like a toddler having a stroke while mashing at their keyboard. It’s “that” not “tht”, it’s “thing” not “thng”, it’s “something” not “smth”, and for GOD FUCKING SAKES IT’S “THE” NOT “TH”. ARE YOU LITERALLY SO FUCKING LAZY THAT YOU CAN’T EVEN TYPE “THE”, A THREE LETTER WORD. I don’t give a shit if you’re talking like this to sound like an anxious uwu tumblr piece of SHIT, it sounds fucking IDIOTIC and it’s an ABSO-FUCKING-LUTE PAIN TO READ.

language is fake and is mostly just sounds we give meaning, im very sorry if you have trouble reading the way i type and id be more than happy to try and not speak to you like i usually do to everyone else if you just asked politely and talked it out with me (tho the idiotic part is accurate im not very smart lmao)

SPEAKING OF YOUR TUMBLR, LET’S TALK ABOUT YOUR UPSET.TXT TAG. If you think anyone is gonna pity you, SPOILER ALERT! THEY’RE FUCKING NOT. Unless they’re your shitty “friends”, NOBODY fucking gives a shit, alrighty? Speaking from my perspective and a few others, nobody’s gonna see this venting on their dashboard and give two shits. Unless they’re your mutuals, they won’t care and it just leaves a bad impression. It’s pathetic how when ANYTHING negative happens to you, you decide to take to Tumblr to boo hoo crypost about it. You wanna vent? You wanna cry yourself to sleep? Cool, talk about it on your server, NOT FUCKING TUMBLR, WHERE LITERALLY ANYONE CAN SEE IT. This is just like how Facebook used to be, you see these posts of people posting personal shit and getting bit in the ass for it later, YEAH WELL THAT’S WHAT’S HAPPENING TO YOU RIGHT NOW BUDDY. DON’T LIKE IT? DON’T FUCKING VENT ON TUMBLR.

i rarely vent on here dude like?? do you see the time gaps between the posts in my vent tag? its also my blog so i can post whatever i like as long as im not hurting anyone yo, plus the point of venting for me at least isnt to like get attention or sympathy its to let off some steam not to mention most to all of my vent posts are vague as hell so like…. why do you even care though?? if i get bit in the ass then thats my problem not yours

Right, so let’s talk about your “im gay” tag too! You identify as male, correct? That’s cool! Congrats. But you’re not gay if you clearly show an interest in girls. Doesn’t matter if they’re fictional or not. Your “im gay” tag is filled with girls (Bismuth, some anime girl, pinup girls). NEWSFLASH ASSHOLE! You’re male, those are females! Opposite genders! That means you’re NOT GAY! WOAAAAAH! So who are you to be reblogging and posting all this shit about how hetero people are the devil, hetero people are the worst wah wah, when you yourself identify as a guy and clearly seem to be interested in girls, even if just a little?

dude i used to identify as nonbinary i only recently started identifying as male, hell i used to identify as female ages back so like? the posts in that tag are most to all old and i do realize my attraction to girls isnt gay, hence why ive only been referring to my attraction to dudes as me being gay post-male identification i guess

Speaking of all the heterophobic shit you reblog, have you not considered it could make some of your followers feel absolutely terrible? I’m bi myself, I like both guys and girls, but holy FUCK when I see that shit on your blog it makes me feel guilty for liking guys at all! Is that how you want people to feel? Whether they’re pan, bi, or straight, that shit’s literally so fucking damaging and it sure as hell hurts to see! And don’t throw that “some of those posts are jokes” bullshit at me, because guess the fuck what! They may be jokes to people who aren’t hetero, but they sure as hell don’t seem like jokes to those who are! How would you feel if I made a joke that was even SLIGHTLY negative towards homosexuals? Wait, no, don’t answer that, because I already know how you’d feel. You’d get pissy, you’d stomp your little baby feet over to Tumblr, and then crypost about it, saying you’re facing homophobia and being harassed blah blah blah.

HETEROPHOBIC IM LAUGHING…. buddy…. pal…. heterophobia is fake and im very sorry if those post make you feel bad as a bisexual person (im also bi so) but heterophobia isnt actually a thing, comparing jokes directed at straight people to lgbtphobia is inherently lgbtphobic as it compares little jokes most to all directed at bigoted/ignorant straights to something that can often result in the actual literal death of hundreds of people for their gender/orientation- that doesnt happen to straight people dude

Also: you don’t have autism. Were you officially diagnosed? Because I’m gonna be real fuckin’ honest, it doesn’t sound like you have autism. You sure have something, hoh yeah, but it’s sure as hell not autism. You put your “autism” up on a pedestal and act like it’s one of the only things about you, like no hunty, your mental illness doesn’t define you. Nobody gives a shit, okay? Your mental illness isn’t an excuse to act like a literal fuckface, it’s not an excuse to treat people like shit, and it sure as hell isn’t an excuse to blame everything on others and make yourself out to be the good guy because “my autism made me anxious or forget things ;w;”. This is the exact kind of tumblrina thing I’m talking about, people on this goddamn website act like their mental illness is the only quality about them and that not being neurotypical makes them special. NEWS-FUCKIN-FLASH, it doesn’t. It really doesn’t. You don’t see me using my mental illness as an excuse for my actions, because I actually step the fuck up and take responsibility for shit I’ve caused. My mental illness does not define me. There’s more to me than that. You need to realize that your fake-ass autism isn’t an excuse for you to be a fucking asshole to the people around you, and that your actions do have consequences. Stop blaming others for shit you’ve caused, stop calling people jackasses when it’s YOU who’s insulting people and twisting the truth, and for the love of God tell your white knights of friends to shut the FUCK up if they don’t know all the details of a situation.

i was technically diagnosed albeit in a nontraditional fashion (a psych at our middleschool was the one who diagnosed me) and i have never defined myself solely by my autism nor have i used it as an excuse for my fuck ups, ive literally apologized and stopped doing the things i did since the blu incident, i recognize i fucked up there and i apologized and i havent done the whole lying out of anxiety thing since, also my white knights of friends??? YOURE the one coming into MY inbox to tell me how shit i am after i blocked blu i literally just want this to be over leave me alone dude

Alright, so now that we’re done talking about YOU, let’s talk about your fandoms. You like Osomatsu-San. Okay, that’s fine. What’s not fine is how FUCKING obsessive you are about it. There’s nothing wrong with liking something and being attached to characters, making art of it, having a blog, reblogging it, talking about it, that’s okay. That’s okay! But you? You fucking hold the characters so close and act like they’re your own characters. You get upset when something doesn’t go your way in the show. This was evidenced by how many times you’ve complained about episodes (guess where? upset.txt) after they’ve come out. That anon about the straight joke? You got so heated over that, didn’t you? Saying Chibita was “out of character”, BITCH, what do you fucking know? He’s not your goddamn character! The writers will write him however the fuck they want. It’s THEIR fucking show, it’s THEIR fucking characters, and it’s THEIR decision of who does what and who acts like what. There’s a VERY thick line between canon and fanon, and you can’t seem to distinguish that AT ALL. You merge your shitty headcanons with the canon universe, and when something doesn’t go your way, you FREAK THE FUCK OUT and go crying about it in your server or on your tags.

youre blowing that ONE FUCKING POST so out of proportion ive never complained abt ososan in upset.txt outside of MAYBE episode 4 and that would be because of the NONCONSENSUAL SEX SCENE i KNOW my headcanons arent canon i KNOW that the chibita/snowtoko complaint was MINOR and i fucking LIKED THAT EPISODE A LOT!! i didnt cry i just felt that based on how the staff have characterized chibita up until that point it was a little jarring to see him react like he did THAT IS ALL! what the fuck!! how would you even know what i talk about in my servers!! youre obviously misinformed my guy!!!

Lemme tell you something, Sombre: Karabita isn’t canon. OH SHIT! I SAID IT BOYS! THAT’S A FUCKING CURSE ISN’T IT!! No, sorry, sit the fuck down and suck those tears up, because it’s true. It’s not canon. It isn’t. You grasp at straws to say it is, but it isn’t. Chibita wore somehing blue? Oh shit, it’s Karamatsu! He’s clearly in love with him! No, sorry honey, that’s not how it works. Of course Chibita would feel pity on him and let him stay with him (ep 24), because who wouldn’t? That doesn’t mean they’re dating. Karamatsu may be the most bisexual person ever, but he sure as hell isn’t dating Chibita (at least, not canonly). Speaking of Chibita, you need to stop acting like any other Matsu x Chibita ship is literal hell. They’re not. There are some decent ones out there, and although they’re rarepairs by now, they’re a lot better quality than the Karabita bullshit you spew out.

me saying karabita is canon is a joke, and my disdain for non karabita matsubita ships is based half in coping reasons and half in chibita has literally no chemistry with the other matsus and seems to not like any of the other bros at all whereas hes actually shown some level of tolerance or interest in karamatsu

While we’re on the subject of non-canon ships, Atsutodo isn’t canon either. Fuck’s sake, they were on screen together for 10 damn seconds. Yes, I’m aware there’s card art of Atsushi and Todomatsu having a meal together, but they’re very clearly not dating if Todomatsu is still going out with girls and holding their hands etc. Oh, speaking of Todomatsu: Your trans hc of him? Generic as fuck. He’s not trans. Call me a transphobe, I don’t give a shit, but he’s not trans. Look at the -kun animes. He’s a guy. Where in his life would he have magically been a girl and then go right back to a guy? The time span between a 12 year old and a 21 year old isn’t long enough to allow you time to transition. In that day and age, it wasn’t even acceptable to be transgender. So none of the Matsus are trans, get that out of your head. Get those “autism hcs” out of your head too, because I KNOW you hc Kara and Jyushi as autistic (and I’m aware you used to headcanon Ichimatsu as autistic too, but we’ll get to that later).

i know atsutodo isnt canon i never said it was all the “x ship is canon” jokes are about karabita and theyre jokes dude, i just think atsutodo would be cute. why the fuck do you even care about my trans hcs?? theyre HEADCANONS they dont HURT ANYONE and like dude there are trans children out there….. stop being a fuckface about simple headcanons what the fuck.

Lemme tell ya something. Karamatsu sure as hell isn’t autistic. Literally the only reason you headcanon him as such is because you yourself claim to be autistic and because “uwu he’s m fav,,,, i relate to him,,,”. Also, I realize “jyushi is autistic xD” headcanons are common, but JESUS FUCK it’s time for them to die. Jyushimatsu is just bizarre in and out, it’s his personality and his way of life. If you’re gonna hc him as autistic for his personality, you’re obviously ignoring his physical abilities. What about that time he cloned himself? Grew different sizes? What about how he seemingly has no bones (tentacle arms)? But oh, let’s ignore that, because he’s always got a smile on his face and he has a childish personality so DURR HE’S OBVIOUSLY AUTISTIC. Also, you used to headcanon Ichimatsu as autistic, but as soon as you started hating him you threw that headcanon out the window. This is PROOF you only headcanon your favorite characters as autistic, and that’s some of the STUPIDEST shit ever.

literally just let people headcanon what they want if it doesnt hurt anyone, im sure in canon theyre not autistic but this is HEADCANON. and is this also to imply that just because a character can do bizarre thing with theyre body they cant also be autistic?? what the fuck does that have to do with anything??? and i didnt throw my autistic ichi hc out the window because “i hate him” i dont even hate him im indifferent to him i hate his fanon incarnation because its stupidly out of character and one note, i also didnt even drop the autism hc for him i feel like he definitely 100% could be autistic but i just dont think about it as much because i think about other characters more than i think about him

Oh yeah, I’d love to hear why you hate Ichimatsu so much? Shut up, I know it’s because “hhhh he abuses kara” but that’s fucking wrong. Listen, Ichimatsu isn’t exactly my favorite either but at least I don’t make him out to be a fucking asshole to Karamatsu. All of the brothers have treated Karamatsu like shit at one point or another. They’ve thrown things at him, ditched him, called him names, ignored him, it’s a fucking trope in the anime that Karamatsu was the one to get hurt. Sure, season 2 has kinda turned that around, but the whole “Ichimatsu is bitter to Karamatsu” thing is the dynamic between them. They DO have moments where they’re not onto each other, though. See how Ichimatsu followed Karamatsu into the woods? Remember the episode where they switched clothes? They didn’t kill each other neither of those times, did they? And yes, I’m aware Ichimatsu has hurt Karamatsu at times (the bazooka, I think smacking?) but he doesn’t LITERALLY ABUSE HIM. You don’t see him kicking him around, PUNCHING HIM, HITTING HIM, EVERY SECOND OF HIS LIFE. Yes, he calls him names. Yes, he’s threatened to hurt him (“I’ll kill you, Shittymatsu.”) but he’s been stopped or HAS stopped every time. If he really was so intent on hurting Karamatsu, don’t you think he wouldn’t ignore his brothers and hurt Karamatsu anyway? But no, he didn’t, and he stopped each time he grabbed Kara. That’s because the entire “Ichimatsu despises Karamatsu” thing is a GAG in the show. It’s meant to be funny. It’s not meant for your negative ass to label it as abuse and then boohoo about it every time Ichimatsu is mentioned. That’s not a valid reason to hate a character, hell, even Karamatsu’s seiyuu said in a Doramatsu CD that Karamatsu was just comic relief. And if you’re gonna look for a reason why Ichimatsu dislikes Karamatsu, consider the hinted and well-supported reason: Ichimatsu “hates” Karamatsu because of how confident he is and how he can always be himself. Ichi is insecure. Ichi is antisocial. Kara, on the other hand, can express himself and show how “cool” he is. Consider that Ichimatsu wants to be more like him, hence why he said he’s the “number one Karamatsu boy” in that one episode.

okay this is just ridiculous i DONT HATE ICHIMATSU and i KNOW its a GAG, i KNOW they get along sometimes i KNOW all the brothers have shat on kara I KNOW THIS abuse takes many forms though and in a more serious anime the way the bros treat kara would probably be depicted as abusive, but it isnt a serious anime so its a gag and i understand that thats FINE, did you even watch the ichimatsu incident? ichimatsu got plenty fucking pissed off at karamatsu and stuff and the “number one karamatsu boy” nonsense was him being concerned about how karamatsu might think of him as such not him calling himself a karamatsu boy, and yes i know the whole ichi wants to be cool and confident like kara thing i understand that but even so that wouldnt logically excuse his bitterness toward kara but again, its a gag anime so its whatever, youre also ignoring the facet of his disdain towards kara being in part because kara is also vain and ichi finds this annoying and thinks kara is fake as hell because of it there was something in i think a magazine where the bros are all asked what they think of eachother i think and i THINK ichi said something along the lines of him not liking kara because he fakes being nice for the sake of his own ego or something (which is likely ichi just having a negative image of kara rather than that actually being the case because i dont think karas that smart but who knows i dont!!) so like y’know

In conclusion, I would like to say you need to shut the fuck up and chill with your fandoms and headcanons, realize headcanons aren’t canon, and also get your head out of your ass. You’ve done so many wrong things and need to stop blaming them on others. You’ve lied, insulted, and put the blame on so many of your old friends, you’ve avoided people who you deem “toxic” (simply because they have different opinions than you), you think people can’t form their own opinions, and you don’t back up your friends when they’re getting shittalked. You act like an assoholic brat and cannot, for the life of you, open up your eyes and see this. You’re lucky the dicktwats on your server are there for you, because if they weren’t, you’d be all alone, and honestly? That seems pretty good at this point. Fits you perfectly.

i know headcanons arent canon, i know ive lied (though ive really only insulted people who were dicks to my friends and maybe blu which probably not a good thing but i mean hes also insulted me so?? even i guess??) and i regret that, im more honest now and try my best to show kindness to people who have done me and my friends no wrong, ive only ever put blame on blu i literally dont blame anyone else for anything, i dont avoid people i deem “toxic” i avoid people i dont get along with because if i dont get along with them then theres no reason to talk to them im gonna let them live their lives, of course i think people can form their own opinions what on earth are you talking about???? when did i not back up a friend when they got shit talked?? i dont remember that but id like to deeply apologize if i ever did, unless youre talking about when someone in my server insults blu over ykno… him not leaving me alone and harassing me when ive done nothing but mind my own business since the incident, then while it was kind of uncomfortable for me because i felt it was the wrong thing to do i couldnt exactly muster the words to protest it. im very sorry you feel that way im always trying to improve and i like to think that im making some level of progress in being more sensitive and kind to those around me. but also dont insult my friends they didnt do shit weve been minding our own goddamn business this entire time blu is the one who started it back up again.

Now, go back to crying in your server and soaking in self-deprication, fuckass.

yknow i get the feeling i know who this is but i dont want to jump to any conclusions so, uh, okay! see ya my dude :0c