#because what the actual fuck is wrong with people?

[for-a-longlongtime]

To all the fans in the Pedro fandom who feel like they don't belong

I see you. We see you. You have a place here among all of us, and we want you to be here - we really do.

No, this isn't a Kumbaya post, I'm fuckin' for real.

To all the writers...

... who receive racist messages, death threats, are being told their reader insert isn't good enough, that this and this character wouldn't be with someone who looks and sounds like you, that you're not using the right words or that you misspelled something --

I am so fucking sorry people had the fuckin' gall to direct that hate at you, because you don't deserve it. You share your stories and characters with us, and they are adored and read and celebrated exactly for who they are - not despite of who they are.

To everybody who lurks, reads, but doesn't feel like they can participate...

... who see how their skin tone, language, identity, gender, body type, sexual orientation, culture, type of relationships, and so much more is underrepresented or actively treated with hostility --

I'm so fucking sorry, and I - as many of us - understand completely why you feel that way, because it's absolutely valid. But I promise it's not how the majority of people feel about you. I know that doesn't make up for shit, but I do want you to know that most of us care a lot.

Nobody should stay in an environment where they feel like they're not wanted, or where remarks are made carelessly without regard for how hurtful stereotypes are. But if this has ever happened to you, be it out of ignorance (or at times malice), please know - your presence matters.

To everybody who has ever felt insecure about their kinks or liking smut... ...please don't. Seriously. Your kinks are what they are and they are completely fine. Liking smut is fine. Liking Pedro characters in smutty fic is fine too. Kink exploration in fic should be a safe space and respected.

Don't shame others here, especially not as an anon. Yes, certain topics that writers address in fic may be challenging for you for a number of reasons, but guess what? You don't have to read it! You don't have to dissect *why* someone wrote that! Don't like smutty fic? Cool, so don't wade into fics marked as explicit. Don't like certain kinks? That's cool, just read the warnings and skip fic when it doesn't appeal to you. Sure you're entitled to your own opinions, but you do not need to air them out in public or trash an author because you didn't like how they wrote something.

To everybody in this fandom...

... especially those of us who are white, able-bodied, straight, cisgender, had formal education, are a native English speaker, and/or many of the other privileges that a lot of us carry in our backpack every day:

We need to do better. Please. For so many reasons.

We need to be aware of our blind spots, biases, the fact that at times everybody fucks up - because we live in a racist, homophobic capitalist patriarchy -, and that occasionally means admitting we were wrong. That we unintentionally said something that was hurtful and that we're sorry for hurting people with our words. That ignorance can slip so easily into words that we type, and that the only way. But own up to it and please don't pull the 'I'm sorry you feel hurt' card - no. Take actual responsibility. Particularly when underrepresented voices explained to you why something is wrong.

And please, call out your friends on things like this - especially if you're white/straight/cis. It's your responsibility to speak up because you're closer to them. White people should be the first to call out racism; it's not up to the people that already are on the receiving end of prejudice (or worse, hatred) to fight that battle.

Exclusion doesn't only happen if you're actively spreading hate - it also happens by not taking accountability for when you fuck up, or when you are erasing and ignoring identities. If the word 'representation' doesn't mean much to you, that's probably because you constantly see yourself reflected in the stories and people in society (that, in itself, is privilege too) - and hey, good for you! But there are many of us who that doesn't apply to in the same measure.

I've had many conversations lately about this with fellow queers as well as brown/black/Latinx folks, so I really wanted to post this. Not as virtue signaling or whatever the hell, but because I know a lot of people are seeing and reading things that are understandably make them reluctant to engage.

So hey, let's do better and look after folks in our community whether we directly engage with them or not. The amount of comments that are always gushing about 'I love how Pedro cares about others/is an ally!' is very disproportionate to seeing similar support expressed for creators and fellow fans. Let's also not forget he's a Chilean man, the son of socialist refugees, who has always actively been on the barricades for LGBTQIA+, rallies against white supremacy and the toxicity of patriarchy -- so if you appreciate his dedication to 'causes', lets apply that to the very real people in this fandom too. And fyi, this isn't just about a single instance or a single person - it's so much bigger than that, and we all know it.

(oh, and if you feel like I'm being a moralist about this - feel free to unfollow or block my ass. You do you! I don't care. I care about the people here who don't want the community harmed by anons who get their kicks from being a bully.)

[abbyslvrrr]

Ultraviolence dark!abby Anderson x fem!reader

So I had this fics in the works before I posted this little Drabble thing, I just wasn’t sure if people wanted it! I really hope that this is good, I honestly haven’t written much dark stuff so I’m sorry if this is actually asscheeks. Anyway hope you enjoy!! Love u angels 🤍

Cw: dark!abby she’s abusive and toxic. Reader is kidnapped and held in a basement. Abuse. I guess reader lowkey being starved. Literally basic human necessities taken away from her. Abby is manipulative.

Songs to listen to if you want: ultraviolence by Lana

𝜗𝜚 Abby, who kidnaps you and holds you captive in her home on the outskirts of the city where no one really comes.

𝜗𝜚 The first couple of weeks you fight, you scream, you do everything to get away from her. She entertains it, but why the 4th week does she get fucking irritated

𝜗𝜚 After a failed escape attempt, she throws you down the dark basement and locks you there for however long it takes to break you and to make you depend on her fully.

“LET ME OUT OF HERE, YOU BITCH!” Your throat is practically raw at this point from all the screaming. There was a small dirty mattress, pillow, and blanket there, a bucket, and a small window that had iron bars on it so you couldn’t escape through there. She would come back for you, right?

You were wrong, the only time she would come down was to give you food, and the food wasn’t much. Just a sandwich and water for the whole day, it’s safe to say she was depriving you of basic human necessities. You tried to stay strong the first week, talking to yourself, sleeping most of the time, anything to keep you grounded, but after that week when Abby still didn’t come to get you is when you start to freak out. You so desperately wished someone would talk to you or touch you.

God, Abby’s touches you missed, whether it had been because she was beating you black and blue or helping you change clothes, you just missed them lots. You needed her, you needed her praise, her degradation, you needed her to validate you as a person.

The second week in is where you break, You get scared, very scared. You scream for Abby, not stopping, but she does not come get you, little do you know, she’s behind the door listening to your screams and cries and relishing in the fact that you are breaking down bit by bit.

By the third week, all you can do is curl up in a ball and hope that Abby will take mercy on you and come back.

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After a while, the basement door opens and Abby walks in, your eyes open. You don’t know whether to believe what you’re seeing, you feel a hand on your cheek brushing away a tear you didn’t know you let out.

She’s really here

“A-Abby?…” You call out to her weakly, more tears spill out. She doesn’t say anything but picks you up and takes you to the living room, where she sits on the couch with you in her lap. She wraps a fuzzy blanket around you.

All you can do is bury your face in the crook of her neck and cry, she rubs your back in a comforting manner.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me, angel?” She questions as she lifts your head up to look at her. Nodding your head ‘yes�� puts a smile on Abby’s face, she knows she’s broken you, and she couldn’t be happier.

“None of that escaping stuff anymore, okay? You’re here to stay with me, angel. If you’re a good girl, everything will be fine, and you’ll get rewarded. If you disobey me again, I’ll punish you ten times worse, got it?” Her face is serious and scary, which makes you let out a small whimper. You don’t have a choice in the matter anymore, it’s better to just be good and obey, right?

By now you’ve also forgotten the fact that you were kidnapped by Abby and that your face is all over the news. Your family is distraught that you’re gone, but hey, Abby thinks the missing person poster would look so cute framed in her office!

“Mhm, I get it, Abby. I’ll be good, I promise.”

Sorry this fic is actual ass it’s so BORING

𝜗𝜚 Tags! @livvietalks @rhyrhy @cstbdf @kaykeryyy @h2pinky @dollaches @killerbait @frillydolle @ch-4-eri

[prlssprfctn]

What do you think about this?

I thought it...

Jason is emotionally adopted by every rogue, villain and enemy of Batman and the BatFam with the exception of the Clown

Like he can just annoy Tim by requesting Ra's to please give him Tim's spleen jar and show it to Tim before giving it back to Ra's.

Each bat kid has one rogue that is connected to them and Jason becomes the favorite of all Robins because... 1 is to be petty and 2 he broke down the enemies defenses and made himself their favorite.

Jason is petty like that.

i actually love this! funnily enough, i think Jason accidentally befriended a few of them even as Robin (an interesting detail: as Robin Jason was very inclined to believe that rogues of Gotham can actually change, while Bruce brushed him off; in one of comics, he really wanted to believe that Penguin had changed their ways, and, of course, he turned out to be wrong, and Bruce explained him that people like him don't change, but isn't it just *so* curious and feels like unintentional foreshadowing? especially, considering that Bruce pushes the "this kid would end up a criminal [or dead] if not for me" from the very beginning of Jason's arc?)

but back to the point, i absolutely love this headcanon. i don't think he will tolerate *all* of them (definitely not Penguin and Crane, I think; Harley, depending on how triggered he is just by Joker association), but the most? for sure. putting my bet that Selina and Pamela might be his favourite, actually.

the funniest part most of them are, like, nerds with PHD. that's exactly a type of people that will welcome his rants about books and law, politics and economy, and— you get it.

and then, there is Ra's. they are very annoying to each other, but they collaborate when they know that their ideas and duo will annoy others. Bruce is getting grey hair every time he knows Jason is at LoA again? Ra's announce that Jason is his grandson as well. Dick is getting a tick because Al Ghul's family is his least favourite family in the world? Jason *accidentally* mixes up chats and sends Dick his selfie with Ra's instead of Talia. bonus points: Dick hates that his chat is somewhere next to Talia, too.

do he also help rogues on occasions when he wants to annoy Bruce? sure.

Batman, trying to catch Selina after she stole something from city hall again:

Jason, calling him in the middle of the chase: Sos, emergency

Batman, pausing: Son? What's wrong?

Jason: I am stuck resolving Riddler's shit, and I really need help with the last one.

Batman: What is it?????

Jason: What cat says when Bat fails again?

Batman: Uh—

Jason, before hanging up dramatically: Don't be mean to your second son.

Batman: Excuse me—

Selina, hopping on a suspiciously familiar bike with a suspiciously familiar vigilante driving it: Muah!

Batman: Shit.

Dick, barging inside the Cave, furious: Had you managed to fight with Jason again?

Bruce: ...How did you know?

Dick: I've spent thirteen hours trying to resolve all Riddler's trials. Some of them were required to quote Jane Austin and fill blanks in Edgar Allan Poe's poems. HOW DO I KNOW?!? GO AND APOLOGISE, YOU STUPUD OLD MAN.

Bruce: ^_^

Red Hood and Riddler on the other side of town: (collective evil giggles)

Tim, sighing, because police asked Red Robin to regulate Poison's Ivy rally in front of CGDP building: Man, it is Sunday...

Tim, squinting at a familiar figure in leather jacket: Jason? What the fuck you are doing here? Are you under Ivy's pollen influence, too?

Jason, holding a big ass poster: Nah, man, just helping my girl Pam

Tim: ...Honestly. Whatever. I'll leave the territory to you.

[aquaticpal]

Dear Zelink fandom, Legend of Zelda fandom, and others:

I've been involved in the Zelink fandom for over 20 years, and have always loved it for everyone's creativity and inclusiveness. However, I can no longer remain silent about a person who claims to be a part of this community, but is actually a hateful bigot who has been harassing and terrorizing dozens of people in the past year, many of whom I respect and consider friends.

Her name is Kaede/Dragon Princess (kaede_kairi on X/Twitter, kaedekairi on bluesky, mylonelydreaming on tumblr), and she has many alts she hides behind to send people anonymous, abusive, and often bigoted messages. She will target people for "crimes" including:

Being a multi-shipper (not shipping Zelda/Link exclusively)

Shipping Riju, even when portrayed as a consenting adult

Shipping non-human characters, even when they're fully-sapient and consenting

Writing a fic with a tag she perceives as "wrong", even if the actual situation is moral and consensual

Giving kudos on a fic with the "wrong" tag

While many of us in the community have tried to ignore her abuses for a long time, her recent messages have escalated to personal, violent threats. This is why I can no longer stand by and watch her terrorize the fandom.

(TW: The following screenshots contain upsetting language, including Islamophobia and transphobia.)

Kaede_kairi, you are not covered by your innocent fangirl mask. We have thorough evidence and proof of the person you truly are: A bully, an abuser, a bigot, and a hypocrite to boot. Get the fuck out of my fandom.

(For more details, see this Google Doc for a full extensive list of her known aliases, records of her harassment against over 20 individuals, and proof of her actual political stances. Warning: Contains many more examples of bigoted/abusive language.)

For everyone else: please note that although this is a callout post, my biggest goal is not so much to hurt her, but rather to tell everyone who has experienced attacks from her, or may be targeted by her in the future:

Don't be afraid. You aren't a bad person because of her accusations. You're not alone, and she is just one person. The fandom does not support her.

❓"What if she has a point about some of those things though?" She's actually just using those topics for excuses to bully people, as evidenced by how she sends hate mail based on an ao3 tag without even having read the story. Furthermore, writing or enjoying a work of fiction aren't crimes, whereas she is the one who's going out of her way to send abuse to people minding their own business.

❓"What can I do?" Reblog or otherwise share this post. Spread her name far and wide. She's involved in other fandoms (Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy, Sonic, Arcane) too, and I don't know their stories - she may very well have hurt people there too. The more people know about her, the less power she'll have.

[paxaz535]

Northwood Ends

pazzi (+team) x black!oc (+team)

note: this is my first attempt at writing a fiction topic with non fiction people so it might not be realistic in some ways! the whole team won’t be in this story, only some of them. I’ll see where this goes and figure out if i want to continue it or not.

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It was a calm evening at Michigan University. Carmen was in the college gym getting some shots in. She was going to go out with a few teammates later on before their big day. Carmen was excited to play but also annoyed because they were playing UConn. The school Paige Bueckers goes to. They’ve been rivals ever since their freshman year of college. 

Carmen wasn’t sure how it exactly happened, but she knew that the UConn Women’s basketball team and the Michigan University women’s basketball team did not mess with each other.

~

Carmen was at a bar with some teammates, having a nice time. They had a big day tomorrow but wanted to let loose a bit. Carmen turned and noticed the look on Emani’s face. Confused, she asked, “What’s wrong?” Emani continued to look over at the door, “Look who just arrived.” Carmen turned around and saw Paige. “Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding.” She had the biggest smirk on her face when she and her team spotted Carmen. “Here they come.” Nyla spoke. Carmen groaned and rolled her eyes. 

“Carmen, isn’t it nice to see you?” She had her arms crossed, a slight glare. Carmen noticed Azzi, Nika, Ice, and Kk also glaring. “Yeah, whatever, Bueckers. You and your little team ready to lose?” A slight smirk on her face. “Why would we if we’re the best team out there?” Kk spoke. Mia scoffed, “Persuade me.” Nika scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Have you seen me play? I make 20 assists a game.” Paige smirked at her teammate. 

“Wow, Nika has talent,” Emani spoke sarcastically as she crossed her arms, “Call us when you can actually shoot a ball or two.” Nika took a step, trying to get into the girl’s face, but Kk held her back. “You watch your mouth.” Ice spoke as she nodded towards Emani. Emani put her hands up in surrender, a smirk on her face.

“What? Can’t take a little trash talk? Come on, I thought you guys were tougher than that.” Carmen said as she looked at the five opponents. “Says you, Carmen. Your little feelings get hurt every time I make a three on you.” Azzi exclaimed as she looked the girl up and down.

Carmen chuckled, “I couldn’t give a fuck about a three you make, fudd. We all know what-“ Carmen was cut off by a loud thud that came from the other side of the bar. The rest of the girls followed her look, noticing the bar getting quiet. “The fuck?” Nyla muttered as she watched the scene.

“Hey, are you okay?” A girl asked as she crouched down by the guy lying on the ground. The guy didn’t reply to her after a hot second. “Hellooo, are you g-“ Suddenly, he popped up and looked around, his sight landing on the girl in front of him. “Dude, a-” She got cut off by her scream, the guy grabbed onto her arms and sank his teeth into her neck. “Get him off of me!” The bar erupted in chaos, some backing away, others still standing in shock.

It was safe to say that the ten basketball players all had the same expression on their faces. “I know he did not just bite that girl in her neck?” Kk spoke out of shock. Carmen was confused, her eyes not leaving the sight. “We need to go! Like now.” Emani rushed as she quickly got up. Carmen was still standing there, Nyla had to pull her out of her trance.

After everyone made it outside, Mia took a deep breath. “Okay, what the hell was that?!” Carmen still slightly confused, looked inside the window to now see two people running around trying to bite everyone. It must be contagious.

“Like hell we know!” Nika bit back as she looked at the redhead. Mia rolled her eyes, scoffing in the process. “She’s right. How would we know?” Paige spoke. Carmen looked back at the girls, an alarmed expression on her face. “I think it was something in his drink.”

Everyone turned towards her. “I noticed his glass was empty after he fell.” Paige scoffed, amused at this situation. “Why should we believe you?” Their attention was drawn to glass shattering. A person… or whatever it was came out, looking for something. Their face looked swollen and it didn’t look like a human in the face. The thing spotted a person lying on the ground, yelling for help but it was too late.

It got to the girl and bit her leg, the girl screaming in pain. Carmen looked back at Paige, “Does that make you believe me now?” Paige just rolled her arms, grossed out and upset that Carmen was indeed right.

“This isn’t possible.” Ice spoke out of fright as she looked around. Nyla raised her eyebrows, “It looks pretty possible to me.” she spoke back smartly, Ice groaned and waved her off. “Shut up, Johnson.” Carmen was thinking about where everyone could go and then she finally remembered.

“I know somewhere we can go but it’s a bit of a run.” The girl told everyone. Mia was quick to nod, “We’re all athletes. We can run a few miles. Let’s just get the fuck out of here.” Carmen nodded, immediately starting to go towards the destination when she noticed all five UConn stars standing still. “Hello?”

“You’ve got life fucked if you think we’re following you.” Paige spoke as she stood. Carmen groaned, she was getting sick of the back and forth thing. “Look, cry all you want but I recommend following me. Where I’m going has food, weapons and places to sleep. So unless you wanna die out here like a little bitch, I suggest you toughen up and follow me.” Carmen finalized and turned back around. Paige groaned, looking at her teammates before unfortunately following the Michigan team.

-

It had been at least 10 minutes, and the girls were now walking. They stopped running like 8 minutes ago. “Holy fuck. Where is this place you so-called claim to have?” Nika complained as she continued to follow. Carmen looked at the girl before shaking her head. “Stop complaining. We’re almost there.” Carmen noticed the familiar sidewalk that led up to the destination and smiled. She always spent her summers here.

After a few more steps, Carmen stopped right in front of the safe house. “Holy shit.” Emani cursed as she noticed the house. “What is this, some kind of safe house?” Paige asked as she crossed her arms. Carmen just nodded, walking towards the entrance. “This should keep us good for a while. At least until everything cools down.”

The ten young women walked inside, being met with the smell of cinnamon and vanilla. Her grandma always loved the two, so she made sure to keep the house smelling like them all the time. “It smells good.” Carmen just nodded, locking the door behind them. “Okay. We all saw what happened back there.”

Everyone just nodded, still a bit shocked. Azzi then spoke up, knowing that the none of them knew what was going on at this moment. “Let’s turn on the news. Keep us updated.” Carmen nodded, going into the couch arm rest to get the remote. Everyone piled up in the living room, UConn on one side, Michigan on the other. You’d think everyone hated each other guts and it was some type of war going on, which technically, they do hate each other guts but still.

Carmen turned to the news. A lady stood out in front the bar they just recently ran from, looking a bit too close due to the fact that’s where everything transpired.

“It appears that the outbreak has occurred right here at the Vile Bar right on Northwood street in Michigan. One moment, a male supposedly collapsed out of no where and the next, a woman has gotten bitten.”

Carmen continued to watch, knowing that they were all there when it happened. Then, the tv had cut to the news reporters that sit down in the studio.

h

The 20 pairs of eyes never left the screen, invested in what was being said. This was obviously a very serious matter and it was only going to get worse.

“Never in a million years would we have thought this would happen. you’ve probably seen it in video games or movies but this is real life. We suggest you stay inside and stay safe, make sure to tell your loved ones you love them and hope for the best. Goodluck.” Carmen turned the tv off, not quite satisfied with what was told, she expected more information. not some fuck ass ‘goodluck.’

“Goodluck? The fuck is a ‘goodluck’ gonna do for us?” Ice spoke as she looked at everyone. “Don’t know. but we’re safe so there’s nothing to worry about.” Carmen spoke as she stood, walking to the kitchen. Paige, still confused on certain things, began to question the girl.

“How is this gonna work? I mean, say we do run out of things. It’s ten of us!” Carmen opened her pantry to see it luckily stocked and filled with food and treats. She checked every place that could possibly have food and was met with satisfaction. “Don’t worry about food. We’ve got plenty.”

“Okay, fantastic but what about everything else? Electricity? The weapons? Where are we all gonna sleep?” Ice asked as she stood. Carmen turned around to be met with all eyes on her. She just sighed, “There’s 2 bedrooms up here and a basement. If you want to include the living room as a spot to sleep then so be it. I told you guys we’re gonna be fine.”

“I think we should stay in the basement. Safest place in the house.” Mia said as she looked at everyone. Nika scoffed, “are you dumb? why would we go to the basement?” Mia snapped her head towards the brunette. “Why wouldn’t we, Nika?” Mia then stood up, not liking the way the girl was talking to her.

“What? and let something break in while we’re all down there? you gonna come up and kill it?” Nika sassed as she crossed her arms. Mia glared at the girl, “If I have to then yea. We all know you’re not capable of doing it.” Nika mugged her. “The fuck is that supposed to mean?” She took a step closer to Mia, making them face to face.

Mia scoffed, “Exactly what I said. You’re a pussy.” Nika shoved the girl, making her stumble into Emani. Mia held her arms up in surrender, a smirk on her face. “Cut it out!” Carmen yelled from the kitchen, making everyone turn to her. “Whatever we have between us has to be put to the side. There’s people out there dying and running around trying to bite people in their fucking necks!”

Nika huffed, looking at Mia before looking back at Carmen. “I understand we all hate each other but us going back and forth like this ain’t doing anyone any favors.” Paige sighed, looking at everyone. “Shes right. As much as we all hate each other, we gotta grow up. Especially if we’re all gonna be with each for who knows how long.”

Carmen gave the blonde a look of gratitude, appreciative of the fact that the girl was able to compromise. It was quiet for a moment before a soft voice spoke. “What if some people stay up here and the rest downstairs?” Everyone looked at Emma.

“Are you guys sure you wanna be separated?” Emani asked as she laid on Nyla. “I mean… it’s not the smartest move but if everyone is comfortable, then why not?” Emma reasoned as she stood next to Carmen. The braided hair girl nodded, not opposed to the idea.

“Aright, it’s settled. Me and my girls will stay downstairs, Paige, you and your team can stay up here.” Carmen spoke. Paige put her hand up, “hold up. what if we wanted to stay downstairs?” Carmen looked at the blonde. “Nika just had a whole tantrum about not wanting to go downstairs. I think that says enough.”

Nika flipped the girl off, rolling her eyes and flopping on the couch. Emma and Emani were the first ones to go down there, turning on the light to see a cozy basement. It had a couch, a tv and a bathroom. it was almost like an extra bedroom.

“is anyone hungry? thirsty?” Carmen asked as she walked into the kitchen. “I’ll take a water.” Azzi said as she sat next to ice on the couch. “yea me too.” Carmen just grabbed 7 water bottles and set them on the counter. “Where’s your bathroom?” Kk asked Carmen.

Carmen nodded towards the hallway, “Two doors down to your right.” Kk nodded and turned the hallway light on since it was dark. She found the bathroom and went inside. “Never did I once think I would be staying with the opps.” Nika spoke as she stared into space. “you know, we’re not the worst people in the world.” Mia stated as she looked at the brunette.

Nika sighed and looked over at the girl. “You’re gonna have to prove that, sweetheart.” Mia just shrugged, the nickname not bothering her. Azzi went next to paige and sat down. She leaned her head against the blonde and wrapped her hands around her arm. Paige let her, pulling the curly head closer. Carmen watched the whole interaction, only looking away when the two noticed her eyes on them.

Paige and Azzi looked at each other before looking back at Carmen. Carmen looked at everything but them, not wanting to make things awkward. She then remembered about the weapons in the back office. She shot up off the counter, looking for the keys in the drawers.

Kk came out the bathroom, going right next to Ice. “What are you looking for?” Nyla asked as she played with her hair. Carmen didn’t answer right away, focusing on the task ahead of her. “Keys.” She simply replied. “For what?” Mia pressed.

Carmen found the keys in the drawer under the dish rack and looked at the girls in front of her. “Weapons.” She closed the drawer and walked towards the back. “Oh, fuck yea.” Nyla commented as she stood. Carmen heard pairs of footsteps behind her, not bothering to tell them to stay where they are.

She unlocked the office and turned the light on. It looked like a regular working office but there was a door right behind the working desk. Carmen nodded, walking towards it and unlocking that door as well. When she opened it, two large boxes were inside. she pulled one out, opening it and looking inside. Everyone else looked inside too, looking at all the weapons inside the box.

“How does one acquire so many weapons?” Carmen just shook her head, “My grandparents are lowkey crazy..” She hopes they’re doing okay, she noted to contact her family. “This should be enough for everyone. Nyla, can you go get Emma and Emani?” Carmen asked as she grabbed the desk chair and pulled it up to the box. She sat down on the chair, and looked at everyone. Just analyzing.

“Wait, are we all getting assigned our own weapons?” Nika asked, she was excited but didn’t show it. Carmen nodded, still looking at everyone. “Yall are responsible for these things, alright? please only use them when necessary.” The three girls came back into the room, now joining the circle the girls has created. “Can I get a gun?”

Carmen looked at Nyla, a laugh escaping her lips. “Hell no.” Nyla just scoffed and shook her head. The girl was known for being clumsy, so Carmen would be stupid to give her a gun.

-

“Has anyone got a hold of the rest of the team?” Paige asked as she looked at her phone. She was met with disagreements around the room, her heart dropping. “My phone literally just died.” Ice spoke as she leaned against the couch. Azzi looked at paige, “I texted but no one has responded.” Paige just nodded, turning her phone off to not stress herself even more.

Carmen came upstairs because Emani wanted some chips, and since the girl loved her so much, she decided to get them for her. “Yall good?” Carmen asked as she noticed everyone was slightly off. Paige nodded, “Hey, you got in touch with any of your people?”

Carmen looked at her, “Only my grandparents. i haven’t heard from my teammates though.” Paige nodded, “us either.” Carmen noticed how close her and azzi were but ignored it. She then noticed how everyone looked slightly uncomfortable. She looked down at her clothes and realized why.

“Tell you what. Tomorrow’ll be a new day. There’s a mall right up the street from here, we can all go get some clothes. I know you guys are uncomfortable.” Paige just nodded, a small smile on her face. “Yea, that’ll be nice.” Carmen nodded, grabbing the chips before turning off the light.

“Goodnight, uconn.” She teased. Paige chuckled, “night, michigan.” Carmen just grinned and closed the door, going back to her team. When she got down there, she saw Emma and Nyla sleep. “What were yall talking about?” Mia asked as Carmen got back onto the couch. Carmen told them what happened and went to bed, they all had a day to look forward to tomorrow.

-

Carmen didn’t feel right. She felt off, like something had changed. Was it always this cold? She got up and immediately grabbed her pocket knife, looking around the basement. Everyone was still asleep, it was 5 in the morning to be fair.

She didn’t notice anything different so she made her way upstairs, slowly walking towards the door. She opened it, the place was quiet. She looked over to see Ice and Kk on the couch. Immediately her mind went to Paige and Azzi.

She walked towards the first bedroom, taking a peak inside. Nika was spread across the bed, the cover hanging off of her. Carmen just closed the door back up, letting the girl be. She then made her way towards the second bedroom, listening in for any movement.

She didn’t hear anything and opened the door quietly. The first thing she noticed was the window. It was wide open, making her sigh in annoyance but also in relief. She walked towards the window, not even thinking to look at the bed until she turned back around and noticed the two bodies fully up, looking at her.

She jumped, her pocket knife dropping out her hand. “Sorry.” Azzi apologized as she watched Carmen pick her knife back up. “No, you’re fine,” Carmen sighed. “It felt like something was off so I came up here to check.” She explained.

“It got hot.” Paige spoke. Carmen looked up and noticed this wasn’t the room with a ceiling fan, making her sigh in realization. “There’s a fan in the office, do you want it? I just don’t feel safe with windows open.” Carmen offered as she put her knife back in her pocket.

“Yeah, we’ll take it.” Azzi softly spoke as she pulled the cover over her more. Carmen just nodded before leaving the room and quickly coming back with the fan. She set it up for them and sighed, “There you go.” Carmen walked towards the door but stopped when Paige called out. “Thank you, carmen.” The girl looked at the couple, her stomach flipping as she just nodded.

“Don’t mention it.” Carmen closed the door before letting out a breath. She shook her head before walking back towards the basement. It was still early so she might as well go back to sleep.

“that was strange, no?” Azzi asked as she looked at the blonde. Paige just shrugged, not thinking much of it. “Let’s get some sleep.” Azzi nodded, kissing the blonde on her cheek before lying down completely. Paige followed her movements, getting comfortable in the blankets.

-

“Ugh, where the bacon at?” Nyla asked as she, Emani and Mia stood in the kitchen. They hadn’t mean to be loud, but they woke up Nika and that girl is grumpy when she gets waken up. Nika came out, her hair a bit frizzy but she didn’t care. “Can yall be any louder?” Mia’s head moved at the girls deep voice, a bit taken aback that she sounded like that. Nyla face went blank, “my bad, muhl.” Nika just rolled her eyes before stepping more into the kitchen.

“What are yall even making?” She asked as she scratched her head. Emani turned around, a spatula in her hand. “Breakfast! you like pancakes, right?” Nika just nodded, then looked at Mia who hadn’t looked away from the brunette. Her defensive instincts came, getting a bit self conscious. “You need something?” Mia shook her head, a small grin on her face as she just looked away. Nika’s eyes kept on the girl before she heard a groan come from behind her.

“I smell food.” Kk’s voice could be heard, making Nika mood lift a bit. She sat next to the brunette and hugged her, Nika leaning more into it. “Is anyone else awake?” Mia shook her head, sighing in the process. “Nope. They need to get up, though. Didn’t Carmen say something about a mall?”

Emani nodded her head, finishing the final pancake and sat it on a plate. “Well, breakfast is ready. Go crazy.” She spoke softly as she grabbed dirty dishes and placed them in the sink. Kk was the first in line, grabbing a plate and placing food on it. “Don’t over do it, Kamorea.” Nika spoke as she grabbed a plate as well. Kk just rolled her eyes, waving the girl off. Emani heard footsteps coming up the stairs so she just opened the basements door.

Carmen could be shown walking out, a tired look on her face. She noticed the breakfast on the table, a small smile on her face. “You guys are so nice.” Emani just chuckled, cleaning up any messes she made before grabbing a plate herself. Carmen noticed Paige and Azzi wasn’t there with everyone, not that she cared..

“ICE!” The girl flinched, Kk’s loud voice waking her up. Kk just laughed, taking a bite of her pancake. “Bro, you always doing dumb shit.” Ice muttered as she hid her face from the light. “Can you go wake up paige and azzi?” Nyla asked Carmen. The girl looked at her like she was crazy.

“Why I gotta go do it?” Nyla pointed at everyone. “We all eating, you not.” Carmen just smacked her lips, shaking her head before walking towards the bedroom. She knocked twice before she heard Paige’s voice. “Come in.”

She opened the door softly to see the two looking at her. “Hey, there’s breakfast.” She stated simply, taking note on how the two look like they just woke up. Paige nodded, “Okay. we’ll be out.” Carmen just gave a tight lipped smile before backing up. She didn’t know why things felt a little different between them and her, it was almost like they were speaking about something without actually talking.

“So what’s the word about this mall or whatever?” Nika asked as she took one last bite of her eggs and washed her plate. Carmen finally got her food, sitting down at the dining table. “It’s right up the street.” Paige and Azzi came out while carmen was talking mid sentence, going straight to the kitchen.

“All we can do is pray that there aren’t any of those infected people inside.” Carmen finished as she looked at her food. “I don’t think it’s gonna be empty. Especially since things are so fresh.” Azzi spoke as she ate a pancake. Carmen nodded, a small smirk on her face, “which is why we have our protection.” Azzi nodded, going back to her food.

Carmen looked at everyone as she just thought. About how unfortunate things had went in not even 24 hours, about how at one point they would run out of food, about how in some way she felt responsible for these girls. They’re in a crisis and things don’t always go how you want them. “Is Emma not up yet?” Mia asked as she noticed the girls absence.

Carmen set her plate on the counter, going straight for the basement. “After I get her up, we can head out.” carmen went downstairs and noticed Emma lying there, but she was awake. “Em, you okay?” Emma hummed back, her eyes still on the ceiling. Her body was limp, the blanket still covering her bottom half. Carmen knew something was wrong, “talk to me.” Emma sighed softly, her fingers slightly playing with the strings of a pillow. The question she asked shocked Carmen, it was so abrupt and random. She almost didn’t know what to say.

“What if one of us dies today?”

Carmen heart dropped, the question taking her aback. “I won’t let that happen, Emma.” The girl looked at Carmen. “Anything can happen, carmie.” And she’s right. Anything can happen and that’s what terrified her. “I won’t let anything happen to you.” Emma smiled softly. She looked back at the ceiling, grateful of Carmen words but she had a feeling in her brain.

“I just want you to know,” Emma started as she put her hand on top of Carmen’s. “If anything does happen, please don’t blame yourself.” Carmen looked at the girl, waiting for her to continue. “I know how bad that can get and I don’t want you to get that bad.” Carmen swallowed, her throat going dry.

Emma was always the one Carmen went to first, when it came to anything. Emma always knew what to say and always kept it real with her. She felt the most connected with her and the girl truly had nothing bad to say about her. “Promise me, carmie.” Carmen looked at the girl, gaining her voice back. “I promise, Em.” For her, she’ll try.

my goal is to keep this under 5 parts, no more than 7.

yes, people will be getting killed off (including some of the girls) so be prepared for that

again, this is my first time writing something like this so hopefully it turns out good

byee

[utilitycaster]

If I may, I think the reason people feel so attacked if you express a dislike or even a disinterest in a character they find relatable is only partly because they see it as an attack on themselves or their identity (ie, the (wrong) assumption that if you don't vibe with one specific queer character you must hate all queer people). I think it's actually something much more basic, namely, it forces them to consider that if their life were televised, a lot of people would go "FUCK this is boring" and therefore reveals what I think is a pretty obvious truth, namely, you are only the main character of your own story and you are very much immaterial to the vast majority of other people's. And even when someone like you IS the main character, people won't vibe with them, and you will never be universally loved, which should, again, be obvious and not a problem to any mature adult. Unfortunately, many people on the internet do not cope with this well.

[liketolaugh-writes]

Okay but hot take: ‘are True Heroes morally obligated to kill people’ is such a tired debate

The most fundamental aspect of it is solid! Sometimes people do deserve to die. Sometimes people are irredeemable. Sometimes they’re simply not safe to allow to live. (Looking at you for all of these, Joker.)

And if someone engages in extrajudicial murder (vigilantism) that’s a fascinating gray area. Are they a criminal? Are they a hero? Are they right?

But ultimately, the justice system is set up the way it is for a reason. Everyone deserves human rights. No amount of crime excludes you from deserving human rights. Mass murderers and terrorists have human rights. And that includes the right to due process: a judge, a jury, and an impartial executioner. If someone bypasses that, it is a DELIBERATE decision not to let them have any rights whatsoever.

The fact that it’s such a popular debate is fundamentally dependent on the idea that these heroes have flawless judgement, do not make mistakes, and are Always Right. And I think that it’s actually a good thing that most of these heroes refuse to behave with this assumption.

Batman and the Joker is, as always, an easy example, because it’s so black and white. The Joker is one of the worst villains to come out of the DCU, arguably THE worst - not the biggest threat, not the scariest, but the most irredeemable. And I still stand by what I said.

Would Batman be morally wrong for killing the Joker? Not really! The Joker is an exception and no one would shed a tear. Is Batman morally wrong for not killing the Joker? Also no! And that’s nothing to do with ‘he’d be just as bad as them, he would never stop,’ whatever nonsense the comics writers spout that day. It is because Bruce Wayne refuses to play god. He’s a fucking billionaire. Anything he wants, he can get with money. But he doesn’t. He chooses, deliberately, to play by the rules, as much as he can in an unjust world. And if someone puts a bullet in him, he will die like the human man he is, because he has never wanted to be more than that.

Because this isn’t just about Batman. This is about every hero who’s ever been criticized for not killing. It’s actually completely morally sound to NOT commit extrajudicial murder.

It’s okay for people to have different values systems.

[silverskye13]

Question: What's the RnS casts' last meals if they got to pick?

(The major character death tag got me with the heebie jeebies, lol).

That MCD tag has a lot of folks by the collar it sounds like! Don't let it bully you!

Tanguish: It doesn't matter, as long as he's eating it with friends, but if he absolutely has to pick, he would ask Helsknight to make him something. It will probably be protein heavy, because that's how Helsknight is, but he wants to watch him make something he's proud of with his hands, and then savor it. He'll thank Helsknight profusely. He's a good cook. He knows he's a good cook, right? Keep cooking. Keep making things with your hands. It doesn't all have to be swords. Learn to bake bread. You keep saying you want to learn how. Wait, he's changed his mind. He wants his last meal to be bread, so Helsknight has to learn how. Please? He's allowed to change his mind right? It's his last meal, let him be a little selfish.

Helsknight: Nothing. He's too scared to eat. He might force himself to be brave and drink water, before finding a place to be alone and wait. He's holding his sword. He's too scared to eat. His stomach's in knots. Maybe if he watches hard enough, he can see death coming. Maybe he can still fight it. He's too scared to eat. He's meeting death with his eyes open and his mind alert. He's too scared to eat. He always heard there was supposed to be peace at the end. Why is he scared? Stop being scared. Please. He's hungry. He can't tell what he's hungry for. He's too scared. He needs to be alone right now. He doesn't want to die alone. He needs to hide. Coward. Coward. Don't hide. Face it. Face it. You're a fucking knight for helssakes act like one. His hands are shaking. He can't eat. Gods damnit.

Tango: Shoot you're kidding right? It's not that serious! You're serious? Don't-- with the face. Stop. It's fine. Uh. Something good. Aren't last meals for criminals or something? He hasn't done anything wrong. Uh. Sorry. You were asking a serious question. Steak and potatoes. Is that cliche? It sounds cliche. It sounds good though. Medium rare. Let him host the barbeque. Don't tell anyone, it's fine. Just as long as it tastes good. Don't overcook the steak. It'll be nice to see everyone together one last time. If they actually get together. Yeah they probably... Won't. They're all... Busy. Should he tell them? They would get together if he told them. ... He... Doesn't want that to be the reason they get together.

Welsknight: Gods, you're asking him like he's thought about this. This isn't supposed to be a problem he -- anyone -- has. This isn't how the world is supposed to work. What do you mean, just answer the question? It's his last meal! He's allowed to be a little angry! He's not even dying for something worthwhile. Gods. Gods. {huff... huff...} Is it stupid that he kind of wants cake? Something sweet and lighthearted to take the edge off. That's not really a meal but... Come on. He's having a rough day, alright? He wants cake. With fruit on top. Strawberries maybe. Strawberry shortcake, something that tastes like summer and hope. Make it a meal. He'll do hotdogs and chips and his stupid cake, and he'll have a sunny afternoon to do it in. Is that too much to ask for? A sunny afternoon? It's a part of his last meal. An important part. He needs something to hope for. Everyone does.

EB: Oh. Hmm. This is awkward. He doesn't technically eat, does he? That's kind of an organic thing, and he's a robot. Can he have a final wish then, instead? He wants to make a hive for his buzzers. Let them live in the Colosseum. It's alright if people forget about him. It'll take time -- his statue in the hall will be glorious. But they will. They won't forget the buzzers though. Not until they break down after long years in the hels heat. Not until theyre all gone and the hive gets taken down for taking up space and someone's precious time. Let the parts of him that loved to fix and build and be busy roam, until they can't roam anymore. Maybe this is the closest a helsmet can get to having a ghost.

Martyn: Oh damn, can he have anything? Get him something exotic and disgusting, probably. He wants to eat shark and crocodile and tiger meat, on a bed of fruits and vegetables he's never seen before, from one of those weird fantasy modpacks. He wants at least three courses, chop chop! It's his last day in hels you know! Make it good. No he's not bloody scared. It's a relief to finally be rid of you idiots, honestly! ... Yes m'lord? He's... Sorry. You can't order him not to leave sir. Can't really control that, can he? Don't look at him like that Red, come on. It's alright. We knew this would happen someday, yeah? Share this stupid meal with him? Please? Don't. Don't cry. Don't cry. You know he can't handle that. Please...

Red: ...... Ah. ......... If ye would... be so kind... as to bring him veal and wine. He would like... rice pilaf, and... peas and carrots. Have it sent to his cell. He would... Like to dine in peace. If ye could... Tell Martyn he has the night to do as he wishes. Suggest perhaps he go do something he enjoys. Tell him... Tell him... To take his time...

[kalinq0]

How do you feel about the fandom shipping pedophilic ships recently I ask because you’re one of the few people that mentioned being an adult here and even as a minor(16) it’s been making me uncomfortable to see

Im not 21 yet anon so im not an adult yet. But besides that, yes its verry fucking disgusting and everyone with a right mind should think the same.. The kind of worst part is that those ships are mainly made by kids, they dont truely see anything wrong with what they are doing bc they see adult people on this app doing the same thing. Even the person that made this fandom (Tix) supported pedo and incest ships actually. This fandom is slowly turning into countryhumans and im not happy abt it. This basically is the same thing as countryhumans js anime version, and what people need to realise is that this is suppoesed to be half Canon half what the country is actually like.. I know I should at the end of my rant atleast bring a solution how to solve this but I cant do that. Even tumblr refuses to censor these kind of things (aswell as many other apps), so the only thing I can recomend as a fandom we should either publically call out people for doing this and make them realise its fucking wrong, or js block them

[cleolinda]

SILENT HILL 2 UPDATE: I have restarted on New Game+ to do the full commentary, and… honestly I just played the first couple of hours “unofficially” yesterday to time how long it takes to get to Woodside Apartments so I’d know what I’m covering in the first installment. Do not ever doubt my love for this game, y’all, because I’d already played that part like 4-5 times just to learn how to gamer. I’m sure people very reasonably thought I might not even be able to finish SH2—not that you doubted me as a person, but it IS a lot to bite off for a first-timer. But I was like, y’all, I have watched streamers play this all the way through like 10-12 times. I know exactly what I’m getting into, I know exactly how long it takes for normal people who aren’t me, and if I’m not sick of it already, then I’m not giving up now.

I’m actually kind of excited to replay it as someone who can… uh, play? Like I’m no longer fighting for my life 24/7 against unfortunately-placed doors. James and I just went around exploring every square foot of Eastern South Vale looking for things to talk about. Just livin’. And I’m glad we did, because I immediately fucked up and locked myself out of the second Glimpse of the Past, and I missed picking up two notes and a Strange Photo. So I can make sure I get those when I do the full recording.

NG+ also means I can show y’all where all the newly-appearing extra items for endings 4-6 are, like the UFO-summoning amulet (there is a UFO-summoning amulet).

I will say, I SWEAR monsters resurrect constantly on NG+, it CANNOT just be me. I killed 393 monsters before and I got seven left to find, motherfuckers. Come get it.

What I really came here to say, though, is that… I’m having some weird, complex set of emotions about taking this character through a thirty-hour journey of confronting himself and taking accountability for his wrongs and then… putting him all the way back at the beginning and making him endure everything all over again. I subscribe to time loop theory in the game anyway, so it’s just… really something. I’m the one looping time. It’s my fault. That, and the eleven times I got him killed by Pyramid Head.

[zoswriting]

queen pls i need more of dad shoto🙏

ask, and you shall receive.

✦ don’t eat the baby.

⤷ synopsis : your baby’s cute as fuck. that’s it. that’s the synopsis.

⤷ a/n : my bad this is so late HAHAHA i’ve been trying to think of a scenario for the longest time </3 writer’s block is insane, hence this short-ish little thing. my baby fever will always be worse, though.

⤷ warnings : fluff, cuteness aggression, shoto taking everything literally, dad!shoto, husband!shoto, you have a daughter called rumi (she’s basically gonna be the basis for all of my baby scenarios unless stated otherwise), probably some other stuff i can’t think of right now

every time you think shoto couldn't be more perfect, you're proven wrong. every time, without fail. how have you been proven wrong this time?

shoto's sitting in the rocking chair you begged him to buy (although he really didn't need much convincing, he could not say no to you when you were pregnant. he still can't say no to you.) with a bottle in hand. your daughter is gently cradled against him, her head and body tilted in the perfect position for her to be fed, her little eyes slowly, slowly falling shut as she drank her milk, provided to her by your husband. that definitely isn't rare, but it doesn't happen often, either.

he doesn't notice you in the doorway straight away, focused on making sure your child is being properly fed rather than anything else. he only notices you when he sees a figure go to sit down on the bean bag in the corner of rumi's nursery, and he turns his head, just to be met with your adoring gaze and soft smile.

"hi," is all he says—whispers, more like—before his line of sight is directed on rumi again. you smile a little harder, loving the scene in front of you. god, you wish you could take a picture of this and keep it with you forever. it's silent for a little while longer, apart from the soft sounds of your breathing and your daughter drinking from her bottle.

"you're so natural like this, you know? i love seeing you all... domestic. it's so sweet," you say softly, leaning forward with your elbow on your knee and your chin propped up onto your hand as you continue to stare at him. he raises an eyebrow at your words.

"what, exactly, are you telling me, love? that you find me attractive when i'm being a father?" he muses, to which you glare at him playfully and roll your eyes.

"haha, funny. honestly though? kind of. you get all gentle and tender when you’re holding her and it's really cute."

"i'm flattered, truly."

your little conversation momentarily pauses there, but your glances at him don't. not when he puts rumi’s bottle down because she’s turning her head away, not when he gently lifts her up whilst placing her head on his shoulder and starts tenderly patting her back to burp her, and definitely not when he finally stands to put her in her cot. you stand too, watching the way shoto carefully peels her off of his shoulder and sets her down in a way as to not jostle her too much. he sets her little rabbit teddy just in the top corner of her cot, leaning down to give her pudgy, baby cheek a kiss.

he turns towards you when he feels you stand next to him, his arm wrapping around your shoulder. you lean into him and just take in the sight before you. your baby, the life you both created (you could go on a whole tangent about how it’s ’so crazy two people are able to make a whole human’, which he’s heard countless times before during your late night conversations), your whole entire world just peacefully asleep.

“i’m gonna eat her,” you mutter mindlessly. cuteness aggression, as people call it, really hits you full swing in moments like this.

shoto pulls back just slightly to look at you. “please don’t. i kind of like having a not-eaten daughter,” he says softly, yet so, so seriously, it’s comical.

you huff out an amused breath, looking up at him. you’re tempted to to correct him, tell him that you’re not actually serious, but you think that he knows as much, so you decide to play around a little more. “fine. i’m eating you, then,” you turn your head back and lean in, gently biting his shoulder. he doesn’t flinch, just stares down at you with a glare that’s both incredulous yet also fond.

“what are you doing?”

“eating you, ‘cause you won’t let me eat her.”

“i don’t think that’s very wise.”

“shut up,” you bite him a little harder.

“okay.”

you pull away from his shoulder, sighing as he won’t let you win. instead, you both just look below you at your baby girl. his arm goes to wrap around your waist, gently reeling you in closer to him without any further words spoken.

your daughter stirs just slightly, her face contorting into a tiny frown before relaxing. you smile, looking up at shoto, who kisses your head.

you don’t think anything could be better than this.

[velvetvexations]

so the transfeminized subject is just a faggot? is there a difference between the experience of a gay man and a transfem?

That's a very good question, anon!

The TL;DR is that yes, there are differences between the experiences of trans women and cisgay men. However, there's much, much more overlap than some trans women are willing to admit for the sake of the idea that transfeminine oppression is based on being accurately percieved as women by transphobes.

Gay men went through much of the same experiences and still do, albiet to a lesser degree now that gay rights have come so far and cishet society has finally started to recognize that gay men and trans women are not the same thing. It hasn't always been that way, though, and homophobia and transmisogyny have a close relationship.

Even things like futanari are, yes, transphobic, and transmisogynistic, but also rooted in the fact that people who consume that kinna content think everyone with a penis is a man and therefore they need to come up with an imaginary concept that gets around that - it is equally the fear of being homosexual as much if not even more than it is a desire to erase trans women, who before the 2010s were largely considered essentially synonymous with gay men by cis people, who were not really actively thinking about trans women as a concept when they displaced their desires to suck cock onto subjects they considered appropriate.

This kinna not-even-remembering-you-exist form of transphobia is very well-known to transmascs but I feel like hyper-visibility of trans women in the modern era has made some completely lose the plot and come to the conclusion that all oppression revolves entirely around an active hatred of some Platonic form of trans woman that objectively exists on some plane of existence.

It's certainly what it seems like when they insist that TERFs hate us only because they just naturally absorbed all the hate for trans women in the media back in like, the 80s, I guess. Bossom Buddies was basically The Elder Protocols of Zion for trans women, if you think about it.

Orrrrr...maybe TERFs have genuine beliefs, regardless of how immoral and illogical? I've seen people who call themselves transfeminists say "TERFs didn't start hating trans women by hating men" and like, yes, they did, you fucking idiot! That doesn't mean trans women are men, it just means TERFs are incorrectly percieving us! Why is it so difficult to say TERFs are wrong? Why do you need TERFs to be secretly coming to the right conclusions and just lying about it?

And don't tell me "well this one time a TERF praised her husband." TERFs are also hypocrites and especially the straight ones, I cannot believe people are so unwilling to get that either. Well, I promise you, if you can stop crowing about transmisogynistic transmasc lesbians and admit to yourself it's mostly the cis lesbians that don't like us, you'll find that the gay TERFs tend to have purer ideology in that regard.

I'm kinna getting off on a tangent here, because the ask was about gay men, and I'm also not saying "androphobia," as applied to men who are every kinna privileged that a man can be, exists as an axis of oppression. But the way trans women are oppressed is actually pretty consistant with the belief that those oppressers wrongly see trans women as men, whether that be as nebulously queer faggots or, in the case of TERFs, who are a very unique case due to being an oppressed group displacing their fears onto an even more oppressed group, cis men.

So, transmisogyny as a distinct thing from other forms of oppression exists, and has always existed, but that was never dependent on actually understanding the people that were being stepped on. "Queer" is my favorite term for using as an umbrella label precisely because it was appried so broadly. People did not, in the past, take out a card to refresh themselves on which queers they hated in which order. A queer was a queer and a queer AMAB was a faggot, or what annoying people call "the transfeminized subject."

Now it's different. Now, finally, since gay marriage was legalized and queer culture has become mainstream and everyone knows our own words we use for ourselves and how we compare to one another, cis gay people have some grace granted to them by people who choose to hate trans people more. But that wasn't the case before, and considering trans women and gay men the same concept before meant they previously recieved the exact same treatment.

Gay rights and acceptance of cis gay people are further ahead than it is for trans people, and while there were still differences in some of the details in the past, it's in the present that you can especially see a gap in treatment between cisgay men and trans people AMAB. Even today, however, it's ridiculous to act like the privilage cisgays have is somehow universal, when acceptance of gay people is still highly conditional, limited, and depending on the time and place. Homophobia can still, to this day, manifest in ways that some trans women claim only happens to trans women, such as predatorjacketing.

And oh, man, speaking of different times and places, someone please ask the Crown Prince of Saudi Arabia his opinion. Would you feel 'treated like a woman' if they executed you for identifying as one rather than for being a cis man who has sex with other men? Because they kill people for both.

Iran is, weirdly enough, a T without the LGB country,* and I'd love to see someone try to explain that with the "trans women are taxonomically women because they're treated worse than all men" framework.

I'm sure that despite my disclaimer at the top, you'll take all this to mean that I'm saying cisgay men and trans women aren't treated differently. Again, though: I'm saying there's a lot of overlap, especially up until the mid-2010s, which is still fairly recent. This useful for examining the origin of transmisogynistic belief systems. If you just accept that you're a girl because you know you are and are at peace with it being an internal thing, the existence of the iconically predatorjacketing Boys Beware (1961) is not a crushing blow to your sense of womanhood.

*with too many asterisks to fit into one asterisk, but the point stands that they allow transitioning while homosexuality still carries the death penalty

[dr-peepee-king]

YES Read This, because despite saying that I “condone everything” what I actually mean is that I condone/accept the thoughts and opinions of everybody on here. Like the reason that I don’t really have a DNI is that I don’t care what you post and I’m indifferent to whatever you say/think about the cases and such. It’s your opinion, your blog, and I’m not gonna stop you.

But to be very realistic, I don’t truly condone the actions of the perpetrators. For instance, I agree and can empathize with Eric and Dylan’s line of thinking; being outcasts, feeling like they don’t belong, being bullied, and thus wanting revenge. I can empathize with them because they are human and I understand their pain. All of that I can get behind. But then

instead of actually going on to kill the bullies and the people who made their lives hell, they kill a bunch of innocent people and rip those families apart for seemingly no good reason.

And

I get that most killers are just angry, depressed misanthropic people who hate the entire human race or feel wronged by the whole world, but still. There is no justifying the murder of innocents.

This is why I really don’t fuck with Adam Lanza or Salvador Ramos. Like yes every killer is just as bad as the next, but how is mowing down a bunch of little kids sending a message or changing things.

And I guess that’s the thing. Most killers now don’t care about actually sending a message. They’re just depressed, full of pent up hatred for everyone and everything, and they want to die/give up, but not without leaving a lasting impression.

I think the only murder I can fully stand behind is true heroic vigilantism. Killing for a cause, killing for revenge. Getting back at a bully, you or a loved one was raped, a loved one was murdered, that kind of thing makes sense. But killing just to kill

But I guess when you finally unleash all that rage, it would make sense that you just lose control. Like by the time you’ve created your plan, you’ve probably already lost your mind, and are so removed from reality you can’t even think about logistics or being rational. You just let go and at that point, it doesn’t even matter or occur to you who’s in your path, whose life you’re taking.

So I guess the point is that I want there to be a reason to destruction, but sometimes there is none, or it gets lost along the way and I will still manage to understand because the killers are human and we’re meant to connect, and we have the inexplicable ability to understand the pain and raw suffering someone can experience.

[squiddy-god]

Gonna start this by saying I love lads and that I WILL continue to write more for it and take request but-

Lads is genuinely like the only fandom I'm like legitimately on the fence about writing for, because I write gn readers and that Carries to how I'd write a gn mc and especially because I write alot of male readers and hence would love to write male mc for the like... 6 guys out there who play lads...

But like the lads fandom can literally be so fucking hateful like- I'm sorry but it's a game, and also I get as an otome game it is obviously catered twords straight women, and likely will never get a male mc option but like that is not an excuse to hate?

Like men and nb folks play this game too lmao?

And people always go on and on about how people should just find a different game but like???

A) someone shouldn't have to find a different game just cause you personally have an issue

B) WHAT GAMES??? GENUINELY BE SO FR

I cannot stress enough how there is not a substitute. Like lads has such incredible and high quality game play and story telling, it's balanced, the gatcha system isn't actually trash (love obey me but come on) and the character customisation is just a++++

There isn't a game like that even for straight men but much less as a gay/bi guy. Like the best you are getting is a visual novel but I cannot customise that yk?

Genuinely it would take away literally nothing from the game. It wouldn't make the game any less "for you" genuinely.

And like I know it probably 99.99% won't happen but like a man can dream!!!

Like I really don't get it. And I haven't seen a single good argument because they all boil down to "it's a girls game/catered twords girls" and like ok? This wouldn't take anything away from that??? Genuinely.

But frankly whether you agree or disagree, or hope or not, is it really necessary to be hateful about it?? Like to the point it starts to become genuinely crossing into bigotry, homophobia, and transphobia territory??

Feel like this post will have me on public evacuation notice but- hopefully it's just brain dead tiktok spaces but I'm so tired man.

I'm tired because this is literally nothing new. Men and nd people have always played otome games and similar games and just subbed in the pronouns, they have always done the same with fandom and you know what? They always will. There is nothing wrong with that and there is no reason to make spaces so hostile.

[four-leafed-queer-gal]

Ooh, we're pointing things out? Okay!

Infighting is stupid. Stop doing it.

The tweet does not say "fuck Nazis," actually! It says "How to find Nazis: (1). Post... 'Fuck Nazis.' (2). Watch for the... 'Don't call people you disagree with Nazis!' comments. (3). You found the Nazis."

Did what thing?

The distinction is very meaningful, in fact. Just like the distinction between generalisation and oversimplification. Or the distinction between fruit and vegetable. Or the distinction between fascist and US politician. Or, to use a really good analogy, the distinction between square and rectangle! All squares are rectangles, nor all rectangles are square. Similarly, all Nazis are fascists, but not all fascists are Nazis. Make sense?

Oh, and what you're doing does help? Pray tell how?

And what you're doing doesn't distract? I restate, pray tell how?

He wasn't defending Nazis. Literally nowhere in that did he defend Nazis.

Hi! I'm USAmerican with very recent German family! And uhhhhh how about you shut the fuck up, "lol?"

False! Historians, people who actually care about language, and many others also make that distinction! For example, there's a difference between a fascist and a Mussolinic fascist! Wanna know the difference? Mussolinic fascists really like Mussolini and have the same policies and beliefs, especially about Rome.

If you're also German, so are yours. Congrats! This point kinda refutes itself tbh.

He could be Hindu, there's a near-identical symbol in Hinduism. Or even Norse Pagan, as one of the symbols of Thor is really damn similar. Of course, given the rest of the image, it's obvious he's neither. Well, he might be Pagan. I've met a few far-right pagans. But yeah, it's clear he's wearing it because of (almost) everyone's least favourite Austrian painter. But the point I'm making here: It wouldn't be hyperbole, that's the wrong word. It'd be an assumption. Do you know him? No? Then how do you know he's a Nazi? You can make an EXTREMELY well-educated guess, and you're probably right, but it's still just that. A guess.

Elon Musk is a Mussolinic Fascist and I stand by that statement. I'm a petty bitch and he did the saluto romano. It's kinda suspicious that you aren't calling him what he is. What are you, defending Mussolinic Fascism?

I don't really know enough about German politica to talk about the AfD, but to my knowledge, they aren't a Nationalist-Socialist party, and that's where the name "Nazi" comes from, so....

There was no "um ackshually," there was a "Hey, we should be careful about our word choices, because we risk defusing our own points if we overreach on any terminology."

We do! We also need to use fucking accurate language.

If people don't wanna get called a dumbass, they shouldn't act like one, yet here we are. Dumbass.

True, or they're a Neo-Nazi, which is like a Nazi, but, y'know. New.

Or a historian. Or antique collector.

He did a Mussolinic Fascist salute, he's a Mussolinic Fascist. I love being pedantic!

Correct! That's why we have a word for that! Damn, I swear I said it earlier, it's on the tip of my tongue...Oh yeah! Neo-Nazi.

So if they're Nazis, and they like what the Nazis did, they like what they did? I'm confised, I thought the Nazi time-travel program failed. How are they liking what they did?

He wasn't arguing. You started arguing, actually. Before you replied, it was just a statement, a word of caution about accurate terminology. As soon as you replied all pissed-off, though, you actually started arguing. About terminology. Good job! You've become the very thing you tried to destroy! Dumbass.

I love pointing things out. That was fun!

[mamawasatesttube]

actually i think im putting ron marz in the same writer pile as jeph loeb, i.e. "theoretically can write as long as he doesn't go within a five mile radius of a woman, at which point he immediately forgets all concepts other than titty and booba and what a bitch and nudity and haha sexual harassment haha, etc". which is to say they can't write because if you don't consider women as people there's something fucking wrong with you. but it's actually kind of insane to see how they can do nuance and depth and care about characters... as long as those characters are men. like they have the ability. it's just that if there's a woman on page, it all goes right out the window.

dc versus marvel #1 // green lantern (1990) #94

like howwww are these the same writer. lmfao