#fandom fuck up
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lary-the-lizard · 1 year ago
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Seeing a trend in smut fics where underage trans boys are taken advantage of… wondering why these boys are trans… could just be that I’m triggered as an afab masc person but I kind of feel like these fics make these boys explicitly trans because they want these boys to be extra feminine/submissive/timid/naive/innocent which would be *drum roll* transphobic of them and bad representation of trans boys. Because trans masc people are NOT extra sweet boys devoid of sexual experience just like teen boys aren’t, just like teen girls aren’t. And yes, it’s fanfic, it’s not meant to be realistic, it’s there to satisfy the little fan demon that craves angst and sex but it’s super upsetting that this is how some people see and/or desire trans boys and trans afab people. When girls are perceived as timid, pure, sweet, and innocent it drives them crazy because it’s actually demeaning to be treated that way so when trans afab people are treated that way it shows us that we AREN’T being seen or treated with 1) basic respect and 2) as masc people. Because we APPEAR small and soft we are treated as if we are sugar and spice and everything nice when in reality we are every combination of traits possible. But a trait that is VERY COMMON among afab people is that we are angry. And our anger is constantly overlooked.
In the Trigun Stampede fandom it is very common for fic writers to write Vash as a trans man. Whatever, that’s chill. But what I’ve noticed is that Vash’s genitals almost always foreshadow how he’s going to be characterized in the fic. Is he the peace loving, non-confrontational, feisty, overly sacrificial Vash or the impatient, donut eating, mischievous, overachiever Vash? You can fucking bet in which version he has a pussy. Because women are the nurturers, women are timid, they are sacrificial, and create peace, right? Sacrifice and kindness just come with the pussy, it’s in the contract, didn’t you know? It’s the penis that gives men the spine, apparently. All of this is disgusting, all of it is frustrating, it’s sexist and transphobic. Trans afab people are kind most times, we like peace generally, but we’re gross too, we’re physically strong too, we’re angry and horny and hateful and impatient and rude and dishonest and assertive and zealous and confident and athletic and ambitious and violent and angry and know so much about bodies and hormones and medicine and mental illness and torture. Like, Jesus Christ, do you know how fucking frustrating it is to be shut up again and again and again because you’re cute apparently? Do you know how fucking frustrating it is talking about the violence of your mind and how your sex life is going only to be told that you’re a fucking cinnamon roll? Do you know how goddamn aggravating it is to be characterized as submissive and docile always because you and society disagree on what having a body mean? Our anger isn’t cute, it’s fucking violent. Our assertiveness shouldn’t be shocking, it should be accepted, and our infantilization and feminization isn’t a compliment, it’s the most common insult.
I should make this a whole essay
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talonsin · 6 months ago
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krysmcscience · 2 months ago
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I have some questions about karaoke night, Alex Hirsch. Very Important Questions. Which I will happily scream at a poor hapless baby triangle who can have no answers for me, and possibly also does not have object permanence yet.
Follow-up that is I guess suggestive, but let's be real here, Bill's a fucking triangle:
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Dude slipped right into his birthday suit, lmao
this is so stupid :D
Anyway, I don't care what anyone says, this brilliant individual knows what's up - Bill is absolutely way more of a monsterfucker than Ford could or ever will be, full stop.
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ferocioustrout · 8 months ago
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normalize shipping two characters just because you like them both. “they never interacted” they interact in my brain when I think about them constantly. get fucked. they’re making out rn.
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redpapercraness · 14 days ago
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to lose you
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illusioncanthurtme--art · 2 months ago
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pls pls heard me out...FIDDLESTAN! <3
ok, i got this ask ten days ago, and I've been thinking about it ever since. Because I got two other asks asking for fiddauthor, and I dON'T KNOW HOW TO LET THEM DOWN LIGHTLY BECAUSE I'M A FIDDLESTAN BITCH THROUGH AND THROUGH 😭😭😭😭 I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!!!!
Don't get me wrong, fiddauthor is great and makes sense and everything. But listen. Billford and fiddauthor are multidimensional ships, they are good! But FIDDLESTAN!?!? that shit is the WHAT-THE-HECK-A-HEDRON!!!!!!! Even though it's literally 100% speculation, the implications are FUCKING CRAZY!!!!!!!!! I jumped between three ships so far during this gravity falls thing, each time thinking one is better than the other. I've decided that FIDDLESTAN IS KING!!!!!! I'm sorry. I could rant about them forever. I've been listening to nothing but extended versions of disco music for the past week. (YES THEY HAD A CRAZY ROMANTIC FLING IN VEGAS NO I WILL NOT ELABORATE!!!! (yes i will. I will elaborate at some point. it will be like ten pages or text. or I will draw it. idk.))
Here is a sketchbook doodle from like a week ago. I'm gonna post another fiddlestan thing in a few moments, but my style changes like I'm a completely different artist every week without warning, so I'm gonna leave this by itself!
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He comes into YOUR house, he steals YOUR identity, and he fucks YOUR research partner!!! Fuck you!!!!!!!!!!
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lotus-pear · 8 months ago
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cringefail exes oh my god
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somewhereincairparavel · 5 months ago
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i will never understand how people have the heart to hate Jason even after they found out that his Ambrosia tastes like fucking sawdust. Ambrosia being tasty is like one single happy thing a demigod can have despite their tragic lives, because it reminds them of the home they once had, but lost. And Jason doesn't even have that, he doesn't even have a home to lose in the first place.
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stellarspecter · 1 year ago
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@pscentral event 20: antagonists ↳ THE LORDS IN BLACK in NERDY PRUDES MUST DIE
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thesoftboiledegg · 1 year ago
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mroddmod · 20 days ago
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villain and violent; infant and innocent
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Me when I really want to draw fanart for a fandom because it looks so cool, but I haven't the slightest idea about any deeper lore than surface level plot and symbolism
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jaewritesfic · 4 months ago
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Melon!AU Part 3
The creature's surprise surprises everyone else.
“It understands English?” Dick asks with a thoughtful tone lacing his voice.
“Or recognizes the motion of the wave as something benign,” Damian proposes, tense as a live wire as he keeps eagle eyes on Cass below.
Cass raises her hands, and though she does so slowly no amount of surprise keeps the creature from restarting that odd, piercing warning sound.
“Don't be afraid,” she says slowly and clearly, her hands moving to sign the words as she speaks. “I'm a friend.”
Despite there being no iris or pupil to be found in those glowing eyes, the way they dart back and forth between her hands and her mask is clear to see.
It doesn't stop growling, but it does shift uneasily. 
Cass's hands move to sign without speaking.
Do you understand me?
Nothing, save for the flicking of bottomless eyes.
“Do you understand me?”
The creature twitches, like being asked such a thing is a surprise. It takes a long moment - as if the question must be some kind of trap - before its head jerks in a jittery, hesitant nod.
More than one person's breath catches audibly over comms.
The set of Cass's shoulders softens in a way that telegraphs a smile, one that can't be seen past her mask.
“Nice to meet you,” she says with her voice.
Knows English but not sign, she says with her hands.
Smart girl. With that knowledge she can sign to the Bats without the creature realizing her hands are saying anything different than her mouth.
As soon as nice to meet you spills into the open air, the creature stops growling. For something with such an inhuman, blank face it telegraphs shock and confusion loudly.
Actually, it…it's almost like Bruce can feel those things himself, like something brushing against the base of his brain. It's disturbing and fascinating all at once.
Perhaps the feelings of dread and disturbance being near it causes is more than just fear of the unknown.
If it can project its own feelings, can it also sense theirs? Bruce isn't sure how he feels about that idea.
“Are you hurt?”
Definitely guarding chest. Bleeding.
“Bleeding?” Tim asks. 
“Chest hurts?”
Bleeding green.
“It's bleeding the Lazarus water?” Tim hisses. 
“I'm sorry,” Jason's voice cuts in on comms. “Your creature is bleeding what now?”
“Unconfirmed, but the color is similar,” Bruce says.
Jason is on standby, gracious enough to be patrolling a little further than his usual to cover the gaps while they deal with whatever this is.
Gracious is actually a stretch considering the choice words he'd had about the request when asked. Still, the protests had been more routine than truly venomous.
Bruce suspects he's mostly displeased with not being on site if his siblings need him in the face of a total unknown.
“Do you need help?” Cass's voice rings out softly again.
Doesn't want to admit injury.
“A doctor?”
There are flinches all around as that finally gathers a marked reaction, and a negative one. The sound is like nails on a chalkboard, like a million light bulb filaments breaking and fizzling out. The cadence is odd, almost like the creature is trying to speak.
“No doctor! Okay, no doctor. It's okay.”
Afraid. Terrified.
The sound stutters out again, that odd feeling against the base of Bruce's skull and the wide eyes of the creature projecting confusion and disbelief over the easy acquiescence. 
This is not an entity that expects to have its desires or fears cared about. Bruce has a bad feeling it's an expectation borne from experience.
Once again, he thinks with a sick feeling about the fact that he hadn't stopped to consider the creature might be reasoned with until Cass stepped in.
“Can I come closer?”
The creature whines as if it's a frightened stray, not a shadowy nightmare. Its claws click against the pavement in a manner that feels distinctly nervous. 
“Please? I won't hurt you.”
Tired. Can't go for much longer and knows it.
They all watch closely as the creature's eyes flicker up and towards the line of police cruisers and officers at the very end of the alley, then back to Cass.
Its claws keep clicking. 
The pool of green below it might be bigger, or it might just be the new knowledge that the substance is like blood messing with Bruce's nerves.
“I'm coming over. Slow. I won't hurt you.”
Weighing their options. Either me or cops. Knows that too.
True to her word, Cass moves slowly.
The creature's tail lashes and it grumbles its unrest, but it doesn't snarl like before and it doesn't lash out even when she's certainly close enough for those long spindly arms to reach.
Cass sinks to her knees just feet from it, posture intentionally open. Carefully, she offers another wave and a pleased, “Hello. See? All okay.”
Bruce's heart seizes. For just a moment, the wide glowing eyes angled to look up at Cass read as painfully young. Like a frightened child.
“You need help,” Cass almost whispers, hands laying on her thighs in plain sight. “No doctors, I know. But maybe a safe place? Come with me?”
Surely the comms have never been so silent as they are while Cass turns her hands over and extends them, like she's inviting the creature to place its own in her palms.
“Keep you safe. I promise.”
For a long few moments, the creature is so silent and still it may well have frozen in time.
Then there's a mourning keen that nearly buckles Bruce at the knees and the creature is moving. 
Instead of taking her hands, it drags itself forward and grabs at her to a chorus of panicked shouts on the comms. So quickly nobody has time to react, it's dragged itself up to cling to her shoulders and bury its face in her neck.
The shadowy frame trembles when she holds it in return.
Masterpost
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jaguarys · 1 year ago
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This came to me in a vision
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auchaczer · 6 months ago
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can’t wait to see my beautiful fucked up evil princess soon!!! <3
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internally-weird · 4 months ago
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some anti on tiktok: hey guys just so you know 🌺💞 is a proshit combo for mom x daughter, 🐺🍡 means adult x child and 🦷🧠 is cannibalism kink!!
other antis in the comments: omg thank you!! now i know who to block
proshippers who have never seen those combos in their lives: what
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