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the-therapist-is-ace · 2 years ago

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Guuuuueeeess who it is! That's right, the therapist is back, yay!

And YIKES.

"Constructive critisism" is a label used to hide so many unwanted and more often than not, rude and unappropriate comments on the writing than anything else.

Fandoms are, by definition, something made of, and by the fans. As such, it's also by definition something made by someone in their free time, because they enjoy the source material and don't expect anything from it asides from a "nice art/fic/gift" comment, or a like or a kudos if they share it on the Internet.

Those creators do not expect "constructive critisism" unless they explicitely ask for it. Especially not from strangers on the Internet. If someone bring you a gift, you are not tearing it to shreds to point all the flaws in it. That's called being a d-bag, not being helpful.

If you want to help them improve, by the love of everything good in this world encourage them to continue creating!

It's only like that, that they'll improve, wihout having their self-esteem smashed on the ground like a shattered mirror. It's not by pointing every single flaws in a story or art that they even MENTION sometimes as "my first work on this fandom!"

And don't get me started on psychology, because oooooh boy do I have THINGS to say!

Writing, or making art (drawing, sewing, I even saw some sculptures!) is for a lot of people their coping mechanisms. And if there's one thing that any good therapists will tell you -or at least I hope so- it's that coping mechanisms are EXTREMELY important for a patient's mental health! They're the reason that the patient hadn't fall into depression yet, or it's their way out of it! It's the highlight of their day, when they are going through some though times in theirs lives! It's their way of expressing themselves if they have troubles with expressing their feelings in general (hello the autistics that may read me here, hope you're all doing fantastic ^^) or if they don't want to talk.

I went a bit overboard here, but what I mean is: coping mechanisms are ULTRA important to a person's mental health.

And something that always PISS ME OFF, it's someone trying to ruin someone else's more often than not only way to escape from reality by destroying their confidence in their capacity to create. (Just as a reminder: you do NOT need to be a good writer or a good artist to enjoy it. You like this hobby, it's a hobby! And especially if it's your coping mechanisms.)

No. No you are NOT doing them a favor, you're just destroying their creativity. You just make them not want to create, or in the "less worse scenario" make them not want to share with other fans, which is always a loss, especially in a small fandom (not to the say that in the bigger ones it's not an issue of course.)

So just. Stop. Stop giving unwanted critisism, constructive or not. The new authors/artists don't need that. They need support.

Hey, if you don't have something nice to say about other people's creations (gifsets, art, fic etc)

then

don't say anything at all.

#constructive critisism #fanfiction #fanart #any creation from the fans really #critisism #mental health

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aikoiya · 1 year ago

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Your 'Meeting One's Match' story is AWESOME

THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I worked hard on it! X3

It's a free-used prompt BTW, so if you feel you can write it out as more of a story, then feel free & have fun!

Just, ya know, link me.

Do you have any critiques you could give? A review of sorts?

You don't have to. I'm just curious. I thrive on constructive critisism!

#loz #legend of zelda #aikoiya answers #meeting one's match

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homiesexual-or-homosexual · 4 years ago

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Can I Borrow You For A Second?

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: smut

Warning(s): yoongi’s tongue technology, oral (f receiving), a bit of fingering, blowjob, penetration (f receiving), language

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Yoongi: Agust D! blond era hair with his dark, natural brown eyes. He’s been working on some songs for the future and is pretty stressed, been locked in the studio for a few days but the boys check on him and bring him what he needs

Jimin: natural brown hair with his natural, dark brown eyes, you and him are just chillin before Yoongi asked to borrow you, of course he’s been helping keeping an eye on Yoongi, and you and him are waiting for Yoongi so you guys can go out and drag Yoongi out for a little bit

Y/N: Short hair, glasses, loves the arts (specifically writing, drawing/painting), works in a library and as a freelance artist, you’re chilling with Jimin until Yoongi comes and steals you and fucks you brainless in the studio and in bed

•••••

It’d been quite awhile since you’ve visited the studio, since you’ve visited Yoongi. They’d been on tour for a couple long months and you’d miss them dearly, especially Yoongi.

You thought of visiting them and the opportunity came up when Jimin told you Yoongi hadn’t been out of his studio in a few days and it was your guys’ mission to bring him out and take him somewhere.

Now, both you and Jimin sat in the little lounge area, waiting for the blond man to appear.

Jimin thought once he sent the text saying that you were here with him he’d see Yoongi come out immediately, but that was two hours ago.

“Maybe he’s just really busy. We can totally do this another time, y’know?” You tried to reason.

“Yeah, but he’s been in there ever since we’ve come back,” Jimin sighed. “And I thought once I said you were here he’d come out almost immediately.”

You sighed in response, taking a second before looking back at your phone.

You and Jimin chilled out in their little sitting room outsider their studios. Jimin turned on the tv for background noise as you two chatted about the tour and how that was and how you’d been when they were gone. You’d missed them dearly, you mentioned that many times in your conversation.

A door creaking open and the sound of bare feet against the wood tile cut your guy’s conversation short.

You turned and saw Yoongi, four hours after Jimin had told him you were here.

The messy haired blond stood in the hallway, rubbing his eyes. He wore one of his white tank tops and some black basketball shorts.

He squinted his eyes at the bright lights, walking into the kitchen.

“Working in the dark again, hyung?” Jimin jokingly asked, but concern laced his voice.

“Yoongi,” You whined, watching as the blond raided the fridge, “I told you not to woke in the dark! It’s bad for your eyes.”

Yoongi turned at your voice, looking at your with a blank expression before nodding his head.

“Sorry, y/n,” He paused for a few moments, staring at you. “Can I borrow you for a second, y/n? I need some help with something.”

You perked up, excited to spend some time with Yoongi after a long time of not physically being in his presence.

“Sure! I’d love to help! Do you need Jimin to or–,” You were cut off by Jimin.

“Actually! Taehyung and Jungkook wanted to have a little night out with me so maybe I can help next time. I’m sure Yoongi will be fine won’t just you, right hyung?” He winked.

Yoongi’s brows furrowed and his cheeks went red, “Yes. I’ll be fine. Be safe and don’t do anything illegal.”

“Yes sir!” Jimin saluted with a laugh. “See you guys tomorrow!”

“Bye Jimin!!” You hugged him tightly.

Jimin got up and trotted out the door, locking it before the door closed.

Yoongi grabbed your hand with his free one, as he’d stuffed all drinks and snacks in his arm. He put in his code and let you in first, shutting the door behind him.

He put the snacks on the table in front of his couch and before he got comfy in his desk chair, you took a look around his studio and could tell he’d been staying in here for a couple of days.

The clothes hamper put beside his door had some clothes in it, a couple of silverware were settled onto the table where the snacks were, and a few blankets were thrown onto the arms of the couch.

You looked over at the messy haired boy to see him looking at you, headphones in his hand.

“Come sit,” He patted his lap, “but face me please.”

You nodded, settling into his lap.

It was one of his favorite positions to sit with you when he was doing something in the studio. It was an easy way to be as close to you as possible in the moment.

Yoongi handed you the headphones, you put them on and he started the music.

He watched your face through the entire song, only nodding when you said you liked something and when you critiqued something.

“Overall, I really like the beat! I can’t wait to see the end result of this,” You smiled, taking the headphones off and handing them back to Yoongi.

“I’m glad you like it. Thank you for your help, y/n,” He smiles but it quickly fell. “I’m sorry for staying in here for so long and not taking proper care of myself and taking breaks like I know you’d want me to, especially since we just got back from tour.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” You held his face. “I know that sometimes inspiration strikes and you just have to get it all out, and that’s okay. But take a break every once in awhile, okay?”

He nodded, putting his headphones on and hugging you close to him as he began to continue his work.

A couple hours had past. It was around 2am now. You’d never moved from your spot, straddling Yoongi while he worked. Your head was smooshed into the crook of his neck, your glasses set onto the desk he worked on. You’re tired now, wrapped into the warmth and smell of what was Yoongi.

You hummed, snuggling in closer.

Yoongi hummed back, rubbing your back with one hand.

You expected him to go back to work, but no. He continued to rub your back, going down and squeezing your thigh.

On the second time around, he took his headphones off and his other hand joined. Down your back and to your thighs.

Yoongi continued, ghosting over your butt.

As he went back to your thighs, his thumbs ventured between and pressed against your clit before going back up your back up your back.

Your breath caught in your throat, your hips jerking.

Yoongi grabbed your ass and pulled you forward to sit on his erection. He spanked you twice, drawing two small whines from you.

His hands travelled up your shirt and he played with the hooks on your bra.

“May I?” He asked, his voice just an octave lower than normal.

You nodded.

“Words.”

“Yes Daddy.”

“Good girl,” Yoongi praised, kissing your neck.

You helped him take off your bra and he drops it on the ground, hands instantly going back under your shirt and groping at your boobs.

You whined as he flicked his thumb over your nipples. You arched your back at the sudden feeling.

He pinched and grabbed at your nipples, pulling them out and then down. His fingers doing works on you as he circled and pressed and groped and pinched and pulled.

All of his actions drew at whimpers and whines. You rubbed against him, feeling yourself get wetter and wetter from his fingers.

He pulled your shirt up to expose those wonderful breasts that he oh so loved. He dove down to suck on your right tit.

Yoongi sucked, and licked, and bit at your nipple.

You moaned, gripping onto his t-shirt. You screwed your eyes closed and did a motion of jumping your hips up and down and attempting to rub against him.

Yoongi pressed your chest closer to his face with his hand on your back. He paused his sucking for a moment to flick his tongue over your nipple and to squeeze and tug at the other one with his hand.

You moaned and could practically feel yourself dripping.

Yoongi finally moved over to your other nipple, sucking and biting. He still pulled at your right nipple.

You moaned louder and louder as the pleasure built up.

Yoongi moved to beside your nipple and started sucking. He sucked and sucked and sucked, leaving hickeies all across your chest.

He gently pulled your shirt off and started kissing up your neck, sucking some more hickies onto either sides of your neck.

Slowly, he made his way up to your lips and kissed you. Yoongi gave you a long kiss before prompting your mouth open so he could explore after such a long time.

You tongued at each other, sucking on each other’s tongues before you kissed down to his neck, leaving your own hickies.

Yoongi groaned at each mark, moving your hips to grind against him.

“Keep going,” He ordered.

You kept moving your hips and he reached between your thighs and started rubbing you.

“So wet for me, hmm?” He growled.

“Yes sir,” you answered in a small voice.

You moaned as he rubbed against your clit, your hips stuttering.

“Up, please,” Yoongi said, pushing you off just the slightest bit.

You got up, confused.

“Take those shorts off for me.”

You complied, slowly taking them off and tossing them to the side.

Yoongi beckoned you close, grabbing your thighs as he began to kiss your stomach.

You grabbed your glasses, put them on, and watched Yoongi.

He pulled your panties down, having you step out of them so he could set them to the side. He looked up at you as he kisses down your legs and on your inner thighs.

You whined, wanting more.

“Patience.” Yoongi ordered.

You nodded, “yes sir.”

He continued his kisses to your heat, looking up at your as he licked at your clit.

You gasped, grabbing at his blond locks. You screwed your eyes shut.

Yoongi continued his licks. He spread your legs and licked all the way from your entrance to your clit, listening to your moans and whines. He kisses at your wetness, sucking at your most sensitive spots.

All the while, you gripped his hair and tried your best to keep your hips still, but the occasional squirm made its way through. Your knees were shaking, feeling like jello as you tried your best to stay still for Yoongi.

Yoongi sucked at your clit as he fingered your folds before easing a finger into your entrance.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” You moaned, not used to the feeling of his fingers.

Yoongi growled against you, sending a shiver up your spine. He slowly moved his finger into and out, speeding up bit by bit.

Under the sound of your moans, you could hear the squelching sound as Yoongi’s finger thrust in and out of you, and the occasional sound of his sucking.

Your legs became shakier as warmth grew in your body and a knot grew in your lower abdomen. The closer you got, the more vocal you became.

“I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum,” you repeated, growing closer.

Yoongi sucked harder, his tongue flicking against your clit and his finger pumped faster.

Zeroing in on the pleasure, you came, moaning out both his name and his favorite title. Your thighs shook and you pushed your hips against his face.

“Ah. Keep going. Keep going!” You begged, moving your hips to try and ride out your high.

Yoongi continued flicking his tongue against your clit and thrusting his finger in and out of you, going faster to help you ride out your orgasm.

You pushed him away as the sensitivity set in, your pussy throbbing.

Yoongi pulled away, leaving hickies on your thighs before sitting back on his chair.

You stood in front of him, shaky and fucked out. You sat down in front of him, laying your head on his leg.

You hadn’t had an orgasm that intense ever since Yoongi left for tour, so it was a little exhausting.

Yoongi pet your head, brushing the hair from your face. He pushed your glasses up and bit as he tilted your head to look up at him. Yoongi looked at you with the most endearing look in his eyes.

“You did such a good job for me, even after such a long time. You’re such a good girl for me,” Yoongi praised, picking your head up as he leaned down for a kiss.

He gave you a few more moments to calm down.

“Wanna have some more fun?” He asked, palming at the bulge in his shorts.

You perked up, nodding.

He chuckled before pulling his shorts and boxers down, his dick resting against his stomach.

Yoongi had the perfect dick. The perfect length and perfect girth so it sat perfectly inside of you. It’s head tinted a perfect little pink.

You sat between his legs, eagerly waiting.

“Open.”

You obliged, opening your mouth.

“Stick your tongue out.”

You did and was met with Yoongi tapping his dick against your tongue. Then he held his member against your tongue and you took it into your mouth.

You bobbed your head up and down, reaching between the two of you to play with his balls.

You sink down further and further, the tip hitting the back of your throat.

You could hear Yoongi’s breathing, and his sharp intake when you’d first taken him into your mouth.

Yoongi put his hand on your head, taking control. He thrust his hips up just a smidge, pushing your head down at the same time.

You could taste his precum on your tongue. You hummed at the taste, going just a little faster.

Yoongi groaned, throwing his head back against his chair. He gripped at your hair, thrusting into your mouth.

“mm.. wait y/n. wait,” Yoongi whined, gently pulling your hair.

You stoppped and looked up at him, confusion lacing your vision.

“Up and come sit. I wanna feel that tight little pussy of yours,” Yoongi hummed, patting his thigh.

You gasped a little at his bluntness, a blush creeping onto your cheeks.

Yoongi laughed, caressing your face.

You crawled into his lap, slowly sinking down to his length, slick with your previous salvia. You whined as he filled you up. You closed your eyes and scrunched your eyesbrows as you sunk down.

Yoongi sighed as you finally bottomed out, his hands immediately going to your hips. He moved you back and forth, getting you used to his length.

Slowly, he started moving your hips up and down, his hands on your butt.

You took a little control, helping Yoongi move your body. You put your arms on his shoulders to steady himself.

Yoongi leaned forward, kissing you. He slowly leaned back.

You followed him, tonguing at his lips.

As soon as Yoongi opened his mouth, you put your tongue in. You felt around with his, salvia coating both of your lips.

Soon enough, Yoongi quicken the pace rather quickly. He held your hips and pounded into you, groans and growls thundered in his chest.

You cried out as skin slapped against skin. You gripped onto his shirt.

“Yoon-Yoongi!!” You cried.

Yoongi brought a thumb to your clit and started to vigorously.

You cried out again, that little knot growing quickly in your stomach again.

“C’mon. Cum for me. Cum with me,” Yoongi demanded, thrusting up into your faster.

Yoongi growled, rubbing you faster.

Suddenly, the knot snapped and you came. You screamed his name, bouncing up and down faster.

Yoongi came with you, growled as you bit your neck.

As he came down from his high, you let go of your neck, kissing the spot. He rubbed your hips and whispered little praises in your ear.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his cheek, humming as you wiggled into his warmth.

“I’ve missed you so much,” Yoongi sighed, rubbing your back.

“I missed you too, Yoongi,” You smiled, kissing his cheek again.

“Let’s take a bath when home,” Yoongi suggested.

“Sounds good with me,” You agreed.

#bts x reader #yoongi x reader #min yoongi x reader #suga x reader #bts #bangtan boys #min yoongi #yoongi #suga #-#feel free to give any constructive critisism #I think it be greatly appreciated

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palettepainter · 3 years ago

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Welcome to my Tumblr!! (Read the rules about asks)

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-Zoophobia questions will be deleted. It’s honestly sad I gotta put this here but some people just don’t understand. I am no longer in this fandom, I don’t wanna talk about it. I still like the fandom but I have no interest in contributing to it. PLEASE do NOT make fanart of my Zoophobia OC’s or use them in any sort of Zoophobia related continuation/AU

-I won’t answer any personal questions (what my sexuality is/if I’m in a relationship/anything about my family etc), any questions like this will be deleted.

-If you message me “Hey” or “Hey how are you” it’s very likely I’m not going to reply. I get anxious very easily and I don’t like the continuous loop of “Hi how are you” “I’m good you?”. I’m sure you mean we’ll when you message but I’m anxious and I can’t handle it

-I won’t answer any ask that I feel is too gore/dark themes/NFSW heavy. Any work I do that does include some mature themes I will give a warning on

-Give constructed critisism, don’t send in messages like “Character X would never do that because..” or “Shipping character X with Y literally makes no sense”. If you don’t like my work you’re free to leave, respect my work

-I draw what I want when I have the motivation to, I’m drawing at my own pace so do not send in asks requesting anything. They’ll be deleted.

-Just be a nice person

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evilwriter37 · 3 years ago

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Do you think anyone can give criticism on fanfiction? Because whenever I am about to give constructive critisism on a fanfic, I back out because that person has at least written something good and I haven't, I'm just commenting and I feel like an asshole. Just curious about what you think.

Okay, this topic is actually really important to me. I’ve reblogged many a post on it.

No one should give constructive criticism on fanfiction unless the author explicitly asks for it.

Why? Because we’re doing this for free, as a hobby. A lot of us don’t want any constructive criticism, because as constructive as people think they’re being, it can still be hurtful. What makes you think you know the story that the author wants to tell better than the author? Or that you have a better grasp on grammar? What if the author doesn’t care about improving, or does, but doesn’t want to do it through criticism given by complete strangers? There are a million good reasons not to give criticism on fanfics.

Look, for instance, I woke up to constructive criticism on a fic today, and it made me feel angry. I want to respond with: “Okay, where did I ask for this?” I never did. You are not an editor. You are a reader. Sometimes fanfic does go through editors, and sometimes it doesn’t. In the grand scheme of things, that doesn’t really matter.

Don’t give criticism on fanfic.

#asks #fanfiction

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the-real-slim-shady · 5 years ago

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Transgender and Non-Binary People: The Facts and Science Behind Them

I wrote this essay a while ago, after I had an argument with my mom about transgender people, and I figured I'd share it, it’s really long, so feel free to just skim it and find the important parts lol.

In recent years, gender issues have become much more prevalent in our society. People who are transgender and non-binary finally feel comfortable being who they are, but there are still people who think transgender and non-binary people don’t exist. Some believe that they’re just seeking attention, or that all of their problems could be solved with therapy. This is a tricky topic because it is hard to scientifically prove how a person feels in their body.

People usually think of the words “sex” and “gender” as interchangable, but this is in fact incorrect. In general terms, the word “sex” refers to the biological differences between men and women, such as the genitalia and genetic differences. “Gender” is more ambiguous, and harder to define. Gender usually refers to the role of a man and woman in society or an individual’s concept of themselves. To put it simply, sex is in the body, gender is in the mind. Sometimes a person’s genetically assigned sex does not line up with their gender. These individuals usually refer to themselves as transgender, non-binary, or genderfluid.

We all learn in middle school that the last pair of chromosomes we have determines our sex. XX for a woman and XY for a man. Sex, however, is not that simple. The male/female split is often seen as a man-or-woman binary, but this is not entirely true. Some men are born with two or three X chromosomes as well as a Y, and some women are born with a Y chromosome. In some cases, a child is born with a mix between male and female genitalia. This is sometimes deemed intersex, and parents can decide which gender to assign to the child, but sometimes the child feels neither male nor female or disagrees with their parents’ decision. A person can be female if they have an X and Y chromosome but they are insensitive to androgens, so they have a female body. A person can have an X and Y chromosome and have a female body because their Y is missing the SRY gene. A person can have two X chromosomes and have a male body because one of their X’s has a SRY gene. A person can be female because they only have one X chromosome. A person can be male because they have two X chromosomes and one Y. A person can be male because you have two X chromosomes but your heart and brain are male and a person can be female with an X and a Y because their heart and mind feel stuck inside the wrong body.

Most people’s sex and gender line up. The expectation that if you’re assigned a male at birth, you’re a man, and you’re assigned female at birth you’re a woman, lines up for people who are cisgender. But for people who are transgender or non-binary, the sex they’re assigned at birth may not align with the gender they know themselves to be. The concepts of gender and sex are socially constructed. We as a society assign gender and sex based on socially agreed upon characteristics. Dresses, the color pink, makeup, long hair, painted nails, and high heels belong to women, but we have seen in the past that this wasn’t always true, and as time goes on, the gendering of the aforementioned products is fading. This doesn’t mean that body parts and functions are “made up”, it just means that we categorize and define things in ways that could actually be different.

The transgender and non-binary identity has long been associated with poor mental health and trauma that can be “cured” by therapy. Science however, says otherwise. Transgender women tend to have brain structures that resemble cisgender women rather than cisgender men. The bed nucleus of the stria terminalis (BSTc) in transgender women is more similar to cisgender women than cisgender men, and the BSTc in transgender men more closely resembles that of a cisgender man. Science tells us that gender is not binary, it may even be a linear spectrum. Like other facets of identity, it can operate on a large range of levels and operate outside of many definitions. Transgender and non binary individuals are not suffering from a mental illness or carefully “choosing” a different identity. The transgender and non-binary identity is multi dimensional, but it deserves no less respect or recognition than any other facet of humankind.

It is essential to understand the difference between transgender people and non binary people. Transgender people feel like their assigned sex is wrong, and therefore change their gender and sometimes undergo surgery. Non-binary and genderqueer people identify themselves with neither an exclusively male or female gender, their gender identity is beyond the gender binary, sometimes fluctuates between genders, or rejects the gender binary. People who are genderqueer or genderfluid alternate between genders. Kind of like a craving for food, one day they will feel like one gender and wish to be addressed as such, and maybe in a day or a week they’ll feel like another gender and some days they will feel like no gender at all. This may seem to some people like they should just make up their minds, but trust me, if they could they would. Non binary people, however, feel like no gender, and will always feel like they belong outside the gender binary. Science has yet to provide an insight into the non-binary identity and whether there’s any scientific basis to them.

Some people say that transgender and non binary individuals are just feeling gender dysphoria, and they can overcome it. Gender dysphoria is actually just a name for how transgender and onbinary people feel before they come out: feeling that your emotional or psychological identiy as male or female to be opposite to your biological sex. Gender dysphoria is a strong desire to be rid of your sex characteristics because you feel like they don’t belong to you. It is a strong desire for the sex characteristics of the other gender, or no sex charecteristics at all. It is a strong desire to be treated as another gender. It is a strong conviction that you are not the gender you were born as.

Some people believe that gender dysphoria for transgender and non-binary people can be solved by therapy. However, researchers analyzed survey responses from more than 27,000 transgender adults accross the US with a roughly even mix of transgender women and transgender men. People who had undergone conversion therapy at some point in their lives were twice as likely to have attempted suicide than someone who had not. About 70% said they had talked to a professional at some point about their gender identity and of those 70%, 20% had undergone conversion therapy. All of the aforementioned people are still transgender.

In addition, many medical associations and academies have spoken out against conversion therapy. The American Academy of Child and Adolescent Psychiatry “finds no evidence to support the application of any “therapeutic intervention” operating under the premise that a specific sexual orientation, gender identity, and/or gender expression is pathological. Furthermore, based on the scientific evidence, the AACAP asserts that such ‘conversion therapies’ lack scientific credibility and clinical utility. Additionally, there is evidence that such interventions are harmful. As a result, ‘conversion therapies’ should not be part of any behavioral health treatment of children and adolescents."

The American Academy of Pediatrics says “"Confusion about sexual orientation is not unusual during adolescence. Counseling may be helpful for young people who are uncertain about their sexual orientation or for those who are uncertain about how to express their sexuality and might profit from an attempt at clarification through a counseling or psychotherapeutic initiative. Therapy directed specifically at changing sexual orientation is contraindicated, since it can provoke guilt and anxiety while having little or no potential for achieving changes in orientation."

Since the beginnning of the non-binary movement, it has gathered skepticism, critisism, derision, and even violence. Many non-binary people (and transgender people too) are accused of being “special snowflakes” or “drama queens” and “attention whores”. However, this criticism ignores the fact that gender identity is largely personal. In addition, something as simple as the way you wish to be identified tends to cause hatred to be sent your way. There is little critisim towards non-binary people that can be directed towards them in a constructive matter. If a non-binary person is in fact “just doing it for attention” the name calling and hatred would just be feeding into their desire for attention and giving them exactly what they want!

Finally, if exploring your gender identity is a “trend” as some have called it, then isn’t it better than the previous trend of feeling isolated and alone and having absolutely no way to be who you are and say what you feel? In light of the current lack of any scientific evidence as to the biological nature of non-binary transsexuality, it is best to act in the same way as any situation where there is a phenomenon yet to be proven by science: doubt, skepticism, and open-mindedness, which accepts the potential for truth, but does not assume it.

Some people are against the idea of calling a transgender or non-binary person their chosen pronouns because they disagree with the way that said person identifies themselves, and they reserve the right to their freedom of speech. Dr. Jordan Peterson is one of these people.

Dr. Peterson is a psychology professor at the University of Toronto. He released a video lecture series taking aim at political correctness. He was frustrated with being asked to use alternative pronouns requested by trans and non-binary students and staff. “I’ve studied authoritarianism for a very long time, for forty years,” Dr Peterson told the BBC. “It starts by people’s attempts to control the ideological and linguistic territory. There’s no chance I’m going to use words made up by people who are doing that, not a chance.” Dr Peterson is concerned proposed federal human rights legislation will elevate his refusal to use alternative pronouns into hate speech. There is currently a bill in Canada that prohibits discrimination under the Canadian Human Rights Act on the basis of gender identity and expression. Under this bill, Dr. Peterson is not guilty of hate speech, but he could face sanction under Ontario’s human rights code which extended protection to trans people in 2012.

Conservatives like Dr. Peterson have conjured up images of good people being dragged off to jail for not calling a person by their chosen pronouns. To the contrary, as legal scholars like Brenda Cossman and Kyle Kirkup have patiently explained, the bill in Canada cannot lead to anything remotely like this. But the milk has been spilled, and rants have been recorded, and the subtext is that there is a segment of society accustomed to others accommodating their freedom but not the other way around.

Some people are confused as to why calling someone by their chosen pronouns constitutes as human rights, but I am confused about something else: In what kind of society does the question of whether we should respect people provoke a major debate? In what kind of society does the sentiment “you can’t make me” constitute a compelling argument?

In conclusion, there’s no reason to discriminate against non-binary people or transgender people because contrary to the popular belief, you’re not being morally or intellectually superior, you’re just being rude. Use their prefered name and pronouns. I promise it won’t kill you.

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lcnguor · 5 years ago

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THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme.

fill out & repost ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.

My muse is: canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless /

Is your character popular in the fandom? YES / NO.

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK.

Is your character considered strong in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK.

Are they underrated? YES / NO.

Were they relevant for the main story? YES / NO.

Were they relevant for the main character? YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG.

Are they widely known in their world? YES / NO.

How’s their reputation? GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL.

How strictly do you follow canon? — Since she is an OC with her own lore I would say pretty much . Of course there are some heres and theres and she changed a lot from the first time I dragged her out of the void of my head . I originally wanted to make more of a gag character but ended up taking too much of the screen if I’m honest . but of course , since there is many other lores and crossovers are a must , some things change once or twice .

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals. — Nora is a mentor character , supportive and most likely to be the ace under the sleeve like a Kisuke Urahara from Bleach or Sinbad from Magi --- you know there’s something fishy but there is a charm that even thought they are slidding in the background for the main character , their relevance is vast . As a mentor characters , she would often help with insight , understanding of complex things , giving moral lessons and giving others a sense of security whilst also making sure to throw hints about a doubious nature . Keeping a character around her to keep their feet on ground while never shooting down their hopes and dreams .

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?). — She is not approachable unless you have enough guts to -- perhaps even looks intimidating or hard to come up with something plausible to make the meeting more natural . And honestly , she looks like a mainstream angst character at first glance --- even I myself believe this and start having second thoughts ... :laughs:

What inspired you to rp your muse? — An old project I had archived in my closet of memories (?). She was the main , nameless character of a journal about , well , her and the emotions she had to deal with in the everyday . I will be seriously honest ... it was a self insert :blushes: after all it was like a personal journal I was doing on my darkest days . But after that , she became Sable -- the first character on her own -- who also served as a mentor ( but the story was much more dark , seriously ) and then just came to this . I even used the pre-prototype name lol . The idea was to put the whole story into a RPG pixel game or a short comic series where she ( Sable ) and the protagonist would wander around a city called “Nobody’s Home” , a place were people with “thats” ( what now are called Stalkers ) got dragged into and either confront their emotions and solve / comes in terms with them or get eaten by them ( a metaphor for suicide or dead by mental illness ) . The story was more or less about Sable teaching Nona ( the genderless protagonist ) about different mental states , issues and others and helping people solve them so they can return to the real world . Needless to say , the story ends with Nona returning after coming in terms with their condition ( funnily enough , the protagonist had a bunny shaped emotion ) while on the other hand Sable stayed behind along with her closest friend , who she question why he keeps being around if he could return himself , to what he replies he doesn’t want to leave her alone esp since she can no longer return --- hinting Sable committed suicide but by sheer will power remained there to help others to deal with what she couldn’t . Voez , the friend I mention , is even Victor from her current lore . Haha , I like recycling I guess . When I came with Nora , it was mostly to kill time and altered her base story a bit since the original plot was way to close up to make an interaction .

What keeps your inspiration going? — How well received she became , I know it sounds a bit ... uh , bad . But I honestly never expected people to like her . heck I even have my doubts about myself liking her haha . plus I know it’s not easy to deal with a character with a somewhat meta power ... I still struggle from time to time but I’m managing and having the support I have atm is something that keeps me going . I love plot a shit lot . I love to come up with ideas with others . To expand what I already have . besides , there is so much I haven’t write down yet that is about her lore but I’m a bit insecure yet . I guess I’m too used to forums where everyon follows a general plot haha ... old habits die hard .

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice? YES / NO / EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Do you frequently write headcanons? YES / NO / 50-50

Do you sometimes write drabbles? YES / NO, I HATE DRABBLES.

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day? YES/ NO.

Are you confident in your portrayal? YES / NO / .... UHHHH

Are you confident in your writing? YES / HAHA NO.

Are you a sensitive person? YES VERY MUCH A LOT / NO.

Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal? — I haven’t got any so far --- which honestly surprises me because well ... there is so much that can bother people . as I said , I received a lot of support and praise , which also surprises me haha ... I won’t deny I would love to hear what people think , even if I later end up riding the anxiety train to the moon but it’s also a way to grow up , I believe . god ... I sound like nora Uu

Do you like questions, which help you explore your character? — I absolute love this and need this . It comes easier for me to make a 20 word pages of information about stuff if I’m asking specifically about it . even add explanatory drawings with it lolol since I’m kinda bad with words . besides , showing me interest on a character would just fire the heck out of me to keep going . I mean , everyone likes to get some curiosity and a chance to develop more their characters , canon or not .

If someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why? — I would for sure . I’m not smart and I actually do a shit ton of research --- but even so I can miss a lot of shit people would say <nah that’s not how it works> and that would be helpful as heckie . but of course , needing the why also would tell me if the person disagreeing is doing it with a solid ground or just because they are being a piece of crap . I’m really tired of tumblr mentality and shitty people who aren’t mature enough to act decently .

If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it? — you cannot like everyone or have everyone like you either . I don’t really care much ... esp since nora is an original character . if it constructive critisism , okay -- I will take it , but gimme a solid reason other than “ your character is / is not ... “ and then give a crappy critique because she doesn’t fit your agenda or standards .

If someone really hates your character, how do you take it? — you are fucking free to unfollow me and ignore me for the rest of your life . I really don’t get the point of hating on the internet just because and keep promoting your hate just to be a pain in the ass .

Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors? — I fucking wrote in my rules that people are even fricking free to fix my grammar and english because holy heck , even to this day I still do some ugly shit . I’m dumb , help ...

Do you think you are easy going as a mun? — ehhhhhhhhhhhhh, kinda . I take everything with water . whenever it’s of ideology , people as it is , characters ... I am quite tolerant and try to keep the “okay this person thinks this way , fine .” but as long as nobody crosses the line where they try to spoil it for me or others , I get super bitter . I love OOC , getting to know the one behind the character makes me feel more secure about coming to them and just rambling about plots and hcs and whatever idea got in my mind . but if I see someone and , forgive me god for misjudging , see them as a person that will put me on my nerves -- I won’t even try . as for the friends I have and those who don’t know me as much ... I am obnoxiously sporadic and have a lot of ups and downs very often . one day I could be talking 100 words per second others I will just take a fucking week to respond . honestly , I had mined my social skills for two years plus several other irl stuff previous to that , so I’m always a bit too anxious around people , esp people I REALLY like . I’m insecure as heck , if someone is vague ( just because , idk , it was a lazy day for them ) I think at least 10 different reason why probably that person hates me now . I’m a bit dumb 26 year old baby .......... but I’m very aware that is completely on me . I’m a mess....... so , what was the question again ??? ... I , yeah ... it’s a kinda . but I try , at least haha.

That’s about it, congrats for filling out!

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Almond Milk | Good Omens

Pairing: Lactose Intolerant! Aziraphale x Crowley

Style: Drabble

Warnings: cuteness overload (it was for me)

WC: 376 (I know, it’s kinda short)

Find it on AO3: Almond Milk

Inspiration: “Omg I just went to get a latte from my regular coffee shop and I always have the same guy serving me and I must bug him so much as I would always ask for almond milk (I’m lactose intolerant) but they would just have lacto free so I could tell the difference in the milk and asked if they started serving almond milk and the guy just shyly said “well you always ask if we have it so I got it specially for you” this GUY BOUGHT THE MILK WITH HIS OWN MONEY I FEEL SO PREVILEDGED RIGHT NOW” - Supposedly a tumblr post I cannot find but I can find a picture and it says @sacred-crows wrote this so like yeah if you did really nice story.

Summary: Armageddon is prevented and Aziraphale takes utter joy in the fact that they still have regular meetups, not the slightest annoyed that Crowley is late. With coffee. And slightly cute since he remembered Aziraphale is lactose intolerant and uses almond milk in his latte. Idk guys it’s cuter than it sounds. (Btw, referring to the gif: Crowley could’ve said this about Aziraphale’s coffee. He does not think latte is the right way)

The Arrangement had, in Aziraphale’s eyes, been an excuse; He particularly enjoyed meeting up with Crowley. Not that he would ever admit that, least of all to the demon himself, but he took pleasure in the excuse to be in the other’s company. The topic of conversation had never mattered as long as they got to meet.

Now that Armageddon was prevented, Aziraphale had dreaded the moment the Arrangement ended. But it had never come, and they still scheduled meetups. Meetups where Crowley was always late. Aziraphale couldn’t blame him; what demon arrived on time?

It was about thirteen minutes past the agreed upon time when the angel spotted him at the outskirts of the park. Aziraphale didn’t take is eyes of the sauntering male until he came up and brushed past the angel. He did, despite directing his eyes to the pond in front of him, take note of the two coffee cups the demon carried.

“Hello, Angel,” said Crowley as he sat down at the other end of the bench. He practically shoved one of the coffee cups at the angel, who took it for it not to spill all over him―not that he was afraid of that; Crowley wouldn’t admit to it, but he was gentle. “Got you a lil’ something,” Crowley added.

Aziraphale’s gaze flickered between the coffee cup in his hands and the demon at the end of the bench. “Coffee?” he asked. “I can’t possibly drink this.”

Crowley nodded. “Yeah, just take it. It’s ruined like you want it.”

The angel shook his head. “I can’t possibly drink this,” he repeated.

“Yes, you can,” Crowleys said and rolled his eyes. “It’s got almond milk. You’re lactose intolerant. Not that I understand why.” Crowley sipped his own coffee.

Aziraphale looked from the cup and at the demon sitting with him on the bench. With slight hesitation did he take a sip. Warmth spread inside him. He smiled at the slight taste of almond milk. “Thank you.”

Crowley waved his hand, brushing off the kind gesture. Aziraphale on the other hand took another sip, hoping it would hide the slight brush that crept into his cheeks. Who knew what Crolwey might do if he saw. The angel wasn’t ready to figure out.

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poltergeist-in-the-water-heater · 5 years ago

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Falling Into Place

So this is the first chapter of an original novel that I’m working on that I decided to post.

I welcome comments and constructive critisism.

Like, seriously

Please tell me what you think of it.

Warnings for blood, death, and execution.

He couldn’t sit still.

Nikai sighed, foot tapping incessantly on the wood floor, and his fingers brushing through the pages of the book in his lap.

He tried to focus on the book, but his eyes kept drifting to the bright sky outside.

On any other day Nikai would have already been lost in the inky words covering the worn pages, but today something inside him screamed. Something important was going to happen today, and Nikai knew he wanted to be there for it.

Tearing his eyes away from the window Nikai looked at the water clock tucked into the corner, a little before one o’clock, close enough that it would be acceptable for him to practice before his lessons. He knew that he’d be distracted no matter what he did, but at least this way he’d be moving.

Nikai strode down the stairs and through the halls giving polite nods in response to the bows and curtsies of the servants as he passed. He emerged into the bright light shining on the courtyard and grabbed a dulled training sword. His instructor would bring all of his real weapons, which were locked away in the armory, so this would do for the time being. The dull strip of metal was no replacement for Nikai’s beautifully crafted twin blades, but Nikai found it mattered little as he fell into the familiar motions.

His vision manifested a ghostly figure clutching an indistinct blade in front of Nikai’s eyes. He crouched into a ready stance, and the figure charged forward. The screaming restlessness that had been plaguing him faded to the back of his mind as Nikai crossed blades with his imaginary opponent.

Nikai had bested a dozen false enemies by the time his instructor made his appearance.

At first Nikai didn’t even notice the grizzled soldier’s entrance. It took Malakai grabbing the young man’s wrist and snapping his fingers in Nikai’s face to get his attention.

Nikai turned wide-eyed to his teacher, “Ah, Malakai...didn’t see you there.”

Malakai narrowed his eyes in a clear message to the young noble, ‘Fix that.’

Malakai jerked his head toward the bench where he’d set Nikai’s weapons; a set of twin swords made from a gold-nickel alloy, twin knives made from the same metal, a mountain laurel longbow, and a quiver of aluminum arrows. Nikai dashed over to the bench and grabbed the long blades on the far left side. Malakai watched approvingly as his student inspected the blades for any irregularity and scratched at the skin under his beard.

The collarbone length beard was Malakai’s, rather paltry, attempt to hide the scars on his neck from when he’d been caught in a rockslide many years ago. Several rocks had managed to cut and crush parts of his throat, resulting in both the scars and the permanent loss of his voice.

The order in which Malakai placed Nikai’s weapons on the bench was an important part of the system of communication the two had established; as Nikai only had the barest grasp of Alerian sign language. Malakai always placed the weapons on the bench in the order they’d work with them, left to right. It cut out some of the writing and awkward gesturing, though some was unavoidable.

Though the loss of his voice had made it difficult to continue as a soldier Malakai had still led a small, but effective, squadron for several more years until his retirement, and he remained one of the best warriors in the nation. Which was why Nikai’s father, Karal Anaka, had hired him.

Malakai had taught both of Nikai’s older brothers, Jayden and Zarak, but neither had been as dedicated of students as Nikai.

Nikai finished his inspection of the shimmering blades, and turned to face Malakai. Malakai readied his stance and pulled out his own twin swords.

Nikai struck first, darting forward to deliver an experimental slash to Malakai’s chest. The older man blocked the blade in a shower of sparks, and retaliated with a slash at Nikai’s leg. Nikai reversed his grip on his free blade to block the strike. Then pulled the blade up, scratching against the opposing guard, to jab the pommel into Malakai’s sternum. The soldier’s breath abandoned him in a gasp, and he half doubled-over the weapon. Malakai quickly stepped back to free his blades and catch his breath.

PHVOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!

The sharp blast of a conch horn shattered the relative silence.

Nikai’s eyes darted in the direction of the sound, his grip on his weapons loosening.

Then Malakai moved.

He darted forward while Nikai was distracted and fell into a crouch, scything his leg toward Nikai he swept the young blond off his feet. Nikai’s blades slipped from his lax grasp as his back collided with the stone ground and forced the air from his lungs. Malakai swiftly rose from his crouch into a battle ready stance and leveled the tip of one of his swords at Nikai’s throat.

Nikai groaned and raised his head as much as he could, chest heaving. He wanted nothing more than to keep the spar going. His swords weren’t too far away, and if he moved quickly and quietly enough he could land a strike at the back of Malakai’s knee before the man could avoid it. The sword at his throat wasn’t so close as to render him immobile. He could do it, but…

Nikai’s eyes drifted back in the direction of the horn blast.

They both knew what that meant.

Malakai drew his sword away from Nikai’s throat and stepped back, jerking his head towards the front gate of the courtyard.

Nikai nodded and leapt to his feet. He fumbled to grab his fallen swords still trying to catch his breath. Once his blades were safely sheathed and placed on the bench Nikai ran for the gate, going only slightly slower than a full sprint.

Nikai wove his way through the crowd gathering around the stage in the center of the capitol just half a mile in front of the Queen’s castle. The crowd shuffled uncomfortably around him. No one would look directly at the stage, and many people had tears in their eyes.

The entire city balanced on a knife edge; waiting for The Death Goddess to decide how many would fall.

Nikai swallowed around a lump in his throat, his shoulders tensing. Thaneri would visit this city today.

Nikai bent over his knees gasping like he’d forgotten how to breathe as soon as he reached one of the boxes settled around the back and sides of the stage. As soon as his breathing evened Nikai straightened and wiped the sweat from his forehead and limp hair. Then stepped up the stairs to join his father and brothers; all of whom looked far better put together than he did.

Nikai took his place to Zarak’s left. He could practically feel the heat of his father’s disapproving glare at his state on his brother’s other side, but the full weight of Karal’s disapproval would come later. To speak now would be a grave mistake.

A second horn blast sounded through the city, and a gilded palanquin draped in rare, expensive red silk was carried through the gap in the boxes where other noble families stood, though many were empty, at the back of the stage.

The servants carrying the ornate structure set it down on the stage and two retreated back down the stairs while the remaining two stood to either side.

Behind the palanquin came six figures cloaked in distinctive gray and black hooded uniforms. Each wore a unique mask over their eyes; telling the people exactly who they were.

Lightning.

Dust.

Wind.

Fire.

Snow.

Ice.

Rain.

The Storm Riders.

The Queen’s elite personal soldiers and assassins.

Seven of the greatest minds and warriors in the country.

Seven.

One of them was missing. Dust was notably absent.

Nikai narrowed his eyes at the space between Wind and Lightning where Dust usually stood. What reason could there be for him not to be standing there.

Before he could consider it any further the two servants beside the palanquin stepped forward and pulled the two drapes of silk covering the front apart to reveal a woman seated in a simple throne.

The Alerian Queen, Kiera.

She stepped forward, the sun glinting off her dark hair and the gold band woven with diamond shards on her head that symbolised her power.

Kiera stepped gracefully and deliberately forward, and Wind and Rain moved forward to flank her.

The Queen and her guards stopped several feet from the edge of the stage, and Kiera opened her mouth to address the people.

“People of Aleria,” she began, voice strong and resonating, “fifteen years ago this country was wreathed in chaos and strife. Cities were divided, and families were torn apart. The mistakes of our former King led to the Alerian Civil War, ten long years of suffering. I had made it my goal to end that suffering, and five years ago succeeded. For five years we have rebuilt our proud nation, but our fight is not over! The people set to come before you now sought to usurp our hard-earned peace. The efforts of my Storm Riders ensured that this would be a futile goal, but though they were stopped there are others who share their aspirations. Those people must learn that we are no longer a nation to be trifled with!”

As she spoke three guards led a line of prisoners onto the stage. Five men and women in shackles and blindfolds marching with resigned, trembling steps. Most of them shook like branches in a hurricane, more than one had tears streaming from under their blindfolds, and as they passed Nikai heard one man reciting a prayer to Alarak under his breath over and over.

Prayers to the God of Justice will not save you now, Nikai thought scathingly, justice is what you are about to receive.

Only one in the line of prisoners stood strong. He was fifth and last in the line. He had the same dark hair and tawny skin as most natives to the island, but was far more toned and solidly muscled than the average citizen. He stared dead ahead as though he wasn’t blindfolded, and his jaw was as stiff and solid as a mountain.

The guards marched them to the front of the stage several meters to the Queen’s left.

“These people, will be their example.” Kiera stated.

The woman first in line was pulled forward and knocked to her knees. Her head was forced onto an aluminum chopping block leaving her neck exposed. One of the guards pulled a gold-nickel axe off his back and stepped up beside her. The other guard’s foot on her back ensured that she wouldn’t be able to avoid her fate.

The first guard raised his axe.

The tension in the air reached its apex.

People in the crowd looked away as subtly as they could. Many pulled their children to their sides, hiding their child’s face in the fabric of their clothes so they wouldn’t see.

The axe fell, cleanly severing the woman’s head from her body with a sharp ring as the axe hit the block. Blood spilled from her corpse and severed head pooling across the top of the block. The blood spread like a flood, staining the woman’s frozen face.

The guard’s partner didn’t even flinch. Instead she lifted the woman’s head by its hair releasing a deluge of blood sending the red life liquid drip, drip, dripping over the edge of the block.

The female guard dropped the head at the edge of the stage spattering blood across the panels, and sending the nearest spectators darting back to avoid the splash. A few weren’t quick enough, and their faces were speckled with drops of blood.

The other guard tossed the body carelessly to the side.

The girl walked back to the third guard and grabbed the next in line; the man who still muttered prayers as he was dragged forward and forced to kneel in his compatriot’s blood.

Again and again and again the axe fell, each time spilling a little more blood...each time stealing one more life.

Finally it was the last man’s turn. The Storm Riders seemed to become even more alert as he was dragged forward, their eyes following him almost sadly.

The guards pushed him to his knees and forced his head onto the block.

The man hadn’t flinched once throughout the execution, despite the sounds of heads being cleaved and the ringing of the axe striking the aluminum block, and he didn’t flinch now. Even through the blindfold he seemed to stare right at the Queen. Then he said something.

Nikai couldn’t make it out, but Kiera tensed and narrowed her eyes.

As though he could sense her response, the man gave a toothy smirk.

Then there was a spray of blood and a harsh ring as, one final time…

The axe fell.

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jaimies-mad-mind · 5 years ago

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Join Jaimie's Mad Mind! to get in touch and stay updated on the go. Download the Wix app to join: http://wix.to/rkBXAkA or use this code: DPY4FI

Hey everyone.... So Iv written my first blog post!! I did post this a little while ago but didn't share it for you to read as I was still trying to figure out the wix app 😅

From what I understand you may need to download the Wix app or at least create a member account and use code 'DPY4FI' to access the entire blog so I have copied it below for you to read if that's too much effort... 👌😁

Please let me know if you have any questions, recommendations, constructive critisism and hell, why not open a discussion about a topic your interested in within the mental health umbrella.

I hope you enjoy and please catch up with me soon for another post ❤️❤️ as always, peace and love to all of you!! X

Why I'm writing a blog...

Hey everyone, most of you will already know me, but for those that don't, my name is Jaimie, I'm 29 and I've suffered with Anxiety, Depression, Anorexia and Bolemia for most of my life. I had my first panic attack at 7 years old and have battled with my own thoughts and emotions since then. But after battling for so long (although the battle still continues) I feel more like myself every day and am able to control my emotions a lot better now, than I have ever done before, thanks to a few tricks I learnt on the journey.

I have always looked inward to find what is making me tick the way I do, and I wanted to know how to stop myself from feeling so awful all the time. I found many things that helped me a long the way, and a lot of these things I still use now. I want to share with all of you how I have overcome my battles and succeeded, as well as when I have fallen and needed help; how those around me helped to pick me back up.

I'd like to share my experiences with you and potentially help someone get through a tough time. None of us are worth as little as suicide, we all deserve better!!! So lets stay strong and stick together!! Whether it's you or a loved one that is struggling with mental health, please follow me on Instagram and I will be sure to share with you, hopefully, helpful solutions to rewiring your brain. I'm not saying I'm a professional in any kind of way, I am purely a woman who wants to help out someone, and anyone, that will read my waffling. If you have any questions, topics of interest or just wish to share your experiences, please, please, please do!!! I want this to be a safe place for you to share with others how you have overcome your battles, ask questions and communicate with like minded people.

When I felt at my worst... I felt so alone and unable to see any positives, big or small... Which made it hard to see that other people were going through something similar and actually, I'm not as alone as I first thought. The first step for me was realising I wasn't myself any more and that I needed some help to sort my head out. This literally happened overnight although I know now I hadn't been myself for long time. It hit me like a tonne of bricks! I just felt so suffocated by everything I had well and truly given up! I reached out to mental health groups on Facebook and started seeking out counselling services to start putting the steps in place to make myself better... As addictive as the bad feelings were, I didn't want to be this unhappy forever, so I had to do something!!

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oh youre so right

i think a huge difference in the critisms that were given was that rather than being to genuinely critisize, it was to attack. And i dont mean that to say that any time anyone gives anyone some sort of feed back its an attack, but theres a clear difference between someone making a post to talk about something they didnt like for a clear reason and someone digging something up and reaching for something offensive

to add on, youre right. When most critism is viewed as an attack; the first thing to expect when you critisize someone is to see them just hate the person. Its not hypocritical for me to not like a specific joke but still enjoy said content.

I think this also gets added to the fact that practically all critism is viewed as discourse, which i do understand, I just feel it gives it negative stigma as a whole(very sorry if i interperated what you said wrong, please correct me if I did[feel fully free to disagree with anything])

there was something so special of just having a small corner of the internet with niche jokes. Youre right, when youre a house in a nieghborhood you recognise your neighbors. You can tell which houses also like tulips since they grow them like you. You can tell which houses like roses.

The sense of community was nice. It was easy to bring people together and to speak and have genuine discussion. Exhibit A: the first election. I don't know, i haven't talked to a lot of my old mutuals in a bit, but the sense of community and I guess a place to be will always loosely be there.

absolutely this! the criticism/discourse conflation is a huge barrier to having constructive conversations about issues, especially when any criticism is viewed as an attack. this coupled with the fact that mcytblr started being less aware of parasociality means that when someone views a creator as being attacked, it can elicit a reaction like their close friend was attacked, as opposed to a public figure's actions being observed.

i also agree with your example of the first elections; a huge problem with the following ones, ignoring any infighting and drama (though that's also tied into the truthing conversation) is that mcytblr is honestly just too big for something like that to happen again. the amount of moderation necessary to put it together is insurmountable.

hearing the opinions of other people who were in 2020 mcytblr is honestly so nice, especially since you were more active than me :]

#ask #not mcytblr history #i also saw your other ask-- i couldn't figure out how to screenshot it and answer it here

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lukescheekglitter · 6 years ago

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Long-term Kik role play!

This is gonna be a long post!

Hiya! My name is Lou, and I’m interested in finding some new Kik role play partners! Just because my current partners aren’t as active as I’d like, or just I want something fresh and new to play with. So I’m gonna give you some key information&points on what would help you in deciding if you’d like to role-play with me or not!

Facts:

- My name is Alysha (Hello!)

- I’m 17!

- My fave/sunshine is Ashton!

- My characters expiriences are not my expiriences, my muse will never be based off myself, I don’t live through my characters. If my character has been raped/abused/had a bad experience, it’s all made up.

Rules:

- No ddlg! (Daddy Dom, Little Girl)

Calling the male “daddy” in a non-sexual setting is ok, bottles,binkies,diapers,talking/acting like a baby isn’t tolerable for me (sorry!)

- No pet play!

Tail plugs, Clip on ears, Clip on tails, and collars, calling the s/o “kitty” “bunny” “doe” or even “baby bear” or “puppy” in a public/private/sexual setting is perfectly ok! No fur suits! And Eating/drinking out of a bowl, going to “kitten/bunny space” is not!

-No scat/water sport kinks, PERIOD!

- No killing off main characters without discussing it with me first!

- No domestic abuse!

In instances, pushing is acceptable, such as, if muse A goes out to a bar and gets drunk with his/her friends, and comes home with hickeys on their neck and muse b has a meltdown over it and shoves muse a out of the way, that’s ok.

- No body shaming!

Your muse should NEVER tell mine to loose weight/work out, encouraging healthy decisions is ok, but saying things like “should you be eating that?” Or “babe you’ve eaten so much today!” Or “Wow, you look so skinny in this picture!” This will NOT be tolerated.

-No super short replies! Make it at least 5-10 lines please, but half-a full page or even hitting character limit is greatly appriciated!

-No leaving me on r/ not being active for days/more then 30 minutes at a time.

Being busy is ok! If your going to school/work/doing things/going to bed/taking a nap, just tell me! If your going on vacation and won’t have service or are going to a sleepover and your replies will be slow, just say “Hey! I’m doing something right now/am super busy, I’ll be active again in 1 hour/tomorrow/next week”, or “I’m going to bed I’ll reply in the morning/when I wake up!” It’s not that hard! And it makes things easier for me, as I’m not left hanging (:

Please do:

- Encorperate your kinks! Kinks that are attractive/acceptable to me include but are not limited to:

Daddy kink (love this one!)

Kitten/Bunny kink (specifically tails&ears&collars&pet names)

Light BDSM (Spanking, Light choking, grabbing of the face, rough sex, light over stimulation)

Dirty talk! (Your my little slut/whore/toy/fuck doll/cum whore/cum slut)

Cock-warming (for when characters want to be extra close during cuddles (;)

Public sex! (Obviously not when people are watching, but sex on an empty beach, or fucking in the bathroom at a club/party is ok!)

These aren’t the only kinks I’ll do! Any others just talk to me about and I’ll be open minded about it!

-Detailed thoughts/feelings!

Don’t just say “I smiled” say things like “I smiled, my perfectly white teeth in view the way you loved, my mood brightened by your compliment.” It makes everything more fun! I’m a slut for detail (;

- Tell me if you don’t like the way my charicter is acting/being played, or portrayed, and I will fix it to the exact way you want the character to be, I thrive on constructive critisism.

Most of my role-play partners find it offensive when I tell them for instance their character isn’t romantic/loving enough, please don’t be! I try to put it to you as gentle as I can, and if I’ve see your best, and your giving me half effort, I’m only trying to make sure everything is ok!

- Talk to me! Message me about how much you love the boys/ your sunshine! I’d love to be your friend and not just your role-play partner!

- Add as much detail as you want!

My reply’s length mirrors yours! So if you send me half a page, I’ll send half a page back, if you send me 2 messages that both hit character limit- I’ll do the same.

- Be as dramatic as you want!

If you want to say “my teardrops were falling like rain drops on a car window in a thunderstorm” then please reply like that! I love dramatic styles of writing, it’s so fun!

- Use I/you pronouns

I’m ok with “I looked at her with that dark, hungry look in my eye.”, but I would prefer it to be “I looked at you with that dark, hungry look in my eye.”

- Play in first person!

First person is the only role play style I do.

- Build your muse a back story!

I really, really, really love back story’s. Really detailed ones to be exact. Your muse talking to mine about their life before them is so interesting to me.

- This is gonna sound pretty brutal, but if your muse was sexually/physically/emotionally/mentally abused by a parent/relative/ex bf or gf and is opening up to my muse about it feel free to explain it in detail, I love hearing it, and having my muse be helpful and sympathetic about it.

- Use pictures/gifs if you want! You can use this for;

Face claims

Smut scenes

Outfits

Bedrooms

Houses

Pets

Anything really!

No no’s:

- Your character being a horrible person, this includes

Being a former rapist.

Being a bully.

Being abusive.

Being a serial killer.

Being a hit-man.

Triggers:

- I’m lucky enough to not have any! I love brutal gory stuff, (I’m going to be majoring in psychology in college, so making another mind is really interesting to me)

- Acceptable plot twists/tragedies to me include:

Car accidents

Cancer (I’ll do it, but I’ll most likely time skip as I have had family members with cancer and it’s quite sad to see someone die slowly and painfully/go through something so tragic)

Rape (not your muse to mine but a random person raping my muse is ok)

Hurricanes, tornados, Wild fires, House fires.

School shootings (these are hard for me to deal with as it’s my biggest fear, but I can do it if I keep reminding myself that this is only role play)

Terrorist attacks (same as school shootings)

Mental illness (bipolar disorder, schitzophranic disorder, manic episodes, any other mental illness)

House break ins/ robberies

Being held captive

Plane crashes

Child deaths (this one is really hard, but provides a lot of character growth)

Pet deaths (same as child deaths)

Marijuana use

Cigarettes

Drug abuse

Alcohol abuse/alcoholism

If you aren’t interested/are triggered by any of these things let me know! I will steer clear of them, I promise!

My plot interests

- Cliche plots! This includes;

High-school AU’s

Collage AU’s

Gang AU’s

- Age gaps!

I’m okay with 3-5 years difference, but the older has to be the dominate, and the younger or older can’t be younger then 18.

Age differences more then 5 years won’t be tolerated.

- bxb (; my ships are:

Cashton

Lashton

Cake

If I’m playing Cashton, ashton would be the dominate, same for Lashton, for Cake, Calum would be the dominate.

- For bxb my muse will always be gay and very very fem.

- I’m open to any plot ideas you have!

Post continued here!

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