#harringrovepolls

[shieldofiron]

When I first joined this fandom in late 2022, I had some traction with some stories. And some people reached out to see if I wanted to join a discord server that was owned by a person who at the time had over 1000 followers and posted quite frequently. She was popular, though she presented herself as much more popular than she was. Let’s call her Z.

I did not connect with everyone there, in fact I was uncomfortable for reasons I will go into in a moment, but there were some people I really did connect with, and I stayed to be close to them. And then one day, my closest friend there was kicked out of the space with little to no explanation. He begged the mods and Z, formerly his close friends, and was blocked. I combed the server, but I couldn’t find anything that he did that in my opinion was worth kicking him out. Then he began losing followers and receiving many hurtful and upsetting anons on his tumblr. Angry, because I suspected they had something to do with it, I stopped posting in there and later left. I was disgusted that this was going on and they were acting to my face like it wasn’t, and still sucking up to me about my stories. He said he was worried about me believing him, believing that whatever he did, he didn’t understand what it was. But having witnessed Z’s behavior in her server I had no problem believing it was her and her friends.

Z used to find fanfiction or art of ships that she didn’t like, and @ everyone in the server to come look at it, despite knowing it was extremely distressing for some members. If you protested that you had no issue with these ships in fiction but that maybe you didn’t want to see that on a Tuesday at work in the general chat, Z and her closest friends would harass you (me) to say that it was bad, and evil. She often called for people to unfollow these artists, or block users who she had found and showed to us without any participation on our part. Despite this she frequently became interested in dead dove subject matter, but it was always ok when she did it. Boundaries did not exist to her, except for the boundaries of her taste and how she thought the world should be. Z would routinely make jokes about sensitive subjects like trans rights, and let's just say it felt like it wasn’t her place. But don’t worry, Z would say, I have friends who are [joke she had made] [from country she had insulted] so it’s fine. There’s only so many times you can hear a joke like that and not wonder why it’s being made over and over. If you were offended, everything was a joke, or there was something you didn’t understand.

This server was a deeply uncomfortable space. Many times I felt harassed over my politics, over my opinions in fiction, and it was often easier to just swallow this. When I met my friends there, they showed courage standing up for themselves and I am so glad that I found them. With them, my experiences of this fandom lightened enormously. Z and her friends had made me so paralyzed, paranoid and unhappy. I had been afraid to even talk about my race however tangentially. I was afraid to make posts against anti behavior, because they had so twisted the way I thought the Billy fandom would perceive them. Thankfully I do not think that the majority of the fandom agrees with her views.

Z apparently has been presenting harassing my friend as a misunderstanding. Perhaps the misunderstanding is that she thinks any of this is harmless. Misunderstandings can be overcome, discussed, apologized for. If someone is confused, you can explain, you can be civil. There was no discussion.

Z made no effort, except to further talk about him and others behind their backs. She never reached out to clear anything up at any time. Her excuses when she made them were frankly shocking. And she never explained to me why my friend was so dangerous, but hid behind fake apologies and more popular friends, lying to my face like things were all good. My friend made a post when he felt safe with her username and the username of another person who harassed him. My friends that I kept from that server are the bravest people I know who understand that reputation means nothing if you can’t look at your own actions with conviction. And Z went away for a time.

Until I earlier this year, I was invited to a very large Billy server. Immediately I was confused by a user I had seemingly never seen before who had me blocked. It was Z, with a new name. She had me blocked until she saw me interacting positively with a very popular artist. Then I somehow became unblocked. Which was very interesting. I came to find that she was very close friends with them or tried to be. She appeared to be very close with the owner of the server too.

I was obviously wary but who knows. People can change. I really believe that. Unfortunately I do not believe that she has changed yet.

All of her old behavior was back as was my paranoia and fear. And it appeared that, emboldened by her friendship with the owner of the server and others, she felt safe going even further. Here was finally what she had craved, a large platform and popularity to continue her previous behavior. I later came to find out that the owner of the server had her own issues with bullying others, twisting the truth, and other, much more serious things. They showed the same character that Z always did, sweet to my face and sour behind everyone’s back. Yet again people said that they worried they wouldn’t be believed. They were afraid of the fandom famous people who were their friends.

Perhaps it’s just me, but if I had been called out in the past for bullying a trans person online I would distance myself from any appearance of transphobia or bullying or lying. Not Z. She in fact announced that she would bully the mods and “everyone” in the server when people joined. I am not paraphrasing, she said he was a bully so often that it was almost comical. She openly said she was an anti when someone confronted her over AGAIN trying to publicly shame authors and create mass unfollowing campaigns. There were no or minimal consequences for this. She would casually bring up the same old jokes and dogwhistles that she used to, uglier with time, and to me pathetically stripped of anything that could have excuse them.

Nobody told me these things. I saw it with my own eyes. But still, somehow, she was the hero, the popular beloved person in every story. I was afraid because she had very powerful friends. Or at least she pretended she did. Because she was friends with a server owner who hurt people I cared about. I am still afraid now. But I’d rather do it afraid for my friends than watch this happen.

I would give up every stupid note on every stupid meme if it meant trans people, and all vulnerable people, felt safe in fandom spaces. I am tired of dishonest communication and trying to play some stupid game I never fucking cared about. If some popular person wants to crush me like a grape for believing my friends, they can go ahead and do it already.

Everybody wants to be liked, everybody wants to be believed. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be liked. But I’m done waiting for people to believe me or like me. I’m done waiting for people to wake up and take a look in the mirror. To explain and to deign themselves to listen. I believe in my friends. I believe my eyes, and I believe in my own convictions. That’s enough for me.

I believe people can change. I hope they do. But I hope they do away from vulnerable people who they can hurt carelessly.

I’m not blocking you. Clean up your own mess.

[kallisto-k]

MetalSandwich Movie Mania

Free SciFi/Fantasy Movie Day: Ghostbusters

“He slimed me.” Eddie deadpanned, rubbing at his slobbered-on cheek. Stringy bits of dog drool stretched out on his fingertips before he gave up and sacrificed his shirt sleeve to get it off. 

Steve just gave him a strange look before scratching the golden retriever behind his ear. “Well yeah, Mike doesn’t have his vest on so Billy said he’s allowed to play.”

“No, he slimed me.”

“I’m dating a fucking nerd.” Billy groaned, snapping his fingers. Immediately Mike hopped off Steve’s lap and went to Billy’s side. He caught his dog under the chin, wagging his finger at him. “No sliming. Don’t want to leave proof of actual, physical contact, now do we Mike?”

Eddie chuckled, making little grabby hands for Mike. “And we’re dating a closet dork. It’s from Ghostbusters, Big Boy! We really need to work on your movie references.”

Mike dropped his head on Eddie’s thigh once Billy had waved him away, waiting patiently for Eddie to start giving him pets again. Steve reached over to scratch Mike once more before plopping down on Billy’s lap and making himself comfy. “Did you name him that just to fuck with Nancy’s brother?”

“How am I supposed to keep track of all your little tag-along brats? Let alone their names?” But the grin Billy had on his face was far too telling. Rolling his eyes, Eddie nudged Mike away to go over to his boyfriends. He slipped one hand up the back of Steve’s shirt while he curled the other around Billy’s cheek and pulled him into a teasing kiss.

“Liar. You know exactly what you’re doing to my little sheep.”

Billy just shrugged, smirk forming when Steve needled him in the side. “You’re such an asshole.”

“Don’t know what to tell you; Mike’s a common name.” Mike perked up hearing Billy say his name but after seeing he wasn’t needed flopped back down on his side as he chewed with a rope toy.

Eddie shook his head, hissing “Such a fucking liar” with too wide of a smile for there to be any heat. Besides, it’d be funny for everyone; well except Little Wheeler.

Just barely connected to Ghostbusters, sorry 😅

@harringrovepolls is responsible for the service dog's name

[racheld93]

@harringrovepolls

[kallisto-k]

I need to give props where props are due - the wonderful @harringrovepolls came up with the dog's name on the Hargrove Cove server when I was struggling to name the puppy so a massive thank you to her! And thank you to everyone else who tossed doggo names in the hat!

MetalSandwich Movie Mania

Free SciFi/Fantasy Movie Day: Ghostbusters

“He slimed me.” Eddie deadpanned, rubbing at his slobbered-on cheek. Stringy bits of dog drool stretched out on his fingertips before he gave up and sacrificed his shirt sleeve to get it off. 

Steve just gave him a strange look before scratching the golden retriever behind his ear. “Well yeah, Mike doesn’t have his vest on so Billy said he’s allowed to play.”

“No, he slimed me.”

“I’m dating a fucking nerd.” Billy groaned, snapping his fingers. Immediately Mike hopped off Steve’s lap and went to Billy’s side. He caught his dog under the chin, wagging his finger at him. “No sliming. Don’t want to leave proof of actual, physical contact, now do we Mike?”

Eddie chuckled, making little grabby hands for Mike. “And we’re dating a closet dork. It’s from Ghostbusters, Big Boy! We really need to work on your movie references.”

Mike dropped his head on Eddie’s thigh once Billy had waved him away, waiting patiently for Eddie to start giving him pets again. Steve reached over to scratch Mike once more before plopping down on Billy’s lap and making himself comfy. “Did you name him that just to fuck with Nancy’s brother?”

“How am I supposed to keep track of all your little tag-along brats? Let alone their names?” But the grin Billy had on his face was far too telling. Rolling his eyes, Eddie nudged Mike away to go over to his boyfriends. He slipped one hand up the back of Steve’s shirt while he curled the other around Billy’s cheek and pulled him into a teasing kiss.

“Liar. You know exactly what you’re doing to my little sheep.”

Billy just shrugged, smirk forming when Steve needled him in the side. “You’re such an asshole.”

“Don’t know what to tell you; Mike’s a common name.” Mike perked up hearing Billy say his name but after seeing he wasn’t needed flopped back down on his side as he chewed with a rope toy.

Eddie shook his head, hissing “Such a fucking liar” with too wide of a smile for there to be any heat. Besides, it’d be funny for everyone; well except Little Wheeler.

Just barely connected to Ghostbusters, sorry 😅