#hey look mom i made it people are sending me anon hate on tumblr

[lesbiantaylorswiftstan]

baby's first anonymous hate message 🥰

[queen0fm0nsterz]

I’m starting to think that the kid the lady is next to in that one painting (when the guest are chasing you) is probably not their daughter or someone important, maybe it was a promotional painting to show people thus “hey, look the lady is good with kids!” When the reality couldn’t be further from the truth.

DUDE I HAVE BEEN SAYING THIS FOR CENTURIESSSS THAT GIRL IS NOT HER KID BROOOO

Look with all the evidence I've gathered atp I am very convinced that the girl in the painting is her. I am compiling everything in a post to answer another anon rn but I deadass started to dislike any theory involving the concept of the Lady being a mother.

I myself have done this in the past (the parallels between her and the Pretender were not lost on me), but tbh I think she works so much better without having a kid for a multitude of reasons.

She does not like people. She wants to be left alone. To go out there and find someone who would have a child with her -- no actually scratch that, FOR HER TO FIND SOMEONE SHE TOLERATES ENOUGH TO HAVE A CHILD WITH would be out of character considering what we know about her.

^ same reason as to why I think she wouldn't adopt under normal circumstances.

^^ a child under her care would last a maximum of 3 days.

None of the children that were indicated as having relations back to her look like the girl in the painting. RCG's hair are too brownish and too long + how would she leave the Maw? Where would she find a hot air balloon near/on a submarine?, the Pretender is albino + the developers went out of their way to make her face very different from the other kids, the Flashlight Girl looks like any other girl in the Maw because they reused her model + she has 0 relevance before and after that + I think the girl in the painting was slightly remodeled and differently rendered just for the pictures like the other Ladies were resized and had their hairstyles modified.

^ These are all great in AU context, but I think canonically none of them would work/line up. The best bet for daughter title was Six and the developers went out of their way to publicly state that they are NOT related in that way.

IN SAID STATEMENT THE DEVS SAID THAT THERE IS NOTHING MOTHERLY ABOUT THE LADY.

The fact that so many people want to push the mother theory onto her really sounds like a scapegoat to not explore her character further. I would not be as upset if I hadn't seen her be dismissed as just a "heartless mother who hates her daughter/wants their beauty/is envious of her child" and yadda yadda yadda so many times.

Do you know how many times that trope has been done? And for it to be applied to such a layered, complex character as her only traits? That and being vain maybe if you're feeling generous, when the truth is that she is quite literally the most complex LN antagonist -- much like Six is the most complex protagonist. Six and the Lady are/have both been victims of fandom misogyny and it kills me to my core send tumblr post

I'm sorry for the rant. Again, I do enjoy the thought of the Lady being in a motherly role (I HAVE MADE A LADY MOM AU MYSELF) but not if it means assassinating her character. The only Lady assassination I support is the one carried out by Six.

[joellesolo]

So, okay, I’ve been on this site for over eleven years now (!!) and today I was randomly thinking about some of my tumblr crushes and realized in the prime of my tumblring, ten eleven years ago, every single thought I had was made into a post. Every single one of them. I was so bad with oversharing. In that vein, here’s some thoughts on my tumblr crushes (in no order) and what happened with them:

1. This one was a very, very minor crush. It started, then I could sense sizzling between him and my BFF and shut it down. He is only mentioned because he comes up during crush #2. He also turned out to be a douchebag; he would send me hate mail on anon. I had an IP tracker and was like, what the fuck, and he’d deny it, until he and my bff started dating and he admitted to her that he’d do it when he was drunk. (Which was a lie, because, who’s drunk at two pm? Don’t @ me with time zones, he was on the west coast too. Happened all the time.)

2. This one was a big crush, like, oh wow. For several years. And I always kinda thought there was something reciprocated because we talked a lot, about everything from Star Wars to GoT to pets and, yeah, years of talking. He’s actually one of the two people I’ve ever met off of tumblr. So, we’re sitting there at Starbucks, and I’m freaking out because I’m sitting with a tumblr crush (!!!) and it happens to be the same day my bff flew out to see crush #1 for the first time and I brought that up. And he gets really sad, and goes, yeah I know, I’ve had a crush on her for forever. And then I shrivel up and die inside because I legit thought he might’ve liked me as more than a friend, but just laugh it off and go ha, ha, funny, because I used to crush on #1! and then we changed topics and that was the end of that crush. 

3. This guy was probably like... most serious? In the sense of how much I liked him. (Keep in mind, I was still very much in love with Michael throughout all of these crushes but thought that wasn’t reciprocated and was looking elsewhere.) He actually followed me for the longest time and send me messages during tumblr games and would compliment my pictures and I’d interact with him but at the time I had like, 500 followers (not a bunch, I know, but it was for me) and I didn’t follow every single person who followed me and by this point I was sure anyone who would even think of liking me must be a creeper in some way. (Because, I had several regular creepers sending me anons and stuff, legit creepers.) But one day I see this amazing cosplay of a really, really cute guy dressed up as the Eleventh Doctor in Ten’s clothes in handcuffs (you know the scene, after Matt Smith regenerates) and I was like, uh, shit, that guy is CUTE, and I hit reblog so fast!! And, uh, then this follower, crush #3 reblogs it from me saying, hey that’s me and you guys, I died. AGAIN. (I die a lot.) It was super embarrassing because I had been writing him off as a weirdo and he... was definitely not. And, if he was, he was the cutest weirdo I had seen in like a long time (I know, call me shallow). After I got over my embarrassment, I followed him back, and it started a couple years of talking back and forth and flirting (I think? Maybe? We’ve established I’m not great at seeing it) and he only lived a few hours away and one night I got drunk with my mom and her boyfriend who was a pilot and he was like, hey, I’ll fly you to where #3 lives, seriously. Because I had been going on and on about this crush for so long and they probably were relieved I was over Michael (was trying to anyway) and yeah, I was like, shit, let’s go! Then I ended up in the hospital and then things got really bad and although #3 and I would message, I never took up the offer to fly and visit him because my health was so bad.  But today, for some reason, I was daydreaming while curling my hair and it’s like... what if I didn’t go to the hospital that night? What if I had met this guy, and maybe things worked out, or maybe they didn’t but at least we would have tried? How different would my life be?

I love my life, I love Michael, I love my girls, SO MUCH. (Not a fan of my health and body but hey, working on it.) But, who knows? It was just a really weird thought, and, in the spirit of Joelle eleven years ago, this is what I would’ve done. Except I would’ve come up with code names *cough Matt Smith cough* and it would’ve been even longer.

But, for all I know, everyone is happy. I follow #2 on IG and he’s married with dogs which is amazing, I am SO happy for him, #3 is also on IG and... he exercises? He doesn’t really share, like, ever. I don’t even know if he’s still on it tbh and I think it’d be weird if I went looking, ha. And... honestly, don’t give a shit about #1, doesn’t deserve to be on this list except for the weird meeting thing with #2. 

So, there’s my ode to my tumblr crushes, some guys I liked when I was trying (and failing) to get over Michael. And, that’s longer than I thought it was going to be, my bad. I don’t think any of them still use tumblr but if you’re #2 or #3 and you see this, hey, hope things are good for you, isn’t life wild?!

[typicalmidnightsoul]

ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʙʟɪɴᴋ, ᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ’ʟʟ ᴍɪꜱꜱ ᴍᴇ - Chapter 1

𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒸����𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒 𝒜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃𝒶

Mafia/Assassin AU 

After the prince of Merchants dies his wife takes up his mantle and his empire of criminals, yet now the government locked his wife in jail but the princess of merchants is too clever to be held down. Nesta ran away from Velaris after Feyre tried to control her. She made a name for herself that people respect but now she is in trouble and her mother demands Feyre to get her back. Cassian goes but the shit she has gotten herself into will take a long time to sort out. one catch though, she has 96 hours to live.

This is for the anon with the request to post this on tumblr <3 my tumblr’s messing up so I couldn’t post it with your message on top but I love you Anon!!!!! Thank you for the request!! I’m glad you enjoyed my story!!!

“Hey mom.” Feyre pursed her lips at the female in orange in front of here. Adelaide put her handcuffed hands on the table. She signalled to the guard to get out.

“I probably know the answer to this, but why mom did a prison guard just follow your command.”

Adelaide leaned back, “I have most people here on payroll.”

Feyre groaned, “Only because you’re the princess of merchants.”

After their dad died, their mother in desperation took up his mantle, people feared their mother 10 times more then they feared their father.

“Touché. But anyway… Your sister is in danger.”

Feyre sat up, attentive, “Nesta called a couple of days ago and said she was fine.”

Her mother rolled her eyes, “Feyre I am your mother, if you think you can hide the fact that you tried to control Nesta’s life and therefore she ran away from Velaris and is now one of the most dangerous people on the street. Don’t play dumb, Feyre. But whatever I don’t care about that anymore, what matters now is that Nesta is being hunted down by some very bad people, she has come in possession of a substance that is very dangerous.”

“What shall I do?”

“Well, I was going to handle it my way but I know how much that upset you last time…”

Feyre stood up, “The last time you tried to handle things, you killed people…Nesta can handle herself and she won’t like my meddling.”

“You’re gonna risk your sister’s life because you don’t want to upset her?!” She leaned back smirking, “Guess I’ll just have to send my people down there.”

Feyre relented, “Fine, but whichever one of my friends goes, and they’ll tell Nesta that you sent them. And if my friends don’t want to go then I will. But, please, don’t handle this you’re way.”

“Fine. Who are you planning on sending?” Feyre knew that look.

“Ok mother who do you want me to send?”

“Cassian and one of my people.”

Feyre scoffed, “Cassian?! She’ll rip him apart.”

“And he’ll survive. No one else will be able to manage her temper. She’s my daughter, I know her best.”

“Who else are you planning on sending?”

“Jonah. But he’ll join after, on my orders.”

Feyre flinched. Their half-brother whose existence was unknown to her until very recently, he hated Feyre that hate deepened after that issue with Nesta. But he loved Nesta to bits, and Nesta listened to him. Feyre looked up at the mastermind in front of her.

She was going to send Cassian to take the brunt of her anger and Jonah to calm both of them down.

“Fine. I’ll let Cassian know.”

Before she could go her mother stopped her one more time, "Feyre."

"Get your sister back."

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Nesta ran through the depot. She swiped the card given to her by her source to open the door. A card of highest clearance, her mother would have questions.

“Take a left,” Clare spoke into her ear through comms.

“Clare there are billions of trucks in here.”

“The truck you’re looking for is in the far left, serial number is 234 LMX9.”

“Where is everyone else?!”

“You tripped an alarm; they’re knocking out all the guards who saw it. They’re coming now.”

She got out her handgun and shot the trucks locks on the door busting it open as she climbed in an alarm went off.

“Oh shit Nes! One of the guards pressed the alarm before Helion could make the kill.”

“Its fine I’ve got the case. Just tell them all to get their ass down here.���

She heard footsteps; Vassa, Cresseida, Audrey and Helion came down. Their faces had trickles of blood but they were in one piece.

“You’re all idiots. Come on we need to go.”

“Nesta you leave, Hybern is on our tail you need to get out with that.” Audrey said.

“No offence Cuz but I’m not leaving without you. Actually you guys are leaving before me.”

“What why?”

“Because if Beron finds out we just stole from him our shot for going undercover is gone. I’m alone in this now. We regroup later. You guys need to handle the Queens.”

Audrey nodded, “If you don’t get out and I don’t get a call by midnight that you’re safe I’m coming straight back.”

“Fine you witch now gets lost.”

They all piled into the car leaving Nesta. Nesta had one more thing she needed to find. She went back inside, and pocketed the pen drive that she had plugged into the computer in the front cabin.

As she was leaving a blast caused her to smack down against the wall. She groggily got to her feet, reaching for her briefcase.

“Welcome. Dagdan and Brannagh at your service. What do the call you?”

Nesta slid up her black mask, covering her face,

“They call me Athena.”

She turned both guns out of their holster and shooting the 6 people she saw, she got nicked by one of their bullets. She hissed. She wasn’t outnumbered she could take them on. But the risk of the…

They wanted the brief case. She turned her hand and shot the light board making the whole depot dark.

She ran into a small corner to buy herself time.

“Come out, come out where ever you are,” Brannagh’s sweet voice carried itself to her. They were getting close.

She opened the brief case and eyed the green liquid with blue streaks going through it. She could hear them getting closer. Without another doubt she pushed the syringe inside her.

The feeling was earth wrenching, It was horrifying, like she was being remade.

She ran for the exit, leaving the briefcase. Brannagh had seen the brief case and called her brother over.

“She knows what’s good for her. She left it.”

“Wait,” Brannagh ordered, she opened it, “Shit! The bitch took it herself. Call up Hybern and tell him.

Athena took the Cauldron.”

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She couldn’t keep on running, she had to call Clare, Audrey, someone who…she fell and the last blurry image she saw was black timberland boots walking to her.

She woke up her head thudding against something.

“You do that again and you’ll give yourself brain damage.”

She looked at the ceiling-no roof of a car. A car she recognised.

“What the fuck are you doing here Cassian?!”

She heard the doors lock; she tried to open them to no use.

”Let me out!!”

He looked at her in the rear view mirror.

”never thought I’d have to use the child lock on you sweetheart.”

”Let. Me. Out.”

”No can do mummy’s orders.”

Her face softened, “my mom sent you.”

He hesitated then nodded. She dragged a hand through her hair.

”i need to go and see someone. Clare or someone-“

Pure rage took over his features and he braked the car so hard that Nesta almost fell. He got out of the car and climbed into the back, pulling Nesta against him.

“As I see it Nesta you have two options, 1) you co-operate and I take you to the safe house or 2) you don’t and I handcuff you to this car till you do?”

She tilted her head, “You’re angry. Why?”

“Because you left. You left and made a name for yourself that will either get you respect or get you killed.”

“You told me to leave. You TOLD me.”

“I did not think you’d actually do it.”

“Well then you should’ve known better.”

They stayed like that for a while, breathing raggedly, until Cassian

Said, “I need you to make a decision, Nesta.”

“Fine I’ll go with you. But you will regret it.”

“We’ll see.”

“I’m also sitting in the passenger seat.”

“Do as you please.”

She climbed through the middle of the two seats and into the           passenger seat. He rolled his eyes and went back outside grabbing something from the boot before going back into the driver’s seat. He dropped a Burberry barrel bag into Nesta’s lap saying, “I talked to Clare before coming here. She packed it for you. It has your phone, charger, clothes and god knows what else.”

She sifted through it wondering what she had done to deserve a friend like Clare. She tried her phone, no charge.

She looked at Cassian’s phone that lay in the middle of them.

“Go ahead.” He said reading her thoughts.

She turned it on, “Passcode.”

“260369.” She tried to hide her shock at him giving her his passcode with no hesitation.

She scrolled through his contacts trying to find Audrey. It rang twice.

“Hey Cassian what’s up.”

“Auj! It’s Nesta.”

“Oh my god! Where are you?! Are you with Cassian? What happened?”

“Long story short: It’s safe with me, I’m in a bit of a mess, Cassian was sent by mom to do god knows what.”

“Where are you guys going?”

“I…don’t know.” She looked at Cassian who gestured that he’ll send it to her, “Cassian says he’ll send it to you.”

“Ok, keep safe, love you, and call me when you get there.”

“Yeah ok, Love you too, bye.”

She started taking her holsters off and getting comfortable. Cassian leaned back and got his coat that was covering Nesta when she was sleeping in the back. Nesta looked down her sleeve was ripped. The bullet wound taken care of. He put his coat over her.

“We have another one hours journey ahead of us.”

“I’m not tired.” But she didn’t take his coat off.

“Well then what do you want to do.”

“Depends. Do you have Spotify?”

He chuckled and handed his phone over. She reached down into the barrel bag her earphones and got out two frappe’s she silently put Cassian’s one between them and opened hers plugging her earphones in.

He tried to keep his smile to himself.

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Nesta had fallen asleep for the last 15 minutes of the journey, him taking out her earphones for her. He texted Jonah that they were at the safe house to which Jonah gave a four word answer.

Ok. Keep her safe.

The amount of love he had for Nesta and the amount of hate he had for Feyre and Elain were unimaginable. He chuckled.

“Nes.” He shook her, “We’re here. Sweetheart.”

She groaned something about letting her sleep.

He rolled his eyes. He got out of the car and picked her up. She snuggled closer to him. He smiled down softly at her peaceful face.

He took her inside to his room and placed her in between the sheets. He took off the knee high heeled boots she wore and tucked her in.

He took off his shirt and slung it on a chair; he took a shower before heading to go to sleep in the guest room.

Coming up Next

“I have 96 hours to live.”

“What?!”

“Probably why Jonah is getting worried.”

“What are we gonna do?”

“My mother wouldn’t send you if she didn’t have a plan.”

“What were you gonna do?”

“A friend of mine, Thesan, he is a doctor. Well a bit more than that.”

He looked at her and picked up his newspaper. She decided she wanted to ditch her clothes and instead of getting her own she took his shirt and worn her knee high black boots. Apparently she needed to take a shower anyway so instead of dirtying her clothes why not his. He on the other hand was shirtless which seemed to have no effect on her while walking around in his clothes definitely had an effect on him. She studied him.

“What?”

“I’m trying to figure out what would happen if you’re ex walked in and saw us like this.”

“My-wh-who are you talking about?!”

“Morrigan.”

“She’s not my ex.”

“The one night stand you’re still hung up over then.” She laughed, “You’d try to hide me. Wouldn’t you?”

He grabbed her wrist pulling her closer, “No sweetheart I actually wouldn’t.”

“Well then what would you do.”

“You wouldn’t even be able to get out of bed for starters.”

“Yeah whatever.” She left to change.

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Tags: @skychild29​ @aesthetics-11​

[mimzy-writing-online]

Some Blind Things I (and actual blind person) Have Done

I talk all the time about what’s realistic for a blind person to do and how to write a blind character who isn’t a complete media myth of touching faces and super powers... soooo, part of that is knowing what kind of things an actual blind person (me) fucks up doing because I’m blind.

These moments include: Me sarcastically telling people I cannot see the thing they’re doing. Moments where I have zero manners. Moments where I do have manners. Making people uncomfortable because they’re staring at me. Great phrases like, “I have too much ADHD to count to eight.” and “It’s literally illegal for me to drive.” and “Wait, who are you?” “That’s not how we talk to people Mimzy.” My cats’ growing concern that I can’t see them or tell them apart but continuing to love me. Channeling my inner Toph Bei-Fong. Updates on the ongoing insomnia writing.

There’s no chronological order to them, I’m not sure there’s going to be any order to them at all, but it’s 3 am and I can’t sleep and it’s called the Late Night Writing Advice Blog for a reason.

(I definitely did not have to double check my own blog title while typing that, definitely not)

Note: This list gets a little long, but it’s a funny read and I was up until 4:30 (this note is from a future Mimzy who’s almost finished posting this, after 1.5 hours)

Additional Note: Feel free to send anons with commentary or reblog with commentary because I would love if someone enjoyed this. Like, these are stories of my life, please appreciate them.

The Things!

-My best friend and I hang out mostly at night because of his 9-5 job, and he still lives with his parents who probably don’t like me so when we hang out we’re mostly driving around on random adventures and coffee/tea runs and late night dinners. 

So it’s night, and my night vision is awful and I have to wear sunglasses anyway because what I can see is painfully bright headlights so yeah I see basically nothing.

With my best friend, I have

1. after asking him a question: “Did you nod at me and I just didn’t see it.” “I did nod.” or after waiting long enough for a response he’ll realize what he did on his own and say, “I was shaking my head no, sorry.”

2. Reaching into total darkness to touch his shoulder and touched his armpit instead.

3. Dropped something from my bag onto his messy car floor and asked him to find it for me because it all looks blurry and grey-black down there, even without sunglasses

4. Sensed he was going for a high five and I gave him a perfect high five. Surprised, he wanted to test it again. I completely missed.

5. “We’re passing the oil refinery, so enjoy hearing, touching, smelling, tasting that.” plus 3 other identical jokes on the same drive. “Hey, can you stop making blind jokes, I’m starting to hate them these days.” “When did that happen?” “When one not-great classmate slash sort of friend made them all the time.” “That’s a shame.” “Blind jokes from sighted people are also super repetitive. The only blind jokes I seem to like are from other blind people.”

6. Him: “You’re rolling your eyes behind your sunglasses, I can tell!” 

7. Once we saw snow once our way driving home from Las Vegas. It was March, it was after midnight, and the warmest it had been at any point in that night was 40 degrees Fahrenheit (4.4 degrees Celsius. That’s a real comparison?? That’s a scary number to an American who’s barely ever left California. We were driving through the mountainy area of California where the temp really drops and for three seconds we saw snow in the wind. Well, he saw it. Something moved, it was small and flaky but like... that was actually snow and I couldn’t see it? (this was three, almost four years ago)

8. Last weekend we drove around the rich neighborhoods to look at Christmas decorations because I love Christmas lights because for ones light actually looks pretty instead of painful and I can see it at night without hurting, so it’s nice. I love the pretty visual things. Blindness will not take the pretty visual things from me! And the decorations just make me so happy and I wanted to do that last year but never did, so we did that this year

9. I also told him about the cripple punk tag on Tumblr last weekend and he was delighted to know it exists because he’s got other chronic health issues including downright awful knees.

Other blind things not directly involving my best friend

1. I have paused writing to ask a sighted person if it’s realistic for my sighted characters to see X item from Y distance away. Usually my dad with his stupidly perfect vision.

2. Realizing I’m forgetting what sighted people can see. It’s been four years since I saw like a normal person. And all my sighted memories are literally blurry from age.

3. But I still have dreams where I see normally. And then dreams where everything is too bright like in real life and I cannot see and what is happening???

At home, specifically

1. I have three cats who I can’t tell the difference between. I have a small black and brown tabby cat. A black and orange tortie cat who is slightly heavy but medium build. An all black cat who is huge and has the longest fur I’ve ever touched on a cat. I cannot tell the difference between them until I’m up close. Especially if the lighting bad.

2. Tonight I almost set my laptop on top of Remy, my brown and black tabby, because I didn’t see here a foot away from me, curled up next to my leg, somehow blending in with my orange and blue comforter. Her concerned look I did see and was horrified by my almost fuck up and apologized profusely for.

3. Cannot see Felix, my black cat, half the time if the lighting is bad and have almost sat on him, put my feet in his face, tripped over him, etc. because he blends into the shadows and oh my fucking god I cannot see that.

Note: Remy cuddles with me all the time. Felix adores me but will not be caught dead cuddling anyone because dignity, but if he’s in my room and nobody’s around to see he’s insistent on cuddling. Rio (black and orange tortie) is devoted to my mum, and she knows she makes me nervous when she suddenly jumps on me and I get really shifty and squirmy and not fun to cuddle with, so we’re cool and I give her pets but she doesn’t usually crawl onto me unless she wants to make my mum jealous.

4. Can sneak up on family members and friends because I move so quietly, so at least there’s that. Not a blind thing, but it makes up for some things.

5. Have walked up to someone I thought was a friend, realized I don’t know them, and the first thing out my mouth was “Wait, who are you?” and then a close friend (and the party host) grab me by the shoulders and say, “That’s not how we talk to people,” and just like, where are your manners Mimzy, wtf, but I never saw that stranger again so it’s okay.

Side Note: blindness aside, I do have a habit of just rudely speaking my mind in not-appropriate settings because I just don’t care and don’t have the anxiety to at least act like I care. They’re very satisfying, but usually very rare moments.

6. Please stop moving things around the house!

7. “What do you mean there are cobwebs?” *Shines a flashlight at the dark corners of my room* “oh my god...”

8. Me, to my family members, “Please close those curtains, light hurts. Please turn off that lamp, it’s too bright in here.” *me, later turns off most of the lights in the house* Family members: “Why is it so dark in here? I can’t see.” *Me, channeling my inner Toph Bei-Fong* “Oh no, what a tragedy!”

9. Mum is the only one who vaguely appreciates my light sensitivity because she also has snow vision (a mild case) and has a little light sensitivity, sometimes, on her bad days.

More Not Quite Appropriate Things!

There are so many things that I say only to realize that there is a very nearby stranger who heard that out of context and it sounded so bad.

1. Best Friend (while I’m walking down stairs just fine, by myself, don’t need anyone’s help, I can do it!) “There are eight steps.” “I don’t need your help.” “I know but--” “I’m fine!” “I’m just trying to help.” “I have too much ADHD to count to eight anyway!”

“I have too much ADHD to count to eight anyway,” is exactly what two strangers heard while walking right behind me.

Why would you sneak up on someone who’s so obviously blind??

2. “Sea foam green is an ugly color anyway.” I was in a mall, it was well lit and I was using my cane and managing with my crap vision, but I managed to see that specific color I hate on a dress right next to me, and the woman walking on the other side of the mannequin display heard that and did a double take on my obviously blind self.

Or so I’m told by my mom who could see what happened.

3. Similar to above, I was in the Artist Village in San Diego, which is a huge tourist trap, and I was sort of a tourist too, but it’s freaking outdoors, so I have the cane and sunglasses. And I’m in an Artist Village (very visual thing) with my parents, so out of place. And this random dude was apparently staring at me. Cannot see him, absolutely no idea which direction my mum is pointing towards, everything is blank and weird and not see-able, but I turned my head and by some miracle looked directly at him and he freaked out and looked away.

4. “Oh yeah, make fun of the blind person!” sarcastically, but loudly, somewhere public after a joke a friend had made that I was actually okay with.

5. “Driving and hiking are my two biggest weaknesses,” said out of context to people who didn’t know I was blind.

6. “I forgot you were blind.” “Well I didn’t.” More channeling of Toph, I think.

7. “Why can’t you drive?” *points to cane* *he does not get it* “It’s very illegal for me to drive.” *does not get it* “They’re blind dude,” classmate says. “Very blind.” “You seem to get around just fine,” says the man who only see me indoors with the very best lighting scenario for my vision. “Yeah, but that’s because I have the cane.” “So?” You seem just fine, he seems to think. How dumb are you? I definitely think. “Why do you need the cane?” “Because I would die if I didn’t have it. I have almost died. People would die if I tried to drive.”

8. Later: “Did he think you could just drive and use your cane to feel the road or something?” “I guess.”

9. More questions from other people who don’t know me very well asking why I can’t drive. “Because it’s illegal.” Their confusion is wondering specifically why it’s illegal rather than thinking I’m not actually blind. I explain the laws in the driving handbook, because I have read it (unlike some people I guess. How did you miss the ‘drivers must be able to see at least 20/40 with their best corrected eye” and I haven’t been in that category for two years.

Note: My day blindness came two years before my vision acuity reached visually impaired status. So, like, two years of wishing I had a cane but thinking “I’m not blind enough” and still being terrified in certain situations and risking my life walking around without one or some sighted guide.

Similar Public Things

1. I can see indoors pretty well so I get by on prescription glasses and no cane (I see 20/70 - 20/100 with glasses) but sometimes the mall is crowded and nobody gives me space and I’m just not comfortable getting so close to people, so I bust out my cane (and maybe my sunglasses too) so I look extra blind and people will give me the space to walk without running into someone.

2. Have also done that just because the indoor lights were also too bright and I need my sunglasses.

3. Have stared at my phone in public with cane/sunglasses, or tried taking photos with it, and I get so many weird looks because blind people see nothing I guess, none of us have any vision at all! (read sarcasm)

4. Walking into a coffee shop I’ve been to before and I know they change their teas all the freaking time. Also got the cane. “Hi, can you tell me what iced teas you have right now?” “Oh, they’re all on that sign.” *blank look* Do you not realize I’m blind? I’m thinking. “What kind of black tea do you have? Do you have any tropical black tea?” (because they usually do and I love tropical black tea, and they did that day too, so I ordered that.)

5. I cannot read menus. Those restaurants that have the menus above the register are awful, evil. Cannot read. In the wonderful days of my childhood I didn’t have prescription glasses for my moderately not great but still mostly functional vision (my dad has perfect vision and no concept whatsoever about what it’s like to not be able to see those things!) So imagine my parents dragging me to restaurants like that and I’m 10 years old and supposedly can read perfectly fine but I cannot read that menu and I think it’s some personal character fault of mine that I just don’t know how to read those kinds of menus, so I have to ask my mum to help me choose a food to order and eat, and then that’s the only thing I ever order any time I ever go back. So, I’m quickly getting sick of those places because I only eat one item there and I want to try something new with a restaurant with those nice hand held menus, but those are sit-down restaurants and apparently they cost more money, sooo...

6. That was a rant I went on with my best friend last weekend

Side note: It’s almost 4 am, my mum just woke up, saw the light on in my room from under the crack of my door and said hi. I’m at a point right now where she just expects it and isn’t one to judge (unlike my dad who has zero insomnia because he has hypersomnia and I don’t know how humans do that)

Side Note Ten Minutes Later: My laptop is at 10% but I plugged it in because dammit I am finishing this tonight and it will have all the things.

7. “Hey, where’s the trash can? I can’t find one.” *also mistakes a trashcan and a human being just sitting still. All the time* “Why not just litter then?” best friend asks, knowing exactly how I’ll respond. “I have manners!”

8. I hate traveling even a little by myself. My orientation and mobility skills with my cane aren’t that bad, but they’re not good enough for me to feel comfortable walking around by myself anywhere that isn’t super familiar with routes I already have practiced and memorized (school, close friend’s houses or apartments, the blocks in my neighborhood I’ve walked 500 times coming too and from school or walking dogs with my parents). Anywhere unfamiliar or wide/open or crowded or God Forbid, OUTSIDE is a source of terror and will not let my traveling companions leave me alone for longer than a few minutes and certainly not walk away on my own.

9. Will not go to bars because I present female and I am visibly disabled and that makes me look like an easy target and why would I risk that unnecessarily?

I’m gonna cut it off here. This is a long post, and I need to just finally go to bed. Goodnight. I hope you enjoyed it. Feel free to send anons with commentary or reblog with commentary. I’d like to know that someone liked this.

[skunts-own-truth]

Hey, I wanna talk about the internet a little, so buckle up.

I think I would enjoy the internet a bit more on a whole if folks didn’t treat Tumblr, Twitter, Reddit, 4chan, online personas, interactions with total strangers, and fiction as more personal and real than the real world itself. I’m really tired of seeing losers sending angry messages and death threats to people over anon because of “spoiler culture,” I’m tired of folks being outraged and crushed by something a god damn stranger you’ll never meet said about you or about some fiction, it’s exhausting to see folks take everything so seriously online and I’m about done with it. It’s disgusting to me that people get into such heated arguments over likes and dislikes in fiction, or hell, this weird ass phenomenon of fools acting superior to others because they value corporate-made-entertainment like Star Wars, the Harry Potter movies, or the Avengers movies more than their actual life. Even in the fandoms I’m in, man, it sickens me to see folks calling each other shitty names because someone likes one faction or another in Warhammer. Chill. That’s all I ask of everyone; just chill a little. You don’t gotta take everything so seriously, ya feel me? Shit ain’t real.  I’m getting to this point in my old age of 26 where I’m starting to be ashamed again for liking nerdy things. Not because of the material, not because I feel bad for enjoying something like rolling dice or reading comics; nah, that shit’s fine. I love doing that, and reading/watching the material! I’m starting to be ashamed of you weird ass goobers screaming at each other, and just downright shattering over the fact that someone dislikes your favorite character, or says your ship is bad, or whatever. There’s this buckwild thing that keeps happening on the internet for me, where someone in my feed radar acts like a god damn child over some goofy-ass stuff, and... man I always think they’re 16 or so because of their behavior, but they always turn out to be in their early to mid 30s. I can shrug off a kid acting like a demon over fiction, but god damn, folks. Grow a backbone. A criticism against something you like ain’t a criticism of you; I love a TON of bad shit that no one enjoys. No skin off my bones if someone shit-talks Warhammer, or the Burning Wheel RPG, like homie, why would I be mad at that? And this one’s gonna come out of left field, but while I’m saying shit; you don’t get a pass to be a terrible nightmare asshole because you were abused. You need to check yourself, hold yourself accountable for your own actions, and face your mental issues like the god damn human being you are. Listen, I’ve struggled with that my whole life; I got my damn dick skin peeled off in a nasty rape, I’ve had personality issues, dysphoria, depression, and you know what? I hold myself accountable and responsible when my god damn mental illnesses affect other people. It is not other folks job to keep you grounded; friends absolutely do not have to be of use to you to be friends, and if you believe that- if you think that a friend is someone who you can use as a crutch for your mental illness without giving anything back to them no questions asked? You’re a shit friend, and it’s not their fault. It is yours. So, check yourself, do everything you can to rage against your own brain, and never stop fighting. Get professional help, get drugs, do whatever you can to battle your mind back into some semblance of normalcy- or, I guess drown in it, but do NOT expect others to take care of you, and do NOT judge others for not being there for you when you’re not even attempting to be there for yourself. That’s not the job of a friend, that’s the job of a therapist.  Also, god damn, I will be all day at this but True Gamer culture is vile and sickening, and this isn’t something I have to see often but... man, you’re not better than anyone because you press keys on your computer and move a dude on a screen. That’s not a shot at Esports or whatever, that’s a shot at people who look down on others because they think playing a game on hard mode is an actual achievement to be proud of. Which, you know what? Maybe it can be, but it sure as hell doesn’t give you the right to make fun of your mom because she plays Candy Crush, you sick little dweeb.  Hey, come sit with me here for a second. Pull up a chair, I’d like to tell you something. Now, I know I’m sitting here telling people not to be angry at each other over multimedia, and to not take strangers seriously; and I do mean that. That sounds a bit like what I’m doing, right? Eh, maybe. Could be, but at least I’m not running an actress off of Twitter with hate mail because your cheese-ball sci-fi movie didn’t live up to expectations. That’s the difference to me, at the very least; me being sickened by the state of pissbabies online, rather than me going online and telling someone to kill themselves because they let everyone know Tony Stark dies in Endgame. Hey, you know you may not see that as a different thing, but I do. I can say for sure I ain’t losing any sleep over it, though, honey. Not really looking for a discussion here either, I just wanted to get out some thoughts that have brewing in the dome all day about how weirdly religiously fanatic a lot of nasty internet behavior is, and just how deeply offputting it all is to me. Not looking for your hot takes, nor am I looking to piss anyone off, just blasting some steam out from the dome, you feel? 

[alicesloane13]

Happy Mental Birthday?

So, it’s my birthday this month. I feel pretty uncomfortable about this post--hey random Tumblr peeps buy me things--but I’m also struggling with so much. I don’t mean struggling to pay for things, I mean struggling to survive. So, here goes why I’m asking...

I see a lot of people on here asking for help. Usually, it's about bills, meds, groceries, etc. It's hard for me to equate mental needs with material needs. I feel like I have no right to ask this and expect zero response. I’ve recently lost my biggest supporter, and it’s terrifying.

There are so many people out there who need help and are worse off than I am. I wish I could help them, but I can't even help myself much right now. I know money is tight for everyone, so please don't let this post make you feel pressured (I doubt anyone knows me well enough to even feel that way).

I'm not in a great place. REALLY. I haven't been for about two months now. It's been very tough to even function let alone prosper. I'm no good to anyone like this. I'll spare you the details, but my mental health has been terrible for years. The past few months have been even worse. It's scaring me.

I've spent some time recently to make a plan on how to improve that with the means that I have.  Part of that plan is taking care of myself. Getting myself to a place where I can do more for other people--a place where I'm not 100% dependent on others.

My mom asked me to make a birthday list. It's something I dread, bc I feel guilty for people spending money on me. Still, I made one. As I went through I noticed that most of what I was asking for (not all) are related to self-care and becoming a better more productive person. There's some fun stuff on there too, but even that stuff has its purposes.

It's stupid to ask. I hate it, but I'm trying not to think of myself as complete trash. If anyone wants to take a look and ya know to gift me anything *cringes* HERE it is.

I hope this didn't seem too selfish. That wasn't my intention. I really don't think my existence is much to be celebrated, but I think I could do better. I want to do better. Seriously, no big deal if no one can or wants to do this. I don't expect it.

If anyone has any suggestions for things that I should look into to add to the list let me know. I'm always up for trying new things to get better. You'll notice that despite what a big reader I am there aren't many books. I don't tend to buy them from Amazon so... yeah. If you have titles you think would help or that I'd enjoy, please send them my way!

Feel free to send me asks, anons, messages or whatever if you ever need someone to talk to! I'm usually around. When I get a little bit better, I'll start writing again and open up requests and a fandom list of things I'm up for.

tl;dr -- I’m depressed, bordering on suicidal, it’s my birthday and here’s a list of things that could possibly help.

[lunarssong]

quick little summary/title: this started out as a rant but if you scroll down to the large bold, there’s a metaphor that should hopefully help explain why terfs are so god damn awful and dangerous

me? sending an ask off-anon to a terf because im both pissed and a fucking dumbass? its more likely than youd think

in fact! im not even gonna censor the word terf! if i dont feel like dealing with their bullshit replies and rbs then i literally just fucking wont!! yeah they might send in death threats but guess the fuck what?? im leaving my anon on fuckers, because honestly that shits gonna be funny to me! and if they try to doxx me (very unlikely, but i am trans and its not riskier to mention that because its already obvious, and ive never directly made a post about terfs before, so i really dont know whats gonna happen) or something then like! im a minor! we can sue those shitheads and hopefully bring more media awareness to how god damn shitty terfs are! literally dont even start, lmao.

have the damn ask because i wanna elaborate on it

“hi there! i wish you’d delete your tumblr, because you are dangerous. you are a violent misogynist, and make me ashamed to be a feminist.

you’re gonna attack me because i’m off anon, but you’d probably call me a coward if i was on it, lmao.

anyway! stop disguising your misogyny and transphobia with shitty ass ‘feminism’. i was raised by a feminist with a feminist mom who literally can’t believe y’all exist because your ideas are SO far from actual feminism.

just say you hate trans people and go.”

tbh? its so fucking wild to me how they literally spit out misogyny, transphobia, and lesbophobia but then get all pissy when someone calls them out on it,, but then have the nerve to accuse that person of being misogynistic and lesbophobic? like,, honey. honey, what? the fuck? how much of a dumbass are you?

because like. im a pretty big dumbass! like ive walked into a mirror before because i thought it was a door! im a dumbass!

but even i know that trans women literally cannot discriminate against cis women by saying that theyre (plural, but trans women can 100% use they and thats totally valid) women! because guess the FUCK what?? theyre fucking women! if yall shitheads (terfs) wanna call that misogyny then yall cant call yourselves women either!

if yall assholes wanna call a specific group of lesbians/wlw pointing out, “hey! we experience discrimination because of an entirely irrelevant physical feature we all happen to share that has literally no actual affect on whether or not we are women/wlw” lesbophobia or speaking over minorities then wow.

wow.

wow, are yall gonna be shocked when (if) you realize what the hell yall doing that qualifies as.

oppressors literally depicting and/or committing fucking hate crimes, sometimes even as serious as murder, rape, etc. (this is referring to terfs, i should never have to point that out) is NOT comparable to an oppressed as hell minority saying that people who literally want them dead should not be in safe spaces intended for people of a community they both happen to belong to.

to put this into perspective for yall out there literally worse than garbage (terfs)! imagine this scenario.

youre in a community of women. trans women may or may not be a part of this particular community, shut the fuck up, thats irrelevant. a group of straight women pop up, and start saying that being wlw is misogynistic and harmful to women. this is bullshit. you know that immediately. why wouldn’t it be? you explain to them the obvious reasons why it is not. they ignore you.

they begin to spew utter bullshit, claiming things like “women should never marry other women. you’re ignoring the fact that a man’s place is as a woman’s wife, and basically trying to be men, which is like admitting that men are superior.” or, “as straight women, you flaunting your homosexuality,” the woman gestures to a lesbian couple who aren’t even holding hands and haven’t been touching the whole time theyve been there. one has a small rainbow heart sticker on her purse. “makes me feel threatened in my femininity. (insert plural of 4 letter slur against lesbians that i dont feel comfortable typing a single letter of) arent really women, their existence is heterophobia and misogyny. they shouldn’t be allowed in female-only spaces because they normalize masculinity.”

over time, this group of straight women grows. they call themselves feminists, claim theyre fighting for the rights of all women! unless those women happen to love other women and dont perfectly fit their (cisnormative too but terfs are awful so they like that) heteronormative idea of a woman. they protest at the very idea of saying “significant others”, “partners”, or even “wives and/or husbands” because it doesnt fit their idea of being a woman. because they think having a wife and loving women is only for men.

eventually, they start getting braver and braver. they start going to feminist rallies, and if they spot gay women, or even women they think look gay, theyll get up in their faces, threaten them, call them slurs. theyll try to record them, try to get them fired from their jobs or outed to unsupportive families. or even just expose them to the potential of assault in their day-to-day life. because theyre gay. and that doesnt affect the straight women at all, but they hate diversity and are homophobes. so they need an excuse.

sometimes theyll get their other gay-exclusive feminist friends to record them committing violent acts against wlw feminists, just to take stills from those videos out of context when the gay women defend themselves, and then go crying to the media, twisting the roles of victim and aggressor to paint a violent picture of wlw. they say that feminist rallies should be an event only for real women or allies to their cause—meaning, to them, no wlw, and certainly no mlm. they probably even try to turn all homophobia towards gay men into a sexism issue (they are sometimes tied, but not mostly). but they lose their shit when anyone tries to tell them to get out of these safe spaces for women, because by attacking wlw for literally nothing beyond existing, they are ruining the safe part.

people start to become ashamed to call themselves feminists, and are often lumped in with these homophobes. even if they themselves are gay. straight feminists who love, support, and fight for wlw begin to feel guilty for being straight. new labels for feminist ideology begin popping up, the gay-exclusive feminists strike them down and turn them into jokes.

their end goal is to reverse victories like gay marriage, remove gay representation both in the media and in history books (sometimes even arguing that famous wlw were ‘just close friends’ with their wives or girlfriends), and to send wlw right back to hiding and marrying men for fear of their lives.

all in the name of thinly veiled homophobia feminism!

but wait, you cry, that sounds nothing like feminism! it actually sounds like misogyny and homophobia!

exactly!

think about who yall are the real-life equivalent of in that scenario.

need a hint because youre so brainwashed? try changing ‘gay/wlw’ to ‘trans’, ‘straight’ to ‘cis’, and ‘gay-exclusive’ to ‘terf’.

i doubt any of them will actually read through this, let alone realize their flawed perspective due to it, but hey. maybe ill sway some people who’re on the fence about how horrible terfs are.

[tankun]

You're the sweetest and the strongest person. The fact that you even respond to hate messages, let alone with understand and reason is so honestly awe inspiring to me as I am a total hot head. I love your blog so much and it's what kept me in the sugakookie/fanfiction fandom when I was fed up with asshole Yoongi fics and ready to leave. Thank you

But also I guess that means your blog is super amazing cuze only petty minds respond to greatness and differing opinions with hatred and fear ;P

Anonymous said:

Who the fuck sent you hate asks?! A bitch is ready to fight and that bitch is me. Wtf, you’re so sweet, why would they come to bother u over something so silly, I hate what this fucking fandom is becoming. Tankun, I love u and ur blog. Be strong buddy! 

Anonymous said:

Literally why are people getting so heated over a fake relationship. Nobody should be giving you shit for preferring bttm!yoongi

Anonymous said:

Sending you some love~ I check up on your blog everyday, not just because of the sweet Yoonkook/Sailor moon/sometimes gaming content, but because you seem to be a really great person and I highkey wanna be your friend! So please don’t let anyone put you down, they are just looking for drama anyways! Embrace us who love you instead - ♧

Anonymous said:

hey i just wanted to say i’m so sorry you’re getting hate :( i haven’t followed u for v long but u seem like such a sweet person ❤️ just remember anyone who’s sending anon hate on the internet is probs insecure and has stuff going on in their life that they need to do shit like that to make themselves feel better - so it’s not abt u at all, even if it sometimes might feel like it is! hope that makes sense haha (probably not oops). anyway love love love ur blog keep being fab and doing u ✨💕😊

Anonymous said:

Goodness! Why can’t people just leave you alone? Do these people have nothing better to do? You’re minding your own business- they should mind theirs. I’m so sorry you have to go through this- you really don’t deserve it.

Thank you everyone for all the supportive comments! They mean a lot to me.

It pains me to have to ignore asks, but I’ll do that from now on. Luckily I was with my mom (since she takes care of me every day), so it didn’t hurt that much, just made me upset that people like to assume things about me because I like something different than them.

Also, thank everyone so much for liking my blog! My messenger on tumblr is always open if you want to talk! I’m always happy yo make friends :} (I have been informed this is called DMing, but it sounds weird to say so I just like to say messaging haha) 

And to the person who mentioned they like my Sailor Moon/Gaming reblogs: Thank you!! I’m so happy you like them ;~; Sailor Moon has been with me for 20 years, and when things get bad for me it’s always been a pick me up. I can talk for hours about Sailor Moon, so it made me really happy that you like it too :} Thank you!

Thank everyone again for the encouraging and supportive words :} I’m going to be away for a bit though, maybe a day, or just until tonight, we shall see :}

Thank you again, I love ya’ll!

[park-loins]

I'm gonna go reread all your fanfics starting with Jammed. I'll report back later ✌ - the anon with too much time on their hands

I CAN’T BELIEVE U REALLY DID THAT wow drink some water stay hydrated buddy~

Asks 2-23 from ur adventure below the cut, and i think tumblr ate some but that does not shock me. 

2) Goddamn it Loins, I didn't even get the E.L James reference until I reread the first quarter of Jammed, goddamn it I didn't even know who E.L James was until now and I'm completely shook this is why I reread things ✌- The Anon with too much time on their hands (2/?)

o yeah Kim Taehyung’s novel absolutely KILLED the ‘bored with my marriage wine moms’ demographic

3) 😏😏😏✌- The Anon with too much time on their hands (3/?)

4) "author, sex god, part-time bee keeper" is my new Tinder description✌-The Anon with too much time on their hands

SHIT THAT’S SO GOOD THOUGH, i’d swipe right, hard right.

5) Yoooo, I can't believe that Jammed was your first BTS fanfiction, Loins. It was so good, and it was better the second time around! Okay, on to Reprise. I can't wait to weep at fuck'o'clock in the AM like the first time ✌- The Anon with too much time on their hands (5/?)

Ahhh thank u man! U know what I get really insecure about Jammed sometimes and I want to go back and change it, but it is what it is. And it got me publishing again! Which was the important thing. It felt so good to publish. 

6) Yoooo the notes on the first chapter of Reprise thooo. Damn, first time noticing that ✌- The Anon with too much time on their hands (6/?)

Oh me being a creepy child? Yeah I walked around the house calling “mommy, MOMMY” and mom was like ‘what’ and i was like ‘no, my REAL mommy,’ the proceeded to describe the death of my former family! i, for one, am surprised and grateful she did not ditch me on a deserted mountaintop. 

7) And people say smut can't be soft...but also...😏😏😏 ✌- The Anon with too much time on their hands (8/?)

aww u know what... i’m gonna have to write some soft stuff in the future... i haven’t gone super soft n sweet since then and i think i should. 

8) Yep, I'm getting emotions now. Thanks Loins, I needed those back. ✌- The Anon with too much time on their hands (10/?)

9) Okay but, my shuffle starting playing 'How to Save A Life' by The Fray the MINUTE I got to reading the last Scene in Reprise™, and I'm feeling quite attacked, tbh ✌- The Anon with too much time on their hands (11/?)

oommgmgmgmgmgmgmmggmg

10) Is it too soon to bring up the "Oh look, I've been impaled" meme? ✌ - The Anon with too much time on their hands (12/?)

YES IT CERTAINLY actually no u know what go for it, impaling is such a specific means of death u gotta take the shot when u have it. 

11) Okay, that's Reprise done. I've successfully got through it without crying this time, cause my family's asleep. Time to get into Inc. Don't worry since Inc. is really long, I won't bother you as much. I think you kinda hate me right now, spamming your already full inbox ✌ - The Anon with too much time on their hands (13/?)

I WAS REALLY ENJOYING GETTING THESE THO as i was like getting ready for work then throughout the day, it was so nice ilu 

12) I will, and forever always believe, that Inc. is, and forever will be, one of THE most quotable fanfictions of our generation. Thank you and good day ✌ - The Anon with too much time on their hands (14/?)

OKAY that means a lot, my family is SO big on quoting movies like that’s our sense of humor. In fact my sister has quoted inc. to me and then been like... hey what’s that from - cuz sometime we have so may references that we literally cant remember the origin- and i was like..... inc.

13) Me: *Reads the story of Murderers birth* Me "Wow, you could make a religion out of this" ✌- The Anon with too much time on their hands (15/?)

vmin at least made a HOLIDAY of it, that you can believe. 

14) Yoongi: "The only plant that's ever had the misfortune of being mine died long before it ever had a chance to tell it's tale of woe" Me: Wow, that sounds like somebody else I know...*looks into the camera like on the Office* ✌- The Anon with too much time on their hands (16/?)

....ok SURE fine whatever inc. yoongi is 87% me

15) Maybe Hazelnut will be our always? ✌- The Anon with too much time on their hands (17/?)

akdjlkjglkjhl

16) "I was very drunk, the photos where on Jimin's phone-..." Wait, wHaT!? See y'all, this👏is👏why👏re👏reading👏is👏 important 👏, I didn't even notice that the first time I read Inc., fucking hell. ✌ - The Anon with too much time on their hands (18/?)

o yeah o yeah i was planting those vmin seeds for YEARs

17) "Jin steps gingerly over Namjoon, who is face down on the floor, moaning miserably into an abandoned microphone" This scene is the main reason I wish that could draw good fanart ✌ - The Anon with too much time on their hands (19/?)

i almost think that bad fanart of this scene would be better

18) You know how there's a shirt floating around that has the entire script to the Bee Movie on the back? I want that, but instead of the Bee Movie, I just want the entire Inc. fanfiction. ✌- The Anon with too much time on their hands (20/?)

 as long as “assplay” the 17 times i use it is in a slightly bigger font than EVERything else

19) Wow. A lot of shit went down in 2012. And we getting to the angsty, metaphorical shit, cause what else are you gonna get from a Minverse™ fanfiction? ✌ - The Anon with too much time on their hands (22/?) 

i think i used 2012 as a reference year for crazy shit in paint too and i’m thinking about my 2012 and i’m like o yep. that’s why

20) Ah yes, the time when Loins decided to write a Christmas chapter in the dead of summertime. I ain't judging, anything for the story's sake ✌- The Anon with too much time on their hands 

CHRISTMAS is not a time of YEAR but a feeling in your HEArT, and also a great plot device

21) The first appearance Leash!Tae in Loins' ao3 fanfics. Honestly, what an amazing experience to read this again. I'm honored. ✌- The Anon with too much time on their hands (23/?)      

leash!tae was a lifechanging event in my real life and i’m just i’m so glad to insert it into my writing at any and every chance.

22) How dare you write some emotional-ass smut. Also I'm gonna stop sending these in after 30 so that I don't get your inbox so full 😗😙 I'm sure it's probably more than that cause I'm bad at tracking numbers, and I hope I got Anon on all of em.✌- The Anon with too much time on their hands (26/30) 

‘nasty but emotional.’ MY new tinder bio

23) Can I just tell you something Loins? I'm a bit tipsy now, so don't judge, but you are so genuinely talented, it's sickening. Like, you talk about how your not that good at writing, but you could probably out write half of the people that's been on the NY Times Best Seller List. And you have such a good personality to top it off. I gotta stop sending asks now, sorry to end so suddenly, just know that I really appreciate what you're doing. 💓💓✌- The Anon with too much time on their hands

aw my dude... ur gonna make me emo but the good kind the just too many good and grateful emotions kind of emo.... that really means a lot man, idk if i’ll ever pursue writing outside of a fic context, but it make me feel SO nice to think even for a second that i could. anyway!! thank u for making my day, this was such a nice little distraction on an otherwise dull and shit day, and thank u for being so sweet n supportive n i really appreciate you!!!!

[ashisdeterioratingfire]

ALDFJALKSFJLK LOOK AT THIS DAY+NEZ+ANY OF MY FEATURED FRIENDS

The three pioneers of Tumblr fanfiction, followed by a boy slightly older than the rest, ambled awkwardly onto desert landscape. They were all wearing their most formal clothing: a t-shirt, jeans, a few bracelets made of string from those Friendship Bracelet kits that you could get from a mall. "Er, hey fans," Savannah said, her voice quiet with curiosity and perhaps even a slight fear of the look in their eyes. "Why'd you invite us here then?" The fans, most of them varying ages in the teenager era, were wearing similar clothes to their fanfiction idols. Some nodded, some whispered and smiled after Day spoke; a girl in the front row rushed at them, handing them each a microphone and then speeding back. A tall, curly-haired girl with faint red dyeing the ends of her dark locks, smirked at them. "Wait.." Day studied the girl, who in turn looked at her like "seriously? do you not know me?" and crossed her arms. "Ash?" The girl smiled, confirming the statement. She stepped forward in the white, grainy sand, avoiding a prickly old shrub there. "Hi, Day, Savannah, Nezzie, Danny," She saluted them jokingly, a gleeful and scary look in her eyes. "You were called here to witness the great act that we have planned; we shall eliminate your hater!" Suddenly, two stony-faced fans emerged from the crowd, leading a shackled and terrified person with them. The person quivered, their eyes wide as they lingered only on Daylee in a way that made her feel uncomfortable. Danny protectively put a hand on her shoulder, trying to glare down the person but looking more like a grumpy panda. Nobody was allowed to stare creepily at his girlfriend. But the stare wasn't one of lust or attraction, but of guilt. It was the hater, the one who had told her to quit and leave the account to Savannah and Nezzie. Ash seemed all the more pleased now. "On the 27th of May, 2017, an anonymous person hatefully insulted Day's writing and Day herself, which was something we could not forgive," Ash said, her voice amplified my a microphone of her own. "We have found the anonymous hater! This is the depths of tumblr, where nobody ventures at all! We have weaponry, death devices of all sorts amongst us! We seek to kill! My deputy, nutellalala, will read a list of what we shall do to this hater." The girl with the microphones, who seemed to be nutellalala, sniffled (she had a severe cold that day) and brought out a list, borrowing Ash's microphone. "First, we shall welcome the artists extraordinaire here at Tumblr to carve the hater's skin into the most beautiful drawings, though of course not piercing any veins or arteries. We don't want the hater to die just yet." She read from the list nonchalantly, bringing cheers and smiles from the crowd after every point. "Then we shall force-feed the hater slow-acting poison, so that nauseous pain envelopes them bit by bit. Then we'll hook the hater up to a childbirth simulator machine fresh off Amazon and set the contractions up to the highest. Then we'll give them mind-messing stuff like what Peeta got in the Hunger Games, except less so that they don't go completely crazy, and then make them beg and scream for mercy. Finally, we will mummify them alive and throw the carcass to be picked at by vultures. Then, we'll blend the organs and other soft squishy bits and use it as fertilizer for plants, because we love nature!" Nezzie was pale with open-mouthed shock, staggering on her feet. Savannah wasn't in sight, but they could here her retching noises as she vomited behind some rocks. Danny looked positively shook, and Day just...felt sorry for the hater, who was quivering even more and trying to plead mercy behind the mouth-thingy-which-she-forgot-the-name-of. Oh yes, gag. "Um, actually, fans," Day managed, her voice slightly erratic and shaky. "H-how about since this person is apologising under that gag, I'll just say "I forgive you" and we'll all go back. Without killing anyone?" A sea of whispers, echoing and continuing through the crowd were heard. "Day!" said Ash, pouting. "That's not the fun way!" nutellalala was similarly annoyed, as she had spent forty-five minutes of her precious time making this list and writing this made-up story, only to have one of the main characters steer the story to a less gory ending. And she could've just been watching Dan and Phil's new sims video or listening to 5 Seconds Of Summer! "I forgive you, anon, though I'll let my fans hunt you down if you are ever so rude to anyone else ever again," Daylee said pleasantly, hooking her hand with Danny's and then addressing her fans. "Now, everyone, get back to work on Tumblr! Us three have fanfiction to write, you lot have fanfiction to read, we all have people to ship and stuff to browse. See you later!" In a puff of glitter and things that looked like Pokémon cards but actually were Heroes of Olympus themed, the wonderful writing trio and a cute, distressed Danny, disappeared. Ash sighed, reluctantly letting the hater free and ordering them a Tumblr taxi. Slowly, the rest of the bloodthirsty fans calmed down and left the place in their own transportation, and the Tumblr world was back in order. The End!!!

OKAY SO GUYS MY FRIEND WROTE THIS AND ITS FUCKING BEAUTIFUL I LOVE IT SO MUCH SO DARE YOU NOT SEND ANY HATE TOWARDS MY MOM EVER AGAIN @nutellalala< THIS IS THE WRITER

@cabinofimagines Y’ALL GOTTA SEE THIS

[ofsingingviolas]

I have a Stalker || Dear Athena

Hello, my dear. 

Guess what? I don’t know if I told you about the girl who came into my ask box, asked a question without context about my beliefs, then unfollowed me? After that, her mutuals started making posts about me. Never mentioning me by name, but calling me homophobic, a moron, hateful, and a few other nasty things. 

I made two posts. One said, “I don’t understand why people unfollow me, for things I never even post about.” To which I was told that I was terrible for making lgbt people ‘feel like they have a false sense of security when I secretly hate them’… the girl who was attacking me used to be one of my favorite mutuals. Also, I never posted about my stance with the lgbt community because it didn’t matter on a PJO blog… That’s partially what they’re mad about. I’m apparently a liar. 

I began to get anons, calling me a horrible person, a bitch, and a liar. Of course, they also called me homophobic and claimed I was using Christianity as a crutch to spread hate. 

I had never spoken about the topic until she asked me. I didn’t want to lie to her, but I’m not going to hide from my beliefs. You know that. 

My other post was directed at the people making posts about me. It was a call-out to stop vaguely posting about me and talk to me directly. The Original girl seemed to let the subject drop. While a certain person (of whom we have spoken about before) began answering asks and basically rallying people against me. (Though they claim they would never do that.) They called me a moron, said I deserved 0 followers, said I was hateful, and a terrible person. This person had already blocked me weeks before, making vague posts about me back then too. 

Frustrated, I made a post on my personal blog. I believe it was along the lines of “why are you going to ask me things when you know you won’t like the answer?” 

While answering one of the anons, I made the mistake of mentioning my personal blog where I post my Christian and political views. Three people came onto my personal blog and began sending me cruel messages there. By now, I had told a friend what was going on, and he went to the person posting crap about me and spammed their ask box. The person posting crap about me just got amused, thinking it was me. 

By then I’d had enough. I posted an apology for my passive aggressiveness, but not for my beliefs. About five people blocked me. Three of them former mutuals. But the iconic thing is- the original girl who came into my ask box and started this didn’t block me. I had assumed she did. But no. 

Now, months later… I accidentally ended up at her blog, and look what I found. 

#this person i’m almost starting to deeply hate is also racist#and homophobic#and transphobic#and generally a complete dick disguised as a sweet person#god why#it pisses me off so much that she calls herself christian#but she isn’t even close to being actually good#i am an atheist#but my family is deeply catholic#my mom has a degree in teology#so trust me when i say i know the bible#and i know what jesus said#and it wasn’t what she is saying#nghhh i hate her so much

… She not only is still posting about me. But because I do not post anything about my beliefs on my pjo blog, this means she has been looking at my personal blog for reasons I cannot fathom. This was May 7th. 

But that’s not all… 

you can see that i’m still pissed at a thing that happened a while ago bc literally all of my blogs have switched from casually gay to Super Gay™. no one ever will be able to see my blog and think “hey how nice this is a fellow straight i can talk to about my prejudiced bullshit ideals” the amount of lesbianism will drive them away first

#also friendly reminder that if you follow me and/or are my mutual #and you also happen to believe i’ll go to hell bc i like girls #you must unfollow me right now #i do not have time for your thinly disguised homophobia

This was May 11th. 

What I find amusing about this post is the fact I knew she was a lesbian when I followed her. Months ago. I never treated her any different than my straight followers. Why would I??? I don’t treat lgbt people different. I don’t agree with them. That doesn’t mean I hate them.  (I unfollowed her after she came into my ask box. We have had no contact in months- except for her spying on my personal blog apparently.) 

How do I know she has been on my personal blog? 

#she is even islamophobic!!!#ugh#tbd

May 14th. 

I had not posted anything about Islam for at least two days. Meaning she actually scrolled through the blog. 

She’s stalking my blog and trashing me.  

Now, I have some points I would like to make. Because frankly, I am frustrated, amused, and generally shocked. I had completely moved on and never mentioned anything. She is stalking me. 

In reply to her first post about me. 

“Is also racist-” 

Please point me to where I have been racist. Also, note that I am a POC. I know that people of color are racist too, but I believe she assumes I’m white. Because I don’t think black people are oppressed by the government? Sure there are racist people who are wrong and should be held responsible for their actions. But as a whole, POC aren’t oppressed by a nation or by whites. 

“homophobic, transphobic-”

I can’t really deny this one. Though I despise what the words imply. They imply that I’m afraid of them because I do not understand them. They imply that I hate them. I. Do. Not. Hate. Them. Disagreeing with someone does not imply you hate them! I disagree with Mormons. I disagree with people who think it’s okay to watch the movie before the book. I disagree with people who think it’s okay to have sex before marriage. That does not mean I hate them. 

“and generally a complete dick disguised as a sweet person-”

Okay, I understand that you thought I accepted the lgbt community as this wonderful thing just like the rest of Tumblr. But besides the day that people were actually attacking me, when have I ever been a d*ck? I was passive aggressive that day. That was wrong of me. But I was also being attacked. You and your friends obviously have no problem with trashing someone that disagrees with you. I have left you alone, and yet you’re stalking my blog and making horrid posts about me behind my back. You seem sweet until someone disagrees with you. How am I the one being the terrible person here, Darlin? 

“It pisses me off that she calls herself a Christian…” 

No no, I AM a Christian sweetheart. Why does that make you angry? Christians are not supposed to get along with everyone. 

“Do not think that I have come to bring peace to the earth. I have not come to bring peace, but a sword.” - Matthew 10:34

“but isn’t even close to being actually good…” 

Well, obviously I am not good. 

“And Jesus said to him, “Why do you call me good? No one is good except God alone.” - Mark 10:18

Christians aren’t good. We strive to live according to the Word of God- imperfectly. But, I don’t think good is what you really mean. I think you mean nice or accepting or -dare I say it- tolerating. If that’s your intention, then you are right. I do not change my convictions. But when- when before you came into my ask box did I treat you unkindly? When have I treated anyone rudely?

“I’m an atheist- but-”

No, no, no ‘buts’… You lose your right to a ‘but’ when you admit you’re an atheist and have not asked me anything about my belief (other than one question about hell) -therefore have a bias and most likely do not properly understand what I believe. If you are not open to talking to me about it, do not tell me ‘but’. Also, if you are an atheist, why does my saying I am a Christian offend you? You do not even claim to believe as I do. How are you upset? Is it because I do not meet your standards of what a Christian is supposed to be? You are not my standard, Darlin. 

“My family is deeply Catholic-”

Hon… Catholics don’t believe the same thing as reformed Protestants… They’re so so different… Also, this shows that you may not know the history of the church or anything other than your family’s Catholic beliefs… Why are you making yourself a standard of what a Christian should be? Also, what do your family’s beliefs have to do with me or this conversation? Unless they taught you what Reformed Protestants believe in detail, I do not see the connection. 

“My mother has a degree teology. So trust me when I say I know the Bibile…” 

Okay, this one I’m 90% sure is just a typo- but it’s theology….

I have three pastors I have classes with- seminary graduates. Three of my teachers have degrees in theology. My dad didn’t study theology in college, but has two books bigger than Order of the Phoenix on Reformed theology, and has read countless other smaller books on the subjects… He’s no pastor… but my dad knows his stuff. 

But I still don’t see how this applies to the situation. You claim to be an atheist. Are you trying to compete with me? To prove you know more about the Bible than I do?

“I know what Jesus said, and it’s not what she says-” 

…. Obviously. Obviously, it’s not what I say. Never listen to my opinion of what Jesus said. I’ve only posted actual bible verses. I’ve posted what the scripture says about itself. 

(Also it’s kinda a known fact in the church that Catholics don’t read the scriptures personally- but I’m not sure how true that is for her family since her mom has a degree- but still… she’s an atheist I have my doubts…)

Another thing, Hon. Your mother has a degree. You don’t. Have you studied as much as she has? Have you dedicated time and work into learning what the Bible truly says? Or do you form opinions based off what you hear your mother say? Have you been through lessons and classes and genuinely tried to learn? To understand? 

My guess, because you are an atheist, is no. 

Also, I would like to point out that I have studied scripture since I was a child. I’ve had many different teachers with degrees in theology, Bible studies with my father, personal classes with the pastor’s wife who taught me and my best friend and equipped us well enough to write six essays which I then had to read in front of my church elders confirming that I know what I believe and that I am a full member of my church. 

I know what I believe, Hon. Don’t worry about that. I’m grounded. I’m also being taught personally by my pastor every Wednesday night.

“She is even islamophobic…” 

Well… Yeah. I disagree with Islam. That’s kinda a given. We’re two separate religions based in two separate gods, with two separate messages. 

There were literally wars because Christians and Muslims don’t get along. 

I’m not saying I hate them. Once again, disagree and hate are two separate things. But I do strongly disagree with everything about Islam. Frankly, I don’t understand how you are their ally, considering Isalm is the religion that says to kill all homosexuals. Also, you consider yourself a feminist, and Islam thinks a woman is equal to a dog. Have you every looked into their beliefs? I’m not talking about this stupid “accept everyone” American stuff - which is not true Christianity or Islam btw - but what they actually believe? My guess is, no. You haven’t. 

What was she trying to accomplish? Why is she so mad? 

Why is she still stalking me???

She’s this mad, and I haven’t spoken to her in months. 

I’m… actually amused.