#i dont like insulting people but im not ashamed to do it when its deserved

[eponastory]

I can't believe I didn't take a screenshot of it before blocking the person...

But my post regarding the misogynistic views of Kat*ang shippers has reblogging turned off because someone reported it or something (I think... because that seems to happen when a KA comes into my comments and tries to save face) so no one can reblog it anymore, which is a shame.

But yeah... this lovely person came into my comments and said something along the lines of

"I've never heard of any Kat*ang shipper saying that."

Honey... there is proof of it on Twitter for all eyes to see. Just because YOU didn't see or hear it, doesn't mean it didn't happen. It definitely did happen. I had to scroll back in my blogs to freaking March to see the actual post and who posted it.

And the discussion that happened about it. I was in Florida at the time and I remember getting pretty pissed. I actually got on Twitter (X these days) to see it for myself. I actually screenshot the darn thing, but unfortunately I broke my phone so it's on my old phone.

So yes, it happened. Many of us saw it and were absolutely appalled by it.

They must be blind, deaf, and dumb to think it was just a mistake.

(BTW if you did see the post about how Aang is a real man by getting Katara pregnant three times and screenshotted it, keep it in your back pocket for later, I'm sure it will come up again.)

But yeah the level of ignorance is crazy.

[thatnerdinthecorner]

you know what i make fun of tiktok a lot, bc most of the time it deserves it, but i think that a lot of people on tumblr could use some time on tiktok. a little bit of exposure.

the majority of tumblr users have been here a while and i know we all said that we wouldnt do the whole millenial vs gen z vs whatever comes next thing, but theres a whole lot of people on here taking things from tiktok out of context and going 'oh no look at the next generation, look how terrible' and then saying how awful tiktok is. and tiktok is awful. but its awful bc it harvests data, and is super addictive, and is fucking up the music and publishing industries, and not, i repeat not, bc the younger generation are just so terrible

yeah the whole goncharov rip off was boring and inauthentic and we all made fun of it, but the whole girl dinner and girl math thing. No.

girl dinner isnt promoting eating disorders. are there people with eating disorders that are using the girl dinner trend, yeah, but idk if you know this but any food related trend is going to have people with eating disorders jump on in there, and whilst there are definitely things we can do to mitigate the success of them spreading their gross diets and whatever the next fad laxative is, we shouldnt stop having fun with food just bc any food trend online can be done by people with eating disorders too.

girl dinner isnt some evil trad wife trend, its the exact opposite. women arent using the 'girl' in girl dinner to say la lala la laa look at me, im a little girly who only likes pink and not thinking, la dee da

they use it to say there are certain expectations that we have been taught women have to be beholden to, the idea of the perfect woman who can do it all, raise the kids, do the housework, have the full time job as well, but the kids and housework are full time jobs, and this is exhausting, and heres what i make for dinner when im too tired to cook a full meal, when living up to all the expectations is hard, bc im human, im not perfect, and if its not what a perfect adult woman would do then i guess im not, so heres me eating my girl dinner and i wont be ashamed of that, bc the patriarchy feeds on our shame, and if we arent ashamed of being the perfect woman under patriarchy, then at least in that way, it does not control us, if patriarchy is the panopticon then if we dont fear the watchman, we will never become our own watchman

ill admit, i know less about girl math, bc its popped up less for me (i think its a trend fewer people do, but it could just be the algorithm), but from what i can tell its basically just social/behavioural economics. it illustrates things like the sunk cost fallacy, eg. if ive already put money on an app to pay for my coffee then that coffee is 'free'. the people making those videos dont literally think their coffee it free, they're just saying it feels like its free, which it does, because of the sunk cost fallacy. thats not women being stupid, thats an actual theory in behavioral economics. i've also seen people talk about 'its cheaper to buy something else and get free shipping than to pay less but not get free shipping'. they don't literally think that, and its kind of insulting the amount of people there are seeing women make that joke and immediately assuming that they are too stupid to be joking.

[hyphypmic]

HypMic: Insulted

Anon asked: Request for all the HypMic boys! Someone insults them and before they can make up a comeback, their S/O gets pissed for them and stands up for them, being a badass and telling them to piss off or something and not to insult their boyfriend lol. How would they react?

Omg this is so cute ahhh

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Ichiro

He would really just feel warm inside

And when the person gets like taken down verbally, Ichiro says like: you didn’t have to do that I can take care of myself

And you just shrug and you’re like: I want to protect you and all that

And Ichiro, his whole life he’s used to protecting others, having someone stand up for him instead of just him, he’s really so so so happy and warm inside that he can rely on someone

Jiro

Would be shocked as you pull him away after you pulverise the dude with words

And then he would be a little shy like he’s so used to picking fights and he’s embarrassed he couldn’t come up with a come back fast enough

But he’s grateful to you and happy you filled the silence

And honestly he’s smiling like an idiot because he appreciates it a lot and he loves having someone to rely on

Saburo

Actually hugs you after because honestly he’s had so much bullies its hard to come back

Like yeah, he does not get affected as much, but sometimes it happens and he freezes because sometimes he goes back to an instance where he couldn’t fight back

And when you defend him he’s just smiling and maybe crying a little

Then he proceeds to open up about his past like the bullying incidents and all and you can see how much this means to him

Samatoki

Call you a fucking idiot afterwards because anyone dumb enough to insult him is probably really tough or something

But actually he’s really overwhelmed with how willing you are to defend him so even if he does call you a dumbass, you know that he appreciates it a lot

And is kind of the type that: you didn’t have to do that, you really didn’t im supposed to protect you… but thank you

But off he’s not super emotional, so naturally you two get on bickering, but you know

Jyuto

Super surprised that you would leap to his rescue before he could say something

Like usually he would keep his cool, but seeing you get mad for his sake like takes his breath away

And like he says: what did I do to deserve someone who protects me that way

And it really warms his heart, but he also warns you to be more careful because you know, people who tease or insult him only have their anger as a weapon

Riou

Really really appreciates it because okay, tbh I really believe Riou was bullied back then because he’s half American and right he’s a quiet, big and gentle guy, so once people knew they could pick on him

I mean obviously, he grew out of it and like joined the military, but the teasing never stopped you know

And like, now that he doesn’t react, he appreciates you losing your shit for him, except he’s the one dragging you away… but then he would thank you silently after

Ramuda

He’s really so dependent on himself that it shocks him into silence

Like usually he would have a witty comeback or just go on and being irritating and annoying

But like I said, his greatest fear is that after all his scheming and plotting for power, he’s just gonna be alone

So after you did that, he knows that he won’t be alone at all and it really makes him soft

He just hugs you and says thank you bc legit, he has no words to describe how loved he just felt

Gentaro

He’s not very confrontational so like he really appreciates it

Only when you look like you’re losing too much of your shit is when he stops you and pulls you away

But once you’re in private, he pulls you into a hug and tells you the truth that it meant a lot to him and the comments actually hurt

Because in the face of the people who are insulting him, he pretends it doesn’t hurt… but it honestly really does so he really is happy you fought for him

Dice

Ah well, when you get into ute he gets into it and it really just becomes verbal abuse for whoever insulted dice

But then well, you two start bickering with each other and dice saying that he don’t need no one to insult someone else for him because he a big boy now and he don’t gotta rely on someone

And ok bc his image on the street is everything, and if someone is seen protecting him

But really you just answer back sharply like: I WANNA PROTECT YOU MY FUCKING DUMBASS OK

Jakurai

Would watch in awe because he’s really used to being by himself

Like really, assassins work on their own most of the time

And he is a famous hitman so like, there’s no fucking way he usually needs a team

But to see you lose your shit over something as simple as that even if you knew that he’s gone through much worse, he appreciates it so much

Because even if he had gone through hell and back, the slight stings and scratches still hurt and nothing is gonna change that

He just thanks you and kisses you softly, letting you know how much it meant to him

Doppo

Really really appreciates it because most of the time he’s too worried or anxious to fight back

And when you’re talking back the other person, he gets ashamed so he apologises to you for you having to defend him and you’re like: what no it’s okay hey stand up NO DONT STAY ON THE GROUND DOPPO

And you just hug him and tell him he’s worth all of your effort and you’re gonna spare none if it means you get to see him protected

Hifumi

He would pull you away after a while and then hug you and thank you

Because tbh, he had been bullied before for his fear of women and having to have that entire suit bit

But really, you defending him makes him smile, and he hopes that you would give him the courage to be able to stand up for himself more now that he’s inspired by you

And it’s really cute and he just wants you to help him become braver and all that

[edwardteachme]

⚠️spoilers throughout⚠️

(theres no real structure here just posting some of my kyo thoughts)

the gradient to black obviously shows kyos emotional state—not just because he knew kyoko but specifically in response to tohrus statement and the hand he feels he played in kyokos death. he has no internal monologue, and it’s impossible to know what hes thinking until you finish the series and look back on this moment, but once you do you can read his thoughts on his face like a book in plain english.

how could she be happy that im here?? my presence in this temple is an insult. i should be ashamed to show my face at kyokos grave. i should be ashamed to presume to know her daughter. i dont deserve her kindness or her friendship. i should not be here.

hes trying to play it cool but he cant bring himself to relax just yet.

i wouldnt be surprised if saki had been waiting for him to speak since they showed up. he’s so obviously in turmoil, even without waves being brought into it. he must feel like a shameless bastard for being there at all, and yet maybe he feels it would be cowardly not to show up?? tohru didnt specifically ask him to come but he came anyway, but now that hes there he cant quite bring himself to face the grave??

this line has always fucked me up even the first time i read it. why do you stand before a grave burdened by such feelings of guilt?? but more specifically, ‘your waves are crashing into my skull’. the only other time saki describes waves so violently are when we see her backstory and she cant tune them out yet. kyos guilt is loud. he truly believes that it’s his fault alone that kyoko died. never mind that accidents happen or that there were other people who DIDNT have weird ancient curses on them at the crossing who ALSO failed to pull kyoko to safety. as far as kyo is concerned, hes kidding himself if he thinks hes not the scum of the earth.

the cats eyes, backed into a corner and ready to run.

because hes not just wrestling with one guilt right?? theres layers of that shit. guilt that he couldnt save her. self-preserving denial—if yuki hadnt butted in, if he wasnt the cat, its not his fault. his desire to live up to the promise he made so long ago. his belief that he has already shattered it and thats why theyre there to visit a grave in the first place. hes so young and carrying so much grief and guilt already. im glad he has positive influences in his life to help him work through it eventually but damn if it isnt an uphill climb.

and of course, the curtain call. i’m sorry. maybe im reading too much into it but that sentence holds a promise too. im sorry shes dead. im sorry its my fault. im sorry i broke my promise.

but im going to keep it now. its my fault your mom is gone so now ive got your back. i wont let you get lost again. im here for you.

if you compare it to the flashback with kazuma on the mountain—he says he doesnt care, hes turning his back on it all and he doesnt care who he tramples (im paraphrasing i havent read that part in a year)—this private moment is his first step back from that. hes not ready to tell her yet. he might not be ready to admit it to himself. but hes walking forward now. i think this is the first time we see that. this is the flower that he wants to protect.

[acepolish]

(its a vent u dont have to read or anything) about being ashamed of not/ eating:

legit there wasnt a single year of my life i recall when i wasnt shamed for eating or shamed for not eating. there wasnt a single year i remember when people wouldnt get angry at me for eating and for not eating. and its not about eating healthily or some shit. if my mother wanted me to have a fucking healthy diet she could fucking feed me healthy food since day fucking one instead of eating fukcton of mcdonalds when she was fucking pregnant with me. even people who seemed fukcing supportive of me and shit tell me fucking shit like it!! my sister called me a little pig!! my pseudo step mother told me when i was what? eleven maybe?? that its my problem if i wanna be fat and disgusting??! and even im paraphrasing and she didnt use as harsh of words how the fuck that mustve hurt me if thats what i remember?! my mother to fukcing day told me to stop eating so much because when i start t ill be ever more of a fat fucking pig than i already am. and who fukcing cares that she cautiously chose words "youll get even bigger" when what i heard is that ill be even fucking fatter than i already am. im not even fucking fat. and then when i turned around to walk outta the fuckung room she had the fucking audacity to say 'jesus you have so many stretchmarks". like it was her fukcing problem

fuck you bitch. theyre like scars and theyre fukcing amazing

and its not even about how much i eat! people think they have the fucking audacity to lecture me about my fucking hole picking skin wounds!

deadass my fucking homeroom teacher walked up to me and told me to not fucking pick at my skin. my bitch of a mother tells me every fucking day to not do that. i cant feel comfortable being in the same room as my dad because every. fucking. time. hell tell me to not do that. or hell straight up take my fucking arm and wont let go for a while.

how many comments i gotta hear? how many insults hidden under well meaning i gotta stand? how many times im gonna be fucking shamed for eating? how many times im gonna be a punchline to a fucking running joke that i dont eat any vegetables or fruits? (i want to vomit every time i put one in my fukcing mouth. disgusting) how many times will i have to repeat mysekf when i say no i dont want to fucking eat?

i deserve better. for fucks sake i deserve so much fucking better

[unicornofdanger]

The Girl from the South

Author’s Note: I’m going to make this two parts because I had an idea for it but then it completely changed once I started writing. I am very happy with how this turned out and I can’t wait to start the second part. I have always loved writing for Game of Thrones even if I’m not caught up with the show. I have 12 or 13 one shots that I’m working on that should be posted in the next couple of weeks. I hope that you guys like this.

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Masterlist & Prompt Lists

Game of Thrones Prompt List

Requested by @lxdyred

Robb Stark x Reader

14. “This isn’t going to be a war. It’s going to be a massacre.”

33. “I’m with him. For better or for worse.” “It’ll probably be worse.” “I knew that the day I met him.”

57. “Turn the pain into power, darling.”

58. “I love it when someone insults me. That means that I don’t have to be nice anymore.”

59. “Yes, I’m a bitch, but not yours.”

Word Count: 2,952

Warnings: Language, Mention of War

It was a chilly day at Winterfell. The cold wind found ways to seep through every crap and send shivers down peoples' spines. Y/n was bundled up in her furs as she walked down the corridor. She hadn’t been there long, only being married to the oldest Stark boy for a few months. She had just been in the North long enough to not enjoy the cold. Many people had told her that she would get used to the weather, but they were all from cold parts of Westeros as well.

Y/n was from southern Dorne, which was warner compared to its counterpart. It was probably all around better than it’s counterpart if Y/n were to give her honest opinion. Dorne had beautiful buildings, castles that towered over its many cities. When Y/n thought of Dorne she thought of color. She thought of the many different flowers that bloomed in the spring and how they were present throughout the summer. Thinking of Donre was thinking of warmth, of color, of the sun touch bare skin.

The North didn’t conjure such thought. It was cold and dark. It brought about weather that no one enjoyed, yet they stayed there. The North was a horrible place to live, people were able to find joy in it somehow. But Y/n wasn't sure that she would have moved there if it wasn’t for her parents. The North was cold and the people weren’t as welcoming to newcomers. They wanted to keep their traditions and beliefs intact and they thought that people from other parts of Westeros were a threat to that. That those people didn’t understand the history behind what they did.

Whether Y/n enjoyed her time in Winterfell didn’t matter, she couldn’t go back home. Catelyn, Robb’s mother, had made it clear from day one that she was to stay at Winterfell and do her “duty”. Y/n hoped that she didn’t mean just bear children because she did not want that to be her only job in life.

“Y/n!” Sansa called from down the hall. Y/n turned to see the oldest Stark girl approach her, needlepoint in hand. Y/n was glad that she was able to get out of that boring task. Her sisters used to force her to do it with them, gossiping about other girls their age the whole time. “I finally finished the fox,” she told her sister-in-law when she was close enough.

Sansa handed the piece of cloth over, Y/n took it from the girl, running her fingers over the little orange and red fox. In the center of the fabric was an orange and red fox that was surrounded by purple and pink flowers and grass. “It’s beautiful,” she stated, handing it back.

“I thought you would like it,” she beamed. “I had trouble and messed up a couple of times on the stitching, but I finally got it.”

Y/n nodded as the two walked down the hall, side by side. Sansa was one of the only members of the Stark family who treated her with more than respect. She treated her like a friend. Like a sister. Robb’s parents acknowledged that Y/n deserved to be treated well, but they never went out of their way to be friendly and welcoming to her. She would have thought that Catelyn would have since she was married off to Lord Stark years before. She was the only one who would know how Y/n felt. The youngest Stark boys didn’t really pay her much mind as they were busy with their studies or playing around when they were away from their mother. Arya... she was indifferent. She spent much of her time with Y/n, but only because she wanted to escape her mother’s grasp and Catelyn thought that Y/n would try and make Arya act like the lady she was supposed to be. Y/n never cared what Arya didn’t in her presence as long as it made the girl happy. And for Jon Snow, Robb’s bastard brother, the two never spent much time together. He was always keeping himself busy with whatever there was to do.

“What gave you the idea for the fox,” Y/n asked Sansa as they turned a corner, passing a couple of servants.

“Well,” she started, fiddling with the cloth. “Arya doesn’t care much for needlework, but you do. And... well, I thought that you would appreciate having a reminder of your home, your family. They are more important than anything else in life.”

Y/n nodded. Her family had been her life for so long, the day she left them was the worst day of her life. She had to say goodbye to her older brothers and noisy sisters. She missed sitting around the table at their estate, arguing over whatever her brothers brought up. She missed how friendly they were. They were warm and welcoming and everything that Winterfell was not. She missed their laughter and the competitive sword fights that her brothers would get in. She missed being around them. Turning a corner and seeing them there.

Sansa was right, Y/n did appreciate the little fox. It was the symbol of her house. It was the symbol of what her family stood for and no marriage, no union, would change the fact that Y/n was a Y/l/n. No distance, no weather, no man, no king, no nothing could change the fact that she was born a Y/l/n and she would die one as well.

At that moment, she understood why people of the North were wary of those from the rest of Westeros. Everyone held different customs and traditions. In Winterfell, the men of the Stark family executed those that deserved to lose their heads. That was one of there traditions. In Y/n’s family, women were trained alongside the men to maim and kill. They were taught to be more than just pretty objects that men used whenever they pleased. And that was their tradition. Because of that, because of her upbringing, her family’s tradition, people weren’t too fond of house Y/l/n. Many agreed that women should be treated with respect, but few agreed that they should be treated with the same respect as men. So, when Y/n first arrived at Winterfell, she always told people that what they believed of her upbringing was a myth. A lie made up to ruin her family’s reputation. It made it a little easier to adjust. Only a little.

“That’s very thoughtful of you, Sansa. And that little fox-” Y/n pointed to the cloth. “- shows just how talented you are.”

Later that night, everyone was gathered in the dining hall for dinner. Y/n was seated next to Robb, who was talking to Bran about he needed to work on his archery. The poor boy hadn’t been able to catch a break as Arya would always come in a shoot his target before he could. Y/n believed that he was simply nervous. Eyes were always on him, watching his every move. The poor boy only wanted to impress his family, yet there stares prevented him from it.

Robb turned to his wife, tired of fighting with Bran about his stance. “How was your day, darling?”

Y/n took a sip of wine before answering. She wished that he would learn to ask other questions as that was the only one he ever seemed to ask her for the three months they’d known each other. “My day was well. Sansa made it better by showing me the needlepoint that she completed. She’s a very talented girl.”

Sansa blushed, trying not to look up from her food.

“Yes, my sister is very talented with a needle,” he noted, getting a glare from Arya who was not talented or interested in needlepoint. Something that members of her family liked to point out.

Y/n returned to her food when a servant appeared at her side, handing her a folded piece of paper. She took the paper, thanking them before they ran off to fill empty wine glasses. No one seemed to care too much about the paper that was in her hands as everyone seemed to have turned the attention to some lord who was going to be visiting in a few weeks time. Y/n unfolded the note, reading what a was written in a foreign tongue. It was her mother’s first language as her family moved to Westeros when she was only a child. She grew up speaking it and that was often the language that her family used to communicate with as few knew it.

“That son of a bitch,” Y/n muttered under her breath as she stood from the table. The Stark family could only watch as she stormed out of the dining hall, unaware of what she had finished reading.

Walking out into the courtyard, Y/n saw a man leaned up against one of the wooden beams. The sun had set a few hours before, the only light being that of the torches that lined the courtyard. Y/n stood in the archway that lead out to the courtyard, observing the man. He looked nothing like any man in Winterfell with his tan skin and light hair, both weathered from the sun.

“And there is my lovely sister,” the man said, turning from the beam. In two steps her was by her side, trying to wrap her in a hug.

Y/n fought him off, to pissed off with him to want any affection. “What the hell is this?” she asked, waving the note in his face. “You can’t be fucking decent and talk to me in front of them!”

Her brother only laughed, his y/e/c shining under the torch lights. “Is that all you care about?” He walked around her, circling her like prey. “What they think of you? Are you ashamed of where you come from, Y/n? Who your family is?”

Y/n shook her head. Y/b/n was doing what he always did. He found delight in ruffling people’s feathers. In pissing them off, hoping that they would swing at him. He had a way of getting into fights and justifying that it wasn’t his fault. And Y/n hated him for it as she was often his target. “Why are you here?”

He clicked his tongue, stopping in front of her. “You didn’t answer my questions.”

Y/n rolled her eyes. She loved her brothers, all of them, but sometimes they had a way of making her hate them. “You want to know how I feel?” Her brother nodded. “Okay, well these people,” she pointed to the doors, “are who I am forced to live with, dine with, and be around until I die! The rest of my life will be lived here! I care what they think because it affects how I am treated, how I am respected!” As her voice grew louder and she grew angrier, her husband and his father and brother peeked their heads out of one of the doors leading to the courtyard, concerned since she hadn’t returned to her food. “I am not ashamed of my family, Y/b/n! I am not ashamed of where I come from or how I was raised, how we were raised! I am only ashamed of how others look at us, thinking that we are the enemy! How they treat us, thinking they know everything about us when they never care to even share a word with us!”

Her brother sighed, growing impatient with her. “Are you done?”

Y/n wrapped herself in her arms, cursing herself for not bring some layers with her. The wind from earlier had stopped but that hadn’t kept it from being cold out. Y/n had a feeling that the ground would be frozen, covered in a thin layer of frost, in the morning. “Only,” she paused, poking her brother in the shoulder, “if you tell me what the hell this is about.”

Y/b/n shoved his hands in his pockets and muttered to himself about how cold Winterfell was. Neither of them were used to the weather, but at least he didn’t have to live with it for the rest of his life. “The note explains it all,” was all he said.

Setting her jaw, Y/n glared up at him. How her brothers could be so difficult! It wasn’t just one, it was all of them. Y/b/n simply learned it from the others. “No. It. Doesn’t.”

Robb moved where he stood, walking over to be by his wife’s side. He was bundled up in furs, smart enough to grab them before he came out. “What’s going on here?”

Y/n glanced at him, not in the mood to answer his question. Behind him she could see his father and Jon standing outside the door, ready to jump into to the mess if necessary. They wouldn’t have to, Y/n didn’t intend to hurt her brother. Not yet, anyway. When her brother didn’t answer, Y/n did for him. “Fine. Maybe it does. I just don’t know what you bastards think you're going to accomplish with this,” she gestured to the note. “This isn’t going to go over well for anyone and I hope to the fucking gods that you did not come here to ask me to be a part of this.”

“And what if I did?”

Robb looked between the two siblings, confusion written on his face. He wasn’t sure if stepping in would solve the problem as Y/n looked like she was about to murder someone. She was showing him a side of her that he had never witnessed before and he was entirely sure how to handle that.

“You stupid bastards!,” Y/n yelled turning away from her brother. She couldn’t stand one more minute of the cold northern air or the stupid southern man. “This- whatever the fuck you want to call it- this isn’t going to be a war. It’s going to be a massacre. And I don’t want to be involved! I don’t want to watch thousands of people die for no fucking reason!”

Y/b/n rubbed the back of his neck as Robb and he watched her walk across the courtyard towards Eddard and Jon.

In their mother tongue, her brother yelled at her as she grew closer to the men. “It’s always you that has to go and be a fucking bitch! You know that! You seem to forget that we have no choice in this ‘massacre’ as our allies across the damn waters are waging this war!”

Y/n stopped dead in her tracks. Her family always found a way to force her into situations that she didn’t want to be in. Her father made arrangements with Lord Stark to have her marry there oldest child. That left her stuck in a land where she could easily freeze to death. And now this! Yes, it was customary to help one's allies in times of war, but at what cost. This fell onto Y/n’s mother’s family. If they had kept to themselves and learned that greed never got men far, then they would think twice about joining some war. They would think twice before dragging their whole family in it.

“I love it when someone insults me,” she muttered to herself. “That means that I don’t have to be nice anymore. Even if it is family”

Turning on her heel, she looked her brother dead in the eyes. I’m well aware that you have no choice,” she seethed in a language that the men around her could understand. “I’m also well aware that you have the choice to take a different stance on this. Because if you are doing this because that tyrant of a man thinks it’s right than you are not my brother! None of you are!”

Her brother was taken back, opening his mouth to say something but he didn’t know what could match her words. She was right. There were other options that still pleased their allies. But those options often went overlooked. And he had expected her to help, that’s what she always did. Her father raised her to be his right hand. To be able to take care of herself and lead armies.

“And, yes, I am a bitch, but not yours. So, don’t you ever come here and expect anything of me. Don’t expect my help, my respect, or my loyalty. I may have been born a Y/l/n name but I am no longer one. Not here, anyway. Not in the North. Not in Winterfell.” With that she swiftly left the courtyard, moving passed Eddard and Jon.

With the door shut behind her, Robb looked towards his brother-in-law who could do nothing but shake his head. Robb wasn’t sure what was going on, but he knew that he had just seen part of his wife that she never intended him to see.

For Y/n’s brother, he knew that she would change her mind. She always did. When their grandfather came calling for help, the family was forced to do whatever the man pleased as he always told them that they owed him everything. Y/n would remember that and she would come to the family’s aid. She was right in the fact that there was more than one option on the table and that all should be considered. Y/b/n turned from the Stark men and walked out of the courtyard.

[transkirishima]

sorry to bother you but uhh, i'm someone who regularly does bnha headcanons and i take requests, but recently i've gotten one for trans bakugo headcanons. i'm not trans, so i thought i should ask around and find out from a bunch of trans people whether or not to do the request, and things to avoid if i actually do them. you don't have to respond. i'm just trying to be cautious since i'm cis, but i really don't want to do something wrong without realizing it.

im gonna like, try to give the best answer i can with such a vague ask, but if you want more clarifications on things dming a trans boy whos up for it would be best, my mains dms are always open (i cant guarantee how fast ill respond though)

this ended up being longer then i intended cos i just kinda went off on things but, i hope its helpful

trans bakugou is my jam man, there are definitely ways to portray it wrong (such as the ppl who heavily fetishize/sexualize him) but the headcanon itself is fine. like while i definitely side eye cis ppl who jump to him for their trans headcanon (as hes violent and has a history of being a bully), its fine and basically all my other trans buddies love trans bakugou (well, trans boy bakugou, dont even dare do trans girl bakugou for the love of god. since youre asking abt transcanons, while youre here ill just say this: dont hc canon boys as trans girls and dont hc canon girls as trans boys, unless many trans girls or trans boys themselves have rallied around those respected hcs)

cis people making transcanons is fine- it helps in normalizing us, however when it comes to being cis and making trans headcanons, just know that your trans headcanons should not center around the character being constantly ashamed and in agony over things like their dysphoria (not all trans people have physical dysphoria) or their general transness; rather focus on their gender euphoria of how right it feels for them to be trans. it shouldnt all hinge and focus on their body. of course, hcing a character as trans and with dysphoria is fine, but dont make that the center of their trans experience. that seems to be what cis ppl take most from our lives when thats really only a section of it for those of us who have bodily dysphoria. but there are trans boys who dont bind- hell there are those you CANT bind, and if you want to discuss those kinda hcs, actually like dming a trans boy would be best. 

most likely youll say something that makes a trans person uncomfortable or something bad because you dont fully understand us and just learn from those experiences. really the most important thing is listen to trans people if theyre telling you youre doing or saying something transphobic. if a trans person is saying smth you did or said is transphobic, dont take it as an insult, rather a “oh shit, what did i do wrong and what can i do to be a better ally?”

just talking to trans ppl abt these things through dms would be fine, and i bet talking to them you would learn more than you thought. like- one of the ways i project my transness onto specifically bakugou is how he wears primarily black clothes like i do, and thats how i hide my curves. lots of cis people wouldnt even think of that but its just small things like that that can go into a persons or characters transness. our daily way of living and our relationship with gender is varied and complicated. some people know from when they are young they are trans, some people dont figure it out and begin transition until well into adulthood- ive heard of people above 50 coming out and beginning transition. some trans boys love embracing masculinity to the best of their ability, and some still like wearing skirts and dresses. there isnt one true trans experience and all of them deserved to be portrayed with the utmost respect.

but something basically we’re all sick of: the whole “looking into the mirror and seeing ourself with the WRONG BODY!” trope. lots of us dont identify with that for many reasons. some feel a total disconnect to their body, some embrace their body for what it is, some see the beauty in what they can change in it. just DONT do the thing where they look in the mirror and are like “im really a girl :(” cause really like, personally for example, yeah i get discouraged when i see myself but not because i “look like a girl” but because im PERCEIVED by society as a girl. i fully see myself as a dude with who i am and really most elements of my physical transition can be attributed to survival and passing. lots of the things we end up doing are just so we can survive. this trope really just shows how cis people see our experience, its dumbed down and way to simplified to the point where it loses most if not all connection to trans folk themselves.

this has kinda gone into a long tangent and idk where else to go but. yeah. you can make transcanons, thats completely fine. i think the most important question you could ask yourself is why you see certain characters as trans, such as if any stereotypes are effecting your headcanons. making trans headcanons themselves is fine, trans bakugou is fine.

[minthalo]

All of the fanfiction asks!

oh boy okay here we go

1. What was your first fic and could you stand to reread it today?

my first fic was “Do you want to build a Sand Castle With Me?” and I can reread it only because i rewrote it a few months ago and posted over the original 

2. What’s your most recent fic and how far do you think you’ve come?

my most recent fic is “Cobrababy Nate” and I think i’ve improved a lot since the first fics i’ve written... at least i hope i have

3. In your opinion, what’s your best fic?

my favorite fic has to be “Meet me by the lake”

4. In your opinion and without looking at any numbers, what’s your most popular fic?

Probably my first fic “Do you want to build a sand castle with me?”

5. Is there any fic that makes you super happy to reread and remember you wrote that?

Yes!!! my favorite one is “You have a nice voice”

6. Is there any fic that makes you super embarrassed to reread and remember you wrote that?

Y e s and it’s “Ooh Santa Travie”

7. What’s the fic you most want to continue (unfinished or no)?

I have this one Joncer au that i’ve never posted and I’m in Love With but i can’t find the motivation to write anything lately so it’s just sitting in my google drive unfinished staring at me until i complete it

8. What’s the oldest (longest since last update) fic you most want to continue (unfinished or no)?

hmmm I have this one Brencer au that i never posted that i haven’t touched in Forever so probably that one, i really want to finish it

9. Have you ever written for a fandom without watching/reading/playing the source material?

no but i’ve thought about it

10. Have you ever written for a fandom without reading other fanfic for it?

no i usually read a bunch of fics before writing my own

11. Have you ever written a fic for a concept you know someone else has done before? How did it impact your writing process or feelings after posting?

Yeah, i used to take prompts off those big posts full of them, and I know there are a million more popular fics with the same idea. I usually try to let it not bother me too much

12. Have you ever written a fic and decided never to publish it? Why?

Yes, i wasn’t comfortable with people reading that side of my writing. Maybe one day it’ll change

13. What’s the biggest change between your style when you started in fandom and today?

I use proper grammar

14. What’s the biggest change in your taste between when you started in fandom and today?

I look for more short and sweet fics rather than long ones like i used to

15. Have you ever purposefully written one fandom/fic idea over another because you knew it’d be more popular?

Yup, i would write frerard fics because i knew it would get a lot of attention even though i wasnt really into that ship

16. Have you ever stopped writing a fic/for a fandom because it wasn’t receiving enough attention?

yup. I love rywalk but no one reads it so i stopped writing for that pairing

17. In your opinion, what’s your most overrated fic?

“Hot Shirtless Plant Guy” its like the second fic i ever wrote and its not very good. I went back and rewrote it because it was so bad

18. What’s your most underrated fic?

literally any of my rywalk fics. they deserve better

19. If you had to pick one fic/scene/chapter of your work to describe your entire portfolio to a stranger, which would you pick?

Shit i dont know, maybe the scene in “Do you want to build a sand castle with me” where Pete wakes Mikey up and they walk around their neighborhood in the middle of the night. I like that scene

20. Have/Would you ever rewrite a fic? If yes, would you take the original down?

Yes i have. I posted over most of my old fics with revised versions of them because the originals were so bad. I didn’t change much, just fixed the Many spelling and grammar errors 

21. If someone starts kudosing and commenting your fics in a spree and has a few works of their own, would you go look through theirs?

Yes!! if they have an account i always go on it to see their fics and if it is in a fandom i like i’ll try to read them

22. Has there ever been anyone who’s made you freak out because they read your work and followed/favorited/reviewed?

Y E S theres this one fic “Fragile Capricorn” and the author left kudos on my santa travie fic and i freaked out but also cried because thats the worst fic i’ve ever written but thats the one fic they read

23. What’s the nicest review you’ve ever gotten?

literally all my reviews are nice it makes me cry but my favorite was one on “Phone Call” and it was “ THIS. this is the fic that got me into joetrick a while ago. thank u for showing me the light.” it makes me so happy i can convert people to ships i like

24. What’s the meanest review you’ve ever gotten? Do you think the reviewer intended it?

I’ve never gotten a mean review on my fics but i have gotten people sending me anon hate here for them, and yeah i do think that person meant for it to be insulting.

25. What constructive criticism, however well-meaning, always makes you feel bad when you see it in a review?

“Please update faster!!” I know they mean well but writing is hard

26. What aspect of your writing do you most enjoy to see praised?

that I write well at all because I have a million doubts in my head that my fics are shit

27. If you could only ever write crossovers or single-fandom fics ever again, which would you pick?

single fandom fics

28. if you could only ever write for a single crossover or a single fandom again, which would you pick?

probably bandom

29. Does the division of your writing across fandoms line up with your reading? What’s the biggest discrepancy?

I like to think so but alot of these fics are amazing and Im just like,, basic

30. Do you continue to write for a fandom after you’ve moved on or do you focus solely on the new one?

I jump between fandoms for a while before stopping and moving on, its usually a slow change

31. Who’s the one character you’ve just never managed to get perfectly right?

Mikey way tbh

32. Who’s the one character who shines without you even trying?

literally none of them theyre all so hard to write

33. Is there any particular character whose scenes always wind up being longer/more frequent than you expected? Does the quality hold up?

not really

34. Was there any fic that you wrote that really surprised you in the fandom reaction? Was it just by the numbers or did they take it an entirely different way?

Yes my first Joetrick fic is one of my most popular fics and I didn’t expect that at all, I never realized how popular that ship is

35. Have you ever written a ship into a fic without meaning to?

surprisingly no, all my ships are planned out

36. Have you ever sincerely written a ship you do not support into a fic?

Yes. I hate ryden and i put it in my first fic for the sole purpose to break them up in a horrible way

37. Have you ever purposefully bashed a character/ship in a fic?

Yes. I hate ryden and i put them in “Do you want to build a sand castle with me?” only to break them up

38. Have you ever purposefully written something you know your readers would find uncomfortable/would not enjoy? If yes, why?

yes. I write in sad things because i know itll make readers sad

39. Do you consider yourself to have a readership?

My ao3 stats say I have 16 people subscribed to my account but i have a hard time believing that many people like my fics that much

40. Do you feel like you put out enough content?

No. I have major writers block (and also depression) so i never have motivation to write fics even though i really want to, i never feel like i put out enough fics

41. If you cross-post your fics on multiple sites, do you have a favorite? Are there certain fics you would only post on certain site?

I dont cross post but my favorite site is ao3

42. How many views has your most popular fic gotten?

most popular fic is “Do you want to build a sand castle with me?” and it has 1,922 hits on ao3 

43. Your least popular?

Least popular fic is “What could have been” and it has 56 hits on ao3

44. Do you follow/favorite/kudos/comment/review more stories than you have received?

I think so. I kudos every fic i read

45. If you had to call yourself an author of a single genre (besides fanfic) what label would you give yourself?

romance definitely  

46. Do you consider yourself a diverse author?

Not really i write pretty basic stuff

47. If someone you know in real life who isn’t involved in fandoms asked to read your work, would you let them? If yes, what would you recommend they read first?

depends who they are but mostly yes, I would probably give them either “meet me by the lake” or “Do you want to build a sand castle with me?”

48. Does anyone you know from outside of fandom know you write fanfic? Are they involved in the same fandom too?

Yes all my friends know I write fanfiction. It’s not really something I’m ashamed of, and they usually think its less weird after I tell them I dont write porn

49. Has anyone in your life ever read your fanfic just because you wrote it?

Yes!! My friend Veronica reads all my fics because I wrote them!! she barley even know the fandoms I write for

50. Has writing fanfic had a significant impact on your life? Would you say it’s entirely positive?

Yes it has had a big impact on my life, and I say its mostly positive. I’ve met some of my best friends because of writing fanfiction and that means the world to me

You can find all of my fics on ao3 Here!!

[unproduciblesmackdown]

sometimes the wild thing with depression is looking back and trying to figure out when it started and never really being able to draw a line for anything like "this was the earliest age it All Began(tm)," probably because there's not generally such an On-Off Switch type process to it. i know usually circa ten yrs old or later in the teens is usually what people point to but sometimes more of a period of exacerbation rather than origin, and who can say it's not also having the emotional and psychological capabilities and capacities that young children don't that bring a greater sense of perspective and awareness, idk anyways so i'm not sure if i was ever not-depressed or anything....i know i was always uncomfortable outside what was familiar and "shy" and i know that as soon as i was around other kids in a way more socially organized than running around together, namely preschool at 4 yrs old, i was aware of not feeling like i fit in and noticing i couldnt make friends like other people could. ive been good at bs-ing school from the start and happen to pick up things very quickly so even though i probably had the same habits as kids with the worst grades and had no particular ambitions re: academia (beyond avoiding parental wrath and later maintaining the identity that kinda protected me a bit in school) since i got really good grades and was quiet and pretty much just read in a corner when left to myself from kindergarten through middle school, i was probably considered a usually ideal student. i remember a couple of people who i felt i was genuinely friends with, a kid named michael who i think went to a different school after a couple of grades, and a kid named jacqueline in 2nd grade who was like me so quiet in retrospect i'm not sure if she knew much english but we played legos together and stuff but then we got in trouble for not paying attention during not even a lesson but i had to move seats b/c arbitrary Making An Example and since we were both so quiet we just didnt interact much anymore to avoid further attention. i made other friends technically but generally it took a long time to be comfortable with them and we were never close and in the meantime i dont think i ever much liked school. i remember one random sunday evening just getting upset about not wanting to go back the next day just because it was boring and meantime at home of course it sucked but i didnt quite realize it til i was older and it helped of course being young enough to be able to go outside for hours and be perfectly entertained playing in the dirt and trees and stuff. i read a lot at home too i remember having pretty skeptical thoughts about Life from earlyish on but, besides spending a crap ton of time just in my own head (reading, playing in dirt) i think i had ideas that life and the world was pretty amazing. like earlier on of course it was like "is magic real??" but then later its just stuff like reading in books about how kids had good friends and families and got to pursue their interests and do things and work out drama and have nice endings with a lot of hope for the future. for all i could tell the only thing keeping that from being my life was that i wasnt old enough, or probably i hoped that it was just a matter of time. it was less like i was extrapolating from my own limited observations of the worse aspects of life that life must be great and more like i was already noticing that my world was lacking and just hoping that it would grow out of it; not to mention being given the hint that stuff like abuse was my own fault and shortcomings i started getting more aware of being fed up with things / that they weren't inherently going to change around like late elementary school / middle school but it would take another year or two to really get the extent of it, and in the meantime by 14 or 15 at the latest i was consciously suicidal so like, moving fast there. i probably by that point had already caught on to the fact that my world had just been kind of shitty and that it wasnt going to change or seem better after a certain amount of time like i'd thought it would. and then add also having a better understanding of the rest of the world just by being older and getting more experience and realizing that its a lot more chaotic than initially taught to you and that being depressed and having developed few interests and zero ambitions and having antagonistic parents and very few friends doesnt do much to give you as much a cushion from that chaos as it could tangent: honestly i like programs that teach instructors how to recognize things that look like Behavior Issues as maybe more being signs of external issues. i wasnt the best at paying attention and i was often quiet in school whether in class or not and it mightve been a problem if i didnt get good grades but since i did i could just be in the background. i don't particularly resent this or anything because i know how teaching is and i myself didnt really understand i had serious problems at home until much later, but in retrospect i think i always had signs. i remember one particular incident when i was about 8 really shouldve been a bit of a warning sign. i know nobody can really do anything even if they know things are bad but considering i had to learn what abuse looked like by myself and i didnt feel supported by any adult and even when i knew what was going on when i was much older i still just didnt tell anyone in any position of authority because i had learned i had to protect myself by keeping personal things totally confidential and that if i exhibited any signs of struggling i would be blamed and chastised for it. wouldve been nice to at least be informed what was going on at an earlier time and maybe given some sense of confidence or at least a sense it wasn't completely my fault. turns out what gave me any ounce of confidence at all was being like 19 and being so blamed and maligned that it backfired and i started feeling like if i was as awful as i was made out to be then surely i didnt need to feel ashamed and responsible for everything that was being done to me. if i already deserved to be dead then what more could i bring on myself by daring to be so terrible as to feel i shouldnt be treated like i was! checkmate atheists anyhow, i feel like my Good Concepts About The World kind of evolved from "later on everyone has adventures" to "later on everyone goes to middle school / high school and makes friends and bonds with their family and follows their dreams" to something just more vaguely escapist with abstracted ideas about simply feeling comfortable and nice, with maybe general imagery, usually like summer sunsets or just some nice stars or something. i thought about it once and it made a lot of sense, thinking about stuff in terms of the concept of feeling ok and good things existing in the world and being able to sense it despite it also being at a distance or otherwise removed like dont get me wrong just because i wanna be dead i dont have some kind of notion that everyone else's experience of life is the same as mine i.e. that life and/or the world is inherently shit, i know its no more objectively bad than it is objectively good. i still like to think about the good side of all of it. i think its a total mistake to have the idea that if someone is suicidal or even just depressed that it necessarily has anything to do with what they think of the philosophy of the concept of Life, its more personal and immediate than that. honestly i hate all the advice about how you need to write a poem for your suicidal friend to teach them the magic of life or do some otherwise melodramatic bad y.a. novel shit that'll give them a New Perspective on the wonders of life literally overnight. not only is it always disgustingly patronizing and often counterproductively Tough Love-esque but also totally like unrelated to the root of the problem of "what if i'm worried about a friend making a suicide attempt." if you're personally wanting to do something i s2g literally just provide a distraction. talk about random shit or play online scrabble or go over and make midnight snacks, not like set a flower on fire while dropping a porcelain teapot on the floor and lecturing them about how this Doesnt Solve Any Problems or is a permanent solution to a temporary problem like no. just be a distraction jfc and dont insult anyone by generalizing their experience and guessing at what's probably an extremely complex and personal matter and turning it into empty clichés anyways: this was the longest way to get to the idea that isnt it wild when, like how you can Hear a sound in your head and despite recreating it decently its different from actually hearing it externally, you can sometimes remember what it was like to feel nice about the concept of life? i cant really summon earlier things but sometimes i can remember flashes of having those later sad-person-in-their-own-head moments of thinking of distant abstract concepts like seeing the sky as a medium for connection to the infinite experiences of humanity, and i can get like the equivalent of a visual image of a recreated feeling from back when i still had a few lingering overly-optimistic notions that things would be good soon. don't get me wrong, again im still aware of the good things in life and i still have good experiences and still feel good feelings. but i dont harbor expectations that the course of life must and will average itself out or lean towards improvement for any reason, like knowing that good things happening to you out of the blue is the same as how terrible things can happen for exactly the same reason—namely no reason at all. so i just dont have the same feelings i used to about my own personal life, and i dont feel the things i used to when i hoped it still could be Only A Matter Of Time. so its wild when for some reason i mentally stumble on the memory of having those feelings and theyre still recent enough that i get a moment of recreating the feeling like i do when i can picture something in my head, and its totally different and dissonant than what's currently true for me. it wasn't a more accurate perspective to think that life being bad meant it had to improve, but its obviously a nicer feeling. and it sounds like overused to the point of meaningless comparison but its like getting your head above water for a second in terms of the momentary contrast of sensation tldr its wild when you depressioning 24/7 and dead inside and have an instant of remembering What It Was Like To Feel Things

[drearytweddiafawnx]

............ What ever might be our background, whatever we are now we are always connected and related. We learning eceryday and whatever change our education system makes it will effect us some how, we all are educating us sonehow every moment we are.

2we all have our negetive sides our dark truths. By exlressing our negetivity we can radient positivity and positive thoights, we should not be ashamed or guilty . Mistakes are made by humans and its ok.

If i am raped, its not my fault or the rapists, its the fault of the society. Every day i feel like i was raped . Is it a fault of my body organ? Or my fault is i am a girl

And the rapists fault is that person didnt got those chances what he deserved

That good food, quality education, that family who teaches morality.only thing he got is the hunger of his body, his hungry of food and hungry of happiness. He can earn happiness by doing crime, because to him its not crime anymore,maybe it was never.

This society is us, you, i, me, made rapists because we are a part of this society and we unable to feed the poor, we unable to teach humans, we unable to build open minds, we like to judge, we like to taunt, we like to showoff that we want justice, but we never did justice with us

Lets think of crime and lost in a new way.

If my body is used by someone. Did lose my respect? Or we should work hand in hand to show more respect and help both of them. Think about the reasons why why it happen

And do something thinking about the future.

Some days i use to feel why we have slang languages, why we use them to show anger? To insult anyone? But we shoukd,respect everyone. But i know if its still in us, living with us, it surely has a reason. The one reason i found is to insult criminals and rapists. Actually criminals in your eyes.

3cutechibicookies, bento boxes, fairy packages icecream.

4 dont attract trolls, criss lubbe words, share those, with others.

Change is not going to hapoen with hashtags, we have to go out and do some thing

Not voice those strong words of honesty and a hope of change. Change yourself first.

3My body is just a place where im living, so why this change we this inequality. Shape , size,age, color,gender? When 12 year old wants to read a book neant for 25 year olds, whats wrong with that let them be, that kids mental afge can be as equal as 25, more than that we can not distry anyones fun or curiosity. Same goes with a 16 year old reading a 6 year olds book. Who cares, doesnit matter, you do you

But peaople like to judge abd comment and taunt. They like setting rules and boundries .

Yap om 70 kg im fat, im not beautiful , is beauty only about body? Why do we have an idol figured settled in oir mind to judge beauty, prettiness.

My color is black so i cant shine? I dont have a college degree so im not educatrd.

But i can see that boy graduating from an University but he doesnt know how to resoect others, is he educated?

Why do we set boundries and limitations? Why? Why?

Oh wow a black person did aonething cool, can black people do that to!!! But when a white oerson does its nornal.

When boy rides a bycycle its ok, when a girl those rhar oh my god how could she...

Its sonething like we are making our boundries and for crossing them we praising them to clarify we are taunting them. On 16 age she made an app, and im 23 but i didnt do sonething "cool" like her.

Yes,we compare and then set who succeded and who didnt.

We have oir own defination of success

Because we have our own rules of hardership. We made those stuffs hard for them and we have stopped them from doing it. And when sone one does sone praise, some taunts. Its confusing to those oersons too

What do we realky of eqaulty is this realky equal?? .

Its been in our workd for long peroid of tine and now it needs a change.

Respect everyone, the,rapist, prostitute, 3rd gender, everyone respect and spread love.