#i hate making these

[mach9000]

18. amab. pro-ship, pro-fic. if it’s not real, i don’t care.

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“this ship/fic can be used to groom minors!” - people have used minecraft to groom minors. there’s no fail-safe way to avoid minor abuse online beyond educating them and spreading awareness. and i promise you, no child has ever been pushed into, say, marrying an old man, because of sebastciel shippers online.

“this ship/fic has incest!” - this sounds controversial but the ONLY two things that make incest wrong in real life is 1) if a straight couple procreates and inflicts deformation on their child (which is bad obviously) and 2) if there is a power-dynamic inherent within the relationship (father/daughter, mother/son - again, obviously bad) but, considering most incest ships are between two siblings (no inherent power dynamic) and are often gay or between minor characters (no procreation) - both limitations are defied. the only reason an anti would think incest was gross in the case of, say, a gay pairing between two brothers, is because of social and cultural taboo — not morals.

“you ship incest? so you would date your brother/sister?” - i have no siblings in real life. however, i know there’s a biological blocker that stops most people from being attracted to their siblings, so no, i probably wouldn’t be. i don’t really condone incest in real life but again, if theoretically, if i had a brother the same age as me and we were both gay - there would be nothing morally wrong with it, no matter how “gross”. however, reality and fiction shouldn’t be hand in hand ever, and a pro-shipper has siblings, they are unlikely to be incestuous - they probably understand the difference between fiction and reality.

“you’re okay with p*doph*lia in fiction? so you’re a p*do?” - no. is vladimir nabokov a p*do for writing lolita?

“vladimir nabokov was writing about how p*doph*ilia was bad!” - 1) if lolita was written today, anti-shippers would call him a p*do. they’ve shown time and time again that context and media comprehension doesn’t matter to them. 2) are the john wick writers condoning murder because they make a guy look cool while doing it? no. it’s fiction.

“i’m a victim of csa/abuse and pro-shippers make me uncomfortable” - that’s fair. don’t interact with your triggers and feel free to block me. why make yourself feel uncomfortable for strangers on the internet?

“this fictional relationship is toxic/abusive” - that’s what makes it interesting to dissect. if you want to read about happy characters who are eternally vanilla, flower crown wearing, golden retriever owning hufflepuffs or whatever - read a coffee shop au.

*99% of anti-shipper logic is the same sentiment that leads to book banning and book burning. you can be uncomfortable with a ship or piece of fiction without pretending the creator of said fiction is an evil demon who needs to be eradicated. grow up, or don’t. i don’t care. just don’t harass people over ships between 2d anime boys who aren’t real for the sake of policing.

[ef-1]

For those not tapped into Australian politics, King Charles is in Australia to conduct his "historic first tour to the commonwealth realm" i.e visting countries that King Charles is supposedly a monarch to.

Indigenous senator Lidia Thorpe had requested an audience with King Charles for weeks prior to this visit, she wrote countless letters to speak to him. Unlike other commonwealth nations and other former Brisitish colonies, a treaty with Indigenous peoples in Australia was never formed. Their land was never ceded to the British Crown. After being denied and ignored, Lidia Thorpe, draped in a traditional possum skin cloak, stormed in the Great Hall during the reception for Charles at Parliament House in the capital shouting the following:

I literally can't even look at these photos without getting goosebumps.

[squidflavoredsoup]

mama n her babies

[bardofavon]

not to be controversial bc I know this is like…not in line with shifting opinions on fanfic comment culture but if there’s a glaring typo in my work I will NOT be offended by pointing it out. if ao3 fucks up the formatting…I will also not be offended by having this pointed out…

‘looking forward to the next update’ and ‘I hope you update soon!’ are different vibes than a demand, and should be read in good faith because a reader is finding their way to tell you how much they love it. I will not be mad at this.

‘I don’t usually like this ship but this fic made me feel something’ is also incredibly high praise. I’m not going to get mad at this.

even ‘I love this fic but I’m curious about why you made [x] choice’ is just another way a reader is engaging in and putting thought into your work.

I just feel like a lot of authors take any comment that’s not perfectly articulated glowing praise in the exact manner they’re hoping to receive it in bad faith.

fic engagement has been dropping across the board over the last several years, and yes it’s frustrating but it isn’t as though I can’t see how it happens. comment anxiety can be a real thing. the last thing anyone wants to do is offend an author they love, and that means sometimes people default to silence.

idk where I’m going with this I guess aside from saying unless a comment is outright attacking me I’m never going to get mad at it, and I think a lot of authors should feel the same way. ESPECIALLY TYPOS PLZ GOD POINT OUT MY TYPOS.

[haedyllic]

stay your pretty eyes on course

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[jm-chrome]

Their little Christmas Cupid 🎄💘

[notrobinsomethingworse]

Dick (Nightwing) and Jason (Robin) stare at Bruce. One sports pleading eyes, the other a shit eating grin. There’s a child between them with black hair and blue eyes.

Bruce, he doesn’t know what’s happening but he doesn’t like it: No.

Dick, grinning: He’s our younger brother now.

Jason, nodding seriously: You’re not gonna take him from us.

Tim, got kidnapped while taking photos of patrol, just happy to be there: Where’s the Batcave?

Bruce: what.

Dick, grinning wider: He’s ours now.

[dreamingteen]

[cloudyydraws]

UY! PHILIPPINES!!!! PHILIPPINES!!!!

[wojtekaneko]

well that was awkward

[stompandhollar]

like. imagine seeing your sibling at 18. and then not seeing them again until you’re 28. and then not seeing them again until you’re both 58. but you’re identical twins so every time you look in the mirror you wonder if this is what they would’ve looked like.

imagine never needing glasses but your brother did, and then in your adulthood your eyes get worse and you suddenly need glasses and you pick out the same frames your brother wore.

imagine always protecting your brother growing up cause he was different and kids picked on him. but you always protected him. and then you have a falling out and neither of you speak for years, and then finding out that in those years you didn’t speak, he was being isolated and tortured by a monster and didn’t think you’d come if he called. but then he calls and you go. and his house has blood on the floor in every room and writing on the walls and his journal devolves into paranoid ramblings. and you can’t protect him because you showed up and he got ripped away. and you can’t even ask him what the writing or the blood or the state of the house means because he’s gone. and you don’t have a penny to your name so you have to clean the blood up yourself and fix the house and live there. so you board up his room.

[southpauz]

DO YOU BLEED?

[itsscaredycat]

“in all timelines, in all possibilities, only you”

[puppppppppy]

abogagos……..

[flabebabe]

The problem with pokemon is that if you've been playing it your whole life, you end up liking pretty much all of them eventually. Like I know exeggcute is just some eggs but. I've been seeing them since '98, on cute cards, in tv shows, and movies and games. Some eggs just living their best life. Some eggs are my friend.