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Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader Chapter 180

warnings: nsfw, dual pov hmh masterlist

“That is just the weirdest thing.”

I look over my shoulder as Y/N walks into the kitchen, “What is, baby?”

“My car,” she says, and I watch as she drops her bag onto the counter, then she moves to get herself something to drink. “Yesterday it dinged for the first time in like…ever, and I saw that I needed gas. I knew I’d be driving around today, so I made a mental note to fill it up this morning. I’ve been driving around all day feeling like I had to do something and just realized when I pulled into the garage, I never went to get gas.”

She stares at me like it is the most mind-blowing thing ever. I nod for her to keep going.

“But here’s the weirdest part about this whole thing,” she says, leaning her hip against the counter, “The tank is always full. I was down to my last 50 miles yesterday when it dinged, but today it was almost full. I didn’t stop to fill it up though. I drove over 50 miles today. I should be stranded on the side of the road calling you for help right now.”

“Hm, that is strange.”

She takes a sip of water and looks around, “Do I have a secret admirer who comes to fill my tank up? Because the more I think about it, the more I realize I have never filled up the tank since I’ve had that car. Surely it’s not running on the same tank of gas from when we bought it three years ago.”

She is so damn cute, and so damn confused. I love her. I love her so much.

“Yeah, it’s weird,” I say as I shrug, then I turn back to the newspaper and hope she doesn’t see the look on my face.

“What was that?” she asks, and I close my eyes. Fuck, she’s good. “What was that face, Wick?”

I put the newspaper up in front of me when she sits down across from me at the table. I see her perfectly manicured nails over the top of the newspaper, and she pulls it down and smiles at me. I shake my head and put the newspaper back up.

“Jonathan Charles Wick!”

“That’s my name.” I say, and she pushes the paper back down. I smile as I look at her, “I don’t know what you want.”

She raises her brow, “Tell me the truth.”

“What truth?”

“The truth about my car!”

I start to laugh, “You must have a secret admirer, like you said. And why wouldn’t you? You’re the sweetest.”

“John, I’m not an idiot.” she says, and I take a deep breath and hold her gaze.

“Fine,” I set the paper on the table and look at her, “When we first started dating, you mentioned that you hated filling up the tank. You said you hated going in the winter and having to stand outside to get it filled, so…I've been filling up your tank every week, and I have for three years now. You’ve only just now realized.”

I expect her to be happy, but instead she frowns and gets teary-eyed. Her chin wobbles a little as she sits back in her chair looking at me.

“You’ve been doing it for three years?”

“Just about. Since we got the car.” I say, then I furrow my brow, “Why are you crying?”

Y/N wipes her cheeks and turns around so I can’t see her, but I see her shoulders shake as she cries.

“Peach?” I get up and kneel down next to her, “What’s going on?”

“You’ve been doing this really nice thing for me for three years, and I only just now realized.” she says with her face in her hands, “I’m such a bad wife.”

I reach up to rub her back, “I didn’t want you to know. I wanted it to be a little secret. I wanted to do something nice for you.”

“You do so many nice things for me, Jonathan. You always make sure that we have my favorite snacks when I’m on my period. You know exactly what I’m in the mood to watch at night. You always know when I just want some alone time, or when I want to just cling to you, and you allow me to do it. You have my favorite food delivered when I’m at work and you’re at home. You just get me. You know when I want to hold hands when we’re going for our nightly walks, and now I find out that you fill my fucking gas tank up and have for three years so I don’t have to.” she looks at me with tears on her face, “And what do I do for you? Nothing.”

“Don’t start that.” I warn, and she starts to cry even harder. “You’re a good wife. I don’t know why you question that. You’re a good wife, Y/N.”

Y/N looks at me and frowns, “I didn’t realize you were doing such a nice thing for me.”

“I wasn’t doing it so that you would notice. If I wanted the recognition, I would have announced that I was doing it, but I didn’t want that. I wanted to do it so it would be one less thing you have to do. I wanted to do it because I love you.” I say, and she sniffles. “That’s what we do as husband and wife. And before you say you don’t do things for me, yes, you do.”

“Name three things.”

I laugh as I nod, “You always make sure the coffee is ready in the morning--”

“There’s a timer for that.”

“But you still have to put the coffee into it.” I say, and she playfully rolls her eyes. “And you always pick my favorite mug and have it ready for me if I’m running a little behind, and even when I’m not, it’s still there on the table waiting for me. You know how much I hate to do the payroll at work, and you always step in to help me. When I’m working downstairs, you come down there and bring me a good lunch because you know I won’t leave my work to get food myself.”

She nods as she wipes the tears from her cheeks, “You just get so absorbed in your work, and I don’t want you to be hungry.”

“Lately, when my…night terrors have been acting up, you’re there to make sure I know I’m okay, which means more than anything in this world to me.” I say, and she looks down at my hand on her knee, “You settle me and make sure I know how safe I am and that you won’t leave my side. The best thing that you do for me though, is just being good for me. You are so good for me in so many ways. You keep me on my toes, you keep me laughing, and you keep me happy.”

Y/N looks at me with the softest eyes, “You don’t think I’m a bad wife?”

“I think you’re the best wife in this world,” I say, and she laughs before turning to face me. “I’m probably biased, but I’m pretty sure I have the best wife on this planet.”

“Oh, you’re absolutely biased.”

I shrug, “Oh well. No one has the guts to tell me I’m wrong.”

“I think I have the best husband on this planet too.” she cups my face and looks into my eyes, “I’m sorry I didn’t notice.”

“I didn’t want you to notice,” I whisper, and she chuckles. I lean up and kiss her softly, “I love you, mouse. More than anything in this world.”

Y/N smiles softly, rubbing her thumb against my cheek, “I love you too, John.”

“And you do have a secret admirer, I’m just not very secretive about it.” I say, and she laughs, “I’m an admirer who is very vocal about how much I love you and admire you.”

I get up and reach for her hands to pull her up for a hug. She wraps her arms around my waist and leans her head against my chest. We stand there for a few quiet moments. Ronan isn’t here, so the house is extra quiet today.

“So,” she leans back and looks at me, “When were you filling up my car?”

“Anytime I took it.” I say, and she laughs, “Sometimes I’d just sneak out before you were even up so that I could fill it, especially in the winter.”

She shakes her head, “That is so sweet, John.”

“I’ll stop if you want me to, but I don’t want to. I want to do this for you, so let me.”

“As long as it doesn’t bother you, then yeah, keep doing it. I just don’t want you to feel like I’m making you do it.”

I laugh, “I definitely don’t. I’ve been doing it for three years without you even knowing about it.”

Y/N places her hand on the back of my neck and reaches up to kiss me, “I love you. You’re a very sweet man.”

“I love you too,” I kiss her again, then I let go of her.

She shakes her head, exhaling, “I don’t deserve you.”

“Yes, you do.” I say, then I raise my brow, “Don’t ever let me catch you saying that again, and I’m dead serious.”

“Yes, sir.” she laughs, leaning up to kiss me.

I give her another look of warning and only smile when she laughs. “How was Ro when you dropped her off?”

Y/N scoffs, “Thrilled.”

Ronan is having a playdate today with some kids from her swim lessons. She was so excited about it when she left this morning, and I was happy to see her so thrilled about spending some time with some other kids. The plan is to take them to this farm that is almost 30 minutes away. They have all kinds of animals there; she’ll be so happy. Y/N and I were worried about her going without us at first, but Amanda is going to be there since she’s friends with one of the moms. Amanda promised that she would keep an extra close eye on Ronan, and knowing Ronan, she’ll stick close to Aunt Amanda anyway.

“Are you regretting not going?”

“No,” she looks at me and shakes her head, “I mean, she’s still so little that, yes, I’m worried about her, but I trust Amanda. I know she’ll take care of her.”

I nod, “Yeah, I’m sure she’s probably texted you already.”

Y/N reaches for her phone and smiles, then she turns it to me. It’s a picture of Ronan sitting in Amanda’s lap. I laugh, then I walk over to stand next to my wife.

“So,” I smile at her when she immediately squints her eyes, “What are our plans for today?”

“The same plans we made last night,” she says, and I nod. “And maybe a few other things.”

I lean back against the counter and cross my ankles, “I’m cool to do whatever. Just wanna…spend time with you.”

“You’re so cute,” she leans against me and looks up at me, “We can spend all day together. Amanda is dropping Ro off around 5, so she’ll be back for dinner.”

“So, I have you to myself for…” I look at my watch and smile, “Six hours.”

She nods, “Yup.”

“So, you ready?”

Y/N smirks as she backs away from me, “Ready whenever you are.”

__

“Are you sure you’re ready?”

“Been ready every time you've asked me that for the last hour.” Y/N is standing across the padded mat from me as she nods, “Yes, Wick.”

“I’ll be gentle,” I say, and she rolls her pretty eyes. “Don’t roll your eyes.”

She dramatically rolls them, and I immediately take off after her. I go for her legs, but she’s quick, much quicker than I expected. She dodges me and immediately crawls onto my back, wrapping her arms around my neck and bringing me to my knees.

“What…the hell?” I ask from where I’m lying on the mat before rolling onto my back.

“I’m quick!” she says, dancing in place, “You taught me that. You said I need to use it to my advantage, so I am!”

I sit up on my elbows, “You’ll always be smaller, which…unfortunately means weaker--”

“Even that’s not always true, because look at these…” she lifts her arms up and flexes, showing off her muscles, and I wiggle my eyebrows at her; she looks hot. “But yeah, I’ll always be weaker than a man. Physically, but definitely not mentally.”

I sit up and look at her, “You know I think you’re strong, peach.”

“No, I know, and I totally get what you’re saying. Yes, I’ll always be smaller than a man, which means weaker. No argument there.”

“So, you have to find whatever advantage there is and take it. Always take it. Always play dirty if you have to.” I say, and she smiles. “Go for the balls, go for the eyes, go for the throat. Whatever you have to do to get the upper hand. Whatever you have to do to win. To survive.”

Y/N laughs, looking at me, “I got it, Mr. Wick. Question.”

“Answer,”  I nod.

Y/N walks around as I watch her, “Will you ever teach me guns?”

“No,” I say, simply and directly. I shake my head when she looks at me, “I want you to be able to handle yourself without relying on them. I can.”

“Yeah, but come on…” she gestures to me, and I raise my brows,  “You’re John Wick!”

I close my eyes as I laugh, then I look at her, “So you want to learn them?”

“No, but I mean, why won’t you teach me?”

“Because they’re dangerous,” I say, holding her gaze, “And I don’t want you around them.”

She nods, “Yeah, I get that. I don’t want to learn about guns anyway.”

“Then why did you ask?” I laugh, then I furrow my brow, “Were you asking because you thought I didn’t think you could handle them?”

“Maybe,” she shrugs bashfully, “Because if you didn’t--”

I laugh, “You’d want to learn, yes, I know you well enough to know that.”

“Tell me I can’t do something, and I’ll prove you wrong.”

“I know you, Mrs. Wick. And I know you’d be able to handle them. If you truly wanted to learn, we could do some training.”

She inhales deeply as she looks at me, “I really don’t want to learn.”

“Good.”

I lay back down and look at the ceiling. It’s too cold to do any training outside, so we moved the couch in the basement and placed the mat down there. Y/N comes over and stands over me, placing her feet on either side of me before she lowers herself down and straddles my waist. My hands automatically go up to rest on her waist. As I sit up, she plops to the ground, but we’re still connected at the waist.

“Are you getting tired?”

“Little bit,” she nods, and I lean forward to kiss her. “And I’m hungry.”

I chuckle as I reach up to tuck her hair behind her ear, “Thanks for indulging me with this.”

“Of course, babe.”

We’ve been down here for nearly two hours now, going over self-defense. Before she was ever pregnant, I wanted to teach her. I taught her some, but not long after, she got pregnant, so we stopped. We kept putting it off since I always told her that she didn’t need to worry too much about it--I’d always be there to protect her--but after everything happened with Peter stalking us, I felt better knowing she would be able to handle herself if it came to it. I still plan to be with her and be there to protect her, but unfortunately I can’t always be with her. I wish I could be, but I can’t.

We’ve been practicing again for the past few weeks, and she’s picking it up really quickly, just like she did last time. She’s also kicking my ass, just like she did last time. I’m always so proud and in awe that I can’t even be upset that I’m moving a little slower than before. I actually don’t think I am moving slower, I think she’s just fucking quick, which I tell her to use to her advantage.

Y/N moves closer to me and shifts until she’s back in my lap again, “Should we take a shower and get something to eat?”

“Shower…together?”

She laughs, “Sure, but no funny business.”

“Ugh, it’s always ‘no funny business’ with you,” I tease, and she pushes me down until I’m lying on my back. “When can we have some funny business?”

“Tonight,” she leans down and kisses me, “I promise.”

I hug her close to my chest and kiss her, then I move my hand down to her ass and gently pat it, “Alright. I’ll take you out to lunch since you kicked my ass today.”

Y/N laughs as she gets up and reaches for my hands, “I think I’ve kicked your ass every time.”

“Good,” I stand up and hold her gaze, “I want you to be able to do that.”

“I think I’ll be able to kick anyone's ass if they mess with me,” she says, and I smile at that, “But hopefully I’ll still have you by my side, then we can kick ass together.”

I wrap my arm around her waist, “That’s the plan, peach.”

__

**

“You are so unbelievable,” John says, and you smile at him. “You’re unreal.”

“I am believable and real,” you say, sticking up one finger, then you grimace, “God, that was…not hot at all. A little dorky, really.”

John laughs as he stares at you like a deer caught in the headlights, “You could be a total dork, and I would still think you’re the sexiest woman on this earth. In fact, you are a total dork and I still think that.”

“It’s the sheer bra and underwear.” you say, gesturing to yourself.

“Yeah, those are good too,” he says, then he smiles, “But I had this reaction to you this morning when you were wearing one of my shirts and a pair of oversized sweatpants.”

You start to smile as you place your hands on your hips, then you take a step closer, “That’s true.”

John licks his lips as he looks down at your chest, “God, I can see right through this bra. I can see that piericing.”

“Yeah?” you look down at the piercing in your nipple, then you look at John, “Would you like to do something about it?”

“Yes, I want to suck on it.” he nods, reaching out to touch you. You immediately back away and cock up your brow, and John pouts--fully pouts with his whole body. “Please.”

You take John’s hands and place one on your waist before moving it lower to your ass, then you take his other and place it on your breast. He smiles as he looks at you, then he leans down to kiss you.

You feel the warmth of John's touch as he caresses your body, sending a shiver down your spine. The kisses between you two deepen as he moves his hands over your curves with a gentle yet firm grip. His eyes meet yours, filled with arousal and desire, igniting your body.

“Fuck, your mouth is amazing,” he says in between wet and passionate kisses, “Fuck, I love it.”

“You should see what else I can do with it.”

John leans back, smirking, “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah, I can yap for hours!” you say, and he lets out a deep laugh as you push him down on the bed. You kiss down his clothed stomach, then you lift his shirt and nip at the exposed skin. “But I can do some other really great things.”

“Why don’t you show me?”

You sit up and help him get his pants off, then you toss them to the floor. When you look back at him, he’s already taken his boxers off and is tossing them aside. He’s a little bit eager tonight, which you don’t mind. You stroke him in your hand as you smile at him, then you lean down and kiss him before moving lower. Your hair falls around his hips as you take him into your mouth, and John carefully gathers it all up in his fist and tilts his head up to watch you.

“Shit,” he whispers, tilting his head back and groaning. He bucks his hips impatiently, so you place your hand on his stomach to tell him to control himself. He lets out a small laugh, “I’m trying…”

You take him deeper and gag a little, then you lean up and stroke him, “Patience, Wick.”

“I’m trying.”

“Hmm,” you smirk, then you lean down to take him into your mouth again, and he groans loudly when his cock hits the back of your throat. Gasping, you sit up and smile at him, then you wipe the spit off your chin and crawl up to straddle his waist, “You want more?”

“I want whatever you want to do.”

You playfully roll your eyes, “Jonathan.”

“What?”

“What do you want?”

John leans up and cups the back of your neck, then he pulls you closer, “You.”

“Good answer,” you say, laughing against his lips, “But I need to know what you want me to do next.”

“I think…” he sits up, still holding tight to you, “We need to get my teammate.”

You gasp as you crawl off of him and dig through the drawer in your nightstand, then you hold up the vibrator and smile. John laughs as he takes it from you, then he moves to sit back against the headboard. He beckons you over and pats the mattress between his legs, and you sit up on your knees to take off your underwear, then you move to sit between his legs with your back against his chest.

John clicks on the vibrator to the lowest setting and trails it down your thigh to between your legs, and you buck your hips a little.

“Patience, Mrs. Wick,” he whispers in your ear, “Patience.”

“Yeah, I’m trying…” you say, repeating his words from moments earlier.

John kisses your neck as he moves the vibrator lower, and he lets out a small laugh when your body immediately responds to the pulsing between your legs. You squeeze your legs shut and moan, but John uses his other hand and spreads your legs apart again. He slowly rotates the vibrator around your clit as he sucks on your neck, and you close your eyes and moan loudly.

“Where do you want my other hand?” he asks, and you reach for his right hand and move it lower between your legs. He slides his finger in deep, and with the combined pressure and vibration from the toy, you immediately squeeze your legs shut as you roll your hips. “That’s my girl. Yeah, does that feel good? You’re so wet for me.”

You grip John’s arm with your hands and tilt your head back so you can kiss him, and you feel your body tensing up as you climax. You let out a string of moans as John slides his fingers in and out of your pussy, and you open your eyes to look at him as he watches you intently.

Every nerve in your body is taut. Your knees are clamping shut, but John spreads your legs open, clicks the vibrator to a higher setting, and rubs circles on your clit.

“Fuck!” you grip his arm tight and moan, rolling your hips and riding out the orgasm as John gazes down at you. You push yourself up and motion for John to lay down, then you crawl onto him and hold tight to his hands as you slide down the length of his cock, letting out a moan when he fits inside so perfectly.

John groans as he holds tight to your waist, then he thrusts his hips under you as the two of you moan. He won’t last long at all, so you let him do whatever he wants. Plus, you don’t have much time. It’s already almost 4:30. He reaches up to touch your breast, and you pull your bra from over your nipple and smile when he immediately leans up to suck on it. You roll your hips as you cling to him, and his arms wrap around you even tighter, his groans echoing against your chest.

“Oh, shit…” John moans, and you lean down to kiss him, “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come…”

Keeping a tight grip on you, John lays back down and jerks his hips hard several times as he fills you up with a loud groan, and you pant as you look at him. You stay on top of him even after he’s stopped moving, and you smile when he opens his eyes, then you lean down and kiss him several times. He playfully spanks you before you both look down to watch his cock fall from between your legs. You wink at him when he laughs quietly.

“Come here,” he whispers, gesturing for you to lay with him. Holding up the little black vibrator, he laughs, “This is…”

“Our best purchase.” you say, and he laughs.

John nods, “It’s definitely a nice little teammate.”

“I think so too,” you say, leaning up to kiss him.

John leans over until he’s hovering above you again, and you hear the click and hum of the vibrator. He moves it back between your legs and starts to laugh when your body jolts; you’re still sensitive. He slowly moves it over your clit until you’re moaning softly into his mouth as you come. It was a small and subtle orgasm, but it was good.

“God, I love this thing,” John laughs, looking at it glistening with wetness from between your legs. He clicks it off and smiles, “I think I need to carry you to the bathroom for a shower.”

“I am spent, Mr. Wick.” you say, looking up at him, “My legs are jello.”

John smiles proudly as he leans down to kiss you, “Let’s get showered. Ro will be home soon.”

You playfully groan as John lifts you up and carries you in his arms, then you look at him, “I’m surprised you can still do this.”

“Excuse you…” he says, and you start to laugh, “Of course I can still carry you.”

“Yeah, true.” you hold tight to him as you stand up, “You were just flipping me around downstairs a little bit ago.”

John starts the shower and smiles at you, “I will carry you until I die from old age.”

“Your back will give out before then.”

“No,” he shakes his head as he walks over to you, “I promise I will always carry you.”

You tilt your head back and smile up at him, “I promise to let you.”

John steps into the shower and reaches for your hand, and you press your lips to his as he shuts the shower door behind you. He gives you a heated look as he stands under the spray of the water, and you bite your lip as he steps closer to you. Your back is against the wall as you smile at John, and you close your eyes when he leans down to kiss you, his hands moving down to your thighs where he lifts you up and presses you against the wall.

He’s absolutely intoxicating, and absolutely not done with you yet. And that is totally okay.

__

“Yeah, you tell him, Ro!”

Ronan babbles to John, scrunching her face up as he watches her in amusement. Neither of you has any idea what she’s so animated about, but you’re both laughing. Ronan walks over to get her crayons, then she brings them back over to the coffee table and dumps them everywhere. They scatter onto the floor and roll under the couch. John looks at you and inhales deeply before letting it go. He’ll have to fish them out later, otherwise Toast will try to eat them.

“It’s okay,” you whisper to him, reaching over to scratch his scalp, “I can get them. Ro, why don’t we keep all of our colors in this bucket?”

Ronan picks them up one by one and puts them into the blue plastic bucket.

“What color is this?” John asks, holding up the red crayon.

Ronan purses her lips, then she hops a little, “Wed!”

“Red, good job.” you reach for the brown and hold it up, “What color is this?”

Ronan stares at it for a moment before looking at John. He sounds it out for her, and she smiles before looking at you and trying her best to say brown.

“Brown. What else is brown?”

John smiles as he watches her, and she points at her eye, “Your eyes, yup, those are brown. What else?”

Ronan grins as she points at John’s hair, and you both smile and nod, asking for more brown things. She points at your hair, then at hers, and you laugh when she reaches over to point at John’s eyes, almost poking him in the eye.

“You’re so smart,” John says to her as she sits on his knee. He pulls her into his lap and kisses her cheek, “What’s your favorite color?”

Ronan looks at all the crayons and thinks it through, “Gween.”

You laugh, “Oh, it’s green today? That’s daddy’s favorite color.”

John tickles her sides as she buries herself in his chest, “That’s why she likes it!”

“I thought it was blue like momma’s favorite,” you say, and she grins and nods. “Oh, you like blue too?”

“She likes all the colors,” John says, helping her stand up.

You watch as Ronan walks over to where you’re sitting on the couch, then she reaches up for you. You put her in your lap and hug her tight. She’s a little cuddle bug. John groans as he gets up from the floor, then he walks over to join the two of you on the couch. He wraps his arm around your shoulder and kisses your cheek, and you help Ronan so she can sit between the two of you.

“Did you have fun at the farm today?” John asks, and Ronan nods as she plays with a crayon, digging her nails into it. She’ll need her little fingers scrubbed tonight before bed. John brushes the crayon flakes off her legs and the couch, “Were there…horses there?”

Ronan nods, “Yeah.”

“How about…” you tap your finger to your chin as you think, “Cows?”

“Yeah,” she nods again, and you smile at John.

“How about--”

“Shickens!” Ronan says, practically vibrating in place with excitement. It’s genuinely surprising how clearly that word came out of her mouth. She begins yapping about the chickens, and you smile as you reach for your phone.

Amanda had sent you a ton of pictures earlier, but you were a little occupied. You open the text and smile as you lean over to show John the pictures of Ronan and all the farm animals. She’s holding a chicken in one picture and she has the biggest grin on her face. She looks so happy.

“Is that one of the ‘shickens’?” John asks, smiling when Ronan nods. He leans down to kiss the top of her head, “God, we’ve made the cutest kid on earth.”

“We really did,” you smile as you look at him. You help Ronan off the couch and brush the remaining crayon flakes to the floor, then you scoot over to sit closer to John so you two can look through the pictures.

After looking through them and sending a few to your mom (and a few to John since he wants to have them on his phone), you go back to the text from Amanda and laugh when you read it.

She was OBSESSED with the chickens. Like, genuinely, we spent an hour just at the coop. She found one and just held it, and it let her! She was in love, and I think the chicken was too. Get that girl a chicken!

You and John both look at each other at the same time, and you smile when you see him looking at you.

“Don’t get any ideas.” he says, and you laugh. “We just got a kitten not that long ago.”

“Hey,” you put your hands up, “I didn’t say anything.”

John playfully squints his eyes, “Don’t look at me like that.”

“I’m not looking at you like anything!” you laugh, and he looks away, “I’m just looking at you like I always do.”

“No, you’re looking at me with…googly eyes and you know I’ll give in.”

You scoff, “Give in to what, exactly? I haven’t asked for a single thing. I think maybe you want to get chickens.”

“I don’t! They’ll be loud and messy, and I don’t want it.” he says, and you nod in agreement. It would be a lot of work. “They’ll shit all over my vegetable garden too.”

John and his damn vegetable garden. He’s so proud of it. It’s fucking adorable. He made a salad the other day with everything from it, and it was truly the best salad you’ve ever had. He didn’t believe you when you told him, but it was so good.

“I mean, unless we put them near the back of the house, closer to the side patio,” he says under his breath, and you reach over to get him to look at you. “We don’t need chickens, do we?”

“No, we don’t.” you say, and he nods.

Ronan whines a little as she walks over to you, and you help her onto the couch again. She’s probably wanting some dinner now.

“Why don’t we go get cleaned up?” you say to her, and she nods. “Then daddy can take his girls out for dinner.”

Ronan nods, then she crawls off the couch and waits patiently by the stairs.

You get up from the couch and point your finger at John, “Stop it.”

“I’m not doing anything.” he laughs, playfully swatting your hand. “You’re the one who needs to stop.”

You lean down and kiss him, “We don’t need chickens.”

John sighs, “Unfortunately, I think we do.”

“Jonathan Wick,” you laugh as he grabs you and pulls you into his lap, “She’s a toddler. What is she gonna do with chickens?”

“Learn responsibility, have chicken friends…”

You smile as you lean over to kiss him, “John, if you want chickens, just tell me.”

“I…kind of want chickens,” he says, and you start to laugh. “We could have our own eggs here!”

“John Wick isn’t just a dad. He’s a dog dad, a cat dad, and now a chicken dad.” you say, and he smiles. “She’s gonna love it.”

John kisses you, “Probably not the time to get them, plus we’ll really need to do our research and build a good coop for them.”

“Momma, come.” Ronan says, waving you over.

“I’ll be right there, baby.” you say to her before looking at John, “You would give her the world if she asked, wouldn’t you?”

John nods, “You’d do the same.”

“Absolutely.” you smile, then you cock up your brow, “But she didn’t ask for chickens.”

“No, she didn’t.” he says before smiling, “But you did. With that smile right after you read that she loved the chickens today. I’d give her the world, you’re right, but I’d also give you the world. I know you want chickens too.”

He’s good.

You playfully roll your eyes, “Okay, so maybe I think it’d be cool to have chickens and have our own eggs.”

John smiles when you get out of his lap, “Do I know my wife or what?”

“Yes, you do.”

“Just chickens…” he says in a playfully warning tone, “Just the chickens.”

You nod as you lean up to kiss him when he stands up, “Got it. Just the chickens.”

Ronan grins when you walk over to her, and you lift her up and look back at John. He starts to smile when you lean over and stage-whisper to Ronan.

“We’ll get the goat too, don’t worry.”

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I’ve been researching chickens all night. After we got home from dinner, Y/N took Ronan up to get her bathed and ready for bed. She still won’t go down for another hour or so, so we plan to watch a movie. I’m usually with them for bathtime, but I…couldn’t stop thinking about chickens, which sounds ridiculous.

“Hey, chicken dad.” Y/N says from the living room, and I push my chair back and head out to see what’s going on. “Wanna watch a movie with us?”

“Of course.”

Y/N smiles, “Cool.”

“Shicken daddy,” Ronan says, and I laugh as I look down at her.

“Oh, you’re calling me chicken dad too?” I ask, and she giggles. She screams with laughter when I scoop her up and tickle her. “You little turkey.”

Y/N gasps, “A turkey too?”

“No, my love, just chickens.”

She playfully pouts, “Fine.”

I set Ronan down on the couch and walk over to hug Y/N from behind as she picks a movie for us to watch. I move her hair off her shoulder and kiss her neck, “More self-defense tomorrow?”

“My body is killing me, if I’m honest.” she says, leaning back in my arms, “I was hoping I could take a nice bath tonight after Ro is down.”

“Okay,” I kiss her shoulder. “Sounds good to me.”

I have some leftover rose petals from her last bath that I made up for her, so I’ll slip away at some point to get everything prepared for her.

“Maybe we can take a day off from training tomorrow,” she says, and I nod.

I really don’t want to, but if she’s not feeling up to it, then I understand.

Y/N looks over her shoulder at me, “It’s not forever, Wick. It’s just for tomorrow.”

“I know,” I say, and she raises her brow.

She knows me too well. I worry that if we stop, we won’t pick it back up, which means she won’t know how to protect herself if something were to happen.

“Hey,” she turns around and cups my face, “We’ll talk tonight, okay?”

“Okay,” I lean down and kiss her. “Popcorn for my girls?”

Ronan nods, raising her hand, “Meeee.”

“You wanna help daddy?” I ask, and she comes running over to me.

I lift her up and toss her over my shoulder as she giggles. I open the cupboard and smile when Ronan leans in to grab a bag of popcorn from the container. She holds the package close to her chest and only hands it over for me to open. It’s hard to do it with one hand, but I manage. I open the microwave and hand it back to her, and she smiles as she sets it inside. She’ll want to push the button to start it, so I close the door and look at her.

“You’re such a good helper, bug.” I say, and she smiles at me before wrapping her arms around my neck.

“I sure am getting lonely out here.” Y/N says from the living room, and Ronan and I look at each other.

I whisper, “Should we make momma some hot chocolate?”

Ronan nods and points at the cupboard where we keep the cups. I open it and smile as she looks at all of the mugs and decides which one to pick for her mom. She goes with the one shaped like a donut with purple sprinkles. Y/N was obsessed with donuts with purple sprinkles when she was pregnant. When I was out one day, I saw the mug. I took it as a sign, so I bought it.

I set Ronan down so I can make us some hot chocolate. I get a little caught up in making it, and with the sound of the popcorn in the microwave, I almost don’t hear Ronan raiding the snack closet. I laugh as I walk over to it and find Ronan inside, reaching up for some cookies.

“What are you doing, young lady?”

Ronan shrinks into herself and looks up at me with her huge brown eyes.

“Are you looking for snacks?” I ask, and she nods. I let out a laugh before leaning back a little, “I think our bug is still hungry.”

Y/N comes into the kitchen and laughs when she sees Ronan is standing in the snack closet, “Are you still hungry, baby?”

Ronan nods her head just as the timer goes off on the microwave. Y/N picks her up and takes her back to the closet so she can pick a snack while I go back to making hot chocolate. I get the popcorn into a bowl and bring it to the living room, then I head back to the kitchen to find Y/N and Ronan at the counter. I look over Y/N’s shoulder and smile when I see her putting peanut butter onto a few slices of celery for Ronan.

“She also asked for a ‘yunion’,” Y/N says, looking over her shoulder at me, “So, maybe just a slice.”

I get the onion out of the fridge and hand it to Y/N, “Ro, go sit down and we’ll bring your snacks out.”

Ronan’s feet slap on the floor as she runs to the living room, calling out for Bleu and Toast to join her.

“A fucking onion, John.” Y/N says, and we both start to laugh. “She wants…an onion.”

“She’s…her mother’s daughter.”

Y/N scoffs, “I have never asked for an onion.”

“No, but you do like random snacks.” I say, and she laughs.

“What a strange kiddo,” she says, and I smile at her, “God, I love her so much, so so much.”

I nod, “I do too. She’s perfect.”

After Y/N cuts up a slice of onion, I grab the hot chocolate and walk with her back to the living room. Ronan kicks her legs a little and claps when her plate is set in her lap. Bleu tries to sniff the plate, but all three of us put our hands out to stop him.

“No, Bleu-boy, onions aren’t for dogs,” Y/N says, then she looks at Ronan, smoothing her hair back, “Good job remembering, sweetheart. He can’t have them. They’ll make him sick.”

“Smart girl,” I say, leaning down to kiss the top of Ronan’s head.

Y/N plops down on the couch next to her and takes a bite of celery and gives the rest to me. I sit down on the other side of Ronan and smile when Y/N looks over at me.

“Ready for our movie?”

Ronan holds up a slice of onion and nods, “Yes!”

Y/N laughs and presses play, then she smiles as she looks back at me when she realizes I’m still watching her. I reach over and lightly brush my knuckles against her cheek, and she closes her eyes and smiles before leaning into the palm of my hand.

“I love you,” I whisper to her, and she smiles and whispers it back. “Bath in 15?”

Y/N looks down at Ronan and laughs since we both know Ronan will fall asleep in 10 minutes or less, then she nods her head and presses a kiss to my hand.

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I’ve had to add more water to the tub twice since it keeps cooling down, but neither of us wants to get out. It’s nice just holding each other.

“We should have just gotten into the hot tub.” Y/N says, and I laugh against the shell of her ear. “I totally would.”

“You’ll be frozen by the time we get down there,” I say, and she hums. I let the silence linger for a moment. “Do you really want to?”

She shrugs, “I’m not tired. I’d be up for a glass of wine and some crackers in the hot tub.”

I laugh as I lean up to see her face, “Let me get out and get your robe.”

Y/N moves up so I’m able to get out, but before I can get a towel around my waist, she’s already standing up and unplugging the bathtub. She steps out and reaches for her robe, then she smiles at me before walking into the bedroom.

Ronan doesn’t usually sleep with the baby monitor on anymore, but since we’re going outside, Y/N quietly sneaks into her room to turn it on, then she follows behind me to the kitchen. I quickly grab two wine glasses and a bottle of Pinot Grigio, and I see Y/N grab a box of crackers and some cheese from the fridge. She smiles at me when I look at her.

“What? I want a little snack!”

“I didn’t say anything,” I hold the door open for her and laugh when she stuffs a cracker into her mouth.

It’s pretty chilly outside, but the hot tub is warm. There’s steam coming off of it. We haven’t had it all that long, and we really haven’t used it much, but now with the weather getting cooler, I have a feeling we’ll use it more. I just wish it were closer to the house so we didn’t have to walk so far in the cold.

I set the wine aside and hold Y/N’s hand as she stands on the steps, then she looks over her shoulder at me. It takes me a moment before I realize why she’s looking at me; she’s naked.

“Oh, you’re good. Logan won’t be home tonight and no one is outside.” I say, nodding my head. I reach for her robe and smile when she lets it fall from her shoulders.

“I probably should have put on a swimsuit.”

I wave it off as I set her robe aside, “It’s 10 o’clock at night. You know our neighborhood--everyone is asleep by now.”

“Except my sister,” she says, and I widen my eyes as I hold my towel around my waist. Y/N laughs, shaking her head, “No, she just texted me, so I know she’s awake. She’s not coming over here. I didn’t respond, so she probably thinks I’m asleep.”

After setting my towel aside, I get into the hot tub and reach for our wine. I pour some into our glasses and pass one to her, then I sit down and smile before clinking my glass against hers.

“So,” she looks at me as she swirls her wine in her glass, “Chickens…”

I laugh before quickly finishing my glass and filling it again. I will most likely get a little tipsy off this bottle, so will Y/N, but it’s fine. I fill hers back up too and smile when she laughs.

“Chickens, yeah.” I settle beside her and wrap my arm around her shoulder to pull her closer, “Maybe three.”

“Three? Geez,” she laughs, “You really love our daughter.”

I smile, “I certainly do.”

“How about…a rabbit?”

I start to laugh, “A rabbit, chickens, and a goat?”

“A mini farm. It’s all legal in Nassau County.” she says, then she shrugs, “I’d help take care of them.”

“I know you would, baby.” I whisper against the top of her head, then I lean down to kiss her, “Why don’t we start with chickens?”

Y/N nods, “This summer?”

“That sounds good to me.” I say, and she smiles.

“Geez,” she says softly, leaning up to kiss me, “You really love me.”

I smile, “I certainly do.”

I watch as she sets her glass aside and stands in front of me. I hold her gaze for a moment before setting my glass aside and reaching out to hold her by her waist.

“What are you thinking about?”

She hums, “A lot of things.”

“Let me in,” I whisper, and she laughs quietly before leaning against my chest and kissing me. “Let me into your mind.”

“Do you think we’re safe now?”

“I do,” I nod, pulling her closer, “I know we are. Peter’s gone. He’s not coming back.”

Y/N chews on her bottom lip before she straddles my waist and sits in my lap, “Is it stupid that a week ago we had someone watching our every move and now we’re naked in our backyard?”

“No,” I shake my head, “I think it’s brave. You’re allowed to be naked in your backyard if you want.”

“I don’t want to be ashamed to be naked. I want to be able to be naked in my house. I want to be able to be naked in my backyard if I want to.” she says, and I nod. “I feel like I’m taking back something that was stolen from me. Does that make sense?”

I nod, “It does. It really does.”

“No one can even see us.”

I nod, then I tilt my head to the left, “I don’t think Mrs. Johnson next door is even up at this hour, and if she is, she certainly can’t see through or over the hedges. Our backyard is very secluded and private. I did that on purpose.”

When I had the house rebuilt, I liked the idea of being able to be in the backyard and never being able to see a neighbor. I didn’t want to be bothered. Sure, sometimes I’d help Mrs. Johnson next door during the winter. Helen would always offer for me to shovel the old woman’s driveway--and I was happy to do it--but I wanted to be able to sit in my backyard, read the newspaper, and be left alone. I didn’t want people to be able to even see me in the yard since I knew it meant they’d try to talk to me.

The ironic thing is, when I noticed Y/N for the first time, I started spending more time outside in hopes that she’d see me. All that time I spent trying to hide from people, but all I wanted was for her to notice me. In order to do that, I had to actually go into the front yard, which I did much more than necessary. It worked in my favor in the end. I got my girl, and I am so grateful.

I pull her closer and kiss her, “You can be naked in the yard all you want, baby.”

“Good. Only in the backyard though.” she laughs, then she leans back to hold my gaze. She bites her bottom lip for a moment before kissing me deeply. “You’re my best friend.”

“You’re mine too,” I whisper back, and she lets out a small laugh.

I hold tight to her as I shift a little, and she closes her eyes when she feels me stiff between her legs. She gets herself adjusted too, and we both reach down, our hands bumping into one another, and we laugh when we have the same idea. She takes me into her hand and holds my gaze as she sinks down the length of my cock. She feels incredible. I clench my jaw and tilt my head back against the side of the hot tub, then I open my eyes to look at her.

The steam rises around us as I gaze at her, and I notice the subtle expressions that flicker across her face. It’s adoration. It’s admiration. It’s honest-to-god love. I try to think back to a time when I ever questioned whether she loved me or not. I can’t think of a specific time, but if I did, I silently berate myself for ever thinking that. It’s so clear to me how she feels. Hopefully, it’s clear that I feel the same way. I love her. God, I love her so much.

“Hey, John,” she whispers, and I hum as I look at her, “I love you.”

I let out a small laugh because of course she’s reading my mind, “I love you too, peach.”

Y/N wraps her arms around me, and I close my eyes as we surrender to each other.

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User hamatoanne's fic plagiarism

Hello, I’m the author of The Android, an AO3 Robot OC x Reader fic that was plagiarized by hamatoanne on Tumblr in her Aemond x Reader story, System Error. You can read my AO3 post for more info about the issue. As you can tell by the timestamps on AO3 and the screenshots of her now-deleted story, mine was posted months before hers. I didn’t want to make this public, but it appears Anne has not learned her lesson and is grasping at straws to keep her readers in the dark. She’s been deleting her stories to hide evidence of her plagiarism. I think you deserve to know who your beloved writer gets her words from.

I don’t know this fandom, but I’ve heard you guys can get pretty crazy. Control yourselves. The only one who needs to take responsibility is Anne. Don’t send hate to her mutuals. Don’t send hate to her followers. Don’t stalk or harass or dox anyone. Read through this post and form your opinion.

First bunch of screenshots: A side-by-side comparison of her story (now deleted) and mine (still up and linked above). I took screenshots in advance in case something like this happened so I’d have proof if I needed it. I decided to compare the first chapter of my fic with the first part of hers. I could do the whole thing, but I’m a busy college student and I think just a quick skim of the pictures below is enough for people to see the extent of her plagiarism. 

I have screenshots of her entire post, but I don’t want to make this too long to scroll through and Tumblr posts cap at 30 pictures. I’m assuming some of you have already read her story multiple times, so you’re familiar with the words. If you haven’t, then I should warn you that the fic that she plagiarized is very not SFW. I’ll let you know where the not SFW content starts so you can skip it. 

On the left is my story. On the right is what Anne posted (and took down).

Not SFW content starts here. 

Not SFW content over.

Finally, I DM’ed her. This was just before I posted to The Android on AO3 about the situation. To summarize, I wrote about how I would go about the situation and how hurt I was about a bigger creator stealing from me. I admit, I was too kind and too much of a pushover. I just wanted things to go quietly. She later replied with this and deleted her fic immediately. 

“I was completely stupid for not giving your credit” Why do they always play dumb? You copy that much and can’t even think to put my name there? You credit the artist but not the person who basically wrote your whole story? The story that gave you over 3k notes, so much more clout than any of your other stories has earned you? Total BS.

“I had every intention of giving credit where it was due…But I forgot” Right. Sure. Of course. If she felt guilty about plagiarizing, she would not be so shameless to accept praise like she did. I have examples of where she happily thanked people for complimenting "her work”, but didn’t want to bring other blogs into this, especially since they were none the wiser to her plagiarism. Ironically enough, someone even gifted her a badge for being a good writer the day she replied to my DM. She tagged that post “#a breath of fresh air on a horrible day”. I wonder why her day was horrible. Whoever gifted her that badge deserves their money back.

My thoughts when approaching her DMs were:

If she wants to keep up the story? Fine, just edit the post to say that it was heavily influenced by my story and leave a link to the original. I don’t mind. The readers will see that, click my story, compare the two, and think, “Hey, that’s not just inspiration! She plagiarized!” and her downfall would start from there without me having to do anything.

If she ignored me and didn’t fulfill that request, i would take matters into my own hands and expose her on her own post. Even more damaging.

In the end, she chose to delete the post entirely, getting rid of the evidence and her clout. I actually didn’t expect this outcome since I thought she’d like the clout too much, but I guess she decided this route would be the least damaging to her reputation. Everything was swept under the rug for now. 

And like a fool, I said thanks and went on with my life. But I decided to keep track of her. Because while I was too cowardly to do anything, I knew there would always be someone in the crowd who would take action. And it seems like people did. 

After reading the supportive comments from readers of my fic, I started to regret how lightly I handled it. I wanted to be mature even though I wanted her entire blog to fall and her reputation taken away. But I didn’t want to be a “bad person”. I wondered if I should keep pursuing the issue. I realized that my overly-people-pleasing behavior might lead her to continue her ways. I decided to speak out because others might’ve had their works taken by her and that my silence wasn’t helping. 

Next is her post, now deleted (I wonder why), about how she’s been so sad and how she’s going to be deleting her old stories and starting over. I’m likely not the only one she’s plagiarized from if she’s deleting other stories. At the time, I only saw supportive replies and reblogs on it, but maybe she deleted it after people started calling her out? Idk.

She’s playing the victim game pretty hard. Acting as a kind underdog even though she’s the big creator who stole from a nobody like me. I know I said on my AO3 update that people shouldn’t send hate to her (and even censored her name after she deleted her story) but I guess I’m a little happy that people sought to call her out on her shit. I wish I was as brave. 

Later, a nice person (we’ll call her Bob because she asked to remain anonymous) DM’ed me directly with a kind message. After seeing this, I decided I should take action and expose all of this since Anne obviously hasn’t learned and wants to keep it all hidden. Bob confirmed that I’m not the only victim of Anne’s plagiarism either.

Bob asked that I not use screenshots of our DM’s so here is a transcription of the important parts:

“Hey! I just found out that one of your fics had been plagiarized by someone in the HOTD community. First of all, I am tremendously sorry that happened…”

(For Bob’s privacy, I won’t explain her relation to Anne. Just know that Anne has refused to message her back).

“I definitely think you should make a blog post. with side by side comparison. I am still completely gobsmacked that she pilfered your entire story word for word and changed a few things. We found evidence that she had plagiarized multiple stories. Not just yours. We found out her mermaid!aemond fic was entirely stolen as well as a few others. She has quietly deleted them and hasn't spoken on them since.”

“We surmised that she takes ‘underrated’ fics from different fandoms and changes the name and that's it. It's almost like she believed that stealing from other fandoms was going to draw less attention than stealing directly from the HOTD fandom.”

So if you noticed that one of your favorite Aemond fics is gone, now you know why.

‘But benny, she still wrote her own sentences and just changed it around to fit aemond!’

Fanfiction is transformative. You know what the source material is and who created it. You know you’re not reading a copied and pasted text with maybe some words and sentences switched around. This wasn’t fanfic. According to Google, plagiarism is defined as, “the practice of taking someone else's work or ideas and passing them off as one's own.” (See what I did there? I credited Google. Is it so hard to give credit where credit is due?) She copied people's work, didn't give credit to the source material, and claimed it as her own. That's plagiarism.

I wouldn’t have had a problem if she properly credited me and linked the original story. I wouldn’t have had a problem if she didn’t blatantly copy and paste the entire text and premise. I wouldn’t even require getting permission to write a story based on my fic if she had satisfied those conditions.

She’s a 27-year-old grown-ass woman with enough free time to simp over some blond guy with an eyepatch. I’m a 21-year-old college student who only posts fics during the summer and winter because that’s when school’s on break. I’m too busy writing lab reports and essays to be an active writer online. The fact that she can disrespect smaller writers so tremendously should not be acceptable. The fact that she also deceived her devoted readers and friends about her "works" is also unacceptable.

What can you do about this? To be honest, I don’t know what to do. I’ve never had to deal with this before. I want to be a good person and say, “Don’t send any hate to Anne, don’t harass her. Just unfollow her and stop supporting her.” But that obviously hasn’t taught her anything. She’ll just make a half-assed apology, maybe go on hiatus, maybe disappear, and then pop up again under another name to steal from another creator. If you have any ideas on how to deal with this, please tell us. 

She can try to block me or delete her posts, but the evidence is out and the damage is done. Anything she does to hide this mess will only make it worse for her. I’d appreciate people bringing more awareness to this issue, especially if it can reach the eyes of others she’s taken from. 

Thanks for reading.

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➤ Favorite Twd character : Carl (i cosplay him!!!) And / or Beth (and many more lol!!)

➤ Favorite Sally face character : Travis Phelps (he's so relatable) (yes I have daddy issues)

➤ Favorite people : @agirlfr0msomewhere, @0r1sw0rldxp, @kornyblu, @s1l4s-w0rsh1ps-t0m4t03s, , @rainydayzxd, @sincerely-jordan-tuck, @deliu07 (STOP CHANGING UR USER NAME SM JORDAN I CAN'T KEEP UP WITH EDITINF THE LIST /pos /j! I luv u change ur username I love ur creativity with em :3)

LOVE MY OTHER MOOTS 2!!!

DNI: - homophobia, racism, sexism, anti furry, anti therian, over 20 , people who want donations, I don't have money, plus I have nothing to do to help. all bad stuff etc.

Everyone else is welcome !!<3

I like to think that I'm kind and caring,i love taking care of people, so yes slide in my DMS if u're lonely,im always down to make new moots and friends on here !

➤ My tags !! :

Ezras' food !! ➥ what I ate

Ezras' art !! ➥ my art and drawings

Ezras' outfit !! ➥ what I'm wearing that day

Ezras' day !! ➥ rants about my day

Ezras' vent !! ➥ my vents

Ezras' interests !! ➥ rants about my interests

Ezras' friends !! ➥rants about my friends

Ezras' embarrassing facts !! ➥ My embarrassing facts I'm scared to talk about so I post them on my Tumblr blog!

I might add more in the future !!

Also have tags like "Silas tag !!" Where it's a post or a reblog of my friend or moot !!

Gifs & blinkies are not mine !! (I think that is want they're called

Recently started playing guitar ! fucking metal yes yes

SLAAAAAAAAAAYERRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!

Jumps up and down

I'm Carl Grimes.

Fucking

Jumping

Fucking

.. Fuckign SLAAAAAAAAAAAYEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR==RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR=RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROK NY finger hurts

[yelow-heart]

Welcome twt immigrants or just newcomers o///

Every week a new wave of twt refugees arrive and so I decided to put together a tumblr 101 to keep ur experience the most stress free and safe as possible

So here it goes:

You can delete comments or plain out disable comments from your posts! So much control.

You can also edit your posts. It even was a meme back on the olden days where a post would go viral and then the op (original poster) would change the post to something silly and the reblogers would look like wierdos or dumdums lol

You can disable your asks or make a rule so people can't ask as anonymous

Report spams!! You can even get rewarded for it. But, even so, report it, they get immediately taken down temporarily

The report system work and the tumblr team is very responsible when investigating an account/post. It's not nuance and easy to make. No one will judge you for it, in fact, it's common culture to do so. It's how we battle pornbots, spams, hate blogs etc.

You have full control of your blog! What people can see, what it can show, block hashtags and the whole shbang.

The algorithm works! Only the things that YOU search for and like will be recommended to you. And if something u no longer has interest in shows up? Just click that u don't want anymore and immediately everything u don't want goes away.

There are many famous blogs that are fun to follow, specifically as newcomer, to really get u on the tumblr experience such as: heritageposts, thebootydiaries, hotboyproblems, showerthoughtsofficial, fartgallery, haikubotofficial and many others. These are just the ones I followed when first arrived back in 2016;

Yes, there are celebrities among us but they're just... here. Vibing, chilling. The most famous ones being Neil Gaiman and Taylor Swift. Here they are just people;

You might have noticed a lot of blogs with blue verification badges. Some with 20 of them. Some are rainbow! That's because Tumblr made a parody of the verification mark from twt and it was fcking hilarius. We loved it so much that it's a thing now. U too can feel very important if u want!

It's worth going the trending tags. Sometimes they are broken, but it's mostly memes or important world news stuff that are actually relevant and helpful. It's safe and you'll have a fun time lurking on other people's fandoms. That's actually how I got into some of my fandoms to begin with;

Crabs.

And there we have it! I might have forgotten something, but I not too worried as I know that people might add it later on. 😉

Welcome welcome!! You'll be safe here. No matter who you are you find a community for you here

It's a hellsite, but it's our hellsite

Remembered something:

It's important to have a profile picture and header image. An reblog a few things before following anyone. Or you will be reported because people will think you're a spam bot kkkkkkkkk so do nurture your blog a little bit before venturing into the unknown.

[cloudmancy]

which is worse: d20 tumblr or d20 twitter?

this is such a funny question. frankly I prefer talking with my existing friends over discord over either of them but here's a breakdown of my experience with them

d20 tumblr

feels like a more isolating experience because of the way tumblr is set up in general as a platform. I follow relatively few people here, so all my interactions are from people engaging with my art (love you mwah) or asking me questions. nearly every time I go into a d20 related tag I regret it

I think frankly I disagree with 90% of the opinions on d20 here but because I don't have to see it I can just post my art and go

feels relatively static like there's not a good way to get everyone talking about a specific transformative fandom thing instead of only what's happening in canon because it's a looser more disconnected community

allows for longer posts and the search system on my own blog is great though. I love directing people to go through my tags or archived art

d20 twitter

incredibly, astonishingly, bad at recognizing jokes for people who are fans of a comedy show

way easier to interact with people which means most of the friends I make are from d20twt...

very easy to get everyone talking about one specific thing (ie fhsonas) because of how interactive Twitter is as a platform and how quickly word spreads

downside of this^ is that every time I express an opinion someone disagrees with they tend to assume that this is a majority opinion rather than like, 3-4 popular gay asian artists speaking their mind? when I complained about fhjy 18 battle on here I got interesting and thoughtful reblogs and everyone kept it respectful meanwhile on twitter people started making vaguetweets about how people who hated the episode were morons. stuff like us joking that oisin's grandma's whole mahjong group got murked getting 200 likes VS people directly shitting on us getting 1.7k likes and people going "wait... people are mad about oisins grandma for REAL?! she was going to kill people !!" getting 2k likes. clearly there is some sort of strange authority people put on your words whether or not you're actually just trying to have fun with your friends

I did talk about this more on twitter but I am not a fan of the CRitterfication of d20twt either. feels like much of the fandom is now watching because they're megafans of the cast rather than for the story which leads to some really big toxic positivity bias and the implication that criticism of the show == direct attack on the crew and therefore on THEM because parasocial attachment. I don't think it helps that for a majority of them d20 is their first big fandom experience aside from like... kpop or tswift because they have not developed a lot of the detachment from canon + not being parasocial + ignoring opinions you don't like if they're not directly addressed at you mechanisms that people who've been around have. sorry I'm not trying to fandom elder or whatever here I'm 21 years old but I think it's incredibly hard for me to interact with people whose entire understanding of canon depend on siobhan thompson's opinions like this

tldr;

d20twt has way less reading comprehension and critical thinking skills. better for making friends. I interact almost entirely with 30-40 of my artist friends. (my) d20tumblr experience is more chill and feels like I'm doing a seminar and people come up to ask me questions afterward. more isolating but easier to do my own thing. I do recognize and am fond of a lot of you but I've made one (1) entire friend who I can talk to off platform and not just see on the dash/my notes and that's just the nature of how tumblr works as a platform (it's terrible for conversations)

[chronicallyonline-fandomwh0r3]

Y'know... i love the dpxdc fandom a lot. I follow a lot of creators and love to see different viewpoints on this fandom.

BUT, that does not mean I will tolerate people being asses and/or bullies. YOU don't want to see this crossover? the fucking block tags/blogs button is RIGHT THERE.

Limiting peoples fun and want to write? FUCK YOU.

Limiting peoples creativity and crack filled bullshittery of posts? FUCK YOU.

THIS IS TUMBLR, ITS NOT MENT TO BE A SERIOUS SITE. WE LOVINGLY CALL IT THE HELL SITE FOR A REASON.

Now, anyone who sees this post will be wondering why I'm being a bitch and what brought this on.

WELL, I have been gone for a few days dealing with real life shit and when I come back, i find out that this @jedipirateking person keeps "fact checking" and "I don't like this for so and so" on a lot of my mutuals posts.

Now at first I didn't want to deal with it. I made one response and BLOCKED the person.

I come back AGAIN after being gone for a few more days to find this account being a total DOUCHEBAG about my post and several others concerning power scaling systems. (i had to unblock to figure out why so many people were having arguments in my replies and such, AND BOY WAS IT A MESS.)

Now usually I would love to have an in depth conversation with you concerning power systems.

BUT, that post? THAT my dude was a CRACK POST. it was meant to be fun and all bullshit. NOTHING SERIOUS!

AND saying CANON beats FANON always? DUDE, the whole phandom is crack bullshit and FANON. There is little CANON used in the DP Phandom at any given moment!

If you want to start your bullshit hating on people, GO TO FUCKING REDDIT. THIS IS TUMBLR, WE ARE CRINGEY AND FUCKING BULLSHITING ALL THE TIME.

STOP. YOU ARE NOT WELCOME OR NEEDED.

BLOCK US. BLOCK THE TAGS. I DON'T GIVE A FUCK, JUST LEAVE WRITERS AND CREATIVE PEOPLE BE FUCKING CREATIVE. EVEN IF ITS CRACKED UP BULLSHIT.

Now, yelling over. Reply to this post, comment, i dont give a flying fuck. I'll keep you unblocked to be able to see ur bullshit. BUT i encourage everyone in the DPxDC fandom to block this person and ignore them. Its obvious they want to hate on people becuase they themselves are full of hate and anger at something else.

I hope you figure out your life and bullshit dude. Really i do. Because right now your cowardly ass is fucking up everyone elses fun.

To my mutuals

I am so frustrated with this happening and being late to the party. Please just block this douchbag.

also @bonebrokebuddy i love the reply you gave me. Thank you for the conversation starter for power scaling and challenging stuff. im just tired of this guy shitting on everyones posts lately.

@stealingyourbones @bongo-clash @spacedace @britcision

[electronicnutcycle]

"I've always loved you" ll steven Adler x fem!reader

Description: You have being in the band GUNS 'N' ROSES ever since the start , you've also been in a relationship with the drummer , steven for a while now also. One night at a party where you were severely intoxicated, you cheated on him . After a while you and steven decide to make amends and get back in a relationship

Pairing: Steven Adler x reader

Warning(s): Mentions of accidental cheating , swearing , ANGST!!! but the end is fluff.

I had joined the famous band GUNS 'N' ROSES as , well before it was a famous or well known band , as a keyboardist and had been apart of the band for awhile now. After a while i had formed a connection with the main drummer of the band , steven Adler. After a few years of being in the band and getting to know steven , we got in a relationship. For a few months we kept it secret , but after awhile we technically didn't announce our relationship , but we didn't didn't say no when people asked.

Later on , as the band skyrocket in fame and my relationship with steven also skyrocketed . The incident happened where at a party , it really was a blur , but it was where practically everyone was either extremely drunk on various types of alcohol or copious amount of drugs . I , who also had copious amounts of alcohol in your system , to the point where I could barely stand and on the brink of unconsciousness . At some point I happened to "hook up" with someone . I don't remember who they were , nor do I care to .

After the whole incident went down and Steven found out , Let me just say , it was MESSY . We eventually broke up and I was surprisingly allowed to stay in the band . Even four months later , in the current day , I still feel a pang of guilt of something i don't event remember doing. But every since then something else has been building up . Every since I found out steven was talking badly about me behind my back , the thing I've been feeling and was building is hate . And I would get it if he was talking about the breakup and stuff , but no he was actually talking shit . Ever since then the feeling of hate had been brewing and it was actively make me talk bad about him behind his back .

One cold afternoon after practice , I was just getting ready to leave after staying late . But as i grabbed my bags and locked up the studio , I saw Steven waiting a few meters Infront of the doors . "what do you want?" I sighed out not wanting to deal with him "well , i just wanna talk" "I said I'm sorry man , I was like really drunk I don't even remember it" I barley mumbled out before feeling tears fill my eyes . "I just wanted to , umm" Steven started to say before trailing of , "great! , the one and only Steven Adler is to shy to speak to my face!" I spat at him . "Just hear me out! , please just give me a minute!" "fine" I grumbled as I gestured for him to sit down with me as I sat down on a bench next to the door.

As he sat down next to me , we started to talk .And as we started to talk into the night my hate for him started to melt and fill with the same admiration and love that I had for him as when we were dating , we both explained our sides of the story and apologized. A few weeks later it felt like how we used to be , we laughed together , hugged each other tightly again and most importunately , we fell back in love with each other and a few months later we got back together.

tag: @kay-random

A/N: I hope everyone likes this fic! , i worked really hard on it and i hope for all the writers across tumblr and other writing sites that they can get out of their writing bock and they can keep writing works of art! <3.

[melomelomuskmelon]

Whinnies.

general info under cut !! also yes. i'm lyman-garfiel. tumblr drank all my pepsi and called me a bitch and i got terminated.

🪲Hi hello welcome =)!! i am lymantria, [lyman, tria, ly, mantria, mister mantria or lyme 4 short] i have a secret real name. you have to reach clown level 50 to unlock it 🪲My identity is.. all over the place but my pronouns are he/it and i use masc terms until i don't. if i'm close with you feel free to use a femme term for me evrey now and then like you're giving your beloved leopard gecko a nice fat juicy hornworm you bought as a treat.

🪲 I'm a genderfluid and abrosexual little freak of nature, neurodivergant in the direction of "healthcare system is too ableist and classist to actually give me a screening for anything" but likley autism/adhd as well as npd with a bpd comobidity 🪲 please be 16+ if you're gonna follow me, i don't post nsfw on my blog but i do jokingly hornypost quite often, i will be changing my age gate to 18+ when i turn 21 so,,,also keep that in mind

🪲 My interests include, beastars, valve games.. portal is my special interest . don't get me started on my cube game, the furry fandom as a whole, rockafire explosion animatronics, parasitic wasps, parasites in general, christain borle, mlp, rtvs, falsettos, christain borle.. and a certain one of my besties has gotten me back into danganronpa. god dammit.. and i am,,, sighs.. a phannie 🪲 i do vent on this blog! i have a LOT of personal issues going on in my daily life, serious topics will have a tw and be placed under a cut, nobody's obligated to comfort me, i just like using this website to scream into the void about my problems, i'm coping the best i can behind the scenes and am recieving help, i just,,,, have a brain and a home life that sucks asses and need to yeel about it. 💎🦎💎

💎DNI💎

🦎 general dni material applies, i don't tolerate racism/homophobia/transphobia/zionism/ableism and all the isms that make people feel like shit for their identities .

🦎 with that being said, i support 'leboys' and 'mspec lesbians' and whatever new identity anti-inclus people are trying to police. as long as you aren't attracted to something that is rightfully illegal to diddle. i don't give a shit and neither should you. queer discourse is stupid and i HATE you. 🦎 if images of bugs/parasites disturb you, not because i hate you.. but because i really like insects and will reblog pictures of them quite often and don't tag them, just for your own saftey i'm a bug boy <3 🦎 Another general one but like.. if you support romantisizing dynamics like incest and grooming/pedophilia in fiction please dni, i understand protraying these things respectfully, but if you're going to make traumatic shit seem desireable i don't feel comfortable being around you 🦎 "narc abuse" mfers. i'm a narcissist and i can assure you the only bitch i'm abusing is myself. 🦎 If you hate on melon's twink death. more of his titties for me. FUCK you for not getting the body horror/dysphoria arc you can write with this element of his charecter.. and if you think he's sexier as that maul-nourished twig I, as a maul-nourished twig am squinting at you

🦎 Arturo giles, you can LIKE. arturo giles and be my mutual, you can even REBLOG. art of him, but arturo giles HIMSELF. dni and get the fuck away from me. HISSSSSSSSSSSS

🍈💜SELFSHIP INFORMATION!!💜🍈

🍈MELON <33🍈

🍈i... love this guy, i'm sure you've noticed by now i post about himm... a lot, his psychology interests me and i need to poke around that lil' fatass forehead of his

🍈 that being said. i may be his wife and boyfriend but i don't concider myself an apologist for his actions, being traumatized as a child does not justify killing people to fuel your own hedonism. he FRUSTRATES me in that regard, so again.. as his wife, i have a right to point and laugh at him

🍈 STRICTLY. nonsharing with this shitlit. i'm always open to shootin tha shit and having a fun little convo about about this.. VERY interesting motherfucker. but the relationship i have with him mutated into a coping mechanism and i don't wanna interact with other selfshippers/people who make romantic comments towards him, i am just,,,, a little traumatized from somebody being a freak about him somewhat recently.. i have other f/o's notably scarab from fionna and cake but my sharing status on em is open and they aren't as consuming as melon is.

🍈🦎Love's failures🦎🍈

Love's failures is my little brain-baby beastars au fanfic, surrounding the entirley self indulgent question of "what if melon,,,, had boyfrin..and it was me". Love's failures follows both melon and Lymantria as they experince an agonizing codepandancy towards eachother as a newly-escaped convict melon is forced to work alongside with his once abandoned ex friend as they attempt to rebuild the once booming back alley market, both for their own selfish reasons Love's failures touches on topics of drug abuse, the impacts of emotional and physical incest, codepandancy, abuse, self harm, suicidal ideation, gore/murder [its melon guys..], sexual abuse, child abuse, ptsd. and.. a bunch of other shit that will be tagged in the actual chapters, but that is my..general trigger warning for the shit that will go on in there, i WILL state theres an eventual happy ending, the toxicity won't be for nothing i prommy

all content regarding the au is tagged as eather #melyme or #love's failures au, and i'll likley have chapter entries in a separate tag when the chapters get written !

will lyman be able to get over the parasitic affection he feels for fuckshit muskmelon?, will melon learn how to be a normal fucking person as his past sins finally get rubbed in his face in a way that finally hurt him?, can these idiots actually figure out how to better themselves when constantly egging on eachothers self destriction?

find out..

💎Enjoy my blog. please💎

[lover-of-mine]

How are you doing? I noticed that you make a lot of anti bucktommy posts now and I was wondering if everything is alright?

I used to follow you but I couldn't handle the hate and the negativity anymore. But still think you have a great blog.

Do you think you'll be able to go back to the way things were before if Tommy isn't in season 8?

Okay, look, I add that tag to everything I make that mentions the relationship because I'm not talking about it as someone who likes it and I want to give people the chance to not see that if they enjoy bt and still want to follow me. I tag things for people to block the tag just as much as I do so that people can find them. Most of those posts are me responding to asks. According to jet black code only 10 of those aren't asks. You think I'm posting too much hate and negativity? You have no idea how much negativity I filter. I have over 300 asks in my inbox right now. Some days I wake up to people calling me a bitch, telling me I'm delusional, that I'm just an entitled white woman who's just mad I don't get to fetishize Buck and Eddie, that I should just stop being here at all with much more colorful language, that I'm homophobic, that I could never possibly begin to understand the complexities of the bt with my tiny woman brain. Then I will admit I go a bit overboard the negative comments about them. Because I don't believe the relationship is anything groundbreaking but I keep getting hate about it and I am petty. But I answer to a fraction of to the shit I get and I have blocked people because they take things too far while hating on Tommy. A lot of those lately are reporting on the chaos that's been created in the fandom. It's an aspect of the show and I tag as anti because I am not a shipper. And I like getting those because I'm being attacked for not shipping them since April and I'm not gonna lie, I was feeling like I was losing my mind, I like talking to the side of the fandom who are not impressed with him. If, when he goes away from the show, people stop calling me names I will happily never talk about him again. I still make my sets, I write my fics, I make my videos, I write my metas. But I am also someone people like to talk about the relationship because I don't ship it and I won't take that away because we have nice discussions. Will things ever go back to the way they were before this mess? Probably not. But it will cool off on both sides eventually once Tommy isn't around. You can blacklist the anti bucktommy tag. You can blacklist "i really need a tag for asks" that's my ask tags. You can just search on tumblr as whole "otp: you don't need to pretend with me" if you just want to see my buddie stuff and don't want to follow me anymore because apparently I'm the only blog on that tag. You can just follow the 911edit tag, I pop up around there a lot. Who knows what will happen once he's gone, but I have a tagging system and I'm staying on my lane, that's the best I can offer you right now.

[separatist-apologist]

oh God I'm sorry if I triggered PTSD by my ask - to clarify I am very new to that ship and I never talked to any fans about it, but I asked because my husband is a fan but he straight up hates the new trilogy (he hates a lot of things, don't mind him) so I was wondering what other fans are like

TOPIC CHANGE I asked you a very important question some days ago (ok I lie it was a reblog and a tag) about RANCH and I'm still waiting for your answer

when do people start kissing on the mouth on Tumblr I need to follow the proper etiquette

I don't love the new trilogy either, but the problem is like, people assume if you say you don't like it, its because you hate the representation presented. Which isn't true- I hate how the writing is shitty and there is no heart in them. I hate how a loud, vocal minority was prioritized in the story telling to sideline characters like Finn and Rose, and I especially hate how you can't say you don't like Rey x he-who-i-refuse-to-name without being called a misogynist. Maybe I just hate a dude who killed three trillion people? Maybe I think death IS the redemption arc because the other alternative is a prison cell on Coruscant? Like in what world is he allowed to just wander freely, he literally was responsible for the deaths of three TRILLION people and the destruction of a WHOLE system.

And like, like what you like i don't care- I get why people ship it, it's just not interesting to me and the final movie was bad because the storytelling was AWFUL, not because one character didn't get absolved for his many, MANY crimes so he could kiss a girl he didn't deserve.

I'd love to hear why your husband doesn't like them? I have such beef with the sequel trilogy. There are good pieces, good bones, but like...did you know Finn is screaming REY all through ROS because he's force sensitive? You'd only know that if you read the comics OR watched the interviews. That's BAD storytelling. Your movies should answer questions without needing 80 other pieces of media to flesh it out (Though the Chuck Wendig books about the rise of the First Order are very good and I recommend them).

I don't have anothe ranch based ask from you :(

[suspiciousspidey]

Tony Stark Fic Recs

A list of my favorite fics featuring Tony Stark, from tumblr and ao3.

Writers: If you'd like your fic removed from this list, please send me a message!

Reminder: As always, your media consumption is your responsibility. Please read the writers content warnings/tags! And, if you like their work? Spread some love to them!

Drunken Confessions by @larcenywrites

- Tony makes a drunken confession, and a conversation is had the next morning. The smut in this is so sO good.

BOTH Masterlists by @larcenywrites

- Just trust me. It's all good. You want to read it all.

- Author's Summary: "Soulmates AU - Sally Manners has spent her life avoiding the man whose name is etched on the inside of her thigh. Until suddenly she can't. No tie in with any other fics I've written. Tony/OC"

Cover You In Oil by Star_trekkin_across_theuniverse on ao3 (to read this one you must be logged into an ao3 account)

- This is SO GOOD. It's one of the first tony/oc fics I've ever read and it's one I do go back to.

Exile All The Longer by Darsynia on ao3 (also on Tumblr @darsynia)

- Author's Summary: "Tony lost Pepper in the Snap. What he gains, what EARTH gains, is a 'gift' from Thanos: Soulmates. Some say that the mad Titan used the stones to do this out of respect for Earth's role in his grand design, others say it's to make those left behind complacent, docile-- even grateful.

Tony isn't grateful. He's pissed. His Words are a cruel slap in the face, and the whole concept is bullshit. He spends a year doing right by the world with his company and then settles down to build his lake house. Tony falls for his smart, gorgeous architect as easy as breathing, all the while feeling self-righteous about the whole 'inevitability' of Soulmates. He's beat the system, fallen in love the old-fashioned way. All Tony has to do is get her to actually speak to him, instead of by text or email.

And then she does. She says his Words."

- YALL. THE SLOW BURN IN THIS?? Godly. It is SO GOOD. So detailed. The angst??? Whoooo buddy. This fic had me on the edge of my seat, biting my fist, it was that good. It had me by the throat and honestly it still does. I should probably be embarrassed of how many times I've reread it, but I'm not.

Two Wicks, One Flame by AmberSnapeBlack on ao3

- Author's Summary: "Emma has had it rough her whole life. Her experiences have shaped her into who she is today, a twenty three year old bus girl with no self esteem or backbone. She hates the lime light...well she hates socializing at all. She has never paid her soul mark any mind. Most days, she forgets it even exists. That will change for her in a way she never anticipated.

What comes with bearing the soul mark of the man who is the forefront of the Avengers? Who is almost always in lime light? Who is possibly, already taken? Does she want to know?"

- SUCH A GOOD FIC. You can't help but root for Emma. There are real sweet parts but some real angsty ones too. Also, it was interesting to read a fic with Pep being a not-so-nice-guy.

[sophieinwonderland]

Wishing for anti-endos to loose all their friends and spaces and to be ostracized does not help pro-endos. It makes anti-endos even more set in their beliefs. It makes people who are on the fence go "yikes, I guess the anti-endos are right". I'm firmly pro-endo and your recent post makes me want to take some distance. This isn't how we gain allies.

I know, these people suck. I know, it hurts to constantly be excluded and hated for the way our brains work or the reason why they work that way. I know, many anti-endos are too far gone and aren't people that you or I can reason with unless they decide to unpack their shitty beliefs.

But posts threatening them is not the way to go. They already see us as the enemy. We don't need to add fuel to the fire. Let's make sure people who are on the fence or who don't know much about non-traumagenic systems see us acting in ways that make them want to listen to our side instead of the fakeclaimers. Let's make sure anti-endos who are starting to rethink their beliefs feel like it's safe for them to do so and to start listening to pro-endos.

I'm sure this post is gonna get lots of interaction. But if it makes people less likely to read your studies, to listen to your arguments, to hear out the systems messaging you about their experiences? That's all for nothing.

I... actually think adding fuel to a fire can be useful sometimes. As long as you can keep it a controlled burn.

I'm counting on most anti-endos on Tumblr who would be scrolling through the syscourse tag already having me blocked. They won't see my post.

I'm counting on neutrals probably not following my blog or the syscourse tag either one. And most of those that do follow syscourse have already made their minds up about me.

I made that post for a very specific audience. One that doesn't actually need anyone to fuel its fire because they've built an entire community on seeking out systems to mock and attack. They already cherry pick the worst posts they can find to keep their friend group indoctrinated. So adding one more to the pile shouldn't matter to that specific group.

I don't think anything I say is actually going to make them hate the endogenic community more than they already do because they're surrounded constantly by people who will always reinforce that very generalized hate.

But I do think I can direct that hate they already have. Focus it as much as possible on one specific person. Me.

And the more they see me as a threat, (whether or not I am,) the more hateful they respond to me, the more their community will crack.

Users will be more likely to break their rules, making moderation in their subreddit more difficult for the unpaid mod team who will hopefully start rethinking how much of their life they want to dedicate to a hatesub moderating an angry userbase with nothing to show for it.

And while a slim hope, I'm waiting for them to be pushed far enough for Reddit to ban the whole subreddit.

So yeah. I don’t mind tossing as much fuel on the fire as possible if there's a chance their ableist hatesub burns.

Besides... I'm not actually saying anything untrue.

Plurality IS going to become more accepted. They ARE losing the scientific argument. And anti-endos and cringizens WILL lose friends and community support as plural acceptance spreads unless they're willing to change. A safe space for endogenic systems can never be one that houses anti-endos.

This is not a threat. This is a promise. It's a natural result of progress. And I'll do my part to accelerate this. But it's going to happen with or without my involvement.

I'm just making sure that when it does and they go looking for someone to blame because things have gone bad in their lives and their bigotry caught up with them, they'll direct their anger toward me instead of anyone else.

(Although maybe they can direct it inwards too since, you know, it was their fault for being bigots. But I think that would be too much to ask for.)

[renardtrickster]

Throwing my hat into the predstrogen ban/Exploded With Hammers ring, this might earnestly be more pathetic than anything Elon Musk has done. To be clear, Elon Musk sexually harassed a woman and tried to pay her off with a horse and has been very friendly towards and accommodating of the nazis on his platform, which makes him pound-for-pound morally worse than Matt Mullenweg. But the descriptor of "he's a petty child unaware of how mentally cooked he is" was only an accurate descriptor of him near the beginning. By now, I think he's reached a point where if he banned a trans woman for being mean towards him, he would just avoid talking about it unless he had a gun pointed to his head, and even then he'd be largely flippant or apathetic about the whole ordeal. He more or less knows that he's kind of a malicious dipshit, and acts accordingly.

With Mullenweg, meanwhile, there's something much more insidious about his behavior, or at least it feels more icky to me. Not only did he break the silence when he could have just not said anything and let predstrogen fade into the night, he then tried to paint himself as a reasonable man being victimized because some transgirl furry said "I hope he gets hit by a car with hammers glued to it" or something, premptively deflected any accusations of transphobia with a cynical appeal to the fact that he has gay friends, and then started hitting up random trans women in their DMs to explain himself or garner some support (nevermind how implicitly threatening this is). DERANGED COMPARISON INCOMING, but it reminds me of an observation Slavoj Zizek (schniff) made about a difference between the totalitarianism of Hitler and Stalin, specifically how the former made no attempt to portray himself and his regime as anything but a strongman political movement, while the former would do stuff like have prisoners send him birthday telegrams, or would join the audience in applauding when he was finished with a speech. The fundamental cruelty and level of power between the two was the same, but Stalin made more of an attempt to give a face to his authority, or create an illusion that he and his citizens were both subjects of rationality and hypothetically equal.

On both platforms, twitter and tumblr, nazis run rampant, harassment campaigns against their queer userbase succeed, the flagging system is useless at best and at worst is weaponized towards the end of said harassment campaigns (or flagging sfw selfies of trans women as mature content), and the trans people are scorned despite being the powerhouse of the cell due to all trans people being simultaneously terminally online and chronically funny. The difference is, Elon Musk knows he doesn't like them, takes steps to make it known they are not welcome there, and rarely feels a need to justify himself outside of conspiracy theories of the trans agenda sterilizing autistic children and making his daughter hate him. Matt Mullenweg, meanwhile, lets his abusive dysfunctional system run, causing all the same excesses as twitter, but then makes hollow gestures of him being down to earth, a reasonable man amidst a sea of unreasonable behavior, the guy who owns "the queerest website on the internet" and surely the queerest website wouldn't be consistently alienating to its trans userbase! There is no transphobia in the moderation team, the tagging system is not broken, the moderation system is not broken, there is no sea of bigotry and harassment driving people off the site, there is only a belligerent trans woman making death threats who deserves not only the most harsh and disciplined banning that anybody in the history of the website has seen, but also a visit from the FBI as well. Elon views what happens on X as a feature, not a bug, while Mullenweg denies the presence of any features or bugs. Not on his new PDF.

[aliusfrater]

explain ur tag system what's for what. its mysterious but im nosy so

i have a whole list of every single tag i use minus episode and season tags so if you want a whole list i can genuinely just copy and paste it but the basic gist is that it's based in convenience. i separate rbs and original posts because it's easier to find my own posts that way.

for rbs. character tags are just their first name, or the first letter of their name if i think ill have an issue spelling it on the fly (i have autocorrect off always). something similar goes for ship tags—it's just their initials (samruby = sr, deancassie = dc, samrowena = srw because sr is taken, etc.). character-adjacent tags is the version of said character with the exclamation point & their name (ex: soulless!sam is s!sam, dean smith is s!dean). symbols like ™ and √ represent character dynamics i care about enough to go looking for in my tags; the former is sam and dean, the latter is sam and jack. tags that start with a colon are sub-tags—so like :gg means gilmore girls and ::wrf means wade robert felton from :how (house of wax) which all go under my 'jared' tag. every other rb tag is something easy to type and remember. so 'meta' and 'revision' (misc edits) and 'album' (compilations)

for og posts. the general theme for a lot of things i do online has to do with latin words and phrases, so there's a specific genre of original post tags that are in latin: reddo (indirect translation being 'render') is a catch-all for photo edits with sub-tags like sw.png and dw.png, inchoare is my queue tag (means commence), se referat is my meta tag (means self reference), cogito (imagine) is my hc tag. so on and so forth, for character, ship and actor tags, i use their full name or their full ship name (which also puts them in the main tag for tumblr as a whole and makes my posts easier to find if i search a phrase from a post + 'aliusfrater' in an external search engine). i think the only latin rb tag i have is 'idem', my aesthetic tag (means same). my '[character] core' tags should be self explanatory (i regret using 'core' for this one i hate it so much)

i have a bunch of og post + rb catch all tags that are usually symbols. so like ÷ is my delete later tag. ∆ is my tag later tag, & is my misc og post tag and % is my misc rb post tag. i also have film tags that ive seen that fit supernatural in either vibe or themes (ginger snaps 2000 = gs00, my own private idaho 1991 = mopi91, mysterious skin 2005 = ms05)

latin related but my user means otherbrother which when i made this blog was meant to be subjective (meaning you can see it as either sam or dean depending on who Your Guy was) but my pfp is sam so it's not That subjective i guess. my current title is imputrescat in ostium which means 'let it rot in the door' which is significant for the part of liminality that im obessed with rn. the inherent rot of liminality and whatnot

[nururu]

Hi. So I saw your posts about the x reader stuff, and I'm sorry that your having your time on Tumblr ruined by a community you aren't apart of. I know the tag feature has been an issue with a lot of people in tons of different communities.

But I am genuinely curious, because shouldn't this be something your more mad at the Tumblr tag function or just Tumblr in general for? Like I checked the posts you showed in the video, and both seem to be tagged fairly normally, and neither seemed spammed with tags. So wouldn't it be more productive to submit reports to Tumblr about the lack of the tag function reflecting your blocked/muted tags and creators?

As someone from the x reader side, I can assure you that we aren't doing this stuff maliciously, and I know I can speak for a lot of people on here when I say that we just want everyone to enjoy their time on the site. But taking the anger out on the creator when the fault really is with the site's tagging feature itself doesn't really solve anything.

Especially since this is an issue much bigger than just fanfiction side, as I know many artists try their best to tag their art with phobias that may trigger people in a particular piece, and how the tagging system is now, it's not really able to help as effectively as it should.

But anyways, again I'm sorry this is having a negative impact on your time here. I really do hope they get this stuff sorted out soon. And I highly recommend that you submit a report to possibly further help the push for a better tagging system.

I hope you have a wonderful day. ❤

Since 2012 when I started using Tumblr, it's always had issues with how it's functioned and how the tagging system has functioned. That's why it's userbase came together as a whole to do a damn good job at making sure things were tagged properly so people wouldn't have these issues with the tagging system (that has never once been perfect since the beginning of Tumblr and most likely never will be.) I'm specifically mad at x reader writers because they are the ONLY people who do not tag properly.

Example: don't tag x reader stuff with main fandom tags. Like instead of tagging it [character name] AND [ character name x reader], tag it with JUST [Character name x reader] instead of tagging it with [show name] AND [Show name x reader] tag it with JUST [Show name x reader]

That way, when I mute "show/character name x reader", it will actually mute it. The I can properly avoid it. But when you tag it with all the main fandom tags as well, it gets unmuted and I can no longer avoid it.

Also x reader writers will tag it with EVERY main fandom tags. Not just the characters they've wrote about, but every single strawhat. So I'm seeing usopp x reader in the Luffy tag.

Truly, this is less of "Tumblr tag system not working" and moreso "people not using the tag system properly and ruining its purpose". If I tagged every single dog I saw with cat tags, it would show up in all the cat tags. So when people search cats, all they'll get is dogs. Not that they hate dogs, but it's NOT what they're looking for. And just because I want everyone to see dogs, doesn't mean I should force them to.

Tumblr doesn't use an AI to auto tag things and sort them properly. It uses it's userbase to do that. If it's userbase isn't using it right, it doesn't work.

I am 1000000% blaming x reader writers. Every single fandom has this issue. Ive seen multiple viral posts complaining about this NOT just from the one piece fandom. It's inconsiderate, and rude, and ruins many peoples tag pages, fyps, AND dashes.

It's not my responsibility to fix an issue I didn't create. All it would take is for this one group of people to stop accosting everyone and start using the tag system as it was intended. This is the first time in my 12yrs on this site where it's been an issue. And it's because none of these writers tag correctly. Simple as that. Tumblr can't stop "dog" from being sorted into the "cat" tag if everyone is tagging dogs as cats.

Also it's not an accident or simply forgetting. It's intentional. And it shouldn't be bc it ruins everyone else's experience.

[cepheusgalaxy]

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Name: i'm... seeing that one but you can call me Angel or Abel!

Pronouns: They/it (and sometimes he) or Ele/dele, sometimes elu (in PT)

What I'm up to? Writing, art, fandom, aspec shit and whump!

Art sideblog | Writing tag | Whump prompts tag | Writing advice tag | Name tag | Pronouns tag | Cool posts I did (aka masterlists and such) | WIP Masterpost

UFAQ

(Unfrequentedly asked questions)

Where are you from?

Brasil! North East.

What is your gender?

Short answer: Let's say I'm queer. (Long answer: Transmasc cogender [genderfaunan + nonbinary/genderqueer] ^^)

What is your favorite animal?

Moths :)

What is your favorite color?

I don't have one single favorite color but my favorite color combo is red + green

You described a post of mine, can I add the ID to the original post?

Of course! Please do.

Can I ask you something about the place you're from?

Why yes.

Who are your ocs?

Here is a link to my oc intros! ^^ They are sorted based on which story/universe they are on, and each story has its own post. All of the posts are neatly linked in the masterpost, so by it you can acess all of the ocs.

What stories are you working on?

What's your gender?

I have a whole post about them! It's a masterpost and there's not much very writing to them, so it's just an intro

What are your favorite anime?.

InuYasha, Hunter X Hunter, Ansatsu Kyouhshitsu (or Assassination Classroom, in English) and Dr. Stone!

I'm cogender! Cogender is basically a multigender label, and I'm a mix of genderqueer + genderfaunan (a genderfluid microlabel). I also like to being referred to as transmasc.

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