#i won't discuss that and instead i'll just block you

[otomiyaa]

Ticklish Blade x Reader

Platonic + 47. "I wasn't even touching you." Requested by anon for my 1K Followers Event🌻

Guess guess what scene inspired this, hahaha!

It felt... odd. You eyed the driver nervously. He was so quiet. Not more quiet than usual, but in this case it was kind of concerning.

"Blade...?" you murmured. It was already a surprise that Blade was offering you a ride while you had no idea he even had a driver's license. But the bigger surprise was when you realized Blade was sleep-deprived, and getting in a car accident with him was not necessarily on your wishlist.

Too bad the realization came only after he started the car, and you were now trying to make sure he wasn't falling asleep.

"Blade?" you asked, louder this time.

"What."

Another person would think he was angry, but you knew him better by now.

"Are you sure you're alright? I can go there myself. No need to help me."

"I'm fine. I already told you."

You gazed out of the window, then back at him. Instead of acting like you were worried about him, maybe a more selfish attitude would do it then.

"I appreciate your gesture, really. I'm just wondering if you can get me there in one piece."

You saw him frown a little. "Are you doubting me?"

"Not your driving skills, of course. But... Your current state. Blade, you haven't slept at all. I'd like to keep living, if you'll let me."

He was quiet for a moment and you had a feeling he was going to ignore this discussion. But then he simply pulled both hands off the wheel, and you gasped.

"What are you doing?!" you shrieked, only for Blade to look at you, with his hands right above the wheel and the expression on his face almost, what was it... taunting?

"The car is driving itself. Now happy?"

Oh he was totally taunting you. How petty, hehe.

You would laugh at it, but because of the jumpscare, the first thing you did was let out a sigh in relief. "I can't believe you," you said, faking as if you were going to hit him, but to your surprise he jumped slightly and blocked himself with his arm.

"Don't," he hissed. You stared at him and cocked your head.

"Huh? What're you getting all defensive for? I wasn't even touching you."

Blade glared. "Yet. You sure were about to."

You chuckled. "What, is the almighty Bladie afraid I'm gonna hit him? For real?" you teased.

"Don't call me that."

It was strange, Blade wouldn't recoil from a hit, fake or real, not from an enemy and definitely not from you, so... You smirked.

"Hey!" Blade's voice did quite the thing when your finger pierced into his side, poking him misschievously.

"What are you doing?!" he asked angrily.

"I have a feeling you just thought I was going to tickle you, weren't you? Which inspired me... to actually tickle you."

"I did no-ahh! Don't! That's dangerous! Stahahap!" Blade yelped when you tickled him again. You couldn't stop grinning. This was just gold.

He must've witnessed the two or three times you ended up getting in a tickle fight with Silver Wolf the past days, which caused him to think you were actually going to tickle him just now? The idea wouldnt even cross your mind!

Well, now it definitely did.

"Dangerous how? You said the car is driving by itself. I'm just making sure the driver and passenger won't get bored in the meantime," you said, wiggling your fingers against his side. Blade squirmed in his seat. This was just wonderful. You could see him struggle to not move too much - since then it would get a little more dangerous after all.

Right now he was merely trapped in the driver's seat and forced to endure your little tickle attack.

"I'll - ahah! Stop that!" Blade's angry giggles were everything. You knew you were really being too reckless for someone who valued life so much until seconds ago. But ticklish Blade was actually a discovery worth it.

"Gehehet ohohoff!" Blade swatted at you, and the lack of force in his reactions only made you go "aww". He wasn't entirely helpless - there were plenty of ways he could make you stop without crashing the car, but those might probably include hurting you, or...

Nah, never mind. He would never.

"Lahahast chahance!" Blade warned, jumping hilariously in his seat and twisting from side to side to avoid your relentless tickles. Using both hands, you wiggled your fingers against his sides and ribs, and occasionally tried to poke his tummy, but he really blocked that area with all of his might.

"Last chance or what?" you asked, but finally he managed to catch one of your hands. Then without warning he clawed at your side, tickling you back, and you screamed in surprise.

"EHEyes on the road sihihir!" you cried out in sudden panic. Blade froze, appearing shocked by the volume of your voice. You had already pulled your knees up and lay curled up in your seat, watching him in fear as you anticipated his counter attack. He would never tickle you back: you were confident about that. But... not anymore.

He sighed. "Then stop tickling me." Blade finally put his hands back on the wheel, and for the second time this ride, you sighed in relief.

It was funny to hear him say that word. Hmm. Maybe you just ruined your chances of having your first ever tickle attack with Bladie. But tickle fights in cars were never ideal. You smirked. Knowing he was ticklish and might even potentially tickle you back, you couldn't help but store this information in your head for another time.

"Don't you even think about it," Blade said, probably noticing the smirk on your face.

"I wasn't thinking anything~" you sang, but of course both of you knew that wasn't true!

[l0stfoster]

PLEASE what do you think the gang’s reactions would be when they find out that Paul and Bob were like Darry and Sodapop

I need the ANGST

OK OK, SO We talked about this., kinda. Only 3 people were discussed and the rest haven't been sorted out, so for now you can have those, and I'll either reblog or edit this in the future to add the rest. As usual for big blocks of text, all below the cut!

JOHNNY:

- First one to find out funnily enough; obviously on accident. - On Dia de Muertos Johnny gets something like the Coco treatment, but it’s more or less just he can see all the spirits instead of full skeletons. He doesn't interact with them so they don't know that he - He finds out purely because Bob's ghost does not leave Paul's side once during the entire day. Lingers with him the entire time - Johnny maybe expected Bob to be around Cherry, but Paul?? Not the expected outcome. It's what gives him the hint and as he looks back on a few things the dots connect. - Johnny apologizes about Bob's death after that (more for the fact that yk it wrecked people as it did, he won't apologize for doing it when he though they were killing his best friend though.) - Paul realizes he figured it out fast L - Paul's tryna avoid letting on that the apology does kinda heal a part of him and Johnny just being like “you don’t need anyone’s permission to mourn him yk” - Johnny's very emotionally mature in this au, if you can't tell - Paul elects to ignore him either way - Paul, holding back tears after Soda’s smile looks a little too familiar: We weren’t even that close - Hit Johnny with a "He wasn't my brother at all" and gets a simple response of "I never said he was" - Self-callout right there, Johnny doesn't bring it up much after that- mostly because it's the kind of thing he can't exactly bring up publically. - He has sort of mixed feelings; obviously, it's weird to find out this guy who's kinda your friend now cares so much about someone who hurt you, but at the same time, he's able to understand that his own feelings about Bob don't change the ones that Paul once held for him.

DARRY:

- Finds out second, and once again on accident. - Paul has an accident with his magic; spell requires a LOT of it but his back sigil is having a flareup of sorts, and it's making him short out a lot. He tries to force his magic through it and, long story short, the scar rips open as if it were freshly carved. - Darry gets to hear that scream from inside the house L. He's the one who patches Paul up bc bro will NOT fuckin' calm down enough for literally anyone else besides Darry to get close. - The only difference between healing as a kid and healing now is that Paul doesn't have a six-year-old Bob whining about piggyback rides. - Paul's so delirious and fucked up on whatever painkillers he's on that this fact breaks the dam. Darry finds him sobbing and the only answer Paul gives him is a weak "I miss Bob" - Darry asks him about their relationship after that; Paul is unfortunately not conscious enough to avoid the questioning, so he yaps. - Paul has a heart attack when he realizes Darry knows btw LMAO. Wdym he told his boyfriend that the guy who tried to kill his kid brother was one of the most important people to him?? Where is the breakup he knows it's coming - (Spoiler alert it never happens) - As I said in the post about Bob and Paul, Darry understands. He knows and he gets it. Sure, there's a part of him that wants to be a little more conflicted; but with their history, Darry probably met Bob on a couple of occasions and he knew how the guy could be when he isn't drunk and angry at the world.

PONY:

- Pony finds out on accident but very similarly to Darry; and by that I mean he overheard one of the conversations Darry had with a very delerious Paul. - Dude is NOT fuckin happy. And because Pony is also a dramatic little shit, he would just stop all attempts at bonding with Paul - The second Paul even knows that Pony heard and he’s like yeah. There goes that. There’s a reason he was doing so much to try and hide it. - Darry's there like "Can you try? For my sake at the very least?" Pony is stubborn as all hell and just goes "No." - Paul doesn’t even try to push things; which probably makes Pony even more petty bc teen logic. I found out something you purposefully tried to hide because it would ruin things and you’re not trying to fix things even though I’m making it clear I don’t like you?? The audacity - Pony doesn't use his head, like at all. (I fear I'm not a Ponyboy fan and that may be a little obvious) - Johnny and Soda are even like "Pone, that's the dumbest thing I've heard all day" when he explains it to them. - Darry and Johnny try to get them to talk by locking them in a room but Paul brute forces that open with his magic (yeouch to the back bc he's still healing) because god forbid he have to try to figure out what Pony wants from him. - Even Pony doesn't know what he wants, he's just a petty teen. - Pony doesn’t know what he wants and Paul thinks he wants him to apologize, but Paul is NOT going to apologize for missing the version of his little brother that he knew; Let alone the fact that he’s actively been trying to keep this hidden because he knew it wouldn’t work out well. - Pony snaps at him one day and yells about how he can't understand how Paul could love a person who tried to kill him and Johnny, especially after becoming close with them and the gang; Paul's defense is an equally loud response about how Pony has no clue who Bob is beyond what he and Johnny perceived him as, and that if Pony can like Dally despite Dally being also not really a good person the least he can do is silently miss his brother. - It leads to a long argument that progressively gets less loud, eventually, they're sitting next to each other and quietly talking. - Paul may be crying but they will not acknowledge that - They do not tell others that Paul was crying or that they re-bonded, The gang only knows when Pony rolls up to lunch like “The west side is playing Paul Newman :hehe: “ and Paul just sighs and goes “Let me finish my food.”

After all this Paul ends up being even more quiet about Bob bc god forbid this happens again he’d rather die, Two of the Curtis’ + Johnny knowing is enough for him. Stops wearing Bob’s ring and avoids anything that reminds him about it However, he does maybe talk to Darry about it a little bit every so often. Mostly when he's drunk.

Darry: "This is your sixth beer in an hour, what’s got you so upset?" Paul, muffled: "Bob would’ve been 20 today" Darry: :bro: “Oh-“

Glad that the other writers amuse my habits

[travelingmaster-inspirations]

"I want you on your best behavior girls. Is that understood?" I said.

"Yes Mistress!" they all said in perfect unison.

I smiled and went to open the door.

"Thank you for your patience Josh. Come right in." I said, stepping aside to let him in.

"Thanks!" he said. "Oh wow... You weren't kidding huh?"

"I rarely do." I said as I followed him to the bed.

"Ok I have to admit..." he said after looking at the obedient kneeling girls nervously. "This feels completely bonkers... Like... At any moment you'll all burst out laughing or something..."

"I assure you nothing like that will happen." I said, taking the time to move to the other side of the bed so I could stand next to Becky while still facing my client. "As we've discussed before, this is very real and my goal is to earn your patronage..." I said, letting my hand comb her short mane. "It wouldn't make sense to make fun of perspective clients now would it?"

"No I guess not..." he said, still visibly nervous. "But come on... You have to admit that what you are offering is kind of out there..."

"I prefer to think of my service as... Unique." I said, winking at him. "All though I'm sure you'll agree that pimping out pretty girls is hardly anything new."

"Right..." he said, swallowing nervously. "So... You are saying that I can choose one of these girls and... Huh... They'll be my girlfriend for 2 weeks?"

"For the next 2 weeks at least, I guarantee that the girl you pick... And pay for... Will believe with all her heart that she's your girlfriend... Mistress... Human pet... Slave... Which ever tickles your fancy..." I said. "As long as you take care of her basic needs and she comes back to me unharmed, she'll be ANYTHING you want her to be."

"And... Huh... They won't mind?" he asked.

"Of course they won't..." I said, caressing Becky's mane once more. "Or to be more precise... They CAN'T mind..."

"So you've mentioned..." he said looking back at my 3 smiling slaves. "But I'll admit I still have a hard time believing that hypnosis and brainwashing could really give you THAT much control over your friends..."

"Oh Honey..." I said, letting my hand follow her main all the way to her cleavage. "You don't have to believe in any of that to be able to enjoy the fruits of it..."

To make my point, I casually grabbed her top and pulled it down to expose both perky tits. As expected, Becky showed no sign at all that she registered, which had the intended effect of making Josh's jaw drop. I let him enjoy the sight for a few moments before lifting the top back over her tits.

"I... I guess you're right..." he said, swallowing hard. "Wow..."

"I can tell you enjoyed that..." I said. "And just think... If you rent out one of my girls, her tits will be all yours to enjoy however you want for those 2 weeks... In fact... ALL of her will be yours to enjoy... When ever... How ever you want..." I said, kissing the top of Becky's head. "I give you my personal guarantee that each of these girls have been extensively trained thanks to the... 'Cooperation'... of one of my rather largely hung boy toys. So you don't have to worry about anything you ask them to do because unless you're packing something overly excessive, these fine girls will be able to handle it without any issues."

"Huh... Boy toy?" he asked, looking at me.

"What?" I said straitening up with a coy little smile. "Did you think I only hypnotized girls? No my dear... I have my own little toys to play with outside of my side business and thankfully, it happened to come in handy when it was time to teach these girls all there was to know about pleasing the opposite sex. You wouldn't believe how convenient it is to be able to condition a man to only cum when I authorize it." I said, walking slowly around the bed. "Makes for incredible sex of course... But it's also incredibly erotic to coach my girls through their gag reflex when they use a real cock instead of a boring old dildo..."

"Wait... You can do that? I mean... Block a guy's... Huh... Release?" he said.

"Of course I can..." I said as I walked up to him. "In fact... If 'stamina' is a problem for you... I also offer help in that department..."

"Right... Huh..." he said, visibly uncomfortable with my proximity. "But I mean... If I huh... You know... Would happen to... Need that... NOT that I'm saying I do!"

"Of course..." I said, trying to comfort his obvious discomfort. "But then again... Having extra stamina to be able to enjoy all the pleasures of your rental does sound pretty nice... Right?"

"Right..." he said, swallowing again. "So... If I would huh... Be interested... Then... Huh... That means I have to... Huh... Let you hypnotize me and what not... Right?"

His gaze slid sideways to look meaningfully at my 3 thralls.

"Correct..." I said, chuckling softly as I placed a manicured finger under his chin, pulling his focus back to me. "You'd have to... Hmm... 'Let me' hypnotize you... You'd have to peer deep into my eyes and allow yourself to relax into them... Because you know that if you do... If you listen to my soft soothing voice and focus all your attention on me... I'll give you unending pleasure... Stamina in spades to properly enjoy the helpless thrall you are renting to fulfill your wildest fantasy... I know that's something you want... Something you wish for... Something you want to surrender to... Isn't that right Josh?"

It took him a while to process what I was saying as I watched his eyes slightly glaze over with fascination and lust. But as my low voice died down, his mind understood he needed to voice his desire.

"Yes..." he said softly, making me smile.

Dilemmas... Dilemmas...

Josh was clearly the type of man I could easily hypnotize and as it always did when I found someone like him, my mind thought up a million fun things I could make him do once he was properly conditioned and enthralled.

He was handsome enough, but very shy and awkward. The former was always a good bonus and the latter could easily be worked on as I brainwashed him.

However, I did have plenty of boy toys already and I was looking for income more than I was looking for new sources of pleasure. Which meant that it was better to keep my libido in check.

Even IF he was such a tempting target...

Or maybe...

I could see how far I can take him and slip in a few suggestions that would ensure he keeps coming back...

I didn't break eye contact, but my focus went to my 3 obedient thralls on the bed and I forced myself not to laugh because I knew that once he got a taste of one of them, he wouldn't need much convincing to rent them again...

Although a little reinforcement couldn't hurt...

Right?

[sophieinwonderland]

Episode 4 of Responding to the "Sophie is Dangerous Doc": On Genders and Slurs

If you haven't seen my other posts on this:

Episode 1 (Block Evasion Allegations) Episode 2 (All Tibetan Buddhists are Monks) Episode 3 (Survivor's Network) Episode 3.5 (Hate Groups)

Let's just get right into this!

First, just noting that I absolutely H*TE the culture online around censoring sl*rs where this is a t*rrible word nobody should say, BUT it's totally okay if you replace ONE vowel with an asterisk. Mostly because, when reading it in their heads, I'm certain most everyone is going to instantly read the slur as the slur, and it should be just as triggering to those who would be triggered by it. This isn't specifically an issue with the author but more collective st*pidity of the internet.

Here I went through the trouble of, after realizing I had messed up, to at least replace the whole word with "the T-slur" when all I needed to do was write "tr*nny." Silly me. (This is the only time I'll be writing it that way in this post. I just really need to illustrate how stupid I find this whole thing.)

This bare-minimum censorship while being outraged over saying a slur is just a tad too ridiculous to me to take seriously.

Context...

This came about during an argument with someone over the word endogenic. They were arguing, in essence, that because the word "endogenous" may have had vague ties to Freud fakeclaiming trauma, the word "endogenic" was bad because it's the same word.

My point was to illustrate how even if this was true and endogenous was offensive, two words can sound similar and have the same roots with similar literal meanings with one still being offensive and the other not. The example I gave was how trans/transgender are perfectly fine terms while the t-slur is bad despite both having the same roots and literal meanings. Connotations of specific words matter. Not just their roots.

I apologized after seeing how that affected people because I wasn't aware of the severity of the term.

Derogatory terms aren't all equal, and while there are certain pejoratives that you never should say, ever... others are generally acceptable in neutral contexts when not using them as an insult.

My mistake here was not being educated in which category this particular pejorative fell under.

On our gender...

A huge part of this narrative is the idea that I just suddenly for the first time ever decided to identify as genderfluid because I was under fire.

This is, like much of what is said in this document, completely false.

I had previously posted about how being a system with multiple genders makes our system's body more accurately described as genderfluid.

This post was back in August of 2022. Well before the slur discourse in May of 2023.

I believe there were other posts but they're hard to find because Tumblr searches are bad. (I used google to find this one.)

The idea that the body/system is technically genderfluid isn't something I invented out of thin air for that one discussion, but is something that had been on my mind for a long time, and something I had talked about before.

While I won't blame the author for not having an encyclopedic knowledge of every post I ever made. This is yet another instance of accusations and assertions without ever even bothering to confirm if they were true.

This lack of due diligence is a massive theme in the "Sophie is dangerous" document.

If anyone had asked me if I had made public statements referring to our body being genderfluid, I could have answered and provided a source.

In fact, the author quotes me saying that I've always considered the body genderfluid, even highlighting it...

But didn't once think, as any reasonable person would have in this situation, that there may be evidence of this out there.

Instead, the author lazily repeats the lie that this was something new I just suddenly decided for the sake of this one argument.

Transness...

There are a couple problems.

First, let's start with the point near the end about being queer. Because my point was more than that.

It was that genderfluidity is not merely queer, but specifically on the transgender spectrum as seen below:

My position is actually that any system with fronting headmates of a different gender than their AGAB is genderfluid to an extent. And because of this, is on the transgender spectrum. (Regardless of whether they identify as transgender or not.)

Slipper Slopes and Bad Precedents.

This is a ridiculous take meant to try to villainize me. And is a bit of revisionist history at that.

I initially apologized and did explain that the intent was not to reclaim the term, and that I didn't feel comfortable reclaiming it. I stand by that.

I didn't cast myself as a victim over people being upset by it.

After my apology, I listened to numerous transgender systems who were uncomfortable with the topic that arose from that, and uncomfortable with the people taking issue with a girl in an AMAB body using the T-slur.

There is a lot of underlying complexity here that I believe needed to be addressed.

Because simply apologizing without addressing these other issues sets a precedent that I didn't want to be setting.

I wasn't going to let the takeaway from that conversation be "individual headmates can't reclaim slurs, even ones they could be called, unless they directly identify by the specific term for the experiences they have."

I've never been called the T-slur. But as more systems are out publicly and headmates of different genders are expressing their gender, it's likely that they'll be victims of transphobia.

Systems with multiple genders are, as a whole, genderfluid.

Genderfluidity is on the transgender spectrum. Regardless of whether they identify as transgender or not.

And it's pretty weird to try to police the language people on the transgender spectrum use based on whether they specifically call themselves transgender or not.

My biggest problem with the whole discourse around that topic is that it ultimately presents an intrusive ideology that is super concerned with policing the specific terms GNC people use and identify by. And worse, it presents the gender of systems as less important than those who have varying genders for other reasons.

The precedents you set don't exist in a vacuum. The fact is that you are arguing this at the same time that sysmeds have resorted to maliciously misgendering endogenic systems, justifying it under the basis that it's not actual misgendering because the headmate with those genders aren't real.

Something which, if you remember from the previous episode, the OP of the "Sophie is dangerous document" doesn't believes counts as real misgendering.

In the end, it's a very slippery slope from "female headmates in AMAB bodies with gender dysphoria can't reclaim transgender slurs" to "gender discrimination against headmates is totally separate to that faced by trans people and misgendering headmates isn't as bad as misgendering real transgender people."

And this is a slippery slope the author of the document appears to have fallen straight down and crashed face-first on.

[uchiwife]

pairing : itachi uchiha x sakura haruno

[No Uchiha Massacre]

cw: hospital, arguing, mention of an injury, mention of poison. Some implied feelings(sort of) ANGST.

wc: 1,248

a/n : English is not my mother tongue, so please excuse me for any mistakes I might commit in it. ꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

Part2 , Part 3

“Where do you think you're going?!”

Sakura's voice snapped, glaring at another of what she called "difficult patients." The man didn't seem fazed by the medic-nin's irritation, instead, he was finishing putting on his second sandal. He had been here far too long for his taste. Four days, sure, but it was already four days too long.

“Home.”

She clenched her jaw. Hell no! He'd just had surgery a few days ago, there's no way he's leaving now.

“No.”

“What do you mean 'no'?”

“You can't leave, Itachi. I didn't give you permission to do so. You're coming out of a pretty heavy operation. You need to rest.”

Itachi narrowed his eyes, a wave of displeasure washing over him.

“I'm fine. And I have some business that can't wait.”

“If you mean missions, I've cancelled them.”

“You what?”

If he was displeased at first, now he was downright annoyed. He didn't understand the point of occupying a bed he no longer needed. He was feeling better, so as far as he's concerned, he could leave.

“You heard me.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Don't give me that look.”

Itachi closed his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath.

“Sakura, you had no right to do that. It's not your decision to make. I appreciate your concern, but it is not necessary. It's up to me to say whether or not I can handle a mission.”

“Like hell I can't! I'm the one who had to fix the damage done to your body, so I assure you that I'm in a very good position to make that kind of decision. Besides, Shishou agrees with me.”

“You have already discussed this with Hokage-sama?”

She shrugged as Itachi took a step forward, heading for the door. Too bad for him, Sakura blocked his way.

“What do you think you're doing!?”

“I'll go talk to the Hokage. Now step aside.”

“She won't agree with you on this, Itachi. She trusts my judgment and if I tell her you need to be taken off the mission roster, you will be.”

“What right do you have—”

She cut him off ;

“In my capacity as a doctor. I outrank you in the chain of command when we are within these walls. Deal with it.”

Sakura probably had a secret death wish, how else could she explain addressing one of the most feared ninjas in the village like that? Fuck, feared even in several nations! But she couldn't let him leave the hospital. He had almost not made it. Of course, she had managed to save him, but, the amount of poison found in his chakra system was nothing to sneeze at. She could see that he was irritated. She knew him well by now and normally she wouldn't have been so insolent with him, but, as she had said, she was the boss in this hospital. En plus, his father would be sure to ostracize her if anything happened to his precious and talented older son.

“This is ridiculous.”

Stubborn as he is, Itachi wasn't going to let it happen. That's why he was determined to go and discuss it with the Hokage. He respected orders, Itachi submitted to Tsunade Senju's authority because it was his duty as a Loyal Shinobi of Konoha, but that wasn't going to stop him from using his persuasive skills on the woman. He had done it before, and he's still alive to talk about it, isn't he? He had dodged the cup of Sake she had once thrown at him, he could very well do the same with her stapler. His decision made, Itachi headed for the door once again.

“Ita—”

“For God's sake, stop it! You are really annoying me.”

The words had come out of his mouth without him realizing it. He was exasperated and the days spent in that hospital bed plus the rest were getting on his nerves.

Sakura gasped, forgetting even what she was going to say, caught off guard by his outburst. A long silence ensued.

Those words again...

Always these words.

It stung.

It hurt. A lot.

She felt the familiar sting of tears at the corners of her eyes. An ironic smile tugged at her lips. Apparently, it ran in the family. She remembered all those times when she was younger, Sasuke had said those same words to her. It had always hurt her a little, but this was worse. Because Itachi was not unaware of how Sakura had been treated by his little brother. He even intervened once. Of course, as Sasuke had grown up, he had eventually apologized, in his own weird way, sure, but he had apologized. She had forgiven him. Because that's what she does : She forgives. She had her heart on her sleeve.

It doesn't mean that she forgets, but she cares about Sasuke and that time was already long gone. She knew why Sasuke had been so hard on her, he had explained the reasons, the pressure he felt to live up to his father's expectations, the pressure he put on himself to be as good as his brother. He had simply vented his frustration where he could. It wasn't fair, but she was the one who took the brunt of it. And she understood, really. But Itachi, what was his excuse? She’d talked to him about it. They had talked about it in private. She had told him about that part of her life, as silly as it might seem to others to feel hurt by mere words, but he had understood. He had even apologized for his brother's attitude and assured her that she was far from annoying or weak.

She thought he, more than anyone else, understood the weight of those particular words. Apparently, they were just empty words. She should have known better. Never trust what a man says when he's lost in pleasure and between your legs. Serves her right.

Foolish little girl.

The silence stretched, but Sakura refused to show even a hint of weakness. She would not cry. She took a breath and grabbed the clipboard on the small table and scribbled down some instructions and a prescription and then signed the discharge form, which stated that he was being discharged against medical advice. She then handed him the paper with a blank look.

“As you wish then, Uchiha-san.”

Itachi's eyes widened slightly, surprised to hear his last name, by the change in her demeanor. And he knew. He just knew. He had fucked up.

"Sakur-" he tried to reach out to her, but she shied away, cutting him off with that cold, professional tone. So impersonal compared to earlier.

“Please, leave. I still have patients to attend to. I wish you a speedy recovery.”

He sighed. He knew better than to insist. This was not the right time. He took his discharge and walked to the door. He paused, his hand on the doorknob.

“I'll see you later.” He said softly and it almost sounded like a question.

The only thing Itachi could see was her back. There was no indication that she had heard him, and if she had, she didn't acknowledge him.

When the door finally shut and she no longer felt the ANBU captain's chakra nearby, she let a choked sob echo through the empty room.

Maybe it was true what they say: words hurt more than blows. And the Uchihas really knew how to hurt her.

[shiftingconfessions]

Why getting offended over something ANOTHER person will do in ANOTHER reality? It has nothing to do with you, regardless if you agree or not with their choices. The problems of THIS reality are the problems of THIS reality. To get into shifting, first accept infinity. Accept that shifting is not moral, ethic, logical. Accept real change. Your choosen life is not a book. You are not writing a book. It's not a show people from here will be watching.

This will probably be the last time I speak about it. Don't commit to something you can't understand or don't care to understand. Don't commit to a practice you don't really know about. You'll get into shifting and see people publicly saying they are doing something in their dr's you don't agree with. You know what to do about that? Absolutely nothing. If you can't accept this, maybe shifting is not for you.

Ego, misinformation, lies aren't welcome in spirituality or any cosmic practice either. Log off TikTok. Log off Instagram. Shifting is not on the screen, neither on your head. Try taking it a little more seriously instead of a fun hobby that came out of TikTok. Do not trust everything blindly. What others say of shifting (especially the new age) cannot always be true.

There are people who lie about their experiences and get away with it because everyone refuses to NOT believe everything. Seriously, stop believing every pseudo post online.

You may not agree with me. That's completely fine. Still, in these last few years, TikTok surely made people start twisting and confusing the practice. In science and spirituality, experimenting, learning, and studying is essential. Also, yes, shifting can be a mix of beliefs. Yes, people can believe in whatever they want, but it becomes dangerous when it crosses the line. I'll always say this: be careful with yourself, your limits and mental health. Do not let the despair or urgency mess with your head.

Also, if someone race changes, ages themselves down or whatever they do with THEIR lives is THEIR choice. You clearly don't understand anything about infinity if you keep bothered by people doing these things. "It's bad" "only x people believe it's okay", literally, you haven't known the real community to say this. There are people from multiple races who race changes in their dr's, age themselves down, do whatever they want. You should do what makes you comfortable. Infinity is not about what's right and wrong. It doesn't exist when we talk about multiverse/reality switching. Most of these cases are stupid and most of these people won't even come back after they shift, stop being so bothered. Later, you complain that no one shares stories or dr things anymore. The community is dying etc etc. Of course it is and it will keep on fading away because of stupid shaming you do towards other's lives that has NOTHING to do with yours. Absolutely nothing. YOU create problems that don't even exist in the whole shifting concept and if you hate this, go to a reality where everything is exactly as you want. Every shifter follows what you want them to. You're also a shifter, right?

Infinity is not a fairytale and it can be quite "ugly" to our human minds. Man made laws do not apply to this. It's not about having no morals, but about understanding that the whole shifting concept doesn't need them. Infinity doesn't need it. Spirituality doesn't need it. People have free will, as well as you. You can have your opinions, but shifting is not about that. You keep killing the practice every time you be like "this is bad" "this is wrong" "this is problematic" If you think so, then quit, or at least try to be more open minded. You have the option to block people and ignore them if you don't agree with them. You have the option to quit if you can't fathom the rawness of shifting.

Take care of YOUR lives. Do not create discussions over all of it. Personally, I think these opinions are just personal thoughts of a quite closed minded person. Don't speak about infinity if you're going to keep making posts about "shifting things that don't sit well with me", "things you shouldn't do in your Dr" etc. It doesn't sit well with you because you can't understand the practice and what you're trying to do. You all want to be spiritual and shift but only when it's romanticized and "polite". When the real spirituality and the real shifting comes through, you get weirded out. You know why? That's because you don't understand a single thing of what you claim to be. You're just trying to be trendy, most probably. Non-human things won't adapt to your tiny human mind. YOU adapt to them.

I won't try to change your mind. I have no obligation. If you want to keep pretending to understand things and then keep making up discussions, it's your problem. You learn spirituality off TikTok and Instagram and go around claiming to be spiritual. You learn shifting off TikTok and go around claiming to be a shifter. Get outside and start truly learning something for once.

"I studied and still think it's wrong" then don't practice, or at least, stop sharing your opinions as solid facts/rules. Stop shaming others. Keep it to yourself. You're not "calling problems out", you're CREATING problems. You're making a new shifting inside your head to adapt to yourself. YOU adapt to shifting, not the opposite.

"this community is so problematic" then quit. No one is holding you hostage. I ain't going to be the good positive affectionate shifter that will keep trying to motivate you. Besides, you hating on race changers or people who do "wrong" things in their dr's, yet, you use THEIR methods, THEIR informations. Hope you know that. If you're unhappy, then start doing your own stuff and, again, shift to a reality where the community has the same thoughts as you etc.

I had more to say, but I'll just stop by here because I know these words won't change anything. Some of you just see shifting as a fanfiction and treat spirituality as an accessory and your behavior shows it.

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[raveimp]

✜ Yo, Here's Raven.

My name is pronounced "ra-vehn" instead of "rei-vuhn". I use GMT+7 time.

Currently I make Minecraft stuff (vanilla-dungeons-legends-earth); - Drawing in blocky style. - Writing. - Create Minecraft concepts. (but mostly about ocs, I don't know anything about MC Story Mode.)

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[silantryoo]

kim minji x non-idol!pham!reader (fluff)

WARNINGS ; n/a

"if you break her heart, i'll kill you."

minji gave hanni a side eye as she straightened her hair. she never asked hanni to set her up with you in all honesty. the vietnamese girl had just approached her randomly one day, saying that her older cousin was here and that they seemed to fit well with each other.

(hanni didn't tell her the real reason she set them up was that minji was painfully single and so were you)

"it's the first date." minji turned the iron off and put it down, carefully inspecting her clothes. she tried not to dress too flashy, afraid that she was going to be recognized on the spot. "nothing bad is gonna happen."

"first dates are usually where people get murdered the most." haerin stated, laughing as hanni shot their leader a glare.

"murder her and i'll murder you."

"i won't!" minji looked hanni up and down, wondering why she was so protective all of a sudden. she looked over to the cat-eyed girl giggling beside them. "haerin, bro..."

haerin shrugged, the two girls following their leader as she went to the front door. there, both danielle and hyein were waiting, discussing which shoes would go best with the girl's outfit. minji didn't choose either.

instead, she went with casual sneakers (jordan 1 low cuts). she wasn't there to impress (liar).

hyein squealed, sitting beside the older girl as she tied her shoes. "unnie's gonna fall in love!"

minji shook her head, standing up as she grabbed her wallet. "it's just a first date."

hyein rolled her eyes, immediately squishing her own cheeks up and making a kissy face. haerin watched the younger girl with a small mischievous smile, and flicked her nose. hard. hanni laughed at the two as minji sighed, too tired (and too late) to worry about something like this. she turned to the austrailian girl.

minji shook her head as she opened the door. "dani, you're--"

"i'm in charge!" danielle gave her a reassuring smile.

"behave." she pointed at the other girls, stopping at the youngest. "i'm looking at you, hyein."

hyein looked away, rubbing her nose lightly.

"i'll be back in two hours." minji informed over her shoulder as she exited.

the girls watched as minji left. as soon as the door closed, hyein chased after the cat-like girl while hanni pulled her phone out to record.

danielle watched and took a deep breath. if this was going to make minji happy, she would do her best, even if it killed her.

minji sat idly at a bench a couple blocks away from hybe hq. she looked at her watch, realizing that she was not late at all. in fact, she had put it in her schedule that the date started at 6:30 instead of 7:00, knowing that she was going to be late.

so here she was at 6:35PM on a friday, sitting at some playground as she waited for some stranger that she didn't even know the name of.

minji sighed, feeling a light tap on her shoulder.

she turned around, seeing a slightly shorter girl than her looking down with a curious smile behind her mask. she didn't seem like a newjeans fan, most of them being younger than her. the girl seemed older, dressed in laid-back but fashionable clothes that screamed 'put together'.

"you're kim minji, right?"

minji suppressed a frown, just wanting to enjoy the night without anyone bugging her. she was grateful for her fans, but she needed some time to herself too.

"uh," minji plastered on a smile. "do you want an autograph?"

the girl in front of her laughed, her eyes turning into crescents. if minji hadn't been so offended, she would've found herself smiling back at the masked girl.

"no." you took off your mask, revealing your face. minji's eyes widened. "i'm y/n pham. well, pham y/n here."

you waited for minji to speak, watching as the surprised girl blinked at you. you looked around, wondering if she had been your cousin's member or if she was just a random girl on the park bench.

"you're my date?" minji whispered, not sure if she was dreaming.

you gave a half smile. "disappointed?"

minji shook her head. "no!"

you giggled at the girl's quick response. she expected you to look more similar to hanni, maybe a little more foreign. and as pretty as hanni was (because she is), minji didn't expect you to look so... stunning.

"i'm joking." you laughed. you looked at your watch, realizing that your reservation for 7:30 was coming up soon. you turned to face minji. "should we go?"

minji nodded with a slight blush on her face, standing up and dusting herself off. "yes."

she was definitely going to thank hanni later.

'sorry for the inconvenience but due to certain circumstances listed below, we will be closed for the rest of the day.'

minji rubbed the side of her head, staring at the piece of paper that was taped to the restaurant door.

beside her, you watched with a frown on your face. hanni had told you that she was sure that this blind date was going to be perfect because the other girl was known to plan things extremely meticulously.

you were flattered, but you honestly preferred spontaneity.

"it's okay." you reassured her, smiling at her furrowed eyebrows.

she had planned this out perfectly, even asking hanni what your favorite types of food were so she could scour the entire area for a restaurant around that price range.

"i'm so sorry." she turned around to face you. "i made a reservation and they confirmed it but i had no idea they would close today."

"it's fine, really." you smiled, turning to the piece of paper as you read the rest of the text on the bottom. "they said their cat died so..."

"oh."

you turned to minji, finding her scratching her cheek in embarrassment. you looked around, finding a small garden/playground across the street.

"i don't mind a park date." you gestured to the opposite side of the street, cracking a grin. "i could use some exercise. my legs are already starting to crack."

you offered minji your hand, watching her stare at it. she looked at you, her mask hiding her smile but you could tell from her eyes. gently, she wrapped her hand around yours, the two of you feeling soft sparks dancing up your arms.

she gave your hand a squeeze. "okay."

you gave her a smile, gently guiding her as the two of you made your way to the park. you were too focused on making it there that you didn't notice that minji had been observing you, a small smile covered by her mask.

the two of you quickly arrived, slowing down to watch as children played and as the leaves blew past the two of you. you two walked in silence for a while, taking in the feeling of ambiance around the two of you.

minji hasn't been this relaxed since before she was a trainee.

"what do you do?" she asked, making you turn your head. "like for work, i mean."

she felt you squeeze her hand, sending a blush to her face. "i'm the head graphic designer for samsung."

minji looked over at you with wide eyes.

"what?"

"yeah." you laughed as she scratched the back of her head, suddenly feeling as if she wasn't doing enough with her life. "i started when i was about 17? it's fun."

minji cleared her throat as she tried to compose herself. "so you like to draw?"

"not really." you shrugged, looking over to her with soft eyes. "i just like it when things look pretty."

"oh." minji could feel herself blushing as she lifted her mask up higher. she looked away from your teasing eyes. "that's cool."

you smiled. you couldn't help but adore minji's flustered face.

the two of you continued to walk, the sun barely out as grey clouds above your head started to form. the wind blew slightly stronger, and mothers were quietly ushering their kids away from the open areas.

you two would've noticed, if you hadn't been so occupied with each other.

"how long have you trained for?" you asked.

minji thought to herself, trying to count in her head. "i've been in the company for six years, i think."

"six?" your eyes widened. you couldn't imagine being committed for something that long just for a shot that wasn't guaranteed. "that would make you..."

"eighteen now." minji smiled at you, causing you to grin. "i started when i was twelve."

"i see." you felt yourself nod, your eyes suddenly glued to hers. "so you're younger than me. that's cute."

minji lifted her mask up again, trying to hide her face. "you like to flirt a lot, huh?"

you tilted you head. "do you not like it?"

"no," minji shook her head, moving slightly closer to you. "i like it."

you nodded, giving a small smile before feeling something land on your forehead. you looked up, noticing the gray clouds as minji looked down, seeing the splatters of water hit the ground.

she furrowed her eyebrows. there had only been a 20% chance of rain today. she had checked before leaving. if she had known it was going to rain, she would've brought an umbrella.

"oh shit." before you can register, the rain soon fell hard onto the two of you.

the sound of leaves blowing soon turned into heavy rainfall as the two of you swore at the clouds above.

luckily, you had been wearing a waterproof windbreaker. you took it off quickly and wrapped it over minji's head, guiding the two of you to the nearest overhead shelter. unfortunately, there were none in sight.

"i'm so sorry." minji shouted over the rain. she took her mask off as it was too wet to breathe in. "i really didn't know it was going to rain."

"it's okay!" you smiled, taking yours off as well. you pulled her closer to the middle of the park, the trees swaying with the strong breeze. "i like the rain."

"you're getting wet." she yelled once more, gripping the jacket over her head.

"it's just water." your eyes lit up as rain threatened to spill into them. "c'mon, kim minji. let's play together."

you gave her a warm smile, one that made her forget that she was standing in the middle of the cold.

minji found herself smiling back, taking off the jacket and no longer caring about her perfectly straightened hair that she had spent hours on.

"okay."

minji felt free.

the rain stopped ten minutes after.

the two of you spent the entire time running around the park like little kids, bringing her back to her elementary days. the two of you never let your hands go, afraid that the other would slip out of your grasp. but soon the rain took a toll on the two of you and you had to break apart.

minji didn't mind though. she's never had more fun in her life.

she watched as you squeezed out the water in your clothes, your stomach grumbling.

"i'm hungry."

minji nodded. "me too."

you looked around, finding a bright yellow cart a couple meters away from where the two of you were standing.

"that vendor is open." you pointed. the two of you walked up, minji digging in her sweater for her wallet as the two of you got closer. "bungeoppang!"

the older man looked between the both of you, a lingering stare at minji.

minji panicked for a second, realizing that she wasn't wearing her mask anymore.

luckily, you noticed and took his attention away from the idol. "can we have four custard ones please?"

the man nodded, quickly doing his job before handing over the bag of custard-filled bread.

he looked at the two of you. "ten thousand won, please."

"ten thousand? for four?" minji's eyes widened, gripping her wallet as she glared at the balding man. "are you trying to rip us off?"

"hey, lady," he snarled back. "food is expensive to make, y'know?"

minji squinted, wanting nothing more than to mouth him off but refrained from doing so. her idol image was at stake, and so was her entire date.

"minji, it's fine." she felt you squeeze her forearm, making her entire face go red. she looked away as you grabbed your wallet and paid. "here you go."

"thank you." the older man smiled and turned his head to the idol. "learn to be more like your friend."

minji scoffed as her head shot up. "you know wha--"

"thank you for the food!" you grabbed her wrist, pulling her away from the man who cursed under his breath. "have a nice day!"

you continued to pull minji away, making your way back to the front of the restaurant that the two of you were supposed to go to. the two of you sat on the wet curb.

you let go of minji's arm, giving her one of the fish-shaped buns.

minji bit into it, hating the fact that it was good. "what a ripoff."

"i know, right?" you muttered with a smile, finding it cute that the younger girl was so aggravated.

she turned to you with a sorry look.

"sorry for making you pay." minji fiddled with her wallet again. "i have money if you--"

"it's just ten thousand won." you interrupted, minji watching as you got custard on your nose. "don't worry about it, okay?"

she laughed, taking another bite. "okay."

the two of you ate in silence, with you eventually realizing that something had gotten on your nose after accidentally hitting it with your hand. you wiped it off quickly as you looked at the setting sun.

"the sky is really pretty right now," you whispered, making her look up at the now cloudless sky.

minji nodded. "it is."

you turned your head towards her, carefully looking over her features. you were grateful that your younger cousin had debuted, especially since you got to meet the prettiest idol to ever walk the earth.

you bit the side of your cheek as her eyes wandered around the sky. "so are you."

minji turned to you, red dusting her entire face.

"oh."

you winced, looking back down at your food. "too much?"

"maybe." minji shrugged, moving slightly closer to you as she tried to suppress the cold finally hitting her. "but i like it."

minji watched as you nodded, wrapping your windbreaker around her. you send her a grin, your face illuminated by the fading sun. she couldn't help but stare at you as you turned your focus to your bread, devouring it like you haven't eaten for ages.

minji felt warmth spread across her shivering body.

you and minji decided to end your date soon after you had finished your overpriced food.

you were scared that she would get sick and didn't want to face the wrath (read: constant spamming) of your younger cousin asking for compensation (also read: money).

you walked her up to the hallway of the hybe dorms, looking around as the luxurious white hallways echoed in the silence.

"this is your dorm, right?" you asked softly, squeezing her hand.

you looked over to the window, swearing that you had saw your cousin's head just a second ago.

you shook your head, focusing on the girl in front of you as hyein, hanni, danielle, and haerin peaked from the blinds.

"yeah, this is mine." minji nodded. she let go of your hand gently. "i'm so sorry about the date today. if you don't want to go on a second one, i u--."

"i want to." you couldn't help but bite your lip at her confused look. "i like you, kim minji. you're cute."

"oh."

"yeah. oh." you teased, making her blush. you looked at her as she fiddled with her hands. "give me your phone."

minji nodded, swearing that she heard danielle and hyein squeal (had she lost her mind? probably). "okay."

you quickly entered your number saving it as 'y/n <3'. you gave it back to the younger girl. "text me as soon as possible, okay?"

"okay." minji nodded. she'll definitely text you tonight.

you smiled at her, the two of you staring at each other, waiting for one to speak. inside, the four members watched with bated breaths, wondering what was going to happen next.

you leaned up slightly, giving her cheek a light kiss.

"bye, kim minji." you whispered, minji realizing that this was the first time she's seen you blush.

she nodded, watching as you walked away. "bye."

her eyes trained on your fading figure as she felt herself get yanked inside.

the door closed behind her, and she immeadietly got bombarded with questions.

"i was joking about you falling in love, unnie."

"did you have fun?! did you guys kiss?"

"are you sure that was hanni's cousin? she seems too pretty."

"you wanna die, kang haerin?"

minji turned to hanni, giving her a hug. "thank you."

the four girls looked at each other.

"what the fuck, bro?"

> main masterlist.

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 42 – ANIMAL FIC

AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT: Neverever

If I could, I would rec everything Neverever has ever written, because I love their fics so much. But alas, I'll restrain myself to the animal-related ones. Neverever always comes through with amazing concepts, and they truly have a gift for dialogue and characterization. Their Tony especially is one of my favorites.

Here's some of their work that I think you should check out:

Late for a Very Important Date

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 5,465 Tags: Multiverse, Iron Mouse and Captain Americat, Mutual Pining

Summary: It's routine mission for the Avengers Team until Tony finds a mystery box. Suddenly, instead of Iron Man, there is Iron Mouse. Who is very desperate to get back home for a very important deadline.

Reasons why I love it: All of the animal puns are sending me. And the thought of Steve going out to buy mouse-appropriate coffee mugs and furniture for their temporary guest is just about the cutest thing ever. I love this one, and I really hope you give it a shot for yourself!

Tony's Hoard

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 2,481 Tags: Magic, Dragon Tony, Hoarding

Summary: Tony is turning into a dragon, with interesting consequences for Steve.

Reasons why I love it: Aww, this one is so cute! I've always thought that Tony being a dragon makes hella sense with his character, and this fic nails all the similarities to a T. And Steve is such a sweetheart, it just makes me so happy. Definitely check this one out if you haven't, it's wonderful!

Five Times Iron Unicorn Stopped Steve From Asking Tony Out and The One Time He Didn't

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: G Words: 1,139 Tags: Unicorns, First Dates, Mutual Pining

Summary: Iron Unicorn and Steve don't see eye to eye about Tony.

Reasons why I love it: On the one hand, I'm glad that Tony has his unicorn looking out for him – which is a sentence I never thought I would say – but on the other hand they are a cock-blocking tease, and I'm glad they and Steve come to an understanding. This fic is super fun, and I highly suggest you check it out for yourself!

Expedition to the Savage Land

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 28,587 Tags: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Savage Lang, Spies & Secret Agents

Summary: Lord Tony Stark does not get along at all with Captain Rogers and wants little to do with him. Captain Rogers is lost and alone in world foreign to him. Fury appoints Captain Rogers to lead an expedition to the Savage Land to conduct scientific research on behalf of the New Explorers' Club and surprisingly Captain Rogers wants Stark to be his lead scientist. Tony would be fine with the expedition if he didn't have suspicions that the expedition is about more than research. And if Rogers hadn't brought his pet dinosaur along.

Reasons why I love it: The whole premise of this fic hooked me right from the start, and it never got any less intriguing. I love all of the discussions regarding the morals of having dinosaurs as pets, and Redwing is absolutely adorable. Also, there is some fantastic art by DragonK and zappedbysnow embedded, which you don't want to miss! This fic is amazing, and you should definitely give it a read!

The Pink Pony at the Bar

Pairing: Gen Rating: G Words: 1,932 Tags: Chance Meetings, Friendship, MLP Crossover

Summary: Steve Rogers goes into a bar and meets... Pinkie Pie! Steve is pushed through a portal and Pinkie Pie helps him get back home.

Reasons why I love it: The crossover I never knew I needed. Their conversation is super fun, and the mental image of Steve and Pinkie Pie sitting at a bar together just won't leave my brain, it's so good. I love this one, and I bet you will to!

[a-writers-blurbs]

A bit of a disclaimer ig...

Hi guys,

This is going to be a long post that sounds slightly rant-y & I'm going to apologize in advance for that. I am going to make exactly ONE post (this one) about this topic, and I will not be discussing it further or posting about it again. I will also not be responding to any negative comments but deleting them instead.

These are my personal opinions and [...not *trying* to sound rude, but there's no other way to say it...] a bunch of random people online aren't going to change my opinions.

My husband is an artist. He does canvas painting & draws comic books (think anti-hero dark horse). I paint furniture (kinda mini murals) & make chibi drawings. I've also been writing fanfiction since the late 90s.

That being said, this post is about AI art.

I get the controversy, I do. But I've heard this argument before, when fanfiction became more popularized. The whole "You're just stealing someone else's work & changing it up to call it your own" is (at its core) the same argument against AI. The only difference is that instead of you yourself changing it, you're allowing a machine to do it.

But I digress...

Over the last week, I have received several messages about my use of AI art. First & foremost, my stuff is appropriately tagged as AI.

Second, I don't sell or advertise these pictures in any way. In fact, none of them have been posted anywhere but here (as of 6/1/24).

Third, and probably most important, I DONT MAKE THEM FOR YALL. Fanfiction & fanart are a HOBBY. It is something that I do because I enjoy it and it destresses me. I DO NOT do it, hoping I'll get 1000s of followers, views, likes, etc. Every story I write, I print & bind for my library. I will now be doing the same with my AI pictures.

I have a condition that has a symptom called Maladaptive Daydreaming. Because of this, my head is full of an alarming amount of excruciatingly detailed & unrealistic scenarios and images. (To the point that it affects my everyday life).

I can't necessarily recreate the images in my mind without help & the only way to get rid of the random scenarios is to write them out. So I do write them. And now I use AI to help me get a BASE image. I do still go in myself and edit/redraw parts of each generated image to fit them to the characters I want them to represent. I do thus using digital art.

Granted, there's a whole other group of people that think digital art isn't real art... but that's a discussion for another day. Anyway...

TLDR:

I use AI art & will continue to despite some people's dislike. I will continue to delete any and all comments left publicly that are malicious, rude, or condescending. My stories & are are for me. If others enjoy it, great, that's freaking awesome. If not, there are literally thousands of other fanfic authors you can follow instead of me.

Again, I apologize, I know this sounds rude. But I need to be 100% transparent on this one. I am extremely grateful for every folllower & reader I have. I won't lie & say comments/positive interaction isn't a serotonin boost because it is. Yall also give me more motivation to actually complete a story vs. moving on to the next idea. But I'm not going to change the way I do things to appease someone I don't even know.

This is one of the few things I enjoy doing in my free time & have been doing it for 25 years now, and in the last 5 or so years ALL fandoms have gotten so toxic its hard to enjoy anything anymore. Last time it got like this, I simply stopped posting. I'd rather not do that again, but if people (who aren't even following me) don't leave me alone, I'll probably have to do it again, sadly.

But for now, hopefully this post will give people with different opinions to go ahead and block me from their feed. We're not going to agree so instead of wasting energy arguing, let's keep the peace & agree to stay off if each others feeds.

I won't judge you on your idea that you feel it's your duty to harass people over their choices & you won't judge me for enjoying something. 😉

Thank you for listening. Love yall & and I hope your day is blessed!

[the-delta-quadrant]

some anon in one of my culture blogs inboxes is really angry that i use -misia rather than -phobia to discuss bigotry against queer people (and fat people). every few days they slide in my inbox asking in definitely good faith (/s) why i use -misia instead of the more common -phobia because it "should be obvious from context" what i mean, and today they said "don't let the [queerantagonists] destroy our language"

and since this is bullshit and tumblr won't let me block anons for some reason, here's a little history lesson for you

it is not "our language". even if it was, it's abled queers' language because language that is ableist, saneist and harms mentally ill people is not "our language". you just don't consider disabled people part of your people, apparently. using the word phobia to describe hate and aversion is part of a bigger problem of people using mental illness to describe bad behaviour or behaviour that is unwanted ("narcissistic abuse", "trans people are being histrionic over their pronouns", "schizo", "crazy", "insane" as insults, "only someone who is mentally ill would do [very horrible thing]". these attitudes have real affects on mentally ill people, they get us attacked, institutionalised and killed because we're deemed to be inherently dangerous. the -phobia for bigotry thing is no different. this attitude has lead to so much trauma and i have personal history of specifically being bullied because people thought that me having phobias made me a bad person, and they specifically brought up the word homophobia. that's as deep as i'll go in because i've done enough talking about my trauma publicly recently lol.

aside from the harm done to mentally ill people, it also really, really downplays bigotry. if it's a mental illness, the poor bigots just can't help it. and here's where we get into the etymology of the term homophobia.

the term homophobia was coined by george weinberg, a straight psychologist who doesn't get a say on our language. he DID coin it as a mental illness, so any counter argument of how it wasn't meant that way immediately falls apart. in his coining of the word, he described phobias as "always leading to brutality", once again playing into the idea that mentally ill people are inherently dangerous. weinberg coined the "mental illness" homophobia as a defense for hate crimes - he LITERALLY created the gay panic defense. that is the origin of the term "homophobia", and thus all other bigotry terms that people slap the -phobia ending onto.

the very etymology of the word homophobia is so violently anti-queer. it is not "our language". it was nonqueer people's language to justify why we were murdered and attacked.

the word "homophobia" is literally the origin to "gay panic". it's literally the "clinical term" for gay panic.

how can you say that gay panic isn't real because it's hate and not panic but then insist on using the term homophobia?

and i don't really care if you want to "reclaim" the word because it's still fucking ableist.

and if anyone comes here to tell me "but oil is hydrophobic and it's not scared or mentally ill!" you'll get blocked because..

newsflash: mentally ill people are HUMAN, not a fucking lab experiment. don't talk about context if you don't understand how calling oil hydrophobic does fuck all harm but calling PEOPLE phobic to mean "something horrible" does.

i also don't care if it's "common" or more understood. it's not an excuse for ableism.

it's very ironic how many people will reblog like 100 gender terms a day but get crappy with me because they might have to learn a new word to avoid being ableist.

like, on my culture accounts i never even specifically talked about the -phobia suffix being ableist because i'm tired of being attacked. but even if i just use non-ableist language without saying anything about other language, i still get fucking harassed.

disabled people can't fucking win and it's so obvious you don't want us in the queer community if you consider ableist and anti queer language to be "our language" and part of our history or whatever the fuck.

if you get personally offended by disabled people pointing out ableism you're a piece of shit, but if you get personally offended by disabled people simply using non ableist language and not even saying anything about ableism, you're 10x the biggest piece of shit.

even if -phobia wasn't harmful in numerous ways, just imagine how pathetic you have to be to get angry at someone over how they talk about bigotry.

[thegodthief]

An Occasional Lurker™ asked...

Which hobby would you give a try if money, materials and space were handled?

I have to pick ONE?? And does it have to be a hobby I haven't yet stuck a finger in? If we're discussing something I haven't yet tried: Blacksmithing. Which sounds more like a job than a hobby, but in the (lack of) constraints that you have given, all the blocks that keep me from even being a helper to an established blacksmith is out of the way.

Blacksmithing would tick off a lot of personally satisfying activities in one category, while also giving the option of never being overly repetitive. How can a hobby that is mostly comprised of swinging a hammer on a hot piece of metal repeatedly not repetitive? I know enough about blacksmithing to know that the art of swinging that hammer is NOT just swinging the hammer.

Where to strike. How hard to strike. How to set up a particular strike three hits back. Even if it's a set of identical knives, no one knife is going to be hammered out identical to any other.

There's the pure physical aspect of it, but there's also the art of it. There's the satisfaction of taking something useless (scraps and/or raw ingots) and making something useful out of it, even if that useful thing is only good for looking at.

But if it's a hobby that I have given a try to before, then weaving. Though any loom the size of a room is more likely to eat me instead and I will never be heard from again. Bystanders will look at me with despair, saying that I have been enchanted by the loom and forced to weave until I waste away.

Nothing of the sort. I have always held threads in my hands, and I will admit that not having the time to get back to it has been detrimental to my health.

What food or snack would you prefer on a lazy afternoon?

Ooo... Trick Question™! (First I need to remember what lazy afternoons feel like.) Can't go wrong with a bowl of baby carrots. With hot sauce. And cottage cheese dusted with season salt.

Popcorn is always a favorite, but only if I'm doing something that can exist around butter. So I won't be eating popcorn if I'm going through some books.

You know what's good? A sandwich with sliced roast beef or turkey breast, colby jack cheese, a right thick layer of spinach leaves, on wheat bread that has just enough mayo to keep the seasoning in place.

But ya know... some thin sliced ham and provolone cheese rollups are good as well. If I have to choose between prosciutto and thin ham, I'll take whichever is less salty. Besides, I'm too busy putting the prosciutto on the roast beef sandwich.

I'm hungry, now, dammit.

Reader's choice, what topic could you happily talk about at length?

Keri.exe is taking too long to respond. Close or wait?

Uh...

WHICH ONE?!

My head is a Trivial Pursuit wheel of chance. I know a little about a lot of things, and I know enough to pretend I can connect the dots, and if the topic is a work of fiction, I will spin fanon tales on the spot about certain characters and how they interact in AUs.

One thing I have learned the hard way, is that there is a big difference between typing a few dozen thousand words and having a sit with a friend and talking their ears off even if the recipient of both actions is the same person.

When I go on a rant in DMs, my first message is "Wall of Words in progress, please come back later.", because I know I am going to plow so many words that Merriam-Webster should give me a commission for selling a dictionary to the recipient. But not every topic that is suited for DMs is suited for public posting nor is suited for a phone call nor is suited for a chat at a café.

What topic that I could happily talk about at length is completely dependent on who is the audience and how much time am I expected to fill (or meet).

I'm treating this question in bad faith, and I apologize, but as the answer is public I find myself wary of my phrasing. There is a terrible tendency on the Internet to treat everyone that is posting about anything is an Expert™ in the topic discussed. And many of the topics that I would gladly indulge in private DMs or a public meeting place are topics that I will NOT even comment on in a public post.

And that's bad.

And that's my problem.

And that's something I need to break myself of.

After all, someone told me recently that there is neither comfort nor safety in cowardice, and yes, I am a coward. I am afraid of being targeted, of being hurt, of saying something that will offend the people I look up to and they abandon me for it.

And funny how little things become the lock-pin that holds larger things in place.

I also think that I don't post like I used to because that same Internet tendency that views anyone with an opinion as an Expert™ also makes it hard to hold conversations about a topic. Posts become hills to die on and fortifications to defend. Having an opinion on the Internet is an act of war.

Or so I perceive the topic of topics on the Internet.

Perhaps my perception is incorrect.

Perhaps I'm typing furiously against clouds.

Or perhaps I'm going on at length about nothing.

Who knows.

:D

[karenandhenwillson]

The actual call out part of this whole thing

As said in the first post, I'm not naming names. I did tag two people in a post when I first involved myself in this situation. That was because I for one wanted them to see my response but I didn't want to reblog several other posts with the same post of myself, but I also talked about something one of them had said and mentioned a private conversation that at that point I could only assume had taken place with the second person and I didn't want to talk about them without them knowing. 

(Again, the rest is under the break. I've clearly had to many thoughts to share.)

I'm not in the habit of talking about people behind their back in public posts. So I tagged them with the thought that it would give them a chance to react for themselves either by commenting on the post, reposting themselves or reaching out to me in DMs. Instead the first person blocked me sight unseen and the second never talked to me at all and consequently blocked me sometime late on Tuesday judging by when I could still access their blog and when I couldn't anymore.

In reaction to being blocked by the first person, I included this in my next post:

Interestingly enough, the first person responded with this:

No idea where I called them childish, but whatever. It's honestly par for the course of them and their friends to put words in other people’s mouths, mostly with the goal to make them look bad. I'll discuss another instance in the post about communication, too.

Despite them blocking me, they clearly still got screenshots or maybe have a second account to watch the situation. (And yes, as I have screenshots, I've obviously also friends providing me with those.) Which is a ridiculous thing, honestly. Of course everyone has the right to curate their own online experience. But if you decide to block people in a debate, step out of the debate because you are actively making it impossible to communicate with you while still vague or not so vague posting about the situation on your own blog and actively trying to pull others into the debate to lead your attacks in your stead.

This person clearly made assumptions about what I meant with my comment about blocking conversations while complaining that the other side wasn't interested in those. And I don't know, but I felt it important from the very first moment to point out this wrong assumption. I didn't talk about them blocking the artist, I talked about them blocking me for nothing else but the audacity to back up the artist instead of bowing down to their opinion. (Also, reading what I wrote again, I also wonder how the confusion could have been created at all. I clearly said I couldn't reblog some posts because I was blocked by the person who creaed the blog. How do you go from there to me talking about the artist?)

Edit: It was just pointed out to me that the artist called this person childish in the tags of their re-post of the original art that they made after the call out pots went online. I had not fully read them or at least didn't remember! But alas, another point for how convoluted the vague-posting after blocking someone is, and how much it muddles up the communication!

But that happens when you don't talk with people but just about people, isn't it? You'll make wild and wrong assumption and won't even notice it.

Also, you asked this:

My paragraphs above are the answer to it. You clearly don't want to have a conversation at all, so no one is taking you seriously enough to talk to you off anon. And you've also proven two years ago you'll put anyone on a list for just leaving kudos on the wrong fic or a like the wrong art, let alone arguing with you.

Some readers might wonder why I bring up the situation of two years ago at all. For one, of course, because one of the people I'm talking about already brought it up (and—oh how surprisingly—twisting up and outright lying about what happened). But also because there is a pattern here.

Because the root of the situation two years ago is the same group of people who started it this time as well. It is actually the exact same person who first wrote the artist and then turned unkind as soon as the artist asked for clarification, posting several times on her blog to tell people not to support the artist, all the while also complaining when that didn't work. A little over two years ago, the very first list of "undesirables" that later led to the whole explosion in fandom, came from this person.

(And I feel I need to point out, there were POC authors on this list from the very first iteration on. But of course, the list was created to make fandom safer for POC fans, even though the first iteration of the list before it got expanded wasn't even about Chimney or racism at all despite other claims by the person who brought it up in the last couple of days. It all started with some fics about Maddie that they didn't like, and denying that is so hilarious when their very first fic in response to it still holds the same passive-aggressive tag about "a response to that other awful fic". Yes, I did just go and check if you had changed your tags in the meantime.)

What I have seen from their posts, they don't care that they might have driven away a POC artist from this fandom permanently, again. While others who posted call out posts on Monday have apologized (though, in some cases not very honestly), this group has either not said anything about it or are now complaining about being the original victims (… I don’t even have words without getting really rude!) Or they claim they can harass someone publicly, but apologizing only works in private:

Do you really think the artist should be comfortable with having a private conversation with you after you already twisted and widely shared other private conversations they had with your friends? And do you really think attacking someone openly doesn't also deserve an open apology? What's a private apology worth if the person you hurt had to endure all that hurt openly but now isn't allowed to hear the apology just as openly?

There have been several claims that the conversation was always civil and there was no one asking for anyone to bully the artist:

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Snapping at the artist in response to them asking for clarification isn't being polite. Sitting on your end of a private conversation and sharing this conversation around widely—I'm even assuming openly with everyone in your Discord and also probably looking for the worst meaning in every single word because I'm sure you had already made up your mind the artist had to be a spoiled white girl—is not being polite. I mean, part of this conversation was later—in this case I have to say thankfully because it cleared up one of the misinformation spread—even posted by someone who said to have not been involved until she wanted to boost your call out post. Claiming the attention their art gets is inflating their ego is not civil.

Creating a call out post at all, and then doubling down not once but twice (just counting the reposts, not the other posts about the topic being posted that same day), is so far away from being polite. Honestly, how can anyone think this is polite:

(free sprace to show a new screenshot beginning)

(free sprace to show a new screenshot beginning)

The last thing said by one of these people, I want to address this:

The way this situation went, every artist coming into this fandom in the future will very carefully think about even trying to create art about Jee-Yun. Those who already created art of Jee might decide to delete it at least from their own accounts out of fear to be hit next.

That's what your call out posts led to. And what they would have led to even if you hadn't met resistance. Wide resistance, even from people who in the past supported you. And who this time first didn't join in your call outs and later even openly spoke up against it. I truly hope those same people will step up in the future to support your victims instead of just condemning you after the damage has already been done.

I'm convinced they'll do it again, sometime in the future they'll find another victim and they'll also find once more people who'll agree with them without checking or by letting themselves be lured in by their twisted tale of it. Even now in their non-apologies (that's not including everyone who apologized, but some of them) they twist around what happened, claiming to be misunderstood or to be the victim. So they, again, clearly didn't learn anything.

I hope other parts of this fandom will have learned then to step up and support the victim even if that's sometimes a difficult step to take because it will make them a target, too, or make the situation at first worse for the victim. (I felt that way on Monday. That me getting involved would lead to the situation exploding like it did two years ago. I'm doubting this post a little because of the fear of that very thing happening, though I still feel it important to put these thoughts out there. I'm also feeling encouraged by some of the pseudo-apologies to make sure that this situation will not be forgotten. And at this point I hope if it does explode, I'll be the main target of that and not the artist.)

Why am I sure they'll find new victims in the future?

Because this is not the first time they again attacked someone over the past two years. They have targeted their old victims several times, have targeted new people, too. Both on their blogs very openly but also in their victims' comments sometimes anonymously, sometimes not. This is just the first time they found any kind of traction again. I assume because they found a victim completely new to fandom who had at the beginning no backup at all, no fandom friends to turn to for support. I do wonder now if they have found other people like this even before the events of two years ago and successfully driven them away from fandom, celebrating it in their discord server as a victory. Sadly, this also isn't the first group in fandom as a whole to behave like this. There are so many examples practically in every fandom you look at. So even if this particular group by some miracle stops being bullies, others will step into their place. So everyone else of us in fandom needs to be careful and considerate and be ready to take the risk of stepping up.

[kagebros]

people who dislike you personally?

I saw your post then the callout about you selling traced art, if the criticism is valid you should address it before the con. How much of the stuff in your merch is traced? I wasn’t going to say anything because I really love the charity zines, but then I saw someone post on discord that I’m looking forward to meeting at TFcon talk about how insulted they felt looking at one of the prints they brought from you. Honestly I see where they’re coming from. It’s remarkably immature to try and minimize what you’ve done just because you dislike who the criticism came from. Or they dislike you?

it feels so manipulative? No one made you trace that Optimus, or the Shockwave… TWICE. You chose to do that. Then instead of taking accountability or actually drawing something based on the image as reference, you chose to try and cover it up when someone noticed by just… tracing more.

Do you really think that little of your customers? Tracing again when you got caught isn’t something you can blame on anyone else but yourself. It doesn’t matter if the people who called you out are kinda weird, they are right and you shouldn’t hide from what you did just so you can sell more traced merch. I’ve got one of them blocked because their art makes me uncomfortable, but it doesn’t make them wrong about this.

It’s immature to try and turn artists warning customers about bad things you did into another reason to hide from it yourself. Honestly who would like someone who traces things for art trades??

It feels like you’re blaming them so you can avoid admitting what you did until after you have a chance to offload your traced merch on fans who don’t know any better.

Do some reflection on what got you to the point where you thought what you’ve been doing is okay, if you justified trying to hide tracing by tracing again to yourself… you’ve probably justified a lot of other manipulative things to yourself too.

Step up, do better, the people who joined your zines deserve better than this.

You're right. I'll be addressing it later today. The only reason I had mentioned that this was by people who disliked me earlier is because this group in particular has targeted me in the past and the pattern was obvious to me at least. I wasn't going to say anything about it in the post and still won't be saying anything about cus again, like you said, it'd be detracting and deflecting from what's important.

I understand your concerns and anger regarding it all and hear you which is why I'll be making the post today since I have the time. The only reason I had wanted to do it after not was to deceive others into buying my merch but because I wanted to have fun over the weekend as this has been something I was looking forward to. But I see that it'd be better to address it now rather than lose the trust of more people.

That being said. I'm guessing you are someone who has interacted with me in the past or has spoken to me and I encourage you to DM me so we can discuss this. Some of the things you've said in this are either surface level or you don't have the whole picture at all which is understandable given how I've been trying to handle this privately more than publicly.

I'm unsure where you got the tracing for art trades portion from unless you were being rhetorical.

[clownrecess]

Hey there! My parents both work(ed) in hospitals, one as a nurse who DID bone scans!

This is gonna be a full rundown, so it's a long message! A summary is at the bottom if you need it.

Content includes hospitals, talking about bones, injection discussion and a mention of urine.

A bone scan is a procedure to look for any abnormal changes in your bone. It has some other names - "radionuclide scan" is a common one.

BEFORE THE SCAN

What the scan itself does is pick up radioactivity, so in order for the camera to be able to properly see your bones, you'll have a 'tracer' injection. This is just a bit of liquid, and it'll probably be injected through your hand into your bloodstream.

The radioactive material from this tracer injection will collect in your bones so that the camera can pick it up. It takes a few hours for the tracer to go around your body, so you'll be at the hospital for a while - bring entertainment! You can eat/drink normally both before the injection, and whilst you're waiting for the tracer to get to your bones - in fact, it's encouraged to drink plenty to help the tracer get round your body. You can also take any medications without it impacting the scan.

The injection itself may hurt, but you won't feel the tracer going round your body at all.

THE SCAN ITSELF

You'll likely be lying down on a bed for it. The bed will then be slid into the camera equipment (or the camera slid over the bed). Below is a photo:

[Image ID: an older -looking person lying on a hospital bed. Surrounding the bed they're on are two large white cuboid-looking things, connected to a larger grey-white piece of equipment that holds the cuboids in place. A large pipe connects this setup to a TV, which displays the information gathered by the camera. End ID]

The cuboids (3d rectangles) in the above photo are the camera. It's not a camera in the traditional sense - it doesn't take photos like your phone does. Instead, it sends signals through your body that are blocked/absorbed by your bones (due to the tracer), allowing for a scan similar to an X-ray to be produced. This is a completely painless and easy procedure - all you do is sit/lie there!

And then you're done! You did it!

AFTER THE SCAN

The tracer you were injected with will naturally pass without damaging you. It is radioactive, but the amount of radiation is incredibly small and would only be considered potentially harmful if you get a lot of tracer injections in a shorter time frame.

SUMMARY/THINGS TO NOTE:

-You'll be at the hospital for a good 3-4 hours, so prepare accordingly

-The first step is an injection of tracer into your bloodstream, which may hurt during the injection, but not afterwards

-You can eat and drink and take medication as normal. It's usually encouraged to drink more after the tracer injection, to help it get around the body easily.

-Once the tracer has gotten to your bones, you'll have the scan. This involves lying on a bed as a large piece of equipment passes over your body. It's a painless procedure and will probably take around half an hour.

-You should probably go to the bathroom just before the scan to prevent discomfort*

*Extra note: You may potentially be told to use a specific bathroom, as there's a small chance of radiation being in your urine. This varies depending on the hospital though, as it's a very small amount of radiation.

If you have any questions or want things worded differently, feel free to message me!

Thank you ^^ if its okay, I've posted this in case anyone else needs it. If youd prefer I dont post it, I'll delete it ^^ /gen

[macrotiis]

- 29 y/o aries ♈️

- gender-neutral testosterone beast, I'm trans 💉(2016) & post-op (2023) TME & perisex.

- xe/xem/xyrs, he/him or she/her.

- @rainbowmancer-gwen is my fox gf 💙

- Aus/NZ Pakeha (white)

- 18 +, no minors pls, this is not a NSFW heavy blog tho.

- #noid is for images without descriptions or functional alt text.

No DNI, I just block. I usually block bigots, rude ppl, pointless discourse, harry potter fans, proshippers (some "antis" too, idk this whole thing is dumb to me), & sometimes ppl who just annoy me. I'm here for a good time, I'm not here to argue & I don't appriciate ppl trying to start shit. (Letting me know of I'm rbing someone shitty is appriciated.)

Please HARD BLOCK me if you don't want me to follow you. I'll assume tumblr is fucking up & re-follow if I'm softblocked coz that happens a lot, please just properly block me.

I'm Blitz, I'm a commie anarchist furry from down-under & my tagging system is a mess. (More info under the cut)

I love animals, hairless cats & australian wildlife are my faves. Blue & purple are my fave colors. I like loud electronic & alt music; Punk, Metal, Nu-Metal, New-Wave, Ska, Drum n Bass, Industrial, Breakcore, ect.

I draw a lot, it's like my number 1 thing, art blog is @staticblitz.

I'm not a huge fandom person, but I have a Crash Bandicoot blog @n-trance, Crash Bandicoot is my number 2 thing.

I love science fiction, fantasy & horror, stuff like; Crash Bandicoot, Spyro the Dragon, Elder Scrolls, Fallout, Star Trek, Invader Zim, Doctor Who, Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, Dorohedoro, Berserk, Digimon Furries & table top role-playing games.

I'm a weird kind of aroace bisexual queer, I'm a transsexual in the sense that I'm trans, I take hormones (testosterone) & am post-op (hysterectomy); I believe being trans is different for everyone & hate truscum/transmeds. I also don't like transandrophobia/transmisandry truthers, listen to trans women & learn about transmisogyny without getting defensive. I promise you, there is space for us in the framework of discussions about transmisogyny already. PLEASE don't take posts I make about *MY* experiences as someone transmasc adjacent & get mad thinking I'm generalizing the whole trans man/transmasc community. I am one guy (system) & cannot speak for the entire community & I don't try to!

I am kink & sex positive, I sometimes do sexwork & I talk about it sometimes. That said I do have boundaries & I do think you ought to be responsible for what you post & where (ie; tag that shit & keep it away from kids). I cant prevent it, but would prefer DDLG or ABDL blogs not follow or interact with me (it's fine if you use a non-kink related blog instead. I don't judge you, I just have trauma surrounding this). Thanks 💖

Proshippers are weird, not keen on antis either but equating finding your pedo/incest fanfic a bit gross to police violence is actually nonsensical, end of discussion.

I think Marxism is pretty pog, I'm by no means an expert but I am very politically active where I live. I grew up poor with my 2 siblings & my single disabled mum, we are ex-Jehovahs Witnesses (yes thats important). This has shaped a lot of my world view, I align myself with the marginalised & working class people of the world. I am heavily critical of capitalism, liberalism, nationalism & imperialism. If you have a problem with commies or anarchists, you probably won't like me. I hate fascists & I hate cops. I love my community tho & working together with anyone who wants to work toward a better world.

I am moderately able-bodied, but have mental disabilities. I don't wanna share all but I have autism, C-PTSD & chronic fatigue among many other things. I am a system, I hate syscourse, endo systems are welcome here, ableists demanding medical history are not.

I will tag for any trigger if you ask me, I already tag a large amount of things for both categorization & moderation.

Do not send me donation posts, thanks.

This is my fursona, draw xem if you want I would love that :3