#i’ll be following someone for a while and then find out they’re an anti and it blows dude

[wylanzahn]

New-ish post, kinda posting this on different platforms and getting a general vibe check for some ideas I have. But basically this Halloween I want to actually do something for the TTRPG and Actualplay world (oh yeah I’m into those kinds of things). I want to try and get both players, GMs, and casual viewers alike something fun to look forward to this especially spooky season. I’ll probably talk a little more when we get closer to the actual season of scare-giving but just know that if you’re interested I’m still looking for people to join in!!

As my team and I’d first debut we’re going to try and do a two to four session actual play, which will probably be released in the weeks leading up to Halloween. We’ve had a couple good friend way in on the matter of “setting” but now I come to you fine folk. Mind you this is a horror campaign/arc so if…

Isn’t your thing, keep on a moving.

But without further ado here are a couple of the possible settings for our players, and myself, this coming espookee season…

1.) Somewhere off the coast of Florida, 1926 end of the first major housing boom in the state, a small island which calls back to the Spanish Empire, is Isla Boñyela, a small port made tourist location during the boom of disposable wealth in 1920s America. A small group of friends from the northeast tag along down for the perfect paradise vacation. Only to discover the island is much much older than anyone could have ever assumed. Whilst dealing with upstart gangsters, unnerving US soldiers, and the terrified locals they find something older than even undead conquistadors.

While I don’t have a working title, this is an old project in the running which I’ve had a few attempts at revamping over time. Its previous title was “perfect paradise vacation,” and runs on the Call of Cthulhu 7th Edition game. Anywho it’s a blast of fun with Caribbean lore, tone of anti-imperialism, and something dark lurking beneath the waves.

2.) 1950’s America, the nonexistent state of Mid-Atlantia (DMV coded) in a small suburban neighborhood where nothing goes wrong… it’s almost “All-Hallows-Eve” and little Johnny and Susie want nothing more than to trick or treat this year with all the big kids, Dad’s finally getting the big promotion at work, and Mom just got a new waffle iron! Sure everything is neat here in America. Heck you just got new neighbors! Newlyweds in fact from somewhere big and fancy, they sure aren’t like any of us in our simple town. But… and you can’t say exactly why but things are different. Or perhaps they’re all too the same? Everyday a repeat of ever other bland day that followed you over and over and over and over… and you could swear, while no one may listen to you there’s someone out there. Stalking you from outside your own home- or- perhaps, he’s just your friendly new neighbor welcoming you… to the end.

Ahhhhhh! I’ve also been working on this one for a sec and god writing it out does excite me. This is also a Call of Cthulhu game but modified/homebrewed to have a uniquely 1950s horror feel. This is definitely one of the more unique games I’ve written and am truly interested in seeing where it goes (even if we don’t choose it). This is for those who feel like isolation, fear of the unknown, fear from within, and liminal space horror comes best into play! So whadya say neighbor?

3.) The Enemy of My Enemy is My Friend, or How I Learned to Love Strahd, okay so this one is a lot less horror-y and falls much more under the comedic spooky category, just so yall know. Deep in the middle of Barovia, the ancient kingdom of Vampires, meets a council of Count Strahd von Zarovich's greatest commanders and lieutenants to hunt down Strahd's greatest enemy Rudolph van Richten and his party of heroes known as "The Grape-Smashers." Strahd's lieutenants have been gifted powers greater than any mere mortals, but are these gifts enough to stop Van Richten, or even enough to stop the personal ambitions of each other? Come find out in "How I Learned to Love Strahd."

Okay, as much as this may seem like a joke suggestion it cracks me up and I feel like it would be ill-advised of me to not at least mention it. In an era where "The Curse of Strahd," is well-overdone at this point, it's worth a take from an all evil "revenge story." Obviously this will be in Dungeons and Dragons 5th Edition, which, in my opinion, is really hard to use for horror, but this is a nice go-around. Come for the evil PCs, maybe a PvP battle or two, and a game of intrigue in the shadows of Barovia! All that and a buff Van Richten.

4.) Before Annapolis was ever called such it was known as Providence, a settlement of exiled Puritans in the Province of Maryland, but these early days were no easy set-up for the far-flung protestants... in the mid 1600s the English Civil War spilled out into their holdings across the waves as brother turned on brother, clan erasing clan, and something from the shores of the Old World would arrive in the New. When around every corner could be someone you've known your whole life, what's stopping them from hunting you in the depths of winter. All matters made worse when rumors of a witch begins circulating your small home.

Think "The VVitch" (2015) meets "A Field in England" (2013) meets Atun Shei's recent film "The Sudsbury Devil" (2023). It is the unexplored wilderness of early colonial Maryland, but the hateful warmongering that slowly builds that makes the horror and tension so clear. Unsure of what system we'll be using, but maybe the new Regency Cthulhu system.

5.) The Great Baltimore Fire of 1904 destroyed some 140 Acres of Baltimore proper... and in it's rubble awakened something far worse. But you and your fellow survivors are just trying to get by in the aftermath of the fire... only for something to call out, whether some strange magicks or perhaps just a sickness... but sickness doesn't even linger like this... it doesn't call to you...

Some more local history, aspiring from the actual Fire of 1904 things quickly devolve from there as rumors of a cult begin to spread along the streets of Rosland Park... a mysterious illness leaving even more dead... and the death of an eclectic professor. Definitely using the Call of Cthulhu 7th Edition for this one.

Aaaaaaaand that's it! Let me know what y'all think!

[it-was-too-cold-always]

We're Not in CW Anymore - 4

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

The reader gets blasted into another universe - one where Sam and Dean Winchester are real people, real hunters, and really fucked up. To her surprise (or horror), Dean has been getting glimpses of her life in his dreams and is completely enamored with her. It's nothing like the cable-friendly CW show that she knows and loves.

Reader x Dean Winchester

Warnings: language, violence

Chapter 4: Target: Expect More. Pay Less.

You woke up to the sound of the most annoying alarm you’ve heard in your life. You groaned. “Please turn it off,” you complained. You heard Dean flail his arm around until he hit the snooze button. “Thank god,” you said, snuggling into your pillow. Why was your pillow so hard? Maybe because it was Dean. You quickly realized what was happening – your head was on Dean’s chest, hand resting on his bicep. His arm was wrapped around your waist tightly. You were CUDDLING with this man. With a jolt, you sat up.

“What the fuck?!” you yelled.

“What the fuck me?! What the fuck YOU!” Dean yelled back. “You were on ME, sweetheart. I think that makes you the more guilty party.”

“Ugh!” was all you could respond. He had a point, as infuriating as it was.

Scrambling off the bed, you tripped over the ridiculously long sweatpants and almost faceplanted into the floor. Dean was making you very flustered, and that was pissing you off. You’re supposed to be keeping your guard up with this guy, not snuggling him. You walked over to his desk, grabbing the pile of your neatly folded clothes. “I need more clothes,” you stated. You weren’t too keen on wearing the same outfit over and over. A clean pair of panties would be nice.

“I’ll give you a card and you can go shopping. Just don’t go too crazy,” Dean said. You rolled your eyes. You were planning on hitting up a Target, not Nordstrom. You headed to the bathroom to get ready for the day, replaying everything in your head. It felt so strong and comforting to be in his arms. The feeling of his rock-hard chest gave you butterflies. You wanted to lie there with him all day and trace your fingertips over his tattoos. No, you thought, you still don’t know this guy. He could be a cold-blooded killer.

You walked back into Dean’s room to find him putting on his boots. You took a moment to admire his tattoo sleeve – you recognized a few references to classic rock band album covers. You wondered if that was the only place he had tattoos.

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” Dean teased. You had no idea how long you’ve been staring.

“Just curious about your tattoos,” you answered honestly. You couldn’t think of a snarky response.

“What, TV Dean wasn’t tatted up?” he asked. You shook your head.

“Just that anti-possession symbol on his chest,” you answered. He chuckled and pulled his t-shirt down enough for you to see the same tattoo in the same place. “Like this?”

“Yeah, that’s the one.” You rolled your eyes. Why did he have to be this charming?

“Alright,” he said, clapping his hands together, “Sammy’s got a case, and you need to go shopping. Let’s get to it.”

Dean dropped you off at Target while he and Sam went on a supply run. You bought all the essentials – some leggings, a few tops, underwear, socks, a duffle, and you had to splurge on a little eyeliner. It’s not for Dean, it’s for me, you told yourself. You checked out and called Sam, letting him know you were done and ready to be picked up. To your relief, he told you they’re already on their way. You sat on a bench outside with your bags, flipping through social media on your phone. You weren’t following anyone, but you could at least watch the reels. You were entranced with the videos of the bottles going down the stairs, so much so that you barely noticed a figure standing in front of you. Looking up, you saw a tall man with a snapback and a crooked smile. “Hey there baby. Waitin’ on someone? Mind if I join you?”

Great. You literally had nowhere to go, so you’d be stuck with this douche-canoe. You could tell him to fuck off, but the people pleaser in you was scared of how he’d react. You’re not scared to sass Dean, you told yourself. Maybe you were more comfortable around him than you thought. Disrupting your thoughts, the guy sat next to you on the bench, leaning back and placing an arm around your shoulders. Screw this so hard.

“Please don’t touch me,” you said, voice shaking. Way to be assertive.

“Baby I think you’d better come home with me. You can show me all those pretty clothes you bought. I wouldn’t mind watching you undress.” You cringed, not seeing a way out of this situation.

Like a knight in shining armor, you watched as the Impala drove up to the front of the store. Bolting up and grabbing your bags, you hurriedly mumbled, “Sorry, there’s my ride.” Except he grabbed your wrist and yanked you back to face him.

“I think you’re just trying to blow me off, which I really don’t appreciate. Where are your manners?” he seethed. This dude was seriously nuts if he thought you were coming home with him. Before you could say anything, you heard a car door slam.

“Hey dipshit, get your hands off of her before I rearrange your fucking face!” Dean was PISSED. He was coming right at him, fists clenched, the look in his eyes absolutely terrifying. Yeah, Dean was a scary motherfucker. But it kind of turned you on how protective he was being.

“Woah hey man, we’re cool. We were just talking, weren’t we?” the man turned toward you as if you’d back him up. You, however, had your eyes fixed on Dean’s.

“Let’s go,” you said quietly. Dean wasted no time in putting his arm around your shoulders and walking you to the car, but not before sending a swift punch to the man’s gut. You didn’t look back but could hear him groaning and yelling profanities. Dean opened the door for you, grabbing your bags to throw them in the trunk. Flipping off the man as a final “fuck you,” Dean sped out of the parking lot.

“You good?” Sam asked. You nodded, knowing your voice would quiver too much if you tried to talk. Dean simply grunted, not wanting to open his mouth and scare you with his anger. The car ride was silent for about an hour. Dean kept checking on you, looking through the rearview mirror. He was worried. You looked out the window, desperately trying to calm yourself down. The entire situation had you shaking. The fear you felt with that man, then Dean’s booming voice, it was a lot to process. You immediately felt safe when you saw Dean pull up in the Impala. You instinctually knew he’d protect you, and that thought bounced around your head for a while. Maybe this whole soulmate thing was real.

Chapter 5

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[cozzzynook]

Thought of something wholesome.

Rodimus and the crew are visiting a cybertron colony for supplies and to get some free time off the ship. While out exploreing Rodimus hears the sound of whimpering coming from a den in the ground. He finds 2 young turbo fox puppies who see him and they began barking and following him.

Roddy tries to shoo them back into their den knowing their pack can't be far but the pups won't leave him alone. Later on he returns to the ship followed by the 2 pups and begs Minimus to help him out and try to find the pups pack so they can go home.

Meanwhile Roddy is playing babysitter while trying his best not to get attached, but its difficult with how cute the pups are.

Dnjcksofjdowf 😭

I love this so much.

Okay soooo i’m gonna turn this into something a little different and i’m sorry in advance if this isn’t what you were looking for.

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Rodimus thinks these turbo foxes are only foxes and so he doesn’t want to touch or go near them for fear their pack will return and reject them. But he can’t just leave two fresh, no metallico, protoform exposed turbo foxes that look so cold and hungry. They’re shaking and so tiny and he can’t feel their creators em fields nor does he see any signs of life other than the two before him. He can’t feel the warmth a creator leaves behind for their sparkling and he can see the bones on their little ribs.

So he coms Minimus telling him to hurry its an emergency and when the mech gets there he’s completely shocked to find two turbo foxes that are abandoned.

He tells Rodimus as such which hurts his spark to no end but now it means he can carefully scoop the palm sized sparklings into his servos and hold them close to his chassis and use his outlier to warm them. They stop shivering and their whimpers and cries turn to coos and soft whining chirps as they nuzzle against Rodimus’s chassis making the mech blush as he quickly turns before his plating opens to reveal two pouches with nozzles that were beginning to tingle as his carrier coding activated to produce energon milk.

Minimus was a blushing mess as he realized what was happening and covered his optics ever the gentlemech even if he couldn’t see anything. The mech cleared his throat after a moment and peaked through his digits when he realized things were quiet for a flick too long.

“Captain?”

“They’re…fueling,” Rodimus was clearly embarrassed and his raised shoulder struts showed how tense he was.

“There is nothing to be ashamed of captain. Carriers are a vital necessity every bot needs, tank forged or spark chamber forged. Even hot spot sparklings thrive when having a carrier.”

“I..thanks Minimus..umm I’ll join you back at the ship when they’re done..for now please keep the others from coming over. I’d rather no one-no one else knows. From there we can find someone willing to take them in.”

Minimus gave a saddened expression but nodded though his captain could not see it.

“Very well captain.”

With that Minimus took his leave and Rodimus sighed dropping his shoulders with a glance at the two sparklings attached to his nozzles suckling greedily.

“I’ll need Ratchet to take a look at you two,” he mused aloud. He felt the two start to warm from within their own frames and he smiled. They were strong little ones, he can admit.

They’d make their new creators happy.

He felt them slowing in their fueling and began the trek back to the ship. By the time he got there he’d closed his chassis plating with great difficulty now that they’ve doubled in size for the two and he went straight to the medbay where he gave the sparklings to Ratchet.

…only for them to begin crying and yelling to the point they almost purged and he had to hold them while Ratchet began examining and taking care of them. They were given vaccines and anti-virals that Ratchet also gave to Rodimus who came in contact with them.

Ratchet declared them fresh sparks as he already knew and stated they showed signs of being able to transform. He was a bit surprised by that and wondered if thats why their creators abandoned them.

“So, what are ya naming em?”

“Me? No. No no no no no no. I’m just doing this so they don’t cry and get sick. Someone else is raising them.”

Ratchet gave him a disbelieving look and he huffed.

“I’m not meant to have sparklings, not my thing,” he shook his helm missing the sad look Ratchet gave him.

“Kid-”

“No.”

Rodimus stood and looked towards the sparkling berths, “I’ll see you and Drift later. I have paperwork to fill out and an adoption placement to announce.”

With that Rodimus set the sparklings down that were asleep and rushed out before they could wake.

Ratchet just sighed but kept quiet, silently messaging Drift and sending an optic vid of the two sparklings he just knew would end up being theirs.

Drift seemed to hold the same sentiment seeing as the moment his shift was over he came running into the medbay bouncing on his pedes at the sight of the two.

Ratchet hushed him whispering about how they most likely only want Rodimus who he’s sure they imprinted on. He’s proven right when the sparklings whine and push their fists out. Wiggling in their pods until they let that first cry out that makes the two stiffen before it builds and suddenly the twin sparklings are full on crying for a mech who wasn’t there.

Ratchet and Drift tries calming the sparklings down but all their efforts got them were two whimpering sparklings with adorably sad faces rubbing their helms into chassis that couldn’t give them what they needed.

Ratchet was just about to comm Rodimus when said mech rushed into the medbay looking straight at the twin sparklings and scurrying over.

“Shh, its okay,” Rodimus picked up the sparkling that was an odd shade of orange since they were more upset. He shifted them and took the other sparkling with an odd tone of white into his arms and the immediate quiet that followed made the two’s jaw hang.

Rodimus didn’t really pay them much attention until he was about to open his chassis.

“I’m..gonna go in the other room. I’ll bring them back once they’re full.”

“Oh no ya don’t kid. They’re coming to our room. They won’t have a lick of sleep without you nearby and I won’t have my medics at wits end because those two bitties are attached to you.”

Rodimus wanted to argue, he really did, but he couldn’t. Because he knew Ratchet was telling the truth and Drift’s sympathetic look told him he agreed.

Without a word he turned on his heel and made his way back to their hab. The two followed behind with a tense silence that Ratchet was pouting over while Drift looked worried.

“Roddy, you know it’s okay to want them, right?”

Ratchet locked the door behind them turning on the hab silencer so if this turned into a screaming match no one would be the wiser.

“Here we go,” he sighed quietly as he turned and put on a neutral face that didn’t look at all convincing. Rodimus looked to be preparing for a verbal brawl as all his feelings, insecurities and frustration came bubbling to the surface when it deflated at the sparklings whimpering.

With a frame sigh Rodimus shook his helm and turned heading to one of the spare rooms when Ratchet grabbed him by the shoulders making and pulled him into their berth room.

“Absolutely not kid. Stubborn pride needs to get put aside. Yer a carrier and ya gotta fuel em, so I know you know that means it has to be somewhere comfortable and familiar for their benefit and yours. The first can be excused since they were starved. But now ya need ta make sure its here in yer nest.”

Ratchet finished his scoldings missing the look on Rodimus’s face, but Drift, he didn’t.

“I’ll feed them you can go back out,” Rodimus told them as he looked away, optics shutting as he slightly swayed the sparklings to keep them from crying again.

He wasn’t blind to what was happening. He just didn’t want it to be true.

He knew it as well as Ratchet knew.

A bond had formed the moment he fed them. He felt their distress all the way in his office and had come running. Even now he feels their uncertainty and need for comfort and the hunger that accompanies fear. Their lack of proper care and fuel so early in life would greatly affect them and he knew Ratchet was right. The sparklings needed a carrier who was in a safe place and that meant mentally, physically and emotionally. A nest was the perfect source of comfort, Rodimus just didn’t want the sparklings imprinting on him because he was afraid to raise them. Afraid to hurt or misguide them. He didn’t want to frag them up like he’d be fragged up as a sparkling.

“Roddy..don’t push us away,” Drift stood closer while Ratchet glared before going up to Rodimus and placing his servos on Rodimus chassis.

He moved slow enough to give Rodimus time to say no and when he didn’t the medic removed the covering with a blush on his frowning face.

Rodimus never showed his pouches unless it was for medical purposes. Since he was a carrier his looked like breasts many organics had instead of cyber tissue with small ducts for energon. It’s something considered a malfunction to their species. Ratchet and Drift didn’t like that line of code and made sure to reassure Rodimus they loved all of him.

Rodimus didn’t really think they did and he still doubted they would find him attractive once seeing the parts of himself he kept hidden.

Now wasn’t the time to hide though.

Not when the sparklings needed fuel.

He held them up to his pouches and ignored the way Drift and Ratchet watched him fuel the two. He didn’t like anyone knowing he could do this or seeing him in such a vulnerable state but the two were adamant and pushed every time he tried to close himself off. They never allowed his insecure boundaries ground to grow further.

A servo cupping his helm made him shift to look Drifts direction but he was surprised to have his face plates turned the other way and lifted to see Ratchet looking at him the way he gazed at Drift.

“Don’t,” he forced out only to be ignored. That hot grip in his chassis being exposed as Ratchet came beside him and wrapped his arm around his waist. Being held was a weakness, a weakness he couldn’t help whining pathetically at.

“Kid..its nothin wrong with ya. Its nothin wrong wit keepin tha sparklings either. We meant it when we told ya we love ya. All of ya kid, tank carrier and all,” Ratchet spoke in a low gravel, the one that made his shoulders drop and his optics wet.

He closed them and nodded.

He was not about to cry in front of them again.

Drift had other ideas of course, reaching an arm across Roddy’s back to touch Ratchet and kiss his helm before settling and lulling him closer so all three were cuddled close, he kissed Roddy’s helm flare before placing a palm onto Roddy’s pouch that was truly just a breast that jiggled slightly at the touch.

He pushed two digits into Roddy’s upper chest and circled, helping the milk flow better and soothing the ache of his spark that he didn’t notice flicker.

“We want this with you, a conjunx ritus and family,” Roddy didn’t jerk away when Ratchet did a small manual soothing tactic on his spark that glowed just below his breasts and he didn’t flinch away when Drift shifted his helm so they could rest together.

Communicating emotions in an ebb and flow that made tears fall.

“Let us have this, let yourself have this,” was spoken without the need of verbal words.

He nodded his helm still nervous and unsure but he would trust them and do this.

He would trust them.

He would trust them.

The soft whimpers coming from the crib Drift built woke Rodimus from recharge and he yawned looking at the time. It was late into the night and he carefully shifted away from Drift and Ratchet.

He didn’t want to wake them especially when they had such a long shift earlier.

He quietly went to the crib and smiled at Ginger who was the exact shade of her name before glancing at Wicker who was the same shade as his name. He’d ended up getting darker as he got more energon and time passed just like his sister Ginger.

The two were wiggling in their cribs and he stifled a giggle, careful as he lifted both of them and left the berth room, closing the door silently as he made his way to the living den.

About a month after having them and all three bonded with them making the twins their sparklings, they were able to transformer into root mode. The very first time they did so it worried and scared them because they were feverish and fussy for days on end and medicine was not working.

Minimus was thankfully able to inform them that they were finally healthy enough to transform into a root mode and the process was a bit painful but it hopefully should not take longer than a week.

They were extremely thankful the twins changed two days later in the early morning before Drift and Ratchet left for their shifts.

The sight was scary at first seeing the twins twist and cry, not knowing that the process would involve energon blood for their first transformation. Rodimus had almost had a spark attack at the sight and Ratchet was thankfully able to stop it before it actually happened.

He remembers apologizing so much after calming down while fretting over the twins to the point Drift just burst out laughing making the twins shift adorably and look at him. That got Rodimus to stop fretting and apologizing and it made Ratchet laugh a little too especially when the twins kicked their little legs out and waved their little arms for the first time.

They immediately made so many vids and image captures they had to delete a lot of them and upload the important ones to an outside image capture.

He shifted, carefully swaddling the two tiny bitties in his arms to latch onto his already exposed pouches. Watching as they latched on with intakes so different than the first time he’d fed them. Pictures of Ginger and Wicker littered the walls of their living den watching as he smiled softly at the two who blinked with bleary optics that were still far too underdeveloped from age alone to really see anything aside from color.

Their bitties had a far better sense of smell than non mechanimal sparklings making it so much easier for the twins to know which of their creators was coming towards. It calmed them faster and made it easier for them to become familiar with their sires who loved doing things just holding them. Ratchet loved doing paperwork with the twins in his lap and Drift found meditating with the twins resting in a sling far more relaxing.

Of course Ginger and Wicker decided they should wiggle and coo the most with their carrier and make things a little harder for him to do aside from giving them all his attention. They would coo loudly until he stopped what he was doing and pull them from their swaddle and cradle them in his arms just as he was now.

He couldn’t help himself, he turned making sure he was alone and turned back, smiling at the two who stole his spark when he wanted to keep this part of himself locked.

“Shine comes the midnight star

dancin for the wind below

that stills to sees its beauty.”

He sang the old Nyonian lullaby softly, watching as Wicker gripped onto his pouch with a tiny servo as Ginger did the same. They often clung to him, he was sure it was because they knew he was a food source but when they cried for him even after fueling he felt uncontrolled appreciation and love crash through him.

That same emotion threatened to reach the surface as he sat there a few kliks longer, waiting until they finished so he could shift them to a better burping position. He’d long found a good way to do this and he was grateful since he didn’t want to put either of them down, at least not yet.

He was happy they made clearing their windpipes easy for him, they always gave Drift a hard time for some reason. Ratchet’s medical training prevented him from struggling and hearing him fondly grouch as they tried and failed to get him was always spark warming.

Just like the sight of him slowly rocking the twins in his arms who were trying to fight their sleep to look at their carrier just a bit longer, was the sight Drift and Ratchet loved being able to see.

“Not fair Roddy, you had them all day. We could’ve gotten them while you were sleeping,” Drift bent down to nuzzle his finial against Rodimus’s flare and Ratchet stood close to his family watching as the twins fell asleep with their servos curled around Rodimus pouches.

He was glad the kid finally felt comfortable around them and he was ecstatic about taking one of the twins from Rodimus as Drift took the other.

“Come on kid, lets head back to berth,” when they all shuffled back into the room Rodimus was apologizing for not keeping quiet enough.

“You guys worked all day it was only right I let you sleep in,” Ratchet flicked his forhelm for saying that without taking his opics off Ginger as he lowered her back into the crib.

Drift was slower to pit Wicker back since the bitty had a good grip on him and none of them wanted the bitties to wake up.

“You would’ve had to wake me up anyway to fuel them so plus I like being able to do things for you. Sleeping in is one of them,” Rodimus laughed quietly, slipping into berth and curling his own berth sheet around himself as Drift and Ratchet shared one.

They all curled into berth close to each other, Ratchet grouching at Rodimus that he worked all day too while taking care of their sparklings another job in itself so he should wake them next time.

It was a moot point Drift tells the medic as such seeing as they know their flame spark won’t.

Ratchet grumbles but he loves how thoughtful Roddy tries to be even at the cost of his own sleep, it makes Drift smile because when he looks up a little he can see Rodimus is already knocked out cold and Ratchet is just content to watch him before turning to kiss the swords mech.

“Don’t be all mushy until I have my morning oil,” Ratchets already beat the mech to it with a muffled laugh. Drift decides to indulge him, though he’ll be extra mushy in the morning to make up for lost time.

“Goodnight ratty,” he pressed their helms together. They would shift in their sleep but that was fine. They had this for now.

“Goodnight sweet spark.”

“Softie,” Drift smiled.

“Don’t push it,” Ratchet snapped softly with a tired yawn.

[radfae]

you seem rational etc can i ask what your thoughts on trans people are?

i self identify as a trans woman and i know that a lot of womens' issues specifically DO NOT REFER TO ME, however

the conflation of gender and sex i see in radfem spaces is intense and just comes across as bigotry tbh

i've seen radfems refer to trans men as "confused girls" who were manipulated by the patriarchy into hating their body and like.. that just seems very anti-expression and backwards to me

since you’re asking, i’d like to believe you’re coming into this with an open mind, so i ask you to please listen to me all the way through. this is also a pretty general question so i did my best to sum stuff up but if you have any specific questions feel free to follow up with another ask. i’ll talk to anyone in good faith.

i believe in freedom of expression and common courtesy in respecting other people (until you’ve done something to lose that respect). basically, you can do whatever you want, and i mainly take issue with people who can’t/won’t separate trans people from the gender they’re transitioning to and recognize their sex/actively encourage ill feelings of dysphoria/etc. i also think we have a huge issue with informed consent regarding transition and we need to examine why dysphoria is occurring and explore other methods of treatment instead of jumping to being a lifelong patient.

i think “confused girl” is rude but i do think it’s important to know exactly why you feel the way you do. gender isn’t innate. your feelings of distress stem from something. reality girl zine doesn’t do a great job at appealing to a wider audience (and may have caricatures some find offensive), but it makes great points about what girls are taught about gender from a young age and how stereotyping male and female traits may lead young girls to identify out of girlhood (some of which i personally empathize with as someone who is now desisted).

all this being said, our ultimate goal is always gender abolition. since we do live within the frameworks of gender and i understand transness in our world as it is, it’s important to recognize that gender is not real, it’s not innate, there’s no male spirit and female spirit, and wearing pants and having short hair doesn’t make you any more male than wearing a skirt and having long hair makes you female. gender, when it comes down to it, is a set of stereotypes. if you remove the social aspect of gender/the idea of what it means to be a woman removed from sex, you have nothing leftover. it’s a bunch of gunk created to oppress women. it’s evolved a lot now, but the extremely basic premise of gender is to fit people into boxes: women-like activities include wearing skirts, makeup, tight clothes, and cooking. men-like activities include wearing pants, loose clothes, having body hair, etc. if this weren’t true, the basic elements of transitioning to a different gender wouldn’t exist. trans women wouldn’t be upset online about being misgendered while wearing a dress and makeup, because clearly dress and makeup = woman. doesn’t this all seem a bit regressive at its core? i’ve used this infographic a lot, but it’s always relevant:

[sophieinwonderland]

Hey so I was reading the screenshots of asks on your post about having 1,801 followers. One, congrats btw. Two, it reminded me and prompted me to ask, why do people hate you so much? I don’t understand why they do. The only thing you’ve done is educate people in a respectful tone. Why has people had DNI’s not to interact with them if someone follows you? Also I’ll never for the life of me get why people are anti endo. Even if supposedly science or whatever can’t prove it, why do they discredit people’s actual lived experiences? They insist lived experiences must be impossible since they think plurality supposedly only happens because of trauma and they’re stuck on their mentality. Sorry for my rant.

Ty for all you do and being a nice person.

Thanks!

As for why people dislike me, you'd have to ask them. I'm sure you'd get a lot of answers. A couple of them might actually contain some truth!

The simplest, most boring truth is that anti-endos hate outspoken pro-endos and when they find someone who is too outspoken, they'll comb over and twist whatever that person says in order to justify attacking them.

Of course, that's not the entire truth.

See, when that happens you can rollover, you can try to change their minds... or you can play into it and decide that while you may not be able to control whether people hate you or not, you can at least control what they hate you for. 🤷‍♀️

And so that's what I ultimately decided on after a year of harassment and an attempt to get be banned under false pretenses.

If I were to say what my greatest sin in syscourse is, it's probably this. Feeding them things that I know they would take out of context to pass around to their followers as examples of how terrible I am.

For example, once bragging about teaching people to "dissociate and hallucinate" in one post last year. Something which, if I had clearly phrased it in a less threatening way like "I can link to switching and imposition guides," wouldn't have gotten the same engagement from the other side. Yet saying I teach people to dissociate and hallucinate is something not a single pro-endo or pro-tulpa would care about because everyone who know me knows what I'm talking about.

And then when an anti-endo who was looking for something to use against me takes the easy bait, I get a chance to talk about how actually not all hallucinations and dissociation are harmful, and many cultures around the world have safe hallucinatory and dissociative practices, making the anti-endos look foolish.

Actually, one of the anons in that post yesterday, and some others who found my blog through anti-endos, made me think using the infamy anti-endos gave me to my advantage would be helpful. (And yes, I realize "you should make anti-endos hate you more so they'll give you free advertising" was probably not the intended message.)

So yeah, I occasionally feed them little nuggets to add fuel to the fire.

I dislike toxicity when it's aimed at other pro-endos who may be vulnerable. I dislike it when pro-endos send hate to anti-endos because that reflects back on our community and risks escalation.

But when hate is aimed at me from anti-endos, I think that's useful. I have thick skin. I can take everything they throw at me and then turn it back on them.

And I hope, maybe, if I make myself enough of a target, that will keep the anti-endos too distracted to go after other people on this site. Like how the Punisher puts a skull on his bullet proof vest so the bad guys will focus their aim there instead at more vulnerable parts of the body. I think I make a good vest. 😊

I try to avoid anything truly harmful. I discourage harassment. I don't send hate mail. I don't throw around slurs or profanity. But if I'm being honest, I do try to encourage the perception of me being a malicious and dangerous person amongst anti-endos.

But again, they hated me long before that. I only resorted to this particular strategy after they had already decided I was an evil ableist because I had the nerve to use science to promote endogenic plurality.

[victusinveritas]

(A great takedown of an asshat on the shaman-to-fascist pipeline. ) -Below the Cut-

I don’t take pleasure in calling people out, but occasionally it has to be done, especially when the person being called out is actively engaging in harmful, hateful things.  Even when it’s proper and righteous to do so, some people find it hard, especially if the person they’re calling out has a large following or if there are political, financial, or safety reasons at play.  Everyone has their own concerns they need to take stock of, and for that reason, not everyone who deserves a call-out gets one.

A few days ago on Twitter, I did my part to call out Gordon White of Rune Soup, around which the Rune Soup Premium Membership (RSPM) is focused.  This was several years late by my reckoning (for which I apologize), but I saw an opportune moment to do so, and decided that something like this is better late than never.  To that end, if you read Gordon’s blog and see his (hilariously awkward and infantile attempts of) attacks at me, this is why; he’s lashing out because someone dared to speak up against him (although I’m far from the only one to do so).  He is not someone to take seriously, much less take classes from; he is a far and sad cry from being any sort of champion of chaos magic, instead descending to little more than anti-vax right-wing grifting.

For those who aren’t on Twitter or have made the choice to ignore it, indulge me if you will.  For recordkeeping’s sake, I’ll list the relevant Twitter threads I made below for you to read at your leisure:

In which I call out Gordon White and Rune Soup for being involved in violent and anti-vax rhetoric while drumming up a personality cult around him

In which I make fun of his subsequent (and hilariously clumsy) attack on me from a blog post he made in response to the above thread

In which I call out his hypocrisy in trying to pillory me for my employment

Ditto, this time him trying to lambast me for being involved in an ATR while employed as I am

In which I share a screenshot of Gordon saying that the COVID vaccines “literally cause AIDS”

In which I share a screenshot of Gordon sharing extremist, partisan, conspiracy “news sources” that engage in evangelical Christian end-of-the-world conspiracies (think Cain, Satan, nuclear war, the four horsemen of the Apocalypse, etc.)

In which I make fun of another attack on me for my employment and priesthood (see thread #4 above)

I encourage you all to read the posts above if you can; if nothing else, they should be fairly entertaining, and there’s plenty of commentary from myself and others in the many replies thereof.  I’ll be referring to them and screenshots shared there, since I’m going to go against my usual practice and instead refrain from linking at all to Gordon’s blog or Twitter feed (he doesn’t deserve the traffic from my site).  I may, however, link to the Internet Archive’s Wayback Machine records of his website, however, depending on the need.  As opposed to tweets and tweetthreads in older posts I’ve made, since I say the same things in the post below, I won’t bother with transcripts.

Oh, and yeah, him saying that COVID vaccines cause AIDS thing is very much real.  Let’s just get that out of the way first while we’re here.  Below is a screenshot of something he said in his private RSPM groups, and it’s far from the only such thing he’s said (alongside the tired variants on how vaccines cause autism, etc.).  Those who’ve been following Rune Soup know that Gordon has said some awful stuff in general when it comes to medicine, healthcare, and the vulnerable, but he says so much worse stuff behind closed doors.  And, as an out gay man himself (and myself, I should note!), I feel like he should have at least some sort of shame about invoking the HIV/AIDS crisis in this horrific, self-serving way.

Anyway, let me share my original statement regarding Gordon White.  It built off of a quote-tweet by Marco Visconti, in which he asked “Are we all still ok with the fake permaculture shaman to keep on serving virulent anti-vaxxer rhetoric alongside his abysmal rune soup?”.  I know I wasn’t and hadn’t been for some time, so I decided to let my thoughts be known clearly:

The only place for Rune Soup, honestly, is down the drain. It’d been bad for a while, and I really don’t know what else to tell people except to stay away from Gordon White’s stuff at this point, given all the hubristic, hateful, and violent ranting coming from him and his blog. I used to like him, I was a supporter of his stuff, I joined in on his classes, and it was great while it lasted, but…well, as it turned out, GW/RS is a fine example of spirituality mingling with conspiracy to make conspirituality—which is as much a con as anything else. It’s not just me that’s picked up on this; I tuned out of GW/RS’s stuff a good while back after he gladly invited some unfortunate people on his show, but others’ve kept up and have better receipts. https://sublunar.space/2021-04-drinking-the-kool-soup.html https://codexastarte.substack.com/p/waiter-theres-a-fly-in-my-rune-soup https://codexastarte.substack.com/p/waiter-theres-a-fly-in-my-rune-soup-f5a

Twitter being what it is, something like this spread quickly.  Now, going into this, I knew that this was going to hit a lot of people in different ways, and I know that I have many people I consider friends or colleagues who are or were part of RSPM or who are otherwise fans of Gordon.  Although it shouldn’t come as any surprise to anyone who pays attention to the things I say when it comes to politics or science, I know my own silence regarding Gordon specifically may have led some into some false sense of alliance between my and Gordon’s views, which I’ve since publicly rebuked and repudiated as being repulsive and vile.  By speaking out, I knew I was gonna make at least some people upset.

And, predictably (given how he’s reacted in the past to other people who’ve called him out along similar lines), Gordon wrote a post of his own on his website in a matter of hours attempting to pillory me.  A screenshot of the post in question:

A transcript:

I’m sure you all remember my pompous, Tory, cokehead little stalker still hopping mad that he isn’t -and never will be- me. From memory, Sam is some kind of federal IT bureaucrat so I guess he knows where his bread is buttered. Only a personality who could endure such a job could also be responsible for the unremittingly boring and lengthy blog posts that always fail to distinguish between what hermetic texts actually say versus the words they contain. The only magic in them is a cure for insomnia. All of this is to say I guess his dumb little take is not very surprising. Anyway, this is what I have the distinct pleasure of dealing with while I go about my fake permaculturing and my fake shamaning. (Including bringing the work of Indigenous elders from around the world to public attention for the first time.) Apparently that’s ‘hate’, according to Sam. Apparently his grumpy little Tory cokehead friend’s repeated instances of misogyny and homophobia isn’t ‘hate’. (Fun bonus fact: Sam is gay.)

I find it comical how he described me and my blog in literally the exact opposite terms in his interview with me from September 2017, but so it goes, I suppose.  As for whatever insults he has for Marco, that’s a whole thing that’s its own debacle unto itself; Gordon likes to cry about being bullied while throwing insults like this, even to the point of making up identities for him to play his own brand of identity politics with, and it goes well beyond just Marco.  It all just blends into background noise after a point when you go through his blog archives.

The rest of his post isn’t worth the read; it’s just so much him whining about how misunderstood he is (despite his ample writing over the years that make abundantly clear what he believes) and how his followers should take the moral high road when it comes to haters (though I doubt they’d do well at that by following his example).  In this specific blurb riddled with ad-homimems, however, Gordon not only attempts to dox me (name, employer, and sexuality—none of which I’ve ever kept a secret, but it’s still a class act of him lashing out) but also makes a pathetic attempt at insulting me and my writing, to which I have two things to say:

Sorry not sorry that my blog posts can get a bit long so that I can produce things of substance instead of mere content, or that I don’t just copy-paste other people’s half-read opinions and share them as some sort of deep truth of my own like some people do.

Sorry not sorry that I use textual criticism because I care about getting things right for real implementation instead of following hucksters who call for harm against people doing meaningful work.

There’s also the “white savior” complex he brings into this, too; it shouldn’t be forgotten that Gordon has made a huge hubbub in recent years about his “shaman certification” that he received (after paying something around $10k for) from Alberto Villoldo, a Cuban psychologist who developed a form of neo-shamanism based on Peruvian and other South American practices, though not without controversy of his own regarding the (severe) impropriety of him doing so, which casts doubt on the very legitimacy of what Gordon inflates and reminds people of constantly.  Although, let’s be honest, it’s not like figuring out how legitimate such a “shamanic healing” practice would be given how Gordon himself talks about and markets it:

In addition to what he said about me on his blog, he also said a few unfortunate things about me on his Twitter, trying to shame me for my employment as a low-level software engineer for the United States federal government.  I’ve never kept this a secret, although I don’t bring up which specific agency beyond saying that it’s one of the calmer apolitical ones in existence.  I know what my job consists of and how it impacts people (and Gordon by his own admission doesn’t, I should note), but I don’t bring it up because nothing I say online or on this blog is ever said from the perspective of a federal employee.  To be sure, the United States as a whole has caused atrocious horrors the whole world over; I’d never deny that.  However, for Gordon (who has built so much of his blogging career on talking about elaborate non-systems and how so many things supposedly interconnect and interrelate to the point of outright unfounded conspiracy theories), there is no nuance here; I am paid by the government, and therefore I am among the worst of archons all unto myself.  Specifically, he now holds me to be responsible for “the most dangerous organisation on earth, that literally turns brown children to paste” and also “responsible for Latin America’s disadvantaged condition, as well as the death of about a million Latins”.  Sure, the US government is to blame for that, yet to impugn me as specifically responsible for this is just puerile, ungrounded, and unhinged finger-pointing on his end.  He also seems to take a special, sick joy in also attacking my initiation as a priest in La Regla de Ocha Lucumí (aka Santería, an Afro-Caribbean orisha religion) which he somehow finds ironic in this context, I guess, all the while woefully ignorant of its history and context. (At least I can trace my priesthood by name back to my forebears with others to attest to its legitimacy, something Gordon can’t with his “shamanic certification”.)

What he’s trying to do (though inexpertly) is shame me for my privilege in how I am so obviously and intimately tied up in the reckless destruction of human life across the world generally and Latin America specifically—all the while boasting about his own descent from British colonial administrators in the Pacific and using that to his lifelong advantage, working for global media companies and immersing himself in the active pushing of government-sanctioned/-directed propaganda to influence people the whole world over, and running in the same circles as actual royalty of colonialist empires and actual billionaires.  He says so right on his own website’s About page, and I swear by the gods above and below that I am not making this up (with the important and rather telling-on-oneself bits bolded by myself):

Australian by birth, Gordon White’s family has strong connections to the wider South Pacific thanks to his grandfather’s experience in colonial administration in Nauru and New Guinea. He spent much of his early years exploring and diving in Micronesia, Melanesia and Polynesia. […] After moving to London, he held senior data and analytics positions in global media companies, as well as starting a chaos magic blog and podcast called Rune Soup… which ultimately led to the publication of his first three books, The Chaos Protocols, Star.Ships: A Prehistory of the Spirits and Pieces of Eight. […] Fun trivia about Gordon:

I think it’s clear to say that Gordon White isn’t some sort of Joe Six-Pack, some sort of common man that disempowered people should relate to.  He is very much a product of the same old money and colonialist regimes that he instead tries to pillory me (and others!) for.  Rather than responsibly accounting for his own privilege, he instead builds his whole career on his privilege being a predicate for everything he’s done, up to and including buying his own farm (which he struggles with) to live out some sort of prepper’s dream to deal with his own midlife crisis.  Rather than making use of his privilege and his experience with the self-same archons that he developed his whole “archonology” theorycrafting about to actually help people, he’s more inclined to perpetuate and propagate those same tendencies and strengths to bend people around him to stoop to his insanity even more.

I could go on, but if you take a look at what I linked to above and Marco Visconti’s original tweet (and all the replies from the many other people to it), you’ll see so much more of this in tired abundance.  Between the non-ironic shares of “news articles” from extremist/conspiracy rags like Expose News or Rebel News, the calls for violence against healthcare workers, the piles of anti-vax rhetoric that he only ever doubles down on (and now seems to be making his whole brand), the extremely improper “medical advice” he gives for people to deal with the vaccine (including talking about turpentine enemas to extract toxins)…it’s not great.  But this is who he is; this is what he does. (Click to embiggen if you want to read some real swill.)

While Gordon has definitely and publicly gone off the rails in the COVID-19 pandemic and how traumatized he was by not being able to travel so freely anymore (quelle horreur!), it’s not like his right-wing extremism is a new thing.  He’s shown tendencies towards New Right ideology in posts dating back at least to 2015, invoking the likes of Ernst Jünger for the sake of rebellion against multiculturalism.  Taking a page out of his own conspiracy/archonology playbook, if there’s one thing Gordon is good at, it’s using, twisting, and adapting language to suit his own self-serving needs—although anyone with a head on their shoulders and their eyes open can see clearly what it is he’s doing.  (The irony of him using Mark Twain’s quote in his recent posts of “it’s easier to fool people than to convince them that they have been fooled” would be so satisfying if it weren’t so nauseating in this context.)

This blogpost of mine is not intended to be something like Fr. Pera’s documentation of the Nazi occultist Georgina Rose aka Da’at Darling; I’m not tracking all of the awful things Gordon has said or encouraged people to do over the years, as that’s a far greater endeavor than I have the time or energy for, especially when I’ve spent the past few years content with just ignoring him.  However, at this point, the harm he’s causing through his violent rhetoric (all the while couched in feel-good holistic woo and Ursula Le Guin quotes) is simply too much to keep silent on, and so I refuse to any longer.  This is why I spoke out several days ago on Twitter, and is why I’m speaking out now on my blog (which I hope, dear reader, hasn’t been “unremittingly boring” for you).  I simply share what I have at hand about why I’m saying these things, all to make this point: Gordon White is not someone to follow, learn from, or give one’s money to.  I am simply letting people know what he’s actually doing and saying behind his cultivated online presence.

A call-out like this is not going to make me many friends, or so I assume; I’ve already had some (albeit happily not many) people distance themselves from me, calling me an “unhinged tweet spree hate message spreader” or just simply “scum” (for real).  And, yanno what?  It’s honestly no skin off my nose for being called names for calling out someone who seems to want to start a cult around himself.  Unlike Gordon, I’m not trying to corner some market, cultivate some personality cult, or take advantage of people with an obvious grift that preys on people’s enflamed emotions and vulnerability with far-right propaganda-bot-fueled talking points during a global pandemic (and worse).  I’m just here doing my thing, and that’s all I care about; to that end, I just want to make sure that people are well-prepared with the knowledge they need regarding one of the bigger (and more harmful) names in the modern occult community today.  Hence, this blog post, which I hope will be the only one I ever have to write about him, since I’d like to get back to my habit of not having to think about him or reluctantly visit his website/Twitter when someone tells me about some new odious thing he wrote with my name on it.  Since I’ve solidly earned a place on his shitlist, I fully anticipate that he’ll continue ranting and whining about me with bungled attempts at defaming me or shaming me while ignoring the breathtaking hypocrisy or outright ignorance involved in him doing so; I don’t care.

While I don’t expect to deconvert anyone already stuck on Gordon’s bullshit (though hope springs eternal!), I do want to spread the awareness of his bullshit all the same, to let others know who have been picking up on some of these rancid smells that it’s not just them, to let people know that there are those willing to speak out against him despite his following, and to offer an explanation of why my name is coming out of his execrable mouth.  Despite his holier-than-thou railing against people with hate in their hearts, I’m not someone so full of hate like Gordon is in this; I am only (in the words of the Headless Rite) someone “who hates the fact that unjust deeds are done in the world”.  The Rune Soup really is rotten, and the sooner we dump it, the better off we’ll all be.

PS: I am uninterested in reading defenses of bloviating, conspiracy-addled, rage-spreading hucksters, despite what you might have learned from them or how good a friend they might be to you; they can defend and redeem themselves by changing their own apparent behavior and character. And yanno what? I’d love for these kinds of people to do just that! I’m not about playing a game of tit-for-tat to garner support or leverage social media engagement; I just want us all to do better. So please, if you’ve got something to share in support of Gordon or similar people, just save your breath and keystrokes, and instead let them show who they are by their own words and works.

[presidenthades]

I’ve been cobbling together a playlist for the Daughters-verse, and so far I’ve finished the Daemon’s Handbook portion. I treated it like I was assembling a movie soundtrack. See below for the author’s rambling explanation of why she chose each song (yes, including some Disney).

Stay Frosty Royal Milk Tea: Daemon’s emo boy anthem at the beginning of the fic. (See lyrics: “some princes don’t become kings.”)

You’re Welcome: If this fic was a Disney movie, Daemon would be singing this song when he’s first introduced to his future stepdaughters (while the Targbros eavesdrop in the background because they’re still under the delusion Daemon is cool).

Secret Melody: Nice, sweeping instrumentals for Daemon’s temporarily idyllic life on Dragonstone.

Mother Knows Best: Replace “mother” with “step-kepa” and this is basically Daemon’s entire anti-Targtower lecture to the girls in the first half of the fic. Dragonstone = Rapunzel’s tower.

Message In A Bottle: All the girls and boys sending ravens to each other.

Yakety Sax: The ultimate chase theme music for when Daemon keeps trying to catch Lucera during her escape attempts.

Natural: When Daemon does the mean thing with Luce and Aemond’s letters.

Rude: THE theme song for this whole fic, but it culminates during Jace and Aegon’s elopement. The entire song is about marrying someone’s daughter even though the dad doesn’t like it. It’s perfect and I won’t hear any arguments.

Royalty: When all the adults clash in Chapter 6 about whether to annul the elopement…

O mio babbino caro: …and then Jace swoops in with the winning hand by pulling on Viserys’s heartstrings! (This song is from an opera and it’s about a girl begging her dad to let her marry her love.)

Dance of Dragons: For the scene where Aegon asks to go to the Stepstones, then Aemond follows him. If I was filming this (I know nothing about filming), young!Aegon and young!Aemond would be saying goodbye to Jace, Alicent, etc. at 2:15, then they’d hop on their dragons and disappear into the clouds, then at 2:33 their dragons explode back out of the clouds and suddenly it’s adult!Aegon and adult!Aemond post-time skip flying to Dragonstone. Or something like that idk.

Wild Heart: Sweet little instrumental for the reunions in Chapter 7.

Don’t You Worry Child: For whenever Daemon and Baela have a conversation/scene together. AKA Daemon’s emotional growth theme music.

Flight of the Silverbird: Instrumental when all of the Targaryen dragons are flying above King’s Landing at the end of Chapter 7.

The Tournament: For the wedding tourney, especially Baela’s mystery knight moment.

Slipping Through My Fingers: Mostly for Rhaenyra’s emotions during the wedding preparations in Chapter 8, but Daemon gets to have some of the feels too.

House Velaryon: Wedding parade scene.

La Coronación: A grand and classic-sounding instrumental for the wedding scene.

Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This): Daemon’s fever dream from when he gets wasted at the wedding feast to when he suddenly remembers his blacked-out memories about Luce and Aemond in Chapter 9.

7 Years: Daemon’s big blow-out with Rhaena and then Luce in Chapter 10, and remorse for his actions hits him really hard. (See lyrics: “only those I really love will ever really know me,” and also “soon I’ll be 60 years old, will I think the world is cold? Or will I have a lot of children who can warm me?”)

Wasting My Young Years: Daemon is feeling really sorry for himself near the end of Chapter 10 while he hangs out with Joff. Also he feels old.

Daemon and Rhaenyra: For their heart-to-heart at the end when they talk about the kind of world they want to leave for their children.

Good Riddance (Time of Your Life): Daemon’s last big decision in this fic: let Lucera think Aemond set the trap, or find out the truth? He chooses the latter, and that leads to the fic’s happy ending, his mending relationship with the girls, and the culmination of his character arc. Daemon in Chapter 1 would never have made that choice, but that’s why we have emotional growth in stories.

Heroes (We Could Be): End credits music, because Daemon has redeemed himself.

[perfectlyvalid49]

Entering your asks because I have seen your post about Jewish trauma and replies all over my dash (and only doing it on anon because of how stilted and awkward I always am with strangers that I admire). Your patience and earnest attempts to educate and inform those too stubborn, arrogant, and convinced of their absolute moral correctness is astonishing, and I am sorry the world's once more in such a state of hate that you had to make that post in the first place, let alone deal with a mess of antisemitic BS in the notes. (I am sorry we goyim on the left are failing the Jewish community as badly as we are. We never seem to learn, no matter how patiently you hold our hands through the explanations.)

You seem to be all kinds of awesome.

First, thank you!

Second, I’m sorry for being all over your dash. It was a long post to begin with and it only got longer as everybody yelled at the anti-Semite. It was all over my dash too, and *I* was beginning to find it annoying.

It feels weird to be admired, as I think my most notable qualities are “good at remembering rules to TTRPGs,” “incredibly stubborn,” and “does not know when to shut up.” If you feel more comfortable on anon, that’s fine, but if you ever want to put your name on things, know that most of my friends (myself included) are in the “neurospicy and have less than awesome social skills” group, so awkward isn’t going to bother me any.

The patience comes from having two elementary aged kids. If I can deal with a toddler, I can deal with an adult acting like a toddler. Also, I used to be a receptionist at a pediatrics office – so I actually have a lot of experience customer servicing adults acting like toddlers, to be honest.

As for a willingness to educate, I genuinely believe that hatred in all its forms comes from ignorance. It’s much easier to hate a faceless entity than a real person, and it’s easier to hate a group that you have no experience with than to hate a member of that group that you’re having a conversation with, especially when they’re being reasonable. I’ve been a LOT of people’s first Jew, and I don’t mind being the person to show that Jews are just normal people. Even if the person I’m in conversation with isn’t getting it, my hope is that someone on the sidelines – either their followers or mine, will.

There are two Jewish concepts at play here. The first is “tikkun olam,” or “repairing the world.” The idea is that the world is not perfect, and it is our duty to make it better. I feel like educating people, and hopefully reducing hate is a way of doing that. The other is a quote from the Talmud - “You are not obligated to complete the work, but neither are you free to desist from it.” I don’t have to teach everyone, but when presented with the opportunity to teach someone, I have to at least try. The way I see it, doing this is part of how I practice Judaism.

As for the goyim on the left, a lot of them have let me down. But every once in a while I get an ask or a message like this from someone who seems to understand. Or I’ll point out someone’s antisemitism, and they’ll actually listen to the criticism and try to do better. It gives me hope. Since I made that post, I’ve received kind messages from a handful of people privately, plus there’s been some love in the tags on reblogs. Between that and getting all that off my chest in the first place, I honestly feel better now than I did a week ago. Thanks to everyone who helped with that, including you, Anon.

[actuallylorelaigilmore]

disordered eating things

today i survived my second therapy appointment--this was the first one focused on my food issues. my therapist (who’s still training, she’s technically not a therapist yet) has no experience working with eating disorders, so she did research on ARFID at my request before this second visit. 

so she asked me questions today, then more follow-up ones, and then told me that while she will be consulting other experts and she definitely wants to help me with my food habits that are concerning, i don’t fit the diagnostic criteria of ARFID as she understands them because...i’m fat. 

she didn’t phrase it that way, but that was the essence of it, because according to her understanding of what she’s reading, a diagnosis requires significant weight loss, severe nutritional issues, or otherwise suffering things like being unable to get out of bed or using a feeding tube. 

(she tried to explain it with a comparison using anorexia, but it still didn’t make sense to me because it seemed to be implying that someone whose behavior is anorexic who still ‘functions’ in their life despite their symptoms wouldn’t be considered anorexic. and when i asked for clarity about that, she said that no, they would be--which still leaves me wondering how i could then have symptoms but not be disordered technically due to my weight or my health problems being not bad enough.)

i pushed back against everything she said that i didn’t understand, or that didn’t match my knowledge of ARFID--it can be a struggle for me to stay focused and stand up for myself with medical professionals but i’m trying really hard in this case. and since i know lots of people with disordered eating have trouble getting help when they’re fat, i was aware this might happen, so it was important to me to clarify how negatively and severely my life is impacted by my food struggles. 

(also i’ve lost nearly 40 pounds in less than a year without any exercise because my eating has gotten so much worse, and i just learned i have a major zinc deficiency after i had to take supplements for years to fix a B deficiency that got so bad i couldn’t walk. so i even have the health effects she was talking about. i’m just not dangerously thin, and am therefore regarded as not-disordered.)

in a month, i’ll see her again in person and see what further insight she’s gained from her colleagues. i won’t be shocked if the anti-fat bias in my healthcare system means she concludes that i don’t have an eating disorder, even as my ‘safe foods’ keep growing more restricted and right now i’m surviving on mostly toast, mac & cheese, fries and popcorn. 

the good news is that she does mean well and we get along okay, so she’s listened thus far and understands me as well as any non-autistic, non-experienced-with-spectrum-folks therapist can. i just may not get a diagnosis unless someday i can access one of the very few places/professionals that’s experienced with ARFID and knows the nuances in how it can affect people.

most likely in the meantime she’ll be helping me with the psychological side of my food issues without the label, and she knows i want guidance on how to find help with the physical stuff that isn’t her area. i know i can’t fix this on my own, and at least i’m trying to navigate a really complicated system despite how frustrating it is. i always feel great relief when i’m done with an appointment, but i also feel hopeful about this. so that’s nice.

[jangyeevns]

in reference to this post, i’m gonna have a lax little group set in huntington beach, california and surrounding muses ages 21-45 ( maybe 50.. i’ll tweak soon when i decide ) because older muses deserve a place too !! i’m capping it at ten muns for now and it’ll be moots/friends/vibe check clearance exclusive for maximum comfort for everyone. basic rules and info are as follows:

obviously, no god-modding, ship/face-chasing, bubble roleplaying, ooc drama, generally abusive, insensitive or intolerant behaviour, etc or you’re out ! we’re all adults here, so while i’ll intervene when something is brought to my attention, i should assume we all know how to act for these tough and uncomfortable conversations to be avoided or handled privately and considerately.

age ( outside of established rule in next point ) and race-bending are also BIG no’s so let’s not do that, yeah?

muses, fcs and muns must be 21+ to be considerate of ages of majority in some parts, and the rule for aging a muse will be +/- 4 years per the fc’s current age.

recent community fuckery has me adding this, smh. if shipping/having romantic connections comes about, do consider the ages of both muse and fc and not indulge in massive age gaps or power imbalances; chemistry is so valid, but we also have to bear in mind the implications of a 30+ year old fc being with a 22 year old fc, especially as 21 is the youngest age accepted.

you can apply with 2 muses with one being gender, body or racially diverse since i’m not about to facilitate a white and cis as fuck environment because there’s no reason in 2023 ?? this goes for every second muse you pick up when additional muses are allowed once things kick off.

banned fcs shouldn’t have to be rattled off like crazy since lots of lists exist for people who don’t wish to be used and we know most of the problematic people to be wary of, but for those who are either still used in abundance or conflict with personal comfort ( which muns can add onto once accepted ), they include: the hadids, the jenners, kj apa, cole sprouse, nicola peltz, justin bieber, timothée chalamet, ester exposito, dove cameron, danna paola, legacies cast, angus cloud, any zionist, pro-trump or anti-blm tools, sabrina carpenter, george sear, gavin leatherwood, matt daddario, josefine frida pettersen.

interest checks will be on a weekly basis since we all have work, school and other commitments to prioritize at times and rp is a hobby ! since this won’t be an open group, activity checks and hiatuses won’t be mandatory at the moment.

THE APP !

[ faceclaim, age, gender, pronouns ] — i think i just saw FIRST LAST leaving the pier with AESTHETIC ITEM + AESTHETIC ITEM in hand. you haven’t heard of them? they’re a/n OCCUPATION from HOMETOWN, living in NEIGHBOURHOOD and you can always find them at THEIR FAVOURITE SPOT. i don’t know, they seem pretty - NEGATIVE to most, but i thought they were + POSITIVE when i spoke to them; we’ll just have to wait and see what else they have in store for us. [ mun name/alias, age, pronouns, tz ]

feel free to add extras to get a feel for your muse ! it doesn’t impact acceptance if i’m being honest, but i always love a little insight if someone’s even willing to provide it LMAO

SAMPLE APP !

[ tingting_lai, 22, cis woman, she/her ] — i think i just saw PHOEBE ZHU leaving the pier with A SCRUNCHIE COORDINATED TO HER OUTFIT + RASPBERRY PEACH ITALIAN SODA in hand. you haven’t heard of them? they’re a STUDENT/RETAIL CLERK from SOUTHPORT, CONNECTICUT, living in GOLDENWEST and you can always find them at THE BEACH. i don’t know, they seem pretty - PERFECTIONISTIC to most, but i thought they were + EBULLIENT when i spoke to them; we’ll just have to wait and see what else they have in store for us. [ jules, 25, she/her, nt ]

TAKEN FCS !

tingting_lai, bianca lawson

MUN COUNT + FCS !

tbd !

[alligatorjesie]

For those of you who don’t know Bunny, she is commonly called a ‘bunny ear cactus’.

But don’t let the name fool you there is nothing fucking cute about this asshole.

She’s covered in nearly microscopic spines called glochids that can’t be pulled out with your fingers. No, this little shit’s glochids are so tiny you’ll have to use tweezers and a back light to even see them well enough to remove them. And if any part of the glochid is left in the skin which is likely because they regularly break with the frailty of my childhood dreams to become a real dinosaur, don’t fret, it’ll painfully remind you it’s there until you remove it entirely by itching and burning.

I put her in the pot I carved a spider on because I want everyone who sees her to instantly revolt enough to not touch.

Not to say Orb Weavers are revolting, I think they’re quite cute, just most people don’t like giant spiders. And what better way to telegraph ‘Do Not Touch’ then with a giant spider?

But this plant has taught me one thing and that’s how to be ‘the whole problem’.

So today I’m going to take her advice and be

The Problem.

@rjalker

No I don’t.

It’s really fucking weird how I’ve been in the reylo fandom for over 7 years and don’t remember this exchange. Or know anyone in the fandom who holds this belief.

You wouldn’t have any proof would you?

I’ll wait.

@machoestofmen

People who ship a canon ship from a very popular sci fi movie don’t deserve human rights?

The fuck?

No, no, What the fuck? Explain yourself.

A group of people don’t deserve human right because of a Fucking Ship?

I don’t fucking shit on you for enjoying Steven Universe porn, so who the flying fuck do you think you are to shame other people in fandom for enjoying a fictional fucking ship?

Fuck You.

@shadowmaat

You know I do agree with you about that whole ‘don’t send death threats’ thing. It’s a rule I follow religiously. I’m a furry you see, well before I was ever a reylo, and I’ve been told I should go die since I pretty much started using the internet back when I was a child.

It feels bad man.

But my God’s name in Christ have I met some Anti-Reylos who do not feel that telling someone to die is wrong in the slightest.

And these are just some of mine, not to mention the ones send to other reylos, which please allow me:

While I unfortunately with no doubt could go on, I don’t want to.

Getting told by an Anti I should have my dead body raped by a nail covered dildo for enjoying a ship once is once enough in a lifetime but alas, I gotten over 900 of them for being in the reylo fandom alone, not to mention the countless ones over a lifetime being a furry.

Don't recommend it.

0 out of 10.

This is a lot of harassment towards a fandom that isn't fucking racist but every time we try to point this fact out people like you jump to complete and total assfucks like @rootbeergoddess 's defense for some honestly pretty fucking false accusations.

I do stop and regularly think about why people think reylos are racist but struggle pretty hard because it’s not coming from inside this fandom that's for fucking sure.

In my experience, and who would have more here since I’m an active member of the reylo fandom since The Force Awakens came out back in 2015, the reylos have been quite good about pushing bad actors out of their fandom spaces. On par or surpassing even the furry fandom’s response to nazis in their fandom.

And furries take kicking nazis Very Seriously.

The assholes very happily reveal themselves and the fandom as a whole pushes them out like a splinter. Feel free to show me a post where a reylo was being racist and I'll show you that person's dead account because the reylo fandom did it's due diligence.

Most of the instances that antis give me as ‘proof’ has been easily debunked in a few minutes with Google only to reveal the user in question is no longer an active member of the reylo community because they’ve been asked to fucking leave and the offending account is no longer active.

I have examples if you'd like to see them:

Like this one where the OP posted a tweet from an account that just liked to cause shit and had long ago been banned.

This one from a user who went silent back in early 2021 after some intense fallout in the fandom.

This one, a DM sent to the OP in another language and looking through a bad translation was a rather heartfelt plea which OP somehow misinterpreted as a death threat because they couldn’t fathom why a reylo would send such a thing to such a account after dealing with their harassment on top of the entire shit show that was 2020.

Or this one, which they caption as a reylo post but since they removed the unsername and I did legitimately struggle to find the original post we can only fucking guess if it is or isn’t actually a reylo. Then managed to repost finnrey artwork from another user without asking and couldn't be fucked to spend 5 minutes with Google to figure out who it was.

I had to do extra work because this user really liked to block out the usernames from the people who said this shit.

Paradoxically protecting the people they’ve set out to shame.

Mind you this user is also a hardcore finnrey shipper who thinks the reylos are racist for shipping Rey with Ben and are somehow responsible for Disney not pairing him with Rey even though he has 3 other love interests that don't involve pairing him with the white girl. They have multiple accounts dedicated to harassing reylos.

So this is just a thing they like to do.

Listen. I get it you don’t like reylos because maybe you saw a 5 year old tweet where a long ago shunned user who hasn't been active in the reylo fandom for at least 3 years now said some pretty gnarly shit or you decided long ago you don’t like some aspect of the ship because you feel in your giblets something was sus about it then treated the people in the fandom like shit but just can’t ever figure out why they’re always to rude to you or you don’t like Ben because you think he’s a nazi even though every time we try to show you the perfectly fine Hux who literally did this in the very first movie you just close your eyes and thumb up your ears, whatever the fucking reason.

I want you to understand one very important thing:

There are in fact real nazis Star Wars fandom

Really real racists

Who make being in this fandom day after day a fucking gantlet.

but my guy,

my dude,

my tumblr affiliate,

The reylos are not those people.

I do however regularly see Antis calling reylos racist but then the proof they have is wild shit like a photo edit made by a 15 year old back in 2016 and someone just took the fact they had to remove Finn to put Ben in there as ‘proof of racism’.

Like,

Ya’ll,

It’s a fan edit made by a teenager. It ain’t that fucking nefarious.

Not when you consider we get this almost exact shot in the movies nearly 7 years later.

Almost like this was the natural progression of this character in these movies.

And that this ship was very obvious from the start of this trilogy.

And that maybe harassing a group of women who simply had the wherewithal to notice the son of 2 OG characters was probably gonna be redeemed and suffering 7 years of harassment over A Romantic Ship So Obvious And Telegraphed They Had Actors Auditioning for Kylo Ren Read Lines From 'Pride and Prejudice' was maybe unjustified.

Re-fucking-gardless of the ship and how canon it is or isn't.

I got fanfiction. I got fanart. I don’t need official Star Wars to care about reylo. We still care about reylo and make reylo content and for most people in this fandom that is more than enough. This is a very active fandom and content is being created for it daily, years after the last absolute disappointment of a movie that was ep9 came out.

Disney ain't going to stop me from drawing smut of the characters I love. Anti-reylos ain't going to change the fact reylos have wrote a better episode 9 a thousand times over on AO3, and their versions have some great fucking sex scenes in them. Disney would fucking never give me that much although The Last Jedi did have a lot of metaphorically literal pussies in it and I got to say I appreciate that Rian.

In fact I don't know a single reylo who would tell anyone from any other fandom not to pursue the ship they enjoy. If you're a Finnrey and you hate reylo so much you do nothing else but write fanfiction where Finn and Rey spend 20 chapters brutally beating Kylo Ren within and inch of his life and end ever chapter by having graphic sex in front of his bloodied and beaten body, a little fucking psychotic of you and maybe you should talk to a doctor about all this misdirected anger but I can tell you one fucking thing right now:

The Reylos wont stop you.

I don't know of a single reylo who has ever told someone from another fandom they can't ship what they like but god fucking damnit if I ain't seen page upon page of anti-reylos telling us we can't ship reylo because of X, Y, and Z reasons.

I don’t think I’m crazy. I’ve been in this fandom too long to not notice this trend and it’s an alarmingly common one. The first group of people most likely to attack reylos are alt-right nazis on twitter and reddit, and the second group is anti-reylo finnreys who are upset because a few Reylos asked John Boyega to maybe not talk about the Married Woman he calls his friend like she's a trophy to be fucked to one up those same alt-right nazis on fucking Twitter.

Fun fact you probably didn't know;

The tweet that John originally responded to with the 'lay pipe' tweet was in fact an alt-right sock puppet account who's sole purpose was to stir shit.

It's an awful but painfully enlightening read if you wish to check out the full article.

Isn’t something about all that a little fucking weird to you?

Why is it this way?

And don’t tell me ‘the racism’ because if you bothered to read a single thing above this sentence you’d know it most fucking certainty is not.

I don’t want to hate anyone in this or any other fandom. I would absolutely adore a world where any fan of any ship can stroll through reddit or twitter or tumblr proclaiming to all the world the thing they love and never see one negative comment about it because ultimately at the end of the day it's all fiction and this doesn't hurt you personally.

Don’t you wanna live in that world? The world where you can post your Finnrey smut and I can post my furry reylo smut and the kylux shippers can post their BDSM artwork and the guys who are still shipping Luke and Leia can go do whatever the fuck they’re doing in their corner, what the fuck ever man they’re consenting adults who ain't hurting anyone at this point and I got not skin in that game, and we can all just get the fuck along.

Ship what you.

I ain't your fucking mother.

But I am a motherfucker.

@blackfilmmakers

Allow me to extend an incredibly rare olive branch as I’m not known in this fandom for being calm and collected but I feel somewhere along the way you and the reylo fandom got off on the wrong foot. I feel as if with very minimal heartfelt conversation with one you will find we’re not the horrible racist fandom you should be hating on and are actually very similarly treated as people of color are by the Star Wars fandom as a whole.

The Star Wars fandom historically does not like women just as much as they don’t like people of color.

And a large portion of reylos are women.

I will happily hold your hand and walk you through the issues you have with this fandom and the very not real fictional characters in it. I will do it personally and if you ask Very Nicely I won’t even say the word ‘Fuck’ if that pleases you.

All I ask is when I show you my consideration that maybe those Reylos who were racist to you once are no longer in the fandom and if you give me just a moment of your time I can prove it to you. All I ask is that you put your bias aside momentarily and hear me out.

After all who would know about the reylo fandom more than an active reylo?

I get it. Some people in the Star Wars fandom were mean to people of color. But won't you be just absolutely shocked to hear that those assholes were mean to the reylos too?

The reylos who are overwhelmingly not white by the way, 68% white is an unheard statistic when the furry fandom is a comical 83% white.

For years, even after The Last Jedi came out, Reylos were regularly banned from Star Wars communities. Posts users made about the subject would get locked and the user banned.

There are numerous areas of reddit that are still incredibly hostile to reylos and people of color in the Star Wars fandom.

Go on meow.

Make a positive post at reddit’s r/saltierthancrait about a black character in Star Wars and then make another post speaking positively about reylo and watch as they both get down voted into oblivion.

We’ve both been going through the same hate in this fandom so you have to understand why I’m so completely fucking baffled that you’ve taken all this anger and hatred you’ve received from the Star Wars fandom as a whole and directed it at the one group of fans who have been treated just as poorly by the overarching Star Wars fandom.

Who in the reylo fandom has recently harassed you? Who in the reylo fandom was being openly racist to you? In the last few days? Months? Years? Tell me who the fuck they are and I will personally chew them a new asshole and tell them to get the fuck out of the fandom, as I’ve made it quite clear I’m more than capable of doing it.

I don’t want racist fuckwads in my community anyways.

I don’t accept them in the furry fandom, and I don’t accept them in the reylo fandom.

I’m spending my time here and now on this because you’re giving the spotlight to someone who is making some pretty fucking harsh and out-fucking-right lies about a fandom I’m an active member in that I love very much. I've spent nearly 8 years now building a worldwide community that stretches to every corner of the planet so it feels really shitty when someone who made a post Straight Out Lying about that fandom gains undeserved traction.

Let's dissect @rootbeergoddess's post down a little shall we?

I know it’s been a while since I ranted about Reylo but I find so funny is how the Reylos killed their own fandom and now they have nothing.

Nothing? The reylos have nothing? We don't have over 30 published books that were once reylo fanfictions?

We don't have a thriving active communities on tumblr and twitter?

There were over 18 new posts to the #reylo tag Just Last Night and at least 3 of them were brand new pieces of artwork. At least 8 of those were fanfic related.

And that's just on tumblr.

Right out the fucking gate and they're full of shit.

And to be honest, I don’t think I would have hated Reylo so much had the fans had been decent people. Like if you’re going to ship something problematic, just admit that it is and don’t be surprised if some people don’t like it.

It's called 'enemies to lovers' not 'friends to besties' you daffy fuck. It's safe to fucking say the characters start out as enemies since there's a fucking war going on in the movies.

You sure seem to like Five Nights a Freddie's an awful lot even though the characters in the game literally kill people, but I'll be goddamned it no one ever tells you you can't woobify them and draw porn of them or whatever the fuck your blog is filled to the brim with.

If Darth Fucking Vader can get a goddamn redemption after a lifetime of murdering I think we as fans can forgive Ben for a few reasons because:

It's fucking fake. Ben Solo/Rey/reylo isn't real and they can't hurt you.

If reylo has hurt you it's because you let it hurt you.

I'm not holding a goddamn gun to your head and telling you to ship reylo. No one in this fucking fandom is doing that. If it ain't your jam then leave it the fuck in the fridge and go about your day.

I'm not going to admit my ship is problematic because A: It's a pretty fucking vanilla enemies-to-lovers ship and B: even if it fucking was what fucks should you give?

No one in any fandom is fucking demanding you ship something.

But Reylos had to be extra. They had to be racist as hell as well as annoying. They were so annoying that various people who work for Lucasfilm went private. They spammed Tumblr tags constantly! Also, on Twitter they went around, commenting on any and all Star Wars tweets with #SaveBenSolo.

Hey guys is posting in our own fucking tag spamming? Asking for a friend.

See, I've been in this fandom for a really long time and I recall many positive engagement with reylos since Daisy kept liking and reposting reylo artwork and Kelly also showed an interest in the ship.

I don't recall the reylos being the reason Daisy Ridley or Kelly Marie Tran felt the need to leave the fucking internet. Reylos actually like those characters and actors.

But users like rootbeergoddess sure knows a thing or 2 about harassing people for enjoying a ship.

And now they don’t have anything. There is no way in hell Disney is going to make another movie related to the new trilogy and I doubt they’ll make any other media related to it either. All that work at being the worst part of the Star Wars fandom and they nothing.

Disney could fucking explode tomorrow but I will continue to draw reylo porn. The active members of this fandom will not be fucking stopped either. It has been 3 years since The Rise of Skywalker came out and even still this fandom is nonplussed by the shit ending they gave us. We just made new endings.

Disney has no fucking power over me or anyone else in this fandom.

This isn't the dig you think it is.

I could not give a single fuck if Disney never touches the sequel trilogy again.

Unlike rootbeergoddess who seems real upsetty the MCU is a fucking thing and seems to let a lot of things bother them.

Now that we got that out of the way let's take a quick look at what I mean by 'Rootbeergoddess seems to let a lot of things bother them' and take a stroll though their fucking dense 'anti' tags.

The user you choose to reblog this post from has a long history of harassing members of the reylo fandom.

They have a long and concerning history of harassing A Lot of fandoms.

@rootbeergoddess has a fucking problem and needs to talk to someone about it instead of spending 200+ posts since 20cocksucking17 dedicated to shitting on a fandom that consists of mostly young women of a wide assortment of races who just want to see two characters bang.

This level of harassment isn't any fucking different than the people who harassed Kelly Marie Tran and Daisy Ridley off the internet by doing shit just like this.

I understand that the point of this blog is to uplift black voices and good on you, I’m glad you’re doing that and I wish you 100 more happy years doing it, but yo, you're not helping Anyone if the voice you choose to lift has just as many empty incorrect hurtful accusations as the

very real

very hateful racist

already known to be in this fandom.

Aww shit I gotta level all this snark out with some positivity uhh let's see here fandom positive fandom posit- Ahh! Here we go!

Some Untitled Goose/Porg Game fanart I made.

I would play the shit out of that game.

[feargender]

I posted 3,117 times in 2022

That's 577 more posts than 2021!

140 posts created (4%)

2,977 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@tiredqueertranarchist

@nastywizard

@elytrians

@campgender

@dykepilled

I tagged 2,041 of my posts in 2022

Only 35% of my posts had no tags

#black sails - 123 posts

#kieran reaches out into the void - 120 posts

#words - 99 posts

#art - 93 posts

#politics - 91 posts

#star wars - 79 posts

#fanart - 60 posts

#laugh tag - 59 posts

#edwin tag - 58 posts

#mac tag - 58 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#‘now they try to go about their daily ritual of driving their truck up to a window and screaming at it until a chicken sandwich comes out’

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Got my septum pierced today everyone say congrats on the new gender

(They/them or fae/faer)

Plus the full t shirt (by @sweatermuppet)

See the full post

74 notes - Posted April 1, 2022

#4

See the full post

125 notes - Posted March 19, 2022

#3

Lgbtq communities online really fucking popped off by reinventing gender essentialism when they started aggressively categorizing transness and what it means to be a “man” or a “woman”. Now in order to follow people you have to click the link in their bio to a google quiz that tells you whether or not you count as not-man enough to be in their wlw/nblw only space.

170 notes - Posted January 6, 2022

#2

Help an autistic disabled transmasc move

Basically what it says on the tin. My name is Kieran and I’m moving to another state this summer. I just landed a second part-time job but the pay is pretty low and I really need more money than what I have to successfully make this move. In all honestly I’m much too disabled to be working 2 jobs, but here I am, and I’m still not sure it’ll be enough, as I can’t get good hours.

I currently need to at least double the amount of money that I have. This will insure that I have enough for a deposit, the first month’s rent, some furniture, and other living expenses while I find a job in my new location.

If you could throw anything my way, I’d be incredible grateful. I’ll add links in a reblog.

186 notes - Posted April 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

honestly nothing will make me distrust you faster than being anti self-dx. aside from the fact that it’s incredibly belittling and disregards how medical bigotry and neglect would prevent you from receiving a diagnosis, it also ignores the fact that diagnosis is a form of violence.

you think doctors, especially psychiatrists, diagnose patients to better help that patient and to treat them? they diagnose patients to punish them for the crime of being disabled/neurodivergent/etc. a diagnosis isn’t neutral, you don’t leave the doctor’s office the same as when you entered it. you leave with limited access to employment and housing, with a higher likelihood of being a victim of police brutality, and a much higher likelihood of experiencing medical neglect and malpractice in the future.

even if someone could get a professional diagnosis, they’re not required to do so, because to do so could be a much worse detriment than is worth any accommodations they might receive.

354 notes - Posted August 1, 2022

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[dreamwreaver]

Hey, I know you’re probably not in the fandom anymore but I really, really need you to know just how amazing you are. Since I got into the beetlejuice fandom recently I came across your works on ao3 and I actually genuinely will never be the same again. Yes, there are others who write beetlebabes, but your works are somehow so unique, the tone and setting of your fanfics is something I fail to find in other fanfics and the way write both Lydia and Beetlejuice seems so human, so vivid, something about it makes it so easy to slip yourselves into either of their shoes, feel whatever they’re feeling, and it’s such an amazing thing you’ve done. You have no idea how many nights I’ve stayed up till 5am squealing at your fanfics because the sexual tension and everything else seemed so tangible, it made me feel so many things I can’t even begin to explain.

I’m the type of fanfic consumer who writes what they can’t find and since I’ve finished just about all your works in Beetlejuice, I’ve tried to write my own fanfics for Beetlejuice but for the first time, for some reason it’s hard to write what I want to while keeping in line with what I think Lydia’s and Beetlejuice’s reactions would be to the situations I put them in, does that make sense? And I go back to your fanfics to try and get an idea of what I want out of my works, and I’m still working on it to this day.

But anyway, I just wanted to gush about how amazing your works have been, and I know you’re probably not into Beetlejuice anymore, but I just want you to know you’ve changed me through your fanfics, it’s become part of my daily routine and I just thought you ought to know how talented you are as a writer. I have never been this invested in anyone’s fanfics before, which is why it’s special to me and why I really wanted to write this to you to thank you. I don’t expect you to write for beetlejuice anymore or anything like that, I just really, really wanted to thank you from the bottom of my heart.

I’m into Hazbin Hotel too, if you ever wanna talk about other things. Once again, I love you, and thank you for writing so many works in Beetlejuice to keep me going. You have no idea how much it means to me. If you ever need me or wanna keep in touch, reply to this, I’ll be following your posts <3

Oh man, where do I begin to respond to this? I'm gonna be honest Nonny, I was fighting back tears and had a huge grin while reading this. And this is also why it's been sitting in my inbox. I wanted to give this ask the care and consideration you obviously gave me while writing this. I suppose the most simple thing to say is; thank you.

Thank you for your kind words and thank you for loving my work. It's always a pleasure to know something I wrote even as recently as a month ago has made an impact on someone, let alone something written years ago. As far as Beetlejuice goes; I'm not as active in terms of content creation but it's not as though I've left the fandom entirely. I occasionally check the tags here on tumblr but most of the people making content I get excited about I tend to chat with on other platforms like discord. There's quite a few active Beetlejuice servers on there, it's just a matter of finding the right fit for you.

I do love Hazbin Hotel, but I'm not as vocal in the fandom because the chalastor antis have been especially virulent as of late and I learned my lesson about burn out from Beetlejuice. Baiting and hating on them does nothing, so I tend to gripe about the more stupid ones and then I laugh and move on. To be quite honest I haven't been writing much because I moved and my setup isn't put back together yet. I try but unfortunately it is frowned upon to write fanfic at work lol.

Feel free to follow my posts, it's usually just me reblogging funny nonsense or cool art. I have a list a problematic ships a mile wide so hang on, you might find something else you're into haha.

[ofthehavens]

            CÍRDAN

                    OF THE HAVENS

Very tall he was, and his beard was long, and he was grey and old, save that his eyes were keen as stars.

                                     

Indie RP blog. Sel. & Priv. Permanent semi-hiatus. Since ‘24.

Sideblog (follows from @scion-of-kings)

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01. GUIDELINES

This is just so… it’s written down somewhere and you have an idea about what’s cool and not around this blog. It’s a bit long but you’ll see I’m pretty chill with everything —most of the rules are just basic common sense.

BASICS

• I’m slow. Super slow. I work full time and have a busy life outside Tumblr. Keep this in mind if you have trouble writing with someone who might take weeks to answer a thread.

• No godmoding. Do not control my character’s actions, unless we’ve talked about it and I’ve said it is okay to do so in certain threads. 

• Hate won't happen here.

• Let’s keep the drama in character. I won’t tolerate it ooc. 

• If you’re underage, I will not rp NSFW/smut stuff with you. I’m quite past of age, so NSFW can happen anytime and will be properly tagged. It may go under a read more. That being said, I would prefer writing with adult writers —nothing wrong with being a teen in the RP scene (I was one myself once upon a ton of blogs), but I would kindly encourage you to find writers closer to you in age.

• I’m selective. Just for my own sanity. It means I very much like to have a controlled number of threads and will not start anything new until there are slots available, so to say. I don’t have that much time to be around here, and it can be overwhelming to come back after a while and find +50 drafts waiting for me. 

•That being said, this is a secondary RP blog, so activity will be lower than at my main one.

• I do reserve the right to refuse to rp, specially if I feel our muses are not connecting at all.

• OCs, AUs are more than welcome. Crossovers not so much, unless the other mun and I have talked about it.

• On that note, I won't follow any HP related muse, neither characters coming from other JKR works.

• I won’t follow you if you’re not an rp blog, but you’re welcome into my ask and the im thing anyway (I’ll follow if your rp blog is a sideblog, though, just let me know!)

•Racism, zionism, antisemitism and anti-LGTBQ+ commentaries and views will get you a block. Good riddance.

• If it’s not tagged as “do not reblog”, feel free to do so, whatever it is. In fact the only things I want you to /not/ reblog are threads, though I’m okay with you hitting the heart. The rest is fine, whether it is a headcanon, a joke, a drabble or something I wrote ooc.

• As I don’t really have that much time to be around, I tend to tag my memes and starters with the people they’re intended to. Please refrain from sending anything if the tags don’t mention you. Otherwise send in whatever you want :)

•If you want to plot, or talk or whatever, IM and messages are open to everyone out there. I do not bite, though I’m shy as hell. Mutuals can ask for my Discord.

• HAVE FUN! That’s why we are here, right?

ABOUT CÍRDAN & FANDOM STUFF

•I don’t agree with LACE. Círdan sort of just doesn't care.

•My portrayal leans heavily on my own headcanons about Círdan's life and what the text lets you see about him. They’re part of my Círdan and I’ve been developing them for years. Anyway if we’re writing and any of them collides with your own headcanons on whatever the matter, I’ll be more than happy to discuss them with you and get to a solution that works and makes sense for the both of us. 

•On that note, about headcanons: Círdan is a canon character and we all work with the same source material. If some of my headcanons, ramblings and conclusions about him resonate with you, feel free to adopt them into your lore. Crediting this blog would be appreciated, though.

•While I do not expect anyone to be The Official Tolkien Walking Encyclopaedia, I do expect coherence. 

•Also I’m not a big fan of biased and twisted interpretations for the sake of shaming characters you don’t like/hate. If you want to bash someone you personally don’t like, make it ooc and don’t involve me. Likewise, I’m not a big fan of dog-piling either.

•Yes, I’ve watched the show and yes I have loved it. I will tend to follow book!Círdan but RoP will happen, too.

SHIPPING AND PLOTTING

•I won’t romantically ship Círdan with either Gil-galad, Elrond, and Eärendil. I picture Círdan mostly as a parental figure for all of them, si it's a no-no.

•Brotps and ships that have nothing to do with romance/sex are cool, though, as well as cracky ones just for the sake of certain memes.

•Romantic or not, I will need chemistry between our muses.

•I’m not exclusive but I can do mains and affiliates. I welcome duplicates -even from my own muses! Each one of us brings something new to their portrayal, and that’s very enriching. I’ll be more than happy to discuss our characters.

•I actually do prefer to plot things out before starting a thread. Threads derived from memes are the exception to this rule, as they tend to be more spontaneous stuff. If we’re friends ooc and have talked a lot or if I’ve given you free rein to do so, you can send starters directly into my inbox without it having to be a meme, or start a thread without my explicit consent; if we don’t know each other yet, please don’t.

FORMATTING AND THREADS

• I think each thread has its own pace. Long replies are good for a certain plot, while short ones are good for a certain other. But one-liners? Not a fan. I tend to make long posts, but I won’t ask you to match my length if you don’t feel like writing that long, or that short. Write as much as you’re comfortable with.

• I’m open to all kind of threads, except for abusive relationships.

• I won’t format, but I don’t mind if you do. Also I don’t really care if you try to match my lack of format in your replies or not. I’m no one to tell you how to run your blog. Same applies to icons.

•Please tell me if you need me to tag something for you. The most recurrent triggers are usually tagged by default but let me know  if you need something more specific.

•If you see I’m not cutting my posts it means I’m from mobile (which is from where I post mostly these days). Feel free to trim our threads down for me if it is an issue for you. 

•I don’t care if you continue a thread below an ask or if you open a new post for it; just tag me and I’ll be there. I personally do prefer continuing asks in a new post.

•While I don’t mind if you reblog a meme from me without sending something in (like… I would hate to make you send something in if you don’t see that meme happening between our muses), I would ask those who follow reblog karma to have the courtesy of reblogging from the source.  

•Please, don’t feel compelled to go into the IMs to tell me “hey, I dropped this thread!” I know that conversation can feel awkward and uncomfortable for some people, so just skip it if you need to. Sometimes you’re just not feeling a thread anymore, right? Nothing wrong with that. 

•I don’t care if you reply to our thread in two hours, three weeks or some months. Even actual years. I’ll be more than happy to read whatever you’ve written and will try to write a reply as soon as I can (Hint: the term soon is not in my vocabulary).

ICONS AND EDITS

-I made all of them unless stated otherwise.

Note: I reserve the right to change these rules, should it be needed. Last update: Nov’24.

02. ABOUT THE MUN

Age: living the 30s.

She/her, though any pronouns work. 

Call me Nin, please.

Personal account at: @montalais​ or the sideblog @grillsalad​ Mutuals are welcome to ask for my Discord.

Location: Spain (GMT+1).

Eng/Spa.

A couple of things, so you can get to know the person behind Círdan a bit: I can’t live without music, cinema is 90% of my life and I could get lost in a library and manage to not find the way out. Winter, woods, tea, books and rainy days are my thing. Shy AF. When I’m not writing, I’m a costume/fashion designer teacher. 

03. VERSES

under construction

[the-crisscrossed-system]

hey i notices you rebloged a post that got flagged by my blocked tags for "anti endo" and "pro endos dni". does that align with your stance or was it a mistake?

Okay I was hoping I wasn’t gonna have to talk about this but I guess it’s been a year or two since I was last asked so here we go.

We have dissociative identity disorder, which means we have all of the signs and symptoms of a person with a CDD, so we prefer to stay on DID tags and those like it. Those DID tags tend to be anti endo for understandable reasons, and I have no problem with that, if I’m talking about my disorder with other people who have my disorder, I don’t want people without my disorder adding their opinions in. We personally don’t go onto endo tags, they’re not for us, but we don’t like it going the other way around either, the DID tags aren’t for endos. While there might be some funny crossover at times, maybe a post comes up recommended on my feed or reposted from a mutual, and I certainly don’t read every tag, I don’t seek out endo experiences. If they come to me, and I find it relatable, maybe I’ll reblog it maybe I won’t. This blog is about my experiences, things I talk about and things I reblog because they feel relevant in some way. Essentially it’s my blog I post what I want, but if someone asked me to remove one of their posts for whatever reason I would.

That being said, when it comes to pro vs anti endo, I feel like neither really fit. I’d say I’m more endo avoidant. If you asked me when I first made this blog four years ago I’d say I was starkly anti endo, but 4 years later, honestly I just don’t care. I know I have a good few endo accounts following me, and I’m not going to block them, I’m not going to say anything against them, I might not agree with them or some of the things people in the endo community say and do, but I don’t agree with some of the things the DID community and the anti endo community say and do either. I’m just a person on the internet trying to get through my day to day life and posting silly little things on a silly little tumblr blog to make me feel better. And if endo blogs find me relatable, they have every right to follow and interact, I’m not against that, we can coexist! I’m going to keep talking about my life, anyone is free to interact, but if I ask about DID experience or advice, I only want answers from people with DID. A few weeks ago (I think) I posted a poll about a DID experience, and I specified this is about DID and I want people with DID to respond, but I can’t guarantee that everyone followed that and it’s something I just have to accept.

I’m not pro endo, if for any reason you feel more comfortable labeling me anti endo, that’s up to you, but I prefer to keep all of this drama away from me. I’ve never tagged any of my personal posts anti endo, I don’t have a DNI at all because I find them silly, and to be completely honest, I think people care a bit too much about this all. I’m a person with DID, I talk about DID, whether or not that something you want to follow is up to you as a person. I’ve been on this hellsite too long to care about fights like this. Do and say what you want as long as you don’t hurt anyone else, just leave me in my corner.

[yaoiadderall]

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