#idk it's personal but I wanted to share it

[infiniteglitterfall]

Disclaimer: I assume we're talking about shit like, idk, locker rooms. I don't even know where else people are "nude in public." Beaches? What are we calling nudity? So if this is a dogwhistle I'm not recognizing, please let me know.

There are a lot of excellent points in the notes. As well as a lot of people sharing about being treated like their existence harms the people who can see them.

But I think @a-mx-writer is kinda nailing it here.

Here's how I would explain the connection between that and fascism.

TL;DR: The idea that we have to protect [vulnerable group] by eliminating [unwanted people] has been used as a tool of oppression over and over and over and over again.

It has never protected anyone. It has never been shown to help anybody.

The only reason anyone ever thinks, "Some people might be harmed by seeing you be like that!" is that they've unwittingly internalized this trope.

Just off the top of my head: Eliminate being trans in public, to protect women and/or abuse survivors. Eliminate being a woman in public, to protect women. Eliminate being a Black woman in public, to protect white women. Eliminate being a Black teen in public, to protect white girls. Eliminate being an undocumented immigrant in public, to protect white girls and white women.

There's quite a pattern, isn't there.

Fascism is a mass political movement that emphasizes extreme nationalism, militarism, and the supremacy of the nation over the individual. This model of government stands in contrast to liberal democracies that support individual rights, competitive elections, and political dissent.

A democracy is about "we the people" being the government. We each have the right to vote for our representatives, to run for office, to talk to our representatives, to vote for what they do with our tax money and how they run everything.

How is this relevant here? A democracy inherently assumes its citizens have a right to exist. In public.

You can't participate in the system if you aren't allowed to exist in public. You can't vote, or run for office, or work a government job, without at some point existing in public.

(Even if you have a mail-in ballot, you probably need to take it to a drop box or your own mailbox or something.)

Fascism is the opposite.

Extreme nationalism: Fascist leaders believe in the supremacy of certain groups of people based on characteristics such as race, religion, ethnicity, and nationality.

Fascism explicitly treats the visible existence of other groups of people as dissent.

Fascism crushes dissent.

That extends to fascist leaders, too:

Cult of personality: Fascist regimes cultivate images of their leaders as great figures to be loved and admired.... To maintain this powerful image, Mussolini prohibited journalists from reporting on his age or health issues.

Even Mussolini couldn't be old, ill, or disabled in public without losing power.

And here's the biggest connection:

Popular mobilization:  Although both authoritarian and fascist governments are anti-democratic, leave little room for dissent, and strive to centralize power, the two types of regimes are not the same. Authoritarian governments want their populations to remain passive and demobilized. On the other hand, fascist regimes seek to energize public participation in society through government-organized channels.

Authoritarians are hoping people won't push back against their policies.

Fascists are encouraging people to carry out their policies at the individual level.

That's where we loop back around to the original post.

The idea that it harms other people to see how you look, or what you're doing, is like... the worst boundaries ever??

People can have all kinds of triggers. It's impossible to guess what might trigger someone else. Someone could be deeply triggered by seeing the same kind of car their abuser used to drive, or the same sweater their abuser used to wear.

Or they might not be triggered by anything of the sort. And instead get utterly T-boned one day by the sight of some kind of condiment or gesture they've seen a million times before. Because it just happened to bring up some big emotion/memory that was ready to come up that time.

NOBODY can control that stuff.

As the saying goes: Anybody who tells you otherwise is trying to sell you something.

In this case, they're trying to sell you on letting them control your body. Or on helping them control other people.

What you do. How you dress. Who you date. What body parts you have. Where you have them. What color they are. What size they are.

The idea that we have to protect [vulnerable group] via laws eliminating [unwanted people] is a tool of oppression.

The idea that we should each be individually eliminating unwanted people - whether that's from view, from public life, or from existence - is a tool of fascism.

the people who go "we shouldn't be so open about nudity because it could trigger someone's dysphoria" are like two steps max removed from "fat people being fat in public could trigger someone with an ed". like peoples' bodies are not the problem here, trying to restrict someone else's body because of how you personally feel is indistinguishable from conservative praxis. i'm sorry if that sounds harsh but there is basically no interpretation of "we need to control the bodies of [demographic]" that does not fall down the slippery slope of fascism.

[txjis]

cw: puppyboy , hybrids , sub!gojo

a/n: i don’t have a word count this was supposed to be 3 paragraphs tops idk what happened i went into a coma or something. if this flops i may cry real tears.

hybrid!puppyboy satoru who you told to behave while you had to leave the house. you warned him.

you only said you���d be gone for a few hours.

just a few. that’s what you told him, hand brushing over his snow-white ears as he pouted dramatically on the couch. but a few hours to a puppy like gojo? that’s basically a lifetime. and you, his favorite person in the entire world, just left him.

the moment the door clicked shut, the performance began.

first came the flopping—full dramatic belly-flop onto the floor, limbs splayed like his soul had left his body. He whined once. then again, louder, just in case you were hiding in the hallway ready to rush back in and comfort him. when no one came, he dragged himself to the door like some war hero.

“cruel,” he mumbled to no one, tail giving a feeble twitch. “absolutely heartless…” how were you going to nag at him to behave then just leave.

gojo satoru, your sweet but utterly shameless puppy hybrid, doesn’t do well with being left alone. not when your scent is all over the apartment. not when he’d just barely woken up, messy-haired, shirt slipping off one shoulder, his tail wagging lazily as you kissed the corner of his mouth and told him to be good was the last memory he had of you.

he sat by the door for a while, praying to whatever god would listen to bring you back to him. every noise from outside the small apartment made his ears perk up only to lay back down when the doorknob didn’t turn. gojo made his way back to the couch with a shuffle, only to huff and make his was towards your shared room instead.

flopping face first into the mattress seemed like a good idea at the time, he was upset, dramatics were his go to even when no one else was around. your scent clung to the sheets— soothing, yes, but also maddening.

“you’re evil,” he groaned, burying his face in your pillow. “pure evil.” he rolled onto his stomach, grinding into the mattress with frustrated little whimpers and whines.

time dragged. every noise made his ears twitch—hoping it was you, back early, ready to give him the attention he deserved. but no, just silence. just him and his thoughts and the low, pulsing need that refused to go away.

by the time you finally opened the door, gojo was shirtless, flushed, and so ready to make you pay for abandoning him. he practically tackled you the second you stepped inside, lips finding your neck, tail wagging wildly behind him.

“you have some nerve,” he growled, though his voice trembled with anticipation. “leaving your poor, needy pup alone—…” you dropped your keys, startled and breathless as he pulled you towards the bed, you landed in front of him with a soft ‘oof’ sound. his eyes glinted with something dark and hungry, pupils blown wide, his fluffy ears twitching.

“i waited,” he said, lips brushing your jaw. “i was good. but now…” his kiss is messy—needy in a way that borders on desperate, like he’s trying to make up for every second you were gone.

your fingers threaded into his soft, snowy hair, and he melts under your touch instantly. his tail thumps behind him, frantic and clumsy, betraying just how worked up he is. you pull back slightly to look at him, and his lips chase yours like he can’t stand even the smallest distance.

“missed you,” he breathes, cheeks flushed, voice soft and whimpery. “missed you so much, it hurt.” your eyes rake over him— bare chest, pink across his nose, pupils blown wide and full of longing. the waistband of his sweatpants is riding low on his hips, the barest hint of a tremble in his thighs as he presses closer.

“were you good for me, ‘toru?” you drag a slow hand down his chest, feeling the way his breath hitches. he nods quickly—too quickly.

“y-yeah. tried. i tried, i did— didn’t touch myself, even though i wanted to. i needed to.”

“needed? you raise an eyebrow at your poor worked up puppy.

he bites his lip, ears flicking back bashfully. “you left me and i got all worked up… all hard and aching. couldn’t stop thinking about your hands, your voice, the way you—” his words cut off in a soft gasp as you cup his cheek, thumb brushing the corner of his mouth.

you lean in, close enough that your lips just barely graze his. “you know you’re not allowed to cum without me, right?” he whimpers— an actual whimper. his body tensing in anticipation as he nods again. “please… please, i’ll be so good. i’ll do anything. Just—don’t leave me like this please.”

you smirk, pushing him gently backward until his back hits the headboard. he sits, wide-eyed and eager, tail wagging in short, nervous bursts.

“you’re mine,” you murmur, straddling him. “and when I get home, i expect my pup ready, aching, and begging—just like this.” he looks up at you like you hung the moon, his fingers twitching at his sides, unsure if he’s allowed to touch yet. “can i—can i touch you now?”

“only when i say so..” you lean in close to his ear, your breath hot against his skin.

his breath stutters as you settle fully in his lap, your weight grounding him in the most delicious way. he’s already trembling beneath you, trying so hard not to touch— even though every fiber of him is screaming for it. his tail is wagging slow now, low and anxious, his ears drooping just a little in that telltale way that means he’s overwhelmed—in the best way.

you tilt his chin up with two fingers, forcing him to meet your eyes. “look at you,” you murmur. “all squirmy and obedient. you like being teased like this, don’t you?”

he swallows hard. “i— i like being yours.” the words spill from him like a confession, soft and unguarded. his pupils are blown, lips slightly parted, and there’s a vulnerable pink flush crawling all the way to his chest. you stroke a thumb along his cheekbone, slow and deliberate, watching the way he leans into your hand like he needs it to survive.

“i waited,” he says again, barely more than a whisper. “didn’t even take my pants off. just… laid there thinking about you. about your hands, your voice—what you’d do to me if you caught me being bad.” your smirk is slow, predatory.

“and were you bad, puppy?”

he shakes his head quickly. “no, no— i wanted to be, but i didn’t. i was good, i swear. please i need you to touch me. i’m losing my mind.” he’s panting now, hips subtly rocking under you, barely restrained. his fingers twitch like they want to hold you, grip you, worship you—but he’s still waiting, still obeying, just like you told him.

so you reward him. your hands trail down his chest, slow and purposeful, nails scratching gently over his skin. he moans— head dropping back against the headboard, throat exposed, tail thumping under his weight and yours weakly.

you lean in and kiss the hollow of his throat, feeling the vibrations of his needy little noises against your lips. “you’re such a good boy for me, ‘toru,” you whisper. “you waited so well. think you’ve earned a reward?”

“yes,” he gasps. “please— i need you so bad. just want to feel you. want to fall apart for you.” and when you finally press your lips to his—deep and slow and claiming. he lets out the softest, most broken sound, like he’s unraveling from the inside out. his hands hover near your hips, barely touching, trembling with restraint. you break the kiss, just enough to murmur against his lips.

“then be good and fall apart for me, baby. i’ll take care of everything.” and he nods, breathless and wrecked and beautifully yours, ready to give in completely.

do i make a pt.2 to this omg…

[athenalvss]

TELEPATÍA (Bruce wayne !)

request: I own hc about the reader falling madly in love with Batman, and he also do but the problem is that she's not interested in Bruce Wayne more to not like him especially for his playboy persona.

summary: Bruce Wayne seems a little determined to win you over at each of the galas you share and that exasperates you, but you don't know that you are deeply in love with his secret version.

a/n: idk what I just write

pairing; Bruce wayne x hero! fem reader.

open request — batman masterlist

The first time you met Bruce was at one of the galas that the Gotham City elite had put on, and being part of it you were practically obliged to go if you didn't want to break business ties with some of them, and it was there where you met Bruce Wayne.

I mean, personally, cause who didn't know Bruce Wayne? The orphaned boy turned billionaire. The heir to one of Gotham's largest fortunes. The missing man who returned to live his life between parties, scandals, and magazine covers. They'd mentioned him to you before. "I'm sure you'll love him, he's so charming," "He has a magnetic presence," "He's fascinated by intelligent women..." But when you saw him in front of you, you only thought one thing: "How disgusting."

He arrived late, with that arrogant smile and that "the world belongs to me" air. The murmurs followed him like a shadow. He approached you with a drink in his hand, his tuxedo perfectly tailored, and a confidence that bordered on insolence.

"I didn't know Gotham's business included such interesting and beautiful women. Have we met?" he said, as if you were already exhausted.

You held his gaze without smiling. "If we'd met, believe me, you'd remember." And without further ado, you walked softly out of his sight, leaving him with the words on his lips.

From that moment on, you knew he was going to be a problem. Men have a hard time with acceptance, and he was no exception. Bruce Wayne wasn't used to being rejected. And you weren't a woman with much patience for people like him.

What you didn't know back then was that that arrogance hid someone much more like you than you cared to admit. The man who patrolled the city every night with you. The man you knew as Batman.

To you, Bruce Wayne is a symbol of frivolity and superficiality: parties, women, fake smiles. You believe there's nothing real about him; he was truly an idiot if he thought he could win you over even a little with Batman waiting for you every night.

So every time Bruce Wayne tries to flirt with you, it only makes you want to leave even more. Because if he knew who you share your early mornings with… If he knew who you truly give your time and trust to… You find it pathetic. You even feel a little sorry for him. cause there's nothing Bruce Wayne can give you that Batman hasn't already shown you…

The first time you met Batman was on one of Gotham's many dark nights. You had received information about an illegal shipment of experimental weapons arriving at the port.

You infiltrated alone. Silently. Precisely. Until everything went wrong. An ambush. Bigger bodies, more heavily armed. You were good, very good, but not immortal. When you thought it was the end, a shadow fell between you and the gunfire. Silence. Sharp blows. One movement after another. And when you were able to stand again, he was there: Dark. Tall. Utterly imposing.

"You shouldn't be here." His voice was deep, as if the city were speaking through him.

"Don't tell me what to do," you spat at him, furious that he hadn't anticipated the ambush.

Batman, your beloved Batman, a respectful, chivalrous, caring, protective man, should you follow the list? It had fascinated you from the very beginning.

You didn't know exactly when it started. Maybe it was the night he covered you with his cape when you were shivering from the cold on top of a building. Or the time he wordlessly left a clean bandage beside you after a fight. Or when, after a particularly tough mission, he just sat with you, staring out at the lights of Gotham, without saying a word.

Not knowing each other's true identities was a real mess, but you liked staying that way. There was a certain seduction game going on, and they enjoyed it that way, even though you could only see each other at night.

And when you joined the Justice League it was even cooler, you were able to meet people with the same ideals and ideas for a better world, and you could spend more time with your mysterious lover.

When you joined the Justice League, the rules were clear: No one knew anyone's civilian identities. No real names, no addresses, no pasts. It was for safety, but also out of respect. They were a team, not a family.

Well, that didn't really happen like that, maybe no one knew their real names or their faces, but it was inevitable not to create some kind of friendship, once after a gala night you returned to the watchtower and met some of the members of the league, including Batman, and you began to tell them the situation and your feelings for that man who was stalking you at the galas.

"I'm fed up," you said, slumping into one of the armchairs.

Wonder Woman raised an eyebrow, amused. "What happened to you this time, huh?"

"Bruce Wayne." You sighed, rolling your eyes. "That guy shows up at every gala, like he owns the city... which he does. But he's so... insufferable. He follows me around, smiles at me like he knows me. What does he think? That I'm going to fall for an expensive suit and a perfect smile?"

Superman laughed. "Why don't you give it a try? Maybe it won't be so bad."

"Four words Superman, he.is.a.Playboy."

And Batman sitting next to you just remained silent, as was usual when the league members were there, he had to maintain his serious image.

Everyone talked about their lives, but they had never talked about who they were, and perhaps they never knew, well... almost no one knew.

It was during an emergency meeting. A mistake on a mission nearly cost one of the members their life. And when Batman opened the information he'd stored, it revealed everything he knew: their names, their revealed faces, their abilities and weaknesses—enough information to destroy each member of the team.

That broke the League. The atmosphere in the room remained tense. The betrayal. Everyone looked at him. Some with anger. Others with disappointment, and you could only stand there with your heart in your hand. You had trusted him even without knowing who he was. Why had he done that?

And you... you could only stand there with your heart in your hand. You had trusted him. Batman. Without knowing his face, his name, his life outside the suit. You had trusted him more than anyone. You had fallen in love. And now... you knew he had spied on you, watched you, recorded you as if you were a threat.

"Why?" was all you could ask. Not as a hero. Not as a member of the League. But as someone who had just lost something too deep.

The silence was brutal. No one interrupted you. No one stood up for him. You didn't know if it was more the pain of betrayal... Or the pang in your chest that came with the certainty: he'd known who you were all along.

"I needed something safe. Something that could stop them if ever… if something bad happened." His voice was low but firm. "Someone has to think the worst, even if no one wants to. And if that means them hating me… I'm fine with that."

And without waiting for anything, he ran his hands through his hood and threw it to the ground before looking up, allowing the entire team to see his face.

You really saw him, you couldn't believe it. Bruce Wayne. The insufferable idiot at the galas. The one you thought could never understand you. The one who made you roll your eyes with every arrogant smirk...

One by one, the League members began to leave. He gave Bruce a look filled with unspoken words, and then simply nodded, as if that battle wasn't going to be fought there. And so, there was silence. Just him and you.

The silence between you grew even thicker. He took a step toward you, carefully, as if everything could still shatter with a single movement. You looked at him, at Bruce, at Batman. And it all felt too real.

"Do you know what hurts the most?" you said, your voice barely trembling. "That it was you all this time. That I looked you in the eyes, that we argued at those damn galas, that I told you things and you just stayed silent."

Before he could respond, you hit him. A sharp slap, not hateful, but with the full weight of frustration and pent-up betrayal. He didn't even flinch. He just nodded, his eyes lowered.

"I deserve it" he muttered.

"Of course you deserve it!" you responded angrily, but it was no longer pure anger... just that knot in your chest that unraveled into the words, "You made me fall in love with a version of you, and they were the same."

And then it happened. You grabbed him by the collar, pulled him close, and kissed him.

It was wild. Intense. Almost a declaration of war. And he responded as if he'd been waiting for this moment forever. Not like Batman. Like Bruce Wayne, like the man who loved you.

When they broke apart, they were so close they could feel each other's breath. And you smiled faintly. "I hate you a little."

"I can live with that," he said, with an awkward but genuine smile.

[ghostgirl-22]

Yall I just saw a tiktok and not gonna link cause absolutely no hate to the creator who seems lovely… but basically she says it was a cop out for challengers not to answer one of the main questions posed by the narrative: “who wins the match?/who’s the better tennis player?”

She relates it to… if GOT never said who sits on the iron throne (idk im the one person who never watched it). Or if succession never told you who got ceo.

Idk for me I can’t disagree more. Idgaf who won the match…itd be nice to have a definitive answer but i dont feel like thats the central question posed by the film. Mostly cause as a former tennis player i was not surprised to learn that luca dgaf tennis lol. I think i was more curious as to what the relationships would look like afterwards (do they reunite or go their separate ways, or both reunite and then go their seprate ways). But now im not sure what that central question is…

What do you guys think? What is challengers’ thesis? What question is presented in the film? (beyond that one orgasm delayed for 13 years. Lol) do you think the filmmakers answered it? Did you want them to? More importantly how did you feel about the ending?

[brian-kinney-apologist]

What are your thoughts on s5? And on Michael?

well here we go I guess, my big hater moment has come 😈

(this is going to be a very long post, buckle up everyone)

personally I didn't like s5 because the writers did dirty EVERYONE:

I hated how they massacred ted's personal growth, he was at his lowest in s3 and he managed to overcome the obstacles in s4 and finally gained some healthy self-esteem. his s5 plot line was AWFUL, in what world was ted (and scott!!!) old or bold or fat (the last one especially never made sense to me bc he literally looked the same as in the previous seasons?????? like they didn'teven try??? (and the excuse of well ted hated himself so he saw himself worse doesn't work bc we dealt with this issue in s4!!!!!!))

I was annoyed with watching melanie and lindsay constantly fighting by the end of s4 but somehow they overdid themselves in s5. like we already had them breaking up over cheating and sharing a child in season fucking one, why are we doing yhis again??Plus this is s4 related but picking michael as the father of their future child was the stupidest idea EVER because mel and linds had a fit every other time when brian tried to be here for gus and they for real thought michael (and debbie) would just idk hang out with the kid once a year or what??? and yes I know the writers wanted to talk about the guy divorce™️ but once again: already happened in s1

and speaking of michael and ben, I really liked their final moments with hunter and I definitely teared up when they asked him to be their son 💔, HOWEVER see the previous point. the fighting over the baby that was never supposed to be theirs was INSANE. I hated them both during this time sooo much

now let's talk about brian and justin.

justin and randy did not deserve s5 writing. it was so painfully obvious that they simply didn't know what to do with him. imo s5 should've focused more on justin trying to figure out who he was and what he wanted from life. he went through a lot for someone in their early 20s. he had so many job opportunities too and now he was back to square one. I think that should've been their main disagreement with brian in s5 too: brian hovering over him and justin refusing to go in the direction brian wanted him to. maybe by the end of the season justin could've decided to go back to pifa for his own personal reasons, not because of brian. or we could've watch him fail a couple times because barely anyone becomes super successful when they're young and just an ordinary person. that's another reason why the ending of s5 looked super unserious to me: justin going to new york because of 1 (one) article from some random guy...........bffr rn 🙄 + this ending was literally s4 ending in a different font. moreover, justin wanting a child as a 21/22 gay man here and now was literally so funny, like this would work for a female character of that age because women are conditioned by society to want children/family from a young age. men on the other hand.......

now about brian: imo the whole s5 plot line of him fucking other guys happened only because in s4 brian had cancer and thus wasn't fucking that many people on screen, thus they just came up with the most random idea of why suddenly will fuck a million guys per episode again to bring back the viewers. imo this change of behaviour was similar to ted's where they just started to write as if these were the characters from s1, not s4/5. AND if they wanted to have some conflict between brian and justin so they'd have their big reunion after the bombing, there was a plenty of reasons to make them have a fight about something new. it was tiring to see them breaking up for the 3689044th time for the same fucking reason. like come on, it's a tv show, write something new. imo they could've made them argue about something else and justin be like I'll go sleep at daphne's tonight or something and then have the I love you scene with the same reactions from the audience

(forgot to mention how everyone tried to insert themselves into britin's relationship as if they had any say in it 🙄)

overall, I think that the main issue with s5 was that it was too repetitive, the writers clearly didn't know how to wrap up the show

now let's talk about michael. I understand why some people may like him but he's not my favourite. I don't hate him overall but he has his moments. I think his best scenes in the show were with ben and hunter, I really liked them together (also when he was hanging out with the gang™️). however I do find him annoying at times and I will never understand his crush on brian because you are a grown man, STAND UP. I understand that it was the premises of the show but it became concerning very soon. maybe i just look from a perspective of a person who walks away from any type of relationships the second anyone looks bad at me and I just can't imagine loving someone who dgaf about you (in a romantic way) for 15+ years....... also michael beefing with a literal teenager was something else 😭 like wishing death upon justin was INSANE, the craziest thing anyone has said on this show. michael didn't even know the depth of britin's relationship and dared to insert himself in it????......also brian having to apologise every single time even when michael was the wrong one pissed me off so bad. like in s5 when brian tried to end their fight and michael made it even worse...... I also dislike how michael never faced any consequences for his actions just once (jutin was an icon for snapping back at him lol), considering the fact that brian was blamed for everything all the fucking time for no reason but whatever I guess

I think I'll end this here because this post is already too long 😅

[sillystarr565]

what do you think little smilk’s age range is? he sounds really small from what you’ve said

I don’t think there’s like a specific age he regresses too personally,, esp after like one bajillion years of living an being immortal and all that it’s hard to narrow it down to som numbers (totally not projecting my own inability to know what range I go byy… not at all,,,) but!!! I made a little diagram thingy that hopefully shows my thoguhts (clic for better quality!!)

so sos so again I don’t feel like there’s like, just one specific range he reverts to, I’d imagine constantly getting older (with no end in sight it seems) he’ll be bound to slip into many various states n phases generally but there are three stages I thinks about real often (yap incoming,, under the cut to save some space :3)

I feel like he’d (on rare occasion) indulge himself in his old scriptures n notes an stuff during his time as the fount of knowledge, allowing himself to remember who he was and in a way embracing that initial truth he pushed himself away from in a more gentle way, reminiscing on more nicer memories and so on instead of playing the fool all the time..,, by doing that he’d kinda go in this half kinda regression? Like a mix between his playful jester-sona and Fount of Knowledge if that makes sense,, like getting excited again by his old works n kind of sparking that original passion he had for learning and sharing information n stuff, and wanting to ramble to his minions about it while keeping up that playfulness he’s grown to personify as a jester!

I mentioned this on the first little smc post I made ever in the tags that I dont know if he would know about his own regression or not, but his default or most common behaviour for me is like,, the low energy, unusually calm kind of one ya knoww? When he’s out of it he wouldn’t really be able to keep up that quirky silly energetic funny guy act I think!! He’s small and he can’t process that!! he’s just got a lot (or maybe nothing at all even) on his mind,, Like usually you’d just think at first glance someone who was like this was just tired or something n brush it off,, but it’s really odd when that person is shadow milk cookie?!!! anyway he’s lowww energy little guy,, he’d like to do his arts n crafts n stuff, though his artwork may be a bit sloppier than his usual standards,, but he’s small!! He don’t care he just want to draw fr! don’t really wanna talk lots,, short answers and huffs,,, and and I think he’d like reading too!! Reading is good he likes doing that n will read up on folklore n children’s literature especially.. fairytales…… rrhahahgg!!

And little!!! Little guy with the short hair on the right side umm,,m is kind a a self indulgent thing for myself I’ll be honest,, I jus really like drawin little very teeny tinys but!! I would like to imagine smc shapeshifting physically smaller when small after he realizing/understanding when this happens, and accepting that part of himself after a little while of denial and shame with Pv being there to help him along of course (don’t ever be ashamed! Of! Regresssing!!! Btw!! You’re healing and coping and that is wonderful!!!)

I think he’d start off doing it as like,, jus a way to get Pv’s attention lots more easily maybe if he’s in a more playful mood or something but Idk maybe he’d potentially just. Start doing it subconsciously if he does it enough times to get used to it

Anyway!!! That’s the end of my yap thank you for reading an if you didn’t that’s :p sorry if anything was confusing I have a bit of trouble explaining things

[our-trans-youth-experience]

When I went to the doctor today he was so nice and asked for me and my mum’s pronouns, which was awesome apart from the fact that my mum’s is transphobic.

I really wanted to say he/him- but cause i was with my mum I had to say she/her. (I’m 17 and ftm, my mum actually knows I’m trans but refuses to accept it, and so i went back in the closet about three years ago. I do actually pass as a guy most of the time with strangers, but get she/her’d and deadnamed by people I know)

It still meant the world to me, the way he asked was great too! He firstly asked how i identified, asking if I identified as female, male, nonbinary or other. And THEN also asked for pronouns. Which is important because gender doesn’t equal pronouns!

Honestly it was really uncomfortable to have my mum there (she said something like “well what do i look like” when he asked her :/ which was to be expected) but i was so happy that he was asking and that he’s a safe person to be around.

Especially since he’s a doctor that meant a lot.

I’m thinking of going to him (he’s a GP so can refer me and stuff I think) when I can finally start the process of gender affirming care, since I know he’s not transphobic.

idk just wanted to share :)

this really resonates with me! i’m out to my mom as nonbinary, but may be more boy oriented than previously thought, but too scared to tell her.

i also pass as a boy to strangers, but to people that know me i look like a girl still because i haven’t done anything major except tell them im nonbinary and i think most of them still perceive me as a girl.

i mean screw what your mom thinks, you can be whatever you want and i’m so happy your doctor is an ally!

~avery

[kaiasky]

so I do flow art things & obviously this has a lot of woo & astrology folks. & I have figured out a BANGER script for handling these. it works so so well

I really like the aesthetic of astrology & occult & especially how you can weave connections between numerology and tarot and astrology (get em on side)

Buuuuut... idk... astrology seems fun until people start making decisions about/for you based on it & then it's so obvious how terrible it is. (the hesitance is important u don't wanna be lecturing u wanna be sharing ur honest thoughts)

I once talked to this guy who said that because his girlfriend was a water sun fire moon, she was just always mad for no reason & that he didn't need to listen to why she was mad bc he understood that it was just her nature. what the fuck man!! (get people on side by conjuring a Shitty Dude. the guy is 100% real though.)

Buuuuut that I think they can be neat as a social technology to have deeper conversations without it being awkward! Ex: If somebody asks "what do you admire about yourself" I'd be super tempted to make some joke answer. but being able to talk genuinely about how u see urself is useful!

wait. okok I'm a cap sun virgo moon aries rising. stereotypically what does that tell you about me. (fun minigame!)

Rejected: "other than what time my mom gave birth" (u can throw this in with the right crowd for a laugh but 3/4 times I had to like explain. unfun)

(looking for stuff like hard worker, organized, leader, routines, jobs & material success) ok god I wish I'm sooo lazy and disorganized there's like 4 pans in my sink right now probably.

so like idk inferring from the signs to the personality is I think totally wrong like. [draw an incorrect & possibly insulting conclusion from their signs]. which is like so rude. but like when you explain it [repeat something they've attributed to their signs] it's like a good way to talk about yourself on a deeper level. (show u are listening. also demonstrate zodiacal knowledge by pulling out insulting stereotype for their moon/sun combo.)

the thing I do relate to with "earth sign" is that. when I want to comfort somebody the most natural way is by doing something physical. yknow--let me get you some water. I'm sorry your head hurts, here's some ibuprofen. let me cook you soup. let me bike to chipotle and buy you a burrito. like I know some people who... you just talk to them and you remember everything you love about the world. and I have to practice & work really hard to get close to that. but I *can* insist you stay hydrated & I think that counts for something. (playing, in good faith, the astrology psychoanalysis game. By playing the game well, it demonstrates my thesis about how it's a useful game but a terrible belief.)

but even then there's still... something about it that weirds me out like.. I feel like once I tell somebody my chart, it's easy to unconsciously remember the things that fit the stereotype and not the bits that don't fit, flattening people. idk it's kinda unavoidable, I feel the same with like "nerd" or "raver". or gender stereotypes too. Like it's unavoidable but I wish I could know people as just themselves without that baggage, right. (THAT'S RIGHT FUCKERS WE'RE GONNA TALK ABOUT GENDER ROLES. but also like. i think this plays well in the flow community where people do value being individuals & the idea that someone should try to know *you* at a deep and honest level. it's tailored to the crowd.)

(here is where I play my private little prank) i guess the other way I relate to earth sign stereotypes is like. ok when I was explaining how I feel about astrology it's all about the effects, right. Like it's not "I don't like it bc it's factually wrong" or "I like it because it connects me to spirituality". I don't like it because it's prejudiced and unfair. but I'm sometimes cautiously fond of it bc it's a conversational tool to have deep talks about personal subjects. For me it's all about what it does and how it leads people to treat others. (that's right fuckers. I don't believe in astrology Because I'm An Earth Sign. it was all leading up to this.)

generally at this point it's time to let other people talk so I don't sound lecture-y

idk like. idt I'm gonna make people stop using astrology but I do feel like it maybe gives people a perspective of like.. "oh yeah it does seem pretty fucked to use this predictively, I do rly wish people would see the real me". at the very least I hope I give them something to think abt next time they trip lmao

[localmentallyillwriter]

sighs loudly and dramatically

Hey gng, wanna see the new project I've decided to fixate on ?? GREAT, YOUR BEING FORCED TO ANYWAY🫵🫵🫵

BASICALLY, I'm planing a game🧍‍♂️ even tho I have very minimal coding skills, and no game app/website to even make it on, BUT WHO CARES ABOUT THAT RIGHT NOW I DREW SOME PICTURES FOR IT !!!!

I have the premises written down, but I don't wanna share in case someone theives >:((

All that is needed to be know is that it's a Jirai based game, and you get to customise your character ! So that's what I started to do. (Idk what the name would be probably smth like 'Don't make the Landmine explode' or some other corny shit like that)

I did 3 body types (thin, average and chubbier) as well as a variety genders and skin tones (I JS RLLY WANNA INCLUDE EVERY JIRAI, especially considering all the trans jirai and jirai danshi hate that has been happening recently. I think that's what sparked this idea for me, cause I want there to be a jirai game for everyone ^^ !!!!)

Im not too experienced in drawing chubby characters so mb if it looks off, these are some drafts not the final product

This is the thin body type with the skin tones available.

This is the average (I hate using that term but I lack words to use) body type with the different eyes available.

And then this is the chubbier body type with the starting front hair peices that will be available

Here are some facial feature changes ^^

There will be 3 options when the game opens

-cis

-trans/nb

-other

And depending what option clicked will depend on what the person can choose. These are some of the changes that will be for the trans characters :]

If you have a problem with this please js block me, I don't want ppl to get angry ♡

Here are the trans women ones ^^

I do apologise for these, I probably will edit these as I don't really know what trans women do that's the equivalent of a binder (I tried searching it up and padded bras came up so I used that, but all tips and feedback will be helpful ^^)

This last one is for anyone who doesn't want any gender associated with them (very minimal changes).

This one could also be used for xeno/neo users, that dont feel comflrtable with any defining masc or fem features. I'd probably add where the person playing can add their xenos/neos (of course with the exception of slurs, swears,derogatory terms, or religious words. I'm sorry for the religious ones, but as a Christian it makes me slightly uncomfortable when someone wants to identiny as god. I think the others are pretty self explanitory.)

ANYWAY, THIS IS ALL I HAVE SO FARRRRR, WAHHHH I HATE HOW IVE ALREADY GOTTEN SO ATTACHED TO THIS IDEA ALREADY💔💔💔💔

(Special thanks to @insufferablewhore for listening to me yap about the very shitty and loose plot and for letting me use them as inspo for a character ^^ )

Incase u wanna know more abt Jirais ^^

Tw: su!cide, s3lf harm, drvgs, illegal sex work

(Jirai isn't meant to really be a cute subculture (well the clothes are, not the lifestyle lol), if you come across a jirai and are uncomfortable by their actions, just block the tag and them. Jirais are supposed to be mentally ill, they need a safe space and sometimes online spaces are the only place they can get it, do not report them and take away their safe space. And any fellow jirais reading >////< HAIIII ♡♡♡♡♡♡)

THATS ALL FOR NOW, THANKS FOR LISTENING TO ME YAP !!!!

[hyukalyptus]

txt and their preferences for innie/outie va, just because it’s been on my mind.

here’s my distribution:

Taehyun idk but I feel like he’d love an outie

Yeonjun & Soobin give me the vibes that they’d prefer an innie

Beomgyu & Huening Kai are hungry like a wolf and they don’t know what we’re talking about

but because I believe txt are full grown men, they really don’t care and just want you. thoughts? concerns? abjections?

yes lol~ first of all yes obviously they're all full grown men and love their boo things so much no matter what they look like <3 and also theyre mature and know that all vaginas are different ehehehe

BUT! honestly i think this is tea and honestly i agree lolol.

cw. talks of innie v. outie pussies, but both in a loving way, keep in mind that all vaginas are GORGEOUS and wonderful and beautiful and this is just for fun <333333 u are very welcome to disagree and share your thoughts in my inbox or in the comments!!

i feel like tae would really like the way an outie looks and feels, being all attentive and fascinated since he's such a curious lil goober. and since he's all curious, he'd explore it and memorize every little detail about it

i know this might be unpopular but yeonjun is such a delicate person to me :3 IDGAF IF U DISAGREE but thats why i think he'd like an innie. like he likes the hidden aspect of it, yk?

soobin's also an innie guy, kinda a mixture of tae and yeonjun, where he just loves exploring you and that lil bit of hiddenness of an innie lets him feel like he's exploring an even deeper part of u </3

beomgyu's an outie guy. he sees outies as just more present and touchable, yk? he's shamelessly hands on, very open about how much he loves it.

can see hyuka being an innie guy for reasons similar to soobin, but genuinely i feel like he may not even notice fr TT just loves pussy

[vinbitism]

(making grabby hands) vinny headcanons .... if u have any ur itching to share i wanna think about him

I have so many thoughts about him but putting them into words is so difficult so please forgive me these are really self indulgent ... if you want specific scenarios just ask bc I will write for anything. like vinvan or vinbit things or just Vinnie by himself bc when it comes to hcs I always forget what I wanna say bc I have so many and I get embarrassed of alot of them

Princeton Vinnie and his dog Molly probably used to go on walks on the time and she probably would try to follow him whenever he would be lead outside by slenderman. and I think after Vinnie disappeared Roger was left with Molly and he took care of her for him, he deff tried to call Vinnies family but no one would answer when he called.

Vinnie probably really likes to draw I think, he doesn't boast about it or show anyone he just kinda keeps it to himself, if not drawing maybe writing of some sort, something creative that he probably would get embarrassed of if someone found it, like poetry or something but idk if he's much a poetry guy. Maybe he's tried writing a few songs but gets embarrassed bc he doesn't actually know what he's doing

Vinnie definitely sings to himself alot or hums, he doesn't really think about it he just does it subconsciously. It's probably one of habit's favorite things about him, especially when Vinnie can't stop humming songs habit plays.

Vinnie loves reading so much, I feel like he's willing to read anything and he would read those really weird monster romance books just bc he simply HAS to know what's happening. He's deff a Colleen Hoover hater tho trust

I like to imagine he wouldn't mind having his make up done, it would probably awake something in him and he'd have some sort of gender crisis (I think everyone around him would encourage him to explore himself and yes that includes Habit.) I personally like to imagine got to explore that with Lexi and he eventually confessed to Evan and they also got to explore that side of Vinnie together

Vinnie actually enjoys working out I think, but not too much. He likes to run and breathe in the fresh air. He probably begged habit to atleast get him a treadmill. He needs to do something and be active or he's gonna get really depressed which is just not great for him or habit.

Vinnie definitely loves little collectables so whenever habit brings home little trinkets he's thrilled. He rarely ever wants to know where habit got it from but if it's something Vinnie has been asking for he'll ask to which Habit will just zip his lips and act like it's a big secret

Vinnie bites his nails and probably has some trouble maintaining his hygiene and health and habit has to help him take care of himself bc Vinnie can get so lost in his own world that he'll forget he has needs too

Vinnie is probably a wine drinker or like a fruity alcohol drinker that dude hates beer or straight up liquor he can't do it, he needs it to be SWEET and it's really rare that he drinks too, he prefers to smoke weed probably

Probably trolls people online for fun sometimes idk when you have nothing to do in a house alone and habit forgot to turn the wifi off he definitely will go stir some shit up. Maybe he'll just play videogames but he likes to cause chaos. He also thinks all of his fans are IDIOTS so he probably thinks its funny to fuck w people

He probably was in theater or marching band in highschool and it really shaped who he is as a person

Vinnie canonically has premonitions and stuff but I think there's alot of shit he can do without realizing like if he gets really overwhelmed or something maybe a lightbulb will break or the tv channels/radio stations go to static and get really loud. And he will almost never notice too until his nose/eyes/ears start oozing with black sludge

probably did drag once or twice bc he lost a bet with jeff and Evan, or atleast had to cross dress bc they thought it'd be funny. IT WAS THE 2010S PEOPLE EVERYONE WAS LOSING BETS AND DOING DRAG

I literally couldn't think of what I wanted to put bc I know I have some really good ones but DAMN i can't think today!!!

[justwater4me-1]

I think after my bf and I break up I will be taking a long long break on dating a Taurus or might never date a Taurus person again idk.

I am a Scorpio, and even though I didn’t use to believe in all the zodiac signs stuff, now, I do. I am a go getter person, someone that will never settle for less or would want a comfortable life, I dream big so I achieve big, I didn’t come to this earth to live the life that was given to me, I will do anything to get what I want, hence of why I starve to achieve a body that is not “socially acceptable”.

I never cared about what others thought about me, I care more about what I think of myself because at the end of the day is me alone against the world.

Anyways lol, going back to the topic of why I don’t want to date a Taurus after, is because every person that I know that is that sign is very conformist, does not have big goals for their life and they are okay just ‘existing’ and I am not saying that wanting that is wrong, because is not, is just not me. I am meant for greatness and the place that I am right now proves it and I just don’t want to waste my time anymore.

That’s all I just wanted to share my thoughts lol

[project-sekai-facts]

Idk maybe it's just a me problem, but I feel like Rui's content became...TOO Tsukasa-centric?? Like, take his WL2 alternate cut for example. Why did only robots associated specifically with Tsukasa appear there?? No Nene robo, no his drones, nothing?? It's not a jab at their relationship, please please don't get me wrong, I just want more Emu and Nene in Rui's and Tsukasa's content respectively because well. The whole point of WxS is that they're all irreplaceable for each other. And that means ALL of them. But from how the recent content goes I get more of a VBS vibe from them (i. e. aiboism). Like I get it Tsukasa gave Rui a chance to belong and express himself however he wants, Rui is the only one who can unleash Tsukasa's potential to the fullest etc etc, but Emu and Nene matter too??? If not for Emu WxS wouldn't exist to begin with, Nene has been Rui's only friends for years and the only person who shared his passion for theater, and because of Nene Tsukasa was able to see his flaws and grow. Like. It just makes me upset man.

Maybe I overdramatize or I don't see something, idk, but that's my impression of this whole situation as of now anyway.

i don't really think so? i mean his another cut was, but tsukasa's was rui-centric in return, and that's probably just because of where the story diverged from (at least for tsukasa, i. don't really have an explanation for why rui's was like that. it did have wxs colors though when the boxes opened). like rui's last two events barely featured tsukasa, and while he did talk about him in one of his only other major appearances recently (ena5) that was because it was the whole mizuki/rui kamikou fes waiting for godot thing that was first brought up 4 years prior like that felt inevitable. like the whole wle is proving how irreplaceable all four of them are to each other, the reason it started with those two is just because it diverged at curtain call. i guess they were together a lot during the opera house events, but they didn't exactly have anything to do there so a couple card stories showing what they were up to makes sense.

depending on how wle ends i do think we could get a rui->wxs event for his upcoming event. like, they know about the arcland thing now so like surely they have to resolve that outside the AU. surely. idk maybe they'll just skip straight to sakaki there's already two major plot holes in wxs wle2 lmao maybe the asahi thing is done now. if it is about resolving the arcland thing then i think it will be very wxs friendship centric since that's like the whole ending of curtain call in the first place. unfortunately for you though i do think the next arc could end up being rui and tsukasa centric due to them having the least defined goals in wxs and also being the ones graduating high school soon. whether that means them together i dunno but like. it's a possibility.

[pazzi5351]

PART 8

Paige x Azzi Highschool au

Basketball Paige x Dance team Azzi

Word count: 843

AN: i took a mental health day tdy before my ap tmr so here you go!!! Also I wrote this listening to false god by Taylor swift on repeat so idk

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The gym was packed.

Students packed the bleachers like sardines, phones out, the whole school buzzing for the Friday night game. The energy was electric—classic high school movie atmosphere, complete with a student section decked out in school colors, cheerleaders hyping up the crowd, and a pregame dance performance scheduled right before tip-off.

Azzi stood with Caroline and Amari near the half court line, dressed in sleek black and royal blue matching sets, hair slicked back, and glitter catching the gym lights.

Across the court, Paige was warming up with her team.

Aaliyah, Ice, Ash, Kk, and Jana watched as Paige subtly snuck glances at Azzi from the free throw line.

“You’re doing it again,” Ice said, bouncing a ball between her hands.

Paige didn’t look up. “Doing what?”

“Staring at dance team Barbie like she’s the only person in this gym,” Kk grinned, nudging her shoulder.

“She’s not Barbie. She’s just… Azzi,” Paige mumbled, clearly trying and failing to downplay her crush.

Ash smirked. “That’s wild coming from someone who’s been playing like she’s got a mixtape to impress a specific audience.”

“You telling me those behind-the-back assists weren’t for Miss Dance Team?” Jana chimed in. “You gotta invite her to our lil get-together after the game.”

“She probably has other plans,” Paige muttered.

Aaliyah squinted across the court. “Nah. She’s been looking over here just as much as you’ve been lookin’ at her. Y’all got tension and a half.”

Ice spun the ball on her finger. “Invite her. You already pulled off hoodie-sharing porch flirtation. Just go for it, Romeo.”

During halftime, the lights dimmed, the music blasted, and Azzi and her team took the floor.

The performance was sharp, fluid, ridiculously captivating. Azzi moved with the kind of effortless precision that made it impossible not to watch her—and Paige wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore.

She stood near the bench, towel around her shoulders, absolutely mesmerized.

“I think our captain’s in love,” Jana whispered from behind her.

“No way she’s coming back to the second half focused,” Kk added.

They were wrong. Paige came back hot. Leading her team to a sweet victory.

Paige dropped 25 and 10, and Azzi had been the loudest voice cheering when she hit her game-sealing three. After the buzzer, Paige jogged over and tapped Azzi’s shoulder.

“Hey,” she said, a little breathless.

“You played out of your mind,” Azzi said, grinning.

“You danced out of yours,” Paige shot back.

Azzi laughed, rolling her eyes. “Okayyy. What’s up, Bueckers?”

“So… we’re having a little thing tonight. Chill. Just me and the girls. You and your friends should come. The ones with you at the party last week”

Azzi blinked, surprised but smiling. “Us?”

“Yeah,” Paige said, scratching the back of her neck. “I mean… if you want.”

Azzi looked at Caroline and Amari, who were already nodding. “Yeah sure.”

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Ice’s basement was the true definition of cozy.The lights were low, snacks everywhere, a couple candles burning. The vibe was pure comfort—sweats, music low, people draped over beanbags and throw pillows. Ice brought out a deck of cards, then ditched it halfway through and suggested truth or dare instead.

Nika leaned forward, a wicked glint in her eye. “Paige. Truth or dare?”

Paige smirked. “Dare.”

Nika grinned. “Kiss the prettiest girl in the room.”

“Ooohhhh,” Aaliyah and Jana hollered in unison.

Paige pretended to think for a second, but her eyes were already locked on Azzi, who raised an eyebrow, lips quirking like she was daring Paige right back.

Without saying a word, Paige got up, crossed the space, and knelt in front of Azzi on the beanbag she was sitting on.

“Hi,” she murmured.

Azzi laughed, “Hi.”

Paige leaned in and kissed her—soft, deliberate, warm.

The room erupted in squeals and fake-gagging, but Paige and Azzi barely heard it.

When Paige pulled back, Azzi was grinning. “Guess you’re winning points.”

“Just wait till the backflip.” Paige said, trying to mask the grin forming on her face.

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Once the night died down, Azzi, Caroline, and Amari all headed back to Azzi’s place for a sleepover.

Azzi lay sprawled on her bed, hoodie still smelling like Paige’s cologne, while Caroline braided Amari’s hair on the floor.

“So…” Caroline said, not even trying to be casual, “that kiss.”

Azzi buried her face in a pillow. “I’m spiraling.”

Amari laughed. “Girl. You’re in it deep.”

“I didn’t plan on liking her,” Azzi said, muffled. “She was just supposed to be some basketball player.”

“Now she’s Hoodie Bae,” Caroline said, tugging gently on Amari’s braid. “Do we think it’s time for the invitation?”

Azzi looked up. “To the comp next weekend?”

“Uh, yeah,” Amari said. “She’s clearly into you. Bring her. Let her see you in your world.”

“Plus,” Caroline added, “it would be really funny to see Paige try not to freak out watching your jazz solo.”

Amari laughed. “Oh Gosh! The poor thing would have a heart attack!”

Azzi laughed softly, the image already forming in her head.

“Okay, okay! I think I will.”

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AN: I had to type all of this with mostly my left hand because I think I like dislocated my right thumb at dance last night lol. Hopefully yall have seen dance moms so you can understand what I’m getting at with the dance comp! As a comp dancer myself I love seeing ppls partners at comps it’s so cute🥰

[flipperdipper10]

I MADE MORE!!!!

I couldn't think of a fourth person so I made monomoko into a monoloaf

anyway here's the ideas for classes and other ramblings!

Harada: harada kinda falls into the wada tier of idk what the fuck to do with him i don't know harada well enough to class him i just know that he's breath bound

Sasaki: Sasaki is a leader. She's a commander, her will WILL be done, but her trauma hardens her experiences and expectations of an outcome. Mage of Mind is what I've thought for her. Mages have the capability of actually predicting what an outcome will be, often playing on a level that the others quite can't keep up with.

Yanagi: Hot take but Maid of Heart. Maid's deal with usurpation from malicious forces and yanagi kinda gets the short end of the "getting used by other people" shtick, and it was even a direct requirement for the first trial where if he didn't decide to go against sasaki, everyone would've died (also i know maid is technically a gendered class but i think that's lame so i'm ignoring that rule)

Monoloaf/Monomoko: muse of space through this fuckass rabbit all things are maintained. she simply sets the stage, the actors themselves act upon it. plus she's the only character in the game with actual fucking superpowers

also i have an au forming now where monomoko brings in the slabs and hasegawa does a pro gamer move i can share that later if ppl want idk

[yearofthesnvke]

This whole Chel/Damien situation was a good reminder for me that you don’t really know online people. Because I started following Chel after I found out that they were allegedly dating which was a bit parasocial of me, but I also think that was something that she wanted. To gain a following using a somewhat famous person idk that’s just what I think. And I think a lot of people followed them because of the same reason. And she seemed really sweet too honestly but more stuff keeps coming out about them and I’m like holy shit. Anyways, I’m just a little worried about Damien since I’m a fan of his and this person seems to be hurting his career in a way and his personal life, I just hope he’s gonna be okay.

Chel was knowingly feeding that tendency to be parasocial by sharing little bits of information, something they needed to do to bait us into following them. In hindsight, it all seems very opportunistic. So I hope you're being kind to yourself about feeling too invested. 💜

I know there's a lot of genuine worry about Damien, and the depth of concern in some of the messages I've gotten is honestly kinda heartbreaking. I went from hoping this all resolves privately to hoping he gives some vague indication that he's all good.