#if you don't mind yelling

[axx1s]

Based off a conversation I had with my cousin, I bring you; The Vantas Seafood & Grill

[heymrspatel]

hey, have you ever thought about the fact that ian gets the courage to come out to fiona while sitting in his little twin bed? the same little bed he sits on to get ready on the morning of his wedding? to yank his fiance forward? to kiss him and promise him their future? hmm?

[fuckthemforthis]

So much love in that small touch of a finger <3

from @sparklativity's video

[lunarriviera]

Big Dumb Hot Cop & Effete Possibly Sociopathic Genius Consultant: A Manifesto

So it has recently come to my attention that this, my archetypal pairing formulation, has broken containment, probably because I've been flinging these terms around like a deranged person wielding a blunt instrument. Therefore it behooves me to explain what the hell I mean by all these adjectives, and who are some classic and contemporary examples of the idiots under discussion—who are by the way extremely in love with one another whether they realize it or not. (Don't you say "bromance." Don't you dare SAY that word to me.) I will use blorbo from my shows to illustrate.

I first realized that I am in fact a Big Dumb Hot Cop whisperer thanks to Chinese police procedural 猎罪图鉴 | Under the Skin (2022). Right away, it's very important to note that Big Dumb Hot Cop is NOT in fact all that dumb. He's only less intelligent IN COMPARISON to his Effete Slightly Sociopathic Genius Consultant, who is, as already stated, a genius. Big Dumb Hot Cop is in fact ruthlessly good at his job. He's driven, he obsesses about cases, he can walk into a crime scene and pick up on the one thing everyone else has missed. There is no suspect he cannot intimidate upon investigation. And he's even better when he's working with (or against, depending on what stage they're at) the genius consultant. They need each other, whether they're fighting or collaborating. They can only clear cases together.

Here are, then, police captain Du Cheng and his genius consultant, sketch artist Shen Yi, eyeing each other significantly as some witness is, I think, lying his face off? Honestly I can't even remember what's happening because the important thing here is their nonverbal communication. This is crucial for this pairing. They can think circles around each other without saying a word. Love that for them.

Effete Possibly Sociopathic Genius Consultant has two levels of Possibly Sociopathic. Most maddeningly of all, he has secrets. Sometimes many secrets. So at first, Big Dumb Hot Cop is going to think he's the criminal, or in some way involved in the wrongdoing. The second level is that he'll find Genius Consultant just worryingly, disturbingly good at predicting criminal behavior. And he will continue to be suspicious of him for exactly one or at most two episodes, until he's then swept off his big dumb feet by the rapidity and correctness of Effete Genius's deductions. There's nothing Big Dumb Hot Cop loves more than solving cases. Well, maybe beer. He also loves beer. Once he sees that Effete Consultant is useful, he'll do a 180º and stop complaining to his chief of police, and instead start demanding that Effete Consultant be his forever. He'll start hanging out in his office. He'll literally drag him to crime scenes by the wrist.

(And did I mention Effete Consultant must be very pretty? Did I mention that? He is lovely. Long, thin fingers to steeple while he thinks. Delicate features. Haunted dark eyes. Never sleeps. Shocking self-neglect. You may see where I am going with this.)

Another important attribute of Big Dumb Hot Cop: he's big. Or anyway strong, or a gifted fighter. Let's face it, he has to be, because Genius Consultant is going to be reckless with his own personal safety to the point of stupidity (now who's dumb, huh?). For example, consider another Chinese procedural, S.C.I. 谜案集 | S.C.I. Mystery (2018). Captain Bai Yutong is sort of impossibly physically talented (former fighter pilot! national sandu champion! runs over moving cars and then shoots at them, like some kind of weird urban biathlon!) and, like all good Big Dumb Hot Cops, his entire life is thrown upside down because he now has to drop everything to protect his effete consultant, criminal psychologist Dr. Zhan Yao, who's so careless with himself that in any another drama he would probably be driving Bai Yutong to drink. Thanks to the danmei on which SCI Mystery is based, however, we can safely assume Bai Yutong is taking it out on Zhan Yao in blow jobs.

Note that Bai Yutong is the cook, even though he's the gong, and that he moves in with Zhao Yan to "protect" him from...something, I can't ever remember what, and then just sort of forgets to move out again. For the length of the entire series.

I would argue that 镇魂 | Guardian (2018) is a procedural, even if it also has ghosts, a talking cat, snake lady, eerie dark energy that gets flung around like paintball splatters, and a whole bunch of other supernatural stuff that was not approved of by Big Red (it's based on a danmei of the same title by Priest, a novel which has been pulled from circulation for censorship). Further confusing matters, Zhao Yunlan isn't particularly Big or Dumb, nor is he even really a Cop, technically; but I'm claiming him for this genre not least because of his Effete (drop-dead gorgeous) Possibly Sociopathic (Chief Zhao thinks he's a suspect for a good third of the story) and Definitely Genius, Later Gangpressed into being a Consultant, chock-full of secrets Professor Shen Wei.

Once they finally team up, though, they do this genre/pairing proud. Why, there's nothing they can't solve except how to stay alive. Look at them here enjoying some fine nonverbal communication: "Oh my god, you're just like me—you too will fling yourself directly into bodily harm in order to save a clueless civilian. Okay this could be inconvenient for both of us. Also wow for a genetics professor you're really fucking built, do you lift my bro." (Yes. Yes he does lift.)

A final example: the cruelly short-lived 光渊 | Justice in the Dark (2023), which like Guardian is based on a danmei by Priest, 默读 | Silent Reading. I got baited into watching the eight (8) existing episodes by seeing a cut of Captain Luo Wenzhou taking on like forty guys with a champagne bottle, a pair of curtains, an axe handle, and a birthday cake, like some kind of cultivator. He's so big and hot, and he's so very dumb. He's also a cop, and ACAB (which is sort of the plot of Silent Reading); and Fei Du is possibly using him for his own nefarious ends (cf. possibly sociopathic and secretive). But underneath all of Fei Du's "I am the abyss, fear me, rawr!" scary posturing, like a puffed-up kitten, he's just a very pretty tender-hearted effete genius, and you can watch Luo Wenzhou melting, and practically pinpoint the exact moment when his whole heart flies out of his eyes and he decides: Yeah, okay, that's it for me. That one. The annoying little traumatized fuerdai with some kind of a death wish that I do not understand. I'll be throwing myself in front of bullets for him and/or cooking him dinner for the foreseeable future, thanks.

Priest is gonna mess with this dynamic of gong/shou caregiving and safeguarding, because that's what she does; but the fundamental beats are still there. Look at these ninnyhammers, just this second figuring out they're actually kind people who belong to each other.

Here they are confronting a suspect together. (You will notice the large butcher knife wavering in the foreground.) Luo Wenzhou, highly trained, nonetheless cannot de-escalate the situation. It takes a pretty playboy in an arm sling to come wandering into the room, and then, using his superb personal knowledge of what it's like to be traumatized to the point of insanity, getting the suspect to disarm. I just love the way they look at each other, incredulous (Luo Wenzhou) and mock-fascinated (Fei Du). If I ever meet the person who directed this scene I'm going to need to kiss them on the mouth.

Once you accept the gospel of Big Dumb Hot Cop and Effete Possibly Sociopathic Genius Consultant into your media-based life, you'll find it has many applications, not all of which have to be procedurals. Consider: characters from the Daomu Biji franchise, possibly (Hei Xiazi is the biggest dumbest hottest not-a-cop I've ever met). Leverage, in a weird OT3 way. Assorted combinations of Avengers. Teen Wolf fic, absolutely. Various Stargate incarnations. Several other Priest danmei, not only procedurals. Definitely Mysterious Lotus Casebook. Et cetera. (You're on your own with MXTX, though.)

This has gotten long and there are still so many nuances and features and wrinkles and problems with the theory that should be ironed out, but it'll have to do for now. I'll simply close by saying: yes, there is also a classic example and you already know exactly who it is.

[actual-changeling]

everyone is lusting over david tennant in his black suits but this is my roman empire, she is for the lesbians and the lesbians only and this picture has changed my brain chemistry forever

[gottagobackintime]

Trent being startled/frightened

[bonefall]

So, I'm writing an essay on the whole STATE of misogyny in WC for one of my university classes, and I was wondering if I could ask you a couple of things! No pressure of course, please feel free to say no!

A) Could I reference your good takes with appropriate harvard referencing and links back to your blog?

B) Are there any specific moments from the books that you think should be covered the most?

C) The end result will be a visual essay, so it's like those fun infographics people on Tumblr make on like ADHD and stuff, so when it's done, would you like to be tagged to read it?

(Sorry for anon, I'm nervous lmao, but if you'd be more comfortable I'll resend this off anon)

AAY good topic! You've got a lot to work with. Absolutely feel free to reference anything I've written, and tag me when you're done.

While you're here and about to write something so legitimate, I'm also going to recommend you check out Sunnyfall's video on gender in Warrior Cats. She breaks down the arcs into numbers, directly comparing the amount of lines mollies have to toms, and examining the archetypes women are usually allowed to be.

I think it's a must-have citation in a paper about WC misogyny.

...and, I think it's insightful to look at the WCRP Forum thread about the video. Note how the respondents immediately come into the thread to complain about how the video is too long so they didn't watch it, dismissing Sunnyfall as not being entertaining enough to hold their attention, even whining that she starts with statistics to prove her point, which I'm convinced she did exactly because they would have cried that she "had no evidence" if she didn't.

I am not a scholar, so I don't know how to document or prove that the books have an impact on the audience outside of anecdotes. But I think if you do write a section about fandom, it would be worth mentioning the in-universe and metatextual apologia for Ashfur and its reflection in the real world discourse, the authorial killing of Ferncloud because of fan complains, and the utter defensiveness against the discussion of misogyny you see outside of Tumblr.

You may also want to check out Cheek by Jowl, a collection of 8 essays about sexism in xenofiction by Ursula K. Le Guin. There's a very unique manifestation of authorial bias in animal fiction, having a lot to do with how the author views "the natural world," and it's worth understanding even though Warrior Cats are so heavily anthropomorphized.

So... Warrior Cats Misogyny

I think discussing individual instances can be helpful, but I'd implore you to keep in mind what's REALLY bad about WC's misogyny is framing and the bigger picture.

Bumble's death is shocking and insulting, but it's not just that she died. It's that the POV Gray Wing sees her as a fat, useless bitch who took his mate so she deserves to be dragged back to a domestic abuser, and he's right because the writers love him so much. It's that Bumble's torture and killing only factors into how it's going to hurt a man's reputation.

It's how Clear Sky hitting, emotionally manipulating, or killing the following women,

Bright Stream (pressured into leaving her home and family)

Storm (controlled her movements and yelled at her in public)

Misty (killed for land, children stolen)

Bumble (beaten unconscious, blamed nonsensically on a fox)

Alder (child abuse, hit when she refused to attack her brother)

Falling Feather (scratched on the face, subjected to public abuse and humiliation)

Tall Shadow (thrown into murderous crowd, attacked on-sight in heaven)

Rainswept Flower ("blacked out" in anger and murdered in cold blood)

Moth Flight (scratched on the face for saying denying medical treatment is mean, taken hostage in retaliation against mother for the death of his own child, which he caused)

Willow Tail (eyes gouged out for "stirring up trouble")

Is seen as totally understandable, forgivable, or not even questioned at all, when killing Gray Wing in an act of rage would have been "one step too far" with the ridiculous Star Line.

"Kill me and live with the memory, and then let the stars know it would only matter if a single one of your murder victims was a man."

It's the way that fathers who physically abuse their kids out of their ego (Clear Sky, Sandgorse, Crowfeather) aren't treated anywhere near the same level of narrative disgust and revulsion the series has for "bad moms", even if they're displaying symptoms of a post-partum mood disorder (depression, anxiety, and rage), an umbrella of mental illnesses 20% of all new mothers experience but are heavily stigmatized with (Sparkpelt, Palebird, Lizardstripe).

It's Crookedstar's Promise giving him two evil maternal figures in a single book, while bending over backwards to make every man in a position of power still look likeable in spite of the fact they're enabling Rainflower's abuse. Leader Hailstar is soso sorry that he has to change Stormkit's name for some reason, in spite of leaders being unaccountable dictators the other 99% of the time, and Deputy Shellheart functionally does nothing to stop his own son from being abused or even do much parenting before or after the fact.

It's the way men's parental struggles are seen sympathetically, and they don't have to "pay for it" like their female counterparts (Crookedstar's PPD vs Sparkpelt's PPD, how Daisy and Cinders are held responsible for Smoky and Whisper being deadbeats, Yellowfang's endless guilt for killing her son vs Onestar's purpose in life to kill his own), even to the point where a father doesn't have to have raised their kids at all to have a magical innate emotional connection to them (Tree's father Root, Tom the Wifebeater, Tigerstar and Hawkfrost).

It's less speaking lines and agency for female characters, being reduced to accessories in the lives of their mates and babies, women getting less diversity in their personalities, with even major ex-POV characters eventually becoming "sweet mom" tropes.

You could zoom in on any one of these examples and have an amoeba try to argue with you that "Oh THIS makes sense because X" or "Ah well my headcanon perfectly explains this thing" or "MY mother/girlfriend was abusive/toxic/neglectful and I've decided that you are personally attacking ME by having issues with how a character was written or utilized," but the beleaguered point,

That I keep trying to hammer in, over and over, across books worth of posts,

Is that these are trends. More than just a couple one-off examples. It's the fabric that has been woven over years, showing a lack of interest in, or even active prejudice of, women on behalf of the writers.

LONG STANDING trends, which have only gotten worse as the series progressed. From Yellowfang being harshly punished with a born evil son who ruins her life in TPB and the mistreatment of Squirrelpaw that begins in TNP, all the way up to the 7 Fridgenings of DOTC and Sparkpelt's PPD being a major character motivator for her son Nightheart.

So, I would stress that in your paper, and structure it less as "the Sparkpelt slide" and "the Yellowfang slide," and more as "The paternal vs maternal abuse" slide, and "the violence against women" slide. They're really big issues, there's tons of examples for each individual thing.

Anyway to leave off on a funny, look at this scene in Darkest Hour that I find unreasonably hilarious,

"Everyone who matters to me; my truest friend, my sensible and loyal warrior, the wisest deputy I've ever known, and 2 women." -Firestar, glorious idiot

He can't even think of a single trait for either of them what the hell does "formidable pair" mean lmaooo, when I finished a reread about a year ago this line killed me on impact.

[cementcornfield]

Ja'Marr scores on himself in Madden 🔥

(he was playing as the lions, his friend was playing as the bengals 🥲)

[judas-had-a-crown]

The Party: Get your stuff and get out!

Raphael: As you wish!

Raphael: *picks up the crown of Karsus and Tav and walks out*

[souenkun]

I don't see this talked about often in the english side of the fandom, as this tidbit got lost in translation, but:

In the japanese versions for both texts and voice lines in the middle-aged opposites venet, kabu addresses larry with "—kun (くん)" in their second meeting in front of the restaurant. It's a japanese honorific to address someone who is a junior than you, in terms of either age or work experience/status. Inferring from this, kabu may either (1) be slightly older than larry in age (as I think they both have equal years of experience, just that larry happened be slightly superior to kabu in terms of their workplace status because he is also an elite four member), (2) be that friendly and warm as a person that he calls larry with "—kun (くん)" right away in the second part of their event's story, or (3) both.

Take what you will from this, friends! 🫡

[awsok]

baylan skoll — (former) jedi knight

revenge of the sith by matthew stover / ahsoka 'far far away' / star wars episode iii: revenge of the sith / what will happen by leila chatti / ahsoka 'toil and trouble' / grief lessons: four plays by euripedes by anne carson / in the dream house by carmen maria machado / ahsoka 'far far away' / waiting by marya hornbacher / ahsoka 'far far away' / the wolves pursuing sól and máni by j. c. dollman / revenge of the sith by matthew stover / ivan the terrible and his son by ilya repin / ahsoka 'far far away' / devotion by the staves / lauren bowman / ahsoka 'dreams and madness' / giovanni's room by james baldwin / ahsoka 'dreams and madness'

bonus:

[somegrumpynerd]

More doodles of the new chapter of How Nightmare Became Dadmare by @topazshadowwolf please go read it

[chaoticyumelikes]

Very short Enver Gortash x GN! Reader

You: ENVER!!!

Gortash going pale: Daaarling... There you are! *he smiles pleasantly, while internally his mind races desperately trying to find which specific evil plot you are mad about and how to explain himself *

[uncanny-tranny]

If you mess with somebody's mobility/life-preserving aid and all you got was yelled at by the disabled person in question, just know you got off easy. Fucking with somebody's aid can easily become a matter of life-or-death, so you have to understand why somebody would "lash out" about that.

[fishyvamp]

It's you, always you

Day 6 Kinktober 2024

Dead by Daylight Pairings: Bottom!Evan MacMilian | The Trapper X Top!M!Reader Rating: M | Mature | NSFW 18+ MDNI Word count: 1.7 k+ CW: Lingerie, self-doubt, Fluffy smut, anal sex, two dumbasses in love, hints of past abuse/homophobia Summary: It has been a year since you and Evan started your first date, tonight he wants to give you a pleasant surprise Prompt: Lingerie | “You look just about good enough to eat.”

Evan felt embarrassed as hell, why was he doing this? The rough fabric of the sheer body suit rubbed up against sensitive skin. His bulge felt too exposed tucked into the silk jockstrap. He felt naked despite being covered up. You had seen him naked plenty of times before and knew you’d never do anything to make him feel ashamed or embarrassed, but he couldn’t help but think that you’d make fun of him for wearing lingerie. “It’s for men big guy, ain’t nothing to be ashamed of.” He could hear Danny tell him. It was your anniversary, a year since he had said yes to one date, a date you have yet to admit was done.

A smile graced his face as he thought about you. About how perfect you were, about your silly little quirks that should drive him nuts, what's a little embarrassment when it makes his Brat happy? Taking one last look in the mirror he straightened the body suit making sure the lace and silk settled in the right places. The Lace and silk  He turns around seeing you standing at the doorway mouth agape as you take in the sight. Your brain short-circuiting as you saw your boyfriend dressed in a sheer bodysuit. His fat cock was barely contained by the fabric, body hair poking through the top. You could feel your mouth salivating as you dropped your bag of supplies.

Evan instinctively covered his unmentionables, embarrassment racking his body and he felt instant regret. “I apologize I simply wanted to give you a pleasant surprise.” His head turning away in guilt thinking that your lack of immediate action was disgust, “If it is too much I will simply remove the offending garments.” He turned his back facing the wardrobe feeling stupid for even trying. “No, you won’t,” You spoke finally breaking the trance and walking up behind him wrapping your arms around him as best you could. “I think it’s the perfect end to our first date.” The Killer’s body stiffened as a blush bloomed across his body eyes drifting down watching you tuck yourself up under his arm. Oh, Entity how he wished he wearing one of his masks right about now. His body felt warm and fuzzy as he saw your bright smile. His chest aching in the best way softening against the harshness he was so used to. The joy faded as your words finally clicked in.

“Now hold on one moment there, End?” Evan turned around to look at you face to face, brows knit in concern, “What do you mean End of?” his mind swirling, “You have been insistent on the date never reaching its conclusion. Only ever allowed to pause to accommodate the will of The Entity.” Was this the end? did you no longer have an interest in courting him? His mind played every endearing moment you had ever shared wondering how empty and dull life would be without his survivor hounding him at every corner. Shoving flowers in his face mid trial, bringing him sweets, or cooking for him? Was this your way of ending it? 

You looked at him confused before you realized what he was hinting at your fingers pinching the bridge of your nose realizing how it came off. “I want a second date,” You spoke finally hand dropped as you laughed grabbing his hips so your cocks were pressed against one another, “I just wanted to make sure you’d say yes.” your words were slow and gentle as you guided his hips with your own, swaying back and forth. “You feel that hardness?” You cooed, pressing into him harder. “That’s for you.” Your eyes gave him another glance hungrily tracing the contours of your lover's body. “God, Evan, you look good enough to eat.” Evan is taken aback, by your words. you chuckled taking him by the hand to guide him to the edge of the bed pushing the killer face down with little effort. Helps that the big guy is always eager to please. Grunting as he feels your fingers tracing along his bare ass hooking onto the straps only to let them smack harshly back against his skin. 

“Why would I ever give you up? After all, it’s always you, it’ll always be you. No matter who we are or where we are, I will always come back to you.” Your breath pricked against his skin sending shivers up his spine. He didn’t know what you were talking about exactly, but it made him feel wanted and needed. You were good for him. Skin puckering as he felt your lips trail along his back. Fingers sent sparks through him as you traced the muscles hidden underneath the fabric, gingerly touching the rough skin, The Trapper could feel his cock pressing hard against the soft fabric that tried to contain it. The pressure slowly becoming painful the longer he neglected it. “Please,” he whined burying his face into the soft goose feather mattress. “Please what?” you purred leaning against his back, “Come on Evan. An educated man like yourself must know the words.”

The Trapper’s face was burning with shame. He knew you knew exactly what he wanted, but you always played these games, always wanted him to say more. “Please fuck me, I need you. Now,” he whined. Listening to the sound of you stumbling behind him clothes hitting the floor. A soft yelp escaped him as he felt your stiff cock rub against his along with the cold fluid of the lube dripping along his ass.

Even if it felt good he was always nervous to have you do this, to feel you as you took your time pressing a slick finger into him. His body trying to move away only to be steadied as you grabbed one of the hooks in his shoulder. “Calm down, Evan, I promise I’ll be gentle.” you tsked. As you pressed the finger deeper curling in just the right way to hit massage his prostate. “That’s a good boy, relax for me.” your voice a pur as you carefully added a second.

There was a slight sting, but it faded just as fast as it came. The Trapper relaxed into the touch grunting loudly as his fists balled the sheet tightly. His cock twitched with each twist of your finger. The jockstrap becoming stained with his precum the tighter his core felt. Your hand leaving its place off the hook moving down to cup him, your touch feeling electric against his trapped member. “More, please,” Evan grunted tears pricking the edges of his eyes. “Please… I can’t…” a gentle kiss on his shoulder blade as your fingers made quick work pulling the underwear to the side so you could touch him more directly. The soft flesh slowly rutted against your hand as he felt relief. His mouth open wide as he panted like a bitch, made puddy in your hands as you so easily stripped away his defenses making him weak and grateful for it.

His back arched as he felt you add a third finger. The pressure only making him feel incomplete. He needed you in him. He needed to feel as connected as possible. His hand shot back, grabbing your hand as he turned around. “More, please.” He spoke breathlessly, eyes looking behind him pleadingly. He needed to feel you right now. To take everything you’d be willing to give him because he wanted everything.

A smile graced your face as you pulled your fingers out. Helping him roll over just so you could see his pretty face. your cock pressing against his tight puckered hole. You were slow and careful as you pushed in. moaning loudly as you felt the warmth of the killer wrapped around you. The feeling is just as addicting to him as it was for you. Your movements halted, waiting for him to adjust. The warm walls relaxing around you as you started slowly pulling out until just your tip was inside before thrusting in harshly gripping his hips as you began a slow and steady pace. Eye locked on to him even as he tried to bury his head into the bedding. Your cock brushing his prostate with each drag. His own neglected one twitched uselessly against his belly drooling into his coarse chest hair. His dick bobbing with each movement begging for attention. “Fuck!” he screamed loudly, back arching as your lips grazed his flesh, your hand returning to stroke him in time with your pace.

The feeling was addicting to The Killer as you filled him up, abusing his hole with each thrust. Everything felt so right. If his father could see him now, being used by another man. Fucked like a common whore and dressed like one too. He’d probably die all over again. Watching his only living son on his hands and knees. Evan would pay his entire family fortune just to have his father see him now. To see him as the monster his father always wanted and as the man he always feared Evan would become. Feared and loved in equal measure and cared for by a man who treasured every side of him. His breathing was erratic as his cock twitched violently, his end coming quickly as he screamed your name clenching around you. Strings of cum painted his chest soaking into his bodysuit.  Your breathing quickened as you watched him, your pace quickening as you gripped him tightly, grunting loudly as you hit your climax, your thrusts harsh and quick as you slowed down pressing in as hard as you could.

Evan lying there on the bed you still very much inside him as he looked up with a soft smile. Hand reaching out to you watching as you bent down the two of you sharing a tender kiss. As it felt there was nothing here, but you and him. The realm, the trials, The Entity all are distant at this moment. He felt you pull out laying on top of him, the extra weight a comfort as he pulled you more on top of him until you were straddling him, head on his chest. “Fucking Brat.” He chuckled loudly stroking your back. Your body relaxing and melting, the two of you laying in peaceful silence, listening as your breathing steadied. His own eyes felt heavy as he lay there holding your sleeping form. He was still new to having someone to love him, but you, you made it easy. “I love you.” He whispered quietly, uttering it for the first time.

[sentimental-dog]

OKAY FIRST OFF IT'S FINE EVERYTHING IS GREAT I'M THE PROBLEM. BUT IF I SEE ONE MORE ROMANCE SHIP THING I'M GOING TO FUCKING CRY godddd what do I have to do to make friends who care about platonic ships like I do!! I'm sick of browsing the actual ship tag for crumbs, I just want people to feel sick over their friendship with me...they care about eachother so much but THEY DON'T HAVE TO KISS ABOUT IT EVERY TWO SECONDS OR FEEL THIS STUPID DEEP CONNECTION THAT MAKES THEM ONLY CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER RAGHHH

and browsing the fandom tag is hard too because everything is ship. you have to wade through piles and piles of romance to find one not-explictly-romantic post, and even then the only people who interact with it are people who ship them so it becomes romantic. I GET IT. I DON'T CARE THAT PEOPLE ARE ENGAGING WITH WHAT MAKES THEM HAPPY. BUT FUCK!!! FUCK!!! I DON'T KNOW