#if your idea of a joke is saying a real person would say slurs if they could without getting cancelled ur not funny

[batcavescolony]

I'm back talking about Harry Potter and Snape's worst memory because while I hate the author y'all bug me.

Snape worst memory isn't James bulling him or string him up in front of the school, (that was bad I'm not saying it wasn't) it was Lily ending her friendship with him because he called her a Mudblood. With evidence.

To prove my point we have to go read the Deathly Hallows when Snape gave Harry his memories! We get to see the scene again but this time the thing that sticks out the most is Snape calling Lily a Mudblood. Now if that's not enough proof the next memory goes like this.

*Outside Gryffindor Tower*

Snape: I'm sorry

Lily: I'm not interested

S: I'm sorry!

L: save your breath... I only came out here because Mary told me you were threatening to sleep here.

S: I was. I would have done. I never ment to call you a Mudblood it just-

L: Slipped out? It's too late. I've made excuses for you for years. None of my friends can understand why I even talk to you. You and your precious little Death Eater friends- you see, you don't even deny it! You don't even deny that's what you're all aiming to be! You can't wait to join You-Know-Who, can you? I can't pretend anymore. You've chosen your way, I've chosen mine.

S: No-listen, I didn't mean-

L:-to call me a Mudblood? But you call everyone of my birth Mudblood, Severus. Why should I be any different?

*Lily leaves. Memory ends*

The next memory is Snape becoming a turn coat for Dumbledore so he could keep Lily safe because Voldemort wouldn't spare her.

Snape has had worse experiences then a teenage James Potter being a bully (even if it was shitty). so we look at the rest of the memory and lo and behold what do we see? The actual worst moment of Snape life, the moment he lost Lily forever.

[jesssssssssica]

'but i love you-' 'so? please let me go' ln4

'but i love you-' 'so? please let me go.'

in which saying 'i love you' to keep a relationship together has been overused.

in which you've had enough

One too many times had you found yourself back in the arms of Lando Norris. The strong comforting arms of Lando Norris that holds you at times of need, became an addicting pull factor of keeping this crumbling relationship together, well that along with his constant throwaway of the words “I love you.”

Words that once held so much adoration and joy in your mind were now the words that were slowly destroying you from the inside out, and yet your weeping heart constantly craved for more, wanting to be with someone that claimed to want you. Of course you’d noticed that these words caused your heart to freeze up, rather than beat faster and yet you still somehow still had this idea that Lando did truly mean these words.  Was it delusion to help soothe your already breaking heart or was it just pure insanity? Either way, you received pity from the onlookers that watched in on your relationship, week after week, watching the distance between you two in the pit lane become further and further apart, watching as the man that supposedly loved you, laughed at the unfunny jokes that the models would tell him, watching them place their arms on his arm and stay there as he refused to shove them away. 

And yet, you still loved him, because after all he still loved you. Right? Of course he loved you, that’s why he’d say those magic words. He wouldn’t throw those sacred words around, right?

Of course he would. 

Lando Norris would only find himself using the words ‘I love you’ at times where he needed to avoid his mistakes being thrown back into his face and to keep you by his side. Of course, at one point those words did truly hold value and meaning to his relationship, but that was a long time ago and the meaning was now washed away, and a new definition for the phrase was made, to keep you. If you were to ask him what the meaning was however, he would proclaim that it means and symbolises his adoration and infatuation with you, and you being none the wiser would further and further into his arms, never wanting to let go and leave this comfort blanket that had been made just for you. 

I mean who would want to leave this VERY financially stable man that was able to fill your house with flowers and gifts, constantly flying you around the world with him as he always holds you and reassures you with his ‘love’.

You certainly didn’t want to. For god’s sake you had been with the man since you were 17, having known eachother since you were both 14, and you didn’t know anything about the real world without having Lando by your side. Of course your mother would always offer a place to stay whenever you had one of your rocky moments but that was only for a day or so, now where would you go if you truly were to finally take that leap of faith and leave the one person that was actually holding you back? 

But I mean what were you even talking about? Leaving Lando sounded more like a nightmare than a saving grace, I mean leaving the one man that has always been there for you? You’re crazy to think I would eve-

“Y/N! I am baaack” his voice sounded slurred as he shouted into the apartment. 

You turn your head from where you sit on the sofa, swirling the glass of wine that you hold in your hand, watching Lando struggle to slip off his trainers, a task he ultimately gives up on, huffing loudly before straggling over to your spot. 

“I missed you” he breathes, his breath confirming your thoughts.

‘Great’ you think, ‘Another night of babying him’ 

You don’t dare try and translate his coherent babbles, watching as he mindlessly talks to the ceiling, waiting for him to slowly sober up, which leads you to getting up and filling him a nice glass full of wa- 

“I cheated on you.” 

“What?”

“You heard”

You freeze, both out of shock and also out of anger. How could he? A man that she had dedicated 7 years of her life to and yet this is the cause of the end. An easily avoidable action that he seems to have no guilt or sorrow for happening? How could someone that preached to his lover how much he loved them, then proceed to do the complete opposite? 

Your brain speaks for your heart in this moment, sacrificing your feelings for the next couple of months for your sanity, putting down the glass and heading down to your shared bedroom without saying a word, pulling out a suitcase and packing what you needed most, you could leave behind items, that would be his problem as you would not be coming back. You grab what little trinkets you have that don’t remind you of him and start to leave for the front dorm when you are stopped by him. 

It’s only now do you take in the intoxicated state that he was in, though you’re pretty sure that by now he’s sobered up, messy hair that seems to poke out at every angle, definitely having felt the fingers of many a woman comb through it. You also notice the slight rouge colour that’s been attempted to have been smeared off, a clear sign at the man’s infidelity. It’s pathetic really, that you had once been enamoured with the man that stands in front of you but now here you are, leaving behind the one thing that has held you back this whole time. You don’t know where you’ll go but anywhere is better than this place that you once thought was the place you’d grow old with each other in, but that was before you truly woke up. Sometimes it’s best to leave things in the past and Lando Norris is a great example of this, though you’ll never forget when it was real, when you were both happy. 

Maybe it was meant to be at a time but it wasn’t meant forever. 

“Where are you going?” His voice snaps you out of your monologue that you preach in your head. 

“I’m leaving and I am not coming back.” 

At first he thinks you're joking but the strong demeanour you hold on your face shows that you are doing anything but. 

“B-but I love you y/n.”

You scoff.

��So? Please let me go Lando.” You say, voice laced with desperation.

So he does, he lets you go and you don’t dare look back.

[reallyromealone]

For your summer event can we ask for a number if it's already been asked? Because I was wondering if you would write 22 again. My idea was maybe Toman finds a merman? Or maybe they win him at an auction or something. Love your writing BTW!

22: mermaids

Event

Masterlist

You absolutely can request the same prompt!

And thank you very much, that's very kind of you

(Name) woke up terrified, in a large glass case surrounded by blurry figures and shouting could vaguely be heard.

He barely remembered what happened, he remembered calling asleep in his cave and then he was here.

(Name) looked terrified as he began moving, the water swishing.

All he wanted was to go home...

Toman was curious as they brought home a mermaid, a giant tank already ready, practically having a whole ball room set up for the beautiful creature and he was beautiful to say the least.

"Careful dumping him" Draken barked as the Merman was transferred from tanks, the poor thing looked absolutely terrified as he immediately hid from view once in the new surroundings, surprisingly there was real plant life and even safe corals in the large environment but (name) wasn't risking anything. He wasn't some show for humans.

"He's shy" mikey said with a soft smile and watched the Merman glare at them before going into the shadows.

(Name) did eventually come out, in the dead of night as he hunted for food, Bonten getting the highest quality (saltwater/freshwater) fish for him to find. The Merman didn't notice a few eyes on him, the men sneakily behind things to watch him gracefully swim through the water and hunt, his movements precise and fast.

He was a true ocean predator.

"Some mers can reach up to 30 feet in length..." Baji said softly as he looked at the iridescent scales of his tail and parts of his body shimmering under the dimmed lights, mimicking moonlight.

"There's also different breeds of mer, if I'm correct he's (saltwater/freshwater fish breed), his scale pattern is fairly unique though" Chifuyu said in awe, wanting to get closer but not scare the beautiful creature.

Mikey was the unsurprising first person to walk forward and watch, the mer noticing fast and immediately hiding behind rocks, the men having caves built for him.

Mikey was snacking as he watched, his long black hair in a bun as he looked at the fish curiously and ate his Taiyaki, watching as the mer never took his eyes off him.

This became daily, one of them would watch and try and interact with him and earn some trust, Mitsuya sharing sushi he got with the mer who shyly took it before going back into the depths.

"Here" Draken offered the mer, he managed to get the others jewelry back, pearls and shells that were quite beautiful to say the least.

"Thhhank yuhu" (name) said in very broken Japanese, his mer accent very heavy as he slurred the words and gently took his jewelery and put all but one necklace one "oh? Not feeling that one?" Draken joked and (name) looked a little confused before pointing to his necklace "hooooman" and Draken looked confused before Sanzu spoke up "that's an enchanted necklace, makes him human when wearing it"

"Really?" Draken said in awe as (name)s head was only visible to his nose, the mers sharp eyes watching them curiously "mers only really become human for mating purposes or to hunt really though some merfolk have been going to land more often" this time Mitsuya spoke up and Draken looked in awe.

More and more (name) socialized with them, he didn't have a pod and slowly began seeing them as his pod with legs, learning more human words and teaching them Mer and trying Taiyaki after being curious at its fish shape and Mikey looked at him with with heart eyes, Toman growing deeply attached to the other.

(Name) huffed, wanting to see his pod but they weren't there and looked at his necklace and made a chirping sound.

(Name) clung to the walls as his legs shook like a baby deer, wet footsteps behind him as he walked naked to look for his pod.

Chifuyu and Pah were going to bring (name) new fish to hunt when they saw no (name) and knocked, knowing he had extremely good hearing even when asleep and always came out for a good hunt.

"Where's (name)?" Chifuyu mumbled worried and checked the cameras in the tank and there was nothing.

"There's footsteps!" Pah said pointing to the trail of water and fuyu already sent an elert to everyone.

"He couldn't have gotten far" Draken said, everyone worried as he, hanma and Mochi looked for the Merman.

"He's in the left wing" the intercom in Drakens ear spoke, the men rushing to him "awww" hanma teased as (name) sat with peke J and his feline wife and kittens, making sounds at them as he pet them "found him" Mochi said into the intercom "someone bring clothes" as they looked at the naked merman, (name) looking happy to see bus pod.

[foundfamilyhq]

EDIT: Sorry for all these textposts tonight. This is a repost of the ealier post to remove mentions of one of the users in the transcript from the comments section. I appreciate everyone who commented on the previous version of the post and will be presenting a couple of different options on how to continue this blog either tomorrow or on Tuesday - Original post:

I've been made aware (in a transcript posted below the readmore) that the whole premise and language used on this blog is harmful and dehumanising to adoptees. This was genuine ignorance on my part, but I don't want to continue running this blog in a way that's harmful to a marginalised group

So because of that, I'm going to be ceasing running this blog as "the tumblr found family adoption agency" and in the coming weeks will remove this language from the blog as much as I can

Now, I do enjoy running this blog and would like to continue it in some form. I had considered simply removing references to adoption agencies, but while the original sentiment is still there, I don't think this small change would be good enough

So, my next idea was to change this blog to:

Finding the Tumblr Quest Party

The idea is that we're all on a quest and choosing members of our party. This way the blog would still function on a similar premise, but remove any references to adoption that would be harmful to real life adoptees. The question would simply be "Should this character join the tumblr quest party?" with the answer being yes or no and the results dialogue being something along the lines of "This character [did/didn't] join the quest party", to remove the upsetting ditching on the roadside aspect

Should I go ahead with this, all current characters on the list would carry over as they are, because I'm sure none of us fancy doing hundreds (possibly even into the thousands?) of polls again. Also, the current queue of characters would continue to run

I'd be happy to hear feedback on what you think of this possible change, especially from other adoptees from across the world (though ofc I wouldn't want you to doxx yourselves in the replies, so only say anything your comfortable with sharing)

Transcript:

user 1: hey op: are you an adoptee and did u talk to adoptees about this? because personally, as an adoptee, i think this is whole thing is really insensitive to us, and the experiences we go through. please stop this, it’s harmful. the private adoption industry should not be used as a joke for blorbos. it is an unregulated industry that costs lives

user 2: it's like insanely harmful and romanticism at every turn. I could write a whole entire ESSAY on how it's fucked up and basic romanticism that leads into silencing adoptees and their trauma.

user 2: honestly the excuse of "I know an adoptee that said it's okay! 1! " is first of most likely lying, second off just because one adoptee says it's okay, doesn't give you the right to Invalidate , romantize and glorify adoption and trauma.

Easily a "well x said I could say this slur even when I can't reclaim it!!" Like okay doesn't mean you should or you arnt gross

It's also, ignoring all of that, missing the point of found family in thee first place.

user 1: yeah like found family is removing all those labels why is this even a thing. makes no sense. and exactly!! it absolutely is romanticism & op says that they got permission they’re def lying imo 😭😭

user 1: honestly i will take bets they won’t even reply to us, block us, or ask why we aren’t being nicer or are making ‘hurtful assumptions’. but if they cared about adoptees this blog wouldn’t exist. if they know an adoptee and asked that adoptee probably doesn’t trust them enough to be honest. op also definitely doesn’t know the history of adoption agencies either cuz yikes…

user 2: Exactly, if the adoptee community is telling you it's gross (which there Isnt a lot of us due to being forced to be silent about trauma and to be grateful etc) then you should probably realize it's gross. This isn't animal jam pillow room where 8yrs wanting to roleplay family stuff, you are obviously smart enough to realize that it's gross, dehumanizing and romanitzing trauma. can write a whole college thesis on how gross it is.

user 2: people don't care about adoptees bc it apparently doesn't exist or only does for "the people who are adopted from China" or some shit that's their concept of adoption besides pets. It's like adoption itself is a fictional trope.

user 2: "Gotta block them, the minority spoke up and now I'm scarred of the conquences of my actions"

user 1: no literally they treat us like fictional concepts. and even tho this person is from the UK so adoption isn’t for profit like it is in the US, they probably do look at it like we are pets. like “ditch on the side of the road” truly disgusting language

user 2: God exactly.

user 1: it’s so dehumanizing, it really goes to show that people do not care about us. like the ppl reblogging going “this is such a fun idea!” FOR WHO?! some of us actually have lived experience. they MAY have sympathy for the one child rule adoptees but that’s probably bc of racism. it’s truly sickening how we r imaginary to them

user 2: EXACTLY no thoughts

foundfamilyhq: Thank you both for taking the time to bring these concerns to me and I can only apologise for the harm that this blog has caused you both and other adoptees who may have seen it and not been brave enough to speak up. While I can assure you that this blog didn't come from intentional malice, it clearly has come from ignorance and I don't wish that to carry on. (Cont.)

foundfamilyhq: I shall suspend activity on this blog and attempt to remove the uninformed, harmful and dehumanising language from it within the coming weeks. I shall make a post including your messages for transparency's sake. Once again, I am sorry for the harm you have received and appreciate you making me aware of matters I have been ignorant on

[alexsoenomel]

Dear Asshole, (Dean Winchester x Reader Drabble)

NOTE: I wrote a letter for my ex best friend for therapeutic perpouses. I used to like this person, a lot , and they broke my heart with their shitty behaviour. I never actually send that letter so I decided to turn it into a drabble aka a letter for Dean if he ever decides to break Reader's heart (we all know he can be an asshole at times). Ironically enough this person reminds me of Dean. Enjoy!

Dear Dean,

I was never good with spoken words so I decided to put my heart on a piece of paper. We met at the worst possible time, hell, we met in the worst possible universe. You said you loved my Led Zeppelin shirt and I got nervous. The whiskey wasn’t enough to make me not be. Your presence was captivating. You would still remind me of that day when we met in that shitty pub in Dallas and I would still laugh. Soon we became friends and your brother started wondering if there was something more between us because in his words we are too obvious. I have to admit, at first, I liked the idea of us being together, but I kept telling myself no and pushing those thoughts away because I was convincing myself that it would ruin our friendship. Truth be told I was scared shitless. Between living and working together and both of us having our fair share of issues, I was scared.

Nonetheless you showed me what true friendship looks like. I loved hearing your stories, silly jokes and I loved talking about music with you…I loved spending time with you. My fondest memory will always be us jaming to Nickelback after we killed that nest of vampires back in San Francisco. Do you remember? Sam hated us for waking him up. The laughs we shared I will cherish forever. There aren’t enough words in the English language to express how much those memories mean to me. Those are sacred and will remain sacred for the rest of my life.

 I’ll never forget when you didn’t want to leave my room until I laughed at one of your silly jokes when I was sad and couldn’t sleep – reasons unknown (the next day I got my period). 

Once I laughed, you let me sleep. I still think about that night. Your lame puns are too funny to forget. 

The question “What if…?” started lingering soon enough in my mind and sadness started visiting me almost every night. I started analyzing every moment we shared and it was driving me mad right until you decided to be an asshole. 

Do you remember when I told you, drunk on tequila, that I would sleep with you if I wasn’t literally working and living with you and your brother? That wasn’t a lie. My sober thoughts turned into slurred words of desperation and nothing but the truth. It wasn't your body I wanted – my soul was craving yours. I was secretly lonely (and horny) and you kept me company. I wanted you all for myself. Every part of you. I dedicated so many songs to you, imagined what it would feel to kiss you, touch you. What it would be like to get out of this life and not worry about dying every day for a change. I imagined so many things and yet here we are. We became strangers again. My heart breaks as I write this, knowing damn well we're just two lost souls that met at the wrong time; wrong fuckin’ universe. Your absence is painful. Your silence stings. Say what you want, lie to my face if you want but I know you felt it too. You cannot hide a connection like that, you just can't. Something like that you cannot subside; it's too human, too real. Even your brother agrees. 

Don't ponder too much over me falling for you, because it's simple. That's my baggage to carry and I can carry it by myself just fine. You can help if you want but it’s not necessary. 

My point with this is: if we are meant to be in each other's lives – we will be. But, if not; I hope I meet you in another life. Hell, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to that. 

Sincerely,

The girl you call sweetheart every once in a while and secretly make her blush.

[drbased]

JKR's racism/racial insensitivity/cultural ignorance isn't particularly special, unique or evil - it's literally just the product of an average white person of her generation. That's not to say that her racism is good, but rather this attempt to frame her as especially problematic is really tiring. White people will criticise 'Cho Chang', safely in the knowledge that their short stories where the main character's spirit animal is a kitsune and the villain has yellow eyes will never be made public.

In my lifetime, I have witnessed a cultural shift. Historically, there was this understanding in mainstream circles that your morals and your politics were kinda separate. But as the internet shifted the conversation, sympathies were extended to oppressed peoples, and it gradually became understood that in order to be a good person, you have to do things like 'not be racist' and 'not be homophobic' etc. Suddenly, everything that was considered a harmless joke was now 'under attack'. Consequently, there was a near-immediate backlash from conservative groups who wanted to preserve the social norms that meant they never had to consider politics in their actions. The conservative understanding is that 'good morals' means a good character - hard working, not complaining, good social etiquette, well-dressed, well-groomed, amenable, patriotic, 'stiff upper lip', not making a fuss, respecting your elders etc. etc. Now, they can't enjoy a good bit of bum-pinching, or laughing at a fake chinese accent anymore. Those things have now been included in a cultural understanding of what compassion is, and they don't like it. They find another way to distance it from 'real morals and good character', by using 'political correctness' as a way to make these new considerations sound cold and heartless, and 'social justice warrior' became a way to make the proponents of these social changes into over-zealous loonies, in the same vein as 'feminazis'.

I strongly believe the social changes towards anti-racism etc. are for the better, and since I joined the 'SJW' circles on tumblr years ago, I have found it heartening to see how much more consideration and compassion can be found in even the most basic of mainstream media.

These cultural changes were spearheaded by people who were already activists, and the conversations were taking place by well-meaning people, the majority of whom were already adults. There was a bit of jostling for where we should draw the line of acceptability (for example, terms such as 'stupid' and 'crazy' ended up being considered acceptable, since they were considered sufficiently separate from their origins as ableist slurs, and too widespread to reasonably remove from the average person's vocabiulary - a conversation that has fizzled out even though I would argue it still needs to be had), and these arguments were not always the most mature, but ultimately a consensus seemed to be reached on who gets to say what, and why.

Over time, however, I have watched the degradation of the initial concepts and I believe it's because of 1. a growing nihilism developed by over-exposure to world issues via the internet, compounded by the collective response to the 2016 electon result and 2. that movements are always influenced by the loudest voices - and often the ones who are willing to speak the loudest are the young people. When I first joined the internet, I was 12, and there were plenty of spaces for young people back then, but none of these spaces were particularly political. The increase in popularity of all-ages, all-demographic social media spaces meant that young people were being introduced to political concepts way beyond their understanding. I was only just 19 when I joined tumblr, and I was ready to clumsily absorb a lot of new ideas - but these days, most people are joining tumblr, twitter, tiktok and beyond as teenagers, some of them perhaps literal children. Unfortunately that means that this delicate balance of rightly criticising people for holding and perpetuating racist, misogynistic, homophobic, ableist etc. beliefs has rapidly degraded into a hyper-individualistic hellscape where what a person says/does is only used against them if they're already a public scapegoat. The overly zealous mentality of the fandom shipping war, where some ships are Evil and some are Pure has spilled out into real-world political discussions. Of course, that's not to say that this wasn't happening at the time - you had to sift through a lot of garbage - but ultimately the people at the core of The Discourse, who were leading the charge of cultural change, were adults with real political chops.

All of this is to say that there's a real irony in how The Discourse has shifted since I first came across it in 2011. The original 'SJW' understanding was that everyone in an oppressor class will say and do and think things that lie on a spectrum of 'problematic' to 'evil' - nobody is safe, everything we do is worth criticism, and it is not the oppressed person's job to coddle you and tell you that you're *actually* a good person when you continue to perpetuate real-world harm. If punching someone in the face means you're an asshole, then so does saying that women belong in the kitchen. The harm in the latter example may be less immediate than the harm in the former, but we're not children anymore, and we should be able to recognise that harm is still caused. Now, however, that aspect of 'check your privilege' is becoming increasingly muddied. There seems to be a collective cultural understanding that now, since we don't see yellowface or 'objectified women' in media anymore, the conversation is Closed, we've Solved Racism and Sexism and Homophobia and Ableism and so on. The treatment of JKR's writing and behaviour as a unique kind of evil akin to nazi dogwhistles is proof positive that people have latched onto this idea that they can 'cancel' women using all the well-meaning ideological rhetoric introduced by the previously hated 'SJWs' (often to protect women as an oppressed group!). The party line of the neo-SJW is that white women are the people that may not technically be the least oppressed, but they're the group that think they're way more oppressed than they are, and therefore deserve to be held to militantly high standards and mocked brutally when they get too out of line. In doing so they have accidentally outed themselves as not subscribing to their own beliefs; it is patently obvious that JKR's racism is nothing special or deliberate or insidious. That doesn't mean anyone has to like her, but the fact that she is clearly being singled out when no other white person (*cough* man *cough*) is.

It's been said before that white people have latched onto gender identity as a way to 'opt out' of being recognised as part of an oppressor class. Now, when we look at statistics about trans people, it's all 'trans man' and 'black trans woman'. Whiteness goes back to be omitted, invisible and assumed, with the 'trans' label being the primary descriptor of what 'type' this person is, obfuscating their relationship with white supremacy and allowing them to present themselves as Oppressed - the Most Oppressed, even. The cultural discourse has pivoted hard and fast to transgenderism, precisely because it diverts the conversation away from real-world oppression and towards easy things like language and indentity. The former makes oppressor classes uncomfortable and implies if not outright demands actionable structural change; the latter means people get to signal 'support' by putting their pronouns in bio and chanting some easy phrases. You get to put yourself on the right side of history by being trans positive, which means you never have to think too much about the other axes of oppression you may lie on. I have seen in my personal life people with centrist views, apolitical people and incels alike will all be supportive of trans people whilst not knowing or caring about any other leftist cause. The cultural discourse needed a conclusion - if 'being a good person means having good politics' is now the cultural expectation, then your average, apolitical normie needed something to signal that they're a good person without any meaninful change in their actual politics. Transgenderism was the easy pick. Mansplaining still gets to be a cultural joke whilst attack helicopter jokes are seen as a cringe product of the ignorant past. People who don't know what gender is (including trans people themselves!) loudly proclaim the support for transgender people's bravery. And people (women) who dissent are the easy scapegoat - bonus points if they're white, because then you get to pay lipservice to the discourse you are deliberately bastardising and cherry-picking from, thus the collective anxieties over actual societal change can be soothed.

[iamafanofcartoons]

Ah, c'mon. Female characters are only ever hated when they're poorly written. If they were male, they'd be just as hated. Calling anybody sexist is such a reach.

I mean, you really think that the likes of Team RWBY would be more liked if they were guys? Qrow? Ironwood? Got any solid examples? All I see from you lot is a bunch of accusations and hypotheticals.

C'mon. The FNDM's maddening but real bigots are few and far between.

Let me give you three examples of sexism from the RWBY Critics. And let me remind you that both men and women can be misogynists. The Republican Party of the USA is sure proof of that.

Now that we have the proof of RWBY Critics being nasty sexists out of the way. Let me go over Yang Xiao Long, since most straightshippers and rwby bashers love to hate on Yang.

Critics gnoring the fact that she losed a arm, got PTSD for like 3 volumes, saving the world from a immortal being. Edit: She's just not 24 hours all happy girl anymore like in the volumes 1-3….nobody is anymore after everything that happened. Because taking world ending stakes seriously, and not constantly being quippy doesn’t mean that someone is no longer fun. No, no, don't look at Yang pranking Nora during their arm wrestling match, making jokes about getting reward money for Weiss, or doing stunts on a hover bike. Giggling about Adrian? Pranking Penny with her arm? Joking about crashing the Schnee Party? RWBY Critics: Yang is no longer fun, she’s a Karen! Basically, critics have to ignore/forget/deny ANYTHING that disagrees with their negative views of women. If these people can't even understand a character after showing all his background, trauma and way of thinking, imagining understanding a real person you know nothing about. But seriously, things are less fun in general. Like, yeah V1-3 were school fun-times where the characters weren't even aware of the world ending threat working behind the scenes. Now they are, and they're trying to stop it, things are going to be less fun. Want an example of how Critics pretend to be blind and deaf? Adam Taurus: Introduced trying to blow up a train of passengers. Blake Belladonna: Introduced trying to stop him, and then joins Beacon, hoping to change the system from within. Volume 2: Adam literally tells Cinder that he finds his followers expendable. Blake is opening up to Yang and becomes more and more happy. RWBY Critics: Blake manipulated Adam, Blake is the reason Adam is evil, Blake should have saved Adam, Adam should have killed Blake. Yeah, I’d call that sexism. Let’s cover Robyn Hill

I’ve got some memes just for this But somehow Robyn is an evil terrorist? And Ironwood is somehow the savior? Ironwood, who constantly demands trust and talks about making difficult decisions while : A) repeatedly forbidding penny to have any friends and having her as a project done behind everyone’s back? B) Holding more government power than any other Council Member, and forbidding anyone not part of his military from being allowed to defend themselves or carry weapons (volume 7 chapter 2, clover ignoring Qrow’s license) C) Going behind Ozpin’s back to get the council to fire him for not giving James what he wants? D) Threatening Jacques and telling him to get on James’ good side while declaring closed borders WITHOUT the council’s permission? Threatening a civilian while declaring HIMSELF the council? E) That mech was put in Argus WITHOUT the people’s awareness or permission. Ironwood then installed a racist megalomaniac because she was fanatically loyal to him.  But any woman standing against is immediately considered a war criminal? So yeah, the hatedom? Is misogynistic.  I keep seeing men and women talking about how they want the female characters in RWBY to suffer. I keep seeing them throw slurs at fictional characters and towards the writers. If you don’t have anything respectful to say about the show unless it involves pushing cis white male OC/MC fanfics and talking about how your ideas are superior? Or you wanna talk about porn? Then you have nothing to contribute but Hatred, and you shouldn’t contribute at all.

[hellhound5925]

Alright so here is something a little different for you all! I hope you like it! Please let me know!

I’m writing a new Fic under the same name as my Captain Rex one but this time it’s a Bad Batch version. If it goes well I will keep writing it. Let me know what you think!

Cyare Verd *Beloved Warrior* Bad Batch edition

Chapter One

Honestly.....this is quite literally the last place I want to be. One time, and I mean one time Cid THOUGHT she was doing me a favor and I owed her. The only thing Cid did for me was get me a job. I happened to be one of the 'lucky' ones - if you can even call it that - when the Empire bombed Mandalore. Needing the money, I guess Cid thought a favor meant throwing my life on the line for her benefit, while paying me enough to put fuel in my ship and replenish SOME rations. Cid was never my favorite, but we do what we have to do. I have a skill set she wanted and she had something I wanted.

Out of the blue she calls saying she's got a job that needs my help. I said no naturally, but then she reminded me I 'owe' her. I know damn well I could storm in there and take her and her mercs out myself...however, she does pay and I wouldn't mind some dirty work. "Fine....I'll be there in 2 rotations", "You'd better be quicker than that, I haven't got all day", the woman makes my blood boil..... "Alright, alright, Udessi (Calm down), I'll be there by morning". I end the link before she can say anything else. I really have no interest in conversations further with her.

I ready my ship (a Kom'rk class fighter also known as the Gaunlet star fighter) or the jump to hyper space. The only reason why I told her 2 days was to get under her skin. We both know I could be there as soon as I want but honestly? I love butting heads with her. I swear if this mission doesn't pay well or pan out, I'll ruin her...

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Having spent an unfortunate amount of time at CID's before I was used to the ships coming to and from Ord Mantell. However, this time there was one I did not recognize. It looked to be an Omicron-class attack shuttle but it was definitely modified. I land my ship next to it, and head over to admire it.

I take a walk around the hull of the modified Omicron, stopping at the front to use my HUD to scan it. Standing with my hands on my hips I let out an impressed hum. "Not bad. Looks like someone did all the work themselves. Quite impressive" I say flipping my range finder back up.

"That would be because I did it" Says a voice behind me. I spin around, drawing my dual Westar-35 blasters aiming them at the source. I'm met with an individual in black and red plastoid, datapad in hand, "I'm of no harm to you" he says putting up the visor to reveal goggles. His big bright brown eyes give me a once over, "Mandalorian. It's a wonder there are any left after-". I cut him off with a loud sigh and reholster my blasters before storming off toward Cid's. I immediately start to feel bad for the poor guy. My reaction was not really called for, but the loss of my home...of Mandalore, is still raw. The open wound, being pressed by a stranger who likely has no idea what's it's like was rather irritating to me.

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Cid's Parlor is loud and crowded - as usual. I made my way to the bar where the blue Twi-lek bartender who I haven't seen in ages immediately recognized me. "Long time no see. I was starting to think you wised up" she joked. Poor girl always listened to me complain, but I'm probably the only person here who has ever shown her any sort of kindness. "Unfortunately I'm a little low on rations to be wise" I laugh. A rather large, obnoxious man comes over to me "Wow, that must be real Beskar.......Wonder what kind of price someone would pay for th-th-that...." He slurs a little at the end. I eject my vibro blade from my vambrace and press it to his neck "Try to take it from me and I'll find out how much someone will pay for your head" My words laces with venom. The bar tender laughs and slides a shot across the bar at me. I let go of the man who was rather caught off guard. Some of the other patrons at the bar are starting but I could careless. People usually stare when they see 'one of my kind'. "Don't mess with Mandalorians" someone says across the bar. I glance down and see another group of men in black and red plastoid - must be the poor guy from earlier is with them.

I slide my helmet off, letting my blonde hair fall. Placing my helmet on the bar top, I take the shot. The bartender nods over my shoulder and I sign knowing what's coming. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes" Cid says throwing an arm over me like we are old pals. I roll my eyes "I'm not here because I want to be. Lets get on with it" I grumble. "No 'Hi Cid, how are you?'" She asks. "Nar'sheb (shove it)" I say with a polite smile on my face. She has no idea what I said to her but there's a snicker from someone close by.

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"You know some day that attitude of yours is going to get you in trouble" Cid scolds me. "I'm not here to discuss my 'attitude'. What's the mission?", Cid stands behind her desk and crosses her arms "Fine, I need you to help out a group of fine gentlemen." She starts to explain. At this point I'm losing my patience "I work alone". "Not this time, look I'm sorry about the last job alright? You needed the credits, I had a job, but this time will be different I swear. These guys could really use someone with your skills. Dooku's private stash is being relocated by the empire and I want you to help them get as much as possible". The fact that she said Empire had my attention and attitude immediately shifts. "I thought you might like getting back at them and I promise I'll give you 20%" she continues noticing my mood lighten. "35 and it's a deal" I counter back. "Hey! I gotta pay those other guys too. I feel I'm being quite generous", "Fine 20%, Now who are these guys?", "They call themselves the Bad Batch. Wait here I'll go get them" and with that she heads out the door.

I set my helmet on her desk and lean against one of the book cases lining the wall. I fiddle with my gloves and my vambrace until the door opens. Cid, followed by 4 men - one of which was the guy from the landing zone - and a kid? Each of the men remove their helmets to reveal their faces. Clones? I stand up straight and rest my hands on my blasters. “Take it easy there Mando these are the good guys” Cid rolls her eyes after seeing my body language. The kid strolls over to me - clearly not intimidated at all - and sticks out her hand “Hi, Im Omega”. I quirk a brow at her before offering my hand, “This is the part you tell me your name” whispers Omega. “Right, Ni ceta (sorry). I’m Raven” I finally tell her. Her boldness takes me by surprise. I like this kid. Omega looks at the others who are standing there in silence. She nods my direction, and the largest one of the 4 pushes past, “I’m Wrecker! I like to blow stuff up!” He says very loudly. I shake his hand which compared to my hand - even with gloves on - looks like it could crush mine. “Wrecker, I feel that last part was not necessary” says the one from earlier - still holding a datapad. “I’m Tech by the way. We met briefly earlier” he continues. “Look I’m sorry about-“ I start before he cuts me off. “No need, it was rather insensitive of me to speak to you that way”. This causes the other two - one with a skull tattoo on half his face and the other with a socket for an arm. “So that modified Omicron is yours then?” I ask causing the one with the tattoo to now look at me. “Actually it’s my ship, the Marauder. I’m their Sargent, well was their Sargent and this is Echo.” Echo waves at me with his socket arm and a soft smile. I nod, “Look, no offense but whatever this mission is I can promise it’s dangerous. I don’t really feel like bringing a kid along with us is going to be a great idea” I say gesturing to Omega. “Hey! I go on plenty missions!” She protests. “Look, Omega. I like your spirit I do, but your a kid. I’m not going to let something happen to a kid” I explain to her. “She goes with us” Hunter says in a gruff voice, putting his foot down. I can see a little of myself in the way Omega is looking at me. She seems like a smart kid but I’ve seen enough damage the Empire has done, I’d hate to see this kid caught in the middle. I choose to say nothing and shake my head. “Let’s get on with it, shall we?” I ask grabbing my buy’ce (helmet) and sliding it over my head. With that, we all head out to the ships.

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When I start heading towards my ship, I hear someone call out to me “wouldn’t it just be easier if we all rode together?” Omega asks. I stop and turn around “How do I know you won’t leave me behind?” I ask. I don’t really trust these guys. I mean how could I? The clones - even though it was at Palpatines hand - were the reason the Republic fell and we are in this mess. These guys seem different but I don’t have a reason to trust them. Omega, almost like she is reading my thoughts says “you can trust us, we aren’t like the others”. The others. I scoff to myself. Without saying anything I head up the ramp to my ship, gather a few things, and come back out to see Omega standing where I left her. The rest of the group must have gone to their ship. “I knew you’d come around!” She about jumps for joy before leading me onto the Marauder.

Omega shows me to ‘her room’ and tells me I can leave my bag there. I’m a little hesitant at first but I don’t have any other options at the moment. The only things in this bag are a couple changes of regular cloths and some rations. I’ve not got much to lose that isn’t my beskar these days. She then gives me a brief tour of the ship, ending at the cockpit where Hunter and the rest are talking…about me. Well, I didn’t actually hear them say anything specific, but by their body language and the way Hunter stiffens before he even saw me told me everything I needed to know. I decide to speak up, “I know you don’t trust me and that’s fine. We don’t have a reason to trust each other but once this mission is over and I’m paid I’ll be gone. You won’t have to worry after that”. They all glance at one another except Hunter, he’s watching me. “That seems reasonable” Tech says very matter of factly.

Seeing that there are no more available seats, I sit on the floor leaning against the wall. “So what’s the plan?” I ask a sliding my buy’ce (helmet) off. “Get to Serenno and scout the area.” Hunter says without looking over at me. I sigh, “That’s not much of a plan but I can improvise.” I hear a clunk and look over to see a curious Omega with my buy’ce (helmet) - she almost dropped - in her hands. “Sorry” she says when she notices she’s been caught. The rest of the batch turns to see what she had done. Hunter frowns and looks as if he was about to scold her, I give him a look before turning to her. I smile “It’s alright, you can’t hurt it. It’s already got a lot of scratches on it”. This kid makes me soft and I don’t know why. I mean she is just a kid after all. She turns it over in her hands, “where did you get it?”. Before I can answer Tech is already explaining it, “Mandalorian armor is passed down through families. Sometimes it is even reforged for the wearer.” Omega looks to me to confirm the story and I nod. “Not many people know much about my people, how is it you know so much?” I asked Tech. Wrecker lets out a loud sigh “ughhh you had to ask…” Tech gives him a looks “You see, I spend much of my time doing research and as you may know we are clones of Jango Fetts.”, “Yeah but you guys don’t look like the others” I point out. “We are….well….different. Each of us had a unique genetic modification. Wrecker is brute strength, Hunter had enhances senses, I have high intelligence, and Crosshair-“, “He’s with the Empire now” barks Hunter, interrupting Tech. “What about you?” I asked Echo. He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, “I was originally with the 501st under General Skywalker. There was an accident and I was blonde up, capture by the techno union and they made me mostly machine”. Hearing his story pulls at my softer side, “Ni ceta (I’m sorry)” I say to him. He gives me a soft smile.

“Woah” Omega interrupts the mood - thank Maker. She’s got my buy’ce (helmet) over her head, which quite honestly is kinda funny. It’s definitely too big for her. “This tech is outdated. You know, Tech could make some upgrades to this if you wanted” her voice sounds kind of funny through the modulator. I mull it over for a second, “We’ll see kid” I laugh at the image of her tiny frame with the giant buy’ce (helmet) on. I notice Hunter is watching the exchange between her and I out of the corner of my eye. I can tell by her silence she is playing with the HUD. “So how do you know Cid?” Omega asks. “You’re quite the curious one aren’t you?” I point out. She giggles and shrugs - still wearing my buy’ce. I sigh sadly, “After…..Let’s just say I was in a rough patch and needed some credits. Now I prefer to bounty hunt, but I refuse to work for the Empire”. Maker why am I spilling my guts to this girl? She’s a kid. This is probably the most I’ve ever talked about myself to anyone other than Cid. Which I know now was a mistake. Omega - reading the room - slides off my buy’ce and sadly looks at me, “Something bad happened didn’t it?”, I sigh again “I’d rather not get into it”. Hunter turns back around in his seat facing the front window. I glance over his direction this time. “What’s his deal?” I ask Omega. She looks fondly his way, “He’s really protective of me, of us really. He’s my family”. “Hold on to that kid. It’s special” I say to her. She looks at me with a smile.

I decide to lean my head back against the wall and close my eyes for a moment. I feel someone approach and a tiny head lay in my lap. I glance down to see Omega curling up to me, with my helmet still in her arms. She trusts too easily. Some day that might hurt her….like it did me….the only difference is, she’s got them and I had no one. Let’s just hope that’s enough.

Next Chapter

***A/N***

Thanks for reading! This is a little different than my last Fic but I thought I’d throw something else out there. I didn’t find a whole lot of Hunter Fics and definitely not one with a Mandalorian OC or reader so I figured I’d give it a shot. Let me know what you think!

[arwenlalaith]

The Thing That Wrecks You

Ship: Alex Blake/Emily Prentiss

Summary: Tag to 200. Alex knows better than to let Emily into her heart a second time.

Word Count: 1438

Emily was drunk.

Well, maybe not drunk, per se...but she had been drinking for most of the night. Which is why Alex had volunteered to stay and drive her to her hotel.

"Are you sure?" JJ asked, still wrapped tightly in Will's arms. Her gaze kept drifting over to Emily where she was swaying slightly, even as she used the pool cue to balance while she waited for Derek to finish his turn. "I know you two have history – we could call her a cab or Will and I can..."

Alex shook her head, glancing over her shoulder at Emily as well. "It's fine," she insisted, "We're both mature adults, we can handle one car ride...especially if one of us is drunk off their ass."

JJ was obviously unconvinced.

"Go home with your husband, JJ," Alex said. She attempted a smile that really didn't feel all that convincing either, thankful when JJ didn't comment on that fact.

"Where are we going?" Emily asked, speech slurred as she stared out the car window, forehead leaned against the cold glass.

"Home."

"Home?" Emily repeated, somewhere between curious and confused.

Alex sighed, glanced over at her. "I don't trust that you won't choke on your own vomit and asphyxiate in the night," she explained, "So, I'm bringing you home with me."

"Oh." A beat. "Oh..." She grinned, waggled her brows mischievously.

She didn't need to say anything for Alex to know exactly what she was thinking. They'd known each other long enough that words were rarely needed. "Don't get any bright ideas, Emily. We're not going to sleep together tonight."

"Are you sure?" Emily asked, perhaps a little cocksure in her drunkenness.

Rolling her eyes, Alex managed to remain remarkably calm as she chided, "Enough, Emily."

Under her breath, Emily muttered, "You used to be more fun..."

"More fun?" Alex scoffed, shook her head. "Maybe I was more fun...before the woman I loved – the mother of my son – left me. Not to mention faked her own death and moved an ocean away without even bothering to tell me!" Her voice became louder and increasingly agitated as she spoke until she was nearly shouting.

That seemed to sufficiently appeal to Emily's guilty conscience and she immediately clammed up, no longer in a playful mood.

It was too late, though. Alex had already started in on her rant and there was no stopping it now that she'd begun. "You do not get to lecture me anymore. You gave up that right a long time ago. I think I've been more than flexible tonight, put up with more than my fair share of aggravation. And it was for the sake of saving JJ, so I said nothing, did nothing. But you don't get to sit here and act like the victim in all this."

"'Victim'," Emily repeated dubiously, "God, you're dramatic."

That was clearly the wrong thing to say. "You can fuck right off, Emily. I'm looking after you out of the goodness of my heart, because I thought we could both be mature adults about this and put the past aside for one night, but if that's too hard..."

"No one asked you to do that!" Emily snapped.

"You're joking, right?" Alex said, obviously unamused. "Everyone asked me to. Literally every single person on the team seemed to think that seeing me again would be hard for you, asked me to treat you with kid gloves and I wanted to laugh because they all seemed to know something I didn't – they all seemed to think you still carry a torch for me. And much as I wanted to believe that might be true, I figured it couldn't possibly be...afterall, you're the one who left."

Silence followed as Emily seemed to digest the fact that the entire team seemed to know far more than she'd ever wanted them to see.

Alex continued on undeterred, "Maybe if you weren't drunk and belligerent, we could have had a real conversation about us, but that's clearly not about to happen now, so I'll just grin and bear it – as usual – and nurse you back to sobriety and then pretend like nothing ever happened when I wake up and you're gone to catch a plane back across the ocean without so much as a 'thank you' or even a 'goodbye'."

Emily said nothing. She would have liked to argue, to insist that Alex was overreacting and over-dramatic, but knew that Alex was completely just in her accusations. She would have liked to apologize for all the ways she'd hurt her over the years, but knew that Alex was in no mood to hear apologies. She'd never been all that good at apologies anyway.

She sighed sadly, rested her forehead against the window once again rather than say anything else that might risk another verbal evisceration. She could feel Alex's gaze on her, though, and knew that the conversation had not finished.

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Emily clutched the pillow to her chest while she watched Alex make up the bed in the spare room, too drunk to be of any real assistance, and it struck her in that moment as odd that the one person who quite possibly knew her better than anyone else in the world, the person who was still, after everything, taking care of her could manage to contain the dichotomy that was still being in love with her while also being barely able to stand the sight of her.

"Why?" she blurted out before she'd even begun the thought process of initiating speech.

"Why what?" Alex asked on a sigh as she smoothed out the top sheet, not even bothering to spare Emily a glance.

Emily shook her head a moment, tongue flicking out over her lip. "Why didn't we work together?"

Alex finally did look at her then, expression something approaching exasperation. "You tell me, given that you're the one who left," she snapped. Which Emily had to concede was fair, she deserved that.

"I didn't leave because of you," she said in a voice that was uncharacteristically meek. "It was never about you."

"You'll have to excuse me if that fails to be of any comfort to me," Alex said dryly. "Because it sure felt really fucking personal when I came home to find all your things gone with only a note to provide any sort of explanation. A note, Emily! You didn't even have the basic decency to tell me to my face that you were leaving!"

Cheeks flushing faintly under the intensity of Alex's anger, Emily mumbled, "I tried, but..."

She shook her head furiously, crossing her arms firmly over her chest. "I deserved better than the way you left. After everything we'd been through together, I deserved more."

"I get that..." Emily started to respond.

Alex didn't give her the chance to finish. "I don't think that you do, Emily! Because it's been almost ten years and we're still exactly where we were before. Nothing has changed and you have the audacity to ask me why we're not still together!? Maybe it's time you looked in a mirror..."

It wasn't what she'd wanted to hear – not that she was all that clear on what kind of answer she'd anticipated – but it left her very little room to argue, as nothing she'd said thus far was untrue.

"Do you want the truth, Emily?" Alex asked. Without giving her time to provide an answer either way, she continued, "The truth is that I do love you; I probably always will. And if I thought that things might be different if I took you back, I probably would do so in a heartbeat.

"That's the thing, though... I don't think you've changed. I've done a lot of work on myself to get to a point where I don't hate you, a point where I could actually see myself being friends with you and I respect us both too much to throw away that progress. But more importantly, I respect myself too much to put myself back in a situation I know is toxic."

Emily nodded slowly, looking very close to tears but refusing to let them fall.

With a sigh, Alex settled on the edge of the bed, absently playing with a loose thread on the comforter. She patted the bed beside her in a silent signal that Emily join her. When Emily settled next to her, Alex surprised both of them by wrapping an arm around her shoulders, leaning in so her temple pressed against Emily's.

"I will always always love you, Emily," she confessed, "But we're just too different to be together anymore."

[socrateslasgalen]

Something went really wrong with me trying to respond to an ask based on this post and then my phone combusted so I hope the anon that sent the ask sees this. Apparently you can't reply to a same ask twice.

The idea of my post was that the issue can be solved by blocking tags and creators that make you uncomfortable. It's totally fine to take steps to create an environment that is comfortable for you and doesn't trigger you in any way. Logically, this can not be done without a proper tagging habit. To be able to filter your feed you would need for others to tag their work correctly. It is a creator's responsibility to tag things correctly and it's a viewers responsibility to create a safe environment for themselves and engage with those tags.

That's what "Dead dove: do not eat" was created for. To warn people that the tags attached to a post or fanfic are real and serious because sometimes people don't take them serious. If a work is tagged correctly, and you still read it knowing it will trigger you, you're the one to blame.

About things that harm or do not harm people and your take on racist memes and lolicon. Lolicon is different from racism in the ways it is problematic. Racism is discrimination that includes hateful messages and hateful content, aimed at a specific group of people. It may harm a person's emotions. Lolicon, as controversial as it is, doesn't harm anyone's feelings or emotions, despite depicting a harmful act. It's not hateful in it's nature so I wouldn't say you can compare the two.

By the way, even racist memes aren't as one-dimensional as they might seem. Just like slurs can be used by the people who they are aimed at, hateful memes can be created by people who they are concerning. As a Jew with a dark sense of humor I constantly make jokes about Jewish stereotypes and as rough as they are they help me deal with real antisemitism that I face sometimes.

I hope the person who sent the original ask somehow sees this because I am always open to discourse (and their ask was very respectful and polite which I greatly appreciate).

Repeat after me:

It is OKAY to have content preferences and to be uncomfortable with certain ships or topics, controversial or not. It is OKAY to distance yourself from such content and block certain tags or creators.

It is NOT OKAY to actively hate and harass real people for creating content of fictional characters that features things that make you uncomfortable.

[thelemmallama]

free speech

i come from a privileged background. when you say neo-nazis, i don't think hate crimes, doxxing and death threats; i think edgy kids memeing on 4chan. probably someone raised by white liberal parents; born in an era where they see everyone advocating for minorities, but are never really shown in any meaningful sense why such advocacy was still needed. where they see others who question this being shut down, and dismissed as terrible people. kids who are drawn to the lure of the forbidden, those who dare to speak the words that resonate with their own experiences in a world that makes them feel like they're mad or bad for feeling that way. they didn't really hate minorities; joking about it was just an act of rebellion, a cathartic release from a world that stifles their questioning and does not respect them as thinking beings who can be trusted with difficult ideas

but for those who actually experienced persecution, when they hear neo-nazis, they think hate crimes, doxxing and death threats. that's why they're so adamant about shutting them down. because they are still very much a real threat, even if people like me don't see any of it. i try to believe people and not invalidate their experiences or call them liars, but i was incredulous about the possibility that anyone would seriously behave that way in this day and age as a matter of fact it was seeing how people treat non-offending pedophiles that woke me up to this possibility. i saw harrassment, doxxing and death threats towards a group that didn't intrinsically harm anyone, but was believed to do so - but it also felt believable, like something i could fall into myself. that's how it all fell into place; i've seen that same purity-based logic motivating hate towards adjacent groups like pocd sufferers and those who engage with gross fictional material, and it suddenly feels all too believable that this kind of thinking, stretched even further, could lead to such hateful actions against other groups as well

i think it's possible to have a world where the resentful, privileged kid is free to explore their beliefs in a judgment-free space, while simultaneously protecting minorities from such destructive acts of hate. we have tools to determine if a person is really trying to discuss an idea in good faith with the goal of reaching an understanding, or if they just want to hurt people. they're called content warnings. someone sending a death threat or rape threat would not preface their threat with 'content warning: death threat' or 'content warning: rape threat'. no-one shouting transphobic slurs would preface that with 'content warning: transphobia'. their target would simply click away, which defeats the whole purpose of saying the thing in the first place; to hurt them. similarly, someone espousing racist ideology would not preface their speech with 'content warning: race realism' or 'content warning: i talk about ideas that could be considered racist in a positive/neutral light', if they goal was to harm. but they might, if their goal was understanding. and if they're not entitled jerks who think you exist to educate them, they'll respect your choice to click away.

it's not the people to dare to explore immoral ideas, that we should worry about. feeling gross about the possibility that someone you associate with might be entertaining bigoted thoughts; that's just another form of purity-based thinking. it's the people who push boundaries; who always try to get away with saying more and more hurtful thing in the open, where people don't have a choice but to hear. the people who shame you for enforcing boundaries and asking them to give a warning so people can choose to leave, by saying you're narrow-minded, you just want to stay in your echo chamber or you're trying to stifle their free speech. those people are the real danger.

[dianight]

Kinda weird train of thought, but I used to wonder why people put pronouns on their profile/bio on any social media. Why some people will directly antagonize(?) bigots and such (X don’t interact, X not welcome).

It seemed like you do your own thing and you should be fine, right? Why bring attention to the fact that you DON’T want these people bothering you specifically, right?

But I’ve come to realize that many some people will have questionable beliefs (views(?)) but otherwise won’t think themselves alluded.

On a friend’s stream, she gets a few views and we hang out and talk about random things (usually video games), I’ve had to ban a few people here and there that were either completely surprised or outraged that they were getting banned.

There was this one kid that got warned a couple times for saying typical racist shit about anime. Calling anime degenerate, the usual “I only ever watch shonen and ecchi shows so I think that’s what all anime are like” and just “joking” around. He got banned and didn’t even understand why despite explaining it twice.

It doesn’t matter that it was a joke. It doesn’t matter that he meant “nothing bad about it”. He was asked to stop, doubled down on it “not being a real problem” and my patience ran thin.

This one other person got asked to stop calling my friend “sir”. Then went for “bro”. Made my friend very mad. This person got defensive, I’m sure you’ve seen it before: “bro is gender neutral”, “I didn’t mean anything bad”, “I call everyone bro”. Right click -> Ban.

My friend will title her streams with whatever she’s doing and put (paraphrasing) “transphobes leave me alone” at the end.

Again, a while ago I truly thought that was pointless. She will get random idiots joining in, thinking that there is a debate to be had about whether my friend is a woman or not and they are invited.

Thankfully they out themselves easily so we get rid of them quickly.

But what it has shown me is the total lack of respect that women suffer on streaming platforms in particular and social media in general. Like a woman playing video games is going to get weirdos asking the most intrusive questions ever. And it is somehow expected that you just ignore it.

There is more that I would elaborate on.

Like how this one (relative) famous cis dude that dresses feminine and gets tons of (mostly positive) attention just has to say “oh I just like dressing like this” and that’s it. Best case he’s considered an ally (no idea about him, just going by a couple things I’ve seen) and at worst he’ll get called an egg. [I am aware that there are worse things he gets called, we are ignoring slurs and such, since it doesn’t seem to be a big problem for him]

But there are lots of women that if they ever get attention it will be mostly negative. Something about their looks, their voice, their transition (or lack thereof), you know the drill. I’ve seen it mentioned briefly before, but I’m not in the mood to elaborate more now and there’s others out there more eloquent than me.

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My parents and a number of otherwise trying-to-be-respectful-of-trans-people people in my life would have had an easier time grasping my existence if I'd been binary trans, including my ex who is a trans woman and was constantly trying to push me toward being a trans man for some reason when I'm not.

I've met and seen a fair few people who can wrap their head around people changing between the accepted existing two genders, but identifying as anything else is a step too far and now this "whole gender thing is getting out of control."

I've seen someone arguing/'joking' that nonbinary is "just making a new binary because now you're either binary or nonbinary and doesn't that seem contradictory to you?"

There's a whole thing around creating a new slur for us called 'theyfab' that some other trans people made and do use to both complain about us not 'picking a lane' and insinuate that every one of us is definitely afab (of course amab nobinary people do not exist, fuck them apparently) because they see nonbinary people as solely cis girls thinking trans is a trend but are too cowardly to 'do it properly' because heaven forbid people have a process changing after a lifetime of trying to force yourself into one box because even when you learned trans people existed, the opposite gender wasn't how you identified so then the idea you might still not be cis took longer to sink in and even longer to build up the courage to implement if you could even figure out in detail what it meant to you at all because you didn't have existing societal 'templates' to try on and adjust to suit you, you just had to leap into the void.

We have to constantly justify to other trans people that we're not just "cis people who are gnc" and dealing with other trans people saying "can you please get your hands off the trans community because you don't belong here and are co-opting the movement from 'real trans people."

Hell, sometimes people try to point out enbiphobia is a thing and we'd like to be seen and recognized, only to have the person told basically doing point number three in responding but instead of 'making a new binary' it's now "you see this is just gender trinary? You see how you're now making non-binary a third gender, right?"

You see how you're joining in on shutting down conversation nonbinary people start trying to reach out and be heard about a different type of experience being not-cis in ways even other trans people shit on us for...

...right?

Not gonna lie, I'm kind of disappointed to see the cool trans masc person I followed for educational content on complex trans experiences I wanted to learn about (who literally has a post talking about how 'appropriation trans' is bullshit) seemingly outright falling for transmedicalist and terf rhetoric meant to split us apart. You literally had a trans woman coming in missing the point to scream about the fact she's still the most oppressed out of all of us when that wasn't the point people were trying to make as far as I could tell.

Just tentatively trying to point out enbiphobia is a thing has everyone up in arms against us. This is what we get all the time when we try to talk about this. You look the same as her you're just going at it from a different angle because (I think?) you at least managed to understand those messages probably weren't meant to come across as "and therefore Nonbinary people are the most oppressed actually. Stand aside trans women." Props to you for that I guess.

EDIT:

Ok I'm happy to recognize I may have misunderstood your intent as much as I think people have misunderstood anon's intent (I personally do think they're not barking up the right tree but I think I can see what's causing their frustration and the not-right wording). However I would like you to recognize 'gender trinary' language doesn't sound great either in the face of people existing who do intend to erase us trying to tell us we've 'reinvented the binary lol' just by identifying as nonbinary.

I'm ok to try to learn more about trying to help us all come together and figure out all the new language we have to invent to express our unique experiences of the world and how I might also need to adjust my understanding of binary trans label experiences being more complex than society's understanding of the chosen label. Just got a nerve pressed with your own wording in reply initially. Sorry.

Exept binary trans women and trans men have binary privilege over NBs. There's a massive privilege with being in the Gender Binarity.

okay but you see how you're just creating a gender trinary right. like you see how you're just recreating "nonbinary is a third gender" rhetoric. right. tell me you understand

[moongumi]

⁀➷ ∵  ❝ why the fuck are you here? ❞

suna x fem!reader

⟶ cw. dickhead!suna, enemies, volleyball player!suna, college/uni!au, shit talking, drunk people, drinking, handjob, oral (m), voyeurism, public sex, sloppy seconds, unprotected sex, riding, ft. atsumu + more

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typically you wouldn't find yourself amongst these kinds of people. definitely not a large group of overly attractive college volleyball players. random girls gawked when they walked through the door.

your friend had to go and get herself a jock boyfriend from a different school and drag you with her. "you're my best friend you have to come, i'll be real sad if you don't." you'd rather be home watching random shows on your laptop and drinking than this, but at least there was alcohol–lots of it, the boys are also paying so win win.

you were daunting seeing a specific person. somehow even within this new friend group you're forced into, you've already made an enemy.

"what the fuck are you doing here?" his voice is quiet over the others singing to a random kpop song in the middle of the room. you hide in the leather seats at the back, darkly lit hoping no one would come and bother you as you chug cocktails.

you scoff, "the fuck are you, who invited you?"

"no, who invited you?" rintaro sneers, looking around as if you knew no one.

you rolled your eyes pointing at your bestfriend singing her heart out with osamu, "my bestfriend, it's her birthday? idiot." your words are slurred and messy. rin's face barely noticeable in the neon swirling lights that blinked and flashed across his face, his really pretty but annoying face.

"whatever." he sits himself next to you, having a drink. it seemed to be completely vodka, it stinks like it. but you can't even tell what colour it was, the room was covered in a sheen of rainbow. "your friend's party and you're not partying, very like yourself."

"shut up, i hate karaoke."

rin chuckles, "tsk, i can at least agree to that. but you look fucking miserable."

"that obvious?" you rolled your eyes, finishing off another drink. you weren't keeping count but picked up the tablet to continue to order more, maybe something in a big pint or jug.

rin had other ideas, he rips the tablet off you. tossing it over his leg to the other side. his thighs in those really tight cargos scrape your bare legs only covered by tights and a tight black skirt. "you've had enough."

"who the fuck are you to say that?"

rin runs a hand through his hair. shrugging. god, he annoys you. "at least don't fucking blackout on your friend's birthday."

you groaned loudly, throwing your head back. rin shifts his weight, somewhat trying to cover up his crotch from your view but it was beyond late. you noticed it already, you can see it very clearly.

you laughed. now at this distance you can see the hue in his cheeks darken. "why are you hard, rin."

"shut the fuck up." he hisses out your name, looking around as if anyone would hear. whoever was singing right now was practically shrieking, their voice could fucking cut glass.

his palm pushes the middle of his pants down. his eyes flicker towards yours. you lay comfortably in the large sofa. knees up to your chest, that skirt had risen all the way exposing your cheeks. your top had a boob window and fuck, he tries so hard to not stare.

the way you look at him, mocking, teasing him. fucking annoying yet so hot. the light flashes, he sees you bite your lip and smirk at him.

"only virgins get hard over a little moan like that." his face doesn't change when you say that. and it clicks. "you're fucking virgin–rintaro suna, my god, you're joking."

god, he wanted to choke you out, make you shut up. your plump lips echoing out your laughter, making his ears itch. his lips twitch and he reaches for your neck and grasps it.

his lips skim your ear, "shut up before i make you."

"what exactly are you threatening me with, rin. i enjoy a bit of choking when i'm being fucked if i'm honest." your drunk self just exposing your kinks right infront of him. his eyes widen, his cock twitches. fuck, what the fuck.

maybe it was because you were drunk that he was finding you hot. no, you were talking shit like always but, it felt different this time. his erection presses into your knee, bending it towards you more.

"rin." you teased, feeling some sort of way. maybe it was the power you had over him right now, it seemed like you could do whatever you wanted right now. you reach for his bulge, feeling the size. "oh, hefty boy, huh?"

"sh–shut, u-up." he chokes, taking his bottom lip between his teeth holding back his groans.

alcohol seemingly always made you horny. "take your pants off, let me see it."

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he's whiny, complaining a lot. even if your throat was choking on his cock. "holy fuck, you're a lot hotter when you can't talk."

"s–shut, your–fucking mouth," you mumble through breaths as you bobbed your head on his wet shaft.

his mouth parts, letting out breathy grunts as he lays over the couch with you between his legs. his head rests on the armrest. he's only got his pants half off, maybe he was worried someone would see but everyone was too drunk to even notice what was happening right behind them. to be fair, the table was covering what you were doing to him, anyone else could really only see rin's head and your ass in the air.

"you're lasting a while for a virgin." you admit, stroking his cock, feeling the ridge of his cockhead as you did whilst your lips took a break.

rin groans, his fingers threading into your scalp, "can you just keep going and shut your mouth again."

"rude," you grunt, lazily pumping him in annoyance.

rin picks up his head, noticing this. his fingers pull on the base of your hair making you look up at him, "please?"

you liked that, you've never heard it before. "sorry what? can't hear you, pretty boy."

he hisses, when you tighten your grip. his cock wet with precum and drool. "please, keep sucking me off."

"good boy."

it doesn't take long, he's louder now. gripping harder and begging for it. "hmfp, please, please–fuck, let me cum in your mouth, fuck."

you chuckle to yourself, flattening your tongue more and taking him deeper as a signal. he thrusts real hard, a few ruts and he busts his load down your throat. a lot of it.

you wipe the corner of your lips, "first time?"

"something like that." he zips his pants, tucking his lips between his teeth again. he can't meet your eyes.

you grab his cheeks in your hand, squeezing the red apples between your fingers, "cute. lots of cum, typical of a virgin."

"fuck you."

a slow clap is heard from behind and you snap your head towards it. atsumu sits in the corner box of the sofa, "i'm so fucking glad i saw the entire thing. you got your panties all wet, hm?"

you grin, turning towards him, "oh ops, help me out then, 'tsumu?"

atsumu's lips curled into a wide smile, so pretty. "fuck, yea, hop on."

if only you could see the look on rin's face right now. full of fucking jealousy. god he hates you. he hates how you made him feel since the first day he saw you. he hates how all the boys think you're cute. he hated you more knowing you've fucked some of them, before fucking him. he always wanted it to be him.

mostly he hated himself how he couldn't get the guts to just act like his friends, casually ask for sex like that. he hates being a virgin. he hates how they're so dominate with you yet he loved it when you were calling him cute, pretty and especially calling him a good boy. fuck.

he had to just sit there and watch his friend fuck you, his cock growing angrier the more you bounced on atsumu's thick cock–moaning out his name and kissing him. he fucks you so well, rin only hopes he could do the same if given the chance.

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"take a fucking reading comprehension class"

real nice.

and hey, I'll do you one better :)

yes. this is the moment aaron calls neil a slur. this is because its the first time aaron has had a moment alone with neil since his and andrews relationship has come to light.

"This is the scene that tells me more than anything that Andrew's happiness matters more to Aaron than his sexuality. The one where whatever beliefs he may or may not hold are moot because he wants to know if Neil is hurting Andrew."

odd. because later in the book, when Roland talks about andreils relationship aaron responds with this:

pretty bitter response to a suggested celebration of a relationship... especially a suggested celebration of a relationship where one of the members is someone who's happiness "more to Aaron than his sexuality."

he certainly doesn't sound as supportive as you want to believe he is.

also. evidently, his beliefs are not moot, even when trying to discover whether Neil is hurting his brother because he still has the idea of throwing a slur in with his accusation.

"Literally in the sentence right before that one, he threatens to kill Neil if he is doing half as much as Drake was. This is not a homophobe talking."

these things have no correlation. you can be homophobic AND threaten violence to someone you assume is a predator.

funny, you said in your tags that I lack nuance. and somehow, you believe these things are incompatible.

"In fact, the last time Aaron acted half as disgusted was when Nicky was coming on to Neil in the first book, and Neil was clearly uncomfortable about it. Even then, he literally tells Nicky to stop being creepy, and readers decided that it was in a homophobic way. Wouldn't it make more sense if it was Nickys over the top flirting with a Neil that had already said he didn't swing that bothered Aaron?"

This is only believable when separated from his use of a homophobic slur. When you know he is okay with saying things like that, it comes across more homophobic than anything.

Furthermore. Aaron doesn't act as uncomfortable with Nickys predatory behaviour as you like to suggest.

Now, I don't know about you. But if I saw someone acting predatory. And I was uncomfortable with it. Joking about that person planning to rape the other would certainly not be my response.

Furthermore. Aaron has the initiative to corner Neil to confront him about his worries, when he has only a suspicion (based on exactly NONE of neils behaviour) but when confronted with actual predatory behaviour right in front of him. what does he do? oh yeah. nothing.

this is because (shockingly! he isnt as good as you think) he gives absolutely zero shits about whether nicky is actually a predator.

"This scene where Neil punches Aaron is the first and only time Aaron makes a directly homophobic comment, and it is to see if Neil cares about his brother."

True! Only, you may be shocked to discover, using slurs, even if to provoke somebody to discover something, is still bigoted!!!

Again, I don't know you. But I would NEVER. and I mean NEVER. use a slur. against anyone!! for any reason!! cause it doesn't take a genuis to figure out that it's not okay. (and still bigoted.)

"And hey, do you know what he does immediately after that? He sees how much Neil cares and uses that as a bargaining chip to break his deal with Andrew, thereby getting proof that Andrew cares about Neil too."

[and then you have an extra little paragraph and a quote that I cba copy and pasting]

I don't really know what point you're trying to make here (cuz there isn't one.) but Aaron using their relationship for his own gain really does not suggest anything about his beliefs.

If with the whole "this was Aaron's plan all along" thing you're suggesting he called Neil a slur so he could date his girlfriend. Sure, I guess? doesn't change anything. Still bigoted.

"Whether or not Aaron is homophobic, you're free to read that however you want, this scene proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that Andrew comes before any stupid beliefs he may hold. And that for me, is the most important thing."

Again. The "it's not something to be proud of quote", very bitter for a guy who believes Andrew comes first before his homophobia. And then we also, of course, still have the flamer comment! very odd, that if Andrew comes before his beliefs, he still can't help himself throwing a slur in there... I wonder why that might be?

And lastly, no. Its not up to how you interpret it. He's homophobic. And I do have to admit, I think it's kinda fucked up to look at examples of homophobia (which will be similar to people's real life experiences fyi) and say its not homophobia. and for what? so you can feel better about yourself for stanning him? and then act like assholes to people who see homophobia and call it what it is?

you also won't like to hear, aaron sounds pretty prejudice against acespec people too! considering that in the original quote I responded to OPs post with, he describes neil sexuality as a "i-dont-date high horse".

tw - mentions of abuse, drugs and genuinely any aaron-related trauma themes

ah yes, welcome back to part two of me ranting about the forgotten trauma of our favourite underrated aftg characters who the fandom absolutely shits on, this time, aaron. oh boy. before i begin, anybody seeing this who hates aaron and just will definitely die if they don't urgently disagree with me in the comments, your hates just gonna be deleted but thanks for boosting my post. anyways.

okay so let's start with the first claim that is always so hastily thrown around. "but aaron is homophobic!" okay, so, considering the fact you apparently all ignore seth's actions, when does aaron ever say the f slur? of course he expresses disgust when his cousin makes sexual comments to another guy around him. they're literally related, we all would. neil's gender was not relevant at all.

in fact, when, in actuality has aaron ever canonically spoken about gay people as a collective? because..reading yknow the LITERAL BOOKS he does not.

another thing aaron haters wanna jump on is "he is a dick!" and then..love andrew? now i love both my twinyards here but who are you to call aaron a dick and then get on ur knees for andrew who drugged neil without his consent. this isn't andrew slander, but you guys have really iffy standards. like boohoo you don't like him? HE DOESN'T LIKE YOU LMAO? you think he would care??

now let's get into his trauma and how much that is overlooked. i think people can understandably connect with andrew more and get pissed when aaron has his issues with him and neil but let's remember that aaron walked in on his brother being assaulted by another man. he is obviously going to be an asshole to any man who wants any form of non-platonic interactions with his brother out of worry for the foreseeable future.

what we usually forget is that aaron was raised on drugs and violence and abuse. his mother abused him, beat him and tormented him his entire life. of course his first response to everything is hostility.

another thing is his attitude towards tilda: it is literally 1000% normal to love your abuser idk why that is even a fucking question but yes you can

overall i just think he is treated so unfairly.

he isn't an asshole, he is a brother and a friend and a cousin and he's trying his best.

we need to appreciate him more man.

also "andrew is hotter tho" THEY'RE IDENTICAL