#it means i get to draw FAGGOTS and NO ONE can STOP ME

[scribbyizhere]

It's pride month Scribby

You know what that means

I GET TO RIDE A MOTORCYCLE??!?!?!?!

oh wait no they just want me here for the money nvm

[mcrslover]

MCR quotes for anyone who needs them:

"Kids would say they were going to kill themselves then they heard our music... it's our mission"

- Mikey Way.

...

"Reasons why mcr is good for you

juradsleigh:

Feeling like a rad vampire? Listen to bullets

Feeling angry? Listen to 3 cheers

Feeling sad? Listen to black parade

Feeling colourful and happy? Listen to danger days

Feeling like breaking up your band? Listen to death never stop you"

...

"This is for every kid out there... That dyed their hair a fucked up colour and can't get a job. They got a tattoo on their neck like Frank, and can't get a job. That does this because they fuckin' love this. This song is for every kid in the audience- even if you don't have fucked up hair or tattoos-every kid on stage, this song's about us, this song's about you, it's called The Kids From Yesterday."

- Gerard Way.

...

"Stop covering your children's eyes.

Everything is fucked up and pretending it's not won't make it any better. I'm tired of people praying for a change when it's up to them to get off their asses and make a change."

- Frank Iero.

...

"I spent most of my time in the back of the class, just drawing. My goal was to not get noticed in school, because spent so long not being noticed anyway or being treated as if I were invisible that I started to like it.

I've learned that it's actually not very lonely... It's like, you have less friends but the friends you have count more. I met a lot of people that weren't outsiders, or they were very popular, and they have a lot of friends but I don't know if they're the kinds of friends you would call up at 3 am to help you out or talk about being depressed."

- Gerard Way.

...

"Promise me, when MCR's gone, you'll do what it takes to survive. You're strong enough to do it without us."

- Gerard Way.

...

"All your quirks and all your problems, even your depressions, and your failures that's.. that's what makes you, you."

- Gerard Way.

...

"If you or someone you know is severely depressed you need to fucking talk to someone! Your mom, someone in school, I don't give a fuck! Because suicide is fucking bullshit."

- Gerard Way.

...

"Being happy doesn't mean that everything is perfect. It means that you've decided to look beyond the imperfections."

- Gerard Way.

...

"Nothing is worth hurting yourself over, nothing is worth taking your life over"

- Gerard Way.

...

"If we never play another show again, just keep yourself alive."

- Gerard Way.

...

"We're outsiders, we're the kids who didn't get dates for the prom, we're the kids who were confused, who didn't fit in with the cliques, who weren't part of the in-crowd.

Growing up can be a very frightening and confusing time, and I think people look at us and see it's okay to be different. They see that there is a way other than what they're being offered. That you can stand out, that you can be creative, that you can be yourself."

- Gerard Way.

...

"gerard-hey:

I love MCR so much it's like they have a song for every situation. Feeling sad? Listen to The Lights Behind Your Eyes. Feeling frustrated? Listen to I'm Not Okay. Feeling Energetic? Listen to Na Na Na. Feeling like you wanna kick some ass? Listen to Destroya.

Feeling rebellious? Listen to Teenagers. Feel like you wanna break up your band? Listen to Fake Your Death."

...

"The difference we want to make is, number one, to let these kids know that they're not alone, that they're actually not that messed up, and that they can do whatever they want they can express themselves in any way they want without being persecuted or called a faggot or some kind of racist thing. Really just get people to get over their stuff so they can live."

- Gerard Way.

...

"Whatever happens to you, no matter what, l'm always fucking there for you... Don't forget that. I don't give a shit if your boyfriend dumps you. If your girlfriend dumps you. If you're working a shitty job or can't get through school. If you can't get through a fucking Harry Potter book, there's nothing worth dying over. There's nothing worth taking your life over. I will always fucking be there."

- Gerard Way.

...

"If you come to an MCR show, you're probably a little fucked up, and that's okay because we're just as fucked up as you. It's us against the world. And it's great because there's thousands of us in one place."

- Gerard Way.

...

"Someone doesn't like you? Fuck it.

Having a bad day? Fuck it. Didn't get that job, or that grade, or that promotion you wanted? Fuck it. Fighting with your lover? Fuck it. Feel fat today? Fuck it. Losing control of everything and everyone? Fuck it.

What matters now won't matter soon; the truly important thing is that you are alive, and that you have the capacity to do absolutely anything with this beautiful, crazy coincidence of being on this earth. Just stick your middle fingers in the air and think, 'Damn, I have it good."

- Gerard Way.

...

"You're going to come across a lot of shitty bands, and a lot of shitty people. And if anyone of those people call your names because of what you look like, or bedause they don't accept you for who you are. I want you to look right at that mother fucker, stick up your middle finger and scream

"FUCK YOU!!"

- Gerard Way.

...

"Real revenge is making something of yourself."

- Gerard Way.

❤️🖤❤️🖤

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#373

“What the fuck is this I’m hearing about you?  My buddy Deputy Watson asked me why I have a faggot working for me?  He tells me that you have a record for sex in public bathrooms.  Is it true?

“Of course it is!  I can see it on your face.  Have the common decency of at least admitting it….  Jesus fuck!  You know when I hired you, I told you I didn’t want any drama.  And now I have to deal with this.  I can’t be thought of a sperm burper.  With my wife filing for divorce and living across the state at her sisters, people will start to think nasty shit about me once they find out that I have a fag working for me.

“You were recommended to us because you are a hard worker; you keep your head down.  You don’t drink and you don’t cavort around in town.  Now I know why. 

“Watson was telling me that you were caught once before at a rest stop in South Dakota getting cornholed.  He also said that the charges were dropped.  Lucky you.  So you must like sucking on random dick at some nasty assed bathroom.  What the fuck is the draw?

“Nothing to say?...  I want an answer….

“…You like to blow straight men?  Why would a straight man want to get blown by some fag when he can get it at home?... 

“…Watch your mouth!  The last time I got a blowjob has no bearing on this conversation.  You know damned well that Louise and I are going through a divorce.  I haven’t had anything in a long…  Wait a minute, are you looking to give me head?

“…Back to being silent…?

“Uh…

“Uh…

“Awww, fuck it….  I could go for some head.  You want it?...  No one will ever know that this happened, you got that?  Good.  Then get on your fucking knees. 

“I got a lot of skin….  God damn!  You are eager!  My wife makes me get hard first before I…  Oh fuck!  Oh man. 

“Fuck!  Watch your goddamned teeth!...  I will knock them out.  Trust me I will.  My dick may not be long, but it gets really fat.  Those teeth better know their place.

“Damn, not many women could deep throat me.  Fuck I will be using this mouth again.

“Fuck!  What did I tell you about your teeth? 

“Fuck you faggot!  You want me to hit you again, keep up with the teeth.  You hurt me, then I hurt you.  What do you have to say?...  Hunh?...

“Damn right you’re sorry.  Look up at me.  Open your mouth.  Let me feel your teeth….  Holy shit!  That’s some jagged teeth you have there. 

“I want you to make an appointment with your dentist.  I want him to grind them smooth.  You got that?  I pay for your dental, let me benefit from that.  And make that appointment as soon as possible.

“Look at me….  That slap means I’m serious about this.  Now get the fuck up.  You take men up your shitter?  Of course, you do.  Get out of those Levi’s. 

“A fucking jock strap?  You are such a fag.  Leave it on.  I’m not interested in what you have in front.

“It’s been years since I fucked an ass.  Most of the time it was to put a bitch into place.  You’ll be the first faggot, but it will be for the same damned reason. 

“Spread your legs further.  Damn.  That’s a pale ass.  Hold still….  Oooh.  You have been fucked before.  I can’t remember when my head went in so easy.  So I guess I don’t have to wait for you to adjust to me. 

“Right to the root!  Fuck your pussy is treating my cock so well.  Aw, shut up.  I don’t want to hear any goddamned complaints from you.  If you wanted more lube, you should have put more spit on my dick.  Next time think to do that.

“Now shut the fuck up.  I’m in the middle of fucking here….

“Your cunt knows how to take a pounding.  I like that.  I like that a lot….  Do that again.  Fuck, this is one talented cunt.  And it’s right here every day.  Yeah.  This cunt is going to be used going forward. 

“Fuck yeah.  I’m taking ownership of this cunt.  It’s mine.  You got that?...

“Answer me motherfucker.  Who’s cunt is this?

“Damned right.  You will give up other men.  It’s mine.  You understand faggot?

“…You better.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum.  Get ready.  You gonna get flooded with a huge load.  Here it cums.  Here it goddamned cums!  Urg!  Urg!  Fuuuck.  Shit!

“Don’t fucking move.  Stay put.  Clamp down.

“Dammit faggot.  No wonder so many men use you like this.  Not anymore.  I wasn’t kidding when I said you are to give up other men.  That cunt is mine.  I don’t want any other man touching my property.  You got that faggot?...  You say, ‘Yes Sir!’

“That’s better.  You understand that I will be fucking it after we get done work every day?

“I’m one horny son of a bitch, a controlling one at that.  That’s why my wife is filing for a divorce.  You are going to be taking over her duties of taking my nut.  Let’s go up to the house so you can fix me some dinner. 

“No leave those Levi’s there.  You don’t deserve to wear pants.  The jock is all you need.  As I said before, I’m not interested in what you have up front.  In fact, it shouldn’t be any of your concern either. 

“Now get up to the house….  Goddamn, that’s a nice ass.  I don’t know if I will be able to make it through dinner without plowing that cunt and unloading a second time.  My dick can go all night, especially a cunt that treats my dick well.  That cunt will be so full by the end of the night.  Now get moving.”

[yujeong]

Time was at a standstill. Vegas was holding his breath without noticing, and continued to hold it when he did - he was afraid of what would happen if he exhaled loudly enough to draw attention to himself. His gaze was shifting between Pete and the man who was standing before them in the doorway, blocking their entrance. Vegas had never seen him before, but even so, he recognized Pete in him enough to know who he was. A dangerous aura surrounded him. There was an edge to his presence that Vegas would only come across people of certain circles. He was a fighter. A muay khao. Pete's father. Shame coursed through Vegas' body, smearing his skin, settling in his lungs, rendering him speechless. I thought he was dead, he wanted to tell Pete if he could. He wanted to scream at him, I thought you killed him. Pete was the one who broke the stillness. As if awakened by something, he took a half-step back and made a motion with his arms, almost raising them to his chest, but not quite. In an instant, Pete reverted into the pet Vegas had been keeping at the safehouse, bound by handcuffs and afraid of his belt hitting flesh and drawing blood. A lump formed in Vegas' throat. "Have you stopped practicing? Your form is off." The uncanny similarities between Pete and his father appearance-wise didn't mean a thing when it came to their voices. Vegas shivered. Was this what Pete would sound like in a few decades? (Were these the condescending words he'd choose to spew? Was Pete going to embody his father? Was Vegas embodying his?) "What are you doing here?" Pete whispered. "They let me out for a few days, so I came here to collect some money. Imagine my surprise when I found out my offspring left the job someone found him worthy enough of doing to... do what exactly? Yaai didn't want to tell me." He crossed his arms, waiting for an answer. Vegas didn't know what he was allowed to say. If he was allowed to say anything at all. "It's none of your business." "I'd say it very much is my business, as well as yaai's business who was dependent on the money you were making being some rich asshole's human shield." A choked sound scratched Vegas' throat. He didn't like getting reminded of Pete being the main family's bodyguard, even though he stopped being one mere months ago. Especially like this. That was the first time Pete's father stopped looking at his son and turned his head to look at Vegas. For a moment, there seemed to be recognition in his eyes. Did he know who Vegas was? Did he care? A snort came out of his mouth. He leaned on the door. "Oh, I see how it is." He laughed, scratched his neck. "I never expected you to whore yourself out for money. Tell me, is it preferable to the path I carved out for you?" Vegas could sense the disgust in his voice. He could also see it on Pete's face. He was too astonished to share it, but not enough to be unable to speak. "Khun, there has been some misunderstanding-" "Don't bother. I can recognize a faggot when I see one." Pete's movements were too fast for Vegas to stop him. A direct jab to the nose; his father fell like a pack of cards, groaning like a wounded animal. Surprisingly, no blood - Pete held back. Vegas didn't know what to think about that. "That was a pathetic attack, even for you." "Get up." "We're not in the ring, son." Pete growled. Vegas could see his hands trembling as he was keeping them in the air, maintaining an offensive stance. "That never stopped you before." "You were too young to understand what I was doing back then. What I was preparing you for." Pete was silent. "The world isn't kind. It'll fuck you over one way or another." He got up, spat on the ground. "You still haven't learned a thing. You're too old to afford being naive." He turned around, and without sparing a look at Pete again, said: "Now get the fuck out of my house." (For @musictooth, whose posts about Pete's father have reignited my passion for this specific concept and for @wretchedamaranth, whose comments on my writing are always lovely and precious ❤️)

[sharkface]

I'm not really interested in getting into this much more after this post but I am genuinely so appalled and disgusted at the level of vitriol directed at me recently for saying I have been sexually harassed on and offline by LGBT people and that I would like it to stop. I have said nothing but "I don't like it when people say extremely sexual things to and about me right away, especially after I've already expressed clear disinterest" and "I don't like it when people assert that I might be of X identity to make me seem more appealing or available to them instead of just asking me" and the responses have been largely to tell me how ungrateful I am and how I should stop complaining because I'll never experience "real" harassment the way I would if I were afab. It's not one or two ignorable incidents of out of touch weirdos feeling empowered to say crazy shit anonymously online, I got over a dozen asks, I've received an insane number of messages outlining the sexual things people want with me, talking about how I'm an effeminate femboy faggot and a bottom, asking me to detail what my dick looks like, which I guess I am asking for by posting pictures of my outfits every now and again, or something? And well. This is all nakedly fucked up, right? Like, these are weird and blatantly homophobic assumptions about my character based on what appeals to the person sending the message.

I'm honestly very confused how we lost the plot on the fact that while misogyny incites more sexual harassment on women than men and men are often the ones inciting said violence because they are structurally empowered and socially encouraged to do so that does not mean that men (including cis men) cannot be meaningfully sexually harassed or assaulted. And well. Clearly we've also forgotten that gay men and bisexual men are hypersexualized and emasculated and assaulted for being gay and especially being sexually submissive or enjoying penetration(which is seen as a given, especially if you look a certain way; I don't think I've ever expressed ANY sexual preference on this blog, nor directly to people I don't know well, but people draw their own conclusions anyway), but for some reason we think all of this isn't a serious offense if another LGBT person does it now.

Like, to me this really doesn't feel that complicated and I really don't think you can "What if they're queer" or "What if they're neurodivergent" your way out of that. I fear a lot of you really do think that you belong to a demographic that strips you of the capacity for harm because you think that having little to no structural power means you also can't have ANY social interpersonal power and that's an alarming precedent to see on the rise among people who somehow still consider themselves radical human rights activists. Like sincerely some of you just will not take responsibility for yourselves no matter what and you dress it up in all this unrelated unjustified cherry picked theory that says you're fundamentally good and any harm you cause is just the collateral of radical self love or something and it's fucking scary. "LGBT people are not inherently predators but this narrative is used to oppress them thus accusations of sexual violence towards them should be examined carefully" and "LGBT people are still capable of being deeply cruel and terrible to each other" are concepts that should not be controversial to anyone but you are all overcomplicating it through bioessentialist pseudofeminism that exists not to combat structural violence but to give yourself a pass for playing into it. You are ceding ground on the absolute most basic gay and trans rights and feminist concepts in the name of fixating on inactionable niches of vibes-based discourse that absolve you of responsibility for your actions and it makes you unsafe to be around.

You are not a radical, you are not a community pillar, you are a hypocrite and an active participant in the endangerment of other LGBT people. Overall, please get fucking real, abandon your emotional need to win arguments online and prove how pure you are at any cost, and start looking at the things that actually happen in the world around you and protect people from THAT instead of acting like everything everyone does should loop back around to making you feel good. And for the love of god. Stop meekly trying to fuck strangers in their inboxes and getting all guilt trippy and defensive and angry and continuing to push for reciprocation when they clearly aren't interested in you. It's not any less fucked up just because you're not a cishet dude.

[squish36-writes-and-draws]

11 November: Unraveling

Quick little update: I have burned through my stash of prewritten pages, and now, when I need to write more, I have a cold and a shit ton of school things I should be doing. We're going to be on shaky ground until probably Saturday.

Word Count: 510

TW: Keefe is swearing a lot. Also, general Keefe angst. Self-esteem is in the single digits.

General Taglist (lmk if you want to be added/removed!): @stellar-lune @faggot-friday @kamikothe1and0nly @nyxpixels @florida-preposterously

@poppinspop @uni-seahorse-572 @solreefs @corruption-exe @rusted-phone-calls

@when-wax-wings-melt @good-old-fashioned-lover-boy7 @dexter-dizzknees @abubble125 @hi-imgrapes

@callum-hunt-is-bisexual @callas-pancake-tree @hi-my-name-is-awesome @katniss-elizabeth-chase @sillyguy-supreme

@void-kill @thefoxysnake

Unraveling Project Specific Taglist (lmk if you want to be added/removed/upgraded): @cutebisexualmess @crippling-pages @daizythegreat @sophiefostersno1stan @iggydancebreak

@theleopardstalker @you-will-meet-your-downfall @multi-fandom-lunatic

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I once loved a gardener with his dirt-smudged face and hands Trimmed my weeds and gave me room to grow my flowers again But now my love is gone And I am left here withering Withering

Keefe Sencen's Journal

  I hope you’re happy now, mother dearest. 

    I hope you know how much you’ve fucked me over. 

    I should have never even attempted to draw Taylor into this mess. I just—wanted to think that I’d be safe for once in my starsexile life, but that’s too much to ask. 

    Over the last couple of hours, I’ve bounced around the globe looking for a nice place to go and also trying to figure out how the pathfinder determines coordinates. I’ll probably be working on that instead of actually reflecting on my life tonight because exile I don’t want to think about my life anymore. Absolute dumpster fire of a life right there. 

    I think I’m in Paris? I can see that famous tower thing but let’s be real when we say that I’ve got no fucking clue where I am or how human society works. It could be some other ostentatious tower just to fuck with me in particular. 

    Anyway the time zones are really different between Sydney and wherever I am because I left right around dawn, and now it’s sundown. If I thought my sleep schedule was bad enough as it is, it’s about to get so much worse and I’m here for it. 

    I haven’t had any interactions with humans around here, and if I could, I would definitely try to avoid speaking to anyone about anything ever because we saw how well that went last time. Alas, I don’t trust myself enough for that to not be a possibility. 

    I’ll probably be bouncing to the next city in a couple of days. Maybe if I pick a new place often enough, no one will be able to find me. Maybe then I can stop hurting everyone around me. It won’t work, but it’s a nice possibility to think about. 

    I found a nice garden to loiter in for the next couple of days, and in the case that I get bothered by the legal authorities, I can just simply…leave. I could cause so many crimes on purpose. That bank heist plan doesn’t actually sound that unrealistic now that I’m genuinely considering it. I won’t, but it would be funny, and that’s the real measure of success. 

    You know what else is funny? I don’t, but someone across the street does. It’s much less overwhelming than it used to be and on the one hand, that’s a good thing because I don’t have a constant migraine, but it also means that I’m going to be fucked to exile in another couple of weeks, let alone centuries of this. Who am I kidding? There’s no way I’m making it centuries without Gisela finding me. I just need to hold out long enough that I’m not useful to her little schemes and machinations by the time she comes to collect her little unethical science experiment. 

    If I can’t solve the problem in its entirety, I’ll settle for being annoying. It’s gotten me this far which isn’t exactly a glowing endorsement, but it’s better than nothing, and that’s all I have. 

[cranberrybogmummy]

Actual Werewolves of London

[SO this is meant to be written as an excerpt from a fake non-fiction book set in a paranormal/urban fantasy universe a bit like the one in an audio drama idea I'm working on called Strangectady. Maybe it's expanded universe content? Also the song werewolves of LONDON came up on my playlist, it’s inspired by that and the prompt: Everyone is fun; you just have to find their fun side.] 

    I knew Graham L as a very polite and well put together man, he was also very mild mannered. His job however was strange, he worked at the lycanthropy justice center in London.

“So how did you get a job there?” I asked.

“Erm, well,” He hesitated and cleared his throat. “I am a werewolf.”

“I don’t mean to be prejudiced,” I remarked, knowing what I was about to say was the most problematic thing I could say. “but you don’t exactly look like one.”

He smiled slightly. “Yes, I am aware that most don’t think of a thin middle class man in a three piece suit with wire rim spectacles as a werewolf, but I am. It’s genetic, you understand. I am a descendant of one of the oldest lycanthrope families in England.”

“Ah,” I realized my mistake and felt awful. “Yes.”

Over the next weeks  I became so engrossed with my other lycanthrope subjects, I sort of lost track of Graham. He usually was doing admin for his job or dealing with clients and their more colorful problems. I never saw him get angry and he only slightly raised his voice with a Tory MP who was proposing a shockingly racist bill about lycanthropes.

Maybe because the bill was gaining traction, he agreed to meet and talk over drinks. He looked stressed and unhappy when we went to the pub, and didn’t talk much, just drank and seemed to sink deeper into despair.

“How can I convince people that we aren’t uncontrollable monsters?” He sighed. “I can’t, they won’t even listen. I need a smoke.”

He’d had a few gin and tonics, I didn’t even know he smoked. I paid the tab and we left.

It was raining and dark as we stepped out of the pub. He lit up shortly after and smoked sullenly in the rain. Sadly we weren’t the only ones: in a nearby park some young men had been drinking and were yelling about something at the bus stop.

When we saw what they were doing, Graham sighed again and took a draw on his cigarette. There was an old woman in a headscarf with what I think was her young grandson. The assholes were calling her  racist names. She and her grandson were cowering in fear.

That’s when Graham smirked: “I know you think I’m no fun, but I have my own kind of fun. Let me show you.”

He took off his blazer, loosened his tie and walked over to them.

I stood there stunned.

“Excuse me,” he said. “I think you should leave them alone.”

“Yeah?” said the leader. “What you gonna do about it, faggot?” 

He stood between the old woman and her tormentors.

That’s when I heard him start to growl and the sounds of fabric ripping.  His transformation happened quickly. He grew two feet taller, and as he did so his muscles seemed to bulge out. Where a man had stood was now a growling, snarling, hairy werewolf over six feet tall. The terror on their faces was priceless.

“Leave them alone,” he snarled, his voice now deep and gruff.

He then threw his head back and emitted a long, loud, blood-chilling howl. The drunks  scattered, running into the park, and he gave chase, baying in the dark, hot on their heels.

I didn’t follow him. The old woman was still standing there shocked. Her grandson was smiling.

“He saved us, Nan,” He said. “He’s just like uncle Valko.”

As their  bus arrived, the old woman smiled back at him and ruffled his hair. “Yes, let’s go home.”

As the bus departed, I could hear howling and some screams from the park, but I couldn’t see anything because it was too dark. 

When I met with him the next week, he said he didn’t recall anything that had happened after his last drink, but I could swear he said it with a slight smile.

I said I didn’t remember anything happening either.

[baccarry]

The One Ring or Gondor’s Weapon? My Perspective on AI

Dear friends, I see that my previous post has raised some questions and even discontent regarding my use of AI-generated images. I’d like to share my perspective on this tool to address any concerns and clarify my position.

For me, AI is not "ultimate evil" or "the One Ring." It’s a technology that can be immensely useful when used wisely. In my life, AI primarily serves as a tool for work and learning, not as a way to replace creativity.

I understand your concerns, especially when it comes to the creative sphere. In the English-speaking community, there is indeed a lot of discussion about the oversaturation of AI-generated content. For instance, I read somewhere that 40–50% of English-language text on the internet last year was AI-generated. Tutorials and videos promoting "push a button — get a book" approaches also undermine trust in this technology. I see how this can feel unsettling and devalue the effort of real authors.

However, the situation is different in the Russian-speaking space. Our language is more complex: it’s less concise, has a lot of figurative meanings, and features highly variable grammar. Moreover, most AI language models are initially trained in English. To process a query in Russian, AI first translates it into English, generates a response in English, and then translates it back into Russian. Each step introduces losses and distortions in meaning. This makes AI applications in Russian writing still very limited. If you submit a text for AI editing, you will spend more time proofreading and correcting it than if you had done it yourself. A simple example: even in generated texts, AI often "mixes" languages, producing something like "rиng oф Saуron."

Now, about how I use AI in my work.

Let me emphasize that in the stories I’ve published, AI was used exclusively for checking translations. English is not my native language, and I didn’t want to upload stories with errors that could distract readers or detract from the impression of the text. Here’s how the process looked: I translated the text myself and then uploaded it to ChatGPT to have it checked. AI highlighted areas with inaccuracies, and I manually corrected them. The only exception was the "The Scarlet Ribbon" series, which I originally wrote in English. Even then, I carefully reviewed and made final adjustments to the text myself.

As for images, I see their imperfections. Yes, they can be amusing and inspiring, but they cannot compare to the work of a real artist. For example, AI once tried to draw Gondorian symbols on Boromir’s cloak but ended up writing "GONDON" instead. This was hilarious because in Russian, "гондон" is a rude slang word meaning "faggot." Moments like these highlight how flawed these technologies are for serious use.

My conclusion: I promise not to use AI-generated images on this platform anymore, as I understand that they cause negative emotions. However, I cannot entirely stop using AI as a tool for research or translation assistance — it’s a part of my work and a convenient way to find information.

Your opinion is very important to me, and I’m grateful for your comments. By discussing these things, we can better understand one another and make our community even more welcoming and supportive.

[iammissingautumn]

I think the thing about Butters is that he’s this really fun contradiction to me. And from what I’ve seen from going through the seasons. Butters Stotch starts out as a contrast to the main four. He’s gulliable and a push over, which turns into the perfect victim, and then he’s the perfect sidekick.

For awhile he seems almost like a loner, or perhaps just comfortable with himself. Something likely picked up from being grounded in his room so often. He sings to himself various songs to pass the time by, he does various art mostly drawing several times throughout the show. Something like tap dancing seems to be something he could attach himself to while not needing to be physically strong and his parents could gain socially from having a talented son.

Yet as time goes by we see his “innocent ways” be twisted, but instead of it being a straight laced kid he’s already quite the asshole. In season 3 he doesn’t hold back from bullying the Codswolds, and in season 7 he quickly piles on to the bullying of Gary Harrison. He has an aversion to difference, the kind that makes you think anyone different is bad. Which wouldn’t be surprising to have come from his parents and their more religious background.

Butters, showing off his age, attacks life in the only way you can when you’re in elementary school and learning everything for the first time. Butters doesn’t start cussing because his friends do, we know he’s capable because we see him do it a few times such as in Christian Hard Rock. He’s not really afraid to stop his class and tell them he’s never played WoW and instead likes Hello Kitty Island, but he will tell Stan “I'd rather be a crying little pussy than a faggy goth kid”. There a hierarchy he’s picked up on, and he knows being gay is the worst. Even as he doesn’t know what it is.

Butters didn’t know what his father was doing, he didn’t know why everything was so upset while at camp, and instantly after his first kiss he think he’s a “man” and needs to change his entire life to be one. In that same episode, Butters Bottom Bitch, he rags on gay people quite a bit. Which we see over the course of the series in various ways (see previous paragraph’s quote). He’s been homophobic while having no clue what that really means. This seems to manifest just as much with his sexism, very little clue as why girls are lesser than (though his sexism also seems to stem from the fact they are different) but he accepts it and says a lot of misogynistic shit.

We see almost again and again the abuse that Butters faces that there is no root wrong, there is just an overall wrong. There is no nuance to why a sect of people are bad, they just are. He’s grounded episode after episode for things he hasn’t done or wasn’t a big part of, his school photo being a great example of this. He is nurtured into a world where he is belittle enough to believe he doesn’t know better then others a lot of the time via his parents and later on Cartman.

A more deep rooted homophobia and/or sexism would have him against presenting or doing anything related to being feminine. He’d hide against naively showing his true self so he wouldn’t get bullied. He would care about being masculine or enforcing gender roles. Yet the majority of the time he doesn’t seem to understand the deeper intricacies of these topics like the other boys do. Otherwise he wouldn’t enjoy himself as Marjorine in the self expression and acceptance he’s given. Otherwise he would understand what was happening in Cartman Sucks.

Yet in early seasons Butters is implied to study often to avoid being grounded. He’s shown to be a relatively smart side kick when he’s not being tricked into believing the world has ended and he’s the last person alive. Tbh I believe he would be a lot smarter if he wasn’t largely plagued by a bended view of reality because of the ongoing psychological trauma he receives from his parents.

He loved being Majorine, he doesn’t want to be a faggot. He’s harmed most times he expresses himself, he continues to anyways. He’s seen as a cringe outcast yet can summon a whole crowd with a tap dance performance.

[minccinoocappuccino]

About the racism/homophobia

Before I start I want to say thanks to everyone who sent nice messages my way and all the kind words that were said n response to racist n homophobic shit ive been getting. Thank all really I know I havent replied to some I will I tried to stay off tumblr yesterday im sure you can understand y. But I want to address this I know i dont have reach a lot of other blogs have but i also will not ask for reblogs if u want to share thats up to u im only here to state my feelings on the matter. 

I am glad ppl r talking about the racist n homophobic shit im glad there r posts getting lots of likes n reblogs saying that this isnt right! its a good thing that ppl r being made aware that this happens they may n not see it but it happens. but there seems to b a disconnect between what happen and real life i would like to address this.

I get to many this is oc/mc/yume drama its ppl getting mad about someone shipping there oc with a character they like and there jealous...but i want to stress that this is a simple way to look at it. i get y ppl r only thinking about it this way it wraps it up in a pretty package easy to get ppl to see it say yeah to it and reblog it doesnt have the dirty reality attached to it n again im not saying that is bad i think there should b posts just talking about the oc part since it will get likes n shares it will reach ppl because its easy to understand. But some ppl cant afford to just hit reblog and move on. I cant just get away from it i dont have the luxury for it to stay online.

TW: Homophobia

Ive been send asks calling me a faggot because i ship ruggie x a male oc. Ive been told me making ruggie gay makes ppl feel bad. Ive been told my male oc x canon makes ppl feel uncomfortable. While many can simply say hey thats wrong to say and move on with there life i cant. Im a gay man this is stuff that i cant get away from in my real life. I hear it from my family I hear slurs from strangers on the street. I cant just turn off the homophobic remarks i cant log out of real life. Where i live gay men just holding hand with each other might get them beat up. Its not just anon asks that i can delete.

TW: Racism

Yesterday after posting a drawing of my Black male oc Asher with Ruggie i was sent a racist remark. The worst thing this person could think to say was i made ruggie love someone outside his race. I made him a insert slur here lover. This is not oc drama this is not ppl being upset about oc shipping this is racism. And this hurt a lot. Me and my boyfriend r a mixed race couple this is real life for us. We hear racist slurs and derogatory language about each others race by our own family members. we both come from families where dating outside the race is frown on. I cant just turn off anon for this. 

This is not petty oc drama this is racism n homophobia with n the fandom. Im glad there r ppl talking about the oc part im glad there r ppl saying all mcs/yumes r valid. Its a good thing to have these posts but i want ppl to also know this isnt just oc drama for some here its real life that we cant just log out not to look at. there r ppl saying horrible shit to poc/gay creators hiding behind anon and then act like they care on there main. I know making a post wont stop them there hidden and will prolly never b outed this is the reality of it. Im not making this to call ppl out n im not making this to try single boost. I want to tell u how i feel i want to express what these hateful comments mean to some here that some ppl with n the fandom cant log out and leave the anons behind

again thanks to all who sent nice messages i promise ill reply to them. you can reblog or not i dont care really im just happy im writing this for ppl to see. and f just one person sees this and feels understood thats great but this is for me to state my piece.   

[public-slaughterhouse]

pony boy

Eddie Munson x Male Reader short🧍‍♂️

warning: one use of the F slur, beware, this is gay af

"Are you drawing ponies?" a voice suddenly asked from behind you. Quickly snapping the sketchbook in your lap closed, you looked at the source of the voice with wide eyes, dread slowly creeping up your spine. 

He's gonna beat me up. He thinks I'm a faggot. 

"Uh-um.. yeah. They're for my little sister. She likes copying them." you said, slowly standing up to match the other boy's height. It was Eddie Munson, local wavy-haired, doe-eyed metalhead. You thanked god it wasn't one of the airhead jocks instead, or you probably wouldn't see the light of day again. 

Okay, maybe getting a little overdramatic.

 Eddie still looking interested in your notebook quickly snatched it away, curiosity seemingly not satisfied by your answer. 

"Hey, give that back asshole!" 

"Calm downnn I just wanna see what'cha drawing! These are pretty good!" he said as he flipped through the pages, the sketchbook just out of your reach. 

"Ooh who's this?" he stopped on a drawing of a person wearing a vaguely sci-fi-looking suit, wires and pieces of armor covering it. 

"Ugh. It-it's a thing from Dune. No one specific. Now can you please give it back?" 

Eddie seemed like he was contemplating what to do for a few moments, looking at you with a cheeky grin on his face, then finally lowering his arm holding the book. 

"Since you asked so nicely. You're a sci-fi kinda guy? Or a my little pony one?" 

Snatching it away from him, you shot a half-hearted glare at him before matching his posture, crossing arms and looking at him pointedly. For a second you thought about giving him a snarky answer rather than a real one, but decided against it, coming up empty. Eddie seemed genuinely interested and hadn't beaten you up yet so you chose to humor him. 

"Sci-fi, fantasy, adventure, thriller horror kinda guy... I guess. My little pony isn't so bad either. There are dragons in it too."

 Eddie seemed pleased by that, telling from the ever-present grin on his face. 

"Not that I watch my little pony! It's my little sister, AND by the way just because it's for kids doesn't mean that it's stupid! Kids are pretty smart and it can actually teach pretty important stuff to-- never mind. I-uh. I will go now." 

The other boy stood still, body slightly turning to the direction of your leaving form which you could just make out from the corner of your eye-- which just made you want to disappear from the face of the earth all the quicker. That goddamn grin on his lips only spread further, endlessly amused by the little show you put on for him probably. 

"Sure thing, pony boy!" 

I will never live this down.

[forbidding-souda]

How about fuyuhiko and gundham with a male s/o, where they're out in public and have to deal with homophobia?

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu and Gundham Tanaka with their boyfriend dealing with homophobia

i was just walking to the bus the other day and a truck filled with bro dudes pulled to the side of the side and yelled slurs at me before driving away i was like bruh

it's funny bc i'm deaf and they were yelling paragraphs and i was standing there texting someone as they pulled up and i was thinking oh my god i can't text and try to listen to people at the same time so i looked up and then caught the word faggot and i was like ohhhh that's what this is

currently listening: surfin' bird by ramones

playlist: main playlist

-Mod Souda

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu

❤ It originally was a 'double life' for him. He would be a brutal, murderous fiend during the on-hours and during the off-hours he would be a loving boyfriend who kisses your fingers and watches movie with you. As an adult he would hardly think about his sexuality as something he needed to keep hidden, or that it was something he was worried about other people finding out about. The two of you hardly go out in public together at all in the first place. It's mostly because of the fear of letting the public eye see you associate with the yakuza that would ruin your reputation: remove you from your job and get you kicked from social circles. Although, the two of you seemed to stop caring the longer the relationship went on for. As long as Peko goes with you (if you are extremely cautious of your reputation) you can pretend to be outside with her accompanying you rather than the SHSL Yakuza.

❤ Peko is more on the offense than he is. By the mere mention of something microaggressive, no matter if it's directed towards you and your boyfriend or not, she is quick to draw her sword and point it at the culprit. She will hold a glare of indignation in her striking red eyes. He never responds to them unless she threatens them first. The things people say in general are never rejecting the idea of the two of you as a couple, sexuality wise - it is mostly just strangers uncomfortable with the acts of affection you display in public. His stand-off nature is still there - he will still argue with them, showing his teeth and clenching his fists. The amount of threats and curses that leave his lisp is remarkable. But Peko is always the one that strikes.

"You guys are so embarrassing." You whisper under your breath, walking by yourself, listening to Fuyuhiko continuously rattle off insults, going the distance almost an entire building before you let yourself turn around. Someone older had snapped at him to stop wrapping his arm around you, saying something about how indecent homosexual people are, and before Fuyuhiko could even listen to their command Peko pulled her sword. You had cringed, biting your lip and slipping away from his grasp, not excited at all to be in this confrontation. You just wanted to melt into the sidewalk.

"What was that last part, man?" He leaned back, shifting his weight on his feet, raising his hands in the air.

When the passer-byers started to stare, you walked away. And now you stand, leaning against a building, not far away enough for him not to see you, but enough to put yourself out of the eye of everyone else.

A loud drop dead echoes down the street. You close your eyes. Hopefully he doesn't mean that literally.

There is no scream. No people scrambling. You look back at them, glancing to see that the person had ran away. Peko continues to stare at them. You can tell she's debating whether or not to follow.

❤ He isn't even an affectionate person in public. As much as he likes seeming badass and a rule breaker - breaking the rules is something that he hates doing.

❤ But still, when you're tired, or slumped from a long walk, he will put his arm around your waist or shoulder.

❤ Which, you have a theory that he likes it when people call him out. There, in that situation, he gets to prove that he's tough and that he doesn't take anyones shit.

❤ He keeps you away from any harm. And he especially keeps you away from witnessing any. He doesn't want you to see the things that he has to see.

❤ After a confrontation he will always ask if you are okay. He will be clueless on how to comfort you if you are not but he feels a genuine worry about having you in that scene.

❤ He forgets that that even happens to the two of you. His brain logs the situations as one of many - him proving himself successfully and not a sorrowful memory.

❤ So if you bring it up later just know that he is going to be very confused on what you mean.

❤ He doesn't consider them, no matter what they say about his sexuality, to be homophobic, rather annoying as all hell.

.

Gundham Tanaka

❤ Gundham believes that being attracted to men is another reason he is so powerful and god-like. He thinks of it as something outside of the normal and something that makes him more fluid than the average person. He remembers the tale of Amaterasu and Ame no Uzume no Mikoto - the sexual deviance of a same sex relationship. The way it was used to lure is vaguely similar to how he considers your relationship - you lured him in, enticing him with your wicked smile and the shade of your eyes. You are an incubus that was once unforeseeable and addictive. And now you are the one that lingers in his soul - a romantic partner. Someone with astral levels that match his own.

Teenage boys are the people that make Gundham nervous. You try not to consider where this fear would have originated from, although the answer seems rather obvious.

Whenever a group of teenage boys walks by he always closes his trench coat and loosens his shoulders when he quickly walks past. Common ardor ravagers he mutters under his breath. More often than that, outside of a few cackles there is nothing that comes about. No interaction and no public scene.

But in those rare moments where they do, Gundham will whip around, his coat flourishing behind him as he steps up to them.

"Be careful at who you direct your words. I can destroy the world in mere minutes; disintegrate the ground beneath your feet. Your conviction will be detrimental."

He had only begun to resort to such low threats when you told him to stop bringing up the four dark devas of destruction - putting in a lot of effort to inform him that their cute disguises are too genuine and the average person will not find them scary unless they showcase their true power (but please do not do that, Tanaka!).

Still, no one gives you as much trouble as teenage boys do. Just the way they snicker at him - it makes you feel horrible. You stand up for him when you can. Especially since he never seems to be in his usual passionate mood afterwards. He gets quiet.

❤ He likes retelling folk to you, changing the genders so that both of them are male. If you ask, really? they're both men? he will lie and say yes. The look of joy that flashes through your face is something that he will never get over - it's beautiful.

❤ He sometimes mentions the troubles that the two of you face - describing the homophobic things that others will say to him.

❤ You don't think he has ever realized that teenage boys put all their attention onto him rather than you.

❤ Thinking back on moments like those consistently reminds you to shower him in compliments. You make sure to remind him that he is loved every single day. You need him to know that.

❤ He is an incredibly affectionate person when he wants to be. On days where he is in a good mood he will return your kind words with some of his own, going on rambles about how powerful your aura is and how strong your soul is to be able to handle his cosmic energy so close to your natural body. You don't know what any of this means in his head but you take it as a compliment.

❤ He never gets violent. You always think he's going to swing and hit, but he never does. He just glares with his intense eyes before spinning and walking away, leaving you to trail behind him.

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#293

“You suck cock? ‘Cause you look like a cocksucker. Get on your knees fag and choke on this hog. It’s more than a mouthful.

“I don’t get it. Every time I stop here, there’s always a faggot or two wanting to suck my dick. Even now, at 5:30 in the morning. I used to get pissed off when one of you would come round my truck. Now I see you fucking queers serve a different purpose.

“I stopped first taking a piss when I get here, cause some of you like drinking it. If you are not into it, you better pull off now. I’m sure one of the other fags would jump at the chance.

“Good. Good. Oh man I needed this. Oh fuck. You are swallowing like you’ve done this before. Of course your have. You’re a fucking faggot. I saw you get out of that semi that just pulled out of here. Did he feed you his load? Don’t pull off, just nod…. In your gut or up your butt?... Just point. You fags have no shame.

“You’ll take a load from any driver no matter how nasty he is. I know I had some cheese under my skin, but you didn’t care. Disgusting.

“Oh, this driver parked next to me by just woke up. He’s wacking off in his cab. Faggot, let’s put on a show for him. Strip naked. Don’t look in his direction. Keep your eyes on me. And don’t worry if anyone comes in. I figure any driver that pulls in this difficult to navigate vista point is here to get off. I don’t think this is the first time you have been naked here.

“I just signaled him, and he’s making his way over here. Remember, my cock is your focus….

“…Hey bud. The faggot’s mouth is mine. You can have its other hole. I should tell you that there’s a load already in there from the driver of that Freightliner that just pulled out…. Just shove it in. I can’t imagine that its hole is anything but a sloppy mess.

“…I got to nut soon, cause I have to roll in about ten to fifteen minutes…. You too? The Bufford docks?... Heh! Same here. Well let’s get this faggot loaded up. It’s not going to take me long. This is one of the better mouths I have found here. How’s the cunt?... Sloppy?... Figured. These faggots are just whores to any real man that comes along. This one at least has a useful mouth. I drained my piss in it a few minutes ago.

“Fuck yeah. Slap its ass again. Its throat spasmed around my cock. That feels good. Keep it up…. Do you feel anything around your cock when I slap its head?... Not as much as when I make it choke? Well fuck! I can do that.

“Fuck yeah! Its throat slime is making its throat feel better than my girlfriend’s pussy. This particular faggot gives much better head than her. Hell, I can smack it around, and it seems to crave it. Now I am beginning to see the draw to using these cum dumps. Now if kissing was an option with this faggot, I probably would ditch my bitch. Heh. Heh…. No, there is no way I would kiss a sewer hole. It’s taken cock after cock in its mouth. Hell I pissed in it. There’s no way I would ever consider kissing it.

“…What? You want to kiss it? …You mean me? I’ve never kissed a man. Aw, fuck, why not? …Mmmm… Fuck… Oh hell yeah. I like that. I liked that a lot.

“I’m real close. Looks like you’re ready to pop there too. Go for it. Let’s dump our loads at the same time. The fag is in no position to say no. Beside it already has cum loads in its cunt and in its belly.

“Fuck. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum! Hell yeah. Fuck yeah buddy.

“Faggot, what you think you are doing? I still have to finish pissing. And it’s going to take a few minutes for my hard-on to deflate. Just stay in place; besides, he may need to piss in you too…

“You got to piss? Do it in its sewer of a cunt. Ahh. …Feels good doesn’t it? Say, when we get to Bufford, wanna talk over some coffee while we get loaded up? By the way, I’m Alan. You are… Nice to share a faggot with you Eddie.

“OK fag. I’m done pissing here. Eddie’s done too. Hey faggot, give me your contact info. I wanna use your toilet mouth again. I’ll share it with Eddie if he wants it.

“That smile on his face says he wants to do this again. So faggot, go over to your car across the lot and write down your phone number and e-mail and bring it back to me. Here’s your car keys. You’ll get your clothes when you come back to us. Now don’t hesitate, go! Atta boy!

“Look at him walk. He’s doing everything he can to keep those loads in his cunt. That is a fucking riot. Hey, you come here often? Me neither. I only discovered it a few months ago. I haven’t done much other than blowjobs and piss play. I’m seeing that there’s a lot more to do.

“See you at Bufford’s?... What? You are going to walk away without a goodbye kiss? Heh heh. The faggot is coming back. Let’s give him a show.”

[ms-demeanor]

Some meandering thoughts about jokes about rape and cultural changes in the last decade and a half

Like, don’t get me wrong, I’m really glad we’re in a place now where we DO question rape jokes and it would be much harder to get away with “raping Jonah Hill is incredibly amusing” as the center of a scene the way that you could in 2007-2013 but I do kind of feel like we don’t talk about how sudden that change was enough.

People talk about how you should have always known that awful things are awful but if you’re surrounded by rape jokes and pedophilia jokes all the time and that’s what’s funny to the other kids around you and the adults in your lives and what makes up the jokes in the movies you watch then it’s hard to act like you always knew it was wrong.

Dead baby jokes were a HUGE thing when I was a teen and in my early twenties and sitting around swapping dead baby jokes was just a thing we did, and tossed in among them were things like:

A joke about incest with the punchline “Get off me pa, you’re crushing my smokes.”

This joke about a pedophile murdering a child.

Let’s not turn this rape into a murder.

And hell, look at the activity graph for “soap on a rope” on urban dictionary:

2014 starts a significant taper.

Letterboxd has their “sexual assault against men played for comedy page” and if you sort by release date there’s a downward trend with 2014 as a really stand-out year for rape jokes about men in popular movies:

2010 - 10

2011 - 12

2012 - 14

2013 - 12

2014 - 18 (jesus, which includes a prison rape joke in “Paddington”)

2015 - 9

2016 - 9

2017 - 11

2018 - 15

2019 - 4

2020 - 1

(this is of course with the caveat that this is only what has been documented so far)

Shock porn sites used to be a thing and they used to be a COMMON thing. A thing that would get remixed and have late night hosts make jokes about them and that got parody music videos.

So on the one hand I was really glad that in 2010 the hacker conference WASN’T asking me to make a rape joke on their tee shirt, but since Pool 2 Girl came up at every single “this is what defcon is about” discussion and some of the guys from the con had printed up “lemonparty.org” stickers to slap up around town it wouldn’t have been *surprising* if they’d been asking for that.

If you were a teenager in 2005 would you have known how much of a dick move goatse-ing people was? We didn’t have the same culture of trigger warnings (not that I disapprove of trigger warnings, they are good and I like them) and there was very much an attitude online at the time of “if you can’t handle it log off.”

I think the fappening was the turning point for a lot of this stuff - I think that was a big cultural moment that changed a lot of people’s attitudes really quickly and I’m seeing echos of that with what Chris Evans is dealing with right now: people are a lot faster to say “oh, that sucks, don’t be an asshole, report people for posting the pics” while I remember sitting and arguing in an imgur thread because there were a bunch of people saying “if you don’t like it don’t take nudes” about the celebrities who got caught in the icloud leak.

People look at Shane Dawson’s (admittedly gross and incredibly inappropriate) behavior with a poster of Willow Smith and act like it’s unprecedented***** but as someone who remembers not only Olsen Eighteenth Birthday countdowns but ALSO the jokes about fucking the Olsen twins that came BEFORE they were legal that’s just bizarre. Seeing people my age and older react to James Gunn’s pedophilic twitter jokes like they’re worse than Jay Leno’s jokes about Michael Jackson (which were made on TV! Across America! On a major network!) is just. It’s bizarre.

I’m glad we are where we are now, I’m glad that making rape jokes in public or jokes about incest or pedophilia (or murder or abortion) is less common and less okay (especially in children’s media, jesus fuck) and more likely to get criticized.

But I’m also pretty sure I’m going to get called a rape apologist by *someone* for saying “2010 was a different time, rape jokes were more common and we didn’t realize how shitty it was” when it really was a different time and rape jokes were more common and most people didn’t realize how shitty it was. I sure didn’t. I do now, and I’m glad I do now. But pretending that we should have ALWAYS known this, pretending that this was NEVER acceptable, pretending that it WASN’T a different time is ignoring the fact that for over a decade there was an entire genre of pedophilic rape jokes (that were frequently also racist) centered around one celebrity and that people told these jokes in public and in pop culture *all the time.*

Does that make it right? Fuck, I don’t know, shit is relative. It was still largely acceptable to electrocute gay kids and people tossed around the word “faggot” pretty freely. Mean Girls is full of jokes about how awful it is for people to think you’re a lesbian and Superbad is full of jokes about getting people shitfaced so they’ll sleep with you (so date rape) and there’s an entire “cute comedy” from the 80s starring Kurt Russel and Goldie Hawn that’s an extended rape-by-fraud joke. I think that as a whole we’re better now as people than we were in 2010 and the 90s and the 80s and the 50s and I don’t think that someone who made a sexist joke in the 80s is irredeemably evil and I don’t think people making rape jokes in the 2010s are rape apologists in 2020 and I wish there was a lot more understanding of both history and nuance in these conversations.

*****to be very, very clear Shane Dawson has been filmed kissing underage fans on the mouth and having explicit sexual conversations with his very young cousin - Dawson has done things that go beyond “inappropriate” and fall clearly into “wrong” “bad” “dangerous” “illegal” etc, which is all the more reason that it’s so strange to see people focusing on him fake masturbating on a poster of Willow Smith. YES doing that was gross but why is it even being compared to the way he’s been filmed interacting with fans? The lack of nuance, making “fake masturbating at a poster” and “creating a sexually abused puppet character” the same as “inappropriately touched and kissed minor fans and engaged a young child in explicit sexual conversations” is NOT GOOD. That is a bad thing. Two of those things are tasteless and two of those things are actively harmful and it’s the actively harmful stuff that we should be focusing on and part of why it’s really weird to see shit like “pizzagate conspiracist accuses James Gunn of making inappropriate jokes” like yes Gunn please don’t but can we maybe refocus and talk about the dude who can be pretty significantly assigned blame for a fucking shooting? https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2018/aug/01/james-gunn-alt-right-marvel-film-director-tweets

Actually, you know what, I thought I was done ranting, I’m not.

It’s purity culture.

YES you should attempt to do less harm with your language, YES you should attempt to not use slurs, YES you should try to avoid making rape jokes. But there’s an entire huge group of people who are willing to drag up rape jokes from a decade when rape jokes were REALLY REALLY common in order to say that nothing you say or do today matters.

And that same group is ALSO really interested in expanding the concept of what pedophilia is to include age differences in adults or liking the wrong style of drawing and it’s a purity culture silencing tactic and can we PLEASE stop pretending that gross, tasteless jokes are the same thing as actually sexually abusing people? Can we stop pretending that pointing out “rape jokes were more common fifteen years ago and I feel bad about it but that’s just the way it was and I don’t make jokes like that anymore” is the same as saying “rape isn’t bad and you shouldn’t make a big deal out of it.”

It’s always good to try to be a less shitty human but if you’re only allowed to grow and improve and be less shitty if you never fucked up in the first place then it’s all just calvinist bullshit and none of us could ever really be saved in the first place.

I dunno, dudes. We got so careful about disapproving of the wrong kind of language that we let a white supremacist concern troll Disney into firing a director who caught the attention of the alt right by shit-talking the president.

I think perhaps we need to reexamine some strategy here.

[emy-loves-you]

Sanders Sides AU-gust Day 13: Rock Band

Patton is the most popular boy in school, yet he can’t get the attention of his three crushes. When he learns that they’re all starting a band together, he becomes determined to make their dreams come true. Patton POV, endgame LAMP 

TW: Use of homophobic slur

Day 12 | Masterlist | Day 14

Patton Picani liked to think that he had superpowers. He could sway almost any person to be kind with just a smile. He could ask one question and topple an entire social norm. He could transform a nobody into a somebody with just a few words. It was his superpower, the ability to effortlessly sway the masses.

The truth was… complicated. Or rather, it was a series of scenarios and lessons that gave Patton this ‘superpower.’ The people who gave them to him? His parents, Emile and Remy Picani.

Emile and Remy loved their son very much and taught them everything they knew. This wasn’t a bad thing; Patton soaked up the lessons like a sponge. But the parents each had different things to teach him. Emile taught Patton everything he knew as a therapist so he could avoid conflicts. How to tell what someone’s feeling, what to say when someone’s upset, etc. Remy taught Patton how to grow up in a world turned against him. How to tell the difference between real and fake friends, how to lie with a straight face, how to spot a bully, etc. Emile helped Patton be confident in expressing himself with pastel colors and skirts. Remy helped Patton never lose a game of poker. So before Patton even started elementary school, he knew how to use his ‘superpowers.’

Patton also learned things on his own throughout the years. He learned that bullies were feared but not trusted. He learned that teacher’s pets would tell on you at a moment’s notice. He learned how to control the rumor mill, and which friends would stab him in the back. So in their tiny town with only three elementary schools, two middle schools, and one high school, Patton rose to power quickly. But Patton wouldn’t abuse his power. No, Patton tried to make a difference. He offered teacher’s pets protection and popularity in exchange for getting bullies suspended. He kept the rumor mill focused on the popular kids and away from the nobodies that couldn’t protect themselves. He ruined the lives of violent jocks and snotty rich kids with a few words and a disapproving frown. Bullying reached an all-time low, and by the time Patton was in high school he was the ‘friend’ of almost everyone in the city under the age of 21 (and all their parents. Patton was a model citizen, no one could dislike him).

But there was a cost for Patton’s power. Even though he was technically ‘friends’ with everyone, he didn’t have any actual friends. Everyone thought they were his friend, but after a while, everyone’s faces started to look the same. And even when they did catch Patton’s attention, they were usually too far down the social ladder for Patton to be more than casual acquaintances with.

There were exactly three people that caught Patton’s attention, and they just so happened to be his three crushes.

The first crush came in the form of Roman Prince. Like the name implied, Roman was a Disney Prince in terms of charisma and charm. He was in every school theatre production, and almost always the lead role. He would have been a popular kid, if not for his rivalry against Janice Mayberry. Janice had been at the top of the social ladder just as long as Patton had. She was extremely pretty, and a cheerleader to boot, so not even Patton’s influence could top the sheer power she held. So outside of the theatre group, Roman was a nobody. But Roman was also daring, and just, and drop-dead gorgeous. Patton attended every single play and musical, just to see Roman on stage. But beyond giving Roman a brief ‘congratulations’ at the end of each production, Patton couldn’t talk to him.

Patton could interact with his other crush a little more. Logan Berry was the definition of a nerd. He was in all advanced classes, he wore ties, he never got below 95% on any test. But he wasn’t a teacher’s pet. Actually, most teachers here hated Logan, for the simple fact that Logan would not let mistakes slide by. If a teacher said something wrong during a lesson, Logan spoke up. If a teacher graded something unfairly, Logan spoke up about it. The teachers always tried to report Logan for his ‘attitude,’ but the truth was he didn’t have an attitude. Logan only stated facts, and he kept his hand up politely while never having any sort of inflection in his tone. There were only a hand full of people that could make him show emotion, hence the nickname ‘robot.’ Patton wanted to speak up about the nickname, but he knew it would only draw more attention to Logan. But Logan wasn’t emotionless. He was kind, and patient, and helpful. Patton had needed help in his math classes, and his parents paid Logan to be his tutor. Patton ignored the fact the Logan was being paid to interact with him. Logan was extremely good with explanations, even when Patton couldn’t wrap his head around a concept. After a few weeks of math tutoring, Patton asked for help with English. One thing led to another, and they were basically study-buddies (with, you know, one of them being paid). But outside of study sessions, Patton couldn’t talk to him.

Then there was Virgil Storm. Virgil had transferred to their high school halfway through Freshman year. He was a loner, never seen hanging out with anyone. But something about him immediately drew in Patton’s attention. Maybe it was the (confirmed) rumors of Virgil getting kicked out of other schools due to fights. Maybe it was the way that his lips quirked every time he got a question right in class. Or maybe it was the way he looked in gym class, hoodie off and muscles exposed. Whatever the reason, Patton had been drawn to Virgil. Even if they had never spoken to each other. Well, until now.

It was September of Sophomore year, and Patton had been strolling down the hallway, minding his own business. He normally didn’t eat lunch at school, so he used this time to interact with teens outside of classes.

Crash!

Patton’s head whipped around, seeing a student shoved into the lockers. Now, that wouldn’t do at all. Patton quickly made his way to the fight, quickly recognizing the two teens. Virgil was on the ground with a bloody lip, while Jacob Smith stood over him. Jacob was captain of the football team, if Patton remembered correctly. Patton frowned as he noticed several of his ‘friends’ stand in the background but not help Virgil.

“Jacob!” Patton stepped between Virgil and Jacob, effectively pulling everyone’s attention towards him. Patton put on his best ‘disappointed’ expression. “Why are you hurting him?”

Jacob frowned. “He deserved it, Patton!”

Patton tilted his head slightly, making sure he kept the wide-eyed, innocent look. “What did he do?”

Jacob growled. “He’s a faggot that deserves to rot in Hell!”

Patton used all of his self-control to not show any of his shock. He didn’t know Jacob was such a homophobe. To use slurs and hurt a kid for being gay? That won’t do at all. Patton kept his curious look. “What does ‘faggot’ mean? Does it mean he’s a meanie?” Poor, innocent Patton wouldn’t know what that word meant. And Jacob Smith just sullied poor Patton’s mouth with those words. At least, that’s what everyone else thought.

Everyone stood in silence before someone spoke up. “It means he’s gay!” Patton couldn’t figure out who said that, but he mentally thanked them for giving him the perfect opening.

“So he got hit because he’s gay?” Patton hunched over slightly, pulling out all the stops for his ‘innocent, defenseless little lamb’ look.

Jacob smirked, glad to see that Patton was catching on. “Yeah, he deserves to be beat until he learns his lesson!”

Patton let his lip quiver as he summoned his crocodile tears. “B-but I’m gay!” While this wasn’t extremely common knowledge, it was extremely implied through Patton’s mannerisms and style of dress. Patton let the tears pour out. Several students started to approach as they caught on to what Patton was implying. “A-are you gonna b-beat me too?”

Jacob seemed to realize his mistake. “Pat-” He moved in to wrap his arms around Patton.

Patton flinched in (fake) fear, throwing his hands over his head. Still, what he yelled was loud and clear. “NO, PLEASE DON’T HURT ME!” Several students grabbed Jacob by the arms and dragged him away.

Janice approached Patton now, making sure to put some distance between them. “Are you okay, Pat?”

Patton let out a shaky sigh before lowering his arms. He gave Janice a wobbly smile. “Y-yeah. I’m gonna go wash my face in the bathroom. Can you go make sure Jacob doesn’t try this again?” Janice nodded, slinking off to wherever Jacob was dragged to. Now that all of the crowd was focused on Jacob, Patton turned his attention to Virgil. He was staring up at Patton with a mixture of awe and… fear? “C’mon, let’s go get cleaned up.” Virgil nodded mutely, getting up on his own. He grabbed his bag and a case of some sort (he probably dropped them when Jacob attacked him) before following Patton to the nearest bathroom. Patton grabbed some paper towels and got them wet before handing them to Virgil, who sat on the counter of the sinks. “Here, for your lip.” Virgil accepted it silently, dotting his lip to stem the bleeding. “I could take you to the nurse if you want.” Virgil shook his head no and Patton shrugged, moving to fix his makeup.

“Is it true?” Patton’s head shot up and Virgil looked away with a blush, hiding his face in his hoodie. “That you’re… um…”

Patton finished the question. “That I’m gay?” Virgil nodded, still blushing. “Yeah, I am. Are you also gay, or was Jacob accusing you of being gay for no reason?” Because if Virgil wasn’t gay, then that was an entirely different can of worms to deal with (one of which being Patton’s crush on him).

Virgil nodded. “Yeah, Jacob had seen my phone screen with me and my boyfriends.”

Patton tilted his head. He didn’t know that Virgil had boyfriends. “Can I see?” Virgil nodded, slowly taking out his phone to show Patton the lock screen. Logan, Roman and Virgil all stared at him, huddled under a mass of blankets. Patton felt his heart constrict at the fact that all of his crushes were dating each other so Patton didn’t have a chance, and smiled. “Awe, you look so cute together!” He moved to resume working on his makeup and accidentally bumped Virgil’s case with his foot. “What do you have in there?” He asked, genuinely curious.

Virgil blushed. “It’s a guitar. Me and my boyfriends were gonna practice after school.”

Patton let his eyebrows raise in shock. “You guys play guitar?”

Virgil turned even redder. “I do. Roman does bass and Logan does drums. We have a small band called The Sides. It’s nothing really.”

Patton’s eyes lit up. “You have a band? That’s so cool! Do you play at parties?” Patton hadn’t been to many parties lately.

Virgil sighed. “No, not yet. I don’t think we’ll ever be good enough for that.”

Patton shook his head. “I bet you are! Do you know how awesome it would be to have a live band at your party instead of some lame DJ? I promise, once you start promoting yourself, people will be begging to hire you!” Suddenly, the bell went off, signaling the end of lunch. “Oh, I’ve gotta go. See you later!”

Patton made a note to bring up playing instruments with Logan during their next study session. Even if Patton could never be romantically involved with his crushed, he could still make them happy. And if that meant pulling a few strings to make them the most popular music group in school?

Well, Patton was willing to pull a few strings for them.

[vidimillion]

“You're gonna have to get through me first, and you won't."

hi. i wrote a Jasico AU based off this quote. spent an hour and a half busting this thing out lol. might be part one? of me writing AUs based off quotes? idk yet. enjoy.

let's say it's a highschool mortal au

everyone knows jason grace as the ever-perfect golden boy, who never got less than an A on his tests and never lost a touchdown in a game of football (plus, gets every vote in student council elections)

and far less people know nico di angelo. everyone has heard of the psycho quiet kid who's still goth in 2020 and prone to starting fights. everyone's heard of that kid, but no one's heard of nico

everyone has also been viciously told to stay away from the guy. including jason.

so get this. one day during history class (one of jason's favourites, second only to art class), jason gets a phone call and excuses himself to answer it. no one knows what it was, but everyone in class was silently baffled when the bell rung and he still hadn't come back

meanwhile, nico's skipping class for whatever reason

surprise surprise they bump into each other in the halls. nico notices that something's off about jason's behavior. he seemed jumpy, made up two different excuses about what he was doing or where he was going. nico didn't know shit about jason except for his reputation, but something in his gut told him jason isn't all good right now.

nico thinks it may be related to how jason's sky blue eyes seem too grey to be perfectly fine

one of jason's excuses is that he just wanted to get a snack. nico lets him go but jason heads the opposite way, towards the exit doors instead of the vending machine

nico asks if he's gonna get a snack and jason yells back that he changed his mind

nico calls out to him, heads over to the vending machine and hits it's side. the glass face pops right up, exposing the snacks within

nico says offhandedly that percy once mentioned that jason likes twix bars. nico asks if that's true and before jason can confirm it nico grabs a twix and closes the face again

"don't rat me out for this, okay?" nico says, shoving the bar into jason's arms, "this is my one allotted good deed per day, and something's off about you."

nico begins to walk off, yelling at himself in his brain and shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket. he doesn't see jason's ears go red or hear jason stutter out a "t-thanks."

the next day percy, a mutual friend of both jason and nico's, hands nico a twix bar and tells him jason told him to give it to him "as a thanks for yesterday"

wondering what nico did yesterday, percy bothers him about it all day but nico doesn't answer

it's a little while later when nico sees jason in the art room after school and stares a little. he'd never say it out loud but he thinks it's a little endearing to watch-- someone so tall and built hunched over a pad of paper, sketching away as he sticks his tongue out in concentration.

he thinks it's a little endearing, watching someone like jason, all tall and scary and serious-looking, look kind of cute

he doesn't realize he's no longer lingering in the hall until he trips over something nearly falls through the door of the art room

he catches jason's shocked eyes and sputters out an apology before moving to leave, but jason stops him

jason suddenly realizes that he doesn't have anything to say exactly. except, he knows he still wants the sweet but scary-looking mystery boy to stay. so that's what he asks him to do.

miraculously, nico ends up agreeing and now he's sat next to jason fucking grace. jason fuckin grace who does his best to continue his drawing but finds that nothing can expel the awkward air between them. not even his favourite activity

normally nico wouldn't give a fuck, just in general. normally, he wouldn't have even said yes to staying. but nico fuckin said yes and now he's gotta pay for that, apparently.

so, hesitantly, nico asks what jason's drawing

jason's face falls and nico scrambles to tell him that he doesn't have to answer that. that since they don't know each other nico isn't entitled to an answer, but even if they did know each other nobody is entitled to share something they may not wanna share, and now nico is rambling and saying that he should probably leave--

jason doesn't let him. jason wants him to stay and tells him that.

jason doesn't know why he wants nico to stay so bad. nico doesn't know what about jason is making him turn into a wreck.

except he does know, even a little

so nico stays and jason tells him that he's drawing a portrait of a cat. his cat, his beautiful cat named tempest who he's had since he was a kid. a gorgeous black turkish angora with brilliant blue eyes.

jason explains how, on the day he and nico had bumped into each other, jason had just gotten a call from his older sister that tempest had died.

and jason finds himself growing sad without his permission, and the feeling of the air around them has changed. nico is the only one around, and he can't comfort a person for shit.

he has to try though, because no one likes being stuck with a sad guy as their only company. and maybe nico feels weird at leaving a sad jason grace to stay sad

the grey returns to jason's sky-coloured eyes and nico doesn't really like it

so he can't comfort people for shit but he finds himself trying. somehow, something he says works.

unconsciously, things start to become a schedule. it starts slowly, bumping into each other in the halls and sometimes nico catches jason still drawing things

and it keeps going like that until they seem to be seeing each other every day. talking every day.

they talk about how nico doesn't like starting fights, but people start them with him and he's always the one to finish them. they talk about how the school activities jason's parents forced him into take more out of him then he lets on.

they didn't intend to get close. they didn't intend to become friends. but neither of them regret it

and additionally, they are always alone. with only each other for company. they didn't quite realize they liked it that way until they came to the art room once and there were still people there, hanging around after the events of rachel dare's school-sponsored art auction. so they move to the roof, and they like it better there.

(though nico will always complain about the heat of the sun, but jason knows nico doesn't mean it)

and one day jason gets there early. or either he's early or nico's late, because there never seems to be an exact time for... this. jason decides to wait and nico still isn't there. he waits a little longer, and then a little longer, until the sun has beaten down on him so hard jason thinks he might've gotten a sunburn

begrudgingly, he decides to return downstairs. before he can decide whether or not he should just leave or look for nico, he hears a commotion down the hall.

jason rounds the corner and doesn't know what he expected. though he didn't expect the group of boys, crowding around someone. and without knowing who it is, jason's blood already begins to boil as he hears the words they're saying

"you're such a fucking freak." one says. "what are you, a fucking faggot?" another spits. and then one goes to shove the boy in the middle, and as the smaller figure topples to the ground, jason sees familiar black hair and black eyes.

jason's vision goes red.

before he even realizes, he'd stalked over and pushed the boys out of the way. he turned his back to nico, doing his best to cover him as he growls at them.

"If you want to fuck with him, you're gonna have to get through me first, and you won't."