#it was the ones who were miserable bitches in TW fandom and who shit on the save the wilds efforts and who constantly antagonized others by

[puthyflapps]

I'ma level with you I didn't vibe with wn the first season and still think the name is dumb as fuck. but season two was really interesting. and despite the stupid name it still shouldn't have been cancelled because it's ratings were fucking great.

I wasn’t actively rooting against the show by any means but did I perhaps laugh a little or chuckle somewhat when some of the worst and most annoying people that left the wilds fandom and moved onto WN got fucked again? Maybe 🫣🤭 he he ha ha they’re back in the trenches with the rest of us now

I just go ahead and assume any sapphic Netflix show is getting axed if they don’t announce renewal within a month of the show airing. Ratings and reviews mean nothing to them. FK had insane viewership levels and it cost them $5 dollars to produce and they still cancelled it. I just always assume the worst now. Goodbye bury your gays. Hello cancel your gays

[infinitecrime]

It's not his fault but I am starting to feel a little bitter towards Chris // Same. It sucks, but same, lol. I am really wondering about why Chris has always gotten off clean compared to Seb. Sure, he has more star power, but really. Also, in terms of 'problematic' platonic or romantic associates, past-cases of foot-in-mouth, etc, he is at least on an equal level with Seb, if not above. I suppose its partly because he is more outspoken on sm and has always maintained distance to fans.

It really does suck, because Chris is such a sweetheart and his fandom is much more sensible and kind, and it's not his or his fans fault that Seb fans have gone off the deep end. But I still can't help but feel resentful, watching him doing the exact same things and get nothing but positivity back. And again, it's not that I want him to face backlash - it's that I don't want either of them too, but Seb is, and Chris isn't, and it doesn't sit right with me. In terms of problematic associations, ill thought out comments, and even Covid travel and adhering to guidelines (in my opinion frequent cross country travel, frequently meeting friends and family and having gatherings are worse than a private vacation with one person in terms of potential spread) he's no better than Seb. I'm sure they're both taking the precautions they need, but Chris has been given that benefit of the doubt and forgiveness whereas Seb hasn't. Chris is allowed to be a flawed human being and fall short of completely perfect, and Seb isn't.

And even Ale, for all I don't care for her, has not done anything that Florence Pugh, Scarlett Johansson, RDJ, and Chris Hemsworth (with his infamous 'Cowboys and Indians' party that he took almost a year to apologise for) haven't done. Of course, they're all in the wrong and need to take the time to educate themselves on the difference between appropriation and appreciation, but why is she an irredeemable racist bitch who should die, and Seb is a racism apologist for being associated with her, but they're all fine? Their partners and friends (including Chris Evans?) are fine being associated with them and not publically addressing it?

The double standards are ridiculous, and it's not Chris or his fandom's fault at all, but it still stings a little seeing the same people who were just foaming at the mouth over a throwback picture of Seb and his friends completely uncritically sharing videos from the Evans' family gathering, Scott's dates, Chris' friends at his house, etc. Or sharing cute pics of Chris and friends and ex-girlfriends who are 'problematic' while spewing vile xenophobic misogynistic shit in Ale's comments.

There is a level of maturity, not crossing boundaries and reacting with kindness in Chris' fandom that makes it a pleasant experience to be in it (not that I am really - I like him but I'm a one hyperfixation at a time kind of girl). I feel like it used to exist in Seb's fandom, but now it's completely disappeared. Maybe it will come back when lockdown is over and these people have hobbies and jobs again. Maybe it can only exist when Seb is single so they can imagine themselves as his girlfriend, but a fandom where the celebrity has to be miserable and alone in order to be supported and not abused by his fans is honestly a depressing thought. Maybe TF&TWS coming out will make things better. Maybe it'll make things worse. Either way, where we're at now, and the way it has now extended beyond fandom spaces and started affecting his irl friends and relationships, is unacceptable and unsustainable.

[vohalika]

The Clitical Discordening

So by basically shitposting vaguely into the wind, I got involved with… something. Oh boy.

What the hell is going on?

Two days ago, a blog called “defenderofcrqueers” run by an 18 year old acequeer French girl called Sofia, calling herself tired of predatory lesbians, started a series of call out posts on a BeauYasha Discord Server which, from what I have been able to gather, is actually called Clitical Hole

The blog and the posts have been deleted

The first post was reblogged 40 times by the person who made it. 40 times. I counted.

In the posts, Sofia made serious accusations of transpbobia, biphobia, and aphobia, which some of the screenshots provided corroborated

There was also a section labelled xenophobia, which contained someone saying “fuck the French”

Put a pin in that

In between that were also “general violent behavior” or “objectifying the cast/each other” and liberate usage of trigger warnings, most memorable being “tw: lesbians”

Those posts very clearly already read as people shooting the shit with each other, making fun of being called predatory lesbians, talking about their personal relationships in sometimes maybe bad phrasing or poor taste, but that’s, you know, a matter of taste

The ratio between benign stuff and serious accusations was roughly 50:50, balanced enough for it to not be clearly discernable whether it was serious or not

Again, the blog itself reblogged this 40. Times. It got maybe 100 notes total.

I found this because a friend linked it in our 4 people discord after she got it from the mod of another discord

This led me to make two posts; one just vaguely making fun of how badly you can fuck up a call out post, and another explaining to an anon what had happened.

I stand by all of the points made in there, under the assumption that this was someone trying to do what has recently been done to a Fjorester discord server and failing miserably, while the members of the server largely treated it as a joke

Parts 2 and 3 were published, too, not reblogged 40 times. They contained more of the same, with some of the usual ace discourse you see all over tumblr in it

You know, claims that aces want to be oppressed to badly, acehets aren’t lgbtq, just the usual stuff you see everywhere which made it look pretty genuine.

Members of the server in question largely considered this a joke and trolled the author of the posts on the blog.

There were hints of a 4th post coming, including racism and antisemitism. You know, things a tad bit more serious than a bunch of lesbians being horny towards each other.

After sleeping on it for another day, I made a third post. Again, everything is now deleted, but keep in mind there were serious accusations and some pretty disgusting things in the screenshots.

This post was updated after the “saviorofcrqueers” blog and everything on it was deleted

Now I’ll have you know that my 3 posts on the subject had maybe 30 notes between them, largely by the same people. That’s fewer times than the blog self-reblogged the first post!

And yet somehow my posts were screenshotted and posted by the server in question, leading to of its members to contact me to clear the air

I will stress that these members have been nothing but polite to me

After talking things over with them and asking a few choice questions I’ll get into later, a new blog, “notallwhatitseems”, which is still up at the time of writing this, reblogged my most current post, owning up to all of this having been a prank to get back at the server for insulting her home country of France

So everything about that server is fake?

Well. Mostly?

For the record, I am not a member, have never been a member, and have no interest in ever being a member. It is not my ship and the general tone is not my vibe. In fact, they are very much against my ship, out of everything the fake call out included the 52 pages of BeauJester hate are probably the least manipulated and the most real, and you know what? That’s their prerogative. As I said in my first post, back in my days, people would raid tags with hate and then get raided back. Making your own community to hate on rival ships to your community is progress here. Godspeed.

(Ship hate, of course, rarely exists in a vacuum and can feature other shit, blah. I’m talking about it in isolation here. This is seriously not the most pressing issue by a long shot.)

The general tone of what I’ve seen from the server, even when it was kinda funny sometimes, is also just, plain and simple, not my cup of tea. Very frequently in what I consider to be poor taste. And that is fine, too. I’m not here to police how anyone talks to their friends in a private space outside of, you know, actual bigotry. To quote one of the people who got in contact with me:

So the two members who got into contact with me after seeing my post on the server. Source S is more of an outsider looking in, source Y is, from what I can tell, very much involved with this and was featured in some of the screenshots.

They both, independently of each other, confirmed to me that the transphobia and biphobia weren’t real, either manipulated or taken out of context, and that there’s actually a lot of trans people on the server. They also both reported that no one knew what the alleged racism and antisemitism would have been; probably members of color or Jewish members making fun of themselves.

So. Is that legit? I’m inclined to say sure. Three people confirmed this. Until anyone else comes forward, this is as far as it goes.

Except for the aphobia.

Source S told me unprovoked that there is indeed very standard aphobia going on in that server. I asked source Y about it, here’s what she said:

However, I would be amiss not to mention that the only person in this situation who identifies as asexual has said the following:

And, like. It is probably not my place to speak over what an actual ace person thinks about this, is it?

Wait, is that?

It sure is! I figured if I was already talking to primary sources here, I could as well talk to the primary primary source. Which I will now post unabridged.

At time of writing, there has been no response to that. And that conveniently also answers the probably most pressing question:

Why are you even posting this?

Or, in the words of an anon I received this morning in Germany and also France:

Anon, I’m not gonna delete shit.

Why? Because I think this is kinda important.

As you can see in the conversation up there, it really, really rubs me the wrong way when you abuse call out posts as a prank. Like, yeah, I am aware the whole concept has been meme’d to death on tumblr anyway and really bad call out posts have a long tradition. However, you kinda gotta put this into context, don’t you?

We’ve had a discord server called out for saying vile shit in this fandom before. First of all, the willingness to even hint at (and then reblog yourself for 40 times) another discord server being similar kinds of bad, toxic, and possibly harmful is pretty callous. Like, yeah, the post got no reach and I have even less, but throwing a community you apparently care about under the bus like that is, you know, not a very nice and actually kinda callous thing to do.

And second, fake accusations of bigotry hurt everyone affected by that bigotry. Yes, even in tumblr call out post format. The comical overuse of trigger warnings, a concept that is wildly mocked and misunderstood in the first place, is already in very poor taste. Manipulating content to believably depict pretty violent transphobia? Crosses a few lines.

Like, if you’re gonna do it for a joke, stick to posting the things that made members of the server celebrate themselves in the comments as “the funniest bitches on the internet”. And maybe don’t reblog it yourself 40 times, that shows a certain kind of conviction, doesn’t it?

I’m not gonna comment any further on the motivation behind this; as I said, my brain does not compute patriotism and I find it equally likely that “Sofia” is fucking with me, as she was with everyone else. I entertained the thought of this post being fake kinda from the beginning because the identities so perfectly fit several things being called out; xenophobia against the French at the forefront, of course.

Like, the only thing that made me believe in this being a genuine but misguided attempt at a legitimate call-out was the apparently manipulated content out of context and the fact that the OP apparently believed in their own post enough to reblog it 40 times.

So what my issue is here comes down to a crying wolf kind of thing: A fear that this goes down as a great prank, and the next time someone comes forward about fucked up things going on in a fandom space, everyone has gotta wonder if the tw: lesbians insulted France again. Something that by my estimation happens about five times an hour on the internet anyway.

Everyone, call out responsibly.

  (Yes I know I am basically contributing to how this incident will be remembered here. But at least it’s, you know, full of a whole lot of context.)

(Also, Sofia has used two throwaways, so at least that’s something she’s smart about. It’s why I don’t feel too bad about not censoring her name here. I expect the “notwhatitlookslike” blog to be gone by morning. Well, maybe afternoon, it is a little late in both Germany and France.)

[5typesoftrash]

Good Morning, Darkest Secrets

For @specialagentrin because goddammit, she has inspired me to write so much fic recently. It isn’t even funny. I loveeeeeeee youuuuuuuuuu

RATING T RELATIONSHIPS Dean/Cas, Sam/Cas FANDOM Supernatural Words 2,715 Comments/Warnings angst, pining, unrequited love (I’ll let you see which side), tw: suicidal thoughts/actions/ideation, depression, tw: abuse

***

A boy climbs through his window. “Ow!” he says when he hits the floor.

Dean sits up in bed and looks at him. “Who are you?” he asks. The boy sits up.

“Huh,” he says instead of answering, peering at Dean’s face in the dark. “I must have overshot. I’m looking for Sam Winchester.”

Dean closes his eyes in exasperation. “Wrong bedroom,” he manages. “Sammy’s down the hall. Why are you breaking into our house?”

The kid shrugs. “Felt like it. Which door?”

Dean watches him. He moves weird, kinda like Sam and Dean themselves do, and Dean wonders what that means. He’s almost got it, it’s on the tip of his tongue-

“First on your right. If he hits you, I wasn’t here.”

The kid glances over his shoulder and flashes Dean a grin that makes his knees weak. “I’ll remember that.”

Dean is ten years old.

--

The boy’s name is Castiel. He’s in Sam’s class. He’s seven. (Sam is eight.)

Dean learns all of this the next morning at breakfast, after his dad’s yelling wakes him up. Something about Sam having a boy in his bed and how John refuses to let his sons be homos. Whatever that means.

Mary calms him down with a soft voice and a hand on his arm and invites Castiel to breakfast. Dean’s eyes follow this mysterious new boy the whole way down the stairs.

Castiel’s shoulders still shift awkwardly under his coat (which Dean can see in the light of day is a trench coat. He didn’t know those came small enough for seven-year-olds) and Dean still burns to find out why that looks so familiar. But he refrains.

There are things he can’t blurt out at the breakfast table.

Mary gives Castiel three slices of toast and almost half their jam. He stares at it with wide eyes for almost thirty seconds. “It’s food,” Dean says helpfully. “You eat it. Are you okay?”

Castiel looks up at him with blue eyes free of guile or blame. “Are you sure you can spare this much?” he asks of the entire room. “I wouldn’t want to be a bother.”

“Dude, nobody talks like that,” Dean tells him, laughing. Mary smacks the back of his head.

“Yes, of course we can. I wouldn’t give it to you if we couldn’t scrape by.”

Castiel looks down at his plate in shame. “This is more food than I’ve gotten at one meal in three years.”

Dean’s mouth drops open. “No way.”

Castiel turns red and takes a bite of his toast. No one says anything else. Mary tells Dean off later for being rude and insensitive.

Dean is still fascinated.

--

Castiel is new in town, but he stays for a long time. He starts coming home from school with Sam every day. They’re obviously best friends.

Dean is… Dean is jealous.

Of Sam.

That’s never happened before.

He hangs out in the same room as them a lot of the time, but they are always very obviously hanging out with each other. He’s just the weird big brother who’s also there.

And Cas – Dean has no idea when he became ‘Cas’ – seems to avoid him at all costs, if he can. Dean tries not to push. He just doesn’t know why Cas is so uncomfortable around him. But it doesn’t matter, because it goes away after a few months. By July, they’re all hanging out together, playing Mario Kart and marathoning Star Wars.

But Dean is still jealous.

--

Dean’s a freshman when Sam starts middle school. He and Cas have three of six classes together, and Cas comes over to study every chance he gets. Dean stopped being jealous of Sammy around the end of seventh grade, but he thinks he’ll always be bitter that Cas seems to prefer Sam to him.

Especially at night, when he opens the little box that he keeps locked in the back of his mind. It sits on a shelf, gathering dust, and inside are all the feelings, the thoughts, the little things Dean catalogued in those first two years. Dean shoved them all in their when he realized what it was, and he never lets them out, except when he’s miserable and alone.

He’s spent the last two years since then praying that it would go away. He needs it to go away. He can’t be like this, he can’t be a freak, he can’t be that thing that his father was so scared of when Dean was just ten years old. He can’t.

He is.

One day, he lays on the floor of Sam’s room with his giant-ass AP World History textbook wide open on his face when Sam says it.

“I kissed Cas today.”

Sam is on his bed, on his stomach, flipping through his Alg-one notebook, trying to make sense of the notes he took in class. He says it nonchalantly, out of the blue, and Dean almost does a spit take.

“Um.” Dean’s voice is muffled by the college ruled pages above him. He sits up and closes the book. “You did what now?” he asks incredulously.

Sam looks at him evenly. His hair is a little bit too long – he’s been growing it out this year. Dean tried to talk him out of it, but he wouldn’t listen. “I kissed him,” he repeats.

There’s a pause, then Dean says, “well, what happened?”

Sam scoffs. “See, this is why I didn’t want to tell you! Nothing happened. I liked a guy, I kissed him, he kissed back, end of story.”

“He kissed back?” Dean doesn’t know why he can’t seem to process any of the information that’s being thrown at him. (That’s a lie; it’s because he’s so fucking blindsided by all of this that he can barely register Sammy likes guys, let alone Sammy likes the guy that I like or the guy that I like likes Sammy back.) “So what now? Are you like… boyfriends?”

Sam shrugs. “We haven’t gotten that far. It was at lunch break and we haven’t seen each other since.”

Dean rolls his eyes. “Don’t you have fifth together?”

“Yeah, we sit on opposite sides of the room and we were doing a lab today so we couldn’t even email back and forth like we usually do in that class.”

Dean lets out a whoosh of air and collapses back onto the floor. “Alright then. Well, good luck.” He doesn’t know what else he’s supposed to say.

Sam makes a derisive noise. “Right. Thanks, Dean.”

“Whatever, bitch.”

Sam flips him off without looking away from his notes. “Exactly, jerk.”

Dean is miserable now.

--

They are boyfriends.

Dean discovers this six days later. It’s Tuesday, which is a cursed day in his opinion, because it’s the day he dies every week. (Tuesdays are inspection day. He has to wear his uniform into school and he’s not allowed to touch anybody or wear a hat.) And now it’s more cursed because it will forever be the day that Castiel Novak told him he was dating his brother immediately after spilling iced coffee on him.

“Okay, asshole, it is on,” Dean snarls, only kind of playing. “This is my ROTC uniform. How fuckin’ dare you.”

Cas just laughs when Dean shoves him. “Dean, I apologized. I’ll get it dry cleaned for you.”

Dean grumbles as he wads up napkins and dabs at it. “You don’t have the money for that,” he says finally. “I’ll do it myself.”

Cas closes his mouth, then opens it again to say, “are you going to kill me if I date your brother?”

Dean’s head snaps up. “Why would I kill you?”

Cas can’t meet his eyes. “Well, you’re incredibly protective of him, and when I first moved here, you didn’t seem to… like me very much.”

Dean scoffs. “Fuck me,” he sings under his breath. “Nah, man, you’re great. I’m just a dick like that. But don’t worry about it, okay? No, go ahead and date Sam. He’s been crushing on you for like, ever.”

Cas looks incredibly relieved. “Great,” he says quietly. “Good. Thank you.”

Dean just nods his acknowledgment and waves Cas away. He needs to hit the road in the next fifteen minutes if he’s gonna get to the school on time, and Cas and Sam have to catch their bus.

(Dean fails his inspection that day.)

--

Cas is a freshman when Dean finally finds out why he moves funny.

Dean is a junior, and he’s about .3 GPA away from dropping out of high school, and he goes to pick Cas up one day because he is the one chaperoning Cas and Sam’s dates. Because their parents don’t even know Sam’s gay.

(Bi? He mighta said he was bi. Dean really has no idea, all his tiny brain has room for is Sam likes Cas.)

He walks into Cas’s house and the first thing he hears is the wet smack of flesh on flesh. The second thing he hears is something thwip-ing through the air. The third thing he hears is crying. The fourth thing he hears is Cas’s voice, and Cas is begging.

“Please stop,” he cries. “Please, Luci, I’ll do anything, please! Just stop!”

Dean pushes the door open and there are three boys inside it. One looks about a year older than Dean, with pale hair and evil-looking eyes. One is Castiel, who looks terrified, like a deer in headlights as he stares wide-eyed at Dean. And one is shorter, sandier, unconscious, and bleeding.

“Did you kill him?” he demands the tall one. He assumes this is Luci, especially considering the bloody gashes on Cas’s exposed back – holy shit, Cas isn’t wearing a shirt and Dean has only just registered that – that match the bloody metal end of the belt Luci’s holding.

Cas kneels, in Luci’s moment of distraction, to press two fingers to the short one’s throat. “He’s alive,” he whispers, and his voice wavers and breaks. Dean glares at the tall guy.

“Get the hell out of here,” he commands. Luci looks confused and defiant but leaves the room. Dean pulls out his phone and dials 911.

“Who was that?” he asks when they’re riding in the back of an ambulance. Cas doesn’t look at him.

“One of the twins, the two oldest. Lucifer. He likes to hurt the rest of us. He does it for sport.”

Dean purses his lips. “Right,” he whispers. “I should’ve known.”

Cas does look at him then. “Why should you have known?”

Dean meets his eyes with sorrow. “Cause I’m an abuse victim too.”

--

Somehow, Sam and Cas are still going strong by their sophomore year, celebrating 3 years in October. On their anniversary (the fourth), Cas stands outside of their house with a big sign. Dean sees him through the open front door.

He stands in the doorway to read it. It says “HOMECOMING?” Dean grins.

“Yeah!” he shouts. Cas shakes his head, laughing.

Tell Sam, he mouths. Dean turns his head and shouts up the stairs.

“Sammy, I’m taking your boyfriend to homecoming!”

“Whatever, jerk!” Sam yells back.

“You won’t be saying that when we’re doin’ it in a limo, bitch!” Dean declares, then drops a wink at Cas and disappears back into the house.

--

Sam still seems happy by junior year. Dean has long since dropped out by now and is working part-time with their uncle Bobby. He never sees Cas anymore, and that’s probably for the better, considering that every time he does, he is in desperate need of a cold shower.

Sam still raves about him obliviously, and Dean still listens with a straight face – a talent he’s mastered after years of hiding his own stupid bullshit. Dean doesn’t let on. He’s gotten very, very good at not letting on.

He breaks down, once, and Sam finds him. It’s embarrassing and humiliating, and it’s made more so by the fact that he can’t even explain to his brother why he’s crying on the floor of the bathroom. Sam doesn’t seem to care, though. He just grabs Dean and pulls him close to his chest and doesn’t let him go for a very, very long time.

Dean hates everything.

--

Dean hates how amazing his little brother is. Sam is such a great person, and he deserves the kind of happiness he’s found with Cas. They’ve been together for six years and they’re both so much happier than they were before. Dean’s seen the change happen firsthand.

He hates how much he resents it. He hates how much he wishes he could ruin it for them. He hates how terrible a person he is, for wanting to destroy this beautiful thing that Sam managed to create for himself out of the ashes of their old life.

He hates himself.

Dean has Castiel’s phone number. He’s used it a grand total of once.

He uses it now.

You and Sam deserve each other is all his message says. It doesn’t say any of the other hundreds of things he wants it to say. It doesn’t say that Dean’s a coward. It doesn’t say that Dean is a terrible person who doesn’t deserve Cas’s friendship. It doesn’t say that Dean hopes Cas and Sam are happy together. It doesn’t say that Dean hopes everyone’s happier without him.

It doesn’t say that if all goes well, Dean will be dead before Cas reads that text message.

He almost jumps out the fourth-story window. He manages to stop himself.

He spends the night in the hospital with a pump in his stomach.

Sam is the only family member who waits with him.

--

Shit hits the fan when Sam comes home for Christmas break. He’s been off at Stanford for three months – and Cas with him, because Cas swore to follow Sam anywhere – and they both come home for two weeks in the end of December.

Mom’s dead; she killed herself eighteen months ago. Dad was killed in a drunk driving crash. Sam and Dean are all alone, just the two of them and Cas and uncle Bobby.

Bobby pays for the house, the upkeep, the water and electric; he takes care of everything so that Dean can keep living there, in Lawrence, in a huge fucking house that he doesn’t need, all on his own.

He should just sell the place, move to Palo Alto to be near his brother, and get a tiny apartment for less than a thousand dollars a month if he can hack it.

He doesn’t sell it because it’s the last place their mom was alive.

Sam and Cas come home and they all get a tree together. They decorate it on the nineteenth. On the twenty-second, Sam asks Dean why he’s been avoiding them all break.

“I’m not avoiding you guys,” Dean denies, even though he is.

“Then why won’t you look at me? Why haven’t you said more than five words to Cas since we’ve been here? Why do you spend all your time holed up in your room?”

Dean rolls his eyes and tries to shrug it off, but then Sam says something that cuts deep.

“Do you still not approve of me dating him?”

Dean freezes.

“What?”

Sam’s face looks broken. “He’s tried so hard to win you over, to make you like him. Do you still hate him that much?”

Dean can’t hold it in anymore. He can’t.

“No, I don’t!” he screams. “I never hated him! He’s my best friend, man, and I care about him as much as you do! But no, I don’t approve of you dating him.”

“Why not?” Sam asks. His cheeks are glistening and his face is broken. His eyes look hopeless.

“Because I’m in love with your boyfriend, Sammy!” Dean yells.

There’s silence for fourteen seconds before someone speaks.

“I should leave.”

Dean glances around. Cas is standing in the doorway. He presses his eyes closed.

“You weren’t supposed to hear that,” he whimpers.

“Yeah, well, I did,” Cas replies. He pushes past Dean and leaves the front door open when he walks through it. Sam shoots Dean a look and follows him.

As they walk away from him, Dean thinks he’s just ruined the only thing he had left that was actually important to him.

Good going, Dean.

[what-the-fuck-is-anime]

For the sake of people who are uncomfortable reading about sexual assault this is under a cut. TW

Every time. Every time I think this episode, or even this show is at its worst it manages to make me even more nauseous. This is disgusting. She is literally being assaulted as a joke, after she was turned into a pretty near-corpse, after she had the climax of her taken from her and given to Jojo, after both Cars and Jojo made fun of her for being a weak woman, after they established she was the strongest Ripple user on the planet. Lisa Lisa had any respect taken away from her and was turned into a sexy plaything and pardon me for being blunt but how the FUCK can anyone write all of this and not feel, what is the word, bad? Nauseous? Guilty? Any sort of voice that says “hm gee maybe we do not need all of this to happen...” or “Hm maybe anyone respects her ever” or “HM MAYBE WE SHOULD LET LISA LISA HAVE HER MOMENT OF COOL THAT SHE SUFFERED THROUGH THE ENTIRE SEASON FOR”

This is not even the first time someone gets casually sexually assaulted this is at LEAST the FIFTH this season

I am trying so hard to put these thoughts into words. I am mortified. Honest to fuck I thought she would die and it would be over. First I thought her being made fun of for being a woman was the end. Then I thought her being stabbed was the end. Then I thought her being left to die was the end. Then I thought her being called a prop was the end. I

There is such a world of a difference between calling sexual assault bad and becoming so incredibly comfortable portraying it in such horrible ways. And given how frequently this has happened and how protagonists were complicit in it (Jojo threatens to assault a girl to get her to move. Jojo watching girls get assaulted at gunpoint in an EXTREMELY UNCOMFORTABLY LONG SEGMENT OF THEM CRYING and using it as an opportunity instead of trying to help or caring at all! Caesar casually assaulting a passerby! Not quite nearly as bad but Jojo trying to peak on Lisa Lisa! Stroheim forced women to lick his face and now is getting portrayed as a hero while Lisa Lisa is faced with THIS)

I have no idea how to put this into fucking words. I have no idea what words are appropriate to how to express how appalled I am.

But here are some!

And here are some more!

And some more!

Every single woman in this season is either used in terms of being sexy or to be assaulted. Except for Erina, because she was already assaulted last season. Here is a rundown of every woman with more than a few seconds of screen time. In order. And if I missed any, let me know.

-Woman in the cafe. Jojo threatens to assault her.

-Journalist who got kidnapped. She got kidnapped, had a man shove his hand in her mouth, had her molar ripped out in the most sexual way possible, and was left screaming in pain after Jojo called her an ugly bitch.

-The women being forced to shave Stroheim. The one that messed up is forced to lick his face while her friends are powerless to help.

-The women trying to get back into their town. They were forced to strip and were molested at gunpoint. And then Jojo responded with this shit

-Caesar’s date. She exists only to be used as a kissing dummy while showing off to Jojo.

-The tourist girl. Caesar grabbed her, forcibly kissed her, hypnotized her, and then Jojo shoves a fucking bird in her mouth.

-Lisa Lisa is introduced in terms of not being cute. Called ugly. Repeatedly insulted for being a woman. Repeatedly had her entire life disrespected. Had her arc taken away. Jojo tried to peep on her naked. She got stabbed and left for death, she got molested while dying.

-Susie Q. Love interest. Almost all dialogue is either flirting or her being attacked, controlled, tortured, and used as a pincushion.

There are TWO new named women in this season and those are Lisa Lisa and Susie Q. And I bet you anything that if Jojo did not need a love interest that Susie Q would not exist in the first place or would have been killed off.

This show is so hyper sexual in fifty different uncomfortable ways, and so...horrible? People discuss the assault right? Nobody considers that entertainment right? Am I the only one who feels sick to the stomach watching this? Am I the only one that wants a girl to have a good day for once? There are no girls having a good day here. There is nothing positive happening to any of these women aside from Susie Q looking forward to presumably marry Jojo, and that is only happening because I presume he needs to have a son somehow.

I received a lot of messages that were hesitant to admit that this show is misogynist. Some said it was, but that it was appropriate for the 80s. I hate to break it to you but assault is not appropriate for the 80s, and THIS MUCH SEXUAL ASSAULT IS IN A SHITTY LITTLE LEAGUE OF ITS OWN. And that aside, women are not a new invention! They have existed for quite a bit longer than anime!

There are hentai. They exist. They have assault in them. But I cannot think of anything that is considered a “classic” that has everything listed here going on at once without being considered some form of porno. This is violent and gory and violent against women and has so much stuff that judging from the reactions I have been receiving these past few days, have been completely disregarded by the bulk of the fandom. So here comes my speech again.

I do not give two hecks if you like this show. You can love it until the moment you die, more than anything else in the world. But NO amount of love is going to cancel out all of the horrible and terrible things that are portrayed. And NO amount of love should exempt anyone from acknowledging these things. The fact that I feel physically ill watching every shitty segment aside, there needs to be more conversation critical about this.

Everyone needs to examine the things they enjoy, examine their faults, and acknowledge them. And make it perfectly clear that some jokes are not funny, and probably should be tolerated a tiny bit less in popular media! And before yet another person makes a joke about how all anime is like this, no! No the fuck it is NOT! I cannot think of anything that has less respect for women without advertising itself as being a horny anime! And absolutely nothing else comes close with this big of a following, with this bad of writing, and this little respect for women! And yes I have in fact watched plenty of anime before! Including SAO!

And when I say respect for women, I am somehow less concerned about how Lisa Lisa’s arc was handled, which I never thought was possible, and more concerned looking back on every single time I felt uncomfortable beyond words and almost too uncomfortable to watch. There is so much sexual assault, SO much sexual assault that is just brushed aside, and apart from the number of times that has happened, just the way that these scenes are animated is even worse. The segments are long. In your face. Uncomfortable beyond everything. Personal. After so much high speed action, some of the only times the show slows down from talking or fighting is for one of these numerous assault segments. The body language is violent. The women are horrified and miserable and powerless and often crying. And then every single time the women are left to suffer, and the viewer is forced to watch. And then every single time, these events are moved on from. Jokes are made about them, even.

In a show that was described to me as BAM! BAM! BAM! ENTERTAINMENT! ENTERTAINMENT! FUNNY! TURN YOUR BRAIN OFF! HIGHEST FORM OF ANIME! to see assault played off as a joke, and I cannot believe I can even say this but THIS MUCH ASSAULT played off as a joke, this

This is definitely groundbreaking I would say! It probably did do a lot of things for the first time! But I cannot, at all, under ANY circumstance understand ANYONE watching so much happen time and time again and not feel...sick? Uncomfortable at the very least? Do people who love Jojo love to watch those scenes too? I seen so much discussion of Jojo, so much beyond most anime I have seen discussed online, and I have never ever ever ever ever ever ever seen anyone discuss, mention, hint at, or acknowledge any of the sexual assault. I am caught so off guard here and that makes it worse. Usually with shows people say “yeah it has some shitty stuff, BUT” or something along those lines when introducing it to someone but nobody has ever acknowledged any of these things, and considering how powerfully horrifying each of these scenes are, I am so, so, so, so confused. I was not prepared for any of this. I expected fighting. I expected poses. Betrayed is another word I would use for how I feel right now.

I have felt this sick watching anime maybe once or twice before but nothing has ever come close to watching all of this. Please. Please. Please. Anyone. Anyone out there. Tell me I am not the only one that finds it all so difficult to watch. Tell me there is discussion about this. Tell me the sexual assault is acknowledged in the fandom.

I need to take a break before pressing play again and I am not looking forward to it.

what the FUCK